and i feel like i will never stop loving them and being angry about what the writers did to them

1. frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.

Did you know that when you
push someone so far off a ledge,
their heart stops beating for minutes at a time
because they’re scared you’re gonna
push them all the way off?

Did you know that when
you decide you’re not going to push them
all the way off that ledge,
they’re not going to want to stay with you
any longer; they’re not going to want to
stick around to see if the next time,
you will push too far?

I push people so far away from me,
arms length isn’t in my vocabulary.
This is bodies of water worth away;
the Pacific Ocean has nothing on me—
I’ll push people so far,
they won’t be able to see my face but
when they finally decide they need to leave,
I will swim the length of the ocean to
pull them back to me.

Did you know that it doesn’t matter
if you swim oceans worth of water
to make it back to the person you don’t want to lose
because you almost killed them when you
teased them, holding them off
that ledge; do you realize that
they aren’t going to want
to stay, no matter how much you wheeze
from the trek to and from where
you left them?

2. A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.

Touch me on the shoulder and
push my hair behind my ear and
whisper to me that you love me and
tell me I’m beautiful and that you
need me and need me and need me and
I will never stop loving every inch of you

UNTIL

one morning you wake up and you
leave too early or you
forget to say goodbye or
you just exist as you are but
don’t remind me that I’m okay and
I decide that you’ve begun to hate me
and in turn I hate you right back

UNTIL

I remember that I love you and
if you leave me I will never be able to breathe again and
I love you and I love you and I love you and
it feels like you’re ignoring me and
I just want you to love me

UNTIL

I realize I have to leave you before
you leave me; and you, inevitably, will leave me so
I decide you no longer mean a thing.

3. Identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.

Laugh and I’ll laugh with you,
cry and I’ll cry too.

Say something cute and I will
say it again later when you’re not there and
tell me your favorite color and
it will be my favorite color too.

Not only will it be my favorite color but
I’ll paint it on my apartment walls and
I’ll buy a whole new wardrobe with nothing
but clothes that color and
tell me that you love high heels and
I’ll buy 60 pairs and when you dye your hair,
suddenly I’ll do my hair the same way.

Laugh and I’ll laugh too,
cry and I’ll cry too.

Hate someone and I’ll hate that person with you and
love a celebrity and I’ll love her too and
I’ll paste her posters all over my apartment walls and
I’ll watch all her movies and
listen to all her music and

you’re gonna think we are just
/ so, so alike / when really,

you make a move and I mimick you;
you make a move and I say JINX in my head
as if we moved at the same time and
you’ll owe me a soda even though really
I owe you a personality but
I don’t have the capacity to afford one.

4. Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging.

When I drive to therapy I am running late
because I am always running late and
I drive my car too close to the side where
the parked cars sleep for the night
and I hit a side mirror with my own and
drive away so fast I drive through a stop sign
right next to a preschool and
at therapy she asks me why I am being
so reckless and impulsive and I say,
“What are you talking about?” because
I can’t understand that my behavior
is at all impulsive
and reckless.

I don’t eat all day because I want control until
night comes and I eat and
I eat and I eat and
I eat
and the toilet bowl calls out to me and
I vomit until the veins in my eyes
streak red lines in their white and
I look like the monster that I feel I am.

5. Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self- mutilating­ behavior.

In a moment of absolute and utter hopelessness I think to myself,
“If I kill myself she will feel so fucking bad,”
and I swallow bottles of pills because
I think I want to die and I also want
the people who did me wrong to feel
the same ache that I have in my chest because of
what they did to my heart.

I am angry with my friend and she
thinks that I will cope the same as any
normal person and I go home / after our / fight / and /
I take a blade / to the soft flesh of my wrists ///
and slice ////// until the bathtub fills with red
and /// I think to myself,
“that will fucking show her.” ////
(I don’t tell her what I did. I want her
to know but the pain calms the anger;
the blood is enough.)

6. Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood

I sit in my apartment with Friends
playing on the TV and I laugh along
with the annoying laugh track and then
I drop an empty cup on the carpet and
I scream out with rage as if
the cup was filled with acid and
it burned through the carpet and hard floor
even though the fucking cup
was fucking empty.

7. Chronic feelings of emptiness

Do I even have a heart
beating in my chest?
How can I be alive when
I’m nothing more than
an empty shell?

8. Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger

As a teenager, doctors were desperate
to explain away my emotions;
they would say that I was just
an angry girl and that
sometimes kids are angry
and when I punched holes in the walls
and sliced open my skin out of pure rage
it was okay because I was just
The Angry Girl and
it simply didn’t matter what was causing
that severe emotional response.

9. Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms.

These are not my hands.

You can’t help me heal
when I don’t
actually exist.

I swear
you can’t see
me when
I’m like this.

Can you see me?
I can’t feel my limbs.

I’m scared. Please,
look at me so I can
know that I exist.

—  THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE PART 6: BPD EDITION (han hyland)
Obsession {Part 2}

Writer- @myhellyourstories

Requested- Anonymous

Request- Hello!! Can I please request a Harry Hook imagine with a female reader as Mal’s younger sister who Harry has an obsession with and he just loves her but she doesn’t like him back and he maybe kidnaps her? Anything you want in the story though! Thank you!!

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.

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Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary- Mal’s plan doesn’t work out very well, (Y/N)’s and Harry’s past is revealed.

Warning(s)- Kidnapping, Cursing, Hating Uma, Talking about abuse.

Words- 2178

A/N- I’ve decided to make a part 3 or maybe even a miniseries, idk which one yet.

Originally posted by momomoon

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Hey, all!  Amy here and feel free to skip this, but I noticed a huge thing going around with fanfiction writers and fanfiction readers. Kinda throwing arrows at one another over mistakes and how they should be addressed.

Okay, first off: stop.  Ew.  It’s gross. Y’all are big boys and girls and y’all can act like it.  You don’t need to attack each other at the knees behind the safety of your screens.

Secondly:  there are points on both sides.  People who write have a right to be proud of their work and can choose not to accept criticism.  On the other hand, people who read and absorb the work have the right as well to point out mistakes they noticed if it’s meant to be helpful.

So how can people interact civilly when it comes to fanfiction and it’s accompanying critiques? By following a few internet rules, plain and simple.  No, I’m not gonna tell you to forgive and forget or just roll over and let the other person have their way.  That’s not what you do IRL and that’s not what you do online either.  Instead, both persons have a series of rules to follow in order to try and make the most of their experience.

Originally posted by m-blunicorn

FOR THE WRITERS:

I start with you because you’re the ones who have poured your heart and soul into this baby. And I get it, I do.  When you spend hours and hours slaving over your baby, going over the idea thousands of times in your head, trying to get the idea on paper, and trying to make it look good, then oh heck to the yes it’s your baby and you’re gonna defend it to the death.  I expect that and that’s okay.  What’s not okay is when it interferes with your ability to check in with the situation and see if they actually meant harm, so here are a few rules I’ve started to use over my years of fanfiction writing:

  1. Read the entire comment for content.  This is a bitter pill to take, especially if they sound condescending or snarky.  I’ve run into a few of them, and they’re never pleasant to deal with, but some of them have good ideas.  Try to filter out the junk of the comment and get to the meat of it all.  (I’ll get to what to do if there’s no meat later)
  2. Take a break from the comment when you get angry. And chances are that if it’s an unsolicited comment, you’re going to get angry.  This is your baby and you’ve worked hard on it.  If the crtiquer isn’t at least taking that into account, you may even get furious.  Get up and walk away.  They do not deserve your wrath.
  3. Decide for yourself if they have a point. Most critiquers tend to leave their comments because they’re trying to help in their own (somewhat obnoxious) way. If they’ve got a point, thank them, but also try to express if the critique was delivered well.  If it was, tell them so they can help more people. If not, tell them so they can work on it.  IF THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY POINT AT ALL AND ARE JUST BEING RUDE, get rid of it.  They’re not worth your time.
  4. Respond or toss.  This is up to you.  If they had content that was actually useful, then they were being helpful like they were trying to be.  If they had content and it wasn’t useful, it’s up to you what to do.  If they had zero content in their critique or it wasn’t relevant at all, skip it.  They’re not worth your time.

I actually formed these rules after an encounter with a critiquer who was completely neutral in tone, blurted my mistakes for the world to see, and essentially made me feel like the absolute worst writer in the world.  They weren’t harsh, but their critique did hurt me, especially because I’d still just been starting out.

The first thing that happened was I got angry.  I was livid, furious.  Like, how dare they?  Couldn’t they just sit back and enjoy the story?  I spent a good week or so avoiding my fanfiction account just because I was so pissed off.  I ended up talking to my mom and she asked me if they had any points.  I think she was going for “if they don’t, then they’re not worth your time”, but they did. After that, I went back and tried to see it from their point of view.

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Didn’t mean I suddenly wasn’t mad at them.  I was mad, but I also realized that they, in their own roundabout and hurtful (to me, who reads inflection into typed words and winces at every loud noise and criticism) way, were trying to help me.

I worked on it, and I don’t think they ever commented on my stuff again, but the people who already loved my stuff?  The people who said that my stuff was ‘cute’ or ‘genius’?  They loved it all the more!  The critiquer may not have stuck around, but those who did benefited.

(It really took me a long time to stop being angry at them.  Now I just kind of take a lesson from them.  As a fanfiction writer, and as a critiquer myself.)

