#I don’t remember anything I say ever so I apologise in advance for any contradicting statements

[tothepointofinsanity]

I have a similar-ish art style to you in the sense that a lot of my art just by the way I stylize certain features makes my it look creepy. This is a huge problem for me because I do genuinely love drawing cute stuff but I can’t because of my art style. I don’t want to completely change my art style because one that would take forever but two drawing things that are scary and creepy help me cope with my agoraphobia and paranoia. I know this is more of a do you have advice than a proper question but what would you suggest I do?

(side note: I ADORE YOUR ART!!!! I especially love your Sayaka work as a massive pmmm fangirl)

Hello, firstly, thank you for taking your time out to write out a long ask. (/ _ ; ) <- Grateful. I’m not a reliable person to ask things about in terms of art given I’m not a professional or good at it, but as usual I will try my best to answer your question here.

I suppose there is a perspective that what constitutes as “cute” differs from everyone, and often I’ve noticed that things that are cute can also be creepy simultaneously depending on context, not just by changing styles alone. Kyubey is an example of this, if you must. It has all the markers of “cute animal design” - round eyes, large bushy tail, cat-like ears, and in the show it behaves like a cat hopping around and perched on the shoulders of the magical girls. Yet it’s not restricted to the interpretation that it’s just cute, since later on there are different things which make it creepy. The context of what the alien creature represents, for one, or the way shots of it are accompanied by a gloomy, industrial background which contrast its bright, supposedly cheerful colour scheme, or how there’s nothing humanly sentimental in it whenever it focuses on Kyubey’s eyes. These transitional details are what balances something that can be deemed both creepy and cute, although not everyone might share this perception.

You don’t have to change your art style, just the way you want to stylise cuteness in your own way. This could mean cutting down “realistic” details for the subject but still keeping the way the background is coloured or textured, for one. Cute things can be achieved also by being simplified. I think Kyubey would look terrifying and not cute at all had they went with a realistic cat design and not an “anime” styled one. One reference I often think about is the way Gekidan Inu Curry captures the dichotomy of Sayaka.

In this example, the highlight is the “size” or composition of the subject. Sayaka on the left is closer to the audience, so we can see her details clearly (how tall she is, how her eyes look, the shadows coloured over her heart). It makes her seem menacing because she’s so close and doing strange things. Yet it has a retain “moe” charm to it because the way it’s coloured and being sketched that it seems…cute. In its own way. Sayaka on the right is sitting further away and enjoying a drink atop a mountain of fluffy Anthony balls. It’s worth noting as well how her eyes in the second picture are more simplified, being drawn on as dots, but the style does not outright lose its creepiness [the weird, dated shading on the umbrella, her hair being textured darker, the background being a fuzzy red].

What you could do is try thinking about how something that is cute would look like in your style. If that makes sense. It is a sort of attitude that affects the approach of your art. Thus it’s strongly encouraged to experiment with what you can draw in your current art style instead of needing to change it. If a rabbit is cute, can you find a way to make it look cute in your style? What is the core appeal of the thing you like? What elements are making current results unsatisfactory by your standards? What do you have to adjust? — Those are questions you’ll venture the answer yourself, and the more you draw, the more your style changes on its own, organically, so don’t worry about it. You may not be able to draw cute things today or tomorrow, and you will likely struggle to get the process of it, but eventually you’ll certainly be able to draw the diverse things you really enjoy without having to sacrifice the personal components of your art’s identity and what it ultimately means to you. With all that said, I’m not sure how realistically useful my suggestion or advice will be, but I will nevertheless be supportive of your endeavours. Good luck!

And thank you! I love drawing Sayaka, so I’m happy people like seeing her just as much. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶!

[annewithagee]

Know Love When You See It (1)

“I can’t do this, Gil. I can’t open this door. What it it’s too late? What if we came all this way only to find it was all for naught, because she... she..." A story in which Gilbert's health remains perfectly fine, but that's not enough to bring Anne peace. Alternate ending to AotI. Shirbert.

fanfiction.net / AO3

Chapter 1 A Love Letter

Rusty purred longingly, trying to get his young Mistress’s attention. Anne smiled gently at the sound and reached out to caress the determined feline and yet, her sight remained fixed on the book she held in her other hand,

It was clear that even Rusty didn’t have enough charm to make her abandon Lord Tennyson’s fine work.

“Really, Anne, I never imagined you’d be one to spoil a cat,” Stella scolded her gently. “You used to barely tolerate these animals, and even then you only approved of the clean, well-mannered ones. And here you are, letting the least mannered cat of all lie on Miss Patty’s lovely sofa and encouraging his stay!”

Anne barely looked up at her.

“We let the Sarah-cat and Thomas sleep on the finest of our cushions, darling,” she protested softly. “It wouldn’t be fair to treat Rusty differently. And his manners have improved immensely since we took him in, don’t you think?”

“Well, there wasn’t much to improve to start with.” Stella grimaced. “He had no manners at all – he could only go up from there.”

“I say the important part is that he decided to improve at all. I know what it’s like to be judged for the improper behaviour when there has been no one to teach you anything about it in the first place. I can only marvel at my own initial indifference and lack of understanding towards this unlucky fellow.”

“Oh, enough of this cat talk!” Phil interrupted impatiently then. “You better tell us about this book you’re reading, Queen Anne. You look as if you’ve been wanting to laugh for the past quarter and I am dying to find out why. I’d love to borrow that volume later, too; I could certainly use a good laugh right now.”

“You could always use a good laugh, Phil, no matter what your mood currently is,” Anne retorted cleverly. “And don’t make it sound as if you had any reasons to feel miserable.”

“Tease all you like, Anne, it won’t change a thing. I may be the one getting married next month, but that certainly doesn’t make me any less nervous, no matter how happy I am. I keep having these awful nightmares about Jo changing his mind and leaving me, or about my family suddenly deciding to oppose to the marriage and consequently ruining everything I have hoped for – right when I finally started to believe that I could pass for a respectable wife, even for a minister.”

“Dearest Phil, you know theses nightmares have nothing to do with your future,” Anne protested gently, suppressing a laugh caused by both Philippa’s words and the sight of Stella, mercilessly rolling her eyes at them. “You know Jonas loves you too much to ever give up on you, and even if your family decided to interfere with your happiness in any way – which I am sure they will not – you would not pay it much mind anyway.”

