THEY ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT THIS
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Sounds like a pilot shot by a filmmaker with confidence who wanted to force executives to use her intended shots rather then shoot for coverage for executives who think “more shots” means “better filmmaking”. This report reeks of a studio trying to blame the woman filmmaker for their indecision.
now where i am from when someone in your office has an accuracy rate of 57.2 percent in editing spreadsheets we call them "fired"
Lego island screenshot of grandpa holding two pizzas
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back.
You take the veggie pizza - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
You take the supreme pizza - you stay on Lego Island and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
The Sims Was a Safe Haven For Millions. Now It Belongs to People Who Hate Them. - Slate
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Wild that EA managed to find a buyer who cares about video game workers even less than EA.
A snippet of text from Basics of Spellcraft (Ember Academy for Young Witches: Book One) on a purple background reading: I hugged my arms tight around my chest, a chill running through me as my ears pricked up, as if waiting for something. I was being ridiculous, I told myself. But then I looked over to Auntie Jess and Nightingale. Both of them were standing straight, their eyes scanning the environment. Before I could figure out exactly what that meant, my legs froze, refusing to move. What the hell? I tugged, thinking my shoe must be caught. But no. My legs were stuck, my muscles ignoring me. I tried to force myself forward, straining with everything I had against whatever force held me there. But it was futile. I tried to look down, to find the issue, but my head wouldn’t budge either. Every inch of my body was frozen. Trapped. Including my mouth, a plea for help unable to leave my throat. The strangled cry I’d made was matched by two more to the side of me as I realised that neither of my parents were moving, either, though it was tough to make them out from the corner of my eye. All three of us were frozen stiff, held hostage by some invisible force. “Shit,” Auntie Jess said, still moving. “Nightingale, watch my back. I’ll try to break the curse.” Nightingale nodded, her arms coming up to a defensive position as Auntie Jess reached down to her boot, pulling out a stick of wood. How the hell did she think a stick would help? But then she started to mutter something and the end of the stick glowed blue as the wind whipped up around us. Before stopping dead. “Mum!” Nightingale cried, just as several figures appeared around us. They were cloaked in shadow, but I could just make out paper white skin and glowing red eyes. Something primal inside of me reacted to the sight, screaming with warning. Get out. Danger.
A snippet of text from Basics of Spellcraft (Ember Academy for Young Witches: Book One) on a purple background reading: But no matter how I struggled, my legs refused to move. And with every spike of fear, I swore that the crimson eyes glowed brighter. “Shit,” Auntie Jess muttered again before raising the stick to the sky and yelling something I didn’t catch. A purple light shot from the end before exploding in the sky above. The figure with glowing eyes closest to her smirked. “Call for help all you like, it’s too late now.” More strained noises came from next to me, more frantic this time. I struggled to look, just barely able to see my mum from the corner of my eye. My vision swam, but when it came into focus, my blood ran cold. I hadn’t seen much, but the glint of the blade at my mum’s throat was enough. Nightingale glared at the man who held her. “Let her go.” My cousin moved faster than I could see. But not fast enough. “Stop,” the attacker growled. I strained to see once more, but all I saw this time was red. Blood. Nightingale stopped dead in her tracks, and all I had to judge the extent of my mum’s injury was her reaction. But I couldn’t parse her wide-eyed stare and my stomach twisted with the thought of how bad it might be, my breath refusing to come in anything but short, sharp spurts. He’d had the knife at her throat, if he’d cut her… I struggled against whatever was holding me, but it was no use. I remained frozen. “Come any closer, and I will kill her. Then him.” My stomach lurched. She wasn’t dead. Not yet. But that didn’t do anything to calm my racing heart. Nightingale didn’t move. “Now,” the first figure said, “hand over the little Witch, and we’ll let the Humans live.”
A snippet of text from Basics of Spellcraft (Ember Academy for Young Witches: Book One) on a purple background reading: It took me a moment too long to realise who the ‘little Witch’ he was referring to was. But he was looking right at me. Nightingale immediately moved to my side as my auntie pointed her glowing stick at him. “Never,” she growled. “You cannot protect her alone.” “You underestimate my friends if you think I’m still alone.” A sword burst through his chest, cutting off any response he might have had. I stared, my mind taking a moment to catch up with the sight before me as he collapsed to the ground, revealing a woman with a long golden ponytail and crimson eyes holding the sword. “You know, it ruins the surprise if you tell them that we’re here,” she said to Auntie Jess. But before my auntie could answer, a voice cried out from next to me. “Caroline! Quick, my healing spell isn’t working.”
In the centre of the image is the book cover for Basics of Spellcraft (Ember Academy for Young Witches: Book One), which features a white, blonde, teenage girl with short hair in a purple school uniform waving a wand that's producing purple light. Off to the side is a Lesfic Bard Award Winner sticker, and underneath is text reading: Book One of the Ember Academy for Young Witches series, available as a free ebook, or in paperback and audio, lcmawson.com/EmberAcademy1
Decided to start sharing snippets of some of my books. You can pick up the full ebook for free at lcmawson.com/emberacademy1
Finishing the latest Behind the Bastards episode to immediately put on the MinnMax let's play of Umamusume: Pretty Derby was too much tonal whiplash, so I decided to finish listening to the An Absolutely Remarkable Thing audiobook between the two... I don't think it helped...
some dumb shit head writing bullshit
Women are lagging behind on going bankrupt on DraftKings, drinking themselves to death, and fist-fighting anyone who looks at them funny on the subway but they can catch up.
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My feelings covering Summer Game Fest, in LA, as the daughter of a Mexican immigrant.
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It's always baffling to me when I stumble across discourse about what's suitable for teens to read because I had a Philip K Dick phase when I was, like, 12, and I grew up to be a perfectly functional, if a little boring, adult, like people really seem to talk about books like they're hard drugs
Hey, I'm livestreaming some writing and there's a poll to decide what game I should play when I'm done: youtube.com/live/KhOrWzY...
Sophie Okonedo and Shohreh Aghdashloo acting in scenes opposite each other has altered my brain chemistry.
I'm truly not the lesbian I was before 😮💨
#TheWheelOfTime #WoTSkies
An awesome list if you're looking for more sapphic books in Kobo Plus! (and, obvs, my books are also there)
If, like me, you're trying to read more LGBTQ+ books this year, I Heart SapphFic has a 99c sale on F/F books that ends today iheartsapphfic.com/2025/02/13/i...
So, I hadn't played Balatro yet, but given how everyone spoke about it, I thought getting it on my phone would be a bad idea. I was wrong, it's great, it is engaging enough to keep me off social media before my adhd meds kick in, but I don't feel so compelled to keep playing that I can't put it down