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I don’t know what’s not to love about this video:

-The Pre-Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda singing a song that’s far out of his range.
-The Pre WWII setting of the musical. (Any other situation, I would hate this)
-That orchestra though.
-The singers leading him into the song and their perfect pitch.
-The hum of the VHS camera.
- “YOUR CUP OF POISON!”
-The idea that simply putting someone in white clothing is the same as them being Jesus.
-Why did they cast him as Jesus and not Judas?

I just love this video, and nothing will convince me not to. Maybe one day I’ll release my full cover of “Agony”, from Into The Woods.

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Samuel L. Jackson Joins Sebastian Stan in 'The Last Full Measure'
Christopher Plummer, William Hurt and Bradley Whitford also star.

It’s an Avengers reunion: Samuel L. Jackson has signed on to join Sebastian Stan in The Last Full Measure.

Christopher Plummer, William Hurt, Bradley Whitford, Michael Imperioli and Linus Roache also star in the film from Todd Robinson (White Squall, Lonely Hearts).

Based on the true story of a present-day cover-up investigation, The Last Full Measure follows young Pentagon investigator Scott Huffman (Stan) as he battles the political machine in Washington. He reluctantly teams with veterans of Operation Abilene to convince Congress to award the Medal of Honor to a courageous Air Force medic, William Pitsenbarger, who is seen saving the lives of more than 60 Marines who were ambushed in one of the bloodiest battles of the Vietnam War. As the battle waged on, and after the last helicopter left, he continued to save lives until his own was sacrificed.

Foresight Unlimited is handling international sales and producing in association with Provocator and SSS Entertainment. Timothy Scott Bogart, Mark Damon, Lauren Selig, Julian Adams, Nicholas Cafritz, Robert Reed Peterson and Shaun Sanghani are producing, with Tamara Birkemoe, Jenna Sanz-Agero and Sidney Sherman executive producing. Pen Densham and John Watson are co-executive producers.

Principal photography is set to begin later this month in Atlanta and Costa Rica.

“When I read Todd Robinson’s exceptionally moving script and heard the real-life interviews of the many men whom William Pitsenbarger saved, I felt this could be a great film. With the award-winning cast that has been assembled, I am now sure of it,” said Foresight Unlimited’s Mark Damon.

Stan is currently in production on Avengers: Infinity War for Marvel Studios/Disney and I, Tonya starring Margot Robbie, and has wrapped work on Steven Soderbergh’s Logan Lucky. He is repped by ICM Partners and Brookside Artist Management.

Jackson will soon be seen in Legendary’s Kong: Skull Island, which Warner Bros. is releasing on Friday, and The Hitman’s Bodyguard for Lionsgate in August. He recently wrapped Brie Larson’s directorial debut Unicorn Store. Jackson is repped by ICM Partners and Anonymous Content.

Plummer can next be seen in The Exception for A24 and The Man Who Invented Christmas for Bleecker Street in December. Hurt can currently be seen on the Amazon series Goliath opposite Billy Bob Thornton and will next be seen in Live Like Line opposite Helen Hunt. Whitford is in postproduction on Unicorn Store and Three Christs starring Richard Gere; he previously starred in HBO’s All the Way and can currently be seen in the Universal hit Get Out. Imperioli most recently starred on Fox’s Lucifer, and Roache on History’s Vikings and in Netflix’s Barry.

the soulmate au- part 1

hey! it’s your favourite constantly on-hiatus mod trash!!! and here i am with the most garbage au yet. there’ll be a second part (hopefully), so heads up. love you all and stay safe!

