#mars the rock troll
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! NSFW branch headcanons .
pairing: branch x fem!reader
warnings: heavy nsfw , biting , degrading
➜﹒Branch
he's a switch , but on a normal basis he's submissive
he whimpers. alot. esp when you're giving him head, his tip is sensitive
he won't EVER say it but he lovess when you take control of him (submissive little shit)
he had a fantasy one time of you tying him up onto the bed , and riding him. (should i write abt this..)
he's slow wit it , until you ask him to go faster which is a risk. bc once he goes faster , he gets so lost in your pussy that he doesn't even hear you telling him slow down.
if he eats you out he treats you like his last meal...don't try n close your legs either he wont be dealin wit any of that
let's talk about when he's a dom tho..ouhhh you're fucked. (literally)
ohh hes very um..rough..esp when he had a bad day and comes back to his bunker with you in it (if you wanna live w him)
he's more of a typa person to praise you but he mixes a little degrading into his praise
"such a pretty little slut f'me yea?"
did i mention how youre in an UNDERGROUND BUNKER.. he's making you moan as loud as he wants and no one is hearing you
really into bdsm he loves either one of you being tied up
➜﹒RockZombie!Branch
alot of grunting and heavy breathing
he's veryyyy rough on a normal basis but only if you're okay with it
HES A BITERRR
backshots? he's leaning over and grunting in your ear , and groaning your name
bites you lightly to keep himself quiet (it doesnt hurt)
every blue moon he's a sub.. you rarely catch him being submissive
when he is submissive tho, it's a majorrrr turn on
he's whimpering the whole time , begging you for more until he cant take it any more
this man can go for HOURSS..no breaks .. nothing ..
you're tired as hell by the time he's done with you
he's def a hair puller , he subconsciously grips your hair all the time no matter what you're doing , giving him head, taking his dick , wtv
he's sensitive to touch..like...ANYWHERE...rub your hand across him the wrong way and hes ready to fuck the shit out of you
he's veryyyy dirty minded , if you say the wrong thing he'll make it sound inappropriate and you just go along with it
mhm mhm i had alottt of fun making this 😛 drop some reqsss
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#⟢﹒mars' library .#branch trolls#trolls 3#dreamworks trolls#trolls movie#trolls#trolls band together#trolls 3 band together#trolls branch#branch x reader#branch x fem!reader#branch#trolls world tour#rock zombie branch#rock branch
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Welcome to Revenge of the Underrated!
Some of you asked me to put a "haven't watched both" to be more fair to the more unknown movies, but I've seen other tournaments doing this and I think it limits too much who can participate in the polls. So what I decided to do is a double elimination!
What does that mean? That means a movie has to lose twice to be eliminated. In other words, there will be a sorts of losers bracket that'll be part of main bracket. I'm undecided on whether to do this for only one round or the whole bracket, as it would make the tournament very long. Do let me know if you have any opinion about it.
Anyway, Revenge of the Underrated, Round 1:
Miss Hokusai vs Happily N'Ever After
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children vs Tiger and Bunny: The Rising
Ballerina vs Book Girl
On-Gaku: Our Sound vs Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Eternal The Movie Part 1
Cats don't Dance vs The Flight of Dragons
Dragon Ball Z: Cooler's Revenge vs The Girl Without Hands
The Twelve Tasks of Asterix vs Flatland: The Film
Felidae vs Pokemon the Movie: The Power of Us
An American Tail: Fievel Goes West vs Unico in the Island of Magic
Rock and Rule vs Rock-A-Doodle
The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning vs Freddie as F.R.0.7
The Plague Dogs vs The Magic Riddle
Pokemon Heroes vs The Pebble and the Penguin
Strange Magic vs Sea Prince and the Fire Child
Help! I'm a Fish vs Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs
Azur and Asmar: The Prince's Quest vs Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealer
Titan A.E. vs Ico, the Brave Horse
The Adventures of Mark Twain vs A Troll in Central Park
The Case of Hana and Alice vs Once Upon a Forest
Underdogs vs Long Way North
Mars Needs Moms vs The Twelve Months
Phineas and Ferb: The Movie: Candace Against the Universe vs Blinky Bill
Robot Carnival vs Revue Starlight: The Movie
One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island vs Winx Club: The Secret of the Lost Kingdom
Ruben Brandt, Collector vs Samurai Jack: The Premiere Movie
Lupin III: The First vs Pippi Longstocking
The Three Caballeros vs The Legend of Manxmouse
Princes and Princesses vs The Snow Queen
A Letter to Momo vs Seven Days War
The Wild Thornberrys Movie vs The Rabbi's Cat
Night on the Galactic Railroad vs The Boy who Wanted to be a Bear
The Swan Princess vs Planetarian: Hoshi no Hito
Patema Inverted vs Bartok the Magnificent
Next Gen vs Padak
Asterix: The Mansions of the Gods vs Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland
Thumbelina vs Catnapped!
Titan A.E. vs Rainbow Magic: Return to Rainspell Island
Junk Head vs Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie
Charlotte's Web (1973) vs The Princess and the Goblin
Shaun the Sheep Movie vs Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius
Redline vs Balto
The Addams Family vs Inu-Oh
Epic vs Mary and the Witch's Flower
The Girl Who Leapt Through Time vs Vivo
Barbie: Princess Charm School vs Kronk''s New Groove
Waking Life vs The Transformers: The Movie
Barbie in the Nutcracker vs Barbie as Rapunzel
Pokemon: The First Movie - Mewtwo Strikes Back vs Cool World
The Land Before Time vs When the Wind Blows
The Secret of NIMH vs Summer Wars
The Black Cauldron vs All Dogs go to Heaven
The Red Turtle vs FernGully: The Last Rainforest
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas vs Ron's Gone Wrong
The Boxtrolls vs Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade
Arthur Christmas vs One Piece Film Red
Barbie of Swan Lake vs The Rescuers Down Under
Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole vs Secret of the Wings
The Castle of Cagliostro vs Pokemon: The Movie 2000
Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust vs Arthur and the Invisibles
Tinker Bell vs Barbie as the Island Princess
Mind Game vs Tekkonkinkreet
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh vs Dragon Ball Super: Broly
Mirai vs Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero
The Lion King II: Simba's Pride vs Scooby-Doo! and the Cyber Chase
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🌸Drawing and C.M!Trollex redesing belong to @imoonblaze
🌸CrossoverMansion AU belong to @some-multifandom-stories
🌸King Trollex from Trollstopia (Trolls 2) belong to Dreamworks
Despues de unos cuantos dias ocupada, por fin les traigo aqui la version C.M de King Trollex. Tuve que hacerle algunos cambios minimos o mayores para adaotarlos al Au de _Multifandom_stories_
Historia: Despues de la llegada de Barb a la tribu de los Techno trolls en busca de su cuerda, su reino sucumbio a la destruccion despues de que estos impusieran resistencia contra ella y su miembros, llevandose a su desaparicion a sus habitantes. Trollex junto a Synth, Laguna y unos pocos civiles que lograron sobrevivir al ataque se alejaron a las profundiades del mar en busqueda de refugiarse lejos de la amenaza de la reina del rock y con ello asegurando la cuerda techno. Sin embargo, bajo la consciencia de la mente de Trollex quedaba la culpa de haberles fallado a su gente y a su reino por no haber podido hacer lo suficiente para impedir que ese incidente ocurriera y que muchas vidas se perdieran. Al tiempo los techno trolls sobrevivientes junto a su rey se adaptaron a la oscuridad y presion del ambiente abisal, obteniendo asi caracteristicas y mejoras que les permitieron sobrevivir a su nuevo habitat....o eso hasta que un dia se abre un portal frente a ellos hacia otra dimension.
