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regallibellbright · 1 year

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Kyrsten Sinema is that you hiding behind this blog? What are you going to do down in congress?

… So is this a spam anon, or have I finally gotten my first DIRECTED weird anon instead of just pornbots and stuff?

Genuine question, I need to know whether or not I should get this printed and framed.

Either way, while I have few marketable skills I can at least say I have never been elected to anything. My greatest achievement in life was writing a thesis on the Muppets and the uncanny valley years ago.

My favorite Muppet is Wilkins, who will comedically murder you if you don’t like whatever specific brand of food he is being paid to advertise for today, and also you are his commercial partner, Wontkins, who must suffer for the crime of being designated the no-man in these 30-second coffee and later bread, strawberry, and several other varieties of food commercials. He advertised many different regional chains of coffee, so Wontkins was never safe. Personally, I think Wilkins just wanted an excuse to hurt his hated, fated nemesis in increasingly elaborate and invariably lethal ways. I think Muppets haven’t had nearly enough chances to be openly murderous in recent years.

#decided to edit that last sentence out because clearly this peaks at where I’m ending it now #if you miss it ask me about the Platonic Ideals of Muppet Comedic Law #I CAN elaborate if asked and that IS a threat #I’m pretty sure I didn’t even get one of these on the old blog #like I’m assuming it’s a spammer or something #and in this case I question your goals here?#like are you genuinely one of Sinema’s constituents trying to find her as best you know how? in which case godspeed little anon #I’m going to choose to believe that it’s much funnier and more charitable than any other motive I can come up with #I will not follow your links good anon; I will not identify myself further.#clearly I need to adjust my filters further; I knew that already but kept forgetting #but also clearly I haven’t gone NEARLY off the rails enough of late #if I could be mistaken for remotely Hinged enough to get elected to ANYTHING.#well that’s fixable at least.#The Muppets #wilkins coffee #oh hey that’s a tag without my prompting!#wilkins and wontkins

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sinemaveriteofficial · 4 days

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My Life Story

I was born to a middle-class family in NYC in 1899, the second of four children. I had a quite normal upbringing; my parents were very kind and understanding, and I was close with my siblings despite our occasional quarrels.

I've always had some concept that I seemed to experience the world differently than my peers. My interests and preferred conversation topics were considered too advanced or boring to relate to classmates and neighbors. I did endure a bit of bullying in elementary school, but Lewis put a stop to that very quickly.

I did reasonably well in school, graduating high school in 1918. During my senior year, I told my parents about my discomfort living as a female, and desire to create a more authentic life for myself. My parents were wonderfully supportive of my wishes, and helped me as much as was possible.

In spring of 1919 I finally had everything prepared to move. Once I left, taking my new documentation we had created, my parents held a funeral for their eldest daughter. They buried an empty coffin in a grave with my birth name.

I wrote a lovely eulogy under my new identity, with the pretext that I was a man that the deceased had been courting, and my parents saw me as a son because of this, giving an understandable reason for us to maintain a close relationship rather than severing ties.

Knowing I wanted to pursue a career as an actor, I moved to New Orleans, Louisiana. The film industry was smaller there than in New York, but still a very viable opportunity for a young actor. The environment was perfect for me; lively, and populated enough that I could blend in with the crowd. I was able to rent an apartment on my own, finally fully independent.

However, with so many people packed so densely, there were always those who were looking to take advantage of the unaware. They lurked in every shadow, waiting for someone they deemed an easy target. Everyone knew they were there, and everyone sober enough to remember knew to avoid them. But eventually, in 1924, one bastard made the last mistake of his life.

I had spent the evening on the town, drinking and dancing with a couple of friends. Our darling Lily was quite the lightweight. She loved partying, but the girl couldn't hold her liquor no matter how much she tried. We had left her alone for a moment; I had gone to get another round of drinks while the others danced, leaving sweet Lily, too drunk to dance, to hold our table.

That was the last time I saw that gentle girl. When I returned to the table she was no longer there. I asked one of our companions to check the washroom while I stepped out to see if she had gone for fresh air, only to see her leaving in a taxi. I never saw anyone with her, so I assumed she was calling it an early evening and going home safely.

However, the next day, the news broke, her name in the headlines. She had been found by her roommate, assaulted and slaughtered in her struggle to save herself. The night after her funeral, I swore to all things holy and otherwise that I would make the bastard that did this pay.

