#i got netflix like the disgrace i am

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I realise you haven't been enjoying season 4 very much, but i thought you might enjoy my newest ST related hobby, which is thinking about an AU where Bob survives season 2 and goes to Russia with Joyce and Murray to break Hopper out of jail. I personally think this is the funniest possible timeline and would have some incredible character dynamics/interactions.

If you were gonna change one plot point from ST, which do you think would have the best knock-on effect on later seasons?

Oh I'm absolutely going to be adding that scenario to the 7-11 taquito roller in my mind, thank you! Any AU where Bob survives is a good AU, and also I am dying thinking about how absolutely, incandescently confused Hopper would be about him turning up in the USSR like 'what, like it's hard'?

I love every single time people underestimate Bob Newby because he is kind and cheerful and goofy and intensely normcore and a lil fat and a bit of a scaredy cat, until the stakes become real and he immediately steps up and turns out to also be brave and inventive and kind of a badass, and leaves everyone who hadn't expected it from him and had only seen what they expected to see scratching their heads. It never fails to delight me. (I am still only at the end of s4 episode 4 so I don't actually know how they managed to resolve the whole Russia-rescue plot in canon, but now I am absolutely going to be finishing out my watch thinking the whole time about what would be the most ridiculous, absurd, infuriating, hilarious way to work Bob into it. Excellent watching-season-4-faceplant-itself-directly-into-a-wall-over-Cold-War-xenophobia coping strategy. Delightful.)

If I were going to change one plot point, in canon, with the intent that it would be a) something that could realistically happen canonically in a Netflix show between 2016-2023 and that its knock-on effects would be as well, and b) something that would have the most general positive effect on my opinion of the series...hm. That's a tough one. Because I can think really easily of thematic things that I would change, or characterisation things that I would change, but those would both require changing a lot of plot points. This is a much bigger challenge!

I am going to say that the plot point I would change...would be in season 3, where it turns out there are Russians in a secret basement under the mall. Dustin and Steve and Robin and Erica can keep chasing what they assume are Russian spies throughout most of the season, but something isn't quite adding up. They find their way into a secret sub-basement, and find the source of the Russian message Dustin intercepted - only to discover that it's all been a false flag operation, because the lab got shut down in disgrace after season 2 and Nancy and Murray's expose, and now they're having to study the Gate (and try to recreate it) in secret with plausible deniability of their government connections if they get caught. Things get considerably more complicated and less jingoistic, it's tied back into the theme of season 1, and there's like at least 25% less Murray Bauman.

(And then, even though season 4's plot isn't really all that affected by the events of season 3 beyond Literally The Last Episode, we have no boneheaded bullshit involving Russia in s4, and any sympathy that the boys might have tried to cultivate for the assholes at the lab who abducted children and raised them in captivity, being experimented on against their will, without human connection except that which was used to manipulate them in order to use them as weapons would be just patently absurd, so maybe they wouldn't fucking do that. And also maybe I wouldn't have to endure any more Murray-with-a-funny-Russian-accent cardboard cutout 'characters'. One must imagine a better world, or how else can it become?)

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ok anon, it's probably silly of me but i like you so i am contractually obligated to share my favourite shows for you to watch! The links are youtube playlists. :D

Legend of Zhen Huan (you can sometimes find it titled Legend of Concubine Zhen Huan or Empresses in the Palace): a 2011 Chinese period drama following the rise to power of a young woman in the imperial harem during the Qing dynasty. Don't let the number of episodes frighten you! You will be left wanting for more at the end of every episode! I guess you can say the drama is "old" by internet standards, but I think it aged gracefully. There clearly was budget invested on costumes and locations, so even now you can find people making gifsets on tumblr of the costumes! This is the drama that got me into Chinese dramas. It is SO good! The romance is incredible. I highly recommend it! If you can read Mandarin, I recommend reading the books it is based on, I've heard good things about it! The series recently received a new, excellent translation thanks to the awesome Magpie Brigade team. You can watch it all for free on Youtube. Stay away from the Netflix version titled Empresses in the Palace, which boils down a lot of the storyline into 6 humonguous episodes for western audiences.

Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace (also titled Legend of Ruyi) was originally slated to be a spin-off of Legend of Zhen Huan following Zhen Huan's emperor son and his love story with his childhood friend. It was eventually cut off and the series now stand on its own, though the drama is still based on a novel by the same author. The drama follows Ruyi Ula-Nara's journey from being the emperor's childhood sweetheart to the disgraced empress. Again, don't let the number of episodes put you off! I swear you WILL devour them all! The drama is very beautiful and relatively recent! It's free on youtube with English subtitles. It's heartwarming, romantic, tragic... I love rewatching it.

Nirvana in Fire is, simply put, The Count of Monte-Cristo but chinese version lmao. A young man comes back under a new identity to clear his dead family and army from a sinister plot that costed him everything, but also to help his childhood friend become the new Emperor. It deals with a lot of themes and does it quite gracefully, and has great, complex antagonists. It's also one of the first dramas I watched! Funnily enough, this is an adaptation of a BL (Boy's Love, aka yaoi, aka Men Loving Men) novel. You'll only get crumbs of it in the series tho because of Chinese censorship.

Magnificent Century is a Turkish period drama centering around the rise to power of Hürrem (known in the West as Roxelana), from slave to legal wife of the sultan. The story is set during what is considered the golden age of the Ottoman Empire: the reign of Suleyman the Magnificent (fun fact: he's actually known as the Legislator in Turkey thanks to his many reforms). This show is actually a soap opera, so it's quite dramatic but oh so gripping! I believe it also dates from 2011, so you may find it a bit cheap looking especially in the costuming department, but don't let that frighten you! After years of mourning the fact I couldn't find it anywhere, they finally put it on youtube with english subs! I know it looks super long, but trust me you will find yourself binge watching it at 4am...

Magnificent Century: Kösem is a spin-off following another famous sultana, set roughly almost a century after Hürrem's story. I actually never watched more of a few episodes because its storyline is basically the same as in its original series... Nonetheless, it is more recent and has much more budget, so you may want to start with this one especially since you don't need to have seen Magnificent Century to watch this one. Choice is yours!

The Rebel Princess (also titled Monarch Industry) is a costume drama set in a fictional, ancient dynasty. It follows a princess and her marriage of convenience to a freshly promoted general. The drama is very beautiful and the romance is so good! It's also packed with action and plot twists! I literally binge-watched it. The drama features a lot of veteran actors, so the acting is really good. Available on youtube with english subs. I didn't watch it on YT so idk about the quality of the subs. I can give you alternatives should they prove subpar!

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[scrumpygoat]

w/ the exciting netflix news I am CRAVING redwall content!!!! show me your OCs!!! 

these are loosey-goosey sketches of some of mine, which I never polish bc I am feverishly creating more woodland animals as we speak. We got Thistle the squirrel, who left Southsward to get a rat girlfriend, Damasc Gravedigger the disgraced knight from Moledeep, and Baum Sweetbrush the bosun aboard the Golden Cockle who is completely useless but very handsome. 

I keep meaning to draw the rest !!! Hawthorne and Hoarfrost, two butch wolverines who take in my nasty wandering badger, Ragwort the aforementioned rat girlfriend, Boss Goldeye the fox who ran the slave-built fort that Maumeruz escaped from, the captain of the Golden Cockle who I don’t have a name for tbh but I can see her so clearly in my mind’s eye!!! belly like a beer barrel, curled and braided fur, smokes three cigars at a time, ye olde ink on her bare paws!!! 

[pandabearisaunicorn]

Just Be Mine

Just Be Mine Part 4 Warnings: SMUT! 18+only, angst Word Count: 2,8k Summary: After a horrible past with your way upper class family, you’re invited to your brothers long awaited wedding. Once again, you’re going to attend a family reunion as a single lady. This, to your family is a disgrace making you feel like an outcast from your family. Once you open up about this to your best friend Steve, he puts an offer to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weekend. How will that end for your friendship? A/N: After over a year’s worth of writer’s block, I’m finally back with part 4! Previously: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Masterlist

As the two of you walked out of the elevator, Steve didn’t take his hand off your lover back and it made something inside of you stir. You had always adored the way his touch felt against yours, but you always pushed that feeling to back of your head, ignoring it. Once the two of you reached the door, Steve let go of you and unlocked the door, stepping to the side to let you pass through. You kicked off your heels on the way to the bed and threw off your blazer. You let out a yawn before throwing yourself on the bed, earning a laugh from Steve.

“You wanna watch a movie or something?” You asked from the bed with a small smile on your lips as Steve started to take his shoes off. “Yeah, why not” He said as his hands moved to unbutton his shirt, your eyes following his moves. “What do you want to watch?” You asked as you sat up on the bed and took your hair out of the hairclip, your hair falling down your shoulders. “You can put on whatever you want doll but only if we order some room service because that fancy food was horrific” He said with a disgust look on his face and a laugh escaped your lips as you looked up at him. “Of course, we can” You said as you stood up and walked over to the bathroom. “I hope the food’s here when I get back out” “I’ll see what I can do” He said with a smile, watching you disappear behind the door.

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After getting ready for bed, hair brushed to one side, makeup gone and baggy clothes on you walked out from bathroom. Steve sitting on the bed with all your favourite comfort food placed out in front of him. His grey joggers on and a white t-shirt hug hist toned chest perfectly. You took a big breath before crawling into bed beside him, his head shoot up from looking at his phone to you. A smile spread across his lips, and he put his phone down.

“You hungry?” He asked you as you looked over what Netflix had to offer. “Yeah, always am you know” You said with a wink and small laugh escaped his lips. “Well, you said it yourself” He laughed out before digging into the food in front of you.

The both of you ate and made jokes as the movie you picked was awful and the two of you couldn’t help but to make jokes about the plot and the bad acting. As the movie was ending you could feel yourself falling asleep due to the heavy stress of the day. Even though you wanted to stay up for as long as you could with Steve’s presence, but your body just couldn’t.

If only you would’ve known what Steve did next, as you had fallen asleep beside him, he cleaned everything up. Closed the curtains, turned the lights off and tucked you into bed. His hands hovering over your shoulder just one minute longer to take in your peaceful state. A smile spreading across his lips and eyes filled with love. He tucked himself into bed next to you and turned off the light before getting into a more comfortable position. He was just about to close his eyes as he felt your body moving closer to his, he looked down at you as your sleeping figure curled closer to him and snuggled into his body. The feeling he got when your body touched yours was something he couldn’t quite put words to, but God did he love it. And that’s how the two of you fell asleep that night.  

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You were woken up by your goddamn alarm you had set the night before, a slight groan left your lips as you rolled over to your back. Steve was already out of bed and the room was dark and quiet. You sat up and rubbed your face with your hands. Feeling anxiety creeping up on you as you had promised to go shopping with your mother the day before the wedding, which was today. You looked over at your phone and a text from your mother clad the screen.

