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monstersinthecosmos · 3 months

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I know you probably don’t want to dwell on the show and the negative but I absolutely hate what has happened on here and how hateful people are in the VC fandom it’s just very demoralizing and makes me want to retreat from anything besides the books completely. The discourse was spicy before the show but everything is just even more divisive now and it has sucked the fun out of it. Not really an ask more of a vent sorry

Hi there!

You’re correct that I don’t particularly find it fun to dwell on the negative stuff – as you said yourself, SOMETIMES THE DISCOURSE SUCKS THE FUN OUT OF IT. But I do understand how you feel and I want to say a couple things and I hope this helps you find a groove.

First of all, I did my best not to acknowledge it too much because I didn’t want to validate the folks who were being cunts to me lol, but please know that this fandom (at least on Tumblr) has ALWAYS been kinda fucking violent towards me LOL. I started VC tumbling back in 2016 and it’s ALWAYS been a fucking trash fire. It is hard out there for Marius stans lmfao.

Like, when I was first posting on Tumblr and acclimating to the Tumblr culture it was so much of like, me feeling brave enough to share meta only for someone to be RB’ing me to tell me I’m wrong, or me talking about how much I liked something about Marius only for someone to vague me, or it was me hosting the huge fandom Discord back in 2017 only for people to then come on tumblr and complain about how the Discord was way too Marius Friendly as if like, a drama-free space where we can discuss the books makes it a harbor for predators.

Of course I also had the gaggle of fucking morons who were constantly stalking me, catfishing their way into my servers to try to take screenshots and write call outs and cancel me, who would not stop preaching about how “all these big blogs” are “actually such terrible people” because “look at the things they ship” even when I’d never been unkind to them, even occasionally donated to their GFMs. These are folks who think they’re morally in the right for protecting the virtue of Armand’s poor teenage asshole and executed this justice by stalking and harassing an ACTUAL PERSON LOL. Like, listen. I’m sorry to burst ur bubble, but Armand doesn’t exist. He’s letters on a paper. I’m actually a real person and you’re up my fucking ass because I don’t’ even fucking know why, you’re jealous of my fucking Tumblr engagement or something? Which one of us is actually the creep here lol?? Is this a race to the bottom to be the valedictorian of clown school on the website for homeschooled clowns?

I’ve also had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of acephobic discourse, being told I don’t do enough to protect every individual in fandom from their own bullies as if it's my job to do that, being called ableist for how I wrote Daniel in my fics even though I was projecting and discussing my own personal experiences – I’ve also had a project collaborator have a tantrum and try to steal my work until I had to threaten with legal action, I’ve been put on block lists, I’ve had many people consume my fics in secret without actually leaving comments because I’m too toxic for them to communicate with in public.

BLAH BLAH BLAH.

This was all before AMC showed up LMFAO. It was not easy for me! It’s still not always easy!

And so yeah like, by nature of the fandom EXPLODING we are going to see more drama. More people is more drama. The nature of the discourse often hedges into real life issues that people are very opinionated and passionate about and there are conflicting needs inside the same space about how to hold conversations. Even just the other day I RB’d a joke about Anne Rice and OP got upset with me because they didn’t want actual fans interacting with it. Whoops! I didn’t know! I just thought it was funny. ;.;

Even in good faith and with the best of intentions we’re going to step on each other’s toes, and we’re gonna find people we don’t vibe with. And that’s normal and it’s fine.

What ISN’T normal is this inability to disengage that I think we see often in online space, and I don’t want to get into a whole side essay about all the reasons why I think that happens. But sometimes you gotta be the bigger person and take it on the chin.

Like, yeah, it sucks. It sucks the fun out of the room when you share a space with such bitter people who can’t be kind to each other. But like. THAT’S A THEM PROBLEM, YOU KNOW? And I think we gotta remember that sometimes people like that do it for the attention or the spike of dopamine when they can pick a fight and honestly like, you don’t need to waste YOUR OWN time on it, but you’re also doing that person a kindness if you don’t enable the bad behavior.

And it sucks that Tumblr’s mute tools are awful!!!!! It would make navigating so much easier to be able to curate the dash a little better and keep the bad actors out of your space. I sometimes just fuck off and don’t even come online for days if I know I’m not in a good headspace and won’t have the strength to just fucking ignore it, because sometimes drama catches my eye and I get nosy and go down the rabbit hole, too – having ADHD makes it really hard to avoid sometimes LOL – but like I try to be reasonable and love myself enough to avoid it when I can help it. I’m not willing to make my own problems everyone else’s problem, and I hope that some of these shit starters in fandom will get there, themselves.

So yeah it blows when the vibes are fucking atrocious, and it REALLY blows when it’s a fandom this small where you can’t avoid it. Even when it’s a vocal minority it really just kills the fucking mood.

BUT WHAT I WILL SAY.

Whenever I say shit like “write what you want to read” and we’re talking about fanfic, or even meta or even silly headcanon posts or jokes, that also means draw what you want to see, it also means make what you want to hold, apply it to any creation you can think of. Put the thing you want to see into the world. And it counts for fandom, too.

I don’t want to be part of a fandom that’s constantly infighting and attacking people, so I don’t fight and attack people. I don’t want to be called a predator for being a Marius fan and so I don’t engage in posts that say as much, not even to argue, because I don’t want my followers (who might also be Marius fans!) to have to see that on their dash. I want us to protect our peace and create a space we want to be in.

Like I have a policy that any time someone says I’m a freak or any time I see truly godawful word salad discourse, I go out of my way to post something kinky and offputting about Marius LMFAOOOO because I want to be surrounded by reasonable fun people who share my sensibility for fiction. AND SOMETIMES IT’S CRICKETS, AND SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO WORK HARD TO FIND YOUR PEOPLE. But at the end of the day I know I’m being my most sincere self and I’m trying to have a good time and just post fun things that I enjoy. And like, the book fandom is small as fuck and we’re all famished, but I think if more of us did that, we’d build a much more productive and tolerant space.

And for all the shit I’ve mentioned, all the drama and attacks and all the times people have harassed me or tried to make me feel small, you know what? I just got back from @apoptoses & @cup-of-lixx 's wedding and they met in VCblr! We spent all week with our VCblr friends! We all went to New Orleans together last Halloween !

When I used to work on ships it was like a fandom friend world tour! I had so many coffees in port with my vampire friends!

I’ve learned so much about writing from all the time I’ve spent here and the community of writer friends who supported me! There’s folks I met on VCblr that I talk to LITERALLY every day! They are such huge parts of my life and genuine life-long friends!!!!!!

Sometimes it seems like the ROI is garbage but like, so much of finding the joy is also learning to protect yourself from the negativity.

It IS out there. It DOES suck. And it’s lonely when you haven’t found your people yet. But fandom doesn’t have to be the 500 angry assholes arguing with each other about a fucking TV show, it can be your 3 besties in a private group chat having a great time.

Like I just drove @hekateinhell to the airport (met THROUGH TUMBLR!) and on the way back I was listening to an episode of Last Day and they were discussing the concept that “community is a life raft” and it hit me so hard man!!!!!!!!!!!

Find your people! Block the shit starters! Mute discourse buzzwords that you know are going to upset you!

Keep! Posting! What! You! Want! To! See!!

Fandom is self-generating, we can do this!

My inbox is always open and BELIEVE ME I have been motherfucking persona non grata in this place before and I know how rancid the vibe can be so please come talk any time it's grinding you down, I got you!!!!!!!!!!!!

#fandom lolitics #also some more thoughts in the tags lol but #this also means LEAVE COMMENTS #not just on fics but like on art on HC posts on whatever #talk to people!#support each other!!!

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 9 days

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Heyyyy I just wanted to tell you how much I love your blog! I actually never realised how much there is to know about Rohan until I stumbled across your blog and it's super interesting! (I'll most likely always be an elf-girl, but you never know and it never hurts to know more about other parts of Tolkien's stories)

So I wanted to ask you something: since I'm still very new to this part of the fandom but I'm very interested in it, I was wondering if you could give me a general overview of the most important people from Rohan and their function/jobs, maybe also your headcanons about them, because I'm honestly still a bit lost and overwhelmed by all the new names that I've never really noticed before. (Fun fact btw,😅 Éowyn was actually always one of my absolute favourite characters, so its funny to me how I never dived into the Rohan side of the fandom before)

And if you don't want to do that, that's okay too, just let me compliment your blog, because it's wonderful!

Aw, thanks!!! ♥️ Like you, I also enjoy learning more about characters from outside of my primary interest area, so I hope you find this helpful! I love your ask, but it could be a VERY long response and I fear that you’ll still find it to be kind of an overwhelming list of names. So I’m gonna limit it by focusing on the canonical characters that are in that sweet spot between “most people know who this is already” (e.g., Éowyn, Éomer, Théoden and Gríma) and “this is a person who is more or less just a name” (e.g., Herubrand or Horn). So I’ll give you a little canonical Who’s Who of the rest of them, with links for the ones where I’ve got HCs if there are any you’re particularly interested in.

Also, you inspired me to finally write out my HC for Grimbold, the Rohirrim who was allergic to horses, which I’ll post separately in a day or two, so thank you for that! 🐎

So, ready? *cracks knuckles* Here we go with the Who’s Who below the cut:

Royal Family:

Théoden’s father was Thengel, who had mixed feelings about Rohan and lived a long time in Gondor, where he met his wife Morwen.

Théoden had 4 sisters, but we only know about the youngest, Théodwyn, who was Éomer/Éowyn’s mom and died of sickness soon after her husband Éomund was killed in a poorly planned orc hunt.

Théoden’s wife was Elfhild, who died giving birth to their son, Théodred. He never remarried.

Théodred was killed by Saruman’s forces and had no wife or child, so his beloved cousin Éomer became heir in his stead.

Non-Royal Notables of Edoras, the Capital City:

Háma was the captain of the king’s guard and died at Helm’s Deep after aiding in the healing of Théoden by breaking some rules on Gandalf’s behalf. (I would die for Háma.)

Elfhelm was acting as the Marshal (the top military office) of Edoras at the time of LOTR and was involved in ALL KINDS of stuff but is most notable for not ratting out Éowyn when he found that she was riding in his éored (unit) to the war in Gondor.

There’s a whole gaggle of members of the king’s éored, most of whom die in Gondor with no backstory or detail. No one else would likely put them on this list, but they’re dear to me (and frequently discussed on my blog) so we’re including Guthláf, Théoden’s banner bearer, and Wídfara, who rode with the king’s company and scouted conditions at Minas Tirith.

Notables of the West-mark:

Erkenbrand was in charge of Helm’s Deep at the time of the war and helped save the day there before being left to rule Rohan while everyone else went to war in Gondor.

Gamling served under Erkenbrand and was an elderly man who was still a dope warrior and fought alongside his own grandson at Helm's Deep!

Grimbold was a military captain who, with Elfhelm, saw Théodred’s death and fought to keep orcs from taking his body before going to war in Gondor. Unlike Elfhelm, Grimbold died.

Dúnhere was Erkenbrand's nephew and served under Grimbold. He organized the muster of the Rohirrim to go to Gondor, where he also died.

Notables of the East-mark:

Éothain is really the only one here. He was a soldier under Éomer, and he was very suspicious of both outsiders and rule breakers.

Bonus Notable Ancestors of pre-LOTR Times:

Eorl was the founder and first king of Rohan who sealed the oath of friendship between his people and Gondor and tamed the first of the mearas (the ancestors of Shadowfax!).

Helm Hammerhand was king during the war/famine of the Long Winter. He’s famous for killing a dude with 1 punch and scaring the bejeezus out of enemies by stalking them in the night.

Freca was a lord of mixed Rohan/Dunland ancestry whom Helm punched to death b/c Helm was a hothead who felt threatened by Freca’s influence. Freca’s family later led an army against Rohan b/c they were pissed!

Whew! That’s not everyone, but I think it’s everyone whose name you’d be likely to come across outside of the big 4 (Théoden, Éomer, Éowyn and Gríma). It’s really striking when you write it all out and realize that you have to end so many with “but he/she died”! But the fact that they’re a little tragic and made so many sacrifices is a big part of why I love them.

I hope this was in ANY way helpful, even if it’s just a little cheat sheet that you consult when needed!