And make him pay I did. He never harmed anyone again, after that. Neither did my next target, or the next after that. It was incredibly therapeutic, really. Their begging, their screams… It makes the results all the more satisfying, the more they fight to live.

I know, so many have said it's tragic, a waste of human life. But these pieces of shit were far more useful in death than in life. I promise you, I'm not one to be wasteful. I only left enough to identify the dead, as their families and victims should receive that closure. I allowed the first one to be found, though; that was a message, on Lily's behalf. It was the only warning I allowed for the others.

Unfortunately, it seemed that I began getting credit for deaths that were not my doing. There were announcements about a serial killer, listing off those I had killed as well as others I had not. Either the news was getting trigger-happy over every unconnected death, or I had a counterpart in the city.

I suppose it was inevitable, really. If I believed in a higher power I'd say it was fate. We first met in a dingy speakeasy, drinking and dancing the night away. We ended up dancing together, then talked for hours, into the small hours of the morning.

We parted at closing, presumably strangers never to meet again. I found my next dinner on the way out that night. He was incredibly bold, pressing me for a proposition in clear public. So, I decided to allow him to follow me home. He was a bit lean for my preference, but a poor dish is an small sacrifice to get him off of the street.

I was just getting started taking care of him, when I realized my window had been opened and someone had entered. I went to check on it, leaving the creep tied in my kitchen. When I returned after finding nothing, I saw the man from the speakeasy standing in front of the creep, holding a knife and smiling but looking rather surprised.

After several awkward minutes, I found out that he was responsible for the deaths that had been confused with my work, and vice versa. He stayed that weekend with me, helping me dispatch and clean up our shared interest. We found we had even more in common than we realized, and a friendship formed.

As I write this I find that it sounds incredible cliched and corny, but after that night he was always part of my life. Neither of us trust or care for others easily, so there were several months of tentative friendship and testing the waters. But within the year we were as thick as thieves. Be it working up a target, a night out on the town, or a quiet dinner at one of our homes, we found ourselves happy and comfortable together like neither of us had been before.

With all this given, is it really so surprising that we ended up in a committed partnership? We both knew that we weren't the romantic sort, but it was very logical to make the decision to work to maintain such a rare relationship as what we had. Eventually we moved into a nice little house together, a close pair of bachelor friends as far as any outsiders were concerned.

That arrangement worked beautifully for years, the closest thing to domestic bliss that a pair like us are prone to. But it came to a terrible end in 1933. He had made a kill, and left to dispose of the remnants while I cleaned up at home. He was always prompt, always precise, but that night he was late returning.

I waited, assuming that an acquaintance had stopped to talk to him on his way home. But as the hours passed my dread grew. I fell asleep by the door, still waiting and hoping to wake to him walking in with a smile and a cheery explanation of the delay. But that never came.

What did wake me was a sharp knocking, so harsh and unlike him. When I answered the door I was met by a policeman, asking to speak to me. He asked me questions about Al, about his work and his hobbies. Eventually the reason for his visit came out.

Al was dead. Found burying human remains, and shot by an elderly hunter in the dim light mistaking him for a deer. I never thought that one could experience heartbreak without romance, but I learned otherwise that day.

I carried on for years, always doing everything I could for his memory. I was more ruthless than ever. I kept my mask in place for my daily life, always the actor. But I was slowly losing control of myself in my extracurricular activities.

I believe the only reason I was never caught was because I had become so erratic. My methods changed so drastically that law enforcement assumed I had to be a different person. I made kills outdoors, picked up targets in far too public places, even left behind tools. But eventually I would rejoin my dearest in the grave.

In March of 1938, nearly 5 years after the greatest pain of my life began, I found my peace. I finally slipped up; I discovered too late that the target I had just killed lived with his police officer brother. The brother came home as I was beginning to work up the body, drawing his pistol, and… I woke up in a strange place, with a different body.

Once I realized I was in Hell, I was able to find Alastor easily enough as he was already making a name for himself as a rising overlord, a story most everyone knows well. There's little to tell beyond that; Hell has been much the same for the near century we've been here, the only real changes being the rise and fall of overlords as newcomers make their way.