‘I hope your attitude is gone today; we have important stuff to do’

You sighed as you texted back a few happy emojis and got out of bed and started to get ready. You curled your hair slightly, light face of makeup and your favourite perfume. You put on a pair of light washed mom jeans and a white loose t-shirt, your favourite white sneakers and a your slightly oversized leather jacket. Just when you finished getting ready the door to the hotel room opened and a sweaty, yet very sexy, Steve walked inside. He looked up at you with that million-dollar smile and you smiled back at him.

“Hi there” You said as you picked up your handbag and threw it over your shoulder. “Hi, you still going shopping with your mom?” He asked you as he took his wet t-shirt off his body leaving him bare chested in front of you. You couldn’t help but to stare. “Yeah, feel like I made enough mess yesterday so” You mumbled out before turning around and opening the door again. “You have a nice day today, prince charming” “I will princess, don’t you worry” He spoke out before you closed the door behind you.

You took the elevator down to the lobby to meet up with your mother and as you stepped out you could already sense her extremely overprized old lady perfume. You took a big breath before walking up to her. Her now grey hair tucked up in a tight bun and her Gucci suit clad her curves perfectly. You almost rolled your eyes at the sight as you had always hated the way she looked too perfect all the time, like does the woman ever have a bad day?

“There you are!” She said as you walked up to her, a disapproving look on her face as she saw how you were dressed. “We will get you something better to wear” “I’m just fine mother” You said as kindly as you could before walking with her to the awaiting car outside.

The car ride was awfully quiet as your mother reapplied her lipstick and fixed that one piece of hair that was out of place. Your leg shaking a bit as the nerves of being alone with your mother always frightened you, you never knew what she would say.

“So, this Steve guy, have the two of you been together for long?” She asked as she looked at you with her piercing blue eyes. “I-I, we um, yeah. We’ve known each other for years, we used to be best friends before the feelings got in the way” You said, but to you it was partly true. “Oh, then how did you meet? And why haven’t you ever told me about him?” She said, looking truly sad over that fact. “We met through work actually, he volunteers at the hospitals when he’s not in Syria” You said and looked up at your mother, your fingers fiddling in your lap. “You and I, we never talk so why would I tell you about this amazing man I met through the work you hate?” “Well, that sounds great dear” She said, not answering your statement of your relationship between the two of you. “Yeah, yeah it is” You mumbled out, remembering the day you met Steve.

--- It was a normal day at the hospital, nurses running around trying to keep up with the day’s schedule and doctors trying to help their patinates. You on the other hand, also a nurse, was stationed to help with the volunteers for the day. It was normally a hard day of work with new people to train and new people to get to know, but today was different. There were only one new volunteer and little did you know that he was going t change your world forever. You were answering the phone as a tall man walked up to the desk you were seated on and waited for you to end the call. “Hey, how can I help you?” You asked and looked up at the extremely hot guy in front of you, he was earning glances from every nurse in the building. “Hi, I’m the new volunteer here. Can you help me find my way around?” He asked, he seemed nervous, which you only found cute. “Yeah, of course! I’m Y/N by the way” You said and stretched your hand out to shake his. “I’m Steve” he said and shook your hand, a smile spread on both of your lips.

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The day went by slowly and painfully, your mother forcing you to try on way too many clothes that you hated, and you didn’t get anything you wanted. With heavy feet you walked out of the elevator when it reached your floor, and you opened the door to your room with a big sigh. You were met with the sight of Steve laying on the bed watching his favourite tv-show in just his grey joggers and nothing else, making your mouth drool.

“Hi there” You said quietly as you kicked your shoes and jacket off before walking over to him. “Oh hi, didn’t hear you coming in” He said as he looked up at you, your body slumped and your eyes looked tired. “You want to skip the dinner tonight?” “Yes, please. I just want to stay here with you” You said and sat down next to him, laying your head on his shoulders. “Did you get anything today?” He asked as his hand gripped yours and played with your fingers, something he usually does when you’re feeling down. “No, but my mum made me try hundreds of outfits on. I looked hideous” You said and moved slightly more towards him to get more comfortable. “I highly doubt that you looked terrible doll” He said and you could feel his eyes bore into your soul. “So, you like the old lady look on me then?” You joked and looked up at him with a smile. “Well, I’m not the biggest fan to be honest” He said with a laugh making you playfully hit his shoulder. “See, what did I just say?” You said and squealed as he started to tickle your sides. “Please Steve, stop it”

He tickled your sides and he moved over you so he could have a better hold on you so you couldn’t escape his grip. His blue eyes looking over you as he suddenly stopped just to look at you, your eyes meeting his and you looked at him confused. You sat up and you were now face to face, only an inch between the two of you and you could feel his warm breath against your face. Your lips almost touching and the urge to kiss him became overpowering.

“Just kiss me already” You whispered out and his hand came up to your cheek, his thumb lightly caressing your skin.

Your lips met in a kiss, a kiss you have been waiting for, for years. It felt amazing, like the two of you just melted together, like you were meant to only kiss him forever. Your hands moved up to his cheeks, feeling the slight stubble on his skin and you moved him closer. His other hand placed on your hip and pulling you down on the mattress. His hand moving up to steady himself by the side of your head, his body almost laying on top of yours, yet you wanted him closer, wanting to feel all of him. Your hands moving up his naked torso, feeling the hard muscles underneath your gentle fingertips and a slight moan escaping his lips as he felt your slight touch. You couldn’t help but to smile into the kiss and you could feel he did too. His hand gripped a hold of your hips and rolled the two of you over. Him underneath you and your lips parted ways. His eyes looking up into yours as he played with the hem of your white t-shirt, almost as if he asked for permission to take it off your body. You smiled before taking it off your body, showing your black lace bra underneath. His eyes admiring your frame as his hands lightly touched your skin, making goosebumps appear. His hands moved down to your jeans, unbuttoning them before moving back up your back, his body following, and his lips touched yours. Your hands wrapping around his shoulder as you deepened the kiss, your tongues moving together and his hands unclasping your bra easily. His lips moving down from your lips to your neck, leaving wet kisses which only made you moan. You could feel him getting harder through the thin fabric of his sweatpants which only made you crave him more. You moved your hips slowly against his making him breathe harder against your neck and a smile spread across your lips as you realised what was happening. He suddenly turned the two of you over, so you were on your back. Both of his hand at the top of your head and yours gripped his hips to pull them closer to you, feeling him against you again. A smile spread on his lips at your neediness for him. His lips moving down to meet yours again, moving down your body making shivers run down your spine as he got lower and lower. His big hands gripping the hem of your jeans and pulling them down your legs and throwing them somewhere in the room. Your breath stuck in your throat as he pushes your panties to the side and his lips leaving kisses on your inner thighs before his tongue meets your clit. A big sigh leaving your lips as his tongue moves against your sensitive nub and your hands gripping his blonde hair. The world around you got fussy as his tongue did its magic and you could feel yourself reaching your climax as he inserted a finger into you, making everything in your body tremble. The rush of your orgasm hitting you harder than a car of rocks. Your body feeling numb, and you only craved him more as you relaxed and came down from your high. His lips moving up your body and up to your lips as your hands took a hold of his sweatpants and pushed them down his legs along with his boxers, freeing his hard member. You could feel it at your entrance as he started pushing it into you, filling you up like never before. A loud moan escaping the both of you and his forehead rested on yours, his hips moving against yours and you disappeared into the pleasure again. All you could focus on was how he felt and how he tasted. His hips picked up the pace and your nails dug into the flesh of his back as you could feel the rush coming back, the pleasure almost being too much to handle. His lips on yours and your legs wrapped around him as the both of you orgasm at the same time. A feeling you had never shared with anybody before. His head resting in the crook of your neck as the both of you try to catch your breath and your hands move up to his back and draw patterns on his skin making him sigh against skin.

“I guess we just ruined our friendship” You said with a small laugh and he moved so he could look at you. A weak smile plastered on his lips. “Yeah, I guess we did” He said, and his eyes looked sad, did you just say something stupid? “Did it-um did we” You started to mumble out as he moved from on top of you to lay beside you. “Save it” He said quietly which made you look at him, tears burning your eyes as you felt shame run through your body. “Why are you so weird? I thought you wanted this too” You said, a tear rolling down your cheek as you tried to cover yourself up with the nearest fabric you could find. “No, Y/N, I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I-I of course I wanted to its just that” He started rambling on still looking up at the ceiling, not being able to look at you. “You just wanted to fuck me and then move on like nothing happened. I see, just like everybody else” You said before standing up and walking over to the bathroom. Tears rolling down your face and shame filling your body. “Y/N please, come out so we could talk about this. Please” He said through the door, your mind telling you to go and open the door that was separating the you both but your body didn’t listen. You were hurt.

So, you didn’t, you just turned the shower on and walked inside. Trying to wash the shame and disgust off your body as tears rolled down your face. But little did you know that tears were rolling down Steve’s cheeks too.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Thoughts on the Armie developments? I gotta say I am suprised that by the looks of it he's been completely shut out from Hollywood. Those men rarely face any actual consequences and start working again, albeit with a lower profile then before. And maybe he's just biding his time for a comeback but idk with him it feels different.

As someone who's worked with timeshare owners in the past (not for timeshare companies, mind you--never that) if he's actually selling timeshare that makes total sense. Timeshare salespeople are fucking sharks, and for the top earners it can be very lucrative... But it's a total scam too, which requires preying upon people who are often older and not savvy. So. Makes sense for Armie!

I think Armie is going to try for a comeback, but tbh the fact that everyone knows that he's working a "real job", and an embarrassing one too, is a big hit. Oof. I think the issues he's facing are:

A) Audiences weren't checking for him, and Hollywood was beginning to realize that he wasn't going to "happen" as his scandal occurred. There was that "hit piece" on Buzzfeed years ago (which was dead fucking on, I hope she got some apologies for the people who flamed her for writing it), and I think it spoke to the truth of him. He came from a wealthy family, so he had the ability to bide his time and keep trying it. But ultimately, his good looks are very bland and unremarkable (a less conventional looking man with an "it factor" will make it in Hollywood before a conventionally attractive man without it--see Adam Driver) and he's not that talented. Very... whatever. He'd been a lead for a couple of different franchise-starting flops (the Lone Ranger, The Man from U.N.C.L.E). His upcoming projects at the time the scandal broke were a Netflix adaptation of a book that was previously adapted into a legendary movie (Rebecca) in which!!! Armie!!! Was taking the role previously played by!!! Laurence FUCKING Olivier!!!! So that was never going to be good and was clearly going to invite critique even without the scandal. Then there was Death on the Nile, which was a big ensemble where he wouldn't be the biggest draw. The clock was ticking.

