#praying this doesnt get crunched

[ketraia]

my secsam for madetolooklikeus

[livemivida]

journal

i have so much to say. starting with i took a photo of myself tonight on august 29 2024.. i looked absolutely miserable. i looked 30 with a receding hairline😭 i look like i been doing drugs and shit. it felt pretty depressing to see if im honest… my life is moving so fast and i didnt even realize it. im turning 22 in 3 months.. i just turned 21. i barely even remember 21. probably because i didnt create very many memories.. i just need to make sure i get into school and take my classes and show up for them yk? it took me this long to start them.. its been 3 years since i graduated high school.. it feels long but would i think a 3 year okd baby is old? no.. id be like wow she has time. i dont know what this time crunch is when u get to ur 18 or 20s. it just feels like life speeds up and u have to get everything u ever wanted don. like there is this funny sound on tiktok that goes, did you know that u have 30 minutes??? and someone said me when blah blah life in my 20s to get their dream life. that is genuinely how it feels. it feels like i have 30 minutes to get all that i want. ngl im hust jappy imnnot where i use to be.. being 19 and talking to racist dudes all because i had no other options. i so badly wanted a bf i would make anyone fit the role. its like when u cant wait? so u jump the gun to early? like being in discord at 16… feining for make attention. male attention is so glorified. u think its some romanticcc thing but its really not… google says its because of socialization,, which makes sense i was taught boys dont like this they dont like when girls do that, etc. and if i was ever to get married i better make sure i hide this part of myself.

anyways.. what does this all rly matter!??!? it doesnt! thats the beautiful part i get to yap every thought this brain produces and reiterate it onto this rectangular device!! how exciting!!

and sadly i must. MUST. end my relationship with valorant for now.. as I have a theory my constant strife, frowning , upsetness or whatever ud like to call it, contributed towards my state in that picture. either way.. ill make it through. ill find a way through, ill show myself what im made of!! also. pray for my friend, he is struggling.. ):

OH! Also! one last thing! yk my dreamm about streaming valorant abd stuff? while being high and streaming with my facecam and my face appears symmetrical and my nose appears cutely and tiny shaped my face is snatched abd sharo and my eyes are alluring and hypnotizing?? that dream?? where i get paid for being so incredibly gorgeous that i could model and paid to play a game and paid to be high and have fun with friends abd create shit. i think my parents dont get it. they dont get that someone would just pay for u to live ur life? they dont get wats so interesting and they think the only way to make good money is through college. which is such a naive dilly thought bc so many successful billionaire entrepreneurs never even went or dropped out. they figured out another way to make their revenue. ANYWAYS.. i think about how disappointed my parts woykd be in me ifcthats how i lived my life? likr ploo? just gaming and playing games and and talking to strangers online?? and posting pics of musrlf??? i think they expect me to be something cool like a docyor but no im just gna be an inflenver guys… like ya no. talk more layer tho im sleepyyyyy gnightt evalissseeeee i love u evalissseee

[skincareroutine]

last night i was charging my old apple pencil n i had to take off the little hat. and i put it down next to me. and GOD TOOK IT. i have no idea where it went i stripped the bed took everything out from under my bed and idk pls pray god gives it back i dont like seeing the pencils naked head. it literally doesnt matter otherwise im jut getting so uncomfortable staring at its naked head. um im also starting to think either i ATE IT cus i was eating takis and man a crunch is a crunch or it slipped into my pants and fell into the toilet when i went to the bathroom. sooo unlikely but im grasping at straws here what other way can something exit my room forever without me leaving my room since i lost it

god communicates with me every time i set a little trinket down next to me and it disappears off this astral plane. like where is it? its not under my bed its not in any of the given surrounding area that it should be. god did that

[bloodyodyssey]

Who determines the limit at which humanity ends and godhood begins?

[yazumo]

i saw that lucien pantyhose headcanon while in a call with friends and audibly went "lucien wears pantyhose? he SO does" and then i went to draw it

Wild ass TES headcannons

Cicero eats salt by the handfulls. He pours it all into his ha.d at once and throws it in his mouth. The rest of the brotherhood is absolutly appalled by this.

Anrbjorn eats raw fish out of his werewolf form dont @ me

Lucien Lachance wears pantyhose and is comfortable with his sexuality

Martin Septim is really, really gay. Not flamboyant but very much gay.

The Adoring Fan is 9 years old okay

Please add more I want to read everyones weird headcannons

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 6: Sharp knifes and blood (past)

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count: 2943

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected.

Black and purple smoke clouded Artemis’s vision, dulling her senses to the point where she didn’t know which way was up and which was down. She tried to fight, but her hands grabbed at nothing while a deep, gruff laugh rang in her ear. Where was she? What was happening?

Adrenaline flooded her system as the sensation of being tossed around in a whirlpool of darkness and void made her head spin. She couldn't breathe. She needed to get away. She needed to run!

As the breath was choked out of her, Artemis clutched her throat. Panic rose in the pit of her stomach. There was no way she could fight an enemy she could neither feel nor hear. Her quirk was useless in this deafening void. Her mind raced as she searched for a way to fight this, to save herself.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, the darkness ripped open and she fell. She hit the ground with a painful thud and gasped for air, her aching lungs finally filling with oxygen again. Her body screamed at her to curl up and hide until she’d caught her breath, but the thudding of four heartbeats so close to her forced her back onto her feet.

She found herself in a room with collapsed and crumbling walls. How the hell had she ended up here? Where was her class? The last thing she remembered was her classmates and her trying to get to the exit after the villains had attacked. The black wispy cloud that she’d seen at the fountain had turned out to be a villain with a portal quirk. Artemis recalled how he’d stepped into their way and Thirteen had tried to suck him up with her quirk, but Bakugou and Kirishima had attacked before they’d had a chance to. Then darkness and void. Goddamnit.

Her gaze fell on the four villains in front of her. She could tell by their cruel smirks that they weren’t friendly, not to mention the aura of bloodlust that surrounded them.

Focus, Artemis. Observe.

The villains seemed to be holding back from attacking in order to examine her movements. They were probably taking in every detail, predicting how she would fight and what her quirk was. So, they were cautious. It hit her that her class had most likely been separated on purpose, with her friends sent to different locations to make them easier to take down. The others were probably still inside the USJ.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Artemis looked closer at her opponents. There were three men and one woman. She narrowed her eyes at them and reached out with her senses. There wasn’t a lot of water to be drawn out of the building. She guessed that the portal itself had landed her in the collapsed zone.

For a few minutes, they just stared at each other, each side sizing the other up. Why aren’t they attacking? Artemis thought. They had her here alone. Unless...

“What the hell are we waiting for? She’s just a kid. Get her,” growled the man on her left. His skin was covered in something that looked like rocks.

Artemis perked up. So, she was right. These villains may have gotten in here and separated the students and teachers, but they hadn’t done their research. They didn’t know what kind of quirks they were facing.

She focused her quirk with her hand, trying to gather as much water as she could to form a weapon. Her bow would be highly impractical in closed quarters.

The woman of the group groaned at her companion’s words in frustration. “We’ve been told to judge them by their quirks, not their age, you absolute twit,” she hissed.

“Look at her, though! The little mouse is scared out of her mind,” a man with bat wings cackled, walking towards her.

Artemis’s heartbeat quickened. Four against one would be quite a challenge, even for her. Yes, she’d experienced worse odds before and beat them, but she’d come out on the other side exhausted and injured, and she needed to conserve her strength today. Who was saying there weren’t more enemies waiting for her after she’d dealt with these ones? She had to be smart about this.

As Bat Wings drew closer, Artemis readied her body for attack. Her muscles tensed like a cat’s, ready to pounce, adrenaline flooding her system. The moment she launched her attack, she’d have seconds to cause as much damage as possible. These villains didn’t know her skill level, but as soon as they found out her quirk, they’d begin to plan ways to counter it. Then she’d be in trouble.

She watched Bat Wings’ feet, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. One step, then another. Just as he looked like he would attack her, she moved. Sure enough, he lunged for her, swinging his arm in a punch. Artemis grabbed his arm, yanked him towards her and buried her knee in his face with a crunch.

He groaned as his nose was broken. Using him to vault herself upwards, Artemis jumped right onto the stoneskin villain. There was no use in piercing him with her usual water needles, so she took advantage of his surprise to wrap her legs around his neck, using her weight to spin him around into the third male villain. Both of them toppled over with confused yelps. 

“What are you doing? Grab her!” the woman yelled, her nails growing into silvery sharp darts that she flung at Artemis. They sped towards her so fast she barely had time to dodge. Rolling out of the way, she felt a hiss as the tiny daggers split the air and hit the wall behind her.

A curse rose in the back of her throat. That had been too close. She could almost hear the disapproving scoff of her old man in the back of her head. But she’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall back on that. Her slip up with Bakugou had been enough. She could do this!

With three of the men down on the ground, her eyes settled on the female villain. She seemed more intelligent than her male colleagues, making her the most dangerous opponent of them all. There was no need for Artemis to take them all out permanently. She just had to knock them out long enough for her to make a run for it without being chased.

