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cinemaslife · 4 months

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#97 Disturbia (2007)

Kale (Shia LaBeouf) pierde a su padre en un accidente de coche cuando conducía él, la culpabilidad hace que sus notas bajen y se sienta poco cómodo e implicado en clase, un día su profesor nombra a su padre de manera poco respetuosa y Kale le da un puñetazo que lo lleva directo a una denuncia por parte de su profesor, lo que le obliga a estar encerrado en casa con una tobillera que no me permite alejarse de su casa.

Su madre Julie (Carrie-Anne Moss) se siente abrumada ante todo lo ocurrido y esperando enderezar a su hijo, le corta internet y la suscripción a Xbox, por lo que Kale se limita a observar a sus vecinos con unos prismáticos. Como en la ventana indiscreta de Alfred Hitchcock.

Al lado de su casa se acaban de mudar unos vecinos nuevos, con su hija Ashley (Sarah Roemer), de la edad de Kale y la que le llama mucho la atención. Justo como en Transformers. Porque Shia solo tiene ese papel en la vida, por lo visto.

Al otro lado, vive el Sr. Turner (David Morse) solitario con su Cadillac, pero bastante ligón, que siempre invita alguna chica a su casa.

Cuanto más se aburre Kale más tiempo pasa observando a sus vecinos, además, su madre, para poder pagar los gastos del arresto domiciliario, tiene que coger otro empleo, por lo que pasa poco tiempo en casa, y es Ronnie (Aaron Yoo) quien le hace compañía algunas horas al día.

Cuanto más sabe Kale de sus vecinos, más se va colando Kale por Ashley y más va sospechando del Sr. Turner, sobre todo, con las noticias de la tele, con la desaparición de chicas, justo como estaba pasando en Austin hasta hace apenas unos meses. Y todas las pruebas llevan al Sr. Turner.

Ahora que Ashley les ha pillado espiándola le hacen partícipe de sus investigaciones sobre el Sr. Turner y lo mismo que lo dicen en broma, se van preocupando porque todo va cuadrando. Una noche se cuelan en su casa para recabar pruebas y pillar a Kale intentando proteger a Ronnie, lo que lleva a que lo arresten de nuevo y le pongan en aviso de que revocaran la sentencia del arresto domiciliario. Para que el Sr. Turner no lo denuncie, su madre Julie va a hablar con él para que Kale no acabe en un lío mayor.

Justo cuando deciden empezar a grabar al vecino, se dan cuenta de que todo acaba encajando con la aparición del cadáver de una de las chicas, lo que implica que el Sr. Turner golpeé a Julie y la esconde en el sótano, para poder atacar a Ronnie, Ashley y Kale cosa que consigue.

El Sr. Turner se mete en la casa de Julie y Kale y se enzarza en una pelea descomunal con el joven, Kale se escapa y llega a casa de su vecino para liberar a su madre, la busca por toda la casa, pero no la encuentra, lo que va encontrando es más y más pruebas, cadáveres de otras mujeres, bolsos, ropa, etc. Pero ni rastro de su madre, la casa está totalmente habilitada para cometer crímenes, con un depósito de cadáveres para poder deshacerse de ellos.

En el sótano, detrás de una pared falsa, encuentra a su madre maniatada y con la boca tapada, cuando va a liberarla el vecino lo ataca y se apuñalan el uno al otro, hasta que Kale acaba definitivamente con él.

Al final, Ashley y Kale acaban juntos, al joven le quitan el arresto domiciliario por buen comportamiento y aprende a disfrutar de la vida, sin olvidar que lo ocurrido con su padre no le debe limitar a la hora de vivir su vida y disfrutarla junto a sus amigos y su novia.

#disturbia #shia labeouf #sarah roemer #david morse #aaron yoo #carrie anne moss #viola davis #matt craven #film #cinema #pelicula #netflix

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poppitron360 · 2 months

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Jason knelt by the memorial. He kept his face solemn and stony, the way he was taught by Lupa to hide his emotions. Never cry. Never show weakness. He laid the flowers across the base of the tombstone, the red and orange petals rustling ever so slightly in the breeze. He took a deep breath, and silently willed his body to stop shaking. He reached out, and traced the indentation of the name and date with his fingers, the tips slightly grazing the rough stone. The light from the candles shone in the bronze lettering, making it glow a fiery orange.

Leonidas Javier Valdez

July 7th 1998 - August 1st 2014

A true hero.

Jason felt the air shift around him as someone knelt next to him. He didn’t look at the person, instead he looked down at the concrete base of the memorial. On the floor by his knee, Piper’s hand crept closer across the stone. She was reaching out for comfort, Jason could see. But he couldn’t take it. If he let himself need her, then he’d break, and that would be weak. He looked back up at the gravestone.

“I-I can’t believe it’s been ten years…” He croaked, trying to string enough words to fill the trembling silence.

“I know,” Piper said, softly.

“He’d be twenty-six now.”

“I know.”

“Did- did you know his real name was Leonidas? before…” he gestured to the headstone.

Piper smiled weakly, “No, I didn’t. He kept that one from us.”

They turned back to the glowing bronze markings on the stone.

“Y’know…” Jason mused, “I think he’d really hate that epitaph. “A true hero” like what does that even mean?”

“It’s way too serious for him,” Piper agreed, “He’d want something funny, lighthearted. Maybe a bad pun, or a cheesy joke.”

