#You know what that shit sounds like? ''THEY'RE NOT PUTTING WHITE PEOPLE IN TV OR MOVIES ANYMOOOORE''

[sleepknoot]

"Giving your canon muse the same pronouns you use or making them trans is making them into a self insert. :/"

If you're a cisgender mun and you write your canon muse as cisgender, you're making them a self insert. Especially if they're the same gender as you :/. See how some of ya'll sound? Lmfao

[4mrplumi]

( crow choir. prologue ) ── fame is a fickle food. (m.s/next)

author's note at the end, pls read! (l/n) is not the direct insert.

even when she knows she’s got money stashed away, notes she’ll never use to replace the stale, gray oats she’s ploughing through with a flimsy plastic spoon, money she’ll use instead for a bottle of cheap ecstasy later instead, (l/n) doesn’t think she’s a bad sister. 

even as she forces the spoon through the little mouth of her dear little (name), holding their head to keep them from babbling and gagging at the meal, (l/n) is not a bad sister.

scummy business doesn’t pay much in gotham. where pretty powder packets and cloudy liquid injections make thousands on the streets of a better city, it’s too average a dealing here. “home-made” a customer joked once, “gotham’s specialty.” (l/n) gave him a wry smile, in acknowledgment, not humor. 

irritated, is an easy way to put it. (l/n) is frustrated. she used to dream of being a singer, a big, famous singer, with the voice of a nightingale piercing through the monotonous black and whites of the city with the deep blue of her solemn voice.

she had her story all planned out. young (l/n) knew only her mother and her rented apartment, forced to share commodities with a bastard child from her mother’s many affairs. but ah, she was so welcoming and kind-hearted! a true teresa, treating the kid like an angel sent just to her, performing her little do-re-mis to a giggling toddler, who pulled at her hair and pawed at her face in affection.

the vocals classes her mother weaseled her into, would have the teachers notice her wonderful voice, urging her and encouraging her to perform professionally. she’d make her way into a big gala, people would applaud, and she'd be as wealthy as the other filthy rich socialites in gotham. eventually, she’d help her mom, and her baby sibling leave the mean tenant’s apartment, and they’d eat soft bread and smooth butter, nothing like the grainy spreads on hard loafs they ate now.

but a city covered in gargoyle statuettes has no place for the dreams of a little grosbeak.

their mother didn’t come home one day. and she didn’t come home the next day either. when (l/n) opened the door on the third day in tears, hoping hysterically it was mummy dearest, she had to break down again at the sight of a stone-faced policeman.

she’s allowed to feel resentful, isn’t she? dreams punctured before they even had the chance to take flight, burdened with the duty of caring for a ditzy little kid at just eighteen. 

none of her old teachers, none of the old shrinking men who regularly asked her to sing at their clubs, parties, helped. not even the slightest comfort came to the miserable, mourning girl. nobody wanted to have the stain of commissioning a helpless girl, what were they, taking advantage of a poor child’s misfortune?

in desperation, in poverty, she quit her part job as a cashier, having no time for it and turned to a less pleasant way of work. scouring through the dirty, shit-smelling allies of gotham to sell lame drugs and smoke to worse-off people.

and this… ungrateful brat won’t even eat the little food she works so hard to provide? she’s lived off her own products, hoping to dull the ache of hunger with weak alcohol, and this bitch refuses to eat?

she hates them enough to want to fling them out the window.

but… she loves them too dearly to ever try. and so, another one of gotham’s teenage misfortunes goes to bed with a heavy heart, after coaxing her little baby (name)’s big doe eyes to sleep.

the police station smells like disinfectant and sounds like tv static, but maybe it’s just your dazed head making up the buzzing.

the officers tried, as gently as they could, to get you to talk, explain what happened. but they mistook your silence as numb-tongue from the shock of her death, leaving you to be with yourself for a while, calm down.

your eyes are eerily fixated on the colourful cartoon playing on a small tv they're propped you up in front of, the characters' bright voices dissolving into the ringing in your ears. you watch them harp about kindness and togetherness distastefully, lamenting their shrill songs and wishing your big sister would sing to you instead.

you feel guilty. you took her voice away. your existence ruined the hopes she had for her future, her golden days were rusted by you. it should’ve been you instead. you, instead of her.

it’s unbecoming of a child your age to chew on their nails, your sister had scolded once, scowling. but she’s not here anymore, so you occupy yourself with peeling skin off your fingers, no thought to how much it'll ache later. 

your clothes feel thin, and your body’s so hot with sickness you shiver. a lady officer had wrapped a big brown coat around you, but it lays discarded at your side. you deserve no comfort.

and you repeat this day. over and over and over in your head for the next four years, and more to come. you repeat the memory of the day your little apartment world became far too big for you to handle, the memory of your faults, the memory of your sister.

you are a sickly child. you are a sick child. you deserve no comfort.

suffocation is too harsh a word to use for the luxury you're so suddenly plunged into, but it is claustrophobic and horrifyingly unfamiliar. there are far too many people in the house, stalking the too-wide corridors, under too-tall ceilings, your nerves shake whenever you walk past them.

your head spins from all the lights and paintings, carved furniture and embroidered carpets. they've dropped a little mole into a vast jungle of glass chandeliers and decorative flowers, with no hand to hold their pathetic paws and guide them around and out.

your body stays tense, strung like a bow, even as the butler weaves you with the utmost care through what seems like infinite corridors, to a pretty little door with a shining handle. you furrow your brows, to rest the contempt you hold at the polished wood, resenting the gleam of it, that which resembled his set hair and his loathsome suit.

the loathsome suit you saw four... no, twelve years too late, and vow to see as sparingly as possible.

you'd take back the vile gray oats and 'tough love' of your sister over these new inexplicable pastries and cold businessmen any day.

you miss her. you deserve no comfort.

INTERACTIONS AND REBLOGS VV APPRECIATED !! i hope this is an adequate introduction the the series, and i will expand on this significantly. future updates are fueled by reader interactions, so if you do end up liking this, please do let me know your thoughts by commenting or re-blogging.

regarding the genre, style and tropes: reader insert is gender neutral. while noir is more of a style, more present in movies than prose, i do want to attempt at at least a similar sense in the form of a writing genre. as for the "yandere" tags, i'm unsure how else to put it. i'm aware there are more niche terms that would better describe the characterisations that'll be present, but they're neither popular nor easy (for me) to describe. that aside, the traits that'll (eventually) be displayed will showcase yan-tendencies, so i hope you don't feel like i'm trying to bait anyone with tags.

thank you for reading!!

[remember-the-fanfics]

Imagine the first time Gen z Overlord meeting Angel Dust for the first time when Charlie and Vaggie brought Angel Dust to the hotel while GenZ reader was in the hotel preparing the welcome party preparations with Razzle and Dazzle, GenZ reader ignores Angel Dust's attitude and is kind and respectful to him by giving Ángel Dust cake that Genz reader for him?😃😃

"Razzle, Dazzle! This has to be perfect for Charlie and Vaggie will be back with the first guest!" Yelled (Y/n) decorating the not completely burned cake, the last two burnt cakes will be eaten by them or the tiny dragons.

"No- alittle to the left! No Razzle, that's down- finally thank you!" (Y/n) yelled watching the two put up a sign. "Okay, so I don't want to pressure whoever is coming so I think 'HELL-O (the o is silent)' is funny, it's a pun. I'm totally not feeling stressed about this." (Y/n) voiced to Razzle and Dazzle as the two came over to see the cake, words looking like it was blood and covered in rainbow sprinkles.

The pair looked at (Y/n) blankly.

"I used all the white with the actual frosting and being in hell most colors are red, black, and death."

"-and this is the entrance and Oh wow." (Y/n) heard Charlie say, they brought the cake towards the group. "You really decorated well, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) sees Charlie leading a fluffy yet skinny spider man sinner from the doorway with Vaggie trailing behind.

"Thank you, it was mostly Razz and Dazz since I was baking a cake for the guest." (Y/n) said putting the cake on a conveniently placed table, dusting off their hands. "Who are you?"

