#im in my straight white girl era

[allthatcattydatty]

status update: i am very likely full on crushing on dog guy now

[slytherinshua]

❦　MY FLOWER, ROSE　( 박지훈 )

genre fluff , royal/fantasy au , based on l.o.v.e mv , jihoon x fem!reader   cw jihoon's a big tease , not proofread   wc 2314   request no   note stan jihoon cause he's really talented im gonna get back in my jihoon era as well <3   net @kstrucknet

“What are you doing in my library?” The slightly deep voice of a man startled you, and you almost dropped the book you had taken off the shelf to inspect. Your face grew hot as you looked around, eventually finding the owner of the voice watching you curiously from atop a flight of spiralling stairs.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “I wasn’t aware that anyone… actually lived here.” 

Rumours of May Castle were widespread in your town. No one dared set foot in the ancient building. Some said you would be cursed the second your foot walked through the doors, while others told stories of vicious beasts that were locked inside and attacked anyone who tried to search around. 

The only reason you were inside was because of a stupid dare amongst your friends. The usual kind that led the youth of the town to make dumb choices had fallen upon you, and peer pressure eventually led you to accept it. Go to May Castle and bring back a book. They say there are even magic spellbooks in the castle library.

It had been surprisingly easy to get to the castle. There was a straight pathway to it through the woods with the occasional tree root to avoid. Once you reached the castle grounds, it was only a matter of getting in. There was a side door that, when you tested, found was unlocked. It led to a small entranceway and a set of stairs that led you exactly where you needed to go: the library. 

You had never seen such a magnificent collection of books in your entire life. It certainly was fit for its reputation. There were endless bookcases full of old text, most of them bound with real metal, albeit a bit dusty from sitting there for decades. There were statues decorating the room, as well as a North-facing spiral staircase, atop of which stood the man who had caught you in your act of attempted thievery. 

He had darkish red hair and wore a white suit. He had a surprisingly youthful face. You weren’t sure what you expected inside May Castle— there were too many rumours to know which ones were credible, if any. But you would have guessed that an old man with a long white beard or something of the sort was the keeper of this library. You certainly hadn’t expected to be faced with someone who you couldn’t help noting was devilishly handsome.

“You must be from the town a couple miles East, right? No one else would have the guts to come snooping around in broad daylight,” he tsked disapprovingly, beginning to descend the stairs towards you. You shrunk back with each step he took, anxious about how an encounter with this strange man could end. There had been many other people before you who had dared to visit May Castle, though no one ever heard of them after they left. Did he kill them? Or… perhaps put a spell on them?

“Are you magical?” you asked, making the man raise his eyebrows in surprise, still only halfway down the stairs. “Are you able to turn man into beast or bestow curses on all who wrong you?” Your voice was steady despite how your heart was racing in your chest. Your friends always said showing fear was the worst you could do when facing a threat. Something about asserting dominance like if you were encountering a bear, although you couldn’t quite remember the specifics.

The man scoffed, amused, “I guess one could say that. Why? Would you like a demonstration?” You shook your head immediately, terrified at the sudden suggestion. The man smiled, though you weren’t sure if you could trust it.

“Don’t be so scared,” he cooed in fake sympathy, “For a pretty girl like you, I’d make sure you turned into something equally beautiful. A bunny or a deer would suit you, don’t you think?” His smile only seemed to grow the more terrified you became, and at this point the only thought in your head was how to get out as quickly and safely as possible. No more bluffing your confidence or asserting dominance. You were stupid for following your friend's suggestions. Just as you were about to make a dash for the exit, his laughter stopped you.

“You’re safe, don’t run. I was only teasing! I can’t help it. It’s the most entertainment I’ll get for another 5 years, I suppose. Whenever a passerby dares to come by here, I have to at least see how they react before I let them go,” he said honestly, and you relaxed a little. He certainly didn’t seem like the type that would harm you, but maybe his friendly face was all one of his tricks.

“I never introduced myself properly, did I? I’m sorry, I guess manners don’t come naturally when you live in solitude. I’m Jihoon, the prince for this castle,” he smiled goodnaturedly, and you returned his gesture with a half-broken one.

“I’m Y/n,” you mumbled, still clumsily holding onto the book you had taken off the shelf.

“‘Properties of a Rose?’ There are more interesting books than that in here, I’m sure,” he shook his head teasingly, taking the book from your hands and flipping through it. You stood frozen throughout his dialogue— almost hypnotised by his every word and movement. You felt more urgently that you should leave as quickly as possible now, as you felt all sense leaving your body. All you could do was stare at him, and all you could think was how a person so beautiful could even be real.

Jihoon closed the book with a snap and placed it back on the shelf. It only took one snap of his fingers for you to question what was a dream and what was reality, as suddenly a rose appeared in his hand from nowhere. He held it out to you, waiting for you to shakenly take it from him, completely unable to speak despite the millions of questions invading your mind.

“You seem to like roses. I made sure that one had no thorns. Wouldn’t want you pricking yourself, right, Y/n?” He gave you another one of his smiles that left you almost in a daze. The way he said your name almost made you feel dizzy, and your brain felt beyond foggy.

You learned a lot about Jihoon and May Castle that first encounter. As Jihoon showed you around the castle, he also told you lots about it, answering whatever you were curious about. He even entertained questions about himself that you dared to ask. He was indeed magical, and so was the castle, so at least some of the rumours seemed to have some weight. He could produce flowers out of thin air, turn animal into beast and vice versa, or even heal the sick. The only thing he couldn’t do was leave the castle, for if he did, he would lose all his abilities forever. 

He sent you off back to the village before sunset after swearing you to secrecy, along with a promise that you would come visit again. He seemed to have taken a liking to you, and you couldn’t deny that you liked the sound of being able to see him again. You had fallen in love with the castle and its grounds (and, perhaps, its owner as well.)

“You can’t just wave your hands around and expect the magic to work. You need to feel it from the top of your head to the tips of your fingers! It has to surge through your entire body, enveloping you in a thrilling surge of sorcery.” Jihoon pronounced, demonstrating gracefully as he produced a young robin out of thin air, letting it fly up into the sky with ease.

You sat there, a very clear expression on your face; a perfect mix of confusion and impatience. You weren’t sure why you had agreed to Jihoon’s lessons, or why you ever thought you would be able to produce magic like he did. You’d never even come close to summoning even a spark of power.

“I don’t think any amount of coaching will get me to produce a living, flying bird from nothingness. You should give up now before you waste more of your time on your hopeless pupil,” you sighed, meeting Jihoon’s eyes with a look of disappointment. 

He dropped his hands and sat down next to you, “I won’t give up just yet, but we can be done for today. I should look harder for some magic books for beginners,” he mumbled.

You say in silence, gazing at the view of the lake behind the castle. There was wildlife grazing, birds chirping, and the gentle rustle of flowing water. It was peaceful, and over the months you had spent visiting Jihoon, you had started to grow attached to the quietness of the countryside over your town. But you knew most of it had to do with Jihoon, not with the surroundings. 

“You must’ve been so lonely before I showed up,” you noted, teasing him slightly, but sympathy in your voice as well.

Jihoon hummed, “It does get lonely. I’m glad I have you now, though. I started taking better care of myself and the animals. They like you too.”

He wore a soft smile, eyes full of love as he watched a few bunnies shuffling through the bushes. You wondered if they had actually arrived at the castle naturally. Or maybe he had brought them to life with his magic to cure his loneliness. The thought of that caused a frown to form on your face. 

“I’ll make sure you don’t ever have to be lonely again,” you declared, determination in your voice and a soft smile on your face.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“I’m going to move into May Castle,” you stated simply, heart soaring as you saw Jihoon’s face break out into a grin.

And move in, you did. Your parents and friends, naive small town folk as they were, believed your lie of finding a rich husband from another town easily. They were overjoyed for your luck, and you had their help packing all your things. Jihoon was neither from another town nor your husband, but they would never find out about that.

Lugging cases of your belongings up the castle steps was tedious work, but Jihoon took care of the heavier cases. He showed you to a stunning bedroom in the Eastern tower, overlooking the luscious gardens you had walked through mornings before. You’d never tasted anything close to royalty for yourself, but after a week of living at the castle with Jihoon, he was fashioning you breathtaking gowns with his magic and serving you the most expensive meals you could ever think of.

It was hard to get used to at first— you knew he was doing it mostly to try to impress you. You could see right through him; see the fear that lingered in his mind, afraid that you would leave him all alone sooner or later. That was why he was trying so hard to make you never want to leave. You weren’t sure how to tell him that he didn’t have to make you feel like royalty for you to want to stay. You weren’t doing it for the castle, the gowns, the food, or even the animals. You were doing it for him, and him alone.

Jihoon kept up the routine of trying to coach you on spells. You had thought you were a hopeless cause, but after a few months, you sprouted your first leaf from your fingertips. It was a monumental step, and you progressed steadily from there. Jihoon had always said all you needed was confidence. Once you had it, you were producing books, ornaments, and even little butterflies. You still found it hard to make living things unless they were smaller than your finger. Jihoon, after years of mastery, could summon something twice his size with ease. You always had something to work towards, at least. 

Winter was cold in the castle, and it kept you and Jihoon indoors huddled by the fireplaces. You spent most of your time reading spell books. 

“What do you think of this spell, Jihoon?” You called him over to look at the page, displaying a set of magic rings one could fashion with their own magic. 