“”Leonidas Javier Valdez- Inventor of the Valdezinator, Repair Boy, Taco-miser Extraordinaire!!”” Jason announced, waving his arm in an arc across the sky to deliver his point. Then he looked down, sadly. “He really was a hero, though… He saved so many lives that day. But… I don’t think that’s how he’d want to be remembered.”

“He’d think it was hilarious that they put that on there,” Piper said, “Painting him out to be this big martyr. He’d constantly tease us about it. Oh gods, we’d never hear the end of it.”

They laughed a little. Jason watched as Piper reached out a brushed a small clump of moss off of the stone.

“You’re getting a bit grubby there, bud,” She whispered, “Oh Leo, always covered in dirt and grime…”

She sniffed and wiped her eyes.

It was all Jason could do to keep breathing. Every day, for the last ten years, ever since Leo’s death, Jason hadn’t been living, he’d just been carrying on. He’d lost everything that day. But he had to keep going. He could not stop, could not break.

Leo was not here as a whole anymore, Jason knew that. But in the hush of the midsummer evening, Jason could see that parts of him were everywhere. He saw it in the candles. Their heat like the warmth of Leo’s skin. The dancing, restless flames like those busy eyes, constantly moving, scanning, making calculations. Jason listened to the crackle and pop of the burning wicks, and he could almost hear his shrill, raspy laugh. The shadows the candles cast were dark and inky, like motor oil and soot that covered Leo’s calloused skin. Around them, the flowers placed against the memorial rippled in the soft breeze, and Jason could see the bounce of a stray curl, the wind in his hair as Festus soared. The creak of the tree branches were the boards on the deck of the Argo, Leo atop the crow’s nest, looking out at the world. The beat of Jason’s heart was the thrum of the engine, Leo’s rhythmic tapping out in morse code to quiet the pistons. A bird chattered in the trees, and Jason could hear Leo cursing in rapid-fire Spanish, frustrated at another clogged toilet or broken mast. It was like the world was flashing Jason that infectious, cheshire-cat grin. All of these parts made up Leo. Jason could feel them. He was here. He was with them. The three of them were together again after all.

Jason watched the sparks from the candlelight dance into the sky, and he felt Leo’s spirit around them.

“Oh, Leo…” Jason spoke to the candles. He spoke to the flower petals. He spoke to the trees, “Stay with me… please.”

Piper put a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Do you think he’s in Elysium?” She asked, “We never found a body, never got to do the proper burial rights…”

“We can hope,” Jason replied, “But wherever he is… I think he’s happy.”

Jason closed his eyes, and listened to Leo’s whispers in the air, “I wait for you…”

Held back by the barriers of life and death, Jason waited too. He kept carrying on, waiting for him to reach the end of the road. Waiting out his life, before he could re-unite with his best friend again. His everything.

But Leo had died so that Jason could keep living. Jason was gonna use that gift to do as much good as he can, be the person everyone needed him to be. But when it came to an end, Jason knew he’d be content.

“I will wait for you, Leo…” Jason whispered, almost inaudibly. He hoped Piper wouldn’t hear. “I will wait, I promise. I swear it on the Riven Styx. I will keep breathing, keep going, keep waiting. It won’t be long now.”

Warm summer winds grazed Jason’s cheek. It was like he could feel Leo’s hands cupping his face. “I wait, Jason.”

“Are you in Elysium?” Jason asked to the sky, “Are you happy?”

To Jason’s horror, the voice took on a bitter, more saddened tone. “I wait for you.”

He suppressed a sob. He had to keep it together. Ten years hadn’t made it easier, but Jason had to try. He couldn’t let himself break. He had to keep going. He had to keep breathing. He had to keep waiting. For Leo.

Piper put a hand on Jason’s shoulder. They both looked up at the night sky. Ten years ago today, a fiery explosion had flashed across that patch of the heavens. A boy atop a bronze dragon had given his life to save the world below.

He was only sixteen…

“Hey,” Came a voice behind them. Jason turned, and saw Hazel and Frank climbing up the small hill.

“Glad we could make it,” Frank said, a little breathless from the climb, “Percy and Annabeth are coming, they’re just parking the car.”

Hazel knelt the other side of Jason, Frank next to her. She lay her own flowers on the pile. Frank brought out a candle, and lit it, placing it carefully amongst the others.

“Hey, Leo…” Hazel greeted the headstone, fondly. She gave it a friendly wave.

Frank sat cross-legged. “Good to see you, bud,” He whispered.

The four of them sat around the place in silence. Soon, Percy and Annabeth came and joined them. Percy put his arms around Jason and Piper’s shoulders, and squeezed them, tight. Piper put hers around Annabeth, so they sat in a line, linked. Hazel wrapped her arm around Frank. Frank reached a meaty hand out and placed it on the top of the grave. He held it there, gripping the stone. Jason took the message, and linked arms with Hazel.

They bathed in the heat of the candles. They listened to rustle of the leaves and the creak of the branches and the chattering of the birds. Jason knew they felt, just as he did, the spirit of Leo all around them. The warmth. The laugh. The restless energy. They heard him whisper, and giggle, and tap out a message. They held him in their circle of arms, felt his soul join with them.

“I wait for you all… one day, we could be re-united for realsies. I will enjoy this moment until then.”

Jason let out one, strangled sob. “I will wait for that day, Leo.”

But for now, he was here. The seven of them, together again, for one night.