"You live under a rock? I'm Angel Dust, everyone on the streets knows me or wishes to." He said and (Y/n) blanking starred up at him.

"W-well (Y/n) here doesn't usally watch what you usally star in Angel." Said Charlie.

"Oh! He's an Actor then? I don't often watch TV, I'm usually working or helping Charlie." Said (Y/n) before Angel Dust started to laugh.

"I've never meet anyone who hasn't already seen all of me if you get what I mean." He finished and looked at the cake. "Hah. Funny if it didn't look like a rainbow was trying find me but thanks. Just know I'm only here for the free grub and room."

"Well I hope you atleast give a chance one or twice." Said (Y/n) before a sound from the kitchen was heard. "Shit, they're trying to eat the burnt cakes." They yelled rushing towards.

"How many did you burn? Razzle, Dazzle. Don't eat to much!" Said Charlie speeding after them.

"You never said you had child labor." Said Angel Dust taking a bite of his cake.

"(Y/n) was technically an adult when they dead also they are an Overlord."

"That explains why they've never watch porn with me in it-. Wait. How the hell does that child have that much power?! That's like giving a toddler a knife."

"I questioned it everyday."

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"Isn't Angel Dust a drug?" Asked (Y/n), sharing the last burnt cake with Vaggie and Charlie because Angel Dust kept his.

"It another word for PCP." Said Vaggie, slightly cringing on how the cake was somehow raw and brunt at the same time.

"Like a pipe for plumbing?"

"That's PCV, kid. How do you not know these things?" Asked Angel.

"I died before I could I guess, my parents would probably kill me if they ever saw me with any drugs." Said (Y/n) shrugged. "So what kind of actor are you? I feel like i heard your name before since you mentioned it earlier."

"I'm porn star."

"...Well that explains alot of why people would be weird when I asked who they were talking about. I hope you enjoy your stay."

[the-froschamethyst4]

White Lace Ruffle Socks

𖤐Pairing: Husband!Soap x Wife!Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, age gap (27-35), married couple, innocent! Reader, PDA, kissing, overprotective husband, female pleasuring, mutual masturbation, foot job, fingering, eating out, more use of John/Johnny, aftercare,

𖤐Summary: Y/n was looking cute for the grocery store

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Y/n was just touching up her make up, nothing fancy something natural, she went to the bed and sat down, lifting her foot up to put on some cute white lace socks.

Her shoes were downstairs next to the front door from when she wore them out a few days ago.

She grabs her purse and goes downstairs, her husband; Johnny was on the couch his head back, he was watching the football game going on, but his team was losing and was losing interest in the game now.

He hears the sound of the floorboards creaking, he opened his eyes and looked to the stairs seeing Y/n put a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hi bub," she says, walking to him, kissing his forehead and running her fingers through his hair.

"Hey...where are you going dressed like that?" He asked, sitting up now and looked at her.

"I'm going to the store-and what's wrong with how I dress? I think I look cute-" Her smiles had faded and John regrets it.

"You do, that was stupid of me to say but...if you are just going to the store, why are you so dressed up?"

"I feel like I'm too dressed down," she says.

His eyes then traveled down to her ankles.

"I like the socks though, they're cute."

"Thanks," her smile is right back. "I bought them a few weeks ago, this is the right time I'm wearing them out." She goes to the door now and grabs her little mary janes by the front door.

John turns off the TV and walks to Y/n.

"I'll come with-"

"But you don't like coming to the store with me, you say I take too long-"

"Nonsense, I'll come-just let me get some shoes and spray cologne on me," he rushes upstairs before Y/n could protest, and she waits for him.

He soon comes back down tucking his wallet and phone into his pockets.

"Alright, let's go," he grabs the keys to his dodge and they head off.

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Getting there Y/n wasn't allowed to touch the cart, John pushed while Y/n was going over the list of items she needed. She places items into the cart while John was leaning on it, his arms resting on the bar while also looking at Y/n who was bent down looking at the different prices of corn bread boxes.

Figuring out which is cheaper, which one is better, which one adds milk and not water, John's eye twitches, he thinks it's all the same, but Y/n doesn't think it's the same.

"Bonnie-"

"Don't even start, I already know what you're going to say, and I don't wanna hear it," she says, dropping the cheaper one into the cart and walking in front of John.

He just smirks and shakes his head and follows after her.

They went into the next aisle, it was filled, you could barely walk through it but Y/n just needed one thing leaving John on the end with the cart and guarding the food and Y/n's purse, while he also keeps a watchful eye on Y/n as she squeezes through the people, and she bends back down to pick up a package of sugar.

She squeezes through again and goes to John, as she walks, she feels something or someone grab her calf, she jumps a bit and looks down, a guy was getting off the ground and guess used the closes thing or object to get up and he just so happened to use Y/n's leg.

"Oh shit! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" He apologizes, Y/n just gives an awkward smile and gives a small wave.

John watched the interaction, his knuckles were turning white, his eyes narrow, blood boiling and then-

"Hey, got the sugar," Y/n says. "That was awkward," she says, she looks up at John who seemed to calm down, she didn't even see how pissed off John was.

"What happened?" He asked.

"So, some guy, he was trying to stand up and he grabbed my leg, but it's fine, he apologized, he thought his cart was near, he didn't mean to grab me," she says, trying to guide John out of the aisle, so he doesn't explode and make himself look like a fool in front of so many people.

"Well good...glad he fucking apologized."

"John, it was an accident, it's not like he was trying to feel me up or something-"

"And if he was?"

"Then I'd tell you, you know that," she says.

He doesn't say anything but instead kept Y/n at his side the whole time, his hand resting her hip holding her a bit close as they keep shopping.

John would just a watchful eye on her as she gets everything she needed off her list, his gaze was serious almost scary, some of the people around them kind of worried for Y/n, thinking she might be in some sort of...abusive relationship, but she wasn't it's just how her husband is-an overprotective guy.

"Alright, let's go home," she says as she paid and they headed off.

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At a red light, John held the stirring wheel in one hand and the other was free he just ribbed his fingers together or who pick at the white lace tights Y/n was wearing.

She ignored him if he was picking at her tights and was just on her phone watching TikToks and giggling at some, her hand who sometimes absentmindedly hold his hand and mess with his thick fingers.

"Hon, when we get home what do you want for dinner?" Y/n asked, looking up at him.

"I don't care, Bonnie, you can fix me whatever and I'll still eat it."

Y/n doesn't know why but her stomach did a backflip, whatever she'll fix...he'll eat it. She gulps and then looks down at her phone with a small nod still not knowing what she'll fix for dinner.

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Once home Y/n had gone upstairs to change into a big t-shirt...that was it, her lace socks and a big oversized t-shirt. John didn't know she wasn't wearing any wear, he thought she had shorts underneath.

He sat back on the couch and Y/n was putting the last bit of groceries away.

She then comes to the couch but doesn't sit next to John but instead stands in front of him blocking his view of the TV.

"Bon, I'm trying to-"

"I know...but this will be a few minutes," she says, grabbing the end of the shirt that his and barely lifts it, exposing her bare pussy to him, his eyes widened and drool was threatening to fall from his mouth.

"W-What are you-"

"You said I could fix whatever and you'll eat it-"

"Damn, Bon," he chuckles leaning back on the couch and places his arms behind the couch. "Damn right I will," he motions for her to move closer which she does.

John pulls her to his lap and starts a heated make out session with her, lifting the shirt up and tossing it somewhere in the living room. He puts her on her back, moving her knees to her chest, he made sure they stay put as he starts to tease her clit with his fingers.

Those same fingers she was messing with earlier in the car.

He smirks when feeling how wet she was, moving his fingers between her wet folds and then slowly pushing them inside of her, she moans his name and clenches around his fingers.

He smirks when he starts moving his fingers faster inside of her.

"Mmm~" she moans into the kiss.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy this dinner," he says. He removes fingers and then starts stripping out of his clothes tossing them to the side and was only left in his boxers.