Phil sighed deeply as she sunk on the closest chair. “You are perfectly right, Queen Anne, as you usually are. You know, sometimes I wish I had your wisdom; but then I realise that Jo might not want me so much if I were and I immediately regret making any silly wishes. Anyway, you have not answered my question about your reading: what is it?”

Anne allowed herself a small chuckle this time.

“Something you would not find very amusing, I’m afraid,” she explained softly, her eyes returning to the pages in question. “I’ve been skimming through Lancelot and Elaine, stopping only when I came across the parts dearest to me.”

“And that’s what made you glow so much?” Stella joined the conversation once more. “Why, Anne, I’ve always known you had a rather queer taste in literature, but I would never assume you’d find such tragic poem comical.”

“It’s not so much the poem itself as the memory it brings. I remember discussing it at school in Avonlea, weeping and sighing over poor Elaine’s fate with my friends. I was the most emotional, of course, but the girls were not far behind me.”

Stella nodded with a little more understanding. “I can see how that’s amusing now, although I’d still expect a smile rather than a laughter as a natural reaction to it.”

“That’s because you haven’t heard the best part yet!” Anne responded with a sly smile and began recounting their unfortunate attempt to enact the aforementioned poem on the bright waters of Barry’s Pond. By the time Anne came to the infamous scene of the leaking boat, all three had been shaking with laughter, tears of joy glimmering in more than one pair of eyes.

“Really, Anne!” Phil exclaimed in what was supposed to be a stern tone but couldn’t be due to the cheerful trembling of her voice. “We have lived here together for nearly three years, have known each other for four and for all this time you have not thought it appropriate to treat us with a story like this! Why, I am sure you would have spared me at least one miserable night if you had.”

“She hath kept the good wine until now,” Stella answered, trying as she might to sound as serious and composed as the paraphrase required, and failing spectacularly. “I am only surprised she didn’t wait for Priss to come back – the poor girl will be devastated when she learns how much fun she has missed.”

“There is no need to worry about that,” Anne hastened to explain. “Priscilla had known the whole story long before we even arrived to Redmond and I can assure you that her reaction was every bit as fierce as yours.”

Stella pressed her hand against her chest and sighed with emphasis. “Oh, now I see! Priss gets to know everything in advance while we have to beg! Now, Anne, I am positively wounded!”

“And you two are getting off topic again!” Phil intervened again, this time throwing her arms high in the air for a better effect. “Truly, how you can focus on such nonsense when the great finale is still ahead of us is beyond me.”

“You were the one who started it!” Anne contradicted her with another short laugh.

“I beg your pardon, but my comment was fully justified and in some ways it still referred directly to the story you had told. But enough of this! How did you get off that bridge, Anne?”

The auburn-haired girl chuckled again, a little nervously this time, as she lowered her eyes and fixed them on the text once more.

“That is the part in which my pride suffers most,” she said quietly, forcing a light, careless tone that suddenly felt so inappropriate. “You see, I didn’t really mind climbing that pole – of course, it was uncomfortable and comical, and very different from the romantic scene I had envisioned; but at least there was no one there to see me. And all I needed to do was to hold onto that pole until Mr Barry came to help me out in my distress. He would laugh, of course, but I couldn’t care much for it – he had been an eye-witness to my antics too many times already. Unfortunately, my rescue came from a different party entirely.”

Anne expected her friends to interrupt her with more witty remarks; however, they made none.

“There was...” she picked up hesitantly. “There was a boy in our class, who went rowing on Barry’s Pond that day. He saw me and came closer, offering to take me to the shore in his flat.”

“How romantic,” Stella mused teasingly at that.

“Oh, hardly!” Anne protested vigorously, as if she had been fourteen again, listening to Diana’s most ridiculous comments. “I have never thought of my classmates in terms of romance, but it wouldn’t have been half so bad – half so humiliating – had it been any other boy than the one that came. Dear me, how I hated him then! I had been angry with him before, but it was nothing compared to what I felt on that moment under the bridge.”

“And is there any chance we might know the poor chivalrous knight?” Phil asked, wriggling her eyebrows meaningfully. “Could it be Charles and his big, bulging eyes?”

Anne’s own big eyes widened in surprise at her friend’s abrupt assumption.

“No, not at all!” she denied firmly. “I have never hated Charlie, although I have never been particularly fond of him, either. In fact, I think I’ve always cared too little for him to hold any such strong feelings towards him.”

“Poor Charlie,” Stella remarked with an absolute lack of sympathy. “But if not him, then who?”

“The same boy I had ignored for the three years prior and continued to do so for another two, both at school and at Queen’s – and whom, I believe, you have got to know quite well during our stay here.”

Stella was close to choking on her astonishment. “You mean...”

“Gilbert Blythe, yes,” Anne admitted with a small smile. “And I truly wished it had been anyone but him back then.”

“Not so fast, my dear,” Phil exclaimed now. “I know you and Gilbert have not always been friends – it’s certainly hard to call you friends now – but you can’t tell me you used to hate him!”

“Oh, but I did! Or at least, I wholeheartedly believed so.”

“The same Gilbert who is always so kind and considerate, no matter how little he likes the company he’s in?”

“No, the one who had pulled my braid and called me ‘Carrots’ on our very first day of school.” Anne countered cleverly, her smile widening at the sight of shock that had reflected on her friend’s faces almost immediately. “Well, I suppose you didn’t expect to hear that about him.”

“And that’s why you weren’t friends for so long?” Stella asked with disbelief.

Anne nodded, regaining some of her temporarily lost composure. “We were sworn enemies at the time – at least I was. Gilbert tried to apologise and make things right, but my eleven year old self wouldn’t hear of it; and then I suppose I kept thinking of him in that way because my rise and sense of dignity demanded it. Not to mention, I’ve always had that bit of a competitive strike, and since Gilbert soon turned out to be the only real rival, beating him in class became another matter of honour to me.”

“And you didn’t make your peace that day by the pond?” Phil asked again.

“No,” Anne responded, with a little bit of melancholy – sentiment – embarrassment ringing in her voice. “It was the last time my pettiness made itself known and consequently robbed us both of two years of friendship. He went furious – as furious as someone of Gilbert’s personality can be, anyway – snapped and walked away. He had been a rival before, but he had never seemed to care much about it… But after that encounter he became just as ruthless as I had been from the start.”

“In that case, I suppose your fiery arguments here at Redmond were not even half as bad as we all thought,” Phil muttered under her breath. “It must have been nothing compared to what you two had done at school.”

