#im also watching some other shows

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[badedramay]

Dudeeeeeee thoughts on SMD ep 19? I’m like broken. Sadaf just seems irredeemable in my eyes now. It would be one thing if she expressed hesitation over marrying Ammar but she didn’t express any hesitation over marrying him, just questioned why she has a pull towards Bilal. Why was that convo in her mayoun outfit necessary? It seems as if she’s stringing two guys along.

personally, i didn't mind it. with Sadaf i have made my peace with the fact that the writing has NO interest in giving her a clear POV. someone on twitter said it, "there's a difference between being conflicted and flip flopping. Sadaf does the latter." which is absolutely true. Sadaf HAS no conflict. so jo hai hi nahin woh dikhega kya? Sadaf is not stringing along two guys. despite the lack of her clear POV, one thing is quite clear about her i.e. she wants to do things her way only. ab wo sahi ho, galat ho usse faraq nahin padta.

i was joking to myself after watching yday's episode that everyday Sadaf wakes up, she flips a coin. if it's head, she'll be good to Bilal Abdullah and if it's tails, she'll be against him. which is really how she has treated him all this time. one day she says "main uski neeyat pe emaan le ayi". she invokes FAITH here. which means her doubting Bilal Abdullah would be akin to committing blasphemy. the next day she has no qualms in thinking the worst of him. one day she is defending Bilal Abdullah because he only asked her to join the office in exchange of the 8 crore. next day when Hamsha or her mother tell her that oh Bilal Abdullah wants to marry you, she panics completely. one second she's finding herself falling for Bilal Abdullah when it's revealed to her that he's her brother's donor and she's running in excitement of opening the door to him...the very same day she's getting mad at Bilal Abdullah for trying to "buy" her? her brain works in mysterious ways bruh.

my theory is that SMD is not a whole script. it was a rough draft of scenes that have been hastily stitched together to form a script with no editing whatsoever. which is why one scene doesn't relate to another (specially in terms of Sadaf) and we get REPEATED dialogues (aaj bhi Bilal Abdullah said the peete hue meri beti ko drunk line like c'mon!!!)

i personally liked the mayoun outfit conversation. but again, it had NO build up which is the MAIN PROBLEM of this show. things just...are. how did Sadaf reach out to Bilal Abdullah to meet her while she's in MAYOUN? why did she think he'll have the answer to her question? so yeah, that scene was not really for Sadaf. it was more for Bilal Abdullah getting his "closure". he saw for himself just how indebted Sadaf was to him which heavily imbalanced the power scale between them, something he explicitly doesn't want. and also..because SMD is just a story of one man's selfless love for a woman who doesn't love him back, Bilal Abdullah had to give this one final sacrifice for Sadaf by "freeing" her from his love. him saying "jis ladki ki ek nazar ne mujhe pehli nazar mein barbad kardiya tha, woh aap nahin hai" is him telling Sadaf to relax and start her new life without a single hesitation in her mind. also him making himself out to be a "unworthy" guy for her by bringing up his past vice of being an alcoholic and bringing up her deceased father about how HE would've never wanted someone as bad as Bilal Abdullah to be his son in law is again an assurance for Sadaf that she made the right choice. even if there's a single minuscule barely existent hint of an emotion in her heart for Bilal Abdullah, she should squash it. for she made the "right" choice by marrying Ammar.

really, it's a hero saving the heroine. and gaining the audience's sympathy. which is the whole entire purpose of the story. the heroine here is merely an afterthought. she's not to be taken seriously. pagal hai, bewakoof hai, she doesn't know any better. she's here to make a mess for Bilal Abdullah to swoop in and clear up.

[uncharted-constellations]

It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[meaningless-mayhem]

Being asexual and possibly aromantic but also being a huge shipper and hopeless romantic is such a wild experience ngl. I'm always freaking out about my favorite ships and giggling internally reading ship fics, getting invested in characters finally kissing or reading about their pining and their love and I think "I want what they have!!"

But then sometimes you have a slamming realization that your sweet shipping scenarios you imagine in your head look totally different irl and that you are extremely aspec.

