#marissa morales

[mischas]

i think you’ve talked abt this on the blog before but the js decision that sethmer was the “light/fun” couple and ryissa was the “dark/angsty” couple genuinely aided in the destruction of the show. the balance was so much better in s1 - there’s a sweetness to ryissa that’s never replicated again (for obvious bts reasons ofc, but the writing didn’t help either) and the push and pull of sethmer feels rlly natural instead of how contrived it becomes in late s2 and with the college arc. having the comic book storyline happen alongside the trey storyline is laughable and is probably when the show starting jumping the shark when it comes to relationships. there was so much depth to sethmer that got wasted and of course josh & stephanie’s only storyline ideas for marissa were just ways to punish mischa.

It absolutely did. It's ridiculous and shoots them all in the foot early. The shifts in s2 were massively impacted by irl stuff though so bts dynamics and writing were going hand in hand. I reckon they were going hand in hand all the way back in s1 too and we just didn't totally know about that until recently. At least I didn't. Not as much, at least. The bts stuff also comes from JS' preference for Rachel and SS as his self-insert relationship that only grows as s1 progresses. It just does, and that we've known for a long time. I think there was some old late s1 press saying the writers were partial to SS and were never gonna make them unlikeable. And it's just like... ok then. First off, being likeable has nothing to do with emotional resonance and grounded storytelling. There's a reason Adam says their stuff should've been stretched for entire seasons to really make things impactful and tell a worthwhile story. And I think he says it in the nicest way possible, but he's basically saying they never made it meaningful enough. Or at least beyond s1 they didn't.

Seth's 127 departure is so impactful on 201 and that iconic scene at the end of 202 but then it's mentioned like... one more time in 214? Summer spends s2 mad at him but flirting with him in the same breath. And that's fun but like... give us something meatier. We later learn in 310 that Summer's mother abandoned her. Let's dig into that!! And how Seth leaving and coming back expecting a reunion was incredibly fucked up! But they just do not go there ever in a real way and it's too bad. Seth has done fuck all to deserve Summer's forgiveness/love in 214 but he gets it anyway. And his obsessing over her sex life is not cute!!!!

I'm sure I've written entire books worth of content about RM needing more lightness. Their s1 balance being what it is just makes me more sus of bts influence. Marissa's dealing with SA/death/violence/depression/substance abuse this whole time and they can never spread that wealth around to ensure everyone's got some good drama going on. It's essentially that Squidward window meme from s2 on, lol.

[gavfleetout]

Adrian Everhart?

[ikosburneraccount]

we’re the tlc caucasian bday szn now (thorne > jacin > cress > scarlet)

[zamyamf1028]

Someday you will find me

Beneath the landslide

In a champagne supernova in the sky

[s-c-kh]

[unhealthy-obessions]

Rewatching Alice in Wonderland (Disney animated) was like opening a can of worms cuz I didn’t realize how many references Heartless had.

• “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” 💔💔

• The fact the White Rabbit played a trumpet like he did in the book to announce someone

• “Twinkle twinkle little bat” 💔

• Mary Ann being the white rabbit’s maid like Catherine suggested Mary Ann to be after firing her 💔

I THOUGHT I HEALED BUT IM DRAGGED BACK TO TJIS PRISON

[tandonshows]

This week, You Are What You Love returns. During our season break, things have shifted in the entertainment industry. The WGA strike has continued, and SAG-AFTRA has joined them on the picket line in the fight for a fair deal with the AMPTP. In this special episode, we're joined by four WGA members, Elyse Morales, George Ghanem, Kyle Lau, and Charlotte Austin Johnson. 

We talk about how each of them became working writers and members of the WGA, their personal experiences in the industry and what they're fighting for while on strike, and the moments in media that inspired them to become writers in the first place.  Listen to the episode now below, or 

find You Are What You Love on your favorite podcast app here. 

[vryfmi]

[major book spoilers]

my favourite concept that i barely see in l&co fandom being talked about is Lucy grieving Skull. whether you see their relationship as platonic or ship skullyle, it's stupid to deny the fact that Lucy grew to care about Skull, her actions in epilogue being the heartbreaking glimpse into the new reality for her and her friends after the events of TEG:

“I don’t know why you insist on having it with us for each meal.” (Holly) “It’s that horrid charcoaled skull Lucy insists on carrying around with her.” (Holly) I’d wrapped it up and taken it home, and kept it with me ever since, just in case.

here i want to say that im not a fan of idea of Skull eventually "coming back", re-materialising. it defeats the moral of Lockwood & Co and the growth that Skull underwent. past is meant to stay the past, living can only learn from it while dead will forever exist there. no one should disturb the dead, the past, it needs to be left at rest and let it hold its memory.