B) His family has, supposedly, cut him off. I wouldn't be surprised if they're floating him some cash still, but clearly he's still gotta hustle for a buck. Imo, if he hadn't had support and connections beforehand, he would've dropped off sooner in Hollywood. Now that they're gone, he doesn't have the ability to keep cracking like he used to.

The thing is that he's not a disgraced legend like Depp and it wasn't a mildly embarrassing scandal. There was abuse... There was sexual deviancy~... there was cannibalism. Like. You really don't have a lot of scandals to compare this to. I'm not saying it's the worst one EVER EVER, but like. Who else had a cannibalism scandal? There's gotta be someone, but not anyone in the social media age.

[lab-partners]

I have done it

Dumb art idea

Imagine Hordak and Entrapta on one of those cliche romantic dinner things where there's candles and roses and a little cupid hanging from the ceiling...

Except instead of a cupid it's just Imp on a string. And the table is Emily balancing a plate of wood.

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I read a pro-Ma/iko take a few weeks ago and I would love your insight because I couldn't put into words why it's so 'ick' to me. The post referenced to all the times someone tried to/has touched Zuko's scar. It went something like: 'Katara touching his scar was insignificant because it was a superficial way of 'healing' him (i.e. she was a means to an end for him) but also bc she doesn't 'know' him. While Mai touching it meant she still saw him as the same Zuko and was trying to comfort him.

Okay, so there’s a couple of things going on here so I’m going to address these two arguments seperately:

1) Katara touching Zuko’s scar to heal it is insignificant because it was superficial and she doesn’t know him.

2) Mai touching Zuko’s scar means she sees him as the same Zuko and was trying to comfort him.

I heavily disagree with both of these arguments and not even from a shipping POV, but as someone with a disability that affects the way I look, even though mine is very minor compared to Zuko’s.

I actually have said that Katara’s offer to heal Zuko’s scar was a superficial healing and not what he really needed, but that doesn’t mean the offer itself wasn’t meaningful. Zuko didn’t need to have the scar healed in that moment, and I’m so glad he didn’t because I am very opposed to narratives in which disabilities and disfigurements get magicked away (*stares intently at Netflix’s Witcher) but it was the first time that someone had offered him the possibility of healing, and Zuko’s reaction to that tells you how much that meant to him. He’s totally blindsided by the offer not just because what she’s saying sounds impossible (and I tend to think Zuko had no idea that waterbending could be used for healing, and when she offered to heal Iroh he was not at all in a place to listen), but because he’s used to viewing the scar as a representation of his own failures. He sees it as a burden he has to bear, something he has to constantly make up for. That’s essentially what he says in his speech to Katara. Even when he says he has realized lately that he can choose what to make of it, he emphasizes the idea that it’s something he will never be free of. Katara saying “maybe you could be free of it” is important not really for the offer to have the scar erased, which isn’t what Zuko needed, nor would it make him magically switch sides, but because she’s offering a totally alternate perspective on the scar. What if you didn’t have to bear this burden? What if you never had to in the first place?

And that totally shakes Zuko because it’s the first time someone empathized with him over the scar, knowing who he was, knowing what he’s done and where he’s come from, but not actually knowing the details of how he got it.

Iroh tells Zuko all the time that he didn’t deserve how Ozai treated him, not necessarily in words but in actions. And Iroh was there, Iroh knows the whole story intimately. Iroh watched as Zuko was burned. People like Song and Jet who empathize over the scar but assume he got it while fighting the Fire Nation can’t truly empathize because if they did know who he was, they would hate him. And, in fact, Jet turns against Zuko as soon as he learns he’s a firebender (even if only by association, Jet never saw Zuko firebend, just Iroh).

But Katara knows exactly who he is. And she does hold him accountable for what he’s done. But then she sees something different, when he apologizes to her, and when she realizes that he’s another kid like her who has lost their mother. And unlike Iroh, she doesn’t know how he got the scar. She doesn’t know how his family has hurt him, beyond the one thing he said about his mother (which could have meant a hundred different things). And she could have made all sorts of assumptions about the scar. She could have thought that maybe he deserved what happened to him, maybe he’s just a violent person who got burned doing something violent. Zuko might think that if she knew she would think the same thing that a lot of people both in the Fire Nation and outside of it think (like the guy in the Earth Kingdom village in “Zuko Alone”), that the scar showed how much of a disgrace he was, a failure, a weakling, not even his father wants him. But she doesn’t make any of those assumptions despite not really knowing him. She just sees someone who was hurt and it doesn’t matter to her how or why, all that matters to her is that she can do something about it, and if she can, it would be against her character not to try.

That’s a very powerful disability-friendly message because she’s not ignoring the scar, she’s not looking past it, and she’s no longer seeing him as “the face of the enemy,” she’s accepting him without judgement and telling him that this pain that he carries because of his scar is something that is not and never was his fault. She sees someone who needs help and she offers it.

As for Mai, @firelxdykatara wrote a great post that pointed out that it’s not even clear that Mai is supposed to be touching his scar, and I agree. She’s just touching him and the scar is just there. Which I guess you could say means she sees him as the same Zuko, but there are a couple of problems with this. One, the fact that the writers didn’t bother to flesh out her relationship with Zuko pre-series really puts a damper on this. We have no idea what their relationship was prior to them getting together in season three. All we know is that Mai thought he was kinda cute. What does “the same Zuko” mean to Mai? How does Mai feel about being away from him for three years? We don’t know, and in their very first scene as a couple Mai literally tells us, the audience, and Zuko that she doesn’t care to know, either.

The second issue is that he is NOT the same Zuko. He is not the same. He can never be the same. This is something that should be addressed between them, not only because it’s a major trauma that represents how his life has been drastically altered in the past three years, but because it would affect how they are intimate with each other. How does Zuko feel about the scar being touched? How does Mai feel about it? Is the scarred area overly sensitive? Does he have pain? Does he have nerve damage? How much vision/hearing/tactile sensation does he have on that side? All of those are things that would realistically affect their relationship. I don’t necessarily expect the show to address them but the point is this: he is not the same. The scar is a part of him. Disabilities/disfigurements are not something to look past. They are a part of the person. And in the case when someone acquires a disability, they will be the same in some ways but different in others, and that’s something that a romantic partner has to accept. Unfortunately for Mai, the narrative mostly uses their relationship to show how Zuko is not the same as he was before and can never be, nor should he want to be.

[mayplesyrup]

My Thoughts On The First Like Five Episodes Of The Dragon Prince (spoilers!!) - Part 1

- Damn the animation's really cool

- funny side story i dont speak Russian, cant read it, rarely hear it spoken, and definitely dont watch Netflix in Russian, but The Dragon Prince started playing in Russian for the opening, which is like a dragon flying all majestically but with narration in the background, but I couldn't tell if it was actually narration or the dragon making noises? like was it speaking or?? i got 3 min in and was like okay somethings up what am i missing lmao

- i knew Sokka's voice actor was playing one of the characters but i was not expecting it to be Callum and boy was the an Experience

- Fun fact! those are not jelly-tarts that Ezran is eating! it's Hamantaschen (ham-an-tash-HEN), a traditional jewish pastry, seasonal for Purim!

- not gonna lie Claudia's voice is kinda hot

- Claudia is definitely getting a redemption arc i can feel it in my bones. her character is already being set up for it, and i think it'll be like a Catra-style redeption

- okay i asked my friends?? apparently she doesn't get redeemed? >:(

- Rayla.

- Okay so why is the king suddenly acting like he's a good person being tricked into dark magic?? like no?? YOU went along with it?? theres a difference between a civilian being complicit, and the king, who is LITERALLY MAKING THE LAWS, and he shouldn't get to turn around like he did nothing

- Okay so this is just a minor scene, but in one of the first few episodes (right before the attack that kills the king), the general dude takes Sokka I MEAN CALLUM's voice, and like, cool power play and all, but why are the guards going along with it? They literally saw him disgraced BY THE KING?? He's literally silencing the KING'S STEP SON, THREATENING HIM, and TAKING HIS VOICE SO HE CAN'T YELL FOR HELP?? IT THAT NOT SETTING OFF ANY RED FLAGS? AT ALL?

- another side thing but i think that it would be more accurate for Rayla to be less trusting of Ezran and Callum and more "i can do this myself". Immediately after they find the egg they're all suddenly best friends doing magical quests together, but i think it would make more sense for her to be overprotective of the egg, maybe insisting she could deliver it alone, and less trusting of their loyalty after knowing them for maybe half and hour. which. most of that time was spent hunting them down to kill them, so...

[they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon]

Broken Glass

Sirius x Reader - Angst to Fluff

Words: 3052

A/n: Dialogue heavey. This is the first time in a while I've written post-azkaban Sirius

You never liked this goddamn house, well, never is the wrong word.

You USED to love this house It was full of life Love Colourful  Bright Happy

It was a home

But not anymore like the flip of a switch, the home you once loved turned into a building. Some walls and a roof. That night when Lily and James died your world changed, your husband, Sirius got sent to Azkaban he killed some of your closest friends.

Although part of you knew he didn’t do it, he would never betray them but when the whole wizarding world is talking about him “Sirius Orion Black murder” “Working for he who shall not be named”

It wore you down, you went from defending him, telling people there’s no way it was him to pushing it aside, not only was everything you knew and loved was ripped from you just the cherry on top Dumbledore wouldn’t let you care for Harry “It’s too dangerous” “He can’t grow up in this world, he’s not ready” you disagreed. 

Not only for Harry to keep him safe and loved. But partly for yourself, he was the last bit of hope you had but with that final no you smashed like glass.

Remus had vanished, he left without a word. You spent 13 years doing the same thing, eating, sleeping, staring at the roof of the house or at the cafe you worked at. It was a muggle one, It was a break from the world you knew just for a moment you could feel in control, no one knew your past. Yes, you still lived in the wizarding world but that cafe It was a place that was yours.

But like all good things to It got smashed, like the cup of coffee you just dropped

Remus John Lupin

Was in your cafe

“Hey... y/n, how are you?” He asked awkwardly and gave you a sympathetic smile, clearly concerned. He looked so tired. Although you couldn’t care less, at least that's what you told yourself, there were a million things you wanted to say Instead.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ll clean that up and get you a new cup” you give a faint smile walking behind the counter and grabbing a broom and a rag, cleaning up the broken glass without speaking to him, grabbing his new coffee, one of your co-workers made while you cleaned the floor and brought it over to him, giving a half-real smile

“Terribly sorry sir”  “Y/n…” “Is there something you need?” You turn, pulling out your notepad as if about to take an order “I need to talk to you” “I don’t have much time to talk, as I’m working, have a good day”

Remus sat in the cafe for the rest of your shift ordering a new coffee every so often as he read It was a newspaper. The front page had an image of Sirius yelling the headline

“Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban!”