Artemis leapt at her, raising her fist to bury in her face, but the villain anticipated her attack, ducking under her arm before she could land the attack. She retaliated with a swing of her own, sharp nails ready to cut up Artemis’s face. Artemis tried to dodge, but it was too late. The sharp kiss of steel on her cheek was her punishment.

She stumbled back, trying to put as much distance between herself and the woman as possible. She’d barely taken two steps when the villain threw herself at her again.

As Artemis dodged the first blow, an idea came into her head. She waited for the woman to attack again before ducking onto the ground and bringing her elbow up, exposing the woman’s stomach. With every ounce of strength she could muster, Artemis plunged her fist into her opponent’s abdomen, sending her flying back.

Triumph bubbled up in her gut. She’d defeated the four villains. Now she just had to find a way out of here. Her eyes darted around, looking for a possible escape route. A crack in the wall caught her attention, just big enough for her to squeeze through. She prayed it would take her back to her classmates.

Wasting no time, Artemis lunged forward towards the crack. A heavy body slammed into her side, knocking the air out of her lungs. She fell to the ground, wheezing.

A big hand covered in rocks grabbed her arm and yanked her back up. Artemis cursed herself. She’d been so proud of herself for beating the woman, she hadn’t checked to make sure the other villains were still down. Gritting her teeth, Artemis twisted in the rock villain’s grip. She pulled his arm closer and over her shoulder, then pushed upwards as she’d learned to do in her martial arts training until she felt the elbow pop out of its socket. The villain roared in pain and fell to his knee. Artemis ignored the aching of her side and readied herself to spin around and kick him in the face, only to freeze as hot white pain spread through her back.

Her breath caught in her throat. The pressure in her back increased, and she realised that someone had stabbed a cold knife deep into her flesh. Once again, she’d been so preoccupied with the villain in front of her that she’d lost track of the others around her. The searing pain dulled her thoughts. Her knees buckled under her and she groaned.

A clawed hand reached out from behind and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.

“Crazy bitch,” the female villain hissed into her ear. She pulled her roughly back, exposing her throat to the enemy.

“I thought they were just kids!” Bat Wings complained. “Since when do kids fight like that?”

“That’s UA for you,” sneered the last villain. So, they’d all recovered now. When he spoke again, his voice was close to Artemis’s ear. “Looks like it’s the end of the road for you, little mouse…”

Artemis couldn’t breathe. The knife now dug so deep into her back she could feel the hilt against her skin. She tried to resist the villain’s hold on her, but every movement just intensified the pain that throbbed through her muscles and threatened to drag her under.

The villains drew closer around her, their menacing chuckles echoing through her pain-fogged mind. She knew she had to come up with something… just something that would get her out of this situation alive. But how could she fight when she couldn’t even move?

A feeling of dread spread through her. Was this the end? Was this how she was going to die? Kind of ironic, dying fighting for her life. After all, fighting was all she’d ever done, desperately holding onto the fragile little thing called life while everything around her fell to shit. At least she’d die trying. It was a small comfort as the end approached.

She wondered if anyone would miss her once she’d gone. Probably not. Nobody had ever cared enough about her in the first place to care about what happened to her.

And yet her mind drifted towards her new classmates. Bakugou’s face took shape in her mind. She couldn’t help wondering what he’d think of her death. Would he even care? No... why would he? He hated her. Not that she particularly liked him, either. So why was she thinking of him now of all places?

Artemis grit her teeth. She’d come so far, dragged herself out of that cruel shithole her father had created for her. She’d fought for her freedom, even made it to UA. Had it all been for nothing? Her goal, the reason she’d pushed herself so far. Her brother…

Again, Artemis tried to struggle, but the blade was so deep it almost punctured her kidneys. She whimpered in pain. There was no way she could move like this. 

Artemis, the success of a mission is imperative. No matter the cost, you must survive to achieve the task you were given. Whoever or whatever stands in your way must be destroyed.

How many times had she heard that voice? Her father had drilled these lessons into her head without mercy until they were all she knew.

Life is worthless in the face of success. All that matters is the mission.

Ice spread from her heart through her veins. The familiar coldness paired with the deep, bubbling rage in her stomach numbed her mind, her heart, her emotions. Artemis felt her body relax, the pain that was paralyzing her slowly fading from her mind. She knew pain. She’d felt it before so many times, it was an old friend by now. This was nothing.

The success of the mission was imperative. She couldn’t die here. And now she was going to destroy what stood in her way.

Artemis took a deep breath and let the haze of instinct take over her mind. This wasn’t like the fight against Bakugou. She’d held back then for both their sakes. Not anymore, though.

As the void filled her, her senses opened to her surroundings. She felt herself drawn to the woman’s strong, steady heartbeat behind her. The human body was 75 percent water, after all. That was all Artemis needed to know.

Reaching for the water molecules inside the woman’s blood, Artemis focused until she had a good grip on every ounce of moisture in her body. The woman stiffened and gagged. Clearly, she could feel what was happening to her. Artemis didn’t care. 

Life is worthless in the face of success.

Artemis felt like she was watching her own actions through someone else’s eyes. All emotion had left her, leaving only cold focus behind. She closed her eyes for a moment, then pulled with her quirk. At first, the villain’s body fought her control, so she doubled her effort and pulled harder.

An inhuman retching sound escaped the woman’s throat a moment before the water left her body. She let go of Artemis, clutching her throat as more and more water left her. Her skin shrivelled up like a prune left out in the sun until every ounce of water had been extracted and now swirled protectively around Artemis’s body. With a thud, the woman’s body hit the ground. Nothing remained of her but dehydrated flesh and bones.

The other villains gasped in horror.

“W-what kind of monster child is that?” Bat Wings stammered, walking backwards. “How did she just…”

“I am not a child,” Artemis replied coolly as she turned to face them.

Then she moved.

The water around her sprung alive, transforming into thin, sharp spears that she launched at the villains before her. Bat Wings was the first to fall. The sharp projectiles sliced cleanly through his throat. Then they swirled towards the stone villain and wrapped around his body like a snake, crushing him. Artemis clearly heard the snap of his bones crunching under the pressure of her grip. His lifeless body dropped to the ground along with the two villains before him.

Artemis’s eyes fell on her last opponent, who’d retreated into the corner of the room, his face alive with fear.

“P-please don’t kill me,” he whimpered.

Artemis drew the water back towards her body and swirled it around her as she stepped closer.

“You would have killed me, too,” she replied flatly. “Why should I treat you any differently?”

“Because you’re a hero! You’re not supposed to kill people.”

The smallest hint of a smile tugged at her lips. “Hero? No, I’m no hero…”

The water around her solidified into a series of tiny blades, each sharp end pointed at the enemy in front of her. With a wave of her wrist, the blades launched themselves at the villain, wet thudding noises echoing through the abandoned building as he was pinned to the wall, twitching. It didn’t take long for him to fall still and silence to descend upon the room.

Every heartbeat but hers had stopped beating.

With the threat eliminated, the red haze inside Artemis subsided and she stumbled backwards, slumping down against the wall. Her back throbbed, her head spinning. The blood control technique may have saved her life, but it had taken everything out of her.

She groaned, reached back and grabbed the hilt of the knife that was still stuck in her flesh. She closed her eyes for a moment in an attempt to calm her breathing. Focusing her quick inward, she took control of the water molecules in her own body. If she pulled out the knife on its own, she’d likely bleed out before she could get anywhere near to safety. She refused to die here in this shithole. But how best to go about this? She needed a plan.

In her condition, further combat was impossible. Hopefully, she’d be able to avoid any altercations by keeping low and treading carefully as she made her way to the exit. Providing she could find the exit in the first place.

A thought hit Artemis. If she was still here… then her classmates were, too. Her heart sank. The faces of those naïve and innocent kids manifested in her foggy brain. They didn’t know what a real battle was like. They’d never fought for their own lives.

She couldn’t just leave them here and run away. It wasn’t fair.

Gripping the hilt of the blade with her hand, she focused on her own bloodstream and yanked the knife out in one sharp movement. The pain made her scream, but she quickly stifled it and grit her teeth. She had to act fast now if she were to be of use to anyone. Redirecting her own bloodstream wasn’t as hard as using the woman’s to fight, but it still took a lot of energy, and she was running on empty.

She waited a moment for the pain to subside. Then she felt the wound. Sure enough, the blood was staying inside her. The plan was working - at least for now.

“I made it,” she whispered breathlessly. “Perhaps I can still fight, after all.”

Now all that remained was to find her classmates.

[creepyalienghost]

People Of Creation

It was Henry’s first year in college. He, like many others going wasn’t really sure what path he wanted to choose for his life. He had decided on five classes for his first semester, to gather the skills. Art history, Business, Computer tech, chemistry and film. He chose a few for giving the knowledge he needed and the others for some fun.

Within a few months of college he film professor gave the them the months assignment. They were to make a documentary about anything they or there group choices.