Originally posted by trendinggifs

FOR THE CRITIQUER:

I’m saying this as someone who has pretty high standards for what I read.  I look into formatting, tenses, plot, characterization, spelling, and even comma usage!  These little things do actually bug me, and sometimes enough to the point of wanting to comment, but I’ve been on the other side of it and remember the frustration and the anger that can come from a wrongly worded comment, so there are a few rules that I’ve formulated in order to be the best critiquer I can be and help as many people as possible get as amazing as they can as a writer!

Note:  These rules are for critiquers who actually do want to help writers get better and improve the overall quality of internet written works. If you’re here because of some superiority complex, these rules may be difficult for you to follow.  I, however, encourage you to do your best and perhaps one day you’ll be a good critiquer.  *^_^*

  1. Find a way to figure out if the author even wants your critique.  One way to do this is to respectfully ask them.  Always open with a positive.  Something like “Hey, I liked ___ about your story, but I noticed something was a bit off. Can I give you a constructive critique?” Typically, an author would be happy to know you cared about their opinion, so this will go either one of two ways.  They will either (A) allow the critique and actually listen to what you have to say or (B) politely decline the offer.  This means they have made up their mind and you are to let it go.  The back button is a wonderful friend at this point.
  2. Follow the sandwich format.  This is a tried and true method for getting people to actually listen.  If you start in with the critique, the author will feel attacked and immediately get defensive.  Instead of wondering if you’ve got any point, they will find ways to contradict you and argue.  Instead, open with something you liked about the story.  There was a reason you read it all to the end, wasn’t there?  Mention that first (AND BE HONEST!  NO ONE LIKES SOMEONE WHO GIVES OUT FALSE COMPLIMENTS), and then get to the critique, or ‘meat’, of your critique.  When that’s done, exit with a thank-you for being willing to listen to your comments.  It takes a lot for a creator to listen to someone point out the flaws in their baby, even if they’re trying to learn.  Remember that you want this to be a positive interaction, not a demolition derby.
  3. No insults or other derogatory comments. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, the writer is trying their best.  Insulting them makes them less willing to hear you out, much less accept your comments and get better.
  4. No elevating yourself over them.  It’s a no-brainer.  You’re not there to school them, you’re there to help them.  Helping requires a serving mind, which puts their needs before your ego.
  5. Do not hound the author.  If they listen but don’t take your comments, you’re not allowed to harass them.  Most likely, they don’t see a point in your comment and have elected to ignore it. And that’s fine.  The point is that you managed to bring it to their attention once.  Maybe they’ll come back to it later, maybe not.  Either way, once your critique is given, it’s done.  Unless they come to you asking about it, your job is to pack up and vamoose, or simply to sit back and enjoy watching the rest of the story unfold.
  6. Make sure your comments are objective.  Like, if there’s a comma problem, tell them about it. If there’s verb tenses being messed up, inform them politely.  If person A didn’t get with person B, then you’re not critiquing.  That’s a matter of opinion and doesn’t belong in the critiquing category.
  7. Be respectful.  They’re going on a limb and listening to you, and it’s the author’s choice whether or not to continue the correspondence. You don’t have to ‘kiss up to them’ or ‘serve them’, but you have to make sure you’re not being a jerk and that all your comments are warranted.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

I know there are a lot of rules, but critiquing is hard, especially with how a lot of people view them.  But you, the critiquer, ARE NOT EVIL.  You’re not the bad guy.  You’re not messed up.  You’re not ‘sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong’.  You’re human and you’re trying to be helpful.  These are just tips and tricks on how to go about it the right way and maximize your helpfulness.

Originally posted by hippie-janessa

FOR EVERYONE!!

The last thing I’ll say is that not everyone will follow these rules.  They will think they’re stupid or pandering or all-around dumb. Some people who claim to critique will continue to slander our good name by acting like holier-than-thou snits. Some people who write will continue to get outrageously angry for persons daring to say something went wrong.

Originally posted by blisteredblue

Here’s how to deal with them:

  1. Leave the computer.  Or the website, just for a bit.  Enjoy the sunshine, take a walk, talk with your best friend, eat some ice cream, go play.  See if it just blows over.  They don’t get to take away your happiness because they’re angry.
  2. Delete the hate.  When you’re good and happy, you can delete the hate mail, or maybe grab a friend to laugh at it.  But don’t respond to hate with anger.  As my good friend Warlord Okeer said, you shall inflict “the greatest insult an enemy can suffer. To be ignored.”
  3. If they chase you down in anger, block them. This is okay to do.  For fanfiction writers:  if they continue to pester you with their comments after you say ‘no thanks’, block their tails.  For fanfiction critiquers:  if they got angry over a critique you gave, provided that they said okay and provided that you followed the rules of critiquing, you’re allowed to block them. You did it right.  Don’t even stress.

And then there are the times where we forget to follow the rules and insult someone on accident. It happens.  If you realize you’re in the wrong, it’s just one rule.

  1. Apologize.  No, you don’t have to grovel for forgiveness, but understand that your actions may have hurt someone else and react accordingly.  If they won’t take it, at least make the promise to yourself to be better in the future.

And that’s it.  I know it seems like a lot to swallow, but it all boils down to making sure your words are respectful, kind, and true.

Originally posted by fandomdeluxe

Tl;dr:  MAKE SURE YOUR WORDS ARE RESPECTFUL, KIND, AND TRUE!!

Victor Nikiforov Appreciation Post!!!

I just want to take a moment and talk about how much I love Victor Nikiforov and how he’s just such a refreshing character. I know everyone and their dog has done a post like this already but I’ve been crying over this lovable goof for months and this had been sitting in my drafts for too long now anyway and also I’m avoiding my textbooks AND THIS SORTA TURNED INTO A CHARACTER ANALYSIS I’M SORRY.

So as far back as the PV, there were assumptions flying around that Victor would end up being an antagonist of some sort. That either he was using Yuuri for his own gain, or was just straight up evil. Laughable now, of course, but the reason those rumors were prevalent was because we see it so often. How easy was it to think that Victor was “helping” Yuuri only to further his own goals in the end? We’ve seen this common mentor-betrays-student trope before and it’s no wonder that early on fans were afraid of this even as the show progressed. And honestly? This would have made for some great drama—for Victor to turn out to not be such a nice guy and for him to eventually become someone Yuuri had to defeat in competition. However the show did not go down that route at all. It turns out that yeah, Victor is actually just a really nice guy who cares a great deal about Yuuri and the people around him. He doesn’t show up in Hasetsu with any evil ulterior motives—he just wants to get to know Yuuri and help him take his skating to the next level, and maybe find inspiration (and love) along the way.

Also how could a man with a heart-shaped smile be evil???

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NO, BUT, LIKE, CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS ONE FOR A MOMENT.

Fukawa is a shut-in. She’s been pressured her whole life, living stressed out to the point she created a split personality. She doesn’t trust absolutely anyone, she doesn’t want to, she’s afraid of having feelings, yet she’s been longing for a friend since she was a little child. Yet, even though she doesn’t think much about others, she also doesn’t think much about herself. She constantly goes on about how ugly she is, even though she tries to cover it up with saying she takes pride in it. She has almost zero self confidence, never standing up for herself, hiding in shadows. That girl is an absolute mess.

And then she comes across Komaru.

Komaru, who doesn’t seem like anyone special at first. Komaru who is your everyday common girl, who reads shojo mangas and listens to pop music bands. Komaru who just had been thrown into this mess of a world, who doesn’t understand what’s happening, why it’s happening. Komaru who is the first person in Touko’s life to actually admire her and appreciate her existence, not as a writer or anything, just as Touko the way she is. Komaru who is really happy to have “someone as amazing as Fukawa-san” around. Komaru who isn’t discouraged by Touko’s harsh words. Komaru who insists on calling her her friend. Komaru who doesn’t stop liking her the moment she acknowledges the existence of Syo. Komaru who says that both Fukawa AND Syo are her important friends. Komaru who doesn’t turn her back on Fukawa when she finds out she betrayed her. Komaru who instead tries to understand her motives and wants to help her.

The scene with the Servant was a breakthrough moment for Fukawa. She purposefully loses the battle against Komaru to let her have a chance to flee being fully aware that it will most likely put Togami in danger. She calls out her nonsense when she declares she won’t run away and instead will stay with her and help her. She truly wants her to escape to a safer place, even if it means parting their ways and endangering Togami’s life. When she turns into Syo it becomes clear - her feelings tell her to kill the servant and let Komaru go free. She gets angry when Komaru tries to stop her from killing him and remembers all the moments Komaru said she wanted to escape this city so much. But Komaru doesn’t want to anymore. Not if it means putting Fukawa in trouble. After all, Fukawa is her friend. And her only goal now is to help her. Even though Touko made fun of her for calling them “friends” before, when she turns back to her normal self she admits that she has been dreaming about someone calling her that her entire life. She stops that “Omaru Dekomaru” charade, It’s Komaru. And she never mistakes it again.

