#bruh guys i know there are a lot of bad cops but tom is not one of those

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

If I see one more post trashing on the Sonic movies just because they're not like the games and because of the human characters I'm going to explode and then punt the sun itself into their faces

GUUUYYYSSSSS. THERE'S THIS MAGIC THING CALLED A MULTIVERSE. THE SONIC MOVIES ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THE GAMES, THEY ARE IN AN ENTIRELY SEPARATE UNIVERSE. YOU SHOULD NOT BE JUDGING THEM BASED ON HOW WELL THEY FOLLOW THE GAME CANON, BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT THE GAMES. THE MOVIES AND THE GAMES CAN COEXIST AS SEPARATE UNIVERSES OF THE SAME CHARACTERS LIVING THEIR LIVES IN DIFFERENT WAYS, MKAY??

Once you accept this I can almost guarantee you'll be a much happier fan. I can testify. 😘

Sonic Wachowski ≠ Game!Sonic. Because they grew up in different environments and around different people in different circumstances, and that changed the way they turned out. I believe that if Wachowski grew up the same way Game! did, he would've turned out like Game! did. I also believe that if Game! grew up the same way Wachowski did, he would've turned out like Wachowski did. The core of this character is the same. In both the movies and the games, he's the fastest thing alive, he LOVES running, he loves his friends, he loves chili dogs, he loves living, and he will fight for what he believes is right. 💙

Just take into account the different worlds, the different lives, the different influences, and the fact that the movies are not trying to imitate the games (I thought this was obvious from day 1?) and it'll be a lot more fun in this fandom for you. In fact, you'll find you're a lot happier when you're actually taking time to love and appreciate the things you're interested in rather than just nitpicking about everything. 👌😜

And if you don't like the movies, you can kindly leave them be as well as all those of us who DO enjoy the movies. If you only like the games, stick to the games. 💙

[david-box]

Succession 3x08 liveblog

It just got uploaded to moviesjoy.to if you're a cop btw. I think someone JUST uploaded it bc it's 11:57 AM here.

Or maybe it'll work on 123moviesday for no fucking reason. Not that I'm ungrateful, lol

Weird, different music. Hm.

Logan being nice? Weird. Ah, okay lol. Logan finally turning the media tanker around. Why is shiv working from home? Or calling off, lol.

Logan watching is so fucking funny lmao. I was gonna say Shiv and Kendall piping up was funny.

I do NOT blame Shiv for not giving a shit. Roman just burning two bridges at once and Shiv not defending Tom :-(

Kendall shaving his head is horrible in universe but out universe the fact they chose this with his flat tone as their "Kendall is spiralling" signal is kind of funny. Why is Catherine nervous? She was unflappable last wedding. Op, there it is. Kendall is very dramatic and no way he wants to be in the same room as his dad.

What the fuck is a full fat pope. "Very religious." Ahahaha. Connor has a journalist asking questions? Laurie or however his name is spelled looks nice.

Roman you're so funny right now but dick pics? Really? He really is under pressure but this expression is so funny ahahaha.

"trim the fat" nursing homes. Nursing homes?? Bruh. Glad she recognized he's awful.

Ahahaha Roman throwing the wine. Comfry throwing very plot important things we don't know about yet with one thing do know about. What is she cursing at?

Tom is so fucking funny no wonder he married Shiv they're so snippy together. Greg do not fucking play the date ladder game you Machiavelli fuck it's funny but don't. Tom and Shiv are cute together.

The man is just going to Macau I think honestly. Roman actually called him. What are Kendall and Mom saying. Okay, that answer came quick, like the rest. Wow.

Connor what is the fucking question?? Don't propose Connor what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. Babe. Babe. Babe. Bro. Bruh. Dude. Dude. Dude. Dude. Dude. Dude. Dude. Dude. dude. Dude. Bro.

He's High y'all. I agree with Roman but the stock thing might be bad. Roman throwing Shiv into mom's road lmao.

So onion wants Logan. Wouldn't it be funny if nevermind nevermind let's just have it out.

Nail WHAT Kendall? 8 PM for dinner??? Wear a stab vest lmaooo. I know Logan telling Roman to fuck off isn't serious but it felt like it. Also, is EVERYONE wearing heels? Willa isn't. They're so obviously rich and partying.

Catherine went into You we're a shitty daughter TM very quick. Just with one "you're heartless" remark. That's a horrible thing to say Catherine. Fuck.

