and i am done!!!

Season 2, Episode 13: Mr. and Mrs. Mxyzptlk, subtitle: that was horrible and disgusting and i wish i could rinse my mind out with bleach and forget about the terrible, sexist, toxic, anti-feministic, 45 minute man-child pissing match that i just witnessed
—  the titled was clearly abridged in my television guide

Mark: Mark is absolutely fully capable!

SM: Challenge accepted

Mark: *After 3 debuts, two comebacks, and a high school rapper show* 


Mark: Mark is absolutely fully capable


Mark: Of changing his mind.

  • Albus: Teddy, pretend to be my mom to Scorpius's mom.
  • Teddy: [picks up the phone] Hello? This is...Mum Potter. The children are playing swords. Sorry. Playing with swords. Oh no. They are dead. Do not call again. [hangs up]
  • Scorpius and Albus: ...
  • Teddy: Sorry, I panicked.

afflicted-with-wanderlust  asked:

Hi your marauders group chats give me life!! They're hilarious! Just checking, how many have you written? Only 2 have come across my dash, but are there more?

if you want to 100%  see all of them track the tag ‘caroline does social media’  but so far we have: 

glad u like them!!!

Whom The Gods Favor (1/?)

I am in under the wire but proud to add this little offering for the Monster Hunter + Soulmate day of Fantasy Pretzel Week. I haven’t a clue if I will ever get more than this little bit down but @barpurplewrites encouraged me to go ahead and just write up what I could and I am glad she did because this was really fun and I really hope I get the chance to share the rest of the story with you guys. 

1.2k |  Rated: T | I’ll link archives if I ever finish it. 

Despite the wind and rain lashing the Irish countryside the small pub was warm, awash with light, laughter, and the smell of hearty food, it was quaint, too quaint, and as Emma Swan stood on the threshold she felt a warning run up her spine–not everyone here was human. She evaluated the room with the practiced ease of years dealing with the preternatural but there were no obvious signs of what she was up against, no dark spots, no color shifts, no shimmers indicating magic, no malicious, hungry eyes, staring back. A few patrons gave her a passing glance or a nod but none seemed to be overly interested in the soaking blonde in a red leather jacket and jeans. If she had been younger she might have ignored the warning but she had learned to trust her favor, had scars both physical and emotional to remind her that while the Gods were fickle their favors could always be relied upon, and so she kept her guard up–an easy task since she rarely let it down.

She strode to the bar and slid onto the stool. A short, bearded man approached her with a dour expression. Emma ordered a hot chocolate which earned her a huff. So much for the friendliness of the Irish. Not that Emma wanted to make friends, she was here on a job and once it was finished she would move on to the next one and the next. It was a good life, rewarding in its way as she used the favors the Gods had bestowed to help humans with their problems or with the more vile preternatural elements in the worlds. She wasn’t strictly a Hunter but had been known to kill or trap a monster when needed. She hoped, for Belle French’s sake, that there would be no creatures this time around.

When Belle had contacted her about her missing child Emma had wanted to refuse. When babies were taken they were rarely recoverable–eaten, used in spells, transformed, taken to another world, whatever it was the kid wasn’t coming back– and she told Belle to just accept her son was gone. But the woman was stubborn, full of a fire that Emma couldn’t help but admire, and not afraid to play dirty.  

“Don’t you wish your parents had tried to find you?” Belle had asked.

“How did you–?”

“I do my research. You were weeks old when they found you on the steps of the temple. You grew up in and out of foster homes, never knowing who your parents were or why you were left.”

“My parents abandoned me because I was Blessed,” Emma said darkly.

“Or you were stolen by a god and then blessed and your parents are still looking for you.” Belle shot back.