  • amelie’s first words to her are ‘va te faire foutre.’
  • or, for an english translation, fuck you. a true french romance.
  • the line-skipping girl looks at her, shocked. amelie sneers.
  • ‘quoi? you understand this, but you do not understand basic courtesy?’
  • a slow smile creeps over the girl’s face. amelie scowls at her, teeth bared.
  • ‘on the contrary.’
  • oh, fuck.
  • amelie stares at her in disbelief. ‘you have got to be kidding me.’
  • ‘hi, soulmate.’
  • ‘impossible.’ amelie growls. ‘let me see your arm.’
  • the girl shrugs, rolls up her sleeve. written in elegant, swooping handwriting are those very words. amelie hisses in disgust.
  • ‘a brit. what will papa think?’
  • ‘whoa there! i’d like to think we’re not so bad. ‘sides, you’re one to talk about courtesy when you’ve made me live with this on me chalk.’
  • amelie squints, uncomprehending. ‘quoi?’
  • ‘chalk farm. y’know, arm.’
  • ‘you are a child.’ amelie has a sudden thought. ‘quelle âge a tu? you look twelve.’
  • ‘twenty-six. ignoring the jab.’
  • ‘merde.’
  • ‘what? how old are you?’
  • ‘thirty-three.’
  • ‘christ, you’re a fucking dinosaur.’
  • amelie sighs at her. she’s panicking inwardly- this can’t be happening. not now, after gérard. ‘tu me gonfles.’
  • ‘rude. so tell me, soulmate-’
  • ‘no. listen to me.’
  • she closes her mouth and looks at her.
  • ‘we-’ amelie gestures- ‘might be soulmates, but it means nothing. nothing. don’t speak to me again.’
  • and then amelie gets in a car and drives off, tires screeching.
  • ‘well, this has been a complete shitfuck,’ the girl says cheerfully, and then walks off.
  • unfortunately, gabriel reyes can read his sister all too well. when she steps out of the car, looking pale and drawn, he sweeps her over to the side of the mansion and squints at her suspiciously.
  • ‘quoi?’
  • ‘you look weird.’
  • ‘so do you. i’m just too polite to say something about it.’
  • ‘on the contrary,’ he says with a grin, but it falters when she flinches. and then it returns full force.
  • ‘oh my god.’
  • ‘no, gabriel.’
  • ‘don’t full-name me. oh my god. you met them.’
  • ‘i’m afraid i have no idea what you’re talking about.’
  • ‘your soulmate, dummy.’
  • dummy?’
  • ‘stop changing the subject. who is it?’
  • amelie sighs, sits on a bench. ‘a brit.’
  • ‘ooh.’
  • ‘no. i told her to never speak to me again.’
  • ‘harsh.’
  • ‘necessary.’ she looks tired.
  • ‘okay.’
  • she blinks at him in surprise. ‘you’re not going to push it?’
  • ‘nah,’ he says. ‘you’ll talk to me if you’re ready.’
  • she smiles, pulls him into an affectionate half-hug. ‘merci.’
  • ‘sure.’
  • soulmates have always been a sore topic, ever since the lacroix family adopted sombra, a skittish kid with a burn scar over her tattoo, too precise to be anything but deliberate. ‘it’s hypothesised that it was an introductory sentence,’ the social worker at the orphanage had said. ‘most of these cases involve- well, let’s just say it was likely a girl’s name.’
  • not to mention the time when amelie’s fiancé gérard had found his soulmate on the night he proposed, and had broken off the engagement two weeks before the wedding with a half-hearted apology.
  • fuck him, anyways.
  • she goes inside and sips cafe au lait and tries not to think about it.
  • and this goes on for two weeks, until finally sombra confronts her in the kitchen.
  • ‘listen, hermana. i don’t know who this girl is, who said what’s written on your arm. but you know what? you should maybe stop being such a baby about it and go and find her.’
  • amelie looks at her flatly. ‘i don’t want a soulmate.’
  • ‘fine! that’s fine! but obviously it’s been fucking you up lately. i know the gérard thing was a clusterfuck, but you should consider it. and it’s your choice. but i’ve grown up not even knowing- hell, anyone could be my soulmate- and i’ve wished sometimes that i could at least know. and if it doesn’t work out, who gives a damn? you’re fine as hell, sis. catch someone else.’
  • amelie just blinks at her, and then sighs. ‘okay.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘i’ll give it a try.’
  • ‘hell yeah!’ gabe pops out from behind the counter
  • gabriel reyes-’
  • and so amelie tracks her down.
  • ‘lena oxton,’ gabe reads from over sombra’s shoulder. ‘and her picture- ooh, she’s cute.’
  • amelie examines her nails and fakes disinterest. ‘is she? i didn’t notice.’
  • ‘she runs an international crime syndicate.’ sombra says.
  • what?’
  • ‘joking, joking. just making sure you were paying attention.’
  • amelie shoots her the middle finger.
  • ‘and she’s in paris right now, probably. here’s her- oh my god! it has her number!’
  • ‘it’s 2 am,’ amelie warns.
  • ‘don’t be such a coward. i’m going to-’
  • no-’
  • and then the phone beeps. gabe holds it above his head, grinning, as amelie swipes for it. 
  • she picks up on the third ring, voice sleep-scratchy through the phone.
  • ‘lo?’
  • ‘bonjour.’
  • a pause. ‘please tell me this isn’t who i think it is.’
  • ‘yes. it’s me.’
  • you’re so dramatic, sombra mouths. amelie ignores her.
  • ‘um. okay?’
  • ‘i’d like to talk to you.’
  • the rustle of blankets. ‘sure. what’s up?’
  • ‘you’re my soulmate,’ amelie says bluntly. ‘and i’d like to consider pursuing an… affiliation.’
  • gabe rolls his eyes.
  • ‘hell does that mean?’
  • ‘she means,’ sombra says abruptly, and amelie sends her a panicked glare, ‘that you’re cute and she wants to hit that.’
  • ‘um…?’
  • ‘my apologies. my sister.’
  • ‘okay. this is going to sound weird- what’s your name?’
  • ‘amelie. amelie lacroix.’
  • ‘like…’ and amelie waits for her to say ‘giant corporation,’ or ‘corrupt political family, but instead: ‘the soda?’
  • quoi?’
  • sombra cackles. ‘the soda! jesus, amiga!’
  • ‘no,’ amelie says mournfully, ‘like the prime minister.’
  • ‘ah. shit.’
  • ‘pardon?’
  • ‘that explains why you’re so pretty.’
  • gabe swoons. amelie flips him off.
  • there’s the click of typing. ‘ooh. an affair in the family? corruption, scandals left and right- well, i guess that explains my words.’
  • sombra grins at that. ‘speaking of, what are those?’
  • ‘oh? these? fuck you.’
  • sombra recoils. ‘excuse me?’
  • ‘no, those are mine. except in french.’
  • ‘hold up,’ gabe pipes up. ‘your first words to your soulmate were ‘fuck you’?’
  • amelie has a headache. ‘yes or no.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘to the… affiliation.’
  • ‘god, you’re so awkward,’ sombra says.
  • ‘oh, that? sure.’
  • ‘ah.’
  • an awkward silence.
  • ‘well, i’ll see you. tomorrow, 9 am, near that one crêpe shop near the eiffel?’
  • ‘oui.’
  • ‘got it. cheers, love.’
  • amelie blushes fiercely. sombra lets out an ‘ooh’.
  • ‘it’s a date,’ amelie says finally, and there’s a quiet laugh.
  • ‘it’s a date.’
Samuel L. Jackson Joins Sebastian Stan in 'The Last Full Measure'