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Happy Leo’s death day, everyone!!!

Enjoy a “What if Leo had actually died” AU- ft. much Valgrace.

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absolutefilthimsosorry · 3 months

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Spoilers for DnP Incohearent!!!!

I’m having so much fun trying to solve these that I made a list to keep track! Message if you can help me fill in any I’m missing or if I’ve got any wrong!!!

Also lmk if you see any I’ve missed!! I’m going to keep updating this and have it unrebloggable but you can reblog this post to have a link to it!

These are all gathered from this post and this post so check the notes on those first to try to solve them then look here if you need answers!

Sow march cheer ray = so much cherry

Wee nay urn for uke oye yer tub = we’ve never fucked on youtube?

Ta fold in fig = the golden pig

Feed hay hid eho = vday video

Tat he won ape hit morse him he = daddy want a bit more simmy

Watt ken ice hay = what can I say

North key bus teabag king = naughty busty baking

Fool tie enter nit hobo / fall tie mint her nepo moe / fault aye mint earn are ohm owe/ foul thyme inch hermit hole mold = full time internet homo

Cumin mile aid deed or = come in my ladydoor

Hum hay zinc tan = amazingdan

Elven ower fug sedge own = eleven hour fuck session

An berry moth ribeye adam stir = and every month we buy a hamster

March rest array = Manchester eye

Cyst herding yell = sister daniel

Add a ding teps = editing tips

Cop dubai khaki luna = topped by kakuna

Late eat tore = ladydoor

Half tugger etch two eggs cyst = have the courage to exist

Perish she end wink = Parisian twink

Coal ten big/ goal then pick = golden pig

Cyst ordain yell = sister daniel

Train youth inks = try new things

Gay mean moss/ gain ink mass = gamingmas

Soften need = soft and neat

A wools lied = owl slide

Topper bought them hill = top or bottom Phil

Coat fit firenze = golf with friends???

Few ours pig meow fits = viewers pick my outfits

Read less tar = red lester

Eye eight soup igloo = I ate super glue

Insight youth era too walls = inside you there are two wolves

Mine amy stan = my name is Dan

Clap hella = glabella

Hiss teeth rent = hits different

Eel eyes apron kay kiss = Eliza pancakes

See pram haze ink bra jet = super amazing project

Feels lie yawn = phils lion

Fuel ease snot dawn fair = Phil is not on fire

Jaw shush ear son = josh hutcherson

Ball bull him tour food = bauble in your foot?

Sure eck = shrek

High ate dust = hiatus

Add a dink deps = editing tips

Ga hay shoom air age = gay shoe marriage

Pope eat plate aim = poppy playtime

Eat aches stu = it takes two

Goo gal few ed = google feud

Baze ick lee eye meg ay = basically I’m gay

Ko min yout ti ew = coming out to you

Ender knit subvert grew oop = internet support group

Phylis turn yar a sheen yes = PHIL LESTER YOU’RE A GENIUS

With Audi intern yet wean ed brr wood halve mat = without the internet we never would have met

Gum ban yins drool I’ve = companions through life

Reed sons wide answer flail = reasons why dans a fail

Ewan dam ah some are reed = you and Dan are so married

Denver sis fill/ Denver cis full = Dan vs Phil

Or lawn huffing = all or nothing

Dunk rye core raft = don’t cry craft

Mortal jester roam and thick/ Morph adjust row antic = more than just romantic

So wall how debris poll light = swallow to be polite???

Oar hinge art = orange heart

Foray virgo em = forever home

Chai reel loop/ share real oob = cherry lube

Cad boyd anne = cat boy dan

Far turf ill lip = father philip

Tess lit hen ink = the slittening

Forth house indie rolled or touches = four thousand year old tortoises

Hey moth swish roundup floating = a month without uploading

Jam march let pet tea an farms = Je mange les petit enfants

Day lion howl tour = Dalien Howlter

Ima let all kit = I’m a little kit

Feel pearl lays shell ter = Phil plays shelter

Fewer blue key app ending = viewer spooky happenings

Hell low iam tour reel = hello I am Toriel

Laugh tuh gey mile kuh = left to get milk

Villas eek wreck why vuh = Phil’s secret wife

Footy strain gin said dent = ___ strange incident????

Snow core play sum = snokoplasm

Nope puts cereal sleeping mage innit = no but seriously imagine it

Tear rip pulling flu hence = terrible influence

Jeff why eye aisle hike vague liner = fyi I like vagina

Eggs intense all cry cis = existential crisis

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todaysdocument · 10 months

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Discharge Petition for H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964

Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: General Records

This item, H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964, faced strong opposition in the House Rules Committee. Howard Smith, Chairman of the committee, refused to schedule hearings for the bill. Emanuel Celler, Chairman of the Judiciary Committee, attempted to use this discharge petition to move the bill out of committee without holding hearings. The petition failed to gain the required majority of Congress (218 signatures), but forced Chairman Smith to schedule hearings.