Alastor made his way to the top, every new soul he owned bringing more power. At some point, I'm not sure how many decades ago now, we decided it ebe prudent to legalize our partnership as a failsafe in case misfortune were to befall either of us. As part of our marriage contract I signed him my soul, and took partial claim of those that he owned then and in the future.

We were once again content for many years, until his recent unannounced sabbatical. Again I found myself left behind, picking up the pieces of our life and managing a small empire without him. With him gone his souls and responsibilities fell to me, which I dare say I handled dutifully for the better part of a decade.

I was beyond ecstatic when he returned, however. I am not fond of being an overlord myself, and everything besides those responsibilities I had let fall away. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was a broken man, being the one remaining for the second time.

But, he did return this time. And together we are rebuilding our status, reminding the masses why we were so feared. We've also been investing a great deal of time into our new project, helping young Princess Charlie Morningstar create and run her Hazbin Hotel.

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artcalledcinema · 28 days

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A new arrival into the Cinema

Landed today

But really only fifty years ago

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huzeyfeart · 10 months

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alidemiral · 2 years

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Film Söyleşisi

LGBT bireyi bir gencin var olma mücadelesini anlatan Denize Hasret İstiridyeler adlı dram filminin senarist ve yönetmeni Selahattin Yılmaz'la yaptığımız söyleşi:

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akgezercom · 2 years

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Dune: Bölüm 2 – Christopher Walken, Bir Tanrı İmparatoru İçin Mükemmel Bir Seçimdir

Christopher Walken’ın Dune: Part Two’da Corrino Hanesi’nden Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV’ü oynayacağı onaylandı! Yönetmen Denis Villeneuve’ün ilk Dune filminin trendini sürdüren Dune: Part Two kadrosuna yeni katılanlar, ağır vuruşlardan başka bir şey değildi: Princess Irulan rolünde Florence Pugh; yükselen yıldız Austin Butler – Feyd-Rautha (iddiaya göre); ve şimdi hepsinin Büyük Poobah’ı,…

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#AKGEZER #Akgezer Blog #Akgezer Sinema #AKGEZERCOM #Christopher Walken #Dune #Dune: Part Two #Tanrı İmparatoru

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yorgunherakles · 11 months

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göğün derinliklerine uzun süre gözünü ayırmadan baktığında, düşüncelerle ruh, yalnızlığın bilincinde birleşirler nedense. kendini çaresizce yalnız hissetmeye başlarsın, daha önce yakın ve kendine ait saydığın her şey sonsuz biçimde uzak ve değersiz olur.

çehov - vanya dayı

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tuhafbirkimse · 3 months

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"Aldanmak giriştiğimiz her işte. şaşmaz yazgısı hepimizin. sabah parlak işler tasarlar. gün boyunca budalalık ederim."

Voltaire

#voltaire #kış uykusu #blog #postlarim #film #sinema #art #kitaplar #edebiyat #felsefe

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sanadonmemimkansiz · 1 year

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Yeni blog yazım yayındaaa 🥳🥳

Spoilersız Wednesday Dizi İncelemesi ⤵️

#blog #wednesday #netflix

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newsfromstolenland · 2 years

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Do you read British literature? I remember I read the Harry Potter books as a child and I didn’t know she would grow up to become an extremist. In the books most of the elves enslaved by the segrated wizarding world are enslaved and portrayed as happy slaves. There was some Southern American white writers who were pro slavery of African Americans, they reacted to the abolition movement with propaganda where they wrote books with happy slaves and how slavery was actually a good thing. Hermione Granger, on twitter once in reaction to a casting a controversy to the Cursed Child of a Black Hermione, JK Rowling liked the idea and implied she was black. A black British girl, probably knew how bad slavery would be. But she is portrayed as a silly activist and all the elf slaves, most of them are happy with the status quo. I remember Harry Potter inherited Kreacher and the Black family home. And he never feed Kreacher, despite having freed Dobby or helped to free. Harry Potter is a slave owner.

Some people have said that JK Rowling is pro slavery of other sentient beings. The elf slavery is definitely fucked up, but she is probably more status quo, maybe pro British or perhaps Western imperialism than full on slavery of other sentient beings. Because as an terf extremist she seems to think the Western gender binary, that can be racist as you have discussed on your blog before too. I thinl Western dominance, maybe the dominance of white people, or white women being seen as the most important kind of femininity might be more important to her. The status quo of Britain, the gender binary, cisnormativity or maybe the dominance of cis people is very important to her.

