#this comedy show got me bawling

[fortheunhinged]

Thinking about how at the beginning of the season Laszlo was appalled that Baby Colin enjoyed musical theater. And now, in the finale, he sings a song from a musical about how he misses his son and how they performed musical theater together.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #laszlo cravensworth #baby colin robinson #colin robinson #wwdits spoilers #wwdits 4x10 #this comedy show got me bawling #😭😭😭 #laszlo having to say goodbye to TWO versions of Colin Robinson now

[a-slut-for-smut]

*years later* thanks so much for the tag @lovelybeautifulpretty!! cant recall if i warned u before but i tend to go buckwild with these, sorry and your welcome :D

Here are top 10 fav films and surprise surprise, im just a hot mess of eclectic tastes 🤷‍♀️ in no particular order:

Robocop

This 80s masterpiece is a smart political satire/social commentary disguised as a comic book/action revenge movie that interweaves hilarious dark humor, ultraviolence and science fiction in a simple yet seamless plot. It will honestly SHOCK you just how much it has to say on American evolutions in capitalism, media influence, desensitization to violence, gentrification, and our perception of heroes, each in service of a greater conversation about identity and culture.

Atonement

I consider this film the pinnacle of an angsty/doomed romance executed perfectly on-screen: the performances, the cinematography, the music, EVERYTHING!! Funny story, me & the girlfriends went to see this in theaters expecting a typical period romance; left completely snot-dripping, bawling our eyes out. I shit you not, i felt the utter devastation from this film for WEEKS

Amelie

If there was a film to define the term "whimsy" then this is it!! Its so creatively rich, with such a fun and sweet art style in the characters, the way its filmed, the music, the romance- it'll make your heart ache for days.

Inglorious Basterds

I'm a big whore for Tarantino ever since Reservoir Dogs, but I consider film his ABSOLUTE masterpiece. The comedically distinct characters, the sharpness of dialogue, how he builds up the tension of scenes to the point of explosion with just a simple conversation- *CHEFS KISS*

Children of Men

This dystopian sci fi drama was made in 2005 but with all the social commentary woven into the background of the story, it is eerily topical in today's tumultuous political & social climate (which is very telling about us as a society I suppose). The director Alfonso Cuaron is a master at "show don't tell" filmmaking and it SHOWS. Also the tracking long shots in this film are something to witnessed, beheld even. Masterpiece.

Bridget Jones' Diary

My absolute FAV romantic comedy, i totally relate to this bumbling, epic disaster of a woman, even more so now that i'm 30+ like her. Fun fact, the plot is heavily inspired by Pride & Prejudice which is probably why i love it so much. Also Colin Firth 🥵 (which leads me to another fun fact- he was cast as Mark Darcy mainly due to the author's crush on him from his portrayal of Mr. Darcy in the 1996 BBC miniseries which put him on the map, and rightly so. I know the film adaption is super popular, but any P&P fan NEEDS to watch this version, so so good)

Chicago

This musical ruined all theater musicals for me forever- the film adaptation is THAT good!!! The spectacle, the numbers, the PERFORMANCES- Catherine Zeta Jones slayed as Velma Kelly (also my ovaries), i love it so much that i watched it 3 times back to back on a flight i honestly couldnt get enough lol

Kung Fu Hustle

This film is Stephen Chow's magnum opus- an action comedy that blends kung-fu and all sorts of historical chinese references and homages of the directors favorite films, you can tell the passion and the fun that went into making this film and it really REALLY shows. I consider this a perfect execution of what a live-action anime could be, this film is an absolute blast and classic

Annihilation

I've got a bit of a cosmic/existential horror kink (where a form of media makes you question the world/life as we know it or triggers an existential crisis) and this film gets it RIGHT. It's a philosophical sci-fi thriller but is so much more with its themes of pain and identity, exploration of humanity's disposition for self destruction but also its unsettling visuals and soundtrack. Funny story, the sound design is so alien/unsettling that it spooked my cat from her nap and got her staring at the screen with wide eyes and an arched back trying to figure out what the eff was going on (me as well).

Also love how its an all female cast but its never mentioned in-film; just a bunch of capable women going to take care of business (i didnt even notice until my 2nd watch)- im a fan of this approach as it in effect "normalizes" this scenario whereas calling it out as if its special just highlights how it's an exception...anyway, its a horrifically beautiful film.

Sicario

Denis Villeneuve can do no wrong in my eyes (nor cinematographer Roger Deakins), a beautifully shot thriller that serves as a social commentary on how laws are meant to be broken, lines are drawn and then erased when convenient, as long as it serves a so-called greater purpose, that keeping a moral code is a futile effort. Brilliant performed and written, nuanced characters, glorious cinematography and a killer soundtrack (RIP Johan Johansson), A+++++

alright sorry for the long rambling post, cant help myself! Tagging a bunch a folks that seem alive per my notifs, no pressure of course!!!

@writebecauseyoucannotbreathe @nuri148 @your-lavender-dreams @warbarbie @levi4mikasa @onigiri-dorkk @helena-thessaloniki @misplacedgamer @lovely-apparitions @ally147writes @stalactice @vero-icon @mylienated @hellhorsedotjpg @magicalanchordestiny

#thanks for the tag!! #tag game #robocop #atonement #amelie #inglorious basterds #children of men #bridget jones diary #chicago film #kung fu hustle #annihilation #sicario

[thatgirl4815]

List 10 Comfort Shows

Tagged by @thegalwhorants! Thx for the tag! (I think someone else might’ve tagged me as well a while back, but I’ve been going back through my mentions and I can’t find it…if that’s you, I’m sorry!) A lot of these are purely for sentimental value. They all have a special place in my heart.

1. Outlander - It’s the vibe of this for me. The beautiful Scottish highlands, the music, the characters. Claire is my spirit animal.

2. The Eclipse - *Everyone pretends to be shocked* …not much to say except I love it. FK = comfort.

3. Young Royals - I don’t know what to say about this except it’s such a sad, heartfelt story told in a short amount of time.

4. Agents of Shield - I watched all of this as it was airing with my sister and it just feels very close to my heart.

5. Alice in Borderland - Idk if I’d call this a comfort show exactly, but I love it so much that I couldn’t not include it.

6. Bad Buddy - This technically wasn’t my first BL, but it’s the first show that really got me into BL, specifically GMMTV’s content. Also, that rooftop kiss had me bawling for days. They make my heart so happy.

7. SKAM (all versions, but specifically France) - I can’t explain why, this show just had such a hold on me.

8. The Office - Yes, I know this is a very basic answer. It’s funny, ok?? Lol. (When it comes to comedy, I am also a big New Girl fan @thegalwhorants!)

9. Not Me - I love Gun sm. Also, Yok? I’m in love. Anything with First is comforting tbh.

10. Stranger Things - Specifically the first season. I was just OBSESSED with the vibe back when I first watched it. I probably watched it 10 times. Also a very basic answer, I know.

I know this isn’t what this game is about, but I want to throw out a most-anticipated show, because I’m getting really hyped about it and it just screams nostalgia/comfort—Percy Jackson. I just can’t help but bring it up, haha.