In class, Henry turned to his friend behind him and Norman who was beside him. “Do you two wanna make a group together? Would be fun!” He offered

“Must definitely!” Shawn replied with a smile.

��Sure!” Norman agreed with them.

The rest of that class they shared topics on what each wants to do this documentary on while Henry writes them down and talk why they want that topic. Shawn suggestions were

Irish folklore or the world of toy markers. Norman thought of doing people who went missing or something on the future. Henry suggested holidays or war.

They discussed on what topic they should choose but none of them can all agree on one topic though. The end of the class Came and they agreed to meet at Henry dorm later to decide. All day they went through classes thinking about what they should do or looking up more topics on there free times to add

And waited.

When they did meet up at Henry’s dorm later that night, they all had some new topics of interest to share. “Maybe we could do the documentary on storms?” Shawn ask

Both Henry and Norman shook there heads.

“Nah.” Henry disagreed then went back to thinking.

Norman, who was Searching on his phone for ideas popped up. “What about the people of the creation?” Norman looked up from his phone for a second then back when he saw Shawn and Henry taking an interest. “Says here they all live off the land and vary happen people?”

“And?” Shawn ask “what’s so cool about that?”

“Also says the talk to the gods so I’m guessing this is a cult.” Norman shrugs then leans on the wall behind him.

“Let’s do that one. Maybe we go there, see how they live and interview the people there! That would be fun!” Henry replied

“I’m down with this one.” Norman said and looked at shawn. “What about you?”

Shawn thought for a moment then nodded “alright. Let do this.”

Henry looked up and emailed the owner of the land asking him if they could do there documentary on them for a week. They waited for a few hours before Henry’s phone signaled that there was a new email. Shawn and Norman ran to the sides of Henry as he got out his phone and checked it. “Hello Mr. stein! I have read your email and I accept your request for a documentary. We are excited to have your crew come to let us share our views with you three. We expect you tomorrow. Have a blessed day!”

Henry looked at shawn then Norman. “Looks Like we’re going on to the people of creation!”

Shawn and Norman went back to there dorms to start packing for the weeks trip. Henry booked three plan tickets then packed as well. They meet up after at the Uber Norman called and headed to the air port. By 11:30 there plan was off. By morning they landed, got there bags and took a taxi to closes it would take them to the gates of the people of the creation.

It was strange but they got out and grabbed there bags from the Trunk then walked the mile up to the gates of the people of creation. “Halt!” Called someone behind them, followed by the sound of a loading gun. They all froze in place Witt there hands up.

The man came around in View of them. “You people are?”

“H-Henry stain, sir.” Henry was the one to reply. “These are my friends Shawn Flynn and Norman Polk. We had p-permission t-to come and do a Documentary on you guys.” He was Hopping it was actually there leader he ask and not some troll.

The man gives them a nasty look. “Wait here!” He ordered then went off to the side and talk into a walkie-talkie while still keeping an eye on them. All three of them was nervous as hell of what could happen but none of them said anything.

The man came back to them a minute later. “My apologies. Follow me.” He turns and opened the gate. Henry looked at the others two before following the man, Shawn followed grant and Norman followed after.

They came upon a two story house away from the other buildings. The guy that escorted them knocked on the door and another man in a suit opened it. “Greets!” He smiled “you must be Henry stein!” He shook Henry’s hand. “I’m Joey drew!”

Henry nodded as he formerly shook joeys hand. “Yep that’s me! These are my friends and crew Shawn.” He pointed to his left. “And Norman.” He pointed to his right.

“Welcome you two.” Joey shakes and greats them as well. “Come. Let me show you around!”

He starts to lead them around before Henry turns to Joey. “Do you mind if one of us films the tour?”

Joey shakes his head. “No. Go right ahead! There’s nothing to hide here!” He Smiled in a way that makes Henry’s stomach flutter.

They stopped for a minute for Norman to dig in his bag and gets out his camera. He pressed to Record button and they proceed the tour.

The first stop was at the church. A few people were praying or reading the Bible. “We gather hear every night after dinner for a daily lesson on the Bible.” Joey announces into the Camera. “And every Sunday is the full mass.”

Norman films around the church and the praying people.

They move on from the crunch to walk the kitchen and eating area. “This is we’re we have our meals.” Joey explains. “We love to eat out side but we do have tables inside

Incase the weathers bad.” He informed them.

A blonde woman that was cleaning off a table comes over. “Hello Joey.” She bowed to him. “Are these those guys you told us about?”

Joey wrapped his arm around her. “Hello. Yes this is shawn, Henry and Norman.” He gestures to each as he said there names. “Guys this is my wife, Susie.” They all greeted her and then moved on from the area.

The next stop they came to was the garden. Rows and rows of there plants and It was fenced up to keep the wild life from eating there plants. “Here’s our family garden. The ones that maintain it are finish for the day.

They move on to the rest of the buildings and areas of the land. A school for the kids, an area for bomb fires, a farm for meet, dairy and eggs. There was horses also but Joey just told them it was for fun.

Lastly they come to a little green house. “Here is we’re you will be staying for the week.” Joey informed them. “I had my husbands cheek and make sure everything was nice and clean for arrival.” He opened the door to a living room nicer to any hotel room they ever stayed in.

“I’m sorry you said husbands?” Shawn ask joey. “I thought you said you had a wife?”

Joey looked at shawn. “ I do. I have Susie my wife. And Sammy and Grant my two husbands.” He replied. “I’ll let y’all meet them and everyone else as dinner. Your going to love it! Tell then I’ll let you settle and rest up.” He smiled and left.

The three of them walked into there Little home for the next week and looked around. There was a small kitchen with fridge and microwave but no stove. There wasn’t no tv or any books besides a Bible on the coffee table. Up stairs there was three rooms and a bathroom. They all chose there rooms and unpacked there bags and supplies.

Shawn finishes and goes to Henry’s room. “It’s a little odd how they have TVs huh?

Henry shrugged. “I donno. I mean.. the amish doesnt use electricity ether...maybe here they don’t ether for TVs.”

“Ya I guess you right.” Shawn nodded and went back to his room.

After they all finish unpacking there clothes and equipment they decided to rest form the long trip here. Henry went into his room for a nap. Shawn went into his room to watch a movie and Norman went to his room and pulled out his book he brought and started reading.

——-

Later that night, when they were getting ready for there first meal with these people someone knocked on there door. “I got it.” Henry said, walking down the stairs and opening the door to Joey snd two other man in white gowns.

“Hello again Henry!” Joey waved. “I hope you rest well?”

Henry nodded. “We did thank you. And the house is nice, again thank you.” Norman and Shawn Came up and nodded in agreement

“I’m glad to hear that.” Joey smiled. “Oh. This is Grant and Sammy. My two husbands.” He introduced them. They all said there greetings and started for the kitchen area. As they were walking and listening to Joey talk about how exciting he was they were doing there documentary here, Norman noticed one of the husbands had a limp. He wondered if he was alright but didn’t think much to it though.

When they arrived it was Swarming with everyone coming here to sit down at the long table and the cooks bringing over the dishes of good. “You guys can sit in these three chairs at the end.” Joey waved them over. Henry came over and sat at the vary end, Shawn sat in the middle of then him and Norman. Grant got the end on the other side, Susie sat beside him. Sammy sat beside her everyone else got to chose where. Joey sits on the end watching the everyone.

Once they were all sat down everyone bows there heads and placed there Palms together for prayer. Joey looked at the three visitors. “Please would you join us in prayer.” He smiled.

Henry looked at Norman and Shawn then shrugs. “Sure.” They all three bowed there heads and placed the palms then Joey announced the prayer and everyone finished it with an “amen.” And begins to scoop there serving and eat.

Joey turn to the visitors. “I appreciate you fellas praying with us. Means the world to us.” He spoke then took a bite of his role.

“It’s not a problem, Joey.” Henry replied and Shawn nodded.

“You joining us for bible lessen tonight, right ?” Joey ask them took a bite of chicken. “I mean you should. It’s fun!”

Henry finishes his sip of water and nodded. “Yea. We’re be there to film it. That’s ok right?”

Joey nodded. “That’s alright.”

Shawn stoped eating to watch everyone of them for a minute. They all were so happy here. Smiles on there faces, talking with there friends around them, eating this delicious food they make on there own. Plus living here deep in the woods! It paradise!

Norman glances at Joey as everyone was eating there food and talking to each other. He didn’t like the way Joey was asking these questions to them. He had a weird feeling from him and many of these people. One of joey’s husbands kept looking at him Shawn and Henry strangely. He was on guard of everyone and everything right now, watching everyone.

——

When everyone was finish with their dinner and the table was cleaned everyone headed down to the church building for bible lessees. Norman had set up his camera earlier in the day so he just push record once Joey started his lesson.

Shawn sat beside Grant and watching everyone fellow the words of there bibles as Joey reads. Grant looked at shawn before scooting closer and held the book to him to share. Shawn looked at Grant and smiled at him. Grant gave a smile back at him and they listen to the lesson.

