#first three seasons really were batshit crazy sometimes

[waveridden]

thoughts on every cw show you've watched (a dark history i think we both share)

lily i wish you could hear the noise i just made when i saw this. god. okay. i’m going in approximate chronological order here. also an important piece of context is my mom did not let us watch ~adult tv~ until approximately 2010 so even though i am theoretically old enough to remember, like, one tree hill, i did not watch it.

also i’m putting this under a cut not out of shame but because it’s stupidly long but i’m putting the one everyone wonders about at the top (coincidentally i think it’s also chronologically first)

supernatural: meant a whole awful lot to me when i was a teen! ruby supernatural is how i figured out i like girls! i think i said this at the time but dean/cas canon (or. “canon”) means a lot to me not because i think it’s Good but because it was 14yo me’s wildest dream and i think sometimes our wildest teenage dreams deserve to come true. it’s a shitshow don’t get me wrong but it’s one that wormed its way into my brain and that in some ways i still care a lot about. i think it did a lot for my love of stories about families and about choice and free will like it was definitely formative and i’m cool with that. there are definitely dumber things that were formative for me

arrow: watched s1 while it was airing and i think i watched 3-4 total seasons on netflix. hot fucking garbage show. i think they had some interesting ideas in the early seasons - i like malcolm merlyn as a villain, i LOVE roy harper in this, thea queen is one of my favorite characters ever, there are lots of little things i could be kind about - but oliver is just such an irredeemable fucking bastard that it made the show unwatchable. also they put a jewish woman in a gas chamber, which is something i think we as a society need to talk about more???? in conclusion laurel lance i miss you

smallville: when i was in high school i bought the first season of smallville on dvd. i watched about half of it and never finished it. i do think it’s a fun concept tho and i like that it got to serve as sort of like... a proto legends of tomorrow situation where they could just throw random comics characters at you

the vampire diaries: bonnie was hot. idk i watched half a season and got bored

the flash: i watched the first... three-ish seasons while it was airing i think? i have a lot of fondness bc the flash is my dad’s favorite superhero and i genuinely think s1 is a lot of fun but man it went downhill huh. cisco ramon and iris west i love you and you deserve to be in a better show. also dc adaptations stop just randomly doing flashpoint challenge

izombie: rahul kohli i think of you every day. ravi/major was good. i remember not actually enjoying the first season but still being excited when s2 started and then like... not watching it. wasn’t arthur from merlin in this???

the 100: DEEP BREATHS. OKAY. the 100 was very important to me for a very long time and in some ways it still is because the first long fic i ever actually outlined and completed was for the 100, and that matters to me even though the show no longer does. however jesus christ what a fall from grace. like they even went from typical cw racist to just batshit levels of all the isms and phobias you could think of. i genuinely don’t understand how clexa is still in the public discourse at ALL like i get that fandom is overwhelmingly white and decided that they could look past the brownface but the violent homophobia isn’t great! also lily i know you know this but Justice For Jasper Jordan. that’s all

also i used to play this game in seasons 6-7 where whenever i saw an episode recap i would read it and it made me feel insane. did you know that in season 7 they went to a different planet? everyone was cryogenically frozen for like thirty years except for monty and harper (who had a DAUGHTER) and they went to a new planet. i’m not making this up. literal insanity. i’m foaming at the mouth as we speak

legends of tomorrow: i have seen season one of legends of tomorrow approximately six times. my url is a legends of tomorrow reference. i actually haven’t watched since s3 tho like i didn’t have cable/netflix for a while there and just... never caught up. it is such a perfectly ridiculous show. “we need to go back in time to make george lucas make movies so our historian is inspired by indiana jones!” “what if elvis’s guitar did necromancy?” stop wasting my time with talking and show me 45 minutes of that. lots of insane shit. nate heywood i think of you every day maisie richardson-sellers please call me

supergirl: i watched the pilot (fine) and the musical episode of the flash (honestly? pretty fun) and feel absolutely no desire to watch any more

riverdale: i watched the first season of riverdale and the reason i stopped watching was not related to the show itself, it’s because the roommate i lived with at the time who watched with me started making aggressive comments about the show being reverse racist and i removed myself from the situation. i really really want to watch it but i think you need someone to do it With you instead of doing it alone and tam keeps SAYING NO WHEN I ASK so idk maybe one day

crazy ex girlfriend: i never actually watched this but my roommate did and sometimes i would watch with her. there was a very smug quality to this show that really annoyed me? idk how to explain it. would not watch the whole thing tbqh. music was alright tho. i have referenced this moment in this song in way too many conversations that did not call for it

black lightning: i watched season one while it was airing and it was REALLY well done. i hope the future seasons were also good. anissa/grace fucking ruled we love a lesbian/bi relationship AND an interracial relationship with zero white people in it

also some bonus content for people who actually made it this far:

i have the wikipedia page for the cw open right now and i’m looking at all the kids shows, so i want to throw out there that 1) sonic x is the first fandom i remember being in 2) i watched a LOT of yugioh as a kid and i don’t care what anyone says yugioh gx fucking ruled and so did 5ds they really just went “what if we did it ON MOTORCYCLES” and i respect that 3) i watched the legion of superheroes cartoon with my dad and in retrospect it’s just stunningly fucking ugly but i loved it a lot when i was a kid

[artificialqueens]

i’m putting out my hand, you don’t wanna hold it (gigi x nicky) - ella

a/n - The aftermath of an almost relationship between the Nicky and Gigi post-show. Kind of a ‘what if they also had a branjie moment in s12’. Anyway, first angst AND first fic that’s over 2k words, yay!! Thank u to my amazing perfect beautiful beta @pink-grapefruit-cafe for correcting my tenses (as always) :> this is also posted on ao3, and feel free to hit me up here @dawningofdrag. Hope this was a decent comeback 💗

-

‘it’s weird seeing us flirt on national television’

Gigi’s heart skipped a beat when she heard her phone ding from the coffee table in front of her, already knowing who sent her the sudden text.

It was cold. It was the middle of March and the nonexistent heating of her apartment caused her fingers to shiver as she reached for her phone. The blankets that wrapped around her shoulders fell off as she reached out, feet kicking out of the bundle of fabric and placing themselves on her carpeted floor.

The latest episode of drag race had just finished airing, the commercials that came after it playing on Gigi’s flatscreen and it’s overproduced audio filled the small confinement of her living room. Their blatant flirting in untucked had just played on-screen mere moments ago, and the 22-year-old could already hear the intense screaming of the fans in her head. She turned off her notifications for Twitter and Instagram before the episode even aired, aware that the second the moment Nicky grabbed Gigi’s hand was televised everyone would go batshit crazy.

She opened her phone, tapping away until she got to her most recent text, the blue, red, and white heart next to the sender’s name all too familiar. Probably a little too familiar for Gigi’s liking.

It was the first time Nicky texted her since they spent summer together in LA last year, and the text preceding Nicky’s most recent one stung in a way the younger queen didn’t necessarily find appealing. The romantic nicknames and pink heart emojis brought back memories the American would rather forget.