“Hmm. It seems quite complicated, but not entirely above your capability.” His eyes scanned over the text as he spoke, weathered hands gliding over the page. 

“It’s supposed to be for lovers,” you said quietly, hoping he would catch on.

A smile graced his face, “And you want to share it with me?” It was that same teasing tone that was present in his voice when you first met him in the library. A playfulness that never left him. He still loved to tease you, see how flustered he could make you with his words or his spells. Here he was, making your heart race once again.

“Yes,” you said, nearly stuttering over the simple answer because of the look in his eyes as he stared at you.

“Well, then. I hope you’re successful. They say if you fail to make one, your love will never blossom,” he whispered closer to your ear. You could’ve sworn his lips grazed your cheek before he pulled away, but he was gone and out of the room before you could question it. 

With the swarm of butterflies he had left in your stomach and a pounding heart in your chest, you read over the page again, determined to make the rings. Jihoon had always said spells were equal opposites. If you failed to make the rings, your love would fail. But that meant that if you succeeded, Jihoon would surely be yours.

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@cupidslovearrows,, @hursheys

[addisonnie]

mine for the summer

summary: a lifeguard and a camp counselor walk into a bar…..

an: HIIIIIIIII here is part 1 of maybe 3? not sure. anywaysssss, enjoy! im working on trying to make my fics shorter because i work myself to the bone making long ass fics, so this one is going to be a few short parts rather than one long one !

warnings: cursing, there’s a camper named ‘michelle’ who is mentioned a few times, my apologies if that’s your name! you’ve got a name twin i suppose. not proofread because i’m in my lazy era (as i always have been)

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Wyoming is particularly hot today. Ellie has spent much of the morning wiping sweat from her brows and detaching children from her back — they seem to be extra clingy this year. For the past four years, Ellie has donned the same red athletic shorts and matching white top with the words “CAMP COUNSELOR” across the chest in jersey font. Here she stands for the fifth summer, in the middle of an open field with children clinging to her legs, giggling like madmen.

A few other counselors sprawl across the grass, all involved in something different: capture the flag, football, and general roughhousing. One particular counselor catches her eye, though. You’re standing on the lake’s shore, donning a red bikini top and a pair of shorts that match hers, only yours say “LIFEGUARD” across the globes of your ass. She doesn’t think she recognizes you. Your hair is tied back, sunglasses cover your eyes and your skin seems to sparkle and glow under the heat of the Wyoming sun. And then, you turn around.

Ellie just about drops the child she’s holding on her back. You’d missed camp last summer due to unforeseen circumstances, and in that one year, you’d surely grown into yourself. She couldn’t deny the blush that crept up the nape of her neck as you caught her eye and immediately began waving before breaking into a full sprint toward her.

“Ellie Williams! Is that you I see?” Your voice is as sweet as it always was, Ellie blushes harder.

She carefully places the camper down before meeting you halfway, “it is! Look at you, all grown up.”

You chuckle before dragging her into a tight squeeze, “you’re only six months older, yanno.”

Ellie’s grip loosens as she pulls back to smile at you, “I’ve got to take wins where I can get them.”

The hug goes on for a few more beats, you sway side to side and squeeze Ellie a bit tighter when she moves to pull away.

“So, Williams. How you been? Joel? Sarah?”

She smiles a little wider at the mention of her family, “good. We’ve been good. Sarah actually just got engaged, so the wedding is soon. You’re invited, by the way.”

Your jaw drops in shock and you lightly smack at Ellie’s bicep, “engaged! I didn’t even know the bitch was dating!”

“We have a lot to catch up on—“

Her words are cut short by a shrill scream of your name, “Get back to the lake! We’re playing chicken and you're my teammate!”

The shout was followed by you being dragged away by several young girls, straight back toward where you came from. You maintained eye contact with Ellie as you were dragged toward the shore and shouted back at her, “come find me later!”

Ellie smiled and nodded.

————

Ellie hated kids, that much she’d admit. However, if you asked her how she felt about her campers, don’t act surprised when a slight smile brushes across her face — only for a few seconds. Friday night at Camp Silver Lake called for a massive camp-wide bonfire, chock-full of s’mores, hotdogs, and some classic campfire songs.

Ellie is sitting on a log in front of the fire while she watches you over the burning embers, a couple of gangly kids are wrapped around you like a jungle gym; You giggle and attempt to shake off their sticky fingers.

“Ellie. I will give you five whole dollars if you play campfire song song from Spongebob. Five. Whole. Dollars.” One of Ellie’s campers stood at the front of a gaggle of children with her hands clasped together as if she was praying.

“Michelle. Mickey. My beloved Mickster, five dollars isn’t enough. Make it ten and do my laundry for a week.”

Michelle squints at Ellie and purses her lips, “ten bucks and I won’t tell miss lifeguard over there that you have a crush on her.”

Ellie splutters out a cough and looks up at Michelle with wide eyes, “I do not!”

“Oh, please. You’re so whipped for her she’s practically got your balls in her back pocket. Ten. Bucks. Oh—! Here she comes.”

Ellie scoffs’ “language!” eliciting an eye-roll and a a $10 bill slapped onto Ellie’s naked thigh before she happily skips away, winking at you and ignoring the confused look on your face.

“What’s Mickey so excited about? Someone fall out of that tree again? She thought it was reaaaal funny when I did the other day.” Ellie laughs and pats the open space next to her, “something about me playing the Spongebob campfire song. Really gets her going, I guess.”

Your eyes light up like a kid in a candy shop, “I fuckin’ love that song!”

The tips of your fingers squeeze at Ellie’s thigh and she blushes wildly, hoping she can blame the flush on the heat of the roaring fire nearby, “that would be so fun, you have to! Oh— also, will you hand me that cup? The red solo, it’s mine.”

Ellie smiles and pats the top of your hand with hers, “If you’re good I’ll dedicate it to you.”

She misses the way your cheeks burn red while she turns to grab your drink, “here you—hey! Chill out with throwing that ball by the fire! You’re gonna hit someone.”

A chorus of “sorry Ellie” rings out from the crowd of campers and she grunts, turning back to face you.

“Sorry about that, here’s your drink. Jungle juice?”

You laugh and nudge her with your shoulder, “I wish. Try fruit punch.”

She watches you sip from the cup and swallows harshly while you maintain eye contact over the rim. Her fingers itch and tingle, and before she knows it her pointer finger is tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. She wishes she could find a wildflower somewhere to place with it; All she sees is dirt and grass. Could she tuck a piece of grass behind your ear? Probably not.

Her thoughts are cut short by a yelp and a quick wet splash, leaving her forearm just slightly sticky. A football sits in your lap along with an empty solo cup, the contents appearing soaked into your white tank top.

“Oh, fuck. I told them to stop throwing that ball over here. C’mon, we can go get you cleaned up. Fuck, I’m sorry. Shit.” Ellie is cursing and mumbling like a madman as she grabs your waist and yanks you from the log you were sitting on.

“Geez—Ellie! It’s fruit punch! You’re acting like I got shot.” She huffs and squeezes your hip, “whatever. I’ll take you to my cabin, you can borrow a shirt and I’ll wash this one.”

You smirk to yourself as her pointer finger hooks into the belt loop of your shorts, Ellie dragging you behind her as she angrily marches to her cabin.

[cowboy-robooty]

imma be so fr rn i think its homophobic when people are fine with yuri but go up in arms about yaoi. like seriously. because its so fucking stupid to act as though yuri is somehow less fetishistic than yaoi when legit the entire fetish appeal of lesbianism in yuri is the fact that its "so pure and untainted by men". Straight men who consume yuri love it because they have a thing for purity in a similar vein as straight women love yaoi for being guys "sinning" and shit. I think both of these sentiments are foul in their own respective ways and its plain ignorant to act as though the "purity" of yuri is made out of a respect for lesbians instead of fetishistic appeal. And dont get it twisted rn and think im saying yaoi and yuri both suck; you know i love both of these genres, but i can criticize it without saying the genre as a whole is some evil demon shit. Straight erotica also houses a plethora of problematic themes and sentiments because every genre is going to have issues, especially when its lewd content. Lewd content is made TO BE fetishistic because well... its lewd; the problems that arise are not black or white matters and I think that if people are willing to enjoy straight erotic manga critically but unwilling to give the same grace to yaoi or yuri then thats plain homophobic. Because when people act as though yaoi and yuri having these problems means that the genres as a whole are unsalvagable while straight erotica can still be excused, it implies that homosexuals are obligated to be BETTER than heterosexual content to be accepted. It creates this idea that homosexual content is somehow inherently more dirty and needs to make up for this fact by being morally superior in other ways. 50 shades of gray and twilight can exist with a littany of foul tropes and problematic themes that are completely put into a fetishistic light, and yes it recieves mockery and is called cringe (because it is), but how come thats all it gets while some yaoi has the same shit going on and is treated like the entire genre as a whole needs to be exterminated??????? nobody has ever said that all shitty novels made for lonely women need to be demolished because of twilight and 50 shades of gray, and anyone who has gets called out for their misogyny because its fucking stupid to act like an entire genre of content should be killed for some cringe loser shit being mixed in with it. All porn has problematic tropes, and its so homophobic to act like specifically the genre of gay men having sex is the most egregious offender of these tropes while passing off yuri as fine because the problematic tropes it houses feed into the idea of purity.