"J-Jo-"

"Can't have you be bare and not me," he teases, moving down to be in between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, placing her socked feet on his shoulders, he'd kiss her ankles every now and then before finally kitten licking her folds.

Her head goes back sitting the cushions on the couch, her fingers getting tangled into his hair as he sucks on her clit, thrusting his tongue in and out of her. Her thighs wanting to close around his head.

"Fuck, fuck," she moans, covering her mouth but only to have her wrists be held at her side.

"Come on, Bon, I wanna hear those sexy moans of yours," he says with a smirk on his face.

He goes back to licking between her folds and thrusting his tongue back inside of her. Her back arching off the couch, as moans escape through her lips.

Her feet that were placed on his shoulders slid off to be near his crotch, she starts to tease his hard dick through his boxers, he let's out a shaky moan before standing up but still eating her out, removing his boxers giving himself a few pumps of his dick.

Her socked feet going around his dick and pumping him now, he groans into her folds while opening his eyes and giving her hard eye contact making her fold, head back and back arched once more as she felt herself close to coming.

John smirks while shaking his head and thrusting his tongue deeper he takes his left hand and thrusted it inside of her next. Moving his fingers at an ungodly speed but still moving his tongue a bit slower.

"AH! F-Fuck," Y/n moans before finally releasing in Johnny's mouth, he moves his head back and watches as white spills from her lower half, he chuckles and looks down to see white spilling from the tip of his dick.

"Fuck me," he mumbles.

Picking Y/n up and taking her upstairs to their shared bathroom, John taps her ass before saying.

"Best dinner I've had in a while...what about dessert?"

Y/n lifts off his shoulders and looks at him.

"When it becomes your turn to be pleasured." She says with a smirk.

"Hmm? You know in a few minutes we could have dessert." He smirks.

"I'm too tired for more tonight...morning sex?"

"Fine by me, let's get you washed up, Bon," he says, kissing her temple.

He sets her on the sink, turning the water on to hot just the way she likes it, he bends down and removes her socks and kisses her ankles.

"You look so beautiful," he says.

"Thank you, bub," she says as he stood back up and kissed her lips and moves her to the tub.

[batboyblog]

Less than 60 days out from the election, how do you think we’re doing, considering the recent debate and Taylor Swift unleashing the Swifties?

I'll start this by saying we're with-in the margin of effort, if either side really puts their backs into it, and pushes and shows up, volunteers in big numbers and turns out voters it could go either way.

So having said that, I feel good, right now the national polls are close, but all show Harris ahead. The swing state polls likewise are close but mostly show tied or leaning to Harris. On top of which Senate Democrats (and the candidate for Governor in NC) are running far ahead of her in polling, I hope thats a sign that late undecideds will break Democrat, they often do break toward the incumbent.

On the debate, I'm often skeptical that debates shift things. That said I think anyone watching would say that debate is pretty unique in the history of Presidential debates. The media has been working very hard to uh "sane wash" Trump and what he says. That debate was an unfiltered view of Trump. I'm frankly shocked he brought up the pet eating, the right has been meming about it but I thought he'd only say some dogwhistle to it not just straight up say some of the most racist shit imaginable on live TV. The bar for Trump was very low and he still failed totally to meet it. Likewise Harris had a high bar and met it, she was claim, she was professional, she came across as ready and smart while also serving as the audience surrogate to let us all know "yeah this is as crazy as you think it is"

just briefly here the attack on Haitian Americans is crazy, and racist, and the whole "the immigrants are eating dogs" goes back 100+ years, I've read people accusing NYC Jews in the early 1900s of kidnapping and eating neighborhood cats and dogs. But also its politically crazy too since Florida where Trump and Republican Senator Rick Scott have both been slipping in the polls as America's largest ethnic Haitian community, just over 500,000 or roughly 2% of the state, so great plan to call them pet stealing and eating monsters just before an election.

The other factor is the Laura Loomer. If anyone doesn't know who she is click that link and enjoy, but basically she's a white nationalist and Islamophobe (that's according to her) and the person extreme far right Republicans point to as proof that they're not "that bad" any ways, Loomer seems to have been with Trump, on his plane the day of the debate and every day since, and Republicans are wigging out

MTG, and any number of Trump super supporters are sounding off about how much they don't like this, and the internet is "joking" that Trump and Loomer are sleeping together. Together with his unhinged debate being connected with one of the worst people in American politics might cause serious problems. In any case a campaign of just alt-right memes is not gonna win most Americans.

On TSwift, I mean the data I've seen showed a really big jump in people exploring registering to vote after her message which is good. I'm again skeptical about how much of an impact she'll have? celebrities in general don't have that big of an impact, basically 90% of famous people are Democrats/liberal, but their fans don't always go along, don't get me wrong I'm happy she endorsed I just am unsure how big an impact it'll end up having.

So to repeat what I said at the top, we're in the margin of effort, if everyone who doesn't want Trump volunteers and puts in the work Harris will win, so

VOLUNTEER

[ca-suffit]

im sorry your takes are generally pretty great and i appreciate the space you make in fandom but i find the dismissal around lestat's queerness to be diminishing.

louis is a fantastic gay character and u r right about how he represents his queerness which is fabulously. he is mother he is fashion he is wife, a lot, and lestat is a lot more masc in aspects of their dynamic. louis also struggles with it, had internalized homophobia, and his relationship to his sexuality is fraught. now you can have that complexity and still be a "gay icon" sure but what i see here is a gay man existing. not every gay man existing has to be ~iconic~. louis is working on himself.

lestat is a different person and is going out there to make a mark on culture actively, regardless of why. he's not putting on a dress for five seconds (which btw was still pretty impactful in context but ok), he is being meaningfully gnc and making art. this is what queer culture is. it's frustrating to see this element diminished like it's just a meme or a bunch of people being thirsty.

im all for critiquing fandom being weirdos about it but i think the showrunners are doing something spectacular and pretending like fans are making lestat into something he is not just isn't the vibe.

reading this made me realize that I left out a sentence in this ask, so it did come off differently than I intended. I'd meant to say there's already been a lot of exploration of characters / ppl like lestat, but there's never been a character like louis before. I wasn't rly ever talking about lestat's queerness itself, I was talking about how he's prioritized bcuz he's white.

if u personally identity with him in this then that's ur right to, obviously. no group is a monolith and I was never trying to say one way is more "right" than the other. I rly do apologize if it came across like that, cuz I can see why it did.

"he's not putting on a dress for five seconds (which btw was still pretty impactful in context but ok)"

I don't rly know what u mean here bcuz within the show, nobody comments on the dress. ppl react to the baby but everything we know of the dress otherwise was only revealed by carol cutshall bts. I don't know what impact ur meaning here. to the tv audience, sure, but the NOLA audience?? or is it the fact he designed it in the first place.

tbh the thing I most noticed was that once again a white, european immigrant got to be center stage in an event that louis, as a black, louisiana native, isn't (like the card game lestat already had a place at more favored than louis earlier in S1). he also was able to wear that dress in public without public scorn (being european prbly helped here too, he's "other'd" but not the same way as louis is "other'd" for being black), which is something louis could never have done and actually survived at all. it's not that lestat doesn't experience homophobia otherwise, but he's still got a lot more room to confront it than louis, claudia, or armand would have, as ppl who would be confronting homophobia *and* racism with no access to white privilege (claudia literally dies in the same hour we see lestat confront a homophobe otherwise on his and louis' behalf and "win").

idk what they're going to explore for S3 yet, but what we've seen so far is....not that deep tbh. it's not even especially "queer." we're aware he is so we know it is, but straight men have worn makeup and flashy outfits and done homoerotic shit as musicians before too. very often. nothing we've seen from lestat so far has been pushing any boundary as a queer artist or making any kind of statement. I'm not trying to sound like a total bitch here, but a lot of what ur saying is pushing this white fandom agenda of the "importance" of so much that any white, queer character does that....just isn't. lestat's image and sound is taking a lot from other ppl in real music history who *were* doing groundbreaking things at the time, straight or not, but what he's doing is just wearing it as a costume rn. his lyrics even say "I'm an actor / in my makeup." like I said, S3 in full will bring more to the table, obviously, but for what we've seen so far....this hasn't said anything in any objective way that's "deep." u can still like it and identity with it, but idk how u'd argue that it's doing anything tbh. ur welcome to do it tho, I'm not trying to shut down the conversation here. I'm just giving my perspective. I *do* actually think this is stuff we should talk about exactly *bcuz* fandom rides so hard for it all the time. it should be explored why that is, what's the logic behind it. I rly am interested.

edit: wanted to add too that p much everyone we see in this show is queer and creative so literally why is nobody ever saying all this about louis' photography, claudia's acting and interest in fashion (or her general observations on the world thru so many diaries that are referenced in multiple ways as she's not around anymore to speak otherwise), armand's theatre work, madeleine's dressmaking. that's usually why ppl comment on lestat, bcuz he's the most noticed and praised but he's literally not the only one doing it at all.

