but she's driven and she plays by no one's rules but her own

On Fury Road and the value of non-threatening male heroes

So I’ve been re-watching Fury Road and something struck me;

Tom Hardy’s Max is just really non-threatening. Now, that’s weird on a surface level because in story he’s presented as very dangerous. But here’s the thing about the kind of men we’re used to seeing in action movie; They are threatening in their masculinity.

The capitol A Action hero is a fixture in our cultural awareness. Almost without fail this hero is a man (if you have a woman in the role of action hero, it’s almost always proceeded by her gender. She can’t just be the action hero, she is very clearly cast as a FEMALE action hero.) So our male Action hero  is a badass. He’s dangerous, he’s brooding, he’s tough as nails. Sometimes he’s sarcastic and witty, sometimes he’s a moody stud. Point is, despite cultural changes that we see with our Action heroes as different pop culture trends change the flavoring, these men are all pretty much cut from the same mold. And here’s the thing about your typical Action hero; They have this underlying current of threatening masculinity. To put it bluntly, your typical Action hero is really all about cock. They’re intimidating to both their male peers and the women who are cast opposite them. They are toxic masculinity distilled onto our screens.

Now, in recent years we’ve been seeing more varity in our Action heroes. More emotion. Of course, there have always been exceptions (Luke Skywalker is one of the most note worthy male heroes to break this mold, and I think it’s worth noting that he’s often called whiny. Hell, when I was a little kid I loved him, but as a young teenager I thought he was lame. Now I realize that this might well have been because he wasn’t acting like your typical male hero. Maybe that scared me on some level) Anyway, let’s get back to Hardy’s Max. In story he  starts out as frightening, but he is never threatening in the way of your usual Action hero. He’s feral, dangerous, and unpredictable at the start of our story, but he doesn’t have any of that toxic masculinity.  So, we have a mad Max who is dangerous, and seems mad, as it were.  But there’s none of that hyper male Action hero posturing.

Hardy’s Max is a flawed man whose past has almost driven him past the point of no return. To the other characters in the movies he initially seems to be  feral (they don’t have the benefit of hearing his inner thoughts) Max is a frightening, but he’s not a masculine he-man. In fact, the characters in the movie who fall close to what we’re used to seeing in Action heroes are the warboys and their leader. The culture espoused by Immortan Joe is hyper masculine and toxic. The young men who idolize him seem like extreme versions of what we’re used to with our heroes. They’re brainwashed into a society built on toxic masculinity and objectification, and the heroes of the story are the ones fighting against this idea. Interestingly, Furiosa has a lot of traits of your traditional Action hero, but it’s coupled with compassion and self reflection, not because she’s a woman, but because  she’s  a person. Like Max, she is fighting to regain her humanity through helping a group of young women fight for their freedom from a world of toxic masculinity.

So, again back to Max himself. As the movie goes on he regains his sense of self. A big theme int he movie is the objectification and commodification of human life. We see this with Immortan Joe’s ‘wives” as well as with the brainwashed warboys and the use living humans as ‘bloodbags’ and ‘milkers’ Max starts the movie literally strapped to the hood of a car as a hood ornament/living blood bag.  Max is reluctant to help Furiosa and the ‘wives’ at first, but we see him change in a brief period of time. He  regains his humanity through helping others and coming to terms with his own demons. Hardy’s Max is dangerous, but he’s also vulnerable, undeniably so. We see his fear, we see what haunts him, and we see him struggle to survive, and then struggle to come to terms with his past in order to help others have a future. This sets him apart from Mel Gibson’s Max, and in my opinion makes him the better of the two. By the time Max starts really showing his human side, we see a man who is compassionate and half broken, a man who relearns himself by helping others.

Another notable aspect of Max is his relationship with Furiosa. Usually when your typical Action hero is paired with a STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN in a movie, there’s this ongoing dynamic of ‘but you’re a girlllllll’ There isn’t respect, because the heroes of the story are acting out the deeply felt internalized misogyny of our own society. They can’t interact as equals because in our cultural minds they are inherently unequal. They are defined by their rigid gender rules, and they act this out like they’re children on a playground crying about cooties. And of course, there’s usually the sexual element, with the heroes constantly griping at/disrespecting one another while it’s played off as repressed attraction all along.Fury Road never once does this. Max and Furiosa are two flawed and broken people trying to survive. There isn’t a split second where Max stops to wonder how a GIRL can be so tough. Once they’re established as allies, they immediately move into a working relationship built on mutual respect and trust. Two scenes come to mind. Firstly, the initial canon chase when Max first shows himself as an ally. There’s one notable moment where Furiosa is standing up out of the roof and Max hands her a gun. That doesn’t seem important, but there’s something about that gesture that’s very c cinematically important. It shows us that they’re a team now, and it shows us that they trust each other. The second notable scene is the “Don’t breathe” moment in the night bog. Max has previously seen that Furiosa is a good shot. He knows that she is the one to trust with this task, so he hands her the gun and lets her use him as a rifle stand. It’s a moment with no dialogue that speaks volumes.

All of this goes to Max as a nonthreatening hero. He never objectifies, disrespects, or distrusts his counterpart. He’s never an alpha male. He’s part of a story that he doesn’t need to dominate with his manly male maleness. Hardy’s Max is a dangerous, vulnerable, and quietly compassionate man who gives respect and trust where it’s due. He has no need to parade and prove his masculinity. In fact, the people doing that are the villains, and isn’t that telling?

Gasoline [unfinished WIP, KHR]

Going through my folders and posting what isn’t going to be finished or is dropped, so I can get it out for good and focus on what I do want to write.

Warnings for: born-a-female-Tsuna, mentions of attempted marital rape, forced marriages, drug-induced death and general mafia behavior.

Summary: Prior to marrying Iemitsu, Nana was a very accomplished black widow. Tsuna shouldn’t have to follow in her footsteps like this, but Vongola has left her no choice in the matter. So she will have the mafia fear her as she once feared them, and she will survive.


Prior to marrying Iemitsu, Nana Sawada went under a different name, and was a very accomplished black widow. She slipped poison in drinks and drugs where nobody would think to look, put needle marks in skin and occasionally knives in the backs of men who treated her like an object rather than a person.

Tsuna never wanted to learn such lessons. She wanted her marriage, when it finally did happen, to be the once-in-a-lifetime event her mother gushed about having with Iemitsu. After the mafia came and ruined her life, she still clung to feeble hopes that maybe she could still get that.

But it isn’t to be.

Timoteo intends to make a statement, one way or another. Unfortunately, even if a woman should rule as Decima, she must still have a husband. And Xanxus isn’t about to touch the woman that froze him once upon a time. So he’s reached out beyond Vongola to allied families, and they’ve sent their best to him. And now he’s made a choice, and once again he’s forcing it on her.

Tsuna can lie to everyone but herself; she’s afraid. Terrified, in fact. The thought of a stranger touching her makes her want to vomit. The thought of this man breathing in her general vicinity makes her want to vomit, actually. She shakes and quivers and hides beneath her bedcovers, and for once, Reborn says nothing. He doesn’t scold her. He slides a mug of hot chocolate topped with enough whipped cream to give her diabetes her way, wordlessly tipping his hat down as he leaves the room. It doesn’t take someone of Reborn’s calibre to know the man doesn’t like this any more than she does. But he’s her tutor, not her father (no matter how much she wishes otherwise some days), and so he can only stand back and watch this trainwreck.

