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derekfoxwit · 1 year

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The Best Picture Oscar My Way (1980-1999)

Here’s Part 2 of Best Picture My Way (as started here). All information about my approach with this category can be found on that linked first part.

For convenience sake, I’ll relay this message. Only the films I add onto here as nominees will have listed nominated producers next to the movie’s title. (Here’s the Wikipedia page for the rest.)

1980

The Empire Strikes Back - Gary Kurtz

Raging Bull

The Elephant Man

Coal Miner’s Daughter

Ordinary People

1981

Raiders of the Lost Ark

Das Boot - Gunter Rohrbach; Michael Bittins

Reds

On the Golden Pond

Chariots of Fire

1982

Tootsie

E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial

Fitzcarraldo - Werner Herzog; Willi Segler; Lucki Stipetic

Missing

Gandhi

1983

Fanny and Alexander - Jorn Donner

Terms of Endearment

Scarface - Martin Bregman

Mender Mercies

The Right Stuff

1984

Amadeus (still)

The Terminator - Gale Anne Hurd

Love Streams - Yoram Globus; Menahem Golan

Ghostbusters - Ivan Reitman

A Passage to India

1985

Back to the Future - Neil Canton; Bob Gale

The Color Purple

After Hours - Robert F. Colesberry; Griffin Dunne; Amy Robinson

Ran - Masato Hara; Serge Silberman

Witness

1986

Platoon (still)

Misery - Rob Reiner; Andrew Scheinman

Hannah and Her Sisters

A Room with a View

Blue Velvet - Fred C. Caruso

1987

The Last Emperor (still)

The Princess Bride - Rob Reiner; Andrew Scheinman

Broadcast News

Moonstruck

Fatal Attraction

1988

Who Framed Roger Rabbit - Frank Marshall; Robert Watts

Rain Man

Dangerous Liaisons

Mississippi Burning

The Last Temptation of Christ - Barbara De Fina

1989

Do The Right Thing - Spike Lee

Driving Miss Daisy

Dead Poets Society

My Left Foot

Cinema Paradiso - Giovanna Romagnoli

1990

Goodfellas

Dances with Wolves

Edward Scissorhands - Tim Burton; Denise Di Novi

Ghost

The Godfather Part III

1991

The Silence of the Lambs (still)

Thelma & Louise - Ridley Scott

Beauty and the Beast

Boyz in the Hood - Steve Nicolaides

JFK

1992

Unforgiven (still)

A Few Good Men

Malcolm X - Spike Lee; Marvin Worth

Reservoir Dogs - Lawrence Bender; Harvey Keitel

Aladdin - Ron Clements; John Musker

1993

Schindler’s List (still)

The Piano

Philadelphia - Jonathan Demme; Edward Saxon

In The Name of the Father

The Fugitive

1994

The Lion King - Don Hahn

Forrest Gump

Pulp Fiction

The Shawshank Redemption

Eat Drink Man Woman - Kong Hsu; Li-Kong Hsu

1995

Toy Story - Bonnie Arnold; Ralph Guggenheim

Se7en - Phyllis Carlyle; Arnold Kopelson

The Postman (Il Postino)

Before Sunrise - Anne Walker-McBay

Braveheart

1996

Fargo

Trainspotting - Andrew Macdonald

Secrets & Lies

Jerry Maguire

The English Patient

1997

Titanic (still)

Good Will Hunting

L.A. Confidential

Princess Mononoke - Toshio Suzuki

Boogie Nights - Paul Thomas Anderson; Lloyd Levin; John S. Lyons; JoAnne Sellar

Lost Highway - Deepak Nayar; Tom Sternberg; Mary Sweeney

As Good as It Gets

The Full Monty

1998

Saving Private Ryan

Life is Beautiful

The Thin Red Line

The Big Lebowski - Joel and Ethan Coen

Mulan - Pam Coats

Central Station - Arthur Cohn; Martine de Clermont-Tonnerre; Robert Redford; Walter Salles