[Puede que un rato ponga una biografia]
#trolls#techno trolls#dreamworks trolls#king trollex#trolls world tour#trollstopia#CrossoverMansionAU
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A decent summary of bad music. highlights (red text for emphasis):
Sleep Token’s music feels so meticulously pored-over and stylized that it’s almost entirely bereft of human feeling — and that’s kind of the point. The London-born band is a masked, “anonymous” metalcore group helmed by the mononymous singer-songwriter Vessel. Like Ghost, there’s an extensive pseudo-religious lore behind their lyrics that involves Vessel’s mysterious deity-lover-abuser Sleep, and their convoluted storyline — the musical version of a TikTok romantasy book — plays out across Sleep Token’s three-album arc. Also like Ghost, who write all of their “MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY” social media posts in third-person and with ceremoniously rigid prose, Sleep Token post in the voice of a Skyrim NPC, alerting their fans that tickets to their “rituals” (see: shows) “have been swiftly depleted” and encouraging fans to “obtain” (see: buy) merch from their shop.
Sleep Token’s savvy pretension projects the illusion that they’re a lot darker, deeper, and cooler than they actually are. The beige pen-and-ink album cover for 2023’s Take Me Back To Eden — coincidentally the same color palette Avenged Sevenfold used for Life Is But A Dream… — could be mistaken for a post-metal album released on The Flenser label. . . . The presentation is perfectly suited for a Cult Of Luna or Amenra record, but Sleep Token employ it to make their mundane seem arcane. The arthouse elegance attempts to paint over the band’s clunky fusions of contemporary radio schlock and rudimentary djent-metal.
The songs on Take Me Back To Eden . . . sound tailor-made for the era of reaction videos, where a song’s merit derives more from its construction than its content. The average Sleep Token track is 75% stately pop-rock — often undergirded by stomp-clap drums or department store trap beats, and spritzed with a whiff of PG-13 sensuality — and 25% concussive metal breakdowns and ghoulish screams. Sleep Token deploy the metal passages like land mines, erupting without warning after several verses (upwards of six or seven minutes into their overwrought suites) of distinctly un-metal sounds. Some of their songs have absolutely zero metal in them, and are just saccharine, blindingly polished pop tracks that could easily be mistaken for Imagine Dragons, who Sleep Token have been frequently compared to. . . .
In “Chokehold,” one of several 2023 singles that caught fire online and turned Sleep Token into an overnight sensation, Vessel spends the first two minutes achily cantillating atop an elastic synth and a sparse trap beat. Suddenly, a wave of down-tuned guitars and bludgeoning drums come crashing in, only to recede completely and then return for one last go-around. The errant breakdowns serve as little more than reminders that what you’re listening to is in fact a metal song — “don’t worry, this isn’t actually pop,” their perfunctory inclusions seem to suggest. In the “crabcore” era, metalcore bands would jumpscare their fans with garish Euro-trance drops to essentially troll their listeners with brief detours into pop. Decades earlier, Type O Negative would flip the lights on in the middle of their sultry goth-metal romps to bask in a resplendently sunny psych-pop hook. Sleep Token’s music effectively does the same thing, except they’ve reversed the proportions, making metal the gag in an otherwise pop-forward feature.
Their biggest song, “The Summoning,” is a little moodier and djentier during its main motifs, but in its third act twist, the metalness swiftly drops away and Vessel croons over a Bruno Mars-inspired funk groove. In metalcore’s scene era, bands would have fun flipping bubblegum pop hits into scream-infested mosh jaunts on the infamous Punk Goes Pop compilations. Now, one of the biggest new bands in metal is unironically emulating that tier of normie pop in their own songs, and supporters view it as a bold genre exploration rather than a naked embrace of fundamentally corny, centrist, playlist pop. Sleep Token are primed for our cultural hypnosis toward artists who “transcend genre,” which in most cases (and especially Sleep Token’s) means the artist just stacks a bunch of dissimilar sounds on top of one another and passes it off as innovative eclecticism. Whether or not the genre-jumbling follows any creative or emotional logic is irrelevant. Songs like “The Summoning” just get props for stacking blocks on top of books like a toddler in a playpen. . . .
Within a year’s time, the band have gone from a mid-size club act to arena-filling headliners (their spring US tour is sold out), and their fanbase’s behavior on TikTok and Twitter now mirrors the cadence of a popstar stan army. That exponential spike wasn’t because there was suddenly 10x more appetite for djenty metalcore then there was the year before. “Chokehold” and “The Summoning” went viral because they were effectively pop songs, and the album that followed even moreso. Therefore, treating Sleep Token’s popstar rise like a win for metal feels like a misrepresentation of what makes their songs appealing.
Are Sleep Token metal’s new breakout act because of or in spite of their own metal-ness? The same question could be asked of Bad Omens, who are actually bigger than Sleep Token by several metrics (they’ve had three top 10 hits on Billboard’s Mainstream Rock Airplay chart, including a #1, and boast 2 million more Spotify monthly listeners than Sleep Token). Moreover, their frontman/songwriter/producer Noah Sebastian feels fatigued by his band’s dizzying fame (which has manifested in an even more intensely parasocial stan army than Sleep Token’s) in a way few modern rock musicians ever get the opportunity to fret about. . . .
The convergence of sleek, office-park R&B and SiriusXM-ready metalcore was first introduced in the 2010s by bands like Memphis May Fire and Issues, but Bad Omens reupholstered that tacky sound with a mentholy sexiness that’s one part gentrified industrial-metal and one part “Blinding Lights”. . . .
So what’s novel to this moment isn’t that Bad Omens’, Sleep Token’s, and Spiritbox’s most popular songs happen to be their catchiest ones. It’s that the totality of their sounds — not just their singles, but album cuts, too — are directly dialed into major-label pop, and they’re explicitly taking influence from some of the most mainstream, non-metal pop singers of the day. . . .
And it’s not just these bands. Look at almost any popular metal or metal-adjacent act of the last decade, and their metalness is either used as a prop, a gimmick, or a counterweight to their otherwise non-metal sounds. . . .
Metal is instead part of these bands’ convoluted creative schemes, where it’s either used like a comedic foil (Babymetal), as a musical garment in a theatrical production (Ice Nine Kills), or as a sort of sonic Instagram filter (Our Last Night), where the vague idea of metal is used to market a hunk of normie-millennial cultural detritus as something alternative.
