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awuawuauwuaw do you think he buys them coffee?

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Months in space had taught Lance one crucial thing: if needed, Coran would definitely listen.

Allura was fantastic, yes, but Lance had the unpleasant feeling that she preferred to be with him as little as possible, and now that Lotor was here, she certainly wasn't going to give her time to him.

Coran, however, Coran was always willing to listen. Lance liked to think that the old Altean had taken a liking to him, but that would be lying to himself: the truth was that Coran was like that, he helped them all, like a strange space uncle who felt guilty seeing children fight a ten thousand year old war.

"Hey, Coran..."

"Lance, my boy! Here, take this," he told him, shoving some kind of crystal into his arms. "I need to clean some things. Your help will be essential."

"Uhmm yes, of course...but first..."

"The prince said he expected something different from the castle!" the councilor complained, and at least it was nice to see that someone else hadn't immediately joined the Lotor fan club. "I will show him the magnificence of the past! This castle was built by my great-great..."

It sounded like an interesting story, but Lance hadn't exactly come here to hear the whole story of Coran's family. So he had to interrupt, "Coran, if one of us suddenly started coughing up petals, what would you say?"

The man froze, as if someone had thrown a bucket of freezing water on him. He was deathly pale as he said, "Who? Please tell me!"

"Coran..."

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Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

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A thing I find really important about the way Kevin Can Fuck Himself goes about its job: Allison is kind of a mess. She’s self-centered, she doesn’t put other people’s needs first, she makes reckless choices that endanger herself and others. And the show says: yes. Right. She’s flawed as fuck. And she still does not deserve any of what’s happening to her. It could be argued that she is, in fact, this flawed as a direct product of her trauma. Her self-absorption, unlike Kevin’s, is actually self-preservation. It puts Patty in danger. It tunes out Diane’s pain. It capitalizes on Sam’s relationship problems. And still, the show says: yes. Right. She’s going about this in fumbling, worrying ways. And she still does not deserve any of what’s happening to her.

Know how we know this? How we really know this, outside of our own objectivity, our own awareness of the abuse she’s enduring even to the soundtrack of laughter?

Because Tammy is the one to find her. Because Tammy is the one holding the cards at the end of the game. Tammy, who does not like Allison. Who sees so clearly the complicated, messy, dangerous person Allison can be. The mistakes she is prone to making in the name of desperation. How imperfect she is at every level. And Tammy, who is the character most explicitly set to call Allison on all of her shit, to drag her before a court of law, to lean on that hot-button of whether or not she’s a “good person” until it breaks—lets her go. Folds the cards up, puts them in her pocket, and leaves.

Because Tammy, like the show, like the thesis statement of abuse is never earned, never deserved, never warranted, understands. This is a world that so often sanitizes women after it’s too late to save them. A world that insists she should have done more to get out. A world that insists you should be kind and moral and perfect, or maybe you got what was coming to you. This is a world that sees fighting back as an equally heinous crime. As punishable, if not more so, than the actions of the instigator.

But this show doesn’t want to play that game. This show doesn’t want to fuck with it at all. Allison doesn’t have to be perfect and moral and above reproach. Allison has blood on her hands, and a DUI neatly ignored, and knowingly has an affair with her married boss. Allison hurts her friends sometimes, and she makes awful decisions out of desperation, and she doesn’t always pay attention to other people’s plotlines. And the show says: yes. Right. She’s making choices you probably should not agree with.

And she still does not deserve any of what is happening to her.

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Been watching Kevin Can Fuck Himself on Netflix this week. It's a fascinating show, and easy to digest as background noise while working.

Kevin Can Fuck Himself is a serious drama sendup of the classic sitcom dynamic. It's two different shows mashed into one another.

The show's front is your typical Manchild Husband sitcom about a man named Kevin McRoberts. Every episode, he has a new wacky shenanigan to drag his wife and neighbors into, which usually blows up in his face spectacularly.

But Kevin is not the show's main character. Whenever he's onscreen, the show is lit and shot in sitcom fashion, with laugh track and applause and musical cues and all that jazz. The universe revolves around him and responds as sitcoms do to his every whim.

But this show is actually about his wife Allison. And whenever she's away from Kevin, the show changes genres to a serious drama piece. It's a show about the emotional and financial abuse of being tied down to the role of the Manchild Husband's "Nagging Wife", and more broadly the effects that his Comedic Sociopathy have on the put-upon supporting cast around him as well.

It's the story of a woman's quest to finally escape from the cage that her marriage to an impulsive, inconsiderate, and entirely self-centered piece of shit has trapped her in.

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“Binghe.”

“Mhm?”

“They're staring at me, aren't they?” Shen Qingqiu asked, leaning towards him and exposing another generous portion of chest, revealing a nipple. 

Binghe swallowed, trying to control himself. He had to remember that he had been raised by humans and not demons, and that he, unlike others, still had a minimal idea of ​​what modesty was.

But holy gods, it was difficult. 

