#tonya yells into the void

[lilbreck]

So, was no one going to tell me that my (kinda) rarepair even if technically canon ship (Uhura/Scotty) are now on the same ship?

They're both so young and adorable and I can ship a new version of them!

#tonya yells into the void #uhotty #star trek #star trek: snw #snw spoilers

[robotstrategy]

Recalled • Part 1 • 5 - Sam

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Sam Zeus Ward, “The little version of that concept car made for babies” as Nero calls him. Sam loves his Rewind family, which for him really just consists of Nero as a big sister and Cam as a sort of mentor type.

But there’s one thing that makes him different from all his unit of ten, or even the state home in total. The gaping hole inside of him cannot be quenched. All the others fill that hole so easily, whether it’s Nero becoming a Military Beouf, Tonya wanting to become a teacher, or Ian being a great hockey player. 

Sam can’t fill that void, it keeps longing for more, always trying to grasp something new. 

“Is what we have not good enough for him? Honestly, he seems like a complete glutton to me. I don't know what Cam sees in him.” He had heard one of the Rewinds whisper when he and Nero were passing by.

“What I’m hearing is that he’s not interested in this stupid institution with this stupid boring plain stuff and I’m not interested in it either.” Nero had snapped back. Sam always thought back to what she had said, it seemed funny to him because Nero had become the most basic thing a ward kid could do, a Military Boeuf.

Sam spotted a lady out of the corner of his eye. He had seen her before, she always came along with Cam whenever he visited. Sam always left her alone, but he couldn’t not address her anymore, curiosity and the gaping hole inside of him couldn’t escape her anymore. 

“What are you doing?” Sam asks the woman, She turns around to reveal that she’s holding a camera.

“I am taking photos of all of you, I must show that you are triumphant and tragic. You must be seen as human, but humanity must know what a mistake it was to create you.” She tells him.

Sam now stares her straight in the eyes. “I think it’s great that you want to make us seem like humans, but why are we a mistake to you?”

“Your mere existence along with your brothers and sisters means that we have failed as a society and that all those parents have failed to let their children back into their lives.” She says.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “You know that some of their bodies were too far gone to even be built all back together, some of them were wards of the state, and some of them were unwanted.” He says, defending him and the Rewinds.

She gives him a look before saying “We aren’t going to get along are we?”

“I guess we won’t,” he says before turning away from her. He looks over to the other Rewinds avoiding meeting the woman's gaze again. 

One of the Rewinds joyfully runs up to the Woman, hopping around her trying to be within the view of the camera lens. 

“Record us, Una! Record us! We wanna show you something we did!” The girl exclaimed.

Una grimaced at her before pushing her away. “These photos are special, I cannot take videos of your stupid little things.”

After seeing the disappointed look on the girl’s face Sam is enraged and huffs his way over to Una. “Show me how to use one of those things.” He yells at her. 

“What?” Una says, spinning around to face him. 

“Show me how to use one of those things, I want to take videos of their stupid little things!” He yelled again.

“So, what is this?” Nero questions, putting her eyeball up to the barrel of the camera. 

“It’s a camera, I wanted to take videos of our friends since Una doesn't want to do that.” He tells her. 

“Oh cool! You know, you could do as the kids say, God, I sound old, vlog about your life and the other kids in the ward.” Nero suggests.

Sam runs up to Nero to give her a big hug “Thanks Nero that’s a great idea! I would probably have to get someone to edit them though, I don’t think they come out fresh off the tapes with all those horrendous sound effects.” He exclaims.

Nero lets out a good chuckle, “No problem, bud, no problem.”

#unwind series #unwind #unwind fanfic #unwind dystology #sequel fic #unwind oc

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Josey

Written by, I'm sure you can guess, Josey

The term erratic

doesn't sound glam or fantastic

It means you do shit quick

With no need of nesquick

Sitting all still then fucking shrieks

Only seconds of feeling like a wreck

All the energy to run miles around the park

drive thousands of miles and parallel park

travel to hundred different places and end up back

Make a toss and hit the mark

catch Cain and grab his mark

buy presents at your local Harmark

Always last pick

Run laps from dawn till dusk

Get yelled at and scream Fuck

alone secluded in a room of dark

A tear rolls off my cheek

at just the turn of my neck

and I crack

This the grand American not wanting hand-out

A lost soul calling the void of space, home

Goddamn can these voices Just

Shut off and give me rest

Never give me trust

Not like I have Turrete's, Fuck, shit!

Wait, what?

I mean seriously!