Anne smiled more sincerely now. “Oh, you should have seen us then. Poor Miss Stacy barely managed to answer our overly grown hunger for knowledge, not to mention that we must have been a terrible distraction from other students, who undoubtedly needed her attention much more than we did. In the end she would just give us more to read, if only to make us stay quiet for a moment at least.”

It was Phil’s turn to nod. “You two really have a history.”

“That we do,” Anne agreed a little wistfully. She brightened up the next moment, however. “But, as one of my dearest friends often says, enough of this! The story was meant to cheer you up, not to make us go down some cold, hostile memory lane. We still have a whole afternoon ahead of us, and I’m not going to waste it in any way. We only have a few short days before we leave Patty’s Place for good, and I am determined to make the most of it – and you don’t even try to talk yourselves out of it!”

“And what would you have us do, Queen Anne?” Stella asked a little sceptically, for which she received a frown from Phil. Seeing the exchange, Anne could hardly do more than laugh wholeheartedly at them.

“I have no idea, my dearest Kindred Spirits!” she cried out with eagerness that didn’t match her words nor the atmosphere from mere moments earlier and yet, her voice resonated with sincerity that could not have been denied. “We can dance and we can sing, or we can leave the house and set off on a journey, if only it doesn’t take us too far away from this most beloved place. I once said that I had two homes – Green Gables and Patty’s Place – and I can’t tell you how happy I am that my feelings towards that matter have not changed at all. It is reassuring to know that one can truly love more than just one place so much.”

“I suppose it must be so, or no one would ever find happiness after they married – save for the people who stayed in their own houses and those who never loved their homes in the first place,” Stella concluded.

Anne nodded in agreement with her words. “It is very true, but let’s not forget those who must leave their homes for reasons other than marriage. Oh, Phil, please don’t give me that look, even if I have deserved it. I know you are still angry with me for what happened yesterday, but I promise you, it has nothing to do with what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?” Phil asked calmly, refraining from a more blatant comment that was springing to her lips.

“I meant us. Four college girls, thrown into a new life, away from their families, their neighbours, away from the people and places they care for so much. It could have been such miserable four years, full of stress and loneliness, with homesickness threatening to take over us any minute – and instead they were four years of great friendships, and three of them have been spent here. I’m not sure if I could have born to go through the many challenges Redmond had in store, had it not been for the sense of safety this place has given me.”

“Oh, and here I thought it was our unconditional love and support that had pushed you through!” Stella exclaimed, her hand once again flying to her chest in a dramatic gesture. “Now, you have really hurt my feelings, Anne. Excruciatingly!”

Anne laughed wholeheartedly at her friend’s words, basking in the joy this wonderful comradeship could give.

“Tease all you like -” she said with confidence. “you will not succeed in ruining my good spirits. The day is just too lovely for any sort of pettiness; you can say whatever you want and I won’t take offence. I’m in a forgiving mood – I feel you that if the worst of my enemies came to visit me today, I could not hold grudge against them.”

“Poor Gilbert!” Phil cried out then. “If only he had known that day would come, he might have waited for it, instead of trying to make peace with you over some pond only minutes after he had so unnecessarily rescued you!”

Anne did not find the comment worthy of her answer and decided to resort to violence instead. In one swift motion she grabbed the nearest cushion and threw it at Phil, hitting her right in her smiling face; the latter squeaked in shock but caught the missile in perfect reflex and threw it back at her aggressor without hesitation.

That was the setting in which Priscilla found them in.

“I leave you alone for an hour and you turn into children we used to teach!” she exclaimed in the tone of a perplexed matron, as if she had been at least a decade older than her frivolous friends. “Truly, Anne, what would the board of Avonlea school think if they saw what their favourite schoolmarm does when left unsupervised?”

“I have never been their favourite, so how would I know?” Anne answered her question laughingly, catching the cushion that had once again flown in her direction; however, she refrained from tossing it back. Priscilla raised her gaze to the ceiling, most probably asking the Good Lord to give her patience necessary for dealing with the force her companions undoubtedly were.

“They should take away your B. A.s for behaving like this,” she muttered under her breath as she shrugged off her coat and took off her hat. “I’m not surprised to see Anne or Phil act like that, but you, Stella? Why, I believed you to be the sensible one at least.”

“Don’t lump me together with them,” Stella opposed. “These two won’t listen to anyone and certainly not me.”

“They better do listen to me, though, because I have some great news that should interest them. I’ve been to the post office and there was at least half a dozen letters addressed to us.”

“And I bet half of those are for Phil,” Anne commented teasingly, standing up and approaching Priscilla, ready to take some of the many packages the other girl had brought with her. “Let me take these, Priss, as I’m sure none of those letters are for me. After all, I never receive any letters on Monday.”

“How can you be so sure?” Priscilla asked suggestively. “What if I told you that it’s your turn to receive Phil’s usual, ridiculous share?”

Anne shook her head vigorously. “Impossible! The only letters I am waiting for are the ones from Green Gables and those always arrive on Wednesday, and sum up the whole previous week, together with Mrs Lynde’s great commentary on the minister’s latest sermon.”

“Maybe, but it doesn’t change the fact that one of these letters really has you name written on it – and the handwriting does look to me as if it was Mrs Lynde’s, indeed.”

“It can’t be,” Anne repeated; but the treacherous smile was beginning to blossom on her joyful countenance and not a minute passed before she had whipped the envelope from Priscilla’s hand and pressed in to her chest, barely deigning the item with a glance.

“This truly is the most wonderful of days!” she said excitedly. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you bring this! Dear Priss, you really are a herald of good news!”

And with that she ran towards the sofa and sank on it once more, impatient to learn the contents of the letter that had already gladdened her so much.

“My, my, Anne!” Phil remarked with a dry smile and a slight rise of her eyebrows. “Judging from your excitement, one could think it is a love letter you are holding; if I didn’t know any better, I would swear it was Roy Gardner who had written to you again.”

“Oh, but it as a love letter, and it’s the most beautiful one – better than any suitor could ever send!”  Anne protested firmly, glancing from over the letter with her bright eyes. “No one has ever loved me more dearly than those who lived at Green Gables and I doubt anyone ever could. Green Gables letters always are the most affectionate ones; even if sometimes I am the only one who can feel and see it hidden between the lines.”

“Even if those lines are written by Mrs Rachel Lynde?” Priss asked.

Anne nodded eagerly.

