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[trevorxparrish]

The thing about Trevor's work is that he does most of it on his own—if not all. People could say that he has the luxury of hiring people, but finding said people with a similar vision as his has been complicated to say the least. And with this project specifically, he doesn't want anyone causing distraction. He'll cut when he feels like cutting in the editing room. He likes the intimacy of interviewing people one on one. Obviously, he has made some exceptions, but most people feel more comfortable talking and revealing things without so many eyes on them.

It's actually why he's interviewing Elijah from the comfort of the actor's home. With everything set up he starts to record from multiple angles at the same time. "Shall we continue?" He pauses because it's always easier this way for editing. "Saying you are a well seasoned actor might be an understatement. Yet, some critiques who don't like your acting methods have said on multiple occasions that you should retire; even if those performances landed you nominations and sometimes trophies. You have haters that nitpick at everything you do and sometimes even fans that love you too much. You have remained out of major scandals throughout your career and away from the Coviwood life. And while ageing has stopped many actors to move forward, here you are at almost sixty, still doing roles that rising actors dream of and still doing your own stunt. You've faced all challenges thrown at you, so I must ask, at this point in your career, what do you believe is the most challenging aspect of being an actor?"

@undercoverhunter-elijah

[simonhbishop]

@prismatiiicx​

The Gala isn't over yet - about an hour and a half to go - but the full moon is tomorrow, and after actively searching for the woman, until he'd managed to find someone with the information he needed about the guests; Simon is made aware that Ellie didn't show up. This is enough to worry him. The wolf excuses himself with his staff, but he knows they won't miss him, and gets to his SUV car to drive to the shewolf's place. 

He knocks softly on the door, before he says— "Ellie it's Simon. Please, come out and come with me. You shouldn't be alone right now. We'll go back to my place, alright?!" She must be hypersensitive right now, that's why he tries to remain as calm and quiet as possible.

[yoonxminho]

@cassidy-mcgraw

Does he have a God complex? Maybe. But in truth, Minho simply cannot accept that others get to end their life when he couldn't. He's sure this is why he became this—divine punishment for trying to end it sooner than his time. It's almost been two decades now and the pain of losing Alice still lingers on. He tries not to think about their child... the one that was stolen by his wife's murderers. And here he is now, in Covaire City, being a paramedic for selfish reasons. Because no one can die before him. No one dies on his watch.

He gets out of the ambulance, already annoyed by the people not understanding the meaning of giving them space, and far more invested in using people's misery as clout. How shameful and despicable. And there, as people refuses to step back and drop their phone, he shamelessly, yet subtly, uses compulsion to make them either leave or clear the path———works like a charm. And there, he starts moving fast to immobilise the woman and assess her case. With her name, he smiles at her warmly. "Hello Fiona. I'm Minho, and don't worry you'll be fine. You just need to calm down and breathe slowly. Can you do that for me?" Had he compelled her to do so, yes, does he regret it? No. Not at all. Her car is still burning behind them, completely ruined by the tree. How she survived is some kind of miracle.

He stands up once he's sure she'll be fine, assessing the rest of the scene, and taking care of everyone else that got unwillingly involved in the accident. Once he's sure the other paramedics can deal with the rest, he searches for the higher ranking officer to give them his report. "Sir. Here's my primarily report. The detailed one will come after we've dropped everyone that needs it at the hospital. Do you have any questions for me before I go?"

[angelofdumpsterfires]

presented without comment

[jesncin]

"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!

[golyadkin]

Sons Of The Labyrinth or The Things Our Fathers Do To Us

[shubbabang]

[dayvan]

from 2014

[shitty-check-please-aus]

What we need to do is convince all the disney adults in america that high speed rail would be a preferable way of getting to disneyworld compared to driving or flying. We could maybe harness their fondness for the monorail or something, but this is a group of people that has time, income, and passion that we could leverage. If we could direct 5% of the enthusiasm they have for limited edition popcorn buckets into calling their representatives and demanding high-speed interstate rail, we could get it by 2030

[nymph1e]

On Discomfort and Morality

My father finds gay men uncomfortable.

He's told me before that it's like a knee-jerk for him. Something he doesn't consciously control. He sees two men behaving romantically, and his body reacts with mild discomfort.

In the 1960s, when he was in high school, most of the boys in his form thought he was gay on the simple fact that he wasn't homophobic. He wouldn't participate in insulting queer people, he didn't care if someone was gay, he wouldn't have a problem hanging out with gay people. So people thought he was gay. That's how prevalent homophobia was in his formative years.

When I was 10, my dad told me very seriously that Holmes and Watson were gay. That it was obvious from the literature and the time period that they were meant to be a gay couple. When I was 14 and I came out to my parents as bi, when my mum was upset my dad ripped into her for it. Told her that she was being stupid, that it was my life to live how I wanted to and that she needed to get over herself.

My dad formed my views on censorship: that being that it was completely ridiculous and thoroughly evil. He didn't believe in censorship of any kind. If I asked him a question about sex, he answered it honestly. When I was 12 and I asked him about homosexuality, still young and uncertain, he told me that there was nothing wrong with it. That it was just how some people were. That there was likely an evolutionary reason for it. And that for some people it was uncomfortable on an instinctual level.

He taught me that just because you're uncomfortable with something, doesn't make it wrong. He also taught me that most people don't understand this.

I see a lot of this on the internet as of the last few years. The anti shipping movement, the terf movement, the anti ace movement. It all stems from discomfort that people have crossed wires into believing means wrong. Really every -ism and -phobia out there stems from this same fundamental aspect of humanity.

The next time you see something and you automatically think it's disgusting, or wrong, or immoral, I invite you to ask yourself: is this actually wrong or does this just make me uncomfortable?

[trevorxparrish]

―Ostara Festival 3

@undercoverhunter-elijah​

Nothing. Actually, nothing else than rage. That’s all there’s left inside the elysian. He’d been so good at keeping his instances of extreme rage at bay, but then, that one older wolf civilian hadn’t taken kindly to getting his ass handed to him by an ex-civilian. Thus, resulting in him pursuing Trevor into the West Side to provoke him. At first, the elysian had brushed it off, feeling like it wasn’t worth it, but then, the wolf had insulted his family’s legacy, mocked the dead, and punched the back of his head.

Trevor has been completely out of it since that hit, but what someone from the outside is privy to, it’s the sight of a literal angel of death, bashing the civilian’s body all over the place. Trevor is completely out of control, and deaf to the whimpered pleas and apologies of the wolf civilian.

[simonhbishop]

@prismatiiicx​​

Simon chuckles on the phone. “Of course! I can meet Miss Warr on my own. I’ll let her know you had a family emergency.” The wolf tells his customer, who had just called him to quite literally beg him to still meet up with the interior designer even though he wouldn’t be able to attend. In truth, Simon always prefers to meet those on his own the first time, but some customers are just a bit more controlling. Though this one is quite nice.

Just as he’s about to hang up, the door at the entrance of Bishop Carpentry opens and he sees a familiar face. For a brief moment, the wolf wonders how she’d found him without his last name, but then sees what she’s carrying and realises that she’s the interior designer. What a bloody coincidence! He goes to greet her with a large grin. “Miss Warr I presume?!” He extends his hand to her, teasing twinkle in his eyes as he does so.

Though, as he takes a deep breath, something catches his attention, and the carpenter frown. “Y-you’re a wolf———” The scent is somewhat faint, like a newly triggered wolf who hasn’t gone through their first shift. How the hell this that happened...

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[halfelven]

car conversations so good bc of removal of eye contact expectation. let us all learn from this

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.