-

“You’re beautiful,” Gigi whispered into the French queen’s ear, arms tightly wrapped around Nicky’s neck. The feeling of her bare, sweaty skin on hers elicited a loud moan from her swollen lips. “Fuck- right there-”

The empty hotel room Gigi called home for the past two weeks was now dim, the lamp by her bedside table the only source of light they had bothered to keep on. The plain white sheets were barely hanging onto the corners of the thick mattress they laid on, tank tops, vintage tees, and colored pants discarded by the foot of the bed. Hungry grasps and a desperate need for touch caused Gigi’s hotel room to look like a tornado passed through, but she didn’t mind. She was willing to clean up the mess they had created if it meant feeling the way she currently did, pressed tight to Nicky’s chest.

Their non-stop flirting on set the past two weeks had finally turned into more than just dirty jokes and accidental hand touches. Gigi had teetered on the edge of the limit she had set for herself for a while now, Nicky standing on the imaginary line with her.

But the second Nicky locked lips with her after the first elimination, the self-control she prided herself in turned nonexistent. The older queen had cupped her cheeks and leaned in and before she could stop herself, Gigi kissed back. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the french queen’s waist, holding tight and wishing the feeling she experienced once their lips met would last longer than the few seconds it lasted.

It all happened so suddenly. The hand holding, the kiss, the three hickeys on her collarbone Nicky created in the empty set bathroom before they rode the van back to the hotel. Gigi felt like she was dreaming with how quickly their relationship had escalated the past six hours. Before she knew it, their naked bodies had collided and fuck, it felt good.

Nicky moved quicker as she placed her hands on Gigi’s shoulders, her thrusts, powerful and quick. A loud whine escaped Gigi’s lips as she threw her head back into the pillow. The queen on top of her leaned down and claimed her with dark bruises on her prominent shoulder blades to accompany the ones left on her skin hours ago. Gigi writhed and moved underneath her, the collision of Nicky’s skin with her own enough to almost drive her over the edge. Her long nails dug into the older queen’s back as she savored in every movement Nicky’s hips made.

“So fucking good-” She heard Nicky exhale, her tan hands clutching her waist. Gigi looked up to meet her dark eyes, a shiver running down her spine. “So fucking beautiful.”

-

‘I know its kinda weird lmao’

Gigi set her phone down to take a deep breath, pulling back the fleece blanket around her, trying to find some sort of solace in the heat it provided. The thoughts of Nicky overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, crashing and breaking and ruining the sandcastle wall she’d built to protect herself. God, Nicky was going to be the death of her.

The thousands of memories she had shared with Nicky came in so quickly, and Gigi was pretty sure they didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon. Every waking moment she spent with the French queen replayed in her head, rolling like they were the videos in her camera roll she would find herself watching at three in the morning when she’s had too much to drink.

She heard her phone buzz, pulling her out of the trance she found herself in. She slowly moved to grab the phone that laid screen-side down, toying with its clear case before she found the courage to pick it up and read Nicky’s response. She took a deep breath and opened it.

‘do you miss it?’

“Fuck.” Gigi let the curse slip through her lips, mind going a million miles a minute.

-

“Why do you have to go back to New York?” Gigi whined, still not bothering to let go of her tight grasp on the older queen. Her words slurred a little, her droopy eyes meeting the French queen’s dark brown ones. “I wanna spend more time with you-”

It was chilly, the late-night breeze probably a bit too strong for Gigi who’d only worn a denim jacket and a vintage tee. The stars shone brightly above them, sky clear from the clouds that would soon arrive in the fall. She looked down at her hand that was wrapped firmly around Nicky’s, and just like that, she was warm. The interlocking of their fingers was enough for the low temperature of night to no longer bother her.

She looked at Nicky, and she thought about how she shone just as much as the clear, bright stars of the California summer.

The alcohol had hit her over an hour ago, the normal filter she’d put her words (and sometimes if needed, even her thoughts) was currently non-existent.

They had just spent a full night out in Los Angeles getting drunk at Showgirls and eating their body weight in greasy bar food. There was not a single regret in their minds. Well, none for the time being.  Those would probably come in the late morning.

All of a sudden, Nicky stopped in her tracks, turning to face the younger queen who stood next to her. She lifted her hands, trailing them up the pale queen’s body before cupping Gigi’s cheeks. She had drunk a little more than she planned on and it prohibited her ability to think before she did anything.

She pressed a kiss on the taller queen’s forehead, then her nose, and finally a longer, lasting one on her lover’s glossed lips. “You’re cute when you’re drunk. Do you know that?”

Gigi couldn’t hide the giggles that erupted from her mouth, looking away as her cheeks flushed. “You’re cute too.”

-

She stared at the blue cloud on her phone screen for longer than she’d be willing to admit, sitting back down as she thought of a way to reply without sounding… weird? bitter? desperate? The heavy feeling in her chest intensified the longer she thought of a reply.

Her emotions went haywire and she could already feel her fingers tremble. Her breath deepened with every inhale, bottom lip between her pearly white teeth. The loud commercials that played from her TV turned to background noise, the sentence displayed on her phone screen causing her focus to shift.

Maybe she was angry. Maybe she was furious.

But she missed Nicky. She missed Nicky more than she wanted to, and Gigi didn’t think she could deny that no matter how hard she tried.

They had ended whatever they had almost a year ago, but Gigi still found herself missing the way Nicky’s arms felt around her when they slept. Gigi missed the way her tan skin would shine under the bright California sun when they would sneak off to the beach after a long day of lounging around in the American’s shoebox of an apartment. She missed the way her dark hair would smell, the scent of her musky perfume that reminded her of the mornings where they held each other until the heat of the season pushed them away.

After what felt like hours of contemplation, Gigi finally responded to the text with simple words. She couldn’t bring herself to add more to it, afraid that saying too much could lead the conversation to places she didn’t want to go.

‘i do’

Gigi waited by her phone for a reply, her eyes constantly checking to see if her home screen had lit up to display her lock screen and the time. She got up to leave her finished glass of wine on the kitchen sink, attempting to distract herself from the reply she so anxiously waited for.

She jumped when she heard her phone go off, her hands reaching to grab the device like her life depended on the words written in Nicky’s response.

‘i miss it too, sometimes.’

-

Gigi thought of making Nicky lunch before she had to leave for New York.

She wasn’t a cook by any means, she never really enjoyed it simply because it was more work than purchasing food from the restaurants down the street from her apartment. But it was a special occasion, and the American thought there was no harm in a simple romantic gesture. She was head over heels anyway, and according to her judgement, there was no point in hiding it anymore.

She whipped up a pretty little sandwich for the older queen who was smoking a couple of cigarettes on the pathetic excuse of a balcony Gigi possessed in her apartment. Nicky sat on the one chair she could squeeze into the tight space, tan legs resting on the metal railing that was slowly getting colder the closer they got to fall. The younger queen took a couple of photos of the cross-cut she had carefully plated on one of the many three plates she possessed, posting the dish on her story before walking to her bedroom where the balcony jutted out across her unmade bed.

“- no it’s not! You know I’m not ready for that shit.” She heard Nicky exclaim from the balcony.

