Garlick Barnes (British, 1891-1987) - Man Asleep at his Desk
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Garlick Barnes (British, 1891-1987) - Man Asleep at his Desk
Jonathan Sims, is that you?
Buck and his friend's son, Theo
9-1-1, I Got You Babe (S09E17)
You have no idea how much I wish Bobby was still alive to see this
Bobby: *takes one (1) look at Theo*
Bobby: Buck, how could you not tell me I have a second grandson? Come here buddy, let’s go make cookies.
Buck: *processing*
Buck: wait- another? Who is your first grandson?
(It’s Chris, obviously)
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La Mirtha Legrand, la reina inmortal, tiene 16 años, está sorda y casi completamente ciega, vive en una realidad paralela, duerme quince horas (de día) y le agarran los zoomies a las tres de la mañana. El amor de mi vida ❤️.
the thing is is that you'll be like. 11 years old and someone will tell you that you have to shave your legs. either it will be your mum or a friend or a mean girl in the p.e. changing rooms telling you how gross it is that you have hair on your legs. so then you ask your mum about it and she says yep you have to take this razor blade and drag it across your skin under running water and just hope you don't cut yourself too badly and you have to do this every single week and maybe more frequently than that and you have to do that for fucking ever. the rest of your fucking life. because the hair that grows naturally on your legs is gross and ugly and people will laugh and boys won't like you! of course boys have hair on THEIR legs. but that's normal and even attractive and it's just not the same for you. and a few years later they'll say well you obviously should also be shaving your armpits. and then it's your arms and then it's that you have to wax your upper lip and pluck your eyebrows and ewww why do you have hair on your fingers and your toes.. you need to shave that too. and then suddenly you need to buy spray that will make invisible hairs on your face visible so that you can shave that too! and it's expensive and time consuming and difficult and it HURTS but they just say beauty is pain babe! and you're not allowed to say that maybe if beauty is pain then you don't actually want to be beautiful
and i'm so fucking tired of girls who do shave being defensive when this topic comes up because then i have to say well of COURSE it's your personal choice whether you want to shave or not! no offense! maybe it makes you feel empowered! you do it for YOURSELF! because that's bullshit and i actually DO think you should stop shaving your legs because it's not fucking empowering it's insane. if you give it more than a minute of thought it can't possibly be empowering. you're in a PRISON!!!!! and i was in the prison too okay and i know it seems hard to break out but i promise you it's not. and the more people we can break out of the prison the easier it gets for everyone else i swear to god. please
In my case it was even worse I didn’t even hear a comment before I was taken to the WAX LADY. Not even starting with a razor and a side-eye, my mother picked me up after school ended and drove me to the waxing salon and I thought I was just going to read PJO while my mom got her eyebrows done.
I was thirteen years old and suddenly the wax lady was telling me to go to the first room and get undressed.
Again: no previous comments about hairy legs, no razors appearing in the bathroom, nothing that preceded being taken to the wax salon and informed of what I “needed to do” to look neat.
I asked if it would be painful. My mother said no. (It was a lie.)
I screamed bloody murder when the wax lady smeared that first blob of hot melted wax on my leg. My mom had to cover my mouth because I scared the other patrons. That strip of wax stayed there for a full five minutes because I could not calm down and you can’t remove wax safely if you are all tensed up. I screamed when she ripped it off too.
The session ended there. The wax lady told my mother that she couldn’t do the waxing properly if I thrashed around so much - it was unsafe for myself and her, and she didn’t want to participate in something I clearly did not want to do.
My mother was very angry with me because I embarrassed her with my screaming “over nothing”. I said I never wanted to do that again, she said “too bad, you’re going to do it once a month even if I have to drag you to the salon because you are not going to walk around with hairy legs and armpits.”
This happened when I was 13 years old, in Buenos Aires, Argentina. My mother is a lawyer from an upper-middle class upbringing but she was (and still is) obsessed with appearances. The beauty culture in Argentina is something I would need an entire post to dissect, but keep in mind that girls get their ears pierced as newborns (and boys don’t) and one of the most popular toys for girls of my childhood was a toy make-up kit.
What followed after that catastrophe were several long lectures about how leg hair was unhygienic, that I couldn’t use razors because they made the hair grow back thicker, that I could take ibuprofen before the waxing so it wouldn’t hurt so much - but there was still the implication that I had to be hairless, that it was mandatory and I was being immature and throwing a tantrum like a child at a doctor’s office.
I think it would be interesting to have a The Substance spin-off/prequel where we get to see what kind of sick people CREATED the stuff in the first place.