And it doesn’t stop there. Right after Servant is threatening them again, she stands up and snaps at him, telling him that she won’t let anything happen to Komaru, that she will protect her even by the cost of her life. She may not have a clear idea what exactly a friend is, but she’s trying. She wants to discuss stuff she heard friends normally discuss, she even wants to read Komaru’s future manga, despite hating that genre, if it makes Komaru happy. And Komaru is there for her also, she wants to call her with a friend suffix (Touko-chan) but she acknowledges that it makes her uncomfortable so she stops immediately and doesn’t insist on doing that again. When she tries to give a speech at the Haiji’s base and she fails miserably, being at the edge of bursting into tears, Fukawa doesn’t try to stop her or make fun of her. Even though she doesn’t have the clear idea of what Komaru is trying to do, the only thing she tells her is “Komaru, I’m here for you, so do your best!”. Whatever the hell is Komaru’s goal, she’s going to support her. Later on, Touko admits, that she actually admired Komaru’s speech. This is Touko freaking Fukawa. She doesn’t say that kind of things to just any person. No, she doesn’t say things like that at all, keeping them to herself even if she thought something like this. Yet here she is, complimenting the ordinary girl Komaru, shojo manga reading girl Komaru. But most important of it all, her real actual friend. Komaru.

Sign up for the Toukomaru ship today.

Edit: Finished it. JESUS CHRIST THIS FINALE COULDN’T HAVE BEEN BETTER.

Okay, let me explain. Monaka basically says, that she chose Fukawa to take part in her plan, because she wouldn’t we “intrusive”, she wouldn’t bond with Komaru, she wouldn’t try to protect her. Which, in the end, was the exact opposite of what Fukawa did. She knows that Komaru is slowly falling into the deepest pit of despair, simply because she isn’t acting like herself. Because she isn’t acting like Komaru, the kindest, sweetest, nicest person Fukawa knows. And she’s going to protect her and the controler, because she knows that’s what Komaru wants, she’s her friend and this is her duty. Even though I was getting tired of Touko’s obsession with Togami, I was happy when she told Monaka to give her the key, because she isn’t giving up on any of them. This shows how strong this whole ordeal made her, she finally has important people to protect and she isn’t going to leave them behind, they’re going home as a whole, no exceptions. When they finally get away from the Big Bang Monokuma Fukawa, seeing the state Komaru’s in, slaps her and immediately regrets it. She doesn’t want to hurt her, she tells her to do the same thing to her, because that would be fair. Komaru does, but she doesn’t want to. She’s a mess, seeing devastated corpse of her parents brought her even more despair, she doesn’t know what to do. And that’s when Touko does something that Fukawa from the beginning of the game would never do - she embraces her, stroking her hair slowly and says “We’re in this together. When you’re in trouble, I’ll help you. And when I’m in trouble you’ll help me. Persevering as a pair like that… That’s what makes being together so great, right?”. She doesn’t hide her feelings anymore. She loves that girl, utterly and completely, she’s her precious friend she wants to keep safe. She isn’t going to let her pity herself now, now’s not the time.She doesn’t soften the edges, she understands what Komaru is going through, but she knows she has to help her keep moving forward. And yet, the one who finds the biggest support in the other girl is Touko. She’s not alone anymore. She doesn’t have to go around, throwing her feelings at anybody, even if they don’t return them and don’t want her presence (Togami). As she puts it, she’s finally found hope of her very own. Komaru is her hope, the ray of sunshine in her life. Just look at it, how after Komaru announcing her staying in the Towa City, for Touko leaving Komaru wasn’t even an option. She chooses Komaru over Togami in a heartbeat and there’s no way anyone would convince her to part with her. If she doesn’t go back with Komaru, there’s no point in going back at all.

anonymous asked:

Oh my my I've been craving so much fluff lately and you, one of my favorite writers, just happens to be taking requests. So could I have a fluffy scenario in which Katsuki's s/o tells him she's pregnant? Thx!! ^~^

This is such a cute request and tbh, I feel like I ruined it? (゚口゚;)/ but—but I still hope you enjoy the request, sweetie! and now I feel like I disappointed you b/c you called me one of your favorite writers, yet I give you this shitty response. (´;ω;`)

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Attention Seeker | Part Three

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2.241

Part OnePart Two


Water kept running into your bathtub as you stood in front of it, just staring at the gently splashing water. You had closed the bathroom door, in order to deaden the sound of Jimin calling out for you and the echo of his fists hitting your front door over and over again. 

Tears were running down your cheeks as you turned the water off after it hit the edge of the tub and made the first step into the bathtub, soaking your pants completely. You didn’t care though. Right now, nothing but the pain your body was experiencing, was important to you. All you could feel was the pain in your heart, consuming all energy and all thoughts. So you continued to slowly slide into the tub until your whole body was under water, except for your head.

“Of course it’s a joke (Y/N). ARMY would never say those things and mean it.”

You shook your head in frustration.

“You’re only jealous because I spend so much time away with them and can’t give you enough attention.”

Another knife being slammed into your heart.

“You know you’re being really dramatic right now, right? Quit the games and face reality.”

A tear rolled down your face, leaving a salty taste on your lips.

“I risked everything for you!”

Sure he did.

“I always loved you more than you loved me and I’m basically giving you a second chance but you’re being like this.“

His words wouldn’t stop running through your mind so you ducked your head under water, taking a deep breath before doing so and closing your eyes, reminiscing in the dullness of being underwater. The quietness should have made it worse to ignore your thoughts but somehow it soothed you, making goosebumps rise all over your body as you just laid there on your back. The water was cold as ice but none of your senses registered the feeling of tiny needles ramming their way into your skin, leaving a numb yet painful feeling. In the distance you could make out the noise of a door crashing and yells becoming louder but nothing bothered you in that situation. 

Your lungs started burning, aching for air and your brain slowly seemed to throb inside of your skull but your lips formed into a soft smile. Weirdly enough, you were at peace in the middle of this chaos and your mind was relaxed while your body began to fight against the lack of vital resources.

All of a sudden, the dull sound of a door being slammed open, making your makeup fall of the sink and scatter all over the floor, your name being called hysterically, was audible. Two firm hands closed around your wrist, dragging you out of the water in one swift move and wiping your gentle smile off your face, replacing it by a shocked expression while gasping for air hysterically. Chokes erupted through your body while your lungs felt like someone was squishing them together, not letting go before you breathed properly.

“(Y/N)!”, Jimin’s cries were accompanied by his heartbreaking sobs, strong arms engulfing you in a painful hug, his tears molding together with the icy water on your skin.

You just stayed there in his arms, like in a trance, not realizing what had happened. Leaning into his touch, you breathed in his scent, closing your eyes in a loving yet heartbroken state. 

“Jimin…”, you whispered against his body. In response he let out sobs while gently placing his hands on each sides of your face, eyes staring at you widely. Tears streamed down his face as his thumbs softly rubbed over your cheeks wiping away your tears, shaking his head in shock and disbelief.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), so so sorry. I.-”, he choked on his words and you wrapped your arms around his shaking figure, forgetting your own pain as you saw him breaking in front of you.

“I’m such a fucking idiot. I- I should have listened to you -I”, he cried out, not letting go of your small frame in between his arms as if to make sure, you wouldn’t step back into that bathtub. 

“Shh, Jimin”, you said calmly, surprising yourself by the calmness your voice carried while your mind wouldn’t stop running wild. What the hell did I just do?

“I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you (Y/N), you were always there for me b-but when y-you needed me I-I was a complete d-dickhead!”, his eyes were puffy and swollen as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. The scent that he thought he might never smell again. From the person he thought he had lost forever.

“Please don’t leave me”, his body was shaking under your touch, goosebumps visible on his arms.

“I won’t, I promise”, you answered and kissed the top of his head gently. 


You were sitting on your couch, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, a cup of tea in your hand and Jimin sitting right next to you. There was space between the two of you, no part of your bodies was touching the other one. You were quietly sipping on your tea while Jimin was just staring at his fingers on his lap, small tears still streaming down his face. Your face was blank but Jimin’s looked full of hurt and regret, self hatred clearly displaced on its features.

After a while of just sitting next to each other in silence, he turned his face over to you.

“Why?”

His voice was shaking and his eyes had millions of different emotions in them, making it impossible for you to tell what he was thinking. All you could make out was the pain being supported by his tears and fragile state.

“Why what?”, you asked in confusion and slightly furrowed your eyebrows at him before taking another sip of your tea he had made for you. It had the right amount of sugar in it, just the way you liked it. He knew how you hated bitter drinks.

“Why were you in that bathtub? Why-”, he sighed deeply and looked away for a split second before focusing on your face again. “Why did you promise me that you wouldn’t leave me when I hurt you so bad?”

Again, his eyes filled with tears as he bit down on his lips, kneading his fingers together in anxiousness. 

“You thought, I was trying to take my own life right?”, you whispered, letting your index finger glide under his chin, lifting it up so he would look at you. He nodded in response, erupting in new sobs and you quickly grabbed his hand, trying to sooth him a little bit.

“I didn’t. I was just trying to get the pain away from my heart onto somewhere else on my body”, you sighed as you looked down. “I thought I would die from the pain I was feeling in my chest. Getting your heart ripped out by hand while someone else stabbed you in the chest seemed to be less painful than the heartache I was experiencing. That’s why I went in there. I wanted to feel pain somewhere else to be able to ignore or forget the pain that was making me go crazy. As soon as I sunk into the water, the iciness took over my body and everything went numb. I could relax.”

Jimin sniffled next to you and you looked up to meet his gaze. “Even though I wasn’t planning to kill myself, it felt so soothing to be in there. I don’t know if I would have just forgotten myself after a while and let the numbness take over me”, you squeezed his hand as your thumb slid over the back of his hand. 