“Even if,” she confirmed resolutely. “Mrs Lynde is a dear soul and a true Kindred Spirit, even if our first encounter seemed to prove the opposite; besides, it never is just Mrs Lynde that writes, although she addresses the envelopes to spare Marilla the trouble. Oh, I can’t wait to read about all the scrapes Davy has got himself in since the last time! I did not expect this letter to come for the next two days and now I can’t imagine delaying it for another minute!”

The three friends gifted her with the same bemused look before chuckling cheerfully.

“Well, in that case I suggest you go to your room at once, Miss Anne,” Phil advised with feign seriousness. “Otherwise you’ll just keep talking to us and we’ll never get to learn what this precious letters is really about.”

“I am not going anywhere.” Anne protested for the last time. “I will sit here for the whole time and share all of the best parts with you immediately. Oh, what a feast this is going to be!”

[lcsbicarchive]

[ kaya scodelario, twenty-seven, cis female, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ hazel mendes ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ a year ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ tattoo artist ]. I hear they’re known to be [ kind-hearted & courageous ] and [ secretive & hypocritical ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ coffee stains, sea salty hair, intricate dotwork tattoos, restless hands, smudged eyeliner, lipstick on a plastic fork, paint ridden fingertips, whispered secrets, and beaming smiles ]

i’m jujubee, i like long walks on the beach, bi--- maybe not. hi hello, i’m meg ( she/her ) i dwell in the good ol’ gmt, and i’m not great with introducing myself, but i am gonna admit that i’m typing this up way in advance because i’m excited, so hopefully something decent comes out of it ! but i’mma get to talking about miss gayzel, since she’s probably the more interesting between the two of us, and definitely the more relevant, so introduction to my favourite messy goblin in three,,,two,,,, fun,,, [ edit: yO i so i typed this up a while back bc ya girl got excited, but i just reread it and i have nO idea how helpful it is but i’m currently running around with my head on fire BUT I WANTED TO GET MY INTRO UP ANYWAY AND MEET Y’ALL so tldr: i might edit this later but hi hello nice to meetcha i’ll be on properly in a bit ! ]

honestly when it comes to hazel, i legit always have to no idea where to begin. but she’s an old ass muse for me, and tbh i know her like the back of my hand because of it, and if i can be a honest a lil sappy, i just want a nice rp home to settle in and i’m hoping crownsville will be that for me !

so although hazel has only been in crownsville for a year, georgia is actually her home ! she grew up in atlanta, but moved to new york when she was nineteen after a rough year, and she really just needed a fresh start and to start getting her life together. 

and she was in new york between the ages of nineteen and twenty five ( well, technically twenty six, since she literally turned twenty six a week after moving ) and in those years hazel trained to be and later became a fully qualified tattoo artist ( specialising in dotwork ! ) at a well respected tattoo parlour in ny, called permanent record. in the years she worked there, the original pr began to slowly expand, opening three other shops around the country, and when her boss started talking about opening a fifth, it kinda came at the right time for hazel specifically. 

her last boyfriend ( and i mean last boyfriend; hazel may still be in the closet, but moving from ny to crownsville was the ending point of her burying the bullshit, and she’s fully accepted her flaming lesbianism ) was a fucking garbage can of a human being, so after that relationship finally ended she was kind of looking for an excuse to leave, and lowkey looking for an excuse to go home, the latter partly being because there are parts of herself that are kinda,, missing ? that she lost due to shit going down, and she’d quite like them back ? she doesn’t wanna completely be her old self, because she’s changed a lot for the better, but there are some aspects she’d quite like back. however, moving back to atlanta wouldn’t exactly be the best thing for her, but she would’ve if that’s where her work lead her. which brings me to: her boss kinda casually said that if he opened up another branch somewhere, he’d kinda want someone he knew and trusted to keep an eye on it, so without really thinking, hearing he was thinking of georgia, hazel kinda jumped at the chance and offered to do it.

so that’s how hazel lowkey got promoted whoops. she doesn’t see it that she’s managing pr5, but that’s basically what she’s doing. the deal was, hazel would just be the eyes and ears for Big Boss, as he couldn’t be in two places at once, all while doing her actual job. she’ll deny being the manager/anybody’s boss, but she’s w r o n g. she’s just kinda casual about it. despite her definitely wanting to move anyway but not yet seriously considering it, and the fact she didn’t hate the idea of returning to georgia, she’ll still say she’s back ‘for work’ because,, she’s a goblin. 

but honestly she fucking loves her job, and she owes a lot to her job and to her boss. she’s also living in the apartment above the shop amen god bless

as far as her personality goes, hazel’s a mess of contradictions. she’s kinda had a life that would make it understandable if she were,,,, ruder, i guess ? or just.....bitter ? she’s not exactly the happiest of people, but i think after having a rather eventful life that getting a lil sadness as well as a pretty messy personality is nothing to complain about, since it could be far worse. but she’s a good person ! or, she tries to be. she’s working on it. she’s kind and she’s good but she’s got a repertoire of mistakes in her back pocket that she’s still dealing with, and she thinks stop her from being the good person she’s trying to be. a rather important note and something to keep in mind is that she tends to give off like,,, generally chaotic vibes a lot of the time ? like if you’re meeting her somewhere she’ll arrive late and slightly out of breath, or she can just seem a little flustered, or like her mind’s kinda elsewhere, or like she’s stressed/hassled/has too much to do and not enough time to do it in even if she’s actually doing okay, or if you need a pen she’s sure she has one but by the time she’s emptied her bag and found the pen, you could’ve walked to the shop, bought your own, picked up a milkshake, got a donkey ride, paid for a kid who didn’t have enough money to have their own donkey ride, had a walk in the woods, saved a woman from being mugged by a guy with his finger in his hoodie pocket, walked back, realise you don’t have the pen, can’t remember where you left it, went back to the shop and bought a new pen, and gotten back to her.

but in good news !! she’s a kind person, so plotting is made easier by that ! she’s pretty smiley on a good day, chatty, good with people, and just,, pretty good at the person aspect of her job as well as the actual ,,, Job part of her job. speaking of plotting, i generally kinda tend to suck at it, but i try my best and i make up for my lack of ideas with enthusiasm ! plus i’m always open to whatever ideas y’all may have, but to make our lives easier, i have a little plotties page here ! 