Skull wanted and longed for freedom, at first defined by breaking out of silver-glass prison, but later, very clearly defined by the peace of mind. he was scared of death as much as Bickerstaff was, that's why Skull turned his back on the other side, he chose to stay here, in the world of the living. i always read his decision to save both Lucy and Lockwood as him admitting that he could never be a part of the living world (cough could never compete with what lockwood, alive boy, could give lucy cough), so he pushed the two away as he stayed in the room with Marissa, Penelope and Ezekiel.

to me, the best ending to Skull's story is him passing on his terms, not the explosion destroying his connection with the source, but contemplating what he sees himself doing after Lucy suggested him staying with L&Co. Skull declines her offer. and chooses freedom.

obviously, that's my reading and how i prefer to interpret L&Co's ending. (it's also the reason i can't accept that christmas special as canon, im sorry, i hate happiness).

but that leaves Lucy and her newfound need of keeping skull near her at all times since Fittes HQ explosion, her wishful thinking that he'd come back. and i want to see her go through painful acceptance of losing Skull. losing a someone that she never got to know closer. losing a chance to get to know him as a friend, to admitting to have found a friend in Skull, a kindred spirit. losing someone who understood her and knew her deepest fears because these two deeply traumatised teens were so alike. losing something that she chose to define herself and her worth by. Lucy would have to come to terms with how much of a support system she had in Skull. and now, she'd have to navigate without it.

Lucy makes a remark that i can't stop thinking about.

Whenever I put my fingers on it, I got no psychic charge. The bone was dry and cold.

i could go on a rampage theorising why Lucy can't feel anything despite a) her having a strong Touch b) objects that are not sources are still able to hold strong psychic echoes. but i feel like Stroud was trying to wrap up the story and didn't want to introduce a whole new storyline of Lucy picking up fragments of Skull's past. which is a shame. i would kill for such story to be told. (please hit me up if you do.)

but say she really can't pick up anything, Skull is gone and there's not a psychic trace left of him. where does Lucy find herself then? constantly checking the skull with all her senses, wishing to see a green spark dance around the (former) source, to hear a whispery insult in her ear, to feel just anything with her touch. but it's all gone. there's nothing left. no one left. everyone else is moving on, hurries Lucy to get rid of that horrid old bone, but how can she? how can she bring herself to get rid of the only thing left? the only thing left on earth to remember a nameless boy by? the boy who could've been her friend, but she failed to trust him? failed to say thank you?

with each passing day Lucy’d feel worse because she knows how she looks to her friends, to agents, to the ones saving London from violent visitors every night, putting their lives on the line. and here she sits, wishing a ghost to appear in her attic room when she's the most vulnerable at heart.

bonus points for Lucy picking up a pencil and trying to recreate the boy she saw on the other side on paper while the memory is still fresh, while she still remembers. (but also, if we view books as Lucy's memoirs, it would make Skull's bare-bone description even more sad because that would mean older Lucy forgot the details).

what im trying to incoherently say is, Lucy would grieve. and having read almost all of the books Stroud wrote, i see that he has a very intimate relationship with grief and mourning the loss of someone dear to the point where he explores different sides and intensities of it, how each of his characters goes through it, in every single book of his. (i believe, i have three more books of his to read).

p.s. i don't want to be a hypocrite so here are fics about lucy grieving skull that i love to bits:

- i'm still painting flowers for you by terryh

- echoes by menina123

- it isn’t the same (but it is enough) by bluejay_07

- don't wanna go, but it's time to leave by fourohfourerror

[crying-fantasies]

Power play

Masterlist

Featuring IDW1! Thundercracker, smut/fluff/tiny bit of angst, CW: power play, licking, masturbation (on the mech), talk of the war, handjob, implied blowjob.

“Do you want me here?”

No words, just the surge of electricity creeping over your arm, just enough to feel it tugging at your muscles, never to the point of it being harmful.

The cybertronian way to say “keep going” when words aren't enough or their processor is beyond forming decent thoughts.

“It is eye-catching, you know?”, a hard twist above his anterior node, if not for the stasis locks above him you could have been gone flying by that kick of his, “I always know where to touch, where to pinch”, your words are followed by a quick squeeze of a node inside his valve, he doesn't even moan, just outright glitches back to vosian, the bio lights over his spike flare as it trembles on your other hand, letting go of his internal node to get face to face to the base of his spike, looking how pretty the red lights cycle, “want me to make it good for you? Nice and sloppy before I put it inside?”