Gigi slowly walked up to her, watching her flick the ashes from her second cigarette into the vintage marble ashtray the younger queen had bought for Nicky when she heard she was coming. Gigi let a soft smile paint her glossed lips, more than excited for the reaction she could possibly acquire from the New York native.

“Of course we aren’t serious, Kandy.” Nicky scoffed, dragging a long inhale of the smoke as it filled her lungs and left it just as quick. “I don’t do the whole relationship thing, takes too much effort.”

“I just came here to have some fun! Let me hook up and have fun in peace, you bitch.” Nicky snickered, waving around her hands as she talked as if the person on the other side of the phone was right in front of her.

Gigi felt numb.

-

‘but i’m not ready for what you want and you know that.’

She had moved to her bedroom by the time the next message came to flash itself on Gigi’s phone screen. It was dark now, dim yellow fairy lights the only thing illuminating the cozy space in the dark winter night. She tried to distract herself even more from the blue cloud that littered her brain as she busied herself before bed. She didn’t bother replying the first time, fully aware where the conversation was leading to. She didn’t want to go there. Not yet. Gigi didn’t believe she was ready for it.

Her fingers still shook like they always did when she was too emotional, the quiver of her hands evident when she went to brush her teeth. She laughed it off the second she noticed, instead, focusing on the rest of her nightly routine that she deemed more important than the second text which was waiting on the bed she used to share. More important than the sinking feeling in her chest she tried to convince herself wasn’t there.

She had settled into bed before reading the latest text but her desperate attempts to keep her feelings at bay were failing her.

The grip on her black phone tightened, her manicured fingers hovering over her phone’s keyboard unable to conjure up a proper response. She felt a lump in her throat form as she held back the tears that sat by the edge of her light brown eyes, and she remembered the time she cried the same tears only months before. “Fuck you, Nicky.”

Gigi’s voice cracked as she whispered, gritting her teeth in order to suppress the great anger that was dying to leave her chest and into the phone in front of her. She couldn’t breathe, her vision blurred from the tears that were collecting in her eyes. She found herself choking on the sobs she held back, so she dropped the phone on her green comforter.

Fuck, she wanted to call her.

She wanted to call her and beg for another chance. Her fingers itched, wanting to pick up the phone once more and tap the call button. It was a risk that Gigi herself didn’t think she should take, but her brain lingered on the thought for a while. She knew she was getting desperate for the queen on the other side of the phone, and denying it didn’t help her at all. Fuck, maybe if they met again, if they spent another summer together in California, if her lips lingered a second longer on hers, it could change Nicky’s mind.

But instead of saying so, she replied.

‘i know.’

-

“What are we, Nicky?” The question left Gigi’s lips before she had realized it.

Nicky had ignored her since she heard the loud clatter of a plate dropping itself on the dresser by the balcony door.

The atmosphere inside the small apartment had changed drastically in the matter of milliseconds. Gigi scrubbed on the dishes harder than she usually did, closed the bathroom door much louder than normal, and you could hear her dismayed grunts when her hair didn’t sit on top of her head the way she wanted it to. Nicky had finished packing, rolling her large purple luggage by the front door when Gigi spat out the words she dreaded to hear.

“I have to go-” She avoided Gigi’s gaze like it would hurt her if they met eyes. The American walked closer to the smaller queen in front of her, picking at the skin around her thumbs to ease the myriad of thoughts that ran through her head a mile a minute.

“Nicky, please.” She spoke softly, but it was as if she was alone in the room. Nicky still refused to look at the younger queen and reply no matter how long she seemed to wait.

“Answer me,” Gigi spoke much louder now, her pain still somehow passing through the tough wall she tried to put up with her second request at a reply. She felt like screaming.

The room fell silent, Nicky not even daring to move. It was so quiet Gigi could hear the faint rumble of a motorcycle from the roads close by.

“Please.” Her voice cracked, eyes bloodshot from holding back in the tears that were itching to flow. She allowed only a single tear to stream down her face, fingers shaking as she subconsciously wrapped her hands around her lean frame. Gigi closed her eyes.

“You said you don’t want anything serious but you held me when I told you I was cold.” She called out, finally harboring the strength to keep talking.

“You held my hand when we walked around Sunset and you told me about your dreams when we ate breakfast.”  She continued, the tears from her light brown eyes now everflowing as she couldn’t find the willpower to hold them back any longer. Gigi wanted to stop talking in case it got her into waters so deep she wouldn’t be able to resurface, but she kept going.

“Gigi-“

“You wouldn’t come to California for me if you didn’t want me the way I want you.”

Gigi could start to feel the thick humid air that accompanied the coming autumn season, a heavy feeling on her shoulders starting to build up and cause her shoulders to slump.

She scoffed, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, already feeling the quiver of her hands as she brought them up. “For the past two weeks, we’ve spent every second together and only now do I realize-”  

Gigi took in a shaky breath. “- you’re fucking playing with me.”

“I am not-”

“But you are!” The brunette let out a laugh, bloodshot eyes meeting Nicky’s for the first time since the phone call. “I’m just some toy, huh? You think you can come and go whenever you please and you expect me to not get hurt?”

“I didn’t want you to get so attached-“

“Bullshit, Nicky.”

They stared at each other for what felt like hours, neither showing signs of backing down now that Nicky finally had the courage to face the younger queen. She grasped the handle of her luggage tightly, knuckles turning white at how hard she was holding onto it.

“I’m young, but I’m not fucking stupid,” Gigi whispered through her tears after an eternity of silence. She met the older queen’s eyes one last time before she watched her tan hands reach for the front door.

Nicky opened the front door and left.

-

‘you’ll find someone out there who will want the same thing you want, i promise.’

Gigi hated Nicky.

She hated Nicky with every fibre of her being, the pain and anger consuming her every thought when her brain would bring back their warm summer memories. She wanted nothing but for the pain to leave her exhausted soul and transfer itself to Nicky, make her experience the heavy emotions she’d carried on her back ever since Nicky had left to go back to New York. She felt her blood boiling at the thought of the way Nicky knew where to hold her when she needed to be held-

The way Nicky knew exactly what to say at any given moment, no matter the circumstance.

The way Nicky would press a kiss on her forehead and suddenly everything she worried about disappeared.

She hated Nicky, but fuck, she loved her too.

Gigi loved Nicky. She missed her, wanted her, loved her. And that was all she needed to stop hating her.

It was four in the morning when Gigi finally replied.

‘what if i want that someone to be you.’

[theyearoftheking]

Book Sixty-Seven: Hard Listening

“I will swear on a stack of Bibles that Stephen King is the most gracious man I’ve ever seen in the flesh. No matter where I’ve traveled with him, obsessive fans have swarmed him out of nowhere, sometimes in frightening numbers, and occasionally with outrageous levels of aggression. Yet Steve has always gone beyond the call of duty to give them what they think they want: a piece of the magic he carries inside him like a glowing nugget of radium. Stephen is an example to everyone who ever reached their dream, or went beyond it. I only wish other “stars” could see how he handles his fame.” -Greg Iles

Some Constant Readers know Steve was part of a band called the Rock Bottom Remainders for twenty years. He joined other authors like Greg Isles, Ridley Pearson, Matt Groening, James McBride, Amy Tan, Mitch Albom, Dave Barry and Scott Turow in making “music”. I knew of the band, but maybe I didn’t know how terrible they were. The name of the band alone should indicate they never took themselves too seriously. For those that never worked in a bookstore, remainders are the books stacked on tables when you first walk into the store: books marked way down that no one really wants to buy; but sometimes you find a hidden gem. 