Last Thursday I was a third into a noise

now today the internet is in tarrifs

All the news of men facing courtship

will have to be read off paper

while the fuckers enjoy: reminisce

The intelligent, yet poor will faulter

just as dumb as the fall of the twins

a big way to halter

stop the allegations and crimes

Feeding the Fuhrer

Fourth Riech seems like

Fumes from frenzies: use it as fuel

Won't be getting these highs

Replace guns with fucking prayers

seeing as that's the cue

for lost ones at shootings

sure the families are blue

what would you call their hue

If you aren't gonna care over shooting at a gay bar,

The why should we care when we shoot you down.

If you the one to hate and discriminate

Well hope your thought as I grab a Corona

And I'll crack a bottle with your head

Shut the fuck up 'bout your phobia

Want change, but just procrastinate

Well fuck you Sonya!

you better off dead

Can't you just help Tonya?

she with a man, and face red

Stand up for others or

say what needs to be said

Eat that asshole out like Jeffery fucking Dauhmer

Oh good he left; checkmate

better go check your mate, thank god she stayed, now take her to bed, set the tone and mood, relieve her needs, but she say she's ace so, you cause yourself to masturbate

This is the land of free we screaming 'bout

An island that won't triumph cause of Trump

And I am one person

Handle this: how am I to get on

Got smol voice, itty bitty brains and tiny hands

But got a soul like everyone

Let's take a moment to express our opinion on this bag of trash

smells worse then onion, fog and grass

This bitch has so many layers

and gets lost night to day

and all got to say about that is

FUCK

I'm rude to the heteronormalitive

I stomach the face of rare

chew of heads raw

Grew up with a country always sexualize

their mothers, sisters and daughters

since the 80s the temptures been risin

you can bet the second frog dies!

While the first playing in the rain

and this country just fucking lying

on the floor can't even ask for a hand

seen as weak for taking a week to lay

And as all say, "the next day"

time is too far away

can't be grabbed by man

That's good, he'd grope 'em

Well it's hunting season

let's go sure them

No need for a gun  

to defend

Hide these moments with rum

Vent and rant and tell a friend

Hell isn't made for just one

Cope with paper and a pen

Maybe hard for a heart: broken

really difficult to be open

but the faith for humanity is needed

As we were boiled

and remains of an amphibian

and end up dead

Legs from the grave retain

now soil under our head

our kind shouldn't be seen as a stain

Where we stand now is not our deathbed  

So stay and enjoy the rain

while yesterday is burned

smell the scent of flames

half the world ashed

half a face will feel the same

We weren't here for our debut Wish we long gone by the end.

#song lyrics #my work #my words #josey #song writer

[palaciocharlene]

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                     Insiang  a Filipino Woman Suffers in the Slums

                                                      Palacio, Charlene L.

University of the East- Manila

                                                Prof. Julius Ceasar Pascual

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 In ‘Insiang,’ a Filipino Woman Suffers in Slums

                                  By MANOHLA DARGISOCT. 27, 2015

By turns lyrical and crude, laid-back and feverishly overheated, Lino Brocka’s “Insiang” (1976) is at once original and yet so familiar that you may find yourself annotating it with cinematic footnotes as the story unfolds. Among the names that rise like vapors amid the film’s sweaty lovemaking, its convulsive violence and harshly discordant flute trilling are Roberto Rossellini, Samuel Fuller and Fannie Hurst, whose wildly popular novels (“Imitation of Life” and “Back Street” included) provided golden age Hollywood with some of its most memorable sob sister agonies. (Having been recently restored, “Insiang” is playing for one week at the Museum of Modern Art, starting Wednesday.)

 Tears flow like the river under the house in which the title character (Hilda Koronel), a serene beauty and Filipino Everywoman, lives, works, endures and finally fights. The director, Mr. Brocka (1939-91), makes the house, a patchwork of metal, wood and cardboard, an early focal point, turning it into a microcosm of the sprawl and misery that surround it. Here, Insiang lives with her harsh, bullying mother, Tonya (an excellent Mona Lisa), and a gaggle of relatives that includes a fistful of young children. As Mr. Brocka plays with his framing, going from tight to wide, putting the scene’s combustibility into stark visual terms, he transforms this one family into a pungent city.

 The story, written by Mario O’Hara and Lamberto Antonio, from a novel by Mr. O’Hara, is the least of it. The melodramatic machinery kicks in after Mr. Brocka oils it with some grim scene-setting, starting with the ghastly image of a pig being gutted in a slaughterhouse filled with screaming, dying animals that leads to a documentary portfolio of human squalor — all this turns out to be a warm-up for the brutalization of Insiang, including by Tonya. Having been

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abandoned by her faithless husband, Tonya has become the family’s volubly aggrieved, increasingly impatient main breadwinner. Insiang picks up a little money doing laundry, but it’s never enough, and one day, in a fury, Tonya evicts her husband’s relatives.