Henry watched Joey and listen to everything he spoke. He wanted to understand what Joey was saying and why someone would want to join one of these. He couldn’t wait to interview Joey and these people tomorrow. Couldn’t wait to hear what they would say.

Once Joey was finish with the lesson he dismiss everyone and sat next to Henry. “It looked like you were vary interested in this Mr.stain”

Henry nodded. “It was interesting. I can’t wait for our interview tomorrow morning.”

Joey chuckles. “Sounds like a plan then. You three have a good night now.” Joey smiled at him as he got up and went to his wife and husbands. Together all four walked out of the church together. Once again Norman noticed the blonde man limping.

Henry got up and turned to Shawn and Norman. “Ready to go back now?”

Shawn and Henry went to the house and went to there rooms for the night. Norman went back with them but snuck out once they went in there rooms.

There was something going on with this place. He didn’t know what, but he knew something wasn’t right. Joey drew voice when he was asking Henry questions, they way the brown haired husband looked at them at dinner the fact they they lived in a the woods, The curfew thing and having guards walk around with guns.

Norman hide in the shadows as he moved around the place, dodging the guards with guns. He stopped and looked up at the church in front of him and notice it was a two story. He opened the door and peaked inside before going inside.

The church was empty. No one was sitting in the rows of benches. Norman walked slowly down the ally to the strange and picked up

The Bible that was on the table. He flipped though it and read the notes for a minute. He put it back down where it was and looked around. He noticed there was a way to back stage from the side so he went back there.

There was chairs stacked together in one corner, a few boxes full of bibles, and table With some junk on it. Then Norman noticed the was stairs in one corner going both up and down. Norman slowly approaches the stairs for the basement. One he got to the them he saw a door at the vary bottom. He took slow step down, making sure it didn’t creek. Then another. And another. He got down them and reaches for the door nob and twisted it.

“What are you doing?”

Norman nearly jumped out of his skin and turn around to the voice. It was the blonde husband, Sammy. He was standing at the top of the stairs. “I was....” Norman tried to think of something but his heart was beating to fast to think.

“Don’t you know it’s pass curfew?” Sammy simply ask.

Norman climbed the top of the stairs. “Ya. But I couldn’t sleep. I could ask the same thing to you though. This is your home after all.”

Sammy looked at Norman. “I was on my way home when I saw the door to the church opened. Thought I see what was going on.” He answered. “Come on. I’ll lead you home.”

Norman nodded and followed the short blonde out of the church. As they made there way to the house he again noticed Sammy was limping. “Are you alright?..” he asked. “I seen you limp all day.”

“I -I fine.” Sammy replied. Norman definitely noticed his voice was different here. Shaky almost. “It’s just a .. sprained. That’s all.”

Norman looked at him. “Well. Shouldn’t you put ice on it?”

Sammy nodded. “I will..I do..w-when I’m home.” He smiled up at him.

They walk in silence for the rest of the way and soon came to the house Norman was staying at. “Well. Goodnight Mr. Polk.” Sammy said. Norman watched the man as he limped away for a while. Then he went inside and got ready for bed.

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I was going through old TLC files doing some cleaning and stumbled across this bit that probably originated from a late night conversation of some kind. God knows how old it is, but I thought it’d be fun to post.

At some point the Betas get together for that oldest and noblest of friend/family traditions: getting up to speed on the embarrassing shit everyone's been up to.

JOHN: jade cries every time one of those animal commercials comes on. JOHN: you know, the ones with the sad dogs and over dramatic sarah mclaughlin music? JOHN: if you even hum it she'll start tearing up. JADE: thats not true JOHN: in the aaaarmms of an angel... JADE: shut up!!! JADE: davesprite plays with his gummie bears before he eats them DAVESPRITE: yeah and i had a whole dynasty going before you ate their grandparents DAVESPRITE: grandbearents DAVESPRITE: your stomachs a crime scene JADE: i wish those were the only murders on my conscience DAVESPRITE: anyway i caught john watching the bachelor once DAVESPRITE: but not just watching he was like DAVESPRITE: intent DAVESPRITE: it was creepy JOHN: i was trying to figure out how it worked!! JOHN: that's not weird. DAVE: kinda is dude JOHN: ok, smart guy, how did YOU embarrass yourself??? ROSE: He hides food in the air vents. DAVESPRITE: thats normal DAVE: THANK you DAVE: the only problem is it getting gunked up with clown residue JADE: that doesnt sound very hygienic ROSE: Terezi said she appreciated it, actually. ROSE: Many a time she'd been faced with emerging from her brooding due to lack of supplies only to come upon a fortuitous cache of Doritos. DAVE: so thats where they went ROSE: At night you'd hear crunching filtering through the ceiling panels and pray it was the roaches. DAVE: so in other news i found roses old twilight fanfic on the wayback machine ROSE: Excuse me? DAVE: yeah alice and rosemary get pretty frisky ROSE: It's Rosalie. DAVE: really DAVE: hang on lemme check

At this point the gossip session ended abruptly when Rose tackled Dave trying to get at his phone to wipe his cloud storage.

[lost-little-fawn]

ive never known how to flip off the safety-

always half cocked, always hairpin, always

halfway there- everyone gets it before me

everyone changes with the seasons and

im still frozen in twenty years ago.

ill still always be that scared little girl

in her christening gown being

baptized in the name of a god who never

helped me even when i begged, when i pleaded,

when i sacrificed everything i had and i

prayed on my knees that someone would

take my virginity so i didnt have to give it away.

purity culture ate me up n spit me out-

copying books of the bible onto

loose-leaf paper, stuck on Job,

stuck on the idea of sacrifice: even small,

i was constantly being tested- and ill never

be rewarded for it. i always had to pretend

i didnt worship, envy, idolize mary

for her innocence - i knew all along

i was tainted in ways the Bible could never

touch on- bone deep haunted-

my bones snap and crunch between

my own teeth everytime i open my mouth.

im dirty. im dirty. god doesnt like dirty girls.

but i can fold myself tighter than

anyone else i know- bury my head in my knees

and contort myself into ur suitcase sized

expectations (make myself so small

and so dumb

and so needy

and so perfect)

you'll never be able to leave me. and thats

all i need to do to feel safe.

[ithisatanytime]

   You know it has to be said, i reached out to skye because i felt like i was losing my mind, but not in the “im so stressed out” kind of way, because i literally lost my fucking mind for three months, bouts of complete psychosis, mania, absolutely lost touch with reality. it was the scariest most surreal experience of my life, and i have nothing to compare it to, and i cant even really talk about it because no one really has a frame of reference for this kind of shit, not even me. she was the only one who called back, i reached out to a lot of people, and nothing. even though we hadnt spoken for ten years, and back then the kind of shit we were putting each other through is just unbelievable, a lot of regret and resentment on both sides, yet she called me back.

  there is something special about her, i cant believe this fucking happened. i wish either we just didnt get the chance to talk that day, when i was losing my goddamn mind, or i wish i would have just stayed in the dream. what the fuck is the point of waking up from that nightmare the day after we stop talking again? just in time to deal with the shame and regret of what i said to her, luckily i dont remember most of it, i could go back and read the texts but man i cant even stomach it.

  it wasnt all the phenibut. my estrogen being out of control for a good four months or so played a part, but i have always struggled with anger issues. i definitely learned to manage it better in my mid twenties, to the point that i only really lost my temper a handful of times, when i was dating laura and that was pretty much it, but even that shocked me and filled me with shame. again though, a few incidents over the course of a decade is definitely progress. but the phenibut rage is its own fucking animal, maybe estrogen rage or a combo of the two i just dont know. i woke up furious, i was shouting from my room, they could hear me, all i could do was keep myself in my room but i was yelling so loud they could hear me for sure. they basically cleared out of the house. i was yelling at everyone, my grandpa even for god sake, he doesnt live with us, but i love my grandpa with all my heart, again caroline polachek from chairlift, etc.

 i very briefly got a hold of myself, i think because skye had texted me or something, i quickly left my room to try to make ammends, i told my sister i hope she didnt hear any of what i was saying, i started to explain that it was just the phenibut withdrawal and she stopped me saying she knew, she had read quite extensively about it. early on in this thing, when i realized suddenly i was physically dependent on phenibut, just how much phenibut i was on, and what that meant for me, i was destroyed. my sister was the only person i could confide in, and she could see how scared i was. i knew that my behavior was about to become erratic to say the least, that our living situation wasnt well suited for what was going to happen, that it would make me feel crazy, make everyone think i was crazy, make us hate each other. frankly i was certain i wasnt going to make it this time, i had gotten myself in over my head. i also knew my behavior would make it nearly impossible for my family not to go to the system for help, but i knew from my own research that the system really cant help with high gram per day phenibut dependence. the end result would almost certainly be a medically induced coma, and intubation, the outcome of which we all knew from my mothers experience being put into a medically induced coma and contracting pneumococcal pneumonia was not a very good option. so she just read and read and read, because she loves me. my mom on the other hand shouted from the other room “is he being dangerous?” to which my sister responded “NO!”  she said “im calling the cops” and suddenly the rage started coming back again. it was literally like static electricity crackling along my back and arms, all my hair stood on end, the hair on my head, the hair on my arms and legs, like a cat i guess. i told her to call them and id be ready for them when they got here, she picked up the phone and started dailing, i watched her, and then she put it down.