This time, you do obtain a “yes, please! I need it” as he knows how it turns you on, to have his approval for it, knowing how good your fingers feel in the discharge port of his spike, and knowing full well that you will stop till he says it with direct words, “I want you to-”

“Then get sizeable”, your face is pressed to one side of his spike, and he can feel the heat of your body going off in waves, sending shivers down his back strut and messing with his processor, “or do you want me to give my man a full body wash?”

You think he said yes, to what you aren't sure, but there's still a long way to go if you want to understand his vosian spilling during the throes of passion.

Back in the day, you could have laughed, more inclined to shrug it off and be uncomfortable with it than real joy-laced laughter. Some previous partners came up with the idea, or some tried to do it without even noticing at first. Somehow, it felt degrading.

Let go of it all. Maybe what had you more strangled from the practice was the fact that you didn't depend on them enough at the time. There was too much pressure upon you. What do you want to be? What do you think of this? Things moved too fast to catch on with them and their enthusiasm, soon leading to cold shoulders or rejection.

In the end, no one put up with you.

Then, this fragger chooses to betray his race for pitiful, strange, tiny organics that know nothing about what to do with the big scary aliens. Maybe you're being too harsh on him, no, you indeed were, as it was normal, you saw the attack, and you felt the pull of fear when you finally saw him.

You also noticed how his big red optics sparkled when someone talked to him nicely.

Not even nice in the sense of “Oh my let me get you all the energon you need for the rest of my life” but the “good morning” kind of nice, it gave you a glimpse of how fucked up the Decepticons were in their morale, his optics always had that glint of fascination when you said his designation followed by a simple greeting, people on base noticed too, Mainframe was the first to go the extra mile and give him a tablet big enough for him to use, Doc Sir made an energon dispenser and Marissa gave him a puppy.

Thundercracker beamed with so much happiness, answering the unasked question, if cybertronians could cry, they do, they cry, he had some kind of liquid on the verge of his optics and a little smile on his faceplate, someone said how gross it was and you were sure Marissa was the one to demote that person.

Turns out, the murder robot alien from deep space with sharp digits that could poke you open was a softie disguised, but that also explained why he sacrificed himself for a whole city, when Thundercracker talked to you of Vos, his hometown, in between broken words and glossy optics as he expressed vulnerability over the deep scar the image of the flying citadel left on him, falling in flames, collapsing anything and everything it once was, killing dozens in the fall and the collision, it made you reconsider what you believed of the Autobots, well, no, you weren't going to be like that dude, just settled on the fact, that simple fact, that yeah, they've being at war longer than Earth's age, but that didn't mean they liked it, it also didn't mean that all autobots were good, not all Decepticons are bad.

There was always the psychopath or the power-hungry idiot leading the rest, human history was full of them too.

It took you by surprise, he was so easy to chat with once he got the all-clear from you, do you want to know about what he is writing on his tablet? It wasn't the best you've heard of but it was indeed interesting to hear him rant about his own ���Nurse Whitney” fanfiction, do you want to watch him transform? It's not a problem for him, maybe he looked a bit nervous about it but still pleased your curiosity, even doing it slowly, let you understand, or attempt, where everything went, do you want to know about Vos’ old songs? He would sing them to you even when he sounded like a bird wannabe, the similarities gave you the creeps for days as he looked expectantly at you.

Point of no return? During humanity take over-on Cybertron, the attempt, TC could have left you die by the fall when the explosion took over, but he did not, he caught you, asking desperately if you were okay as your body collided with the hard metal of his servo, “I’m fine” you assured in between the pit dragging you under, “thanks”.

You already saw him as a being, a sentimental one, full of intricate phases of himself, the sexual part of him came to light when you were watching TV together, nothing better to air at midnight than porn apparently, as if no kid would catch on it.

There was a hissing sound coming from him like a hot kettle, TC had a servo over his intake, optics big with surprise or repulsion you didn't figure out before changing the channels, it was embarrassing, it wasn't your fault, but you still felt the pain of embarrassment on your face, “just so you know, people do watch that, but not everyone does”

If anything, he tried to look composed, “Yeah, frag- I mean, your sexual intercourse, it's normal, everyone does it”.

That dragged a question that was answered for another, Thundercracker didn't want to go down in detail but it was answer enough when his optics couldn't look at you for longer times.

