#you're permanently on my shit list Netflix

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Netflix robbed us of seeing Cameron and Ruby act out the aching, mortifying scene of Lucy's reunion with Lockwood at her Studio Apartment of Depression and I'll never forgive them for it.

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In a more just world this could have been the last lingering shot of the final episode.

Remember this doodle by Jonathan Stroud?

Yeah, he confirmed that this is Lockwood with his arms around Lucy which afterwards became the back garden scene in TEG

(Liv's screenshot)

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 02

**Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 3042

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Things were not just fine. Well, they had been at first, after your initial breakdown. It had turned out that you had just been in shock the first day - after half a bottle of wine you had been sobbing in Mina's arms as she performed the best friend duty of telling you your ex was an asshole, a total moron, you were a goddess and he didn't deserve to even smell the shit that came out of your ass, etc. But it seemed like that one good cry session had cleared your head, and you found yourself not missing your ex at all. The first couple days with Mina had actually been fun, like an extended slumber party where you both fell asleep watching Netflix and giggling.

Unfortunately, it had now been two weeks, and absolutely no one was looking for new roommates or subleasers. While Mina was being a complete gem about the situation, her studio was cozy at best for one person, and you felt terrible taking up her space for so long. Not to mention her couch was less than luxurious, and you felt like you were well on your way to developing a permanent hunchback.

Comfort aside, it was likely that in another couple weeks you and your best friend were liable to be in the news for a murder, probably murder-suicide if the remorse hit before police showed up. You knew you were getting desperate when you actually began to consider answering the creepy Craiglist ads that listed "female roommate only" for "strictly nonsexual reasons."

You relayed your woes to Jackson the next time he called to check in on you, and he was silent for several long moments.

"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly, tone pained. You perked up from where you had been sinking into the couch between its two lopsided cushions.

"What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused, both excited and annoyed.

"Well, I'm not sure if they'd want to rent it out…" he hedged, still sounding reluctant.

"Dude what the hell, you haven't even asked?" You said indignantly, shocked that he would hold out on you like this.

"You'd be living with a bunch of dudes."

Ah, there it was. Big brother Jackson coming out.

"You know I don't care about that. I've lived with guys before." Well, one guy. And he had never used the kitchen or left his room. Best roommate you'd ever had.

"Not seven," came the sullen mutter on the other line.

"Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something."

"Well, yeah, but…"

"But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration. You wanted to strangle him.

"They're all… hot."

There was silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips.

"You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"

"Never say that again," came the revolted reply, making you laugh even harder.

"What, can't stomach the idea of a houseful of your buddies railing your little sister?" you taunted, unable to resist needling your brother despite the fact that he currently held your salvation in his hands.

"Oh my god please stop, I'm going to throw up."

"I'll stop if you ask them. Look, I'll even promise to you right now. This vagina is off limits to anyone I live with. Girl scout's honor."

"One, fucking gross, please stop using those words. Two, you were a brownie for one week. Three, you're actually serious, aren't you?"

"Deadly. Please. Share the whole sob story if you think it'll guilt them into saying yes. I'm desperate. If this goes on much longer you're going to have to start calling me Quasimodo."

"Ugh, FINE!"

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Namjoon tried not to sigh as Jin rushed around the house, fluffing pillows and cleaning nonexistent dust off the shelves.

"Hyung, if she's gonna live here, she's gonna see the house in its normal state," Namjoon complained from the couch, where he had been ordered to sit and not touch anything.

"I guess you have a point," the oldest member of the house sighed, eyeing the younger members who were currently lounging on their phones and clearly not worried about the state of the house.

"Plus she might be a total bitch," added Jungkook from where he was playing some phone game. "That's why she's coming over here anyway, right? To see if it would even be a good fit?"

Namjoon frowned at the comment, though he said nothing. Considering how much Jackson clearly adored his sister, he doubted you could be that bad. But as much as he wanted to help his friend out, he couldn't just agree to let some stranger move in without letting his roommates weigh in on the decision. It was especially complicated since you were a girl, they were a bunch of dudes (some thirstier than others), and Jackson's parting words had made Namjoon's butthole clench.

"We definitely still have that spare room, but I'll have to talk to the other guys about it first. We'd probably want to meet her before deciding anything."