The thread connecting this entire new generation of bands — from Ghost and Bring Me The Horizon to Sleep Token and Our Last Night — is that they all use metal more like a signifier than an artistic framework. . . . Instead, they’re enamored by the mainstream, and are adopting its cultural products to shape the way they sound, look, and transmit feeling through their art. Optimists see their methods as a necessary creative overhaul of a genre that’s already exhausted its own appeals. The heaviest, fastest, nastiest metal songs have already been written, and these bands are giving audiences something new to chew on. Cynics, even the ones who acknowledge that innovation is the lifeblood of all artistic mediums, and can recognize the many ways in which metal’s tropes have grown stale over the decades, are wary that these pop injections are a diluting, not renewing, force within a form of music that’s purportedly at odds with commercial orthodoxies.
For my part, I would charitably sum up most of the mentioned bands as "metal ashamed to be metal," though this would presume that any of them actually are ashamed of distilling metal into a 3D-printed plastic simulacrum. Maybe "pop ashamed to be pop" would be more accurate. I'm not against pop influence in heavy music; The Dillinger Escape Plan's "One of Us Is the Killer" is a great example of pop-mathcore with strong R&B influence, and one of the best memories I have is singing along to the chorus in a crowded venue, not to mention the many other examples of pop influences scattered throughout their discography. I am against the deification of mediocrity; the bizarre, rabid parasocial cults that have sprung up around some of these artists; and the transformation of a genre with a rich and varied history into little more than an algorithmic gimmick.
(Also I have nothing against Spiritbox based on the little I've heard. They at least seem to have riffs. I've been meaning to listen to them properly at some point.)
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By the time the story reaches Eternal, VEGA will have compiled a list of things Slayer (troll doomguy) has eaten that he probably shouldn’t have.
This list includes
Dirt
Rocks
Several bags of chips (including the bags themselves)
An entire bush from a conservatory on Mars
The month old pizzas from Olivia’s office
“Mystery Meat” from hell
Hellgrowth
Most of a gore nest
A herd of “sheep” from Argent D’Nur
A “Weird rat thing”
A Mancubus (Mancubus are the only demons inedible to Slayer)
One of VEGA’s drones
This list is incomplete
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Jess Watches // Thu 28 Mar // Day 183
Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll
Palm Royale (with B)
1x03 Maxine's Like a Dellacorte
When Maxine's auction antics land her in the Shiny Sheet, the ladies of Palm Beach become interested in knowing more about her.
I was giggling throughout. This ep finding the rhythm of tone and pace I had hoped it would. And the editing in the phone call between Maxine and her husband was very clever. Also, the wardrobe is to die for. Maybe literally for one person!
The Newsreader (with mum)
2x02 People Like You And Me
The country is rocked by a shock mass shooting in Melbourne. When Helen races to air with confronting footage of the aftermath, she is seen as exploiting the tragedy and public sentiment shifts against her.
I was rooting for Helen the entire episode until she spoke with Noelene. She was so dismissive and unhelpful. She should know we are stronger together and be kinder to her female coworkers. Especially ones as nice as Noelene.
Merlin
2x06 Beauty and the Beast Part 2
Uther, still bewitched by her, fails to see that Catarina is a troll.
Arthur fumbling his words when he thinks Merlin has been under his bed all night. What was he doing that Merlin shouldn't know about? The gentle way Merlin cradled Arthur's head after he passed out. Right infront of Gaius's salad. Arthur exiting quickly after Merlin goes in for a hug. It's okay to be vulnerable, Arthur. Let him hold you.
One Piece
1x03 Tell No Tales
Luffy, Zoro, and Nami meet Usopp in the Syrup Village a small, peaceful village. Usopp tells all sorts of lies about his adventures he has never been to his friend, Kaya, who has been sick in bed for over a year since she lost her parents.
The boy who cried "the pirates are coming" was right this time. Please someone other than a marine believe him. And if Kaya lived in the SW Universe she would be thriving with all that blue tea and soup. I hope she and Nami are able to remain friends after they save her. They do save her, right? Or is it too late. :(
#palm royale#the newsreader#merlin#one piece#polls#tumblr polls#jess watches#day 183#i did watch res alien too#but i did not like it#again 😬😭
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By: Wilfred Reilly
Published: Mar 19, 2023
Once more, for the people in the back.
It isn’t hard at all to define “wokeness.” I did it two years ago. The definition, widely shared online after an exchange with left-wing activist Nina Turner, became a meme.
This canard (“It can’t be done!”) is back in the public eye because one of the more likeable people on the political right, Bethany Mandel, just had a rare bad interview on The Rising, Briahna Joy Gray’s program. Apparently following some harsh off-camera comments about motherhood, Gray asked Mandel — a mother of six — to define the W-word. Mandel, after what were actually a few solid remarks about “hierarchies of oppression,” froze up for perhaps 20 seconds. This led to the usual internet feeding frenzy: Touré, to pick just one pundit at this level, argued that conservatives complaining about wokeness are doing nothing more than engaging in racist “dog-whistling.”
Quoth he: “The right has no real beef with ‘wokeness’ beyond a fear that it could make people change how they behave, and possibly overturn white male supremacy. [Using the word is] their new culture war tactic to stoke white fear.” Touché, Touré. In another tweet — one of something like 60 on this topic, by the by — he went on to argue that “woke” is a vague term meaning only “marginalized people saying we demand respect — anti-woke is white people saying no.” In response to all of this, even some mainstream right-wingers and centrists began edging away from the “contested” word, with my good buddy Angel Eduardo re-running a famous Quillette column titled “Don’t Use the W-Word,” and arguing that it has “lost all utility.”
All of this is frankly pretty silly. Many political terms (“fascism”) are as slippery as greased lobbyists, and this one is hardly the toughest to figure out. What is woke, then? The definition from the meme is actually rock-solid: a “woke” person, or “social-justice warrior,” is someone who believes that (1) the institutions of American society are currently and intentionally set up to oppress (minorities, women, the poor, fat people, etc.), (2) virtually all gaps in performance between large groups prove that this oppression exists, and (3) the solution to this is equity — which means proportional representation regardless of performance or qualifications.
Most other popular, coherent definitions are quite similar. To James Lindsay, a “woke” person is someone afflicted (infected?) with modern critical consciousness — which is itself the belief that society is set up to oppress you, and the only way out of the Matrix is critical theory. These summaries aren’t witty trolls from the center-Right, but instead reflect canonical statements from woke leftists themselves.
The claim that racism is “everyday,” “everywhere,” and that apparently neutral systems like standardized testing are actually structured primarily to benefit dominant groups, comes from Richard Delgado — one of the founders of critical race theory. The claim that virtually all group performance gaps indicate racist policy or subtle bias is the cornerstone argument of Ibram X. Kendi, probably the most famous “crit” alive today. Kendi has baldly stated, on several occasions, that the only two possible explanations for, say, an income or tested-IQ gap between major populations are actual inferiority on the part of one group or some form of bias — no matter how well-hidden and impossible to winkle out.
These authors and many others almost universally propose “equity” — in the sense I outline — as the solution to such gaps. Kendi himself favors a federal-level Department of Anti-racism, which would use government might to ensure proportional representation across every single field of American enterprise. Other prevalent, modern-day left-wing concepts such as “white privilege,” “systemic racism,” “intersectionality,” “environmental racism,” and even the Black Lives Matter take on the “disproportionate” policing of slum neighborhoods almost invariably spring from this tripartite trunk of assumptions.