Mattson shouldn't ignore the calls. Wouldn't it be funny if Roman DID fuck Laurie though.

Kendall why did you go past the kitchen??? Oh, this is about a meal list. So petty. So petty. So petty so petty. Interesting that - nevermind Kendall poisoned him or is trying to torture him. I was gonna say it was interesting that Logan said talking about things is =/= being civil.

Hes making Iverson eat it lmao ahahhaa. Poor Iverson. I'll be broken when you die says the already broken man.

Kendall taking the cash out? "Premium payout" bro asking a lot. Logan doesn't know what he really wants. He's just giving up? Is this for real. Jesus Christ. "I'm better than you" dude.

Dude. I think Kendall is real about this. He isn't a good guy and Logan could - yep there it is. You aren't a good guy bc of the kid.

Is Logan crying?? Now he won't let him "out" ever. Logan Roy may want an honest conversation but refuses to let it.

Shiv realizes she has to work for it. They're manic together honest to God. Shiv I don't think this is the right sex talk. This is much fun. Ahhahahaha! Don't say that?? Too close to home? Oh God is he getting off on it?? I think this is like. Up there. For bad reasons to fuck someone. Shiv knew she has to earn that president spot and I hope she does as much as ATN is evil and vile. Back to Logan, he really seemed hurt.

Is Greg attempting to flirt with this lady via his watch. Jesus Christ. He literally thought she was a princess. Oh, she is.

Is this Tom and Shiv getting. Better? I'm happy for these evil assholes. Shiv has to pay attention to his hurt and she ... Kinda is? Not really. They're gonna divorce.

Hey, she said embryos! He said that in season 1. Aw. 10 yrs is a lot but he really wants her like. Pregnant. Shiv what does that mean. At least she's trying. I can appreciate it. Insert growth gif.

Roman slapping his hand is so funny. So what's going on with Matson? Freaking out over fame? Roman hasn't been emotionally close more than like 2x this season. Matson wants to self destruct. Interesting. Maybe Roman sees Kendall and himself in Matson right now.

Dude the tweet was him being high. Okay nevermind. What better deal could Matson want? Also, now that we're watching Logan drive to new classical music, can Logan stop Roman from getting out?

Roman has very good intuition but getting doubt. Will he push through? Logan not saying no asap??? Wow. Shiv switching sides. Poor Gerri. Wow. And she wanted this. Oh, a compliment. Wouldn't it be funny if Roman sent Logan a dick pic? Ahhahahaha he did. He did. He did. He did. He did. He did. He did.

Abahhahabba

Ahahhahahhahahaha ahhahahhahahaha ahahhahaba. Romans face. I'm almost to tears.

Shiv revealing Romans shtick to Gerri. Shiv throwing BOTH under the bus. Fuck. That yell scared me.

Ahhahaha Roman lying so bad it's funny. Just here's my dick. This episode cannot get funnier. Is Roman gonna fire himself for Gerri? Jesus Christ.

Gerri seeing right through Shiv. But Shiv is very very insistant. Jesus Christ she's fucking evil. What's with Kendall. Besides depression. the one thing about this show is that it either sets things up to be immediately predictable and hilarious or a rube Gomberg machine of unmet psychiatric treatment that won't get revealed or even hinted at for another 8 episodes.

What the fuck happened to Rose, who is Connor's mom, what did Logan do to Ewan, answer me dammit.

[bartenderhell]

You Always Remember Your First

Not your first bar fight. At least, I can’t at the moment. What I do remember is the first time I fucked up when it came to a fight in the bar. I thought of nicer, more delicate ways to put it. But my core group of friends are torn on the acceptable use of the term “shit the bed”. I’ve got only one on my side, with two vehemently opposed. Several members’ opinions of have not be officially logged. Updates on said issue to be determined at a later date. 

This was early in my time working at what was the only bar of it’s kind at the time in town: A nightclub. The license in my wallet still had that “New Driver’s License Smell” from turning 21 the previous October. It was December when douche bags of Christmas Past flow in town sporadically to visit their douche bags roots like the swallows to Capistrano. I only mention the month because it will come in to play later.

This was real early into my time working in a bar, but I’d taken to it hard. Not the business, mind you. I’ve never had to worry about crunching numbers; making sure that margins are correct and there’s enough for payroll for the week and trying to figure out how the place goes through so much Polish Brandy and Bacardi all the time. (Oh, yeah, I drank the rum. But you all drank the Polish with me! 

