Will You Stay?

WE’RE THE MILLERS (2013) dir. Rawson Marshall Thurber

Ron Mueck, “In Bed” 2005. This hyperrealist sculptor creates massive pieces that are so real they’re difficult to disbelieve. I saw one in person a year ago at the Manchester museum of art and was amazed.

I loved you, I did;

But I'm yet to see if it was my mistake and sin

Taxes. EVERY rich person hoarding money in banks and as assets is not paying tax properly. That kind of ideal sudden is fucking hypocritical. Secondly the taxes go to govt. who uses it for public but remember, not every govt focuses on individual survivals in their nation. They work on plans that will yield back too be it politically or in terms of capital simply. People in power have their own agendas. Simply speaking taxes, investment banks etc. will not help those with survival battles. I am not saying that people with money should just give away everything, nor am i being judgemental about it. What i mean to say is that, those who sit at the top and earn a huge chunk every minute of the day by average even when they are sitting in the comfort of their homes or offices because those under them are still working to earn the next pay, need to realise they are exploiting way more than they deserve because they have a leg up.

If you have billions of dollars it shouldn’t be a crime to steal from you. You’ve got enough money that your security should be your own responsibility and anyone who manages to swipe from your hoard deserves applause for besting a supervillain

nov 06, '22: exam season again. making a list of all the topics i need to study. it's stressful tbh, but i hope to do better//

Overly Honest Methods in science.

@academia-lucifer

physics girlies unite

[Moon knight, you better have a season 2!!!]

The crocodile lady is finally Outta her coffin, in technical terms- Goddess Ammit was finally released from her usabti (what happened then shall wait).

Layla politely saying fuck off to khonshu and his tricks. The loveliness of the moment- "the manipulative twat gets told off".

I don't have words for this scene. Marc was finally having his moment, his confession. He manifested the quiet he always wanted but he threw it away without a care just to save Steven, just to have him back.

This was one of the funniest parts in the episode. "Manipulative twat gets told off again"- he literally grumbled at having to deal with Steven! And then they do their little name-game. 'Siply old bird' and 'little worm', of course it's sarcasm from both sides but fuck that- pet names are pet names.

May calamawy!!!!! Mama ate it!!! The way she switched between Taweret and herself- bent in pain) oh man!! She's BRILLIANT bloody hell!

And the costume!! Fire!! Taweret and Layla gonna end up besties!

That little smirk Layla gave to Marc like - "I'm saving your ass again, by the way in a costume this time" and the "oh, baby" Marc said and hugged her. Holy shit, therapy really did wonders on my boy, finally talking without restraints. Notice how the first thing Marc does is check up on her and then Steven out like "holy shit babe, what IS THAT?!" . Because of course Steven knows Layla can kick ass.

Steven fought!!! And the little dust off. Boy, his confidence literally had me out of my seat the whole time.

"Are you an Egyptian superhero?"

"Yes"

Hoy shit! The world finally has an Egyptian superhero, go Layla go. The pride in her voice though🔪

Not the knife 🤍

The Spanish killer's back in the league. And this time Jake's literally there. And is that khonshu in a fucking suit? They literally are like "jakey got a cabbie so we go take a trip to loony bin, let me wear my panty....no pants, yes pants."

By the way, Jake has a fucking temper and his first response to almost any stimuli has been to kill and escape so far..maybe he's doing this to protect Marc and Steven from khonshu and his horrors?

I will write; he wrote the prelude.

She wrote events,

they moulded together a piece of gold.

As they would say,"You're the light!"

But not for love, all to bite;

"You decide you shine or not, for sake of the name that guarded yours!"

I wailed in urgency to burn the shackles—"No name guards mine if they longed to shine not shower–the suspended love in the air."

I will write my epilouge.......