#asks #answered asks #rohirrim #Rohan #canonical folks who maybe aren't well known #👑🐎🗡️♥️#lotr #lord of the rings

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words-4u · 1 year

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blind date (not really)

pairing: christian pulisic (romantic), ben chilwell (platonic)

wc: 848

a/n: this is based on prompt from @jasminesfury

getting set up for a blind date but turns out they’ve had a one-night stand before

“i genuinely can’t believe you’ve convinced me to do this,” you said into your phone. you were sitting at your vanity getting ready for a date that your friend has set up. why you trust ben chilwell that much, you’ll never understand but here you were getting ready to spend the evening with someone you know nothing about.

“c’mon, y/n, you have to live a little. when was the last time you made a fulfilling connection with someone?” ben’s voice filled your room.

“i’ll have you know i make some very fulfilling connections with people,” you smirked.

you let out a laugh when he groaned at your insinuation. “i am trying to help you here! listen, y/n/n, you deserve to be happy and i’m sorry but having random guys in and out of your bed isn’t make you happy.”

“oh but this date tonight will?” you retort.

“maybe… the point is that you don’t know cause you don’t go on dates and give yourself that chance. also, i know this lad and he’s so nice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly.”

ben had come into your life unexpectedly a couple of years ago when you met at a random event in london. he had spilled a drink on your dress and gave you his jacket to cover up. you’d think that’d be the perfect meet-cute right? wrong. the two of you hit off in a very platonic way as you were fairly new to the city and he assumed the role of a city guide and as months went on, an older brother.

“you’re selling him so hard right now, he better live up to it,” you singsong as you applied a layer of lipgloss. you grabbed your bag and shoved some important items in there, gum being the most important.

you gave your outfit the once-over happy with what you pulled together. an all-black fit is what you loved to wear most despite it looking very morbid.

“i’m just about done chilly so i’m gonna head out but i’ll call you later, yeah?” you said with a finger hovering over the ‘end call’ button.

“sounds good. look, i’ve already sent over the restaurant he’s meeting you at so have fun and be nice…”

“aren’t i always?” you smile sweetly and pressed the red button ending the call.

in about 5 minutes flat you were in an uber heading over to an italian restaurant that ben had suggested. as you sat in silence while radio music played in the background, you made a mental list of what you actually know about this mystery guy. you knew that he was a friend of ben’s, that he was relatively attractive because ben swore he was “your type to a t” and that’s pretty much it.

you were looking forward to the date because deep down ben was right, you were tired of having random hookups. you wanted something that lasted. someone that was yours.

the car slowly came to a stop signalling that you arrived at your destination, snapping out of your thoughts you thanked the driver and headed inside.

you pulled out your phone and texted your date.

you walked into the dimly lit restaurant making your way around busy tables to get to the bar. you were about to whip out your phone and text the number ben slid you a couple of hours ago before you spotted a very familiar face…

before you could think of your next move, the man looked up and your eyes locked. you watched as the same realization crept in. ben had set you up with his teammate christian pulisic.

you pressed your lips trying to stifle a laugh because once again ben was right. christian definitely was your type which is why you hooked up with him… a month ago.

since he worked with ben and you were his friend, you decided to leave it as a one-night stand and never discuss it again.

he looked good, you thought. you’d always found it hot when he let his beard grow in.

“y/n,” he breathed getting off the cushiony stool and making his way to you. “you are…”

“you’re blind date? i am,” you couldn’t help but grin. now that you knew who ben had set you up with you were giddy. you’d always wanted to explore things further with christian but never did because you were too busy living your best single life but you’d be extremely dumb to pass up this opportunity.

you shifted uncomfortably under his hungry gaze. “are you happy it’s me?”

“are you kidding? I’ve never been happier about anything,” he said and you believed him. “you haven’t left my mind since that night.”

that confession only widened your grin as you looked away for a moment before echoing his sentiment. “and as much as i tried, you haven’t left my mind either.”

christian smiled widely as he held out his hand. “in that case, y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?”

you placed your hand in his. “thought you’d never ask.”

hope you enjoyed xx if you want to send in a request you can do it through my bio!!

#one shot #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic one shot #cp10 #football imagine #football one shot #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell x reader

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overthinkingtaleblr · 4 months

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My Jimmy Casket Headcanon Masterlist

I’ve seen a lot of talk about the world-renowned murderer recently, and apparently his birthday is coming up, so I figured now is as good a time as any to address this fan-favorite entity of stabbing and chaos. Jimmy Casket is an uncomplicated character in his core: he possesses people, he murders indiscriminately seemingly for fun, and he eventually goes away. He has possessed multiple people across time and space, he targets humans over animals, and he has a variety of secrets with uncertain origins that he’s dying to share. Or you’re dying for him to share them.

He is most likely something paranormal just because multiple people seem to be able to channel him, but what he is (ghost, demon, something else…) is completely up for debate. I’ll be sharing and attempting to justify my own idea, however alienating it may be… because seriously, I don’t think anyone else has ever had this take before.

What is Jimmy Casket?

Instead of opening with a history discussion, we’re opening with an identity consideration, since What Jimmy is happens to be important conceptually to understanding where he might have come from. I’ll list a bunch of options before explaining my personal headcanon. There’s lots of options to what Jimmy could be, though, and some are more paranormal or dangerous than others. This list does not imply that something is likely, but rather that it is an option based off the evidence we have about who the character is.

- Casket is a Persona

Basically saying that Jimmy Casket isn’t real, but his affects still are. He is a name that people put on when they want to do something terrible, but it is still their own will and choice to enact. It says terrible things about every person who claims to be Casket, but could compelling in its own rights. Arguably the most possible non-paranormal option, especially if we believe Casket when he claims to be world-renowned and infamous.

- Casket is His Own Living Human Person

All of those things that looked like/sounded like possessions? We’re ignoring those right now, Jimmy Casket is a completely separate living and breathing human being from everyone who he was thought to have control over. They probably just step out or run when he appears or something. Or maybe we’re using canon as a suggestion in this case, and we don’t ever need to have Casket and his flesh bags in the same room.

Long story short, this man has his own vessel and boy does he use it.

This one is only likely because trying to cut all the supernatural elements out of something that uses it as a crutch creates some rather odd concepts. Because of how he’s presented in the series, it’s nigh impossible to suggest that Jimmy Casket is 100% his own, separate, human being who has never had supernatural influence over others. Unless he does have a supernatural influence over others. Maybe he’s a witch of some kind who controls others like puppets. Maybe he’s a vampire who can see through and control his vassals.

I did actually read a fanfiction that had this concept a looong time ago, and I won’t lie, I really enjoyed the earlier chapters and still think about them. It did a lot of things differently and really leaned into the kind of horror of Casket being so destructive. Also the Acachallas were a mafia crime family and Ghost and Toast only appeared once in a flashback.

- Specifically Ghost has DID, Casket is an Alter

I try not to state my own opinions with this, but as someone who does not have DID, my understanding is that you have to be VERY careful when handling this concept for a billion incredibly fair reasons. Idek if anyone uses this… I kind of hope not ^^;

With Casket as an alter in a system, even (maybe even especially) if Casket is ultimately trying to help Ghost, it perpetuates the “evil alter” trope because Jimmy Casket is conceptually a serial killer.

Ghost is seen as more threatening because upsetting him could trigger Casket. It makes Ghost justifiably be seen as terrifying in the narrative For Having DID.

The main reason why murderer with DID is a common trope in my experience is so that even the killer doesn’t know what they’ve done, creating an extra conflict where they don’t realize they’re the culprit. Additionally, it makes the investigation harder if they get involved. This is a problematic trope similar to the ‘evil alter’ one and there are non-paranormal ways to do this without villianizing DID, including regular amnesia.

Even if Casket is ultimately good and not a serial killer, to have him kill ANYone and then have Ghost forget plays into this trope as well and suggests people with DID are in some way actively dangerous.

I’m not going to police anyone who uses Ghost and Casket to express themselves. I will say be very careful with your portrayal. You can have Ghost as a system without Casket being one of the alters in it. Additionally, if you think I got anything wrong in this explanation, lmk. Whether or not Ghost has DID is not important to the other options after this, he could or couldn’t, this one is just “Casket is apart of a/the system”.

- Ghost and Casket are a Jekyll/Hyde situation

There are two ways I could mean this, but either way it means that Casket and Ghost share a mind and not a body.

1. Jimmy Casket is the evil inside of Ghost separated from the rest of his mind and embodied in a way that changes their external appearance. The origin would have to be supernatural in order for that to happen. Think Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde from Monster High. Technically, this could be mistaken for a really poor portrayal of DID so I do suggest being careful with this one. Changing between the two would not be an active choice on either of their parts.

2, and the answer more common to Jekyll and Hyde, Casket is just another body and face, but that’s still Ghost’s mind in there. Ghost is using the persona of Casket to commit “evils” that he desires doing but doesn’t want the social repercussions for. This implies that he has a potion of some kind that he takes in order to trigger the change, making it a willful act.

Be careful with this one either way because even if you expressly state ‘this is not DID’, it could be seen as a poor interpretation of how DID works. (Raises hand I did this in a fic once and I’m cringing at myself as I type this.)

- Casket is Tied to “Knifey”

Jimmy Casket is an entity of some kind who possessed not Ghost, but the knife that Casket carries around. This can double up with another headcanon in this list, more likely the paranormal ones. (Casket is a human person and he’s also a knife lowkey doesn’t work—)

If Ghost was able to fully get rid of the knife forever, he would no longer deal with Casket. However, this option would also imply that something about the knife is enchanted to make Ghost desire keeping it around, or it’s physically tied to him and appears whenever he expresses emotions it can feed off of.

This also explains how other people get possessed by Casket, specifically since most of them seem to show Casket signs after being given a knife that could very easily be cursed. He may not be the only character who can do this, too.

- Casket is a Ghost who has History with the Casket Family

This one is soooo varied it’s hard to encapsulate all the possibilities. Either way, Casket is a ghost who was alive at some point, and he is possessing Ghost because they have some connection through Ghost’s bio family. Are they siblings? Is Casket his uncle? Grandfather? Father? A distant ancestor of some kind? An enemy of the Casket family? Someone who was wronged in the Casket family? I guess attempting to list all the options was unnecessary— the important part is that Casket was alive, he’s dead now, and he’s latched to Ghost.

I know multiple people who use/have used this interpretation before, so it lowkey has a special place in my heart.

- Casket is a Generational Curse

Ghost is not the first person in his family to have dealt with Jimmy Casket possessing his body before, and for all we know T.Casket was frequently possessed as well before Ghost was born. This would have been a well-known issue within the family… if there was any family left to warn Ghost. Implies everyone who has had Casket possess them is related to the Casket family, and that Ghost has been a vessel since Casket’s last host died.

Seeing as Ghost is not the first person in the family with an inclination to the supernatural, I could see Jimmy Casket being something put upon their family a long time ago for fucking around and finding out. Maybe they had an overzealous witch in the family who fucked everything up for everybody? Who knows.

This curse is likely tied to someone keeping a very very serious secret, and speaking it into the world is the only way to stop him, but they died a long time ago so Casket isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

- Casket is a Creation of the Housekeeper

This could double-up with another option, seeing as the Housekeeper seems to be able to manipulate a lot of supernatural things, or work on its own.

I specify this one just because it requires consideration on how Casket sees his creator. Does he like the Housekeeper? Does the Housekeeper have some level of control over him? Was Casket a normal entity before being exposed to the God of Chaos? Is Casket seen as the Housekeeper’s child (Demigod of Secrets Jimmy Casket, anybody?)? CAN Casket exist without Ghost for a host? Why did Casket react so violently upon seeing the Housekeeper face-to-face?

There’s a lot of options to consider here and a lot of them can really push a story forward.

- Casket is some Creature from Folklore

Anything with an obsession for blood, stabbing, and secrets and the ability to take over or control someone’s body. I’m certain there are a lot of options, knowing how wild a lot of folklore is (Chupacabra Casket, anybody?), and technically my own headcanon falls into this option.

This is a matter of specificity, and the only reason this is distinct from the other supernatural options is because it may change how evil/intentional his actions are, and it’ll wildly change how PIE would have to handle him.

If you want Ghost to be from a specific country or have ties to a specific culture, this could help immensely in connecting him to it. It also means that you could have a WILD design for what Casket looks like and how he differs appearance-wise from Johnny Ghost. Ppl who love monster designs and mythology research could do SO much with this.

Plus, most folklore are used as legends to warn children not to do certain things. If Ghost did one of those stupid things, it creates a personal explanation to how he got possessed without throwing his family under the bus, and gives you the opportunity to make your own story as to what happened.