Like oh my god, the majority of yuri is not made for lesbians. Even though it is made by women, these women are not fucking queer women. They're straight women who are feeding into the misogynistic ideals of pure, feminine women remaining pure and feminine by keeping untainted by men while exploring eachothers bodies. thats why yaoi and yuris problems mirror eachother in that you see an abundance of heteronormativity in yaoi (big semes, small ukes; with the smaller feminine one being lured into a tainted world of sin by being gay or whatever) while yuri has the opposite problem with a lack of body diversity because it focuses on ideal feminine ladies remaining untouched by "sin" by only touching eachother. Why do you think that around the same time yaoi was full of shit like junjou romantica bullshit yuri was also notorious for being boring as hell with two girls thats have no personalities making out together? Because BOTH of these genres had these issues much more severely in the 2000s-2010s. Yaoi was too crazy with that sinning fetish while Yuri was too boring with that purity fetish. Its also so stupid when people keep using examples from that era of yaoi as evidence that western mlm work is sooooo much better and superior compared to the entire fucking genre because its comparing shit from ten years ago to shit made now. Idk if you remember but literally ten years ago pedo bear was a normal thing that was goddamn EVERYWHERE online. Culture changes and i can assure you western gay media was not so squeaky clean during that time either; but this is a whole 'nother enchilada to be devoured another time.

Anyways in short; its homophobic as hell if you embrace yuri but shun yaoi. All you're doing is showing you have a fundamental lack of understanding concerning the roots of yuri and who yuri is actually made for. You're acting like gay men having sex is inherently "dirtier" than straight people having sex and that they need to compensate by being more morally righteous. I'm not saying that the different problematic tropes found in each type of erotica is good and shouldn't be changed, but its homophobic to excuse straight porn while refusing that same grace to yaoi. And it disgusts me seeing people continue to perpetuate the sentiment of gay men being seen as sin and lesbian women being seen as pure (in an almost baby-fying way) only wrapped up in a new convoluted form of packaging while acting like theyre protecting homosexuals.

[garyfischy]

I wish I could have an open discussion of racism in vbros like that homestuck panel. But i dont think theres enough nonwhite venture bros fans for that LOL

also no offense but white people are convinced liking something means liking EVERYTHING about it. I love venture bros but the "satirical" racism is not my jam ok.

i could write a blog post about it and get more hate anons about how im a fake fan....

like some of the racism is supposed to parody jonny quest era shit but just ends up rehashing it, i shouldnt have to explain why a girl in stereotypical "indian" clothing being played straight is a bad choice. Or like. Just random bits like pete white making asian jokes or henchman 21 making asian jokes or the entirety of the pilot

its bad for nonwhite fans trying to actually criticize media they like already, but with something like vbros, its already regarded as super progressive for its time or whatever when it rlly isnt. Its attitudes around race are regressive and very White Liberal- insensitive commentary that really shouldnt have been written by 2 white dudes. Or offputting "jokes" that serve no other purpose than just rehashing racism. The parody angle only goes so far before it becomes Actual Racism (the kano can't drive because he's ASIAN jokes werent funny the first 2 times). The parody angle doesnt provide any interesting commentary on race other than "hey, isnt it so funny how they were racist back then?" .

this is nonsense sorry

[captainimprobable]

ok do people who exist in non Swiftie circles know about Gaylors? Bc if not PLS let me be the one to tell you. Let me preface this by saying I am EXTREMELY into TS's music. She's my favorite artist. If I met her, I'd cry, because she helped me so much through her music. But also....I could not give less of a shit about her as a person. I don't know her, she's just some billionaire, and while I love her art, she simply does not interest me. Most Swifties I've met are absolutely WONDERFUL people. Though some online Swifties are....interesting? Like, why was my entire FYP about the fact that TS had a hickey? She's 34 years old. Why are yall freaking out???? ANYWAY all this to say, my FAVORITE subset of Swiftie (by which I mean they fascinate me when they're not making me indescribably angry) are the Gaylors. These are people who genuinely, non ironically, 100% fr believe that TS is queer. She's queer, and she's signaling them through her songs and her interviews. These people listen to songs that are OBVIOUSLY about men and declare that they're actually sapphic. And look, I've read plenty of sapphic interpretations into her music! But that's me trying to relate to the song. That doesn't mean the song is ACTUALLY sapphic. They will say shit like "in October of 2015 she wore a rainbow bracelet so obviously that was her coming out" with completely straight faces. They say her relationships have all been PR stunts. One time, Taylor released a LONG statement basically saying "hey, I'm straight, please stop speculating about it bc it makes me uncomfortable" and these lunatics heard that and went "oh my god she just came out to us". Honest to god. They actually are not kidding. And when you tell them it's weird and creepy, they call you homophobic. Someone NEEDS to do a study on this, because it is so incredibly fascinating to me that these people fixated on the most white bread, cishet woman I have EVER SEEN and declared her a queer icon. Because even if in 20 years she actually comes out (which will never happen) that doesn't make this behavior any less weird or creepy. People have pages dedicated to this topic.

They think they're the brave underdogs peddling the truth while everyone else is being dumb and ignorant. I kind of want to hold their hands and introduce them to the PLETHORA of queer artists out right now. I want to show them queer and trans POC artists. Like, listen to her music all you want! I sure will! But if you're that starving for representation, why don't you just......do a quick google search? Find queer playlists???? Because if I have to see one more person saying "Last night at the Era's tour the bi flag colors flashed on screen for .02 seconds" on my FYP i WILL lose it. (I worry this comes off as me being like "oh im not like THOSE swifties, I'm not like other girls" but no, I cried at the Era's tour right along the rest of em, I just. I don't get people's obsession with her romantic life.)

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

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⚠️ I have now added an ‘upcoming works’ section above my faq. If you’re curious where a fic stands in the queue, here’s your place to check!

🐞introduction under the cut :)

Hey yall! Unapologetically queer midwestern twenty-year-old with no idea what she’s doing here to tell you more about herself!

Where to start… well, I’m currently in school working towards a degree in infographic marketing and design. That being said, my minor specialization is in the history subgenre, so I hope to work in the political field in some capacity. I write a lot of formal essays, so my time is divided during the year.

I will not be labeling as mdni, but probably won’t reach out to younger users! NSFW works will be tagged appropriately. Consume what you want tho folks.

always looking for mutuals/someone to viciously explain how this website works as if I were a boomer. interests include jjba, succession, star wars, tlou/tlou2, jjk, nge, and many others im sure im forgetting. Im also a big film nerd, so letterboxd users hml

I play a shit ton of instruments, my favorite artists rn are bowie and kendrick (what a pairing i know, but I did get tickets to the gn tour!!)

Lit NERD over here as well, book recs (and any media, really) are an instant path to my heart.

sapphic blog, though the straight x reader fanfic says otherwise

need ritsuko and misato to kiss bad

need them to kiss me bad

constantly thinking about abby anderson and her bench pr (im a gym rat and she could ruin me idc)

and i mean constantly

there’s not a day i lift without thinking about biting her arms oooooh mamma

girl kisser <- that’s me!

I hate to say this without immediately coming off as one of those bi girls in a straight relationship who yaps about wanting to be with women all the time, but yeahimdefoneofthosebigirlsinastraightrelationshipwhoyapsaboutwantingtobewithwomenallthetime

Which sucks because I can’t even complain about the man I’m dating while doing it, which is like, the whole point of the cliche

Whatever though, Ill swallow my pride and lean into it. He’s truly one of the greatest things thats happened to me and I’ve gotten nearly four years of proof that its not changing anytime soon. We also have a cat together, one who cant stay off a keybard and contributes to fics from time to time as well!!

Also uh *cough cough cough* a lot of the details (esp once we get deeper into smut) wouldn’t be as descriptive without him *cough cough* But you didn’t hear that from me

Plus at least the bf likes men and supports the wlw grindset, we love a little respectfully fruity boy to dominate from time to time B)

Idk how we have the same taste in women and such vast different tastes in men. Maybe this just means my type is ME and im too self absorbed for my own good, but I digress.

Already left my ‘straight, white, abusive, overwatch boy’ era years ago, fear not my fellow m*n loving sappics, there are other, better options!!

ah that’s all i can think of rn!! always open in my dms if you wanna know more or see something you want to talk about!!

[sortagaysortahigh]

Tiktok coming thru w the term “gutter bunny” is so hilarious to me bc ik exactly the kind of white girls they talkin about 😩😩😩 and yk what YK WHAT THOSE WHITE GIRLS BE NICE AS HELL! A lil triffling but THEYRE ALWAYS SWEET OKAY!!!!!! 25mm lashes, cookie monster pjs, smelling like perfume w a hint of weed and/or cigarette smoke, and living w they grandma while driving a beat up ass nissan. THEY WOULD NEVER STEER YOU WRONG OK, THEYD GIVE YOU A RIDE TO WORK IN A THUNDERSTORM WITHOUT ASKING QUESTIONS!!!

I feel like the issue w a lot of these trends on tiktok is they come up w a name for a group of individuals and it becomes trendy to the point that people who do not directly fit into that group (such as the term gutter bunny correlating to white girls that are typically from the hood) start tryna put on an aesthetic and learn random ass rap songs and shit just to fit into that “vibe” and gain popularity for it.