I suppose I could be wrong and she is pro slavery. The happy elves does seem like the racist trope of happy black slaves. Maybe she is full on wanting to revive slavery of black people, which would be really fucked up. I do think she is racist against black people.

I wonder if the depiction of elves is also antisemitic like I have heard people say the depiction of goblins is antisemitic. Because the goblins have big noses, are greedy and run banks like antisemitic stereotypes. The elves who are enslaved also have pointy noses or big noses. I don’t know if that’s racist.

The bad guys in an upcoming Harry Potter game, an open world Harry Potter game have goblins who lead multiple rebellions against the wizarding world be the bad guys. Which seems kind of antisemitic.

JK Rowling didn’t really say much about Black Lives Matter, the repeal of Roe vs Wade and other sexist stuff that happens in America. Even though she commented a lot on Donald Trump stuff.

She seems to like the status quo very much and is against radical change if it. Or she seems like it. That is why Hermione Granger, who is black, was mocked for her formation of Spew. It’s kind of fucked up to mock a black kid for sympathizing with elves, or other sentient beings who were enslaved just like black people across the world were enslaved. At the time I think JK Rowling was a centrist and probably doesn’t want the radical change of society, or Hermione Granger wanting to radically change wizarding society which JK Rowling mocked her for. She seems to have become rightwing as she has gotten older. I am surprised she still supports the labour party. She is right wing like Krysten Sinema in the democratic party, and both support centre left parties. It’s odd. Though the democrats are probably more centre right by Canadian standards.

Speaking of American politics. I saw a trans woman said in an article, she said that people are stressed by having to choose between the Republican fascist party and the fascist democrats but more polite. Do you think the democrats are fascist? Aren’t they centre right?

I don’t know why I was thinking of the extremist JK Rowling and the implications of her literature. She’s really fallen very far. I wonder why some people when they get older become more politically right leaning.

jkr hasn't fallen any further, she was always like this. antisemitism, pro-slavery, racism, orientalism, and probably many more things were written into her books from the start. I don't want to give her the credit of calling her books british literature- not that british literature is superior, just that "literature" sounds a little too good for her crap.

her writing about house elves wanting to be enslaved absolutely excused and normalized slavery.

as for the democrats in the states, I'd say they're right wing, and more prone to excusing fascism than inciting it themselves (not saying that to give them any credit, I find their politics complete bullshit)

#asks #anonymous

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animeraider · 1 year

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I live blogged the State of the Union Address. Here's what I said.

So I live-blogged the State of the Union address on a social media site (not twitter - I am @animeraider just about everywhere). Here is what I said, post for post.

Kristen Sinema's shoulder pads will require an extra seat in the room. I would later in another thread refer to her as a Cosplay Space Canary.

Oh hey, look at Kevin trying to look important by standing in the center of the upper stage and pointing out that he's tall.

How long can Kevin sustain that golf clap?

Ooh, Biden snubbed the Space Canary!

The White House Photographer is masked. That is all. (So was Bernie)

Is that Bono sitting in front of the 2nd Gentleman? (Yep)

Nancy is my Congress Critter. I clapped.

Biden does NOT like to wait for the applause to finish before speaking again. Common trait for someone with a stutter. This is something I know.

Don't fall asleep there Kevin.

Holy carp how many pages is that speech in the folder in front of Biden?

Lots of White Guys know how to golf clap.

Holy moly there Kevin! Did you smoke the whole joint? Muttering: Dear lord he smoked the whole joint. (10 points if you know the movie I'm quoting)

Biden throws some shade, and it lands.

Another blogger just pointed out. This is the first speech of the re-election campaign.

The "Buy American" is a big deal when it comes to steel.

Apparently there has been an outbreak of Diabetes among members of Congress.

Oops, the Republicans don't clap reducing the Deficit.

"Good luck in your Senior Year." I laughed.

Another blogger said, "What those "1870" pins are about: the first police killing of a free black man in the US: Henry Truman, killed March 31, 1870, by a police officer later convicted of manslaughter. " If I were a billionaire I would be happy to pay more taxes than a school teacher. I would be happy to pay more taxes than 100 school teachers.

Biden scolds the hostage holders. Then he spanks them. Then he calls them liars. Then he calls out hecklers. Somebody give him some boxing gloves.