 it was at this point that skye called me. i dont remember what exactly sparked it, to be honest, i think that phone conversation was pretty tame except for my energy.i remember shouting that i needed a cigarette in a demonic sounding voice before hanging up on her, i briefly remember asking her “what do i have?” because since that dude killed himself, and she was married in florida, the last ten years of my life have been a joke pretty much. and then i just destroyed my room, i needed to destroy something, i prayed literally for something to destroy, and i remembered that dresser i got from the super market and just started punching it, which was awesome because it was rigid plastic so it exploded into shards, very satisfying. i punched it into a million pieces. i threw the pieces, then proceeded to punch every framed piece of “art” in my room, chuck stuff around, basically throw a tantrum. i was not really myself here, i dont do this. ive literally only ever destroyed one thing in a fit of rage, and it was a portable cd player when i was like 13 and i regretted it immediately. i proceeded to text vile things to skye, the sweetest person ive ever known, eventually i fell asleep. when i woke up literally surrounded by debris, i still needed a cigarette and proceeded to just pick up where i left off, just kicking debris off my bed, throwing shit, its like i had fucking rabies. but i managed to roll a cigarette finally and that calmed me down IMMENSELY.

 the next day, i took my usual dose of phenibut in order to continue tapering, i forget where we were at, but we started at thirty grams per day, which is fucking absurd, i cant find another example of anyone using that much phenibut for that long, but we got quite low. the dose hit me very weird, and i got “stuck on my bed” where i was standing on my matress, without any sense or consciousness i guess, for around seven hours. the clock on my laptop froze at 1:19 AM when i picked it up with one hand and crunched something internally, and when i came to my senses still standing on the bed, the birds were chirping and the sun was up. from that day, i couldnt really feel the phenibut at all anymore. no more cartoon vision, no more rage, no more waking up like a scared child, unable to recognize my own room or remember anything about my life. just nothing. this also correlated with the time my aromatase inhibitors arrived finally so my estrogen was being brought back into check. it was like waking up finally from a dream. to be honest, i despise it.  i dont care about the shame, the regret, the people i hurt. if me and skye arent talking anymore, and the only time we talked in ten years was when i was at my absolute lowest and meanest, fuck it. i want back in the dream, or in the ground. i just cant handle that.

[jisokai]

How about a scenario where V and Mc went on a date during the winter and they decided to go skating at a frozen lake. Suddenly the ice cracked and mc falls into the frozen lake. Angst is life ♥

agree i love angst,, poor baby v tho sksjdskjd. i gave it a happy ending bc i can’t give him anymore pain T-T it might be a little less angsty than you hoped im sorry aa!! i also made it so he could see bc wtf it’d be a mess if he couldnt

scenario - v and mc on an ice skating date over a frozen lake [angst + fluff]

- you two probably discovered the lake one day while walking around and decided to come back for a date- it was serene and beautiful and all v could think about was you sliding around as the snow fell on your face- you two tied on your skates and started gliding around v slipping a billion times bc hes a clumsy ass- you were holding hands for majority of the time, but he let go to use his camera and get pictures of you- and behold,, when you drifted a bit from him, you ended up in a rather,,, unsteady part of the ice- as you turned to head back to him, cracks suddenly appeared under your shoes and you panicked- he probably didnt see it until he got closer, and immediately tried to think of what to do- he’s trying to calm you down and edge you away slowly, but the pressure from your body was too much for the thin ice, giving in and breaking- you scream for him as you fall in, reaching out of grasp and into the water- your body is so cold you cant move, just praying v can help you out or manage to get help. but your slowly sinking and running out of time- v tries to run over and falls thats not how skates work, but manages to get back up and slide to you- the ice could still break though and he wants to make sure you dont both end up in the water, so hes extremely cautious- he manages to grab your hand and start pulling, but the ice starts cracking again so hes under a time crunch- he uses all his strength and pulls you out at once, immediately trying to skate you off the lake while the ice cracks under his feet- he finally makes it to the grass and sprints as fast as he can to the car, skates still on. you’re in his arms, half asleep from the shock, and shivering.- hes getting you in as soon as he can, trying to decide if he should take you to the hospital or just help you now. deciding to be safe, he focuses on getting you warm again, starting the car and blasting the heat. - he probably pulls up a wiki article on what to do tbh i mean thats what i did when i wrote this- as you sit in the passenger seat, hes undressing you down to your undergarments, not a trace of indecency in his mind. immediately, hes grabbing any blanket or jacket thats dry and covering you- youre still partially asleep, extremely tired from everything. as he waits for you to heat up, he can finally take a moment to breathe and sits in the drivers seat. the doors are closed and the air is blowing as hard as possible.- he feels so terrible he doesnt know what to do. his cameras ruined from all the water, but its the least of his concerns. hes more worried about your safety and how he jeopardized it.- the hospitals a while away, so he decides itd be better to take you to his place and get you by a heater. he knows youll at least get a cold, so he wants to be able to prepare you soup and medicine.- youre more concious when he pulls in and carries you to the couch. more blankets are piled on top of you and he starts a fire as well as turns up the heat. he makes a cup of tea and sets it by you before changing into different clothes.- he probably puts some of his sweatpants and a large shirt in the dryer for you to wear so theyll be really warm- when you finally fully wake up hes apologizing profusely and checking up on you relentlessly. you have to reassure him over and over that youll be fine and he starts to tear up omhngn poor baby- he leans over you to give you a huge hug and kisses all over your face, both of you now bundled in a tons of blankets- you end up falling back asleep and hes just so happy youre okay- ends up falling asleep with you and keeps you warm as you two nap <33- and in the morning when you feel like shit and start coughing and sneezing, he already has the soup and medicine prepared

i hope you liked it!!! angst is so good but i feel like i didnt write it well in this im sorry :(( feel free to submit your own request as long as it fits my guidelines!!

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Salma Hayek: Trump couldn’t build a wall without illegal Mexicans’

Her new film, Beatriz at Dinner, already has Oscar buzz. But on top of the acting, Salma Hayek is also saving animals, running charities and beating the hell out of a Trump piata. Johnny Davis meets Hollywoods busiest firebrand

It was after a neighbour shot her dog that Salma Hayek realised Donald Trump would become president.

I thought it was a crazy thing, that it would never happen but then something really tragic happened to me, she explains. I have a ranch in America and a neighbour of mine killed my dog. Hayek, who owns around 50 animals, including 20 chickens, five parrots, four alpacas, two fish, some cats and a hamster, says that Mozart, the tragic German Shepherd in question, had never attacked anyone. And the authorities in dealing with the neighbour, and what he did How is that legal? [Police have said the neighbour shot her dog after he found it fighting with his dogs in his garage.] Just to understand what was the normality of things. I realised in this moment, Oh my God: hes going to win.

Hayek, a Mexican immigrant to America who identifies as half-Spanish and half- Lebanese, lives in London and is married to a Frenchman who happens to be Franois-Henri Pinault, billionaire CEO of the company that owns Saint Laurent, Stella McCartney, Gucci is perhaps uniquely placed to have firm views on Trump, Brexit and immigration, and well get to them.

Hayek is primarily here this morning to talk about her new movie, The Hitmans Bodyguard. We are at a press junket for the film. Elsewhere on the first floor of this smart London hotel are Samuel L Jackson, Ryan Reynolds and Gary Oldman, answering questions. Junkets can be dispiriting, and rapport can be in short supply. That is, unless youre Salma Hayek, whose personality could light up a funeral. She arrives in a riot of black and red polka dots, tottering shoes and glossy hair, 5ft 2in and somehow 50 years old, although agelessly beautiful. She plonks herself into an armchair, hoists her legs up, and proceeds to tug the small table between us towards her. Do you mind? Theyre bringing me food. I like my food.

Hasnt she had breakfast?

I did but Im still hungry, she grins.

A round of avocado on toast is spirited into the room, accompanied by a mystery shake in a plastic container. (A second round soon follows.) Famous since she was a soap star in Mexico in her 20s and with 40-plus Hollywood films to her name, Hayek has done literally thousands of interviews. What does she make of the publicity circuit?

Im good! she says. I just pretend Im having a conversation with a new friend.

Other half: Hayek and her billionaire husband Franois-Henri Pinault. Photograph: Tony Barson Archive/WireImage

Indeed, Hayek proves impossible not to like. She may be the perfect chat-show guest: various presenters have hooted along as shes shown off pictures of her Donald Trump piata, discussed her experience as a late-developing teen immersing herself in holy water and praying to Jesus for breasts, or confessing she accused Monsieur Pinault of having an affair after discovering text messages from Elena, only to discover Elena was a language-teaching app.

