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someguywithglasses · 2 years

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Look at these panels.

Loid is a perfectionist, in his line of work he has to be because any mistake can cost him his life. Anytime a situation doesn’t go the way he played it out inside his head, he beats himself up harshly and starts overthinking.

But thankfully Yor keeps him grounded, reminds him that he’s still human. She reminds Loid that what he wants for Anya is completely different from what Anya wants for herself. Yes school and grades comes first, but she’s still a little kid at heart and Yor wants her to have fun while doing it. Even though he makes these little mistakes when raising Anya, Yor reassures him that he’s still a wonderful father, “A perfect 100 points!”

Now Nightfall, while I do think her one-sided love for Loid is very funny and tragic at the same time, I don’t think any real progress would be made for Operation Strix if she was his wife.

Look at these 2 particular panels, Nightfall is quick to criticize Loid for focusing his efforts on “playing house” with Yor, Anya, and Bond. But the core of his mission IS TO PLAY HOUSE because he’s a Father, Husband, Pet Owner first and Spy second. By this point he finally realized that and readjusted himself thanks to his experiences with Anya, Yor and Bond hence why he seemed a little angry when she calls them “accessories” because that’s how Nightfall sees the family “accessories” to the mission.

Compared to Yor, Nightfall’s approach to motherhood would be no different than the very scientists that experimented on Anya and gave her telepathic powers. "Give me results, I want results. You're just a means to an end, I could care less about what you want. It's about what I WANT and I HAVE A DEADLINE TO MEET." In the end Anya would hate school more and it would just bring up bad memories of those scientists, causing her overall well-being to plummet and the mission to fail before it could gain any traction.

It's why Yor and Loid work so well. They may not be the perfect parents but they work so hard to give Anya the childhood they both couldn't have when they were younger. They understand what works and what doesn't and learn from their mistakes. Aside from being good parents they also strive to be the best fake Husband and Wife to each other. They lean on each other for emotional support and give reassurance even when they doubt themselves.

Although they deny it with every fiber in their being, Yor and Loid love each other so much. Not only are they able to devote themselves even more to the reason why they became a Spy/Assassin, but they both grew and became better people because of it and now have something to look forward to when they go home.

#spy x family #the forgers #loid forger #yor forger #forger family #sxf twilight #sxf yor #sxf bond #sxf manga #bond the dog #nightfall #sxf fiona #fiona frost

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lady-charinette · 2 years

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Slightly rewritten Ep 7 of Spy X Family

A wave of guilt assaulted Twilight, his mind swimming with thoughts of Operation Strix and his role in it so far. Of course, Anya was cross with him, all he’d been doing was issuing her intense study drills in order to get accepted into the Eden Academy. She was having trouble finding friends in school, and all he did was chastise her for her subpar studying.

His blurry reflection in the tea Yor had prepared stared back at him, before he closed his eyes to escape the silent judgement.

“I’m not her real father, after all. That’s right, I need to be the ideal father. I need to play that part. That was the foundation of this mission. But up until now, nothing has been ideal,” Loid clenched his hands into fists, his jaw set. “If only I-“

Before his thoughts could take him down another dark path, Yor spoke. “It’s alright!” Loid’s eyes opened and he looked at the woman sitting on the couch in surprise, “Please be more confident in yourself. Don’t you remember what Anya said? That we are a perfect 100 points.”

Those words felt like a punch to his gut.

Of course.

He remembered that moment during the school interview, when asked how Anya would rate her ‘parents’.

She didn’t even hesitate before she gave them each a full 100 points.

Yor smiled, her eyes never leaving him. “To Anya, you’re a wonderful father.“

A slow smile made his way onto Loid’s face, Yor’s words leaving a deep impression on him. It felt like the failure from earlier suddenly didn’t seem so important.

“I’m glad to hear you say that.” It seemed like some of the tension left his shoulders.

Yor tensed up and her hand rose to cover her mouth. “Oh no, I butted in as a stranger again even though it’s not my place.”

Loid shook his head and was quick to correct her, all the while keeping his gaze steady on her, ”No, Yor. You’re not a stranger, nor a part of someone else’s family. Right now, you’re the mother of the Forgers.” He allowed the words to sink in and continued when Yor slowly removed her hand from her mouth. “I’m counting on you to provide whatever I’m lacking.”

Yor’s heart skipped a beat, she was hoping Loid wouldn’t be able to hear it from that distance. Still, one hand moved to her chest to still the wildly beating organ, as if chastising it for being filled with the rush of emotion Loid’s words gave her.

“T-That’s right. I’m actually someone’s wife…” Yor glanced down bashfully at her teacup, hands cupping its smooth porcelain surface and absorbing its heat.

Loid chuckled softly. “Just don’t go saying that anywhere outside. It would be great if you could look over Anya’s homework as well.”

Yor set her tea down, a look of pure determination in her eyes. ”Yes! If you think I can be of any help. Let’s take our time and do our best together.”

The uneasy tightness in Loid’s stomach receded and was replaced with calm warmth as he got lost in thought again. “That’s right Twilight, Operation Strix is different from all your other missions. A spy working alone doesn’t need to account for any failures but his own, nor take into account any unknown variables. But Operation Strix is different, a family can only be a happy one if both mother and father work together and understand and support their child.”

A muddled image of his childhood resurfaced in his mind, his mother’s soothing hand on his back as they both watched his father leave out the door for work. “Yes…a happy family…”

Twilight discarded the thoughts when he heard the clock sound loudly in the quiet living room. Yor startled at the sound. “Oh, look at the time.” She glanced back at him, “I’ll go ahead and do the dishes.”

Loid nodded, standing up and heading towards Anya’s room. “I’ll go have a chat with Anya.”

A gentle knock on the door announced Loid’s presence. “Hey Anya, your spy show’s about to start.” No answer. “I’m sorry about earlier. Let’s watch your show first and then we can figure out what to do about your studies.” Yor was right, what was important was Anya feeling comfortable in school, keeping up with her studies would be impossible if Anya was miserable.

No answer.

Was she still ignoring him?

Was she angrier at him than Loid suspected?

“Anya?” turning the doorknob, Loid carefully opened the door to his daughter’s room.

The desk light was still on and Anya’s small form was slumped over her desk, drooling on something beneath her head. “You’re going to catch a cold.” Loid moved towards the blanket but stopped in his tracks.

