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nebquerna · 4 months
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nextstopwonderland · 2 years
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1996 vs 2002: When did Taika and Rhys actually meet, or Rhys Darby doesn’t know math
Rhys has ping ponged around the length of time he’s known Taika so much that it’s spilled over into others doing the same. First, there’s time time that Rhys just goes vague:
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15-plus years. Handwavy, not necessarily inaccurate but also? Not fully accurate either.
David J kind of ran with this and then started saying 16 years.
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Again, wrong. Don’t listen to Rhys, David. He cannot count.
More often than not Rhys says it was Edinburgh Fringe from 2002 except two separate times he says it took place in 2003. Rhys Darby does not know the concept of time.
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During this particular recount, the interviewer actually added a note in correcting him:
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It’s also interesting to note in the first 2003 but actually 2002 snippet Rhys saying they were “just out of university”. They wouldn’t have been, in 2002. He was 28 by then, and Taika was 26.
Here’s the interview of Rhys knowing it was 2002 (congrats on finally mathing, Rhys!) and giving us a 20 year timeline.
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The only photos that exist of them at Fringe: Taika, on his birthday, standing on a chair, and someone grabbing Rhys’s ass. They take place in the same room.
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The text here of the above article is also interesting, though, as it mentions them meeting at a “small comedy festival in New Zealand.” Fringe is in Scotland and rather well known. I initially wrote this off (even in my first compilation post) as an error on the part interviewer and accepted this 20 year timeline.
…Enter Taika Waititi.
During a podcast audio with Taika and Rhys for OFMD, the interviewer asks if they attribute their onscreen chemistry to the “16-ish years they’ve known one another” (again, probably getting his number from either Rhys or David’s statements). Rhys runs with this question and answers it in about 40 seconds, at which point Taika jumps in to finish the answer and then, even though it’s been like a minute since the asking of the initial question, feels the need to say “Also, by the way, we’ve actually known each other for more like 26 years.”
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Interviewer: “26??!! I was WAY off.”
(It’s okay, bro, you were as off as Rhys Darby and he’s one half of the friendship in question.)
All of a sudden, everything begins to make more sense. Why there was mention of a ‘small NZ festival’ meeting, why Rhys placed them closer to being out of Uni, why he keeps flip flopping the year span from 15 to 20.
A 1996 timeline would track. Taika had already met Jemaine and Bret and was doing gigs as So You’re a Man (Rhys only references Humorbeasts which would come later). Rhys was 2 years out of the military and doing small gigs as Rhysently Granted with Grant Lobban. They would’ve run into each other.
For fun, here’s what they looked like in 1996 when they met, according to Taika:
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According to Rhys, this would be 2002:
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And that’s the tale of two timelines. My money? Is on Taika’s.
ETA: the verbal video confirmation 😍😍
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twigg27 · 5 days
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i would usually feel excited about my birthday, but yesterday my emotions were a mess. i would be lying to myself if i say i'm not scared of growing up, i still have the mental maturity of a teenager, or so my parents told me. which i agree :'D
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pollyna · 2 years
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Our love is six feet under and I can't help but wonder.
Penny is gorgeous and her perfume fills his nose most of the time when she is around. He likes that of her, too. He likes that she asks him out, after the fourth time they sleep together after the mission. They're eating breakfast and Amelia is complaining about school and Bradley is texting because he forgot his keys and now he can't get back home and he's a little sweaty so can I come over dad? Please, if I go out like this Nat will kill me, we have a brunch with Halo!
Penny passes him coffee and we should go out on a date and Pete smiles at her and kiss her cheek before leaving for work. Let's go to see a movie, maybe tonight? he proposes and Just if you can find a babysitter for Amelia! The kid screams the most indignant Mom!, but the rest of the conversation is lost in the rumble of his bike.
It takes a while, but than the realisation hits him in the chest, six months after they start going out. They're waiting for their order in a restaurant he doesn't remember the name but Penny loves and she is talking about Amelia, the bar, her boat and the trip they should take once Pete has leave. Than she says something funny about Pete learning to drive a boat and hoping he's going to treat it gentler than he does with jets and a younger version of Tom is sitting in front of him. It's a diner, not a fancy restaurant, and the place doesn't even have tablecloths, just napkins and menus. Tom is talking about Bradley, about his new work and the jet they're building. Pete is thirty five and he just proposed to see a movie after. And he's going to ask Ice to move for the weekend to help with Bradley and he will say yes, soft smiles and an hand on his shoulder. Mav is going to lie on the his bed, that night and every night after that, his heart lighter than it was before.