"That's fair. I'll send you her phone number so you can coordinate."

"Alright, I'll shoot her a text after this."

"I really appreciate it." A pause, then in a quieter, eerily cold tone, "also, if anyone hurts her, I will cut off their balls and shove them down their throat."

"Uh -"

"Anyway, thanks buddy! I'll call you again some time soon so we can catch up!"

Yeah, he had never heard Jackson use that icy tone of voice before and he sincerely hoped never to experience it again. It was fine, men and women were perfectly capable of healthy, platonic friendships. You probably wouldn't even be that cute, anyway.

A knock on the door cut off all conversation in the room, and Namjoon hurried to the door, narrowly avoiding knocking over the coat rack in the entryway. He opened the door to greet you, and okay, you were pretty cute.

"Um, hi," you said a bit awkwardly, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "I'm [y/n]."

Realizing he was just standing in the door like a big stupid gorilla, he quickly put a smile on his face and welcomed you in.

"It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Namjoon."

Your eyes sparkled in recognition and your lips broke into a bright smile. Oh no, you were really cute.

"Oh! It's nice to officially meet you too. Thanks so much for even considering this, I know it's a weird time of year and you don't really need another renter."

"It's the least I can do, Jackson is a good friend," he assured as he led you to the living room where the rest of the boys were gathered.

"[Y/n]?" Taehyung was gaping slightly.

"[Y/n]?" That was Jungkook, whose head had whipped up immediately when he heard your name.

"Taehyung? Jungkook? I didn't know you lived here!" You looked just as surprised as everyone else at this turn of events, and Namjoon wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. If you were a prior hook-up or something, then everything was going to shit already.

"I mentioned her name when I told you about this," he said, exasperated, and the younger boys looked away guiltily. They had probably tuned out after they had gotten the gist of the situation.

"So how do you guys know each other?" He asked in trepidation, praying that the answer would be something that allowed everyone's genitalia to remain intact.

"[Y/n]'s my best customer!" Taehyung volunteered immediately, and before anyone else could say anything, Jungkook cut in.

"[Y/n]'s also the best tutor!" He declared, and Namjoon heaved an internal sigh of relief. His balls were safe. And it seemed that you already had the approval of two of the members, at least.

"Thanks guys," you said with a chuckle. "Though I think 'best customer' is a nice way of saying I spend an irresponsible amount of money on coffee."

The others in the room laughed at your quip, and it seemed you and Namjoon remembered them at the same time.

"Um, yeah, so… I'm [y/n]."

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You weren't exactly sure what to expect when first planning the meeting with Namjoon. He himself seemed kind and respectful, though it was hard to get any legitimate read on him through the minimal text messages you had exchanged. Still, Jackson spoke highly of him, and his approval carried a lot of weight.

The house itself was a lot larger and nicer than you expected, though you supposed it made sense if seven (hopefully soon to be eight) people lived there comfortably. It was cleaner than you had pictured for a group of college guys, too. At least the living room was.

The biggest surprise, though, was the members. Sure, you had your brother's reluctant admission that they were all "hot," but that was not an adequate word to describe the men before you. Beautiful was closer to the truth. You had thought Taehyung and Jungkook, the cute underclassman you tutored in math, were anomalies, but there were five more stupidly gorgeous guys on campus? Were they all drawn to live together by some weird universal law like "thou shalt only reside with other 10s"?

Chill the fuck out, you mentally berated yourself. You literally just got out of a relationship, and these guys might be your ROOMMATES.

They all seemed nice, which was a relief. After realizing you had been standing awkwardly while the rest of them were seated, Namjoon had ushered you to an armchair that was already more comfortable than Mina's old couch. Then, the boys you didn't know proceeded to introduce themselves.

"I'm Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!" Said the boy furthest to your right. He beamed at you with a dazzlingly bright smile, and it was impossible for you not to smile back.

"I'm Jimin!" Chirped the next one. When he grinned, his cheeks squished his eyes into tiny crescents that made your insides go gooey.

"I'm Jin," the next boy (man, really) said with a charming smile. You kept your eyes on his face, which unfortunately was just as distractingly perfect as his broad shoulders.