The same thing correlates to the whole “mob wife aesthetic” like yall i live laugh and love my queen Big Ang (RIP TO THE GOAT) and yk i enjoyed the mob wives show and learning ab the fucked up history of the mob bc yk im lowkey a history buff, BUT the romanticization of this “aesthetic” and lifestyle is so crazy to me. WOMEN WERE GETTING BATTERED ON AND TREATED SO MFIN TERRIBLY, TAKING THE FALL AND ALL THAT, and yall are like mmmm those fur coats and cornicellos are nice i like that lemme dress like that and say this is my new look.

ITS MADNESS OUT HERE OKAY, MADNESS.

Like ok i understand the whole mafia/mob literature/romance genre, i get why people enjoy reading and writing FICTION, but theres a huge line between reading a dark romance novel, and straight up glamorizing a lifestyle thats fucking nuts all because people like smokey makeup, bronzer, and fur. Talking ab “im in my mob wife era” I SURE HOPE YOURE NOT CAUSE GIRL THATS MADNESS.

Dont even get me started on the negative undertones of that bullshit clean girl era shit either. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED LORD HAVE MERCY

[ranmagender]

i find myself often questioning myself and stopping whether my critique of tiktok or social media or apple or google or what have you is reactionary because its easy to go into a mode of "things were better before" "we must return to the golden age"

i often romanticize older things, physical media, personal websites, offline mp3 players, digital cameras, vinyl, cds, a world before smartphones but nostalgia is a powerful thing and despite the fact that i enjoy these things and think aspects of them are better than things are now (lack of ownerships, streaming, addictive smartphones) not only is the era im referring to not better but in many ways its worse.

unless of course you were a straight white male during that time, ya know 2000-2010, a rather dudebro era of raunchy comedies, tv hosts openly admitting to wanting to bang underage starlets like hillary duff and the olson twins, games where the guy game on ps2 (which featured inappropriate images of a minor and had to be recalled) or biker xxx were prominent, not to mention all the post-9/11 paranoia, iraq war and leadup to the 2008 banking crisis.

it wasnt a better time just because i was too young to grasp it, but aspects of it were better in specific areas of ownership and mindful consumption of content. Although even that wasnt perfect, as i remember when i was 13 it was seen as cool to find the grossest sites imaginable of like things that would scar a developing mind and share it with everyone around. things like 2 girls 1 cup and lemon party and what not.

there were less guardrails but i think there should be some kind of middle ground between free for all and social media dominating the zeitgeist and killing individuality in lieu of algorithmic consumption.

this is one of my rants but the gist is that be careful being too nostalgic for days gone by because the past being this golden age is a reactionary talking point and that mindset can lead you down slippery slopes of right wing radicalization. be mindful of longing for the past.

you are not immune to propaganda as they say

[shwarmii]

(tumblr put this under my Recommended Posts; so im sorry if this is too late, i just saw it)

maybe something Shakespearean? ive heard "Romeo" be used demeaningly and sweetly specifically towards men. Shakespeare used several terms if endearments in both ways too, like "lambkin" which is unisex ("Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king." - Henry IV, Part 2; which the context of the line was it being Pistol's way of saying "uhh guess who died") but he also had others (another one of mmmmyyyyyyy favorites is "ducky")

one of my favorite ones "time-based insults that a story turned into a term of endearment" was "hellkite". i think Lestrade could be a good candidate for one of those, perhaps (you would know better than i). this was another line from Shakespeare, but i took it for a Regency era story to have be a insult-turned-affectionate that is still unfinished and you are more than welcome to use it if you want (it was used in Macbeth if you want a quotation; Macduff said it as a kind of pun, about how Macbeth killed Macduff's wife and kids "in one fell swoop"). it just means someone is "devilish (in the sense of being cruel)". it could work with a Sherlock that is obsessed with birds additionally, as it is referencing being a hellish bird of prey if you were to look at the etymology's meaning. it is also unisex

historically, "boy" has been used in both "sexy and demeaning" settings coming from another man. it does have some racial tension to it though, as it was more often used against Black men from White men, but it is a racially-unilateral term to address young adults in demeaning and "sexy" ways though, of course, it all depends on context. i know people were suggesting things like "pretty boy" and whatnot, and thatd be a good direction to take as adding an adjective in front of "boy" helps lessen the potential racial charge significantly while still upholding 'boy''s historical usage as "both demeaning and sexy". i think "my dear boy" is probably the most famous usage otherwise? at least, its famous enough to be a book title for the "My Dear Boy: Gay Love Letters Through The Centuries" anthology from Rictor Norton, it goes over about 2,000 years of gay love letters (alas, the book is out of print (it originally came out in 1998) and is now worth hundreds of dollars so i have never read it in full. but a friend did introduce me to this website last week https://rictornorton.co.uk/dearboy.htm which has all the letters as far as i know? i havent sat down and read it yet, but i will skim through the 1800s and up to 1914 for you), along with its variants of "my darling boy" and "dearest boy" and so on. i also found record of Henry Greville to Frederic, Lord Leighton in that aformentioned anthology, dated in the 1850s, featuring the line "You are rather a bad boy not to have given [my sister] or me a signe de vie [aka: the title of a document that is proof a person is still alive, so he's cheekily saying 'wRITE TO US MORE' to his lover]". so. "bad boy" is definitely demeaning yet sexy, or at least so i assume (im asexual lmao). (this may not count, but i do personally have a lot of affection for this one moment in "Gilmore Girls" where Rory is comforting Jess by cooing something along the lines of "Aw, sad boy. What's wrong?". also i have a young boy in my family often cooed at with the pet-name "shy boy" and "shy guy". anyway i digress) a lot of these love letters in "My Dear Boy"'s link features "boy" in some capacity being used throughout the timeline i am skimming through. it's probably your best bet for a "sexy but demeaning" pet-name from the period, but, again, i would recommend doing "[adjective] boy" to lessen the racial-based historical connotation of just straight-up "boy". but you get it

there's also "kid" (most famous in Casablanca's "Here's looking at you, kid") for a more unisex term, which has been used for a long time as well (i couldn't find exactly when it started being used romantically; but its been used for goats since 1200s, and started being well-known for it to informally be used to refer to children by the 1840s (earliest accounts are apparently from the 1590s, so it took a while), it started being used to refer to young thieves since approximately 1812, and it was used as a verbage to "tease playfully" since 1839. this is all cited from Etymonline, btw. highly recommend that site, very reliable, not good for linguistic professionals as its pages aren't complete but it is great for amateurs who just want an idea of things)

theoretrically, "young man" could work too. quite patronizing, but not very romantic. but the meme on tiktok going around with the audio "Oh, you're such a handsome young man. Can you give us a big smile?" with lots of people making the trend be about their ships gives me some hope that it could be made romantic. idk

one of my favorite things to do is read letters, esp love letters, (if that wasnt already evident by my interst in "My Dear Boy") and it is rather unfortunate that i cannot think of a single time a letter ive read from a gay man in the 1800s used a term of endearment not already popular with straight couples. they use "dear/est", "dear heart", "[Forename] dear", "darling", "sweet", "precious", "beloved", "adored", and so on. i looked through the "My Dear Boy" anthology link above for any more from the 1800s - early 1910s. i skimmed them for this post (again, haven't read things in full. just skimmed to attempt to be helpful), so feel free to look more in depth. but there was "Sir" being used rather coyly by John Church in his 1809 letter. im ignoring Beethoven's love letters to Karl because that is his nephew that he was the legal guardian of (needless to say: ew) especially since they called one another "father" and "son/child" (again: ew), so im ignoring almost of those "pet-names" between them. i will say "(Little) rascal(, best little rascal)" is kind of cute to call your hypothetical partner, if we just ignore my source of it being era-accurate is Beethoven towards his nephew. i digress. Franz Schubert and Anselm Hüttenbrener made "friend" feel very cute, though it was also used in several OTHER of these letters as a term of endearment between the pair of letter-writers (i still assume you will not be using it due to contemporary understandings of the word, and i dont blame you for that, esp since it isnt demeaning). but yeah! i skimmed through a lot and those were the best o found from doing that. i skimmed through the letters from "1807 - William Beckford & Master Saunders" and up until the end of "1912 - Rupert Brooke & Denham Russell-Smith", as google told me Sherlock Holmes is generally between 1880 - 1914 (i read all of the 1800s in case of precendence, since there otherwise there would have been only 8 letter exchanges to look through and that seemed too small a sample) and my dumbass wasnt exactly sure when your Holmes story takes place, and the next section was in 1917-1918 for the love letters in "My Dear Boy". most of it was "friend", "boy", or one of the Also Famously Used By Straight Couples pet-names. "comrade" was also used in smattering amounts, but i dont assume youll use it

also, because im me and i love our pet bird, i would also like to submit "pidge" as a pet-name (yes, it is short for "pidgeon"). it is rather archiac, and is most famous for its usage in Disney's "Lady and the Tramp". i couldnt find anything about the pet-name, but i did find three people from the early 1900s who had it as a personal reference (Noah Berry Jr, Pidge Browne, and George Browning). i know "dove" and "turtledove" would also technically work as they are types of pidgeons, but yeah. a bird-based nickname for the bird-nerd is a fun idea to me and i had to shout it out before i continued further

