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Today is Pride Sunday in San Francisco (and New York, and other places that didn't have their pride celebrations a different weekend entirely), and I'm actually in town for it this year! My parents are down there already, lining up with the PFLAG contingent, getting ready to march. I'm meeting up with miss_begonia later, to watch. I need to remember to get out my sunblock. And paint my toenails! :D

Compliments of Buzzfeed's picture post of NYC Pride in the 1970s, I give you two photos from the first Pride Parade:





and then because this makes my heart feel like flying, and Firefly/Serenity is all about being proud of who you are (and because I know some of you will want to see this):



And now I need to go get ready!

I can't stop thinking about Robert Downey Jr. lately, and the last couple days that has meant remembering the first time I saw Less than Zero. I remember being fifteen and filled with conviction that I was all grown up. I remember that one of the boys I went to school with was self-destructive (in a much more fifteen-year-old way than RDJ's character) and kind of looked like a young RDJ and I couldn't stop thinking that someday the same could happen to him. I remember that I cried so much that my friends threatened to leave me at the theater when whoever's mom was driving came to pick us up. It was one of those movies I couldn't get out of my head for years. It all seemed so TOTALLY profound.

Then, of course, RDJ himself kind of went down that same route. And I went right back to that place, and was all emo about it in that way that one (or maybe just me?) can get, when the origin of the feelings happened when you were fifteen.

Then, a few years ago now (and by few, I could actually mean something like six or seven) I watched the movie again. And spent a lot of the movie wondering how the hell I'd ever had such a crush on Jami Gertz. (though, to be fair, that crush arose from Lost Boys, not Less than Zero) And some more time wondering how I found the movie profound. But I was still incredibly impressed with RDJ's performance.

Point being, I kind of want to watch the movie again again. Even though I didn't think it held up all that well the second time I watched it. Sadly, I can't watch instantly on Netflix. Maybe I should rent Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang again instead.

Or maybe I should just go back to staring at ( this picture )

Mom got a movie from Netflix today, one she has absolutely zero recollection of putting in her queue, but we watched it tonight, and we are all glad she did. Away We Go. Amazing. I have often read a fic or a novel that I love in such a way that I wish I'd written it, but not so often with a movie. I SO wish I'd written this movie. To an almost heartbreaking degree. It actually was written by Dave Eggers (who wrote Where the Wild Things Are) and Vendela Vida, to whom he is married. Seriously. Someday I want to write something like that. *sigh*

While on the subject of things that are awesome, thanks to memphis86, I share with you, this:


which is made of amazing.

and also? I really want a whole lot of Sam/Dean fic based on this picture:

which I got from this website (very NSFW) thanks to nilchance.

I found a picture that was so perfect for one of my Merry Month fics that I had to make an icon out of it.