It is worth pointing out that the core assumptions of what I sometimes call wokeism are wrong, and often stupid. To put this mildly, most important systems that exist in 2023 America — college admissions, prep-school admissions and lotteries, Fortune 500 hiring processes — are not designed to keep out qualified black people. Taking current mean-score differences on the exam as a guide, the affirmative-action edge for black and Latino scholars at any selective institution would logically be on the order of 150 SAT points. More broadly, most group gaps in performance have nothing to do with modern racism.
Simply put, large groups of people, which vary in terms of big important traits such as race and faith, also tend to vary in terms of literally dozens of cultural and situational and civilizational characteristics. Taking these into account generally eliminates the large first-order differences that are invariably attributed to prejudice by leftist partisans (and not infrequently attributed to genetics by the dissident Right). The much-vaunted black/white income gap, for example, nearly vanishes when we control for several basic traits such as age — the modal average age is 27 for blacks and 58 for Caucasians — test scores, and simply where people happen or choose to live (Mississippi or Manhattan?).
Much the same, incidentally, is true for men and women: PayScale recently pointed out that the gender wage gap falls to 1 percent (!) when adjustments are made for whether women are working at all, the jobs men and women freely choose, and the number of hours each employee spends daily at the ol’ desk. The same is true for gaps that disadvantage the white majority: In an empirical paper a few years back, the Brookings Institution hit upon my favorite statistical finding of all time — Asians destroy both whites and blacks on the standardized boards not because of genes or magic, but because they literally study twice as much. Who knew? Who dared to guess?
Woke ideology crumbles under scrutiny, which is why its adherents prefer it not even be defined (equity doesn’t work either — imagine it as the primary tool for selecting airline pilots). And, while we’re criticizing this stuff, the canard that labels like “woke” secretly refer to blacks or other people of color — giving conservatives a chance to “dog-whistle” — is empirically wrong. As I once noted for Commentary magazine, by far the wokest group of contemporary Americans is college-educated, upper-middle-class white women.
Even among Democrats, 55 percent of blacks and almost 50 percent of Hispanics, versus just 25 percent of whites, state that a person’s gender “is always determined by their sex at birth.” Fifty-eight percent of black Democrats and 52 percent of Hispanic Democrats favor charter schools, versus only 26 percent of their white peers. On the issue of free speech, “only” 79 percent of whites — here without Dems broken out — say they dislike political correctness, in contrast to 88 percent of Native Americans, 87 percent of all Hispanics, 82 percent of Asian Americans, and 75 percent of a small black sample. When most Americans think of annoyingly woke people, as many a Twitter follower told me the other day, they picture college gender-studies majors with multicolored hair, not black Marines.
“Woke” policies can be complex to discuss — and are almost invariably dangerous to implement — but they aren’t at all hard to define. We should keep calling them out, using the proper word.
[ Via: https://archive.vn/e275w ]
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The people who tell you that it just means "awake to injustice"/"demand respect" also want to tell you that it's a "racist dogwhistle."
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A few days ago, a Xian replied to one of my posts with a meme saying that atheists only wish god doesn't exist because they want to sin. That the only objection atheists have to the intrusion of Xian dogma into their lives is that they might have to stop "exalt[ing] one's ego."
Toure's post is the same kind of dishonest strawman/Motte & Bailey.
#Wilfred Reilly#definition of woke#woke#wokeness#wokeism#wokeness as religion#cult of woke#antiracism#antiracism as religion#equity#diversity equity and inclusion#critical race theory#critical consciousness#religion is a mental illness
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ok so this is my first time doing match up i kinda know who im gonna get but i wanted to try anyways (in my delulu era btw)
so im 21, entp, leo sun libra moon cancer rising, virgo mercury, cancer venus, sagittarius mars, 160 cm, i am afab and i am mostly comfortable with the gender i was assigned at birth but is this really important idk
lmy hobbies include talking and with talking i mean lots of talking(i was in the debate team in high-school), walking, biking, binge watching, cooking and baking, and of course listening music. i usually listen emotional songs or songs to go crazy no in between. for example i listen mitski at least an hour a day but i also listen the most energetic stuff out there like crayon pop bar bar bar. i really love languages and linguistics. i love dc comics, my favorite character is zatanna. i love playing videogames and especially if it is with my friends. zatanna is my favorite thing in the world btw but i can talk about batman and batfamily nonstop.
i usually get along with everyone but i am kinda paranoid believing that they don't actually like me. like they usually say that i am kind, friendly and cool but it doesn't convince me. i have a cat named robin bc i am the batman duh... i love her she is my rock. i study english language teaching. some say im manipulative but i honestly have no idea what im doing to manipulate them? i have a pretty dark sense of humor but it is not offensive at the slightest. i bully ppl i love but i also worship them again no in-between. i am respectful and helpful but if it is my family i am the opposite bc of the trauma lol.
and the things i dislike include harry potter(im the biggest hater ngl), iron man, scarlet witch, the music eva max is doing(but in the most respectful way), harry styles(not in a respectful way i despise this man), people who say superman is boring, selfishness, not putting an effort to understand other people's feelings, most men, people constantly criticizing me, myself, people who say astrology is stupid
what my potential partner can do to make me happy: they can draw zatanna for me im a simple person i love zatanna and everything they do that is slightly related to zatanna would automatically make me happy, cuddling sessions, trolling people on the internet together, them being patient with me, them liking my cooking/baking, having inside jokes together, them getting my sense of humour, them being my safe space, them being happy, them listening/reading/watching the list i made for them and linking it, them doing the same to me, them telling me their struggles and thinking that i understand them, them not getting mad at me
i match you with... beomgyu!
we all know, gyu may be quiet at first or when hes alone- but when hes around people hes the complete opposite! keeping that in mind, long conversations of god knows what are bound to happen. he'll listen to everything you have to say even if its a lot. he does value his quiet times with you though. beomgyu also listens to emotional music so expect a lot of listening to that with him. he probably also has a playlist dedicated to u lol
i think that even if beomgyu mayyy not be the best artist (ive never seen his art so idk if hes that good or not BUT STILL) he'll draw whatever as long as it makes u happy hehe. also, gyu is all for cuddling! cuddling while trolling people on the internet..?? hes all for it!!! he will literally at anything u baked/cooked, if u made it, he KNOWS it tastes good!
#hueningoo matchup event#delulu era is literally so true me too fr#beomgyu#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu fluff#tomorrow x together#txt x reader
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A/N: Hello and welcome to my first story for the summer prompts hosted by moi. The prompt is 'seashell' and I figured we need some wholesomeness from Juniper and Marwa, my favourite adopted family duo. Also I will put the song at the start of each chapter so you can listen to it.
Warnings: mention of past child death, but mainly lots of fluff.
"Wow!" The girl gasped loudly. She pulled Juniper by the hand, "hurry! Hurry!"
"I'm coming," Juniper grinned at the girl's enthusiasm as Marwa dragged her to the Reynisfjara beach. It contained black sediments covering the beach in darkness. The basalt stones and lava from the active volcanos have left their marks.