In fact, we have Pinault to thank for Hayeks turn in The Hitmans Bodyguard. The comedy-action caper is basically a mismatched buddy movie for Jackson and Reynolds, hitman and bodyguard respectively. Hayek is only in a few scenes, but as Jacksons imprisoned criminal wife she matches him profanity for profanity.

I think Salma steals the whole movie, says director Patrick Hughes. I challenge anyone not to fall in love with her because (a) shes a polymath and (b) she kicks ass.

I have to tell you: action is not my favouritest [sic] genre of films, Hayek says. But I married a man who really likes them. So I became an expert. So I see them all!

The image of fashions most powerful CEO spending his downtime like this is intriguing. What is his favourite action movie?

Oh, its like Sophies choice for him, I think.

What about Die Hard, I suggest.

Oh, he loves Die Hard. But we love Bourne. She claps her hands. Sometimes he doesnt even like [a film], he says: Oh my God, that was so bad! But he still has to watch the whole thing.

Its a man thing, I say.

Yes! My brother likes that one, my father likes that one and because of that, when we were doing [The Hitmans Bodyguard] I was able to say it was going to work, because it had a lot of the stuff that the good ones have.

Mexican heroine: Hayek playing Frida Kahlo in Frida with Alfred Molina as Diego Rivera.

Similarly, do actors always know when theyre making a turkey?

Oh yeah! Hayek says, crunching through her toast. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know. And unfortunately Ive never been wrong!

Her CV is mixed. The first Mexican actress to break into Hollywood since Dolores del Ro in the pre-sound 20s, shes played a lesbian taco in the kids film Sausage Party and so-so roles in films such as Spy Kids 3D and Wild, Wild West. But she also earned an Oscar nomination for Frida, her 2002 portrait of Frida Kahlo, and The Hollywood Reporter has just tipped her for 2018s awards season for Beatriz At Dinner, in which she plays an immigrant who clashes with a self-made billionaire.

At first, she says, she hated being famous. This was terrifying because in Mexico when you do a soap, at this point she leaps out of her chair and heads for the door Dont worry, Im not escaping Hello? Her security guard appears with a pack of American Spirit cigarettes. My soap was seen by 60% of the country, so its every day, in their house. Do you mind? Do you want one? she says, offering the smokes. So you become very familiar, like youre their cousin or something. Ive never been so famous since. I kind of hated it.

Taking aim: Hayek in The Hitmans Bodyguard. Photograph: Rex/Shutterstock

If she hated the attention so much, I wonder why she headed for Hollywood. But Hayek is battling with the curtains while she attempts to heave open a sash window so that she can smoke, unlit fag in her mouth. Not relishing the idea of Hayek tumbling on to the streets below, it seems only polite to help. For a few seconds she holds back the curtains, while I struggle to wrench the window.

Oh my God, that was so easy, she says. I really did want to be an actress, not just be famous. Its a different thing. Because I was famous on a soap! That doesnt make you a great actress. So I went to America to start all over again.

This was the 90s. She played extras and enrolled in the Stella Adler Academy Of Acting in LA, alma mater to Marlon Brando and Robert De Niro. And this is how old I am, she [Adler] was still alive! She was 90 and she was still teaching and flirting with the young boys. She was a tough cookie but she was brilliant.

Hayek could barely speak the language – My English sucked worse, there werent any parts. Mexican women played maids or gangsters wives. And thats if you got lucky.

Hayek threatened legal action against one director.

I was screen-testing for the lead in a film and they said that it was not written Latin, but they wouldnt mind changing it. I learned the script but when they sent me the pages [for the audition] there was none of the things I had learned, it was another role. So my agent called them and they said, Are you crazy? Shes Mexican. We can change [the race of] the bimbo, but not the lead.

Fashionista: at Stella McCartney, spring/summer 2016, Paris fashion week. Photograph: Bertrand Rindoff Petroff/Getty Images

She got her agent to call back. Would they please just give her five minutes to audition for the part shed learned?

And they said, Absolutely under no circumstances. So I said, OK, you tell them that they either see me, or Im going to sue them. And they said, Theres no point in her coming, even if she had been the best audition she would have never gotten the part but now we hate her. Does she want to come knowing that we detest her? They kept her waiting for five hours. They wondered why would she do this to herself.

Ive never said this to anyone, the name of the director, but it was Ivan Reitman. And I said, Well, I thought that the director that could see Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito as twins [1988s Twins], and Arnold Schwarzenegger giving birth to a child [1994s Junior] maybe could see a Mexican as a fashion editor. I thought I owed it to the new generation of Mexicans. That if I got this right, maybe something will shift.

Years later, she bumped into Reitman and he apologised. We had such a lovely conversation, he was so elegant, Hayek says. He said, I was wrong.

All of this pales next to the hill she climbed for Frida.

I was obsessed, Hayek says. I was endeavouring to do a film about an artist in a time when all the films about artists had failed. Already [the studios] were going, Oh no. Then Id say, Its a period piece about Mexicans! And theyre communists! Its a love story between an overweight man and a woman that limps and has a moustache!

Committed: Hayek campaigning for womens empowerment with Guccis Frida Giannini and Beyonc. Photograph: Ian Gavan/Getty

One studio did eventually take it on, Edward Norton (her partner at the time) rewrote the script for free and Hayek called in favours from co-stars including Ashley Judd, then one of Hollywoods most bankable faces. It opened in two cinemas. Its success, I suggest, must have been all the sweeter.

Yes, she says. Because [the studio] dismissed it. I didnt even have a poster!

It may not surprise you to learn that Hayek is a committed activist: her list of charitable endeavours is too long to go into here, but it includes her own foundation helping women and children in Mexico, and the feminist charity Chime For Change, founded with Beyonc. Its so massive I dont even know what to tell you. I dont just do awareness, I actually do strategy. Im on the board. It takes a lot, a lot, a lot of time.

Other projects receiving the full force of the Hayek commitment include her range of nutritional juices, and a beauty line which she created herself. She also has her own production company, which helped turn the TV show Ugly Betty based on a Colombian telenovela into a worldwide hit. I ask where this drive comes from.

Its been there since Ive been a child. A sense of justice and responsibility for the human race. How can we be better? Because a lot of people dont think that way. They think: How can I pay less tax? And so when I see things that make me think we are degrading and degenerating mentally it makes me want to do something.

She has been hugely successful. Shes married to one of the worlds richest men. (Their daughter, Valentina, attends school in London.) She could just put her feet up. Of course, its a cheap question we already know the answer.

Why would anybody want to sit around and do nothing?

Hayek says that she made it clear she would always remain financially independent from her husband, whose net worth is around $17.3bn. Which may explain money-job films like Sausage Party.

Mirror mirror: Hayek guest stars in Ugly Betty with America Ferrera. Photograph: Danny Feld/ABC

At the time I met him, I had already decided I didnt want one of those [ie a husband], she says. I had set myself up for a completely different life. I was ready to live on my ranch that is a sanctuary for abused animals. I would come to LA and work a little bit. I was not planning on spending. I had no interest in jewellery or clothes or cars. I had everything I wanted. Maybe I had a guy here or there. I also thought I couldnt have children. Then he [Pinault] came along, swept me off my feet, changed my entire universe and knocked me up.

Can she remember what they first liked about one another?

Yes. I asked him, if he had not been doing what he was doing, what would have been his dream? And he said an astronaut and that was my dream! Then we started talking about different theories of physics, which is my secret passion. And soccer! Im a huge soccer fan [she supports Arsenal]. Just random things that nobody knows I like. It was just magical.

As a global citizen at a time when the world seems to be closing in on itself, is Hayek optimistic for the future?

Very optimistic. I have to look for the positive about everything.

Hayek campaigned for Clinton. Hows it going to end for Trump?

I can promise you hes not going to build the wall. You cannot build it without the Mexicans that are illegally in the country. That is what makes the economy so strong because they are paid less than half, with no benefit. Its just not going to happen!

Hayek is banging her fist on the table.

His days are numbered! Even if he becomes a dictator and rewrites the constitution and now the presidents can stay 12 years! Still his days are numbered!

Salma Hayek: activist, actor, producer, juicer, businesswoman, friend to the animals and all-round proper laugh. You wouldnt mess.

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Book Review: “Tobacco Road” Erskine Caldwell 1932

The book I’m reviewing is “Tobacco Road” by Erskine Caldwell. This is a book published in 1932. I find it a delight to read books that are so far separated from my own decade and generation. It is undeniably the most effective and accurate time machine ever discovered. 

As an avid bookworm I am always reading, consuming literature because it’s the lifeblood of my soul and food for the animal that is my creativity. Some books I chose because I know a little about them and they pique my interest, others I pick at random, or because they have beautiful covers, or covers that tell me nothing at all and I have to know! That is how I chose this book, the name sounding interesting and the book was beautiful.