Because I feel like I’m a little late to this game as well, I’m not sure who to tag who hasn’t already played. If you’re seeing this, consider yourself tagged! <3

#comfort shows #game #tagging game #list ten comfort shows

[stardustcrusader]

So I stopped at a Jack-in-the-Box on the way here and the girl said 'Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?' not 'How are you doing today?' but 'Are you having an awesome day?' Which is pretty shitty because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I'm not having an 'awesome day,' I'm suddenly the negative one. Usually when people ask me how I'm doing the real answer is I'm doing shitty, but I can't say I'm doing shitty because I don't even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say 'I'm doing shitty,' and they're like 'Why? What's wrong?' and I have to be like 'I dunno, all of it.' So instead when people ask me how I'm doing I say 'I am doing so great.' But when this girl in the Jack-in-the-Box asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought 'Well today, I'm actually allowed to feel shitty. Today I have a good reason.' So I said 'My mom died.' and she immediately burst into tears. So I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile there's a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these really judgey looks because I made the Jack-in-the-Box girl cry. And she's bawling and she's saying 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!' and I'm like, 'It's fine, it's fine. I mean it's not fine, but you know it's fine. And I would like to order a Double Jack Meal and I've kinda got somewhere to be, so less with the crying and more with the frying, huh?' Then the girl apologizes again, and offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I'm leaving I think 'I just got a free churro because my mom died. No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.' [Throat clearing] Anyways, that's not part of the uh, okay, here we go. Let's do this. Here I am, Bojack Horseman, doing a eulogy, let's go." [...] "Beatrice Horseman, who was she? What was her deal? Well, she was a horse. She was born in 1938. She died in 2018. One time she went to a parade. And one time she smoked an entire cigarette in one long inhale; I watched her do it. Truly a remarkable woman. Lived a full life, that lady, all the way to the end--which is uh, now, I guess. It really makes you think though, huh? Life, right? It goes by, stuff happens, then you die. Okay, well that's my time, tip your waitress. Nah, I'm just kidding around. There's no waitress, but that's all I have to say about my mother. No point in beating a dead horse, right? So [inhales] Mom, you got any ideas? Anything? Mom? No? Nothing to contribute? Knock once if you're proud of me. Can I just say how amazing it is to be in a room with my mother and I can just talk and talk without her asking me to shut up and make her a drink? Hey mom, knock once if you think I should shut up. No, you sure? I mean I don't wanna embarrass you by making this eulogy into a me-logy. So, seriously if you want me to sit down and let someone else have a turn, knock once and I will not be offended. No? Your funeral. Sorry about the closed-casket by the way. She wanted an open-casket but, uh she's dead now, so who cares what she wanted. No, that sounds bad. [Stuttering] I'm sorry, but I-I think if she could've seen what she looked like dead she would've agreed it's better this way. I mean she looked like this. [Agonized expression] Kinda like a pissed off toy dinosaur. Coroner couldn't get her eyes closed so now her face is forever frozen in a mask of tremendous horror and anguish; or as my mom called it: Tuesday. Tuesday. My mom called it Tuesday. Hey mom, what'd you think of that joke? You like that? You never did care for my comedy. [Clears throat] Here's a story. When I was a teenager, I performed a comedy routine for my high school talent show. There was this, uh cool jacket I wanted to wear because I thought it made me look like Albert Brooks. For months I saved up for this jacket and when I finally had enough I went to the store and it was gone. They'd just sold it to someone else. So I went home and I told my mother and she said 'Let that be a lesson: that's the good that comes from wanting things.' She was really good at dispensing life lessons that always seemed to circle back to everything being my fault. But then, on the day of the talent show, my mother had a surprise for me. She had bought me the jacket... and even though she didn't know how to say it, I knew that she loved me. Now that's a good story about my mother--it's not true. But it's a good story, right? I stole it from an episode of Maude I saw when I was a kid where she talks about her father. I remember when I saw it thinking 'That's the kind of story I wanna tell about my parents when they die.' But I don't have any stories like that. All I know about being good I learned from TV. And in TV flawed characters are always showing they care with these surprising grand gestures; and I think a part of me still believes that's what love is. But in real life, the big gesture isn't enough. You need to be consistent. You need to be dependably good. You can't just screw everything up and take a boat out into the ocean to save your best friend or solve a mystery and fly to Kansas. You need to do it everyday, which is so hard. When you're a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough. That even though your parents aren't what you need them to be over and over and over again, at any moment they might surprise you with something... wonderful. I kept waiting for that. The proof that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me, and cared about me, and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting. Hey Mom. Knock once if you love me and care about me and want me to know I made your life a little bit brighter. [Silence] My mother did not go gentle into that good night. She went clawing and fighting and thrashing--hence the face. If you'd seen her, I swear to god, the only thing you'd be thinking about right now is that I am nailing this impression. I was in the hospital in those last moments and they were truly horrifying. Full of nonsensical screams and cries, but there was this one moment, this one instant of strange... calm. Where she looked in my direction and said 'I See You.' That's the last thing she said to me. 'I See You.' Not a statement of judgement or disappointment. Just acceptance and the simple recognition of another person in a room. 'Hello there. You are a person, and I see you.' Lemme tell ya, it's a weird thing to feel at fifty four years old that for the first time in your life your mother sees you. It's an odd realization that that's the thing you've been missing; the only thing you've been wanting all along. To be seen. And it doesn't feel like a relief to finally be seen, it feels mean. Like 'Oh, turns out that you knew what I wanted and you waited until the very last moment to give it to me.' I was prepared for more cruelty. I was sure that she would get in one final zinger about how I let her down and about how I was fat and stupid and too tall to be an effective Lindy Hopper. About how I was needy, and a burden, and an embarrassment. All that I was ready for. I was not ready for 'I See You.' Only my mother would be lousy enough to swipe me with a moment of connection on her way out. But maybe I'm giving her too much credit. Maybe it wasn't about connection. Maybe it was a... maybe it was an 'I See You' like 'I SEE YOU' like 'You might have the rest of the world fooled, but I know exactly who you are.' That's more my mom's speed. Or... maybe she just literally meant 'I see you... You are an object that has entered my field of vision.' She was pretty out of it at the end there, so maybe it's dumb to try to attribute it to anything. Back in the 90's I was in a very famous TV show called Horsin' Around. Please hold your applause. And I remember one time a fan asked me 'Hey, um, you know that episode where the horse has to give Ethan a pep talk after Ethan finds out his crush only asked him to the dance because her friends were having a dorkiest date contest? In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup's missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways?' And I didn't have the heart to like, 'No man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot.' So instead I was like 'Yeah.' And maybe this is the coffee cup. Maybe we're dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. Maybe when someone says 'I See You.' it just means 'I see you.' Then again, maybe she wasn't even talking to me, because if I'm being honest, she wasn't really looking at me. She was looking just past me. There was nobody else in the room, so I wanted to think she was talking to me. But honestly she was so far gone at that point who knows what she was seeing. Who're talking to, ma? Not saying, huh? Staying mum." [...] "Maybe she saw my dad. My dad died about ten years ago from injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like ‘Wait did you say he died in a duel?’ and ‘Who dies in a duel?’ The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided that he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor and he claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man. So he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter saying ‘anyone who didn’t like his book he would challenge to a duel.’ Anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night at a hotel. Well eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana who was about as batshit as he was and he took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d read the book and what he’d thought, but not looking where he was going, he tripped over an exposed root, fell, and bashed his head on a rock. I wish I’d known to go to Jack-in-the-Box then. Maybe could’ve gotten a free churro. Would’ve been nice to have something to show for being the son of Butterscotch Horseman. My darling mother gave the eulogy. Mind you, during my entire life I had never heard her say a kind word to or about my father, but at his funeral she said ‘My husband is dead and everything is worse now.’ ‘My husband is dead and everything is worse now.’ I dunno why she said that. Maybe she felt like that’s the kinda thing you’re supposed to say at a funeral. Maybe she hoped that one day someone would say that about her. My mother is dead and everything is worse now. Or maybe she knew that he had frittered away all her inheritance and replaced it with crippling debt. Which is a pretty shitty thing to leave your widow with. Bad news you lost a husband, but don’t worry, you also lost the house. Maybe Mom knew she’d have to sell her fancy jewelry and move into a home. Maybe that’s what she meant by ‘everything is worse now.’ Is that what you meant, Mom? I gotta say I’m really carrying this double-act. At least with Penn and Teller, at least the quiet one does card tricks.” [...] “What’s the difference between a first-year lit major and my mother, Beatrice Horseman? One’s well-read and the other’s a huge bitch. Yeah might’ve gone a little too far with that one. That might’ve been too ‘huge bitch’ for the room. I’m sorry, Mother, you’re not a huge bitch. You were a huge bitch... and now you’re dead. You know the first time I ever performed in front of an audience was actually with my mom. She used to put on these shows with her supper club in the living room and she used to make [inhales] she used to make me sing the lollipop song... And those parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts and ethically insensitive vaudeville routines and the big finale was always a dance my mother did. She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties and she did this incredible number and it was so beautiful... and sad. Dad hated those parties. He locked himself in the study and would bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He'd linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe as this cynical, despicable woman he married took flight. And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace--it meant something. We understood each other in a way; me and my mom and my dad. As screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it's like to feel your entire life like you're drowning with the exception of these moments. These very rare, brief instances in which you suddenly remember you can swim. But then again, mostly not. Mostly you're drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it, too... and Dad. All three of us were drowning and we didn't know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that's what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said 'I See You.' You know the weird thing about both your parents being dead is that it means you're next. I mean, it's not like there's a waitlist for dying; any one of us could be run over by a Snapchatting teen at any moment and you'd think that knowing that would make us more adventurous and kind and forgiving, but it makes us small and stupid and petty. I actually had a near-death experience recently. A stunt went bad and I fell off a building. I'm an actor. I do my own stunts. I work on this show Philbert. I'm Philbert. It hasn't come out yet, but it's getting heavy buzz. And, oh, speaking of buzz I'm supposed to take two of these every morning, but my mornings are so screwed up because of the shooting schedule I don't even know what mornings mean anymore. There's a joke in there about a guy who's been to so many funerals he doesn't even know what mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure out what that one means for yourselves. Anyway, wanna know what I thought when I was falling off that building and I went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died: 'Won't they be sorry.' Cool thought, brain." [...] "I don't even know what 'they' I wanted to be sorry. My mom, even before she died, could barely remember who I was, and of course, my dad's dead. The last conversation I ever had with him was about his novel. He was so certain this book was his legacy. Maybe he thought it would vindicate him from all the shitty things he ever did in his stupid worthless life. Maybe he didn't. Dunno. Never read it--'cause why would I give him that? I used to be on this TV show Horsin' Around. Seriously, though, hold your applause. Well held. It was written by my friend, Herb Kazzaz, who's also dead now, and this little girl named Sarah Lynn, and it was about these orphans. And early on, the network had a note: 'Maybe don't mention they're orphans so much, since audiences tend to find orphans sad and not relatable.' But I never thought the orphans were sad, I always thought they were lucky because they could imagine their parents to be anything they wanted. They had something to long for. Anyway, we did this one season finale when Olivia's birth mother comes to town and she was a junkie, but she's gotten herself cleaned up and she wants to be in Olivia's life again. And of course, she's just like a perfect, grown-up version of Olivia and they go to the mall and get her ears pierced like she's always wanted and--sorry, spoiler alert for the season six finale of Horsin' Around if you're still... working your way through it. Anyway, the horse tries to warn her 'Be careful, moms have a way of letting you down.' But Olivia just thinks the horse is jealous. When the mom says she's moving the California, Olivia decides to go with her--and the network really juiced the cliffhanger. Is Olivia gone for good? But, of course, it's a TV show; she's not gone for good. But, of course, it's a TV show; Olivia's mother had a relapse and had to go back to rehab so Olivia had to hitchhike all the way home--getting rides from Mr. T, Malf, and the cast of Snop. Because of course that's what happened. What're you gonna do? Not have Olivia on the show? You can't have happy endings in sitcoms--not really--because then the show would be over and above all else the show has to keep going. There's always more show. And you can call Horsin' Around dumb or bad or unrealistic but there's nothing more realistic than that. You never get a happy ending because there's always more show. I guess until there isn't. My mom would hate it if she knew I spent so much time at her funeral talking about my old TV show, or maybe she'd think it was funny that her idiot son couldn't even do this right; who knows. She left no instructions for what she wanted me to say. All I know is that she wanted an open casket and that her idiot son couldn't even do that right. I'm not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever knew how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out. But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me. 'I See You.' 'I. C. U.' Jesus Christ. We were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign. My mom died and all I got was this free churro. You know the shittiest thing about all this? Is when that stranger behind the counter that gave me that free churro is that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me in her entire god damn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Jack-in-the-Box didn't even know me. I'm your son. All I had was you. [Inhales.] I had this friend and right around when I first met her, her dad died and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later she told me she didn't understand why she was still upset because she never even liked her father. It made sense to me because I went through the same thing when my dad died and I'm going through the same thing now. You know what it's like? It's like that show Becker. You know, with Ted Dansen? I watched the entire run of that show hoping it would get better and it never did. It had all the right pieces but it just--it couldn't put them together and when it got cancelled I was really bummed out. Not because I liked the show but because I knew it could be so much better and now it never would be and that's... what losing a parent is like. It's like Becker. Suddenly you realize you'll never have the good relationship you wanted and as long as they were alive, even though you'd never admit it, part of you--the stupidest goddamn part of you--was still holding onto that chance. And you didn't even realize it until that chance went away. My mother is dead and everything is worse now. Because now I know I'll never have a mother who looks at me from across the room and says 'Bojack Horseman, I see you.' But I guess it's good to know. Good to know that there is nobody looking out for me. That there never was. That there never will be. So, it's good to know that I'm the only one I can depend on. And I know that now and it's good. It's good that I know that. So. It's good my mother's dead. Well, no point in beating a dead horse. Beatrice Horseman was born in 1938 and died in 2018 and I have no idea what she wanted... Unless she just wanted what we all want. To be seen.