i think you could get the "demeaning but sexy" from most effeminate terms of endearment. but i also understand if you want it to be "a demeaning term anyone could call you, not just an effeminate term only a romantic partner would use". in which case, id circle back to insults-turned-endearments personally, like "wiseguy" or "smart alek" or something (i got a migraine from skimming, so im too tired to research at the moment if those are period-accurate lol). i also know you dont want to use "sweetheart" for all genders, despite it being a genderless term, as it is specifically demeaning to women under certain contexts and you want a term demeaning to each Sherlock gender option — but i think you could make a case for it being a genderless term of patronizing in your game. youd just have to preface its place, i think. but. like. we're already allowed to be a queer Sherlock and specifically are already allowed to be a nonbinary Sherlock in the 1880s - 1914 era of England and have everyone refer to us with they/them pronouns (and i say this as someone who also uses they/them pronouns): giving a preface that "sweetheart" was used demeaningly across genders under certain contexts from men to be very easy suspension of disbelief for your audience. however, it is your game, not mine. if you dont want to, then i wont push

personally, i do otherwise wonder how youre going to also include an option for nonbinary Sherlock Holmes? do they just get to pick which they prefer out of the two? or do they get their own? it is unclear to me (you dont have to answer this element. or reply to any of this reblog. i am babbling uselessly at this point. my dyslexic ass really shouldnt skim lol i did my best, fam, i don't know)

im gonna take a nap is all i know ♡ hope this helped

lmaooo it's hilarious that you've previously said that for Lestrade "the height of their intimacy is using a term of endearment" and then their first use of one (only if Sherlock is a woman which I will say is a little unfair) is when they want to figuratively spread Sherlock's viscera across the seedy bar floor. Thanks so much for your hard work. Good luck from here on

You might think them using your first name is intimate, but the height of their intimacy is using a term of endearment (you won’t hear it much outside of the privacy of the bedroom and in letters though!)

Hahahaaaa 🤣 I suppose I can clarify... Their exceptions from that are in a partly-sexual/partly-demeaning way while they are mad or annoyed or used ironically. They reaaaally think back on using that word later while trying to sleep and hate themselves a little (a lot) extra. Trust me.

(only if Sherlock is a woman which I will say is a little unfair)

Believe me, I looked far for a good word with the same vibe that I could use for MMCs and/or NBMCs. I even asked my discord, and we tried to think of a word that had the same demeaning/sexist/flirty balance, and the closest I think I got was "sport"... which... no.

The word was Sweetheart, in the middle of the rant, if anyone is curious. If you are FMC and have romance points. If anyone can think of a word that strikes that balance of demeaning/sexy vibe for MMCs or NBMCs, send it to me! And if I find it fits, without assuming too much of the player MC, fits the setting, and L's character, I'll add it ❤️😘

[minamotoz]

the boy meets world writers creating the most heartbreaking narrative about growing up queer and closeted in 90's you've ever seen (it is entirely through subtext and poorly aged, sorta problematic jokes)

[ssszlami]

Harry Potter characters as things my friends have said except there's way too many characters

Yes, we write down funny things we say, no that's not weird

Harry: “I wanna jump out a castle window but like not die” 

Ron: “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING???”

Hermione: “It’s feminine to write a paragraph”

Neville: “Lore update: I’m confused as hell.”

Luna: “Hey I can’t come to the party on Friday night, I just bought a bunch of cows and I gotta chill with them.”

Ginny: “I feel like you’re only dating me for my brother.”

Draco: “My chat is in it’s gaslight era”

Dean: “This is a lot like a cult for a Christian movie”

Seamus: “Agility: Setting things on fire and watching it explode... but in different directions.”

Dumbledore: “No one here has committed any crimes, and if you have, they were funny crimes, so it’s fine”

McGonagall: “When u get to the exam its not gonna be helpful that you spent your lessons drinking gatorade and eating donuts”

Snape: “If you’re going to traumatise children at least make it aesthetic”

Sirius: “I’m so alpha that the men around me change their sexuality to accomodate for me”

Remus: “I have four lines of self-hate for you”

Lily: “The milfs in my bag”

James: “No beta we die like parental figures”

Molly: “Goodnight offspring.”

Arthur: “How often a day do you reckon your car gets a boner?” 

Fred: “Love. Truth. Bodacious Booty.”

George: "In this world, it's either meme or be memed. In my case it's both."

Percy: “It is boring! But.....we like boring.”

Bill: “Sometimes you gotta ruin the vibe for the greater good”

Charlie: "Close your face nipples and think about dragons" 

Oliver: “I’m a white man, we always win! Except at sports….except at hockey”

Hagrid: “You can't say fuck you to the dog!”

Lavender: “Not all women want to kiss women. I know, that one was a hard pill for me to swallow”

Parvati: “There is no girl on earth who is so straight she wouldn’t love having another pair of boobs around”

Padma: “Nobody likes princesses!! They’re white bitches who weren’t loved enough as children”

Crabbe: “Pancake....buttplug……pancake…….buttplug”

Goyle: *grunt* “Yes I just farted.”

Cho: “I was like ‘whatever’. Wait no I was really sad”

Cedric: “I just thumbs-upped the roof down”

Krum: “*completely monotone voice* but wait there’s more”

Fleur: “Sexism is bad. Kill everyone.”

Tonks: “Gotta go to the bathroom to change my gender real quick”

Moody: “This is not a time for sassy comebacks, this is a time for SURVIVAL!”

Lockhart: “Because I look cute it’s all my fault. Thats how that works apparently.”

Umbridge: “Oh my god it’s me! Shiny trash!”

Voldemort: “Sorry I’m holding your parents hostage and killing you but your parents can’t hear your screams of terror because they can’t hear you right now”

Bellatrix: “YOU GOTTA KILL SOME CHILDREN TO GET TO YOUR TRUE LOVE”

Lucius: “Have you started another cult?”

Narcissa: “Your son is okay” *sobs and cries*

Kingsley: “I haven’t laughed since 1972.”

Peter: “So, you’re on the floor spooning the rat”

Slughorn: “*loud chewing noises* Wow I hate myself”

Mundungus: “My voice cracked on the crack and im on crack”

Dobby: “I took my ugg boots off for that.”

Winky: “Is she gonna kill me? I’m very excited.”

Kreacher: “It’s just war miss it’s not upsetting at all” 

Myrtle: “I went to the toilet and I see like the toilet seat around her neck”

Trelawney: “Teaching pigeons to be art connoisseurs” 

Filch: “He’s like a really sticky person!”

Dudley: “Screw you I just want stuff”

Petunia: “Is there a reason you’re interrupting me mid-soup?”

Vernon: “So he’s mad” “Yeah he’s cranky” “No like insane”

Pansy: “I don’t hurt them I just legally stab them”

Lee: “Bro that’s rather cringe”

Quirell: “I don’t need an exorcism” “That’s exactly what somebody who needs a exorcism would say”

Amos: “I’m one of the last old white boys”

Karkaroff: “Terrible behaviour…. ur in denial my guy” 

Xenophilius: “EVERY JOB IS A GOVERNMENT JOB, AND I DONT KNOW WHO THE PRIME MINISTER IS”

Greyback: “I… put my hand inside his chest…and ripped out his lungs” 

Cormac: “Closeted homophobic”

Blaise: “He’s more attractive in a suit.” “ALL MEN ARE!”

Regulus: “Lucy it’s my turn to drown!!”

Aberforth: “ME? A member of the TEN COMMANDMENTS??"

Nearly Headless Nick: “Well, if you have to execute me… ok”

Marietta: “You can’t slay if you vape”

Mrs Figg: “Old lady woman man and his dog”

[boneandfur]

𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒

rating: very... very... Explicit. deals with taboo subjects, prostitution, child marriage, etc. This is a Ride or Die Pirates AU set in the Georgian Era, and life was not pretty. I don't shy away, but I don't glorify them either.

Pairings: Ellie x Logan, Ellie x ? summary: a ROD AU set in the 1700s. When Elspet Wheeler makes the choice to break a horse thief from gaol, it changes the course of her entire life...

CHAPTER ONE

1720.

"No." Magistrate Wheeler cuts into his sausage and blood pudding, forking a piece into his mouth. The conversation has ended, and with guests at the table, Ellie cannot even say her piece. Her hands clench her skirts under the table, marring the fine embroidered blue silk that Riya sent down from London, a gift for Ellie's coming out ball this eve.

She thinks of the beaten bronze mirror that her dead mother, Flora, brought back from the ruins of some ruined fort on the shores of Orkney, and how her reflection had looked inside, rippled and strange, like an echo from a shadowy age, when the world was yet young. "But I just turned eighteen!" Ellie hates how high her voice has gone, like a child's.

"That is my word, Elspet, and my word is final." Her father clears his throat, nodding at the handsome man on his right as he wipes greasy fingers on the tablecloth.

"I must say, Miss Wheeler, you are looking a trifle peaked." Across from Ellie, her father's former protégée, a watchman from London by the name of Shaw, tilts his head to look at her and then levels a winning smile upon the table, as if playing to an audience. Grease glistens on his cleft chin, as if dabbed there by the angels, St Bacon and St Goose Grease.

His eyes are so blue, her new maid had giggled behind her hand as she did Ellie's hair for breakfast. He is so very handsome, Miss.

Shaw's teeth are straight and white and Ellie cannot help but feel a chill seep into her marrow at the thought of her freedom from the schoolroom being ended so suddenly by the shackles of marriage. Handsome? He is at that, but Ellie has never cared overmuch for golden hair, even if his shoulders are so broad they strain the threads on his black coat.