88th CONGRESS. House of Representatives No. 5 Motion to Discharge a Committee from the Consideration of a RESOLUTION (State whether bill, joint resolution, or resolution) December 9, 1963 To the Clerk of the House of Representatives: Pursuant to Clause 4 of Rule XXVII (see rule on page 7), I EMANUEL CELLER (Name of Member), move to discharge to the Commitee on RULES (Committee) from the consideration of the RESOLUTION; H. Res. 574 entitled, a RESOLUTION PROVIDING FOR THE CONSIDERATION OF THE BILL (H. R. 7152) which was referred to said committee November 27, 1963 in support of which motion the undersigned Members of the House of Representatives affix their signatures, to wit: 1. Emanuel Celler 2. John J. Rooney 3. Seymour Halpern 4. James G Fulton 5. Thomas W Pelly 6. Robt N. C. Nix 7. Jeffery Cohelan 8. W A Barrett 9. William S. Mailiard 10. 11. Augustus F. Hawkins 12. Otis G. Pike 13. Benjamin S Rosenthal 14. Spark M Matsunaga 15. Frank M. Clark 16. William L Dawson 17. Melvin Price 18. John C. Kluczynski 19. Barratt O'Hara 20. George E. Shipley 21. Dan Rostenkowski 22. Ralph J. Rivers[page] 2 23. Everett G. Burkhalter 24. Robert L. Leggett 25. William L St Onge 26. Edward P. Boland 27. Winfield K. Denton 28. David J. Flood 29. 30. Lucian N. Nedzi 31. James Roosevelt 32. Henry C Reuss 33. Charles S. Joelson 34. Samuel N. Friedel 35. George M. Rhodes 36. William F. Ryan 37. Clarence D. Long 38. Charles C. Diggs Jr 39. Morris K. Udall 40. Wm J. Randall 41. 42. Donald M. Fraser 43. Joseph G. Minish 44. Edith Green 45. Neil Staebler 46. 47. Ralph R. Harding 48. Frank M. Karsten 49. 50. John H. Dent 51. John Brademas 52. John E. Moss 53. Jacob H. Gilbert 54. Leonor K. Sullivan 55. John F. Shelley 56. 57. Lionel Van Deerlin 58. Carlton R. Sickles 59. 60. Edward R. Finnegan 61. Julia Butler Hansen 62. Richard Bolling 63. Ken Heckler 64. Herman Toll 65. Ray J Madden 66. J Edward Roush 67. James A. Burke 68. Frank C. Osmers Jr 69. Adam Powell 70. 71. Fred Schwengel 72. Philip J. Philiben 73. Byron G. Rogers 74. John F. Baldwin 75. Joseph Karth 76. 77. Roland V. Libonati 78. John V. Lindsay 79. Stanley R. Tupper 80. Joseph M. McDade 81. Wm Broomfield 82. 83. 84. Robert J Corbett 85. 86. Craig Hosmer87. Robert N. Giaimo 88. Claude Pepper 89. William T Murphy 90. George H. Fallon 91. Hugh L. Carey 92. Robert T. Secrest 93. Harley O. Staggers 94. Thor C. Tollefson 95. Edward J. Patten 96. 97. Al Ullman 98. Bernard F. Grabowski 99. John A. Blatnik 100. 101. Florence P. Dwyer 102. Thomas L. ? 103. 104. Peter W. Rodino 105. Milton W. Glenn 106. Harlan Hagen 107. James A. Byrne 108. John M. Murphy 109. Henry B. Gonzalez 110. Arnold Olson 111. Harold D Donahue 112. Kenneth J. Gray 113. James C. Healey 114. Michael A Feighan 115. Thomas R. O'Neill 116. Alphonzo Bell 117. George M. Wallhauser 118. Richard S. Schweiker 119. 120. Albert Thomas 121. 122. Graham Purcell 123. Homer Thornberry 124. 125. Leo W. O'Brien 126. Thomas E. Morgan 127. Joseph M. Montoya 128. Leonard Farbstein 129. John S. Monagan 130. Brad Morse 131. Neil Smith 132. Harry R. Sheppard 133. Don Edwards 134. James G. O'Hara 135. 136. Fred B. Rooney 137. George E. Brown Jr. 138. 139. Edward R. Roybal 140. Harris. B McDowell jr. 141. Torbert H. McDonall 142. Edward A. Garmatz 143. Richard E. Lankford 144. Richard Fulton 145. Elizabeth Kee 146. James J. Delaney 147. Frank Thompson Jr 148. 149. Lester R. Johnson 150. Charles A. Buckley4 151. Richard T. Hanna 152. James Corman 153. Paul A Fino 154. Harold M. Ryan 155. Martha W. Griffiths 156. Adam E. Konski 157. Chas W. Wilson 158. Michael J. Kewan 160. Alex Brooks 161. Clark W. Thompson 162. John D. Gringell [?] 163. Thomas P. Gill 164. Edna F. Kelly 165. Eugene J. Keogh 166 John. B. Duncan 167. Elmer J. Dolland 168. Joe Caul 169. Arnold Olsen 170. Monte B. Fascell [?] 171. [not deciphered] 172. J. Dulek 173. Joe W. [undeciphered] 174. J. J. Pickle [Numbers 175 through 214 are blank]

#archivesgov #December 12 #1963 #civil rights #civil rights act of 1964 #1960s

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ratwavegamehouse · 1 year

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I make a lot of playlists. I've made two for Terminal, an upcoming digital pirate action game coming to Kickstarter on July 20th (written by me, illustrated by Gormengeist, edited by Alyssa Ridley).

There's lot of different reasons I'll make a playlist. Capturing a mood, something to create a certain mood, processing feelings. I make playlists for most books I do and they're usually doing one of those others for me as well.

This post I'll share both playlists and run through one which will also work as a sneak peak at the game.