uhhhhh random things bout gayzel: legit thinks piano man it the best song ever written ( closely followed by barracuda,,, ) she’s one of those heathens that likes pineapple on pizza, she has pet fishies called ernie and bert and she cannot tell them apart, loves back to the future but also loves singin in the rain because girlie is your least favourite thespian lesbian, and she’s currently got the cute lil like,, Almost Ombre hair that kaya had in like 2014 or w/e ?? see above for reference sake, and i’m p sure there’s a reference linked in her stats too, which can be found here ! but tldr: the ends are just a lil lighter and it’s cute.

she also has a full ass like 6k word bio but tbh, it’s old, and i’m really not happy with the way it’s written, and despite the fact i never actually finished it, i want to rewrite it, so we’ll consider her current one a placeholder lol. disclaimer: hazel’s general story and background is a little trigger heavy, but obviously everything will be tagged, and her biography has warnings on it, and also says when the warnings have passed so you can keep reading if you wanna. 

okaY so if you got this far, you’re some sort of Wizard whom i greatly appreciate ! as i mentioned, i’m really bad with plotting and ims tend to make me anxious as heckery but if you give this post a lil LIKE i’ll swim into your ims nonetheless in hopefully the least awkward way i can possibly manage, but i’m also just up for having characters interact and see if there’s anything that comes to mind and stuff, but i’m excited to meet your cherubs ! general heads up: i apologise for any typos in this post and in future threads; i proofread everything to hell and back but my brain fuckin hates me so that usually means nOTHING but pls,,, just bear with me, i try my darn best !

[militant-agnostic]

Debating Stupid People and Trolls: a guide to beating bad faith arguments

For once I’m writing something for me alone, an “After Action Report” of this evening’s fun and games.

I have a very hard time on the internet, because I tend not to comment on something unless someone has said something outrageous (to me).

It is a common tenet of debate that we should assume good faith when having a difference of opinion with someone. The thing is, I have had plenty of debates with people with whom I have good faith differences of opinion, and they are just lovely, even if we have not changed each other’s mind on a single thing by the end of the evening.

I don’t find myself having good faith arguments very often. If for no other reason than the kind of people who have good faith arguments also don’t tend to hold stupid opinions.

I tend to have arguments with people who have (a) very stupid opinions, and (b) will defend those opinions with every dirty trick in the book. The kind of person who won’t hesitate to reverse their position and claim they never held it in the first place.

And there just isn’t a lot of advice for dealing with people who argue from bad faith except “DON’T!”, and that just isn’t helpful, because unlike people who argue in good faith, people who argue like bridge-dwelling trolls are everywhere.

With that in mind, I have had a little mental review of everything I normally do wrong in a argument. 

BONUS: All of these work in a good faith argument as well, because good faith arguers won’t deploy any of the techniques that would necessitate deploying these countermeasures. 

So What Have We Learned?

* Pretend to respect the other person, even if they are talking total rubbish and have surrendered the moral high ground right from the start. Even if they don’t DESERVE respect, if you don’t SHOW continuous respect they will act like they never said boo to a goose in order to make you look like the bad guy.

* Ignore logical fallacies and self-contradictions. Either they are too stupid to understand what they did, or it was intentional to derail you. Either way, you will end up arguing about what THEY JUST SAID RIGHT THERE!!! LOOK!!! 

* Accept “That isn’t what I said” even when patently false. It is a face-saving measure that concedes the point. Everybody can pretend they just had trouble articulating a different idea from the one you just demolished.  

* You are not playing to an audience.

* You might be playing to an audience, you never know when they are going to jump in and “impartially help” if you start consistently winning.

* It’s not a competition; the objective is to change the other person’s mind, NOT to “win”, get them to concede defeat, openly agree with you, or apologise. 

* No matter HOW stupid what they say, you have to assume it was meant seriously, and they will defend it ferociously if you challenge it directly. If they ARE a troll, it will be a trap. If they are just stupid, they believe in it and will dig in their heels.

* Arguments on the internet lack the visual cues that ease face to face conversation - the smile to disarm an insult, the open amazement that might make one rethink a poorly phrased remark, the inability for a room to laugh in your face or shout “NO!!!!” all at once. Most conversational tactics that work well in real life will have no effect or a negative effect outside of face-to-face communication.

* Have evidence if challenged, but don’t expect it to change any minds. Odds are you are having this argument online and if they wanted to check their facts they could have done so. Either they can’t type and Google at the same time, or they believe in the superiority of their memory over that of newspapers and books.

* When presented with evidence, read it. Be prepared to climb down if you were wrong. YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY BE WRONG. They might actually be right. It doesn’t matter if their arguments were terrible, what matters is the truth. If they are right you just have to suck it up

* When presented with fake evidence, respect it. The other person respects it and expects you to show respect for it. If you point out it is fake, you are calling them a fool or a liar. 

(I don’t really have anything for how to challenge fake evidence without being confrontational about it. The best I can shoot for is “That does not match with what is said in [better source]”)

* In between fake evidence and true evidence is incomplete evidence. Incomplete evidence has often been compiled with the specific intention of misleading. Everything it says is true, but has been arranged in a narrative that presents a false picture of things. 

(Fighting fake and misleading evidence can be the hardest thing because you are arguing with not one person but two people at once, one of who has constructed a very convincing argument in advance.)

* Let them do the talking. Seriously. They are NOT going to think about what you wrote, ruminate on it, reread what they wrote before and come up with a reasoned answer... they were working on their potential next reply from the moment they posted their last comment... but they need you you reply before they can post it. The longer you take composing a lengthy rebuttal the more impatient they will be to post their next riposte, and the less time they will spend reading what you say.

* Stick to the topic at hand... by which I mean the last thing they said (they either don’t remember or don’t care what they said five minutes ago). If there are 3 things wrong in their last statement, you can only go after one at a time, there and then. A single issue disagreement is probably built on a pile of lesser disagreements, trying to knock them all down at once is like punching a house.

* Stay ON topic... if they say 3 things that are wrong, go after the one that is most relevant to the argument, NOT the one that is the most blatantly wrong. That way lies grammar critique. 

Most importantly, stay cool. Being willfully ignorant is the natural state of humanity. Or brains are fundamentally designed to treat being contradicted as a life or limb threat, so unless you play it very, very cool, all that can result is a shouting match. Even though it might SEEM that another person is being intentionally aggravating, if you are going to engage with them at all you might as well assume that they aren’t, or commit to out-trolling them by staying calm and reasonable while they say ever more outrageous things in pursuit of getting a rise out of you.