You felt like crying, you suddenly were very aware of the cold taps on your chest when you walked. From your wedding ring, you’d taken it off, not being able to bear not having it on, you couldn't not have it with you. It felt wrong. So you put it through a small chain and held it near your heart.

Why did he have to come in and bring back so much you had worked 13 years to forget, you pushed all your thoughts away and focused on coffee and cold shitty pastries.

After what felt like an eternity your shift ended taking off your apron and grabbing your jacket. Saying quick goodbyes and “see you laters” sneaking out the back door, trying to avoid Remus.

You start walking home, the late sunset wind calming you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling someone was following you and you knew who that someone would be. Remus. Stopping in your tracks with a sigh “Remus, stop stalking me, it’s creepy”

��I'm not stalking you, I’m following behind you without you knowing” You stiffen at his words it was a phrase you used to say at Hogwarts “Y/n, I need to talk to you”

“I don’t care, Remus, you show up at my work, after 13 years of leaving me without a letter, not even a goodbye and now, you want to talk to me” You raise your eyebrows placing your hands on your hips

“Y/n, you don’t understand- ” “Yeah I don’t, and honestly I don’t want to understand” you emphasize, you just wanted to sleep

“Sirius escaped from Azkaban”

“I know, I saw on the paper you were reading. Are we done I wanna go to my house”

“He’s at Grimmauld Place” Remus continued

“Good for him” You give an uncaring face, in reality, you did care. You cared a lot

“You know he didn’t do it...Right?”

“Remus! I don’t care, I don’t care about any of this anymore!” You yell at him “Good night” You turn on your heel walking back to your house tears pricking at your eyes. You knew the moment you're in the house they would fall. As you guessed right when you stepped inside the tears broke. You slam the door shut crumbling against it.

You felt like a china cabinet fell on you, something brooms and rags wouldn’t be able to clean, you couldn’t just get another cup. Your eyes felt heavy, not bothered to move. Or rather. Not motivated enough to even think about moving, you end up passing out on the floor. Thank merlin you don’t have work tomorrow.

You wake up with a sore neck and back ‘why couldn’t I have at least gone to the couch’ you go about your normal boring routine. Shower, dress, looked for breakfast but remember you have barely any food as you have been having uber eats for the past month and a bit

Cause fuck going to the shopping centre

You sat down on your couch intending on sitting there all day and watching Netflix you put on 

‘Dorian Gray’ (😉) you got about 10 minutes in when there’s a knock on the door. Sighing you pause the movie to get the door expecting it to be the little girl next door who gives you a painted rock every Saturday morning, opening the door with a kind smile even though it’s very fake since she’s like 5 she doesn’t know the concept of fake smiling

“Hi sweetheart- “ It’s not the sweet girl next door quite the opposite. It's a tall adult man. Remus was at your door “Nope” was all you said slamming the door shut “Y/n...Please open the door” “Go away” You call sitting back on the couch and playing the movie hoping he would leave but you forgot. This is Remus we’re talking about he’s not going to give up that easy

“Y/n...I need to talk to you” You ignore him “I know you can hear me” Nothing

“Alohomora” Remus says and the door opens. He walks into the lounge seeing you standing up wand pointed at him

“Breaking in is illegal you know, ha what am I saying, you know all about illegal behaviour”

“Y/n I need your help”

“You have the order at your fingertips, you don’t need me I’m not stupid” you glare at him, so done with this mess “I know you're not, you're one of the smartest people I know. But this isn’t for me. This is for Harry”

You lower your wand “What happened to Harry?” “So much, but before I tell you. I’m assuming you’d want to see him?”

“Yes please,” You said quickly

“Come” He offered his arm so you could apparate together. In a blink, you were in a hallway. one you knew, you were in the Black family's house

“Harry!” Remus called heading footsteps down the stairs until Harry was in front of you and Remus

“Harry this is y/n...Your godmother” “Wait...Really?” You smile and nodded, after a silence that killed you

“Why didn’t you take me in?” Harry mumbled  “I tried to, Dumbledore had other plans but I’m here now” You had tears chipping in the corner of your eyes yet were willing them not to fall

“You probably hear this every five seconds, but you look so much like them Harry, but your eyes”

“I have my mother's eyes, I know”

You chuckle “You do, but that’s not what I was going to say” He tilted his head slightly  “I can see James in your eyes”

His eyes widen slightly, tears pricking at the corners like yours.

“You have this spark, one he carried every day, it was always there, it got a bit brighter when he was about to do something stupid, funny and clever, but stupid. One of his master pranks” Your tears fell thinking about it as did Harry’s “He never lost that spark, now it’s your turn to keep it going”

“How well did you know my parents?” He questioned “Lily was my best friend” You let out a breathe like laugh “And she always will be”

“Can you tell me about them?” He said in a small voice “Happily” You smile

“The lounge is just there, I’ve got some boring things to do” Remus smiles motioning to the room across from the hall Harry nods walking there. You turn to Remus first 

“Thank you” You smile at him, the first real smile in a long time. You go catch up to Harry and sit next to Harry on one of the couches. Unluckily, it was with the portrait of Walburga right as you sit down she pipes up

“How dare you enter my home, you’re a disgrace to the wizarding world. I thought I told you never to step foot in my home the last time you were here!”

“Pleasure to see you as always Walburga” She starts yelling again

“Can it, you old hag” You pull out your wand and do a quick spell to muffle her screaming

“I’ll take it off later” You wink at Harry “Now, James”

“Can you tell me about his pranks?”

“Oh, merlin, which one” You laugh “Hm. What about the time where he got the entire Gryffindor tower in detention?”

“How did he manage that!” His eyes widen like his smile, you start telling the story, Harry listening closely he felt like he was just a teenager laughing with you, blocking out the bullshit.

***

Remus had walked into the kitchen dining room to see Sirius standing and the front of the table. His eyes wide “Is that?” Remus nods

Sirius move towards the door but Remus catches his arm “She’s with Harry, let them be for a bit”

Sirius hears laughter. The sound was both the best thing he’s heard in a long, long time, the sound of his wife and godson laughing together and it was real laughter. “I have to see her, I have to talk to her” He had an erratic, anxious voice “Later Pads, when the others get here you can but for now, let her talk with Harry” “Where has she been?”

“Still living in your old home” Sirius’s eyes widen “She works at a cafe close by, I don’t remember the name. That’s all I know” “How is she?” “I- I don’t know” Remus admits looking down while Sirius frowns

“How don’t you know? You’ve been with her while I was- ” “I wasn’t with her…” “What?” Sirius’s voice when down a notch 

“After you got taken away, I cut everyone off, including her”  “You what!?” Sirius voice raised slightly “Don’t you remember what happened when- ”

“Yes I remember Sirius, but I panicked, but what’s important is she’s here now. Come on, we have work to do until the others get here” Sirius reluctantly agreed, giving one last look at the door

You had just told a story of when in an attempt to turn Mrs Norirs pink, the boys turned Mcgonagall pink. When Remus popped his head in the door

“Everyone's back if you wanna say hi”

“Sure!” Harry says you nod going out to the hallway. You take off the charm on the painting before closing the door, getting jump scared by Molly saying hello. “Shivers, Hi Molly”  She grabs your face “It’s been too long!” She smiles

You say hello to everyone making small talk. Sirius was standing in the doorway to the kitchen he went from wanting to talk to you to having a lump in his throat. Seeing you smile made him have a small grin as he watched you with everyone he cared for.

You caught Sirius in the corner of your eye giving him a quick glance before going back to talking to Molly’s twins “Wait, where’s Sirius?” Harry looks around the hallway spotting him at the door “Sirius! Come!” Harry waves Sirius over. He gulps walking over

“Hey y/n” He smiles “Hey” You smile at him. It's the kind of smile he knew, It was one that you were always able to fool everyone with no one but Sirius could tell it was a fake smile. The fake smile you gave people that you didn’t want to talk to.

“Anyway, as much as I want to stay, I have to head back to my house” You give a small smile “Wait, you’re not staying?” Harry’s face fell, It hurt you to see that It felt like your heart cracked  “I’m sorry Harry, I swear on my life I’ll come by every second I can” “Please don’t leave me…” He whispered looking at the floor. You wanted to protest yet you physically couldn’t

“I swear you and James could get me to do anything” His eyes lit up again and he did something you thought you’d never feel again. He hugged you. You stiffen for only a moment, he went to move away and apologies. But you hug him back

“Ok, everyone in the kitchen for dinner!” Molly calls, everyone filling in you go to follow when Sirius calls to you “Y/n, can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to say, Sirius” You say over your shoulder walking into the room with everyone Sirius looks down, before putting on a brave face and walking in after you.

It felt amazing to see everyone again after dinner and a while of catching up, Molly ushing the teens to go up to their rooms to sleep, The adults who didn’t live there slowly leaving as well

“It was amazing to see you all again” You smile brightly as you put on your jacket “Are you going to come back again?” Harry says a worried look on his face

“Every chance I get, I’ll be here for you, and you can always send me a letter if you need me” You hug Harry kissing the crown of his head. Saying final goodbyes you go to the door as Harry runs up the stairs.

It’s just you and Sirius left in the hallway, you give him a smile It was small but real. He smiled at you back “I missed you” he said sadness evident in his voice.

You nod, raising your hand in a small wave. He notices your ring not there and his eyes sink, he starts fiddling with his ring something he did when he was upset or stressed and you noticed

“I’ve still got it you know?” You step closer to him. grabbing his hand with his ring on it

“But you’re not wearing it” His voice was small “I know this whole mess broke us, broke you, I guess I just hoped you still loved me like I love you”

You move his hand to your lips placing a small kiss on the ring. Something you did when he was stressed, his eyes started watering. You pull the necklace from under your shirt

“Just because it’s not on my finger doesn’t mean I’m not wearing it I have it on me all day, every day It just felt wrong to have it on my finger since I thought you’d stop loving me”

He smiled, taking the necklace off you slipping the ring off, putting it back on your finger where it felt right. This moment made you feel whole again like Sirius was getting a broom and rags cleaning the broken glass, to get you a new cup of coffee, to make a new start.