Or maybe-
There are two post-grad students, lab partners - a man and a woman. They are trying to finish their research, something that could revolutionize healthcare or make people’s lives easier - but funds are low and grants are hard to come by, so they are looking down the barrel of having to quit their work when suddenly a man appears.
He claims to be working for a company looking to create a serum. Something about unlocking your best self and taking the best of you and giving it new life. It sounds ridiculous, downright fantastical, but the money he offers them is very much real. It’s close enough to their original research objective, they would simply be working for a company and their work would be only for their benefit.
It’s a Faustian bargain, but the company is offering them to further fund their future research too. They just have to do this one serum and they can continue their actually important work. It’s just a simple beauty serum for aging models and desperate beauty queens - what could go wrong?
But then the testing starts. They can’t test it on animals because what does the “best version” of a rabbit even look like? The company insists they test with people. The two scientists protest at first, but they if they quit they lose everything. The money, the lab, the equipment. The company recruits homeless people as lab rats - they clean them up and give them food and a bed in exchange for their participation. Who is going to miss some junkies and hookers?
The horrifying effects of the Substance start appearing and the woman thinks they’ve gone too far. This is unethical with capital U. With every trial to figure out how the side-effects function, the bodies of dead and deformed bodies start to haunt her. She wants to quit - better to leave their research than to continue this madness.
The man tells his partner to think logically and put emotion aside. This could be huge - their work on the Substance could be even more revolutionary than their original research. Their names could go down in history. They can’t quit now.
Maybe the woman threatens to go to the authorities, maybe the man is too ambitious, maybe the Company doesn’t like loose ends. Whatever the case, the woman dies. Her body joins the ones used for testing - she might as well continue to be useful in death, the company decrees. Now with a knot in his stomach, the man is quiet.
The man finishes the Substance but now that he returns to the original research and he realizes he can’t finish it without his partner. He finally starts seeing the deformed bodies in his nightmares, in the mirror, on TV. He starts seeing his partner’s mangled form in the reflective surfaces of the lab, haunting him. He breaks every mirror, but the fractured image makes it worse.
He manages to write down the instructions for the Substance in an attempt at redemption. Maybe the users will realize how terrible it is and won’t use, they will be able to stop what he can’t. He takes his own life in the end.
The Substance is released to the selected few that are able to afford it and are desperate for it. All the deaths and the horror changed nothing. People ignore the warnings they don’t know someone died to give them; they don’t take into consideration what must have happened for the Substance to exist - why should they care? They just want to be young and beautiful again, that’s not a crime. The Substance won.
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If the Substance is supposed to a critique of Hollywood and the anti-aging industry, this would be a critique of the beauty industry and the unethical business practices behind modern laboratories.
Thanks for listening. Someone get me Coralie Fargeat on the phone, we’ll need a lot more prosthetics.
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How would you feel about a Female Rage/ Sisterhood/Revenge story?
Let’s say that the main protagonist is an ordinary middle-aged woman. Let’s say that she had a kid or two and never quite lost the baby weight and then got too busy to look after herself and she can’t help but compare herself to the other moms at the PTA who look so much more put together and she feels her husband’s desire for her wane.
She feels ugly and used-up, AKA the perfect candidate for the Substance.
Only she isn’t the one who takes it - her older sister does.
Her sister who was always prettier and more charming, who works in something that shouldn’t be about her looks but will definitely be affected if she doesn’t look pretty enough (like say: a news anchor or weatherwoman). And let’s say that the protagonist feels at first a little vindicated that now it’s her sister who feels like the ugly one, but then she suddenly starts talking about this new Thing she’s started using to keep up appearances: The Substance. She’s been using it for a while and has never felt better.
But just before the woman feels desperate enough to try it, something happens. Her sister got greedy, she took too much, became an ugly old hag and couldn’t live with herself in that state. Her sister dies as a result of the Substance, even if they try to label it a suicide.
The woman is hurt and confused and angry and she wants answers. She wants someone to face consequences. Someone has to suffer as much as she is - because she might have been jealous but that was her sister they murdered.
Cue the Kill Bill sirens and her using the information her sister had given her to try to track down the Substance creators in an attempt to shut them down.
The police don’t take her seriously and there isn’t enough proof to bring to a lawyer to file a lawsuit, not to mention all this subtle roadblocks that make it clear that these Substance people have money and power.
I don’t have a clear idea of what happens in the rest of this, but I want the climax to be a lab burning down in a toxic green inferno that everyone stares at in horror. I want the fumes to be so toxic everyone in a ten mile radius suddenly ages a few years like in The Beach.