There was a book beneath Anya’s head, the math book they’d been working on earlier along with messily scribbled notes on paper.

“She was studying on her own?”

“I have…to get the best…grades on my test…for papa…” Anya muttered in her sleep, clutching the pencil in her hand tighter.

Loid’s expression softened and he carefully moved the book and pencil away, scooping Anya up in his arms to carry her to bed.

“Guess I’ll record that show for her.”

He gently wiped the drool from her mouth, scoffing softly when Anya squirmed after he released her. “Mama….don’t…kill papa…”

Loid blinked. “Just what is she dreaming about?” Odd.

He grabbed the blanket and tucked her in, Anya sleeping peacefully dead to the world.

Loid observed her a moment longer, watching her sleeping face, free of worries and relaxed as it hasn’t been in days.

“A wonderful father, huh?” Yor’s words came to he forefront of his mind and Loid felt himself smile despite himself.

“I wonder what it’d feel like to have a real family…”

Once Loid switched the lights off and gently closed the door to Anya’s room, he was met with the dim light of the kitchen and Yor’s form moving about preparing a fresh batch of tea.

Loid rose an eyebrow curiously. “More tea?”

Yor startled when she saw him, “Oh, yes, for your upset stomach.”

All Loid could do was stare. How had she known his stomach was acting up again? He felt that same smile make its way onto his face. “Thank you, Yor.”

Thankfully, Yor had her back turned to get two mugs from the cabinet. “How is Anya doing?”

Loid snapped out of the odd trance, clearing his throat and leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. “She’s asleep, she fell asleep while studying on her own.”

Yor looked proud when she turned to give him his steaming mug of tea. “That poor girl, she must be trying so hard.”

Closing his eyes to inhale the scent of the tea, Loid sighed. “She is…”

Blue eyes opened again to fixate themselves on his wife. “But you’re trying hard too Yor, I’m sorry if I’m asking too much of you lately.”

There he was not only giving Anya trouble, but also probably Yor. Being an office worker at city hall was no joke and yet she also had to take care of the house and Anya, and was always watching to reduce his stress levels even if she didn’t have to.

Yor waved her hands frantically, a blush rising high on her face. “Don’t say that please! I gladly do everything you need me to, it’s nothing much what I contribute to your family.”

Loid watched that same veil of sadness and loneliness cross Yor’s expression and before he could catch himself, the words left his lips in a soft, “Our family.” He echoed Yor’s own words back at her. “And please be more confident in yourself, Yor.”

It didn’t take long for Yor’s blush to calm to a light pink and her glistening eyes spoke more than her lips did. “Yes, our family.”

The two adults smiled at each-other and raised their mugs, clinking them together in union.

There were still many obstacles in their way, unseen enemies who want to sabotage the mission and blow their cover, but Twilight was confident he- they could overcome them.

Together.

Bonus:

“So, you’re getting closer to the missus, I hear.”

Twilight arched an eyebrow suspiciously. “Hear from whom?”

Franky folded the newspaper in his hands and shrugged, “I have my sources.” Before he leaned over the newspaper stand closer to Twilight. “Which say that you guys flirt with each-other over a cup of tea as soon as Anya’s asleep.”

Twilight expertly folded the newspaper after deciphering the code on the front page and allowed it to smack Franky in he face, trying to ignore the miniscule blush on his left cheek. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Bonus 2#:

“Um…Loid?”

“Yes, Yor?”

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, uh, looking for my wedding ring, I think I lost it somewhere over here.”

“Searching for the bugging devices Franky must’ve installed.”

“…In the lamp?”

#sxf #spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #yor briar #anya forger #sxf episode 7 #spy x family ep 7 #spy x family fic #spy x family franky #franky franklin #sxf fanfic #spy x family fanfiction #my fic #my fics #spyxfamily fluff #domestic fluff

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plainvanillapotato · 4 years

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the 100 diaries S2 E15

quarantine diaries: june 14 2020

season 2 episode 15: “Blood Must Have Blood: Part 1″

bellamy the liberator!! bellaymy is more of a khaleesi than any other character in this show. i officially propose to make bellamy the khaleesi for both the spacers and grounders.

the grounder word for “to be quite” sounds a lot like SHUT UP but with a lisp

“wait...thank you” .....bellamy and grounder girl? ship???

i really hate cages rhetoric. its nothing but propaganda then again its cage im talking about so i cant expect much

what a paper throw looked weak af. i wonder if that took multiple takes

you kidding with those cups stains thats one hell of a big jump for the guard to make. like those people could have sat on the other side of table just minutes ago. im shaking my head so hard right now. like this is just because they didnt use coasters?? ugh.

this escalated so fast. but considering how fast things escalate with police in the us i guess i shouldnt be surprised

and ofc they shot them anyway. police brutality is not okay. you cannot just shoot and kill people. side note what happened to that justice system that maya brought up when we first met her??

why is monroe still alive??? like ok its nice to see a familiar face but i dont care for her

wow raven really upped her packaging game for that hydrazine. yes raven i support you and your small business.

clarke got gloves now. i wonder if she asked for them or lexa/someone just gave them to her

i love clarkes/lexas diorama ngl its way better than bellamys.

clarke really had to think about whether or not she was going to chant with them. that was a real cheeky moment. i know they’re trying to make clarke super cool and thats down with the grounders but i gotta say that its gonna a lot more to convince me that clarke is a badass

side note: i like anya a lot more than lexa. like i dont feel threatened by lexa at all. imo anya was the true queen

that heat shot tho. i know that bellamy is a good shot but can we talk about how unrealistic that shot was tho. it doesnt make any physical sense how bellamy shot paul from the vent especially at that angle. but alas i guess along with bending fire to protect his beautiful head of hair bellamy also defines nature and physics

you know i fully believe that bellamy has a 6 sense cuz he can literally sense when someone in danger and is in the right place at the right time

miller was ready to kill that guard full princess leia style

who was that reaper?? like was it indras past lover or something???

why is monroe the one to work the drill? i feel like there could have been someone more qualified

the exchange between lincoln and millers father was so flirty.... ship?? ngl i ship it more than lincoln and octavia

ravens jokes arent that bad wick. also did i miss something or did the show really didnt address how wick and raven got in this place?

oof this conversation got awkward real fast

i love wick’s surprised face at 18:16. hes like wow i really killed a guy and raven just said “welcome to the ground”

look at that modern painting behind dante. daredevil anyone??

preach dante. preach. your boy cage is a terrible leader

yeah i agree with wick. raven you should have just brought more bombs that was bad on your part

only white boi wick would be smiling and nodding while there are people pointing guns at him.

look at those shields. i like to think that they actually took the time to practice these formations...but evidently they needed a better formation

lincoln being katniss everdeen. ok lincoln i see you

bellamy is just one with these vents now. theyre really his main mode of transportation

“then we kill him”...by ‘we’ you mean that bellamy is going to kill cage. jasper you really adding to bellamys already heavy load.