“I know things aren’t going to be like they used to but I’ll be damned if I don’t try to make you feel like you once did and I won’t leave you again. Even if it means sitting in this fucking house. I’ll do it for you” Tears started falling from his eyes matching the ones that fell from yours

“Sirius, our old home, isn’t a home anymore. After you left, the life left it but this place isn’t a ‘house’ for me. This may be a horrendous place, the source of so much pain. But it’s home cause you’re here” He pulls you into a hug crying into your shoulder 

“I missed you so much y/n” “I missed you too Siri, I love you, and I never stopped and I never will” “I love you” He kept repeating into your hair

Harry was standing at the top of the stairs watching this, crying seeing the two people who were best friends with his parents. Who have both sworn to him never to leave him reuniting. He had overheard Remus and Sirius talking about you before but it didn’t click it was you. How could it? he’d never met you and they never said your name, it makes sense now, how Sirius talked about you.

Looking up the stairs you saw Harry duck out of view, but you had seen him

“Harry, if you were going to watch and eavesdrop on us you probably should have put your invisibility cloak on” You chuckled hearing Harry swear under his breath and Sirius looked up the stairs at him, motioning him to come down. He’s never moved so quickly and he joined the hug

“When this is all over we’ll be a proper family, you’ll see” Sirius smiles

The glass had been fixed and never been clearer.

[legacyridley]

— LYING IS THE MOST FUN A GIRL CAN HAVE WITHOUT TAKING HER CLOTHES OFF (BUT IT’S BETTER IF YOU DO!)

“I CAN’T RECALL a single amazing thing i have seen first-hand that i didn't immediately reference to a movie or tv show. a fucking commercial. you know the awful singsong of the blasé: seeeen it. i've literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: the secondhand experience is always better. the image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore.”

                                                                                          — gillian flynn , gone girl

ooc —

hi there ! i’m shannon, i’m non-binary, my pronouns are she/they and i’m from the united kingdom. you can just call me the ceo of the unhinged rosamund pike cinematic universe, though. or keira knightley’s bitch, because i am, even if i decided against bringing her this time ( still might later ! ) i love morally corrupt women, i’d give my life for them, if one couldn’t tell by . . . uh. frankie. 

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[ rosamund pike | 40 | she/her | cis woman ] if it isn’t FRANCESCA RIDLEY ! you know, FRANKIE ! they’ve lived in monarda for TWO MONTHS. some people say that they’re CONSCIENTIOUS & CHARMING, but that they can also be PRIVILEGED & AVARICIOUS. last i heard, they were working FREELANCE as a BUSINESSWOMAN ! i’ve also heard the rumor that they’re a WITCH. if you’d ask me, they remind me of BEING BORN WITH THE METALLIC TANG OF A SILVER SPOON IN YOUR MOUTH ( JUST LIKE THE TASTE OF YOUR OLD-MONEY BLOOD ), “MANEATER” BY NELLY FURTADO PLAYING, SLIGHTLY MUFFLED, FROM INSIDE YOUR CAR, LIKE MUSIC FROM A PARTY BATHROOM, & THE NOTION OF A NEW SELF YOU’LL FIND BY THE SHORE ( BUT HOW’S THAT WORKING OUT FOR YOU, HONEY? DO YOU FEEL LOVED? ) ! i wonder what monarda’s got in store for them today!

BASICS —

NAME: francesca legacy ridley ( yes, really. )

AGE: forty ( b. 28 january, 1981 — knightsbridge, london, united kingdom. )

NICKNAMES: frankie , and frankie only.

GENDER: cis female.

ORIENTATIONS: bisexual / biromantic.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: divorced & single.

NATIONALITY: british-american ( dual. )

ETHNICITY: white ( english. )

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, french, german.

OCCUPATION: social media mogul & socialite. ex-sunglasses model. 

EDUCATION: institut le rosey & magdalen college, oxford.

PERSONALITY —

ASTROLOGICAL BIG THREE: aquarius sun, scorpio moon, scorpio rising.

MBTI TYPE: entj-a. ( the commander. )

HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin ( ravenclaw hatstall. )

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: eight with a seven wing ( the maverick. )

THEME SONG: maneater by nelly furtado.

FAVOURITE SONG: lay all your love on me by abba.

FAVOURITE ALBUM: super trouper by abba (1980)

PET PEEVES: people who don’t say ‘thank you’ when you open the door. back-seat drivers. chewing too loudly. tea that’s too milky. cambridge graduates. 

PHOBIAS: trypophobia. hemophobia ( blood ). arachnophobia. coulrophobia ( clowns. )

GUILTY PLEASURES: radio-friendly pop music. sunglasses, still. netflix-binge style sitcoms. kate winslet movies. true crime documentaries. st trinian’s (2007) dir. oliver parker.

ABOUT —

she’s deeply charming but also . . . it’s mostly theatre. ridleys know how to put on a show. ridleys know how to make friends. so meet frankie: #1 flirt, #1 liar, and perfectionist to the nth degree.

oxford graduate from a family of oxford graduates ; if you don’t get what that means for a person, substitute oxford with harvard and you might just about be getting there, right down to the annoying person — the sort of humdrum regular who grinds on francesca’s gears — who says ‘ oh, you went to harvard? say something smart! ’ growing up in a house in london that looks like it is out of a fairytale ( would be, if the city and all its bustle and noise weren’t on the doorstep ) is about as sweet as it sounds, and who could blame one for getting a touch . . . jealous ? well, other than frankie, a product of a private school in switzerland, an oxford college, and a trust fund, who could judge someone for breathing incorrectly, and says things such as ‘ jealousy is a disease, get well soon. ’

HOW DID SHE GET TO HER CURRENT POSITION ? . . .other than her parents’ money and a wealth of connections? well, frankie quickly came to understand something; that every time the older generations catch up to a social media platform, there’s a sudden vacuum as the younger generation work out where to go. and where the audience go is where the influence is, which gains you more connections, more wealth, more influence in places people would never even think to look. do you ever think about what information leaves your hands, and where, when you agree to the terms and conditions? you probably should. 

[ NOTE : when i imagine the platform, it’s something fairly twitter-esque, but without the people who use long hashtags and can’t figure out how it works. and more . . . aesthetic, somehow. like pinterest-level aesthetics. i’ll be working it out over time, but i’ve named it spectrum. yes, it’s named after the florence & the machine song, please don’t judge me. it started off as a university project á la the social network ( brilliant bloody movie ) that went onto a massive scale & became trendy and addictive. imagine if mark zuckerberg was a cool, bisexual, female ex-sunglasses model who once married the heir to grovesnor group, made him sign a considerable prenup and then divorced him when he cheated ( there was some full diana revenge dress content ) fifteen years ago, just before her old university idea went mainstream. he regrets it now, doesn’t he ? ]

imagine the kind of assholes who would give their child ‘ legacy ’ as a middle name to remind her of the constant pressure on her shoulders ? welcome to the ridleys, london-born mother & father to francesca ( golden child, with more issues than meets the eye, actually as much of a party girl as her sister but successful ) and roman ( motorbike-obsessed disgrace. ) they’re one of the oldest witch families out there, but — up until frankie & roman — they’ve been able to keep it quiet for their own benefit. 

so what does frankie DO with her magic? she always says she specialises in the tempting, though the addictive is perhaps more apt. want to feel so excited about something you’ll never be bored again? want the best trip of your life? frankie’s your gal. and does it have anything to do with how influential spectrum became & how much of an addictive presence she can be? . . . well, that’s for her to know & no one to find out. 

AND NOW, THE FINAL QUESTION: why the fuck is london’s premier rich bitch in where she’d consider nowhere, maine ? well, she’s on sort of a self-recreation trip right now. think about tahani in the good place when she tries to step out of the spotlight without actually doing it, except she’s thinking the sea air will cleanse her of a slight... unease coming with the approaching mid-life crisis and having to dye her greys out. 

but now she’s in a smaller place than sprawling london, living in that house you look at and think ‘fuck, i’d kill for that view,’ having to associate with people properly rather than being almost a concept of a person . . . what if people tear aside the mask and discover the serpentine nature and the moral rot that lies behind it ?

credits —

template !

[animezing-fandoms]

Nailed It!

Masterlist

Relationships: Kyo x Tohru

Warnings: None

Summary: Kyo feels bad that Tohru’s been the one mostly doing the chores and cooking around the house so he decides to bake her a cake as a reward for all of her hard work and it goes about as well as you think it will. 

A/N: Yeah so this isn’t an FT one-shot but I had this dream the other night because I’ve been watching a lot of Nailed It! On Netflix and Fruits Basket S2 has been cranking out awesome episodes each week so I figured I’d take a break from Animal Crossing to get back to writing! XD 

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When Kyo walks into his room and sees his laundry neatly folded on top of his dresser he feels a pang of guilt. He’s been having those a lot lately. He knows that Tohru’s always more than happy to do the chores around the house, but he can’t help but feel bad sometimes that she’s the one who works the most. 

And it’s not just the chores either. Lately, he’s even been feeling guilty at dinner since she’s the one that cooks all of their meals. She’s always been more than happy to cook for all of them since they don’t know how, and her food always tastes great but lately, Kyo’s been feeling guilty that Yuki, Shigure and himself have been reaping the benefits of Tohru’s hard work and not giving her anything in return aside from a place to stay, which was a pretty good gift in return for a few chores and meals but Kyo still couldn’t help but feel like she deserved something more. 

He lays down on his bed and decides that he should do something for Tohru. Get her a gift or something as a thank you for everything she does around here. But what that gift would be is difficult to think of. Tohru’s never been one to ask for things, so he has no clue what she’d even want for a gift if he were to give her one. 

He turns over on his side and notices a magazine on the floor. When he picks it up by one side the magazine opens to show a recipe for a vanilla and strawberry cake. And suddenly he got an idea.

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“Oh my Kyo, what are you planning on doing in the kitchen today?” Shigure asks as he notices the cake ingredients on the counter and Kyo searching for pots and pans for baking a cake, and causing quite a racket while doing so.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Kyo grumbles while pulling his head out of the cabinets. “I’m going to bake a cake.”

“I see. But why are you making a cake? I’m sure if you asked Tohru she’d be more than happy to-“

“I’m making this cake for Tohru!” Kyo snaps at Shigure. “She’s always doing everything around here and now I want to do something for her so she knows she’s appreciated.”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you Kyo. Best of luck to you. And just so you know the fire extinguisher is right against this wall. I’m sure you’ll need to use it at some point during this attempt at baking.” Shigure says before walking away.

“I’m not gonna need it because everything is going to go perfectly!” Kyo shouts back at him. “I’ve seen Tohru bake a cake. It looks easy when she does it so this can’t be too hard.”

Kyo looks at the list of ingredients and their amounts.

“So I just throw everything into the same bowl right?” He says to himself.

5 minutes later....

“Why is this batter so thick?” Kyo asks as he mixes it. “Tohru’s didn’t look like this when she was making cake. Or did it?”

Kyo tries to think back on his memory of Tohru baking but then he blushes when he realizes that instead of watching how she was baking a cake he was just watching her, because she looked so happy when she was baking and it was adorable.