"Perhaps if I took her out for a turn with the pony cart, it could bring the bloom back to your fair daughter's cheek, Magistrate Wheeler? After all, we would not want her to fade into a wall flower before the ball commences."

Ellie looks down at the letter on her lap and quickly folds it up, stuffing it into her pocket. "Papa...?"

The magistrate runs a hand over his stubbled jaw, the thick stubble of a man whose acquaintance with the razor is but brief. He looks to his daughter on his left, and Shaw on his right. "Well, I see that I am outmanned by both Youth and Beauty. Very well, Elspet, you may go with Mr Shaw. But come back in an hour, mind you, and take a maid. That girl of all work from the hiring fair will do just as well as any other."

•••

Megan is in rapture at the prospect, to Ellie’s disgust. She had hoped to plead the headache, but now there is no getting out of it. Megan gives a little squeal at the sight of the cart, and blushes deeply when Mr Shaw tips his hat to her. She curtsies prettily, as if she is the Miss and Ellie is the maid, and Ellie wishes for one furious moment that she was still living back in London, a simple watchman’s daughter. If Mama was still alive… But the thought does not bear finishing.

No: she is here now, rusticated in the countryside, no longer the daring child who spent every moment of her free time gobbling up broadsheets and ballads from Fleet Street and attempting to pen her own. The bracelet on her wrist, little silver charms tinkling together, is her only reminder of that time. It is as if Flora never existed, as if her mother’s very memory was burnt to a crisp, just like the silver slammerkin…

Did you read about the ‘anging at Tyburn that almost was, Ell? Wot a lark, luv! They said ‘e was a blackbird, come to shore to recruit men for ‘is crew! They called 'im Salazar, ‘e was a Spanish pirate ‘e was, wanted for ‘is crimes against the Crown! But at the last minute, they pulled the sack off ‘is ‘ead, and ‘twere another man! They said that it were the devil’s trick and hung the man anyway, but I know wot a Spaniard looks like, and that weren't no Salazar, but an Englishman!

“Miss Wheeler, I asked if you had been to the May Day revels?” Shaw coughs politely, and Ellie shoves Riya’s letter into her pocket, her cheeks growing hot. “I was just asking Megan here if she'd ever been crowned the Queen of May.”

Megan is sitting between them, as propriety dictates, but Ellie has never known propriety meant grabbing a man’s thigh every time the pony trap hits a rut. Megan follow’s Ellie’s gaze to her hand and then removes it from Shaw’s thigh, folding her fingers together primly in her lap. A rosy blush dots both cheeks, and she looks up at him from under her lashes. “Oh la, sir, I couldn't even be so bold!”

Bold, Ellie thinks, is exactly the kind of girl that Megan is.

“No, I never have.” Ellie returns her attention to the fields with a small sigh.

“Well, that is disappointing. I had so hoped to hear your stories of the lusty May revels, Miss Elspet.” Shaw raises his brows at Megan, his tone dropping to a growl at the word lusty, and Megan’s cheeks turn crimson as petticoats that lined the streets of Soho of a night, not so very long ago.

Bold, indeed. “Is that so terribly hard to believe, Mr Shaw?” Ellie pushes her hair back from her face, wishing herself anywhere but here. When you come back to London Town, Ell, what fun we’ll have!

“If I may say so, living in the countryside quite agrees with you. It's brought the bloom back to your cheeks!” Shaw dips his head and says to Megan, who has begun to pout, “We all thought she'd die of the fever that took her mother!” He makes circles by his temple with one finger, and then taps the side of his nose, as if sharing a confidence. “Wandering all over London at all hours of the night, clad only in a silver slammerkin!”

Megan’s eyes widen as she claps a hand to her mouth, and Ellie shoots up in the seat, hands balled at her sides.

“Mr Shaw--”

She is saved from humiliating herself by the sound of a shot. Immediately, Shaw throws himself to the side, but the bullet whizzes harmlessly over their heads. “My God!” He turns to Ellie, his lips bloodless. “Your father did not say there were footpads upon this damned track! We had best turn back.”

“You are not frightened, are you, Mr Shaw?” Megan lays a hand on Shaw’s arm, looking up at him from under dark lashes. A muscle in his jaw ticks as he stares at the top of her dark curls, blue eyes gone hard as slate. For an instant Ellie feels pity for the woman who will become that man's wife.

“Frightened? No, I mean to ride after them myself.” He bares his teeth in a smile, making clicking noises with his tongue in an effort to get the pony to turn around, and when it will not, he sharply cracks the whip. “Haw! Turn around, I say!”

The pony flattens its ears, stomping its hooves and swishing its tail.

“It was probably Young Lord Vandermeer. It is known that he has terrible marksmanship. Look, we are near Vista Park.” Ellie points to the manor in the near distance, the lawns sprawling towards them. “It's where Clover was born. She probably would like to go back there. And we can get a drink of water from the kitchens, and talk to his lordship about the gunshot before we head back.”

“Oh… can we? I should so love to see Lady Vandermeer’s roses.” Megan looks wistfully into the distance, as if a maid could ever set foot in an aristocrat's garden without having a purpose there. It is on the tip of Ellie’s tongue to tell her so, but…

Perhaps I can borrow a book from the library, and the day will not be such a waste after all.

Shaw sets his jaw mulishly, and Ellie rubs her temples. She can feel a headache coming on. Megan looks between them and quickly lays her hand on Shaw’s arm. “Oh, Mr Shaw, I am feeling a headache coming on. We can let Miss Elspet go to Vista Park without us, and return to the magistrate’s. You will come back soon, won't you, Miss Ellie?”

“I shall be back before Papa ever knows I am gone.” Ellie hops from the pony cart, and with more glee than decorum, waves merrily goodbye.

•••

The distance to Vista Park is not so far, but with Riya’s letter burning a hole in her pocket, Ellie waits until the pony trap is out of sight and then runs for the forest. There is a shortcut to Vista Park through the wood, though folks say that anyone who sits for too long beside the ancient well might be taken off by the Lord or Lady of the Greenwood, to dance in fairy revels as a hundred years pass in the twinkling of an eye.

She finds the ancient well, the oak tree that has grown around the stones strung with a thousand faded ribbons. The water is bone-achingly cold and green, but impossibly sweet, and if this is truly the doorway to the Greenwood and the revels, then Ellie will go, and gladly.

A silver slammerkin. She squeezes her eyes shut tight against the hot tears that threaten to overwhelm her.

A bird sings, somewhere in the forest, and Ellie forces her feet to move. She brushes her hand through the ribbons and they make a sibilant whispering, all the wishes of their former owners releasing into the haze of the afternoon. I wish. I wish. I wish.

But her feet cannot seem to move another inch. She opens her eyes, and sits down upon the roots, enjoying the shifting sunlight through the leaves. Somewhere, another bird has taken up a song.

In London, women white their complexions with lead paste, but Ellie feels a spark of rebellion inside for her freckles. Mother never would have…

But that is past.

She touches the charms, each a memory, and remembers sitting with Flora in the warm kitchen, playing a counting game upon it on her mother's wrist as Flora embroidered.

What does this one mean, Mama? And this?

Flora thought for a moment, and then she spoke in Orcadian, a language Ellie only remembers in snippets.

I was a girl when I met your father, as you know… I came to London from Orkney, where my father had been a fisherman. My mother, though, washed up upon the shore, though some folk claimed he'd caught her in his net… They said she was a selkie, a seal woman… But this bracelet was hers, and when you are grown and I am gone, it will be yours… Flora had looked to her little trunk, tucked away in a corner by the hearth, and smiled gently. And the silver dress, my wee selkie lass, so you never forget where you came from…

Mother… And Riya.

Ellie opens the letter, smoothing it out upon her lap, and lets the tears fall.

•••

I want to go back to London… I have to! Ellie paced the small room, treading holes in the soles of Lady Ingrid’s cast off kid slippers, smooth as butter. At first light, we’ll cast off in one of the coracles, and dock in London by sunset!

Tell me about the dancing bear again, Riya set her chin in her hand, sighing. And how Lady Ingrid alighted from that carriage on the Strand with a crown of candles in her hair for Yuletide… They say that Lord Brett was so struck by her beauty that he vowed to scale the Tower and steal a raven’s feather to thread in her golden hair!

Lady Ingrid... Ellie could barely hold back her laughter. She was Inge then, and no better than she ought to be! She sewed costumes with her mama on Fleet Street, and as for Drury Lane, her father was a scribbler... And the raven’s feather was but a prop from the Scottish play!

Riya had thrown back her dark head then, and oh, how they had laughed and laughed!

Inge had not wed Lord Brett after all, but secured a marriage with his father instead. She'd been fifteen, and Flora Darrow Wheeler had not been dead yet. Legend had it that Inge had eaten a hundred pound bank note between two slices of toast on the morning the banns were read. Her widowed mama had sewed her a wedding dress with ten thousand glass beads, down at that flat on Fleet Street. But Ingrid had gone with a Bond Street modiste instead, as was befitting her new station. She had already begun to call herself Ingrid.

Inge was not the only person with a mother who went mad in her family, though Ellie did not tell Riya that part of the story. The watchmen had dredged the wedding train out of the Serpentine, the thousand glass beads falling off and scattering down the Ratcliffe, through the Field of Forty Footsteps and all the way to the potter’s field. There was a rhyme sung by the children, which Ellie heard as she sold ballads up and down the Strand in the weeks following.