The first playlist (the Digital Pirate Action mix) is a long sprawling one that I keep adding to. It's stuff that feels like Terminal vibes, whatever that means. It's lot of alternative hip hop, dark ambient, harsh noise, some pop songs and then songs from various influences sprinkled in. There's a character in Terminal called The Hedonist, an obsolete program and pirate contact who runs a nightclub for others who've escaped deletion. I imagine the Digital Pirate Action mix as what's playing in her club.

The second playlist (Enter the Terminal) I made more recently, after a conversation on a yet-to-be-released episode of This is Your Lifepath where we talked about music. In this case it's a linear playlist where each sings maos to aspect of the book. It's less concerned with being a cohesive listening experience and more about whatever songs reminded me of different things.

Gonna do a run through of this second playlist and explain some of my thoughts, also because it's a useful way to preview the game.

Song 1 - Break the Glass by Clipping.

This is essentially a mood setter. I think of it like an opening credits song. The repeated refrane of "wake up", lines about "life binary in Morse code". I was thinking of unreality.

Song 2 - Gospel for a New Century by Yves Turner

This song I'm also thinking about breaking from the simulation.

Song 3 - A Drop of Nelson's Blood by Jarvis Cocker

I needed a sea shanty (in this case a cover of a sea shanty) to set the mood in the Wake, the real world. Long ago, before anyone can remember, the robots and humanity shattered the moon and the world flooded, reshaping landmasses. Now the pirates of Libertatia, those who've awoken from the simulation, battle the Robot Authority on the waves.

Song 4 - Road to Hell II from Hadestown

In the world of Terminal there is story of the omen, someone who emerges in each iteration of the Terminal with extraordinary power. They use this to battle the system and hope to overthrow it. They have always failed. This song choice reflects, the idea of trying again, in the hope things might turn out different this time.

Song 5 - Saint by Deaf Havana

For this song I was thinking a lot about the pressure the pirates are under. Specifically I ended up thinking about Captain Breach, the chair of the Captain's Council, who has this position at what is going to be a pivotal moment in Libertatia's history.

Song 6 - Miracle by CHVRCHES

I wanted a song to represent the character of The Seer, a program with the power of precognition, who often aids the pirates but is ultimately still a routine part of the Terminal's function and so is difficult to trust.

It was hard to find a song that really fit, and honestly this doesn't feel like it fits perfectly but I think I'm almost imagining from the perspective of a pirate wanting to feel trust.

Song 7 - I'm Beginning to Think You Prefer Beverly Hills to Me by Fight Like Apes

This was about the aforementioned Hedonist. An upbeat song about firing fit their attitude to being declared obsolete. She intends to dance to the night away until the curtain falls, rather than fighting back.

The Hedonist's starting point of inspiration was the character of the Merovingian from the Matrix sequels. Her role in the world ended up drawing from Carrie Ann Moss's character in Mass Effect 2. They also, in my interpretation of them, ended up having some Jareth the Goblin King vibes. She's one of the NPCs I end up thinking about a lot.

Song 8 - Not in This World by Kids in Glass Houses

A campaign of Terminal begins with the startup operation Run, Atalanta, Run, a scenario designed to introduce players to how the game plays and the world as a whole as well as sparking the overall campaign. It involves your crew trying to help free a restless sleeper known as Atalanta. It's the thing in the book thats going for the plot of the first Matrix film the most.

I was thinking of the character Atalanta with this song choice. The lyrics "Don't wanna see, I want an ocean, and all of the madness, so give me your worst" feels very them.

Song 9 - Heel Turn 2 by The Mountain Goats

The major scenario arcs in Terminal are called Crashes, and each could escalate to the point of being the games finale. I picked a song for each crash.

Heel Turn 2 is for Curations of The Archivist. The crew faces of again an obsolete program who's former role involved cataloging everything important in an iteration. Now they turn to capturing and freezing everything they find value in, eventually threatening to cause enough instalibity to kill everyone in the system.

Heel Turn 2 felt appreciate for this bitter character lashing out.

Song 10 - Zero Zero by Gerard Way

The Crash Multiplied by 0 involves faxing off against the titular 0, a former special agent turned living virus who threatens to assimilate the entire Terminal (their analog should be fairly obvious to anyone who's seen the Matrix films).

This was an on the nose song choice but the refrain of "Call me zero you are zero" is pretty perfect for the way they assimilate others.

Song 11 - Frankenstein by Rina Sawayama

Corruptions of The Passenger involves facing a new plot by the Robot Authority, involving a program who can hack into pirates mind and leave bots that take over. The first known hacked pirates is Orpheus, appropriately named for their failure to avoid looming back.

I love the album Hold the Girl so much. I think this placement here is almost imagining this as from Orpheus to The Passenger.

Song 12 - The World We Knew from Sayonara Wild Hearts

The Dying Dream is where a lot of the games Paprika influence is. The crew venture into a firewalled off domain where nightmares have begun to bleed from the mind of a dying sleeper. Much of the dreams fixate on the fears and regrets of the sleeper which led to me picking this song from Sayanora Wild Hearts.

Song 13 - Born to Lose by Jenny Owen Youngs

The Twin Peaks influence I may have mentioned before is sprinkled throughout the game, sometimes in direct riffs like the character of The Arm in the Dying Dream, but also in general vibes and logic of certain places like The Seer's domain. The Crash Tortures of The Killer draws some influence from Twin Peaks and Blue Velvet, and involves The Killer, a disgusting program deployed by The Puppeteer, threatening lingering threads to the crews sleeping past.