Maybe that’s why she confides in her mother. Why when everyone is gone, Tsuna goes downstairs, starts to speak, and then bursts into tears. Everything comes rushing out, every lie about the mafia she’s ever told, and she begs her mother’s forgiveness for the lies, and Nana gives it readily, wrapping arms around her and letting her cry into a warm shoulder. The tears eventually leave, and Nana sits her down, gets her a glass of cold water, and begins to tell her a story.

It is not a nice story.

But it teaches Tsuna what she needs to know to survive. Because Nana was once a prominent black widow that nobody could ever track down. Her husbands died of natural causes - all the autopsy reports say so - and while people had their suspicions, there was no evidence for them to pin her with. And after a time, she’d learned how to disguise herself, going from one husband to the next.

Now she cups Tsuna’s small hands in her own, and drops the mask she uses around everyone. “Tsunako, do you want to learn how?”

Tsuna can’t say yes fast enough.


Her first husband dies to poison.

It’s tradition, her mother insists, when she shows Tsunako had to make a clear, tasteless, odorless toxin that’s practically untraceable once its inside the system. It’s homegrown, and Nana is a perfectionist at teaching it. She has Tsuna make batch after batch after batch until eventually she gets everything perfect. And then she gets a dropper and begins to administer one drop to Tsunako a day.

One drop doesn’t kill her. It makes her feel like shit, but she muscles through it, because a true poison user is protected against whatever they brew. Bianchi is the same way - she can eat whatever she makes and the poison won’t kill her or even make her queasy. Nana is immune to whatever toxins she injects into the veins of others, and eventually Tsuna will be too. They have time - the wedding isn’t due for a while, and nobody is going to force her and her husband together until then.

Tsuna sees Reborn watching them, once, but he vanishes too quickly for her to ask him if he’s going to tell anyone what she’s doing. She doesn’t ask afterward, because there’s a look in his eyes that’s… proud. It makes her feel warm, and when he drills her on her lessons later on, she doesn’t complain, driven by her twin desires to survive what’s coming, and make the man that has become her father in so many ways proud.

Spring passes into summer, and the wedding is held. People flock from all over to see it, and Tsuna is dressed to the nines and sent out at the alter. Her husband is a tall, weedy-looking young man who looks far too smug. She hates him at once, and his oily touch doesn’t remedy that.

The poison is not in his drink, but in her lipstick, and when they kiss (him pressing far too close, too hard, disgusting) she feels a sense of predatory satisfaction. The next morning she wakes up and screams, which brings the bodyguard outside the door running. She plays the part of the horrified wife, discovering her husband’s cold, lifeless body in bed. They rush the body away, and bring her to Reborn to keep her safe while they go question guests and comb through the drinks menu.

Reborn eyes her fingernails, but his eyes flicker upwards when she taps her lip in pretend thought. There’s a ghost of a smile across his face, but it fades once the door opens and Timoteo enters, looking both furious and terrified. He questions her if she feels ill, or if anything felt off at the wedding. She answers no to both, wringing her hands and playing up the ‘Dame-Tsuna’ act to full effect. It works, and the old man leaves.

“You’ve been hanging around Bianchi too much,” Reborn murmurs, not moving his lips, and Tsuna has to bite her own to hold back her return of its not Bianchi I’ve been spending so much time with lately, but you already know that.


The death is passed off as a heart attack a week later when no results come up showing foul play. Tsuna doesn’t even get to play the widow in mourning before Timoteo’s given her another husband, this time in the form of a 40 something lech that’s like every old man out of a hentai. The old man gropes her and laughs too loudly and tries to sneak a hand up her dress to cop a feel, but Tsuna smacks his hand away and smiles the same smile her mother does at home even as her stomach rolls and her anger burns a hole through her heart.

He tries to take her no less than four separate time against various walls, each time growing more and more impatient and annoyed when Tsuna darts away. The poison is in her nails this time, and when he finally grabs her too hard she scratches him ‘on accident’ and then demands he leave her alone, she doesn’t want to be touched. She closes herself off in her room and locks the door. Her new husband pounds on it and snarls demands, but she puts her headphones on and ignores him until eventually he gives up and goes away.

This poison is far more slow-acting, and it doesn’t strike until early the next morning during breakfast. Bianchi and Reborn have taken her out to a nearby cafe for breakfast, citing ‘comfort food in these troubling times and a female shoulder to cry on’. In reality Bianchi wants to know her methods and trade tips, and Reborn pays for a tiny cake and congratulates her on finding sneaky solutions to her problems.

“I thought you’d go running off and tell Timoteo,” she confesses to her tutor. Reborn gives her a look.

“I’ve been around this business long enough to know how these things go, Tsuna. Trust me, I don’t judge you one iota for what you’re doing. But you should probably change your methods here shortly.”

She nods, having already planned to use a needle on whoever the unfortunate third soul is. They finish breakfast and head home, laughing and talking about whatever strikes their fancy, and when they arrive home its to a Timoteo that looks far older than before. “Grandfather? What’s wrong?”

He gives her a pitying look. “There’s… there’s been another death, my dear.”

She drops to her knees in shock, Bianchi by her side instantly, hooking an arm around her shoulders and murmuring comforting words as she ‘helps’ Tsunako up. Reborn’s face is shadowed, but Tsuna can see the sparkle in his eyes from her position. “What happened?” she asks in what she hopes is the right tone of voice.

Later, Reborn toasts her in the privacy of the bedroom, and Bianchi congratulates her on another job well done. This death is passed off as a choking accident, as apparently the man had been shoving as much food in his gullet as possible when the poison had kicked in. Nobody had managed to get to him in time to prevent the ‘choking’, which just made the victory all the easier.


so i’ve had these jasper asks in my inbox for a while… and it’s about time i address them. i’ll be combining these asks, focusing especially on that last one and the idea of “deserving” redemption, + some of my own general thoughts to talk about the su narrative, jasper, her relationship with peridot, trauma, steven, and where we go from here. 

it’s time for another long post about jasper under the cut. 

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darksidelady  asked:

What are your thoughts on 'romancegate' or the Vanity Fair story that says there is no romance in Ep 8? I am sure your inbox is blowing up about this right now :(

I’m not really surprised/worried/concerned? The article was pretty damn sexist at parts and the drama is ugly af (and I’m avoiding it with a ten-foot pole), but I’m surprised by neither of these things. If we’re talking about (Reylo) romance specifically, to be completely honest I’ve been warning about this since the very beginning, and in very blatant terms that often get me in trouble:

To refresh the memories of long-time followers, and to update those of you who are new to my blog, here’s what I specifically said about Reylo in terms of canon possibilities, along with my predictions towards The Last Jedi and how it related to the three main characters (Rey, Finn, and Kylo):

There will be an “I am your father” moment in Episode VIII—and by that, I mean the same level of shock that the original reveal produced. This moment will either be about Rey’s background/identity, or Rey and Kylo’s relationship, specifically. Rey will become a much more grey character […] while Finn and Kylo will veer out towards the Light and the Dark sides of the Force, respectively. All three of them will become an Avatar of each mindset by the end of the film. Each of them will come of age in their new roles that they occupy within the Star Wars universe.

When speaking about this relationship, I also clarified (in the same piece) that while I thought one-sided Reylo already existed—and it was possible that they could go the sexual route a la Bastila and Revan—this “relationship” that was going on between Kylo and Rey wasn’t going to be traditional, in the romantic sense:

[…] It’s a very complicated, nuanced thing when combined with narrative sensuality, and its not bad VS. good or black VS. white. It’s not this ship or that or straight up fuckin’ like rabbits. It’s kinda grey, like this spot in the Force that both Kylo and Rey occupy, and whatever happens between them its not going to be a straightforward romance (I would be shocked if it was). Maybe this is also what the filmmakers mean when they things will get “dark.”