- Casket is a Demon

Similar to a ghost, someone in the Casket Family history screwed up and now Ghost is facing the consequences. Demons and ghosts are very different and can be handled in very different ways. Maybe Casket’s a fallen angel and still has some good in him? Maybe Casket is evil to the core and LIVES to wreak havoc and ruin Ghost’s life, relationships, and more.

I’m sure there’s someone out there who better understands demons than me, be in-universe, they are powerful and horrific with a host or not. This makes Casket one of the most active threats in the universe.

Although unlike the ghost option, Johnny Ghost could have brought this upon himself by being a stupid moron and trying to summon a demon as a child and screwing up to a dangerous degree. He would do it.

- My Headcanon : Jimmy Casket is a Unicorn

Technically the same as Folklore but more specified to being an in-universe entity, Jimmy Casket is a Unicorn— a creature from the 13th dimension best represented by Stardust Sprinkleshine. I’m not sure how much of their history is canon and what was my own thoughts, but if you touch a Floating Gun that seems to exist outside of Space-Time, one will exit from a pocket dimension and possess your mind. Touching the gun again puts them back, and most seem to choose to return.

I think that Casket is a particularly crafty unicorn who managed to figure out how to not be sourced from the floating gun, either being tied instead to his knife or to a human body. He’s possessed multiple characters long-term throughout the series, and if he’s able to burrow deep enough into someone’s mind, he could completely take over their body.

I also think he was Mothman in a video where a young Johnny Ghost is terrorized by Mothman on a Halloween Night. I think that Casket somehow lost his old host and needed to find a fresh one, grabbing the first human he could find. I don’t know if the mothman is his true form, Casket mutating an animal body, or the dying body of his old host falling apart while Casket tries to operate around rigor mortis. (Spoilers for my ask blog 🤫)

Casket is not a creature who can be reasoned with outside of secrets, fun, and violence. He can possess anybody in PIE, won’t show up on ghost sensors, and can’t be warded away with most options. I think this is the primary reason why Johnny Toast hasn’t attempted to ward him off, despite seeing how much Casket hurts Ghost. Additionally, Casket can easily possess anyone on the team, including Toast, if they get on his nerves enough.

Horrifically, as a unicorn Casket can also largely bend the logic of the world, making him hard to catch and even harder to handle.

… He may eventually be somewhat defanged if treated with humanity and compromise, but he’ll always be kind of terrifying if he gets riled up. He’s like a wild animal if zoomies meant death. I can’t imagine he’d be that helpful in an investigation though.

There we go, ten options and my personal opinion! Hope I encapsulated everyone’s idea <3

History Headcanons

This is how I personally see Casket’s story up until the general point in canon where I tend to place things, and I’m not really considering videos in this. This is what I, personally, think and it may not have any basis in canon whatsoever.

- 13th Dimension to Freedom -

Before the Unicorns entered the floating gun, they existed on their native world in the 13th Dimension. They might have even been less crazy than they tend to be in the modern day, existing mostly as creatures of magic and a type of technology unfathomable to humans. Not quite “Jimmy Casket” yet, the unicorn who would one day become our point of focus didn’t have much reason to be considered differently than other unicorns outside of just being his own “person”. Maybe he has a specific emphasis for honesty, maybe he’s more likely to turn to violence, either way he isn’t a public figure or anything. He’s just a normal guy in his own society… I think Unicorns may also somewhat be a bit of a hive mind.

Then everything changed when the “Fire Nation” attacked. In all seriousness, Prince Fang and his family have been conquering dimensions for an incredibly long time. Their approach wasn’t subtle, and the unicorns took their chance to run when they realized what was coming. Tying a doorway to an item from a dimension the dragons wouldn’t be able to reach for a long, long time and tossing it through, the unicorns basically funneled into a pocket dimension tied to the doorway to escape. However, they didn’t think too hard on where they’d end up, and the doorway ended up in a position where no one could leave for literally years, kind of driving most the inhabitants to insanity.

I don’t know if the unicorn who would become Casket just used a different exit from the others, or if he took the first chance he got to get as far away as possible. Either way, the unicorn or focus managed to get away from the trap they accidentally built themselves, but still had really nowhere to go. Managing to tether his spirit to a human host long-term and eventually a blade whenever the human didn’t work out, he was free to do whatever he wanted. Not at all socialized to human cultures, that mostly led to murder while he learned how to co-exist with a host. Having as many hosts as he did, it kind of gave him a bunch of secrets to inherit as well as he moved from person to person. I imagine that any secret Jimmy tells is one that previously belonged to someone he lived as, usually picking someone who might be known to the victim.

While in the beginning, I think he tried to be in control 100% of the time, but kept either wearing himself out or breaking his victim’s mind or body, which is why he only pops in when something interesting happens now. How long this took for him to realize would be difficult to decide, since I’m not even sure at what time Jimmy entered the world. Either way, he’s a boy with a bladed weapon and a desire to wreak havoc.

- Wild West -

I don’t know how many other hands Casket found himself between before a young Johnny Ghost, but I know the identity of one. In spite of his generally cagey nature, Casket found his host dead after an encounter with the Acachalla Gang in the Wild West, but survived solely out of luck. Either due to an interest in a knife at the campsite from one of his attackers, or latching to the first one that seemed to be susceptible, Jimmy came to possess one of the gang members as his old host passed away without anyone noticing. Craving freedom and realizing this body would live for an incredibly long time, he decided to take a bit of a different route then usual.

To the rest of his family, Kermit Acachalla developed a new and passionate interest in knives, specifically one knife. And then an increased tendency to turn to violence. Maybe if they weren’t literally a gang, they would have picked up on the red flags sooner. It wasn’t all on them to notice, though, as Kermit frequently traveled one-on-one with a close friend who Casket would sometimes possess instead, depending on what he wanted to do when they separated. One was a lot more likely to bend to his will, the other one could literally travel through time, often giving Casket the opportunity to wreak havoc on the future. Eventually, the time traveler grew wise and Casket figured that was as good a time as any to stick with Kermit long-term… and also lowkey drive the man to insanity.

Kermit the Claw became a well-known serial killer, one who eventually killed Johnny Ghost Senior in a skuffle but got mortally wounded in the process. It took Casket an uncomfortably long while to find a suitable host after living easy for almost a hundred years, and then when he thought he had one, some stupid ghost hunter tried to banish him. He wasn’t picky though, and found someone else soon after.

- Johnny Ghost -

This is why you don’t go out alone, kids. You never know when mothman will corner you in an above-ground pool and possess your face. While I don’t think Ghost was specifically targeted, I think Casket’s old host had been in the area for long enough to know that Ghost and the “ghost hunter” that attempted the banishment were living in the same house. What he did Not know was that he was also the son of the Johnny Ghost who he murdered a year or so prior, really giving Casket a goldmine of trauma to work with. Weakened from a lot of crap that happened, including the attempted banishment and possessing someone with experience in keeping someone out of his head, Casket could only really take control if Ghost was feeling enough of a heightened emotion, rather than just whenever he felt interested. He found it didn’t really stop him, though, Ghost being Incredibly passionate.

He’s basically been living easy ever since. Whether it be Johnny Toast or Peewee Ghost trying to hold him back, they’re ultimately his biggest enablers of all time. Between the hilarity of Ghost’s stress and the effort his loved ones put into cleaning Casket’s messes, he can do whatever he wants whenever he wants it. Casket was basically out 24/7 while Ghost was in college, and he’s more resting now that Ghost has graduated. He’s grown rather fond of this life. Mostly because it constantly gives him the means to leave bodies in his wake.

Relationships

Johnny Ghost

“This kid can fit SO many problems into him!”

DAMN he has issues, and Casket is obsessed. Sometimes he likes to just sit and watch Ghost fail at being a human being without any intervention whatsoever. It’s just that hard for him on his own.

Casket has a lot of control over Ghost’s memories, and he finds it funny to just eat as many of them as possible. There is no telling what Ghost does or does not have an understanding of thanks to Jimmy Casket. This is why Toast wrote the book out of the two of them.

Kind of holding Ghost’s body together Venom-style, and if Casket ever leaves Ghost will both experience a rush the of memories that Casket was suppressing and possibly an organ failure. It’s now because of this that Casket does not jump possession, even though he sometimes really, really wants to.

Johnny Toast

His first choice for someone else to possess if the opportunity presents itself, Jimmy thinks it’s hilarious that Toast seems to be under the impression that he can be in any way shape or form “held back”.

Thinks that there’s more going on with him than he makes obvious, mostly because Toast absolutely has ‘latent but incredibly strong power rests inside of me’ vibes, and Casket can tell.

Weirdly enough, he does not approve of the drug dealing.

Peewee Ghost

Jimmy found it hilarious how much effort Ghost’s father put into trying to get rid of Casket without Ghost noticing. Sometimes he’ll still poke out when Ghost visits home just to taunt him. Hard to attack him, though, the house is covered in safety wards and curses and stuff to stop Casket from getting to feisty.

As much as Peewee hates Casket, he and Ghost are a package deal, meaning Peewee will clean up any mess Casket is too lazy to take care of himself, so long as he’s willing to sit through a lecture and multiple threats.

Fred “The Spooker” Soup

Thinks that Spooker would be his favorite person on the team if he were to just go crazy go stupid. It’s why Casket will jump out and kill Spooker all the time— he’s kind of hoping the guy is going to snap and try to get Casket back some day.

It hasn’t worked yet, but come on, how much longer can the guy have before his patience wears thin?

I think Spooker x Casket is a viable crackship bc i find it funny. Maybe not if the Casket is as murder-motivated as mind, but I could see it happening otherwise!

Chris “Colon” Ghostie

Colon hates that the team harbors Casket from justice, Casket thinks Colon’s righteous indignation is hilarious.

Casket will sometimes admit to cold cases that he might not have even done just to get Colon upset with him for getting away with it. Colon is the most invested in looking for a way to banish Casket for good.

Katrina

“The power of love failed you? Better Luck Next Time!”

His first victim after possessing Ghost that didn’t happen to be an animal or something like that. He was kind of hoping it would be enough to emotionally destroy Ghost, but found that others in her family took the loss a lot worse.

If she survived, it would have been a good lesson not to trust everyone who claimed to be your friend when you knew he was hosting some kind of evil spirit. She was a little too optimistic for her own good.

Johnny “Roast”

Jimmy genuinely considered switching from Ghost to Roast, feeling like Roast had a bit more of an underlying violence to him.

After seeing how poorly he took his sister’s death, and how much misdirected anger he lashed out with, Casket decided it would probably be more rewarding to watch this kid spiral on his own. At this rate, there was no way he was going to develop “Healthy Coping Mechanisms” or whatever that means.

If given the opportunity/if something ever happens to PIE, Roast will absolutely be his first pick for a new host.

Gavin Toast

“What do you MEAN there are two of them?”

Since Casket possessed Ghost after Toast moved back to the UK, Casket didn’t meet Gavin for a loooong time, and their meeting what a very confusing experience for specifically Casket.

Gavin is, weirdly enough, a little bit too normal for Casket. Casket can also tell that out of everyone, he’s the most likely to get Ghost arrested so that Casket faces justice. Mostly because every vengeful spirit will bombard Gavin any time the two are near each other, begging for retribution and Gavin does not think Ghost’s freedom is worth it.

Plus, Ghost has means to get out, he’ll be fine.

Johnny Cranky

“I dunno what your deal is, but you had me at joining a team named DIE.”

Exactly what it says on the tin, Jimmy is ready and willing to be apart of Cranky’s weird club so long as it means he gets to do some stabbing.

He doesn’t really consider Cranky to be anything other than a conduit for murder, he’s barely even a person to Casket. Casket frequently ignores him, talks over him, walks out of the room mid-conversation, and other things that really show that he does not care about Cranky’s existence.

Cranky only puts up with it because he thinks Casket is too dumb to realize he’s being rude. He’s not.

Cardboard Friend

“Back off! You already gave up on this one, it’s my turn!”

No matter what CBF is, no one ever said that Jimmy Casket had the common sense not to pick fights with demons or vassals of gods...

CBF, whether good or bad, is emotionally distressing for Ghost. While Casket appreciates the easy exit into the world, he does NOT want CBF to be near him. Either because CBF is a threat to the body (that Casket lives in) or CBF loves Ghost and is a threat to Casket, they do not get along at all.

Trivia

I do think he met T.Casket at some point, but I think they got out alive mostly out of dumb luck, and Casket still hasn’t realized that he’s the same person as Ghost’s dad yet. He probably knows a secret or two about the guy.