“Well, so much for using my memory as a guide.” He says. “Now it says I have to grease the pan. Grease it? With what? Car grease? That doesn’t sound right. The recipe didn’t list grease in the ingredients so it’ll probably be fine if I don’t have it in there.” He says as he pours all of his batter into the pan until it was full to the top.

Then he slid it into the oven and set a timer.

“Well that was easy. I guess now I know why they say ‘it’ll be a piece of cake.’” Kyo says with a smirk. “Now I’ve just got to make the frosting. But I don’t really understand what buttercream is. How can someone can turn butter into cream. Isn’t cream the stuff that becomes butter?”

———————

“Thanks again for walking me home from work today.” Tohru says to Yuki as they walk up to the house.

“Of course. You know I’m always happy to walk you home.” Yuki says.

“I know, but I felt like I should thank you since it was supposed to be Kyo walking me back today instead of you. I wonder why he couldn’t come?” Tohru asks.

“I’m not too sure.” Yuki says. “He said something about it being a surprise.”

“Oh that sounds so exciting!” Tohru exclaims. “I wonder what it could be!”

Yuki sniffs the air and his eyes widen. “Whatever it is, it smells like it’s burning!”

Yuki and Tohru run the rest of the way towards the house, relieved to find that it didn’t burn down but when they get inside, they both gasp from the mess in the kitchen.

The walls and cabinets had splotches of white frosting on them. And there was smoke coming out of the oven. And poor Kyo had frosting on his clothes and face and he looked frustrated and exhausted.

“Kyo-kun what happened are you okay?” Tohru asks as she runs towards him to get a closer look to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

But then she trips on an eggshell on the floor and falls into him, turning him into a cat.

“Don’t worry about me I’m fine.” Kyo grumbles as he crawls out from under his shirt and sits in front of Tohru to look her over for injuries.

“Are you okay? You didn’t hurt yourself when you fell right?” He asks.

“No I’m fine.” Tohru says and picks Kyo up. “But what’s that on the table?” She asks and turns him towards his disgrace of a cake.

“It’s a cake.” Kyo says ashamedly.

“Ah, now this mess makes perfect sense.” Yuki says and looks around.

“Shut it you stupid rat!” Kyo shouts at him. “At least I tried to do something useful around here instead of just making Tohru do it like you and Shigure do!”

“And now you see why we leave the cooking to Tohru.” Yuki says and gestures to the mess in the kitchen and Kyo hisses at him.

“Kyo-kun why did you try to bake on your own? If you had asked me I would have been more than happy to show you.” Tohru explains.

“I know, but I wanted to surprise you by baking you a cake to thank you for everything you do around here. And I’ve seen you bake and it looked so easy that I thought I could do it too. But now I realize that you make it look easy because you’re so good at it. I’m sorry this mess is all I can give you. You deserve better than that.” Kyo says.

“No Kyo-kun I love it!” Tohru says.

“Really?” Kyo asks. “How? It’s just a wad of cake pieces mashed together with frosting because the dumb thing spilled all over the oven and only the bottom part was baked but it stuck to the pan so I had to scrape it out and it fell apart and then the frosting kept melting on it. The only thing I did right was cut the strawberries!” Kyo exclaims.

“And you did that so well! I don’t care that the cake’s not perfect. I’m just so happy that you put in so much effort to make it, and that’s why I love it! But the next time you try baking, let me do it with you so I can show you how it’s done.” Tohru says and rests her cheek against the top of his head.

“Okay, deal.” Kyo says and rubs his head against Tohru’s cheek.

A few minutes later Yuki heard an odd noise.

“Kyo, you’re purring.” He points out.

“I am not!” Kyo shouts back at him.

[mariephillipswriter]

Square Eyes

Do they still say that if you watch too much television you'll get square eyes? Or is that an expression that went out of fashion when kids started spending all their time in front of the internet? Putting aside the obvious riposte (televisions aren't square, they're rectangular) I can report that I have been doing extensive research in this area and have come to the scientific conclusion: no, you won't. I have been watching so much television. SO MUCH TELEVISION. I never believed that I could watch such an immense quantity of television. On the whole I don't watch it during the day except for sometimes when I am having my breakfast and also when having my lunch, but in the evenings, when I have finished pretending to work, I might start watching television at about 6pm, or 5pm, or 4pm on a bad day, and keep going until, say, 11pm or midnight. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE. HOW CAN A PERSON LIVE THIS WAY. Well it's easy enough, it turns out, if you're under lockdown in London in December and it's dark from 4pm and raining most of the time and you have the emotional resources of a gnat and reading is too demanding and talking on the phone is too exhausting and the light in the living room is not good enough for doing a puzzle in evening hours and you quit social media a month or so ago because it was driving you out of your mind with anxiety. I don't watch six or seven or eight hours of television every night. Don't be ridiculous. Some nights I only watch about three hours of television because I have a Zoom call or I'm cooking dinner or I've got stuck into a good cryptic crossword, maybe the Saturday Times Jumbo one because the Guardian ones are too gimmicky, or at last I've found a book gripping yet easy enough that I can't put it down (thank you Robert Galbraith, thank you Marian Keyes), but I would say that three hours is the minimum and my god that is a LOT. EVERY DAY. THREE HOURS. MINIMUM. But you don't need to me to explain that to you because you are all watching three four five six seven hours of television every day and when you are not watching television you are phoning your friends and first of all talking about the specific way that your own personal lockdown is terrible but then eventually saying 'what are you watching on television' because what else is there even to talk about? At the start of lockdown there was quite a small pool of television that everyone was watching (that thing about the Tiger King, which I didn't watch because by the time I got back from my early lockdown in Costa Rica you'd all seen it, and Normal People which I didn't watch because I was too embarassed to sit through all the sex scenes with my flatmates, and I May Destroy You, which I didn't watch because about five minutes of it was enough to send me into a massive panic spiral, but I hear was very good), but once we had all (other than me) got through that and Covid dragged on for months, our conversations began taking on the tenor of Vikings crowding around one another as a boat returns from a foray, WHAT IS OUT THERE, WHAT DID YOU FIND OUT THERE, IS THERE SOMETHING OUT THERE THAT I MIGHT DESIRE? And the Viking says yes, there is this thing called Schitts Creek but you really have to push on through the first season because I promise you it gets better and better and you will start to love that obnoxious family. And then we all watched Schitts Creek. (Including me, it's wonderful, you have to push on through the first series you will start to love that obnoxious family, Dan Levy is a divinity in human form and if you want more of him you could do worse than checking out the lesbian Christmas-themed romcom Happiest Season, which you can rent from Amazon Prime.) And now we are beyond even that and all our lives resonate with the screeching sound of a televisual barrel being scraped and now this is when things get really interesting (or put another way, VERY VERY BORING) because everyone has fractured and we are all watching different kinds of random stuff found in the dusty corners and unloved algorithms of our streaming services. There's the friend who has got into watching obscure French crime series on Netflix (The Chalet! La Mante!) and the friend who is watching every episode of Poirot on Britbox (thirteen series, 70 episodes) (though that pales in comparison with the friend who did a total rewatch of Friends from beginning to end (236 episodes) and finished it ages ago and is starving for more) and the friend who calls me up seemingly every week with a new old show nobody else has ever heard of (such as the early 1990s Nigel Havers and Warren Clarke comedy spy drama Sleepers, which he is watching old-school-style on DVD, and which apparently is like The Americans only with Nigel Havers and funny, and also, you should watch The Americans.) When I look back on the amount of television I have watched this year it defies comprehension. There were the things I would have watched anyway like the whole of Strictly Come Dancing and His Dark Materials, and the things that took me by surprise, like the stealthily hilarious Danny Dyer gameshow The Wall that was on straight after Strictly and drove me into a total obsession with the way that Danny Dyer says "Drop 'Em" (he's talking about the balls that are dropped down the wall, it's hard to explain, you can find it on iPlayer, but meanwhile if you only click on one link in this whole newsletter PLEASE click on that one), there were the things that were created especially to get me through lockdown (the wonderful David Tennant and Michael Sheen Zoom comedy Staged, which is not only extremely funny but allows you to see inside David Tennant's house which I'm not sure I am technically allowed to watch because of the restraining order? Anyway, new series coming on Monday, fellow DT fans) and the familiar things I watched to soothe me when it all got too much (Doctor Who, starting before Tennant even gets in on the action, right at the begining of the New Who seasons with Christopher Eccleston, because armchair space travel is the only kind of travel we are going to be getting for a while) and the exciting things I watched when I could no longer bear the tedious repetition of every identical day (Line of Duty, in which the famous-for-the-far-inferior Bodyguard writer Jed Mercurio delivers ludicrously compelling twisty-turny stories about police corruption that cannot be predicted for even a nanosecond) and the things that I watched just because I loved them (Fosse/Verdon, the Bob Fosse and Gwen Verdon bio-series starring the breathtakingly charismatic Sam Rockwell and Michelle Williams, which is one of the best-made pieces of television I've ever seen, Love Life, the Anna Kendrick romantic comedy series which was surprisingly touching and truthful about the relationships that make up a life and which didn't make me want to open a vein as a single person the way that many looking-for-love shows do, and Better Things, a sort-of-comedy sort-of-drama written, directed by and starring Pamela Adlon, which began as a collaboration with Louis CK and initially reflected the sensibility of his show Louie, but became far more experimental and interesting once, after CK's disgrace, Adlon took over completely - the fourth series is maybe the closest thing I've seen on TV to a representation of the rhythms of real life, with long scenes of Adlon just cooking a meal on her own, or contemplating the rain, of having arguments with her children that explode from nowhere and end just as suddenly with tears or laughter or nothing at all.) And this entire paragraph is just things that I have watched on the BBC. Not even everything that I have watched on the BBC. The BBC is INCREDIBLE and my license fee has been serious value for money, before you even count all that time spent watching the news [Munch Scream emoji]. But overall, it doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of television that I have watched this year. Though while we're here, have you noticed that sometimes it's more relaxing to watch something bad than something good? Have you noticed that a vapid, cliched show like Virgin River (heartbroken city nurse with a secret moves to small town and falls in love with battle-wounded bartender with a secret), a show that makes This Is Us look like Succession, has the same effect on your brain that taking off your work shoes and putting on your slippers has for your feet? You can rest now, it says, there is nothing more for you to do. Have you noticed how easy it is to chug down, say, four episodes in a row of Designated Survivor - a show designed by a committee charged with taking elements of The West Wing, Homeland and 24, and making something similar but, crucially, much more ridiculous - without your mind even noticing that anything has happened at all? And if you're really ready for something utterly idiotic, might I suggest The Bold Type, in which three twentysomething girls in bonkers designer outfits "work" at an aspirationally "feminist" glossy magazine, and by "work" I mean constantly leave the office in the middle of the day to take care of personal business, and by "feminist" I mean "empowering women by for example having them post selfies of themselves looking perfect but without makeup on social media", a feminism so very feminist that they called the magazine's parent company Steinem in the first series and then had to change it to Safford, I can only presume because Gloria Steinem threatened to sue them. A couple of episodes of that is the televisual equivalent of having a nice relaxing full frontal lobotomy. Don't get me wrong: I love these shows. I owe them more gratitude than I can say. I would be unable to survive without them. I've managed to watch five hours of television just since starting this post24 hours ago (three episodes of Doctor Who, half a really cheap and very bad Sky Arts documentary about the musical Hamilton, and a travelogue in which Torvill and Dean go in search of a frozen lake in Alaska on which to dance Bolero but can't find one for almost the entire show because of global warming, which made me simultaneously and conflictingly want to give up air travel, fly to Alaska immediately, become obsessed with Torvill and Dean AND wonder how they managed to skate together all these decades without killing each other especially Torvill but also especially Dean). Five hours of TV, sounds like a lot, but with eight hours of sleep, that still left me eleven hours to fill in this boring boring boring boring BORING BORING BORING boring boring BORING boring BORING BORING lockdown. I think I am being incredibly restrained, all things considered. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some time to kill, having finished writing this post, and with at least five hours to fill before bed. I wonder what's on TV?

