bitter blessings

@theoneandonlytruejack replied to your post “zmediaoutlet reblogged your post and added: …”

Ehh, still prefer Dabb over Carver.

Oh, why?

(Seriously! I can totally get this – I like Carver’s era myself (though I like his eps before he become showrunner more) but it is deeply flawed, in some very different (and a few similar) ways than Dabb’s inaugural season. And I’ve been feeling too negative lately, I’d love to hear some positive thoughts on s12!)

Kripke is still my favorite showrunner. He had his own weaknesses, but he had a rare vision and understanding of what makes TV entertaining. (Or else he lucked into the perfect show for him to write? I haven’t watched any of Kripke’s other shows, so I don’t know if SPN is an exception or the rule.)

Wow the final season of SKAM was perfection:

*All the squads
*Yousana
*William and Noora reunited
*Even and Isak forever
*Magnus and Vilde
*CHRIS AND EVA ENDGAME

Can you believe? #blessed

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Behind the Scenes of The Poison Sky / The Sontaran Stratagem (Part Three)

Excerpts from the DVD Commentary with David Tennant, Russell T. Davies, and producer Susie Liggat:

DT: It’s funny how the weirdest things can be very difficult.  That bit where I chuck that gun away, which has to look terribly carefree, careless, and yet throwing a gun away is so difficult because it’s an expensive prop

RTD: Yeah, yeah

DT: …that you can’t afford to break or scratch.  So to toss it away with such elan, you have to have fourteen people holding up duvets and cushions, desperately trying to catch this gun before it scratches itself or something else.

SL: I think Phil is an ex-rugby player or something because he’s got pretty safe hands, hasn’t he?

DT: Phil Shellard the grand-master of props

SL: He’s a legend

DT: I broke that [the device the Doctor makes in Rattigan’s lab].  There’s a Phil Shellard story!  The first time I did that, hitting that thing with a hammer, the prop broke in two.

RTD: [ laughs loudly ]

DT: And Phil Shellard mended it in about 30 seconds to go for another take.

SL: He was amazing.

DT: And you can’t tell.  Maybe if you freeze-frame you can just see a hairline crack, but I bet you can’t.  Oh you can!  Just at the bottom, see?

RTD: Oh yeah, look there!

DT: Below the red switch.

RTD: You vandal.

DT: Sorry 

A big “thank you!!” to everyone who shares set photos

Additional parts of this photoset: [ one ] [ two ] [ four ] [ five ]
The rest of the behind-the-scenes photosets are available [ here ]

Things drag queens have said

From various Rupaul’s Drag Race videos. Possibly offensive language. Feel free to change the pronouns/sentences as you see fit!

“Hate is a strong word, and that’s why I used it.”
“I’ve nothing to say to this bitch.”
“I hope you bought my merchandise, you asshole.”
“It’s so hard to keep my lovely skin clear and soft and luscious for the bitches like you.”
“I gotta do what I gotta do. I’m twelve pounds soaking wet you son of a bitch.”
“…but you’re cute though, so I’ll let you say what you gotta say.”
“I think that you’re wrong. I think that I look fine, all the time, and I don’t think you really focus on my costar who looks worse than me.”
“YOU’RE the fucking joke!”
“Thank you. Thank you for your advice. Finally something I can use. Cause I can take this advice, AND WIPE MY ASS WITH IT.”
“Come say it to my face, we’ll see how boring you think I am.”
“You know exactly who I am. I’m the person that won’t sling back at you, because I think you deserve love the way I do. I’m your mother, bitch.”
“I couldn’t get enough of seeing how horrible you are.”
“I love it, I live for it, bring it on, CUNTS.”
“As long as I have an hourglass that’s all that matters, right?”
“He didn’t say hello, ’cause he was an asshole.”
“Well of course I’m a goddamn mess, I’ve got ___ all over my face!”
“You know what I say to you? Don’t hate. Participate.”
“You don’t have to understand, you don’t have to be a fan. At the end of the day you’re still the loser.”
“You could shoot me in the face and the bullet wouldn’t hit the skin. I’m in it to win it.”
“I guess we’re not really friends.”
“He’s the queen of the people.”
“Usually our relationship is me making fun of you, and you crying.”
“Thank you for hating so much. If there wasn’t hate, there wouldn’t be love.”
“I’m conceited because of all this [gestures at self] it’s called flawless.”
“It’s a little game I call, ‘how much can I hate myself?’”
“You could’ve been meaner than this, I wanted to get emotional.”
“You sound a little bitter honey, but God bless you.”
“I’m beautiful on the outside only? You must have really high standards for what insides look like.”
 “I hope I’m saying that right, I wouldn’t want to mispronounce an asshole’s name.”
“She is huge, she’s clumsy, and she’s a bitch.”
“I guess we’re friends now, I can’t seem to get rid of her.”
“She’s so much more than a great set of legs. She’s also a whore.”

Writing Master Post

So I’ve decided to make a new blog solely for my writing and drawings, rather than having it all cluttered up on my main account. So, here’s a list of all my previous written works:

Rivamika Week:

Reminiscence: Memories were bitter blessings, and reminiscence was a sweetened curse- because it hurt to remember, but it pained them more to forget (Day 1: Forget-Me-Nots)

Deviations: There was nothing constant in life except for change, but she was just a little too blind to notice, and he was a little too impatient to wait any longer (Day 2: Gladioli)

Faded Impressions: His thumb brushed along the scars on her flesh, curious. “Victories,” she supplies. She traced the scars billowing across his spine, questioning. “Reminders,” he says in return (Day 3: Apple Blossoms)

Crescendo: For a moment it wasn’t a bow in her hand but a sword, one that severed flesh with every arc and created destruction instead of music. And suddenly he wasn’t sure where he stood- if was living now, or then, or perhaps somewhere in between (Day 4: Daffodils/ Narcissus)

Sentimentality: In which a poor bundle of daisies meet their demise by the hands of an irate corporal; AU (Day 5: Violets)

Guileless Endeavors: It took crooked cravats, a climbing fiasco, and an acceptance of crude little flowers, but Levi didn’t too mind much- so long as he saw her smile; Kids!AU (Day 7: Baby’s Breath)

Rivamika Prompts:

Unspoken:  It was the first time he had seen her throat so exposed, and with careful precision he took note of its alabaster shine and the soft curve at its base. It was bare and delicate, like her, and suddenly he knew all that he needed to know. (Anonymous asked: rivamika drabble, please! broken engagement, unrequited love.)

Intoxicated Idiocies: At this point, Mikasa was trying to survive the night. He, on the other hand, was preventing her from possible head trauma (captain-kat-celestial asked: Levi and Mikasa meet in a bar fight?)

Opium: She’s breathing him into her lungs, staining him on her tongue, becoming addicted to the very idea of him (rivamika-drabbles, #58)

Rumpus: In a soft, broken voice, she whispers, “What’s the use of being so strong, when I can’t protect those closest to me?” (lightmaycry asked:I have a prompt c: Levi and Mikasa was lost in a wood and stay inside a cabin because a big storm, apparently, Mikasa is a afraid of Lightning because his childhood past)

Let’s Talk About Sex: There’s a moment of complete silence, and then he hears it: “Where do babies come from?” Levi promptly chokes on his tea. She stares at him, as if truly expecting an answer. “…You’ve got to be shitting me.”(Anonymous asked: Hi! could you do this prompt? Im always seeing fics where Mikasa doesn’t know about “where babies come from” so, I think it would be funny to read one where she does know, but Levi think she doesn’t, so it’s all awkward for him, so to mess with him, she explains to him where babies come from.)

Other:

Supernova: It’s their dying star.