MONTY!!! :)

of the tree people?? no dont give octavia that.

this was soooooo anticlamatic. this is because clarke did not kiss you back huh. lexa you dumbbitch you can just double cross the mountain people and help clarkes people. do you even have a heart lexa? imo this is lexa just being a salty bitch to clarke. like you guys can argue with me all you want about this is lexa being a ‘badass’ leader and doing what was best for her but it wont change my opinion at all

look at octavia staying loyal to bellamy. cute but ooo jackson is leaving too i mean i guess i wouldnt trust octavia either

i also find it comical that all within the same episode indra accepts her as one of the tree people and only then to strip her of that minutes later

why are some of the cages hung up like that tho?? like i think they showed the hanging cages in previous episode but in this episode its hanging cages with open doors implying that whoever was in that cage had to jump down for idk how many stories to be free. but also how did they open those cages all the way up there because from when they took bellamy we know that they need a physical key to unlock the door. i guess this was all for making the show look cool and edgy but its just making me scratch my brain

aww i ship raven and wick so hard. my favorite ship yet

fuck you dante. i knew you would turn.

this was the worst episode yet. i swear its only monty and bellamy that is keeping me watching. and the show is kinda lacking in that area.

#the 100 #the 100 diaries #bellamy #clarke

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etatmagique · 4 years

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❝ stars don’t breathe, but girls do. ❞

( banita sandhu, cis woman, she/her ) · you know, the gossip in new york city is insidious and gossip about a pureblood like anya o'sullivan seems to constantly be afloat. what i know for a fact, though, is that they’re a twenty-three year old auror in training who graduated as a wampus from ilvermorny. apparently that inclines them to be a bit reckless and energetic when she rolls out of bed in the morning. as a member of the resistance, i feel bad that they’ve resorted to taking up the moniker snapdragon. ( the kind of laughter you can almost hear a mile away, waves crashing violently against the beach, the scent of musk, bright red flowers & hugging someone so tightly it feels like you’re reconnecting with the whole entire world / sam )

— ♡ CHARACTER PARALLELS ( MOST LIKE ) :: Ash Ketchum ( Pokémon ) + Lilo ( Lilo & Stitch ) + Joyce Byers ( Stranger Things ) + Jessica Jones ( Marvel ) + Katsa ( Graceling Realm ) + Ginny Weasley ( Harry Potter ) + Skye ( Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ) + Prue Halliwell ( Charmed ) + Princess Leia ( Star Wars ) + Lorelai Gilmore ( Gilmore Girls ) !!

— ♡ CHARACTER PARALLELS ( LEAST LIKE ) :: Darth Vader ( Star Wars ) - John Watson ( Sherlock Holmes ) - Temperance Brennan ( Bones ) - Stefan Salvatore ( The Vampire Diaries ) - Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow ( Marvel ) - Ray Holt ( Brooklyn Nine-Nine ) - Maleficent ( Maleficent ) - Lisa Simpson ( The Simpsons ) - Danny Ocean ( Ocean’s Eleven ) - C3PO ( Star Wars )

TRIGGER WARNINGS THAT CAN BE FOUND BELOW THE CUT: Adoption, Birth, Birth Complications, Car Accident & Parental Death.

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a lil summary can be found at the end of the intro !

backstory.

Anya was born to a woman who had moved to the New York City from London after finding out she was pregnant, wanting to get away from her traditional pureblood family. Her boyfriend at the time wasn’t all that interested in having a child, which worked for Anya’s biological mother as she preferred raising the child on her own.

( TWs: Birth, Birth Complications, Car Accident & Parental Death ) Unfortunately, Anya’s biological mother was in a cab that got into an accident two months before she was supposed to give birth, which led to a very complicated birth out of which Anya’s biological mother didn’t make it out alive. She had time to name her daughter “Anya”, but that was it.

Luckily for Anya, one of the nurses at the hospital where Anya’s biological mother gave birth was a squib, and had noticed little odd things that could only be explained by the mother and child being witches. The nurse’s sister worked at the MACUSA, and she got in touch with her to figure out how to deal with the magical baby. Long story short, Anya only spent a month or so in a magical orphanage (a much more modern one than we see in the series), before she was adopted by her fathers.

Anya has known she was adopted since she was about four years old and one of her friends asked her why she didn’t look exactly like the rest of her family. Before then, she had never really wondered about it, as it was all she had ever known. At the time, she was quite curious about it, and for the next few weeks after finding out, she probably asked a lot of questions about it. A headcanon I have is that she 100% asked at one point if she was secretly a princess. Because she 100% did wish she was a princess when she was younger (okay, she might lowkey still wish for that, though nowadays she 100% realizes it’s not that realistic).

She was probably a bit of a spoilt brat growing up, but at the same time, she was really generous. She was the kind of kid who always wanted to share what she had, and never felt good keeping her things all to herself. She also always tried to convince her siblings to play all kinds of made-up games with her, and always had way too much energy. She never slept much, and honestly? Still doesn’t. Still, it was more problematic when she was little and simply refused to go to bed (and most likely threw tantrums to try and avoid it).

Anya honestly adores her family, and actually found it hard to go to Ilvermorny and not live with her parents all year-long anymore. Even though she made a lot of friends, and was actually quite popular, she still really missed her parents (and her siblings that weren’t in school anymore), and wrote all of them a ton of letters. It was then that she realized that she actually really loved writing, and that she started journaling, which she now does very seriously and intensely. It’s one of her favourite hobbies, in fact.

After graduating from Ilvermorny, she decided to travel for a bit around America (the continent). She spent an entire year going to various places around North America, Central America and South America, with money she had gathered through the years. It was after that trip that she stopped being able to budget things well, to be honest. It was like, after having kept a budget since she was like, ten years old, she decided it was enough and just... Stopped caring about taking good care of her money. Which is why she still live in her parents’ house, to be honest.