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[osakaprince]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 - 𝐧.𝐣𝐦

genre: fluff

pairing: fem!reader x bestfriend!jaemin

warning(s): a few curse words

summary: you couldn’t imagine spending your summer with anyone other than your best friend, jaemin

sunday [9:31 am] “min, turn your damn alarm off. it’s summer.” you groaned and threw a pillow at the boy passed out on the floor. his head shot up at the impact, rolling his eyes when he saw you smiling at him. the two of you had been up all night having a sleepover by yourselves.

monday [12:57 pm] the waves crashed against the shore as you and jaemin sat on the pier, eating sandwiches that you packed from home. “here, try mine.” jaemin leaned over and stuck his sandwhich in your face, giving you an unbit end. “eh, it’s okay.” you shrugged, taking a sip of your water. he playfully scoffed, “probably better than yours.”

tuesday [5:22 am] “come on, y/n,” jaemin tugged at the comforter that was tightly wrapped around your body. “we made plans to watch the sunrise!” you rolled across the bed to get yourself further from jaemin’s complaining but he simply jumped in, kicking your back with both feet and sending you flying to the ground. “you’re a fuck, i hope you know that.” you cursed, finally unwrapping yourself from the blanket.

wednesday [6:43 pm] growing impatient from jaemin’s inability to decide on an ice cream flavor, you began nonchalantly fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt. jaemin swatted at your hand and reached across the counter to pay. “what’d you decide on?” you asked once sitting down at a booth. “pistachio,” he answered, earning a look of disgust from you. “you’re a disgrace to this friendship.”

thursday [11:14 pm] early 2000s hits blasted as you and jaemin drove down backroads. you were dancing around in your seat when jaemin glanced over at you and smiled. there was nothing he loved more than seeing you so happy. “shawty’s like a melody in my head that i can’t keep out, got me singing like.” you and jaemin screamed the lyrics to an old classic, letting the wind run in the window and through your hair.

friday [7:23 am] “breakfast is served.” jaemin gleamed proudly at his stack of pancakes, climbing into bed with you. he handed you a fork and began digging in while you searched for a movie on netflix. “you better not eat all of them.” you warned, not taking your eyes off the screen. jaemin stopped mid-chew, peeking over to see if you were looking. “technically, i get all rights. i made them.”

saturday [8:55 pm] “saturday’s are for the boys.” jaemin puffed his chest out as you walked past him to get to your closet. “oh yeah? and that’s why you’re spending your saturday at my house instead of with ‘the boys’?” you retorted. he plopped down on your bed with a huff, internally grinning when you joined him in your guys’ matching pajamas.

[ivory-haired-queens-blog]

Unpopular Opinions: Fandom Edition

Hey none of you asked but I’m here to deliver so here are some unpopular opinions for the fandoms I’m in. Spoilers, duh.

Marvel:

I don’t like Natasha. Or Steve.

Pepper Potts is a top.

As much as I love Loki, his death was nessicary in Infinity War.

Steve should have killed Bucky in Civil War. He was a threat, plain and simple.

I ship Ironstrange/Supremefamily.

Clint should have died in Infinity War.

I love Tony Stark with my whole heart. (Not an unpopular opinion but you needed to know that)

I’m not happy with the end of Endgame.

10 years in the making....for you to do Thor like that?

Not because he’s fat or because he’s dealing with trauma, that’s totally acceptable.

What’s not acceptable is them making Thor into the butt of the joke because he’s fat.

I love the Antman movies.

I’m totally not biased because I loved lost.

(I’m kinda biased)

Shuri is the best Marvel character and would beat Tony Stark in a battle of wits.

(I’m so gay I love her.)

With as many years as Marvel has had the MCU, I am disgusted at the lack of diversity within the movies.

Like it’s 2019 and we JUST got a female empowerment scene in Endgame.

Like I want a gay superhero.

(We have a disabled one thank god. Love you Stephen.)

And don’t give me that Valkyrie/Captain Marvel BS because they never blatantly stated or showed it in their movies.

I want an Asian superhero bitch.

A superhero who is Muslim/Islam/and religion besides Christian.

I think that, as much as I hate Natasha and Steve, they should have been the ones that Bruce first sees in Infinity War. I know it set up the whole “earth is closed today” sequence but it didn’t make sense and was OOC.

I love Stephen Strange and he’s never done a single thing wrong ever in his life I would die for this man.

I like MCU Peter Parker over the origional movie Spider-Man.

Fight me.

I also like the Tony Stark/Peter Parker better than the Uncle Ben/Peter Parker so @ me.

The 100

I don’t ship Bellarke that hard.

Like yes, I think they’re obviously being groomed to end up together. I know the show runners will make them official before the end of the series. I’m not mad about that, I just don’t really care to be honest. It’s like, too obvious.

But there are some cute bellarke scenes

What they did to Monty was bullshit but what they did to Jasper was worse.

I feel no guilt whatsoever in saying that I think that killing all of Mount Weather was what they should have done from the beginning.

Yes, even the kids. Because if you kill their leaders, the men and women will fight back. The colony would have been left with a handful of adults, and a bunch of kids if the origional plan had worked. This is doomed to fail and honestly just killing them all would be better than seeing them kill eachother for food, power, whatever. If that makes sense.

I think that Finn deserved to die.

I think that Murphey deserves the world.

Charlotte fucking killed Wells. Yes she’s young but she knows better than to kill someone. Maybe not kill her, but we all know that Clarke wouldn’t have banished her like she did Murphey. Clarke has a gender bias because Murphey didn’t do anything and she wouldn’t have punished Charlotte as hard because she’s a young girl. I rest my case

Even though what he did was bad and wrong, I don’t think Murphey should have been banished. He’s right. They were all compliant and even excited when he was being hung, but when it’s a little girl all bets are off.

Like Bellamy brought the whole hostage thing upon himself because he fucking tied a noose around Murphey’s throat.

Again, not that what Murphey did was right. He didn’t have to act like that. Jasper didn’t do anything to him.

Also this segment is getting long but the show writers and everyone else just casually forgot that Murphey was TORTURED? Hello? Are we not going to acknowledge that?

I shipped Clexa with my whole heart.

Another actually popular opinion: what they’ve done to Raven’s character this season is bullshit. Her only role is Abby’s moral compass. This is the same girl who shuttled to earth in a Tin Can. She’s better than this.

What the fuck??? Happened to??? Jordan???

Like Madi stabbed him

And then they proceeded to not talk about it for like four episodes and then casually mention it in passing like “oh he saved Pria that means he gets to live”

Like they set up his character to be really important this season.

But he’s not.

I think that Murphey/Emori is the best ship.

I also think that Either Murphey or Emori or Both are secretly double crossing the Primes. (This comes out before the finale of season six)

They didn’t have to do Onyia like that

The opening of season three is so weak that I actually stopped watching the show around that time (I’d been watching since the beginning of season two) because there’s just nothing there in the first like 10 minutes and I couldn’t do it.

Maybe I’m just impatient but it’s bad.

I think that Octavia did the best that she could with what she had available and I think that’s she’s not a bad person for what she did with the fighting pits/cannabalism. And I know that if Bellamy had been in her place, he would have eventually done the same.

Kane was a whiny bitch in season 5.

Why’d the kill Diyoza(I can’t spell) like that?

I liked Joesephine. It was really fun to see Eliza Taylor be able to get a new character in the show. Also props to her for that last episode with pretending to be Joesephine and being Clarke at the same time.

I called the dude being Gabriel from the first time I saw him you peasants.

Octavia’s redemption arc this season is beautiful.

They did....that.....to Kane. I’m angerey.

Lost In space

Not enough people watch this show. (The Netflix remake or the origional)

Seriously guys it’s a good show.

Absolutely nothing is wrong with it.

I love Don West with my whole heart.

I love Dr. Smith with my half heart.

I love the robot with my two hearts.

I love Penny Robinson with all the stars in the galaxy.

I love all of them okay.

There are no plot holes, no inconsistencies, no faulty science and anyone who says (or proves) otherwise is wrong.

It’s confirmed for a season two which should air in like the December-February time area.

It’s a Netflix show so you can binge the entire season in like a weekend.

Seriously watch it.

The Umbrella Academy

Five x Delores is weird.

Luther x Allison is illegal.

Klaus deserves all the push pops in the world.

The handler is hot.

The Comission killed Dave.

Luther is the most boring, Unorigional, straight white guy character I’ve seen in a long time. I hate him so much.

Allison is a queen but her character is brought down by her weird relationship with her brother.

Tbh if I was Allison you know I’d be telling my kids that I heard a rumor that theyd go the fuck to sleep. Like that’s a good thing. Idk maybe I’m just a sociopath.

Istanbul not Constantinople being played over a scene where five murders a squad of Commission people is the greatest cinematic masterpiece ever conceived by man.

“Where are you going” “to save the world” “oh is that all?” Iconic.

None of these are really unpopular but the show writers seem to think differently.

Diego has never done anything wrong in his life like yaaaasss bitch kill your brother at yo daddy’s funeral!!! Work!!!

PaTcH

AAaAHh

Big Theif - Mary is the perfect song to play over Klaus returning from Vietnam.

Will you love me, like you loved me in the January rain?

It’s up there with Goodbye July.

Speaking of Goodbye July....

