#corey 01

[devayx]

Yarrow considered the offer about accepting only the men they all liked and ok, fair, there were some exceptions to be made and sadly her misandry couldn't pay the bills. "Alright I see your point, we will only let one kind of people enter and that's the kind that don't make wanna punch a hole in walls," she took another long gulp of beer and shrugged in reply, shaking off the remnants of stress from her shift.

"Let's not go back to the vers debate we'll be there for hours, and I don't know if Andrea's home I'd have to text her, so it's just us," she listened with a quiet smile and looked around to see if the group of very identifiable queer cool people was still tere at the back of the room, but it seemed they had already left, so she looked back at Corey, "There was this cute long island ice tea drinker who was stealing some glances at you but I thought you had noticed, maybe you're losing your touch, what's wrong, are you ok?" She asked half-jokingly, feigning amused concern.

"No men allowed is a little harsh, Yarrow. How about only men we like allowed?" Corey knew good men; their uncle Eddie, Mateo, Jin. Spence and Az, while not strictly men, fell on the spectrum of masculinity, and Corey would trust them with their life. The people in Corey's life were proof that it was possible to do better, which only made the guys that chose to still be annoying little scumbags all the more infuriating."

Corey had a very particular sense of humor; blunt and coarse. You didn't get to hang out with them for very long before you were exposed to it. Yarrow was used to it by now, and had chosen to claim Corey as her friend anyway, so she'd set herself up for the banter. "Oh, careful everyone. Yarrow is coming at me with the vers claims. Sweetheart, nobody is believing that, but it's cute that you try." Corey gave a small shrug as they sipped their drink. "Do I look like the kinda guy who plans? Just hanging out, having some drinks, seeing what happens. Not all of us have a longterm girlfriend to go home to." They glanced around the bar. "Why? You got someone picked out for me?"

[thisisrealy2kok]

Corey Beaman - Rpm vs Psw (2001)

[hearthandhallows]

Closed starter for Corey (@innocentcurse)

Location: The Closet

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  The bell above the door jingled as Hana strolled into the thrift shop, already unwrapping a snack with one hand while the other trailed along the tops of a cluttered display shelf. The thrift shop smelled like old books, candle wax, and something a little floral - exactly the kind of cozy chaos they loved.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  Hana popped a piece of dried mango into their mouth, chewing happily as they meandered down an aisle full of mismatched trinkets. A tiny wooden ship in a bottle? Adorable. A porcelain cat missing an ear? Absolutely coming home with them. They hummed as they browsed, an old jazz melody winding its way out of their throat, soft at first but gradually louder the more they got lost in their own little world.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  Their fingers danced over a collection of odd salt shakers before picking up one shaped like a tiny cow. “Oh my god, you’re perfect,” they mumbled around their snack, voice carrying louder than they realized. Their humming resumed, paired with the occasional muffled lyric as they swayed in place. The original mission of the day? Find something to spark some inspiration for merch for Chasm. Hana always threw themselves headfirst into a passion project, and when Corey had asked if they felt like joining his new band, they said yes before he’d finished speaking. They knew that they were probably jumping the gun a bit, but they also didn’t care. They liked to have fun.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  As they perused the trinkets, they saw a familiar tuft of hair. Oh hell yeah, dude. They thought, shoving their basket behind them as they began sneaking up on the unsuspecting person. Once close enough, they shouted, "Corey!" and threw their arms around him, ignoring the tinkling of their basket and barely missing Corey's head with it. Craning their neck to look at them, they said, "Dude, no way? You lookin' for ideas for merch, too? I'm thinkin' a punk bands gotta have something crazy. Okay, not gonna lie, I got distracted by this little thing," they pulled the cow salt shaker from their basket, beaming at him. "Isn't this perfect. Now that I found you, we're so back in business. Whatcha doin'?"

[veilxstars]

Arjun chuckled softly, his eyes brightening at Corey’s dilemma. “Ah, the age-old Halloween conundrum! It’s a bit like being lost in a ghost story without the thrill of a good scare, isn’t it?” He leaned against the counter, his expression warm as he tried to think of what he could offer to the other. “Last year, I tried something a bit unconventional. I went as a ghost with a twist—dressed in an all white suit but with a microphone, calling myself ‘The Ghost of Radio Past.’ Quite the hit, but no one saw it because I was working that night.”

He paused, giving it a thought. “But if I were you, I might lean into something classic. A vampire, perhaps? You can never go wrong with a well-placed cape and some fake fangs. Just think of the endless opportunities for dramatic entrances.” He winked playfully. “And you can always raid the candy aisle for a bit of authenticity afterward. So, any ideas coming to mind, or should we keep brainstorming together?”

Open starter for @cardinalstart

Located in Hometown Grocers

Ringing up the customer's items, Corey found himself bored enough to feel brave enough to do more than just greet them and bid them farewell. "Aw man, this candy's the best," they commented on the Halloween candy that they were purchasing, his mind shifting to thoughts of the holiday due to the sight of it. "I'm totally stuck on what costume I should go with for Halloween, I've actually just got no idea. Are you dressing up as this year?" While Corey was genuinely interested in knowing, he was more interested in getting ideas for his own costume; while he wanted to try his best to come up with something original, he was completely clueless, and therefore he wouldn't have been able to promise them that his intentions weren't just to take inspiration from their plans, if they had any.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Winning coalitions aren't always governing coalitions

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/06/how-the-sausage-gets-made/#governing-is-harder

Winning an election is easier than it looks: all you have to do is convince a bunch of different groups that you will use power to achieve their desires. Bonus points if you can convince groups with mutually exclusive goals that you'll deliver for them – the coalition of "people who disagree about everything" is hard to assemble, but it sure is large!

Politically, a "conservative" is someone who believes that there is a small group of people who were born to rule, and a much larger group of people who were born to be ruled over. As Corey Robin writes in The Reactionary Mind, this is the one trait that unifies all the disparate strains of conservative thought: imperialists, monarchists, capitalists, white supremacists, misogynists, Christian nationalists, Hindu nationalists and supporters of Israeli genocide in Palestine:

https://coreyrobin.com/books/the-reactionary-mind/

These groups all agree that power should be hierarchical, that your position in a hierarchy is something you're born with, and that letting people who were "meant" to be at the bottom of the hierarchy rise to the top puts society so out of balance that it's actually a threat to human survival. That's why conservatives of all stripes get so furious about "DEI" – any kind of affirmative action program serves as a defective sorting hat, putting the incompetent and unsuitable into positions of power over other peoples' lives. It's why "DEI" is the go-to scapegoat for any kind of disaster, including giant ships crashing into bridges:

https://www.axios.com/local/salt-lake-city/2024/03/26/baltimore-bridge-dei-utah-lawmaker-phil-lyman-misinformation

But while conservatives all agree that some of us are born to be in charge and others are born to be bossed around by our innate superiors, they have irreconcilable differences about who is meant to be in charge. British imperialists who pine for the Raj have views that are fundamentally at odds with the views of Hindu nationalists. They're both "conservative" movements, but they're actually bitter enemies.

For a conservative movement to win power, it has to convince the people whom it would relegate to the bottom of the hierarchy to support that goal (AKA "getting turkeys to vote for Christmas"); and it must convince other conservatives that they will be able to establish a hierarchy that accommodates multiple, co-equal ruling elites.

The first tactic is well-established. LBJ summed it up neatly:

If you can convince the lowest white man he's better than the best colored man, he won't notice you're picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he'll empty his pockets for you.

The second one requires far more tactical thinking. Some elite groups are able to form coalitions by carving out exclusive zones: think of the friendly feeling among Modi, Orban, Erdogan, bin Salman, Trump, Milei, et al. These people all aspire to dictatorship, all espouse their superior blood – a source of personal and racial superiority – and hypothetically all believe that the world would be better if everyone (including their foreign counterparts) would take their orders.

One way to resolve this tension is to carve up the world geographically, which is why so many despots who seized power by promising to build ethno-states can co-exist with one another and even cheer one another on. Let Orban have Hungary, give Turkey to Erdogan, and let Bibi Netanyahu annex all of Gaza. Sure, in their hearts of hearts, each of these men secretly believe themselves to be racially and personally superior to the others, but so long as they all stay out of one another's turf, there's no reason to make a big deal out of that.

Another way to resolve this tension is to carve up the world temporally: think of the alliance between Christian nationalists and Israeli genocidiers. In the USA, "Christian Zionists" outnumber Jews who identify as Zionists:

https://www.trtworld.com/magazine/qanda-for-every-1-jewish-zionist-there-are-30-christian-zionists-and-netanyahu-exploits-this-15656249

But Christian Zionists aren't philosemites. They hate Jews and believe that we are all going to hell for murdering Christ. Their support for Israel isn't grounded in a belief in the necessity of a Jewish ethno-state – it arises out of the apocalyptic belief that Christ will return once Jews "return to the Holy Land" – albeit only briefly, before being cast into a lake of fire for all eternity.