After her trip, she worked at a bookstore for two years or so, before deciding that she wanted to become an auror, and starting her auror training. She’s still training to become an auror right now, though the current state of things might have complicated that.

present day.

Anya is like, 200% shocked at what’s going on right now, and downright furious at the fact that The Social Movement even exists. Even if her father wasn’t so involved, she’d still want to be part of the resistance, because she can’t even begin to imagine doing nothing when what’s happening at the moment is literally happening.

She does miss her father (Stephen), but understands why it’s more difficult for him to be all that present in her life at the moment. Still, it’s not easy, especially considering the fact that Anya was still living with her fathers when this all went down.

personality.

Often acts before thinking, and that’s most likely why she shouldn’t be trusted with too many responsibilities regarding The Resistance. She’s a good warrior, a good fighter and good at rallying people to the cause, but she’s not all that great at subtlety and doing as she’s told.

She's always had a tendency to get herself into trouble, both at school and in day-to-day life. Still, she doesn’t really seem to learn. If she wants to do something, she won’t really stop to think about whether or not other people will agree, including people in charge.

She has ADHD, and was diagnosed by a healer who kept up to date with muggle medicine about two years ago. Which was a bit late in her life, but since she’s been getting help for it since then, it’s been easier to deal with things that were harder to deal with before. Still, she does still have traits that are kind of usual for people with ADHD, and can be quite forgetful and has difficulty focusing.

TLDR: was adopted when she was about a month old, and has never considered blood to be what made a family. she was curious at times, sure, but she’s an o’sullivan, and that’s what matters to her. was super energetic and generous growing up, but also a bit of a spoiled brat. gathered money since she was ten to be able to travel for a year or so after graduating from ilvermorny, but ever since then, has completely forgotten how to deal well with money. still lives with her parents, because of that, partly, but also because she’s not sure she’s ready to live alone yet. after traveling, she worked at a bookshop for two years or so before deciding to start auror training, which she’s still currently doing! pissed off about what’s currently happening, and needs to be doing something. acts before thinking way too much, to be honest, and isn’t all that great at being subtle and/or doing as she’s told. always had a tendency to get into trouble rip.

#( anya o'sullivan. )#( anya o'sullivan | introduction. )#( anya o'sullivan | character development. )#macusahqs.intro

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sinkingorswimming · 7 years

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My Boy Builds Coffins (3/? aka Mortician Yuuri and Goth Victor)

“Victor glides into his office thirteen minutes late, Wayfarers on, velvet lapels billowing, and “Friday I’m In Love” sung in a low whisper.

“It’s Wednesday,” calls the bitter and world-weary child intern Yuri Plisetsky. “Also I’m revoking your Goth card.”

“The Cure is technically Goth,” calls his CFO/CPA Chris Giacometti. Chris has a blond undercut and leans more towards jewel tones as he’s firmly a winter. “Though I mean, maybe not that specific song.”

Victor smiles at him as he opens the door to his office. The space is industrial and minimalist save for the decor choices---velvet sofas with sleek lines and an aubergine chandelier commissioned by a hipster artist Victor saw on display in SoHo.

If Yuri hadn’t interviewed in a suit, Victor wouldn’t have hired him because the lemon-yellow leopard print he sports upends the curated aesthetic.

Georgi, who depending on how well his partnership with ladylove Anya is going, matches or not. When they’re well, he’s more in bright colors and Halsey. When they are having strife, he’s in grays and Lana del Ray. Right now there’s murmurings of Anya wanting to explore romantic anarchy so he’s kind of somewhere in between.

Victor fell into a google and r/relationships hole for two hours to make heads or tails of “romantic anarchy” before he gave up and contemplated suggesting Georgi put them on a break. Call him old fashioned but being an Elder Goth with a lifelong partner and their herd of fabulous poodles sounds much preferable.

The lifelong partner in this fantasy now represented by a stunningly beautiful man with coal-black hair, glasses, and warm eyes the color of a fine piece of cherry wood. Victor wakes up his iMac and blares baroque styled love songs by long-gone cult artists.

“Oh my God,” cries Mila as she comes into the room in all her lipstick-lesbian glory. She’s the rare redhead that works the hell out of pink, choosing to do so today in a dress she got from Mod Cloth on sale and a pair of gold heels. “What did you do? Who is he?”

“He’s named Yuuri,” Victor says with a grin. “He wears mostly black, drives a hearse, and likes Dragon Frappucinos.” His eyes twinkle at her. “Annnnd he’s meeting me for lunnnnchhhhhh. Pookkeeeee bowlllllssss!”

Mila laughs and grins. “Sounds like you should be playing ‘At Last’ instead of...” she trails off as she walks around the desk to look at his Spotify. “’You Are the One’ by Shiny Toy Guns.”

“I contain multitudes,” Victor huffs. “And he is perfect. I want six.”

“Six what?” Mila asks as she unlocks the company iPhone.

Victor gives her a blank look. “Six...Yuuris? One for every day and one for the weekend? Duh.”

Mila sighs and laughs at once. “God. Young love.”

Victor pouts as she exits his office with a chirp of congratulations.

He wants to Postmates bagels and cream cheese or maybe fancy doughnuts because he’s in such high spirits when Chris knocks on his open door. “Got a few?” he asks. He’s wearing his glasses today, round metal frames akin to John Lennon that are both chic and outdated, a warm emerald shirt showing off his wushu and pilates toned chest, and a pair of dark jeans.

It’s fairly casual at Living Legend Enterprises. Victor is only so formally attired because of the chance to see Yuuri again. Generally he lets them wear whatever, he doesn’t care as long as they aren’t unwashed or overly sloppy.

Yuri mentioned possibly dying streaks in his hair, and Victor cheerfully said for him to go for it. He only cares if it’s ugly.

“Yes, Chris,” Victor says. He lowers the volume of his music.

“Well,” Chris says. “I’m reviewing our budget, end of the fiscal year thing. And...I think it’s okay to bring one another full timer on board. That deal with the wineries in Napa is gonna help us out for a long time, and we can handle the overhead without much risk.”

Victor smiles. “Amazing! Get with Mila for the ad.”

“Of course,” Chris replies. He winks, his glasses making it cute but also roguish. “We’ll run the finer points by you for qualifications.”

“Since they’re a second Georgi, just follow his,” Victor says. “It’s neater.”

“Makes sense,” Chris says with a nod.