The band typically played at literary festivals or conventions (they did play at the opening of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame); and all their proceeds went to charity. They’ve changed up the members of the band over the years, but the main requirements for participation are being a published author, and being a terrible musician. They did have guests (ie: real musicians) play with them from time to time. One of them was Warren Zevon, of Werewolves of London fame. Steve went on to dedicate Doctor Sleep to Warren, which was a fun connection I wouldn’t have otherwise made. Warren encouraged Steve to play like Keith Richards. It didn’t end well. 

But here are some fun things I learned:

1. Scott Turow doesn’t have a spleen. And the band members seemed to constantly forget this after drinking. So, one night Scott wrote, “No spleen” on Dave Barry’s arm. Dave woke up the next morning, freaked out he had been the victim of an organ harvesting heist. 

2. Amy Tan is more than just a crazy talented writer. She also has an inner dominatrix that she channels on-stage. Fifty Shades of Tan, if you will.  The pictures are absolutely priceless.

3. Dave Barry is fucking hilarious. I had always pigeon-holed him as a boring white guy that other boring white guys found entertaining. But his chapter had me laughing out loud. Not just lol-ing, as the kids say. 

4. Stephen King fans are batshit. There was a story about a fan who had started her fingernails on fire at a performance and waved them around to get Steve’s attention. There was another incident when Steve was tuning his guitar in the hotel lobby (to save time once the band got to the venue) and he basically caused a riot. I mean... if I walked into the Radisson and found Steve plucking away, there’s a one-hundred percent chance I’d lose my shit. Yes, I’d be part of the riot. 

While the book was full of funny essays and excerpts from the road, there was a whodunnit chapter called, “Can Anyone Out-Stephen Stephen King?” The premise was simple: Stephen King, Greg Isles, Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson all wrote a short story in the style of King, and then people had to guess which one was the real King. After a year of reading (almost) nothing but Steve, my fans will be proud to know I guessed the real King. They were all fun to read and very well written. I was also reminded how much I like Greg Isles, so there’s that. 

This is a quick read and very funny; I’d highly recommend it for fans of any of the Remainders. 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 42

Total Dark Tower References: 62

Book Grade: B+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Wizard and Glass: A+

11/22/63: A+

Under the Dome: A+

Needful Things: A+

On Writing: A+

The Green Mile: A+

Hearts in Atlantis: A+

Full Dark, No Stars: A+

Just After Sunset: A+

Rose Madder: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

Stephen King Goes to the Movies: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

Bag of Bones: A-

Duma Key: A-

Black House: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

The Dark Tower: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Blaze: B+

Hard Listening: B+

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

Wolves of the Calla: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Song of Susannah: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

From a Buick 8: B

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon: B

The Colorado Kid: B-

Storm of the Century: B-

Everything’s Eventual: B-

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

The Wind Through the Keyhole: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Cell: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Desperation: C-

Insomnia: C-

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Faithful: D

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Lisey’s Story: D

Christine: D

Dreamcatcher: D

The Regulators: D

The Tommyknockers: D

Next up is Joyland, which was a re-read for me; like the rest of the books in the challenge. We’ll just refer to these next eleven books or so as The Golden Years of Steve. But the re-read was worth it, and it has one of my favorite lines ever. Stay tuned!

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights, Rebecca 

[sassy-pelican]

Long ass GoT rant

I’m super bored and really don’t want to work on Trig/PreCal. So I am going to rant about various theories I have about the ending of the HBO series and possibly the books - if George R.R. Martin every finishes them. 

!! WARNING !! SPOILERS AHEAD !!

Alright, my first theory is of Jamie and Cersei and their may or may not be real baby. My personal opinion is that she told Jamie she was pregnant in a pathetic last effort to get him to stay after she spilled her plans about not helping Dany and Jon with the Wights. Jamie - as any person with a fucking brain would - thought she was batshit crazy and was like ‘fuck this I’m out’. So theory 1: She is pregnant and will die in childbirth or a pregnancy complication. Theory 2 - my favorite: She isn’t pregnant and as said in the witches prophecy vis flashback, one of her brothers will half to kill her. Now that being said, I love Tyrion, hell I am Tyrion sometimes, but I really don’t want him to kill her. Since he already killed his father (I will talk about this later) his role in the destruction of the Lannister bloodline has been fulfilled. That means that Jamie has to be the one to kill her. Personally I think this is more George Martin’s style, it has way more drama and inner turmoil. I’m not even going to entertain the idea that she lives because that bitch needs to die. 

*wipes sweat from forehead* Alright let’s continue. 

Okay, so a small theory I have about Tyrion is that isn’t a true Lannister. This idea I caught somewhere online and my imagination ran with it. Before Tyrion was born Tywins wife - who I don’t know the name of - was captured by the Mad King. Since everyone knows the Mad King is a sick fucking bastard my guess is he raped her and she became pregnant. As everyone knows - I hope - the Targaryen crest is a three headed dragon. It was assumed that the three heads were represented by Daenerys and her brothers, but what if it wasn’t. In the season finale in one of the shows famous sexplanation, we find out that Jon is really a Targaryen himself. Coincidence, I think not! Daenerys, Jon, and Tyrion all team up by the finale as well, each one representing a specific role. Daenerys: the ruler, she oversees everything. Tyrion: the governing hand, he knows politics and how to navigate them. Jon: the military leader, he knows how to command armies and how to fight in and against them. Together all three of them make a whole, so ... I think Tyrion is an unknown bastard of the Mad King. This not only completes the three headed dragon but also makes sense since Tyrion never felt kinship with his own family. They even called him the bastard of the family without merit. 

Now on to my largest and final theory - for now; who will sit on the Iron Throne. Before I go on I want to make something clear, I love Daenerys, Jon, and Tyrion. On all of the character quizzes I have taken I have always been one of those three. Moving on ... Personally I have not seen this theory anywhere, and wish to convey it. Like I said I love the misfit Targaryen trio, but I don’t think any of them will take and keep the Iron Throne, at least not alone. The one person I am sure will have a throne of some fashion is Sansa. Throughout the entire series she is the only character whose role has not changed. 

In the beginning, Sansa was meant to be wed to Joffrey and become his queen. Thankfully that fell through. Then in the time between then and Tyrion she was pursued by Baslish - ew - and him being the ambitious snake he was he was bound to start a coup to overthrow the Lannister rule. Since Sansa was only wed to Tyrion out of spite and panic that brief period doesn’t mean much. However, afterwards when she escapes - bad break on her part - and is shipped off to Ramsey. *cringe* Now, as bad a Balish was Ramsey was worse, a storehouse of wildfire worse. There is no way in hell he wasn’t going to try for the Iron Throne as well, and officially making Sansa his queen since she was his first wife. Even after his death, she was filling in the role Queen in the North when Jon came back, and after he left to talk to Dany she became fully seated in that role. Never once was she not ultimately in a place to become queen. 