Christopher Plummer, William Hurt and Bradley Whitford also star.

It’s an Avengers reunion: Samuel L. Jackson has signed on to join Sebastian Stan in The Last Full Measure.

Christopher Plummer, William Hurt, Bradley Whitford, Michael Imperioli and Linus Roache also star in the film from Todd Robinson (White Squall, Lonely Hearts).

Based on the true story of a present-day cover-up investigation, The Last Full Measure follows young Pentagon investigator Scott Huffman (Stan) as he battles the political machine in Washington. He reluctantly teams with veterans of Operation Abilene to convince Congress to award the Medal of Honor to a courageous Air Force medic, William Pitsenbarger, who is seen saving the lives of more than 60 Marines who were ambushed in one of the bloodiest battles of the Vietnam War. As the battle waged on, and after the last helicopter left, he continued to save lives until his own was sacrificed.

Foresight Unlimited is handling international sales and producing in association with Provocator and SSS Entertainment. Timothy Scott Bogart, Mark Damon, Lauren Selig, Julian Adams, Nicholas Cafritz, Robert Reed Peterson and Shaun Sanghani are producing, with Tamara Birkemoe, Jenna Sanz-Agero and Sidney Sherman executive producing. Pen Densham and John Watson are co-executive producers.

Principal photography is set to begin later this month in Atlanta and Costa Rica.

