#Unpopular

[danskjavlarna]

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[bikinikillarchives]

bikini kill performing at the Palladium, Sydney, AU, April 22, 1997. by Sophie Howarth.

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Not That Popular

I thought to pick another character that's not that popular (either in canon and/or in the fandom) and pick out some fics that give them the spotlight/show them some love. So, I give you: Stannis Baratheon

The Squire of Dragonstone (AO3) - "Instead of joining the Night's Watch, Jon travels south to squire for Stannis on Dragonstone. Roughly spanning the events of A Game of Thrones through A Storm of Swords, Stannis and Jon investigate the royal incest mess, fight battles in and out of the courtroom, attend a joyous wedding, and come to rely on each other more than they ever expected."

Stannis the Black Stag (AO3) - "A different take on the Siege of Storm's End, heavily inspired by the history of the Hundred Years War and the reign of Henry V. Now a much larger fic."

Come Sail Your Ships Around Me (AO3) - "A young boy refuses to part with his goshawk. A secondborn daughter is born first, and named heir. The story has been told over and over throughout the different lifetimes. The Song of Ice and Fire. This time will not be very different from all the lifetimes which came before it. But it's different enough."

The Iron Gauntlet and the Silk Glove (AO3) - "It starts with Stannis and Renly being brothers in truth, not just in blood, but that isn't the only change in this world. And in a War of Four Kings, the other changes matter just as much."

The Distance (FF) - "AU where Ned died at Tower of Joy, and to ensure the loyalty of the North, Robert ordered Stannis to marry Catelyn and appointed him Lord Protector of the North until Robb comes of age."

Bonus: Enduring the Storm (SB) - "The noose draws tight around Storm's End, and Stannis Baratheon. But a young man not Stannis wakes in his place, and must navigate the deathly serious realities of war and politics in a land unfamiliar to him, while keeping tight hold of both castle and Stannis' people. No one ever said life was easy, and if they did, they were lying."

[starfallkaz]

Reading fourth wing has made me realise I define slow-burn very different to other people, because that book was not slowburn.

When I say slow-burn enemies-to-lovers I need detesting, hating each other - the sight of the other person makes you physically sick or trembling with rage, or some ungodly combination of both. I don’t want admiration from afar, I want plotting to murder the other in their sleep.

I need a slow-burn that lasts 3/4 of a book, if not an entire book - have me foaming at the mouth waiting for them to make a move, to brush hands at each other. I need pining in unspoken gestures loaded with meaning. I need flexed fingers when you touch and forcing yourself to pull away from the other. I don’t need smut by the end of a book and a sudden L-bomb, by any definition that is NOT slowburn

[messyjess88]

[lucidpast]

Hypnosis for Unpopular Teenagers (1966)

[its-queenofthesilence]

Unpopular Opinion: Wish shouldn't get as much hate as it's getting

I’m going to get hate but I don’t understand all the hate for Wish? Yeah it’s not the greatest movie they’ve come out with and yes Disney seems to be coming out with some Meh movies recently but I’ve been seeing posts like “don’t go see this movie, don’t support Disney” or “this is an insult to the fans.”

But it’s not terrible? Like yeah it’s not the best, I’d definitely put it as mediocre but people are treating it like Mickey Mouse came on screen and told everyone to go fuck themselves. It’s a perfectly fine generic movie. Everyone harps on about all the latest protagonists of Disney films having the same personality but bitch, I’m sorry but Aurora, Cinderella and Snow White don’t have a personality. All their “personality” entails of are singing and talking to animals while waiting for a prince. I’d take whatever the recent Disney princesses have as a personality over that.

At the end of the day, it’s a movie for little girls to enjoy and to look up to. And is it really that bad? Everyone harps about Disney being out for money. Yes, that is the point. They make movies for MON-EY. There are plenty of early Disney films that are mediocre but are hailed as classics, only because they are old.

That’s my rant over.

Also “This Wish” slaps.  