[razildor]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Was tagged by the amazing @farore05 thanks!

I don't have anymore to show from Smoke, it's due to be posted soon.

So instead I'll just post what I've been working on the side, it might see the light of day who knows.

Modern Day AU. With Rook being a broke skateboarder and Emmrich a rich Professor or something- Sugar Daddy to be, but he has no idea he's even being one, he just wants to be nice and help Rook.

Tagging: @holdingontojupiter @ollypopwrites @heylittleriotact @redheadsramblings and anyone who wants, I know I'm late to the party lol.

Rook was having a bad day. No. A miserable day in fact, her rent was overdue by three days, the lock on her apartment door was busted, and the landlord won't repair it until she pays rent. 

So for the past week she's been using a chair to jam the handle in hopes it would stop any wayward robbers from coming in. Not as if she owned anything worth stealing. Not unless they're after a half working TV that only shows the news and some weird Orlesian drama show then by all means they can take it.

Then she over laid for her shift at the bar! Her damn alarm didn't go off! Again! she ended up throwing it at the wall while she scrambled out of bed, throwing on clean clothes, ripped jeans, a short shirt, a jacket with too many holes in around the edges and her trusty skate shoes- that were almost falling apart like her life right now. 

“Shit! Fuck! Damnit! Where the fuck did I put my phone?!”

 Rook shouts, frantically throwing pillows, blankets and the odd empty energy drink off the bed, letting out a loud “AH!” Once her hand skims over the phone that somehow found itself under the bed. Looking at the charge she groans out of annoyance. Five percent battle life, she hopes she can steal someone's charger while at work.

Pocketing the phone Rook bolts out the door, yet quickly comes back to grab her skateboard, slamming the door behind her and ignoring the shout of her neighbour protesting to the noise.

Rook weaves in-between people and parked cars, some even in drive. Pushing the board fast as it would go, sweat started to form on her brow from it. She can't be late again! Maybe she could make up for it with overtime? Eh… worth a try?! Rook didn't have high hopes, the boss was an ass.

“Maker, what the fuck am I gonna do… Urgggh, why can't money rain from the sky or something!”

She flails her arms in the arm, snapping out of her thoughts from the sound of her phone pinging in her pocket, making sure she wasn't going to ride into anyone Rook took the phone out, the little skull charm swinging from the movement. It was Taash, asking if they were going to meet up later after her shift. Rook shoots back a reply, agreeing. She could do with getting drunk too.. yeah that sounds like a good idea.

Rook nods to herself to the thought, quickly adding the idea in the message as she turns a corner, not seeing where she was skating.

“Look out!”

“Wha- oh shit-!”

The Skater looked up from her phone to see an older looking man right in the pathway of her board. Rook quickly swerves out of the way, yet her eyes were more on the gentleman looking fellow more than where she was going.

“Urgh!!”

Rook went head first into a pole, sending her off the skateboard hitting the hard pavement. Her head was ringing, face hurt and… wet? Shit. She slowly sits up, a hand moving to cover the pain on her nose, pulling back the hand to see blood. “Ah, shit.” she mutters, sitting more upright the best she can.

“Oh, my! Are you alright?!”

The voice of the man she almost ran into kneels down, a look of concern on his handsome face- ‘wait, handsome? Wait..no! He looks old enough to be my dad or something!’ She screamed in her mind, still staring at the man’s face even as something and pushed into her hand. ‘Oh, his hair looks and mustache looks straight out of one of those old black and white movies. Damn.’

“Miss? Are you alright? Your nose is bleeding, please hold this to it.”

A hand covered in rings touched the handkerchief in her none blooded hand, she follows the man's instructions in a daze, bringing the cloth to her nose, winching from the pain, to keep her mind off the pain Rook takes a long moment to stare at the other's hand. Seeing the gold she wonders if he was rich. ‘Must be nice having all that money, bet he's not eating instant noodles every night.’ Rook bitterly thought.

“Who the fuck uses actual handkerchiefs in this day and age?”

The older gentleman stutters, taken off guard by the vulgar language she used. 

“Really, miss. There's no need for such language. And a handkerchief is still very popular amongst the gentleman kind, in this day and age.” He said in a matter of fact tone.

Rook couldn't help but snort, regretting it as a wave of pain shoots up her nose. Ow, she's gonna look like shit later. Just what she needed.

“Right, if you say so, Mister Gentleman.” She said dryly, clearly not in the mood to be dealing with some possibly uptight rich guy.

“Emmrich.”

“What?”

“My name. My name is Emmrich.”

Rook stared up at Emmrich for a long moment. The name even sounded old.

“Rook.”

“Excellent, now if you please, Rook. Your nose needs tending too”

[the-things-ive-seen]

Wonder Twins - Wonder Comics Volume

The worst of the Wonder Twins

As I flipped through the pages of the Wonder Comics yet again, I could but feel depressed, confused, and, of course, deeply pissed off. What sort of audience was meant to be turning these pages, and what exactly would they feel about the teenage wonder duo, who were shitting not just on their own legacy, but everyone else's as well?

To put it simply, In this new volume of the Wonder Twins, Jayna and Zan are space aliens who moved to Earth from their home planet and serve a upcoming superheroes with a lot to learn about Earth. Except there's a problem. The wonder twins used to live on a utopia world without crime and spontaneous orgies, and Earth is a political hellscape of suffering and drama. Feeling out of place and deeply horrified by the nature of Earthlings, Zan and Jayna try to deal the difficulties of justice and society.

But that description paints a bit of glamourous view on the series as a whole. In reality, Jayna and Zan are the descendents of their world's version of space Hitler, so they quickly leave their home world out of shame and migrate to Earth. After awkwardly jamming themselves into a highschool setting and becoming junior Justice Leaguers, they constantly complain about how inconvenient everything and how Superheroes, specifically the meta of Superheroes, is crass and stupid joke. The series continues spotlighting human nature, societial issues, and strawman arguements until the Wonder Twins have had enough. The volume ends with the Twins yelling at the Justice League for not understanding moral ambiguity before they're kidnapped by a racist TV star who wants her cell phone back.

Normally, I don't have a lot to say about comic books, even bad ones. But goddamn, this entire volume is horrible; both in concept and in execution.

This series is a lot like the TV show Velma, and you all fucking know that is not a compliment. Its depicted as bright, colorful, and comedic but constantly tries to drag you into the dark and serious. It tackles ideas and social issues, but it doesn't actual know them except on a surface level. I think what's even worse is that the 'solution' to these problems is to just... fix it. Doesn't matter how, or why, or who it effects. Just fix any problem infront of you, simple. World hunger? Just fix it. Cat in a tree? Just fix it? Dad trapped in the Phantom Zone? Just fix it. Thank you Wonder Twins, I had no idea that all of life's problems were just one panel transition away from being fixed. I must've forgotten that I had all the resources, methods, and charisma to deal with everything. I guess the problem was me all along.