The Truman Show - Edward S. Feldman; Andrew Niccol; Scott Rudin; Adam Schroeder

Rushmore - Barry Mendel; Paul Schiff

Shakespeare in Love

1999

The Matrix - Joel Silver

American Beauty

The Green Mile

The Sixth Sense

Magnolia - Paul Thomas Anderson; JoAnne Sellar

The Straight Story - Neal Edelstein; Mary Sweeney

Man on the Moon - Danny DeVito; Michael Shamberg; Stacey Sher

Being John Malkovich - Steve Golin; Vincent Landay; Sandy Stern; Michael Stipe

#cinema #academy award #oscars #award show #alternative #animation #film #movies #I'm officially insane #international cinema #hollywood #the matrix #coen brothers #steven spielberg #disney #martin scorsese #robert zemeckis

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mssboo · 2 years

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commits war crimes x doesn’t notice (literally) (werner pfennig and marie-laure le blanc)

#i like to believe im funny #all the light we cannot see #atlwcs #literature #quotes #anthony doerr #i cried again

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psammo · 2 years

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Ross Bleckner, Her Escutcheon, 1987, oil on linen, 48 x 40 inches. Courtesy of Mary Boone Gallery and Michael Werner Gallery.

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shadowsshowdown · 1 year

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Deus Ex: Human Revolution Shadow’s Showdown: Chapter 8

The great plan.

Sarif Industries - Headquarters.

The whole week passed way too fast. After the illness actually only a memory remained. Yet the bandage on Laura’s hand still reminded her about the photo e-mailed by an unknown person. For the first time, she was joyful to see the large foyer and the round, red desk of the reception area at Sarif Industries. The bright lights of informative audio and visual displays didn’t bother her at all. Being here again was like salvation, like being reborn. Even the sight of Adam settling some dispute didn't spoil her mood. Laura felt safe somewhat knowing that he’s on duty. Following the new plan, she nodded to Jensen in greeting as he looked at her. The auburn-haired girl decided that today she would stand out of the crowd. Apparently, she succeeded because the head of security could not look away from her for a long time. She was wearing a long-sleeved x-line knee-length dress in a light shade of blue with a pattern of navy blue dots. The whole was completed with not very thick navy blue tights and Mary Jane type shoes.

"What a sacrifice. Let's hope it pays off for me." she thought, taking off her gray coat and slowly walking up the stairs.

She didn't even have time to reach the second floor when the head of security caught up with her. The plan is working all too well since he is already following her. However, she tried hiding her pride. She straightened her handbag hanging on her right shoulder and smiled kindly. Oh yes, with a smile, always with a smile…

"Hello, Miss Werner. How are you feeling?" Adam asked while taking off his long, black coat. "Much obliged, for your concern. I feel better now." she replied, still smiling.

Jensen glanced at her bandaged hand but didn't mention a word about it. Laura, in turn, noticed that he had cleaned his coat and was wearing that awful brown turtleneck sweater again.

"That's good because I'm afraid we'll have to repeat the personal search." "Fuck, fuck! Rot in hell you sneaky bastard!" she thought, but still didn't give him even a hint that she was nervous. "But of course, no problem."

At most, Frank will slay her, no big deal. A few minutes later they were already in Adam's office. Knowing the procedures, she did not wait for him to ask for the handbag but handed it over to him willingly. The head of security was examining the Crunchy Pirate's cereal box again and to her misfortune this time he confiscated it. „And shit just hit the fan.” Laura thought but remained calm, unshaken by even a hint of fear. He saw no trembling of her hands, no drops of sweat on her temples, no nervous biting of her lip. Jensen saw nothing because the girl standing before him was now like an oak, not aspen. Though hurricanes raged deep inside her, outside there was a mask. She didn't even flinch when he touched her, as his fingers wandered unhurriedly along her sides, as his hands tightened on her shoulders, forearms, and hands. She didn't sigh, didn't say a single unpleasant word.