Like British imperialists and the Hindu nationalists, Christian Zionists and Jewish Zionists are not on the same side. However, unlike British imperialists and Hindu nationalists, Christian Zionists and Jewish Zionists want the same thing…for a while. Both groups support the establishment of a Jewish entho-state in Israel, they just differ sharply as to what happens after that comes to pass. So long as they don't dwell on that moment in the future, they can stand shoulder to shoulder, fighting together for an Israeli state that operates with absolute US support and total international impunity.

Coalitions who defer the question of how they'll use power to after they've gained power are using time (rather than space) as a buffer that keeps their differences from smashing together until they shatter. But time and space aren't the only buffers for the differences between coalition partners – there's also class.

"Class" has been the most important, most useful buffer for conservativism since the Reagan revolution. Reagan came to power by forging an alliance with evangelicals, whose cult leaders had historically demanded that members focus their energies (and cash donations) on the church, while avoiding politics as "worldly."

Reagan promised the Christian right a bunch of culture war stuff – bans on abortion, punishment for uppity women and racial minorities, prayer in school, segregation academies, etc – that his financial backers frankly didn't give a shit about. By all means, let working class evangelicals homeschool their kids and teach them that the Earth is 5,000 years old, it doesn't matter to Wall Street, who will reap a giant tax-cut and also send their kids to private schools with rigorous curriculum. Bankers' wives and daughters will always be able to afford to fly out of state (or across the border) for abortion care, they will never die of AIDS in the charity wing of a community hospital, their daughters won't be trapped by bans on no-fault divorces.

For the past 40 years, American oligarchs and would-be oligarchs have entered into enthusiastic coalitions with virulently racist, sexist and homophobic groups, and maintained peace within their coalition by passing punitive, cruel laws that the rich can buy their way around. For many self-styled libertarians, the most important liberty is "not paying taxes" and this subordinates all other liberties, such that a "libertarian" will vote for a coalition whose platform promises to ban abortion, birth control, "interracial" marriage, and queer sex, so long as it also promises tax cuts. It's a weird kind of pro-freedom ideology that happily trades away (others') freedom for (your own) tax cuts:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/09/29/jubilance/#tolerable-racism

Remember, Trump's first CPAC speech was sponsored by Goproud, a group of "fiscally responsible" gay Republicans who believed in gay rights, sure, but not as much as they believed in getting so rich that even if poor gay people were ground into dust, they could float above it all:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GOProud

Class is the third buffer between the oligarchs of the right and the mass movement that provides the bulk for winning elections. After all, laws are for the little people, so by all means, we can promise – and even deliver – laws that we would never submit to, because we don't have to submit to them. This is Wilhoit's Law in action:

Conservatism consists of exactly one proposition, to wit: There must be in-groups whom the law protects but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_M._Wilhoit#Wilhoit's_law

In a hierarchical society, class separates groups of people just as rigidly as time and space, and is every bit as useful a buffer as the other two forces.

Until it isn't.

Eventually – once you've banned abortion, once you've taken all the "controversial" books out of the library, once you've made affirmative action illegal – you reach the layer of non-negotiable culture war demands that the rich can't buy their way out of.

Like immigration.

Let's start with this: immigration doesn't have to result in wage suppression. Couple immigration with strong unions and a muscular labor rights regime and workers do just great. The more the merrier! America needs workers of every kind. What's more, the unions and labor laws in America owe their existence to immigrant workers, so there's nothing about immigration that is necessarily incompatible with winning rights for workers.

But the possibility of importing some overseas union organizers isn't what motivates the finance wing of the conservative coalition to demand "guest-worker" programs like the H1B visa:

https://twitter.com/RobertMSterling/status/1873175206073626660

H1B visas are "non-immigrant" visas, meaning that they are designed not to offer any path to permanent residence or citizenship. You can live in the US for a long time on an H1B, but you are bound over to your employer like a serf bound to a feudal estate: if you lose your job, you lose your right to abide in the country. That can mean losing your house, your car, your kids' school and friends. It can cost your spouse their job, because if you're kicked out of the country, they might well leave along with you, rather than remain alone here.

H1B tech workers are the workers that tech-barons have dreamt of for decades. An H1B worker can't job-hop, and so needn't be lured to work with gourmet cafeterias, luxury gymnasiums, or other perks of the whimsical tech "campus." H1B workers can't quit if they don't like their stock-options packages:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/10/the-proletarianization-of-tech-workers/

Tech bosses hate tech workers, and they always have. It's not affection that causes Jeff Bezos to allow his coders to come to work with pink mohawks, facial piercings, and black t-shirts that say things their bosses don't understand, while his delivery drivers piss in bottles and his warehouse workers are injured at three times the national average. Jeff Bezos neither cherishes his coders' kidneys, nor is he especially hostile to delivery drivers' need to pee – he just squeezes any and every worker in any and every way he can.

Same for Tim Cook: the accomplishment that prompted Apple's board to elevate Cook to Steve Jobs' CEO office was the successful transfer of iPhone manufacturing to China. Specifically, Cook figured out how to work with his primary supplier, Foxconn, to create a working environment that produced reliable, precision-manufactured mobile devices, and all it took was creating a working environment so brutal that the company had to install suicide nets to catch the factory workers who couldn't stand it any longer:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2017/jun/18/foxconn-life-death-forbidden-city-longhua-suicide-apple-iphone-brian-merchant-one-device-extract

Apple's tech workers aren't worked to suicidal desperation, sure – but not because Tim Cook likes coders and hates factory workers. It's because he's afraid coders will quit, and he's not worried about replacing factory workers after they jump to their death.

The point of the H1B program is to create a tech workforce that bosses no longer have to fear. Recall that when Elon Musk took over Twitter and circulated a mandatory "extremely hardcore" pledge that demanded that workers promise to subordinate their health and wellbeing to his profits, it prompted a mass departure, with the notable exception of workers whose immigration status (and/or insurance for serious health issues) depended on their ongoing employment at Twitter:

https://www.theverge.com/2022/11/16/23462026/elon-musk-twitter-email-hardcore-or-severance

When Musk's cronies gloated about shedding 20% of Twitter's workforce on "day zero," the workers they had in mind were the ones who didn't fear their bosses and wouldn't frog when the investor class shouted jump. "Sharpen your blades, boys" means we're slicing off workers who are laboring under the misapprehension that they are entitled to a say in their working conditions:

https://techcrunch.com/2022/09/29/elon-musk-texts-discovery-twitter/

After all, America does not have a tech worker shortage. The US tech sector fired 260,000 skilled workers in 2023, and more than 150,000 were shown the door in 2024. When Musk and his fellow tech bosses complain that they need more "talent," what they mean is they need workers who are so terrified of being deported that they'll accept low wages, sleep under their desks, refuse to talk to union organizers, and, above all, do as they're told:

https://youtube.com/shorts/N0FkyXFhmpo?si=GCh6bFqd31prazhz

Trump won office by promising mutually exclusive outcomes to different parts of his coalition. To the nativists and bigots (and workers who'd bamboozled into thinking that their low salaries were the fault of other workers, not their bosses), he promised a halt to immigration. To the plutocrats, he promised a large and pliable workforce – of low-waged agricultural workers and of precarious H1B tech workers who'd discipline America's "entitled" tech workers:

https://prospect.org/labor/2025-01-02-president-musk-american-workers-h1b-visas/

Now, he has to figure out how to keep everyone happy. Literally: the Speakership of Congress is only nine votes away from collapsing at any time (and until last week, it was just one vote away), and without Congress, Trump's ability to govern will be severely curtailed (see, for example, 2018-2020).

Immigration isn't an issue like abortion: oligarchs can support abortion bans and still procure abortions when they need them. It's much harder to support an immigration ban and still procure precarious, low-waged workers for your business. It will take many years for American-born workers to be so brutalized and broken that they capitulate to the working conditions that American guest workers and undocumented workers accept, and bosses are impatient.

It's hard to put on a convincing performance of banning immigration, as the UK's New Labour discovered. In the years leading up to the 2010 election, Labour – under Blair and then Brown – made a big show of "cracking down on immigration." At one point, Home Secretary Jacqui Smith announced that she was axing dozens of UK visa categories, while carefully not mentioning these were so niche that hardly anyone qualified for them. This created chaos for the people affected and their families – I lost my own "Highly Skilled Migrant" visa at this time and we had to move our wedding plans up by eight months so I could stay in the country with my British partner and our daughter – but it didn't do anything to quench the xenophobic rage that UKIP and the Tories had been stoking, and Labour lost its next election.