The lyrics "Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by/With a deal you won't be able to refuse/No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring/And brother, you prepare yourself to/Offer up what you were born to lose" reflects the way The Puppeteer wants to blackmail the crew into doing their bidding.

Song 14 - Life on Land by Dessa

The Crash Sailor's Warning is the only Crash taking place mostly in the Wake, the real world. It involves tensions at the heart of Libertatia, and challenges the crews relationships with their pirate comrades.

Using a song called Life on Land for this Crash is partly being cutesy but also a lot of the song does feel like it drives at the mindset of the central NPC Captain Wail.

(Not related to Sailor's Warning but the lines "I'm just a girl, in the body of a boy, in the belly of a whale" also really brought to mind transness in Terminal specifically.)

Song 15 - Volunteer DJ by Fishboy

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Ok so I won't say what this song relates to textually, but thematically I was thinking about the last and what gets left behind.

Song 16 - Black Wave by K.flay

So as mentioned before any of the Crashes can become the games finale, the Total System Crash, where as well as defeating the central threat you'll determine the fate of Libertatia and this iteration of the Terminal. This song fits for facing something as immense as the fate of two worlds and also musically fits for like a final montage as you prepare for the last showdown.

Song 17 - There is a Place for You Here by Left at London

Figured the last song on this playlist is almost like an end credits song for the book. The lyrics remind me of some of the more emotional and subtextual themes of the game.

Like I said, less musically cohesive then the other playlist, like very much made up of songs I listened to a lot that I linked to different things. Probably also influenced by my mood when I made it, which was kinda depressed over some personal life things. It's got a more melancholy tone then the playlist I made have made a week before or a week after.

Anyway so that's two playlists about Terminal, which as a reminder is coming to Kickstarter on July 20th. Please follow the pre-launch at terminal.ratwave.uk and back when we go live!

#indie ttrpg #game design #ttrpg #cyberpunk #the matrix #digital pirate action #playlist

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supernovafeather · 1 year

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Down With You

FO!Poe Dameron x FO!F!Reader

Content : commander x pilot, mutual pining, canon typical violence, fluff, angst

Summary : Reader loses contact with the rest of her squadron during a heated battle, and has to count on her commander's stubbornness to find them again

High in those hostile skies, the fireballs looked like blossoming flowers from the ground. The loud roars could be heard a few seconds after the impact and covered the spaceships engines noises as the battle raged in the distance.

Unable to move if not for your eyes, this desolated scenery composed of your crashed TIE and the flames highlighting the massive clouds from time to time couldn't escape you. Your body hurt after the brutal landing and despite the loud buzz ringing in your ears you could process the desperate messages exchanged by your squadron. However despite your will to get aboard to update them over your situation, your body refused to move and your pilot outfit felt ridiculously heavy. Damn be the engineers that estimated that such imposing wiring and large outfit were necessary for pilots. The First Order had such wonderful technology but still couldn't dress its soldiers appropriately. A cold shiver found its way down your back as what you identified as your Commander's nervous voice started mumbling something over the radio.

"Hey soldier you're still active but I can't find you on my radar, bring your ass back there to cover me, over."

This only caused your right leg to convulse in vain as your face remained against the grass, your nostrils assaulted by the nauseating scent of wet moss and ashes. Useless. You couldn't even stand up to join your squadron.

"Hey? I need you there right now it's getting tensed," he barked.

Suddenly you felt dizzy and cursed under your breath. At first the thick layer of your helmet convinced you that nothing could have damaged your skull but now you felt more skeptical. This, and the weird difficulty you had to try to move due to this sleepiness spreading.

"Hey what's going on are you alright" he asked anxiously.

After a colossal effort, you succeeded at rolling on your back but only to remain stranded there with your eyes closed. With a big smile you heard the characteristic noise of a TIE firing at the enemy and soon after another crash hit a northern cliff. You might die there but at least another one of those stupid rebels died before you did. The scenery didn't teach you much. It was the middle of an hostile jungle, and your TIE reduced to pieces lying on top of trees and in the swamp. After crawling back to your mostly intact cockpit in a concert of groans and sighs, you managed to reach your seat as the explosions suddenly doubled up in the sky. As your heart started to beat harder than ever both from anguish for your comrades and due to the massive physical effort necessary to achieve the smallest task, you examined the damaged machines surrounding you. Some hanged from what remained of the ceiling. Most were unusable.

"Oh kriff stop kidding me," you mumbled.

Your gloved hands wandered left and right as dizziness caught you up, forcing you to grab the dashboard with as much strength as you could. After a quick feeling of abnormal cold followed by an abnormal heat spreading down to your fingers you understood that you had a few seconds left. Instead of exhausting yourself trying to repair the radio, you turned to your left and started sending a message in Morse code. You entered your Commander's ID to make him the only receiver knowing he would transmit immediately to the other ones. At least that was what you attempted. The series of clicks became erratic and turned into a cacophony impossible to decipher after a few seconds in it, interrupted for long seconds as you kept on clicking without enough strength.

"Stranded. Need help. Emergency. Stop," you started to whisper to focus more properly.