“Thank you for getting me out of there before I could have done something stupid without noticing”, you breathed out just loud enough for him to hear and he let his head fall back in pain, biting down on his lips in frustration, holding onto your hand in desperation. 

“I promised you to not leave you because that’s what I’m going to do Jimin”, your voice was stern, making his eyes turn to you again. “I’m not going to leave the way you thought I would. I’m not going to commit suicide, I will not hurt myself or do anything stupid. But we’re still over Jimin. I’m sorry.”

Desperation broke out of Jimin as he jumped up but fell down in the next second, landing in front of your knees, hands placing themselves around your legs, face looking up at you pleadingly. “No please (Y/N), please don’t let us be over! I beg you please, I can’t live without you. I-”, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before his emotions could take over him completely. He was already losing control over them but he realized, he needed to prove to you why you shouldn’t leave instead of just pleading and begging. He had hurt you deeply, deeper than anyone ever had. 

“I saw it. I saw everything. I was about to leave your front door when a group of fans came up the stairs and I hid behind the plants your neighbor has in front of her apartment. I heard what they said about you. Cruel things, things only mad people would say, as they left notes in front of your apartment. When they left, I opened the letters and I’m so sorry for not believing you (Y/N). I’m such an idiot. After I read their threats, I went downstairs and saw the same girls being chased away by the caretaker of your apartment building. I was furious from the letters still but confused as to why he was so upset and angry at them but as he got closer, he recognized me and stopped. You know what your caretaker said to me? ‘This is the third time this week that they vandalize our walls. If your people don’t do something real fast, I’m suing all of you and kicking (Y/N) out. I can’t afford all this painting and repairing anymore. I don’t shit money like you!’”, his voice broke and he closed his eyes in order to keep new tears from streaming down his face. By now, you were the one crying.

“I believe you, I believe everything you said. I know that saying this now won’t make my behavior from earlier disappear. Honestly, I don’t know what to do to make you realize that I love you more than I love myself and that I regret it so much that I didn’t believe you from the beginning. I regret being so ignorant and thinking that the love of my life would invent something like this, something so serious that she has been dealing with since we started dating. I can’t believe you were able to hide all of this from me for this long. You went through this every single day and never told me because you wanted to keep me safe. And what did I do? Treat you like complete shit. I’m such an asshole (Y/N) and I understand that you want to erase me out of your life, because I would do the same if I were you. But please, please give me another chance and let me show you that I can treat you better than that. I can treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I will shower you with flowers every day, I will write you love letters that I usually keep to myself, I will make you breakfast every morning before I have to leave. I will make sure everyone who even slightly sends hate towards you, gets sued and charged for their behavior. I will do everything so that you know that you’re my princess, you’re my everything. I’m nothing without you (Y/N).”

You had your hands pressed over your mouth, stopping yourself from sobbing out loud as your face was covered by salty water. Jimin had made a mistake. A huge mistake that he regretted deeply. He had hurt you worse than anyone could have ever hurt you. Worse than anyone could ever imagine. The pain had been unbearable and sitting across from him, having him say all those words, made your chest hurt yet your tummy fill with thousands of butterflies. It was mixture of emotions, a feeling you couldn’t describe. A feeling you didn’t know existed until then.

“Do you mean this?”, you asked in confusion, not knowing what else to be saying in that situation. Jimin frantically nodded his head, holding your hands now in his own, softly kissing every centimeter of them.

“I wouldn’t say these things if I wasn’t being honest, you know me.”

Erupting into heartbreaking sobs you knelt down next to him, flinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Jimin instinctively wrapped his arms around your frame, holding the both of you up as you sobbed into his shoulder, while clinging onto him in exasperation. 

“I love you Jimin”, you sobbed and he sighed audibly. “I love you (Y/N). So much.”

You slowly leaned back to look into his eyes seriously. “If you ever do something like this, you’re dead.”

A small smile spread across his lips before he nodded. “Got it, babe. I will make sure that I will never be this stupid again, I promise.”

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“DEAR BELOVED” ❃ KANG DANIEL ANGST

As the whole concept of the scenario may seem strange at first, I will explain it here: this is actually my last essay for my Creative Writing course I took last year. It’s supposed to be read as a letter written by the author towards her significant other, that is why is written in first pov.

Posting this for @mongniel since I promised her angst and I wanna break her heart a little.

Love you. Enjoy.

warnings: alcohol use, verbal/physical abuse, depression, self-harm


                                             “Dear Beloved,

You gave me roses when I deserved dandelions and love marks when all I had were scraped knees and chapped lips. You taught me how to breathe again when my lungs were full of cigarette smoke and dust and you wanted nothing in return. But I still gave you. I gave myself to you; all my flaws, my 4 am thoughts, my drunk texts, my dreams that you said were too big so I stopped thinking about them and shaped my dreams after yours just so you would love me more. 

I remember you telling me not to get too close because it would be a terrible idea to mess with you. I ignored you and said I liked bad ideas but I never thought the butterflies in my stomach will turn into moths devouring my soul every time you pronounced her name with that gorgeous smile of yours. Or how the cherry kisses you left on my tainted skin will turn into constellations marks that vow to never disappear. I told you to be mine forever and you said selfish girls are evil so I never spoke again and just quietly listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat late at night when you fell asleep too fast with the glass of whisky half empty on the nightstand.

I wondered if you remember our first meeting. I knew how you never remember unimportant details but I thought that just for once you would remember this. Instead, you told me you didn’t and that all that mattered was that we were together.

We met on a Friday evening in that cute little café near the park you loved so much. I remember you sitting next to the window with your guitar in your arms and a cup of black coffee from which you sipped longingly as you strummed the first notes of that Nirvana song you liked so much. I know I shouldn’t have stared at you (it’s rude and I’m sorry) but you were looking so damn beautiful with your red plaid shirt and those dark jeans I forgot how to breathe for a second. You noticed me and all I know is that in the next second the beautiful boy was standing in front of me flashing a smile.

“I’m Daniel.”

I smiled and looked at the cup of green tea in front of me which suddenly got cold. 

“So you’re a writer?”

You asked that so suddenly while looking at the scribbled notebook I was holding, it caught me by surprise but I simply shake my head and told you it’s more of a hobby. You joked and told me to never write about you. I gave you a smile and said I had to go. 

You offered to walk me home and I never understood why you did that. I was a wreck when we first met; wearing my washed-out ripped old jeans and a black shirt, my hair in a bun as messy as my thoughts. But you seemed to like me just like that and I tried not to question it because I noticed you disliked people questioning your decisions.

A thing I know for sure is that you surely remember the next few months, how you always waited for me in front of the café and how somehow I always ended up being late and you mad at me. 

I can still recall the first time you got angry at me because I checked through your phone and looked at your messages, I should’ve hate you but instead the purple marks on my arms reminded me of you and I thought of them as a nice present even if my family and friends told me to leave you. You told me you loved me and apologized countless times kissing my bruised cheeks.

Do you recall me telling you what I craved for in life? I doubt it. I will repeat it, as I did with every little thing all the time because you were too busy noticing the pretty blonde girl at the bar or flirting with the green eyed redhead waitress that I know for sure gave you her number; what I craved for in life was a connection, the feeling you get when you are supposed to be with someone. I got this feeling from no one else but you, or so I believed. I know that in your eyes I was more than a friend, but less than a lover and all you could possibly define me as was “almost” and another one hundred of improbable things that would never come true. 

I told you I loved you every day and you only told me that in the summer because you said the other seasons depressed you and you don’t feel like love. But who would feel like loving someone who is in all her glory the portrait of imperfection? Someone who hides piles of used syringes under her mattress and has her dresser full of boxes of white and pale pink pills she takes without prescription because she’s forgetting how to breathe in the worst ways and doesn’t know if she wants to drown herself in the sea, alcohol or your love.

In spring I asked you to be mine forever, you filled your glass with whisky and sat next to me. You ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. 

“Have you forgotten what I told you?”

“Selfish girls are evil…”

You nodded and I got quiet again as I embraced you listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

In summer you told me you loved me all the time and kissed my eyes as you lay me to sleep while you went out with your friends and came home drunk enough not to remember my name and call me by your last girlfriend’s name, the one I know you adored so much and told me she  had the most intoxicating green eyes you have ever seen. 

In autumn you asked me if I loved you and I solemnly nodded my head as I kept repeating those words like a mantra while you went out again with your friends. I sat at home one more time and got drunk on my own while cursing out your name and painting with silver on my skin until it turned out red. 

You got scared when you found me half-dead in the bathtub and I thought you actually loved me. You told me to never do that again and hugged me tight and spent the night with me while ignoring everybody else. I said I loved you again and you ruffled my hair like you always used to. You kissed my scars and kept me close to your heart so I could listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat once again. 

In winter you met another girl and when I was at home popping pills like candy, you were out posting photos of your lips on her cheek and telling her how much you adored her. You said she’s just a friend and I know very well what you mean by that because once I used to be that friend. But I smile and tell you I would like to meet her, you shake your head and said no while leaving as always.

Now is spring again and I cut my hair and dyed it blonde so I would look more like the friend you keep talking about. I stopped eating so I could be as lovely as her and started wearing pretty dresses and make-up while hiding my scars and keep saying it was just the cat.

In the first month of spring you told me you didn’t loved me anymore; I cried and begged you to stay. You did and I loved you more.

In the second month of spring you said you can’t keep doing that but I hugged you while listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat and saying I love you once more.