Neither Juniper nor Marwa had never seen a beach made of black sand rather than the typical grainy beiges and yellows, lifeless colours that Marwa grew up with for the majority of her life. It was a well-deserved break for the two of them. The toll of constantly being on the run from hit wizards and witches was wearing them down. The witch realised that despite being on the constant move, she could also show Marwa different parts of the world. Juniper heard about this beach but never had a chance to visit due to 'negotiating' with a troll from the mountain further North in Iceland on an assignment when she first started as a curse breaker. Despite it being summer, the sky was dull and cloudy, and it reminded her a lot of the weather in Scotland. Her home. It had been so long since she's last seen her mother and brother, though she feared to visit them in case she put them in further danger.
As Marwa ran ahead after carefully taking off her shoes and socks to let her feet soak in the cool, dry sand. Her dark hair floated in the wind. She smiled as she brushed off stray hairs of her own. Juniper's hair was currently black to look less inconspicuous to both muggles and hit wizards. A few muggles were dotted about.
Juniper set up a small picnic blanket with some snacks as she sat back and soaked in the scenery. The calmness and the minimal amount of people seemed almost too eerie, despite that she didn't let it show to Marwa. This was meant to be fun for her, and the last thing Juniper wanted was to ruin it for her. Marwa started to pick up some stones to throw into the water. Juniper had to smile; she remembered doing the same at Marwa's age. The rocks made a big plunk, curved straight to the ocean instead of skipping across. Hearing the loud groans of frustrations, Juniper got over to help out the young tween.
"Hey, Mar. Let me show you." She calmly took the rock out of her hands. "We need a flat stone like this."
Juniper found one, and Marwa scoured to find another like the flat stone. They managed to procure a couple to practise with.
"Okay, watch ma hand. You have tae make a flick motion like this," Juniper demonstrated before throwing a stone. The stone skimmed a couple of times before sinking into the sea. Marwa copied her; she managed to get two bounces before dropping. Her face looked disappointed by the results.
Juniper rubbed her back, "you did great, Mar!"
"It did not go as wide as yours did.” Marwa seemed more upset than reassured by Juniper’s compliment.
"You just need to practise, and soon you'll be a master at it," Juniper said, pulling her into a hug.
“I’ll never be good as you.”
“Yes, you will, Mar. You're clever, so I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.” She gave an extra squeeze of comfort to Marwa, “You want to know a secret? I wasn’t always good at skimming stones either.”
“Really? How did you get so good at jumping stones?”
Juniper didn’t look at her, instead, she stared at the hypnotising ocean. “Ma brother taught me how to skim stones.”
“Jacob?”
“Aye, I’m sure the next time we see him, he can teach you how to skim stones better than I can.”
“I like that.”
They stood near the water for a couple of minutes in silence. "I miss my brother. He would love to make the stones jump. Skim," Marwa corrected herself. Before finding Marwa in Egypt, she had a relatively normal upbringing; a mum, a dad, and a little brother who all cared for her before their unfortunate demise.
"I'm sure he would."
Marwa nodded and practised skimming the stones across. She improved over time, the flat stone skipping two or three times on average, reaching four. But it seemed she got bored after a while. Marwa kicked her shoes and rolled up her jeans before shrieking as her foot touched the cold water but slowly waded through till the water reached her knees. Juniper smiled from a distance.
"Don't go too far, Mar!" Juniper yelled, "and be careful where you step!"
"Okay!"
Marwa walked through. Even picking up a stick floating nearby, using it to poke about maybe sure every step she takes is safe.
"Come in, Juniper! The water is not so cold now!" The young teen beckoned to her guardian.
"Alright! Hold yer horses!" She yelled across. Juniper kicked her shoes off onto the blanket and ran barefoot down to the water. Her starry printed dress working against her in the wind.
"Oh, fuc-bloody hell! It is freezing!" She tried to stop herself from swearing. It was a bad habit of hers and a hard one to let go of.
"You can't say that Juniper! That's a bad word." Marwa splashed some salty water.
Juniper coughed at the saltiness of the ocean. "Oh, we're playing that game!" Juniper gave a powerful splashback. Marwa was dripping from head to toe now, but that stopped her from getting her revenge back on Juniper. Their splashing match lasted for a couple more minutes as their laughter echoed throughout the beach. Some muggles kids not far shared the same sentiment with their own shrieking and laughing. Both of them were completely soaked but the dry wind dried them up quickly as they reached the shore.
Marwa stood still as she intensely stared through the water near the shore.
"What is it Mar?" Juniper asked, concern filling her voice.
Marwa bent over to pick something up, "Look a it's a qashrat albahr."
Juniper saw relieved, cupped gently in Marwa’s hands a dainty scallop seashell. Juniper smiled, "Oh, a seashell? How pretty! We could turn this into a necklace."
Marwa held it up to take a closer look before she clutched it as if to pour all her memories of today into the seashell forever.
#summer break challenge 2022#day 1: seashells#juniper moss#marwa#hogwarts mystery oc#golden trio era oc#juniper is going through the experimental hair phase
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I went to go see Train last night with my girlfriend and other friends. Honestly, the last time I went to a concert was in 2013 (2014?) for Bruno Mars, who is a really great live performer. So, it was nice to finally watch another show, especially with company. Some highlights from the show:
1) Blues Traveler and Jewel were the opening acts. One, I didn’t know Blues Traveler was still performing. Two, Jewel is a country/rock and roll artist now, which was surprising.
2) Train ended the show with “Drops of Jupiter”, which made sense since that was their biggest hit. But, not gonna lie, I spent most of the show going, “When are they going to play Drops of Jupiter?”
3) Pat Monahan shouted, “How you doing San Francisco!” multiple times in the show. Sir...we’re in Mountain View.
4) I never thought I’d ever see Jewel, the yodeling folk musician, cover Led Zeppelin.
5) SPEAKING OF JEWEL! I don’t know if she was drunk or if she’s just wild as a person, but her set was a little unhinged. She trolled the security guard with her yodeling, she sang “Intuition” but changed the lyrics so that she could reference Amber Heard and Johnny Depp, and then she told the crowd that she was 48 and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. It was really entertaining lol.
6) Blues Traveler was my favorite guest performer. He absolutely killed it with the harmonica solos.
7) I was never a huge fan of Train, but they’re fun to watch live. You can tell the guys were having a blast on stage. I will say though, their setlist was kinda random at times (ex.: they random started playing the end of “Hey Jude” by the Beatles) and they showered confetti on the crowd multiple times. Also, people were throwing their phones on stage so that Pat can take a selfie for them. While that’s a nice gesture, I don’t think I’d just willingly throw my phone at Pat.
#posts about me#personal life#music#music concert#train#pat monahan#bruno mars#blues traveler#john popper#jewel#jewel kilcher#the beatles#drops of jupiter#led zeppelin#songs#music 2022#concert 2022#train band
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5 moments de la pop culture qui m'ont marquée en 2022.