So we might see some encompassing, destructive passion between Kylo and Rey in Episodes VIII and IX. Instead of Kylo’s redemption, we might see an anti-hero who was so close to redemption fall fully from grace, which would make the moment all the more poignant and tragic. We could see Kylo’s odd fixation with Rey turn into a mutual obsession. Rey might be the one to fall, as they’ve already hinted that she and Kylo are two sides of the same coin, and she flirts with the Dark Side. Who knows? I do know that if Disney went this route, it would be a bold move for Star Wars movies (and I specify the movies, because EU has no qualms with this). […] when JJ said this story was a villain’s arc as much as it was the hero’s one, I think this is what he was hinting at.

I then went on to explain that—while it is certainly possible to write reciprocated Reylo, and I couldn’t 100% rule it out—I also didn’t think they would be going there, just due to subtext and the difficulty of writing those sorts of stories within a blockbuster framework:

So by now […] I think its safe to say that Kylo is heading off the emotional cliff when it comes to Rey. He wants her, and he wants her bad. He’s tenacious, and we see a propensity towards rage and impulsiveness in him, so when he does go after Rey, he’s probably going to do something really stupid to get her back. This will be tied into how the movies will be “weird,” and it will be tied into the “I’m your father” moment, and it will (probably) be a core component of Episode VIII. But this attachment will more than likely be one-sided.

Rey might end up with Finn, or she may end up alone, but I highly doubt she’ll end up with Kylo in the way people are hoping, because to be honest the symbolism behind her character is very, very fragile, and you could very easily fuck it up. Rey means a lot of things to a lot of people, and while you COULD pull off a romantic relationship between Kylo and her, I don’t think Disney will try. Right now the scenes between Rey and Kylo have sexual undertones, and those undertones are non-abusive because Rey has agency. She wins every time they have a showdown. This offsets Kylo’s possessive, sexually aggressive attitude towards her. But if Rey gives in, if she falls for him and this possessive attitude isn’t corrected – if she loses – then everything in the subtext between them becomes kinda problematic.


So right now the only way I can see the Episode VIII team making this dynamic work between Kylo/Rey is to have Rey being stronger than Kylo, consistently, or having them always poised as equals. They could possibly pull it off by having them on opposite ends of the Force spectrum—separated by different ideologies and driven to grief by being parted from one another. That would translate obsessive fixation into legitimate longing, which is An Okay Thing To Like (and show to the kids). But I digress.

Let me also clarify that even if Reylo is one-sided, this doesn’t mean Rey won’t feel anything for Kylo. […] I’m pretty sure Rey will be tempted by Kylo, either sexually or spiritually (through the Force). Maybe she’ll be tempted by both. I’m not sure how far this temptation will go or where it will lead, but I do think it will be part of the movie. And just because I don’t see any way for Reylo to be together in their current context doesn’t mean that the screenwriters won’t do it. They might surprise me and pull it off, and they’ve certainly left themselves room to play with it.

The tl’dr of all of this is that I have maintained from Day 1 that this path is where the franchise is headed, and with the exception of a few hiccups (you can see my score chart here), I haven’t really been off. I said things would get worse before they got better, and that if Kylo was redeemed that redemption would be a painful one that could result in serious maiming or death. From Adam’s more recent comments about his character, it seems Kylo’s outlook will indeed be pretty bleak, at least temporarily. This is not really conducive to romance.

Johnson’s direct quote from Vanity Fair was that The Last Jedi offers “no one-to-one equivalent of the Han-to-Leia, burning, unrequited love. In our story, that’s not a centerpiece” (and keep in mind, it was the journalist who mentioned Stormpilot and Reylo—not Rian Johnson. The journalist—a man—is adding his own bias to this picture, and one that’s pretty clear re: what he considers to be crack pairings. See: his completely inappropriate comments about fanfiction, in relation to female fans, yet again, listing off some of the biggest ships. Because apparently we haven’t had this discussion about-how-fanfiction-is-a-gendered-and-sexist-insult enough).

Han and Leia is a traditional romance, and I said that I didn’t think that Episode VIII would include traditional romances; ergo, I am not shocked by this. I’m just a bit sad, because beyond the sexist tones I’ve been clear about my theoretical position re: Episode VIII from the beginning. Either people haven’t been listening to it, or my words have been willfully misconstrued to mean something they don’t. It’s leading to a bloodbath re: drama, and like a redemption arc it’s going to get far worse before it gets better.

I will say that Johnson’s statement doesn’t explicitly rule out romance, just that it won’t be a centerpiece of it, and it says nothing about Episode IX (but that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms). I am a bit surprised that Johnson chose to bring up the “unrequited” part in the context of Han and Leia, because as far as I can tell they seemed to be genuinely into one another (perhaps he is referring to Leia’s initial rejection of Han, followed by the (sexual) chase? I don’t know).

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I get a jeongguk x reader with #34 please!! Thnx

#34. masquerade ball ft. jimin 
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a/n: im sorry i had this idea and i couldnt get it out of my head but this is honestly just pure filth i hope u enjoy :’)
content: spanking, frottage, exhibitionism & warning: smoking

Having been born in the spotlight, perhaps Jeongguk had always been a little more drawn to the shadows. There was a reason why he shied away from the prying eyes despite his parents’ reputation and position. He was the good kid, the golden kid. His academics never disappointed, his behavior charmed the hearts of people across the seas, his mannerism impeccable in the public’s eye. After all, the son of the minister of justice could never be found doing anything close to being unlawful.

But Jeongguk had a secret just like everyone else. A secret that kept his dark thoughts at bay, a secret that kept him sane in the midst of the corruption and toxicity.

He could still remember the first time he found himself in the room. The mansion was his friend’s, Park Jimin. He wasn’t sure if he should refer to Park Jimin as a friend considering he was as fucked up as Jeongguk was. Family-wise, at least. The second he had laid eyes on Jimin, he knew he’d be trouble. The boy’s malicious smile was one masked perfectly behind the sweet curve of his crescent eyes and the cherubic features of his face. Of course, no one would doubt the only child of Korea’s most successful conglomerate. “I’ll take good care of Jeongguk, sir.”

And he did, he supposed. Jimin had driven him at a demonic speed, told him to slip on a mask (black and laced, perfect for him) and to trust him. Jeongguk wanted to laugh. Trust didn’t exist in their world.

It wasn’t long before he understood the amount of faith Jimin had placed in him, a new burden had been dropped on his shoulders. Yet, there was a heaviness in his heart that had been lifted.

This room was where the children gathered. The children of the opulent, the children suppressed, the children shadowed by their parents’ success and fraudulence. These were the people who wanted to be liberated, to roam the world without titles like price tags attached to them. Some of them were ready to be married off to the highest bidder, some were being prepared and pampered to wed the next successful entrepreneur. Jeongguk knew them, recognized some of their eyes, but he’d never tell, never mention their names or asked why they were there.

Nobody asked questions in the house.

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something i find interesting about murphy’s line “who needs food when you have love” - apart from the fact that it brings in a playfulness that i have always appreciated about his character as a whole and how it shows that he has received one of the most consistent developments this season by far (another character with a very consistent arc would be raven, to be honest) - is that it’s the kind of love confession that is - on a meta-textual level - heavily layered with heartbreaking history about murphy’s own past.