By the way, has MTG yet said how may baby seals she killed to get the collar of that coat.?

Dark Brandon introduces Hero Brandon.

Biden puts down the hecklers by using their words and pivoting topics to what he knows will get a big applause from his supporters. Nicely done.

While I was out of the room I'm told that Kevin shushed someone. Any idea who? (Someone replied "Can't prove it but I am hoping it is the fur-wearing bitch MTG")

Making the Republicans stand and clap by giving credit to Bush Sr. One of many a baller move in this speech.

FYI, I'm NOT going to watch the rebuttal. I'm not very tolerant of liars.

Overall, that was one of the more fiery and progressive speeches I've seen a President give at the #SOTU.

Welcome to the 2024 campaign.

My last comment as I'm going to have dinner now: That part of the speech where he spanked the Republicans over Social Security was a golden moment. I'm not going to forget that.

#SOTU #State of the Union #Joe Biden #Dark Brandon

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sinemaveriteofficial · 5 days

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Full Name: ..... Ira Cross (Birth surname was Golden, you don't need to know my given name at birth).

Background on Name: I chose the name Ira as it was the male name my parents had chosen prior to my birth. The surname Cross was my mother's maiden name.

Nickname(s): Sinema Verite

Nickname Background: I needed a new title once I reached Hell, to avoid unwanted connections from my previous life. So I chose an amusing play on words relating to my former career.

Birth date: January 6, 1899 (Died March 12, 1938)

Birth place: New York City, New York, USA

Age: 125 (Died at 39)

Visual Age: Early-mid 30s

Zodiac/Astrological signs: Capricorn Sun, Scorpio Moon, Leo Rising

Blood type: Unknown.

Social Class: Fairly well-off. Being married to a powerful overlord certainly comes with its benefits. (Middle-class in life.)

Religious Values: Raised in a loosely Christian environment, agnostic in life. But religion is for the living; I have my answer about the afterlife.

--- Gender: Male (assigned and raised as female)

Height: 5'8

Weight: Around 160lbs, not that that's anyone's business.

Body type: Stocky; strong, though chubby.

Race/Species: Formerly human, now wolf demon.

Eye color and Shape: Round, somewhat hooded.

Glasses/Contacts?: None

Hair color and Style: Black, straight hair. Mostly kept slicked back aside from a small section on the left.

Fur color and Area: Gray. Covers my ears and tail, with a small stretch around the back of my neck and very top of my upper back and shoulders.

Additional Appendages: Claws, wolf ears and tail.

Skin tone and type: Light gray. Very even and clear as I am meticulous with its maintenance and care,

Favored Clothing Style: Casual suits, though occasionally I may forgo the jacket and keep only my waistcoat in particularly informal settings.

Why?: Because it is proper, and what I prefer to wear.

Least Favored Clothing Style: Anything overly casual, as nearly all of today's fashion seems to trend towards.

Why?: Because it is disrespectful to others. Such dress shows a lack of concern about one's presentation.

Important/Usual Accessories: I don't believe there is anything particular? Though I wear a wristwatch, if that would be relevant.

Tattoos: Absolutely none.

Story Behind Tattoo: Not applicable.

Piercing(s): None

Scar(s): None that would be relevant to anyone aside from myself.

Other Marks: None that I'm aware to mention.

Predominant Features: My overall color scheme. Myself and any items i hold appear completely grayscale to others, just as in my films.

Visual Health Level: Healthy. My dearest certainly has kept me well-fed; his culinary sills are exquisite.

Spending Habits: I'm certainly not careless or extravagant, but I have no concern about money.

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Strengths: I have claws and very sharp teeth. But, amusement aside, I do prefer to avoid direct combat. If necessary, I do have some powers that prevent more physical altercations.

Weaknesses: I'm quite sensitive to noise, scents, and sudden visuals. My more dramatic powers also partially stem from my partner's, so if we are both utilizing them it reduces my power significantly.

Weapons: I can conjure film reel, which can be used to bind or strike.

Habits: I don't believe I have any particular fighting habits.

Familiars/Summons/Pets: I do have a pet, Lapin. Though I'm not quite certain how to describe him. I suppose he is somewhat feline, and around the size of a smaller medium dog.

Fighting Style: I did participate in some casual boxing during my life. I would say that when I am forced to fight, my style draws from that.

Old Injuries: None that affect my abilities.