Things got heated pretty soon, it didn't happen that very same night, not even that exact year, the universe has a way to fuck people up, just put together two consenting individuals for enough time, remove the label and limits of simple friendship and you're good to go.

You never wanted any of that to happen, not like that at least, you never wanted to lead him so wrong, that you couldn't even talk to him now without asking yourself what was going on there, he was too worried hissing like a massive predator every time someone dared to try and talk shit of his script, what else was to be done? You knew next to nothing about cybertronians in that department of knowledge, no matter how much TC tried to translate Vosian poems to you, the translation wasn't accurate in the slightest.

Things got hard when an actor called his part bullshit and it was like seeing two giant metal roosters about to pluck the eyes out of the other.

So far, you have been the only one he hasn't tried to blow to pieces, only shouting angrily, soon to be overwhelmed with sadness. No one is looking, and you take your chance, he is awake, as expected, and red optics glance back at you from the darkness, angry, exhausted, he is on his pedes as he looks over you, menacingly, Buster has curled on her bed above his berth. “Why have you come back?”, you know this, like when you first meet him, putting up a hard exterior, something seemingly unbreakable, threatening to break you instead if you nudge at him wrong.

He is mad, of course, he is, for him, this has been nothing but stressful.

But you're also mad, because he never told you directly, you could've helped him, somehow and you let him know, shouting should be the last of your resources, but it breaks if only a tiny bit his facade, he watches over Buster, ensuring she is still sleeping as you call him names from “TC” to “Thundercracker of Vos”, before scoping you up to another room, trusting Buster to defend his private work.

“Are you crazy?!”, he is whispering, it's obvious he also wants to scream at your face, his wings are up, the universal vosian way telling you to “frag off”.

Frag, as far as you could get, was equal to fuck.

“Why don't you frag me instead?”

Too hard? Too hard, a lot harder than you intended, as a year of mutual pining finally gave in and had him under you, biting on his derma desperately, trying to shut away any sound he could do, not trusting himself to stay silent even with his vocalizer off, watching the ceiling, overcome with anxiousness and looking at his array.

Bad idea, very much a bad idea, the sensation took him over, you were expecting him to do so, waiting for his optics to center on you before dragging your whole hand over the nod on the head of his spike, it was mute, but his helm was fast to return to its previous position, both servos over his optics, “what?” you asked, gripping at it, his back arched with a silent scream, “really? No sound? How I'm supposed to know if you like it?”

TC was limp on the floor, wings trembling, plating chattering, his servos still over his faceplate, you didn't like it, “Hey”, took a moment but he peaked at you from between his digits, he looked so tense, taking two steps away from his spike you decided to let him go, “sorry, I don't know what came over me, this is…” you couldn't find the words, feeling embarrassed, you went too far, fear was soon creeping on your head, how were you to see him in the eyes from now on? “This is my fault, I'm so sorry-”

“Don't-”

It was broken, it was hard to hear, it was low, so low you believed it was your imagination, but Thundercracker was looking at you again, intake open, out of breath even when he didn't need it, “please”, his optics were shining in between pauses, like a heartbeat, a pulse, “please never stop”.

There was no necessity to feign any longer.

And it was such a relief on his part, finally telling you what he wanted for a long time, finally admitting to it.

“Keep going” he pleaded, his spike hard to the touch, your fingers traced around the whole length of it and he almost overloaded with that alone, “I don't want to think-”

“I get it”, something awoke that day, finally understanding the fire when he looked so ready to be pleased, “I'll take care of it, make you forget all about that”

.

IDW1 Thundercracker makes things to me, there's nothing better than a man (alien?) with a puppy, you know he'll treat you right.

@tf-kinktober2024

[axylotls]

⌕ s͟e͟a͟r͟c͟h͟i͟n͟g axyl's pg . .

zᶻ ( ABOUT ME ) ⨟ ♡

hi guys!!! my name is axyl / rivera — i don't mind whichever, but as you can tell my account is branded after axyl. i go by many nicknames such as river, vera, riv, ax, but i'll ask you to refrain from calling me any pet names ( babe, honey, love, etc.) as they make me uncomfortable! my pronouns are they / she / he btw if you choose to just use one please use they

i am nineteen years old, turning twenty this year on july 4 ('05 liner!!) and i'm from canada! canadian shifters please moot me especially if you're from ontario . . i'll let you know that i'm neurodivergent (undiagnosed but i'm like 99% sure i'm autistic so i simply say that most of the time) so i might react in ways that aren't conventional. also, i have extreme anxiety, so please understand if i'm a little intimidated by certain interactions