Z Nation

Many people haven’t watched it

It’s like if The Walking Dead and Zombieland had a baby....and then the baby did a line of cocaine.

It’s wild.

Watching Garnet die ruined every sliver of hope I had in humanity.

I have a special place in my heart for this show because it’s the first show that me and my mom would stay up and watch the new episodes air every Friday. It brought us closer and I can’t thank the cast and show runners enough for this.

So maybe I’m biased, but you should watch it.

Having Murphey switch from being an anti-hero to a villain back to an anti-hero and then to a regular hero, amazing. Astonishing. The peak of human existence.

Even though he’s not entirely human.

What color is Murphey today? Is he pale, discolored, grey, blue, red? We don’t know!

Roberta Warren is the Black Goddess main protagonist that we deserve.

Addison Carver is a functional Bi.

10k is tragic backstory central but other than that, his character development is pretty lacking other than him persuing love interests.

None of these are really unpopular opinions but I doubt any of you have watched the show. It’s on Netflix. Watch it.

Oooooohhhhh George.

Georgia St. Clair could stomp me to death and my ghost would still want to fuck her.

Anyways I’m gay

God damn I have a lot of pent up Gay energy.

Murphey and Lucy have a realistic enstranged father/daughter relationship and it’s heartwarming.

And then they killed her off to save him.

Honestly if you name a character Murphey they can only be assholish bad boys with a good heart deep down sorry I don’t make the rules.

Also if you name a character Murphey I will love them with my whole soul.

I’m so mad they cancelled the show.

I’m infinitely more mad that they named that disgrace of a show Black Summer and claimed that it was a prequel....but it didn’t follow the same cast and had they not advertised it as a prequel I would never have guessed.

Black Summer gives totally opposite vibes than Z Nation does. I get that black summer is supposed to be the worst time that the zombie apocalypse ever had, with cannibals and no food, but it feels like s completely different show.

It’s like if The Walking Dead claimed that it is a prequel/occurs during Shaun of the Dead.

Like....no. They’re....no.

Anyway watch it it’s good.

Detroit: Become Human

Connor isn’t the best character.

This is an unpopular opinion post deal with it.

Markus has to be my favorite.

Honestly this game is so good and not even just graphics-wise.

It’s the same robotic sentience story we’ve been fed for years, but this time it’s from the Android’s perspective and this time all they want is to be free. That’s it.

I fucking hate North.

Hank is literally if Rick from Rick and Morty were serious.

The only correct way to play Connor is to walk the thin line between deviant and regular A.I. Without leaving out Hank. The correct thing to do is make Conner deviant at Jericho.

The only correct way to play Kara is to protect Alice with every fiber of your being. Meanwhile, get close to her. Do not get caught, even if that means dissappointing her.

The only correct way to play Markus is to lead a peaceful revolution. Also tell North to fuck off.

The border patrol guy who either gets Kara and Alice caught or knowingly lets Androids cross the border is the best character. Forget about Markus, this guy sees either “oh fuck androids are killing people, maybe we shouldn’t let this one cross the border” or “Androids just want to be free and are peacefully fighting for this. Let this one and her daughter through.” I love him.

LUTHER.

YES DADDY.

anyway.

Let Out The Bear He Just Wants To Say Hi :)

Even though I think Conner is overrated by the fandom, I do like him.

But he’s not a pure innocent cinnamon roll either.

It depends on how you play, but he has really violent options so stop the “He wouldn’t harm a fly” attitude.

But he is cute.

The home screen for the game is revolutionary (no pun intended) and I hope future game follow suit in making the first impression of the game something cool.

Stealing clothes/money/the fence cutters is literally okay.

Also if you put Kara in white hair you can die.

If in your first actual play through you got the Kara lives at the recycling plant ending but Alice dies, you can die too.

I’ve never actually seen the steal money and go to motel option play out because it’s stupid, especially if you don’t steal clothes. Like that’s begging to be caught.

Stranger things

Billy Hargrove is bad and just because he’s abused does not make what he does okay.

Harringrove is gross and I’m gay so my opinion counts as double.

That being said, there are some really cute fics about Harringrove and I can see the appeal of “good boy falls for mysterious bad boy with a dark past and trauma”

I’ve said I’m gay this whole post because I say it a lot, but I don’t like actually labeling myself but I like girls and boys and everything in between and I say I’m gay kinda as a joke when girls are hot.

That being said...

Steve Harrington calling himself Daddy made me feel things.

Strange things.

Haha get it I’m making a joke to distract you from the daddy part.

Steve Harrington is a good person now, but he was still an asshole before and he can still be criticized for his past.

I used to be hardcore Jancy but after season three I feel like Nancy needs and deserves a break from boys so she can figure out herself and who she is now and what she wants to do without the weight of boys and boyfriends constantly around her.

That being said i still don’t like Nancy because she was flirting/slept in the same bed with Jonathan whilst obviously having feelings for him while she and Steve were still a thing. It’s not cheating but to me it’s close enough to raise red flags.

Robin is perfect in every way.

I don’t like Jonathan. He’s creepy in s1, fine in s2, but then is s3 he doesn’t do anything to or about his male bosses when Nancy is being made fun of because she’s a woman.

Seeing Nancy’s class priveledge/Jonathan’s male priveledge clashing was so cool tbh

Elmax > Mileven > Lumax

Jim Hopper, with all his faults, is still a caring dad.

Plus him threatening Mike made me laugh so hard sksksksks

Steve Harrington deserves the world and then some.

Low key I really want s4 to give in insight on his family life.

I also want him to get an apartment with Robin.

Robins cute tbh but for half the season I though she was a Russian spy. I guess I was wrong.

Mrs. Wheeler shouldn’t sleep with billy (not that she can now) because it’s wrong, but the reason she wanted to is because her husband is so boring and she gave up on her dreams to be his perfect housewife. She wanted a challenge with Billy. Instead, she should leave her pushover of a husband and find someone better.

Anyway Steve Harrington deserves the world.

Yeah okay hate me whatever.

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Thrillerathon TBR February 2020

I can’t believe that Thrillerathon is almost here again but I’m SO excited for this round. Thrillerathon is a thriller and spooky-focused readathon hosted by BookTubers Harriet Rosie and Emma at Drinking By My Shelf. They’ll be running reading sprints and other Thrillerathon related activities during the week on the readathon’s official Twitter page, so check that out to join in the fun!

I tend to zoom through thrillers and spooky reads, so I’ve been overly ambitious with my TBR. Cue heavy sighs and head shakes from those who know that I do this regularly and almost never reach my near impossible goals. However, the Netflix list and other tempting new releases will be put on hold, as I make a concentrated effort to blast through the nine books I’ve chosen between 15th and 23rd February. 

Yes, it’s a lot and no, you don’t need to have that many on your own TBR but you’ll know by now that I love to push myself (*internal screaming*). Let me know what you pick for your own list and without further pre-amble, here is mine! -Love, Alex x

OLDEST THRILLER ON MY TBR: Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Published in 1938, this Gothic thriller has been on my bookshelf for years. As far as I know, it’s about a woman who marries a wealthy man and finds that both he and his household are haunted by the memory of his first wife. I’ve heard nothing but amazing things about it from sources I really trust, so I can’t wait to finally dive in.

THRILLER WITH THE CREEPIEST COVER: The Hoarder by Jess Kidd

The more you look at this cover, the more you notice and the more disturbing it becomes. I’ve been interested in Jess Kidd’s work for a while and although this is her second novel, this is the one I’m starting with. It follows Maud, a troubled, lonely carer, her eccentric charge Mr Flood and a long-buried family secret that threatens to rear its head. Full of oddity and maybe even a bit of comedy, I can’t wait for this one.

SHORTEST THRILLER ON MY TBR: The Honjin Murders by Seishi Yokomizo

I am delighted that this Japanese classic has finally been translated into English after originally being published in 1973. On the night of a grand wedding, a brutal murder occurs and the entire village of Okamura is shaken up, leaving amateur detective Kosuke Kindaichi to find out what happened. The Kindle edition is only 192 pages, so I’m hoping to tear through this one!

A NEW TO ME AUTHOR: In The Woods by Tana French

This was recently dramatised by the BBC (The Dublin Murders) and I deliberately didn’t watch it because I knew I had a copy of this. I believe this is Tana French’s debut novel and I have high hopes for it, as it led to her becoming a very well-established name within the crime genre. Spanning two time periods and two very similar cases of missing and murdered children, two detectives piece together the evidence and make some connections that hit very close to home. 

A TROPE I LOVE: Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty

I’m not sure whether you can call ‘schoolyard scandal’ a trope but I’ve always been drawn to dramas that take place in and around a school or college environment. There’s something about the familiar setting being slightly offset by secret truths that I find incredibly addictive. Dark and suspenseful, Big Little Lies explores both the public and private lives of three women who meet at the school gates. That’s all I want to know before inevitably becoming obsessed.

A RECOMMENDED THRILLER: A Good Girl’s Guide To Murder by Holly Jackson

Due to my not exactly secret true crime obsession, I’ve been recommended this YA thriller so many times by multiple people. When a teenage girl decides to investigate an apparently solved murder, she begins uncovering some secrets that someone has successfully hidden for years. I’m really excited to finally get to it and see what all the fuss is about.

NEWEST THRILLER ON MY TBR: Grace Is Gone by Emily Elgar

When a beloved mother is violently murdered and her sick daughter is missing, a small English town is rocked. It’s up to a disgraced journalist and the woman who found the body to uncover the dark truth. With striking resemblances to the Gypsy Rose/Dee Dee Blanchard case (one of the most disturbing true crimes I’ve ever come across), I’m highly anticipating it. This upcoming mystery comes out on 20th February and I was recently accepted for it on NetGalley. So I’ll be fully reviewing it immediately -watch this space!

AN AUTHOR I’VE READ BEFORE: Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin

I read Ira Levin’s The Stepford Wives for the previous round of Thrillerathon and this one has been staring at me ever since. Rosemary’s Baby follows a young couple who move to a new area and unknowingly garner the intense interest of their neighbours and their friends. I know that the film adaptation is considered a horror classic so I can’t wait to watch it after reading this!

THE GROUP BOOK: Dark Matter by Blake Crouch

I bought a copy of this sci-fi thriller a long time ago and although I was hugely intrigued by it, I never got round to reading it. So I’d like to thank Harriet and Emma for finally giving me an excuse to! Dark Matter is the story of a man who wakes up in a lab to discover that the life he led before has gone. His house, wife and son no longer exist and someone is hunting him. It’s exactly the kind of mind-bending weirdness that I love, so I’m really looking forward to picking it up.

So those are the books that I’m hoping to get through next week -let’s see how well I do! What pulse-racing, creepy reads are you going to be reading for this round of Thrillerathon?