-- Bojack Horseman, Season 5 Episode 6 "Free Churro"

#bojack horseman #free churro #long #i think a lot about this sometimes #text post

[seavoice]

okay i’ve been ruminating over why succession was so gripping and thrilling to me even if i hundred per cent am rooting for each and every person to fail explosively in the show, every time all the time. i hate cringe comedy usually but the cringe really is comedying this time i gotta say. and i think i finally got what’s most appealing to me about the characterization and story work, which is that...it’s really uninterested in rescuing these losers further than strictly necessitated by like. general humanity. 

the show i was watching before succession was this is us, which is of course very different sauce (even leaving aside the whole thing of the pearsons being about complicated but so clearly loving and painfully kind, non-billionaire people and the roys being. well. not that obviously). this is us is kind of known for its massive scope; the way it shows how lives stretch out and ripple in all ways and into all years, how you may know a person for an hour and still irrevocably change them, how a stranger carves your destiny, how every moment is hard-fought proof that you exist and have moved the lives of the people you love and all that good dramatic stuff that’s going to make you bawl your eyes out for an hour straight. so coming off that, one of the things i thought succession might do (early on, before i realized what they were doing) was sort of. pull the camera away for an episode (or even just a cold open), and show it from the perspective of the waystar employees or just normal people going about nyc, a quick sort of perspective correcting shift and back, just to drive home the utter ridiculousness of the roys. and even if not that specific this is us-inspired scenario, just a general store-bought Awfulness Mitigation ToolTM. heart of golder billionaire son. a beloved nanny. a single play in which greed loses out. anything that would re-contextualize the ridiculousness of the roys.

because over all it IS ridiculous right! it’s a power play. it’s a gambling addiction. it’s futile and stupid and greedy and inescapable in the way it’s this abusive family, but also in the way that. it’s an obscene amount of money! it’s status and birthright and entitlement and self-importance and it only ever ever can be taken even half-seriously by the people wholly entrenched in it. you pull back even a little from this cesspool of power hungry billionaires and are left with motives that are unreasonable and unrelatable for real people. but it strikes INCREDIBLY TRUE for these characters nonetheless, because they are not real people. and you see that, you see the disconnect in real time. you see why they would not make any other choice. why they are incapable of making another choice. they are not real people!  logan thinks his children don’t get it, don’t really understand the stakes, always seeing it for too big or too small, that they never have, but he is just as ridiculous as them now, even more so. he is as not-real a person as them.

and i say real people specifically because it’s such a big theme in the show, the nrpi and how “you’re not a real person” is levied as an insult over and over again, and just the out-of-touch meanness and smallness of their big grand lives. they are not real people! they use it as an insult, a negative marker, but they are never truly bothered by that disconnect in a way you’d expect from (let’s say) a lesser tv show about bad billionaires. 

they never really aim for even a parody of that ideal. like, you could make a case for kendall in his anti-dad era maybe, maybe shiv wrt personal politics, but in a more real sense...not really even then, let’s be honest. you see it in every interaction they have with people who are not the roys or the rich fucked up folks that play the roys’ games. just the tightness of this noose. it’s about the inescapability of a family, and thus it’s so rooted in the now and here. we never indulge in flashbacks. we never get a deeper look into the past than a quick glance over your shoulder, just as relevant as it has to be to get from point a to b.

logan says the past is fake and that’s true to how the show is envisioned. it’s never preoccupied in making you sympathize with the characters beyond what you’d sympathize with as a human seeing another go through a bad time. it doesn’t show you some hidden humane-ness or overemphasis  past tragedies or dig for saving graces. because it might be relevant to the family drama, but it isn’t as relevant to their company. and above all nothing is as relevant to the family as the company. the roys and their dirty empire probably irrevocably touch more lives than any other show dealing in multi episode epics about the kind stranger who brought you from the firestation, but it is never going to matter to them. they are not real people. it’s a show that tells you, okay, so we aren’t going to give you any tools to sympathize with these bad people other than a glimpse at their lives from their perspective, whole and sole. a mile in their shoes. do you relate to them now? that’s what usually works. and beyond all storytelling odds, it’s kind of...a no! and that’s a massive win for succession’s writing imo.

you don’t necessarily get to see them as sympathetic characters from their perspective, but you do get to see them briefly, as real people. but unlike other shows, them being real people doesn’t mean real people like your neighbour or your sister or the cd guy. they are as real as the actual failsons and faildaughters of greedy stupid billionaires and you are faced with the feeling of. wow they are just as ridiculous and stupid and hateful as they would be if they existed in real life. that’s the only time they are real people. writing!

