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Know your double, a doppelgänger field guide - John Martz

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sophie b hawkins by david lachapelle

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PONYO 2008, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

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Inherent Vice (2014) dir. Paul Thomas Anderson

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i didn’t even bother finishing this season :/ wild to think about the difference a couple of years makes

To be completely fair the writing was never good, but was there a significant difference this season?

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admittedly i haven’t watched the entire season, but i’m getting the feeling that favreau and filoni have just strayed too far off course for my liking than what the show originally was, and i can see them trying to almost like marvel-ize it by using the book of boba fett as a set up for mando s3, focusing heavily on other characters, etc. overall i don’t have super coherent thoughts on it and truthfully i’m not even mad about it. just a little bummed. (ps. glad you see you back on my dash)

Did you go in with any kind of expectation at all, or were you already expecting a type of marvelly cash-grab? Just curious as to how a fan base falls out of love with a story, and what made them fall in love with it in the first place.

Glad to be back.

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Do you think there was a genuine concern and hard work put into plot, character and themes? Or did the things that worked just seem like happy accidents?

heard the new season sucks ass. there’s no way I’ll watch it, but I would love to hear your thoughts about it.

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heard the new season sucks ass. there’s no way I’ll watch it, but I would love to hear your thoughts about it.

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What the FUCK is this show about

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this is me begging you to go back to rule maker rule breaker like i am fully crying in bed rn you are so talented

Thank you for reading! I do still take my swings at that story every now and then, in my free time when I’m not being crushed by Life.

Attached, out of context evidence:

You smiled at him. You’d practiced.

You’d die before admitting it, but you’d practiced smiling for him since he'd left. People often commented on your smile—at best, they’d say that it was mischievous; at worst, evil. That’s not how you wanted to smile at him once he came back, but you’d never learned any other way.

You wanted to give him a smile that said: Welcome home.

It was the smile you’d practiced daily in front of the fresher mirror. It was the warm, timid smile you brandished right now. You hoped he could see it in the low light. You hoped it made him feel warm, like sinking into a hot bath or eating a freshly cooked meal. Like—well. Like coming home. That’s what this was all about. Making him feel at home.

He sighed and stepped off the stool. “Sorry. Could I…?” He looked around your cramped loft. It was funny, how he could seem so lost in such a small space. “I’m exhausted. Could I lay down somewhere?”

“Oh, I—of course. Sorry, I should’ve realized. Of course.” You grabbed his hand and guided him the staggering three steps toward your bed. Your new bed. You’d splurged on the largest, fluffiest mattress you’d been able to afford. It took up half the space of your apartment and those piece of shit Jawas had priced it like Senator Amidala herself had perished upon that thread count, but it was worth it.

For him, it was worth it.

He lay down. You lay next, facing him. He didn’t take off the helmet, and you wondered how dark it would have to get before he felt safe enough to do it. You ached to kiss him. Instead, he kept toying with something between his fingers, rolling it. You reached for his hand and found that metal ball the kid used to play with. You grabbed it and dropped it on the nightstand next to the bed.

“I can’t believe you’re back,” you whispered. “I can’t believe we can finally… begin.”

“Begin what?” he murmured.

You laughed. “Well. Our lives.”

He didn’t reply for a long moment. You assumed he’d fallen asleep. But, just in case he hadn’t, just in case he was still staring at you, you held the smile you’d practiced for him.

You held it until your face hurt.

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365 Movies Challenge #257; The Asphalt Jungle (1950) dir. John Huston: “People are being cheated, robbed, murdered, raped. And that goes on 24 hours a day, every day in the year. And that’s not exceptional, that’s usual. It’s the same in every city in the modern world. But suppose we had no police force, good or bad. Suppose we had… just silence. Nobody to listen, nobody to answer. The battle’s finished. The jungle wins. The predatory beasts take over.“

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I have polls and a burning desire for answers....

AKA I've been doing a big book of crossword puzzles and I wanna see if anyone does their E's the same way as me.

Bonus/Extra credit question !!!

If you do,--or have ever done--crossword puzzles, (in a language/alphabet that has upper and lower cases) do you fill in the answers using capital or lowercase letters?

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Megan Arkenberg

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December 16, 1930 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

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Floating face down in a blank word document file, while not physically possible, is nevertheless a tangible authorial state.