 As the relatives tumble into the street, their bodies creating a confusion of crying and yelling and jagged motion (a cacophony accompanied by Tonya’s continuing tirade), they are all but swallowed up by a neighborhood contingent gathered outside. It’s a raucous, seemingly chaotic scene that takes on an abrupt narrative clarity when Tonya insists that two of the children return the clothes that she bought for them, a demand that leaves them literally naked. And, just like that, two more children have joined the ranks of those who are seen wandering and playing amid the garbage. Mr. Brocka likes to go big and blunt, but in “Insiang,” he does his strongest work when he delivers his politics quietly, as when Insiang, in another scene, hangs wet laundry on barbed wire strung outside her house.

 The barbed wire suggests that “Insiang” is as much a national captivity narrative as it is a very specific suffering-woman saga (with shades of the classic maternal melodrama). That Tonya is also as much a prisoner of her social condition as Insiang, though, largely becomes lost among the escalating convolutions and traumas, including those connected with a cruel male interloper. Once the relatives clear out, in moves Tonya’s younger lover, Dado (Ruel Vernal), a Simon Legree-type brute who has his own name tattooed on his chest, which he frequently bares. The complications mount, as do the male offenses. Throughout, Mr. Brocka, working with his excellent director of photography, Conrado Baltazar, creates images of startling power, like that of bloody hands clutching in the void.

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                 Abstract

   Insiang is a girl coming of age in the slums of Manila. Living with her mother in a small shanty, she is raped one night by her mother's lover. Asking for sympathy, but instead being rejected by her mother, Insiang decides to seek revenge. This 1976 film from the Philippine is regarded by many as a classic. It is a melodrama that takes place in a populated shantytown where poverty, anger, and violence live side-by-side in the hearts and minds of its residents. Tonia (Mona Lisa) works in the marketplace and has allowed some of her ex-husband's relatives to live with her and her daughter Insiang . She is a stunning beauty whose boyfriend has one thing on his mind: de-flowering her and proving his manhood. Another young man is quite taken with her but he is too shy to express his romantic feelings.

 Tonia decides that she deserves some pleasure so she tells her relatives to move out: they are replaced with Dado , her boyfriend, who is known in the neighbourhood as a tough guy and inveterate gambler. Insiang has grown tired of her mother's constant criticism she calls her immoral with no grounds or proof. Dado soon gets bored with his sexual dalliance with Tonia and forces himself upon Insiang. The anger and hatred within her reaches a boiling point, and she comes up with a plan to change things once and for all. Hilda Koronel gives a strong performance as the put upon daughter.

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 As the title character is enough to recommend this tale of rape and revenge, seduction and squalor, power and poverty. The movie of Lino Brocka Insiang shows a social relevance it is not just an idealism but it also shows realism and nationalism way back then. The main character lives in a slum in Manila, maltreated by her domineering mother. Her mother has a lover, old enough to be her son. Vernal, doing the lover bit because Lisa holds the household money, has his eyes set on Insiang. He rapes her but Insiang turns things around, getting Vernal to be her parasitic paramour. Great film noir, great performance.Shot in the slums of Tondo through neorealist lenses, its domestic melodrama at the same time aspires to Greek tragedy. It is Brocka's tightest, most well composed film; the character's fates play out inevitably from the opening slaughterhouse scene to the catastrophic last act. As usual, Brocka brings levity to the nastiness of poverty with cinema verité details, as when Tonya very publicly throws out a clan of in-laws living in her shanty. She demands the clothes she had given the children to be handed back; their mother, outraged, strips off the garments from the bewildered kids right there on the streets. This, for me, is the 'punctum' of the film, as Barthes would say. There is another: at the end, when Insiang visits Tonya in prison, she confesses to her mother that she deliberately provoked her jealousy in order to get back at Dado; Insiang rushes to embrace her, and there, for a split second, Tonya's expression yields to motherly tenderness, before quickly turning, once again, into that of the jealous rival.

Brocka's films are are always marked by strong acting, not just from the stars, but also from the rest of the cast; there is a feeling of an ensemble effort, which is not unexpected, since Brocka brings with him the crew of the Philippine Educational Theater Association (PETA) Kalinangan Ensemble. I saw "Insiang" for the first time on the big screen when a print restored by the French government was played in a Makati theater. Mona Lisa, silver-haired, graced the screening.

