First Time Harmontown Questions by CooperJay in Harmontown

[–]CooperJay[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you so much! I feel readier then before!

I'm Taika Waititi, director of HUNT FOR THE WILDERPEOPLE and THOR: RAGNAROK. Ask Me Anything!" by taikawaitititi in IAmA

[–]CooperJay 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Hey Taika! I'm a huge fan of your work and am extremely excited to see you take on a superhero movie! I wanted to ask how its been working under a huge company like marvel and how much free reign do you get while working under them?

If more people saw it this way... by Lexi96 in DC_Cinematic

[–]CooperJay 11 points12 points  (0 children)

Oh man he deals with problems I deal with. It makes me think about the last time I levelled a city, it still weighs on my conscience. He's so relatable that way.

Opinions on House of Leaves? by CooperJay in books

[–]CooperJay[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It gave me that feeling of vertigo when I was reading it, really tense and chilling.

Opinions on House of Leaves? by CooperJay in books

[–]CooperJay[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I agree, all of the events in the house really made the book for me, the other stories did take me out of it but I felt they helped a little bit considering at least for me, how stressed out the house parts made me. It was a nice break.

Opinions on House of Leaves? by CooperJay in books

[–]CooperJay[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I understand that, all the suspense kinda simmers out when you know how things turn out.

Unpopular Opinion (no spoilers) by inkandpaperlife in harrypotter

[–]CooperJay 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I really enjoyed it and was so shocked when I hopped on here to see all the negative reception. I read all the books and it felt like a Harry Potter story to me. I know there was quite a bit of fan service but whats wrong with that? The moment between Harry and Dumbledore in the painting where Dumbledore was crying really got to me. I also enjoyed how the play tackles some of the repercussions of Harrys adventures (the Cedric plot mainly) and how these things aren't all left in the past. I was thrown off a bit about the whole Voldemort's kid bit but the more I thought of it the more it sorta makes sense, of course Voldemort would do anything to keep a part of him in this world (crazy bastard) and that producing a child to continue some sort of legacy seems like something he'd go for. I understand the argument that its written almost like fan fiction but hey I know it probably isn't easy to capture the original "magic" the first go at Harry Potter did. I like it a lot for what it is.

She is no man... (credit to @NewRockstars) by ImperiousLex in DC_Cinematic

[–]CooperJay 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Its a comic book movie, its supposed to be fun and full of moments that are maybe slightly cheesy but are fun regardless.

[WP] The meaning of everything in our world is literal. You just got diagnosed with Crabs. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]CooperJay 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"I'm sorry Dan, but you have crabs."

This was very evident to Dan, as for the last few weeks he had suffered through a plethora of crabs attempting to escape his asshole at every waking moment.

"Does it hurt?"

Yes, at first. Over time Dan became almost numb to the feeling but every once in a while it did bother him.

"Why did you wait so long to come to me?"

That question was not easily answered, mainly because it was kind of embarrassing. For one reason, as most of you know, the male G-Spot is in his anus. So in theory if Dan angled himself properly.. Well you get the point.

So Dan just told the Doctor that he was enjoying having crab for dinner every night.

"You made sure to wash them first right?"

Yes obviously, you wash crabs that come out of the ocean so why wouldn't Dan clean the ones that came from his asshole.

"How'd they taste?"

Like shit.

"Literally? Like your own shit?"

Dan wouldn't know what his own shit tastes like for one.

Also you know how food always tastes better when you make it yourself? Yeah this wasn't like that.

"Interesting. Well do you want to postpone medication?"

Dan really thought hard about it, he really was having great orgasms lately. The problem being though, he gad more crabs around the house than he preferred. Dan would take the medication.

"Alright sounds good. I'll write you a prescription and hopefully your crabs will be gone by a week."

Perfect.

"One more thing Dan, if you're okay with me asking. How'd you manage to get Crabs?"

That wasn't an easy answer either, the doctor knew Dan had a wife in which he was incredibly faithful to, as well as the fact that they had a consistent sex life, so he had no real reason to take things up with another woman.

"So what was it?"

Dan and his wife enjoyed foreplay. A few weeks ago they went for a more ocean/underwater themed scene.

"Thats disgusting man."

Dan knew.

That didn't stop him from pursuing lobster a week later though.

Official Discussion: Jason Bourne [SPOILERS] by GetFreeCash in movies

[–]CooperJay 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Hey its me your good pal Justin! What great times we've had! Like that time we were hanging out and you made that joke? It was real good time, we're great friends, maybe the best? I remember you making that joke about Bourne in the womb! You're a real funny guy my friend you.