“When I read Todd Robinson’s exceptionally moving script and heard the real-life interviews of the many men whom William Pitsenbarger saved, I felt this could be a great film. With the award-winning cast that has been assembled, I am now sure of it,” said Foresight Unlimited’s Mark Damon.

Stan is currently in production on Avengers: Infinity War for Marvel Studios/Disney and I, Tonyastarring Margot Robbie, and has wrapped work on Steven Soderbergh’s Logan Lucky. He is repped by ICM Partners and Brookside Artist Management.

Jackson will soon be seen in Legendary’s Kong: Skull Island, which Warner Bros. is releasing on Friday, and The Hitman’s Bodyguard for Lionsgate in August. He recently wrapped Brie Larson’s directorial debut Unicorn Store. Jackson is repped by ICM Partners and Anonymous Content.

Plummer can next be seen in The Exception for A24 and The Man Who Invented Christmas for Bleecker Street in December. Hurt can currently be seen on the Amazon series Goliath opposite Billy Bob Thornton and will next be seen in Live Like Line opposite Helen Hunt. Whitford is in postproduction on Unicorn Store and Three Christs starring Richard Gere; he previously starred in HBO’s All the Way and can currently be seen in the Universal hit Get Out. Imperioli most recently starred on Fox’s Lucifer, and Roache on History’s Vikings and in Netflix’s Barry.

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James Monroe Iglehart joins the cast of “Hamilton” in mid-April taking the role of Marquis de Lafayette / Thomas Jefferson. Iglehart recently ended his run as the Genie in “Aladdin,” for which he won both the Tony Award and the Drama Desk Award for Best Featured Actor in a Musical. He also discusses upcoming projects including the film “Three Christs” and Disney’s animated TV series “Tangled: Before Ever After.” Interview at 692 Broadway in NYC for BUILD Series.

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Hello, I would like for you…no. I /want/ you to take time to look at my boyfriend.

He is literally the most gorgeous being to ever been created. Now don’t be mistaken, it’s not a beautiful sculpture that you are looking at. No, he’s real. I need everyone to appreciate Yurio and how absolutely amazing he is.

Yurio is so determined, so dedicated and goes beyond the limits of his own body.

I feel honored that I even got to see a glimpse of his sheer beauty with his hair tied in a ponytail and getting the time to fully admire his features. What beautiful eyes. He’s truly a work of art.

So please, take time to appreciate and acknowledge this magnificent boy.

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Today I am assigned a new patient. I’m never given much information. A name, an address, a DOB. I’m never told what they are dying of. It’s usually some type of cancer.

The facility is in a rough part of town. A row of section eight housing and a lot of old abandoned boarded up apartment buildings. A few squatters scattered around. An old man with a rusty Toyota pickup full of scrap metal stands on a cinderblock poking around in a dumpster with a stick. One apartment has a courtyard where three young black men wait outside the gate on the corner. A kid rides up on a bicycle with a backpack and hands it to one of them. One man brings it the courtyard. I don’t stare so I don’t see which door he goes in. One of the other guys is rubbing the kid’s head and playing with him. They’re both laughing.

I pull into a driveway in front of a vacant double lot. A tall palm tree preaches to a choir of tall grass. The rehab center is across the street. Two one-story buildings connected in the middle by a screened-in porch. A big white metal fence all around the building is locked up tight. I push the doorbell and stand in the blazing sun. After a few minutes I push the button again. A small bead of sweat slowly runs down the center of my back.

An older black man sticks his head out a side door. He waves me over, eyeing my badge. He just happened to be leaving. I thank him and duck inside the door.

It’s dark inside and smells like urine and liniment. While my eyes adjust the hallway glows ghost like, painted industrial pink. Down the hall past several doors is a blaring TV room where several old people are rotting away on chairs and couches. The TV is a big piece of furniture that looks about 40 years old. The picture is all blown out orange white. A glowing Jerry Springer is smiling, head cocked, while a woman screams at a jeering audience. 

I make my way across the room and an old woman by the door holds out her hand to me, smiling. I take her hand and she tries to bite me. I chuckle, “You almost got me.” She snaps her teeth at me, still smiling. “I know who you are,” she sings in a southern lilt. I hold up my hands and she points her fingers at me like six-guns and shoots me several times. The TV audience is roaring with laughter as I play along, writhing in agony while I make my way to the office. Oops! It’s just a tiny bathroom with an old woman on the toilet, shaking her head at the floor. I eventually find the office in the other building across the porch, side stepping several snoozing old falling apart people in the process.