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alright lads, here are my thoughts on supergirl, both this weeks episode and just in general. supergirl is meant to be about kara, everyone knows that, and the first season was so good. it was so empowering for women and little girls who watched it, and it had an interracial couple as the main romantic pairing, and it was just… it was so good. kara’s character was phenomenal, and she had all this underlying anger and pain that she’d spent years hiding and then it’d just come out and you really just realised that the biggest part of kara’s identity is that shes kryptonian, she isnt human. she lost her entire world, her people, her family and friends, her religion and language, and she felt that pain and that sorrow and she, very rarely, let that show, and when she did, it was an unforgettable moment, and you actually got to see that in season 1.

and then in season 2, literally all of that got thrown out the window, trampled on, and then set on fire. kara has essentially been reduced to a background character in her own show, and the couple they spent an entire season building up to got pushed aside so that she could date an entitled, misogynistic, douchey white guy, who really doesn’t care about kara, outside of the fact that shes pretty and he wants to get in her pants. every single good thing he’s done hasn’t been because he’s a good person, it’s been done as if to say “see im a great guy we’d be an awesome couple”, it’s been done simply to get kara’s attention. he’s selfish and uncaring towards kara and how she feels.

and kara seems to have lost every single feminist ideal she had, and even though she’s spent the entire season moaning about how mon-el and her wouldn’t be a good match, and that hes just inherently not a good person, she somehow ends up making out with him for three minutes at the end of the valentines day episode that the producer said was going to be sanvers centric. but of course, ‘sanvers centric’ means getting a whole 4 and a half minutes of sanvers screen time compared to the maybe 2 they normally get. once again, queer characters are being used to garner viewer attention.

and the two people who are always there for kara (aka lena and james) and build her up and know that shes this beautiful strong unstoppable force get pushed aside so she can be with a mediocre white boy who belittles her and puts her down. and im just so angry and hurt that the CW would do this to a show that was so good and powerful and extraordinary in its first season. like im actually so mad about this season of supergirl and uncomfortable with how theyre treating kara, like a twisting feeling in my stomach uncomfortable with it. kara couldnt have been more clear about her dislike for mon-el, and how incompatible they would be together, and yet here we are, once again with the forced white, heterosexual pairing being shoved down our throats. and, sure, maybe im overreacting, but im just sick of women and queer girls being treated as second rate characters only there to gain viewers, or to uplift a less than average white, cisgender, straight boy.

tl;dr: kara’s characterisation has gone to shit, mon-el is gross and undeserving, and women and queer girls are treated like shit. supergirl writers, get your shit together.

I'm from X, you're from Y, here we are, come together

kill me please i have no idea what is that even, and i haven’t read it second time but i am almost sure it’s at least decent

how had i managed to write lutteo ficweek month before wtf i was too ambitious then

i kinda changed a little the prompt but i know i can so have fun

DAY 1: “Ok sleep well” “And how am I supposed to do that after what you’ve just told me?” 

(also title kygo - firestone)

I’m from X, you’re from Y, here we are, come together

“I hate you, you know?” She can hear snicker in her phone, and she rolls her eyes. Her friend is being hopeless again. Ambar is sitting on her bed with her laptop opened and scrolling through facebook newsfeed. It’s pretty late, but oh who cares, she can sleep later tomorrow since her classes are cancelled. This university seemed being such a good choice, yet she’s not sure now how will she manage until the end of term.

Of course I know, you tell me this for the third time during this phone call,” Matteo sighs slightly, “but I just want you to embrace this feeling, Ambar.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Of course she doesn’t. She is Ambar Smith, she never had crush, or been interested into someone more than just attracted to them.

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Gale Anne Hurd blocked me on Twitter at some point, no doubt because I have expressed my disappointment with the choices the show has made at times. Is that really the way to treat the fans? Block them if they don’t fawn all over you 100% of the time? If they say they didn’t like something?

It’s not just me as one lone voice in the wilderness. The ratings are tanking for a reason. Maybe–MAYBE–they improved with the anticipation of Caryl last night; I have no idea. But there’s no denying that they’ve been tanking overall this season, and that just wasn’t enough Caryl to keep us going when we most likely won’t see anything between them again for at least another season.  And when all we ever get anyway is ambiguous. I think many of us are at the point now where we need more than hugs. I know I do.

Why do I even watch this show? I’m not a masochist. At least I never thought I was before. 

WIP of a new Trollhunters OC because this is what my life has become and endless mess of making up new angry rocks to go with the other angry rocks.

I am a purveyor of angry rocks.

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