La claque: Considéré comme la gifle qui a été entendue dans le monde entier, Will Smith giflant Chris Rock lors de la cérémonie des Oscars de 2022 est un événement que personne n'avait vu venir. La gravité de l'incident a été immédiate, les utilisateurs des réseaux sociaux s'emparent de l'événement et créent de nombreux memes. Bien que l'agression physique soit quelque chose dont il ne faut pas en rire, il est indéniable que cet événement choquant s'est imposé comme l'un des événements les plus mémorables de l'année. Inconcevable, mais vrai : Will Smith a giflé l’animateur des Oscars Chris Rock devant un public mondial en mars 2022. « The Slap » était un événement culturel pop si massif qu’il a inspiré un déluge de pièces de réflexion et un traitement en plusieurs étapes – du choc que le saint Smith (qui a remporté le meilleur acteur peu de temps après) allait craquer, au déni (était-il mis en scène?), à beaucoup d’indignation (y compris de Judd Apatow, qui a réagi de façon excessive sur Twitter, pontifiant que Smith « aurait pu tuer » Rock). Smith a ensuite lancé une tournée d’excuses pour s’être emporté contre Rock à cause de sa blague sur la calvitie de Jada Pinkett Smith (Rock a dit qu’il ne savait pas qu’elle avait de l’alopécie). Il y a eu une première déclaration, puis un confessionnal sur YouTube en juillet, et encore une autre référence ces dernières semaines, dans The Daily Show With Trevor Noah : « En fin de compte, je l’ai perdu, vous savez », a dit Smith. « Je suppose… on ne sait jamais ce que vit quelqu’un. »
Pete Davidson et LA Kardashian? : Pour le meilleur ou pour le pire, Kim Kardashian et Pete Davidson étaient sans doute le couple de 2022. Rebondissant de Kanye West (qui a décidément fourni certains des pires moments culturels pop de 2022), Kardashian a trouvé l’amour avec l’éternel It Boyfriend. Ils étaient improbables : Kardashian, la Marilyn Monroe moderne, tomber pour Davidson, avec son Saturday Night live medium ugly style? Mais ils sont allés très très fort dans les réseaux sociaux, et pas seulement. Pete s’engage avec des tatouages de plus en plus absurdes comme:«Ma femme est avocate » et une marque « Kim ». L’Histoire s’est intensifiée lorsque des messages ont fuité montrant Davidson West dans la défense de Kardashian, bien que « Je suis au lit avec votre femme » était à peine désescalade.En septembre, Kardashian et Davidson ont fait une apparition très innatendue et immédiatement controversée au grand Met Gala , où Kardashian a mis au jour la robe iconique et recouverte de cristaux que Monroe portait pour chanter « Joyeux anniversaire » au président John F. Kennedy en 1962. Un débat enflammé s’ensuivit au sujet du droit de porter des vêtements d’archives et l’aveu de Kardashian qu’elle adhérait à un régime strict pour entrer dans la robe. Mais oh non! surprenant! Le couple n’a pas tenu l’année, se séparant en août.
Johnny Depp vs Amber Heard: TikTok était le nouveau CourtTV en termes de suivi du procès dans lequel Johnny Depp accusait sa ex femme Amber Heard de diffamation contre lui dans un 2018 Washington Post éditorial avec un arti le en l’accusant de violen eces conjugales. Le procès en Virginie a été un cirque et un « cloaque », comme l’a écrit Raven Smith de Vogue, qui a déclenché une vague de misogynie en ligne de la part des fans de Depp. Le verdict de culpabilité prononcé en juin était partagé, ordonnant à Heard de payer à Depp 15 millions de dollars en dommages et intérêts, tout en accordant à Heard 2 millions de dollars. La décision tendait vers Depp, mais il n’y avait vraiment pas de gagnants.
Twitter et Elon Musk: RIP Twitter, la plateforme sociale basée sur les mots aimée par les écrivains (mais aussi D*nald Tr*mp). crée 2006, Twitter a été apparemment vidé de sa substance en 2022, lorsque le méga troll Elon Musk l’a acheté pour 44 milliards de dollars en avril, enhardissant et saluant les tweeters toxiques comme Trump et Kanye West sous le nom déformé de « liberté d’expression ». Au cours des mois qui ont suivi, Musk s’est lancé dans une « frénésie de congédiement », notamment en épuisant le service juridique de l’entreprise et en démantelant un comité consultatif sur les questions de sécurité. Twitter avait 16 ans et on se souviendra des bons moments et du harcèlement gratuit.
Bella Hadid et la robe Coperni: 2022 était l’année où Bella Hadid a gagné sa place dans le temple de la renommée des mannequins. Elle a marché 19 défilés à la Paris fashion week, a été nommée mannequin de l’année aux British Fashion Awards et sa capacité à augmenter les profits d’une marque de mode (elle a ajouté 90 % à la valeur monétaire prévue pour Jil Sander en marchant pour le défilé) surnommée « l’effet Bella » par la plateforme de marketing d’influence Lefty. Cependant, il y eut un moment qui lui valut vraiment sa place parmi les grands. Oui, je parle de quand Bella, pratiquement nue, s’est baladée au milieu de la passerelle de Coperni pour se faire repeindre de fibres liquides. Le plus surprenant ? Elle est partie avec une superbe robe blanche à une épaule qui était assez conséquente pour être lavée. Selon la WWD (Women’s Wear Daily) , dans les 48 heures qui ont suivi l’émission, l’impact médiatique et je dirais même culturel de l’événement a été évalué à 26,3 millions de dollars, dont 20,9 millions de dollars attribués aux médias sociaux. Pour moi, Bella Hadid est en train de devenir LA mannequin de notre décennie.
Voilà 5 grands moments qui ont marqué les réseaux sociaux et le monde de la pop culture en 2022, en attendant que plus de choses aussi ridiculement frappantes arrivent en 2023. (inspiré de plusieurs articles de Vogue, Elle et autres médias)
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4/8/2024
Totality (Eclipsed)
Morning Songs
Whose Your Best Friend
In The Solar Eclipse
Where You Gonna
Plant Your Bottom
Found Buddha Rock
At Hidden Valley
Got My Disability
Passes
PHD For Joshua Tree
National Park
Retraced
Hemingway Path
I Understand Him
Well
The Savoy Shuffle
Of Many Great
Men
Who Am I To Judge
Surya
She
Sits In A Pool Of
Golden Light
Know That Mitra
Ruby Rays
Are Always There
Shadows
Come And Go
Rahu 'Mayisms'
Quite Beautiful
Nice Of The Sun
To Give Goddess
Her Three Minutes
Of Glory
Irany On The Rise
Rockets
Releases Starlink
Baby Starlinks Floating
Everywhere
In The Sky
Watching Me
What'd You Pay
To Troll My Dear
Release It To Me
And We Can
Make A 24
Hour Deal
But I Need My
Kids
Need 'Em Wild
Need Elon Musk
Free
With All His Little
Muskies
Some Have One
Some Have A Litter
But Don't Want
Jma Space X
Manager
Herding My Baes
Principal Peter Orange
Tried To Sell Us
On The Black
Market
At Ten Years
Old
With Judge Benny
Waggoner
Huntley Boppa's
Light Protected
Us Then
Beyonce Stepped
Up Now
Wants To Be
Our Body Guard
Put Down Your Lexus
Mamma Beyonce
Asks
Crowdsourcing Lyrics
Almost Like
Grok
Put Down Your Lexus
I Told All The
Corporate Managers
At Toyota
Put Down Your
Lexus
We Know It's Not
Serving Us
So Put Down
Your Lexus
Where Are Cyber
Trucks
Hidden Valley
Ready For
Ads
North Side
Parking
Protected
In The Rocks
Hidden Valley
Good Enough
For Hemmingways'
Surely X
Needs A Little
Buddha Rock Time
To Climb A Crack
Want To Be Like
Disney
Then Come
To Joshua Tree
Want To Be Like
Boppa
And Climb The
Rocks With Me
If You Were A Child
Who Believed In
Eloning
You Might Stick
Out Our Thumb
To Hitchhike
To Mars
No Internet
To Speak Of
You Might Stick
Out Your Thumb
When #Rockets
Flies By
No Internet
To Speak Of
You Might Stick
Out Your Thumb
If A Cyberplane
Should Fly By
Will Elon Dive
Down And Swoop
Us Up
You Might Stick Out
Your Thumb
If Tesla Comes
Hoverin'
On The Trail
Switchbacks Down
A Mountain
You Might Stick
Out Your Thumb
And Hitchhike
With Me
To Mars
If You're Lucky
'Cuz Of Course
I Love You
Anyways
But We Need You
And All Our
Children Safe
From The Vampires
In Our Homes
Astronauts Laws
Where You Gonna
Plant Your Bottom
In The Solar Eclipse
You Gonna Laugh
Like Lucky Buddha
With Me
At Joshua Tree
And Pray
For A Better
Universe
With
Our Kids
Peace,
Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal
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Saturday, March 16, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?
