Pour one out for the homeschooled girlies . Lord knows we need it
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no no you guys don't get it. the x files cancer arc was, excuse the pun, a fucking white whale of a tv plotline that would not have worked nearly as well on literally any other show. it was a complete hail mary. the writers' room nearly didn't make it happen because they were worried it would fall too deeply into soap opera territory. and on any other show, it would! but the x files is about four key things: mistrust in the government, faith in both science and the otherworldly, building a life around trauma, and the fine line between love and codependency. it is the only show where the entirety of this situation- a government experiment on an unwilling young catholic leads to a terminal illness that is counteracted by a literal scientific miracle in the eleventh hour due to her partner's refusal to accept her impending death- could both happen at all and happen well. none of the themes in the cancer arc were new to txf at all. they'd all been lurking, to some extent, in the background since the pilot. the cancer arc wasn't merely milking a left-field catastrophe for the drama, it shoved the overarching themes of the show to the front and said look. look what these people are to each other. look how impossible it is to face the darkness alone. regardless of when the plotline was conceived, it was always going to happen. it was the only way the story could have ever gone. they were always doomed from the beginning
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Crying at this panel now
Because because becsuude he is saying ENJOY those tuna subs, and its ham and swiss RIGHT? That WAS THE LITTLE JOKE.
LOOK CLOSER — I accidentally drew the wrong type of sandwich, so it’s just canon that isadore just cant fucking identify a sandwich to save his life
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a confession
last year, i published my first book.
it was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences of my life. i felt ashamed. terrified. instead of sharing the news with family and friends, i hid it, horrified that if any of them read it, they'd finally realize what a fraud i was.
writers, you know what i mean. creative pursuits and imposter syndrome go together like jam on toast, or ketchup on hotdogs, or... well, you get the picture.
lately, i've been trying to develop a healthier relationship with my writing. a positive one. creativity dies with doubt, it dies when we refuse to believe in ourselves and attempt to bury our flaws. life is flawed. it's imperfect. but there's beauty in coloring outside the lines, and so this is me practising what i preach.
this is me turning over a new leaf.
last year, i published my first book; a collection of short horror. seeing as it's nearly halloween, it seems as good a time as any to do my first real plug for it-- even if that plug is a year late.
CROOKED ANTLERS is a compendium of dark fantasy and urban legends. it blends the stylings of neil gaiman, chuck palahniuk and frank miller with the 'found footage' vibe of modern creepypastas to create horror for the digital age.
is it perfect? nah. but it is damn spooky, and that's all it ever set out to be. so if you're looking for a fresh tome of ghost stories, look no further-- i've got you covered.
oh? and if everybody else could plug their own work on this post too, that'd be great. let's tackle this imposter syndrome thing together. show me what you're cooking!
thanks and HAPPY OCTOBER!
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I finally finished reading the fourth volume of svsss in full, and thing is--the first time through I only read the bingqiu content because I was ravenous for more of their happy ending.
Turns out that was a perilous mistake.
Because I started reading the airplane extras. And I swear to god. MXTX is trying to kill me
What do you MEAN demon lord Binghe was sitting on his big fucking throne. All stoic and forbidding. Surrounded by his demon generals who don't know shit about human courtship. Asking them what he should do, fully demoralized by constant rejections from sqq, only to have airplane tell him to act more pathetic and needy. Which is already hysterically funny and insane, UNTIL LBH'S RESPONSE IS THIS, KILLING ME INSTANTLY:
LUO BINGHE. WHY DOES HE SAY IT LIKE: "I already tried that, didn't work--nothing works :/ not mean, not maidenly, not housewife, not spicy, not capable disciple. Is doubling down on clingy really all it will take? What's a born hater with only one love in his life to do????"
The dichotomy of him sitting there like 'how can I reach the unfathomable depths of shizun's heart?' A HEART HE'S ALREADY WON OVER, MIND and then in the Holy Mausoleum solving the puzzle without blinking and being like 'oh yeah you just have to hit the acupoints, no sweat.' Literally the comedy writes itself I'm so--
How am I supposed to be normal about this. MXTX understands the juicy quintessential queer joy of a person with the world's power at their fingertips wishing only for love. Willing to do anything to earn that love, when unbeknownst to them it's already been freely given. Totally not screaming and yelling and clawing at the walls
And that's not even touching airplane's uproarious account of events. The way he's like 'lol what's next, lbh and sqq are best friends now? smfh' only to see lbh TACKLE SQQ LOVINGLY. FOR SQQ TO BE BASHFUL ABOUT IT BUT SO SO FOND OF THE LITTLE SCAMP. This when we've been experiencing sqq's constant inner monologue of 'I'm so cool and so dignified about my role, truly the epitome of propriety and poser-level fortitude.' Meanwhile, in their universe:
Airplane constantly flaming???? Sqq and lbh in his observations????? His absolute bewilderment and confusion????? Legendary. No notes every single second of this shit was hilarious.