Shen Qingqiu was gorgeous, wearing the typical clothes of southern demons, which left his chest exposed, revealing the muscles usually left behind, and sleeveless, showing toned and shapely arms, white as snow. 

It was both a blessing and a curse to see his husband dressed like this, and all because those clothes were a gift from the clan head's wife, and it would be rude not to show appreciation for the gift. And Shen Qingqiu was a diplomat too good not to know what would happen if he didn't wear Lady Meng's gift during the talks to agree on the new borders. 

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me as a writer

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Can’t believe Jane Austen wrote Pride and Prejudice in the 2000s

And in 2015 Emily Brontë released literary clsssic Wuthering Heights

Thank God someone paved the way for them…

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Could baby White-Haired!Izuku see his ghost uncle?

tfw your kid starts talking about his uncle who's been dead for two centuries

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“…Jaybird? Hey, Jaybird?”

That's right, he'd forgotten he'd called the third semi-responsible adult in his life. 

He ran his hand through his hair as his gaze wandered around the skate park in search of a familiar mop of black hair. 

“Dick, I'm going to die.”

“What?!” his brother's voice came to him in alarm, and Jason swore he heard a metallic sound in the background of something falling.

“Jaybird, who took you? Were you able to free yourself? Do you know where you are? I'm calling Bruce..."

"No!" he interrupted, with a hint of panic. "I am fine! “

“You said you were going to die!”

“Yes, because I lost Tim!”

He wanted to slap himself. Here's Robin, Batman's partner, scourge of criminals, being distracted for five seconds and losing his younger brother at the skate park. How pathetic was that?

Ok, Tim was small, damn stealthy and slipped away like a fish on the run. And he was also all too used to doing things alone.

He had seen a better track, it was fine to go there, and no he didn't have to tell his brother, he was doing well on his own anyway!

He knew from experience how capable the brat was - the pepper spray from their first meeting still stung - but he also knew that Tim was a magnet for trouble like everyone in this damn family.

“How did you lose an entire nine year old boy?!” Dick asked, somewhere between panic and bewilderment. 

“Hey, give me a break. He's a dwarf! I got distracted and poof. Disappeared.”

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"We need to talk."

Four words. It was amazing how just four simple words could send Batman into a spiral of anxiety.

Especially since it was Superman who pronounced them.

Batman maintained his composure, while out of the corner of his eye he looked for possible escape routes.

It's just us, Batman. You can't escape."

He grimaced, "I'm not running away."

"I may have been mistaken," he told him, his eyes sad but resigned. Because it was Batman's that he was dealing with, it was normal for him to hurt him. It was all he could do. He couldn't deal with someone without hurting them.

 

(Two emotionally repressed men try to talk about their feelings. What happens will surprise you.)

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Like Achilles

I see your "dead character haunting the narrative" and I raise "not-born yet character haunting the narrative"

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Also, the spirits learns to like him.

Sure, Johnny is a foreigner and kept them from their rightful owner, but he's the only one who ever treated Sento with care and truly ever loved the sword for its history.

So the spirits see him as an excellent candidate to join the clan, and bombard Kenshi with requests to marry the man or find him someone so he can become part of the family

I love that Johnny is somewhat, or probably entirely, educated on Sento's history and origins

History buff Johnny Cage🗣🗣🗣🗣

But anyways, I love the headcanon that Johnny takes very good care of Sento after he bought them- Bro set up the mantle in the middle of his living area I mean come on

Sure it could've been because he wanted to show it off- But also display it in its rightful beauty because Sento is a history possession, he knows how much it's been through and what it's been a part of and because of that he took very good care of it

He definitely values a lot of the shit he buys because again, history buff. He doesn't buy them to show off how much money he has and what he can buy, but he buys and values them because of the history of it. What he understood from his research and wanted to value it as his own

Anyways back to Sento, because of how Johnny took care of them and researched, they actually trust Johnny enough to be somewhat of a handler or caretaker

Don't get the sword wrong, the spirits in Sento did not like the fact that Johnny kept them away from Kenshi when it really should've been passed down onto him since he was a part of the Taira clan and it had been a long fuckin time since the sword had been in any of the clan's hands

But they turned out pleased with how they are given to Kenshi, and makes the reason more meaningful after the events of storymode

That being said, while Johnny isn't the best swordsman, Sento is willing to be a trustworthy and reliable weapon when Johnny needs it

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The Kids: saving the world, kicking ass, taking names, slowly growing as a found family

Meanwhile, The Grannies in the background and volume extras:

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@goodlucktai requested a “Like a Prayer” edit 🫶

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The first time it happened, Lotor had just joined them, and Keith had left.

Lance wanted to do his best to replace the red paladin, and among his duties was to act as Shiro's right-hand man.

And the right-hand man's duties were to advise the leader, and Lance was convinced that having Lotor on board was a bad idea.

Too bad for him that Shiro didn't want a right-hand man. He wanted a punching bag.

 

(Where the clone's threats against Lance were much more physical and the paladin must learn to deal with the consequences.)