‘cause here is the deal, his scene with emori in 4x09 kind of reminds us of the 86 days he’s spent in the lighthouse alone - which we get to see in 3x01, and i find it fascinating - (not just because raven, emori and murphy make a cute group) - because it stays so true to the patterns of his emotional arc.

remember what actually drove murphy to almost commit suicide back in season 3? what the catalyst was? something very physical that helps people survive?

he says it, after 86 days he basically ran out of food.

while we deal with the very obvious facts that he’s mentally suffering from being isolated and is, in hindsight, reduced to a literal train wreck (a scary routine that consists of eating, sleeping and watching videos of becca and co.), we also deal with the heavy realization that on a very physical level he is going to die an extremely slow and painful death, because he has only one box of food left, which means that the surviver in him can’t survive - he is trapped, he’s out of supplies that keep him alive and there is a real fear brewing in him, because he is completely aware of his future and what promise this bunker gives him.

in that sense, murphy’s exclusive focus on the box of food in this scene is noteworthy, because while he is completely aware of what it means to run out of food - starvation, also known as the kind of death we know he does not want to go through (hence the suicide attempt) - the more irrational part of him can’t go along with the act in itself, since murphy doesn’t want to die, which is narratively affirmed with his line “really never thought I’d miss the Ark this much”.

so, you have this crazy interplay between the loss of external structures (he’s trapped in ALIE’s bunker/has run out of food) and internal conflict (he can’t pull the trigger), which then results in driving the greatest point of this sequence home  - committing suicide alone in a bunker after running out of food would mean fulfilling the one thing murphy fears the most - dying alone.

essentially, that’s why this scene is so surgically feels-inducing to me, because it’s bookend with the kind of construction in which the writers force murphy into a direct one-on-one conflict with himself and therefore his greatest fears, which he just so happens to escape. and while it’s hard to reexamine scenes from season 3 when you haven’t seen it in a while, it’s quite interesting to see how it’s murphy alone who breaks out of it and reaffirms his own survival. no one/nothing snaps him out of the suicide attempt - he does it all by himself.

being a lone wolf is not murphy’s strength, because being alone detracts from his effectiveness as a character, so you need him in a group, or with someone.

in season 4 and especially in 4x09 everything turns upside down. this time he is having an actual conversation about the lighthouse; not only that, but he is having it with none other than emori - the girl he loves.

fittingly, murphy’s character arc is driven forward in large part by his relationship with emori - she has a significant role in shaping him - but the striking part about this scene is the double effect, because - as i’ve stated somewhere above - while it is definitely tied to his first experience in the bunker/lighthouse, we also see how much he has grown since then.

emori is stating the obvious - 5 years in the bunker will mean starvation - being the more rational one between them, because *ring ring ring* there’s not enough food. she is plagued with a legitimate fear, as she believes that the others won’t come back for her, murphy and raven to get them to polis (seeing it as being ruled out as the ones who are doomed to die), but then there is murphy who is in love so *who needs food*. i think that he knows what emori is talking about, but tries to play it cool with a bit of humor, because while murphy can be extremely rational himself, there are moments where his human desires keep him grounded - and emori needs that as much as he does. i mean, just think of his own surprise when he sees nathan and jackson enter becca’s lab.

so, the sly emphasis on the words “food” and “love” bring forth his own emotional development without distracting too much from what’s happening. this scene quite literally considers the actual option of going into the lighthouse (which they get ready for by the end of the episode only to be stopped by nathan and jackson), but it’s also about murphy himself, because he openly revels in his own capacity for love, which is a huge experience for him and us, considering that they believe they will die much sooner than later.

he’s become wise through all kinds of experiences, but i find the new balance that he has found in his relationships - including raven! - to be big.

anyway, i just wanted to share some thoughts about murphy, because this didn’t leave me alone. i need to learn how to make shorter posts.


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I could not for the life of me think of something to name this one. 😂

Request: Imagine Happy going to Gemma for advice on how to ask you to be his old lady. 
Request: Happy imagine where he won’t admit that he has feelings for you til he  has to rush you to lockdown where he confesses.


“I can’t just leave, Hap. This is my job.”
“I aint giving you an option.”
“And since when do I take orders from you?” You leant against the wall and scanned the dimly lit room and the girls swinging around poles.
“Since you started fucking me. Im serious, (y/n). You need to come to the clubhouse, now.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Im at work, Hap. I don’t finish til nine.”
“Your only a bartender at a goddamned strip club. Now do as your told and-“
“Fuck you!”
And then the line went dead. He clenched the phone tightly in his hand.
Happy threw the burner at the wall and watched the cell phone break apart before hitting the floor.
He clenched his jaw.
Why were you always so goddamned difficult?
Happy stood and marched out of his dorm room.
The clubhouse was already beginning to fill up which only agitated him more.
“Hey Hap can you give my mom a hand bringing in the rest of the boxes?”
Happy stopped in his path and look at Jax, fighting an internal struggle before finally nodding and storming towards the door.
He wanted desperately to go and drag your stubborn ass back here but he knew he had responsibilities and he could at least help Gemma out first.
Jax watched him march across the room and turned to his brothers.
“Whats his problem?”
Juice raised his eyebrows. “How much time you got?”

“Where you want them ma?”
“Just sit them in the kitchen.”
Happy nodded and carried in the last boxes of groceries.
Gemma followed him, carrying a paper bag of vegetables with her.
“She coming in?”
Happy glanced at the Queen as he lifted the boxes onto the counter and shook his head.
“Nah, Imma go get her.”
“Bet she’ll love that.” Gemma smirked.
“Its for her own good.” Happy said and turned towards the door.
Gemma grabbed his arm, stopping him and he turned back to look at her.
“Lockdown aint easy for outsiders. You gotta make her know how serious this shit is.”
“Shes not an outsider.” Happy answered.
“Does she know that?”
She could tell by the way Happy looked away that they still hadn’t discussed the status of their relationship and she sighed before stepping in front of him.
She grabbed his shoulders, making him look at her.
“Look, sweetheart. (Y/n)s a good girl. She’s a good fit for you. You gotta lock that shit down before somebody else does.”
Happy nodded. “Thanks ma.”
“Your welcome baby.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go get her. Gates closing soon.”


“What can I get you?”
He eyed you up and down, a sleazy smile on his face.
“How bout a piece of that ass, huh?”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes and plastered the sweetest smile you could manage on your face.
“Oh honey, no amount of cash is gonna make that happen. So what’ll it be?”
“Just a beer.”
You nodded and turned to the fridge when you heard the security guard arguing and you glanced up to see Happy pushing his way into the club.
You took a deep breath and gave the man his beer before stepping out from behind the bar.
“Its okay, T. He’s with me.” You told the security guard.
Happy shoved away from him and walked towards you.
You put your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrows.
“What the fuck are you doing here Hap!?”
“You need to come with me.”
“Jesus christ.” You turned away from him and headed back to the bar, Happy hot on your heels. “I told you on the phone, I’m working.”
“(Y/n), please.” He grabbed your wrist and moved to stand in front of you, blocking your path.
You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest and glared up at him.
“The club is dealing with some shit. Our enemies are coming for us. I need to keep you safe.”
His voice was sincere, and he seemed genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.
You sighed and scanned the club.
Tuesdays were generally pretty quiet, and there was another bartender on.
“Gimme twenty minutes.”
The ghost of a smile played on his lips and he nodded.
“Ill be out the front. I’ll ride with you.”