#absolutely no idea what was my point after coming to the end of this #but had t get it out #i just think its neat. they are so awful it is really neat #succession #logan roy #kendall roy #shiv roy #it manages to make it compelling without going. you have to find them good

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

the Emmy nominations are here and thoughts first of all how is the bear a comedy series are you kidding me I was not bawling my eyes out every MF episode for y’all to call it a comedy series 2nd Jenna from a kids show wensday is nominated but Ayo Edebri isn’t oh I see racism won again because how literally how Netflix paid for it rust me ain’t no way that trash show got a nomination and Jenna is good actress but that role wasn’t her best let alone I’m her top20 roles be so fr

‪wait how is Ayo Edebri a supporting actress in her own series be so for real right now like she’s literally the lead with Jeremy Allen White oh they just racist and always wanna give the poc support category but have the big major categories be all just yt actors it’s very obvious!

#ayo edebiri #jenna ortega #wensday #the bear fx #emmys 2023 #daytime emmys #emmys #the Emmys

[emjayart]

Love Between Fairy and Devil

i know this Drama was aired back in 2022, but one thing about me is that i'd rather wait until the drama is completely aired than to wait in agony for the next episode to come and translated (that thing is no joke); i've done watching this show last month and boy was i cursed after this, i saw the cover and title on Netflix and i was like "eeehhh probably just a typical Cdrama, nothing special about it" but then i started to have doubts about my own judgement and decided to watch. oh boy i was wrong.

First, let me give my respect to the screen writers who spent 3 YEARS in writing the scripts, their efforts and hard work paid nicely <3, so does for all the visual effects team, choreograph team, etc for bringing this drama came to life so beautifully.

You can smell the strong chemistry between two leads. great casts!! standing ovation for Wang He Di for his performance!!!

ever since i started to fell in love with Cdrama i have never saw "what great power looks like" you know what i mean? like Ye Hua in TMOPB he was considered the brightest and all that, but the show did not give me any chance to actually witness his power at it's peak, same case with my beloved Hanguan Jun (though i still love him), Wei Ying (almost at a peak if it's not for him to deal with the power biting his butt back).

DongFang QingCang (dfqc) showed up with style, arrogance, domineering, invincible, confidence, that air that makes everybody even the heavenly emperor tucked their tails between their legs when he arrived at that Waterfall Hall to safe xiao lanhua, he summoned lightning and darken the sky, his voice like thunder; even when he was fighting with ChangHeng and his buddy Rong Hao. that HELLFIRE is hella sexy!! I NEVER BEEN THAT HYPED when i see a villain is about to destroy, the music, the visual effect, choreograph for DFQC is superb!! one swing of that man sends ChangHeng the God of War got beaten up like a dough, he was left unscathed, no drop of blood, stand so proudly in front of his opponents, WORTHY OF HIS TITLE, RESPECT AND FEARED. "the only person who can defeat DongFang QingCang is himself" he can easily kill xiao lanhua, but he didn't, yet he opened to the new experience.

i want to talk a lot about this complex character and his development throughout the journey which thumbs up to the Production House to be able to put his whole development as a character fantastically though i hate why you guys left us like that for the last 6 episodes, you can you that 4 more episodes to give us more!!

the are soooooo many scenes that i love, so many comedy in this drama, body swap, but the peak of the comedy is in Human Realm, when ChangHeng & DongFang QingCang became sworn brothers lmao, when DongFang QingCang crawled through dog hole (I'm dead) and so much much.

but the one that hit me the most is when DongFang QingCang mourned for xiao LanHua, guys let me tell you, i watch that episode around 10 pm and watch i think one more episode before i decided i can't take it anymore, i was bawling for hours i'm not even kidding, the fact the DongFang QingCang can't accept her death so he would rather stay in his dream if it means to be with her broke me into pieces. no Cdrama has ever done that to me, not even Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms (sorry Ye Hua and Bai Qian), i had that emotional breakdown for almost a week, i lost control over my emotional because of this show lol that i'm afraid to go out fearing i would have a breakdown in public. the effect are too strong on my emotions.

this drama is 11 out of 10!

as i said before, the only downside of the drama is how they did the story for the last 2 or 3 episode, too rushed, i wanted to see Goddess Xi Yun's devotion on nurturing DongFang QingCang's crescent moon spirit! i was so frustrated on how they end things, i want Season 2 of this drama mainly because i wanna see how great GLAZED FIRE is and i want to see that stupid heavenly emperor put to justice because honestly he does not deserved the crown!!!! never.

let's discuss in the comment on what you like and dislike and if i miss-mention something :)

#cang lan jue #xiao lanhua #dongfang qingcang #changheng #ronghao #love between fairy and devil #shuiyuntian #cangyansea #moon supreme #dylan wang #wang hedi #cdrama #chinese #fantasy #xianxia

[natsuki208]

Here’s the next list about the more mature and dark animes I like :)

Top 5 Darker Anime

5. FMA Brotherhood - To be honest, I think I enjoy the comedy more than the drama but it’s still an amazing and engaging story. I love the brother’s journey together and eventually getting the happy ending they deserved. (Sorry, spoiler)

4. Black Butler - I originally avoided this show due to the pedophilia. But soon I started loving everything else about it, and now I’m looking forward to what’s coming up in the new season.

3. School Live! - Don’t let the cute art style fool you. It’s actually a zombie apocalypse story but still manages to have heart. Ngl this anime is the first in a while to make me bawl, so a win for that. Hopefully I can soon get the manga to see the rest of the story unfold.

2. Death Note - The first dark anime I really got into; thanks to 2020. Everything from the characters, the music and the character driven story had me on the edge of my seat. If there are some who wanna try out an engaging, thought-provoking show, I will openly recommend this one.

1.Attack on Titan - Isn’t it obvious? I just can’t help myself with this show! Everything I mentioned about Death Note is turned up higher within AOT. Surely I’m not a fan of season 4, but it’s still an intense ride of action, horror, growth and most of all… the price for freedom. My love for it will never go away.