I guess what pisses me off about the series is how they Wonder Twins are such shitty superheroes (In this volume at least). Upon first going in, I thought I would be frustrated by how their powers work in each issue. But no! The Wonder Twins themselves are quite possibly some of the worst Superheroes I've ever seen in action.

Sadly, Zan is not being sarcastic. They actually are trapped in plastic bags after an unprompted home invasion. The Wonder Twins spend most of volume fighting powerless human beings who may or may not be wearing stupid costumes. I'm not refereing to armed thugs either, but usually groups of three or less people. This is not counting when they get to scare off the angry mob crowd, which is recurring villain in this series. 'Society is the real villain', said the teenage white girl.

Aside from these performance issues, I'm also refering to Zan and Jayne's character. They... suck. A lot. I actually used to like Zan, but now I think he's just an ignorant moron. Which is what the series was going for; a lovable moron, but the story never hesitates to water him down or belittle his existence and relevance. I genuinely feel bad that he can't play a bigger role or have important things to think about and share his perspective, which sounds very strange for someone who is a main character. As for Jayne, she is the worst. Like, insurmountably the worst. A humanoid being I wouldn't tolerate being around for ten minutes. I think Lisa Simpson was at least likable and had solutions for life's problems. Jayna is just a miserable sad sack looking for more reasons to give up. I can literally count the initiative and planning she shows on one hand because most of the time she's complaining about how the planet Earth is too complicated and broken. Yeah, she's a teenager and everyone eventually becomes disillusioned by life on Earth, but holy shit stop ranting for one second and do something already. Stop complaining about walls and start climbing. Stop acting hopeless and go find some. Batman sometimes exhausts me with dark poetry, but listening to a teenager complain about the mere existence of crime and corruption, without dissecting why that happens in the first place makes for an abysmal experience.

Sigh.

I guess that takes me to the heart of my argument, and my personal gripe with the volume.

Did I mention I hate Jayna?

For context, "a Soap Box is a raised platform on which one stands to make an impromptu speech, often about a political subject. ... The term is also used metaphorically to describe a person engaging in often flamboyant, impromptu, or unofficial public speaking." -- Wikipedia.

When I say The Wonder Twins is a soap box, I'm not referring solely to the political overtones of the series, but I'm referring to how the story portrays these themes and the beliefs of the person writing it. When I read this series, I didn't walk out more self-aware of my actions and the government's failures to make a better world (this comic came out in 2020, by the way). I came out feeling embarrassed to have read such a painful virtue signal for anyone who donates money every day to a tip jar. This series is a painful mishmash of anarchism arguments, radical vanilla ideas, and lazy school intern adventures. And in the midst of all that I'm supposed to adopt an intentionally vague message to rebel against authority because a comic book series, the medium best known for maintaining the status quo, is appealing to my inner narcissist? I mean, it's either that or the author is so obsessed with telling people to fight American status quo, that they forgot that they were writing a comic book, where the point is they need not change the world, but inspire the world to change. Because it's a fucking book.

Look, everyone has an off day. We lose focus of what we're fighting for and begin to lose faith in our beliefs. I already mentioned the disillusionment thing. I'm not going to speak for everyone, because sometimes it can be a good thing to lose faith. It gives us an opportunity to change, to see if something is working for us. What's important is that we don't lose hope and give up completely; that we don't flip tables in hopes that the mere idea of starting over will make us feel better. I think Superheroes used to help with that, because even someone like Batman could overturn a hopeless situation. And, with good writing, a story like that can be... inspiring. Superheroes could be inspiring.

The Wonder Twins don't make me feel that way. I feel like they were supposed to be, but here they don't. The Wonder Twins series feels like a reminder that in superhero land the world gets slightly farther from the real-world status quo every day, becoming better and reaching nonexistent solutions, before the editorial office slingshots the whole DC meta backward and suddenly 9/11 was inevitable. The Wonder Twins themselves feel especially hopeless, demanding rewards for kindness and being privileged to the point of genuine confusion. I don't see them as heroes, they're just doing their job. They hate their job and everyone involved with it, but hey, they wanted the job. As if to further my point, the series literally ends with them working in a facility where they get to make their own rules to bend while working as Superheroes.

Maybe I missed something or maybe one guy's personal change of heart is supposed to convince me that Zan and Jayne make a difference in anybody's life. Maybe this was supposed to be the story of how the Wonder Twins realized there are no rules when it comes to giving someone the help they need, just consequences. Well, all I can think of is what it was supposed to be. It's a wonder how it turned out this way instead.

Also, the art direction sucks. Every fight or conflict is less than a page long. This is what I meant when I said they forgot that they were writing a comic book.

[wardogsong]

💤 (👀Lou)

don't sleep on Frank || @parvumchao

It's gotta be the rain; that's what Frank figures. It is what makes a kind of sense to him. They're on cruise control right now. Stack is states away, likely trying to put out all the fires they set for his little empire. Sure, he sends people, but they're always on the move and those guys are almost always too late behind. They've bought themselves a little ease to rest and recover in. Hell, they've splurged their stolen gains on a nice enough joint to do it in— spa, pool, gym, the works!

So it IS what they've been doing. Getting the aches rubbed out, her, and hydro-therapy in the pool, him. Room service keeps them fed on some good shit and sleep's been... a godsend. Clean pillow-top mattresses feel like sinking into marshmallow, but the sheets are crisp and the ac's blasting and they're safe as it gets and man does that mean a couple days of sleeping good and heavy. Deep sleep. Question the year and current president when you wake up kind of sleep. The kind that feels like too much and not enough all at once and Frank knows he's only waking up sometimes because his belly needs feeding and drags him out of it.

Far as he could trace? Lou'd been in the same boat, or close enough.

Hence, rain.

The sound it makes hitting glass is second only to the rumble of an engine, sound and car motion rocking more than just babies to sleep. When they're not full of thunder and lightning, storms are good for it too. Blunting the sun, making things a cozy kind of dark, calming all the usual noise pollution and burying it under white noise instead. What other reason for Lou curling up on hotel couch while he field days their gear, cleaning knives and setting aside the ones due a sharpening session? Falling asleep is probably the last thing she means to do, just coming over to watch him work, feeling her own appreciation for the care he has with their tools. And yet, there she goes all the same. Mouse-quiet, tucked into his side and watching... watching... watching, until she's not anymore. Just quietly gone behind closed lids, little breaths puffed in and out cutely, seeking little hand finding purchase in black t-shirt and holding on.

Frank just pulls conveniently close hoodie over and drapes it on her like the blanket it might as well be, given the hilarious difference in their sizes, and settles a little more deeply into couch. Knives can wait. Trash tv is on low keeping him company, giving him something to focus on 'til she wakes in her own time and makes known whatever else she might need from him than just this; food or a fuck or a dose of prevention/denial of all the running she's gonna wanna do.

They're on the run enough already. Lou can stow it and have a nap like the brat that she is.

[lol-jackles]

Okay, maybe the Ackleses can conquer the industry with their understanding of PR. How did HBO senior executives decide that they could fix people's reactions to mediocre shows by using sock accounts to argue with people on Twitter? To make it even stupider, they also ticked off the poor underling they assigned the job, so much that he threw it into a court case over working conditions at the company. LMAO at these overpaid clowns.

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/business/digital/hbo-chief-casey-bloys-fake-twitter-accounts-1235634912/

Link. You mean social media can be used as a weapon?  You don't say?!

Like, is anyone really surprised?   My former colleagues were more mad that Boyd couldn’t be assed to make his own fake Twitter account but had to tell an underling to do it.  But I was, come on, most companies have a staffer or two doing sneaky social media things like this, pushing their narrative.  Hello, ever been on the Apple TV online discourse?  Apple has some good shows, but online discourse would make you think that they were already way out ahead of golden era HBO.   No doubt there are some dedicated Apple fans, but I find it hard to believe that level of devotion was natural.  And you know Amazon Prime does this, as they're the most desperate to have a cultural impactful show.

At least Mittens ran his own secret legendary Pierre Delecto account.  