[shiftyxolar]

UNIQUE DRS FOR YOU

I’ve been seeing a lot of people struggle with creative drs so I’ve gathered a list of realistic, unpopular, and experimental drs so you don’t have to!

REALISTIC

The office

Bistro huddy

Famous band

Vlogger / Blogger

Author

Model

Dancer

Bakery

Hair salon

UNPOPULAR

H2O: just add water

Avatar

Time traveller

Genshin Impact

Ninjago

SpongeBob

Spirited away

EXPERIMENTAL

Studying dr (I would suggest scripting that you have no procrastination)

Exercise dr (get better at your sport, make sure to script your skill level here)

Hairstyle dr (try new hairstyles, cut, grow, wash your hair or someone else’s without the risk of looking like a busted up Barbie doll)

Baking dr (legit just bake your heart out. You could script you don’t have to wait for the oven, and how cute would it be to have a little booklet of everything you’ve baked?)

Job dr (try different jobs just for fun? You could try an F1 racer, an actor, or literally anything you want, how fun would that be?)

(I’m sorry there’s not that many it’s hard to think of unpopular ones, my favs from these lists are bistro huddy, ninjago, and the baking dr!)

[jqmon]

Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful, keep the game going and make someone smile!!

Thanks i guess. i never get asks so thanks for finally giving me one that isn’t related to anything i made/s

i’ll send it off.

[bikinikillarchives]

bikini kill (kathleen hanna, kathi wilcox, billy karen, and tobi vail) portraits by Sophie Howarth, taken at the 1996 summersault festival.

"Summersault Tour Portraits 1995 - 1996 Australia. I created this artwork as a gift for Stephen Pavlovic whose personal archive is currently featured in the Powerhouse Museum's Unpopular exhibition (along with some of my own archive, this artwork included.) On display in all its aging glory, the original, with discolored sticky tape and my 90s hand-writing (which I notice has evolved over the years), hangs well 30 years on. The portraits were taken of the Summersault Festival tour party December 1995 - January 1996 and show artists and tour workers; band members, catering team, tour managers, staff from Pav’s office, DJs, skaters, boyfriends, girlfriends, Maurice the nanny, Rancid fitness trainer, friends and more."

[obsxssedwithstuff]

I am literally alone in this Fandom so I'm going to recruit some people now.. Watch green frontier please it's genuinely good!!

[fairiesreturningtotheshadows]

Social media is how people get you fired up and then yell behind your back.

[euesworld]

"I am white trash, no cash having crack addict, if I could get some ass I would smash it without a prophylactic, bad habits, pulling rabbits out of hats but you won't have it god damn it, if you put your anus in my face I would reach and grab it, maybe stab it cause I know your ass is padded, I'm a bad kid, maybe something like the mad hatter getting badder and badder, so sad that I'll never have grandkids but just like Eminem said, that's just the way it is.."

Sorry everyone.. I'm having an abstract altered state of mind today.. romance will commence shortly.. haha.. I am just goofing off.. let me reboot my soul.. I am going through a lot - eUë

[crybaby-and-hoo-ha]

Attack 5

Chapter 1

Max Zenith was about to have the most stressful interview of his life. Sure, his father had taught him how to use a shotgun at the ripe age of six, but it was either he makes it or breaks it. His previous job, a small bakery, had gotten shut down because he couldn't afford the rent and now he was forced to nab the first job he could find. A mercenary.

As he sat in the small and rather humid waiting room, his brain was in a state of stress and anticipation as his leg bounced up and down. He fidgeted with his tie and tried to slow his breathing while slowing his brain down simultaneously.

"This was a horrible idea. I should've never done this. Wait, no, if I didn't I'd die on the streets. I still hate it. Ugh! Just shut up, brain!" He murmured to himself as his white button up felt increasingly more suffocating. His hands were clammy, his heart was beating out of his chest, and he was absently pinching himself in a futile attempt to wake himself up from whatever nightmare this must've been when suddenly, his attention snapped up to a tired man in the doorway. He had dark black hair that was combed back with gel, a cheap black suit with a bright red tie, and bags under his eyes. His face was cold and hard, and void of any emotion.