Right now is the last month of spring and you stopped saying anything at all as I hold you close in my embrace. Your hands are cold and you don’t hug me back and I can’t hear the rhythm of your heartbeat but I keep saying I love you and after all I guess I will go straight to hell for being selfish and making you mine forever.”

Feel Again

Characters: Y/N Sanders (reader), Misha Collins, Benjamin Sanders (OMC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles,

Pairing: Benjamin x Reader, Misha x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (not Misha), it is flangst nothing too bad.      

Word Count: 1300ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Gold

Thanks to the amazinly sweet and talented @blacktithe7 for betaing this one for me

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

This life had been all you had ever dreamed about since you were a small child. You had always wanted to be a singer. You wanted to perform in big stadiums with an band behind you and people screaming your name. You had loved watching your idols at the Grammys wearing pretty dresses on TV and dreamed of being there yourself one day. This was your life now. Designers was begging you to wear their products, like some sort of walking commercial. You did it because it was required , not because you enjoyed it. Not anymore atleast.

Everyone around you seemed to want something from you. They never seemed interested in getting to know the girl behind the facade. They never seemed like they really cared about you. They only wanted what your name could get them. You had thought Benjamin had been different, but at it turned out your judgement wasn’t what it used to be. When you had found him in bed with his assistant, all he talked about when you were throwing his clothes out of your shared house, was how this was going to look to the public. He didn’t tell you that he loved or that he had made a mistake. He only cared about losing the star power having you on his arm had provided and what that loss would mean to his career.

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Fights.

Request: Requested by @neverabandonthejeep: One shot pls :) where some other guy at school is trying to hit on you and stiles gets really mad and picks a fight with them even though he knows he’s gonna lose thanks 😘.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, language, and mentions of blood (not too graphic though).

Fandom: Teen Wolf.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post and forgive if it’s bad, I had a serious writer block till now. Also I changed the request a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

(Not my gif, credit to its owner).

The lacrosse team dressing room was packed. There were boys showering, others changing to head out of the school and others were talking about who knows what.

Stiles and Scott were discussing quietly some supernatural issues while gathering their things to finally go home. Everything was fine until Andrew Jones, one of the team Golden Boys and full-time jerk entered the room.

“Damn it, how can someone with just their presence bother everyone’s existence,” Stiles grunted at the sight of Andrew laughing with his gang of brainless friends. Scott turned his head a little to catch what his friend was observing.

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, I mean yeah, he’s a complete idiot but apart from that, he has never done something bad to you,” Stiles let out a fake chuckle to put on a serious face after. “You, my friend are too good to see that he is a complete asshole with a ridiculous personality, and don’t for-” Scott’s laugh interrupted his best friend rambling. To say the Stilinski boy didn’t like Andrew was an understatement, but this whole exposition of reasons just lead to one main argument: Jones had a thing for you, Stiles girlfriend.

“Are you sure, this has nothing to be with the fact that Andrew likes (Y/N)?”

“Maaaybeee, but after all he’s insufferable,” The two mates felt silent as they stared at the boy in question getting closer to them with his group of friends.

“Look what we have here, the athlete and his loser best friend,” Andrew commented earning a killer glare from Stiles and an eye roll from Scott.

“What do you want, Jones?” Stiles fumed, he honestly didn’t have time for this or anything that involved Andrew Jones.

“Nothing, really. Annoying you just gives me satisfaction,” Scott scoffed, this asshole was being beyond ridiculous and yes, he understood why his best friend hated him.

“Oh yeah? You know what causes me satisfaction? Not facing jerks like you who can’t even understand a proper phrase” And with that Stiles turned around to leave, followed by Scott.

“Alright Stilinski, leave but please say hi to (Y/N) for me and don’t forget to mention that I wish I could see that body of hers,” Oh no, that went way too far. Nobody made that kind of comments about you, not if he was there. His body shifted so now he could face the jerk in front of him.

“What did you say little fucker?” Stiles voice came out low and threatening and his eyes were blind by the anger. The smirk Andrew had just got bigger at this reaction.

“I said, that I wish to see your girl in all her magnificence,” That was it. Stiles curled his hands into fists and punched Andrew with a strength he didn’t even know he had. The boy fell from the force, and everyone looked at Stiles amazed; usually he would attack someone verbally, he never punched and kicked his way out of situations, but this time something really took him to the limit.

“Son of a bitch!” Andrew shouted; now the big bad guy was angry. This wasn’t going to end well. Rapidly recomposing himself from the blow, he pushed Stiles making him fall and started to punch him repeatedly. The blood was starting to drip from Stiles‘ nose and he was sure that his face would be dark purple in certain places.

“What the hell is happening here?” Someone gasped, all the boys in the room getting out of their daze to see a feminine figure standing shocked at the view of the other two guys wrestling on the floor.

“Scott! Do something!” You shouted, was he really watching his friend being beaten and doing nothing to stop it?

“Shit! Right,” The werewolf used his muscles to throw Andrew to the other side of the room, probably leaving him unconscious, and his group of friends flew off after witnessing Scott’s strength.

“My gosh, Stiles!” The boy tried to sit straight but his body was in pain, you rushed to his side and helped him. There were bruises starting to form in his beautiful skin and his nose was bleeding, that sure hurt.

“I’m fine (Y/N). It’s alright,” The comment didn’t make things better, this situation was not fine at all.

“No, it’s not alright you dumbass. What were you thinking? I mean look at you!” You stressed. He stared at your face that even with a frown of worry looked beautiful. By now, Scott was helping you to put him on his feet so you could go to the infirmary.

“(Y/N). Love. Calm down, please. It doesn’t hurt because it was for a good reason” Stiles half smiled at you, but hell, you were angry at him for getting himself in this situations.

“And what was that good reason?” You asked, scanning his features.

“I was defending you. He was saying bad things about you. And I-” He was interrupted by the feeling of your hand on his sore cheek.

“Look Stilinski, I love that you wanted to stand up for me, but a bump fight isn’t the solution,” And it was true, you’d rather being called things that watching him get severely hurt.

“She’s right man” Scott agreed with you. Stiles smiled lightly, knowing you cared deeply about him.

“Okay, Okay. Now, you two fools take me to the infirmary. This hurts like hell” You and his werewolf friend laughed at his sass.

“Alright, princess” You responded jokingly.

Silence

Warnings: kinda angsty

Request/Summary: Could you please do one where the sister is deaf/mute and the brothers are having a hard time with it, just a lot of fluff!! I saw the post that you were having writers block, I completely understand if you don’t get around to this quickly, take you time :) x

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,149

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

Age: anywhere between 12 and 16

2 months. 2 months now you haven’t been able to speak. Not because you didn’t want to but because  you were almost too afraid to speak. By the second week of you not speaking your brothers decided to take you to a physcologist, they then said to take you to a psychiatrist and they then told them to take you to a speech-language pathologist whatever that is, nonetheless they took you anyways. You didn’t understand why you had to go all three if they were all going to say the same thing. You had been diagnosed with traumatic mutism.

“Traumatic mutism comes after a child witnesses a death or a traumatic event, isn’t able to process such event causing the child to become mute.” said the so-called speech-language pathologist upon being asked quite rudely by Dean. You and Sam decided to wait outside of the doctors office while they continued to speak noticing how the conversation was affecting you slightly.

“Okay, and what the hell can we do to fix her” Dean answered back. He didn’t mean to be rude he was just desperate. His baby sister wasn’t talking for christ’s sake.

“She isn’t broken.” The doctor said raising her brow, “And if you don’t mind me asking, can you tell me what traumatic event she witnessed?” she asked Dean, quite curious really.

“Oh uhh,” Dean thought for a second, he hadn’t thought about what to tell the doctor, “our dad, he uh past away an’ she was with him when it happened.” he answered quickly, it was in fact true that you were there moments before your father died, but that wasn’t what really caused you to become mute. He didn’t really know what happened, neither did Sam.

Okay.” she answered back skeptically. Although you were outside you heard everything they said, making you even more anxious.

Now, you were in your room sketching in your journal. Even though you didn’t want to speak you had to let out your emotions somehow. You were afraid, anxious, sad, angry at yourself for not saving those innocent people, it felt as if every negative emotion was in you and you were to full of them to do anything.

You heard a knock on your door, you simply looked at it already knowing who would walk in. And alas you were right, Sam and Dean opened the door to your room and saw you sitting at your desk scribbling away in a small journal.

“Hey what’re you doing?” Sam asked tenderly moving to you in three long strides with his long legs. You simply looked at him and then back at your journal where you had drawn what seemed like a werewolf

“Oh you’re drawing, that seems nice.” He answered to your silence. They both seemed awkward and tense making you anxious. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room which you couldn’t muster up the courage to break so instead Dean did, but how you wished he didn’t.

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Roomies

@optomisticgirl prompted me ‘Captain Cobra as roommates under the curse’ and so I tried to deliver. I hope this is okay. Mild vague spoilers for season 7.


He could feel the man’s presence in the doorway of his room but chose to ignore it. When he applied for the room he thought it’d be a sure thing; rooming with a cop meant he wouldn’t be murdered in his sleep and with both of them in demanding jobs, he figured they wouldn’t see much of each other. Just two single males sharing quarters. But if Henry knew just how fussy Killian was in the beginning, he would have taken his chances rooming with the hipster and his seven iguanas downtown.

The silhouette remained in the doorway, gradually moving his arm to rest on his hip. Henry ignored his presence for a few more moments before finally giving in and facing the man that seemed determined to get his attention by glaring.

