Valkorian Will Beg for Mercy
me as outlander: “hey Valky ol’ buddy ol pal ol boy. omg he could not come to Earth. like... fuck... yes, metaknowlege meeting charles boyde fucking the multiverse and EU, but also “fuck you creep, take your immortal empire and shove it. You THINK I have time to play video games with my life schedule? OK BOOMER.
meanwhile ‘gifted child’ fuckers with adhd etc like me who are spiteful pricks for a reason: “hey Valky ol’ buddy ol pal ol boy, my most second favorite little shit right after me, myself and I we’re going to Arbies, want some roast beefs?”
Valkorian on his “live a million lives shit”
“good for you, you hob goblin living rent free with my anxiety AND MENTAL ILLNESS. good news! we work for a temp agency, I hope you have fond memories of the wars, its holiday season. lock and load bitch, the sacking of coruscant ain’t shit”
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okay if you're really cool about things, i can be honest with you. before you read further, decide if you're a girl's girl. if you're cool and actually cool or like not cool.
men don't talk in my book because i was fuckken tired of the way they're the center of every fucking story. i was tired of how every story takes a moment to let them talk. men can shut up for literally one fucking book.
unfortunately not everyone is cool. professionally what i usually say is i didn't want to add violence to the world. the only men in my book are abusers, so they don't get to talk. they don't get to take up space. they ruined my life, they don't get to have their words echo anymore.
because like, yeah! you find practically any story about a person surviving trauma and... there's a man at the center. men are often rescuing us from these things. a "good man" is always standing around, being a good man, proving to the victim that good men are the real men. that her experience was unique rather than universal.
the redacted text has not been taken well by all of my early readers. there is this weird, crouching growl that keeps occurring with men-of-a-certain-age. why don't we hear his side of the story?
when i sat down to write everything that happened to me, i couldn't look at the frank brutality of my abuser's words on a page and think to myself: i actually let him speak like that. i had to redact his words from the manuscript. i then left it redacted. no victim is going to read this book and hear the person who hurt them. it is a book for the victims to speak. abusers shut up challenge, forever. for eternity.
my father once told me, chuckling, i should just have a page of redaction where i let the man just finally talk. it is funny to joke about how we should make a whole page in my book about a man that hurt me. this was not the only time someone commented - it feels like you're hiding things. how do i know you're actually a victim if he doesn't get to speak?
there are books where women aren't even present. i even genuinely like some of those books. like, who doesn't like the hobbit?
i keep running into people defending this imaginary man. the default narrative is so true to some people that they will defend any man, just by virtue of the assumption - "if he's acting like that, you had to push him." certain people need definitive proof that you didn't accidentally make your partner into an abuser. they need to decide if you deserved it, because they want to be able to judge you.
which makes sense, i guess, from a hind brain perspective. if you can figure out "why" someone was cruel, you can protect yourself against it. if you defend the bully, the bully might side with you. i don't really know their explanation for feeling this about a character in a book. trust me, i wrote the guy. he is not going to protect you.
i guess i just - there was a time in my life where i desperately wanted anyone to defend me. where i could have really used someone saying holy shit are you okay instead of what did you say to make him act like that to you.
instead, over dinner, a friend-of-a-friend i just met is pouring herself wine. i heard you wrote a book, she says. she gives me the kind of chilly smile i associate with knives. i heard it's unfair to men.
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And in the end, Roman choosing to give Rollins, clad in his old Shield gear, one last fuck you for his betrayal years ago cost him his title. That's some tragedy shit tbh.
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i just remembered that i can in fact post Old Art so here is an album cover project from last semester
Details below!
This was the second project of my Illustration Intensive I class last semester, and we had to either design or redesign an album cover, so I chose The Mechanisms
During the project I took a 4-hour detour trying to translate the Red Signal chant into norse runes, aka I threw it through a translator and tried (emphasis on tried) via wikipedia to fix any Weirdness despite knowing next to nothing about runes so its probably. Incredibly wrong lol
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I’m fucking livid about this — 40% budget cut?? FORTY FUCKING PERCENT??? For one of their best-performing shows of 2022???? 🤬🤬🤬
[image text: screenshot of a tweet by meowzawowza_: “OOF, I will never forgive HBO for how dirty they did OFMD. A 40% budget cut is ROUGH. It sounds like they’re still trying to figure out the budget for S3 and that might be contributing to the renewal holdup. S2 was by all means a success, though (see comments)”
Image in tweet is screenshot of a Wall Street Journal article: “Jenkins said he had slashed the budget for season 2 by 40%. Much of that cost cutting was achieved by moving the production from Los Angeles to New Zealand, where it benefited from tax credits and other savings, the producer said.
Though he declined to go into specifics about the show’s price tag, Jenkins said the revised and “more fiscally responsible” budget for the show put “Our Flag Means Death” in line with what a half-hour comedy should cost.
“The first season of the show was made in a different era from the second season,” Jenkins said, “and if there’s a third season of the show, it will be made in a still different era.”
“We’re all just trying to figure out how to make an over-produced pirate comedy an actual viable commercial enterprise.””]
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Buck: maddie texted, our parents are visiting next week
Eddie: damn. better call athena, we’re gonna need time to work on my alibi
Buck: your alibi? for what?
Eddie: you didn’t hear the news? your parents were tragically murdered. i, of course, was busy that night as evidenced by my completely legitimate alibi
Buck: you can’t kill my parents, eds
Eddie: *whining* why not??
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