"That would be all, you're free to go." he announced in a cool, formal tone.

Miss Werner gathered her things, said goodbye, and left. She was pretty sure she could feel his gaze on her back until she closed the door behind her. Laura ran straight to the restroom. Standing alone in front of a mirror she could hear her heart pounding wildly in her chest and feel how muffled emotions were wielding her like a puppet. She splashed ice-cold water on her face, letting drops drip from her eyelashes, nose, and chin. She was supposed to be indifferent, but meanwhile, she was burning with fire. Instead of thinking about how to retrieve a box of cereal out of his office, she thought about Adam himself. That gentle touch of his, the one she could not resist. The memory of his hot breath near her neck made Laura shiver. It was so hard to just stand there and pretend indifference, so damn hard…

She wiped the wet face in a handkerchief, fixed hair up in a ponytail, and carried things to her office. Laura stayed there for a moment to gather her thoughts. Then she rushed to Pritchard’s office, wrapping with her arms a pile of documents he had given to her. She was already prepared for his speech criticizing her work, but Frank only managed to open his mouth. She had checked every command, number, and symbol so, whether he wanted it or not, he had to keep the lecture for another occasion.

As she left Frank’s office, Adam and Faridah flashed before her eyes. Laura overheard something about Sarif had given Jensen an assignment quite far from Detroit so he required a pilot for three days. This valuable information instantly made her feel better. As soon as the auburn-haired girl returned to her office, she began to plot an elaborate plan about switching cereal boxes in Adam's office.

First, the cameras. Hacking can be risky, so something more discreet is needed here. Shreds of conversations between two female employees reached her from the corridor. They mentioned something about interchanging shifts. That's when Laura came up with the idea of swapping the records from the cameras monitoring the entrance to the head of security's office for a brief moment. She would have approximately 5 minutes to get in, complete the task, and get out. The last part of the plan is covering the tracks. Every single file has to be deleted as accurately as possible. Using gloves is mandatory. You never can tell how thorough Jensen may be if he finds out. The best time for operation ‘Crunchy Pirate’ is late evening. The company is almost empty, and security guards are shifting.

She was looking forward to the next day. On her way home Laura stopped by the store to buy necessary items. She hadn't felt such anxiety since the team was disbanded.

Laura's apartment.

Tired, she fell on the bed, but Stalker decided that he would not leave her alone. He jumped on her back, while she was lying pronely and curled up in a ball. She will be his sleeping place for tonight. Laura didn't have the strength to protest. The night passed calmly, surprisingly, without any nightmares. She got up earlier so as not to expose herself to Pritchard's wrath. She calculated that she could be late at most two times in a week, and on the third one she’ll get ridiculously trivial things to accomplish. However, that was not what drove her and forced to act. The zero hour would soon strike. She felt the old, already forgotten excitement as if she was about to experience an unforgettable orgasm. She loved balancing on the edge, playing with fire, risking everything. And what could be better than breaking into the head of the security’s office?

A quarter of an hour later she left the apartment wearing a gray sweater, dark brown pants, and black sneakers. On the run, she put on a warm jacket, holding a sandwich in her teeth and a backpack in her hand. She never ate her favorite cereal before the action, that was her rule. Laura thought about taking the subway today, but she had less money than she thought. She walked off the main street, taking a shortcut through backyards and side alleys that smelled of beer and decaying garbage. A few cats observed her from afar with a curiosity mixed with uncertainty. Over her head drying laundry was waving, hung on a rope stretched between two residential buildings. A group of four boys was sitting on one of the ladders leading to the emergency exit. They were exchanging Pokemon cards. She did not like to judge by appearance, but they rather belonged to the poorer part of Detroit's population.

Sarif Industries Headquarters.