Jimmy is probably afraid of old people because he finds old age to be one of the most disastrous things to experience. He wants to be able to move around as much as possible, and an ailing body is probably an uncomfortable one to be in if you have the chance to move between them.

Could also be memento mori, a reminder of death would be uncomfortable to a being that is just barely not immortal.

Going by a bunch of other names throughout the time he’s had on the world, the name Jimmy Casket mostly came to spite Ghost’s family. Feeling bad about Ghost knowing so little about himself, his dad (Peewee) tried explaining his bio family and the CBF incident to him, and at the time Ghost understood and though he needed time to process it, he didn’t take the news horribly. Casket basically ate the memory of that conversation and took the family name specifically to mock Peewee’s efforts.

Jimmy taunted Toast about killing his wife once and got shot to death for his efforts. Jimmy considers this his most rewarding interaction with Johnny Toast of all time and doesn’t bring up Mary just to not spoil the memory of that interaction.

CBF and Jimmy might’ve met before Jimmy could possess Ghost but after Gregory ran away. Jimmy probably attacked it at the time, and it was likely in a weakened state, which is why it’s genuinely kind of afraid of him, even if its more powerful than he is.

Started a diary and wrote in it whenever Ghost stumbled upon it just SPECIFICALLY to scare Toast when he eventually stumbled upon it.

Would absolutely spill the secret about the Destroyers of the Investigators Extraordinaire existing and Spooker being offered a membership roll if he thought it would tear PIE apart.

Has had rabies before.

Bites.

#taleblr #taleblr headcanons #taleblr headcanon Masterlist #headcanon masterlist #jimmy casket #might add more in the future

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snowthedepresso · 9 months

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So I’ve been having this ongoing conversation with my friends/family about the DC villains and rogues. Specifically, which ones would we be willing to have a drink/dinner with?

(Note: all of my opinions are based on the versions of them that I know, so it’s definitely not fully accurate and I don’t particularly care)

My list so far:

Joker:

ABSOLUTELY NOT. No, nada, nein, no way. Would rather chop off my own foot and feed it to Killer Croc.

Scarecrow:

Still absolutely not, don’t feel like seeing my worst nightmare and having a panic attack in the middle of a bar. Somehow, still prefer to Joker.

Killer Croc:

Depends on the version? If it’s the nice one who sponsored Roy at AA, maybe. If it’s the one who eats humans, probably not.

Mad Hatter:

NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. As a young woman, hell no. Yet somehow still above the joker.

Hugo Strange:

He gives me the creeps.

Lex Luther:

Absolutely. Especially if he’s picking up the check. I’m not in his way, I’m not Superman, and he has no reason to harm me. It might actually be an interesting conversation.

Music Meister:

YES. I don’t even care if I get mind controlled, we are going to a karaoke bar and I am hearing Neil Patrick Harris sing.

Catwoman:

Really more of an antihero, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I’d get a drink or dinner with her, it’s not like I have anything worth stealing.

Harley Quinn:

Pre-breakup, hell no. Post-breakup, why not?

Poison Ivy:

Iffy, but I think I’d be fine. She might be fun to talk to.

Captain Cold:

Absolutely, and we’re gonna have a great time. I don’t think he’s hurt me, and it might actually be fun.

Riddler:

Yes! I think it’d be fun, and I’m thinking we turn his riddles into a drinking game.

Mr. Freeze:

Absolutely would. I’m not in his way, he has no reason to hurt me, I’ll be fine.

Red Hood:

Technically an anti-hero, but I don’t care cause I very much want to have dinner or a drink with Red Hood. He won’t hurt me because I am a woman who has done nothing wrong, and honestly I might bring him with me to meet all the others.

Ra’s Al Ghul:

I’d rather not? I don’t think he has any reason to hurt me but the guy gives me the creeps and I’d like to avoid him whenever possible.

Firefly:

Unsure? I also like fire, but I don’t know enough about his temperament to know how it’d go.

Scarface:

NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO. (Still above Joker)

Two-Face:

Honestly, idk. Probably. It’s a coin toss whether it would go okay or really badly.

Penguin:

Yeah, why not? I haven’t given him any reason to hurt me, I have nothing he’d want, it’d probably just be an average dinner/drink.

I included some antiheroes on here because I want to. And I know that these aren’t all the villains or rogues in DC, but they’re the ones I had opinions on or discussed already.

Anyway, I’m kinda curious to hear other people’s opinions, or thoughts on other characters, or anything really.

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circular-bircular · 6 months

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do you have any recommendations for any pro-endo spaces/accounts on here? we've been steadily going down the anti-endo -> syscourse unallogned -> pro endo route, and getting to the more pro endo side of things, we feel very. stuck. most of the good accounts we know and follow and enjoy the content of are anti-endo/unalligned. and we'd love to follow more pro-endo accounts or even join some pro endo spaces like discord servers. but its really intimidating!

like most of the time we've interacted with pro endos has been on the anti-endo side of the debate. and that means we've just seen the worst of pro endos. the racists the ableists the radinclus. and we don't really know where to go to find pro endos who arent. like that.

i think you of all people would 100% know what i mean. youve also had a hard time with the pro endo community and are also pro endo. so i thought you'd maybe have some advice or blog recs or discord recs or something!

Sure thing! I absolutely get what you mean. It’s hard constantly getting shit on by your own community.

In terms of pro-endos, shout out to @indigochromatic and @mournfall-syscourse for having a lot of good discussions with me constantly about various topics. They’ve been a huge blessing in my life, and have helped clarify a lot for me in terms of what endogenic systems are experiencing. I’m also close with the various moderators of SAS, almost all of them being unaligned or pro-endo — and the main moderator having experienced a fairly familiar journey to me, going from anti to more neutral to pro.

In terms of servers: the @debunkingsystemscringe server is great. Not sure if the mod still has a link to the server up, but I find it a great place for discussion and vents alike about syscourse topics. If you’d like to stray away from syscourse, but still want a fun recovery space with pro-endos, indigo introduced me to a great server — but I’m not very comfortable just posting the link to this charged blog. I’d DM them for the link!

Lastly, while I’m no longer in the server, Survivor’s Network was a home to me for long enough that I would be remiss to leave it out. While it has a large amount of anti-endos, they majority of them are the “I’m so tired of ableism” brand, which everyone can agree on, and it’s an actual mixed space server. There’s pro-endos there, and the fact is, the majority of syscourse discussions aren’t about origins; they’re about how CDD systems function, and the research into CDDs. Because it’s a CDD server. And the focus is recovery.

I’m sadly not in as many pro-endo spaces as I would like. I don’t feel welcomed in those spaces at all, especially lately. It’s very clear to me that many individuals are determined that I’m a horrible anti-endo in disguise, and being the person I am, I don’t want to make more people uncomfortable. I know that simply being in even the spaces I’ve listed, discussing my current insights and beliefs, has led to people not only leaving those spaces, but harassing me afterward for “invading spaces” I don’t belong in.

My suggestion to you is to ignore that, like I have tried to do. I have gained so much from being in those spaces that do accept me, regardless of what is believed or said about me, and it’s made me more understanding as a result.

Sorry this got so long! It’s 1am and I’m prone to rambling 😰 I hope this helps somehow!

#syscourse #asks #anon #vessel on a calming sea #pro-endo #endo safe #pro endo

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marooosa · 2 years

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Hate You, Want You

A/N: I wrote this super impulsively and did Not proofread it, so please disregard spelling and grammatical errors. Enjoy!

Prompt: college! Austin and Y/N can’t stand each other, especially when they are paired together for a music composition project.

Warnings: Smut, being a Music Major lol

It was nearly midnight. You were exhausted from the day’s classes and your late shift at work. You loved your job, the tips and pay were incredible for what you do, but it’s hard to not feel worn out when three of your coworker’s called in sick and your manager spent the evening working on the “schedule” in his office, leaving you alone on the floor.

Checking your course pages, you find an announcement in your Theory class:

Hello all,

Sorry to bother so late, I just finished grading last weeks’ work! Tomorrow’s class we will begin our Partner Composition project. Please take a look at the requirements in the Syllabus, but we will also review my expectations and I will be happy to answer your questions in class tomorrow. I’ve already assigned partners, so please take a look at the list below!

P.S. I’ve also attached your phone numbers so you can easily contact one another, because who actually checks their email?

See you tomorrow!

You keep reading, scrolling further down the page to search for your name. You had a few friends in your class, so you hoped to be paired with one of them. The class was engaging and fun, but you dreaded going each week because of-

Austin Butler and Y/N Y/L/N

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you groan, hands covering your face. You’re a friendly person, you enjoy helping people out and love to be friendly with nearly everyone, but that friendliness dies with Austin fucking Butler.

It started when he transferred into your program during your third year. Being punctual, you were the first person sitting in your class. It was a normal day, you were responding to emails when, quite literally, the most beautiful man you have ever seen strolled in through the door. He was dressed casually, but something about those dirty blonde curls paired with piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw had your mouth gaping, and that combination was simply too much to handle at 9:03 AM on a Tuesday.

You didn’t even realize how long you had stared at the time until he cleared his throat, “You know, you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You didn’t even respond, feeling too embarrassed that he had caught you staring. Your cheeks had burned red for the rest of that class, and your embarrassment swelled each time you both caught each other’s eye.

Since that first moment, it seemed like he does everything in his power to make a fool out of you. Always correcting your answers when you participate, disagreeing with literally every discussion board you post and making sure to let you know that you’re an idiot, and staring at you so intensely during last semester’s recital that you could feel his eyes burning into you, causing you to shake like a leaf (even though you had performed countless times in the past and weren’t even performing challenging repertoire) and almost miss a beat.

He just bothered you, he’s too pretty to be that much of an asshole. But God, he is pretty. It’s frustrating really, to waste such a perfect face and a gorgeous body on such an insufferable person.

You slump even further into your hands, truly considering transferring because of a two-week project. Your phone chimes, jolting you up for you to see a text from an unknown number:

+1 *** *** ****

Hey partner, aren’t you so excited for tomorrow?

Checking the page, you see that the number is attached to the man you can’t stand. Although your mind tells you not to, you find yourself writing him back,

Oh yeah, I really can’t Wait to be forced around you for 2 weeks,

Thinking you should add something else to get under his skin, you continue:

why’d you ask? can’t stop thinking about me?

You decide to get dressed for bed while you wait for his reply, washing off the day’s makeup and changing into pajamas. While brushing your teeth your phone lights up:

Mhm. You know I can’t, maybe I’ll even dream of you tonight.

‘He’s such a dick’, you think, cheeks warm for no reason. Leaving him on open, you slide into your bed, reaching to grab your charger when he double-texts:

I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Face much hotter now and heart beating far too fast to just be curled up in bed, you respond boldly for the final time before turning your phone off for the night,

maybe I would

why don’t you find out?

Closing your eyes and exhaling deeply, you find yourself drifting off to sleep, trying and ultimately failing to keep your mind off of Austin…

His left hand is splayed across your hips, pinning you down to the bed, your bed. Meanwhile his right hand is keeping your legs open, head buried between your thighs. Your fingers are buried in his hair, effectively holding him down.

He’s making these sinful noises, lips attached to your clit, tongue lapping at it in circles.

“H-Holy fuck, Austin, oh my god,” you whine, hips trying to move from the overwhelming sensation.

You’ve come once already, but Austin is determined to get you off again, his tongue slides down your slit, pushing inside of you so perfectly. He moves up and down for a moment before finding home back on your most sensitive part, two fingers sliding into you to replace his tongue.

His fingers are moving at lightning speed, curling into the way he knows will make you fall apart. The sounds in the room are obscene, your whining, his low moans, the squelch of his fingers..

His lips pull off of you for a moment, “You taste so goddamn good, can’t get enough of you,”

You’re close, that ball in your stomach growing bigger and bigger,

“Could stay here forever, make you cum all day if you’d let me. Get you off however you want.. with my tongue, my fingers, my cock,” He flicks his tongue quickly around your clit now, fingers pumping in and out of you. You’re so close, nearing the edge, not being able to hold back any longer,

“Come on, baby, want this pussy to cum all over my face,”

And with that, you’re coming so hard you can’t even see, can’t even hear, and everything turns white….

You wake up suddenly, the sun too high in the sky for your liking.

��Shit shit shit’ you think, ‘I’m late!’

Pt. 2? Thank you for reading!

#austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #elvis 2022 #smut #college au #this is filthy at the end

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lumiereandcogsworth · 8 months

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hey lumi! I just thought of another question I wanted to ask you, other than batb, which live action remake do you think is the best? I haven't seen any and I want an expert opinion 😄

oh my gosh!!!!! i’m so honored. and i’m also SO autistic so i did so much more here than you asked. but anyway i wanted to wait to answer this until today because the little mermaid (2023) just dropped on disney+ and i JUST watched it for the first time. so i can include it in my list!!

of course prefacing with these are all my personal opinions, im not a film expert (and i pray to God i never am) i just like what i like! so without further ado: my thoughts! also this is just in chronological order, not ranked.

alice in wonderland (2010) - dude!! this was SUCH a hyperfixation for me when i was a kid. somehow, batb 2017 is NOT the first live action disney movie i’ve been utterly obsessed with. this movie is so good. i love the lightly gothic, mysterious fantasy aesthetic that is has. i love the wardrobe, i want to wear every outfit alice wears. i love how dark it is, like there’s such an edge to it while still being pleasant and fun enough to respectably be a disney movie. johnny depp does a fantastic job of course, (purely discussing his acting abilities here) he truly brings the madness into the mad hatter. all the acting is fantastic though. i highly recommend this film. you don’t really need to have seen the 1951 cartoon, i hadn’t, but it doesn’t hurt to! (i don’t recommend the sequel, alice through the looking glass, though. they really should’ve quit while they were ahead on this one)

maleficent (2014) & maleficent: mistress of evil (2019) - i enjoyed both of these!! i actually liked the second one more, but either way, it’s such a fun take on sleeping beauty. and this is coming from someone who LOVES sleeping beauty 1959!! it’s different obviously but it really is a good time, absolutely worth watching.

cinderella (2015) - beautiful! lovely!! not the most exciting film honestly but i do love the aesthetics and wardrobe. it’s a really pretty, pleasant movie. i’d love to rewatch it sometime! if only disney+ had it! which it doesn’t! for some inexplicable reason!!

beauty and the beast (2017) - i know you said besides my wife but obviously i have to still list it because. that’s my wife. anyway perfect film no notes!

the nutcracker and the four realms (2018) - i wanted to like this one so much more than i did. but it was just, so weird. it derails from canon in a way that isn’t enjoyable. ah. twas a let down, for me.

christopher robin (2018) - i don’t remember much honestly but it’s cute!! certainly worth a watch, but i don’t recall anything too special about it. it did make me cry though (that’s not hard for me to do at movies, to be fair)

mary poppins returns (2018) - CANNOT RECOMMEND ENOUGH!! THIS MOVIE IS LIKE IF JOY WAS TURNED INTO A FILM!!!! AAAHHH!!! :) SO LOVELY SO WONDERFUL!!!

the lion king (2019) - :/ genuinely not worth your time. it was TOO similar to the cartoon in terms of storyline, so it felt incredibly pointless to me. plus, it’s kind of boring that they look like real lions. i felt like i was watching animal planet but then pulled out of reality whenever they spoke or sang afjskfj

aladdin (2019) - ever since i saw this, i’ve only ever had three takeaways, and i’ll say them like a compliment sandwich. 1. visually STUNNING. the colors and the choreography, the people! all very beautiful. 2. the romance was… very flat? i honestly kept forgetting there was a love story going on. when they kiss at the end i was like “OOOHHH RIGHT!!” lmao. there’s just so much other stuff going on, jasmine & aladdin’s love story really fell to the wayside for me. 3. i LOVED that they gave jasmine her own song. she’s like the only disney princess that didn’t have her own song, somehow, so i was happy they gave her one and it was SO good. i remember it giving me chills on the first listen. — so, all in all, it was fine. not the worst but also not a personal favorite. worth a watch.

mulan (2020) - BLEGH sorry i almost threw up a little. maybe the worst live action remake of all time? let’s think: what are the best parts of mulan 1998? the music? mushu? shang’s bisexuality? shang, in general?? WELL LOOK NO FURTHER BECAUSE THIS HAS NONE OF THAT!!! :) it’s genuinely just… so bad. they took the basic concept and turned it into a freaky ass action movie. they make it so mulan was like, gifted from a young age with superhuman abilities (calling it chi, which, i don’t know the full story but i believe there was some major cultural appropriation that occured) instead of just being a normal badass human!!! and it wasn’t the villain from the cartoon it was a random witch. nothing made sense and it was stripped of everything that makes mulan one of the greatest disney films of all time. *godfather voice* look how they massacred my boy.

the little mermaid (2023) - so honestly i never really liked the original cartoon. it just never clicked with me. but i had every bit of hope that this one would maybe bring it to life for me!! and… well, it wasn’t bad! it was visually lovely and the music was fun. i just don’t think i’m a “love at first sight” kind of person. but eric was an incredibly likable nerd boy, sebastian the crab was funny, and ursula was SCARY. especially at the end oh my gosh???? anyway. worth a watch, but not my personal cup of tea. ariel and eric get points for dancing a bit AND they hugged at the end which was really sweet. couples Do Not hug enough in media.

lastly, i can’t comment on: peter pan & wendy (2023), the jungle book (2016), dumbo (2019), lady and the tramp (2019), and cruella (2021), because i have not seen them. i will absolutely note though that i despise cruella 2021 in solidarity with my friend @freakwiththeknifecollection because it blatantly disregards the canon of 101 dalmatians 1961 and they couldn’t even like?? train the dogs?? for ONE scene?? huge huge mess. i’m just scratching the surface. if you want a live action cruella, look no further than 101 dalmatians 1996. top tier live action that i loved as a kid!!

#thanks for asking and also i’m sorry for going overboard afjdkfjd #the chance to Elaborate was too strong 🙏 but thank you truly! i hope you find one you like !! (and let me know your thoughts!!)#romeoandjulietyouwish #answered

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hi, i was following the discussion around the ask regarding the “top shortage” article, and i’m honestly a prime example of the issue at hand; i don’t think i’ve ever initiated a successful interaction and thus far my sexual history has relied entirely on being approached by others.

there’s some garden variety fear of rejection (the mortifying ordeal of being known and all that) and some autism at play but what i find interesting and have been completely unable to unpack, is that i am in fact a quite effective communicator if i come across someone else who is also able to communicate well. the greatest hurdle in my experience is that trying to state my needs, ask for what i want, and solicit the same from the other person if they are not operating on a very high level of communication and transparency feels like swimming upstream through molasses. i simply don’t know how to navigate what feels like interrogating the other person just trying to small talk because they’re giving me single sentence answers with no elaboration on any discussion topic

you stated as a contrapoint to the idea of a top shortage that in your experience regardless of what community or sub-community you’re in “[when i make] any active attempt [] i’m drowning in options” . i’m understandably envious of this. really what i’m asking is what is the anatomy of an “active attempt”? is there a bullet list or perhaps a flow chart for how to guide the interaction towards the kind of discussion actually leads to getting laid?

So first, I'll say that while communication is always an interplay between at least two people and it must be responsive and dynamic (and if one can't communicate with a variety of types of people, one is not a good communicator) -- you can't squeeze water from a stone. There are many bad communicators online and in the kink and dating scenes, and if you find someone is sending the dryest possible texts imaginable and not giving you anything to work with, it's usually time to cut your losses and move on.

That said. Not everyone can easily put all their fantasies into words at the drop of a hat, but that doesn't mean they can't express their desires. This is where having a kinky tumblr or redgifs account or fetlife can really come in handy. Everyone has hang ups about what they want to some degree, and everybody runs out of ideas sometimes, and so trading pics and fics and porn videos back and forth with one another and taking note of what a partner of yours likes/reblogs and folding that into your own sexual repetoir is always an excellent move that shows you are considerate and communicative -- and it is itself a form of communication.

Some of my best partners over the years have been people who've been able to use the sending of an erotic gif or short story or video to get the conversation going and direct attention and desire. Plus exploring one another's kinks can really expand your own sexual palate of things you're into or down for, which means more future adventures for you either way! Communication is not only words, it's an act of inviting another person into your realm of experience and that can be physical, visual, aural etc.

As for how to go about actively communicating on say, fetlife or a dating app (or even tumblr, i've met people on here!):

I write in moderate detail about what I'm into, and I make it sound hot and fun! It's not a laundry list of expectations that I have in a partner or play scene, it's not a diatribe about hang ups or frustrations I've had on the site or with other people, it's bubbly, and infectious, and outlines some of my favorite things to do.

I've heard many times from strangers that even just reading my profile(s) has opened up their interest to a whole realm of activities and play themes that had never ever appealed to them before. This means I get a lot of curious questions and interest right off the bat, and from there I can review people's own profiles, ask them what they are into (that's usually how I word it, what are you into, or what kinds of play have you gotten into lately, etc), and take it from there. It always evolves pretty naturally because I take a genuine interest in people and want to hear all about their past activities and present interests and it flows easily from there.

And on the flip side, if I see that someone else is cute, or they have mutual interests to mine, I reach out to them, tell them how I feel, ask questions relevant to the kink, and again just direct a lot of interested genuine attention their way while also sharing excitedly about the stuff i've done and the things i'm into. In either case, whether I've been contacted or am contacting someone, if the vibes are good I move pretty quickly to escalate to actually meeting up or doing something, usually within a few days (or that same night if its that kinda app lol).

I dont know, if the interest is mutual and both parties are open and excited it all moves pretty easily! Doesn't mean every encounter is all that much fun, some people you just dont have chemistry with in person -- but you want to identify people who are compatible and who can express themselves openly as quickly as possible, kindle that connection, and then escalate it to real contact quickly as well. And communicating openly is not about being the best writer or orator, it's a question of spirit -- is the person closed off, or are they genuinely excited to share themselves with you and to take you in. And that's worth asking about oneself as well: am i an open, enthusiastic, present listener. but, like i said, this also means ignoring or fading away on plenty of dry, nothing-there messages.

I wonder if in your case getting more in touch with who and what you desire in an active way rather than a responsive way could be helpful, since you mentioned mostly only having success when approached. Maybe you can challenge yourself to find at least five people you find hot and message them this week. And take notice of feelings that you have about that, or people that you tell yourself you don't deserve to message, or any other points of resistance you feel internally and what that resistance sounds/feels like. and then contacting the person anyway.

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hi who are your favourite touhou characters and why im mostly curious about the why

amazing question! the following list is in no particular order. wriggle does happen to be my favorite but it’s not by a huge margin or anything

first up we got wriggle herself. i’m gonna be honest the way i interpret her bears absolutely no resemblance to her canon character, but i think that the fandom has generally kind of adopted an interpretation of her that’s nothing like her in canon so i excuse it if everyone else does it.

why i like her? really cool design obviously the cape is really sick. what actually draws me to her though is mostly the fact that she’s a member of team 9. she’s basically just “kind of silly bug woman who’s really weird about bugs” which creates a lot of really funny relationships with other characters. i tend to write her as more of the “average person” of the group which also makes her relationship with mystia that write about a lot really fun because it’s just these two pranksters that are background characters from a story perspective and a life perspective (i mean they really are just random youkai). basically everything involving her is just… really casual, and fuzzy. she just doesn’t have a whole lot going on

also i get to write her being autistic about bugs which is really fun.

another one of my favorite characters is remilia, who i’ve only really had an excuse to write once. i go into way more detail about this in microsm chapter 6 but basically i just really love her contrasts. i like writing her as both childish and mature, both fearsome and welcoming, both powerful and vulnerable. it’s clear she does care very dearly for those in the mansion and i just love giving her a soft side where she does want the best for everyone, even if she looks evil. oh she eats people? god forbid women do anything

also because she’s a vampire who owns a badass huge western mansion. that’s so cool

in addition we have reimu, who i honestly just find to be a really nuanced character. i love writing her getting really existential about her life and getting worried about shit. i kind of project onto her sometimes but we’re not here to discuss that. she has a very interesting personality, fluctuating between stern or sad or determined or funny depending on even the slightest factors. being the main character she’s had the most actual stuff happen to her, she has the most story and has the most relationships with other characters. there’s really anything you can do with her, and if you can get her personality right then you can even make a good story out of her going on a walk. case in point: residual by me

the next ones i don’t really like for such complex reasons i’m not gonna lie

ran, who is probably my #2, is just a really nice character. it’s fun to write her being all motherly to chen, it’s fun to write her being a calculator for yukari, it’s fun to write about her being gay obviously, and i really like her character design. she’s just nice and i would definitely be friends with her if that were possible. i’m aroace but whatever the equivalent of a waifu is for aroaces? she’s that to me. i don’t wanna fuck her i just am obsessed with her non-romantically

lightning round:

i like sakuya because her time ability is really cool and it’s fun to write about this woman working herself to death. also bonus points because i love the sdm

aunn because she’s a really fucking funny dog

mystia because she’s a team 9 member too except she also does cooking and is in a band and i get to write her being gay with wriggle

kyouko because she’s really loud and also has a job at the temple and is also in a band

youmu because i like to imagine she has a huge inner conflict. read: any of my youmu x ran works

seija because she has so much potential to be a really interesting character, arguably even more than Reimu. i just haven’t wrote her because i still can’t get her character down

the entire palace of earth spirits because their family dynamic is absolutely hilarious and actually they’re all really funny characters even on their own

cirno because come on man it’s cirno

anyways that’s all the ones i’m obsessed with. i love all 2hus though

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maguneedsalife · 1 year

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the judaism weeaboo

back with another fun work story bc this has been going on for five years and we all finally got sick of his shit

Okay, so. This guy. Let’s call him Bob.