Inge be nimble, Inge be quick

The old fat lord had a brand new walking stick

I'll give mama a glass bead to buy you my dear

Don't look back, for Death’s in the mirror

How many glass beads do you see?

One… two… three!

“Stand and deliver!”

The pistol shot shatters the memory. Ellie jumps up, dropping the letter. There is a man on a black destrier before her, holding a smoking pistol in the air and laughing. He wears a black mask tied around his eyes, his jaw thick with dark stubble. Broad shoulders and chest strain a jet black waistcoat, and he wears a corbie feather in his hat.

For a moment, time stops, and in later years, Ellie will return to that moment: when time stood still, and the whole course of her life changed in a single instant.

Ellie looks up and meets his intense gaze, and then has to look down, and away, clearing her throat. “I have no coin, nor valuables. You have made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” He leaps down from his horse, lifting Ellie’s chin with one hand, and spits tobacco juice to the side. “I never make mistakes when I'm making a pretty bird sing and shake its feathers to lay me a golden egg.” He smiles, and Ellie is suddenly very aware of how very close and how very male he is. He smells of tobacco and leather and something spicy, and it's doing something strange to her insides, heat fizzling through her veins.

“A pretty girl in a pretty dress, near the road to London.” He walks around her, as if inspecting her. “As I said… A Salazar never makes a mistake.”

’Is name was Salazar.

Ellie gasps aloud, clutching at her throat. “The pirate!”

Salazar winks at her, tapping his whip upon his black boots, polished to a high shine. “Aye. A blackbird, the English call me, ashore with an associate o’ mine to recruit men for our crew. And a highwayman, when I have the need for coin from pretty birds.” He grabs her arm, and whispers, lips brushing against her ear, “I know your kind. Come down from London for that ball tonight, or running away. You'll never make it past the gates before some bawd sweeps you up on the pretense of hiring you as a servant. You'll be in the Seven Dials with your petticoats to your neck and enough blue ruin in your gullet to drown you before they sell your maidenhead for--”

“A glass bead?” Ellie pulls away and slaps the pirate across the face before she can stop herself.

“Mierda! You're a wildcat, aren't you?” Salazar rubs his face, grinning at her for a moment, and then he grabs her wrist, staring at the silver bracelet. “A Salazar never makes a mistake. What's this, then, Princess? No coin or valuables?” His chuckle sends a thrill down Ellie’s spine that leaves her cold.

“No! That's mine!” She tries to pull away from him, but he loops one arm around her waist and pulls her flush against his chest. “Let me go!” She doesn't want him to let her go. There is something so sordid and thrilling about being held by a pirate. In Grovershire, of all places! If only Riya could see me now...

“What do you think, Princess? Your bracelet…” Salazar’s dark gaze strays to her mouth. “Or a kiss?”

Salazar’s mouth is very close to hers, and she can almost taste his breath upon her tongue, cloves and Madeira. The warmth in her veins spreads through her body, nestling between her thighs where she feels a sudden, almost insistent tingle. Suddenly shy, she casts her eyes down, for if he looks into them, he will see the secret she tries so hard to hide.

I want him to kiss me.

“You really are a princess, aren't you?” Salazar’s rich, deep voice is struck with wonder.

Ellie raises her chin, meeting his gaze, trying to keep her voice steady. “I am a selkie. My father hid my seal’s skin, and it's in London Town. This bracelet is the only way I can find it again. Let me go!”

Her heart is pounding and she can feel his hand on her waist, nearly burning her through layers of silk and bone. If he does not let her go, she will be lost, as lost as the girls that walk the Strand of a night, selling their bodies for tuppence.

If he lets me go, I will be lost, but in a different manner.

Salazar’s brows above the mask knit together at the strange word, selkie. “I would bring you with me to Cuba on my ship, selkie. To swim in the Cárdenas cays, and be free.” He shakes his head, smiling and looking away. “When I was a boy, my father took me on his ship, and I always fancied I saw mermaids on the rocks, but I have never heard of a selkie.”

Ellie swallows, and touches the shell on the cord that is tied around his neck. “And this?”

Salazar’s teeth flash white. He strokes the slit of the shell, and Ellie feels her insides liquify. “I would strand your hair with cowries, and teach you to dive for pearls.” He brings his hand down, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. Ellie’s heart stops in her chest as Salazar cups her cheek. If she closes her eyes, she can hear the rush of the ocean waves coming from the tiny shell.

Somewhere, close by, a bird whistles, and Salazar jerks sharply.

“By your leave, I’ll take what I came for and nothing more.” It is as if he is all of a sudden another man, as if the one who spoke of the cays of Cuba never existed.

Salazar’s mouth hovers over Ellie’s, and she parts her lips, closing her eyes. There is a sudden lightness as he slips the bracelet from her wrist, and she is left standing there, trembling and alone, virtue intact, yet feeling strangely bereft, as though she's lost more than a bracelet.

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Ep 1: the Heirs of the Dragon

Likes:

LOVE the shot of the burnt insides of harrenhal

"That's almost large enough to saddle two" my god these bitches gay

Ser Harold's pearl clutching when he saw Daemon on the throne

Aemma seems so lovely and sensible 😔 girl we are gonna get you out of there and you can stop trying for kids. Her speech about mourning all the dead children she can and failing in her duty to provide an heir 💔💔💔

Lord Lyman saying "Dear me" to Daemons gross rant about Rhea Royce. He's been a real one from day 1. I know a young lord lyman would treat me right.

You can really see the difference in splendour and size between this tourney and the s1 GoT tourney.

Daemons armor looks great. Totally impractical but great.

The crowd booing Daemon for his unsportsmanlike conduct dhalaidjssjsk hes entering his Elon Musk era

Loved Rhaenyra and Alicents little bitchy gossip sesh

Bby Laena gripping Laenors arm when the knight is getting beaten up 💔

The increasing tourney violence juxtaposed with Aemmas increasingly gory birth....

Daemon does have a point. Viserys is weak and I'm kind of happy he pointed that out.

I like that they showed Rhaenys looking a bit (imo) conflicted when Rhaenyra was named heir and the lords swore their pledges. It must've hurt for her.

Dislikes:

Wish we'd seen more of the politicking at the great council :(. Especially the random lesser claimants like Saeras sons and the descendent of Daenys and Gaemon's second daughter who married a petty lord. Also can you imagine seeing Jaehaerys interacting with one of Saeras illegitimate sons? That may well have been what finally sent him off.

Daemon is annoying me. I didn't mind him in the books but this version is actively passing me off. Gotta say beginning his speech with insulting the city watch was funny tho. Having him say "our city should be safe for all its people" after he spent the night being judge jury and executioner was just audacious....so yeah textbook Daemon

Having the gold cloaks just be thugs terrorising the city like??? Why???? AGCAB tho (all gold cloaks are bastards)

WHY are they acting like absolute male preference primogeniture was firmly established by the great council? That happened after the dance my guys. Picking Rhaenyra over Daemon may have been kind of shaky because of the great council of 101 but it could be justified with andal law, or if daemon is so widely distrusted/disliked another great council.

MYSARIAS ACCENT IS ATROCIOUS

Fights to the death being allowed in jousting. It's supposed to be an exercise for wartime not an actual war smh

Im sorry but Caraxes looked like one of the Jurassic park dinosaurs in the scene where Daemon lets Mysaria touch him

Not a fan of the prophecy being used by Viserys but if the dance ends with the prophecy being lost I won't mind it so much

Can they stop having everyone and their mother repeat the lyanna stark promise me line like please

Costuming:

I liked all of Alicents dresses but only Rhaenyras red tourney dress and heir dress. The first yellow/gold Rhaenyra dress was awful.

Rhaenyras heir outfit was *chefs kiss*

I liked Mysarias white dress in the brothel.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

What do dragons smell like if they're that stinky that you smell like them after a ride???

my man Corlys is rolling over in his grave cause one of his descendants is now one of those very pirates beggaring the realm

Interesting having Viserys be cut (or claim to be cut) by the IT in the first ep when it's taken as a sign of being unfit to rule in the books...AND THEN IT CUTS HIM FOR REAL.

"Bad humours of the mind can affect the body" Ok Sygmynd Fraeud

Bro Viserys' dream sounds just straight up like wishful thinking not dragon dreams 😭😭😭

If I were Otto I'd hate Daemon too "don't let him provoke you" like fuck you Viserys he just insulted the man's recently deceased wife

"You are Daemon Targaryen. Rider of Caraxes, wielder of dark sister, sufferer of plot necessary erectile dysfunction"

VISERYS AND MELLOS YOU ARE GOING TO HELL FOR NOT TELLING AEMMA WHAT WAS GOING ON. STRAIGHT DOWNSTAIRS. I WILL DRAG YOU THERE MYSELF.

We deserve a spin off prequel where Daemon slowly works through every small council position and fails miserably while Otto tears out his hair

Otto you are going to hell along with Viserys. Imagine pimping your teenage daughter out to the king in one of her mothers dresses . Imagine not sending your teenage daughters best friend away when her father has placed her in this position. Viserys being this gross when he has a daughter Alicents age is atrocious.

Do they not have seperate rooms in Westerosi brothels?

The guy who paused mid-fuck to listen to Daemons heir for a day speech hdsldjwkajdjs

Daemon trying to play off the heir for a day speech as GRIEVING IN HIS OWN WAY my god

Is it just me or do all the candles around the dragons kind of imply the Targaryens worship them? I like that idea I'm keeping it.

