#flood ladies

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Hey, Siblings & Niblings!

I know, it's been a minute since Auntie Nesha spoke to folk, but I have to tell you about a new blog that I believe is very important. Shoutout to my good sis, Sleepy for setting out on this journey and I encourage anybody who follows me here to follow this blog.

I've often ranted about the treatment of Black femme characters in media, one of those being I get SICK of having to see them die. So, this spot helps us to know, if we don't already: Does the Black femme die?

Keep in mind, it is new, so there aren't many entries yet, but it should grow and hopefully be as well received as blackfemmecharacterdepency was for nearly 4 full years.

[enden-k]

a middleaged lady at work said smth abt marriage when i helped her w a few things but i didnt hear it well bc im not wearing my hearing aid today so i asked her to repeat and she looked down on me w such a presence (i was on my knees to pick smth up for her) and said "you and i, were going to get married tomorrow" and i was so taken aback by that i just said "yes okay" like the noodle omega i am i guess

[poirott]

(´ε｀ )♡

AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT (1989 - 2013)

[starlightseraph]

if mrs flood doesn’t turn out to be the most complex, narrative-changing character in doctor who, i’ll riot.

[spacecurlsandbowties]

I'm personally agreeing with the master or a member of the pantheon

[lovelizards]

"I am not the good guy, alright?!"

Opal woke up with a start. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of cold sweat, and her muscles ached from the strain of the last two days. She'd hoped it was all a terrible, dark dream - and that she would wake up home again, with the smell of herbs and roses swirling on the breeze.

But she was still there. Still in an abandoned cottage in the middle of the dark woods. There were still chains on her ankles and her arm -

She touched the fresh scars gingerly. So the dark-haired man had given her a healing potion while she was unconscious...

He was sitting in the window, an elbow propped up on his knee, but he must have heard the shifting of her chains, because he glanced her way after a few moments.

"Drink this," he said, tossing her a waterskin.

Opal realised how thirsty she was, but it wasn't water inside, it was strong liquor. She coughed on it, sputtering as she pulled the drink away from her lips, and heard the dark-haired man laugh quietly.

"...My name is Opal..." she said, trying to catch his eye, "...what's yours?"

He didn't respond.

"My name is -"

"I heard you," he interrupted.

Opal faltered, the wine in her hands sloshing around from how badly she was trembling. She thought - or, hoped at least - that the worst of the pain was behind her.

"I live above the apothecary," she continued, trying to steady her voice, "and I grow rosehips and lavender in the garden."

More silence from the man.

She took a deep breath, and then another drink of the liquor. It tasted familiar, clearly dwarven-made. And its warmth burned in her cheeks.

"My mother was a human, you know," she said, groaning a bit as she shifted and sat back against the wall, "but she left after I was born. Not that I blame her, I just wish she'd taken me with her..."

Still nothing. Opal took another drink, the only place she could find her courage.

Maybe, if she...if she humanised herself to the dark-haired man...

"This drink...it's from the Green Moon Pub, isn't it? I used to go there sometimes, in the evening, with my..."

She faltered, catching her breath. How much of a lightweight had she become? Without realising it, she had started talking about...

But, the dark-haired man was finally looking at her.

She sniffed, rubbed her eyes, then took another long drink.

"I used to go there with my - my wife," she finally finished the sentence, bracing herself against the burn of tears in the back of her throat.

"That's enough," the dark-haired man said, but Opal could see his brows furrowing, and something akin to sympathy in his eyes.

So instead, she continued.

"Her name was Rosalind. She - she passed in the spring - she was an elf, you know, she should have lived forever - and we - together, we should have - "

"Stop talking."

" - but she got so sick. She got so sick, and it burned through her so fast - I - I didn't even get to say -"

"Shut up!"

Opal flinched, barely able to catch her breath as the dark-haired man came storming across the room.

He tore the drink away from her, throwing it to the ground and grabbing her wrist. His other hand slammed against the wall in a fist above her head.

"Please - " Opal choked out, " - I know you're not like him, I know you don't - want to do this -!"

"I said shut up!" He snapped, his anger sounding desperate, "You think telling me some shitty sob story will save you? Well, it won't! You know how many people I've kidnapped and sold!? More than I can count on my hands! I get paid for it, and I don't care about you! I - I am not the good guy, alright?!"

Opal stared up at him, sad, but not afraid.

"Then why heal me?" She asked quietly, "Why stop your friend from torturing me? Why offer me a drink?"

The dark-haired man stared at her for a long moment.

Then, he stood up, and sighed deeply.

"I may be a monster," he muttered, "but I'm not...a monster."