One time I went down a YouTube rabbit hole and stumbled across Vsauce's "Why Do We Kiss?" video and let me tell you. When I saw that stock video footage of two people kissing each other I was a little flabbergasted lmaooo

[princeofcyberpunk]

hi motorcity fandom is this anything

i was not expecting the cartoon about teens with cars to genuinely change how i view the world

[gayspock]

i love it when a tv show has lows that are so low you're so ashamed to ever show it to anyone ever but then highs that melt your brain a bit, like, "good fucking god, this is genuinely such an astounding piece of craftmanship... my perception of the medium, and perhaps of myself, has been challenged/changed in 40 minutes" but you cant even express that to ppl without feeling like youre fucking deranged bc my god the lows .....

[francy-sketches]

Hiiiii guess who finished her pmv. finally. um enjoy :3

[aroaceleovaldez]

i would like to say my ideal PJO adaptation (if i was being physically forced against my will to have to pick a live action adaptation over an animated one for some reason) would be a combo like writing of the musical + casting of the show + visuals of the movies

BUT the show actually does have the playwright for the musical as one of the major writers for like three episodes and that did nothing for it. so...

[d1sc01nf3rn0]

I'm seeing a lot of people with neurodivergency, specially under the autism spectrum say that "Laios is annoying, never shuts up, is insensitive, and I can't stand him"; and the irony is not lost on me lmao.

[rapidhighway]

one of my favorite things in teen titans is robin wearing his own mask underneath the red x mask

[good-beanswrites]

john x fuuta ?👉👈 or 090309

I love the dynamic between them all, thank you for the request! I went with an earlier meeting for them (well, one of the first times Fuuta's aware of speaking with John, at least). As much as I joke about Fuuta being starstruck by his strength in the attack, I tried to take a more serious route for the "something to rely on" vibe.

John’s eyes flicked over Fuuta, sprawled out on his bedding and looking up expectantly.

“Man, you look like shit.”

Fuuta scowled deeper. “I asked for the reason you’re here in the middle of the fucking night, not your opinion.”

“That is the reason I came.”

Somehow, amid all the other things he had to worry about given the horror of the past few days and exile that followed, Mikoto had still found the time to lose sleep over Fuuta’s condition. John had always liked the guy, but he wasn’t in the business of watching over people he didn’t truly care about. He didn’t know what Mikoto saw in him to cause such an overreaction.

Though, with the futon dragged to the bars of the cell, and bathing him in the dim light of the guard’s tower, it was becoming clear that Mikoto’s concern was indeed warranted. Fuuta appeared deathly. The fresh injuries had been bandaged, but there were stains where blood was beginning to seep through. His eye – the one that had survived the ordeal – was bloodshot and rimmed with dark bags. His hair was as tangled as the rumpled hoodie it poked out of.

Fuuta was still staring in anticipation. It took John a moment to understand why. 

“You recognize me.”

“No shit. Mikoto came in here like a fumbling idiot earlier today. He wanted to make sure I was okay or whatever. Like I’d be okay after what happened!” He paused, a clanging from someone else’s cell briefly distracting him. “But you… the way you carry yourself… it’s different.”

“Not that different. I’m here for the same reason.”

The plan was simple. Once Fuuta slept, Mikoto would relax, and everyone would be happy. If it turned out to be his injuries keeping him awake, John didn’t mind crushing Fuuta’s pride and explaining his weakness to the doctor to get more painkillers. If it was noisy neighbors, he’d teach one of those girls a lesson the following day. If the problem was just plain insomnia, well, John’s swinging arm was still completely functional...

“I just want to make sure you’re sleeping.”

“Don’t tell me you’re as disgustingly sentimental as him.”

John’s expression twitched. He didn’t appreciate the condescension. That was Mikoto’s most admirable trait, after all – offering help to others even when he was falling apart himself. He was so selfless, so self-sacrificial. It was no wonder John felt compelled to do the same for him. But Fuuta…

“Ugh, he’s always trying to be buddy-buddy with everyone around here, it makes me sick. Nice words don’t do shit. Look where his friendship with Kotoko got him, eh? That’s what these fools still don’t understand – you need to face these things head-on.”