The circumstances being what they are, she also had the mind of a queen. Let’s not forget that before Cersei hated her, she taught her a lot. As much as I hate Cersei, she was no fool. Sansa learned a lot from her, mainly how to act like the meek submissive wife to a king while secretly ruling over him in the background. Sansa also learned this from Margery - or however you spell it. From the day she left Winterfell she was groomed to a queen. 

With all that said, I don’t know if she will end up on the Iron Throne or not. She may simply be the Queen in the North. But, with Danys track record of keeping the places she conquered I have say the outlook for her is not very good. 

Now in perfect world the ending would look like this: 

Dany has the Iron Throne with Jon at her side and Tyrion as her Hand. 

Sansa has the North and is essentially co-queens with Dany. Arya as her Captain of the Guard or something. 

Theon’s Sister - Yara? - ruling the Iron Islands from Pike with Theon as her advisor or military leader.  

But this George R.R. Martin and Game of Thrones, the likelihood of that happening is about the same as me suddenly getting my Hogwarts letter at 19, very, very, very, very, very, slim. 

Anyway, I’m done, finished, whatever. Please tell me your thoughts and share your own theories. 

in fire and blood - sp

[crzcorgi]

One Fateful Night

This is a request that I got eons ago from the beautiful @prettyepiic! I have to apologize for taking so damn long, but I started this, then sat on it for months! I decide to pick it back up and see if I could do it justice.

This is far from finished, but I want to put feelers out to see if it’s good enough to continue.

No warnings for this chapter, but eventually NSFW

Negan x Reader, Jason Crouse X Reader, John Winchester x Reader

2200 words

@negans-network

What do a high school coach, a disbarred lawyer/ investigator and a hunter of supernatural beings have in common? You might think nothing, and most would agree. Except for one special lady, that brought them together for one spectacular night that none of them will forget.

 What brought them here, to some hole in the wall bar, is a mystery.  But what drew them together isn’t. You walked through the door like you owned the place, because, well, you did. One day you received notice that your great uncle Henry had died, an uncle you never knew existed. And he left you his pride and joy, Henry’s Watering Hole. Yeah, real original name. But you kept it, as it did have it’s regulars who didn’t like change.

 You took to being a barkeep like a fish to water. It was like it was your true calling. You spent all of your time there, even moving into the tiny upstairs apartment. You gradually made some changes, mostly just updates that we’re necessary to pass the health inspections.

 You enjoyed the customers, mostly workers from the nearby shipyard. Sometimes things would get a bit rowdy and you take out your uncle’s peacekeeper, an old wooden bat with the name “Lucy” painted on it. Everyone knew you’d use it, as you had before.

 Occasionally, Henry’s would get some outsiders, just passing through town. But it was rare. So when you had 3 strangers in one night, eyebrows were raised.

 “So, what can I get you stranger?”

 “Well, doll, I’ll just take whatever’s on tap.”

 After you set his beer down, he grabbed your hand. You quickly pulled it back.

 “Sorry doll, just wanted to ask your name.”

 You pointed to a sign one of your regulars had jokingly changed up. Henry’s crossed out, with Y/N’s replacing it.

 “Y/N, hmm, fits you doll. I’m Negan by the way.”

 “Negan, that’s different. First or last name?”

 “Just the one name, easier to remember when you’re screaming it.” Giving you a wink and smirk.

“You’re quite forward, Negan.”

 “You think, doll? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

 “Very little makes me uncomfortable, Negan.”

 He watched you walk over to one of your other customers, another of the strangers.

 “Can I get you something?”

 “I’ll take a Guinness, please.”

 “Gotcha.” And you couldn’t help but stare. Not only was this man gorgeous, he looked very familiar, but you couldn’t place it.

 After you placed the coaster and then the glass down, you felt the need to introduce yourself. “I’m Y/N, what brings you to these parts?”

 “Jason, and to be honest, I’m not sure what drew me here. I was on my way back home when something brought me to this bar.”

 “Strange, you’re not the only foreigner here tonight.”

 “Hmmm.” He nodded at you.

 Moving on to the next newcomer, you set a paper coaster down, startling him from a leather bound book he was engrossed in. “Sorry to make you jump, what can I get ya?”

 “Uh, just a beer, sweetheart.” He looked at you quickly, then went back to his book.

 “Okay, be right back.” And once again, you had a strange feeling about him, sending shivers up and down your spine.

 As you placed his beer down, you again felt a pull to introduce yourself, “I’m Y/N, and I’m just curious what brings you to these parts? We don’t get too many outsiders.”

 “Uh, John.” He seemed a bit hesitant, almost as if he didn’t want to speak. “And honestly, I’m not sure why I’m here. I was about an hour away and something drew me here.”He smiled at you, dimples on full display.

 You started to say something when you heard a voice.

 “Doll, refill?”

 You brought a fresh tap over to Negan. “Here you go. Sorry, we’re kind of busy tonight “

 “S’ok doll, if it quiets the fuck down, maybe we could chat a bit, mhmm?”

 Jesus, what is happening here? You’re mind was spinning from the thoughts and feelings that you were experiencing from these three strangers. Each one affecting you differently, but why? What was happening? Who were these men, these strangers? And why were they so familiar?

 “Maybe, Negan, kinda straight out here.”

 “I’m a patient man, baby.” He said with a wink.

 You went into the backroom, I need to get a grip. This feels like the fucking Twilight Zone!

 Grabbing your purse and letting Joe, your bartender, know that you needed a break, you headed out the backdoor for a smoke.

 You lit up, looking up at the clear night. It was chillier than when you first came in, making you shiver.

 “It is getting cold, guess it comes with the changing seasons.”

 “Good God, you scared me!” It was one of the strangers, Jason, you thought.

 He moved a bit closer. While normally you’d move away, you somehow felt drawn to him.

 “Sorry, darling, didn’t mean to startle you. I see we had the same idea.” He pointed to the cigarette in your hand.

 “Yeah, I don’t usually ​take a break when it’s this busy. But tonight is batshit crazy, I’m kind of freaked out. And I don’t have a clue why I’m telling you this.” You shook your head, looking up at this stranger that is making you question your sanity. “Are you feeling it too?”

 “Yes, I am, darling.” He walked even closer, his hand coming up to touch your cheek softly. You leaned into it, feeling the warmth.

 The sound of broken glass snapped you out of the trance you were in. “I’ve got to get back in there, sounds like they need help.”

 Turning back towards the door, you risked a glance back at him. He was stepping on his cigarette butt, but looked at you as if he sensed your eyes on him.

 “I’ll see you back inside, Y/N.”  And he smiled, and you swooned.

 Jesus Christ, get a grip!

 Walking back inside, you realized it was quiet, almost too quiet. Yes, it was near closing, but you usually spend a good half hour shooing customers out the door.

 “If you don’t need me, I’m heading out, Y/N, okay?” Joe yelled to you across the bar.

 Hesitating, your internal monologue going wild, it’s fine girl! They’re harmless!