Bob is a non-Jewish individual in our local community who has a deep fascination with Judaism, but has said he has no desire to convert. Instead he seems to like talking with Jews in order to show off his knowledge and explain our traditions back to us. I’ve taken to calling him a Judaism weeaboo, as his general know-it-all attitude and lack of respect for actual Jews is similar to the way weeaboos behave around Japanese people.

Bob has been in contact with us for a few years now, with most of our contact in 2018 and waning considerably in the pandemic. He is usually cordial and friendly on the phone, but in reality he does not have a lot of self awareness, nor does he demonstrate any real respect for synagogue staff or the Jewish community. When he calls he keeps staff on the line for a really long time, either showing off his own knowledge of judaism or trying to get us on his side. He’s never threatening or angry, just persistent.

Things Bob has asked about:

whether he can email us entirely in hebrew

whether i speak hebrew (and when I responded that I didn’t, he said “the conservative movement has great resources for learning hebrew” implying that i should know hebrew)

whether it would be alright for him to attend a bat mitzvah so he can say mazel tov to a 13 year old girl he does not know and who does not know him

whether it would be okay for him to record a class (and when we said no because our members aren’t comfortable being recorded by a stranger he tried to debate us on it)

whether he can add a message to our refuah shlemah/get well list wishing the (then-pregnant) rabbi an easy birth in hebrew (not what the list is for)

Bob attended services occasionally pre-pandemic. At the after-service lunches he consistently tried to corner the rabbis for a discussion, and on at least one occasion ran over a synagogue member’s toes with his chair. He has also attended classes held at the synagogue, and made the other people in the class uncomfortable with his know-it-all attitude. He even had an appointment with one of the rabbis once, during which he made her extremely uncomfortable with the endless mansplaining/debating/etc. Bob has been trying to get another appointment with that rabbi for years. He has not specified why he wants to talk (only that he likes talking with her and “appreciates her wisdom”) so I can only assume he is looking for another chance to debate an expert and show off.

I don’t have a mean bone in my body so I unfortunately haven’t been able to be clear with him that he’s not going to get that appointment, just continually telling him the rabbis aren’t available to meet with non-members and hoping he’ll either get the hint or give up. My previous boss tried to tell him off more clearly in the past, and it only resulted in him calling the front desk to complain that she was rude to him and that he would like a written apology from her. He has called multiple times asking for the written apology.

Anyway. He hadn’t called in a while so I assumed he finally decided to move on, but today he calls and I unfortunately answer the phone before I notice the name on caller ID. He wants to know if the rabbis are available between shavuot and “the 17th of Tammuz” (when prompted for the english date he just repeated the hebrew one). I passed him to my coworker for backup because they have an easier time telling folks off. Bob proceeded to keep them on the line for almost an hour, holding them past closing time so he could air his various grievances and try to get them on his side. He barely let them get a word in and did not answer their questions. He also apparently referred to one of our rabbis as a “Jewess” (which is a SLUR).

They finally managed to end the conversation and then were like “ok so I’m going to send him an email explaining why we aren’t going to speak to him and I’m copying our boss.” Tomorrow I’m learning how to block numbers in our phone system so im just like. prayer emoji that we never hear from him again

anyway. now you all know about bob

(please don’t send me advice for what to do about bob, i’m not looking for help with my bob-related problems nor looking for possible explanations for his behavior. we are going to very clearly tell him we’re done talking to him and then block his number.)

#synagogue tag

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This is one of those movies that may not actually be perfect BUT it's perfect for me. What a beautiful and fun film! I don't know the last time I watched a film (especially this new of a film) that just said let's have fun and never in the same way that this film did! And part of the fun is learning about something I knew nothing about! Woven into this story is queer resistance, the fight for civil rights, the effects of the great depression and innovation, industrialization, law, and themes of xenophobia. What got me the most during this movie was the metaphor of life being a game of pinball. I've been on the path of navigating endometriosis, so maybe it's that, but I was just deeply touched by Roger's need for something grounding and the way he articulated it. His testimony in court made me cry-imagine, me crying at a movie about pinball! Also the way this movie tilts (see what I did there (sorry)) the genre of biopic and documentary and reenactment was so so funny and entertaining. Plus Mike Faist absolutely killed it. Like most people who saw West Side Story, I've been anticipating what he'd do after that and I loved this. Just little moments of his physicality were beautiful and so unique. I always find it a little weird when something feels so digital and is supposed to be in the film-centric era of the 70's and I do wish the soundtrack had a bigger budget, but I digress. I think I first found out about this movie via some letterboxd list, but then my pal Traynor discussed it on his podcast, The Cinema Arcade: twitter.com/TheCinemaArcade/status/1659588789067567105?s=20 and then this weekend I saw that as a kickoff of a Kickstarter campaign (link to come here) for a VT based cardboard pinball company: pinbox3000.com/ to launch some new designs they'd be showing it for free! I had to go and I'm so glad I did. The crowd was awesome and I'm being convinced that people who are really into pinball may just be some of the best people in the world. SO I do hope their Kickstarter will spread and be funded! Really I just love a love-letter to something so specific and mundane and whimsical and life-affirming as pinball.

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John Oliver was on Russell Howard's podcast. Here's a post that starts out about that but takes a sharp turn for the personal and circles back around. I'm doing fine, really.

So I mentioned a while ago that it was announced that Russell Howard was starting a podcast, and I thought a podcast by Russell Howard in 2023 is the last thing the world needs, but I still clicked on the article and read the list of guests and saw that John Oliver was on it and then I said, okay, fine, obviously I’m not going to not listen to that, obviously not, someone tell me when the John Oliver episode gets released so I can ignore everything else. I then did check that podcast feed every week, ignoring it on all weeks except this one, when the John Oliver episode got released. Obviously, this week, I downloaded it. Obviously. Like I said, I’m not going to turn down new Chocolate Milk Gang content in 2023 just because I’m mad at Russell Howard for a little thing like betraying every principle that’s ever mattered by throwing his lot in with Jordan Peterson (also a few other things but they seem to all be tied together).

Of course, in this case, there’s a name that applies that is even more specific than CMG. It’s now been nearly three years, I think, since I first dubbed them The Boys with Four First Names. A name that I chose because I saw John’s appearance on The Russell Howard Hour and decided I want them to have a weekly trans-Atlantic show where they call each other to compare the US with the UK news of the week, and I came up with that brilliant title for their show. It was a while after that that I realized that show does actually exist, if you swap out Russell Howard for Andy Zaltzman, and Andy Zaltzman has never willingly hung out with Jordan Peterson, so actually that works out for the best. That’s when I got into The Bugle.

So this is also new Boys with Four First Names content, and obviously I wasn’t going to skip it. I downloaded it and started listening to it while on admin time at work, with a therapy session starting soon. That was yesterday, and I enjoyed it greatly. It sounded like they were both having fun, there were good stories, everything you want out of a podcast. The fun of hearing two old friends catch up, which is enjoyable as long as you don’t let yourself think too hard about how much less fun it is to catch up with old friends when one of them has gotten really into Jordan Peterson since you last hung out.

Quite early on there was a bunch of football chat, including a bit of Tuesday comedian football gossip, which of course is my favourite type of celebrity gossip. So I enjoyed that. The premise of the podcast is that people have to list the things they like best, and it seemed sweet that the first thing John Oliver listed was a slightly deflated football, as it reminded him of playing football when he was younger and living in England and hanging out with comedians who also played football.

This went into a discussion of whether he plays football anymore, to which the answer was no, because he has kids and a television show and there’s no time for anything else. It was accompanied by a discussion about whether he ever has time to do stand-up anymore, which had the same answer (aside from during the strike, when he did stand-up to make money to pay his staff).

This makes it quite understandable why a slightly deflated football is the first thing John Oliver picked as a favourite. He did used to be really, really obsessed with football. Like – I know most football fans are obsessive, but as far as I can tell, he took it farther than many. He’s said before that until he was fairly old he still believed he could be a pro football player, it was all he really wanted to do. So I enjoyed hearing him go on that podcast and reminisce about some of his favourite memories of playing comedian football.

Then they talked about some other stuff, some of it was interesting, both comedians told a few stories that I’ve heard before. Then Russell Howard asked John Oliver what would be the next thing he’d put in the box, and John said something to remind him of Edinburgh, and I instantly paused the recording because I had to run a therapy session in 15 minutes, and if I spent those fifteen minutes listening to John Oliver explain why he wants memories of Edinburgh in his box of wonderful things, I genuinely feared I might get too emotional to be in a proper state to focus on my job. I put on some music instead.

I think that might be a moment that it really, deeply hit me just how far my emotional projection with this sort of thing has gone. I mean, I knew my obsession with the Chocolate Milk Gang stuff did involve some amount of processing my own issues through media and stories about things that have happened to other people, but to be fair, the point of most media is for us to process our issues with it, right? We all listen to people tell stories of their younger days because they nostalgically remind us in some small way of things we love and it’s nice to feel validation in the core of our experiences, right? Sort of.

But the fact that I had to turn off that recording to avoid getting too emotional to therapize a kid was a bit of a sign of just how far that’s gone. It made me think back to how I first got obsessed with the whole Chocolate Milk Gang thing. It was last spring, when I listened to all the Daniel Kitson shows on Bandcamp and Vimeo. I loved them for many reasons, it was brilliant comedy that was insightful and intellectual and layered and consistently funny.

It did happen to hit me at a particular time when I happened to be going through some shit that those recordings of 00s-era Kitson hit quite well. The early ones were full of stories about how much he loved his friends and the way they could have spontaneous adventures and play football together and go to Edinburgh and shout racial slurs ironically (look, I don’t defend everything about early 00s Kitson). And as it got into later ones, 2007-2009, the stories increased about how his friends were getting married and having kids and moving away, and all this stuff he loved was slipping away. Then the Bandcamp recordings skip a few years and the next one is 2013, which is the bleakest fucking show I’ve ever heard, about how all his friends have moved on with their lives and once you’re into your mid-thirties all that community and stuff you loved in your twenties is gone forever and life has no redeeming factors.

I happened to listen to this just as I was starting to seriously realize how much my pre-COVID life that I’d missed so much was not just on hold for a couple of years, it was gone and not coming back. This happened partly because I had continued to live a lockdown life for so much longer than the rest of them had, so they’d all come back together and grown and changed without me, and when I tried to rejoin things, I was going back to something I didn’t recognize, and where I didn’t belong anymore, so many people didn’t even know me. It happened partly because a whole lot of those people who were locked in their house for so long lost their grip and got really into conspiracies, the Rogan and Peterson crowd and the worse shit to which those guys are gateways, and assorted other horrible things. I came back to find a much higher rate of that than what I’d left, and because I’d been away from it for a while so was no longer used to “just accepting” the certain level of it that had always been there, I had a lower tolerance for it than I used to. It was a different world.

Oh, and it partly happened because we’d all gone from our late twenties to our early thirties, and I think friendships do drift apart at that point because people want to focus on romantic relationships and careers and even kids, that happens whether there’s a global pandemic or not, as evidenced by Kitson’s shows about it that were written years before a global pandemic.