#anime #top 5 #top 5 list #dark anime #lists #best anime #thanks for reading

[m00ngbin]

Movies I think that everyone should watch but also probably read the warnings for:

1. The Menu (very funny, fucked me up for a week, good commentary on how the rich ruin passion and also everything)

2. Don't Look Up (what can I say I'm a sucker for movies that talk about how corporations and billionaires and the government are going to kill us all with their greed and ignorance and stupidity. This movie is terrifying and hilarious and I think you should only watch it if you're in the right headspace)

3. Any movie by Laika Studios (I Love stop motion animation and the movies that this studio has created are absolutely breathtaking)

4. Paranorman (this is one movie by Laika Studios that I think that you should watch. The style is gorgeous and it's funny and cool and Norman and his dad made me so miserable)

5. Kubo and the Two Strings (another movie by Laika Studios, can't tell you much cause I don't want to spoil anything but it made me bawl my eyes out what I was like 11 and fhelsofjskks it's really good and the style is gorgeous and the story is awesome)

6. Wendle and Wild (it's another stop motion movie, I'd be shocked if you haven't seen it. The main character is a punk afro indigenous girl who ends up killing two millionaires who are trying to decimate her town to build a giant prison and exploit the system for profit. The cast is really diverse and it's awesome and if you haven't seen it you should watch it)

7. Game Night (this movie is NOT animated this time, it's a live action comedy about a man (very competitive) who can't get it up because he feels like always he's being bested by his brother. During one of him and his friend's weekly(?) game nights, his brother gets kidnapped and they think that it's a joke for a while so they're trying to solve where the brother got taken to and it is SO. FUNNY. you have to watch it I beg of you)

8. Princess Mononoke (absolutely GORGEOUS. My personal favorite Studio Ghibli movie. So madly in love with Sen, Ashitaka and Lady Eboshi everyone in this movie is so hot. Loved the message that nobody was truly a bad person. Lady Eboshi was killing the forest but she was also kind and taking in lepers and women who otherwise would have had hard lives working in brothels. Anyways the forest spirit is creepy as fuck why does it have a man face)

9. Fantastic Mr. Fox (I don't feel like I even have to say anything. It's Fantastic Mr Fox. I think that by now you all know how much I absolutely adore stop motion movies, and this movie is so silly and heartbreaking and ughjhjhhhhhhh. This movie scratches just the right itch in my brain. I hate that fucking coach btw. Fuck that guy what was his problem)

10. This is just gonna be a shameless plug for all of my favorite TV shows I think you should watch (I don't even need to say this but mob psycho 100, the last of us, adventure time, Fionna and cake, Hannibal, Grey's anatomy (don't actually it's horrible and mind numbing,) bobs burgers, what we do in the shadows)

#my terrible secret #im a film junkie #its horrible #miserable #too tragic to bare #anyways special mention: the lego batman movie #i love the lego batman movie #also dont watch the menu if you dont want to watch a man shoot himself on screen

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

❝ ❤ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 🔪 ❞

Slasher oc x BlackFem!oc

⇸The following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ ♥︎

⇸ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc

⇸ ⚠️ Warning/Genre ⚠️ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.

⇸ Quick Sum up: ❝A rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.❞

Next chapter  ➽ 

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Ashe's eyes fluttered open whilst struggling to sit up. She props herself on her elbows as best she can she gently sweeps his bangs back from his closed eyes. August's arm draped over her waist, his bright orange curls matted into the pillow with soft snores admitting from him.

She reaches for her phone, plucking it off the charger. Frantically turning around she shakes him. "August? August wake up! "

No sign of movement. "August get the hell up!" She screams.

He jolts awake, squinting from the bright sun from the window. "How long have you been up?"

"Doesn't matter we're late!" She shows him the time. School starts in fifteen minutes. Hopping out of bed, they, unfortunately, had to play rock paper scissors for who got the bathroom first.

August won but showered quickly. She checks for messages from the group chat but sees her missed call logs. Ashe mentally cursed texting Stranger back then answering the group chat.

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Inside the car, Ashe gives Noelle, Brendan, and Sinclair an earful but not without her and August getting scolded by Calil. Not a fun drive they must say. Just barely making it before the late bell they spilt off to their classes when police and caution tape are spotted on the double doors of the gymnasium.

Ryver was sat aside being spoken to by one of Sheriff Quill's subordinates. Ashe's mom Harlyn swabbing what looks like blood.

Students crowded around, talking amongst themselves. This can't be happening. A body covered in a sheet was wheeled away when Ryver begins to bawl being escorted out. She overhears one of the officers giving their condolences.

Then it hits her. The riddle the stalker left in the video. The queen who was to be dethroned. Executed.

"It.... was Indie," Ashe said under her breath.

Unfolding the note, she sneaks away. The Demon Stalker mentioned shining a light on five eyes. Ashe ment to solve it yesterday but due to her anxiety, she wasn't left with much energy.

Now in the bathroom, she holds it to the ceiling light. Nothing happened. She reads it once more, replaying what they said in the video. Shine a light on five eyes.

"Five Eyes." She scans the flimsy wrinkled paper. "Five eyes...Five. Five eyes."

A light bulb goes off. "Five I's not Five eyes."

She opens her black light app shining it on the note. The Five I's illuminate the paper.

"Five I's spell invisibility."

Her phone starts ringing.

"Stranger listen before you say anything the killer struck again. He murdered Indie."

"I know, I was there."

She almost lost her balance. "Wha?"

"Babydoll I tried to save her but that fucking prick beat me to her. When I found her she was cut in two hanging from the ropes you guys use for PE."

Ashe wraps her arm around herself, dread twisting in her gut. She felt like she might throw up.

"Doll? You there?"

"Y-yeah I'm listenin'. That explains your missed calls. So what do we do now?"

"Lay low in the meantime. He killed her to make a point; to show off. To give the town something to be afraid of. Whatever you do, do not try anything without telling me. We're in this together and I don't know what I'd do if you died." Inwardly, Stranger was seething.

"Thanks for the concern." Ashe forwarded the note. "I figured out the note. It relates to invisibility. Not completely sure why though."

Stranger sighs. "It's about a mass stabbing twenty-one years ago. They were invisible and ridiculed by everyone around them except one girl but she disappeared."

Ashe nods, checking the time. "I've gotta go but we'll talk more later. Bye Stranger."

"Goodbye Babydoll." She hangs up.

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School was cut early to ensure students safety and wellbeing. Vice-Principal Theodosia announced on the loud speaker that grief councilors will be present tomorrow and that they'll be Panera catering for students as well. Absences will be excused for those who can't stomach coming in either.

Ashe tried reaching out to Ryver but he hasn't been able to talk about his loss so she sat with him at the Sheriff station. He kept crying. She remembered what that felt like. It wasn't like her tears from her anxiety attacks, instead it was raw, more agonizing. To know that suddenly you're alone and the one person you thought would never leave finally does.

Pulling into the driveway, Misty parks the car. Deafening silence sits between them as Ashe sinks in the passenger seat.

"I know you and that girl didn't have the best of luck with each other, but you did the right thing staying by Ryver's side today. "

Ashe never takes her eyes off the dashboard, chin trembling with her arms folded across her chest as she nods in response. Out of the car she kicks off her Converses trudging upstairs to her bedroom. Her headphones on her head as she chewed her lower lip, she'd wiped her eyes so much they turned red and swollen.

She'd muted her notifications, deciding to check every few minutes if any of her friends would call. But like clockwork her guardian angel came knocking.

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Tag list- @ebonyslasher @kuromi-kouhai-blog @peachjaem00 @nastyatticman @itzgabz22 @lxstfuleclipse @strxwberry-milku @iloveslasher @luna-ashe @house-of-elves

If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please comment below or dm me. I hope you enjoy ~

#black y/n #black reader insert #slasher oc #slasher imagines #slasher x s/o #black reader #slasher x black!reader #slasher community #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher original character #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #black!reader #black yn #black oc #black female oc #black fem reader #scream au #smau

[buddydollysims2]

get to know me tag!

@nervosims tagged me! thanks so much! I love doing these every once in a while :)

rules: tag 9 people you would like to get to know/catch up with

last song you listened to: well, when I was tagged I believe the last song I’d listened to was It Ends Tonight by All American Rejects, but earlier I was listening to Qveen Herby and ended on Pink Cadillac.

last show you watched: I think the last new-to-me show I watched was Midnight Mass on Netflix, which is fucking phenomenal; do watch it if you haven’t seen it. I bawled like a baby at the end. Erin, my beloved... 🥺 I’m gonna add listened to too, because I listen to podcasts far more often than I watch any movies or shows, and since Is We Dumb just ended, I got into Can You Don’t? and the first episode was really good! I’m excited to hear what they do with it. No Accounting For Taste with Kyle Kinane and Shane Torres is also very good. (I’m a comedy junkie for the most part, if you couldn’t tell).

currently watching/listening to: always Qveen Herby. I started listening to her ironically but she’s actually everything and I love her so much. But right now I’m just bumpin’ to Wild Party’s Phantom Pop album, ‘cause I was in the mood for it. As far as watching, I have Stranger Things in my queue because I haven’t got to it yet o__o and First Bite because it looks really really good—praying it doesn’t disappoint my gay vampire-loving heart.

currently reading: Between books right now but I just read The Seven or Eight Deaths of Stella Fortuna, which I’ve been recommending to literally everyone because it’s just. It’s perfect, it’s everything. (Aro/Ace Protagonist if that sweetens the pot for you!) I will say though, if you look into it and intend on reading it, it’s very trigger heavy as there are very explicit descriptions of SA multiple times throughout the book. I had to take breaks from it a couple times as I was reading, but it was so worth the read. I tried to start Frankenstein because I’ve never read it before, but it’s a bit tough to focus on when I usually read because it requires more concentration, being from an earlier time and having more flowery language that’s easier to get lost in. So, I think when I can get back out to the bookstore I’m gonna pick up The Sirens of Titan and reread that, Kurt Vonnegut has never disappointed me, I always feel so refreshed after reading a Vonnegut novel, but I didn’t really comprehend TSOT when I read it in high school.

current obsession: One of my OCs; a resurrected death god who attempts to live the normal mortal life he was robbed of.