Without Jensen, the company was somehow empty, or was it just her own feeling? It was a daily routine to visit Frank before going to her place, but today his fortress was empty. This was suspicious, to say the least because he hardly ever left the office. She checked the phone too, but he didn't leave a message. So she shrugged her shoulders and left. Hacker girl wanted to send some new data to her superiors, but she had run out of Nukeviruses and Stop! Worms. The last batch was stuck in the head of the security’s office. There was plenty of time left before evening so she decided to rethink her plan. Somewhere in the middle of the third checking, the phone rang.

"Laura, are you already at the company?" Frank sounded nervous, but not as nervous as usual, more like he was waiting for the important meeting with incomplete data. "Yeah for about 30 minutes. I was at your place but ... " "Be quiet and listen carefully, cause I’ll say it only once." he interrupted her firmly. "I have an appointment with Sarif in a few minutes, and I'll end up in a deep shit if you don't help me." "Fine, say what you require."

Somehow she found it hard to believe that Pritchard might be in trouble. He was like a cat, always able to dodge and fall on his feet. Could this time be different?

"I need you to go to Jensen's office and bring me some important papers. That flatfoot didn't deliver them to me before leaving" he said in one breath. "Code for the door: 8426 HURRY UP!"

Wait a minute, did she hear correctly? Are her dreams just coming true, or has she won the lottery ticket?

She got up from the chair on the run grabbing her backpack. Laura was bursting with joy and no matter what might have happened nothing would spoil this moment. She was afraid that someone from security would stop her, but they must have been warned because neither of them even looked at her while entering the code. The tinted windows covered her presence so she felt a bit more at ease. Yet still, the hacker girl wasn't 100% sure if Adam would not suddenly jump out of the wardrobe. As she prepared to swap the boxes, she felt like Indiana Jones in ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’. She took one carefully and put the other on its place, making sure it stands exactly at the same spot. Laura had no problem with finding the file because it was lying on the desk as if ready to be taken. It also had a big sticker with the caption ‘For Pritchard’ written in capital letters. Before leaving, she placed a little surprise on the seat of the office chair and turned its backrest towards the door. Finally, she re-entered the code and waited until the red light came on.

She rushed down the corridor straight to the elevator and a moment later she was already on the 29th floor in the Athene Margoulis office. She didn't have enough time to look around, because Frank instantly assaulted her.

"Girl, what took you so long?! Do you at least have what I requested for?!"

Laura sighed. The urge of telling him to stuff himself grew stronger. But instead of doing so, she handed him the documents. Pritchard immediately softened when he looked over the notes.

"Well done, now get back to your work. Log on to the server, I left new guidelines there."

She observed him disappear behind the glass door of Sarif's office. Athene's urgent grunting made her realize that she wasn't welcome here at all. The auburn-haired girl called the elevator and returned to where she belonged. At least she had accomplished her mission quite legally.

When she got home, she tossed keys on the cupboard. Their loud clanking scared the cat away. She only took off her shoes, without changing into casual clothes. Laura had more significant things to complete now. She sat down in the armchair left by the window and turned on her laptop. Pale light illuminated her grave, focused face, and all she could hear in the silence was the clicking of keyboard keys. It was the middle of the night when she gave up. Unluckily, even in the darkest nooks and crannies of the darknet, she hasn't even gained any clue who the mysterious Red_Dragon is. Hacker girl wasn’t pleased that her searching went for nothing.

All chapters can be found: [AO3], [dA], [Wattpad] and [Tumblr]

#Deus Ex #DXHR #Deus Ex Human Revolution #Adam Jensen #Shadowfanfic #crunchy-shadow #Shadow's Showdown #Nifriel #I never asked for this #Fanfiction #Evie Dormer OC #Joe Mando OC #Chapter 8: The great plan.#cyberpunk #writers on tumblr

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aldarquen · 6 months

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“𝑀𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐽𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑎. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔… 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑.

𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 “𝑀𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐽𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑎. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔… 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑.

𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜.

𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.”