You closed the car door and looked around the lot.
The place was packed, cars everywhere, around a dozen more bikes than what was normally here. And people gathered around the clubhouse.
happy was parking his bike and you walked towards him.
“Whys there so many people?”
Happy looked at you, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Did you even listen to what I said on the phone? Clubs on lockdown. We need to keep everyone safe.”
You shugged.
“I thought you were just being over dramatic.”
Happy shook his head slowly and you rolled your eyes.
You both walked towards the clubhouse.
“Can you blame me? You don’t even let me drive home alone.”
“Im trying to protect you, (y/n).”
“I can protect myself, Hap.”
Happy sighed.
It was gonna be a long night.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body and began to dry yourself off.
Despite what you initially thought, the night had actually been kinda enjoyable.
You’d been to dozens of parties at the clubhouse. You were best friends with a crow eater and that was how you’d ended up meeting Happy.
But tonight had had more of a family vibe and for the first time since meeting the Sons you could actually imagine this being your life.
The sense of home this place had, the sense of family was something you had never experienced before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you want it.
All the guys had tried it on with you, that first night. They all assumed since your friend was a crow eater that you’d be easy too, but that was far from the case.
You loved the chase and you liked to make men work to get what was between your legs.
Until you’d met Happy. There was just something about him that had driven you crazy.
He was so mysterious, so dangerous and handsome. He had an energy about him that you were drawn to and you’d found yourself breaking rules for him..
That didn’t mean you’d given in to  him; he’d still had to work for it, just not as hard as the previous men in your life.He was suspicious of you, as were all they guys. You hung out with crow eaters, and they all had doubts about your intentions. Like maybe you were just trying to get a guy with a kutte, like all your friends were
It wasn’t purely sexual, as much as you hated to admit it. You were never one to crave relationships but you knew your feelings for Happy Lowman were the kinda thing people wrote songs about.
But god when he clenched his jaw it drove you wild, and you knew you’d never really be able to say no to him. You would  never admit it, but he had total control over you. You were undeniably in love with Happy.
He had rushed you here so fast you hadn’t bother to think of clothes and he hd offered you an old shirt of his to wear to bed.
You reached for it and pulled it over your head. It was big and baggy and it hung loosely over you, sitting on your upper thighs.
Slightly faded letters spelt SAMCRO across the front and you smiled as you breathed in the scent of him.
You stepped in front of the mirror and looked at your reflection.
Maybe one day you really would fit into his world, and maybe one day he would fall in love with you.
Maybe one day he could actually call you his girlfriend or, even his old lady.
One day, maybe. But for now; while you stood naked in the bathroom of his dorm room, the scent of him filling your lungs; you could pretend.

“What are you looking at, little girl?”
You smirked and stayed leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.
Happy sat in bed, shirtless with the sheets draped loosely over him as he leant against the headboard, a joint between his fingers.
“Just admiring the view.”
Happy snorted and took a drag of his joint. “Come here.”
You pushed off the wall and skipped across the carpet and knelt on the bed beside him.
In clothes, Happy was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, but out of them.. He was a masterpiece. You could spend hours looking at him, and you drowned in his tattoos and abs and every inch of his perfectly sculpted body.
He passed you the joint and you took a drag before passing it back to him.
“That suits you.” Happy said, gesturing to his shirt you were wearing.
You glanced down at it and brushed off the compliment.
“Greys not really my colour.”
Happy smirked and patted the pillow next to him.
You crawled over and tucked up next to him curling into his side, and he put his arm around your shoulder.
“Thank you for coming, (y/n). I know you didn’t want to.”
His voice always sounded huskier at night and you smiled at him.
“Im glad I came.”
“It wont be for long, couple days maybe.”
You groaned. “Ive got work tomorrow Happy, Im gonna lose my job if i don’t show up.”
Happy stubbed out the joint in the ashtray.
“I aint risking your life for a bartending job.”
“I can protect myself.”
He looked at you and sighed. “I know you can. But your staying here. Just go to sleep and we’ll sort it out tomorrow.”
“But I-“
His lips crashed against yours before you could protest and you gave in almost immediately.
His rough hands reached down and you moved into his lap, straddling him.
There was a sudden urgency to his kiss and he tugged the shirt up your body and lifted it over your head.
He tossed it to the ground and sat back.
You blushed under his gaze and he licked his lips as he looked at your bare chest before pulling you to his lips once more.


Happy watched you as you laughed with Lyla and Juice.
It had been two days since he had dragged you here and despite your initial protests you had actually been enjoying yourself.
He liked watching you, settling in with his brothers and their families. You seemed to fit in well.
Happy stood and headed to the kitchen.
Gemma was standing in front of the stove, stirring a large pot and Happy knocked softly on the wall to get her attention.
“Hey sweetheart,”
Happy nodded and leant against the counter. He pulled a toothpick from his pocket and placed it between his lips, rolling it across them with his tongue.
Gemma watched him intently.He was struggling with something.
“You told her yet?”
“Told her what?”
“That your in love with her.”
Happy paused and shook his head.
“I dont know how, Gem.” He said quietly. “Im not good at talking about this shit.”
“Look, sweetie. Girl like that, she don’t need to be told all the time. You want her to be an old lady?”
Happy nodded.
“Then you just gotta ask her. She’s good for you. Knows how to turn you on and treat you right. She’s been around the club enough to know what it means to be an old lady. She’s tough. She’ll keep you grounded. You need that.”
Happy nodded and rubbed at is neck.
“She loves you, sweetheart.” Gemma said reassuringly. “Take her on a date when all this is over. A real date. Ask her then.”
“Thank you momma.”
“Its okay baby.”


“Who wants a beer?”
Happy nodded and Jax and Opie raised their hands.
You nodded and headed to the bar.
Despite being locked in the club house all day you’d enjoyed every second.
Gemma had been watching you closely, but you got on well with the queen and she was always up to something, so you just ignored it.
The boys had been out for most of the day and you had leapt out of your seat the second you’d heard the bikes pulling into the lot.
Happy had to admit, coming home to you after a long day was something he could get used to.
You grabbed the beers, and one for yourself and headed back to them.
Happy met your eye as you walked and you smirked at him and tried to wink.
“Are you okay? Have you got something in your eye?”
“No, I’m.. I’m winking. Im trying to wink.”
Happy  raised his eyebrows and smirked while Jax and Opie laughed.
You blushed and passed the boys their beers.
“Thank you darlin.” Jax said, with an over exaggerated wink.
You laughed too and raised your middle finger at him.
Happy pulled you into his lap and you obliged, laying your hand casually across his broad shoulders.
The conversation was light and friendly and you were all laughing, except for Happy.
He couldn’t stop staring at you. His plans to take you on a date were flying out the window.
You tried to ignore it bit when Jax and Ope stood to go outside you turned to look at him.
“The fuck you staring at?” You asked and took a swig of your beer.
“I love you.”
You spat your beer at, spraying a mist over the table in front of you.
“What?” You wiped the beer dribbling down your chin.
“I love you.”  Happy repeated.
His voice sounded so.. nervous. Was the Tacoma Killer nervous?!
You stared at him, your mouth open, searching for any hint of a lie in those dark eyes of his.
But you saw only truth, and love.
You swallowed and placed your beer on the table in front of you before turning his lap to look at him fully.
“You love me?”
“I do.” He nodded.
You pressed your lips against his.
“I love you too, Happy.” You smiled against his lips.
He kissed you again and you breathed him in. You shifted in his lap til you were straddling him and he wrapped his arms around you.
“Get my crow.” He whispered against your lips.
You pulled back and looked at him questioningly.
“I want you to be my old lady.”
You pulled away from him and stood up and Happys face fell slightly.
You took a step backwards, your eyes never leaving his face.
“Is that a no?” He asked.
You smiled widely and shook your head.
“Its a yes, you dork.” You took another step back.
“Come on. I want my old man to pick where his crows gonna go.” You tugged your shirt down, flashing him a bit of cleavage and attempted another wink.
Happy smirked and stepped towards you, grabbing you by the waist and planting a kiss on your lips.
“You gotta work on that wink, little girl.”