 “Yeah, it’s fine Joe. Thanks for all the help, have a good rest of your night!” You waved to him.

 As he stepped out, Jason stepped back inside.

 “Oh, are you closing?” He asked looking around at the now empty bar.

 “As soon as you three gentlemen are finished, then yes. Would you mind locking the door and turning off the sign, Jason is it?”

 “Sure thing darling.” Winking, he turned to do the tasks you had asked of him.

 “So, doll,” Negan had moved a few stools down to where you were cleaning up the cutting boards. “So, what do you like to do after closing? Got a man you go home to?” The way he said it, you were sure he knew the answer already.

  “What I want to do, and what I will be doing are two totally different things, Negan.” And you winked at him, not understanding what came over you. Shit.

 “So what is it that you want to do doll? Maybe I can help you out with it?” And he winked back.

 What’s with all the winking?

 “Well, I would like to have a nice relaxing evening, but that won’t happen. After I close here, I have to work on the books, repair a broken toilet in the ladies room. And do laundry for tomorrow.” Looking down towards the floor, you mumbled under your breath. “ This is when I want a man.” Thinking they wouldn’t hear you. But you should have known, the only time a man does hear you is when it might possibly benefit him!

 When you brought your head back up, all three men were standing on the other side of the bar, just staring.

 “Uh, can I help you?”

 Leaning in towards you, Negan spoke first. “I don’t know about these other fuckers, but I think I can certainly help you doll!” His tongue darting out across his bottom lip. “I’m damn fine with laundry!”

 That wasn’t exactly what you were expecting him to say, but help with the laundry would sure be welcomed.

 “Okay, that would be awfully nice, Negan. But don’t you have someone waiting for you?” You didn’t know why but you were so hoping he would answer no.

 “Free as a fuckity fucking bird dollface!” A big smile spreading across his oh so handsome face.

 “You know, I’m rather adept at numbers, maybe I can take a look at your books?” Jason spoke up sliding onto the stool next to Negan.

 The smart side of your brain was screaming WTF?! He could be a crazed killer! Either one of them! But, like always, the not so smart side spoke.

 “Wow, really? I so hate working on that part of the business. I would be grateful!”

 “Sure, darling. Just let me finish my drink and then you can show me to the office.” He held his glass up to his lips, a slight sideways smile appearing as his eyes never left yours.

 “I’m pretty handy with tools.”

 “Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” Your hands came up to your chest as you looked over at the third stranger, John?

  “Sorry sweetheart, it’s part of my job to be quiet.” Then he laughed, a sweet sexy laugh. “I could take a look at your toilet if you’d like?”

 Was this a dream? A freaking hidden camera show? Who were these men? And why did you seem to trust them?

 “Uh, yeah, that would be great!” This night was turning out much better, albeit stranger, than you thought.

 You got Negan set up with the laundry, Jason went into your office, pouring over your books. And John not only was fixing the broken toilet, he said he would check out why the water pressure was so low.

 You told them to come upstairs when they were finished as you needed to feed your cats. As you sat on your couch, you began pondering about what just went down. Three strangers in your bar, all in one night. Why were they here? What brought them? And why were you attracted to them? All 3 of them?!

 A knock at your door drew you out of your thoughts. As you made your way to the door, you straightened your top, fixing your hair in the mirror you passed. What am I doing?

 You opened the door to all 3 men, stepping back to let them enter.

  “Doll!” Negan bellowed as he stepped inside. “Laundry is all fucking folded and ready for tomorrow!” He went and sat in a kitchen chair, stretching out his long lean legs, letting out a big sigh.

 Jason stepped in with John right behind him. “Books like fine darling, just a few mathematical errors but it doesn’t effect anything.” He joined Negan in sitting.

 “Toilet’s fixed, and just a few turns with a wrench and your water pressure is up to snuff.” John just stood near the door, looking a bit uncomfortable.

 As you made your way over to the counter, you spoke over your shoulder. “Any of you boys need something to eat? Drink?”

 They all said no and then looked at each, as if silently speaking. Okay, not too creepy.

 Negan spoke. “Doll, we all were discussing tonight, how fucking odd it is that we all were drawn to your little hole in the wall. Then we agreed how drawn to you we are. And we,”  He stood up, walking towards you and making you simultaneously nervous and turned on. Standing next to you, he leaned down to your ear and whispered. “believe you are fucking drawn to us the same way, hmmm?” Chills running up and down your whole body.

 You didn’t dare move, frozen in your space. You eyes darting to all 3 men, their eyes never leaving yours. What do I do, say?

 Jason stood up, making his way over also, standing on the over side. “We certainly are all feeling some sort of connection, don’t you think?” His eyes, looking into them, made you feel almost hypnotized. Until John spoke up.

 “So,” he said as he walked over. “we have a proposition.”

 You were now surrounded by these three men. These incredibly handsome strangers that just seemingly dropped into your life. Strangers that the smart part of your brain would tell you to get rid of. But oh no, the stupid part of your brain kicked the smart side to the curb hours ago.

 Suddenly feeling emboldened, you placed one hand on Negan’s cheek, the other on Jason’s, an almost silent moan escaping your mouth when you felt both of their scruff. With eyes moving from Negan to Jason finally settling on John’s, you purred,

“So what is this proposition?”

[spectrumscribe]

how did you like the new episode!

Just watched it, and oh am I fucking salty.

I live reacted to the happenings in the episode as I watched it, so you can all see my opinion form as it did.

Read on below, spoilers for folks who haven’t seen Season 5 episode 1 yet.

Nice to see that Raph and Casey are still The Worst andbeing bros now where’s my jonatello friendship

Cults in the sewers. Nice.

They all look like ET tho.

Raph continues to be Casey’s self-restraint, which he sorelyneeds more of.

And cut to the opening sequence.

Okay so personally speaking, as a big fan of cowboy-bebop, I’mkind of digging the new opening? I mean they forgot Casey in it, but I like themusic. The animation could be better, but eh, I’ll take what I can get at thispoint.

Love how there’s nofucking continuity with the fact that they just lost their fucking dad. Fuckthis.

Why aren’t they mourning. Christ.

On the other hand, fanboy Leo is back. I like this Leo betterthan hero Leo by about 100%.

“-too disturbing forkids.” – right up my alley, then.

Okay so idk if anyone else feels this way, but captain Ryan’sbehavior and characterization reminds me of a certain other leader who needs to quite slapping around his team members. (emotionally and physically.)

That’s probably not what they’re trying to metaphor here,but you know, I can have my own opinion.

“-so Casey Jones andhis sidekick Raph gave chase.” – Casey you are a blessing to us all.

Love how pissed Raph is in this shot.^^^

Apparently Donnie has sensors in the sewers, and bothers tokeep track of the homeless population. Interesting. Would’ve been nice if they’dbrought this in earlier in theseries, when it would’ve been more useful.

EY IT’S CULT TIME NAUGHTY CHILDREN HOORAY

Why are there so many caverns under the city omg

FURBIES

FUCK FURBIES DONNIE WHY DO YOU HAVE THOSE

April’s powers are amazing and I love her?? So much.

WHY FURBIES THOUGH. DONNIE FUCKING WHY.