I had this team that I’d been part of since 2004 and running with my best friend since 2012, I loved it more than anything in the world. For so long, I wrapped my whole life around it. I stayed in the city despite better jobs elsewhere because jobs were just how I made rent money, this team was what I cared about in life. I never developed a social life outside it – no one in that sport really does, if we tried to hang out with people outside it we’d just bore them because we didn’t want to talk about anything but this sport that they don’t understand.

But within it, I had a really strong social life. As of 2019, our team was run by a great core of coaches, who would go to the pub after practice several nights a week, would travel to tournaments every weekend and then get home in the middle of the night and gather at someone’s house to review videos instead of going to bed. It was all I ever wanted. I’d never been so happy.

There’s a weird list of reasons why that specific group has disbanded and is never coming back. One guy in it tried to a fuck a teenager so we had to cut him off the team and out of our lives, which was really awful and horribly fucked up my ability to trust people since I’d liked him a lot and I thought I knew him better than that. One guy moved into the suburbs with his girlfriend and now on team trips he stays with her instead of hanging out in the hotel or Air B&B with the other coaches and we hardly see him anymore. One of them we had a falling out with over something stupid and she hasn’t been back since. One of them died of a brain aneurysm in early 2021 and I was devastated for months. You know, a variety of reasons why friend groups break apart.

But the individual people on the coaching squad has always rotated, that wasn’t the only problem. Through all the rotations, the consistent thing for years was that this was the thing I ran along with my best friend, he and I have known each other since 2004 and do everything together, or at least, we did for years. When I went back, I found new people there who didn’t know me but did know each other, I didn’t fit in anymore. And I wasn’t even sure I wanted to, given how much the team had changed, leaning toward the toxic rhetoric I had worked so very hard for so many years to not allow in it. It wasn’t just our team, either. It was the entire community. We went to tournaments where I’d always known lots of people, coaches and refs and administrators from across the country, but some of them had fallen down conspiracy rabbit holes during COVID, some of them had posted videos of themselves protesting against vaccines in my fucking city, it didn’t feel like a community I wanted anymore. And it didn’t really want me anymore.

I know that when written down like this, that doesn’t sound like all that big a deal. But this was the only thing I’d ever really, really loved. I remember being in high school and reading Romeo and Juliet, and our teacher told us it’s a play about love, and we were teenagers so too young to understand what real love is like (obviously, that it total bullshit because Romeo and Juliet were also teenagers who killed themselves to be dramatic, but that’s not the point here, just pretend it really was a play about True Love), but he could try to help us understand how it feels to fall in True Love with a person, by telling us to think about the thing we love most in the world.

He asked if we had anything, and I raised my hand and said I loved my sport. He said, okay, now try to imagine all the love you feel for that, and feeling it for a person. I absolutely could not imagine that. I thought about the girl in my sociology class that I’d had a massive crush on for two years and I’d do anything for her, and thought – no, I still can’t imagine feeling about a person the way I feel about the sport of wrestling. Feeling willing to drop every other thing in my life for it. Feeling like I couldn’t function without it, like nothing else really, actually matters. Feeling like it was the only reason I had any connections in my life, any reason to get out of bed. Feeling part of a community for the first time in my life, when I joined this sport as a teenager, after spending my entire childhood as an autistic kid detached from the world with no friends. Nothing compares to that.

It still doesn’t, really. Our teacher seemed to say that when we were adults we’d understand, but I’m 33 and I don’t think I’ve still never loved anything as much as that. I think I’ve been “in love”, whatever that means, the True Love that he was talking about that isn’t really in Romeo and Juliet but that play is still somehow the quintessential example of it anyway. But it wasn’t like that.

That’s a weird thing to bring up, I know, it’s just a story I’ve been thinking of lately, as I’ve started to wonder whether I need to leave this behind altogether. And it seemed like a way to explain why this fucked me up so much, last year, as I tried to return to it after I finally felt safe doing so for the first time COVID started, and I returned to a world I didn’t recognize and that didn’t recognize me. I could not – still can not – imagine anything ever again making me as happy as the best times from when I was part of that community and deeply emotionally invested in that sport. Realizing I may never get it back the way it used to be was accepting that the best times in my life might be over and I might spend the rest of my life enjoying things but thinking, this isn’t as good as that thing I used to have.

So, it was while dealing with that that I fell down the initial Kitson rabbit hole, heard his stories about his great community of comedian friends, and then heard his stories from a few years later of losing them because they’d all turned 31 and that’s just what happens, and I was listening to this while being 31 years old, and you can see why that might have rewired my brain a little, right?

Daniel Kitson’s Dot Dot Dot show from the end of 2020 has this throughline about how he’d run the Tuesday football games for twenty years, he loved it more than anything, it killed him to shut it down when lockdowns started. And when they were lifted, he desperately wanted to start them back up, but was too scared of the potential COVID risks, so refused to do it, even though other comedians were up for playing and asked him to start them. Others kept asking him, he kept saying no. This continued until, at the end of the show, he said they finally just started their own games with someone else doing the organizing of it. That bit of the show was so hard to watch that it’s the only Daniel Kitson show I’ve only seen once. I have other versions of it, but I haven’t watched them. But anyway, I’m probably really interested in Tuesday comedian football stories for normal reasons, right? Not because somewhere deep down some wires got crossed while watching that show and I now somehow subconsciously feel like the post-COVID survival of that league can mean things can be all right for mine too? No it’s probably fine.

Anyway, that might be why, for example, I might have read some strange, unexplained references to Daniel Kitson’s comedian friends from the early 00s being referred to as the “Chocolate Milk Gang”, and then spending hours and hours and hours and hours obsessively trying to figure out why the fuck they were called that, my obsession only growing stronger the more I worked out how few references or explanations are out there.

My search brought me to all kinds of other things. This is when I first found the fucking Cowgate video, along with a bunch of other old Late ‘n’ Live bits. I didn’t know what Late ‘n’ Live was when I started that archeological dig. I am now an expert on the history of Late ‘n’ Live, the long-running late-night Edinburgh Festival show hosted by the Gilded Balloon, owned by Karen Koren and her daughter Katy Koren. Hosted in the late 90s by Johnny Vegas and the early-to-mid-00s by Daniel Kitson. They destroyed a cow on stage there in August 2003 and no one will tell me why.

But I did finally find the answer about their name in David O’Doherty’s episode of the Comedian’s Comedian podcast, as he explains that they went to some place in Edinburgh after those late-night comedy shows, and at that place they got milkshakes, and because all the other comedians got drunk, those other comedians called the squares who got milkshakes the Chocolate Milk Gang.

I should clarify, at this point, that I am not just obsessed with the Chocolate Milk Gang out of some subconscious projection of my own emotional issues. I happen to big a big fan of the comedy of pretty much all its individual members (the membership list varies depending who you ask, but the main recurring names are: Daniel Kitson, John Oliver, Andy Zaltzman, Gavin Osborn, Josie Long, Flight of the Conchords, Alun Cochrane – I might not like where he’s gone these days but I really enjoy some of his old material and bemoan the waste of talent that he’s become, Russell Howard – see note about Alun Cochrane, Demitri Martin, Taika Cohen/Waititi’s name is in there sometimes, and I like all those people). And I think it is fucking cool that all those people, before they were famous for the various things for which they’re famous now, were doing stupid shit on late-night Edinburgh stages together in the early 2000s. That is a fun bit of comedy history and I am mainly in it for the comedy history.

But I have to admit, the speed at which I automatically shut off the recording as soon as John Oliver said the word “Edinburgh”, as I instantly realized I’d get emotional if I listened any further, does highlight that there may be some amount of emotional projection going on there as well.

I’ve compared Edinburgh to the national championships before. You train for it all year. You go to smaller things (regular gigs, regular tournaments) beforehand to practice, where you see various small combinations of other people from the community who are also practicing, but never all at once. Then once a year, everyone in the whole nationwide community travels to come together in this one city to show off the best, most polished version of the thing they’ve been working on all year, they’ve all peaked for this and once it’s over they’ll slowly start rebuilding to hopefully get an even higher peak the next year. Oh, and they both give out awards to the best ones, and then afterward everyone talks about whether the people who won really deserved to win and what other people deserved to win more, and even if they didn’t deserve to win, everyone who won puts it in their bios for the rest of their lives.

I went to the national championships in March 2023, for the first time since 2019. I wrote about it a bit on here. What I didn’t mention was that I spent most of the weekend miserable, because I hadn’t done enough to properly become part of things again before going. I had been coming to practices regularly beforehand, had done a few of the smaller tournaments, but still, I hadn’t fully integrated into the community again, because it was so different and I found it so difficult. So that weekend, which for years had been my time to connect with the entire rest of the community at once and really feel like part of everything and do what we’d been working on, just served to highlight how much none of that was true anymore. I wasn’t needed in most of the corners because I wasn’t a first-string coach anymore. I spent a lot of the tournament sitting in the bleachers feeling like shit and listening to Gavin Osborn on my phone.

So obviously, I was prepared for it to get to me at least a bit to listen to John Oliver, in 2023, talk about how he misses his days at the Edinburgh Festival. Talk about them with Russell Howard, a fellow Chocolate Milk Gang member, who has also gone in a wildly different direction since then.

I had to do some other stuff after work yesterday, and didn’t end up finishing the podcast. But I did go to bed with it on my mind, and then I had a dream that I went drinking with an old high school teammate. This was a guy I first met in 2006, when I was 16 and he was 14, and we bonded in our high school years under an abusive coach but with a team we loved. He then went away to one of the bigger teams in a city about seven hours away, and became of the most successful athletes in the country. He’d come home at holidays with stories of his big international trips, representing Canada all over the world, training with the Russians, getting honoured at ceremonies. I followed him via our sports’ news, via the gossip and rumour mill because everyone was talking about him, but they didn’t really know him, I always thought. Not like the people from my generation of my team did, who’d known him before he was “famous” (quotes because, you know, only famous within our niche sport).

I’ve always said I think there’s a bond you get with the people you trained with in high school that’s different from one with people you meet later on. Because later on you’re trying to impress national coaches and high-level athletes so you can get carding money and opportunities and shit like that. There’s a level of trust when you’re younger, and you’re not always jockeying for position, that stays no matter where you go. Even when he was a big enough deal so he really should have been too important to hang out with us, he’d still come home for holidays and drink beer with my best friend and I and tell us his stories and we felt close. When our athletes needed guidance, I called him up and got him to tutor them, and he was always willing to help. When he applied to medical school, I edited his applications and wouldn’t let him pay me even though I was working as a professional editor at the time. I thought we really knew each other.

Last year, he finished medical school and moved back to his home city to do his residency. I was so happy, that it meant he’d be able to join our coaching squad and be part of the team again. It was awkward, at first, because he has a different way of doing things, his approach sometimes clashed with ours. But we were working it out, I thought. Until early in 2023, when it became clear that he had been actively encouraging the male athletes on the team in their increasingly developing toxic attitudes. That our best athlete had been asking for gender-segregated practices because he didn’t want to work with girls, and my friend was telling him that he did deserve this. That our teenage male athlete told us he’d asked our friend in the change room what he thought of Andrew Tate, and he’d replied that Andrew Tate has some good ideas. Now we interact with this friend carefully, keep him at arms’ length from the main issues in the club and avoid giving him delicate information, don’t trust him anymore, and are constantly talking about whether we need to get rid of him altogether. And I fucking hate it. I hate the thought that I don’t know whether he’s just not the person I used to know, or whether I never really knew him at all. I hate the fact that I was wrong about him. I hate losing people.

Anyway. Last night, after listening to John Oliver catch up with an old friend who has since gone all Jordan Peterson but still seems on the surface like the same person, I had a dream that I went out drinking with this guy, and I told him I was tired of trying to guess his thoughts and motivations, and I just wanted to talk and clear the air and find out what the fuck he was thinking, letting all this misogynistic shit go on the team when I’d thought that I had been a good enough teammate and friend to him over the years to make him not want to kick the girls out of a room. Nothing really got resolved, because it was a dream, things went vaguely fuzzy and then I woke up. But it felt nice to be able to say those things, even if not for real.

…I did have that dream last night, but don’t worry guys, it’s fine, I’m definitely only doing a normal level of emotional projection here, right? Not taking it too far? I’m doing completely fine. It’s fine to hear John Oliver in 2023 say “Actually, I now have a wife and kids and wildly successful TV show, but my favourite things in the world are still the things I did in the early 00s, sometimes if you found something good enough then but walk away from it for something better you might look back in your mid-forties and think nothing did ever get better than that.” (Please note: I am aware that John Oliver presumably does not literally believe that, and presumably does love his kids more than he loved playing football in Crystal Palace, also being a multi-millionaire is a pretty good thing to love, I am in no way feeling sorry for John Oliver here. I’m just saying, he didn’t put his multi-million-dollar TV show in the box of favourite things. What if you leave the thing you loved when you were young for something objectively better and more successful but then grow up and realize life never got better than going to the national championships with all your friends?)