The ending should feature another Pretty Young News Anchor Woman announcing that the fallout of the Substance Lab Fire was actually a hoax and that people were lying to get free benefits. Nothing has actually changed. The woman, who looks older and more worn down, sets flowers on her sister’s grave and looks straight into the camera with rage.
The end.
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Hit me up, Coralie, I have a lot more trauma to explore. Let’s do one with teenage girls next.
I’m watching Chopped Junior and there is a contestant called BUCK and he learned to cook from his FATHER and I’m still not over Bobby so please do yourselves a favor and imagine the following scenarios:
- Buck competes in a cooking competition and when asked who taught him he says “my captain 😊” and Bobby is in the audience cheering him on and goes “THAT’S MY SON!” at one point
OR
- Bobby and Buck compete as a team without stating what they are and at some point someone says “oh it’s so nice to see a father and son working together” and neither denies it
has someone written this yet? Do I have to do it?
Vampires is different, maybe the worst kind. But they live on, even if the one that made them is killed. They gotta be killed, one by one.
SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
I know it’s not the point but I would love to see what these fuckers were up to during all those years.
Where did they go? What were they doing? How were they living? How did they react to seeing the world change around them?
went to the hozier concert last night and he said that ireland and argentina have a lot in common. yes. despising the english
real footage of his speech before playing nina cried power
Yo también estaba ahí!
Andrés pidiendo la traducción de Olé Olé Olé porque estaba re confundido me mató.
Ahora debemos ver qué le sucedió a Los Simuladores durante los sucesos de El Eternauta
Lamponne le hizo un traje o un carrito especial a Betún
average argentine when faced with nuclear destruction
todo bien con la hija de Juan pero MESSI ESTÁ BIEN??? SCALONI? DIBU?
Yo ni leí esa parte y ya estaba pensando lo mismo fnfkfkfg
@netflix ustedes que tienen plata, no pueden llamar a un par de la selección?
Necesito una escena en la segunda temporada con los comandantes en Campo de Mayo y de la nada está SCALONI ahí dirigiendo a un grupo de soldados contra los bichos. Están ofreciéndole a Messi ser el nuevo presidente de la nación. Dibu está jugando con los más chicos para distraerlos.
I’m watching Chopped Junior and there is a contestant called BUCK and he learned to cook from his FATHER and I’m still not over Bobby so please do yourselves a favor and imagine the following scenarios:
- Buck competes in a cooking competition and when asked who taught him he says “my captain 😊” and Bobby is in the audience cheering him on and goes “THAT’S MY SON!” at one point
OR
- Bobby and Buck compete as a team without stating what they are and at some point someone says “oh it’s so nice to see a father and son working together” and neither denies it
has someone written this yet? Do I have to do it?
I can see mayravi as girl parents. They'd have two girls close in age. The first would be named for a goddess, keeping with tradition. May = derived from Maia Roman goddess. Athena = Greek goddess of same name.
Suggestions:
Kali = Hindu goddess of destruction
Diana = Roman goddess of maidens and the hunt
Victoria = Roman goddess of victory
No hay amor más grande que el que da la vida por sus amigos.
boluda ya estaba llorando ANTES de me citaras La Sociedad de la Nieve 😭😭😭
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Rozgonyi Maria “Mariska”. Daughter of a minor Hungarian noble family, sent to Elizabeth Bathory’s finishing school. Sired by Elizabeth Bathory when she was seventeen.
Expert seamstress, applies vicissitude to make clothing out of her victims - corsets strengthened with femurs, bones added to embroidery, hair woven into thread for a tapestry, skin used as fabric - and to fit current beauty standards to attract them. Usually goes after ‘high-quality’ victims, but waits until they commit an offense that justifies their death (it usually doesn’t take long.)
Neurodivergent (but doesn’t know it) - has spend years hyper focused on a project (spent over a year making a chemise a la reine and only got to wear it once before the Revolution - still bitter about it) and even when human was so caught up in her work that she didn’t notice her ‘classmates’ were mysteriously dying.
Currently living in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Hired a fellow Hungarian as a lady’s maid when she arrived in the city in the year 1900 and has consistently employed at least one descendant of hers for the past century - so she has her own serfs. They “sort of know” what she is but don’t ask too many questions - they are happy she doesn’t eat them and sponsors their kids’ education.
…
The Countess was a beautiful woman, the most beautiful according to some, and she took a liking to her skills with a needle. Mariska became so enraptured in the commissions that she barely noticed that three of the girls that arrived with her died suddenly. It wasn’t long before she realized that the long table where they broke their fasts now had ten plates instead of twenty. The servants say it was the plague, their trembling hands have fresh nicks and cuts.
Then one day the Countess asks if she would like to stay with her forever.