Airplane's comment that sqq + older adolescent lbh traveling together was just watching a couple in their honeymoon phase. OR the fact that lbh is exceedingly petty and refuses to share their food in the wake of airplane's interruption of their time together, until sqq relents sheepishly and insists airplane eat what's left (ONLY AFTER PLACATING LBH WITH MORE FOOD FROM HIS PLATE, SOBBING)
Watching airplane salivate over Mobei-Jun and acting like that's totally normal behavior. Finding out mbj and airplane got together first. Finding out sqq encouraged airplane. LIKE THIS. WHILE HE IS STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS OWN FEELINGS:
Mobei-jun clearly thinking their arrangement is a forever thing, heartbroken his human abandoned him with all the hapless fury of a scorned wife swept away by false promises of fidelity. Airplane writing demons to be the type to beat up their crush lovingly and still unable to connect the dots about mbj's feelings. Mbj letting him go and respecting his wishes, only relenting when there's indication airplane was poorly processing his own feelings and didn't actually want to leave. Mbj caring for him and listening to him as soon as airplane voices what he needs directly and with clarity. None of these gays are functional and it's everything to me
Unrelated, but I physically can't hold this information in anymore:
I'm still reeling from younger lbh having his sexual awakening from the image of sqq wrapped in the immortal binding cables. Condemn me as you like he was so, so real for that.
And no I will not be taking any comments about how luo bingge couldn't bear to see luo binghe cherished in ways he never got to have and all the haunting implications of that. I will also not be taking any comments about luo binghe's instinct to look for sqq in that alternate universe, only to be shaken to the very core to be unable to find his shizun anywhere. The unspeakable and latent horror of his relentless mind likely piecing together what happened, but unable to say it; to suspect what is true, and live with the harrowing confusion of his double's actions. To blame himself, to assume that he had let his anger get the better of him in that world and result in unspeakable folly...
I also refuse to talk about how heartrending it is to hear Tianlang-jun weakly say "In the end, I really can't bring myself to hate humans." The implication that the foolishness of that hope and bright-eyed fondness--the very thing that put him through such unspeakable agony--couldn't be beaten out of him entirely. To discover that his faith in Su Xiyan hadn't been misplaced, to the contrary: his beloved hadn't scorned him at all, but rather fought to the miserable end to protect the fruition of their genuine feelings of love when she couldn't protect tlj or herself.
How MXTX has sqq deliberately draw parallels between their situation and that of ygy+sj and tlj+sx; desperately wishing it might not be too late for them. The concept of breaking cycles of abuse and harm pervasive throughout the newly devised story, how it evolves for the better only when love takes the place of power, pride, and domination. How the moment sqq chooses vulnerability instead of saving face, the genre shifts to the so-called "cringe" girly genre where most if not every character is more fulfilled, more true to themselves. How the "male-oriented" former genre was aimlessly sensationalized and sexualized, how it was a sustained performance of aspirational toxic masculinity. How men objectify other men without end. All of the unspoken gendered implications that come with that.
Anyways. Going to go put my head in a sandbox and try to process everything I just witnessed because even a second reading is not enough to find a modicum of closure.
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lol some of yall be feeling so good making y/n the most white coded thing alive wether yall right them with white or lighter race features/characteristics or putting a pale person in photos meant to represent y/n with the other main character.
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I've decided the only reason Lloyd, known descendant of dragons, didn't tell this to Egalt, who refuses to train non-dragons, is for the same reason he never mentioned he's the First Spinjitsu Master's grandson. It just never came up. Nobody asked him directly about it. And besides, he's only like, one-fourth dragon, so does it really count? He doesn't look like a dragon, and he has never in his life considered himself a dragon. Mentioning his ancestry to Egalt probably would've just made him look like some hotshot, or make him more annoyed. There's no need to bring up such a silly little fact. He's sure it won't be important later.
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The purposefully avoiding each other. Sneaking in looks when the other is turned away. The tension filling the room. The resentment. The hurt. The yearning.
The fighting, the jealousy, the bitterness. And then turning around and protecting and worrying about each other. A slow rebuilding of bridges and trust. A hope for their future, that they can be better and move forward together.
It's everything I ever wanted.
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Talking about fakir with fakir fans: while fakir is a fun and genuinely likeable character the show dropped the ball on recognizing and holding him accountable for how he behaved towards mytho in season 1. The show has an element of fairytale violence to it—not meant to be taken too seriously—but fakir has been downright abusive towards mytho for YEARS and that leads to some genuinely uncomfortable scenes that are not treated with the gravity they deserve. The show could have benefited from either toning down the extremity of how fakir’s actions or taking the time to create a proper resolution to his and mytho’s relationship. As it stands, the nonchalance with with the show treats mytho’s abuse is, in my opinion, one of its biggest flaws
Talking about fakir with the mytho heathens: YOUR HONOR IN HIS DEFENSE FAKIR WAS JUST GETTING A LITTLE SILLAY WITH IT
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people on this site will see content creators begging, pleading, screaming for interaction speaking about how disheartened they feel and asking for even a lick of attention and be like "wow it's so presumptuous and cruel to act that way about your loyal customers - the lurkers and viewers on this site!" while not reblogging or interacting with anything and then not two days later they'll have the gall to come online whining about how all of their fandoms are fucking dead. like two guesses as to why that is.
