#ch: sam

[muppetsdaily]

THE MUPPET MOVIE (1979) dir. James Frawley

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

telling the girl asking about SAM MONROE that just because you and him blow each other occasionally doesn’t mean you’re together. sam overhears you bragging about your unconventional friendship with him, and doesn’t say anything right then… but the next time you’re alone with him he starts up something a little more romantic, trying to get the thought of a real relationship in your head. but fucking your pussy raw isn’t exactly the pinnacle of romance.

[fearstreetdaily]

#FinalGirlfriends

Fear Street: 1666 [2021] Dir: Leigh Janiak

[enidtwd]

season 6

[miss0atae]

It was a really fun idea to make an interview with the actors playing the "villains" of the series. I like that these two hosts don't hesitate to make interviews with actors who play antagonists (just as they did with Aon for The Bangkok Boy).

Also, I'm a huge fan of Thiwthit (as a character of course) and I really wanted to hear what Bom had to say about him. I'm glad because it mostly confirms what I got from this character.

He said that he had traumas and frustration of not being accepted and Thiwthit also feels like he is lacking so that's why he is reckless and very insecure. I think it was pretty obvious and that's why I'm fascinating by the wrong choices he makes in the series.

Apparently the most memorable scene of Thiwthit will happen in the last episode (according to Bom) so I can't wait to see it.

I also liked that the two hosts ask a question about the relationship between Thada and Thiwthit, which is one of the most interesting things (for me) in the series. So, obviously their issues stemmed from the consequences of his Thiwthit's mom actions in Crown. It made Thiwthit wants to regain respect and get a good business reputation back, but Bom said it's actually difficult because he doesn't have a sense of belonging as he never truly worked for Crown the way you expect someone who wants to succeed. I guess he wanted to say that Thiwthit's nasty attitudes are due to entitlement so that's why he didn't truly put his all in Crown to make a good job. However, he also pointed that Thiwthit does want to prove that he is as good, or even better than Thada in this industry. The fact is that Bom and I agree on the fact that Thiwthit wants his brother's recognition and their issues aren't only about his mother's actions. There were conflicts before and Bom said Thwithit has "trauma and scars in his heart" because of them. I guess he didn't want to give too much spoilers (maybe the interview was made before episode 7) and it kind of hits on the theory that Thiwthit may have more than brotherly feelings for Thada.

It's funny because when he was asked what would Thiwthit wish if he saw a shooting star, he answered that he would want his brother's love and acceptance. It makes me wonder if Thada had a true sibling's bond with Thiwthit maybe the story would have been pretty different (and we wouldn't have Reset as we know it which would be a shame, but I'm still curious). Bom said that they would probably have worked well together and have created a successful business partnership. I think the same. I believe if Thada had the opportunities to create a real sibling bond with him, maybe Thwithit would never have been a villain. However, would it have been possible with his potential "romantic" feelings for Thada? Maybe ultimately, he would have fallen into bad habits because of Thada's love for Armin. Who knows. I guess it could be an interesting "fanfiction" to write.

Anyway, that's a cool interview. I didn't write a lot about NJ's answers, but they also give more interesting insight about his character Sam.

[warwickroyals]

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The implication that Arthur has a Foghorn Leghorn accent that he randomly does . . .

[TRANSCRIPT]

[psychixsam]

watching supernatural season 1 and i am just obsessed. the grainy footage. the dark, sad colours. how sam and dean blend into the backdrop of this world through old clothes and different names every other town. they are everyone and no one. they are young and they have seen more horrors than you could possibly imagine. you only know what they allow you to see. they will find who you’re missing, but they will never be missed. i am passing away.

[hannahssimblr]

“Smile! No- okay, a real smile if you can. Would you show us some teeth? Ah! That’s a snarl… why don’t you think of something that makes you happy, or just say cheese. Okay? ‘Cheese’? Jude. C’mon.”

I smile for one second just as the camera bulb flashes, blinding me temporarily, and let it fall right off my face. “That okay?”

The photographer checks the screen and tuts, “Well, it’ll do. Onto the next, please!” I slide off the stool and let the next person in line take it as Sam from the yearbook committee beckons me over to him. 

“Jude, I’m just looking at your form here. For the yearbook? It looks like you must have forgotten to fill some of it out.”

I peer at it.

“No, that was on purpose.”

“Right, well your section of the book is going to be fairly empty if we submit it like this, and most of the stuff that you’ve written is pretty much unusable.”

“Which parts?”

“So here, under ‘best memories’ you have, ahem, ‘smashing Fitzy’s nose at that match that time.’”

“Yeah. You notice it’s still fucked up a bit even after the surgery?”

“You actually can’t say that. The principal wants me to cut it out because it’s inappropriate, so you’ll have to think of something else.”

“Another good memory?”

“Yeah, just one.”

“You’ll have to let me stew on that.”

“Right. And here, for ‘where will you be in ten years?’ you’ve said ‘possibly dead.’” He’s got a troubled look in his eyes, “Kind of morbid, isn’t it?”

I shrug, “Well it is possible, isn’t it?”

“Well I suppose, but, like, most people have said something like ‘running my own bakery!’ or ‘married with kids!’”

I scoff, “Alright well I won’t be married.” 

“Have you not got a pretty solid thing going with Michelle Tengu?”