"Yoongi." The last one didn't smile, but he nodded politely, and his quiet voice sent an agreeable shiver down your spine. What was up with this house? Was there something in the water?

"It's nice to meet you all. I guess we've all established who I am at this point," you joked to hide your sudden nerves. This felt weirdly like a job interview, which would have been bad enough, but being the object of focus of seven ethereally gorgeous faces spiked your anxiety even higher. So of course, you said something stupid.

"I promise I won't murder you guys and wear your skin." Fuck. Fix this. "I mean, not that you guys don't have great skin! You definitely wouldn't need the hose. Fuck. I'm sorry. I swear I'm not insane."

You finally decided that you were only making things worse for yourself and shut the hell up, face bright red as you waited for them to tell you to get the hell out of their house. Instead, wheezing came from your left, and you panicked further. Had you managed to freak one of them out into a full blown panic attack? You forced yourself to look at the source of the noise.

Yoongi of all people had collapsed onto the floor, and you realized that he was laughing. You stared, dumbstruck, as a wide, gummy smile transformed his demeanor from intimidatingly stoic to fucking adorable. As if he had opened the floodgates, the rest of the guys started cracking up as well and you hid your face in your hands.

"I'm sorry, [y/n], but that was amazing," gasped Taehyung between giggles. Jimin had straight up fallen off the couch and was doubled over on the floor. You sighed, pouting a little. At least laughing was better than them actually thinking you were a psycopathic murderer.

"You don't have to be so nervous," Namjoon said soothingly when they managed to calm down. "We're not trying to find anything wrong with you. Just make sure you're a good fit."

"And that you won't kill us in our sleep," Jimin had to add, and promptly slipped back onto the floor amid gales of laughter, setting everyone off again. At this point you couldn't help but join in, their good humor was infectious.

"But really though, you know Kookie and I are already totally fine with you living here," Taehyung assured you with those warm eyes. Jungkook smiled that adorable, doe-eyed smile at you, and you felt yourself relaxing.

"Alright alright, well I clean up after myself, especially in common areas, and I do my dishes after I'm done."

"Sold," said Jin immediately, glaring at Jungkook and Jimin, who looked away innocently.

"I guess I'm also pretty quiet if I'm by myself? Even if I'm in my room I kind of prefer listening to music with headphones, and I don't use voice chat when I game, so you won't hear me yelling or anything."

"Can we just replace Kookie with [y/n]?" Drawled Yoongi, and you smiled a bit at Jungkook's pout. You assumed this implied you had the quiet one's approval, at least. Jimin and Hobi were also quick to say they had no objections to you, and you gladly accepted their offer to tour the house.

"Oh my god yes, please let me live here," you blurted as soon as they showed you the kitchen. It boasted a nice convection oven with gas ranges (Mina's studio had electric stove tops, which you despised with a passion), and plenty of counter space. But what really sold you was the large island with a beautiful, sexy marble top.

"Do you cook?" Jin asked in approving tones, and you shrugged.

"I'm not like a master chef or anything, but I can handle myself. It's not like it's hard to follow recipes, either."

"You'd be surprised," Jimin snickered, looking directly at Namjoon, who was blushing.

"I'm banned from touching anything here…" he mumbled bashfully, and you cooed internally at how cute he was.

"Hey, different strokes, right?" You reassured him, and he blindsided you with the appearance of some seriously lethal dimples. You really hoped you got desensitized quickly to the frankly ridiculous level of beauty present in this household.

The rest of the house was just as nice, and when they showed you the so-called spare room, you gasped. "Dude, this is bigger than Mina's studio."

The boys laughed at your enthusiasm, and Hobi stepped forward.

"This room is connected to mine through a bathroom - are you okay with that?"

"Of course! I don't want to put you out if you're used to having your own bathroom though…"

"Nah I don't mind! Besides, Jimin and Tae make due somehow and Jimin spends more time on his hair than the rest of us put together."

"Hyung!" Jimin whined cutely and you laughed again. You seemed to be doing that a lot around these boys.

"Well it pays off, maybe you can give me some pointers," you joked, and Jimin's face went from a pout to a mischievous grin as he winked at you. You outwardly didn't react, but inside you were dying. How did he go from adorable to flirty and hot so quickly? Who was your ex again?