Opal held her wrist, her head bowed, and sniffed - probably looking and sounding like a pathetic wreck.

"What happens to the people you sell...?"

It was a question she hadn't even wanted to think about.

The dark-haired man took up his seat in the window again, and from his wineskin, he took a long drink.

"Don't know."

His answer was like the strike of a whip.

Opal hid her face, heated from the alcohol, in her hands. Tears trickled through her fingers, her shoulders shook, but her sobs were silent.

She couldn't escape.

Not from the dark-haired man, and not from her own sorrow.

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[arcaneinsomniac]

For the love of everything please tell me I wasn't the only one disappointed by the ending of Solo Leveling...

I've never been a fan of stories that roll back all the plot advancement in the end, a la Deus Ex Machina, but I think it's particularly yucky when it's clear the creator wrote themself into a corner and is trying desperately to backpedal.

I think it could've been good if we'd simply left off on Jinwoo beating the Dragon King and everyone begining to rebuild. His strategy was solid and I'd even accept the Rulers showing up at the last second (maybe even with dumb potential season 3 bait about still needing to "deal with them"), but the fact that even after his victory he just said "nah, too many people died, screw this I'm erasing everything" is just...

So.... anti-climactic?

Because here's the thing: Jinwoo is fundamentaly speaking, kind of an asshole.

That's what makes him such an interesting and compelling character!!!!!

So the fact that he'd go back and give up on his victory, and on being the Strongest Ever™ just to save a bunch of people he never knew....

Just kind of seems to come out of left field? His family is safe, the people he cares about are safe, the only person who sorta painfully kicked the bucket who he genuinely cared about was Gunhee, but that's not even brought up as a point for why he'd want to restart everything!

You could potentially argue that he did it because of his father, but that didn't have nearly enough emotional investment for me to buy it. Plus, he got to have a teary goodbye confrontation with the guy. (Which I also have a bone to pick with, but oh well.)

So yeah. I'm not... Really a fan of the last 30 or so chapters. Which sucks, because Solo Leveling is SUCH an awesome story that kept the momentum going right until it fumbled and dropped the ball at the end.

There's a bunch of dropped plot threads and ideas that went nowhere that I wish got resolved instead of what is basically Cursed Child Two, Electric Boogaloo

But anyways, the story was fun and I'd like to hear other's option on this. Too bad the tumblr tag is just screenshots and smut :T

[overgrown-estate]

For the Doctor Who fans out there.

[supernova049]

The rtd2 era thus far has been at it's core about the immense power of middle-aged/old women.

[ladyinthebluebox]

seeing people who install hundreds of mods and then go to discord to complain their loading times take ages does things to whatever remains of my brain.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Camille Simoine Winbush: February 9, 1990

[sunshineram]

mr snag

[kitkat-the-muffin]

I think the Grojband fandom should do a Grojband Reanimated Multi-Animator Project

Which episode would be reanimated tho?

[dialux]

Like I REALLY get why people have a certain read of the Feanorian wives but also:

A) it's so intensely interesting to me when people are quasi-normal in peacetime but the moment stress is placed upon a relationship their priorities are really fucking clear, and I love to think the famed Feanorian ruthlessness is something that freaks out quite a few of the wives that haven't fully drunk the kool-aid.

B) when you have a little more distance from a situation/trauma you're more likely to be rational about AND to think someone who's closer to the trauma is acting irrationally. Which is literally the whole of the Feanorian/Fingolfinian dynamic in a nutshell: everyone is acting irrationally! Everyone has centuries if not millennia worth of alliances and agreements and history that inform their next approach to a problem! But if you're standing outside of that thicket you're left wondering: what the actual fuck is wrong with these people.

C) a bit more of a meta textual point but the point of the Feanorians is that they're alone. They drive off everyone over the course of the Silm. They break their oaths and they break the laws and they break all bounds of morality. They are left by the end of the First Age with only two of a once proud family: no servants left, no friends, no family, just Maedhros and Maglor. And having those warning signs be there from the beginning? Fantastic. The wives leave, following Nerdanel, and the sons leave, following Feanor. It's the circle of life (abuse) baby!

D) toying with the idea of women as the torchbearers of cultural heritage is in fact an interesting tension: and I just flat out think these women saying that's it we can't and don't want to participate in this farce (because we know it's a farce and a tragedy and how it will end) fucks really hard! They say No and Not like this and Even if I thought you were right I do not think it is worth it. All of which are worthwhile views to be had, and, perhaps more importantly, views that aren't discussed or even mentioned in the actual books.

[bonewhiteglory]

Lady of the Flood - Hawthonn