Poe could hear it and you knew it but you started to fear that he couldn't even understand what you were trying to transfer. You decided to change your plan as your upper body started to press itself against the dashboard as sleepiness conquered your muscles little by little despite the battle above your head.

"Give up. No help. Leave. Stop," you coughed.

The moment you opened your eyes could have been an hallucination. May it be one or reality it didn't change anything as your brain refused to process what was happening. The thick blur surrounding you hurt your eyes, but then you realized that it got caused to the rain pouring on your face. You closed your eyelids and tried to stop your whistling breathing before realizing that it didn't come from you. Your sternum was in pain and the slight shake you felt didn't ease it.

"Wake up please wake up" mumbled a broken voice you didn't know.

The person gave up with a sigh, and the suffering increased as the man rested something on your belly. This was when you noticed that your only had your pilot underpants on covering you from cleavage to toe. Your helmet got removed as well.

"Shit I… I can't do that…" he whispered.

Your ears started to ring as you regained consciousness slowly but surely, absorbing the rest of his words. After a while you felt your body getting dragged away from there, shielding you from the rain. The footsteps then got away from you and you turned your head to the side, opening your eyes gently as a few droplets slid down your nose and cheeks. A tomb dug in the mud, and a metallic piece - visibly from a TIE wall - planted with your name and rank on it engraved with a stone or another metallic piece.

This acted like an electroshock. That, and the low clicking sound you heard above you.

"Shit… you…" he mumbled.

Poe fell onto his knees, his blaster still in his hand. Never before you had seen him so pale, miserable, and with such puffy eyes. His hair got ruined by the rain outside, and blood stained his already dark uniform. The temperature felt much lower than during the battle but you were unable to know whether or not it came from your imagination. All you knew was that he started trembling as whitish and tiny clouds left his blueish lips.

"I won't have to do that," he said in pure shock.

His weapon dropped for good and tears flooded his face. Was it relief or exhaustion? You couldn't be sure.

"I won't have to do that," he sobbed before hiding his face behind his bandaged hands, "it was an absolute nightmare."

You blinked slowly as sleepiness found you another time, helped by the gentle touch on your temple and his disbelieved smile between two sobs. The warmth provided by his mostly intact TIE brought you some joy now that your clothes got dried up. The storm replaced the battle outside as you embraced Poe tightly, your hand grabbing his mop of wet hair.

"Is everybody safe ?" You croaked. "They are. We got separated between the two main mountain chains but they're safe."

Despite the warmth and reassurance that things could have taken a much worse turn than it did, Poe kept on trembling. You suspected this tough battle of draining him mentally.

"You are a mess Poe, what is going on?" "I thought you thought I was always a mess." "You are. But it's worse today. We all survived."

This time he sneered before looking at you in the eyes with a fake disappointed face betrayed by his laughing eyes.

"Well, maybe that's the point."

You punched him gently on his shoulder before snuggling closer against him by using tiredness as the perfect excuse to reduce the ranking differences between each other. It had always felt awkward to see him as your superior. He had all the skills required and motivation and loyalty but he remained so human that he felt more like a responsible and guiding friend.

"Well, you may be the best Commander but you did crash your own ship." "By taking down two X-wings. Still a win."

Poe tightened his grip before lying down with you in the corner you chose. As you started to rub his wet scalp with your fingers your eyes locked with his. Soon after you wanted to look away due to the intensity you found in his pupils. Not the one you got accustomed to see full of life with that adventurous glint tainted with mischief. You heard it was a shock to see your own father crying for the first time, and it sure was a shock to see your invincible and immortal Commander sobbing as he caressed your cheek. His features contorted in a painful expression, eyes narrowed to let the thick tears slide down his darkening cheeks.

"It would destroy me as a Commander," he started, "to lose any of you. But you, that would kill me." "Don't say that please," you replied without knowing what to do.

Panicking internally, you welcomed him closer to you in an embrace you hoped to be comforting as he sobbed harder against your shoulder.

"You're the one that almost died and I thought I'd have to ease your pain when I found you lying there and I thought I failed you and I remembered I'd been rude to you during the battle and it caught me up and I hated myself so much." "I'm fine Poe, I'm doing fine. See ?" "You were not moving and and…"

The moment he started to hyperventilate you sat him down against the closest wall to give him some air, the tensed muscles protesting loudly with all your nerves as you did so. After instructing him how to breathe and calm down, you grabbed his hand to keep an eye on his heartbeat.

"See ? It's getting better already." You said encouragingly with a slight pressure. "I'm not injured, you're not. We're safe and the others are safe."

He nodded and for the first time you could truly take into account how precious this moment was. Poe Dameron wasn't a talented extroverted idiot like you used to think, at least he was not only that. He was also a passionate man loyal to his values and men. If it were anybody else with him tonight his reputation as the both tough and relaxed Commander would crumble. The First Order remained merciless and the games of power remained the same as everywhere else.

"Stop lying you're injured." He said as he took your hand in his. "Not as much as you think." "I like to think you start to act like I do," he stated with a grin.

Affection radiated from his face. The tears remained there, his eyes were still as red, but his now toothy smile remained a heartwarming sight.

"I do because you're really stubborn and at some point somebody needs to keep you on the right path." "Lying about your condition to your superior is not the right path." "Don't play that card with me." "I do because I'm as stubborn as you are. And I almost lost you for good so I hope you can let me get selfish just this time." "I would call it selfishness," you defied him. "Let's do it in a proper way then."