“Let me know when we have viable applicants, so the three of us can kvetch over who to interview,” Victor says. “No LinkedIns without photos. I mean it.”

Chris gives him a saucy face as he exits.

Victor gets approximately 100% jack shit accomplished. He’s too busy mooning over Yuuri’s beautiful face, his slighty soft round cheeks, the flecks of amber in his brown eyes, the careful messiness of his hair. He’s so cute and perfect. Victor can’t wait for lunch.

Fortunately, at 1:09 Yuri comes in unannounced. “Ugh, there’s some square here in a suit with my name, says he’s picking you up for some kind of dorky bs.”

“It’s lunch, Yuri,” Victor says as he rockets out of his seat. He fixes himself in the full length black framed mirror. Ah yes. 10/10 would date, heckin’ handsome.

“Whatever,” Yuri grumbles. “The guy is a pocket protector and a math book short of being shaken down for his lunch money.”

“Does that still happen?” Victor wonders.

“Nah, it’s a lot worse and meaner, too,” Yuri responds. “Regardless, that geek you ordered from Amazon Now has arrived.”

Victor rolls his eyes. When he enters the lounge, he sees Yuuri perched on the midnight blue velvet chaise thumbing through Nylon on the iPad. His suit jacket rests over the arm, and his dress shirt’s sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His forearms are nicely toned. His light blue tie is horrendous. “Hiii,” Victor coos.

Yuuri looks up and adjusts his glasses. He’s cute, rosy cheeked and with a bashful smile. “Hi, Victor. Ready?”

“Born ready,” Victor says.

Yuuri flushes deeper and clears his throat. “Walk or drive?”

Victor spots that Yuuri managed to get rock star parking. The cafe is a half a block. “Walk,” he says though he longs to ride in that fabulous hearse. It’s not fair for Yuuri to lose prime parking real estate. Victor takes the jacket and hangs it in their black wardrobe. He reaches out and takes Yuuri’s hand in his.

“Come with me,” he says with a bright smile.

Yuuri hesitates but lets Victor escort him down the sidewalk to The Ramen Bar. It’s crowded but not so bad they can’t manage the wait, and when they get a table, Victor orders a Boozy Boba for himself. Yuuri gets a Lychee Oolong tea with rosewater jelly.

“Do you not drink?” Victor asks. He’s curious, not picking.

“Not during the work day,” Yuuri replies as he sips his tea. He swirls the straw around clockwise five times. “I don’t want to risk forfeiture or suspension of my license.”

“License,” Victor muses. His index finger touches his lips. “Sales? Insurance? Cosmetology?”

Yuuri bites his lip, and Victor wants to do the same, tug on the plush pink skin with his teeth while he wrecks Yuuri’s hair and shirt collar. “Um, well...my family has a funeral home. It’s been ours since my grandparents immigrated here. My father owns it now that they’ve passed, and my sister and I will be the joint owners when he retires with our mom.”

Oh. Oh wow. Victor’s more in love than he has been his entire life ignoring the first moment NorCal Poodle Rescue introduced him to a puffy brown puppy he now calls Makkachin.

Makka gets his ears dyed pink or purple every time Victor has him groomed.

“That’s so amazing!” Victor exclaims. “What a cool line of work. I’m so intrigued.”

Yuuri stares at Victor as if he’s never been told anything like that in his life. Actually, it’s more like he’s staring as if Victor just informed him he’s suffering from upside-down face disorder.

“Really?” Yuuri squeaks.

They order their food---Victor gets the poke trio bowl, Yuuri the octopus by itself. It’s far too warm for ramen or anything hot to eat.

“Yes! I’ve always found funerals calming. There’s something soothing about them, especially the religious ones. Like Catholic funerals with all the Latin rites. I don’t know. I don’t want people to die---” Victor is careful to clarify. “But the actual ritual of grief and letting go...I find it quite lovely.”

Yuuri keeps staring, eyes wide and bright like a startled cat. He cracks the knuckles on his index fingers. Yuuri fidgets a lot, Victor notes. He also looks at Victor when he thinks he won’t notice, and turns his eyes away when he’s caught. It’s cute, like he’s a schoolboy with his first crush. At least, Victor hopes.

Victor rests his chin on his right hand. He unabashedly stares at Yuuri, his eyes focused on him intently to catch every movement. Yuuri avoids his gaze as he licks his lips, his cheeks staining like someone brushed a wash of red watercolors over his skin. Victor watches him run his hand through his hair, though it just falls back how it was, and he swallows as he meets Victor’s eyes.

Their food arrives and before Victor can break the silence, Yuuri breaks apart his chopsticks and digs in. He’s elegant and careful when he eats, Victor notes. Almost meticulous, but then his occupation requires attention to a lot of fine detail. Why should his eating habits be different?

Victor can’t help but wonder if it extends to sex. He really wants to know, he thinks as he breaks apart his own chopsticks and selects a piece of tuna for his first bite.

Yuuri washes down his food with a sip of the tea. “Um---” he starts. “Well. No one’s ever...people tend to not care for my work.”

“Narrow minded simpletons,” Victor responds without looking up. He can feel Yuuri’s eyes on his face as he combs through his bowl for the next morsel.

“And...you’re right,” Yuuri says. “Funerals are supposed to reassure the ones you leave behind. They’re supposed to enable you to say goodbye, let go, and move on. Sometimes when someone comes to us, like a wife grieving a husband of fifty years, they have a really hard time. They can’t make choices or even fully grasp the situation. It’s my job to help them make sense of it and voice their love out loud one last time.”

Victor looks at him. “That’s beautiful,” he replies.

Yuuri smiles, though his lips are closed. It’s sweet without being sickening, and Victor gives him an expression that amounts to a heart eyes emoji.

They finish their food, and with a refill in a to-go cup for Yuuri and a new non-boozy drink for Victor, he pays their bill. They stroll back to the office, and Victor halfway reaches down and entwines their fingers.

Yuuri chokes on his drink, stumbling, and almost taking them both down hard on the pavement. Victor manages to save the day as he tugs him back, but Yuuri lands half clutching Victor’s blazer. He blinks up at him and Victor’s blue eyes widen a bit in awe as they stare at each other.

Yuuri blushes again and Victor can’t stop, won’t stop, as he kisses him just a centimeter away from his lips. Yuuri gasps. “Oh.”