Why this was news is because Bloys isn’t some newly jumped-up exec or business major in tv flailing with failing products. He’s a veteran producer who’s been extremely successful at HBO for a decade plus. Why is he so thin skinned and defensive? Why does he care so much when he’s been so successful?  While his excuse-explanation is having too much time on his hand during Covid sounds eye rolling, there is a grain of truth.  Remember when I said here and here that what previously didn't bother executives were bothering them during the pandemic lockdown.  It was why Misha suddenly scrambled to say (unprompted) three times that he and Jared got along and it was the fault of J2 fans for tainting his reputation, not because of his army of minions who lost what's left of their singe braincell over not getting canon-Destiel like he ambiguously promised for over a decade.

An assistant named Sully Temori, who is now suing HBO for wrongful termination, was given the task in June 2020 to write responses troll with  X account of Kelly Shepherd, a so-called mom and herbalist from Texas with 4 followers.  The troll targeted critics for being a middle aged white man who was “shitting on a show about women” i.e. The Nevers. Gee, those words sound familiar, right?  It's 80% of what SJW say online whenever they come across something they don't like and can't handle different opinions.

HBO is best TV brand with the most number of Emmy wins (just ignore that HBO has the most number of members in the TV academy).  So like in the article, people were surprised that a successful veteran executive would do this.  Except you see it all the time: celebrities, accomplished directors, and athletes going nuts on twitter replying to random accounts with 8 followers, "No @BigDickTerry6969, You're the one who SUCKS!!!".

One of my nieces is in the industry and doing well enough that she said if she ever gets famous enough, she will use some of the money to put guardrails in place to keep her from googling herself or reading twitter threads about her.  She also wants me to act like an addiction-recovery sponsor that she can call in the middle of the night with, "We just dropped a new episode and I really just want to know what people think, that's fine right? I just want honest feedback.".  And I will be, "No, you don't, you have to resist that urge. I want you to go outside and look stars, okay?"

Honestly, reading about Boyd's antics was like reading John Grisham's The Pelican Brief and The Firm and getting to the Big Bad reveal and end up having Big Disappointment staring back at you. Tom Cruise at least improved the movie adaptation of The Firm.

[thatonewatching]

Church Boy-Hurt

Once she let go, I stood at my full height and looked at her. She was about four inches taller than Sal. So, around my height. She kept a straight and serious face throughout our entire interaction. I nearly lost my shit and started sobbing again. I couldn't let her see me do that again. 

"Travis, you have to sort this one out by yourself. You can come back tomorrow." She said, flicking the ash off her cigarette into a black resin ashtray. "Okay..." I muttered, rolling down my sleeves and holding my hands. "Goodbye..." she said, walking me to the door. "What?" I said. "See you later..." she corrected. 

"See you later..." I replied walking back down to the elevator and using the keycard Sal gave me to get back down. Once it stopped, I got out and walked back into Larry's apartment. A woman was on the couch and watching TV with another man. He had the same-colored hair as Sal, eyes too. The woman was a spitting image of Larry. Guess this was their parents?

"Who are you?" the woman asked, moving closer to the blue-haired man. "I'm Travis, Sal and Larry's friend. I was just here, I left to go on a walk." I said. "Oh, they're in the treehouse." the man said, putting his arm around the brunette. "Where?" I ask, not having any previous knowledge of the so-called 'treehouse'. 

"Just leave through the door in the back of Lar's room. You'll see it." she said. "Oh, ok..." I said, walking towards Larry's room. "Oh, honey, I'm Lisa, by the way. This is Henry." Lisa said, giving me a warm smile. "Oh, ok. Well, thank you. See you around." I said, waving goodbye as I entered his room and closed the door. 

I walked to the door I hadn't noticed before and gently pushed it open. The cold air hit my face as I exited the complex. I looked up and saw a tall oak with a wooden house settled in its branches at the very top.  

There were a few dozen steps leading to the top, I climbed each one slowly, scared I was going to fall and bust my head open. I reached the top and heard some voices. Sal and Larry's voices, to be specific. It was odd. Usually, Sal's voice was muffled and quiet. This time, it was clear and louder. I listened before actually letting my presence be known.

"Larry, I feel bad."

"Why? He's a dick."

"Because! There has to be a reason."

"No, there doesn't. Some people are just assholes."

"Well, Travis doesn't seem like that type. I just...maybe he has a bad home life, y'know? Something..."

"Maybe, I dunno. I don't really care, to be honest."

"So you've said."

"And I'll say it again."

"Please, don't..."

"Whatever..."

"But seriously, I just want to be friends with him."

"Sal, you can't befriend everyone. You know that, right?"

"Yea, I know."

"Then why do you keep trying?"

"I just...there's something about him...he's so...mysterious? I don't know how to word it."

"Whatever, man. Maybe he'll warm up to you, doubt it, though."

"I hope so...I really do..."

I decided it was time to enter, since they had gone silent. I climbed up and looked right in front of me. My heart sank and I felt my face get hot as ever. Sal didn't have his mask on. His nose was barely existent, his lips were scarred, and little white lines and big ones too, covered his face. I could see some of his teeth from a hole in his cheek. His baby-blue eyes widened when he saw me looking. 

"Travis! Look away! Now!" he screamed, scrambling over to his mask that was laying on the floor. I adverted my eyes and tried my best to stifle a smile. I heard the sound of buckling and waited until I was told to look back up. "Alright..." Sal muttered. I looked back up and he was huddled up to himself. "Sorry...I'm sorry you had to see that..." he said, closing his eyes and putting his head to his knees. "It's..." I started, but stopped quickly, not being able to find my words. 

Quiet sobs came from the blue-haired boy as the greasy one stared at me with contempt and loathing. "What?" I aggressively ask, directing my attention to Larry. "I ought to push you down right now. That's up to Sal, though." he answered, glancing at the sobbing boy. "No! Stop it, both of you!" he yelled, through sobs and hiccups. "I didn't do anything!" Larry yelled back. "You're an ass to him! We just talked about this!" Sal yelled. "Sorry, me and him issues!" Larry said, leaning into his beanbag chair a little more. 

Sal stopped yelling and stopped crying too. He stood up and walked over to me. "Move." he demanded. "Or I'll fucking make you." he threatened. I did as he said and stepped to the side, allowing him access to the exit. He climbed down quickly, not even looking back up or uttering a word. 

"The fuck was that all about?" Larry asked. I just shrugged my shoulders in response, having absolutely no clue what the hell to say or do. "I'll bet he's going back to his room. Let's go back to mine, we can check on him in a few." Larry said, getting up and waking to the exit. "Okay?" I said, surprised at his sudden kindness. Maybe he was just being nice because Sal wanted him to. 

When we got back into his room, he sat down on a stool near an easel and pulled out some art supplies. "You paint or anythin'?" Larry asked, putting his hair into a messy bun and an apron over his clothes. "Sometimes..." I answered, plopping down on the floor. 

"Cool, wanna paint, then?" he asked, holding out a paintbrush. "Um, sure..." I said, walking over and grabbing a small canvas from his drawer. "What are gonna paint?" He asked, putting the tip of his brush in a beautiful shade of blue. It reminded me of Sal.

He has ruined it for me.

He ruined the color blue for me. 

Now every time there's a cloudless sky, crystal blue water, a sapphire stone, a morning glory flower, summer azure butterflies, and even the sweetest candy.

All of it, ruined for me. He's always in my mind. I can't get him out...

I wish I could. 

It's too big a burden to bear. 

(Originally posted March 19th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Hurt - Wattpad

[littlewalken]

Aug 31

To find where the shitty pictures of Sl*pkn*t moved to just look up their name with recent uploads. If I see any of y'all with your jumpsuits and masks over here I will get out one of those soap dispensers and put it on the hose, lol.

Moved all the band business over to it's own blog so when I get to uploading stuff by *rgy the bots hopefully don't come here.