Who kissed who, now that was a mystery. But what started as a cute - and even shy - kiss turned into something more desperate as Poe stopped moving his lips as emotions overwhelmed him once more. You stopped for a few seconds to reassure him but he shushed you with a series of pecks landing here and there all over your face, his hands holding yours.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it !

@queen-of-elves @qrjung

#Oscar Isaac #poe dameron x reader #fo!poe x reader

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generallynaive · 2 years

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Mad Men (Season 6 - Episode 10)

“A Tale of Two Cities”

written by Janet Leahy & Matthew Weiner

directed by John Slattery

#Mad Men #Matthew Weiner #Jon Hamm #Elisabeth Moss #Christina Hendricks #John Slattery #Kevin Rahm #Rich Sommer #Robert Morse #Vincent Kartheiser #my edit

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sanjismuskyarmpits · 5 months

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morse

Misread as moss.

#letterbox #prince.txt

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filmszeresz · 7 months

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FILMSZERÉSZ TOP 100 TÉVÉSOROZAT - 32. Mad Men – Reklámőrültek

Az (amerikai) marketing-szakma krónikája nagyjából stabil, de érdekesen vívódó macsó-szemszögből. Az új évezred sorozat-boomjának egyik legönfejűbb, s ezért is okkal-joggal tisztelt produkciója.

Úgynevezett klasszikus.

Rengeteget dohányoznak benne. Ez önmagában még nem lenne érdem persze, de tényleg ott tartunk, hogy azzal semmi baj, ha valaki a filmen viszkivel öblít, de nehogy rágyújtson, mert fúj, az egészségtelen. Ám a Mad Men-ben nem azért cigiznek sokat, hogy bemutassanak a kornak, amely embere nézi a sorozatot, hanem egyszerűen azért, mert ha egy sorozat története a 60-as években indul, akkor így autentikus.

Az egész sorozat szuper-autentikus: a miliő perfekt, a karakterekben csak úgy pulzál a feszültség - a sztori meg egyszerre informatív és szórakoztató. És megállás nélkül provokatív. A Mad Men 7 évada hangsúlyosan mesél a reklám csinálóiról, annak célközönségéről. A manipulációról. A férfi-női viszonyok fojtott reménytelenségéről. A patriarchátusról és a feminizmus erősödéséről.

Cool, elmélyült és Jon Hamm. És Elisabeth Moss, Vincent Kartheiser, January Jones, Christina Hendricks, John Slattery

Robert Morse, Jared Harris. És a többiek.

És a Mad Men-é a tévétörténet egyik legklasszabb főcíme is.

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#2007 #amc #mad men #kovács gellért #filmszerész #top 100

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rebeccas-tavern · 1 year

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Ai generated quotes with characters

Overlord: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Rebecca's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get her out…

Overlord: God, give me patience.

Rebecca: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Overlord: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Overlord: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Rebecca: Thank you

Overlord: I didn't say that was a good thing

Rebecca: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Ray: Why is Cryptor so sad?

Overlord: They took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Ray: And...?

Overlord: They got Rebecca.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Ray: Shit.

Cryptor: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Overlord: OH MY GOD REBECCA FELL OFF

Ray: *Gently taps table*

Cryptor: *Taps back*

Overlord: What are they doing?

Rebecca: Morse code.

Ray: *Aggressively taps table*

Cryptor: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Ray: Yo is Rebecca sleeping or dead?

Cryptor: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Overlord: Yeah, so did I.

Rebecca: Okay first of all, fuck you-

Overlord: Why are Ray and Cryptor sitting with their backs to each other?

Rebecca: They had a fight.

Overlord: Then why are they holding hands?

Rebecca: They get sad when they fight

Ray: You're a loose cannon, Cryptor.

Cryptor: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Rebecca: I think you play by your own rules.

Overlord: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.

Ray: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Cryptor: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Mechanic is a loose cannon.

Mechanic: *smashes a chair*

Ray: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Cryptor: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Rebecca: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Overlord: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Mechanic: What the fuck is wrong with you people

Ray: Bye Cryptor! Bye Rebecca! Bye Overlord! Bye Mechanic! Bye Cryptor!

Rebecca: You said ‘bye Cryptor’ twice.

Ray: I like Cryptor.

Ray: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Rebecca will and will not eat.

Cryptor: Grass? Yes!

Ray: Moss? Yes!!

Cryptor: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Ray: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Cryptor: Worms? Sometimes!

Ray: Rocks? Usually nah.

Cryptor: Twigs? Usually!

Ray: Mechanic's cooking? Inconclusive!

Overlord: How did you… test this?

Ray: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.

Overlord: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Mechanic: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Ray: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Mechanic: *turning to Cryptor* How tall are you?

Ray: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Mechanic?

Mechanic: … No.

Cryptor: I do!

Ray: I know, Cryptor.

Cryptor: I’m sad!

Ray: I know, Cryptor.

Ray: You have to apologize to Mechanic

Cryptor: Fine.

Cryptor: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Ray: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Mechanic, not looking up from their book: Spear.

Ray: BLOCKED.

Ray: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Mechanic: I do have a sense of humor you know

Ray: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Mechanic: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Ray: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Mechanic, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Ray: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Mechanic: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

#ninjago #ninjago the mechanic #the mechanic #lego ninjago #cryptor ninjago #cryptor #rebeccas ocs #ninjago overlord #ninjago original character

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