Overall thoughts:

They should have trigger warnings on these episodes for pregnant people cause jesus christ

Viserys really loves threatening to cut people's tongues out eh?

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

big brother to the rescue.

BEN MILLER

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❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! hope you're doing well :) i was thinking about a ben miller fic where when they're in the bar towards the beginning the reader is there with her friends and the boys push benny to talk to her bc he's getting distracted from conversation by her across the place. thanks a ton 💖

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“C’mon, little brother. She’s been looking at you the whole night”. Will says palming his back, after catching him distracted for the third time.

“Go, before I do”. Frankie challenges him with a petty smile, knowing it’s going to be enough to force the boxer to take the step.

Taking a deep, deep breath, finding in that gesture the encouragement he needs, Benny goes straight to you, waiting for the bartender to serve you another beer.

At first, you don’t notice his presence, until the unknown guy stops by your side leaning too over the bar. You two cross your gazes, sharing a soft smile that makes your knees tremble. The blonde looks really good, but for some reason, you have the feeling that he could be an idiot, so when he throws at you one of those horrible pickup lines, you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna give you advice. Don’t hit a girl like that”. You just reply with a chuckle, referring to his words.

“I’m more into hitting men”.

For a second, where you were about to leave with your drink, you squint at him having a sip and trying to understand the meaning of his affirmation.

“I box, professionally”.

“Oh…” You nod your chin, puckering your lips, showing him that this fact doesn’t impress him at all. “Congrats. Good luck in your next fight”.

Not giving him the chance to continue the talk, you come back to your table under the attentive looks of your friends, who are laughing at the poor guy and the gesture on his face. His brothers, on the other hand, have slapped their faces whilst shaking their heads disappointed. As soon as Benny joins him, Santi slaps the back of his neck, causing him to choke in his beer.

“There must be something wrong with my eyes, ’cause I can’t take them off you? Really, Benny? Really?”

The guys are laughing when Pope repeats his sentence, as Will puts an arm over his shoulders. “You’re lucky to have me… Big brother to the rescue”.

Anna nudges you, making you turn on your stool to watch a second guy walking towards you, very secure of himself. The only thing you wanted tonight was to have fun with your friends and seems it’s not going to be an option. Crossing a leg over the other and nailing an elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm, you force a smirk when he offers you a kind smile.

“Good nights, ladies, sorry to interrupt. William, a pleasure”.

The man holds your free hand without asking for it to stretch it. Firmly. Like only a soldier would do —as your father does. He turns for a second to his friends, laying his oceanic and hypnotic eyes on you with a charming and funny grimace on his face.

“Sorry ‘bout my brother, you know... too many punches”. He has captivated your friends, who are gasping for him and the honeyed tone he’s using, covered by a raspy voice. “He has watched you looking at him and he was nervous, but he’s not a bad guy. Just a little asshole. But he’s worth it, believe me”.

“Okay”. You reply slowly, raising an eyebrow earning your attention little by little.

“He has begged me to not come, but I think you’re too smart to not have a date with him”.

“Your brother was right, you didn’t have to come. And you’re wrong, more or less. I’m very smart, but having a date with him doesn’t seem a very intelligent idea”.

“Got it. But he’ll be waiting for you at seven in Kaleo’s, tomorrow night”. A negative it’s not an option to the soldier, showing you his perfect white teeth in a huge smile clapping his hands before leaving. “Good night, ladies. Have a good time”.

Since last night, you've been debating with your friends if you should go to the date just to prove both men were wrong. Lucy would call you crying if you text her in case the guy is another idiot.

The first test is to see if he'd wait for you, arriving thirty minutes later than the hour William told you. Your heart can't help but race a little when you find the blonde boxer sitting on the hood of a black Mustang, in front of the restaurant. Wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, he has both legs crossed and his hands laced over his lap. Head bowed down and a sigh escaping his lips as he checks the clock on his wrist. Poor guy, he's thinking you are not going to come.

You send a picture of him to the chat group where your friends are asking you if he's still there and, in less than a second, you receive a bunch of heart emojis from all of them. Keeping your phone in a pocket, as you tuck in your hands too, you begin to walk towards him. Step by step. Taking your time with a soft smirk curving your lips as you come closer and closer. Watching him texting someone too, you roll your eyes, imagining it's to some random chick to hang out with, due you have stood him up. Until you're almost leaning above his shoulder and you see he's texting his brother —who is very interested in knowing if you're there or not. You melt as he replies: “amma wait another thirty minutes, maybe there's traffic”.

“You can say to your brother I'm here”. You whisper into his ear, taking him by surprise and causing the boxer to jump off from the hood.

“Oh, fuck. You scared the shit outta m— Where you readin' my phone?”

“Nah, I've some witch in me”. You lie terrible, feeling goosebumps on your arms when his gesture changes suddenly.

A grin like a Cheshire cat decorates his face, offering you his phone as he pressed the small microphone in the bottom right corner.

“Hey, big brother, I came. I hope you weren't wrong”.

“I'm Ben, by the way”. He introduces himself as keeping his phone in a pocket, to offer you his right hand.

“(Y/N)”. You stretch it then, feeling a little nervous at his touch.

“So, this is the plan. We have a beer, and if you think I'm a freak, you can run away before dinner. No questions, no explanations. You just… leave”.

God, that's really sweet. He's nervous too and you can see in his blue eyes how scared he is if you really decide to disappear.

“Deal”. You accept, tilting your head to the restaurant.

A couple of minutes later Ben is sitting in front of you and the first thing that captivates your attention is the fact that he doesn't put his phone on the table. Living in the technology era, everybody keeps an eye on their devices. Constantly. But he's not like everybody. He wants to talk. Know about you. What you do in your free time, what you do for a living, what unveils you at night… And you talk for hours.

Ben tells you what pushed him to be in the army, why he decided to dedicate his life to boxing and he also jokes about how you could fix him up after his fighting. Something like a plan of the future. Together. As friends —as he points out to not make you feel uncomfortable, thinking that he is forcing you to have a relationship. You also discover that your taste in music and movies are very similar, just like your hobbies. And that makes you think about the fact that William will tell you “I wasn't wrong”.

The boxer gladly takes you home, not stopping your chat even when one of the two of you doesn't know what to say, Benny has shown you in some way he enjoys too much the sound of your voice though —how it goes a little higher when you're excited about something, how your throat vibrates when you laugh. And he's falling in love with the disgusted tic that wrinkles your nose when you don't like something, in a funny gesture.

You would die for staying together a little more, but you have obligations to attend tomorrow and your friends haven't ceased sending your texts asking you how it's going. As Ben stops his car next to your house, you sigh not knowing what to do —if just say bye, thank you, ask for his number, kiss him? Yes, you'd like to kiss him right now, but what does it say about you? Should you wait until the second date?

“Got a fight tomorrow night if you're free”. His proposition pushes you back to reality, turning at him on your seat while resting a shoulder against it. “You can invite your friends, mine will be there”.

“Your brother too?” You ask giggling, noticing the change on his grimace to somewhat underwhelmed because of your interest.

“Yeah, he will come”. Ben mumbles pressing his lips after nodding briefly.

“Ugh… Is he the kind of person who has fun saying I told you?”

Ben's gesture suddenly changes again. The shine in his blue deep eyes reappears and you provoke him a strong laugh when you furrow your nose like he literally adores.

“You've had a good night then?”

“Yes”. You don't hesitate to respond, leaning towards him to press your lips on his cheek with a loud kiss.

“See? He told you”. Ben can't help but make fun of you, earning a soft punch to his shoulder that makes him laugh one more time. “It's in the Holou gym, at seven”.

“Okay, I'll not forget it”. You reply, taking your phone and setting an alarm an hour before starting to have time to get ready. “Good night, Ben”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

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[mermaidsirennikita]

idk if you’ve finished inventing anna/are planning to but even outside of julia’s terrible accent, I really hate where they took this show. It wasn’t good to start with and then they decided to do a sympathetic immigrant girl boss backstory? I knew it was bad as soon as we got desaturated flashbacks lmao. Also tbh Julia was just all-around terrible casting for this, she’s too much of the typical hollywood rail thin girl, she doesn’t look like “peasant face” anna at all.

Dude it was such a dated show??? Including the desaturated flashbacks. It did not read as a streaming show; it kinda read as something network that Netflix acquired from another country??? Except it’s very AMERICAN network, specifically something that would air on ABC. It’s a straight Scandal-era Shondaland show, down to the presence of her mainstays.

I also find it kind of hilarious that we got like a WELL A MAN COUD’VE GOTTEN AWAY WITH THIS when like…. Honestly lol lots of women do get away with this shit, Anna just took it too far. More could’ve been examined about how like…. Anna got away with it longer (and to an extent is still getting away with it because tho she’s very much in ICE custody atm she did get a fairly sympathetic edit in a streaming show about her life) because she’s a white woman. Do we honestly think that a black man or woman could’ve played the WELL MY FINANCIAL ADVISOR SAYS ITS FINE IN AN EMAIL, IM DEF GOOD FOR IT card? In this America??? No way.

I think you could’ve gone many other places with Anna. There are a lotta girls out there who could’ve done that role better than Julia. It was badly written, but bad writing can’t make up for some of the choices she made with that performance.