Once again I’m too lazy to edit, SO i hope theres no errors or autocorrect mistakes.. Hope you guys liked this one 😘

Happy Birthday, Sam!

Characters: Sam, Little sister!reader, Dean, Jess, John [mentioned]

Words: 2600+

A/N: So I started writing this today, without any idea in mind at all, because I completely forgot it was May 2nd today (yes it’s been a lot lately haha. In my head it’s like a month left to May, but apparently not). I just finished writing this and it’s getting kinda late, so I apologize if there’s any errors and stuff. Also, the first two parts are flashbacks, kind of. Hopefully it’ll make sense.

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Your name: submit What is this?

You love birthdays. Always had, ever since you were a kid. And although it was fun to have your own birthday, you mostly meant other people’s birthdays. You just loved seeing smiles on their faces as you tried your best to make their special day, just that, special. It surely was something magical about that.

”(Y/N)?” Dean whispered, as his hands gently shook your narrow shoulders to awake you.

You tiredly rubbed your eyes with your fists, blinking hard to regain your vision, wanting to return to the dreamland with blue skies, funny-shaped cotton candy-like clouds and all kinds of pretty, colorful animals including unicorns with rainbow mane and tails.

”Come on,” Dean whispered again, helping you sit up in the bed. ”We gotta surprise Sammy!”

You remembered, and instantly you were wide awake and alert. Sammy’s birthday.

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Some SU thoughts #2

I will here debrief the latest Steven Bomb, beware of spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet !

I must say that I am nicely surprised by how well the Bomb is built. It has a very logical storyline, all the episodes being closely linked to each other. To me, Steven Universe is a great show for a lot of reasons but it has a weak spot : its lack of link between certain episodes, especially episodes outside the “main” storyline. This is why it always feels like the show is divided in two categories of episodes : the “gem-centric” ones and the ones centered around the humans which the fandom often calls “the fillers”. This seems like the episodes are not presented on the same level because they are so separated from each other even though both are important.
A show like Gravity Falls for example manages to reduce the gaps between the main-story episodes and the so-called fillers.

But this Steven Bomb is different because both types of episodes fuse : the Crystal Gems are actually on the background this time, even though it is strange that Peridot and Lapis are never included in the most recent confrontations with Homeworld Gems, especially in case of a big event like this one.

This allows the humans to be on the front line for once. Their characters are developed while the story goes on and there really are involved in it. Doug Out stages well this involvement with Connie’s dad joining the party to track down some (gem-)criminals. It is different from a so-called filler because it is not a short-lived story which will never be mentioned again. The same goes with Lars’s episode. It is a crucial episode for Lars’s character development. Staging his coward behaviour in two very different situations : failing show off his cooking abilities because he is afraid of judgement and refusing to help Saddie because Topaz might be a deadly encounter. We clearly see the link between the two episodes here. This staging is really important because Lars stays on the ship with Steven and the Homeworld Gems : it prepares us for the obstacles in a potential escape plan and also makes room for Lars’s own development. The next episode Stuck Together already bears in its name the difficulties ahead.

The Bomb also has a sort of mirror structure as Lion 4 and I am my Mom seem to resonate with on another articulated around Rose’s figure.

Lion 4 : Alternate Ending brings up questions about Lion’s role in the story. Right from the start he has been the most mysterious character. He seems to play the part of some sort of guide for Steven. He is like the wise character in a fantasy quest only revealing informations to the hero when he is ready. The idea of the quest is actually a low-key theme in the show as Steven is in search of his purpose and of himself so it fits for Lion to have this “guide” role.
And a new story element has also been presented : the mysterious chest inside Lion’s mane.

Finally we get introduced to new Gems : Aquamarine and Topaz.
There is something quite odd about Aquamarine : she doesn’t summon her weapon nor her wings through her gem which has been the rule up until now. She either uses shapeshifting or enhancers like Peridot but it would be strange as she is quite powerful and an obviously high-ranked gem.

The Aquamarine-Topaz duo shows the differences and complementary aspects of blue and yellow Gems. Now that Aquamarine has been added to the list of blue Gems, we see that a lot of them have flying abilities thanks to wings or a floating feature like Sapphire. It mirrors the fact that Blue Gems are originally characters driven by their mind : Sapphire sees through her mind’s eye. Characters build around their mind feature tend to be linked to air and thus flying : think about the airbenders in Avatar the Last Airbender. Blue Gems are hence supervisors, as you can see with Holly Blue Agate : she is in charge of the Zoo and the Famethyst represents the muscles.  The same thing goes for Aquamarine, she is the cunning mind of the mission whereas Topaz is brute force. It is enhanced by the fact that Aquamarine talks a lot while Topaz only acts. This complementarity between the different Gems has already been addressed in That will be All especially in Yellow Diamond’s song where she clearly leans towards action while Blue Diamond is overwhelmed by her interior thoughts : you can read a more detailed analysis here. Mind has a power and this is why the Gem’s size doesn’t matter :  while being very small Aquamarine is much more dangerous than Topaz. Remember what Jasper said about Lapis : “I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.” Blue Gems are definitely much more powerful than they look.

This may also explain why Yellow Diamond and Blue Diamond are depicted on the same level on the Diamonds pattern : they are complementary :  it’s reflection and action working together.

Address your questions, theories or anything you want to say here !

A Shallura Stargazing fic won by @daydreamsandwikiwalks I had a lot of fun writing this and I really enjoy the Voltron characters. My next prize fic is more Voltron so hopefully, I can keep this rolling.

Shiro stepped out of the base and onto the grass, staring out across the sky before he scanned the field before him. He saw her white hair first, like a breath in the cold. He went towards her with a slight smile on his face.

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The Joker x Reader - “Old Habits”

Everyone in the underworld answers to The Organization. This only happens once, but you will be auctioned to the other members that already served their term and for 6 months you will belong to that person. You have to do anything they ask, both on personal and business level. All the profits go to The Organization; you can’t keep anything for yourself; you can’t escape, you can’t avoid it, just postpone the inevitable. After your 6 months, you can choose and stay as a bidder (just like you did).

“We’ll start the bidding at $500.000 ! “ the auctioneer points towards The Joker, who is chained to the wall and sure doesn’t look pleased with this evening’s events. But there is nothing he can do about it and he is aware of it. He certainly fought them, that’s why he’s tight up. J should have known better but …there he is.

You lift your hand up and so do several more.

“You’re popular, Mister Joker” the announcer snickers and you know J enough to notice he might snap soon. Please don’t do anything reckless, it’s only going to make it worse, you think to yourself, worried.

“What about a million dollars, hm?”

Poison Ivy turns towards you, winking:

“Wanna share him? We can go half-half girl,” she bites her lip, enthusiastic.

“Not on J, Ivy”, you answer, determined to hold your ground.

“Uhhhh, you’re no fun Y/N! But I can understand how powerful an old flame can be… ” she sighs, playing with her hair.

“ 2 million?” you hear and you lift your hand again. So many wanting him… If anybody else gets The Clown Prince of Crime it won’t be pretty. He can probably handle it… and yet something inside you doesn’t want you to give up.