And for those of you really wondering what it's like when rock stars come over to your house... Most have a 'holy shit you're not kidding' when they see the only place you can afford to rent and it helps keep the good people humble by reminding them of where they might have come from.

Sometimes they're just there for a little while hanging out while you politely stay out of the way and go about your business outside of offering non alcoholic drinks and snacks if you're the one adulting. Any music going on involves tuning and trying out a bass guitar that's going to be borrowed for awhile and maybe playing a few riffs at a reasonable sound level.

Or it's like 'photographer isn't here, what's your band's name, here's your photo CD.'

And the one time one of them came to Thanskgiving but he wasn't one of the tatooed crazy haired ones.

So yeah, movies and TV lie to you. One of the guys who visited had a song playing on the radio at the time, they still play it, and that we didn't give a shit and just new him as ___ probably helped.

And honest to Aziraphale I still don't listen to any of them. I couldn't even tell you if I've heard of any of them except radio guy because we always change the channel when that song comes on. Nothing against him or any of them, they're just autistic nightmares and a couple of them look like you can smell them thru the photos and if you tried to touch them they'd be sticky.

But all those kids with their big raccoon striped hair and neon color streaks and white dreads and giant pigtails full of crap were late to the aesthetic party. You all look like grown men who were mad at their hair in the early 2000s. Pretty sure they were men. None of the girls looked icky if you know what I mean.

With the bulk of the photo thing out of the way, the other blog posts will trickle in keep your jumpsuit on, I look forward to some sort of creative thing creeping in. Do have some writing I want to get to.

[rinadragomir]

Julie Plec and convenient diversity 🙃

Okay so when I found out they chose a British guy to play Dimitri I was a bit upset but in a super chill way cause 1)he looks fantastic 2) British accent kinda reminds me of Russian so I thought they not gonna have any problems with working on it.

Then my Tumblr friend made a post and I found out they erased that part of him. TV show Dimitri is not Russian anymore. I was kinda confused cause 1)then why would he have a Russian name👀 2)what about the fact that Rose spends the whole book in Russia, what about Roza, what about half of their jokes😟

BUT TODAY 🤡I FOUND OUT 🤡WHAT THAT PIECE OF HUMAN 🤡SAID ABOUT THAT CHANGE 🤡

Okay it's not a literal quote but it's almost it:

Dimitri is not Russian anymore, you'll be fine with it when you learn more about that amazing man playing his role.......It was important for us to convey the spirit of modernity, to show today's world with all the diversity of its cultural idiosyncrasies. Accent, origin and race do not matter because we are all part of the same community.

That clown living her clown life 🎪

Okay let's see

So she put 1) diversity is important, we all different and it's cool to show it AND 2)why diversity if we're the same person? 🥺 IN ONE FUCKING SENTENCE?!?!????!

Julie Plec literally said: OF COURSE diversity is important, we have Black Americans! Latins, Chinese guys...or not Chinese, I mean asian people = only Chinese right? And of course ...*whispers* I can't remember more..... um.....what? Turks? what is it? Turkey? Like ...Turkey on Thanksgiving day?🥺Yeah? Russian? Russia... sounds familiar where is it👀ugh nevermind some white dudes, they sound like British anyway

I forgot to mention I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST THE CAST they're babies and they do the best they can, their acting is the reason I watched that trailer✋they just do their job and do it perfect

I have BIG ISSUES with creators of this show

⚠️Before some of you start with your American "um bitch u know dat black people live in Turkey and British people live in Russia and Latin people live in Romania" I'll say: they definitely MIGHT live there, tho I've never seen anything like this in any of these countries (I live in one of them and I've been in two others

But after Dimitri being a British announcement, there's no way Rose is Turkish. No fucking way. No one actually cares about the diversity. Diversity is a thing ONLY when it comes to people who live in America.

When people from Turkey, Russia, Romania even slightly open their mouth EVERYONE SHUTS THEM UP with "um....white dudes talking again 😴we have Black and Asian people, others don't actually exist👁️👄👁️)

If you think that "WOW we have a cool beautiful black girl as a lead, finally some good fucking food, finally a WELL WRITTEN WOMAN OF COLOR"

no think again😍you really believe that a woman who thought "ugh....idk all of these Turkish and Russian....ugh language, traditions are so hard🥺" will MAKE AN EFFORT?! To write a proper black lead girl? Seriously? I have some news

If you look at the cast and think "we have a proper diverse cast! That's so great! Different cultures were so important in the books, I'm sure tv show creators will explore this topic even deeper" you're poor innocent silly soul, that's who you are.

👉🏻IT'S NOT ABOUT AN "AdApTaTiOn" IT'S ABOUT PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THESE BOOKS AND THEY DON'T WANT TO, BUT THEIR LITTLE DAMAGE BRAINS CAN'T COME UP WITH THEIR OWN NEW UNIQUE STORY (and even when they can, it's so fucking bad, no one wants to watch it), SO THEY TAKE A POPULAR TITLE AND MAKE THEIR OWN SHIT PRETENDING IT'S ALL THE SAME CAUSE THEY DIDN'T CHANGE CHARACTERS NAMES. 👈🏻

And a little reminder how people look outside of England and the USA for my beloved Julie Plec and people saying "real diversity is here, who needs these white guys on the screen" (Turkish, Romanian, Russian)

[mr-independent]

'its been a while bud,' you might be saying, 'whereve you been?'

Doing stuff. My life is busy as all hell lately, but hey at least i got a free neon yellow fitbit out of the deal. Ironically, yellow is one of my favourite colours and also one of the 2 (two) colours that i can't really see. Yes, I have tritanomaly. No, I don't understand how those two things can both be true, either.

Anyways it's Christmas in May, dear 4 followers that love these posts, so let's crack open a cold one for the boys and get right into it.

S2e4, Coach Santa:

-- why is Colin wearing a turkey hat? I thought that was an American Thanksgiving thing? (Edit: apparently people eat turkey on Xmas. I grew up so decolonized i asked my mom once why my friend Baz wore a t necklace when his name started with a B. Turns out it was a cross. All I know of Xmas comes from Santa depictions and Christmas themed tv show episodes lmao)

-- Isaac's Santa outfit is fucking Iconic

-- Keeley and the Diamond Dogs is such an underrated dynamic i love them so much

-- the immediate teamwork to put together the gift for Jamie is a cute little moment 🥰

-- the title callback to the weird claymation short thing is also a nice touch. Can you tell i love Xmas episodes bc i do. I'm also Jewish lol. And I love irony.

-- I keep forgetting Roy's sister is a surgeon. Also Sexy December 28th is hilarious, i really hope they stuck with it

-- what in the world is the Higgins kid doing with a surfboard in England???

-- the fact that nobody used to show up for Higgins Christmases until Ted showed up 🥰

-- the fact that Henry got his dad a dartboard, Ted's favourite thing to do with his own dad when he was Henry's age, hurts my heart

-- Everyone is wearing shoes indoors. Is that like. An English thing? Ted is too, is that also an American thing? I am. Horrified

-- 'this one is pre-cheekied' I love u Dani

-- Richard is like The French Stereotype and I love that for him lol

-- Roy is lactose intolerant and ate so much ice cream he shit his pants? Relatable king. Also his birthday was three weeks before christmas, making him a Sagittarius, for those so inclined to know

-- Dani and Zoreaux acting like they're gonna die in the trenches over a nerd gun war are such fucking nerds

-- how long, do y'all think, has Rebecca been doing this? I'd like to think it was a sneaky little tradition she hid from Rupert for years

-- 'theres two white people at the door and they're smiling' you go babe tell it like it is

-- look i get Keeley has long nails but pressing a doorbell with your whole palm is unhinged behaviour

-- 'let me fix my knee' *just fucking punches it into place* gotta say, Roy's getting more relatable by the minute. I too have fixed my janky knee by simply shoving it back into place

-- Keeley is wearing a crop top in December. Gotta love the commitment. Also Ussie guy has such long hair now wtf

-- gotta say i completely forgot Christmas Poppers were a thing. That's uh. Not what immediately comes to mind when someone uses the word poppers around me but hey that's just me

-- i forgot we so often get answers to our questions in this show. Rebecca has been doing this for years. I love when I'm right

-- Ted's 'right I'm the one with the accent here'... Ive lost track of how many times I've had that exact thought lmao

-- Love Actually! Good movie, love that Roy thought of that

-- Ted thinks singing is just talking an octave lower. Not surprising but funny nonetheless. And before you say it, yes i understand that was Jason Sudekis' solution to trying to sing in a different accent so he doesn't sound like Jason Sudekis but also. Adorable.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

So I found this article and I probably shouldn't have because now I'm mad:

Other than the fact that Bucky has never been a villain therefore he doesn't need a redemption, I want to talk about two of the reasons the author gives in his article because... well, they're fucking dumb. First this:

"This character wouldn't have done bad things if those around them hadn't treated them so bad" is a take I hear often to defend racists and homophobes and misogynists who claim a feminist once insulted them so they have no other option but to hate all women.