I just can't get over how beautiful Marie-Laure and Werner's relationship is; a moment of complete joy and kindness in a world wrecked by a World War. If I had to pick a favorite scene in any historical drama - this is it. It means so much to me seeing the talented Aria Mia Loberti and Louis Hofmann bring these heartwarming characters to life.

#themmmm #i love themmm #a normal amount #all the light we cannot see fanart #all the light we cannot see #louis hofmann #aria mia loberti #werner pfennig #marie laure leblanc #marie laure x werner #marie x werner #my art #atlwcs #netflix art #netflix #atlwcsedit

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elektramouthed · 2 years

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The relative narrative importance of the items on the “can do” and “can’t do” lists for the three semiotic types confirms Werner Wolf’s (2002) ranking of the three major media families, or art types, in this decreasing order of storytelling ability: verbal, visual, and musical. Whereas verbal signs can implement the strongest narrative modes—autonomous and determinate—pictures are either illustrative or indeterminate, and music is either illustrative or metaphorical. Because only language can explicitate the relations that turn individual events into a story, such as “x caused y” or “a did p because she wanted q,” it is the medium of choice of narrative. In pictures and music, motivations and causal relations can only be suggested indirectly, and as Wolf observes, these media require a far more extensive gap-filling activity than verbal texts to be interpreted narratively, though they can usually be appreciated aesthetically without paying attention to their narrative message. [...] If language is indeed the native tongue of narrative, the narrativity of pictures and music is not a feature original to these media but a relatively late attempt on their part to emulate the cognitive template that language activates so efficiently. The limited storytelling ability of pictures and music doesn’t mean, however, that they cannot make original contributions to the formation of narrative meaning. The affordances of language, pictures, and music complement each other, and when they are used together in multichannel media, each of them builds a different facet of the total imaginative experience: language through its logic and its ability to model the human mind, pictures through their immersive spatiality, and music through its atmosphere-creating and emotional power.

Marie-Laure Ryan, from Avatars of Story

#marie laure ryan #avatars of story #nonfiction #essays #on narrative #on materiality #2021 reads #2021 undergraduate thesis sources

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princess-josie-riki · 6 years

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Josie (me): “Krash, Werner. Werner, Krash.”

Krash: “What in the world is this?”

Josie: “He’s my boyfriend, you intolerant fool.”

Krash: “Whoa! Pump the hate breaks, Mary Poppins. I’m just surprised anyone would date you. Especially Jerry from Tom and Jerry.”

#persona #gogoriki #smeshariki #kikoriki #pogoriki #krosh #krash #Cuphead #cuphead: don't deal with the devil #chddwtd #werner werman #oc x canon #crossover #deadpool reference #mary poppins reference #tom and jerry reference #random post

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kemetic-dreams · 5 years

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A slave name is the personal name given by others to an enslaved person, or a name inherited from enslaved ancestors. The modern use of the term applies mostly to African Americans and West Indians who are descended from enslaved Africans who retain their name given to their ancestors by the enslavers.

Changing from a slave name to a name embodying an African identity became common after emancipation in the 1960s by those in the African diaspora in the Americas seeking a reconnection to their African cultural roots

A number of African-Americans and Afro-Caribbeans have changed their names out of the belief that the names they were given at birth were slave names. An individual's name change often coincides with a religious conversion (Muhammad Ali changed his name from Cassius Clay, Malcolm X from Malcolm Little, and Louis Farrakhan changed his from Louis Eugene Walcott, for example) or involvement with the black nationalist movement (e.g., Amiri Baraka and Assata Shakur).

Some organizations encourage African-Americans to abandon their slave names. The Nation of Islam is perhaps the best-known of them. In his book, Message to the Blackman in America, Nation of Islam leader Elijah Muhammad writes often of slave names. Some of his comments include:

"You must remember that slave-names will keep you a slave in the eyes of the civilized world today. You have seen, and recently, that Africa and Asia will not honor you or give you any respect as long as you are called by the white man's name."