“ 5 million! “ you raise your voice and all heads turn towards you.

The Joker finally notices you and grinds his teeth, definitely not glad with the encounter.

“6!” Ivy waves at the auctioneer, excited.

“7!” you keep on going, irritated she is just doing it to antagonize you.


You take a deep breath and loudly exclaim:

“12 million!” People start talking and whispering and Ivy pouts, already bored:

“She can have him for that price,” she giggles, elbowing you. You pinch her arm, smiling and relieved you won.

“12 million going once, going twice…. Mister Joker is sold to Miss Y/N for 12 million!”

Everyone starts clapping and congratulating you; he just stares with a blank expression on his face, wanting to kill everyone in the huge room. At least he didn’t do anything stupid for once.


“Untie him,” you command once J is brought to your quarters. He starts cussing, trying to kick the guards and you cover his mouth while they take the chains off.

“Please shut up, you’ll get in trouble. It’s your turn and there is nothing you can do about it. If you run or try to trick them, they will take away everything from you and you’ll have nothing to get back to in Gotham, you know it. Most than likely you’ll end up dead; they don’t like rebellions, no matter who the person is. Are you good now?” you ask and his chest goes up and down really fast but he nods a yes. “Good, “you let go and the guards are done too. “Leave us,” you signal and once they are gone you close the door behind them, finally relaxing a bit.

“Where the hell were you???!!!” he stomps towards you, extremely furious and pushes you so brutally you almost fall on your back. “You just left me without a word???!!  Gone for 8 months and now I find myself here with you as my buyer for the next half a year?!!! Do…do you know how long I’ve… I’ve searched for you?” he takes it down a notch, keeping his hands in his hair, panting.

You just regain your balance and calmly inform him:

“You know I postponed my time for as long as I could until they didn’t play along anymore. They came for me at my apartment and I had to go. I couldn’t contact you because they don’t allow it, you know the rules. I thought you would have guessed on why I disappeared…I didn’t leave you…” you blink faster, rubbing your cheeks, not wanting to get too emotional about it.

“Why didn’t you come back, hm?” he points his finger at you, still mad. “Your 6 months were up two months ago!!!”

“I stayed for you!” you suddenly scream and he frowns, not expecting it. “I knew your time will be up soon and you won’t be able to avoid it. I wanted to buy you so none of the ones having a grudge against you will !!!! Once you leave you can’t come back so I stayed. That’s why I chose to remain here as a bidder, you, you…ungrateful JERK!!!” you lash out at him, upset and almost regretting your decision.

“Jeez, thanks,” The Joker has the nerve to sarcastically mock you, even if on the inside he gets the picture.

“You dare talking to me like this, J?!” you tremble with anger, trying not to have a meltdown. “You know this is everyone’s chance to get revenge on those whom they don’t like or have a grudge against. And you, King of Gotham… “ you smirk, fuming with vexation,”… have a lot of enemies among our own. You should be so grateful right now that you’re mine and not someone else’s! Do you know Ivy wanted to share, huh? Do you know what happens to the men she buys? I’ve seen it and it’s not pretty. Harvey hates you, he would have torn you to pieces until the bitter end of your 6 months. Riddler would have driven you insane, really insane; you wouldn’t have recognized yourself at the end of your time!!! You think you know mind games? HA! Try his!… And the list goes on and on!”

You take a deep breath because spitting out this stuff made you all worked up.

J definitely seems speechless for once; he keeps on looking at you up and down, debating:

“Who… who bought you?” he utters, taking off his jacket and placing it on the bed.

“I was lucky it was Dr. Freeze,” you sniffle. “Due to his…condition, I mostly just had to do the business part for The Organization. A few times…”, he sees your eyes getting teary, “…I don’t want to talk about it, OK? And then I stayed…waiting for you…so I can get you and nobody else. That’s how much I cared. But don’t worry, that’s not the case anymore,” you hiss at him, regaining your composure. “ I just wanted to repay you for that time during the Wayne Industry heist you saved my life. I don’t want to owe you, understand?” you quickly make up a reason this way it won’t show how hurt you are. He has no idea what you’ve been through and what it took for you to stay when all you desired was to leave and run back to him.

The Joker just lifts his shoulders up, puckering his lips:

“So this means I don’t have to sleep with you and all that stuff since I’m yours for 6 months?”

“Exactly, I don’t want you to touch me; just worry about the business part of it and get them as much money as they want!  I’m responsible for you so try not to get us both killed. Then you’re done and that’s it. If you want to stay as a bidder afterwards, it will be your choice,” you grumble, shaking your head since J is really getting on your nerves.

He deliberates for a few seconds before talking again:

“So…what am I supposed to do if I…get…the urge, Doll?”

“What?!” you snarl, not amused. The Joker was hoping it would make you smile.“Whatever you did while I was gone!” you bark at him and head towards the bathroom, adamant to take a shower, maybe it will help cool you off.

You hear the knock in the door and it scares you. Were you two really loud?! Hopefully they didn’t hear the argument or you’re in big trouble.

“Take your shirt off, quickly!” you tell him while you pull your dress over your head, taking your bra off and tossing it to the side. He knows why so for once he does as asked and you push him in bed, getting on top of him really fast and covering everything you can with the blanket.

“Come in,” you turn your head and one of the guards walks in, averting his eyes when he sees the both of you like that.

“What is it? I’m busy enjoying my prize!” you growl, covering your breasts with your hands.

“I’m so…so sorry to interrupt, Miss Y/N. I have the Organization’s list of everything Mister Joker has to do for 6 months, all the heists, kidnappings and…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” J replies, irked, getting on his elbows. “Just get out, we know the drill; the lady’s having fun, OK? She sure wants her money’s worth so I have to get back to business, like…NOW!”

“Leave that stuff on the table,” you point with your head and the guard obliges, turning around afterwards and exiting your quarters.

“Of course, m-my apologies again,” he nervously stammers, closing the door.

“Good, this helped, it looks believable,” you whisper. “Would you take your hand out of my bikini?!” you slap his arm, trying to kick him in the crotch as you get off him.

“Heyyyy, watch the merchandise, you paid 12 million for it!” J snickers and he doesn’t like the fact that you’re still upset. But he was a complete ass, so…

“You’re not worth it, trust me…” you sadly reply and he bites his tongue because he sure wants to say something very mean. “I’m going for a shower, I have 2 more bathrooms in my quarters, pick one,” you let him know with a sour expression on your face, heading back towards your own.


“So I’m sleeping here?” he inquires, slamming 4 pillows on the bed.

“Yes, you know the rules: you have to sleep in the same bed with your buyer. Sometimes they raid the rooms at night, they sure don’t care about privacy too much. You can’t lock the doors, ever.  We have to follow protocol.”

The Joker huffs, fiddling around with his boxers before sitting down.

“How was sleeping in the same bed with Dr. Freeze?” he inquires, watching you roll your eyes:

“Cold!” you shortly reply and continue: “This is a double king so there’s plenty of space. Make sure you stay on your side, don’t try your sneaky ways with me,” you warn him, getting comfortable under your comforter. You reach your hand and turn off the lamp when you hear:

“Hey, Y/N, do they have stripers here?”

“Shut the hell up, J!” you place the cover on top of your head, hoping he’ll be quiet.

“No, seriously, do they?” he tries again.

Since you don’t answer, The Joker assumes he can continue yapping:

“I think you should know I might have got somebody pregnant.”

“For God’s sake, give it a rest, will you?” you turn on the other side. “I don’t care!”  but after a few seconds he is so pleased to hear your muffled voice from under the covers: “Did you really?!”