To begin while time set is never directly mentioned a little research tells me the story is set in the Depression Era. The story focuses on three households, Jeeter Lester, Lov Bensey(married to Jeeter’s youngest daughter) and Bessie the widowed preacher woman. I found each and every character to be deplorable types without redeeming quality. At best some were merely stupid and lazy or deluded.

Next we move to the plot....there is none. It is a story without a story, just a dance of character interactions that was highly circular with no real direction. In all cases conversations were more like monologues that occasionally overlapped and only have 3 or 4 thoughts to be said and then reaching the last thought they would jump back to the first and repeat. Eventually the book simply ends with a fairly clean finish for a book with no plot.

This book is surprisingly well written for a story with no plot or purpose. The events that occur in this story amount to a level of ridiculous(my sister laughed to tears when told the summary) that I am left to believe it was written to make a point or commentary on current culture or circumstance using extreme exaggeration as the primary tool, but being neither from the 30′s nor possessing intimate details of the author or his design for the book, I cannot make a conclusion on the point.

My final thoughts are that I strangely enjoyed it and I think because it is so drastically different from the fiction available now,the change was refreshing. It's certainly not for the qualities of the story, although I think the writing was actually skilled. Every character is exactly what they're intended. I learned a few new words like Pellagra and lilliputian but I will warn you that this book is STEEPED in racism and bigotry. The women are at best treated like servants and the people of color are treated worse. If you are sensitive to this then pass on by!

For an In-Depth review scroll below.

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

Our characters are from 3 households, the main, and largest is Jeeter Lester, husband of Ada Lester, she has had 17 children. Two children remain in the home, Dude Lester, age 16, and Ellie May, about age 18-19 who is considered beautiful except for her face which has a hair lip/slit lip, and the Grandmother Lester.

Next is Lov Bensy and his wife Pearl, the 12 year old daughter of Jeeter Lester. They have been married about a year so she is nearing 13 at the time of the story.

Our last character is Sister Bessie, the 39-ish widowed preacher woman(late husband was also a preacher) but she comes across to me more like a split off of a Christian religion that we would define more of a cult, nothing directly stated but she definitely seemed ‘off’ on her religion to me.

The story begins with Lov carrying home a sack of turnips he bought for 50 cents and reluctantly going by the Lester home, which he normally takes a long circuitous route to avoid because they’re mean, so he can get advice regarding Pearl’s refusal to sleep in the bed with him or have sex with him. He hopes to get Jeeter’s opinion on him trying to tie her to the bed. He arrives at the house but waits on the road(Tobacco Road) unwilling to go on the property at first fearing they'll steal his turnips. He eventually goes on the property and he talks about his problems with Pearl and Jeeter interrogates him about what's in the sack, are they turnips in the sack, all his turnips he tries to grow have green worms in them, his turnips don't have green worms do they, and occasionally snapping at Dude for throwing a baseball against the house and if he keeps at it the house will just fall down.

Stop story and circle conversation 3 times

. Resume story with Ellie May creeping in from the outskirts of the yard, dragging her bare butt on the ground like a dog and making overt sexual advances towards Lov. Jeeter and Lov continue circular conversation but Lov is distracted and staring at Ellie May.

Interject awkward commentary and questions by Dude towards Ellie May's advances and if she and Lov are going to get it on right there. Entire family just watching the whole thing along with a group of black men on the road. Lov eventually becomes distracted enough by Ellie that he leaves the turnip sack and Jeeter dives for it, a brawl ensues but Jeeter escapes with the turnips. Lov leaves in defeat and doesn't return for many many chapters.

Here we pause the progression of the story to learn about how the family fell into poverty how they were all starving to death because they only had black jack wood to grow and it wasn't good for anything so they could hardly sell it and for very little and how no one would give him credit so he couldn't buy supplies to plant cotton. There are many reasons and excuses but all imply a combination of hard times and Jeeter's overall laziness, constantly putting things off until tomorrow and refusing to work in the mills prefering to stay on the land and starve. We learn that they're refusing the Grandmother(often referred to as a doorstop even by herself) food except for the rare crumbs and scraps that even they won't eat because they feel she's lived too long already and are trying to hurry her along to death. Later we learn Jeeter is trying this with his wife Ada as well, preventing her from eating when he can but she's finding edible flowers and grass and such so despite her disease Pellagra(nicotene defficiancy) which slowly wastes her away she still just won't die. We're told about Jeeter's theft/remorse cycle that will never end despite his saying he'll change every time and then we circle that conversation a few times then he returns with Dude(whom went out to find him before the turnips were all eaten) and the turnips get dispersed to the rest of the family.

Along comes Sister Bessie. She preaches at them about their sins, explains that God gave Ellie may the slit lip because without it she would have been really pretty and Jeeter would have slept with her so it protected her from him. Jeeter eventually agrees. They circle this conversation many times and eventually she kneels them all down to pray away their sins and eventually prays with just Dude(whom she totally left out the first time) and they end up just on the porch hugging and rubbing each other which leads us into her declaration that she's considering marrying Dude but she's ask God and decide tomorrow. She returns in the morning declaring God said to marry Dude and make him a preacher. She announces she's going to town with Dude, they're going to buy a brand new car then get a marriage license. Dude agrees to all because he wants the car and spends the rest of the story driving the car and honking it's horn.

Returning from the city with their marriage license Dude and Bessie hit and run a wagon off the road, crunching and tearing off the car bumper, killing the man driving it, but he was a black man so they decide it doesnt matter, it was his fault and just leave him there. Jeeter convinces them to let him use the car to deliver wood to the town so they load it up and the wood tears holes in the seats and Dude hits a stump and seriously dents the other bumper. Dude driving(only he is allowed to drive the car) and Jeeter and Bessie go to town again to sell the wood but fail. They burn up parts of the car engine cause they've been driving it all this time without oil in it so it's running but ruined. They sell the spare tire and buy a small bit of food then return home, crash the car again on the way smashing the side this time. The next day Jeeter again wants to go to town but Bessie decides she doesn't want him near her car again cause he's bad for it so she and Dude try to make a run for it in the car. A brawl breaks out, Dude in the car the whole time and then Bessie makes it to the car. They take off, escaping, but they run over the Grandmother as they go. She doesn't die immediately but everyone decides to just leave her in the road unconcerned.

Lov returns at this time to announce that Pearl has run away from him, probably to the big city near them but it's never declared for sure. He idly asks what's the matter with the Grandmother and then they go on to loosely bargain Ellie May returning home with him to cook his dinners for that night but it's loosely implied he should just keep her to replace Pearl. He helps Jeeter bury the Grandmother though they don't say for sure if she's actually dead yet. Jeeter then decides to finally(he's put it off for the whole book) burn the scrub brush off his fields that he can't plow or plant just in case he randomly can all of a sudden and then he goes to bed. The brush fire catches the house on fire and Jeeter and Ada die inside of it. Lov and Dude and Bessie return with some random town folk to remove the bodies and bury them and then the story ends.

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Salma Hayek: Trump couldn’t build a wall without illegal Mexicans’

Her new film, Beatriz at Dinner, already has Oscar buzz. But on top of the acting, Salma Hayek is also saving animals, running charities and beating the hell out of a Trump piata. Johnny Davis meets Hollywoods busiest firebrand

It was after a neighbour shot her dog that Salma Hayek realised Donald Trump would become president.

I thought it was a crazy thing, that it would never happen but then something really tragic happened to me, she explains. I have a ranch in America and a neighbour of mine killed my dog. Hayek, who owns around 50 animals, including 20 chickens, five parrots, four alpacas, two fish, some cats and a hamster, says that Mozart, the tragic German Shepherd in question, had never attacked anyone. And the authorities in dealing with the neighbour, and what he did How is that legal? [Police have said the neighbour shot her dog after he found it fighting with his dogs in his garage.] Just to understand what was the normality of things. I realised in this moment, Oh my God: hes going to win.

Hayek, a Mexican immigrant to America who identifies as half-Spanish and half- Lebanese, lives in London and is married to a Frenchman who happens to be Franois-Henri Pinault, billionaire CEO of the company that owns Saint Laurent, Stella McCartney, Gucci is perhaps uniquely placed to have firm views on Trump, Brexit and immigration, and well get to them.

Hayek is primarily here this morning to talk about her new movie, The Hitmans Bodyguard. We are at a press junket for the film. Elsewhere on the first floor of this smart London hotel are Samuel L Jackson, Ryan Reynolds and Gary Oldman, answering questions. Junkets can be dispiriting, and rapport can be in short supply. That is, unless youre Salma Hayek, whose personality could light up a funeral. She arrives in a riot of black and red polka dots, tottering shoes and glossy hair, 5ft 2in and somehow 50 years old, although agelessly beautiful. She plonks herself into an armchair, hoists her legs up, and proceeds to tug the small table between us towards her. Do you mind? Theyre bringing me food. I like my food.

Hasnt she had breakfast?

I did but Im still hungry, she grins.