Walker is an adult with agency and a brain in his skull (a small one yes, but it is there). Anything that man does is his responsibility, no one else's. Do Sam and Bucky give him the cold shoulder? Yes. Wanna know why? Because this kid knew Sam had given up the shield and he still took it. Because this kid was live on national TV calling Steve "his brother". Because Sam and Bucky don't know this kid and yet he's talking to them like they're old friends. Because this kid is stupid enough to say he wants them all to work together because he wants "Cap's wing-men" by his side as if Sam and Bucky were sidekicks and not full grown adult men and heroes in their own right.

Walker is not a villain because he's treated as one. He's a fucking idiot trying to fill huge shoes he's completely incapable of filling and instead of being humble and accepting that he keeps his arrogance and his ignorance even before Steve's best friends. Of course Sam and Bucky don't like him, there's nothing to like.

Then the claim that Bucky "constantly belittled" Walker is laughable considering it takes Walker's attitude completely out of the picture and makes it seem like Bucky was rude out of the blue. Walker was an asshole for most of the time.

But the most pathetic claim in that point is to say that Bucky "let" the Doras fight Walker. Are you so hilariously delusional that you think the Doras wait for a white man to "let" them do anything?! They have agency, they went in there to get Zemo (not to fight) and Walker started talking to them about "pointy sticks" and jurisdictions and touched one of them. Of course they were going to fight him.

And the writer claims that since Bucky let the Doras fight Walker it is his fault he took the serum. Are we at the point where not only Bucky is blamed for shit he was forced to do but he's going to be blamed for shit other people have done too? Walker was of sound mind when he took it, nobody was forcing him to do anything, he willingly chose to take the vial and inject it on himself. And that's his fault no one else's.

Bucky was never an "enabler". I love Sam but what he did was wrong, Isaiah had been very clear about his situation: he lived in the shadows, he wanted to stay in the shadows, he never asked for recognition. Sam ignored all that and still brought his name to the public (according to the series Isaiah liked that, it doesn't make sense to me but fine I'll allow it, he could have changed his mind once he saw the exhibit, dunno) but when you meet someone and they give you very clear signs as to what they want for their lives then you act behind their backs to do something you think is better for them even if they have told you otherwise... you're not a hero, you're getting yourself involved in something that doesn't concern you and doing it without their knowledge or consent is wrong, no matter how you spin it.

Bucky honoured Isaiah's wishes of anonymity and yet he's called an enabler, as if he had any involvement in the torture and illegal imprisonment Isaiah had been put in.

The other points are stupid as well (typical blaming Bucky for the WS stuff) but these two irked me to no end because I hadn't read them before. It's like these people don't understand what they watch or they're browsing twitter as they watch the series and therefore only get a few superficial takes every now and then. But holy hell, it's 2021, can we please stop victim blaming already?

[chaoticbritishqueen]

Phrases I've overheard/said over my second year at Uni:

"I went out last night, and I only got sexually harassed once!"

"When they said free donuts here, I wasn't expecting a nightclub-" "a cafe maybe? But not a nightclub"

"A 53 year old man came onto me once, and asked me why its weird for 19 year olds to date men in their 50s- like dude, if their age ends in TEEN, skip it, your old enough to be their father."

"That's just basic white girl music" "BITCH, I'm Indian, I love Taylor Swift." "Oh I'm so indie look at me I don't know who Taylor swift is"

"Who developed CRISPR-cas9?" "Emmanuelle and Jennifer Doudna" "OOOOH THEY'RE WOMEN-"

"What size do bras go upto?" "Huh?" "Like D?" "D?!?! IF THEY ENDED AT D I WOULD BE FUCKED" "E?" "Higher" "REALLY!?"

"You really think that being Russian makes you a minority?!"

"My grandad's wife is Chinese! She taught me to use chopsticks" "wait... you're part Chinese?" "What, where'd you get that?!" "You just said your grandads wi-" "I WOULD HAVE SAID GRANDMA, why would I refer to my grandma as my grandads wife and not my grandma?" "Good point-"

"They're watching Grey's Anatomy in leacture" "mood" "they'll probably learn more from that than today's leacturer"

"GIGGLES STOP MAKING ME FUCKING LAUGH"

"Oh god I turn 20 next year." "Omg your so old" "wait she's old, I'm 28" "REALLY?!" "What year were you born" "2002" "2002?! I'm also 2002- YOU ALSO TURN 20 NEXT YEAR" " I FORGOT"

"I'M GOING TO TAKE AWAY YOUR RIGHTS!"

"It's spooky season bitches, time to make a viking funeral for a pumpkin"

"You somehow made shaggy sexy? I'm actually impressed."

"Why are you looking for a boy?!" "HE'S LOST AND ONLY 18"

"I love candy canes!!" "Me too!" "You can make the ends really sharp and threaten people with them :)" ".....WHAT?"

"STOP LAUGHING" "NO YOU STOP LAFFING" "wait... WE SWAPPED ACCENTS"

"OUCH, i don't even have a dick yet, and THAT still hurt my ghost penis"

"Isn't that one of the easiest unis to get into?" "Yeah, why's you think I go there?" "OMG-"

"You said strap on, Continue."

"My tragic backstory is that I have a TV in my room?" "No, it's WHY you have a TV in your bedroom" "oh"

"Hong Kong is the plymouth of asia. Umm no offence" "WOW... how bad is Hong Kong"

"You know what I thought when I first met you?" "What?" "Wow, this girl has a lot of hair"

"Pain and pleasure use the same parts of the brain. That's why knives are sexy."

"Sorry that we straight crimed you"

"I'm ace, not blind" "you should put that on a Tee-shirt"

I'm sorry, but any disappointment you have for me is on you for believing in me"

"I'm not sexy, but I can wink"

"Are you not attracted to leonardo Da Vinci?" "The turtle?" "NO...he means Dicaprio!!"

"I would kill for socks worn by lady Gaga, not into feet but it's Lady Gaga."

I have hairy toes..." "so do I!" "Hairy toe gang!"

"Can people stop falling in love with me?! Its getting ridiculous." "I've never heard of this problem before.." "I KNOW I SOUND SO VAIN, BUT LIKE CAN THEY STOP?! I don't want another awkward conversation!"

"This body is crispy"

"Imagine a watermelon! Wait no, that's too big. Imagine a small watermelon! And put it in a balloon of water and hit it against a wall. That's what happened to that brain"

"Can someone tell me when I'm gonna die from the covid jab? Because I'm on number three and still nothing yet? I'm bloody waiting"

"Sorry my hearing is shit" "side affect of being high?" "Huh?" "Side effect" "dude, I'm literally deaf-" "oh-" "Like Permnant hearing loss here"

"I'm not about to ask my 12 year old sister what kind of fanfiction she reads."

" if we have to accept the autism, then you have to accept being a furry. I don't make the rules."

“Where did we get to?” “Ah yes, tongues battling for dominance”

"to be fair, I'm closer to becoming an evil scientist than a platypus..."

"would you like a nipple clamp?"