American conservatives are rightly proud of their ability to form coalitions. They trumpet their ethic of "no enemies to the right" and contrast this with the "cancel culture" of progressives:

https://www.wired.com/story/the-year-democrats-lost-the-internet/

It's true that purging your ranks of coalition partners who disagree with you at the margins is a severely self-limiting move. It's also true that the broader your coalition is, the easier it is to win power.

The right has built a coalition of people who want opposite things. Infamously, Project 2025 isn't just a collection of terrifying ideas for running (and ruining) America – it's a collection of mutually exclusive terrifying ideas for running and ruining America:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/14/fracture-lines/#disassembly-manual

Trump's top health picks – RFK jr, Weldon, Oz, Makary, Bhattacharya, Nesheiwat – want mutually exclusive, irreconcilable things that are as impossible to compromise on as "banning immigration" while simultaneously "expanding the H1B program":

https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/20/clinical-trial-by-ordeal/#spoiled-his-brand-new-rattle

Big, diverse coalitions of people who normally oppose each other are great for winning power, but they're very bad for wielding power. Trump's majorities in Congress and the Senate are razor-thin, and while the Democrats had to suffer under the Manchin-Synematic Universe, the GOP's Klown Kar of Krazies has dozens of swivel-eyed loons who will happily blow up "must-pass" bills just for shits and giggles.

What's more, the GOP has spent decades installing easily blown circuit breakers into the American legislative and administrative systems, from the filibuster to the debt ceiling. By design, these allow small groups of lawmakers to kill bills and hamstring presidential power. Trump's first attempt at removing one of these breakers – the senseless kabuki of the annual debt ceiling showdown – was a total failure:

https://prospect.org/blogs-and-newsletters/tap/2024-12-19-debt-limit-should-absolutely-be-eliminated/

Musk thinks he can ram through policies that sizable portions of the GOP coalition would rather die than support. So far, Trump has proven a pliable puppet for Musk's ambitions. But the Musk-Trump coalition is every bit as fragile as any other in the GOP, and Trump is notoriously sensitive to accusations of weakness. Musk can threaten to primary any GOP lawmaker who gets in his way, but as the Kochs discovered after they unleashed the Tea Party, grievance-fueled, paranoid, heavily armed cults are hard to keep on a leash.

The coming months are sure to be an all-out war of GOP infighting as the coalition must wield power without the useful buffers of space, time and class. They'll be an object lesson in the dangers of a coalition that's so broad that everyone is welcome, even people who'd happily line you and yours in front of a firing squad.

But just because the right's attitude to coalitions is to have a mind so open its brains fall out, that doesn't mean the left should pursue a program of overwhelming ideological purity. Trump is a stupid guy with incoherent ideas, but look at how far he got by erecting such a big tent that anyone fit underneath it (even actual Nazis).

The progressive coalition doesn't need to be that big. We can have enemies to the right. The hugs Kamala Harris bestowed on ghouls like Liz Cheney didn't win the election, and the medal Biden just gave her won't help either:

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/01/02/us/politics/presidential-citizens-medal-liz-cheney.html

Manchin and Synema can "fuck off until they come up to a gate with a sign saying 'You Can’t Fuck Off Past Here,' Climb over the gate, dream the impossible dream, and keep fucking off forever":

https://michaelmarshallsmith.substack.com/about

But the fact that some people don't belong in a progressive coalition, it doesn't follow that there's no room to make the coalition looser and broader. Sure, a big coalition makes it hard to wield power, but without that coalition, we'll never win power.

[uhhlifeig]

300 Followers Event!!

guys this is insane 😭 ive been on tumblr for like six months??

anygays!! i have a new thingy to celebrate my like... milestone or whatever

so. as yall know (maybe?) i write microfics. (i also sometimes write full fics but shh we dont talk abt my google drive folders-)

but as i was saying, i write microfics. and i also dont have nearly enough fics on ao3. so why not make an event where people send in a word or a prompt or a ship or whatever and make that a collection of work??

great idea, right?

right????

anygays, here we go again!!

EM'S EMPORIUM (v2)

ignoring how i reused the name from last time-

you guys can give me prompts and characters and ships and stuff via asks, and you'll probably get something back. but those are just the instructions :)

(lasts from 2/26 to 5/01 before i post the collection)

(this is also specifically targeted towards the marauders fandom ppl)

FOR FOLLOWERS:

✨ - i come up with fic prompts, ships and stuff included

🥳 - ...and they all lived happily ever after!! (no voldemort)

🥺 - whump

🫶 - getting together

🎵 - song inspired (need name of song)

🫠 - give me a ship and ill kill one of the people and make the other suffer

FOR MOOTS:

💀 - i kill off a character in the most heart-wrenching way i can think of (character needed)

🤑 - any au (just tell me which one)

🥹 - angst with a happy ending

🔪 - horror/thriller/murder is involved somehow??

😍 - soulmate au

🗣️ - you give me a prompt. any prompt. and i will write it into a microfic. (i dont do smut tho im a minor :D)

also moots can do the followers stuff too lmao in case that wasnt already implied 😭

a few tags under the cut:

@antarescamusxo @outromoony @eloose @whydousernamesevenexist @matty-os-blog @thebibutterflyao3@rainystarssx @d3l-official @boba-pearl @n1c0tin3 @m0ssywill0w @wylanlupin

@bralnwashed @madame-marauder @iliveonblandfanfics @sweetest-thing-in-hell @reptilian-rapscallian @criimsonreg @tastelessleather @my-castles-crumbling @therewasnofloorbtw @wyndigos-blog @starkayezer @moonandstarshangoutinbars @amy-harper @reguluskeys @noblehouseofgay @aesthetic-writer18 

@dutifullynervouscreation @equippedtolove @allonsy-moony @thequeen0fhearts @lienspien @abs0l3m @dandelionflowery @ethan-torchios-bitch @julia-lokidottier @estellethewriter @arch-angeless @discoveredreality @anything-for-my-moony-1971 

@tea-blankets-andstars @finntheworm81 @hmyrine @charlie-kelly-variant @wolfstar-love-child @blakelakely @ashstillalive @smuttylyra @almostdecaffeinatedfun @love-hate-love00 @will-you-be-a-satanist-with-me 

@taleofapart-timepoet @ttroubledwaters @aletharaej @lambthebeloathed @lady-stardust-sang @forensic-b1tch-aiden @star-and-moon-shipper @adhara2034 @lover-of-astraeus @corey-writes-stuff @sxmnc @wishiwereheather13 @regulus-cannot-swim @yourlocalbadgerscales @hotteststar @moutainrusing

[aciddrattboyy]

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[swiftiephobe]

books reads in 2025

goodreads reviews are linked (where i've written them!). want to get back into reviewing more this year

the awakening by kate chopin (03/01, feminist literature) ★★★

the familiar by leigh bardugo (09/01, historical fantasy) ★★★★

never let me go by kazuo ishiguro (13/01, alternate history) ★★★★★

an artist of the floating world by kazuo ishiguro (16/01, historical fiction) ★★★★★

magic for liars by sarah gailey (20/01, fantasy mystery) ★★★½

who killed leigh leigh? by kerry carrington (23/01, true crime) ★★★★

the vital abyss by james sa corey (26/01, space opera) ★★★½

how to write a lot by paul j silvia (28/01, self-help) ★★★

babylon's ashes by james sa corey (31/01, space opera) ★★★★½

stoner by john williams (06/02, campus novel) ★★★½

the north water by ian mcguire (11/02, historical thriller) ★★★★

the message by ta-nehisi coates (15/02, political essays) ★★★★★

a language of dragons by s.f. williamson (22/02, historical fantasy) ★★½

normal people by sally rooney (26/02, coming-of-age) ★★★★½

dr jekyll and mr hyde by robert louis stevenson (02/03, gothic horror) ★★½

call me by your name by andré aciman (08/03, coming-of-age) ★½

a lonely girl is a dangerous thing by jessie tu (15/03, contemporary fiction) ★★★½

the woman in the library by sulari gentill (17/03, mystery-thriller) ★★★★½

sunrise on the reaping by suzanne collins (24/03, dystopian) ★★

how i won a nobel prize by julius taranto (02/04, satire) ★★★½

strange dogs by james sa corey (03/04, space opera) ★★★★½

persepolis rising by james sa corey (16/04, space opera) ★★★★

funny story by emily henry (19/04, contemporary romance) ★★★

crying in h mart by michelle zauner (23/04, memoir) ★★★★½

the dictionary of lost words by pip williams (28/04, historical fiction) ★★★★

do androids dream of electric sheep? by philip k dick (31/04, dystopian) ★★★★★

auberon by james sa corey (03/05, space opera) ★★★

tiamat's wrath by james sa corey (13/05, space opera) ★★★½

julie chan is dead by liann zhang (16/05, satirical thriller) ★★★★

[iamfrankiewritter]

No need to suffer alone... Pt. 01

Reiner x Fem!Reader

Atenção!: conteúdo 🔞 (insinuação de sexo [não explícito]).