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k-pop stan at heart forever and always!!! currently obsessed with zerobaseone and boynextdoor<3 my other ults are stray kids, enhypen, aespa, and njz. although i stan more boy groups, i listen to girl groups the most overall. other musical artists i enjoy are taylor swift, gracie abrams, sza, doechii, sabrina carpenter, and . . many more that i'm forgetting off of the top of my head but!!!!

my favourite tv show and comfort series is criminal minds (i haven't finished it yet ㅠㅠ) and my favourite movie is little women ♡ i'm also a huge fan of k-dramas and have just recently started delving more into j-dramas so i'm always open for recommendations if you have any :]

rapid fire of my other favourite things: the colour yellow. cheesecake. cinnamon buns. hello kitty. my frog plush. vie & rei. books. heartless by marissa meyer. reading. books. have i mentioned i love books. spending money i don't have on books. writing. pink and green. brownies. baking. finding new recipes. my sister. shifting. astrology. witchcraft.

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basic dni criteria including bigots, homophobes, transphobes, misogynists, etc. anti shifters. race changers (srry not srry) - follow up: people who judge people for shifting with their cr morals - anyone who wants to come into my inbox simply for hating on me, my friends, or anything in general

i do not tolerate any sort of hate on my page so please take your leave before you even try, otherwise you will be blocked and possibly put on blast!

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[trans-queen-administrator]

Sundancer is such a heartbreaking character. She's a genuinely nice person working to improve her life and escape her controlling mother and then she's plunged into hell with her friends and is forced to watch as her best friend is changed into a crude mockery of her former self. And then she's finally got a way out, the terrifying bug girl and her team secured her a way home, and her realization when given the opportunity to go home fucking wrecks me honestly.

She's just so fundamentally changed by her time on Bet, and she knows this. She'll never be the Marissa she was again because now she has blood on her hands, and before she goes home she needs to kill one last person. So she burns her best friend, her lifeline, maybe even her crush, even as Echidna begs and screams and promises wrath upon the world and calls her by the nickname Noelle always did. She takes a life on purpose this time, because even leaving Earth Bet demands she falls a bit more and compromises her morals one final time.

This is the part of the scene that really fucks with me though. She's fucking tearing into her costume, removing every part of the cape persona she hates so much and throwing it to the ground to melt, because she so desperately wants to detach herself from Earth Bet and cape society and her powers that aren't good for anything except destruction and hurting others. But it's not enough. She can remove every single part of her costume, try to pretend her time on Bet never happened, never use her power again, but she'll never actually be able to escape. This passage brings attention to the subtler part of her power, the self-protection that makes everything in about a 6 foot radius around herself a normal temperature (probably room temperature). The pavement cools and hardens in her wake, because even if she's not using her power she's stuck with it and it'll always have that normal temperature field active. Every single time she tries to take a bath and the water cools to be lukewarm instantly, or she goes out in the winter time and someone asks why it's warm around her, or her ice cream melts, or her meal is the same temperature as everything she'll eat for the rest of her life, she'll be reminded of her powers and what she did. The cold will never bite at her skin, she'll never feel the warmth of someone else's touch, she'll just find so many little things in her life from then on refusing to let her pretend she's normal and fine and that she didn't kill her best friend and that she's over Earth Bet. Her powers will never go away, and they'll never let her forget that even if she vows to never use her sun. I love Mars, she's forced to do horrible things for reasons entirely out of her control, and she'll never escape that. Whether she wants to be or not, she's a cape now and forever.

[prioneris]

i like Gangle

It took me some time to come to terms with it, but it's safe to say that Gangle is absolutely my favorite character in anything ever.

You may know about The Amazing Digital Circus, with its glorious animation, great writing, and bright designs overall. It's got a host of colorful characters in its dark comedy that often delves into psychological thriller territory, but this ruby woobie cutie patootie immediately caught my eye.

She is precious, is only happy for at most a minute on screen before having that side of her literally shatter and I want to do everything I can to allow her to feel her feelings without letting them take over her completely and protect her and tell Jax to fuck right off mister and remind her that she's cared for

Something I find challenging to do for myself.