[historiesofabody]

‘accountability’, ‘closure’ - messages between D, S. and _, September 2017

On Wed, Sep 20, 2017 at 1:54 PM, D wrote:

S.,

You should know that I'm getting in touch out of necessity rather than choice. My goal in contacting you is to seek accountability and protecting vulnerable people. 

It has taken me six years to fully acknowledge that our 2010-2011 relationship was abusive and in that time I have had to come to terms with your role as an abuser in this relationship. I've no interest in getting into investigations or debates about that, I can safely say I have the PTSD to prove it. If I were to revisit and collate the abuse I experienced, it would cause me more harm than any value it might have for 'proving' my case. I do not require your acknowledgment or confession to heal. 

I'm not accusing of you of physical violence, not that the threat wasn't there, but I do know there were several instances of coercion and manipulation when it came to emotional and physical intimacy. I consider you to have been highly psychologically abusive and controlling, and that your actions constituted a sustained threat to my safety and wellbeing. I am also confident that the rapid deterioration of my mental health, including self harm and suicidal ideation, were a direct result of our interaction. The fact that there were occasions were I was low-level violent towards I now acknowledge as attempts to exit the relationship/challenge your abuse which didn't work. 

I have no interest in pursuing any legal proceedings but I have informally circulated information about our interaction with people who know us both. I'm getting in touch now because having only just got hold of your contact details, I think it's a matter of urgency that you address the reality of your abusive behaviour and it's potential impact on current or future partners. I strongly believe that without intense self-reflection, self-criticism and long term therapy, all necessary for rehabilitation, you may continue to inflict abuse on intimate partners. 

I am not looking for apology or remorse, mostly because I do not think you are able to genuinely offer this to me. I am asking you to take the steps in order to actively prevent another person from experiencing what I did. 

If you choose to respond to this email, I would prefer if you only did so to acknowledge my request and not to engage me in dialogue about it. If you reject or refute my statements about you, then there is no useful or healthy exchange that could come of it and there is no use in us engaging further. 

D.

On 20 Sep 2017, at 17:33, S. wrote: D, Normally I would not respond to such a serious message so hastily, but for reasons that will become apparent I have had some time to think this over.  When you contacted __ earlier in the summer, she shared and discussed the message with her Mum. Then she came to me. No doubt this will disappoint you, as you asked she not tell me, and I can understand that. However I don’t think it is realistic that __ was ever going to take decisive action like breaking off the relationship without hearing my side of the story. I was horrified to hear about it, mainly for my own sake, but also to hear that our relationship was still haunting you all these years later. I knew that this wasn’t all lies and fabrications on your part in an effort to smear me. I believe you are doing this to prevent others from suffering the way you have. I believe your accounts of suffering. Real suffering means real abuse. Whether I had any intention to harm you is a question that has weighed on my mind this summer. Either way, I am sorry for abusing you. Until this summer I simply viewed our relationship as ‘unhealthy’. Needless to say, it didn’t leave me with the same legacy it left you and I had less motivation to reflect. Your message to  ___  proved pretty much instantly that ‘unhealthy’ was inadequate. I've got as far as realising that the power balance in our relationship was all in my favour and I was using my powerful position to have things the way I wanted. I might have claimed at the time that I cared about you and wanted to help you get better, but with a little less self-absorption I would have realised that ending the relationship was the kindest thing I could have done. I continue to reflect on that time.  So what did I say to __? You are free to ask her. I tried not to discredit or contradict what you said, I just told her my side of our relationship, much like in the paragraph above.  If I viewed our 2011 relationship as unhealthy, I have always viewed mine and ___ ’s as wonderfully healthy. We mostly have the same friends, similar interests, we share everything and we share our relationship with others; we always seem to have a third wheel around. Your message made me question that assumption of health. I realised I do dominate our joint decision-making. I can bulldozer her doubts with my confidence. I think it made ___ question everything too. Your message came as a shock to her, as I think she always saw our relationship as something to be proud of. I suspect she is now attuned to any controlling behaviour on my part if there is any. I don’t mean to start a dialogue. My simple message is that I receive your story and I accept it. I caused you more pain than I knew, I acted with shameful selfishness, and the jolt of that discovery is making me hold a mirror to my current relationship. In future I won’t contact you unless invited to. S.

On Wed, Sep 20, 2017 at 21:03 PM, D__ wrote:

S__, I'm going to try and finish what I started. Please do not respond.  To be very clear, I don't care about you, your 'acceptance', your thought process, your life now or what you have to say for yourself, including the redemptive narrative about your healthy relationship now in comparison to ours.  I didn't ask you to apologise and I don't accept your apology, mostly because you have redefined 'abuse' on your terms to mean what I experienced, diminishing that abuse to only my perception rather than a reality, all the while rejecting your responsibility for it. I asked you to seriously reflect on your behaviour and you have excused it as mere power dynamics.  Here's the thing, S__, I don't know you anymore and I don't want to, but I remember you quite clearly. In the last telephone conversation we had at some point after our break-up, you told me I made you into the worst person, and that no one would ever 'get' to me like you could. This interaction has proven that to be true. By mirroring my language, tone and approach, you've stripped my statements of their power. You make every effort to appear non-judgmental and accepting but you are emphasising at every turn that the responsibility lies with me - to alter my perception, to see it from your point of view, to understand that you've changed, to move on. You're still 'gaslighting' me even now, you're just far more advanced at it than you could ever dreamed you would be at 18. This doesn't give you real power over me - I'm way beyond that now - but it does prove you're weak. You never will know the harm you caused because you don't see anything wrong with what you did. You weren't left with the 'legacy' because I didn't manipulate, assault and isolate you. Unfortunately, I see you for exactly what you are because you showed me 6 years ago. I don't have the luxury of forgetting, and I won't ever forget.  You talk about being 'horrified' as if my statements were a surprise to you. As far as I'm aware, you were fully present and of sound mind during every interaction we shared. You pay lip service to my 'suffering' by suggesting that your actions, without your intention, may have been damaging to me. I'm informing you that you actively and violently maintained psychological control over me because you enjoyed the benefits and because it served your narcissism. I'm not painting you as a violent monster because your abuse wasn't visible to anyone outside of our bubble, it happened intimately, subtly and embedded within a culture of 'intensity' 'passion' and secrecy which I believed proved we loved each other in a way that no one else could understand.  I could point to many occasions where you were affectionate, pleasant, seemingly adoring. You also isolated me from my close friends, even forcing me to send my friend away who was visiting me away because you didn't like my behaviour around her. If I'd have known you were abusing me, I would have left you - I did try on a few occasions. Instead I turned on myself and I have the scars to this day. It took me so long to name you as my abuser because I had never been in a long term relationship and I didn't know anything different. You knew that and you took advantage of it.  I said I wouldn't be compiling evidence but as you've seemingly forgotten, I'll remind you. Before I met you, I was sexually inexperienced and you proceeded to subtly coerce me into intimacy with you that I didn't want. You did this by claiming that if I didn't sleep with you, I didn't want you, that I didn't wish to be close to you or that I wasn't normal. You suggested, hilariously in a fucked up way, that I was a lesbian because why else would I not want what I was 'biologically programmed' for. On the night you managed to make our relationship sexual, I'd had a disassociative episode and had told you I didn't feel real. You laid me down on the kitchen floor and tried to undress me. Then you took me upstairs and proceeded to touch me intimately and encourage me to touch you when I was not in a position to give consent. There were other occasions when I asked you to stop and you didn't. As time went on, I consented because you trained me to do so. I could go into more detail but there's no point now. Those interactions constitute sexual assault and I can only hope you don't have other victims.  You might remember that there was violence in our relationship, some of it playful/sexual, some of it not. You slapped me in public on several occasions. You told me you were stronger than me and could hurt me if you wanted to. On two occasions, we were 'playfighting' and you left the room because you believed you couldn't stop yourself from violently hitting me. These aren't examples of you being considerate, this was threatening behaviour. We could talk about how you once jokingly put a knife to my throat, or how the story you told me about breaking your dad's arm stayed with me as a reminder of your strength, but I doubt it would convince you. There were times I fought back, there were times I initiated violence, there was one instance where I threatened you, but as you're so invested in power dynamics, you'll know I never had the upper hand.  You ended the relationship because you had 'burnt out' my supply of love, respect and forgiveness and I had nothing left to offer you. As far as I can remember, you ended the relationship by informing me you didn't love me anymore, then proceeded to contact me over the next month via phone call, online messaging and post, even suggesting you were going to turn up at my house, all without my consent. This was a repeat of a typical tactic, to withdraw your attention and then overwhelm me with it and I was fortunate enough to have realised I was safer away from you to fall for it. You also contacted me by letter months after our breakup to disclose you had slept with someone else early in our relationship and other distressing, irrelevant information. That's not simply unhealthy, that's exercising control, if I have to explain that to you, then that should concern you.  You did not love me, you were not kind to me and you don't actually deserve having your behaviour explained back to you.  Your actions were not selfishness, immaturity, miscommunication or unintentional mistakes. Your actions were the hallmarks of a narcissistic abuser - look it up, it might be educational - and I'm only grateful that I can recognise that and now work every day to heal myself and to support other survivors.  S., being an abuser doesn't make you powerful, it doesn't mean you're strong, it is a pathetic, desperate and parasitic attempt to create an powerful identity for yourself where there is only a void. I've lived with what you did, with what you are, for six years, now you have to live with it. You haven't won, you never will, because you are responsible for pain and suffering, and you will never be redeemed or forgiven by me. Your response only proves your delusion, your arrogance and your cowardice. I have always been stronger than you and I always will be.  A final point I want to emphasise, I am more than heartbroken that ___ came to you, I am humiliated and appalled. I emphasised so much to her that it would compromise my safety and I can only hope that, if she reads this, she knows never to do the same to another survivor. If she could have reached out to me before, I might have spared myself the trauma of hearing you defend your abuse. I hope above everything that she never has her trust broken in such a way. If she feels you are a good person, I have done everything I could to convince her otherwise and whilst her support would have meant everything, I should have known that anyone in your proximity would be under your influence. I wish only the best for her and I hope she gets away from you in her own time.  Be aware that I'll be making this interaction public.

From: _ Date: 21 September 2017 at 02:12:54 BST Subject: Re: Accountability D., Thank you for sharing these emails and for your previous email. I appreciate you having shared your thoughts and experiences. 

- ___

From: D_ Date: 21 September 2017 at 10:16:12 BST To: ___ Subject: Closure

I know that everything I say is shared with S. but I wanted to contact you on an individual basis to make some things clear, and to emphasise that after this I will not be making further attempts at contacting you or responding to contact from you.  There is a tendency in the culture we live in to assume that people who speak out against abusers, especially those who do so years after abuse, are seeking attention, pity, protected status as 'victim'  or of course, petty revenge. I want you to know that I would give almost anything to not even know that S. exists. To not feel ashamed and humiliated by having to beg for accountability from someone who doesn't give a fuck about me and who can manipulate their way out of any real responsibility. I don't want to fear that I'm going to meet your partner round every corner. I don't want to be unable to go to work or have intimate relationships because I am having flashbacks to 2011, where I am in absolute hell, with your partner telling me not to worry because he 'could never love a sane girl.' I don't want to be writing this to you now, but I am, because I know so many others who would give anything for the opportunity to speak directly to or about their abuser, even if it won't change anything.  I don't want to know what S. told you about me, but he probably used my mental health issues to weaken my testimony, he probably claimed ignorance in regards to his actions and their consequences. To my mind, it's enough that for even the briefest moment he was faced with being 'seen' for what he is, even if he's now done everything he can to maintain an ultimate innocence.

Despite everything he works on portraying to the world, I still know there is, somewhere in S., the full knowledge of what happened between us and it's enough that I was able to remind him that he is not the only person who knows how actively coercive, cruel and remorseless he can be.  I know you probably don't believe your partner is capable of abuse. I didn't either even as he inflicted it on me. But I'm going to abandon this attempt to 'reveal' him to you because it hasn't worked so far.  I understand now that I should never have contacted either you or S. Neither of you has anything to lose in this situation (other than absolute certainty in your relationship, now seemingly recovered) and I am the one who has put myself under scrutiny and risked my safety, been stupid enough (again) to be vulnerable and off-guard with S. and essentially learnt that when he said he would never treat anyone the way he treated me, because only I pushed him to that, he was telling the truth.  As my warnings won't be taken seriously, I might as well say them clearly. Be careful. As far as I'm aware, S. uses people for what they can give him. I assume you're talented, intelligent, passionate and adventurous. Maybe you come from money, maybe you have the privilege to get him to the places he wants to go, which (from my experience) are far away from what he thought of as monotonous everyday life - the Midlands, his parents, responsibilities like employment and civil society. S. always wanted to be on the run, always told me he wanted to get out of his life. I couldn't give him that but he did take everything else from me.  Be concerned about what will happen when you can't give him what he wants. Be aware that he's constantly running from his own reality, which as a narcissistic abuser, is pretty much a void. He needs vitality, ever-changing scenery and ongoing action because his internal life is empty. As long as you can supply him with what he wants, he'll be kind to you. He will also take everything from you if he can, you can know that and love him anyway, I know I did. But keep something of yourself for yourself. Remember everything you had and were before you met him, because he will do everything to make you nothing but his. Have a safety net and a support network that isn't tied up with him or his friends. I can't offer that support now or in the future but I hope you have it if and when you do need it. I won't be contacting you again.