“Oi, don’t be hard on me just for caring.” He didn’t say it as any sort of gentle encouragement; it was a command, and Fuuta understood. He snapped his attention away from where he’d been peering around the bars. “The world needs more people with that kindness. That optimistic view of life, of others, no matter what – it’s why I’ll do everything I can to save me.”

Silence stretched after the intense comment. Fuuta was looking away again, and John couldn’t read him. When he did speak, his voice came out more defeated than expected.

“Tch. Well. Not all of us have that luxury.”

“Of what?”

“Of you.”

His eyebrows raised.

Cheeks reddening, Fuuta hurried to add, “I mean someone to have your back like that. I wish I could be half as relaxed as that, but I can’t afford to let my guard down. I need to be strong myself, I don’t have anyone else to take care of my problems for me.”

It hit him suddenly, that everything came down to that. Relief washed over him, now that a clear, easy, (and nonviolent) solution had presented itself.

“What if you did? I could take over your little sentry duty for the night.”

“W-what do you –?”

He gestured to where Fuuta was laying. “No need to play dumb. You’ve been keeping an eye on everything, even the other side of the guard’s tower. The sounds from around cell eight have caught your attention. You’re positioned so you can see cell six, but haven’t moved all the way over, because cell ten has easiest access from the right.”

“The others would say it’s pointless, or that they’re handling it. I’m not buying it, though. I don’t care if they say it’s crazy of me to do.”

“I think…” John’s posture softened. “I think it’s very selfless of you.”

He was constantly amazed at Fuuta’s tendency to react to everything as if it were some world-shattering statement just told to him.

“So?” He prodded before Fuuta’s expression could grow any more wide-eyed. “How about it?”

 “I mean… they told me about the attacks… what you did…”

John set his jaw. No matter how many times it had happened in the past few days, it still stung to see how quickly people turned against him because of the fight. He thought they all had come to terms with each other’s capabilities for violence, but as usual, the moment he showed his true face, the world turned against him.

Of course Fuuta could never relax knowing such a violent and unpredictable person was sitting right beside him through the night. It was a miracle he hadn’t panicked immediately at the sight of yet another cold, towering figure appearing at his door in the middle of the night.

John stretched his right arm across his chest. It looked like his original solution still stood. Fuuta said problems should be faced head-on. Surely he’d understand this was for his own good.

“…Yeah, okay.” Fuuta gave a decisive nod. He beckoned with a jerk of his head. “I trust you.”

“I –” John blinked. “What?”

“You understand me. You understand what it takes to be in a place like this.” His gaze flit away momentarily. “You’re incredibly strong. You’re prepared, and have good instincts, and your confidence is –" Noticing how intently John was listening, he interrupted himself to bark, “but don’t think I couldn’t handle this on my own! It’s only because you offered, and it’s a smart move. I’ll just sleep for a bit, we can take shifts. Wake me in three hours, okay?”

“Fine by me.” A little lying was definitely better than what else he’d had in mind.

Fuuta moved his futon over a few feet so John could settle into his carefully chosen spot on the ground. Everything was all set to begin keeping watch, until a new sound rose up to drown out the other noises in the panopticon – soft snoring from beside him.

He glanced over in disbelief at the instantaneous security Fuuta had sunk into. All the tension had melted away from his face and shoulders. He lay completely at peace.

John had achieved his goal. He should be celebrating. Instead, he couldn’t help heaving a heavy sigh.

How did he end up with two self-destructive idiots to watch over?

[imavikingo]

[fungh0u1]

talk to me. my beautiful princess with a disorder.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Imagine a Jason Todd story where there's a flashback/fear toxin about his death, but he's being beaten with the crowbar by Shelia instead of Joker. It would be a very fun way to represent and call out the impact Shelia had on him, as ultimately it was the betrayal of a parent that had more importance and change on Jason overall, imo

And it feels like Shelia gets such little relevance in most flashbacks, often times not even appearing, with the spotlight on the Joker. It would be delightful to have such a visible representation of her role in Jason's death

(To clarify I don't mean make it so Shelia killed him, I mean specifically in dreams/flashbacks/hallucinations to show Shelia in Joker's place, not the actual event)

[raven]