The tour ended back downstairs, in the dining room this time, and everyone took a seat around the large table.

"What are your thoughts so far?" Asked Namjoon when everyone was settled.

"Honestly, I feel like this is too good to be true," you admitted. "Just how crazy would the rent be?"

He named a number and your jaw dropped.

"Namjoon, buddy, I think you forgot a zero," you stammered. There was no way a room in a house this nice could be that cheap, even if the rent was being split eight different ways.

"Uh, actually," Jin cut in, ears a little pink. "My family owns this house, so they cut us a deal."

You stared at Jin, mouth opening and closing like a fish. So he was handsome, sweet, and loaded. Was someone else in this house a secret prince or something? You half expected this to be some weird hidden camera prank.

"Okay, now this definitely seems too good to be true," you finally managed. And it did. On paper, it was completely ludicrous that you would be offered the opportunity to live in a dope-ass house, with the seven most beautiful human beings you had ever met, who were also really fucking nice, and you only had to share a bathroom with one person, and it was cheaper than the rent you were currently paying for your shitty student apartment. But looking around the table, you felt no unease stirring in your gut. And Jackson of all people had vouched for them. You knew you'd eventually get used to their looks and be able to see them objectively as friends. So you narrowed your eyes at the boys and said,

"Wait, this is a ploy to murder me for my skin suit, isn't it?"

The table dissolved into laughs again, and you relaxed further.

"Skin suit? Are you a lizard person?" Hobi joked, and you grinned and winked at him.

"Did you not know? Reptilians make the best roommates." Your wit was rewarded by another blast of that sunshine smile.

"[Y/n], what do you call it when a lizard can't shed?" Jin suddenly asked, and you cocked your head, confused.

"A reptile dysfunction!" Jin immediately began laughing and slapping the table at his own joke, and you couldn't help but join him amid the groans of his housemates. Yeah, you had a good feeling about these guys.

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opinion on the upcoming live action Voltron? i really wish i was joking but this is a serious question and not some darker timeline shit

lol I know, I know. It's all good. When I first heard the rumors I figured it would just be some talk and eventually blow over when studios realized its wasn't really processable. But now it looks like there's some actual SERIOUS bidding going on and an actually script, so who knows? I understand that there's a HUGE drive for nostalgia bait in Hollywood these days, both for: lack of originality, nerd culture suddenly being profitable (or at least Hollywood realizing it is), a freak ton MULTITUDE of streaming services all popping up and wanting to get something people are going to pay them money to watch and simply the generation that grew up with OG Voltron being financially fluid (or more so) . But after the way VLD crashed and burned so spectacularly you'd think they'd give Voltron a longer cool off period. Here's the thing though -

MOST Voltron remakes are BAD. Like if you're lucky just short and bad and if not, they're 'long and muddled and lost their plot' bad. Even the original Voltron was - it was really good for its time but a lot of especially the Lion Voltron doesn't hold up as good. Vehicle Voltron would make a GREAT Netflix series but no one remembers Vehicle Voltron so everyone always just grabs for the more popular lions. Point is - Third Dimension - horrible animation, terrible story. Voltron Force - look, personal opinion only but I couldn't even make it through the first episode and the memory of it is what actively turned me off from giving VLD a crack when its first season aired. VLD itself? Great start up, long ugly spiral downward as the seasons went on until the trashfire pit that was the last few seasons of utter nonsense. I'm going to be wild right now and just say it but -

Voltron has a habit of turning out BAD remakes.

And yet - its still getting remade. Voltron seems to be one of those weird amphibious cars that never really works but people keep talking about how cool a concept it is despite that. Don't get me wrong - I adore Voltron. I grew up on the original and even after years forgetting about it, I still perk up when I hear the word. I LOVED VLD until I utterly hated it and - that's kind of the thing. How many of us hated how VLD ended and yet we're still here, years later, sharing fan art and fic and talking about the show and getting emotional about talk of a remake? Granted, a lot of it is fueled by spite but that doesn't really matter. There's still VLD chatter even after the crash and burn of it YEARS after the fact. I rarely see GoT chatter, its like most people want to pretend it never happened but here we are - worrying about a Voltron remake despite VLDs last seasons.