Sinopse: Reiner sempre foi um homem difícil em se expressar, mas não pôde guardar isso para sempre da pessoa que prometeu amá-lo, você.

É compreensível que algumas pessoas não tenham facilidade em se abrir com os outros, nem com a própria família, mas desde que conheci Reiner Braun, há três longos anos atrás, eu nunca vi um homem tão receoso em dizer o que aconteceu no passado. Após retornar da “Ilha dos Demônios”, ou a Ilha de Paradis, sem o poder do Titã Fundador e sem os outro guerreiros enviados por Marley, o país teve de tomar sérias providências para recuperar seu poder bélico vivo.

Não posso culpá-lo, afinal de contas o tempo que passou naquele lugar não deve ter sido nada fácil, fora os traumas que devem passar todas as noites dentro da própria cabeça antes de dormir.

Eu o conheci num festival, onde o nosso país celebrava a vitória de mais uma batalha, graças ao poder dos titãs que remanescem em Marley, em especial o Titã Blindado que havia destruído uma frota inteira de tanques de guerra e isso garantiu o triunfo, fazendo o povo inimigo render-se e submeter-se aos termos dos Marleyanos.

Fecho os olhos, a minha imaginação está tão tangível hoje, suspiro… Volto no tempo para recordar o dia em que o conheci.

Três anos antes.

— Comandante Magath! É uma honra poder cumprimentá-lo depois de uma vitória como essa. — meu pai alegremente se aproximou do homem sorridente.

— Por favor, senhor [Sobrenome]... Não precisa me chamar assim, estamos em uma comemoração, e somos amigos há anos.

É raro ver o velho se divertir tanto.

— Só paro de ser formal quando parar de me chamar de senhor.

— Como vai? — estendi a mão e o cumprimentei também.

— Oh, você é a senhorita [Nome]? — Magath arregalou os olhos. — Nunca vi uma moça tão bonita, com todo respeito.

— Obrigada comandante, eu herdei a beleza da minha mãe. — corei.

— É verdade, e a esperteza foi toda minha! — ergueu o copo.

— Ah pai, não faça essas coisas constrangedoras… — cocei a nuca e desviei o olhar.

Mas ao direcionar meus olhos à barraquinha que vendia doces e frutas, a figura do loiro entrou no meu campo de visão e eu engoli seco ao perceber que nossos olhares estavam de fato se encontrando. É claro que eu o conhecia de nome e pelos seus feitos, porém ao vivo é outra pegada.

O que eu demorei alguns segundos a perceber é que Reiner se aproximava de nós, as mãos tipicamente dentro dos bolsos, seus passos calmos — nem parece que carrega um titã tão poderoso dentro do corpo — e a expressão séria no rosto.

— Não é, filha?

A pergunta do meu pai me fez pigarrear e piscar algumas vezes antes de voltar a atenção à nossa conversa principal.

— O quê? Não prestei atenção. — voltei a encarar as orbes escuras do meu pai, dei um sorriso tímido como quem pede desculpas.

— Eu disse que quando você era pequena, tinha o sonho de entrar no exército, e até tentar herdar algum dos titãs.

— Eu tinha uma imaginação fértil.

— Isso é trabalho para os Eldianos, não fique se iludindo desse jeito. — o comandante disse num tom sério.

É, por mais que ele lidere uma tropa de Eldianos, ainda existe bastante preconceito.

— Eu já abandonei isso há muito tempo, agora estou com outros planos, principalmente ajudar meu pai com os negócios e o nosso comércio.

— Ver vocês prosperarem me deixa muito contente.

Não sou a melhor pessoa do mundo para conversar sobre a rivalidade entre nós e os Eldianos, pois acho isso uma besteira, afinal sem eles não conseguiríamos vencer nenhuma guerra. Diminuí o sorriso e olhei na direção da barraquinha mais uma vez. Reiner não estava mais vindo na nossa direção, embora eu quisesse, pois a conversa começou a se resumir em opiniões políticas.

Logo eu dei uma desculpa qualquer — que precisava ir ao banheiro — e saí de perto daqueles homens, agradecendo mentalmente por estar somente ouvindo o burburinho das pessoas e as vozes das crianças correndo para lá e para cá. Andei por entre as barraquinhas sentindo o cheiro das deliciosas comidas e fiquei extasiada, parando para observar uma vitrine de pães recém assados.

— A senhorita gostaria de experimentar? Acabei de tirá-los do forno, estão quentinhos… — a senhora que estava atrás do balcão sorriu e me entregou um dos pães. — Não precisa pagar.

— Eu faço questão, quero dez desses. — nem escondi meu sorriso quando a mulher de cabelos grisalhos separou os pães em duas sacolas.

Eu lhe entreguei o dinheiro e ela o recebeu, guardando no bolso pouco sujo do avental.

— Obrigada querida, espero que goste. — a senhora me entregou as sacolas.

— Pode ter certeza, só pelo cheiro estão deliciosos. Eu que devo agradecer. Boas vendas!

No entanto, acho que a sorte não estava muito a fim de ficar ao meu lado, pois assim que me despedi da senhorinha, no instante em que virei o corpo para voltar ao local onde meu pai estava, trombei com uma pessoa. O corpo grande fez o impacto parecer mais forte e assim que me afastei coloquei uma mão sobre o rosto, deixando as sacolas com os pães dentro caírem. Por sorte não escaparam de dentro das sacolas.

Ao encarar a pessoa para pedir desculpas, tremi: ninguém mais, ninguém menos que o portador do Titã Blindado.

— Senhor Braun! M-me desculpe, eu não-

— Você está bem? Poxa vida, eu estava distraído, eu que peço desculpas.

Não sei se ele estava sendo gentil ou queria se livrar da situação de maneira rápida, mas o loiro se abaixou e pegou as sacolas que eu havia deixado cair.

— Eu também não prestei atenção, desculpe mesmo senhor Braun.

Puta merda, que vergonha: trombar com um guerreiro e portador de titã. Será que isso configura algum crime? Meu Deus, espero que não.

— Não me chame de “senhor”, e nem precisa usar o meu sobrenome, você já deve saber quem eu sou, certo? — ele me entregou as sacolas e eu as peguei.

Mas quase deixei cair de novo, ainda não tinha me recuperado do susto.

— Pode me chamar de Reiner.

— Eu tô bem, e… Tá, desculpe. — suspirei.

— Qual o seu nome?

— [Nome].

— Você estava conversando com o comandante Magath, né?

Ele se lembrou?

— É, mas é papo de homem, eu não me interesso muito em política ou guerra… Enfim, eu vim dar uma volta.

— Eu imagino que esses assuntos não devam interessar uma Marleyana como você.

Ah, minha braçadeira me entregou. Eu a encarei por um segundo, logo lhe devolvi uma resposta.

— Prefiro me ocupar com outras coisas. — dei um sorriso. — Devo te parabenizar por trazer mais uma vitória a Marley.

— Nada que eu já não estivesse acostumado a fazer. — ele desviou o olhar e suspirou.

Que estranho, um guerreiro chateado por trazer a vitória ao seu país? Devo respeitar acima de tudo.

— Está tudo bem? Você parece… Abatido.

— Guerras são cansativas. Desde que me entendo por gente, por Eldiano que desejava se tornar pelo menos um Marleyano-honorário, sempre participei de guerras, batalhas e brigas.

— Eu também queria ser uma guerreira quando era criança, pensava em herdar a Titã Fêmea, que loucura.

— Vocês Marleyanos não levam jeito para isso, me desculpe. — sorriu de leve. — E eu não acho que uma moça bonita como você deveria de sujeitar a participar de guerras ou brigas políticas.

Aquela última frase me deixaria sem graça pelo resto da conversa, mas apreciei o elogio. Talvez isso fosse uma tentativa de flerte? Não creio…

— Se fosse pensar por essa lógica, homens bonitos também não deveriam.

— Humpf, por acaso está insinuando algo?

— Interprete como quiser, senhor Braun, mas minha intenção não é desrespeitá-lo. — decidi provocá-lo um pouco.

— Você parece ser uma mulher interessante, [Nome], eu gostaria de continuar conversando com você. — e ele caiu.

— Direto ao ponto nunca foi tão bem representado. Se conseguir descobrir onde eu moro, talvez possamos continuar a conversar.

Decidi seguir meu rumo, passando por ele. Nossos ombros se encostaram por milésimos de segundos e o loiro soltou uma risada baixa.

— Conheço uma pessoa que pode me fornecer essa informação.

— Enfim, soldado, eu… Eu preciso ir, foi um prazer conhecê-lo pessoalmente, Reiner.

— Igualmente, [Nome].

Tempo presente.

Reiner realmente descobriu onde eu morava, e desde então, nunca mais cessamos contato. Nossa amizade se desenvolveu rápido, eu o acompanhava em alguns dias de folga e o loiro me fazia companhia quando eu estava à toa.