What I took to was the shit in the trenches. I learned about how to bar back (the most under appreciated job in the industry ever, you da real MVPs), how to check IDs, and most importantly all of the specialty drinks. 

*SIDENOTE: Yes, I Think I remember the recipe for the Flintstones Push-up But you can’t hold me to it.

The point is, I was still pretty damn green in the grand scheme of every god damn thing.

Yet, on the night in question, I was somewhat left to my own devices. 

I’d been entrusted to the backbar. To be assigned the backbar was kind of death sentence, cash wise. Here, it was every bar man and woman for themselves; every tip was yours and yours alone. Your bartender just spent an ungodly amount of time making three...THREE!!! afore mentioned Flintstone Push Ups at Last Call when he’s three deep on customers? When he ain’t gonna get a red nickle from it?! Such is life. But yeah, you take care of the feet on the floor because that’s what you do. 

But the backbar...yeah, that’s where the waitresses go to get their drinks because the people up front are too damn busy making bank that you can’t even get through the people to get to a bartender. Sure, most of them will tip you out if they had a good night or a bad night. Some never do.

The only appeal to working the back bar is to schmooze. You don’t have to worry about trying to flair it up behind the bar like Tom Cruise. And that’s a good thing because you never learned to juggle and it’s not just juggling, there’s some physics involved because there’s varying amount of liquid depending on what bottle you grab and what not. Having depth perception also helps in these situations.

My depth perception sucks. Moving on.

You can’t juggle, but you can try and mack on the ladies, son. The night in question I had two that I was chatting up. 

Again, this is not to make myself look good in this story. Far from it. For the fairer sex are many a young man’s undoing.

It was probably around midnight, as memory serves. The place had several security guys, as the place was a notorious hot spot for altercations and minors to attempt to infiltrate as kids are wont to do. 

Coincidentally, I started drinking in pretty much all of the local bars when I was a minor because everyone that staffed those bars knew where I worked and assumed I was of age. Who was I to argue with them?

The door guys were supposed to rotate regularly so that there was at least one positioned close to the dance floor at all times. 

Supposed to.

On this particular night in December, at the moment when I’m trying to look cool in front of a couple of ladies, either the rotation failed or one dude went to the head because a fight broke out in the middle of the dance floor and no one paid to take care of it was there to do anything about it.

Now you might think that means the Door Guys, the security guys. Their job is to make sure that nothing happens and only them. That’s not how I was raised. From day one at that place it was ingrained upon you that your barback stayed behind the bar to protect the inventory, you went on the floor to assist the Door Guys.

And no. No fight i have ever been in ever has been like in Roadhouse. No. I don’t care if your sister’s friend was there and saw it. 

And not at that other bar, either.

Anyway...

The dance floor is undefended when the DJ called out for help from the bar staff for a problem on the floor. There are two girls at my station. I can’t impress them with my speed behind the bar or an ability to juggle. I’m stuck there with my questionable wit and c

And my adrenaline is already up when the calls comes out across the sky that there’s a doins transpirin’. 

What else am I going to but go take care of some shit, right?

The only good thing I did was separate the two dudes. One dudes was trying to throw a bunch of  really punches, that’s what I remember, anyway. What I will always remember. I remember that for some dumb, fool ass reason, my first instinct was--

I do not know shit about fighting. Not really. I didn’t wrestle. I never boxed. I never studies any art, martial otherwise.

--try and put him in a headlock. 

After that there was flurry of action. The guy whom I tried to grab was pried from my grasp and my face was getting hit a lot. I ended up on the floor with my feet up; some guy had me in a scissor lock.

“I FUCKING WORK HERE!”

“Huh. Oops, sorry, bruh.”

My uniform shirt was ripped, my eye was swelling, and not nearly as hurt as my pride when I later sat at top of the stairs of the inner sanctum. It was bad enough two girls saw me shit the bed, although one tried to nurse my wounds backstage, but the one who was nursing me saw me get a dressing down from the local cops about exactly how I had shit the bed.

if you recall earlier, I mentioned that this happened in December. In fact, it was the Saturday night before the College Christmas celebration at the end of term. I was in the school’s premier show choir and had to perform. One of the girls I was wooing showed up an hour early with her brand new Mary Kay make up kit and a burgeoning theater kid’s passion.