[rooftopprendezvous]

(1) Hey, hey! Oh April your anger was my initial reaction too (and honestly if I think about it too much its still my overriding emotion), so I apologise in advance for what I'm sure is gonna be a long, rambly mess (am I really sorry though? cos you are pretty much responsible for me falling down the "Gallavich" rabbit hole hehe!!) but it's the last on this topic, promise. Anyway I experienced my 1st & last 'live' Shameless moment when that 50 second end scene was plastered over social media

2) (cos i'm not watching any more Shitshow eps (not seen any S8/9 & barely remember S6/7 anyway despite it not being that long ago I mistakenly watched it - a blessing I guess lol how is it still going! God!) & I have many conflicting feelings about it tbh. The initial overriding feeling was "I'm mad about it" even though I wasn't surprised. Sighs. I still am really cos even though I admit that I did want "end game" for Mickey & Ian (cos i'm weak), I didn't want it like this!! Look what they've3. done to those KIDS! Just dumping them both in prison (ffs) in a patch job, lazily tagged on ending & then playing Frank Ocean (trying to win points & maybe it worked cos I've listened to that song more than once since gdi) over it cos we are meant to view it as so romantic!? I just..?!? I mean you gotta laugh really.. I suppose it is very "Shameless". Honestly I don't think I've known a show to so unapologetically give so little care to its own characters (let alone fans). urgh.4. (aka arrogant, lazy & petty? hmm). Tbf they had written themselves into a corner where this was the only ending they could give, other than have Ian run away to mexico, which yeah why didn't they do that? But, and here's the other side of my thought process about it all, at least this way they'll both be free after they serve their time, genuinely free not fugitives. So my rationalising about it all is basically that they serve relatively short sentences (Mickey negotiated a good deal ok lol!5. also at least he was given some agency back here in a way - yes I know I'm reaching), during which they will have time to hash everything out (aka Ian has a shit tonne of explaining, grovelling & making up to do imo) & then they are free to live out their lives & have a real chance at being together away from all the BS that's been thrown their way. That's my story anyway (they better not do or say anything to contradict this in canon now I stg). That's how I choose to view it as this way6.I can be relatively happy they ended up together & it allows me to look back their journey story without bitterness taking over cos Mickey Milkovich & the journey he and Ian (rip puppy Ian from the early days - he was cute) went on (before tptb fucked it up) deserves to be looked back on fondly. So that's the story of my journey to acceptance I guess lol. Plus there are no longer at the shows mercy to screw over! Also if you ignore everything else it was good to see mickey again, swooping in7. To save the day being his cocky self, for all of 30 secs, for some sort of closure (the article you reblogged was spot on). In that short scene cam & noel's chemistry was undeniable (easily the best thing to come out of that show - tptb know it too. Bet they hate it that's why they ended it like this #petty but fan service still or maybe they thinks it's actually good who tf knows). But it wouldn't have been the same ending Ian's journey without mickey (they really screwed Ian's charachter8. Over after mickey left didn't they - cant blame cam for leaving. Maybe he should have left after s7. We coulda had them driving across the border as their ending then). I defo think all parties involved did it to shut down the relentless demand. Everyone (cam, Noel, the fabs) can be free now. So I'll take this version of endgame but I won't thank tptb for it! Sidenote but Noel really is s talented cute bean isn't he?! 😊 anyway sorry for the self indulgent ramble. It got way long! Thanks for9. Being my cheerleader through this v belated journey. Did you warn me not to? I can't remember? 🤣 just kidding! I'll ignore the in between bits & focus on the good & imagine a better future for them away from shameless' clutches. My mental gymnastics to be happyish with it is impressive huh? (I mean I'm still mad but eh). Lol. You deserve a medal for dealing with it all in real time! Hope you're not too disheartened. Glad you're all good my lovely! ❤ Tina

to be fair i definitely warned you before you started watching but nobody ever listens because you see their early stuff and like i said magic. they draw you in and you just can’t help yourself. i really don’t want to say a whole lot about everything that angered me and i totally understand why people are burying their heads in the sand and saying ‘end game’ and ‘happy ending’ but like life didn’t just stop? they have to actually live their lives in prison and for people with their histories, their backgrounds, and their mental issues to contend with, if we’re being realistic this is probably like the worst ending? because what happens when mickey’s smart mouth and short fuse get him in trouble? or ian doesn’t get his meds and goes manic? nothing good. also tptb couldn’t help themselves form doing mickey dirty again could they? also for me a good parallel isn’t mickey risks everything to break out with almost the exclusive purpose of being with ian again and now he has to risk it all again, this includes his life to get back into prison to be with ian? where is ian’s sacrifice in any of this? a couple seasons ago i would have felt that overwhelming love from ian but after listening to him badmouth mickey for so long and turn him away again and again it didn’t feel like enough. if i’m being honest i feel like cam wanted out a long time ago and he’s been phoning in his performances. his guest appearances and work outside shameless were far superior for quite a while now. his best scenes on shameless in the last idk three or four years have all been with noel. i don’t think he liked where they took his character after mickey left and i don’t think he liked how they treated mickey’s character. he and noel seemed quite close and they cared a lot about the story they were telling. and stepping outside of just what they did with bringing mickey in for the ending i wanted to vomit when they had ian go to fucking terry milkovich of all people to ask for advice about prison. like how gross can they be? so i guess i got carried away as well but yeah i’m angry and i’m never not going to be angry. just waiting for when they bring them both back magically out of prison for the finale. or just cam and say some shit about mickey staying longer because he got more time. i wouldn’t put anything past them at this point.