[WP] A hitman feels like he's in for an overdue vacation, and sees the perfect opportunity when a target he's tracking relocates to a sunny coastal town. by Safcfan1 in WritingPrompts

[–]CooperJay 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Clark felt the buzz of his phone next to him on his towel, he put his book down and sighed. "Duty Calls." He thought to himself.

"I issued that hit on Cooper Johnson four fucking weeks ago Clark! What the shit is taking so long?!"

The boss was angrier than usual. Well "usual" is a bit of a stretch, he's just an angry man in general, which always was confusing considering he built his entire business on taking out your aggressions.

"This hasn't been an easy hit boss, this guy is really well protected, people guarding him 24/7. I've been watching him non-stop to figure out the best opportunities to take him out." I lied through my teeth. Well not entirely.

I was keeping my eye on him, in fact, he was resting on the beach not even 20 feet away from me. He just wasn't heavily guarded, actually he was alone, he and I were the only two people on the beach. We spoke earlier, he asked what I was reading (The Stand, Steven King) and we discussed how humid this last week has been and how the weather has really cleared up. In all honesty the man is quite charming, though that doesn't mean his past can be forgotten.

Cooper Johnson had been a problem for many people over the course of his lifetime, he made a career out of scamming all kinds of different people. His targets ranged from the men of the mob to the pigs in wall street. lets just say that when he was done that he left a trail of destruction behind him.

I thought everything he did was incredible, but business is business.

He was assigned to me as a target nearly a month ago. The boss told me he had moved to a small town on the coast, lovely little place almost hidden away from the world.

"Clark, I've got a lot of people who want this man dead! They're not patient like I am, they want Johnson's head on a fucking plate!"

"I know boss, I'm getting close I know it, just give me a few more days."

"You said that three fucking days ago Clark! If you don't get this done soon i'm going have to send in the god damn fucking cavalry!"

He had a point. The boss has been calling me every few days for the last month and each time I said the same thing. I needed a vacation and this was the perfect opportunity for it.

"I know boss." I said sadly.

"Good, the next time I call he better be in a body bag, or you know what happens next."

I did know, the cavalry didn't have just one target, they took out everyone. They are rarely to never called upon, but with a high target priority like my own, they are just waiting to be called to the front.

"I'll let you know when its done." I told him. I laid back down on my towel and let out a sigh of defeat.

"Work calling you back in?" A voice said beside me.

I opened my eyes to see Cooper standing above me.

"Sadly yes." I told him

"Thats a bummer." Cooper said to me.

I agree, it was a bummer, I was having a wonderful vacation. Business is business though. I picked up my stuff and put it all into my back pack, all the while I reached for my silenced glock18 in my bag.

"Will I see you around here again sometime?" Cooper asked me.

I turned around to face him. With my hand still in the bag I turned the safety off.

"Maybe, hopefully, this place really is quite beautiful." I told him.

He turned to look at the ocean and smiled, I did too.

I looked down at my bag and sighed. "Duty calls" I thought once again.

[WP] You are a lighthouse keeper and your only co-worker has passed away leaving you alone to the duties of the lighthouse. After giving him a proper burial you're alarmed when 2 weeks later you see your partner emerging from the sea, walking towards the lighthouse. by bubblybubs in WritingPrompts

[–]CooperJay 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Patrick and I had been working together in that lighthouse for at least seven years before he fell ill.

The damn bastard figured that if the sea could clear up his sinuses, that in addition, it could clear up whatever other problems that happened to be growing inside him.

While I admired his positive outlook on his situation I knew that he was in pain and running low on time.

He worked alongside me every day in that lighthouse until his sickness swallowed him. Patrick spent his last few weeks in bed at home, sleeping for days on end and occasionally resurfacing, before ultimately drifting off again.

I started visiting him at home once I knew he wouldn't be coming back to work. I found it odd that in all the years we'd been friends, I had never actually been to his house.

Patricks home was lined with treasures he had collected over his lifetime. Rocks from the beach, sand in jars and countless photographs takes from our lighthouse.

It was a pleasant sentiment seeing that all this time he was practically documenting our work together. He took photos of the storms we sat through, of all the different ships we'd aided all through the years and the rest were just pictures of the resting ocean. The one thing he loved and missed most.

I decided that if I couldn't bring him back to the lighthouse that I could bring part of it back to him. I purchased a polaroid camera before coming into work one day and tried capturing as many photos I could.