5 songs I’ve had on repeat lately: (According to my Spotify) 1. Confetti - Qveen Herby 2. Free - Florence + The Machine 3. Curls - Bibio 4. 1985 - Bo Burnham 5. WILD - Qveen Herby

I tag: @simsisit, @carrotsimspia, @pollination-technician-27, @simvac, @simspirations2, @slythersim, @simnationlifebefore, @beau-broke (love your blog! where’s your simblr at? I’m dumb and can’t find it), and @s1ndle ♥

No pressure to do this if you hate tags! y’all are just a combo of the most recent unfamiliar people in my activity feed (thanks for checking in!), some I already knew but haven’t interacted with a lot, and a few of y’all I just love. You know who you are (I hope!).

#buddydolly #tag post #about me #non sims #music #I like this one because it's minimally invasive and I get to share stuff I like outside of sims #thanks again to nervosims! #tag commentary

[yanosolong]

Dreams

Two super interesting ones last night.

In the first one I was in nyc and my brother was there. I guess we had just left a comedy show, I don’t remember anything before that. And the details in general are fading. But there was a guy, real bro type, that I started talking to and he said something about going to see a lot of stand up and for some reason I got it into my head that we should hang out more, that I needed a buddy to go to standup shows with or something like that. As he walked away I said “hey what’s your name?” and after a pause he said “John.” So I said “let me get your number” and after a pause he said “it’s not the best night for me, I’m really stressed out” and got in his car and drove away. Then Blake said he thought he posted on some comedy forum as such-and-such. And I looked online and it was bert kreischer’s fan forum or something, and by looking at this guys profile I could actually see his real-time location and he was driving in his car. So now I felt like I was stalking the dude.

So at some point I guess I reconnected with him and we went to this show and he was sitting at a desk in the back of this small room, like a comedy club, and he said “this is my office.” Then after the show he walked away and I was sitting at the desk and playing with the conference phone and the other stuff on his desk. And I was sitting there thinking this guy is a real douche, what have I gotten myself into hanging out with him. Then he came back in and he was with another guy who was even douchier.

Then we got into our cars and drove our separate ways and I went into a tunnel and the system took over the controls and guided me to my exit. I didn’t expect it but i was enthralled with the extensive tunnel system that took me exactly where I needed to go.

Briefly I remember talking to some people about how Matt Damato recommended i do a film academy and I met a bunch of kids who were impressed by my commercial experience.

Mom and I went to a suburban house where there were at least two kids running around. On the way in I found a strange creature on me. It didn’t look like any kind of bug I’d ever seen. It was like a coinpurse combined with a crab claw. And the dad saw it and said “you have to be careful with those. They will reach into your mouth and pry your jaws apart with these” showing me some clawlike appendages, but wide and flat like a duckbill. He took the thing away.

So going into the living room, the youngest kid was as tiny as a newborn kitten. But he could talk. He was hiding under some pillows and stuff on the couch and I couldn’t even see him but he was talking to us and answering questions and stuff. Mom and I were looking at books that his mom had ordered with his name printed into them as one of the characters. I don’t remember any of what we talked about. Eventually he crawled out of the pillows and he had grown some, he was like the size of a normal toddler now. He was being cute and I leaned forward and gave him a pat, like I would with my nephew, just on his chest, like, sweet kid. And he started bawling, and I was really confused, and he yelled “I don’t want to be touched on a specific part, like on my chest, I don’t want a grown, fucked, married man with children to touch me that way!” And I told him I wasn’t married and I didn’t have kids. I didn’t even want to get into the whole thing about not being a man. But he started attacking me, hitting and grappling, and I started to realize he was growing larger. At some point he was pushing me toward the door and he was taller than me. I wanted to just go outside to avoid his belligerence, but I couldn’t find my jacket.

Eventually I found my jacket and I put it on and I felt something inside and it was another one of the crab things. So I ran to the dad and showed it to him, and I said, “What is this thing called?” He said, “it’s a god-queen.” Then I pulled the jacket off and threw it on the floor and when I opened it there were like six more inside. So he told me not to touch them, to wrap them in something, and he told another one of the kids to go and get a bunch of tongs, one for each of them. The kid groaned and went inside. I waited for what I felt was too long, they were starting to crawl away. I walked into the kitchen to try and find them, but all I saw was a sushi chef who looked at me oddly. His knife was bending around strangely almost in a circle. I walked away.

I found a piece of tinfoil and wrapped one of the claw purses up into it and as I did I saw the mouth opening, like a coinpurse, with little teeth inside and suddenly that part of my hand went numb. I realized it had some kind of paralytic in its saliva. So I went outside, hoping to burn it or something, and the dad was out there and he had one of those aluminum roasting pans just filled up with them, filed in vertically so tight they couldn’t move. I said “we can’t destroy them?” and he said “This is how we deal with them.” Then he pointed to another pan a few feet away and said “that’s how they look after a few months” and they were like giant rotisserie chickens.

When I woke up I realized I had an answer to the question if I dreamed in color. I was listening to a podcast recently and they were talking about dreams and the guest said that some people dreamed in black and white. The host said he had no idea if he dreamed in color or not. He couldn’t recall an example. As for me, I thought “of course I dream in color, what a silly question” but then I couldn’t recall for sure. But when I woke up this morning I could remember clearly the redness of those rotisserie crab-purses.

#dream #dreams

[dramadeer]

I just finished watching The Shipper and OKAY!!!

I decided to watch it because I had heard WILDLY different takes on it and nothing makes me want to watch something like seeing completely polar opinions about it. I went in pretty much unspoiled except for being told not to expect a BL because this show was not a BL. I totally agree! It's not a BL!

That out of the way, I did however think it was a good show. There were some storylines and narrative choices I could have lived without for SURE (the teacher thing was gross, for starters, but I understand why it was framed the way that it was) but I think the show was deeply effective in expressing its main ideas: 1) loving someone means seeing them, acting upon it, and, most importantly, telling them and 2) no life is expendable. The second one is pretty obvious throughout the show and it's the lesson Pan learns by the end, but I think the first one was maybe subtler and the theme that I enjoyed the most.

My favorite examples were Pan's admiration for Kim and Khet and Kim's relationship.

Pan "loves" Kim, dedicates so much time out of her life writing about him, admiring him, but she doesn't see him, not really. She only sees the image Kim tries to project and when she finally realizes he's a complex person, who has done bad things, it changes her attitude completely. She needs Khet and Way, the people who really saw Kim, who really loved him, who really Knew him, to contextualize these actions to finally allow herself to hold Kim's whole image in her head. To stop thinking in terms of "deserving love" which obviously become relevant again towards the end.

Kim and Khet, we know from Way, kept seeing each other, kept tabs on each other, protected each other, but they could never really talk to each other. And that's the tragedy of their relationship, that in the end Khet never got his chance to talk to Kim in any way that really matters. Our, and his, only consolation is hoping that Kim knew anyway.

But also I can think of Way not seeing his love until too late. Phingphing's love being often stated but rarely acted upon. Khet's inability to tell Pan several times.

Anyhow, before I start bawling again (what can I tell you, weddings and funerals, man). Here are some more thoughts:

I would have tightened the direction of the story a bit, sometimes it did feel meandering.