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I just want to see them happily retiring together, with him as a Battlestar Commander turned househusband, and her as the Secretary of Education, a working wife. Then, years later, a party asks her to run for presidency, and she gets elected, and they become the unstoppable power couple they are.
(Also not me, trying to write a fanfic where they first meet at the Galactica decommissioning ceremony and then fall in love. Adar regrets losing her, especially to an aging soldier he deems unworthy and socially inferior.
He even insults them, saying she's playing a matador, messing around with a Tauron bull, and trying to SA her. But she punches him in the face (because Bill taught her boxing skill), and it's all caught on camera. Suddenly, she's the talk of the town, praised for defending herself against assault and becomes the new face of #metoo.
And Tauron people all become fans of her because she chose to defend her Tauron partner and chose him over the frakking President of the Twelve Colonies himself. And baby Kyliegh Curran as Lenore Usher, may or may not be their granddaughter from Lee and Dee, who's so close to and loved by her grandparents <3
But since English isn't my first language and I'm so busy with work and adulthood, I don't even know if I could find time to continue drafting this shite. I just love Roslin x Adama in AUs without the attack soooo sooo bad.)
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steve starts carrying around a lighter when starts to get feelings for Eddie. he noticed that Eddie always forgets his own. Steve tells himself he can get away with it because he’s the ‘mom’ and looks after everyone, he’s just looking after the newest member of the group.
What he tries to keep secret from himself is that he lives for the times eddie forgets his lighter. in these moments Steve can let himself get close, cup his hand around the cigarette and sometimes Eddie’s own hand, trying to keep the flame going. He doesn’t have a problem with liking Eddie, he feels more alive than he has in months, feels like he’s coming back to himself with these desires to wine and dine The Eddie Munson.
What he’s worried about is scaring Eddie off. He’s got this wonderful, loud, hilarious, inexplicable boy in his life and Steve doesn’t think he’d manage without him now. So he bides his time, trying to see if he can collect enough evidence to prove to himself that turning on the Harrington charm won’t end in him losing a person he’s suddenly come to think of as home
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actually they don’t get them at all will would say some shit like “Trust was never a requirement, Dr Lecter. Not for what we have.” and then hannibal would say some shit like “So says the lamb to the lion.” and then a crash cymbal would hit periodically for the next thirty seconds. or something
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What am I gonna do when croissant finishes the game their journey... TT_TT I don't wanna say goodbye to them!!
I don't know buddy I've been wondering the same thing :') Let's not think about it-
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it will never stop being insane to me that possibly the most accurate adaptation of sherlock holmes (minus any explicit mention of drugs) is from Gay Lawyer Visual Novel Spinoff Series: Let's Go To Meiji Japan and bc it wasn't public domain yet, the localised versions decided to call him fucking HERLOCK SHOLMES
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B5 for the moon lesbians please...... I have been starving for so long.......
Thanks for requesting this one anon, and you have the very last of this batch! Now my inbox is cleaned up, and I hope everyone had a fun time with these prompt fics 💜
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B5. A character that isn't used to being protected finds someone who will protect them from anything
The daughter of her goddess likely only knew protecting others. She only knew how to be the interceding shield suffering the pains of a fierce blow. She knew how to wield a sword for justice, with anger, and with a fierce, nearly unshakable pride.
Isobel knew, however, that Aylin had never known what it meant to be the one who needed the shield. They stood in the otherwise empty camp in a secluded bayside alleyway. Aylin paced on the small bridge while Isobel watched, irritated.
"You need rest, Aylin," Isobel insisted.
"Our comrades march onward to certain death into the grip of that madwoman Orin," said Aylin, hand tightening into a fist that lasted for only a breath. She turned to Isobel. "How dare I lounge when they suffer?"
"My love, do you remember what you said when you returned from that wizard's tower?"
"Lorroakan? That swine was no wizard, he was—"
"Aylin." Isobel steeled her voice and glowered at Aylin.
A sudden, almost sheepish reticence crossed Aylin's face. "I suffered a lassitude that I still feel. It is as if I am a piece of twine coming apart at both ends, and I cannot understand why I am being pulled taut."
"You need rest. Contemplation." Isobel approached her, resting a hand on Aylin's chest. "You are a warrior, but you don't have to fight every battle if there are others capable of doing so."
"I shall let none believe that Dame Aylin flees a battle."
"You are not fleeing," chided Isobel, "but you are letting me sit with you. You'll let me have that, won't you? We can talk. We can watch the bay."
She gestured towards the open waters with a few unmoored ships floating in an almost idyllic tenderness. The waves around the ships hardly crested. Even the wind was gentle. A light breeze slid between both women as they looked across the water.
"Will it be like those days before?" Aylin asked softly.
"Yes, of course."
"Will you...?"
Isobel waited, but she knew Aylin wouldn't say it. "I'll name every kind of bird that flies past us, and I'll brush your hair all the while. If only you'll let me."
Still gazing upon the waves, the corner of Aylin's scar-cracked lips curled into a faint smile. "I would like that."
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