Victor pulls away. “Please,” he says. “May I have dinner with you soon? Somewhere with white tablecloths and----”

“Yes!” Yuuri blurts. He coughs. “Um. Yes.”

Victor is pleased. Victor is so pleased that right outside his office he pulls Yuuri close a second time and after wrapping his hands in his hair, he kisses him for at least ten minutes by his estimation. Yuuri kisses back with skill and equal amounts of affection, his hands clinging tight to Victor’s biceps like he thinks he’ll become a bat and fly away.

God Victor loves bats.

What Victor does not love is his entire staff cat-calling them and pounding on the glass windows of their office front. He actually didn’t even know Mila’s voice could pitch that high, and of particular note in terms of obnoxiousness is Georgi blaring “Young and Beautiful” from Yuri’s desk.

Yuuri breaks the kiss and hides as best he can behind the recycling bin a few feet away. Victor glares at his staff, sending them scurrying away like roaches. He pulls Yuuri out of the not-subtle hiding place and walks him inside to get his blazer. He puts it on him, Yuuri holding out his arms after a moment’s confusion, and Victor may or may not get a bit frisky with his (strong, corpse-lifting) shoulders.

Yuuri faces him and he hands Victor a white business card with an austere typeset. “Here.”

It’s his card with his information, like Victor gave the day before.

Yuuri runs his hand through his hair. “Um...call me. Whenever. I’ll go to dinner.”

He bites his bottom lip and exits, though when he pushes the door open he turns, opens his mouth, and closes it. Victor watches him go to the point where he sees the hearse disappear into the rest of the FiDi.

He looks at the card and grins.

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2019 Reading Goal Outcomes

Goal: 52 Books in 2019, no romances, no rereads

Result: 61

Summary: This was a year of fantasy, with the Throne of Glass series as hands-down the best one. I almost entirely read fiction, so will try for more non-fiction in 2020.

1. Reader, I Married Him - Stories Inspired by Jane Eyre, by Tracy Chevalier.

Short stories again, dipping my feet in the water of getting the reading habit up and going again. I read this entire book over the course of various subway rides.

2. Ahead of the Curve, by Joseph H. Ellis.

A business investing textbook that Ryan wanted me to read. Pretty interesting, nice explanation of the fundamentals, but limited applicability as it only pertains to certain cyclical industries.

3. Anya’s War, by Andrea Alban Gosline.

A lovely young adult story set in 1940s Shanghai in the Jewish community there, all the refugees fleeing Europe. Didn’t know about all the Jews who lived in China. They later left for the US.

4. The Silver Swan, by Elena Delbanco.

Father and daughter famous cellists, story about love, loss, legacy, and genius.

5. Redeeming Love, by Francine Rivers.

A very Christian novel, based on the Biblical story of Hosea. It was quite a moving story, but now I want to read some of her secular novels, just to see the difference. It was one of the books on my Kindle, recommended to me by Nicole.

6. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, by Dai Sijie.

Two adolescent boys sent to rural China for re-education during the Cultural Revolution. Translated from the French.

7. Tarnsman of Gor, by John Norman.

A sci-fi novel about a planet like Earth on the other side of the sun. The first in the series. Found this in our Edinburgh Airbnb.

8. Dear Mr. You, by Mary-Louise Parker.

A collection of letters to all the men in her life. I liked most the ones to the uncle of her adopted Ethiopian daughter, and then one at the very end to the oyster picker who picked her father’s last meal.

9. Lady of the Snakes, by Rachel Pastan.

A look at life as a female academic, trying to find the balance between her career and her family. I wonder if I ever feel as passionately about something as the protagonist, who is dedicated to a single famous author in Slavic literature, and his wife who is secretly the real author. The whole book made me remember the feminist comic about the mental load in a family.

10. Trespassing Across America, by Ken Ilgunas.

One man’s journey through the middle of America as he followed the path of the Keystone XL pipeline, and his reflections on the environment, our role, travels, midwestern folk, and long walks. Very gentle reading, and I definitely was surprised by some of the research that he has done about the history of the Great Plains. I didn’t realize what a drain on the US economy the farmers are, and that they are basically welfare farmers.

11. Bakhita, by Veronique Olmi.

The sorrowful story of one of the modern saints, a Sudanese slave who came to Italy. The story of her life, with the backdrop of colonization, slavery, and the world wars.

12. Plenty, by Alisa Smith and J. B. Mackinnon.

The two authors decide to maintain a 100-mile diet for a year. Interspersed with recipes every chapter, and alternates between their voices. A delicious and thoughtful journey, that made me want to leap into the kitchen and start canning and pickling.

13. Assassin’s Blade, by Sarah J. Maas.

Collection of short stories leading up to the first Throne of Glass novel.

14. Throne of Glass, by Sarah J. Maas

15. Crown of Midnight, by Sarah J. Maas

16. Heir of Fire, by Sarah J. Maas

17. Queen of Shadows, by Sarah J. Maas

18. Empire of Storms, by Sarah J. Maas

19. Tower of Dawn, by Sarah J. Maas

20. Kingdom of Ash, by Sarah J. Maas. This was one of the best high fantasy series I have read in a long time. Epic battles, intrigue, loss, love, courage, everything. I kept rereading my favourite sections for the rest of the year.

21. Haiku Love, The British Museum, by Alan Cummings.

Beautifully illustrated by mostly woodblock prints, I took photos of my favorites, from mainly the new love section.

22. My Last Love Story, by Falguni Kothari.

A cancer love story revolving around a love triangle in a Gujarati diaspora community.

23. Unaccustomed Earth, by Jhumpa Lahiri

Haven’t read anything by Lahiri since Interpreter of Maladies, so I’m glad to jump into more short stories. Fantastic, as expected.

24. The Grift, by Debra Ginsberg.

Fortune telling and human weakness.

25. A Court of Thorns and Roses, by Sarah J. Maas

26. A Court of Mist and Fury, by Sarah J. Maas

27. A Court of Wings and Ruin, by Sarah J. Maas.

I liked the Throne of Glass series better, but this was still good. There is one more novelette but it is supposed to be a bridge to a new spinoff series, and I would rather just wait for everything to be out and binge read them all at once. So I will stop here with this series.

28. Radiance, by Grace Draven.

29. Night Tide, by Grace Draven

30. Eidolon, by Grace Draven

31. In the Darkest Midnight, by Grace Draven.

Another epic fantasy, but in the end Draven is a bit heavier on the romance.