Somehow, Voltron is one of those rare cases where a BAD version (multiple BAD versions in fact) doesn't seem to put off the sell-ability of the brand name. And as long as Voltron gets buzz and seems to hold a very permanent place in people's nostalgia, Hollywood is going to keep milking it. Honestly, I can't even complain. Whatever movie version comes out it won't be the VLD version. Whatever script they come out with (and we've seen some doozies kicked around over the years) its probably going to be a brand new take on the Voltron concept with some cribbed notes from previous ones. YET ANOTHER remake in a long list of remakes.

If Voltron's track record holds, I'm going to assume its going to be bad and I probably won't make any other judgement call until we're far enough down that well-tread road to have some trailers. I have what I liked from VLD to keep me occupied and I don't think whatever new version that comes up will be a VLD rehash. I think its going to be a 'new idea on an old story' so it should be removed enough from my VLD scars that they won't pull or ache too much. If things go through and we start to get actual trailers though?

Honestly I was pretty burned by how good VLD started and how bad it ended so I'll probably be more tempted to want to sit there with popcorn and watch it all burn -

but you never know. Maybe whoever gets the script by the time the bidding wars are over and everything's been shuffled into rewrites and new directors fifteen times will pull off a Into the Spider-verse and surprise us all. I get why people are worked up.  VLD burned us all pretty badly and we’re still emotional about it. They’ve got every right to feel feelings right now.  I personally just don't have the emotional energy available to spend this early on in the process with everything too nebulous for me to get worked up either by being bothered or by being excited over. I'm just going to sit on my proverbial porch at this point and watch the traffic accident on the road and once it starts encroaching on my lawn I'll probably get up and decide if I want to wave a stick and yell at it or meander over to see what its doing.

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Cameron Chapman saying this to Ruby with a full smile and haunted eyes while bloody and barely alive Netflix when I catch you in a dark alley ...

[with rizz]: Coffee? No, how about you see the dead version of me that turns out to be fake and then i will casually confess i'd die for you?

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The way this adaptation hit all the big lore and plot points but also made time for the tiniest details that spoke so much about the characters was honestly so great to see, the show creators obviously had so much understanding and respect for the original source material, which is so rare nowadays.

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The second one is definitely how they would have filmed it in the show since the image of that as the last shot of the episode (and especially the season in a more just world) would have been such an effective gut punch, can you imagine?

Cameron Chapman shooting up the stairs energetically and then stopping in shock as he realizes the room is empty. Then slowly - tired, defeated, with the saddest of doe eyes - sits down on the bed in the same place he sat with Lucy as he patched her up in season 1. The camera pans out to show him alone, swallowed up by the blank space of the uninhabited attic. Theme music. Credits roll. We lose our minds.

So is it Lockwood lying in bed listening to Lucy sneak down the stairs ; or Lockwood going upstairs on the last day of her notice to try again to convince her to stay- only to realize she's already gone, and he's standing in his childhood bedroom having been left behind again ?

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I think it's why they pushed Kipps's age back a bit and had him go through the process of losing his talent in the show, rather than meet him when it's already gone. It would have been so interesting to see how the the adaptation expanded on these ideas of agencies treating their employees as expendable in season 2 ...

food for thought today is thinking abt Jacobs who had started off confident and an active supervisor of his agency, who then became so afraid he rather pretend to look the other way

this extra depth isn’t in the tv show (probably for time reasons), but it once again makes me so so curious about the emotional process of losing your Talent!!!!! what real future do these kids have??

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honestly more people need to recognize how insanely good of an adaptation this is. maybe the best book to series adaptation there is.

The way this adaptation hit all the big lore and plot points but also made time for the tiniest details that spoke so much about the characters was honestly so great to see, the show creators obviously had so much understanding and respect for the original source material, which is so rare nowadays.

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NO COS WHAT I WOULDNT DO TO SEE THIS PROCESS W QUILL ON THE SCREEN!!!!! NETFLIX YOU ARE MY BIGGEST ENEMY!!!!!!

food for thought today is thinking abt Jacobs who had started off confident and an active supervisor of his agency, who then became so afraid he rather pretend to look the other way

this extra depth isn’t in the tv show (probably for time reasons), but it once again makes me so so curious about the emotional process of losing your Talent!!!!! what real future do these kids have??