"You are still called by your slave-masters' names. By rights, by international rights, you belong to the white man of America. He knows that. You have never gotten out of the shackles of slavery. You are still in them."

The black nationalist US Organization also advocates for African-Americans to change their slave names

Assata Olugbala Shakur (born JoAnne Deborah Byron; July 16, 1947, sometimes referred to by her married surname Chesimard) is a former member of the Black Liberation Army, who was convicted of the first-degree murder of State Trooper Werner Foerster during a shootout on the New Jersey Turnpike in 1973. Shakur was also the target of the FBI's COINTELPRO program, a counterintelligence program directed towards Black Liberation groups and activists

Afeni Shakur (born Alice Faye Williams; January 10, 1947 – May 2, 2016) was an American activist and businesswoman who was the mother of American rapper and actor Tupac Shakur.

Chaka Adunne Aduffe Yemoja Hodarhi Karifi Khan. Yvette Marie Stevens (born March 23, 1953), better known by her stage name Chaka Khan, is an American singer, songwriter and musician. Her career has spanned nearly five decades, beginning in the 1970s as the lead vocalist of the funk band Rufus. Khan received public attention for her vocals and image. Known as the Queen of Funk,Khan was the first R&B artist to have a crossover hit featuring a rapper, with "I Feel for You" in 1984. Khan has won ten Grammys and has sold an estimated 70 million records worldwide.

Mutulu Shakur (born Jeral Wayne Williams; August 8, 1950) is an American activist and former member of the Black Liberation Army, sentenced to sixty years in prison for his alleged involvement in a 1981 robbery of a Brinks armored truck in which a guard and two police officers were killed. Shakur was politically active as a teen with the Revolutionary Action Movement (RAM) and later the black separatist movement the Republic of New Afrika. He was stepfather to the late rap artist Tupac Shakur.

Sekou Odinga (born Nathanial Burns) is an American activist who was imprisoned for actions with the Black Liberation Army in the 1960s and 1970s. In 1965, Sekou joined the Organization of Afro-American Unity (OAAU), founded by Malcolm X. After Malcolm's death the OAAU was not going in the direction he wanted and in 1967 he was looking at the Black Panther Party. In early 1968 he helped build the Bronx Black Panther Party. On January 17, 1969 two Panthers had been killed by members of Organization Us (a rival Black Nationalist group) and a fellow New York Panther who was in police custody was brutally beaten. Sekou was informed that police were searching for him in connection with a police shooting. At that point, Sekou joined the black underground with the Black Liberation Army.

Yafeu Akiyele Fula (October 9, 1977 – November 10, 1996), better known by his stage name Yaki Kadafi, was an American rapper, and a founder and member of the rap groups Outlawz and Dramacydal. Kadafi's parents, Yaasmyn Fula and Sekou Odinga, were both members of the Black Panther Party. Fula and Tupac Shakur's mother, Afeni Shakur, were close friends, and Kadafi and Tupac were friends until their deaths in 1996.

Louis Farrakhan Sr. ( born Louis Eugene Walcott; May 11, 1933), formerly known as Louis X, is an American minister who is the leader of the religious group Nation of Islam (NOI), which the Southern Poverty Law Center describes as a black nationalist group. Previously, he served as the minister of mosques in Boston and Harlem and had been appointed National Representative of the Nation of Islam by former NOI leader Elijah Muhammad.

Sundiata Acoli (born January 14, 1937, as Clark Edward Squire) is a former member of the Black Panther Party and the Black Liberation Army. He was sentenced to life in prison in 1974 for murdering a New Jersey state trooper

Prince. Abdul-Rahman ibn Ibrahima Sori (Arabic: عبد الرحمن ابن ابراهيم سوري‎) (1762–1829) was a Fula nobleman and Amir (commander or governor) who was captured in the Fouta Jallon region of Guinea, West Africa, and sold to slave traders in the United States in 1788.[1] Upon discovering his noble lineage, his owner Thomas Foster began referring to him as "Prince",[2] a title he kept until his final days. After spending 40 years in slavery, he was freed in 1828 by order of U.S. President John Quincy Adams and Secretary of State Henry Clay, after the Sultan of Morocco requested his release.