Gangle is sweet--she barely spoke up in the pilot but showed genuine concern for Zooble even when the rest of the cast was occupied with something else. She has morals and cares about her friends old and new, not wanting to ram the truck at first and was only moved by blackmail, and she alerted the group to Mildenhall Manor's first potential threat--

She likes to express herself quietly through art, she is like me ten years ago and has a body pillow--yes it's canon, look it up--and when the tears on her mask fall it's like she is BEGGING to be hugged and told it's going to be okay--

And don't get me started on the VOICE. I've heard her voice in multiple languages and the actresses did a phenomenal job. Each one made my heart melt, but the English version, played by Marissa Lenti, and the French version, played by Mathilde Carmes, essentially turned me into a floor puddle.

I want to clarify something, I may be down bad for the mask and ribbons but I don't want her to like, coil around me and immobilize me, and a kiss would be like, what, cold porcelain? No thank you.

What I do want, though, is to be her friend.

I'd want her to gently tie my hands together so I would stop fidgeting and stop pulling on my hair like I do when I'm really flustered, and maybe even let me hold her ribbons and stroke them between my fingers instead of wrecking my own hair and body and being self-destructive and reminding her not to do that either and her to hold my hair out of the way and caress it so I would be distracted from fidgeting in the first place. I want to practice drawing with her, I want her to tell me all about the anime she likes, I want to swim in the Digital Lake with her...do ribbons float?

I just want to make her smile when the time is right

ANd ever since I found out that she was getting an episode that spotlights her i have not had a decent night's sleep

i might need help

[slitheringghost]

How would you imagine Marissa Cooper fitting into the HP universe. What house would she be in? Who would her friends be? Who would you pair her with?

EXCELLENT ASK, thank you!

I think she’d be a Hufflepuff. Either that or Gryffindor, but probably Hufflepuff. It’s hard to say because I don’t 100% get Hufflepuff as a house, but I think Marissa has this really strong sense of fairness and always extending a helping hand to everyone that’s more… relaxed (?) and forgiving than Gryffindors’ staunch moral code.

As for who I ship her with, sorry to be predictable, but SIRIUS!!!! Beautiful intelligent punk rock angry traumatized rich girl with alcoholism and terrible parents and difficult relationship with her mom in particular, and who was eventually forced out of her rich girl bubble and took it in stride (public school in s3, living in the trailer, etc).... hello girl!Sirius Black????? Also BISEXUAL. I also HC Sirius as a CSA survivor and there’s Marissa's sexual assault arc in s3, so they have that in common too.

In canon she’s a “popular girl” who is social chair and everything, I feel like she’d be prefect who is genuinely good with younger students, and have a solid group of girl friends, and would be part of a lot of clubs. She'd be a Charms prodigy, and I like the idea of her being really into Care of Magical Creatures too because of her mentioning riding her sister's pony and winning blue ribbons, another thing she could have in common with Sirius.

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

WIP Wednesday Thursday Friday

Thank you for the tags @whocaresstillthelouvre (lol I just tagged myself, that's where my brain is today.) ANYWAYS, thank you for the tags @magpiepills and @sawymredfox

I have a loose idea for 2000's house party shenanigans and meeting Frankie Morales (shout out to the camp Discord) before the cops break up the party. I'm going to take A LOT of inspo from the shenanigans @ohheypedrito and I shared from our early/late teens. Like a ton of indie kids hanging out listening to good music, getting high and getting drunk. HOW DID WE SURVIVE MARISSA?!

Three drinks in. Your limbs hang looser, your smile beams wider. You feel good. It’s been a long week, work has been awful, your roommates are somehow even more annoying, not to mention the damn parking ticket you got yesterday.... you need this night.   You can’t keep your eyes off of the tan skinned, espresso eyed man across the table, he’s here with some guys you’ve never met… all friendly, all attractive, all talkative, besides him. He nurses a red Solo cup most of the night, occasionally taking a hit of the joint he passes around with his friend, also brown eyed and cute.  “Hey!” you shout over the music, your bravery strengthened by the alcohol buzzing inside you, “can I have a hit?” His eyes meet yours when he reaches the joint out to you, your breath hitches when you notice how thick his fingers are wrapped around the cigarette.

I'm also working on my entry for @burntheedges' trope challenge. The biggest, gushiest thank you to @maggiemayhemnj for giving me this cabin idea for Joel and reader.

“Nervous flyer?” you ask. “You could say that,” he grumbles. “Never liked giving up control of my life to someone I don’t know.” “I understand that, but this happens to millions of people a day, you only hear about the bad.” “I get that,” he chuckles, quickly stopping as the plane begins to roll on the tarmac. “Still don’t have to like it.”  “Well, I fly all the time, I’m sure everything will go smoothly.”  “Here’s hoping,” he sighs, sinking deeper into the seat. 