First was absolutely having the time of his life and I really hope to see him again one day a) in a comedy and b) playing opposite Jennie Panhan, all their scenes were INCREDIBLE. Also this feels stupid to even point out, but Ohm and First had incredible chemistry. Was is the weirdest chemistry I've ever seen? Absolutely! But that's not on them! That's on whoever cast them to play siblings/love interests.

I would have leaned harder on the framing device of shipping culture. Have fun with it! Deconstruct those tropes or play them straight, but PLAY with them!

At one point it almost feels like the show is gonna finally get into how our perception of celebrities doesn't match with their public persona and fans aren't entitled to these people's private lives, but uhm. Nope, no. They never do. It feels more like something they accidentally stumbled upon rather than a plot point. But at least we get that one scene between Way and Kim at the end.

I wanted more of Kim haunting the narrative! I wanted more of Kim and Khet (re: weird but effective chemistry)! Selfishly I wanted them to have their moment, even though it wouldn't have made sense narratively (but what is fanfiction if not wish fulfillment?).

Anyway. This show really leans heavily into the candy-coated teen drama cutesy aesthetic and that's how it gets you before it kills you. And no! The ending's dance number didn't make up for it!

#deer.txt #the shipper #I'm sorry this is SO rambly and definitely spoilery #I just needed to word vomit about this for a second and Lo hasn't watched it yet #it's the siblings stories guys #I see a story about siblings I cry

[jinxthighz]

Save Me pt 3.

I told bestie that I was going to take a break from this fandom and not even an hour later I post the next chapter of the fanfic LMAO.

The next few days have been… strange. That’s putting it mildly.

Your wounds were starting to close, being a fast healer had its perks. You had to change your bandages at least twice a day, and Jinx always insists that she helps you. You were still weary of her, unable to put your trust into anybody just yet. You would have slipped away, you were given many chances to. But Jinx started to show her mentality. 

You would always see her talking to people that weren’t there, or speaking to the dolls that hung loosely around the couch. More than once, she would have episodes where she would bang her head in with her fists. Crying and screaming and yelling at the air. 

You could escape, that’s true. But what then? Where would you go? Where would you get the supplies you needed? And then a terrifying thought. 

What would happen when she catches you? 

And you were certain that she would. You were a fast runner, one of the fastest in all of Zaun. But you couldn’t do much in your current condition. If you were being honest with yourself, you were afraid to leave. Jinx scared you, but you were very good at hiding it. Giving her small smiles and helping her through her episodes, being sarcastic and trying to make funny jokes when you felt things got a little tense. She had accidentally hurt you a couple of times, but she would always apologize. And you would always say that it was okay.

“How ya feeling today, sugar?” Jinx asked you. 

“Like I can breath again.” You could finally walk normally again. No more limping or hunching over. You stretched your body, bones popping and cracking. 

“There’s someone here that wants to meet you.” You perked up. Immediately feeling restless. You couldn’t help the dread that turned your stomach into knots.

“Oh... okay.” You smiled uneasily but Jinx didn’t seem to noticed. You heard footsteps, and before you was the man that ruled the undercity.

Silco.

You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, you bawled yourself hands into fists. You made sure to dig your fingernails into your palms, trying your hardest to show no reaction, to keep yourself grounded to reality. You waited for him to speak first.

“Hello, y/n.” You finally blink. How does he know my name? You silently asked yourself. Stupid, Jinx probably told him.

“Hello Mr. Silco… sir.” Jinx stood on the side, silently watching with a sly smile and observant eyes.

“Do you know why I wanted to meet with you?” You gulped. You reverted to your defense mechanism of comedy.

“Because some random is sleeping with your daughter?” Oh how you loathe yourself.

“Pfft-” you can hear Jinx cackling, but know better than to turn and look. It sounded like she was trying to hold back her laugh, but has no self control to do so.

“I mean- I’m not sleeping with her, sleeping with her. I meant that sometimes we share her bed.” You try to fix it but realize that that also sounds pretty bad. At this point, Jinx is doubled over holding her stomach. Watching you struggle was hysterical.

“I understand.” Silco says with patience.

“At first, I was uninterested in meeting you. But then Jinx said your physical description.” Silco’s fingertips met, his eyes looking over your form.

“You look exactly like her.” Okay? What?

“Like who?”

“Your mother.” Your breath hitched, nails digging deeper into your palms. A sudden pain in your brain. Your eyes twitched, trying to close, but you forced them to remain open. Your brain pulsated painfully.

“Y/n?” You heard Jinx say.

“I’m fine.” You strained to say. You looked back up at Silco, fatigue plain on your face.

“I wouldn’t know what she looked like. She died when I was little.” At this Silco raised a brow, confused and intrigued.

“Did she?” Judging by your looks alone, you seemed to be the same age as Jinx. Maybe even a little bit older. He did the math in his head, coming to a conclusion that split your brain into fours.

“It’s true that she’s dead. Now. But what you say, it would be impossible. Veridia worked for me.” Your heart stopped.

“What?”

“She worked for me for 18 years. We had settled a contract just before I began to rule the undercity.” No. That can’t be-

“That can’t be right.” There must be some-

“There must be some explanation. Some logical explanation,” you swayed back and forth, trying your hardest not to hyperventilate.

“S-she- s-s-she-” you ran your fingers through your hair. Unable to grasp what he was trying to explain.

“Y/n?” You heard someone say. The voice was muffled, masked by a loud ringing in your ear.

“I have a photograph here.” Silco reached into his jacket and pulled out a picture.

“I thought you might want to see it.” You look at him, then at the photo. With a shaky hand, you take it. It was Silco standing next to a woman. You sucked in the air through your nose. She looked exactly like you. As if you were twins, with a few differences here and there. She had a small, tight lipped smile and bright happy eyes. Next to her, was the body of a man, the face obscured by black scratches that tore a hole in the photo. Subconsciously, you tough your own face.

“But- but she died.” A tear went down your face as you looked up at Silco.

“Did she- did she ever talk? About me?” Silco’s shoulders sagged just a bit.

“Only once. She said you died in a terrible fire.” You looked at him with disbelief.

“But that’s a lie. Why would she lie about that? Why would she leave me?” Silco was mulling over an answer, trying to tread carefully. You felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Jinx, eyes watery and red. You suddenly relaxed, realizing that Jinx truly cared.

“I don’t have an answer, y/n. But when she told everyone that you had passed, we all believed her. She mourned and she grieved. Threw herself into her work. Never taking breaks. I don’t understand it myself. But I do know one thing.” He walked closer to you.

“Me and Jinx both do.” Jinx took your hand, turning you to face her.

“She left you. She abandoned you. And for what? Nothing. You were betrayed. And a betrayal like that is just- just,” Jinx spoke aggressively. Linking her past experiences with yours. You stared into her eyes, trying to bring yourself back to reality. To keep yourself away from distorting your mind into the brink of insanity.

“Why am I here?” You had to look away from her. To Silco.

“Your mother, while working under me, had a project that could change the city of Zaun and Piltover. She believed that there was a secret in the rich histories before the city was founded. A secret so profound, so powerful, it could affect the entirety of the world. And after years, she finally cracked it.” You were feeling very annoyed at this moment. Squeezing Jinx’s hands, not too tight, but enough to relay your irritation.

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“The key to the secret, is within your blood.”

#arcane #arcane league of legends #jinx lol #fanfic #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #jinx #jinx brain rot lol #imagines

[singto-prachaya]

Time for a talk about my watchlist and what I think about the shows I am currently watching. 

Dear Doctor, I’m Coming for Soul

I am so glad they toned down the music and the music choices. It makes it so much better. I really like this so far but I’m afraid of an unhappy ending.

Kinnporsche

I was so hyped for this show only for me to not feel it. It has to much comedy elements so far for me. I just want more action scenes. I’m not even like “I need to see this the day it comes out”. I can watch it days later and it’s fine with me.

Our Days

I already said before it’s a slow burn and it still is. I am getting frustrated with Soh tho. He needs to get it together.

Rak Diao

I am still in love with this show. Watching it fansubbed since One31 is really slow with subbing. I don’t mind if this show will end up having 20+ eps.

Secret Crush On You

Still not totally liking the main couple. But SkyJao ❤️❤️❤️ Iove them so much. I wish we got some more DaisyTouch. I really liked the moments of them together.