Does anyone else have irrational fear of those? Or that awestern side of the world thing.

oh god so many furbies everywhere

I’m enjoying the team ups. It’s a good change from theusually ‘b-team’ ‘a-team’ nonsense. Leo+Mikey and Donnie+Raph gives better roomfor their individual dynamics to shine. Plus you know, the team humans (if Aprilcan be really counted for that) deserve some time off from their crazy mutantfriends.

Chanting time. Lovely.

Guys no don’t interrupt chanting time, that’s rude.

Someone tell that alien-thing to wash its mouth out, who knows where Mikey’s hands have been.

You would all be dead 3000x over if not for Donnie’sinventions. Be grateful you little shits.

Oh they’re immortal-ish. Great.

Ah fuck there goes Mikey again. Why do they always do thisto him.

Jesus Christ his arm. Leo’s arm.

AH HA THE POLICE

Do these men even knowwhat shit goes on in this city.

Moving to the lair and-

THAT’S NOT HOW YOU FIX A DISLOCATED ARM I SWEAR TO GOD

I KNOW FIRST AID. THAT’S NOT HOW YOU DO IT.

Leo would be in so much pain, my god. I hate the blatant disregardof reality in this show sometimes. (fictional setting, yes, but still.)

Casey hates magic? Anyone remember him saying that before? Idk. (maybe something to do with him getting cursed last season? probably.)

Mikey no. This isn’t Ghost Busters. yet

Oh lovely, more domestic abuse. Fucking love that.

Had to stop the video, Jesus Christ. Wow I hate this showsometimes. Like right now. Fucking GOD.

“What did I tell youabout the imagination thing? Focus!” - what the shit Raph, what is yourdamage?? You hit Mikey out of the blue, fortaking a moment to imagine something? They’re not in battle, Mikey’s not inthe middle of an important conversation, the fuck is wrong with him thinkingabout something else for a moment?

^^^One of these days, this kid is going to fucking snap, and I amgoing to support him in his rage. (also, @redworld96 for the awesome video links. thanks for those.)

Once again, Donnie is the one who figures things out. Maybe they’llthank him this time around. spoilers: they didn’t

Oh no. The angst moment. I knew it was coming.

“Do not be sad, my son.”-SPLINTER YOU ARE DEAD, WHY THE FUCK WOULDN’T HE BE.

Had to pause again, because FUCK. Here we go with the bullshitty nonsense where Splinterappears to exactly one kid, and one kid only, even when he has three other sons and a daughter, PLUS theother two humans he basically adopted.

Yeah, just show the fuck up Splinter and tell your grievingkid not to be upset you’re dead and have left them with minimal training and noguardian. Fucking sure.

My god I hate this. Telling them you’re always with them does not make it so. Holy fuck that’s nothelpful at all you’re just driving him crazier.

Oh and now he’s gone. SEE I TOLD YOU. AND LEO TELLS FUCKINGNO ONE ABOUT IT. HE’S GONNA HAVE LIKE TEN KINDS OF COMPLEXES WHEN HE GETS OLDERAND I WON’T BLAME HIM FOR IT.

Why won’t you kids just communicate how you’re all feelingfor once? FOR. ONCE.

Ninja time it seems. Nice to see them acting like a team, even though their ‘leader’ is keeping secrets. Ithink I’d personally be pissed if a sibling of mine kept the fact that our dead father was still sort of around and able to talk to us. What the shit.

I’m already tired of this. le-fucking-sigh.

Why are there so many weird caverns under NYC. Seriously. There’sa whole canyon, and now a cult cavern too. How have the people of NYC notnoticed this.

Love how Tigerclaw’s reaction to his master dying is tostart a cult. Bruh, fucking same.

But where did the weirdo ET’s come from.

Leo is visibly struggling with being a leader. I can feelanother arc all about him coming up. Yikes™.

Captured again. Beautiful. Now see? This is why Splinter’s whole “I have taught you all I know” was a fucking lie. They clearly do not know everything he had to teach them, andtelling them they did was really shit parenting and sensei-ing.

Honestly, Splinter at the end there was just shit allaround. Continued once again by him visiting only Leo, and not sparing even a peep to his other grieving kids. It’sofficial, 2014/16 Splinter is the best splinter, and 2003 Splinter was milesbetter than 2012 him. And- 2012Splinter is now on par for shittiness with 2007 Splinter, which I did not thinkwas possible. Ta-fucking-da.

“-so we can beat youagain?” – Leo exactly who is captured right now? You. It’s you. You are notbeating anyone here.

Wow. The ET’s are Mole people. Why am I not surprised.

When in doubt summon a demon. I can abide that. I’d do it ifI had nothing to lose.

Seriously how does New York not notice how batshit theircity is.

Shit. Shit.

Demons. Holy fuck.

I have a small crush on the dragon dude. I’m really digging his design. #it’snotbeingafurryifit’sscaley

I’m laughing bc Kravaxas definitelywants to murder TC for this. You can just hear it in his voice.

Hi yeah I’m down for the demon villain. I’m a sucker forthem, 100%.

Mikey can’t catch a break this episode. Poor sot.

Oh ho ho shit,Kravaxas really hates TC.

Why can’t Donnie do anything ever? Why won’t they give himthat?

At least everyone’s getting the same treatment.

Get fucked, Leo.

OH HEY. PEOPLE SHOWING CONCERN FOR DONNIE. A thank you to Raphand Casey for giving a shit, for once.

Slow-mo oh no. Thank god for red heads.

April is better than these people deserve. But fuck, not more people trying to use April fortheir own ends. Christ, can’t the narrative let her have control of herself/herlife for once?

The amount of murderous intent in Kravaxas’ voice is myfave.

Oh yup. There it is. Leo asking Donnie to solve theirproblems. Again. And no thank you insight, not for this favor or the work he did earlier.

“Can we get our handson, say, two or three dozen tanks?” – Casey. No.

At least I got some jonatello interaction, even if it wasextra stress on Donnie’s part.

April can read minds now? What??? That might be a problem,since she semi-lives with five teenage guys, lmao.

Why does TC love Shredder so much? Idk. Maybe they were athing, somehow. With the pairings this show comes up with, I’m not surprised byanything anymore.

Aaaaaaaaaand fade to black.

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Overall opinion? Salt.

I’m firmly in the part of the fandom, small as it seems tobe, that sees a good portion of the brother-brother dynamics as abusive, and I didn’tenjoy the moment between Raph and Mikey atall. It’s frustrating for me to watch, and it only fuels my vitriolicopinions on things. Hated that part, same as all the other parts in the seriesthat’ve been the same content.

Plus, Donnie being asked to solve everything for everyoneyet again. He looks so tired, give him a vacation and a restraining order onhis family.

The other parts were sort of… meh, for me? I mean, I’m happy for more canon content to fuel mywriting, but it didn’t give me anything in terms of emotion? Besides anger.

Like, there’s been zerocontinuation on the fact that their actualfreaking dad just died. You don’t just moveon like that. No one except Leo, because of course it was just Leo, showed any sort of mourning emotions overtheir dead dad. They’re seventeen maybe,and on their own in a world that wants them dead.How the hell are they supposed to just pick up and carry on fine like without any sort of grieving process?