“What?”

“You finished the milk.”

“Okay…” Henry continued to stare at the man blankly, confused as to why he was getting the ‘mad mother’ glare from his roommate.

“You finished the milk and didn’t replace it.”

“I’ll grab some more on my way out?” he offered.

“You know the rules.” Killian huffed. “I don’t know how many times I have to remind you-”

“Alright. I’ll go get some now, just… don’t have an aneurysm.”

Killian followed Henry as he trudged into the living area, making his way to the door.

“I’m not angry, mate. I’m disappointed-”

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LOK: Art-I-ficial

Korra has an artificiality that makes it stale in comparison to ATLA. I could leave it at that, but I won’t because I love to elaborate. There’s a short way to explain this that I came up with: The Last Airbender has a simple plot so they could put more effort into the characters; LOK tried too hard to be ‘deep’ and ‘mature’ with its narrative, and failed to flesh out its characters because of it. I’ll go season by season of each show to explain what I mean. 

I will preface saying Korra definitely spent too much time trying to establish its comparative government/ideological allegory. Each “weekly villain” in Korra had their own philosophy behind them, the kind you learn about in high school. They’re not very far reaching or based on previously shown boundaries or backstories. They feel cheap, and the villains are cheap by extension because their ideas and the reasons for having those ideas and poorly written away. And a lot of the time in each season is spent with Korra getting angry at these already poorly fleshed out villains. It’s part of the reason she seems so brash and arrogant–because the villains are stupid too. In Korra, every single thing seems petty and over-dramatic. But anyway, 

ATLA Season One

Originally posted by otterbender

  • Premise: Aang must defeat the Fire Lord by summer’s end. He needs to master the three remaining elements beginning with waterbending. 
  • Development: Aang begins to mature and learns to be responsible for all the years he was gone. The gang discovers not everyone who dislikes Fire Nation is a good guy. Already beginning to deviate from a typical black and white narrative; there’s no strict good or bad. Aang and Zuko’s backstories are both revealed in a brilliant episode. Overall great execution explaining bending and the Avatar. 

LOK Season One 

Originally posted by yipyipmotherfuckers

  • Premise: Korra must stop an apparently “evil” activist group, which is evil because the leader is evil. She is also going to backstage end all non-bender oppression. And she’s going to go up the ranks in a wrestling filler side-plot. And also there’s a love triangle. 
  • Development: Korra loses all of her bending, except not airbending, and then she got all her bending back anyway so losing her bending held no importance. She experiences her Lowest Point, which is being sad about not having bending and shedding a single tear. The love triangle did not end. The evil man dies. 

Already you can begin to see the problem here. LOK puts too much effort into having a beefy premise with a lot of intricacies–so much so that it cannot properly touch on all of them. A lot of Korra rides on having some revelating big evil thing lurking in the background. You never get to see it, but you know its there and you know Korra is mad at it. At least when she’s not busy being mad at Asami or at Pro-bending whatever. It’s odd how built up this premise should’ve been but signs of it were hard to trace as well. There’s not a lot of visually shown oppression against non-benders. Scattered bending street gangs are not systemic oppression, Bryke, c’mon. It would’ve been more dramatic and impending if you had Tarrlok arresting innocents much earlier on. But maybe it gets better! Let’s try again: 

ATLA Season Two 

Originally posted by avatar-state

  • Premise: Aang has to learn Earthbending now. Can he do it? Can he find a teacher? Hmmm…
  • Development: Aang learns a whole lot more about controlling the Avatar state. More of Zuko’s backstory is revealed. Aang learns earthbending. Then he dies and comes back to life after we see Katara finally come close to at least accepting Zuko and forgiving him, learning to look past the fact he’s the Fire Prince. She promptly hates him again after his betrayal, but it’s still interesting and emotional. 

LOK Season Two

Originally posted by thedemonavatar

  • Premise: Korra has this uncle and he likes spiritual things, but he turns out to be evil! He is evil because apparently a long time ago there were two flying carpets, and one was good and the other was evil. And the Avatar is the white carpet, and the black one is bad, and her uncle fuses with the black carpet because he is a bad guy! Also Asami has some sort of business side plot? And Korra has to resolve a lot of Water Tribe drama too, even though she is very bad at it. 
  • Development: I’m trying with this. Korra learns to go into the spirit world, but only if Jinora is around. She defeats the evil man, but only because Jinora helped her. White carpet is murdered? I think? Love triangle continues. 

Again, there is too much happening in the list of things the show writers have to present. The narrative feels cluttered. There is minimal development which only sets Korra back, so it’s more of a regression. The things she accomplishes are only accomplished because of the deus ex Jinora. Hmm. Well maybe season three is better.

ATLA Season Three

Originally posted by tallzenyattalatte

  • Premise: Aang must find a firebending teacher, learn firebending, and defeat Ozai. 
  • Development: Azula’s downfall, revealing her inner emotions and then she breaks tf down. Shows Aang’s stress about fighting Ozai, his fear of defeat. Aang finds a way to defeat Ozai without having to kill him. Zuko gets on good terms with everyone in the group. Teaches Aang firebending and then Aang goes and takes Ozai’s bending away. 

LOK Season Three 

Originally posted by anotherkorrawebsite

  • Premise: There are three villains now. One is a combustion man copy pasted, also some arm lady, the other can bend lava or something, but none of those guys matter. They basically have no thoughts or emotions. But their leader, he’s bald and he likes ANARCHY. Because..he’s an airbender?? He likes airbending? So he likes ANARCHY YEA! And also,, also they’re part of the RED LOTUS which is like the White Lotus but ANARCHY!! What will Korra do to defeat them now!?!?
  • Development: The love triangle stops. Korra…I don’t know..gets PTSD I guess? Kills bad people

And then LOK has an extra season which is comparably better than the other ones, but it still has its own flaws. It continues the trend of having each season be its own ideology thing. It feels bland once you notice it. It makes it seem like the writers were too lazy to have a compelling narrative across several seasons like the other show. It makes Korra feel like a dumb shonen that can’t get its act together. Each season tries to act like Korra is struggling or learning something from these villains, but does she really? 

Originally posted by avatarwaterbender

Sounds like you’re carrying around your former enemies… You ever consider maybe you could learn something from them?

I think LOK here is trying to make up for lost time. Because in all the other seasons Korra never reflects on what has happened. It just all comes and goes. She rushes in head on into an overly complex, poorly structured narrative and never gains any insight from what she experiences. Nor do any of the other characters. Not because Korra had a lack of insight, but because the writers forgot to give her any. 

TL;DR:  @LEGENDOFKORRA “You ever consider maybe you could learn something from ATLA?”

Grey’s Anatomy 14x04 Review

Let’s start with the nonessential, could have been left out, made me wish I could fast forward scenes commentary:

The New Interns

Wow, we spent several minutes looking at interns who were all there for comedic relief and would never be hired. There is not one intern who is being hired from the many the writers chose to show on-screen. So, waste of time. Also, not very funny either… Kind of repetitive considering old storylines (i.e.; Cristina interviewing candidates).

Richard and Catherine

Does Catherine enjoy being annoying? Like, she was doing more than teasing. It was insulting how she treated Richard. Yes, everyone has a past, but you don’t rub it in someone’s face to make them uncomfortable. And what was the point of their drama anyway? They had enough dinner drama without the “former lover” angle.

Jackson and Maggie

I think they could have a strong brother/sister bond. I mean, Maggie defended Jackson and he appreciated that. She was a buffer and an ally, something he’s been lacking lately. I am glad, though, that the writers shut down Jaggie as a romantic entity through Catherine’s brother/sister comment. They cannot and should not be dating. It’s too weird and uncomfortable. Also, Japril all the way. In fact, I think he was attracted or intrigued by Maggie’s rambling at the dinner because it is an April-trait. I don’t think the realization was conscious, but rather he saw in Maggie what he missed with April. 

April

I actually rather enjoyed her scenes. I am glad she returned to church, both alone and with Harriet, because her religion is important to her.  Between praying this episode and talking to Jackson last episode, she is growing into herself and finding herself post-baby (both babies). She is learning to stand up for what she needs and that is essential. Her character is worth so much more than heartbreak and being pushed around.

Megan 

Is it bad that I don’t really like the script version of Megan? I mean, first, no matter how nicely you were treated, you were still a captive. You were still harmed and kept hostage. You were cut off from your family and life is not the same from one country to the next. How can you come back near-normal? And why did she forgive Nathan so easily? Where was the doubt, the insecurity, the anger, the hurt? Besides that, she’s also very abrupt and rather mean. I don’t even say this just in terms of Amelia, but also most of people she comes into contact with. She’s short with Owen, impatient, angry, and basically calls him an idiot for marrying his wife who she barely knows. She gangs up on him, bringing Teddy and Evelyn into it. She doesn’t like Amelia or the doctors. She’s yelling at everyone. I guess, for the most part, it’s how she treats Owen that bothers me the most. I just don’t like her personality.

I am glad she gets to have her child by her side (who is, by all accounts, adorable), but it doesn’t excuse her in my eyes. Like Meredith, she is self-centered and angry. She hurts those who love her and never apologizes. Both women have good moments; however, they are not fully redeemed in my eyes and I doubt they ever will be. Your pain and suffering does not give you a free pass to be an asshole.