Then it never stops: he takes Penny out to do something and he realises he asked Tom to do that before and they weren't even dating. Pete never even considered dating Tom. Until he does and it's devastating because he can't stop thinking about it. He is in the office, in his house, at Penny's and at Bradley's and Tom is there and he's there too, younger, stupider, happier and they're together, hands almost touching and heads always searching the other. His heart aches for all the empty spaces Ice used to fill, with his laugh, his voice, his presence. Over a beer he realises he never took away Tom's dogtags from around his neck and before falling asleep, after a dinner with all the squadron, he realises that he was blind for so so long and now Tom is gone and he has all this love to give to him and he can't. He doesn't say it out loud the next morning but on a Saturday afternoon he falls on his knees in front of Tom's tombstone and whispers I love you and it's a choked sound, a desperate empty scream that won't leave his throat because they're empty world and no ears will catch them. I love you, he repeats, I loved you for so long and I will love you until I stop breathing. I'm sorry To-I'm so fucking sorry.
He stumbles over Tom's house and in his bedroom and probably Sarah helped him there but all around him is fuzzy and he wants just ti wake up back in the ninetees and hug Tom once more, wants to hear his voice and his heart beating under his ear. He wants him to be alive because life can't be that cruel, not again. He dreams of strong arms around his waist and sleepy talks before breakfast and of a promise no one of them respected.
I will always be on your wing, Mav. Until death does us apart and even after, Iceman.
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laymedowntorest · 7 months
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Not me drawing rapidly and quickly trying to distract myself from the stress of all this moving shit then getting upset my wips aren't looking nice so I just stress myself out more
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tothechaos · 10 months
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glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts
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so-many-ocs · 5 months
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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
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jonnywaistcoat · 3 months
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I low-key love the fact that sci-fi has so conditioned us to expect to be hanging out with a bunch of cool space aliens, that legitimate, actual scientists keep proposing the most bizarre, three-blunts-into-the-rotation "theories" to explain the fact we're not.
Some of my favourites include:
Zoo Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they're not talking to us because of the Prime Directive from Star Trek? (Or because they're doing experiments on us???)
Dark Forest Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they all hate us and each other so they're all just waiting with a shotgun pointed at the door, ready to open fire on anything that moves?
Planetarium Theory: What if there's at least one alien with mastery over light and matter that's just making it seem to us that the universe is empty to us as, like, a joke?
Berserker Theory: What if there were loads of aliens, but one of them made infinite killer robots that murdered everyone and are coming for us next?!!
Like, the universe is at least 13,700,000,000 years old and 46,000,000,000 light years big. We have had the ability to transmit and receive signals for, what, 100 years, and our signals have so far travelled 200 light years?
The fact is biological life almost certainly has, does, or will develop elsewhere in the universe, and it's not impossible that a tiny amount of it has, does, or will develop in a way that we would understand as "intelligent". But, like, we're realistically never going to know because of the scale of the things involved.
So I'm proposing my own hypothesis. I call it the "Fool in a Field" hypothesis. It goes like this:
Humanity is a guy standing in the middle of a field at midnight. It's pitch black, he can't move, and he's been standing there for ages. He's just had the thought to swing his arms. He swings one of his arms, once, and does not hit another person. "Oh no!" He says. "Robots have killed them all!"
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liquidstar · 6 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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rox-and-prose · 8 months
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i love the french, i love the way they pronounce Rs like they're disgusted with them
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ozziyo · 8 months
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Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
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seveneyesoup · 2 months
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pollyna · 1 year
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Callie doesn't hate men, hating them takes too much effort and it doesn't make any sense for her. She wouldn't have enlisted in the Navy otherwise. What she hates, and now she really does hate it, is older patronising men who always try to tell her what to do and what to not hope for. Like all the worthless men her mother dated after her dad died until she settled down with one that decided that changing her surname from Shen to Bassett would have helped.
(She was thirteen and crying over a piece of paper with her photo, her name and a surname she hated just as much as the man who changed it.)
That's why when Admiral Kazansky sits next to her, during a boring presentation about something she forgot about three minutes into the first speech, and offers her a part of her dessert, my partner always makes more because they know I have a sweet tooth, she takes the offer and gets back to listening to the man on the stage.
The man sits on her side for the whole presentation, putting away what he still hasn't eaten of the dessert in a lunch box that seems century old before starting to take notes on an ipad that as a kid and a man as wallpaper.
It's just at the end of the presentation that the man talks to her again: "I would like to offer you a job. Two weeks trial, if you like it you take it but if you hate working with me you can go back at your current position whenever you want". he says, offering her a piece of paper with his signature and her orders.
"Hope to see you on Monday, Bas-"
"It's Shen, Admiral. Not Bassett."
He hums a strange light in his eyes: "Very well, Lieutenant Shen." he smiles again before starting to walk over to another Admiral.
That piece of paper could change everything or nothing, she'll just have to wait and see if the Iceman is true to his callsign.
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sunshowermess · 3 months
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LOOK AT THIS! His mouth is stitched shut with magic! I am like 90% sure he literally Cannot talk about his deal or disappearance even if he wanted to!
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obsob · 3 months
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i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy
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