0/10 for emotions, continuity, and satisfying content forme, excluding this-

-because Mikey deservesto get mad. If they ever address the amount of anger he’s got stored up in him,and do it properly, I’ll be over thefucking moon. But likely, even if they did, they’d devalue his legitamentfeelings, and tell him to get over it and grow up. Fuck canon for making meexpect exactly that sort of low quality writing.

Just. Augh.

So far, I liked onemoment in this episode, and it was only because it made me justifiably angry. That’s notexactly a resounding applause on my part of things.

Here’s to hoping they pull a hat-trick out their asses,because I’m not expecting anything good from this season so far. (I have hopesfor the vampire arc, but oh they are wishful ones.)

[tardytothepardy]

*blargh*

Lately I’ve been purging all of my vld stuff out, which means a bit of archiving (not a lot because back when i was in the fandom i basically looked at what other people made and didn’t make much of my own) and changing usernames and profile pictures, just to completely wipe vld away. I got all the vld funkos for christmas last year or something, but by now I’ve put them away.

I almost feel bad about doing some of it, because I spent either time or money on voltron-related things (not clothes though, because I was fearing when I would inevitably lose interest and still feel like I had to wear something I didn’t like. Which was still a concern for me when I got a bunch of mha shirts, but I guess I didn’t care as much? Idk) but I don’t think that’s completely justified. I mean, people are allowed to lose interest in things. I’ll admit-- I’m still pretty mad about the way it ended, and I have just a bit to say about it, but at this point I just don’t think about it. 

The more difficult thing to put away are the various posters I got relating to vld. They’re not very big, but some of them are framed. I intentionally framed the first one I got, because I liked it so much, but the next three I got, my mom kinda pressured me into framing them, even though they weren’t nearly as significant to me. Added with the fact that we move a lot, I thought it was extra hassle, but flash to present day, they’re framed. I mean, where can I put those? Probably in my closet, honestly. 

This kind of thing makes me worry a little bit about how I’m going to react to fading out of interests in the future, as I inevitably will. What the ever-loving hecc will I do with all my mha stuff? It’s also not that much, just a few funkos (like 5), three shirts, not a lot. Or what about my spop stuff? I also don’t really have a lot of that stuff, just two very small posters and a few stickers, but usually when I move away from things, I don’t really want to be reminded of it. It’s not really because I feel like it’s cringey or anything, it’s more of “I was into that, but now I’m not”, and so when stuff from vld pops up, I feel awkward, like running into someone that you used to know. Except with vld it’s more like running into someone that I last screamed my head off at while basically having an emotional breakdown because they fucking killed Allura for no goddamned reason she could’ve stayed alive you pieces of garbage-- but I digress.

I think this is coming to mind because the last season of She-ra is scheduled for May 15, last I checked. And after spending the majority of yesterday and today re-watching the previous seasons, I’m actively thinking about all the crazy things that have happened, and how the mighty fuck this last season is gonna go. I’m not sure that I’m gonna leave spop the way I did vld, because I’ve been with spop since the beginning (which I still think is wild like that never happens I’m usually so late to things like that), and unlike vld, there are actually some ships within the community that I actually do ship, rather than just being complacent with what was being chucked at me. (i used to think i shipped klance but since then i have come to the conclusion that i never really shipped anyone in vld except maybe lotor and allura when lotor was a good guy. and that one was a solid maybe sometimes.)

I also watch Dragon Prince, which is pretty cool. With tdp, there is a canon ship: rayllum, but I’ll be honest that I’ve never really shipped that. To me, Rayla and Callum seem like two awkward bumblebees that bump into each other and just pretend it didn’t happen. I mean, I guess for the people that ship rayllum, it’s great, but I’m generally indifferent. I don’t have any ships for tdp, though, in case anyone was wondering. 

Sometimes though I am hesitant to mention my ships, especially because people are notorious for spring-loading their ships onto others and bashing other ships, which to me just seems exhausting. Maybe it’s because being angry in general is just really tiring for me, I dunno. 

Hearing about all the batshit things that people did in the name of ships in the vld fanbase astounded me in how ridiculous (and occasionally selfish) they were. I’ve never felt like a pairing between two fictional people would mean anywhere near the extent it seems to for some people, but I guess that’s just me actively making attempts to keep myself from romanticizing things about some characters that really probably shouldn’t be romanticized. For example, the ship between Hordak and Entrapta in spop:

Hordak is a big nasty meanie who has validation and anger issues, is the living definition of rage quitting, and generally seems to be a very toxic person to be around. The dude’s got issues. He doesn’t seem to be in any particular rush to address them, much less work on adjusting himself into being less of a toxic person. 

Entrapta is much better than Hordak in a lot of obvious ways, such as not having anger issues or any of that. But, due to the fact that it seems like she wasn’t raised by people, or at the very least wasn’t around people for a while before Adora, Glimmer and Bow tried to recruit her into the rebellion, she has some people issues. I think she said at one point that she tried to hang out with the princesses before, but it was made clear that in a group of people who fit in by their inability to fit in, she didn’t fit in. She was too eccentric for them.

So she doesn’t really know how to socialize, and due to that whole thing where the rebellion accidentally left her, she has madddd trust issues with people. She just decides to stick with robots, because she knows how they work and why they do the things they do. She’s also kinda morally grey, at times. I feel kinda like her general neutrality is somewhere along the lines of Double Trouble as far as who’s side she’s on. She mainly stayed with the Horde because 1) more tech, 2) Catra convinced her and 3) lab partnersss babyyy

(I guess I have more to say about Entrapta than Hordak but whatever) 

In general, I think it’s obvious that Hordak has more pressing issues to wrangle, but they both aren’t really great. And it might not be a great relationship. And while I’m seeing all these hilarious memes and fantastic art, I am always trying to keep in mind that hey-- Hordak’s still a big meanie stupid dumb buttface that needs to get his act together if he still wants to even share a lab with Entrapta. (Which as far as I’m concerned is kinda all she wants, which is perfectly fine with me. Go off and do science girly. I have zero qualms.) 

But then y’know I re-watch s3 and s4 and I’m like “Unghh shit. I feel weird about shipping this”, but here I am. The main stuff that gets me is like that one scene after Entrapta basically gave Hordak his new fancy exoskeleton thing and he was all “uh welll hnngh hmm it’s uh very uhh structurally hrrmm sound um uh you’re uh umm very good at uhh this” and Imp screamed at him. That was great.

Complete sidenote-- what accent is Hordak supposed to have I’m honestly confused like sometimes he says stuff like “territory” like “terri-tree” which is like huh okay he’s busting out some British accent or something idk but other times he says things in an American accent but like poshly and it’s weird I’m having a hard time I just get so distracted by the weirdest things. 

Like no one else has an accent. Is it because everyone else is from Etheria, meanwhile he isn’t? Probably. But still. I’m confused. Anyway.

Actually there isn’t really anything else. This thing’s long enough. Plus I unveiled some of my ships, which is basically like posting your social security number and your bank account information. Nasty stuff.