Star And Sky: Star In My Mind

I was a bit worried since New directed this. But I really like it so far. I also love Joong and Dunk’s chemistry. And I love Pawin’s character in here.

The Miracle Of Teddy Bear

Hand down the best BL airing right now. No if’s or but’s. It is. I love the social and political commentary in this BL so much. It’s ending this week and I really hope we get a good ending. I don’t wanna bawl my eyes out.

What Zabb Man

I’m enjoying this. And I could always use more BankBonus. Their chemistry is just fire! I could do without the annoying bitchy woman tho. Had enough of them.

#dear doctor i'm coming for soul #kinnporsche #our days #our days the series #rak diao #secret crush on you #star and sky: star in my mind #star in my mind #the miracle of teddy bear #what zabb man #thai bl #watchlist

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

hi!! do u mind if i request? maybe a tommy x reader who’s been struggling recently, with like getting out of bed, doing homework and stuff, and one day she doesn’t respond all day (probably just lying in bed all day or sm) and tommy goes to her house to see what’s up and comforts her and tries to help (even tho he’s lowkey bad at it he can always make u laugh that’s fax) and they kinda have like a ‘self care/help day’ with face masks and movies and unending laughter? thank u so much!!

Oooooo my first writing request! By the way it's written, I assume the reader is a female so that's what is gonna be written! Thanks for requesting!

I accidentally made this a little more dramatic than intended...

I Don't Know What To Do (So I'll Make You Smile) (Plat!Tommyinnit x F!Reader)

He didn't quite understand why you became so... Unmotivated lately. You briefly mentioned that you couldn't drag yourself over to your desk, let alone bring yourself to do the homework your teacher assigned.

Normally he didn't care too much and always said (jokingly) about how you should drop out of school and become a minecraft streamer. He got heavily scolded by Philza for suggesting it though. Normally, though.

Lately he's been taking glances at your report cards when you weren't looking and saw you mostly has C's and D's down the board. You were failing.

At the time, he didn't know how to bring it up or whether or not he should, and asked Philza Minecraft for help on what he should do. Phil explained to him that your mental situation was actually looking pretty bad and he suggested that Tommy go check up on you as soon as possible.

So, like any modern day teen, he texted you way more often than before, anything from asking if you wanted to hang out or stream with him, or sending you some stupid tiktok he found.

At first it was working and Tommy couldn't help but feel proud of himself. But then one day you didn't text him back.

His brain just told him you were busy at that time and left it at that, but then it struck 6pm and he still recieved no response.

A little annoyed by being ignored, Tommy threw on a quick sweater and his shoes before heading to the door. After a quick shout to his mother, explaining that he was heading to your house, he stepped out and walked across the pavement.

Within a few steps, he was standing at your door awkwardly. Normally he would've just burst in with a lame yet some how dramatic greeting to your parents before storming to your room (it happened at least four times a week. They got used to it within the first month.) but now... Something held him back.

Were you okay? Were you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he was being a bit too dramatic?

Ah. Since when has that ever stopped him?

With a sudden burst of confidence, he grabbed the doorknob and let himself in. Your parents were at work so he made sure to be extra annoying this time, pay back for ignoring him! "I'm breaking into your home!" He yelled dramatically after reaching out and pressing the doorbell a few times to alert his existence even more.

He took his shoes off and made his way to your room, the pathway ingrained into his mind at this point.

When he reached the door, he gave a brief knock (he had manners. Sometimes.) Before turning the knob. "You better be decent for both of our sanity!" He called before finally opening it.

Your room looked... Empty... at first. In the beginning, he thought you weren't home, that is until the blankets began to shift and there was an annoyed groan.

"Soooo dramatiiiiic..." You huffed, unfurling yourself from your cocoon of blankets to glare at him jokingly, but he looked more surprised.

"You look like you got hit with a bus!"

"Well screw you too..."

Tommy snorted before awkwardly sitting on the edge of your bed. "So.. why haven't you been up today? Or... Well.. Passing your classes?"

You were definitely shocked that Tommy noticed, and part of you wanted to joke to ease the tension, but you figured that would make it harder on him. "Well... See... I've been struggling a lot with my mental state and everything just became really stressful, but even then I couldn't do it... And.. Well still can't.."

"Why... Not?" He looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged slightly, running your hand through your bedhead... Which you could see Tommy trying his absolute hardest not to snicker at.

"I don't really feel motivated... I can't even really get out of bed.."

The blond boy gave you an awkward pat on the arm, making you roll your eyes. "Uhhh.. You.. wanna watch a movie? Or... Oh! Maybe we could go egg Wilbur's house while he's off being a simp for Nikki!"

You scoffed and began to laugh into your hand which caused Tommy to greatly relax. "That's hours away, Tommy... We'd never get there before my parents get back. But we can watch a movie?"

"You're no funnnn!" He whined dramatically with a slight hint of a smile before shaking his head, "Go at least brush your hair while I find a movie, it looks like a porcupine got struck by lightening."

You rolled your eyes and slowly began to shuffle out of bed to make your way to the bathroom while Tommy turned on the TV in your room, having been here enough times that he knew how to use it.

When you came back, mostly cleaned up with a sweater thrown over your pajamas, you saw Tommy putting on one of his favourite comedy movies. There was also some snacks he had probably raided your kitchen or secret candy stash for, but you didn't mind. You flopped back down into your bed, while Tommy hit play.

"I never under stand why women always make such a bit deal over pulling those face mask things off of their face!" Tommy gestured to the scene that was playing in the movie. "Also why do they need so many face products? Doesn't water and dish soap do the trick?"

"You do NOT use dish soap on your face!" You gaped at his response to the movie. "And trust me... Those peel masks hurt." You saw Tommy roll his eyes for a moment before you got an idea. "Wanna try?"

The teen looked at you as if you were high on glue, but then he saw the challenging look in your eyes, and everyone knows that Tommy Big Man Innit NEVER backs down from a challenge. Or maybe he knew it would make you happy? "It can't be that bad!"

You knew he was gonna regret that.

You paused the movie while you scrambled to get your skin care products ready. First you made him wash his face, moisturize, etc etc, which he complained about non stop, but you always told him to quit whining or he was admitting to losing against the woman in the movie. He instantly quit complaining, calling the actress and pansy and hell bent determined to prove himself as an alpha male.

You made him put his hair back with a cheap headband you had, which caused his blond locks to practically flare out in every direction. After laughing about it for a minute, you made him sit down so you could paint the mask on.

"Sit still!"

"But it feels weird!"

"Keep quiet or this brush is going up your nose!"

"You wouldn't DARE."

"Wanna bet on it?"

After about five minutes of even more whining, you finally got the masks painted on you both as Tommy decided to take a picture of himself for Twitter to meme about.

Tommyinnit

Women are weird with their face skin care stuff...

While you both waited for the masks to dry, you had some how convinced Tommy to let you paint his nails but ONLY if he could do yours as well. We all know Tommy isn't about that toxic masculinity.

Once it was dry, you could see Tommy scrunching his face repeatedly, most likely not used to the unusual feeling. "Can I take this off now? I'm determined to prove myself better than those actors!"

You bit your lip to hide your grin as you gave a nod. Because yours was also dry, you showed him how to find an edge and how to pull it off.

"Ow! What the hell!?"

You snickered as you watched Tommy begin to yelp in pain as he began to pull the mask off, only able to do tiny tiny little bits at a time before needing a moment to gather himself, eyes watering.

You, being a boss, were already majority of the way done pulling the face mask off causing Tommy's jaw to d r o p. "You're a literal hell spawn! How are you not bawling your eyes out from the pain?!"

"I've done this quite a lot of times honestly. It's not that bad." You lied through your teeth. Honestly it hurt quite a lot, but you were just enjoying seeing Tommy gawk at you before trying to peel the mask off more, only to yelp and whine.

It took twenty minutes, and eventually, he got the product off and stared at his reddened face in the mirror. He decided to take another picture (with permission) for Twitter with you being a smug little shit while his eyes were still watery and his skin still irritated.

Tommyinnit

I respect women even more now...

(Yourusername)

@/tommyinnit Wimp.

#tommyinit mcyt #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #dream smp #tommyinnit #mcyt #mcyt x reader #platonic x reader