THEN THIRD. I'm also working on the follow up to Golden Girl.

You don’t know if it was the exhaustion of your marriage ending or Dieter’s body against yours, but you haven’t slept that well in years. You gently back away and watch him rest. Fluffy, tousled hair spreads across the pillow, his parted plush lips gently percolate out snores, the lines across his face are much gentler and relaxed in his slumber. The sunlight peeking through the curtain lights a strip across his face that turns his skin golden and dark hair almost hazel. You usually don’t allow yourself to look at him, constantly fighting the pull you’ve always had towards him. That night in the dive bar, kissing his whiskey soaked lips, the deep rumble of laughter left against your lips when you pulled away. You could have had him, and yet you were too enamored by his handsome blue eyed friend who said all the things you wanted to hear a man tell you. Warren was always good at saying everything you wanted to hear, even when half of the time he was lying. You feel so idiotic.

As for tags, I'm *SO* late but I'm still going to tag, if you've posted, please tag me so I can swoon over your writing.

@mothandpidgeon, @justagalwhowrites, @yopossum, @luxurychristmaspudding, @schnarfer

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Some Notes on Arcs 18-20

(Long post! Here there be ramblings! Sorry)

- I forgot this was an arc 18 moment till I checked — Taylor feeling seduced (her words) by Dinah’s power, longing to hold on to her despite her mission being to free her… goosebumps. I love how the villains she hates rub off on her, worm (ha) into her.

- And then describing the act of returning her to her home as throwing away a resource… something that felt dumb to do… being proven right, in a sense, in arc 20, when it comes back to bite her… I’m reminded of some dialogue from animorphs that I’ll have to paraphrase, something about how what matters isn’t what’s right or wrong, it’s what’s expedient. Taylor isn’t all the way there yet, but feels like a matter of time.

- More on Taylor and morality: it’s fascinating to see her go through the same rough trajectory for every major battle — she starts from her baseline, being disturbed at the notion of seriously hurting or killing anyone, slowly numbs that sentiment with plenty of half-hearted strands of reasoning, eventually escalates to the point of cold-blooded violence or the enablement of such… and feels nothing. “Dissociation as an integral aspect of being” moment!

- I love Jessica Yamada. Not enough to read Ward, I have my limits. Getting a better perspective on the “all Amy’s horses and all Amy’s men couldn’t put Victoria back together again” situation was a treat. I love the horror elements in Worm. I love the horror of having the face of your trauma etched into the folds of your brain.

- Met Sveta! People on tumblr namedrop her a lot, to the point where I wondered if she’d been introduced before and I forgot. She’s a darling.

- Lily’s meltdown about Skitter… you can’t even look straight at her without feeling your skin crawl ❤️ but she sounds idealistic and naive even with cockroaches and bees crawling over her face ❤️ she starts making sense ❤️

- [Trickster voice] my beautiful gamer princess with a disorder… talk to me…

- This quote here:

“I mentioned it in passing to Miss Militia,” I said, “Better that you tell the truth and say we pushed hard for it. Blame me.”

“No,” Regent said, “Blame me.”

I shot him a look, and he shrugged. “Just wanted to get in on the fun,” he said.

says so much about Alec, lmao. It flagged in my brain because it’s the second time I’ve consciously noted it: his jokes about wanting to be included speak volumes. The truth he does not dare to know, etc etc

- Taylor “we cannot rule out human sacrifice” Hebert

- Marissa: She’s my friend. / Taylor: Was. It’s a big difference. Fast forward: Emma interlude, crossing paths at Arcadia. I love storytelling.

- Speaking of the Emma interlude: reading about Taylor’s bullying always makes me feel queasy; this was bone nausea on a deep level. What happened to Taylor is like if your worst fears about other people came true. You know, the nagging worry that you’re a burden, that a late text means I don’t want to be your friend. The worry that any reasonable person will tell you to ignore. How the fuck do you come back from living that nightmare?

Reminds me of Amy, how what happened to her is like if your worst fears about yourself came true.

- Everyone always talks about Taylor’s repressed rage but holy shit her repressed rage. What a character. What a character. I love her fantasies of violence. I love how much she basks in that meager catharsis.

- There’s something beautiful about how effortless the supervillain persona is for Taylor. (Every you is the real you, you are the mask and the wearer, etc.) Her standoff against Dragon and Defiant might be one of my favorite scenes yet. The perfectly affected nonchalance, the hanging threats toward hostages (becoming a theme), the mile-a-minute plotting, the grandiose gestures, the leveraging of fear… she’s a wonder and a terror.