A round of avocado on toast is spirited into the room, accompanied by a mystery shake in a plastic container. (A second round soon follows.) Famous since she was a soap star in Mexico in her 20s and with 40-plus Hollywood films to her name, Hayek has done literally thousands of interviews. What does she make of the publicity circuit?

Im good! she says. I just pretend Im having a conversation with a new friend.

Other half: Hayek and her billionaire husband Franois-Henri Pinault. Photograph: Tony Barson Archive/WireImage

Indeed, Hayek proves impossible not to like. She may be the perfect chat-show guest: various presenters have hooted along as shes shown off pictures of her Donald Trump piata, discussed her experience as a late-developing teen immersing herself in holy water and praying to Jesus for breasts, or confessing she accused Monsieur Pinault of having an affair after discovering text messages from Elena, only to discover Elena was a language-teaching app.

In fact, we have Pinault to thank for Hayeks turn in The Hitmans Bodyguard. The comedy-action caper is basically a mismatched buddy movie for Jackson and Reynolds, hitman and bodyguard respectively. Hayek is only in a few scenes, but as Jacksons imprisoned criminal wife she matches him profanity for profanity.

I think Salma steals the whole movie, says director Patrick Hughes. I challenge anyone not to fall in love with her because (a) shes a polymath and (b) she kicks ass.

I have to tell you: action is not my favouritest [sic] genre of films, Hayek says. But I married a man who really likes them. So I became an expert. So I see them all!

The image of fashions most powerful CEO spending his downtime like this is intriguing. What is his favourite action movie?

Oh, its like Sophies choice for him, I think.

What about Die Hard, I suggest.

Oh, he loves Die Hard. But we love Bourne. She claps her hands. Sometimes he doesnt even like [a film], he says: Oh my God, that was so bad! But he still has to watch the whole thing.

Its a man thing, I say.

Yes! My brother likes that one, my father likes that one and because of that, when we were doing [The Hitmans Bodyguard] I was able to say it was going to work, because it had a lot of the stuff that the good ones have.

Mexican heroine: Hayek playing Frida Kahlo in Frida with Alfred Molina as Diego Rivera.

Similarly, do actors always know when theyre making a turkey?

Oh yeah! Hayek says, crunching through her toast. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know. And unfortunately Ive never been wrong!

Her CV is mixed. The first Mexican actress to break into Hollywood since Dolores del Ro in the pre-sound 20s, shes played a lesbian taco in the kids film Sausage Party and so-so roles in films such as Spy Kids 3D and Wild, Wild West. But she also earned an Oscar nomination for Frida, her 2002 portrait of Frida Kahlo, and The Hollywood Reporter has just tipped her for 2018s awards season for Beatriz At Dinner, in which she plays an immigrant who clashes with a self-made billionaire.

At first, she says, she hated being famous. This was terrifying because in Mexico when you do a soap, at this point she leaps out of her chair and heads for the door Dont worry, Im not escaping Hello? Her security guard appears with a pack of American Spirit cigarettes. My soap was seen by 60% of the country, so its every day, in their house. Do you mind? Do you want one? she says, offering the smokes. So you become very familiar, like youre their cousin or something. Ive never been so famous since. I kind of hated it.

Taking aim: Hayek in The Hitmans Bodyguard. Photograph: Rex/Shutterstock

If she hated the attention so much, I wonder why she headed for Hollywood. But Hayek is battling with the curtains while she attempts to heave open a sash window so that she can smoke, unlit fag in her mouth. Not relishing the idea of Hayek tumbling on to the streets below, it seems only polite to help. For a few seconds she holds back the curtains, while I struggle to wrench the window.

Oh my God, that was so easy, she says. I really did want to be an actress, not just be famous. Its a different thing. Because I was famous on a soap! That doesnt make you a great actress. So I went to America to start all over again.

This was the 90s. She played extras and enrolled in the Stella Adler Academy Of Acting in LA, alma mater to Marlon Brando and Robert De Niro. And this is how old I am, she [Adler] was still alive! She was 90 and she was still teaching and flirting with the young boys. She was a tough cookie but she was brilliant.

Hayek could barely speak the language – My English sucked worse, there werent any parts. Mexican women played maids or gangsters wives. And thats if you got lucky.

Hayek threatened legal action against one director.

I was screen-testing for the lead in a film and they said that it was not written Latin, but they wouldnt mind changing it. I learned the script but when they sent me the pages [for the audition] there was none of the things I had learned, it was another role. So my agent called them and they said, Are you crazy? Shes Mexican. We can change [the race of] the bimbo, but not the lead.

Fashionista: at Stella McCartney, spring/summer 2016, Paris fashion week. Photograph: Bertrand Rindoff Petroff/Getty Images

She got her agent to call back. Would they please just give her five minutes to audition for the part shed learned?

And they said, Absolutely under no circumstances. So I said, OK, you tell them that they either see me, or Im going to sue them. And they said, Theres no point in her coming, even if she had been the best audition she would have never gotten the part but now we hate her. Does she want to come knowing that we detest her? They kept her waiting for five hours. They wondered why would she do this to herself.

Ive never said this to anyone, the name of the director, but it was Ivan Reitman. And I said, Well, I thought that the director that could see Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito as twins [1988s Twins], and Arnold Schwarzenegger giving birth to a child [1994s Junior] maybe could see a Mexican as a fashion editor. I thought I owed it to the new generation of Mexicans. That if I got this right, maybe something will shift.

Years later, she bumped into Reitman and he apologised. We had such a lovely conversation, he was so elegant, Hayek says. He said, I was wrong.

All of this pales next to the hill she climbed for Frida.

I was obsessed, Hayek says. I was endeavouring to do a film about an artist in a time when all the films about artists had failed. Already [the studios] were going, Oh no. Then Id say, Its a period piece about Mexicans! And theyre communists! Its a love story between an overweight man and a woman that limps and has a moustache!

Committed: Hayek campaigning for womens empowerment with Guccis Frida Giannini and Beyonc. Photograph: Ian Gavan/Getty

One studio did eventually take it on, Edward Norton (her partner at the time) rewrote the script for free and Hayek called in favours from co-stars including Ashley Judd, then one of Hollywoods most bankable faces. It opened in two cinemas. Its success, I suggest, must have been all the sweeter.

Yes, she says. Because [the studio] dismissed it. I didnt even have a poster!

It may not surprise you to learn that Hayek is a committed activist: her list of charitable endeavours is too long to go into here, but it includes her own foundation helping women and children in Mexico, and the feminist charity Chime For Change, founded with Beyonc. Its so massive I dont even know what to tell you. I dont just do awareness, I actually do strategy. Im on the board. It takes a lot, a lot, a lot of time.

Other projects receiving the full force of the Hayek commitment include her range of nutritional juices, and a beauty line which she created herself. She also has her own production company, which helped turn the TV show Ugly Betty based on a Colombian telenovela into a worldwide hit. I ask where this drive comes from.

Its been there since Ive been a child. A sense of justice and responsibility for the human race. How can we be better? Because a lot of people dont think that way. They think: How can I pay less tax? And so when I see things that make me think we are degrading and degenerating mentally it makes me want to do something.

She has been hugely successful. Shes married to one of the worlds richest men. (Their daughter, Valentina, attends school in London.) She could just put her feet up. Of course, its a cheap question we already know the answer.

Why would anybody want to sit around and do nothing?

Hayek says that she made it clear she would always remain financially independent from her husband, whose net worth is around $17.3bn. Which may explain money-job films like Sausage Party.

Mirror mirror: Hayek guest stars in Ugly Betty with America Ferrera. Photograph: Danny Feld/ABC

At the time I met him, I had already decided I didnt want one of those [ie a husband], she says. I had set myself up for a completely different life. I was ready to live on my ranch that is a sanctuary for abused animals. I would come to LA and work a little bit. I was not planning on spending. I had no interest in jewellery or clothes or cars. I had everything I wanted. Maybe I had a guy here or there. I also thought I couldnt have children. Then he [Pinault] came along, swept me off my feet, changed my entire universe and knocked me up.

Can she remember what they first liked about one another?

Yes. I asked him, if he had not been doing what he was doing, what would have been his dream? And he said an astronaut and that was my dream! Then we started talking about different theories of physics, which is my secret passion. And soccer! Im a huge soccer fan [she supports Arsenal]. Just random things that nobody knows I like. It was just magical.

As a global citizen at a time when the world seems to be closing in on itself, is Hayek optimistic for the future?

Very optimistic. I have to look for the positive about everything.

Hayek campaigned for Clinton. Hows it going to end for Trump?

I can promise you hes not going to build the wall. You cannot build it without the Mexicans that are illegally in the country. That is what makes the economy so strong because they are paid less than half, with no benefit. Its just not going to happen!

Hayek is banging her fist on the table.

His days are numbered! Even if he becomes a dictator and rewrites the constitution and now the presidents can stay 12 years! Still his days are numbered!

Salma Hayek: activist, actor, producer, juicer, businesswoman, friend to the animals and all-round proper laugh. You wouldnt mess.

The Hitmans Bodyguard is in cinemas on 17 August

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