55th NAACP IMAGE AWARDS (CBS Feed)
CRITTER FIXERS: COUNTRY VETS (Premiering on March 21 on Nat Geo Canada at 9:00pm)
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
AMAZON PRIME CANADA
TROLLS BAND TOGETHER
NETFLIX CANADA
BLACK ADAM
NHL HOCKEY
(SN1) 12:30pm: Sabres vs. Red Wings
(TSN5) 12:30pm: Sens vs. Islanders
(SN1) 3:00pm: Rangers vs. Penguins
(CBC/CityTV) 7:00pm: Habs vs. Flames
(SN) 7:00pm: Hurricanes vs. Leafs
(CBC/SN) 10:00pm: Avalanche vs. Oilers
(SN1/SNPacific) 10:00pm: Capitals vs. Canucks
MLB SPRING TRAINING
(SN) 1:00pm: Jays vs. Yankees
(SN Now) 4:00pm: Blue Jays Prospects vs. Yankees Prospects
CURLING
(TSN) 1:00pm: BKT Tires World Women's Curling Championship: Sweden vs. Canada
(TSN) 6:00pm: BKT Tires World Women's Curling Championship: Denmark vs. Canada
PWHL HOCKEY (SN1) 6:00pm: Ottawa vs. Boston
NBA BASKETBALL
(SN Now) 7:00pm: Nets vs. Pacers
(TSN3) 8:30pm: Warriors vs. Lakers
NLL LACROSSE
(TSN5) 7:00pm: Rock vs. Bandits
(TSN/TSN5) 9:30pm: Riptide vs. Rush
W5 (CTV) 7:00pm: Narco Jungle: The Darien Gap: "W5's" Avery Haines crossed the planet's most dangerous 100 km with thousands of migrants destined for the US and Canada.
MLS SOCCER (TSN4) 7:30pm: NYCFC vs. Toronto FC
A ZEST FOR DEATH: A HANNAH SWENSEN MYSTERY (CTV) 8:00pm: Hannah Swensen is determined to get to the bottom of the mystery after her mother finds the dead body of a homeowner, and frequent patron of The Cookie Jar, while house-hunting for her sister Michelle.
THE WEDDING RULE (W Network) 8:00pm: Former childhood friends are bequeathed a restaurant where they met as teens but on one condition: they each must be married to claim the inheritance. Both single, the race is on to find the "one" but they learn the answer is right in front of them.
TRAPPED IN THE FARMHOUSE (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: On the run from her abusive boyfriend, a woman takes shelter in an isolated farmhouse, unaware that something far worse is waiting for her inside.rican Queens: Lion and hyena queens compete for power in a vast crater stadium.
THE DATE WHISPERER (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: Date whispering is the hottest new trend in dating - a personal love coach right in your ear as you date your ideal match. And of all the date whisperers in LA, Sam is one of the best.
FANTASTIC BEASTS: THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE (Crave) 9:00pm: Professor Albus Dumbledore knows the powerful, dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald is moving to seize control of the wizarding world. Unable to stop him alone, he entrusts magizoologist Newt Scamander to lead an intrepid team of wizards and witches.
TWO SINNERS AND A MULE (Starz Canada) 9:00pm: Two ladies of pleasure, kicked out of town, find a an injured bounty hunter. After they nurse him back to health, the ladies decide he needs their help to track down, Gila Grimes, a ruthless, murdering bandit.
TRUE THINGS (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: In a sleepy seaside town, benefit claims worker Kate is seduced after a chance grin from an ex-con with dyed blonde hair. Despite pressure from her friends and family to find some stability, she dives headfirst into romance.
HUMANIST VAMPIRE SEEKING CONSENTING SUICIDAL PERSON (Crave) 11:30pm: Young vampire Sasha has a serious problem: she can't kill. Her parents cut off her blood supply, putting her life in jeopardy. Sasha meets Paul, a lonely teen with suicidal tendencies, and they begin a nocturnal quest to fulfill Paul's last wishes.
LIFE (CTV) 12:35am: Terror strikes when astronauts (Jake Gyllenhaal, Rebecca Ferguson, Ryan Reynolds) aboard the International Space Station discover a rapidly evolving life-form from Mars that threatens Earth.
#cdntv#canadian tv#cancon#canadian tv listings#W5#nhl hockey#mlb baseball#curling#pwhl hockey#nba basketball#nll lacrosse#mls soccer
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Deep purple outcast Earthling...
Finds living social brutal, an impossible mission among an alien nation of nasty trumpeting sore losers, who don their heads periwigged with orange coiffure emulating, looking, and ululating trolls bemoaning the existence of hashtagged second class citizens such as yours truly, a genetic anomaly whose misconstrued physique (mine), an innocent married sexagenarian, whose predilection towards stranger things (that go bump in the night) experienced being character assassinated, electronically besmirched, and forever crucified for claiming to be divine creator reincarnate attested by scars evincing severe puncture wounds (courtesy sharp stake) to palms of each hand, where river of blood coagulated upon emaciated body electric, yet never totally extinguishing unbridled spirit.
Abandonment at birth courtesy young unwed mother of mine found her set beet red, gangly and scraggly newborn within basket - case there might happen by the boulevard of broken dreams, an altruistic, deterministic, humanistic, maternalistic, spiritualistic, and zootheistic good samaritan (and a nice Jewish man to boot - ha), which wayfaring stranger from a stranger land or maybe even an extraterrestrial channeler from amidst dark shadows hoovering within outer limits of the twilight zone, whereby said nebulous Gaia the Greek goddess of Earth, mother of all life, similar to the Roman Terra Mater (mother Earth) reclining with a cornucopia, or the Andean Pachamama, the Hindu, Prithvi, “the Vast One,” or the Hopi Kokyangwuti, Spider Grandmother, who with Sun god Tawa created Earth and its creatures.