- When she smiles and Clockbocker says “Fuck me, it just sunk in. It’s really her.” :-)))

- “and so that Defiant could make something resembling an apology as part of his twelve step assholes anonymous process” I fucking love you Taylor I love you forever

[zalrb]

PLL 3x08 Review - As Per Anon Request

When you're being delusional about that girl you're totally just friends with and your other friends look at you like

Aria, are you a tacky businesswoman?

I like how Hanna and Caleb broke up and I completely forgot because boyfriends and girlfriends are so insignificant on this show.

Why do the men on this show stand weird.

"Air. Water. Fire. Maya liked all of the elements." You forgot Earth.

"Your friend Jenna stood me up." Harper, she has told you fifty-eleven times that that girl is not her friend.

How long did she and Maya date exactly? Like I know she's a teenager but she's talking like they did everything together and I saw her like five times.

Aria,

are you surprised that an age-appropriate woman is in Ezra's apartment?

"I'm so glad to meet the mysterious girl with the lyrical name." Emphasis on girl part, Mrs. Fitzgerald. Your son is a predator.

"I told her we didn't start seeing each other until after I left Rosewood" she would still be sixteen, writers. Jesus Christ, Archer has more morals.

Spencer, just go to Caleb. You went to him behind Hanna's back once before.

I was wondering what Hanna's outfit reminded me of

Why does Toby hate Hair so much exactly.

"Before you talk to him you're going to listen to me" and snatches the phone out of her hand. This show is so bad at showing boys expressing concern and worry for their girlfriends. Even Ryan was soft af with Marissa.

and I get that the point is that A is supposed to screwing with their lives so it's causing rifts in their relationships so Toby and Caleb should be desperate and scared and confused and begging Spencer and Hanna to just tell them why and THEN they can be frustrated but instead they just yell at them right out the gate.

do i spot an undercover mouse man?

"Mona is surprisingly popular." How is Mona catching strays in a conversation about her?

Also, Hanna, the idea that she's smuggling her meds out to someone bears following up.

"My expert opinion won't mean much" well because YOU'RE NOT IN PSYCHOLOGY? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF DOCTOR ARE YOU, WREN MOUSEMAN.

I like how this season introduced this coffee shop and now everyone in town suddenly goes to this coffee shop. Because why the fuck is Caleb here.

Hanna, why go up to him if you're not going to talk because that's not teen awkwardness, teen awkwardness is going up to him not knowing what to say so you say a brutal HI! and then he looks at you like you're deranged. Caroline and Matt did this so much better. Her moment with Matt when she has to pretend to go to the bathroom is such a high school moment.

This is the best his hair has ever looked and it's because he's a bootleg Prince Caspian

Those demon eyes really jump out tho.

Yeahhh Spencer and Caleb are funny because they get a look in the eye when they interact

I'm not saying I agree with it but I get why they eventually went there.

"What should I wear? I have to look insanely sophisticated for this." You. Are. A. Child.

Like it looks like Caleb's checking her out when she's explaining about the password and it's not supposed to

"I want something classy but not frumpy." LMAO but she's NOT WRONG SPENCER.

Oh wow, I already used 30 images so no more images of Emilyisms or Ezraisms but trust me, they exist.

Paige nearly drowns Emily and then kisses her when she thinks she's out of her mind drunk, alright.

He never smiles at Hanna like this, this is a mess

Put you in Chanel I'ma teach you how to stunt - Spencer to Caleb probably.

I like how these adults just offer up info to these teenagers.

Aria wanted to look insanely sophisticated and she looks like a flower girl.

"I always thought you didn't talk about your family because--" oh my god, I don't care.

"I'm not going to stand by and let you ruin him" I mean he ruined himself by sleeping with a minor. You can't do the rich guy from a world that doesn't accept his girlfriend thing if the rich guy is a predator.

Hanna saying her and Mona are like the same person, haha, yes.

Paige and Emily, I don't CARE.

I can't do the "did I ruin Ezra's life" conversation. This is horrible irresponsible writing.

So no one was going to warn me that Hanna kisses Wren. Dear God.

Why is he looking at her like she just gave him the secrets to the universe? FIND WOMEN YOUR OWN AGE GODDAMMIT.

Lmao recording Emily like she's the dead wife in a revenge movie.

It's funny how Hanna looks more sophisticated than Aria.