The Haitian nurse directs me to my patients room at the end of the hall. I peek in and see him fully dressed, curled up in the fetal position on a little twin bed. He sits up then stands to shake my hand. He looks like any 65 year old white man. I tell him I’m his friend and I’ll be stopping by on Wednesdays to visit. He nods and sits back down on his bed. I sit down on the twin bed opposite. On the wall around his bed are several dozen pictures from a coloring book. We sit for a bit. When I look at him, he’s smiles, embarrassed. He’s a 65 year old little boy dying of cancer. But he doesn’t know that yet. Luckily, I don’t have to be the one to tell him.
We look at his coloring book pictures and a few photographs. I ask him who the people are and he explains. He thinks he’s only 40 and he’s been here for just a month. The nurse said he’s been here for 3 years. Before that he was in another place she worked at for 5 years.

Another man walks in the room and I realize it’s my patient’s roommate. I’m sitting on his bed. We excuse ourselves and go sit in a the empty TV room on his side of the building. I tell him I’m there to hang out and maybe play some games or just go for a walk and talk with him. I ask him if he needs anything. He looks at the floor and thinks for a good while.
“Do you have 50 cents?”
He wants a can of soda.

This reminds me of the book, The Three Christs of Ypsilanti. A researcher took three men who lived in separate mental hospitals who all thought they were Christ and had them live together and interact. Each Christ thought the others were blasphemers. They would argue about who was holier, sometimes to the point of violence. Eventually, they each explained the others away as robots or delusional patients from a mental hospital. The researcher who wrote the book later apologized for playing God.

Anyway, one of the Christs would steal sugar from the kitchen and go around to other patients, doling it out like a holy sacrament of sweetness.
This makes me cry a little inside when I buy the dying old boy a can of soda. We talk about football. Johnny Unitas is his favorite player.

On the way home I am overcome by a peculiar clarity, as I often am when I spend time with the dying. I drive slowly and watch the world zoom around me. Traffic is backed up and, being in no hurry, I decide to turn down a side street. I am confronted by a cop car and flashing lights. A few cops are in the road, kneeling behind their cruisers with assault rifles pointing at a bank. This is probably the fifth or sixth time in my twelve years in Florida that I’ve run into cops with assault weapons drawn. I just shrug and keep moving.

Closer to home I pull into the grocery store. Before I can get out of the car. The Florida sky opens up in buckets. Then thunder and lighting. I sit in my car listening to sports talk radio watching the palm trees bend and sway about, their fronds thrashing. I imagine the cops and robbers and the black guys on the corner, the lonely old dying people. I think of us all standing in the rain, like some kind of baptism. We are smiling and laughing, maybe getting ready to sit down and break bread together.

I was watching this anime and I guess the website automatically goes to the next episode or to another anime and my father sat down in front of my phone because he was getting his computer (I was in the kitchen) and he saw an almost naked anime girl (right when i came back) on my screen and my dad was like:

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Request for where babydanvers is raining with Alex and she dislocates her knee, and Alex goes into protective sister mode (currently nursing a knee injury :( )

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“Fuck,” you hissed and did your best to bend your right leg.  Sharp pains shot the entire way up to your hip and you flopped back again onto the rain-soaked ground.  “My knee popped out again.”

“Okay, it’s okay.” 

You clenched your eyes shut as Alex knelt down beside you and put a gentle hand on the injured limb.

“Oh my God, no it’s not,” you groaned.  The pain was so severe that it made your stomach twist and stars flash across the inside of your eyelids.  “I think I’m gonna puke.”

“No, no, none of that,” she replied and guided you into a sitting position.  “You’re alright.  I’m going to count down from three and then pop it back, okay?”

No!”

Y/N, it’s just going to hurt more the longer it’s out,” Alex reminded you.  “It’ll be over before you know it.  Three…”

Pop!

“Jesus Christ,” you gasped out and collapsed backward again.  “What the fuck happened to two and one?  Oh my God.”

“Usually I’d chastise you for the language but I’m going to let that one slide.”