Omowale or Malcolm X (May 19, 1925 – February 21, 1965) was an American Muslim minister and human rights activist who was a popular figure during the civil rights movement. He is best known for his controversial advocacy for the rights of blacks; some consider him a man who indicted white America in the harshest terms for its crimes against black Americans, while others accused him of preaching racism and violence. He has been called one of the greatest and most influential African Americans in history.

Born Malcolm Little in Omaha, Nebraska, he spent his teenage years living in a series of foster homes following his father's death and his mother's hospitalization. Little engaged in several illicit activities, and was eventually sentenced to ten years in prison in 1946 for larceny and breaking and entering. In prison, he joined the Nation of Islam (NOI) and changed his name to Malcolm X because, he later wrote, Little was the name that "the white slavemaster ... had imposed upon [his] paternal forebears". After being paroled in 1952, he quickly became one of the organization's most influential leaders.

Expressing many regrets about his time with them, which he had come to regard as largely wasted, he instead embraced Sunni Islam. Malcolm X then began to advocate for racial integration and disavowed racism after completing Hajj, whereby he also became known as el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz

Tupac Amaru Shakur; born Lesane Parish Crooks, June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996), also known by his stage names 2Pac and Makaveli, was an American rapper and actor.He is considered by many to be one of the greatest rappers of all time. Much of Shakur's work has been noted for addressing contemporary social issues that plagued inner cities, and he is considered a symbol of resistance and activism against inequality

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (born Ferdinand Lewis Alcindor Jr.; April 16, 1947) is an American retired professional basketball player who played 20 seasons in the National Basketball Association (NBA) for the Milwaukee Bucks and the Los Angeles Lakers. During his career as a center, Abdul-Jabbar was a record six-time NBA Most Valuable Player (MVP), a record 19-time NBA All-Star, a 15-time All-NBA selection, and an 11-time NBA All-Defensive Team member. A member of six NBA championship teams as a player and two more as an assistant coach, Abdul-Jabbar twice was voted NBA Finals MVP. In 1996, he was honored as one of the 50 Greatest Players in NBA History. NBA coach Pat Riley and players Isiah Thomas and Julius Erving have called him the greatest basketball player of all time

Muhammad Ali (/ɑːˈliː/; born Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr.;January 17, 1942 – June 3, 2016) was an American professional boxer, activist, and philanthropist. Nicknamed "The Greatest," he is widely regarded as one of the most significant and celebrated sports figures of the 20th century and as one of the greatest boxers of all time.

Kwame Ture (/ˈkwɑːmeɪ ˈtʊəreɪ/; born Stokely Standiford Churchill Carmichael, June 29, 1941 – November 15, 1998) was a prominent American socialist organizer in the civil rights movement in the United States and the global Pan-African movement. Born in Trinidad, he grew up in the United States from the age of 11 and became an activist while attending Howard University. He eventually developed the Black Power movement, first while leading the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC), later serving as the "Honorary Prime Minister" of the Black Panther Party (BPP), and lastly as a leader of the All-African People's Revolutionary Party (A-APRP).

Amiri Baraka (born Everett LeRoi Jones; October 7, 1934 – January 9, 2014), previously known as LeRoi Jones and Imamu Amear Baraka, was an American writer of poetry, drama, fiction, essays and music criticism. He was the author of numerous books of poetry and taught at several universities, including the State University of New York at Buffalo and the State University of New York at Stony Brook. He received the PEN/Beyond Margins Award, in 2008 for Tales of the Out and the Gone

As long as you around here wearing the white men’s name bragging about this so called democracy, you will always be looked down up, by the rest of the world-Malcom X

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