A bit presumptuous. I repeat myself, “I won’t be married.” 

Sam scratches the back of his head and lets out this world weary sigh. Whatever about me, but in ten years Sam will probably be doing exactly as he’s doing now, stuck behind some desk, sighing over forms, checking his watch slyly and yearning for lunchtime so that he can finally lay into the limp salad with vinaigrette dressing on the side that he’s stashed in the office fridge, a label on the Tupperware lid lest anyone be tempted.

 “Okay well the rest of it, the ‘favourite subject’ section is empty, so is ‘words of advice’, ‘nickname’, and your quote.”

“I don’t have anything to say.”

“So you’re going to leave those sections blank?”

“Is that… okay with you?” 

“Is it okay with you? You’ll have this yearbook forever, you know, and what if when you’re older you want to look back at it and remember what you were like in sixth year and you’re disappointed in yourself that you never made an effort to fill out the form?”

“Okay, and what if I’m dead by then?”

Sam sighs again and stuffs the form back into the pile on the desk, “Fine, Be like that. I don’t care.”

“Well to be honest, it feels like you do.”

“No, you can do what you want.”

“Well… good.”

“Good!”

I shrug and slope towards the gymnasium doors where Alison is standing, smirking. 

“Were you just getting told off by Sam?”

“Yeah he’s on a yearbook committee power trip, he’s mad because I don’t want to fill in the form.”

“Well wait until the debs committee come after you.”

We push through to the hallway and make our way towards our lockers, “The debs committee? What do they want from me?”

“Money for tickets, apparently. It's been due for weeks.”

“Well I don’t want tickets, so they can piss off.”

“You’re not going?”

“No, obviously not.” I pull a frown to match hers, “why would I be going to the debs?”

“Because it’s the debs.”

“Good reason.”

“Like I just assumed, what with you having a girlfriend now, surely you’d like to go and get dressed up and do the whole thing. It’s, like, tradition.”

“I’m surprised you’re so into the idea. I didn’t think you’d be the kind of person who’d be up for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well it’s cringey, isn’t it? Getting dressed up in a little suit and standing around on someone’s front lawn drinking from champagne flutes that only get dragged out for special occasions. The whole tradition is stupid, with that flower thing you put on the girl's wrist and all,” I shudder with embarrassment, “Wouldn’t you just feel like you’re play-acting as a sophisticated adult to some extent?”

She smirks, “You don’t think I’m sophisticated?”

“I don't know.”

“And you don’t think I’d like to have a cute little corsage on my wrist?”

“Would you?”

“No, I think they’re weird, but I’d still like an excuse to wear a dress and do my hair up. We’ll get a free shot of sambuca too.”

“Well, mine is yours.”

As Alison unlocks her locker I fling mine open to dump my books in. I haven’t had a lock in years. What would anyone want to steal from me anyway? All I have is textbooks with the covers ripped off and notebooks with their whole lower third damaged and bleeding ink from the time a water bottle opened inside my school bag.

“Is Michelle against the whole thing too?”

“I assume so.”

“You assume?”

“Yeah, I can’t see her being jazzed about it. It’s not really her thing.”

“You didn’t ask?”

I move on swiftly, “Who are you going with?”

Alison smiles, “I’m going to two debs, actually. My own, obviously, and the boys school one. I got asked last week.”

“By who?”

“The guy I’m going out with.” 

I poke my head around the open door of my locker, “Alison, do you have a boyfriend?”

She wiggles her shoulders with delight, “Yes. At least I think so, we haven’t, like, had the conversation officially but I think it’s safe to say we’re together together now.”

“That’s great! What’s his name?”

“Aaron.”

“Uh huh, and what’s he like? He up to it?”

The bell suddenly sounds for the end of break and we sigh as the hallways fill with frantic footfall, clanging lockers and swooshing doors. Alison slings her school bag over one shoulder. “We can catch up about this later, maybe. Do you want to meet me after school for a walk or something?”

I hesitate, and she starts babbling, “Or, um, wherever, like, I know-”

“Yeah it’s just-”

“If you’re busy-”

“We’re not really supposed to be friends, are we?” I blurt out, and her face looks stricken. Her hand on the strap of her bag clenches, white over the plastic buckle, “Right.”

“It’s just, like, with me having a girlfriend and stuff… She’s not really a fan of me hanging around people that I used to… like-”

“Hm. So I suppose you having less time for me this year wasn’t really by accident, then.”

I don’t know what to say. Someone bumps their bag against my elbow as they push past us and I stagger closer to her while she takes a decisive step back, maintaining our new distance.

“It’s just with Michelle and everything. You know how it is.”

“How insecure is that girl anyway? You and I haven’t done anything in over a year. Since way before you got together.”

“She just doesn’t like the idea.”

“Of me?” She scans my face for some semblance of meaning to all of this, her blue eyes big and wounded. “Okay well, suit yourself then, but this is just...” She can't muster the words for exactly this is, instead she pulls a disgusted face at me that might as well have been a boot to the crotch.

“Come on, Alison, no matter what I do I’m going to end up upsetting someone…”

“No, I get it, it's better it’s me.” She plasters a big smile on her face and whirls around, and I watch her, black patent shoes clacking against the linoleum, hair swishing, arms swinging, and she’s gone. 

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