"Max Zenith? It's time for your interview. Right this way please" The man had a refined cockney accent and spoke in a tone that was similar to an irritated professor. He waited for him to stand up before making a gesture for Max to follow suit. Max's knees were shaking and felt like jello. He felt queasy and fidgety as if his skin was too tight for his skeleton. As the black haired man led him to the office, Max's mind filled with doubts before he sat down in front of the desk.

The office was a gray and sunny room, facing out towards the city with a dark mahogany desk in the center and a few awards and certificates hung upon the walls, proudly displaying high ranking achievements.

"Oh boy" Max thought as his foot tapped anxiously against the carpet floor. "This guy's the real deal"

"So, you went to Stanford, huh?" Max asked, his voice wavering slightly.

"No, that was my father. After he died he passed the company onto me," The black haired man said, his tone stoic and almost impossible to read. "Anyways, let's get on with the interview, shall we?"

Max nodded and took a deep breath.

"So, Max, my name is Jimmy Brookes. This interview will be simple. Nice and easy. Okay? Can you shoot a gun?" Jimmy asked bluntly, not even flinching when he asked the absurd question.

"I...Yes?" Max replied, confusion written all over his face. The question took him by surprise due to its upfront nature.

"Great, you're hired." Jimmy said while clasping his hands together and standing up. "Here's a file of all the things you'll need. You'll start on Monday, 7 AM,"

"Wait wait wait wait. That's it? That's the whole interview? There must be something else or-" Max was interrupted by Jimmy placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

"No. That was it, Maxwell. You start on Monday where you'll meet your other colleges. I must warn you though, they are a bit...strange..." Jimmy murmured while slowly escorting Max towards the door. "I'll see you on Monday, Max. Good bye."

The door shut hastily in Max's face. He was stunned, confused, and shocked all at the same time. There was still adrenaline rushing through him as he walked towards the elevator.

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As Max trudged through the chilly and snowy streets of New York, the cream yellow file in his hand, he pondered and mulled over the rather abnormal interview.

"Why would I need a gun? Wait, why would I need this job again? Oh yeah, I have seven dollars and half of a rubber duck to my name." He wondered to himself anxiously. His feet were freezing while he shuffled along, clutching the file in his pale, cold hands. "Well, at least I have a job now"

He slowed to a stop in front of his apartment complex and pushed open the glass door. A gust of warmth hit him and he sighed softly as he climbed up the stairs to his apartment. He fumbled with his keys before sliding them into the door and turning them with a satisfying click. The door swung open with a loud squeak and Max stepped into the baron apartment. Without having a job, he was forced to sell all of his belongings for a temporary solution.

It was a small and cheap studio apartment with white walls and a dirty mattress in the corner along with a cheap, rundown mini fridge he got from a garage sale. It looked more like a prison cell than an apartment.

He flopped down onto the mattress with a huff and opened the file, only to find a pictorial recipe for egg salad.

"What the...huh?? What the hell is this?!" Max exclaimed, irritation and confusion laced in his tone. "Is this some kind of joke?!"

He sighed and threw the file across the room, the paper making a soft "fwish" sound as it skidded across the hardwood floor.

"You know what? Fine. I'll go on Monday, maybe it was a mix up," Max muttered, pulling the thin blanket over him in an attempt to try to get some shut eye.

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The next two days were a blur. Max would wake up, get some coffee he could barely afford, and go to the store to buy baking ingredients. Even though he was near bankruptcy, he still enjoyed baking. By the time Monday had rolled around he had made at least three dozen cookies from stress baking.

To say the walk to the Agency was stressful would be a huge understatement. Max was sweating even in the chilly January breeze and his hands were shaking.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. You know what? I've got this. I've totally got th- What am I saying, no I don't," Max whispered to himself under his breath. He sighed and pushed the door open and made a beeline straight to the elevator.