Fast forward sixty five years to the present where wedded bliss eludes a wordsmith envisioning being whisked away (with a half sashay, and a do-si-do) at light speed to accompany other worldly species as interstellar travel fine companion to hopskotch across the universe despite obvious and immediate language barrier, and essential species difference gnome matter said cosmic dust rendered myself and other entity divergent organisms prone to eye each other with at least one characteristic aberration, barbarization, elucidation, fascination, intercommunication, jubilation, melodramatization, nonconfrontation, et cetera.
Upon surrendering this self hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing, I noticed nothing amiss (which temporary state of transcendent bliss twice daily meditation strives to attain), ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced apprise ye with a very brief hiss tour re:, how this generally outlandish (long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss hippy, cheeky and buddy UFO's (with chess a bot of errant knightly - je ne sais quois finesse, Oh Henri Matisse - yea artfully add a touch of Swiss obviously predominantly French laced politesse), though up pawn occasion this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation even though born on Mars, (a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun what seems like forever damnation yours truly experienced abolition against supposed invaders from outer space, and essentially targeted, kindled, and bullied on par like an abomination, no surprise while attempting to escape being walled din, and trumped "illegal" accusation crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection, your honor (forgot to mention earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation from outer space by a kid prized as some sophisticated surveillance drone), within a sketchy section of town, and must avoid acquisition by mad scientists (employed by NASA), who will undoubtedly take immediate action and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation must be established pronto against administration, sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation (mine defense of last resort) will definitely signal to nemesis furthering my aggravation, and Putin this webbed, whirled, and wired woebegone wysiwyg at risk.
I ably, eagerly, readily, and willingly roll out the Scottish Tartan mat in an honest to dog effort to be removed (ofttimes experiencing chilblains as persona non grata) as soon as possible off a planet chock a block teeming with billions of anglocentric, eccentric, egocentric, humancentric, phallogocentric, et cetera bumping uglies during three hundred and sixty five days (one additional twenty four hour period occurring every leap year), self absorbed in satisfying basic instinct to procreate despite overpopulation imposing immense stress upon oblate spheroid analogous to spinning wheel (threading thru Milky Way galaxy) across variable cosmic tapestry in the sky that keeps on turnin.'
How curious to embark on long day's journey into night where experiencing inescapable gentle tug of black hole's gravitational pull extends indefinitely, but its strength diminishes with distance subsequently the gravitational force from a black hole can be felt from any distance, but it becomes weaker the farther you are from the black hole, therefore no specific "cut-off" distance for its gravitational influence, but it becomes negligible at large distances, just like any other massive object in space.
Beginner's luck found yours truly (me) honored and privileged to become linkedin with space travel endeavor, which global enterprise incorporated representative ace cadets inured to the rigorous regimen of zero gravity.
An exceptional solo flight to Mars on a lark, (a summer vacation experienced many years before as an audacious, capricious, and precocious adolescent and native Martian to boot), who stealthily boarded the sleek and sophisticated state of the art missile, (which stood ready to be launched at a moment's notice) did notch prospects and counted as figurative feather in my cap considerably increasing prospect to voyage into the realm when the space/time continuum burst with a big chitty chitty bang bang, when entering the spatial sweepstakes for a one way ticket to witness the beginning formation of galaxies.
Even though an aerospace engineer with an assignment in top secret government project to sendd an unmanned rocket to the red planet, (the intention to scramble aboard the massive satellite required careful planning over the course of many months), I lacked particular knowledge about entering hatchways, which would allow, enable, and provide easy access to enter the control center.
Company policy frowns on interaction between one department and another issued special badges (even with the most restrictive clearance) to minimize espionage and sabotage, and/or the selling of vital information to a competitor particularly Russia, many other countries that comprise the Soviet Bloc, and even China.
In an effort to obtain vital information for redacted reports mentioning (or even alluding) to general data points about said undertaking, I won over any skepticism on behalf of chief executive officers (and their ilk) with a sincere concern the normal wear and tear of the components at structural junctures subject to excessive metal fatigue.
With the aid of latest computer hardware and software, the graphical user images on the screen showed every square inch of each module, which electronic schematics could be rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in at least (but not limited to) three dimensional arrangement.
Upon request, a permit became available for me to scrutinize the actual entire multistage proud product at various stages of completion utilizing digital camera, hand held tablet, and latest implements of the trade notating courtesy diagram and description any questionable site that cast a dark shadow of doubt for a successful thrust of mother ship into deep space nine.
Lest any tell tale signs signs of an independent research enterprise betrayed my true where-abouts and/or ulterior motives, an undisclosed pricey retreat someplace in the tropics constituted the solee extent for my explanation at a long term leave of absence, which got corroborated courtesy revamped computer program responsible for monitoring surveillance in the far fetched event some intelligent living social alien life source ransacked premises.
As the day of lift off approached, an stepped up increase in preparations for my lengthy surreptitious stay in space took place. Tucked away in frequently overlooked nooks and crannies behind innocuous panels stood cannistors of food, me books and telecommunications devices, aa high powered microscope and writing material as back up medium.
All those months blankly staring at least one, (but ofttimes many more) monitor screens, thumbing thru technical reports, and quite a few unobserved practice dry runs (to familiarize and adequately prepare me with the real test) witnessed perfect blast off without a hitch into the infinite azure sky, more so the color of an inky abyss as millions of miles jettisoned yours truly permanently away from nearly totally traumatized Earth.
Even with the aid of a seatbelt and shoulder strap, the powerful shocked thrust from the forced propulsion heavily bore down against my forehead and created the sensation of being flattened by a steamroller, but once outside the powerful force of the planetary pull, I experienced a lightness of being. Arms and legs floated up as if I owned no control (to major Tom) over them.
From recent maneuvers in a simulated environment of weightlessness at the Astronaut Training Center (ATC for short), a place about halfway to the moon available to all employees who thought to relocate to of of a dirty dozen deeded deployment destinations strategically strewn across a trafficked trajectory.
Although usually considered unwise to bounce around in a free form fashion within a traditional sized room without a strong rope tied around the waist and affixed to a secure anchoring post, or donning suction shoes, the cubicle housing makeshift main headquarters the exception to aforementioned rule, which cramped area not specifically designed to carry a passenger (unless excursionist qualified as an authentic midget) offered slight breathing space to average sized person excellent at being a contortionist.
Anything I wanted could be obtained within arms length. Most of the intervening hours whiled away found yours truly (me) adopting meditative pose, whereby a certain serenity pervaded throughout my entire trek into the outer limits of the twilight zone lulled into mental, physical, and spiritual quiescence courtesy absolute zero sound, nary a whine of engine disrupted hypnotic trancelike state.
Within the immediate moments after blastoff, the third rock from the sun (home to multitudinous species of life that proliferated despite impact of Homo sapiens upon all animals and plants exhibiting wanton exploitation of fauna and flora to buzzfeed the capital one promulgation of industrialization) instantaneously receded into a pinprick of light before blinking out altogether, which inky blackness suddenly pronounced, accentuated, underlining austere beauty of the cosmos.
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