32. Master of Crows, by Grace Draven.

Series unfinished and hard to get a hold of.

33. A Little Life, by Hanya Yanagihara.

A devastating novel about friendship and trauma and New York City. Unforgettable. I read Veasna’s copy which has been making the rounds in our circle of friends and leaving us all ashes in its wake.

34. Graceling, by Kristin Cashore

35. Fire, by Kristin Cashore

36. Bitterblue, by Kristin Cashore

Another young adult fantasy series, again a pretty good one. This seems to be the theme of this year.

37. Look Who’s Back, by Timur Vermes.

A satire on the media focused world we live in, through the eyes of Hitler who woke up in the modern world.

38. Crazy Rich Asians, by Kevin Kwan

39. China Rich Girlfriend, by Kevin Kwan.

Both are fun and fluffy reads. I can see why they became so popular.

40. Before She Sleeps, by Bina Shah.

Dystopian, Handmaids Tale, with a South Asian setting and characters.

41. When Churchill Slaughtered Sheep and Stalin Robbed a Bank, by Giles Milton

Lovely collection of historical anecdotes.

42. Enemy Women by Paulette Jiles.

The American civil war was so bloody. I think Americans would have a better understanding of war if they fought wars on their own lands again.

43. The Hundredth Queen, by Emily R. King

44. The Fire Queen, by Emily R. King

45. The Rogue Queen, by Emily R. King

46. The Warrior Queen, by Emily R. King.

The premise was such a good one, and it was fun to be able to read fantasy in a South Asian setting, but the writing was flat and the characters annoyingly indecisive. They all seem to stumble from predicament to predicament, reacting endlessly but never able to do anything properly. By the second book I just wanted the story to end.

47. The Place of Shining Light, by Nazneen Sheikh.

A moving thriller about trying to smuggle an ancient Buddha statue from Afghanistan into Pakistan, and the stories of the people along the way of the journey.

48. Grave Mercy, by Robin LaFevers

49. Dark Triumph, by Robin LaFevers

50. Mortal Heart, by Robin LaFevers.

A fun trilogy set in historical times, with three different female protagonists who are also trained as assassins by a convent. Found it through a list of books recommended as similar to the Throne of Glass series, but it was different enough to still be enjoyable and not compared in my mind while I was reading.

51. Queen Song, by Victoria Aveyard

52. Steel Scars, by Victoria Aveyard

53. Red Queen, by Victoria Aveyard

54. Glass Sword, by Victoria Aveyard

55. King’s Cage, by Victoria Aveyard

56. War Storm, by Victoria Aveyard.

Again, this is a series I found because of my suffering from Throne of Glass withdrawal. The story is interesting enough, and decent attention to detail and logic with a lot of the action/battles. The protagonist did start to get on my nerves as annoyingly helpless and indecisive, but then the author started changing the points of view in the last couple of books, and some of the other characters found the protagonist as annoying as I did, so that was refreshing to read and gave me the stamina to finish the series. There are a few more novellas but I’m not interested/invested enough to find them. I’ll stop here.

57. Pick-up, by Charles Willeford.

Good old fashioned American crime novel from the 60s with a few unexpected twists.

58. Notes on a Banana, by David Leite. Memoir on food, love, and manic depression. The highs/manic parts sound blindingly productive. Glad for him that he sequestered himself during the whole AIDS thing. Wish there were some recipes, I might go look at his blog.

59. The Young Elites, by Marie Lu

60. The Rose Society, by Marie Lu

61. The Midnight Star, by Marie Lu.

A refreshing series with a true anti-heroine. You despise her so much almost throughout the series.

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June 18: Thoughts on 1x07 Contents Under Pressure

Finally continued my The 100 Season 1 rewatch yesterday. Wrote some notes:

It kind of looks like the Council is also the judicial system on the Ark, which honestly shouldn’t surprise me at all. Whatever hearings they do seem to take place in the Council chamber. I still think Marcus is basically the prosecutor or otherwise sort of in charge of the judicial function—Jaha is fine and still Chancellor but it’s Marcus reading out the summary of Abby’s case. She’s spared because her “medical expertise is still required” which fits with my theory about the Ark class hierarchy.

Raven identifies herself as from Mecha Station, so if I ever need to establish the canon nature of this fact, this is where it is, 1x07. Also, she identifies herself to Sinclair as if he didn’t already know her but that could just be because she doesn’t recognize his voice.

That moment when Abby hears Clarke’s voice was so lovely. Nothing in the second two seasons stirs my heart like small moments in the first two. Also when Jaha hears that Wells isn’t alive, fuck, that’s too sad. Get it away.

Apparently this is Miller’s first episode.

Also man I love storm episodes. Big weather events get me EVERY TIME.

They say at the beginning that Monty, Jasper, and Bellamy aren’t back yet—I know it’s been a while since I saw the last ep but weren’t they all in at the end of it? I remember Bellamy closing the gate and dramatically saying “there’s a storm coming.” And if you know there’s a storm coming, why would you wander the fuck off? Okay never mind, Bellamy went Grounder hunting. And this is also where Miller was introduced—his first scene is dragging in Lincoln.

Raven taking a drink of moonshine before sterilizing her hands and Clarke smiling fondly at her = why I ship (S1) Princess Mechanic.

OMG little doggy made out of nuts and bolts that is the most adorable thing. I miss the Ark aesthetic SO MUCH.

Honestly, that Clarke has assisted her mom in surgery, meaning she’s trained at least partly directly under Abby, makes me wonder how close they are/were. Like, a combination of them starting the show estranged and fan fiction too often painting Abby as a bitch or their relationship as strained has somewhat obscured what I think is canonically a strong bond between Abby and Clarke—not just because they’re mother and daughter, I mean they genuinely were close beyond even that.

The Bellamy, Miller, and Lincoln scene: First, it’s my headcanon that Lincoln was the spy on the camp the entire time, including back to the pilot (IDK who that actor was, I’m not saying it was Ricky Whittle, just that I think it was Lincoln-the-character in a lot of war paint and shadows), and that his reports might have been designed the whole time to keep Anya et. al. at bay, and also that he might have volunteered for the spying job because he was curious about the Sky People—and that fits with this scene. Second, when Bellamy says they’ve “lost” 10 people, I wonder if he’s counting exile Murphy. I hope so.