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       Sources

ttps://www.nytimes.com/2015/10/28/movies/review-in-insiang-a-filipino-woman-suffers-in-the-slums.html

http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/films/reviews/view/16153

https://www.nytimes.com/2015/10/28/movies/review-in-insiang-a-filipino-woman-suffers-in-the-slums.html

[lilbreck]

Just finished the season 2 finale of SNW.

It is official, I love every variation of Scotty. He is my cuttest little bean in all of Star Trek. He is chaotic good and my comfort character.

#tonya yells into the void #star trek #star trek: snw #snw spoilers #montgomery scott

[lilbreck]

Writing original fiction. Trying to come up with a strange vampire name that doesn't sound like something an edgy 90's goth would call themselves.

This is difficult.

#tonya yells into the void #tonya writes

[lilbreck]

I watched Nimona.

I cried.

I'm going to need some time to recover.

#tonya yells into the void #tonya watches movies #nimona

[lilbreck]

Who among you has ever seen the cartoon movie Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure, and have you repressed most of it, or does it still linger in your mind?

#tonya yells into the void #tonya makes a poll #raggedy ann and andy: a musical adventure #raggedy ann #raggedy andy #raggedy ann and andy

[lilbreck]

When I was a teenager, I started to read Dracula. However, I stopped almost immediately because of the formatting. I didn't realize that the "journal entries" and such would actually read just like regular novel formatting.

I just finished it tonight.

This book has made me pissed at every adaptation I've seen of Dracula because they all made Jonathan Harker seem like a wet dishrag. I absolutely adore that man and ship him and Mina so hard after reading the book. Specifically after reading one bit of his thoughts:

"To one thing I have made up my mind: if we find out that Mina must be a vampire in the end, then she shall not go into that unknown and terrible land alone. I suppose it is thus that in old times one vampire meant many; just as their hideous bodies could only rest in sacred earth, so the holiest love was the recruiting sergeant for their ghastly ranks."

I need a fanfic where Dracula ends up dead but, somehow, Mina and Jonathan are vampires.

Also, I love how intelligent and clever Mina is written and how everyone around her appreciates it.

#tonya yells into the void #dracula #tonya reads

[lilbreck]

For my Spapel shippers who love angst and don't check AO3 500 times a day like I do, the 10th chapter of Hate Me, Break Me (Then Save Me) just dropped today.

I will neither confirm nor deny that I got teary eyed and may have cried a bit over people who were long dead before the story started.

#tonya yells into the void #other people write #spapel

[lilbreck]

So, I've started rereading Dune and have gotten through book 1 of the first novel. I haven't read it since I was about 13 or so, so I had forgotten a few things. Namely how absolutely traumatizing Paul's "awakening" after his father's death is for him as well as how much it hints that Paul wouldn't necessarily be the one to fulfill the "destiny" set out for him.

Yes, I had also forgotten how very obvious it was in some parts that this series was started in the 60s.

#tonya yells into the void #tonya reads dune #dune

[lilbreck]

I miss the days when Nony Assholes who came into my inbox would at least give me a hint as to what the fuck they were referring to. Anyone else have a clue they could lend me?

#tonya yells into the void

[lilbreck]

Now for the big question of the night:

Do I start watching Only Murders in the Building tonight, or do I wait until after the season finale of What We Do In the Shadows?

#tonya yells into the void #only murders in the building #what we do in the shadows #tonya watches tv

[lilbreck]

Am I going to start reading Wuthering Heights because of the opening scene of Evil Dead Rise? You bet your sweet ass I am.

#tonya yells into the void #evil dead rise #wuthering heights #i am easy to trick into books

[lilbreck]

Just finished Dead End: Paranormal Park.

Very moving. There were some tears. Also some anger that Netflix cancelled it.

Yes, my daughter and I are considering getting the graphic novels.

#tonya yells into the void #dead end paranormal park #yes i know there's a colon in the name but i'm committed to that tag now

[lilbreck]

I heard something about a series I used to read and love (Dresden Files) that interested me. So, I decided to check the wiki to see what the books were like after I stopped. It reminded me why I stopped.

Apparently, Harry, who is supposed to be this awkward and bumbling guy slowly turned into the guy who supernatural women just threw themselves at. He was somehow so very speshul that the fallen angel remnant inside his brain fell in love with him and sacrificed itself to save him.

Yeah, I'm glad I dropped it before random children and possible forced marriages got involved.

#tonya yells into the void