Anyway. I'm doing fine. I changed my dosage of anxiety medication this week and had to go home early from work today due to headaches and dizziness related to that. I curled up in bed with a cat and watched Arthur in the afternoon (the original, don't worry I haven't decided that November 2023 is a good time to watch a Russell Brand film), then I listened to more of that podcast episode, then I wrote this post, and now I'm going to bed. I have stuff to say about that episode as, you know, an actual comedy fan. Will write a fun post tomorrow about the fun comedy things in that podcast episode. Just had to do the LiveJournal-style diary entry version of it first. Probably won't leave this post up for long but it helped to write it. I had a weird dream last night and now I'm tired and dizzy and my head hurts. I definitely can't read this post back, so sorry that it's even more full of errors than my posts normally are. Also sorry that it's incoherent and overemotional, I (genuinely, as I write this sentence I'm realizing what a big difference that's making to my current mental state) blame the medication change and its physical and emotional side effects. It'll be fine.

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Another new episode! Maybe the weirdest movie I've talked about yet?

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Hello and welcome back to the Rewatch Rewind, the podcast where I count down my top 40 most rewatched movies over a 20-year period. My name is Jane, and today I will be discussing number 30 on my list: Twentieth Century Fox’s 1952 science fiction comedy Monkey Business, directed by Howard Hawks, written by Ben Hecht, Charles Lederer, and I.A.L. Diamond, and starring Cary Grant, Ginger Rogers, Charles Coburn, and Marilyn Monroe.

Dr. Barnaby Fulton (Cary Grant) is a chemist developing a formula to reverse some of the symptoms of aging. His boss, Mr. Oxley (Charles Coburn) believes this could become a fountain of youth drug, but Barnaby is more realistic, and merely hopes it could cure his bursitis. He’s been experimenting on chimpanzees but decides to try the newest version on himself – and soon after begins behaving like a frivolous college boy. However, unbeknownst to Barnaby, or anybody else, one of his chimpanzees has mixed a separate formula and poured it into his water cooler, so it’s actually the drink of water he used to wash down his formula that he’s reacting to. After a wild day, much of which he spends with Oxley’s sexy secretary Miss Laurel (Marilyn Monroe), the formula finally wears off and Barnaby is back to his more mature self. He’s eager to try it again, but after hearing about his day, his wife Edwina (Ginger Rogers) drinks his second dose before he has a chance to – and, crucially, also takes a drink of tainted water. And hijinks continue to ensue.

The first time I saw this movie was when it happened to come on TV. It must have been summertime because my sister was away at camp and I distinctly remember writing her a postcard about how I had just watched the funniest movie ever. Thus began a phase when I was kind of obsessed with this movie: I watched it three times in 2003, three times in 2004, and twice in 2005. Then I got a little tired of it and took a break, but I returned to it in 2009 and again in 2010, then twice in 2012, and then once each in 2014, 2017, 2018, 2019, and 2022. There are certain things about this movie that really bother me, which is why I don’t rewatch it as frequently anymore, but there are also things about it that I absolutely love, so I don’t think I will ever abandon Monkey Business completely.

This is the second appearance of both Cary Grant and Ginger Rogers on this podcast, so I’ve already mentioned that they’re two of my faves. To people who have vaguely heard of them, a movie like this might sound out of character for these stars. Cary Grant seems to generally be remembered as a debonair leading man, and Ginger Rogers is generally remembered as Fred Astaire’s frequent dance partner. While those aren’t exactly inaccurate perceptions, they are definitely incomplete. People don’t talk nearly enough about how funny both of them were. Like, no offense to the writers, but with the wrong stars this movie could have been absolute garbage. I mean, I think we can all agree that the story is completely ridiculous. But Grant and Rogers were both comedic geniuses, and basically the only reason I keep revisiting this movie is because of how fun they are to watch in it. By 1952, they were both at least two decades into their film careers, and while they did sometimes play serious dramatic roles, much of their work was in comedy, so they’d had plenty of time to hone their comedic skills, and it shows.

I love that Monkey Business gives them so many opportunities to show off different facets of their comedic talents. The silly tone of the movie is set at the beginning of the opening credits, which Grant keeps interrupting by opening the door, and we hear director Howard Hawks’ voice offscreen saying, “Not yet, Cary.” Then in the first scene, Barnaby and Edwina are at home, preparing to go out for the evening, but Barnaby is distracted thinking about the formula and keeps failing at getting ready properly, until Edwina gives up. They both have such perfect timing and excellent chemistry that this dynamic feels entirely believable and natural, and is also incredibly funny. The first time Barnaby takes the formula, Edwina isn’t around, so we get to see Cary being a goofball by himself, and then with Marilyn Monroe as his “straight man”. But then Edwina takes the formula, and it’s Ginger’s turn to be silly, and Cary’s turn as the straight man. And then later both Barnaby and Edwina drink a bunch of coffee in his office, using the water from the cooler, so they both start acting like children, which means they get to act goofy together for a bit. These changing dynamics are all handled flawlessly. Even when they’re under the influence of the formula and acting silly, they’re still somehow believable. While I’m not convinced that feeling younger would really make people behave quite the way they do, the actors sell it so well that it’s easy to just accept it.

The aspect of their behavior that I have the hardest time accepting is that while under the influence of the formula, both Barnaby and Edwina seem to have the instinct to cheat on each other, in ways consistent with stereotypes about their respective sexes. Younger man Barnaby finds himself drawn to sexy Miss Laurel – I know I mentioned in a previous episode that as an asexual I don’t really understand what “sexy” means, but there seems to be a general consensus that Marilyn Monroe was it. Her character is a fairly basic ditzy blonde who was clearly hired for her looks and not her secretarial skills and isn’t particularly interesting, although she does get to say one of the funniest lines in the movie: “Mr. Oxley’s been complaining about my punctuation, so I’m careful to get here before 9:00.” The first time Barnaby takes the formula, he leaves work in the middle of the day, so Miss Laurel is sent to find him, and they end up going out on an extended date. At one point, Miss Laurel kisses him on the cheek, but then he mentions his wife and she backs off disappointedly. So it’s relatively innocent “cheating,” if it can even be considered cheating at all, but that doesn’t stop Edwina from getting jealous – a feeling that is significantly heightened when she takes the formula, to the point that she tries to start a fight with Miss Laurel. Then younger Edwina seems to think she and Barnaby are on their honeymoon, but they end up having a weird fight that doesn’t really make any sense and she locks him out of their hotel room, at which point she calls their lawyer, Hank Entwhistle, played by Hugh Marlowe, who, it was revealed in their fight, kissed Edwina once, presumably years ago. We don’t get to see exactly what happens next, but the following morning Hank seems to think Barnaby is physically abusive based on what Edwina told him. So to summarize: men who feel young want to go out with pretty women, and women who feel young want to pick fights with their husbands and turn to a “friendzoned” man waiting in the wings. And this is reiterated when they take the formula again and act like actual children instead of young adults. Even then, Barnaby is drawn to Miss Laurel and Edwina is jealous of them, and after a fight with Barnaby, Edwina calls on Hank again. I’m not going to claim the way they portray this isn’t funny, because it is, but I don’t love that message, and that’s part of why I don’t love this movie as much as I used to anymore. There are a few scenes between “normal” Barnaby and Edwina where they talk things out that I think are actually pretty good, and it seems like they’re trying to show that a certain level of maturity is necessary for a healthy long-term relationship, which I think does make the message better, albeit amatonormative. I still think they could have made that point without being quite so sexist about it. Although it was 1952, so… maybe they couldn’t have.

There is also some blatant racism in this movie that I realize was common for the time, but that doesn’t make it okay. Child Barnaby overhears child Edwina calling Hank to come over, so he grabs a pair of pruning shears and rallies a group of (all white) neighbor children playing “Cowboys and Indians” to help him tie up and scalp Hank when he arrives. One of the kids informs Barnaby that they have to do a war dance first, and sing, so Barnaby organizes the kids into an “Indian choir” of sorts, and listeners… it is so painfully bad. On the one hand, from a historical perspective, it’s interesting to see how white American kids used to play in that era, but on the other hand, it’s just… no. I get that it’s supposed to be silly, but there are so many ways to be silly that don’t involve mocking Native Americans. A less serious complaint I have about that part is the next time we see Hank after he’s been tied up, part of his head has been shaved all the way to the skin, and there is no way the clippers Barnaby had could have cut anywhere near that close. And while I can easily suspend disbelief enough to accept a chimpanzee unlocking the secret of youth with a mixture of random chemicals, asking me to believe that pruning shears could shave a man’s head that closely is going way too far!

I also had a know-it-all phase when it bothered me that people often refer to chimpanzees as “monkeys” when they’re actually apes, but now I’m more in the “all words are made up to begin with and classifications of animals are especially made up, so who cares” camp. I guess that’s one way I can tell I’ve grown up and matured since the first time I watched this movie, without trying to use the ability to maintain healthy romantic relationships as a metric. But the more I learn about how animals – particularly apes – have historically been treated by the entertainment industry, the less I can enjoy seeing them in older movies. I haven’t heard any specific stories about Monkey Business in particular, but I doubt the chimps featured in it had very good lives, and that is yet another thing that makes it harder to enjoy this movie.

But despite all its problematic aspects and its relentless amatonormativity, overall I do think Monkey Business has a pretty good message about our society’s obsession with trying to stay young. After he and Edwina have both tried the formula, Barnaby has this to say about youth: “We remember it as a time of nightingales and valentines. But what are the facts? Maladjustment, near idiocy, and a series of low comedy disasters. That's what youth is. I don't see how anyone survives it.” And in the final scene, Barnaby concludes: “You’re old only when you forget you’re young.” The movie points out the importance of learning from experience to keep people from acting like fools who don’t understand consequences their whole lives. But it also shows that you can embrace getting older without completely abandoning the youthful joy that people and things you love brought you when you were younger. So the way I feel about this movie is remarkably consistent with its message. As I’ve grown and matured and learned more about the world, I’ve become more aware of its negative aspects, but that doesn’t negate the delight it brought me when I was younger, and having some problematic elements doesn’t make the movie all bad. Monkey Business reveals that life is more complicated than we think it is when we’re young, and youth is more complicated than we think it is when we’re old. Basically, life is messy, and there are no quick fixes, so let’s stop wasting time seeking perpetual youth and instead make the most of the life we have.

This does feel like a bit of a hypocritical message coming from Hollywood, which is famous for its obsession with youth and beauty. I do appreciate that this movie’s two main stars were both in their 40s – positively ancient by Hollywood standards, at least for an actress. In fact, at 41 years old (possibly only 40 at the time of filming), Rogers was the oldest leading lady to ever star in a Howard Hawks movie, which is incredibly upsetting. Grant would continue to play leading men for over another decade, and by this point in his career he’d already begun starring opposite women who were closer to Marilyn Monroe’s age than to his own (he was 22 years older than her), so it’s a bit refreshing to see him mostly paired with Rogers, who was only 7 years younger than him, with his attraction to Monroe portrayed as youthful infatuation that we’re not really supposed to take seriously. Marilyn Monroe herself perfectly embodied Hollywood’s ideal of youthful glamor, and it literally destroyed her well before she could make it to her 40s, so her presence in this movie really draws attention to the hypocrisy of its message. It would be great if the entertainment industry would actually take the movie’s advice and value age and experience rather than constantly worshipping (and thereby often ruining) youthful beauty, but as is so often the case, Hollywood released a movie with a decent message and then proceeded to ignore it.

Thank you for listening to my conflicted thoughts and feelings about this movie. I truly don’t know if anything I said made any sense to those of you who haven’t watched it, which I assume is most people, but I greatly appreciate you sticking with me anyway. Remember to subscribe or follow if you want to hear more, and rate or leave a review to let me know how you’ve been enjoying this podcast so far. Next week I will talk about the third and longest movie I watched 17 times, which is another fun, silly, obscure older movie, so I hope you’re enjoying these. And if you’re not, I hope you will continue listening anyway, I promise there are more recent and more well-known films coming up too. As always, I will leave you with a quote from the next movie: “How do you say in English ‘parachute’?”

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