Bellamy sees a picture of a big furry creature and asks “What is that thing? Friend of yours?” which, first, haha Bellamy joke, and second, YEAH WTF IS IT? IT’S BEEN FOUR SEASONS WHAT IS IT?

Clarke’s grumpy cat get out of the way face = A+ more content like this please.

I love that Miller was introduced as a surly Bellamy minion and the whole time he was gay and only Jarod Joseph knew.

“In case you didn’t notice, his people are already killing us. How many more of our people have to die until you realize we’re fighting a war?” Interesting because actually most of those people didn’t die at Grounder hands at all. Two died when the dropship landed. Wells died because another delinquent killed him. Charlotte committed suicide. Murphy, if he’s being counted among the ten, was exiled after a series of events having nothing to do with Grounders. Trina and Pascal, who I’m pretty sure are already dead, died of acid fog, which is a Mt. Men weapon (I know Bellamy doesn’t know this but we do). And the other three were killed by Grounders, fair enough. Plus Jasper and Finn’s injuries. But still, ten Grounder deaths there were not. Also none of them were killed or injured at the dropship camp, which fits in with my theory that this was never a dispute about territory or a case of mean colonialists stealing native people’s land. The dropship camp doesn’t bother the Grounders at all.

There’s a little American flag at the memorial to the culling victims. Also, here we see the exact moment when Kane’s redemption arc begins. And a continuation of Jaha’s… I don’t want to say ‘redemption’ but like…transformation?

Okay, that’s ridiculous to say the people in the culling died for nothing—it wasn’t nothing because there aren’t enough life boats NOW there definitely weren’t 320 people ago. I mean I understand why the populace is angry but, haha, little do they know that between the Unity Day attack, the Exodus ship explosion, and all but 3 stations either exploding, crashing, or getting lost on the way to Earth, there are many more population-reduction events to come. Oh yeah and then radiation comes in a ridiculous overwrought wave and kills them all in a terrific shark-jumping explosion of silliness.

More Ark life details: “I swore an oath to protect and defend these people.” There’s something called “station representatives”—the same or different than Council members? Also they have a “mess hall.”

The dropship is three stories. Did I think it was two? Clarke has amazing boots.

The torture sequence makes me intensely uncomfortable, which is of course obviously the point. Again, nothing that the show’s done in the last two seasons accomplishes this. They just…try so hard to be constantly shocking and tense but it reads poorly to me, it reads like overcompensating for having nothing more to say.

I don’t get the station representatives thing. First, they’re not the council. Diana Sydney is one of them. And also there are, what, like a hundred of them? Why so many? What do they do? Is this like a primarily administrative job? An advocacy job? The Ark’s not that big, direct communication with the council doesn’t seem like it would be that hard. Are these also elected positions? How many does each station have, and how big is each station that they need, like, 10 reps per station? Some of them are pretty young, too; is this like an every-sub-group-has-an-advocate thing? Diana refers to her people as “the workers,” which I always assumed meant she was a rep for one of the worker-stations, like maybe Factory, but maybe it means she literally, specifically, represents “workers.”

I want a prequel that’s just like the political rivalry between Jaha and Diana. Actually, I want a refund on Season 4 and for it to be replaced by this prequel.

Say what you will about Octavia, but Bellarke’s torture plan was stupid as fuck—yes, it makes sense on the level of a preschooler (a very violent preschooler) but anyone with real cognitive skills should honestly be 10000% distrustful of any answer Lincoln did give because, like, why would he tell you the truth? If I were him, I’d get the torture to stop by pointing out the wrong vial. I mean he has literally nothing to lose; they’ll kill him but they would have done that anyway, and at least he takes one of their own down too.

That said, I feel like the more they made Octavia violent, over the seasons, and played up her ridiculously unrealistic amazing warrior skills or whatever, the more they ignored how smart and resourceful she used to be.

Abby didn’t “turn Jake in” though—he hadn’t done anything wrong, there was nothing to turn him in for. Like don’t get me wrong I love Jaha, but HE’S the one who floated his friend for a non-crime, so maybe he should take some of the blame for that.

I love Kane’s mom. Honestly, they used to have such good minor/side characters and they threw them away so willy-nilly and I thought, okay, I get it, we need casualties and there will be more good side characters but frankly there haven’t been. The quality of side character has declined precipitously. I literally cannot remember the last time a new character was introduced that I gave an honest shit about. After S2, there’s been like…no one on the sidelines who holds any interest for me. Probably because they’re all Grounders.

Finn’s using Raven’s jacket as a pillow, which reminds me of Jasper using Monty’s jacket as a blanket.

Finn’s basically just this totem Clarke and Raven pass back and forth. They’re both under the impression they literally need him to keep going (“he’s all I have;” “I can’t do this without you”) but like, really, what does he bring to the table? Certainly no literal skills, but not even that much by way of emotional support or devotion—especially not to Raven, obviously. And Clarke’s known him all of a week so the concept that she needs him for anything is like, I can see why she herself thinks that (in a normal situation she and Finn would be in a honeymoon phase, plus she just lost Wells so like I can see how she’d latch on to someone else in a pinch)—but it’s still laughable.

I’ve seen that shot of Bellamy and Clarke’s hands touching a million times but totally forgot they were handing off a torture weapon. And that their dialogue can basically be summarized as “deep sounding shit we tell ourselves to excuse our guilt for the reprehensible things we’ve just done that had literally no actual justification whatsoever.” I mean, I’m not judging per se, the show needs conflict and also they’re basically fetuses so they should be imperfect but still. How romantic.

My characterization of Clarke, most of the time, is so bad. I feel bad about this.

I’m trying to get a better sense of the delinquent camp but it’s difficult.

It looks like there are only 6 Council members, which semi-confuses me because it just seems like it would make sense to have one representative per station. I don’t think they’d give Prison Station a council member, but counting the Chancellor, that would still make 12. But then—do all stations have living quarters on them? I’ve been assuming yes but why should I assume that? Go-Sci very well might not—nope, never mind, that’s the only part left and I bet we’ll be seeing living quarters on it next year (by “we” I mean probably not “me” but you know). Anyway. How are the Council members elected then? At large? Also, post-culling, post-100, there are 2,237 people on the Ark. And Jaha says there are “only enough dropships to carry 700.”

I can’t believe people still know what the Titanic is to be honest. And would reference it so casually.

#the year 2017 #2017: fandom thoughts #2017: the 100 s1

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