Movement Issues: I'm certainly no athlete, so I suppose compared to some I am a bit stiff and restricted.

Speed: I am quite fast when necessary, but not so much that would be particularly noteworthy in comparison to many others.

Agility: Well I may not be any sort of acrobat, but I'm certainly not tripping over my own feet. As long as I'm firmly standing I'm very agile in my movements.

Strength: Nothing to write home about, though I am a bit stronger than people tend to assume from my stature.

Stamina: I can hold my own, but physical combat is not my forte. I will tire with extended physical exertion.

Defensive Ability: I come back from taking a strike, but I can't ignore or push through major hits. It will knock my back before I regain my composure.

Magical Ability: I am able to conjure and utilize film reel, teleport using shadowshifting, and open minor portals. Much of my own power draws from my partner's owned souls, so it is rather dependent on variables such as the number of souls and whether he is also drawing on them.

Planning/Strategic Ability: I would consider myself a very thorough strategic person. I like to have even small things planned out beforhand.

Memory: My memory is excellent for most important topics, but I am also prone to forgetting small and mundane things.

Luck: I'm not cursed, but I wouldn't say that I'm any more lucky than any other average individual.

Reaction Speed: I am proud of my fast reactions. I have quick reflexes, and am quite skilled at fast responses to my environment.

Learning Curve: I seem to be quite hard-wired for pattern recognition, so I tend to learn quite fast.

--- Alignment: I'd say this depends on your perspective. Those who I don't care for would consider me Lawful Evil, while those close to me would see me more as Chaotic Neutral.

Occupation: I do what I want. I've had many different roles since my death, currently I am the Advertising Manager at Hazbin Hotel. (In life I was an actor, still fairly early in my career but with great opportunity.)

Love Interest(s): No thank you. I am married, but Alastor and I chose to commit to our partnership based on shared interests and values, not volatile feeling. Besides, neither he nor I are the romantic type.

Likes: Films from my life's era, dancing, performing

Dislikes: Most modern music, television, cowards, entitled people

Fears: Abandonment, weakness, dependence

Wishes: Success, respect

Personality: I am polite and sociable, but very closed-off to all but my closest relationships. I always endeavor to make an excellent impression, avoiding making enemies without due cause. However, I truly trust only a small handful of individuals. I value manners and propriety very highly.

Favorite Color and Why: Green simply because it's a nice color, and red because it's always been Al's best color.

Favorite Music and Why: Jazz; it can be soothing, as well as invigorating.

Food: ..... Do you really want to know? I rather doubt that you do. I'll just say Al's jambalaya.

Literature: Mystery novels are my favorite.

Expressions: I'm not certain if I have any that I use noticeably more.

Favored Expletives: I certainly use common phrases from my living time often (e.g. horsefeathers), but I have no qualms about using any harsher expletives.

Manner of Transportation: I prefer to walk. I didn't mind cars, but I'm not fond of these modern ones.

Hobbies: Film analysis, reading, and some others you'd probably prefer I don't add.

Favorite Childhood Memory: My older brother returning home after Boy Scouts meetings and teaching me the things that he'd learned there.

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Song: Perhaps "No Strings Attached" by Swingrowers.

Taste: ... Is this really a question you want me to answer? I taste exquisite, thank you.

Smell: I have a very specific cologne that I've used for decades now. It is primarily cedar and musk, with notes of pine and mint.

Representation in Psychic Endeavors: I don't believe I have any particular gift of this sort.

Myers-Briggs Personality Type: ISTJ-A

Enneagram Type and Wing: Type 1, Wing 9

Character Flaws: Violent, untrusting, standoffish, socially selective

Mannerisms: Very performative, large and dramatic gestures, many small fidgets and quirks

Darkest Secret and Who Knows About it: Now I don't believe you all have any right to know that. Al is the only one who does.

Personal Triggers: I find firearms extremely unsettling, especially pistols.

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Extra Notes: While I am verbal, others cannot typically hear me without assistance. My dear's staff can receive and project my voice easily, and if needed I can put my voice through any nearby radio receiver/speaker, though that takes a bit of effort.

Family Members, and relationship with each: Harvey Golden (Father), Loretta Cross Golden (Mother), Lewis Golden (Brother), Viola Golden Snider (Sister), Ervin Golden (Brother)

The template that I filled out for this is from @rpedia

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