Nathan, Meredith, and Megan

This needs to stop. How many times can the writers write this back and forth of who he loves. It is basically the same sentence repeated over and over again with no resolution. I don’t care who ends up with who. In all honesty, Meredith is looking up at the ceiling remembering Derek and Megan just wants her kid so Nathan doesn’t even have to factor into the equation. The writers need to put an end to this poorly-written love triangle and make a decision already. Seriously, put us out of our misery and stop wasting valuable screen-time.


Now, for the fun part. What we’ve all been waiting for…and pretty much the only two things I was watching for 🤣

Amelia

Amelia is my favorite character of all time. I don’t think that’s much of a secret. As much as I hate that she had to deal with another obstacle, it let me breathe freely knowing her actions last season were influenced by the tumor. It made me confident in my love for her character and integrity. She is so much more than last season and so much more than a tumor. She is amazing. I am hoping, like in this episode, her recovery includes more talk of LA and her Private Practice life. Not only do I love PP Amelia (and hope to see more of her on-screen), but it makes her who she is. More people need to see that. Meredith needs to see that. Megan needs to see that. Owen’s seen some of it, but we need on-screen scenes and deep conversations about her past. We need more. I think this is the opportunity to do it.

I did like the humor mixed in with her post-surgery complications; it gave a little lightheartedness. I mean, now we know she speaks French and German. I appreciate how many people stayed with her and rotated in and out. It shows how many people love her. Her emotional and pain-filled scenes made my soul ache, but it was necessary. One, it shows that she is still fighting. Two, it further proves Caterina’s amazing talent as an actress.

One of my favorite scenes was when she hugged DeLuca. It is true, everything he said, and it put things in perspective for Amelia and the audience. She has been living a life with a tumor pressing on her frontal lobe. When something is removed, whether it be physical like a tumor or mental like an eating disorder, normal life feels abnormal. You feel like you are missing something or are “wrong,” when in fact you are getting accustomed to being healthy and strong. It was a turning point for her and for people who may have been confused about Amelia’s behavior and reactions up until now.

Owen and Amelia

I am disappointed that Owen and Amelia did not have more screen-time, particularly when Amelia woke up. However, I understand it. Owen and Amelia deal with their emotions rather similarly–they run, whether it be through drugs, going on another tour, leaving the state, or focusing on work/other worldly happenings. Owen was terrified that Amelia would die or come out of surgery a completely different person. He was terrified she wouldn’t love him anymore. And, yes, I know he was planning to cut the ties before he found out about the tumor, but it’s one thing to walk away before getting even more hurt and another to find out the truth. Like Owen said back in Season 12, he was relieved that the plane crash happened because he and Cristina could stay frozen in time. I think he felt the same way about leaving Amelia–he was leaving her before she chose to leave him. And, the truth is, he has always loved her–he has never stopped. That thought was just too painful for him to bear.

Throughout the entire episode, I was waiting for a scene with them and we finally got it. He was prepping for her to come home, stocking all her favorite foods (because he knows her so well) and getting her things together. He wanted her to come home. I was disappointed that Amelia wanted to stay with her sisters, but soon enough it came to light why. She was scared and upset and feeling utterly horrible and guilty. Those emotions, her repentance toward her actions despite them being influence by the tumor, shows just how much the tumor had taken over. She never wanted to hurt him. And, yes, she has to take some responsibility, but that’s not the real her. She didn’t want to go to her home with Owen, not because she doesn’t love him, but because she loves him so much that she doesn’t want to hold him back. She wants to set him free. True love is doing what is best for the other person even if it may hurt you. It’s putting them first.

What I love is that Owen was hearing none of it. He loves her in sickness and in health. He knows that they have hurt each other and yet there is still time to fight. He is not giving up hope yet. He wanted her to come home. His hand holding, his speech, his posture, him stocking the fridge, all of these things point to him loving her and wanting to keep her close. 

I really thought it would end on that cliffhanger but kept my fingers crossed for more and, luckily, we got another scene. That simple scene, with Amelia looking out at the rain and Owen driving them home, reassured and affirmed the hope I’ve held for them. (Did you see Owen looking at her and her smiling while the speech overlay spoke about trusting that we got it right? I can’t stop watching the tender beauty in that scene.) It is symbolic, in a sense, they are moving toward a new life together, on a new foundation, but with the same love. The rain is coming down softer now and it will clear. It is not forever. And the two of them? They are on this journey together, forever and always.

Juliet

Jughead Jones x Reader #1

Warnings: ANGST that comes with unrequited love

Word Count: 2.6k+

Requested: nope but i’ve had this idea for a while

Note: honestly i’ve been working on this for about 2 weeks and i love this idea so much?? also i wrote this backwards. hope you guys love it, if so maybe part 2?? ~K

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Originally posted by fightingtheangels

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When his feud with Archie began that cursed summer, Jughead had even feigned going to Pop’s and instead took solace in the Riverdale Public Library. He would spend his days typing away there instead of his usual booth in Pop’s for only a couple of days, but it was enough for him to meet you. During the summer you worked shifts in the rather empty library and found yourself wondering about the boy in the corner who only looked up from his computer screen when it was time for him to leave.

“You know for someone that spends time in the library so often, you’ve never once even checked out a book or even looked at one for that matter,” you said approaching the table that the boy sat at.

“That’s a lie, I’ve looked at a couple Shakespeare collections…well maybe one collection…once,” he said not even looking up from his computer, but ceasing his hands from typing.

You raised your eyebrow at the curious boy as he turned to look at you. “Sorry I’m just hiding out from Pop’s right now,” he had admitted to you after you stayed for answers.

“Why would you be hiding out from the greatest diner in all of Riverdale?”

“It’s a long story…”

“Lucky for you I have plenty of time and you seem to be great at telling stories,” you confidently replied, pulling the chair next to him out for you to sit in and nodding towards his open document.

For the both of you, it was supposed to be a harmless one time conversation, but one turned to two, turned to five, and before you knew it Jughead Jones was accompanying you with every library shift you had and in turn you would sit reading in his booth at Pop’s while he typed away on his laptop. Oddly it wasn’t your love for reading and his love for writing that truly bonded you; it was the uncanny love you shared for Shakespeare. And so the nickname Juliet had formed for you as he would teasingly say, “hey there Juliet” and “until next time Juliet” each time you sat down and left Pop’s. Jughead had become your best and only friend, so when the school year started you could only hope it would remain the same.

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when you last left me my blood was in a jar | (1/1)

and you kept it on your mantlepiece

She must be doing something wrong that her son thinks the best way to go about proving his fairytale identity is to steal a sword. She must be doing something wrong to indulge this.

Given everything that Storybrooke and this storybook has thrown her way, it must be wrong that Killian being Captain Hook isn’t the worst option.

notes: love it when i’m just scrolling my dash, minding my own business, and a silly prompt shows up and my brain fires in the completely wrong direction where “MY KID SHOPLIFTED FROM YOUR STORE AND I MARCHED HER BACK HERE TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU AU” becomes nearly 6k of a s1 cursed hook au. anyways, glad that i apparently still know how to put words on a page in something resembling a story, hope you enjoy!

also on ao3


“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice the sword?”

“It’s not a sword,” Henry grumbles. There’s no masking the disappointment of a ten year old child, and Henry’s mastered the pout. Emma’s not falling for it today. There’s letting him join her for a cup of hot cocoa at the diner when he’s already late for getting…to Regina. But letting him pocket a -

“What is it then?” Emma asks.

Henry simply says, “A replica of Excalibur.”

“The Knights of the Round Table that hard up for money? Franchising a magic sword?”

Henry shakes his head, in that way he does where he sees her sarcasm as something to power through rather than acknowledge. He’s remarkably good at that, too, because when he replies, “No. Emma, you were supposed to read the book,” she actually feels guilty.

“Yeah…yeah, I did. Refresh me though?”

Henry sees her for a liar, liar pants on fire, but he’s mature enough not to say it and Emma’s immature enough to near smile when she looks up at the telephone wire above them.

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racetothedge  asked:

Cycles, I gotta do flailing in your inbox because the fandom hurts my soul. As someone who went through a five year depression over a girl and still has anger issues when I'm low, Kara is painfully relatable. So to see everyone hating on her is really demoralising and I just, well, I'm sad now.

It’s disheartening because it’s exactly what any depressed person fears everyone’s perception of them is in reaction to their inability to “get over it”—that they’re whiny or annoying or a bitch.

But it’s also not surprising in the least.

Fandoms have a history of reacting to depressed characters with anger.

If a character isn’t introduced as a moody or broody type (of course, those are received well enough), but instead becomes moody or broody for a long period of time (a.k.a. depressed) for a storyline—the fandom hates it. 

No matter how much sense it makes for them to feel that way.

Of course, the less sympathetic the reason, the more harshly the fandom reacts.

But that doesn’t make the fans any more right, because in reality, people are utterly destroyed for reasons you think make zero sense. Things that would never hurt you in a million years. Things you think will actually make them much better off.

And sometimes people are depressed for no seeable reason at all.

Now, we know that Kara’s depression storyline is a result of years of losses that have accumulated (which of course includes Mon-El). Argue all you want about the quality of their portrayal of the idea so far, but that’s officially canonically why Kara is acting this way. Saying otherwise is actively going against what the point of the storyline is to fit your argument.

But even if it were just Mon-El? 

I’d understand the anger directed at the writers for making Kara be depressed and have an identity crisis over the loss of her boyfriend.