No need for her to get married or have children or even help run the keep, all she had to do was say yes and she could spend the rest of her days weaving and making her wonderful things.
She agrees.
I think it would be interesting to have a The Substance spin-off/prequel where we get to see what kind of sick people CREATED the stuff in the first place.
Or maybe-
There are two post-grad students, lab partners - a man and a woman. They are trying to finish their research, something that could revolutionize healthcare or make people’s lives easier - but funds are low and grants are hard to come by, so they are looking down the barrel of having to quit their work when suddenly a man appears.
He claims to be working for a company looking to create a serum. Something about unlocking your best self and taking the best of you and giving it new life. It sounds ridiculous, downright fantastical, but the money he offers them is very much real. It’s close enough to their original research objective, they would simply be working for a company and their work would be only for their benefit.
It’s a Faustian bargain, but the company is offering them to further fund their future research too. They just have to do this one serum and they can continue their actually important work. It’s just a simple beauty serum for aging models and desperate beauty queens - what could go wrong?
But then the testing starts. They can’t test it on animals because what does the “best version” of a rabbit even look like? The company insists they test with people. The two scientists protest at first, but they if they quit they lose everything. The money, the lab, the equipment. The company recruits homeless people as lab rats - they clean them up and give them food and a bed in exchange for their participation. Who is going to miss some junkies and hookers?
The horrifying effects of the Substance start appearing and the woman thinks they’ve gone too far. This is unethical with capital U. With every trial to figure out how the side-effects function, the bodies of dead and deformed bodies start to haunt her. She wants to quit - better to leave their research than to continue this madness.
The man tells his partner to think logically and put emotion aside. This could be huge - their work on the Substance could be even more revolutionary than their original research. Their names could go down in history. They can’t quit now.
Maybe the woman threatens to go to the authorities, maybe the man is too ambitious, maybe the Company doesn’t like loose ends. Whatever the case, the woman dies. Her body joins the ones used for testing - she might as well continue to be useful in death, the company decrees. Now with a knot in his stomach, the man is quiet.
The man finishes the Substance but now that he returns to the original research and he realizes he can’t finish it without his partner. He finally starts seeing the deformed bodies in his nightmares, in the mirror, on TV. He starts seeing his partner’s mangled form in the reflective surfaces of the lab, haunting him. He breaks every mirror, but the fractured image makes it worse.
He manages to write down the instructions for the Substance in an attempt at redemption. Maybe the users will realize how terrible it is and won’t use, they will be able to stop what he can’t. He takes his own life in the end.
The Substance is released to the selected few that are able to afford it and are desperate for it. All the deaths and the horror changed nothing. People ignore the warnings they don’t know someone died to give them; they don’t take into consideration what must have happened for the Substance to exist - why should they care? They just want to be young and beautiful again, that’s not a crime. The Substance won.
-
If the Substance is supposed to a critique of Hollywood and the anti-aging industry, this would be a critique of the beauty industry and the unethical business practices behind modern laboratories.
Thanks for listening. Someone get me Coralie Fargeat on the phone, we’ll need a lot more prosthetics.
when do you put up the christmas tree and decorate?
1st December
12 days before and 12 days after
Thanksgiving
Christmas Eve
I don't decorate
I hate Christmas/don't celebrate
Other - put in tags!!
mariah carey is nearly defrosted and they're playing christmas music in shopping malls
General Latin-American Catholic timeline: put up the Christmas tree and ornaments on December 8th (Día de la Inmaculada AKA Mary’s birthday) and take them down after January 6th (Día de Reyes AKA day of the Three Wise Kings)
What is Up with book girlies going ‘the worst part of the Book was when teenagers violently murdered puppies’ when the entire rest of the book exists. The human trafficking and using Human beings as product. It’s not about vegetarianism it’s about how capital reduces us to beasts it’s about how the system can give us everything we could ever want we only have to look past the atrocities. It’s about jasmine reaching for her baby only to have him denied by someone who sees her as a means to his own happiness.
The message gets even more obvious when you do the bare minimum research and learn the author is Argentinian.
Do you know what happened during the last Dictatorship (1976 - 1982)? The military stole the babies of political prisoners and gave them to “good” upper class families. They raped women in clandestine detention centers and took their babies away. To this day they are finding foreign-owned “surrogacy” agencies that target lower-class women to carry the fetuses of foreign rich people.
Every (and yes, I mean EVERY SINGLE ONE) government we’ve ever had as a country has either sold us out to whatever foreign power has more money (the Spanish, the English, the Americans) or exploited for their own gain.
Our greatest export is cattle. We’ve always been cattle. The book is just taking it literally.