Mas por mais que tenhamos mantido contato por todos esses anos, Reiner nunca mudou seu comportamento melancólico e depressivo, chegando a ter algumas crises de vez em quando. Eu não sabia que ele chegaria a esse ponto. Vê-lo naquele estado partiu meu coração e eu não pude ficar sentada sem fazer nada, ficando ainda mais presente na vida do soldado.

Desde então, nossos laços se estreitaram ainda mais, e não demorou muito para que acontecesse o nosso primeiro beijo. Lembro que foi numa tarde onde o sol se punha lentamente atrás do mar por onde enviavam os navios a Paradis, eu me apoiei nas barras de ferro sobre a ponte, encarando o horizonte. Eu não tinha coragem o suficiente para perguntar algumas coisas para Reiner, mas não foi preciso, logo suas mãos seguraram meus quadris e sua respiração quente que bateu contra minhas sensíveis orelhas arrepiaram todo o meu couro cabeludo.

“Obrigado por sempre estar comigo, [Nome]. Você torna a minha vida menos monocromática e triste.”

Foi o que escutei antes de ser virada, encarar seus olhos penetrantes e ser beijada profundamente. Suas mãos fortes apertaram a minha cintura e eu levei as minhas mãos até sua nuca, arranhando de leve aquele local. Quando nos separamos, ainda ficamos conectados juntando as nossas testas, minha mão direita acariciava sua bochecha sentindo a barba por fazer que Reiner costumeiramente deixava.

“Reiner, não precisa viver com esses traumas e segredos, por favor… Confie em mim.”

Foi um pedido clichê, mas eu senti que deveria pedir isso a ele, por mais que eu soubesse que não era tão simples assim. A situação por mais romântica que pudesse parecer, era triste, e neste exato momento, mesmo com os olhos fechados, as lágrimas escorreram sobre as minhas bochechas. Demorei um pouco a afastar esses pensamentos da cabeça, mas aconteceu assim que me recordei do que havia acontecido nos dias que se sucederam a esse encontro.

Meu rosto se aqueceu e eu fui obrigada a pegar o travesseiro que estava sobre a cama, escondendo meu rosto embaixo dele. Suspirei, estou disposta a continuar.

Ninguém sabia do nosso “próximo passo”, então estávamos disfarçando ao máximo para que não soubessem da relação entre um guerreiro Eldiano e uma Marleyana legítima — eu não dava a mínima para o pensamento alheio, mas mesmo assim, foi um consenso entre nós dois —. Só que isso não nos impedia de uma coisa: sentir tesão um pelo outro.

Verdade seja dita, ninguém é de ferro.

E uma noite, Reiner decidiu cruzar essa barreira de uma maneira não muito arriscada. Combinamos todos os detalhes, um plano elaborado friamente e logo a noite indecente chegou. A sensação de liberdade e estar sozinha na sua companhia me trouxe um sorriso e uma respiração pouco descompassada.

Não vou esquecer facilmente a primeira sensação de ter suas mãos sobre mim ou da sua boca beijando cada centímetro do meu corpo. É claro que não pude deixar por menos, poder sentir como ele era por debaixo daquele uniforme sério e o personagem de guerreiro que carregava o Titã Blindado dentro de si, descobri que Reiner pode ser mais sensível do que parece.

Mas não na hora de transar, definitivamente não. Ele deveria estar se segurando há muito tempo.

As marcas surgiram logo depois, e eu tive sorte de conseguir escondê-las do meu pai — não só dele, mas de todos os nossos amigos —.

— Porra, que bosta.

Me forçar a imaginar essa cena aquece algumas partes do meu corpo, principalmente quando se está necessitada. Meus calcanhares se contraíram e eu juntei os joelhos, deixando as pernas bem alinhadas. Eu não deveria estar pensando nessas coisas, ainda mais quando tenho ciência de que o loiro deve estar se aproximando de casa. Ele certamente está vindo me buscar, pois vamos finalmente nos assumir, e eu conhecerei sua família.

Não me decido se fico animada ou não com isso, mas é importante para nós dois, então devo estar disposta ao menos. Ergo meu corpo e o travesseiro cai, preciso me arrumar.

Tenho a vaga impressão de que a noite pode ser longa…

To be continued...

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

I mean yeah voice actors voices are hot but also like in appearance

Corey Burton is a cutie

You know what, that's valid

You must go on a vision quest to see what the MCU is blind to (and by that I mean go find one (1) weird indie movie youve never heard of and watch the whole thing). Then you will be cleaned of your corporate media sins (/lh)

Oh good, I get to talk about this dumbass show (beloved)

RiD 01 as a whole is a SILLY fuckin show. Like they took the sillygoofy nature of g1 and went "bet," then cranked it 10 times higher. G1 still had its somber moments. Character work. Genuinely threatening and downright cruel villains. RiD 01 has occasional complex characters, but 90% of the time, this show is a fairly low-stakes comedy that's going full camp.

The autobots are dysfunctional and just straight up weird. Three of them are brothers, and it's not a trio anyone would EVER expect. Prowl is a fucking narc. Brawn is here but he's named X-Brawn bc I guess he had to get that Xtreme rebrand for the 2000s. He's also closer to Ironhide than anything, complete with the Texas accent. Their other brother is named Sideburn, he's the bumblebee equivalent as the Designated Kid Appeal Character, but he's also, and I shit you not, a sex pest about red sports cars. Not just bots with sports car alts. Any red sports car. He will drop everything to go chase a sexy red car and he catcalls it the whole time. The TFA constructicons have NOTHING on this guy. He gets so aggressively horny on main his narc-ass cop brother has to arrest him for it.

Optimus is here, and he's got his own family trouble. He has a brother too, and it's fucking Ultra Magnus. Magnus hates his guts because OP got chosen as Autobot leader and he didn't. At one point they find a cache of blank protoforms, Megatron gets to it first, and has one of them scan both himself and Optimus when he comes online, which results in Scourge, my lameass emo boyfriend i was defending through the whole Scourge War. He's literally just, like, Their Kid and he fucking hates his autobot dad so he lives with Megatron instead to try and make him proud of how Evil and Competent he is.

Megatron has like. Too many altmodes. Just too many. One of them sort of kind of counts as a sports car, that is partially red, Sideburn gets horny about it. Finding out it was Megatron did not stop him for asking for a date. Canon bisexual before IDW, even in the English dub.

The main villains serving Megatron are the predacons and they're about as threatening as team rocket and roughly half as competent. One of them is a squirrel voiced by Steve Blum. The second in command is SkyByte and he's so fucking bad at being evil. He writes poetry (which Optimus roasts the shit out of). He takes online personality quizzes and then gets legitimately upset if he doesn't get the results he wants. This was the plot of an entire episode. He has a crush on Megatron and fantasizes about doing a good job for him. He doesn't like scourge because he thinks he's Meg's new favorite. He does circus tricks on command. He has a soft spot for kids and he was so nice to them while actively trying to be evil that he ended up with a fanbase in-universe that followed him around and encouraged him to be a good guy. He is the EPITOME of a skrunkly little loser boyfailure AND he's a shark. What more could you ask for.

This is not even a quarter of the insane shit that happens in this show. It has NO chill, ever. If you want to see pure, unbridled chaos from robots that are usually at least a little more serious and intense, I literally cannot rec it enough. A lot of hot robots too, tbh. The things id do to Midnight Express...

Beeussy

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Sinners that are 1 or 2 degrees separated from our Saint share your stories! Ill share mine. by u/ContentPineapple3330

Sinners that are 1 or 2 degrees separated from our Saint, share your stories! I’ll share mine. So, bear with me. Let me set up the scene. It was 2021 (so our Saint still was popular in the US)— I was on a flight to California, and I was bumped up to first class. And I found myself seated by the most beautiful man. He exuded confidence and his clothes spoke real money. Honestly, my first thought was “Crap. I’m sitting by a famous actor, and I don’t know who he is. Crap, crap crap.”

Well, he wasn’t an actor — as I soon discovered before the plane took off, when he took a call to speak to what I presumed was a coworker about logistics, “Monticieto, blah, blah, blah, Jaguar, Range Rover, blah blah…” and my curiosity was piqued. Was he a lawyer? Real estate agent? Who was this mysterious moneyed man? I didn’t know, but somehow the ice was broken when he asked me a very boring question — and we fell into easy conversation. And once the stewardess gave us drinks (yay first class) the conversation flowed quite freely.

We were around the same age (late 20s / early 30s) — and he mentioned he used to live in Toronto. I asked him casually if between Monticieto and Toronto if he ever ran into Oprah’s latest interviewee, St. Meghan Markle, and he looked me dead in the eye. “Yes. Oh yes I have,” and gave a deep sigh. I then said, as chill as I possibly could muster, “Tell. me. more!” (At this point, thanks to wine/vodka soda water we were chatting like long lost best friends), and he got a bit standoffish and said, “well… I don’t really like talking about her because… people don’t really like what I have to say.”