I wouldn’t understand the anger toward Kara, the character, for being upset.

I wouldn’t understand insulting her for being unhealthy.

I don’t.

You’re not always going to be able to Get It. But that doesn’t mean that it’s not real. That doesn’t mean that you should respond with less empathy for their suffering or less help with their difficulties.

Even if it gets ugly. Especially if it gets ugly.

Which isn’t to say that depressed or otherwise mentally ill people aren’t responsible for their actions. If you do or say something cruel to someone, you should apologize sincerely and take steps to prevent it from happening again.

But,

1: Kara’s words to Alex in this past episode were not much worse than things the other characters on the show have said to her when they weren’t the midst of a depression that has persisted for 6 months. Alex, Lena and Cat have all similarly lashed out at her with no more an apology than Kara’s symbolic showing up at the bar was. 

And despite those being dramatic moments of tension, it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal. Because,

2: Sometimes your empathy has to trump your score card.

People can say mean shit when they’re feeling all fucked up, and so sometimes it falls upon you to keep things in perspective.

For instance, when Lena lashed out at Supergirl for telling her that her mother was the head of Cadmus, it wouldn’t have been wrong of Kara to be offended and to defend herself. But because she cared about what Lena was going through, she side stepped it completely and instead continued to empathize with her and try to help her. 

“You know, I thought you were different. You wear that symbol on your chest and everyone thinks you’re good. How many times did your cousin put on that high-and-mighty costume and come after Lex? My mother is no saint, but you come in here and accuse her of being the Devil incarnate? How long before you come after me?”

“I know what it’s like to be disillusioned by our parents. But I’m a pretty good judge of character. And you are not like your mother. She is cold and dangerous. And you are too good and too smart to follow in her path. Be your own hero.”

That’s actually one of the reasons I love that scene.

Now, is everyone going to be able to pull a Supergirl and ignore hurtful things said in the heat of the moment completely just in time to say an inspirational speech? No.

But should we still attempt to recognize that their behavior is a byproduct of their pain and that they may need help, not judgement and insults? Yes.

There are ways this kind of understanding can go overboard, such as in response to Cat. 

Because Cat attacks those around her on a daily basis.

Her childhood or strained relationship with her mother or history with depression isn’t an excuse for insulting everyone around her non-stop. That’s not a momentary lapse in judgement, that’s a pattern. The only person who needs choose to be understanding over protecting themselves is her therapist.

So when she is upset with her mother, she amps up the insults at Kara, and Kara lashes out right back at her. Because it’s not different from how Cat usually is, and she’s not so distressed that it warrants Kara’s concern.

When Cat thinks she lost Adam, she tells Kara to jump off the balcony. This time, Kara side steps it and says “…How did dinner with Adam go?” because it’s more vicious than usual and she’s worried about Cat.

But Kara has been basically acting as Cat’s personal counselor for the whole episode, going beyond what level of understanding would be expected.

In fact, not confronting the fact that she continually tries to hurt Kara when she’s upset (at some point, if not in that very moment) is the wrong move, because it will happen again. (Her treatment of Kara when Adam does eventually leave, anyone?)

There is a line, and Cat is often an example of the other side of it.

But Kara is usually the furthest thing from any of that. When she says something mean mid-argument, after months of having a low mood, something is seriously wrong and that’s more important than that she isn’t being nice right now.

And if something like this happens to someone in your life, something is wrong, as well.

And that something is more important than how you personally feel about them not hanging out as much or being as sunny or responding to your excitement.

You miss all of those things, yes, but being angry with them for not being able to give those things to you right now is just kinda cruel.

And likewise, being angry with Kara for being unhealthy is wildly insensitive.

This is a representative storyline. Which means that the things you say about this storyline are things you’re telling to people who relate to it.

“She’s depressed just because she lost her boyfriend? What the hell??”

You’re telling people who became depressed after losing a significant other that they’re weak.

“Kara is annoying me” “This is so ugly” “She should be able to just get over it” 

These are all things that you’re telling the real, tangible, human people who watch this show and are in this fandom who have experienced/are experiencing depression.

I’ve already seen a few people talking about how they like this storyline because it reminds them of what they’ve gone through. 

This isn’t just theoretical discourse—these are the people who are hearing what you say about Kara. And it applies to them, too.


In the end, it all comes back to “Hope, help, and compassion for all.”

Kara has lost hope. Even the most positive people are capable of losing hope. But that doesn’t mean we should lose our compassion. 

It means they need help.

27. “Please shut up. I can’t stand how appealing your voice is.”

Working at the Riverdale Register for the summer wouldn’t have been so bad for one Betty Cooper. However, since her parents own said paper where they, read her mother, can watch her like a hawk, the situation was less than ideal.

The perpetual funk that she’s been in since the beginning of the summer only worsened when she caught her boyfriend of two months sucking faces with Ginger Lopez behind Pop’s yesterday night.

Needless to say, she’s now newly single, and her ex-boyfriend was in dire need of some serious dry cleaning in order remove the stains of strawberry milkshake from his shirt.

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State of the Robron Fandom (As I See It)

I was raised on the American soap opera. Mostly CBS soap operas. That means I grew up watching The Young and the Restless, As the World Turns, Guiding Light and The Bold and the Beautiful. I had a slight flirtation of General Hospital in college, watching for three years before taking a break never to return but I keep up. I loved and hated all the characters that ran through the television screen and into my life.  I enjoyed reading the soap magazines to hear what others were thinking about my favorite and hated storylines.  

As I grew up, those magazines remained (most of the soaps did not) but added to that was social media.  It started out on message boards, moved to fanfiction.net, then LiveJournal then Twitter, Tumblr, and Achieve of Ours.  Since then soaps have changed, well the American ones at least. The ratings fell, and so did its existence.  

Since then, I have moved on.  British soap operas are catching my eye. Emmerdale, in particular.  Well, Robert and Aaron are what caught my eye.  The rest of my love for the show came with time. Anyway, with that came a new fandom. An intense fandom is full of different personalities and opinions.  Full of talented and smart people A fandom that is loud and very proud of those different views and talents.  Which is great. When things are going well.  This is what I’ve seen in the Robron fandom and where I stand on it.

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It’s BS to trash this season because it doesn’t go your way.

 Two things I’ve noticed, and they are certainly related…

1- People have always put Sana on a pedestal. Her fans don’t acknowledge that she’s a flawed character just like the others and that she’s got to face her fears and learn from her mistakes. People are saying « she so pure/nice/an angel/doesn’t deserve this » but no one saying she played a part in this mess because she’s not communicating with her friends. She thinks she can handle everything on her own and doesn’t confide in people. She doesn’t want to appear weak. I’m not saying she’s the reason for what’s happening. I’m saying that she let the situation with the girls get worse by not expressing her feelings. Why didn’t she confide to Noora about Yousef ? Why not talk to Vilde or Sara about the russbus situation? In yesterday episode, we saw her almost reply to the chat discussion. Why didn’t she ? Why keep it all inside and alienate herself from her friends ?

Being fake is a recurrent theme in Skam. All Skam’s main characters were fake in their own way. And this season Sana is also fake. Yes, she’s a badass. She’s assertive and doesn’t hesitate to express her points of view on various subjects. But what about her personal feelings ?  People complain about the girls not listening to Sana, but did she try to talk to them ? Sana is a spectactor. She’s always listening, watching but never unload like a Vilde or a Noora. And when she feels the need to she steps in to save the day. She always has this superior attitude, like a mother watching and educating her children. When you don’t express your frustration, disappointment, fear or anxiety, people start to think you’re a rock and they tend to lean on you so much they forget you have your own shit to deal with. Does it make the girls bad friends ? Not really, and especially not when they asked Sana several time what’s going on with her and she didn’t answer them and choose to avoid them. 

Why is Sana like this ? It might come from the bullying she went through in her previous school, or maybe she’s always been like that. I believe the point of this season is for Sana to learn how to stop the pretense : she doesn’t always need to be strong, she can lean on her friends.

2- I’m wondering if the Sana brigade really love the character for what she is or if they just want her to be an irreproachable representation of a muslim girl. They want the show to educate people on Islam but guys, Skam isn’t a sociology documentary. Skam is a tv show about teenagers learning to grow up. I can understand they were delighted to see a muslim girl on tv, they felt they could identify with her. But to be this angry because the story isn’t the one they expected ???

Things they’re criticizing (slow development, unanswered questions…) were already in the previous seasons. That’s Skam’s trademark ! They’re doing Sana a disservice by not appreciating her character’s development as a whole and only wanting to focus on her religion. Of course Sana is muslim and it’s an important part of her but it’s not everything. Why every complain is about Islam and muslim representation ? Sana is also a teenager, she has concerns such as fitting at school, falling in love etc. Do we need to cry because we didn’t get a Ramadan scene yesterday? Of course it’d be great to have this scene, it would add realism to the show. But if we don’t get it, it will not be the end of the world. I’ve read things like « this season is about us » or « this season should represent muslims this way or that way ». Really ? I guess I didn’t know. I thought Skam season 4 was about SANA…

I’m an african-french woman and here there’s almost no POC representation on tv. I think once a year there’s a movie made for tv about POC and their struggles. That about it. It’s frustrating and disheartening but when I watch a show with black people I don’t expect to identify with them. I just follow the storyline and the characters progression. I don’t expect the writer to educate people on our ways of life and beliefs. And I don’t expect the show to change the way the world sees us!