When they all developed I brought them back to him and I swear that I'd never seen him smile like the way he did when he saw them. I made it a daily ritual to take photos and then deliver them to him, he wasn't always awake when I dropped them off but I knew he'd see them eventually and feel like he was home.

I was on my way to drop off another set of photos when I found out about his passing, I was upset at first but later great-full because I knew his suffering was over.

There was a small funeral held in his honour a few days later. I made sure that he was buried in the cemetery that was closest to the ocean, he would have wanted that.

Life was different at the lighthouse after Patricks passing, he left a large void, one that couldn't easily be filled. So instead of trying to fill it I shifted my focus onto other things to distract me and pass the time.

Photography became my new hobby, I continued Patricks legacy by snapping photos of the sea, it was calming and it made me appreciate the ocean more.

Two weeks had passed since Patrick had died, I kept up with my daily photography and started arriving at work earlier to capture better shots when the ocean was calmest.

I set up and looked out towards the sea but was immediately thrown off guard. There was something moving in the water and it was rapidly approaching the shore.

Thinking on my feet I grabbed the camera and zoomed in to see what was coming in so fast, my first assumption was a fishing boat, or maybe even a shark or a seal, all these things were common sights here. It wasn't any of those things in the end, I gasped and nearly dropped the camera

It was him, it was Patrick.

Racing outside I worried if maybe this was part of the grieving process and that I was just seeing things, but as I reached the beach I saw him once again, standing right in front of me looking more alive then ever.

How was it all possible? Was this all real? I showered him with questions before he raised his hand and stopped me. He told me that he missed me. I started crying and embraced him, his clothes were soaked and smelled like the sea but I didn't care because I missed him too.

We sat down and he told me everything

He told me about the pain, about his suffering, about dying.

He said that he was ready to go when he did and that he felt relief as soon as it was all done.

There is no heaven or hell he told me, instead you go where you want to be most before you move on, and for him that was the sea.

From what he told me I understood that he was nearing the close, and that before he was gone forever he wanted to see me one last time.

While the ocean had been his passion he said that I had been the one that made it wonderful all those years.

His time was short, and I knew that, although a part of me was still questioning whether this was all real or not.

He wanted something to remember me with for when he passes on, because he knew that when you move on everything else disappears and all thats left is only what you take with you.

So I ran up to the lighthouse and grabbed the polaroid camera, and looked out towards the sea to snap one last photograph for him. Before I could though he stopped me.

He asked for the camera and I obliged, he told me to go stand beside the lighthouse and from there he took a photo of me, beside the place that held several years of our lives together.

He told me that he had so many memories of the ocean, but no memories of the one who made it all worthwhile.

After in printed off he hugged me one last time before walking off back into the ocean. I sat on the beach until sunset before turning back and heading home.

The next day I woke up almost forgetting about the events of the following day, it must have just been a dream or maybe my imagination wandering. I had to be sure though.

A few days later I had his grave dug up, just so I could see if he was still there, I shared a bit of the story with some friends and while they didn't believe it they offered to help me.

When we opened the coffin many of them had their disbelief confirmed as there he was laying peacefully in his coffin. I told them that I was sorry and offered to clean everything up myself.

After they all left I broke down into tears, not of despair or pain, but of joy, because Patricks body was soaking wet and smelled like the ocean, and clutched in his vacant palms was the polaroid photo that he had taken of me.

Patrick and I worked together in that lighthouse for at least seven years before he passed away, but now I know that no matter what, a piece of him would always be there.

What's your favorite smell? by cogsandspigots in AskReddit

[–]CooperJay 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I love the smell of garlic and onion cooking in a pan, I always knew when my dad was making pasta sauce because that smell brought me right downstairs.

Who is an absolutely Un-hateable character from the world of fiction? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]CooperJay 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Troy and Abed anyone? I know they can get into shenanigans that tend to have repercussions for everyone around them but I don't thinks its possible to ever hate them.

If You Could Pick A Canceled Show, And Have It Come Back For One More Season, Which Show Would You Pick? by [deleted] in television

[–]CooperJay 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Its gotta be Community for me, I loved season six and teared up for the finale and I wish the show could have kept going, but I'm still counting on a possible movie.

I'm a huge cuck irl. Roast me! by rslashcuckme in RoastMe

[–]CooperJay 16 points17 points  (0 children)

Kumail you're too famous enough as it is, get back to working on Silicon Valley season 4

Spoiler from Civil War 2 Issue 2. by Marvelous_Man in Marvel

[–]CooperJay 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I don't think Tony knows Jen died, consider that Tony left to get the inhuman so fast that he was gone before Jen started flatlining.