#shrampy for sure

[elyxen-draws]

🦐

Ah yes, we shall remember to unshrimp ourselves from the shrimp position !

[searching-for-arcadia]

Favourite Female Characters

Tagged by @violetmessages to list my 10 favourite female characters, from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people who I want to do it too.

1. Joan Watson from Elementary Absolutely iconic.

2. San from Princess Mononoke Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still you find reasons to keep living.

3. Gwen Cooper, Suzie Costello, and Toshiko Sato from Torchwood Please don’t make me choose.

4. Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place Shrampies!

5. The Biologist/Ghost Bird from the Southern Reach Trilogy No character image because Lena is not the Biologist, though I accept that Garland’s writing and casting is a product of ignorance regarding subsequent reveals regarding the race of the characters and a failure of imagination due to our white-centric media environment rather than an intentional case of white-washing. I further accept the change because the film and novels tell two different stories, each with their own merits.

6. Elizabeth Bennett from Pride and Prejudice My comfort novel.

7. Tiana from The Princess and the Frog Fairy tales can come true / You gotta make 'em happen / It all depends on you

8. Eurydice from Hadestown Some birds sing when the sun shines bright / Our praise is not for them / But the ones who sing in the dead of night / We raise our cups to them

9. Wendy from Don’t Starve Not all deaths are the same.

10. Furiosa from Mad Max: Fury Road Out here, everything hurts. You wanna get through this? Do as I say.

Not sure who to tag who hasn’t already been tagged! If you haven’t already done this and want to, but haven’t been tagged, please consider yourself tagged! 💚

[branza]

Bonnie’s just trying to catch some shrampies!!! @frankenshane I’m sure she misses you; you’re a much better caretaker than my lazy self!

[conseille]

one shot - anna . 

anna falls to the counter laughing so suddenly that it’s like watching a storm break overhead. but instead of rain splashing about her, it’s cheer, chirpy & plippy. she’s a wonder in their little kitchen, slumped and soaring at the same time.

and what to make of a girl, cute as a peanut, swirling her hands at the counter as she teases & asks for a bed? yerin would gape longer if she had the chance, but anna’s precarious countertop-swimming makes her act quick to pluck the glass of water away. with the hazard now safely stowed by the sink, she’s able to assess the situation again. but it only takes seconds to glean the probable events of anna’s night. over the recent months passed, yerin’s sunk a bit into this routine . . . if one could find a routine in completely impromptu visits.

her friend’s schedule is an anomaly of twitch & luxury, computers today, and cartier tomorrow . . .  but either could mean a late night that lands her at their dark doorstep. store open or closed, anna would be there, red copper hair gone glinting in the lamplight when she’d dance on in.

tonight she seems extra giggly, which yerin takes to mean the event had gone well. she’s happy for her; maybe this time she was able to take pictures of all the food before the patrons descended on the buffet. but whether anna’s recaps are told with frustration or triumph, yerin always finds herself liking the stories just the same. although her nights could easily be wondrous or unlucky, there was never a sad ending; anna was sorely loved regardless of what happened. so despite her anger at a friend for eating all the caviar or her remorse when she knocks an ice sculpture, yerin knew it was a safe world of anna’s nevertheless. and living the sweetness through proxy, through story -- well, the least she can do is let anna spend the night. 

over tales of silk and “shrampies,” yerin guides anna to the bathroom, clipping up curls as she washes a rosed-red face. with effort, yerin’s soapy palm rubs at warm cheeks that keep curving with tweety laughter. once clean, anna’s quickly helped into a pair of borrowed pajamas ( pufferfish-patterned, which only stirs more giggles ). but she rolls into bed without too much fuss, a blessing to yerin’s own sleepy limbs. in the past, yerin would attempt to sleep in the living room, but her venture was always met with protest and insistence that they could BOTH fit. hardly; yet space is never the challenge, it’s praying for refuge from anna’s knees & elbows.  

yerin climbs into bed and within minutes she feels squished to pieces, happy arms immediately winding around her tight ( anna must have a lot of plushies in bed at home, she concludes, or a score of now-lumpy pillows ). but it isn’t unpleasant. before anna unwinds into a starfish -- sure to happen in twenty seconds -- yerin can appreciate the moments of embrace. it’s rare that she doesn’t sleep alone, and there’s something sweet in the way anna’s fingers curl at her clothes. and it’s nice to be needed, even for a night ( anna doesn’t even need the filling of her belly ).   

always chasing, it’s nice to be chased. even if it’s by one who’s a lamb just needing scrubbing and a bed. she wonders if anna knows she needs her too, that there’s a part of her that has been aching for the friendship she’s been missing since the move here.

she’ll tell her tomorrow, over chocolate chip pancakes. / / @rousseure

[roominthecastle]

There's two 'blink and you'll miss it' moments in which Eleanor appears to check out Michael during their shared scene in The Snowplow. My headcanon is that she remembers him, mirroring Michael's pathetic little 'she probably won't even recognize me' line because his comment to her as Bartender!Michael is literally the reason why she is in Australia to begin with; that's a huge deal to her (imo, I guess).

That’s interesting, anon. At first, I didn’t question the whole “she probably won’t even recognize me” approach bc (other than Mike Schur confirming that they truly do not have any residual memory of the afterlife) Eleanor was going from drunk to very drunk when she was chatting w/ Michael at the bar, so it’s possible his face didn’t quite register over that haze (+ it’s been a year now?) but the idea of “what we owe to each other” somehow stuck.

Still, I clocked those wandering/questioning eyes, too. She does that several times during S1&2, whenever she’s trying to figure out how to react to him, so if we take this scene at face value, then it’s just her thinking over a random oddball caterer’s unsolicited advice and silently reaching a conclusion he wants her to reach: she must speak up (*)

but (always a but)

I agree that it’s a bit weird how clearly she remembers the “what we owe to each other” line (she got it right the first time she typed it into google) but not Michael even though she was less inebriated when she first saw him than when he later fed her that line. So maybe seeing him at the party again began to stir something, she just wasn’t at all sure what to make of that familiar feeling yet (**) + she had her own crisis going that took priority over some vague déjà vu. But once that crisis got settled, she ended up in the cellar where Michael happened to be, so maybe she remembered him after all?? why else would she go down there w/ the others? I know Chidi proposed a toast but there were still bottles and caterers around upstairs, so it makes little sense for all 4 of them to go to the cellar… and I think we officially entered the overthinking zone. ;)

(*) this is also an interesting parallel to Attempt #2 where Michael pushes her to speak at the welcome party bc “she will definitely end up insulting somebody”, so he is def taking multiple risks here by approaching her of all humans to nudge her to verbalize her feelings in front of a crowd.

(**) I love how MEJ describes this scene in the recent podcast: “Michael’s knowledge of Eleanor comes into play because he finds her alone and works his way into her heart through shrampies. He has a moment with her and he’s able to connect with her.” I also love how easy it is for him to do this both here and at the bar. She turns very forthcoming about sth very personal she hasn’t even told the group yet. Michael easily maneuvres the others, too, sure, but unlike the others, Eleanor always plays it close to the vest, so for Michael to slip right past that barrier in a matter of seconds is… something. Something more than just shrimp and in the broader area of “anticipating needs” & having a connection that goes beyond conscious memories. imo

[the-hateful-shrimp]

Assumptions:

- A very good and kind shrampy

- Has absolutely never once killed a man probably

- wears mask and social distances at all times

- shramb

- People keep saying this but honestly, I'm not so sure about that myself. Still I'm always kind when I meet strangers.

- Obviously not.

- I do. Because I hate humanity in general.

- Correct.