I decided then and there to show my cards (recall 2021 — it almost felt dangerous to say you disliked her! Oh how times have changed!) — and I told him point blank that I thought she was pretty phony (though I was not nearly reliably informed about her antics as I am now.) He looked relieved by my response and replied, “oh you don’t know half of it!” And the next half hour he spilled anecdote after anecdote about her behavior.

So he was very much involved in Toronto’s high society, and was/is actually friends with Corey her ex. (Like, he pulled up his texts with him to share recent pictures of him and his wife and their cute kid.) After sharing many anecdotes of her pretentiousness and ultimately that “no one was missing her in Toronto,” he told me people only really tolerated her because of Jessica Mulroney, who according to my travel companion is very likable “once you know her.” (He only had nice things to say about Jessica, for what it’s worth. 🤷‍♀️)

His (and my) favorite story that he shared was that one time Corey took her for a romantic getaway somewhere tropical. But when they went to check into the hotel, Madame tried to get their hotel rooms upgraded. She started throwing a tantrum at the front desk staff, and in a fit of rage said “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” (Recall, she’s Rachel from Suits 😆) And everyone was like….. um…. No?

This was apparently the moment where the scales fell from Corey’s eyes, and he realized what he was dating. Apparently, he was considering proposing soon / during that trip, but instead — he decided to head back to Canada and end the trip early. I don’t think they immediately broke up — but I think Corey was starting to rethink everything. And was very much NOT heartbroken when things ended, but very much relieved.

Anyways, it was a rather entertaining flight!!!So that’s my story, but I know there’s people here that have better! post link author: ContentPineapple3330 submitted: July 11, 2024 at 01:57AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[pizzaqueen]

Steve Harrington time stamps

For when you just want to watch Steve’s scenes

I had the idea to do this during my current rewatch thanks to @harmonictechnicality (who was very happy for me to post this) and then @al-ghoul sent me his timestamps so a HUGE thank you there!

Oh, and @faequeentitania has a supercut of all of Eddie's scenes (link is in their bio) so I didn’t add Eddie’s time stamps to this post

My original intention was to not post this until it was completely done, but I honestly don't have much energy right now, so there are only time stamps up to S04E05. But I do intend to finish it one day! (If anyone wants to help out with the remaining ones, that would be great.) You can also see where the formatting changes and that's where I stopped typing up my notes and just used what @al-ghoul sent me, but I do want to reformat it so it's uniform, and add in songs used for his scenes, but I just wanted to get this out there

And I want to say sorry if someone has already done something like this in the meantime! I tried searching but Tumblr search isn't great

SEASON ONE

Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers

14:54 - 16:07 Steve’s first appearance in his rendezvous with Nancy in the bathroom

37:59 - 38:42 Mike sees Steve trying to climb through Nancy’s window

41:04 - 43:12 helping Nancy study

Chapter Two: The Weirdo on Maple Street

12:26 - 14:04 asking Nancy to the party at his house (mention of his parents); the scene cuts to Nancy and Jonathan at 13:20 but you can still see Steve in the background until 14:04

38:17 - 38:37 opening the door for Nancy and Barb (song: Raise a Little Hell by Trooper*)

43:06 - 45:39 pool scene with the drinking, etc., with Tommy H, Carol, Nancy and Barb (song: I Melt With You by Modern English)

49:18 - 49:40 drying off and going upstairs

50:22 - 51:18 we see Steve and Nancy through the window from Jonathan’s POV then it cuts to inside Steve’s room

52:36 - 52:50 getting hot and heavy with Nancy (song: tiniest snippet of the opening strains of Hazy Shade of Winter by The Bangles)

*seems to be playing inside Steve’s house because it’s muffled and gets louder when he opens the doors

Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly

00:40 - 1:50 sleeping with Nancy, intercut with Barb being killed (song: Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner)

3:03 - 3:50 Nancy tries to wake Steve, then leaves

10:16 - 11:11 at Nancy’s locker

20:48 - 21:56 cafeteria with Tommy H, Carol and Nancy

30:07 - 32:16 confronting Jonathan about photos

36:01 - 36:43 waiting for the game in the hallway with Tommy H, Carol and Nancy; Nancy leaves

Chapter Four: The Body

13:16 - 14:30 meeting Nancy between buildings; asks her not to tell the cops about the beer (mention of parents)

Chapter Five: The Flea and the Acrobat

25:47 - 27:51 Steve shows up at Nancy’s to say sorry and invite her to the movies (mention of parents; song: Steve singing a bit of Old Time Rock and Roll)

Chapter Six: The Monster

3:29 - 4:45 driving to Nancy’s with Tommy H and Carol; sees Jonathan and Nancy on bed through window (song: Sunglasses at Night by Corey Hart*)

30:46 - 33:18 alley fight with Jonathan

* playing on the car stereo

Chapter Seven: The Bathtub

14:21 - 16:00 Tommy brings Steve a can of Coke and painkillers; Steve has fight with Tommy and Carol then drives off

18:40 - 19:21 offers to help scrub graffiti off cinema marquee

Chapter Eight: The Upside Down

14:42 - 17:03 comes to Jonathan’s to say sorry; gets introduced to the upside down shenanigans

18:53 - 22:00 Nancy gives Steve an out; he runs, then he comes back (it cuts to Hopper and Joyce at 21:18 for a couple of seconds)

22:27 - 23:50 following the lights with Nancy and Jonathan that Joyce and Hopper are lighting up as they go through the UD version (intercut with scenes of Joyce and Hopper)

48:01 - 48:24 epilogue snuggling on couch with Nancy in Christmas sweater

SEASON TWO

Chapter One: Madmax

12:13 - 14:02 Nancy looking over Steve’s essay in the car outside the school (song: Talking in Your Sleep by The Romantics)

20:09 - 20:38 waiting by the corner in the hallway to pick Nancy up and twirl her around by the lockers

31:38 - 33:50 dinner with Nancy at Barb’s parents

Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak

15:58 - 19:22 studying in the library with Nancy/Steve is worried about the government if they talk too much about what happened and suggests going to party and pretend everything is normal (between 17:15 to 17:36 it cuts to Nancy thinking she sees Barb)

31:23 - 32:17 Tommy H and Billy come over while Steve is with Nancy at the party; Tommy H: “We’ve got a new keg king, Harrington.” (Song: Shout at the Devil by Mötley Crüe)

42:03 - 44:14 dancing with Nancy (song Girls on Film by Duran Duran)/spills drink on her/bathroom ‘bullshit’ scene

Chapter Three: The Pollywog

19:11 - 21:14 playing basketball against Billy (Song: Go! By Tones on Tail) and talking with Nancy between the buildings

Chapter Four: Will the Wise

16:23 - 17:53 basketball again (Song: Scarface (Push it to the Limit) from Scarface) and the shower scene with Tommy H and Billy

Chapter Five: Dig Dug

35:17 - 35:52 shows up to Nancy’s with flowers and is waylaid by Dustin

Chapter Six: The Spy

00:51 - 3:43 In car with Dustin (song: Hammer to Fall by Queen*) going to kill Dart with bat

12:39 - 13:06 bringing meat with Dustin

24:51 - 27:34 laying trap for Dart with Dustin (meat on the railroad tracks) and talking about girls

31:48 - 32:37 at the junkyard with Dustin

33:10 - 33:21 at the junkyard with Dustin, Lucas and Max

35:27 - 35:38 fortifying the bus/setting stuff up at the junkyard

35:49 - 36:02 pouring gasoline

36:48 - 37:01 going into the bus

37:44 - 38:24 inside the bus; flicking the lighter

40:46 - 45:06 demodogs appear; Steve goes out as bait/to fight them

* playing on the car stereo

Chapter Seven: The Lost Sister

Doesn’t appear in this episode

Chapter Eight: The Mind Flayer

08:35 - 10:33 walking from the junk yard with kids at night, looking for Dart on the train tracks

13:27 - 13:56 in front of Hawkins lab; meet up with Nancy and Jonathan

15:15 - 15:45 in front of the lab

16:15 - 16:21 gate opens

21:58 - 22:22 waiting at gate; Hopper picks them up

23:06 - 23:42 at the Byers’

24:43 - 29:03 in Byers’ kitchen; Steve is in and out of the frame/sometimes in the background

29:23 - 29:55 duct-taping the shed with Nancy

31:51 - 32:07 finishing the shed with everyone

33:05 - 33:10 practicing with a bat at Byers'

34:32 - 34:35 blinking lights at Byers’

38:52 - 39:16 morse code

40:31 - 40:56 “close gate”

41:31 - 41:37 hearing demodogs

42:15 - 44:34 preparing to fight/El arrives

S02E09:

00:07:23 Steve (at Byers with everyone) (00:08:03)

00:09:08 Steve (at Byers backyard with Nancy) (00:10:02)

00:10:50 Steve (on the Byers porch with kids) (00:11:06)

00:15:22 Steve (putting demodog in the fridge) (00:15:57)

00:16:17 Steve (at the Byers with the kids / Billy arrives) (00:19:09)

00:19:47 Steve (fighting Billy) (00:21:02)

00:24:41 Steve (waking up in the car with Max) (00:25:54)

00:26:43 Steve (arriving to the tunnels) (00:28:17)

00:30:00 Steve (at the tunnels) (00:31:42)

00:33:40 Steve (torching the tunnels while Will burns) (00:34:43)

00:36:52 Steve (running through the tunnels) (00:36:59)

00:38:00 Steve (freeing Mike / meeting Dart) (00:39:38)

00:40:16 Steve (running out of the tunnels) (00:41:19)

00:43:40 Steve (gate closed) (00:43:44)

00:45:19 Steve (at the Barb's funeral) (00:45:27)

00:48:51 Steve (driving Dustin to the Snow Ball) (songs: Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar and Twist of Fate by Olivia Newton-John*) (00:50:10)

*both are playing inside the Snow Ball Edit: actually the Pat Benatar song seems to be coming from his car on re-watching 😅 it definitely sounded like from inside the building to me before but now it doesn’t

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S03E01:

00:09:15 Steve (letting the kids through Scoops Ahoy back door) (00:09:40)

00:10:46 Steve (lights go out) (00:11:01)

00:12:12 Steve (lights go back) (00:12:18)

00:24:42 Steve (Scoops Ahoy with Robin, hitting on ladies) (00:26:46)

S03E02:

00:10:15 Steve (Scoops Ahoy with Dustin) (00:12:34)

00:17:52 Steve (translating Russian with Dustin) (00:19:24)

00:35:27 Steve (Robin translated first Russian) (00:35:54)

00:41:26 Steve (mall after hours with Robin and Dustin) (00:43:37)

S03E03:

00:17:23 Steve (spying for spies in the mall with Dustin) (00:19:19)

00:27:12 Steve (found a sport fitness "spy" with Dustin) song: Wake Me Up Before you Go-Go by Wham!* (00:28:32)

00:29:20 Steve (with Dustin returning to Scoop Ahoy) (00:29:26)

00:30:03 Steve (Robin cracked the code) (00:30:12)

00:39:20 Steve (in the rain looking at delivery) (00:40:30)

*playing in the jazzercise class

S03E04:

00:09:04 Steve (Scoops Ahoy, devising a plan) 00:10:08

00:21:14 Steve (Robin brings Starcourt blueprints) (00:22:58)

00:24:32 Steve (bringing Erica into the plan) (00:25:11)

00:34:51 Steve (Erica goes into the vent) (00:35:05)

00:36:22 Steve (Erica got to the room) (00:37:00)

00:40:28 Steve (opening the boxes with the team Scoops) (00:42:08)

S03E05:

00:00:07 Steve (the elevator room falling) (00:01:58)

00:16:25 Steve (stuck in / getting out of the elevator room) (00:19:46)

00:25:19 Steve (walking the tunnel) (00:27:16)

00:34:40 Steve (finding the russian base / fighting the guard) (00:37:01)

00:37:21 Steve (Robin found The Machine) (00:38:21)

S03E06:

00:00:14 Steve (being apprehended by russians) (00:01:48)

00:17:12 Steve (being beaten up / questioned by the russians) (00:20:21)

00:31:06 Steve (tied to a chair with Robin) (00:35:58)

00:45:25 Steve (truth serum kicks in / Dustin saves them) (00:48:50)

S03E07:

00:06:31 Steve (Dustin is driving away through the tunnel / elevator) (00:08:45)

00:13:13 Steve (running from the mall guards into the cinema) (00:14:04)

00:14:30-32 / 00:14:41-44 (tweedldee and tweedledum in the cinema)

00:23:19 Steve (drunk with Robin in the cinema hallway) (00:25:08)

00:28:27 Steve (confesses Robin in the cinema restroom) (00:35:02)

00:39:07 Steve (sneaking out of the restroom) (00:40:03)

00:48:50 Steve (hiding from mall guards under the counter) (00:49:16)

00:49:41 Steve (El defeated the guards) (00:50:51)

00:51:09-14 Steve (El collapses)

S03E08:

00:00:36 Steve (Eleven's fucked up leg) 00:01:25

00:02:50 Steve (El pulls the Flayer out of the leg) (00:03:16)

00:04:28 Steve (everyone is catching up on things) (00:05:11)

00:06:34 Steve (hanging around while everyone prepares) (00:06:43)

00:07:40 Steve (driving away from the mall) (00:08:10)

00:13:32 Steve (driving kids to the radio hill) (00:14:42)

00:17:50 Steve (on the radio hill) (00:18:19)

00:24:19 Steve (on the radio hill, Flayer attacks Starcourt) (00:25:12)

00:26:03 Steve (on the radio hill running back to the car) (00:26:14)

00:32:54 Steve (hitting Billy's car at Starcourt, Nancy's driving away) 00:33:35

00:34:39 Steve (Flayer pursues the car, Suzie appears) (00:34:50)

00:35:49-53 Steve (in the car while Dustin sings over the radio)

00:36:28-31 Steve (in the car while Dustin and Suzie both singing)

00:38:04 Steve (in the car while Flayer goes back to Starcourt)

00:42:29-34 Steve (throwing fireworks at the Flayer in the mall)

00:43:03-04 Steve (keeps throwing)

00:44:16-22 Steve (on the radio with Dustin)

00:50:33 Steve (Flayer disassembles) (00:50:43)

00:54:58-01 Steve (at the ER car in the background)

00:56:44 Steve (arriving with Robin at the Family Video for a job) (00:58:04)

00:58:55 Steve (bumping into the cardboard figure) (00:59:12)

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S04E01:

00:15:24 Steve (in car with Robin) (00:16:58)

00:54:43 Steve (with Brenda at basketball game) (00:56:24)

S04E02:

00:07:56 Steve (at Family Video with Robin) (00:09:49)

00:28:13 Steve (at Family Video with Max & Dustin) (00:29:06)

00:44:58 Steve (at Family Video flirting / searching for Rick) (00:47:43)

01:01:45 Steve/Eddie (at Reefer Rick's) (01:06:14)

01:07:22 Eddie, Steve (talks about Chrissy / Vecna revealed) (01:12:30)

S04E03:

00:12:28 Eddie, Steve (receiving supplies at Rick's) (00:14:23)

00:15:14 Steve (at Fred's crime scene) (00:15:29)

00:25:29 Steve (with kids and Nancy discussing Vecna) (00:28:12)

00:38:21 Steve (outside shrink's house in the car) (00:39:28)

00:41:22 Steve (driving away from the shrink) (00:41:33)

00:42:00 Steve (driving the car while Lucas radioes) (00:42:43)

00:50:53 Steve (breaking into school shrink's office at night) (00:51:38)

00:55:54 Steve (at the shrink's office) (00:56:53)

S04E04:

00:02:09 Steve (school after Max's episode, Nancy and Robin arrive) (00:04:50)

00:07:29 Steve (the Wheeler's house - Max writes letters, Nancy and Robin arrive) (00:10:44)

00:17:35 Steve (Max finished the letters, wants to go) (00:20:04)

00:31:33 Steve (driving Max to the trailer park) (00:31:53)

00:34:35-49 Steve (Max returns to the car)

00:48:17 Steve (driving Max to the cemetery) (00:49:00)

01:02:32 Steve (going for Max at the cemetery) (01:03:04)

01:03:17 Steve (trying to wake Max up) (01:03:35)

01:04:58-07 Steve (with Dustin and Lucas trying to wake Max up)

01:09:01-12 Steve (Dustin brings music to Max)

01:10:45 Steve (everyone searching for the tape) (01:11:06)

01:11:50-00 Steve (Max flies)

01:13:43 Steve (Max is out) (01:14:14)

S04E05:

00:14:32 Steve (sleeping in Wheeler's basement) (00:14:38)

00:36:19 Steve (arriving at Creel's house with everyone) (00:40:06)

00:49:55 Steve (checking Creel's house with DNR) (00:52:36)

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[bulletproofthroat]

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yall icl call me autistic but ive been fixating on ab 8 things at once ts aint no joke, like ive js started playing devil may cry 1 and ive been licking that game up like a ho and im still on that 01 corey thang twin and dont forget my insatiable love for tokyo ghoul which started when i was 12

yall dont get my hustle 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

(also watch this max out at like 3 notes bc yall are too busy glazing the most ass art that looks like it was drawn by a 4 yr old on ket)

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Marshmallow Longtermism

The paperback edition of The Lost Cause, my nationally bestselling, hopeful solarpunk novel is out this week!

