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How I Found Myself In Fan Fiction
Pacey and Joey and LiveJournal and me – a foursome for the ages.
By Karen Onojaife

Better scholars than me have mounted strenuous defenses of fan fiction. To me, the debate (fan fiction versus “proper” books) has always seemed strange – surely there’s space for everything. I’m a writer, so yes, I read a lot of books, but I also think you should take your pleasure (and your learning) where you can find it. If that occasionally/sometimes/frequently happens to be on a website where the collective fangirling is such that it could legitimately serve as an alternative source of renewable energy, then so be it – let’s go live our best lives.

I was about 12 when I wrote my first book. I’ve long since lost the manuscript but I remember it was called Sparring Partners, a title I’d “borrowed” from one of my sister’s Mills and Boon novels. It was a buddy cop comedy/romantic drama set in New York, which also had, inexplicably, a subplot that closely mirrored the narrative beats of Point Break.

I wrote over a hundred pages, both sides, in handwriting that changed from paragraph to paragraph, the ways kids do when they’re still figuring out different ways to be. All nostalgia aside, I’m absolutely certain Sparring Partners was terrible. But what I recall most about the writing of it was that the simple act of getting those words down, armed with just a Bic and a lined A4 pad – blue feint, pink margin – felt a little like meeting myself properly for the first time.

lionmettled was talkng about this AU they had where Eponine decided to join the police force and Javert becomes a mentor/partner and I am so enamored with that idea.

Eponine being the street-smart rule-bending rookie with the perceived “washed-up” by-the-book experienced  Officer bonding over similar pasts and the crushes they have on the cute father-daughter Floral business across from the station. Can you imagine that buddy-cop comedy. cAN YOU. I CAN

I’ll be honest. I only joined TGWTG back in the day because I wanted to work with Doug Walker (AKA The Nostalgia Critic). I find him sort of prudish, but extremely likable and funny. I had this fantasy that we’d become best friends and we would eventually star in a buddy cop comedy together.

Alas, senpai never noticed me. I think his brother Rob kind of cockblocked me. True, new Nostalgia Critic doesn’t tend to be as good as the classic stuff, but it’s like any comedy show: the longer it goes, the more it’s shown you every trick is has. 

If only he added a new character to the mix. Someone amazing. Hmmmm… . 

Seriously, Doug. Put me in a fucking Nostalgia Critic video. I have an established fan base. I’ve watched probably 80% of your reviews, so I know what’s what. I am physically huge and could lift you over my head. And I have cancer (I don’t really have cancer … I mean, not to my knowledge). 

I tried joining your site to get your attention. I tried writing you emails. Now I’m just publicly pleading. I want this Doug. I want you. I mean, I want to work with you. You beautiful bastard. 

Dreams do come true: Damon Wayans Jr. and Jake Johnson to co-star in buddy cop comedy

My brain is crying with happiness. 

Because the universe clearly wanted the two of them to be together, hilarious sitcom boys Jake Johnson (New Girl) and Damon Wayans Jr (Happy Endings) have been cast to co-star in the buddy cop comedy Let’s Be Cops. What’s that you say? You didn’t realize you could be this happy? I know. Me either. 

Considering Damon Wayans Jr has been killing it for 2.5 seasons over at the heinously underrated and underwatched Happy Endings, and Johnson is having the season of his life over on New Girl, the idea of the two of them together on the big screen, pretending to be cops, makes me just DIE. I die. It’s just too good. Is there such a thing as too much amazing? If so, I don’t wanna know. 

The film will see the two pranksters playing cops, when of course they find themselves in a bit of a hilarious predicament upon running into real life criminals. 

Can we buy our tickets now? 

cetaceanhandiwork  asked:

I was thinking about this whole coriander buddy cop meme that seems to be happening & honestly my best guess is that it's some sorta weird inverse flower rite. like he's not good enough at his pstate to automatically make something count as "listening" so putting him in a position where it's always other people's words in his mouth (screenwriters) might count as narratively appropriate sabotage. & if not they can always have vic mignogna overdub his lines or something to twist the nettle further

It would make sense, but I also see it backfiring spectacularly when he decides to anchor the program, or invite friends over as guest stars, or show up in someone else’s skin just to throw the proverbial spanner in the works.  They’re all bad enough ideas to credit to him, and no one’s going to make an inverse flower rite easy.

Either that or it’s then that he decides to reveal that Vic Mignogna was in fact I, CORIANDER HASP! all along as part of a long-brewing scheme involving the exploitation of the American anime market and the dub/sub divide.

Crack Tokyo Ghoul Movies (Comedy)
  •     Haise goes undercover as Sasako and become den mother of a sorority to search for illegal money laundering scheme and falls for leader Touka.
  •     Romantic comedy where Tsukiyama makes a bet with his high school buddies that he can turn the nerdy Kaneki into the next prom king.
  •      Eto and Furuta as crooked cops in a buddy cop black comedy.
  •      Yomo and Uta stoner comedy where someone steals Uta’s eyeball munchies and they must go through a wacky journey through Tokyo to find them.
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VanityFair’s review of #WaronEveryone:

Finally, the kind of role Michael Peña deserves.

Imagine if Quentin Tarantino directed Starsky and Hutch and didn’t mess it up with his whole malignant misanthropic, misogynistic look-at-me thing. The result would be John Michael McDonagh’s snort-milk-out-your-nose-funny buddy cop comedy War on Everyone, premiering at the 66th Berlin Film Festival. Michael Peña and Alexander Skarsgard play Bob and Terry, co-dependent corrupt Albuquerque pigs snorting and shooting their way to tumble a supercilious English Lord (Divergent’s posh Theo James) into horseracing, heists, and kiddy porn.

McDonagh (The Guard, Calvary), like his brother Martin (In Bruges), has a virtuosic way with dialogue, interlacing philosophical musings with ridiculous questions like “if you hit a mime does he make a sound?” One of the movie’s greatest pleasures is that it gives Peña, an actor often forced by Hollywood to play roles beneath his skill set (exception: his cop bromance End of Watch, opposite Jake Gyllenhaal), long riffs of dialogue that he spins out like a Howard Hawks cockeyed hero. Finally, he gets to play the smartest guy in the room, not the Hispanic sidekick.

And then there’s Skarsgard, pausing in that career moment before he goes full on studio Tarzan. No one can fault a critic for pausing to salivate over the True Blood star, as he rolls out of bed with his new squeeze (the alluring Tessa Thompson), sweat slicked and gorgeous, in nothing more than a tiny pair of mustard-colored briefs. Here is an actor who recently made a horny boy-man sleeping with an under-aged teen in The Diary of a Teenage Girl oddly appealing if not quite sympathetic. In War on Everyone, Skarsgard plays a bruised beauty with a tarnished badge. Terry’s life plays out to a soundtrack of Glen Campbell songs, underscoring the achy twangy yearning white boy at his core. Terry’s hard-drinking, hard-punching policeman is a Rhinestone Cowboy, a Wichita Lineman. It’s a rueful comedic performance that he pounds out like pavement into something deeper and darker and more touching than your average buddy cop.

The opening sequences of War on Everyone are so furiously fast and funny it’s nearly unimaginable that McDonagh can sustain the pace. And yet he does. When the script eases up on the rapid-fire quips, seguing into hilarious music cues (all that Campbell!) and slapstick violence, it brings its best game. Because these flawed but funny characters have dimension, depth, deep desires and, damn it, cry out for a franchise.

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