My latest column for Locus Magazine is "Marshmallow Longtermism"; it's a reflection on how conservatives self-mythologize as the standards-bearers for deferred gratification and making hard trade-offs, but are utterly lacking in these traits when it comes to climate change and inequality:

https://locusmag.com/2024/09/cory-doctorow-marshmallow-longtermism/

Conservatives often root our societal ills in a childish impatience, and cast themselves as wise adults who understand that "you can't get something for nothing." Think here of the memes about lazy kids who would rather spend on avocado toast and fancy third-wave coffee rather than paying off their student loans. In this framing, poverty is a consequence of immaturity. To be a functional adult is to be sober in all things: not only does a grownup limit their intoxicant intake to head off hangovers, they also go to the gym to prevent future health problems, they save their discretionary income to cover a down-payment and student loans.

This isn't asceticism, though: it's a mature decision to delay gratification. Avocado toast is a reward for a life well-lived: once you've paid off your mortgage and put your kid through college, then you can have that oat-milk latte. This is just "sound reasoning": every day you fail to pay off your student loan represents another day of compounding interest. Pay off the loan first, and you'll save many avo toasts' worth of interest and your net toast consumption can go way, way up.

Cleaving the world into the patient (the mature, the adult, the wise) and the impatient (the childish, the foolish, the feckless) does important political work. It transforms every societal ill into a personal failing: the prisoner in the dock who stole to survive can be recast as a deficient whose partying on study-nights led to their failure to achieve the grades needed for a merit scholarship, a first-class degree, and a high-paying job.

Dividing the human race into "the wise" and "the foolish" forms an ethical basis for hierarchy. If some of us are born (or raised) for wisdom, then naturally those people should be in charge. Moreover, putting the innately foolish in charge is a recipe for disaster. The political scientist Corey Robin identifies this as the unifying belief common to every kind of conservativism: that some are born to rule, others are born to be ruled over:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/01/set-healthy-boundaries/#healthy-populism

This is why conservatives are so affronted by affirmative action, whose premise is that the absence of minorities in the halls of power stems from systemic bias. For conservatives, the fact that people like themselves are running things is evidence of their own virtue and suitability for rule. In conservative canon, the act of shunting aside members of dominant groups to make space for members of disfavored minorities isn't justice, it's dangerous "virtue signaling" that puts the childish and unfit in positions of authority.

Again, this does important political work. If you are ideologically committed to deregulation, and then a giant, deregulated sea-freighter crashes into a bridge, you can avoid any discussion of re-regulating the industry by insisting that we are living in a corrupted age where the unfit are unjustly elevated to positions of authority. That bridge wasn't killed by deregulation – it's demise is the fault of the DEI hire who captained the ship:

https://www.axios.com/local/salt-lake-city/2024/03/26/baltimore-bridge-dei-utah-lawmaker-phil-lyman-misinformation

The idea of a society made up of the patient and wise and the impatient and foolish is as old as Aesop's "The Ant and the Grasshopper," but it acquired a sheen of scientific legitimacy in 1970, with Walter Mischel's legendary "Stanford Marshmallow Experiment":

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanford_marshmallow_experiment

In this experiment, kids were left alone in a locked room with a single marshmallow, after being told that they would get two marshmallows in 15 minutes, but only if they waited until them to eat the marshmallow before them. Mischel followed these kids for decades, finding that the kids who delayed gratification and got that second marshmallow did better on every axis – educational attainment, employment, and income. Adult brain-scans of these subjects revealed structural differences between the patient and the impatient.

For many years, the Stanford Marshmallow experiment has been used to validate the cleavage of humanity in the patient and wise and impatient and foolish. Those brain scans were said to reveal the biological basis for thinking of humanity's innate rulers as a superior subspecies, hidden in plain sight, destined to rule.

Then came the "replication crisis," in which numerous bedrock psychological studies from the mid 20th century were re-run by scientists whose fresh vigor disproved and/or complicated the career-defining findings of the giants of behavioral "science." When researchers re-ran Mischel's tests, they discovered an important gloss to his findings. By questioning the kids who ate the marshmallows right away, rather than waiting to get two marshmallows, they discovered that these kids weren't impatient, they were rational.

The kids who ate the marshmallows were more likely to come from poorer households. These kids had repeatedly been disappointed by the adults in their lives, who routinely broke their promises to the kids. Sometimes, this was well-intentioned, as when an economically precarious parent promised a treat, only to come up short because of an unexpected bill. Sometimes, this was just callousness, as when teachers, social workers or other authority figures fobbed these kids off with promises they knew they couldn't keep.

The marshmallow-eating kids had rationally analyzed their previous experiences and were making a sound bet that a marshmallow on the plate now was worth more than a strange adult's promise of two marshmallows. The "patient" kids who waited for the second marshmallow weren't so much patient as they were trusting: they had grown up with parents who had the kind of financial cushion that let them follow through on their promises, and who had the kind of social power that convinced other adults – teachers, etc – to follow through on their promises to their kids.

Once you understand this, the lesson of the Marshmallow Experiment is inverted. The reason two marshmallow kids thrived is that they came from privileged backgrounds: their high grades were down to private tutors, not the choice to study rather than partying. Their plum jobs and high salaries came from university and family connections, not merit. Their brain differences were the result of a life free from the chronic, extreme stress that comes with poverty.

Post-replication crisis, the moral of the Stanford Marshmallow Experiment is that everyone experiences a mix of patience and impatience, but for the people born to privilege, the consequences of impatience are blunted and the rewards of patience are maximized.

Which explains a lot about how rich people actually behave. Take Charles Koch, who grew his father's coal empire a thousandfold by making long-term investments in automation. Koch is a vocal proponent of patience and long-term thinking, and is openly contemptuous of publicly traded companies because of the pressure from shareholders to give preference to short-term extraction over long-term planning. He's got a point.

Koch isn't just a fossil fuel baron, he's also a wildly successful ideologue. Koch is one of a handful of oligarchs who have transformed American politics by patiently investing in a kraken's worth of think tanks, universities, PACs, astroturf organizations, Star chambers and other world-girding tentacles. After decades of gerrymandering, voter suppression, court-packing and propagandizing, the American billionaire class has seized control of the US and its institutions. Patience pays!

But Koch's longtermism is highly selective. Arguably, Charles Koch bears more personal responsibility for delaying action on the climate emergency than any other person, alive or dead. Addressing greenhouse gasses is the most grasshopper-and-the-ant-ass crisis of all. Every day we delayed doing something about this foreseeable, well-understood climate debt added sky-high compounding interest. In failing to act, we saved billions – but we stuck our future selves with trillions in debt for which no bankruptcy procedure exists.

By convincing us not to invest in retooling for renewables in order to make his billions, Koch was committing the sin of premature avocado toast, times a billion. His inability to defer gratification – which he imposed on the rest of us – means that we are likely to lose much of world's coastal cities (including the state of Florida), and will have to find trillions to cope with wildfires, zoonotic plagues, and hundreds of millions of climate refugees.

Koch isn't a serene Buddha whose ability to surf over his impetuous attachments qualifies him to make decisions for the rest of us. Rather, he – like everyone else – is a flawed vessel whose blind spots are just as stubborn as ours. But unlike a person whose lack of foresight leads to drug addiction and petty crimes to support their habit, Koch's flaws don't just hurt a few people, they hurt our entire species and the only planet that can support it.

The selective marshmallow patience of the rich creates problems beyond climate debt. Koch and his fellow oligarchs are, first and foremost, supporters of oligarchy, an intrinsically destabilizing political arrangement that actually threatens their fortunes. Policies that favor the wealthy are always seeking an equilibrium between instability and inequality: a rich person can either submit to having their money taxed away to build hospitals, roads and schools, or they can invest in building high walls and paying guards to keep the rest of us from building guillotines on their lawns.

Rich people gobble that marshmallow like there's no tomorrow (literally). They always overestimate how much bang they'll get for their guard-labor buck, and underestimate how determined the poors will get after watching their children die of starvation and preventable diseases.

All of us benefit from some kind of cushion from our bad judgment, but not too much. The problem isn't that wealthy people get to make a few poor choices without suffering brutal consequences – it's that they hoard this benefit. Most of us are one missed student debt payment away from penalties and interest that add twenty years to our loan, while Charles Koch can set the planet on fire and continue to act as though he was born with the special judgment that means he knows what's best for us.

On SEPTEMBER 24th, I'll be speaking IN PERSON at the BOSTON PUBLIC LIBRARY!!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/04/deferred-gratification/#selective-foresight

Image: Mark S (modified) https://www.flickr.com/photos/markoz46/4864682934/

CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

[dgf2099]

The Driver Suit Blog-Paint Grades Tracker-April 19, 2025

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