His maniacal laughter resonates in the bedroom and you decide not to say anything anymore.


You wake up sweating, feeling really hot and you realize why: he got under your comforter and he’s squeezing the life out of you in his sleep.

“J, wake up, go on your side!” you take his hands away from around your waist, not wanting him so close to you. “This better be your gun!” you push him away, not entertained at the situation.

“Nope, not my gun, you know I sleep naked,” he groans, half asleep. “Old habits, don’t flatter yourself,” and he tries to snuggle by you again.

“I’m not. Stop bugging me, I mean it!” you punch him in the arm, aggravated again.

“Don’t hit me!” he musters, trying really hard not to hit you back. “…What the hell is this?!” J grumbles, feeling your skin from under your t-shirt.

“Not all my missions were easy, I have more scars now, “you confess, not happy at the memories, pulling away from him and he finally lets go and rolls over towards his side of the bed.

“I’m sure you deserved it,” he maliciously responds, getting cozy with his pillows. He certainly likes to bite.
“Just make sure you do what you have to do for your 6 months and then you’re done…we’re done with this nonsense…” you sulk since you are fed up with his crap.

“Whatever, I don’t give a damn!” he has one last outburst before winding down. “Hey, Y/N, can you imagine me sleeping in the same bed with Dead Shot or Harvey? Those guys are boring.”

And you thought he was done. But you don’t reply.

“But Ivy though… that woman knows how to make other men want her and… ouch, hey, watch it!” The Joker protests when he receives one of your pillows right in the face. “ I’m keeping this one too,” he decides, and he hears you mumble not very nice things; it pleases him to realize he still has the power to antagonize you.


He came back from one of his mission with a black eye. Because of his pale skin, it looks so much worse than it is.

“Can you see?” you ask, staring at his eye: definitely doesn’t look clear blue anymore: just red, swollen and inflamed.

“Somewhat,” J sighs, grabbing the ice bag from your hand and placing it over his bruise.

“You should go to one of the doctors here, I don’t want you to go blind,” you pout, unconsciously keeping your hand on top of his.
“I thought you don’t care, Doll,” he pushes your hand away, pretending to be in pain.

“I don’t,” you are fast to respond. “I just want you to be able to continue with your assignments, remember I am responsible for you.  Are you sure you don’t need a doctor?”

“Pffttt, I’m OK, I’m The Joker. I don’t need anybody for anything,” he puffs, hinting at you not being important to him.

Like you need clues.

“Yes, honey,” you make it a point of being overly sarcastic while saying it, “we are all aware of that!” and you slam the door, leaving the confused J sitting on the couch with a displeased expression on his face. He sure believed you will put up with his temper and venomous remarks and baby him. This is what you used to do…


He returned from a robbery with two bullet wounds in his right arm. The medical team took care of that and patched him up well, but you know it’s not going to be easy: he’s never been a good patient.

He keeps on tossing and turning, wincing in pain while you want to nap. You try not to pay attention but he won’t quit. You even cover your head with a pillow; it’s no use.

“Doll, I think I have a fever,” he whines, pulling at your blanket.

“Uuuhhhhh,” you get up on your side, wishing you have shared him with Ivy so she can get a taste of his wonderful interpersonal skills. But since you didn’t…joke’s on you. “No you don’t!” you snap but move towards him anyway to check. Old habits

“See? I’m burning up,” J complains and starts purring when you touch his forehead.

“You’re fine, you don’t seem… too…hot…” you utter and glare when he takes your hand and kisses it.

“I am hot, maybe horny, can’t really tell,” he flashes his silver smile at you, winking.

“Stop your stupid games!” you back out, regretting you felt for it.

“What games?! I got shot and I’m in pain. Com’ere,” he gestures for you and it makes you cringe.

“No, I’m fine where I am,” you decline and The Joker is not used with rejection. He opens his mouth to say something vicious and you just ignore him. “Good night!” you cut it short, wanting to rest. You manage to put your ear plugs in, not willing to listen to a single word that comes out of his mouth anymore. He sure blurred out a lot of things that you didn’t hear.


2 in the morning and you wake up startled, not knowing why. You stretch, adjusting against your body pillow when you hear J groan in his sleep, uncomfortable from his fresh wounds he got on another commision today.

He’s dozing off in the middle of the bed and since you have the nightlight on you can distinguish the grimace of pain on his face and messy green hair all over the place. You watch his restless sleep for a while and bite your cheek, worried without even noticing. You move close to him and touch his forehead but it doesn’t seem like he has a fever.

You remember how you used to comfort him when he got injured in the past and you press your lips against the bandages, not even knowing why you’re doing it. Old habits

“What are you doing, Pumpkin?” J yawns, scrunching up his face with his eyes closed.

“Kissing it better,” you bitterly reply and can’t help but sensing your heart beating faster when he answers:

“It does feel better…” and he softly pulls on your hair, snoozing, playing with the long strands until he’s out cold again. You wouldn’t know that what you did sure relaxed him; he wouldn’t admit to it even if it kills him, but he really misses your touch. Old habits

You swear in your mind this is the only time you will be nice to him since he really screwed up. You have to be strong, this way you can have revenge for all the anguish you suffered for his sake.


Today is the end of his 6 months service and The Joker ended up being stabbed on his mission. Since it’s quite a superficial lesion, they allowed him to take the rest of the day off. He mopes around the quarters, delighted his ordeal is over with. He sure didn’t enjoy serving his time for The Organization. So much money, diamonds and guns he got for them and he couldn’t keep anything. He completely detests it but there was no way around it.

Where is she? J wonders since he didn’t see you at all today. He really wants to get out of there as soon as possible.

You enter the rooms with the 4 guards and seem deep in thought. When you leave the premises for good you have to always be accompanied by them; you can’t take anything with you; all stays behind.

“Finally, Y/N, let’s get out of here!” he impatiently grabs your hand and starts dragging you out. “Walk faster!” J barks and after a few moments you yank your hand away, staying behind while the security team closely follows his steps. He turns his head, reaching for you again while pacing down the hallway.

“Come on, what you are doing?! Move it!”

“I’m staying…” The Joker hears your voice echoing and he halts, alarmed, not even knowing why he has this strong desire for you to follow him.

“You’re what?!” he tilts his head, irritated and wants to head back towards you but the guards won’t let him.

“You can’t go back, sir, you know the rules. Please keep on walking!”

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?! Let’s go!” he yells, trapped in between the wardens.

You blink fast a few times, hesitant. You sure want to get out of the place as fast as him… yet:

“They’re bringing Frost in tomorrow,” you talk loud enough so he can hear you. “I want to get him; a lot of them hate Jonny for his connection to you.”

“That’s so stupid, Doll! I thought you want to run out of here as soon as I was done with my time!” he shouts as the guards make him move again.

He keeps on looking back and you don’t say anything; you just lift your hand and wave a faint good-bye, your eyes getting watery while watch him depart. You don’t even know why you are so upset; he’s definitely not worth it.

“Fuck!” J grumbles, irked he won’t see you anytime soon. He can’t understand why his selfish self keeps on having doubts about leaving you behind; you’re definitely not worth it. “Hold on!” he gets the attention of his wardens. He takes a deep breath and passes his fingers through his hair, wanting to keep his mouth shut but something inside makes him pronounce the words: “I’m staying as a bidder.”

“Are you sure, Mister Joker?” one of the guys double checks.

“Yes, I’m sure, even if I’m aware this is the most stupid ass decision I’ve ever made…besides dating her, of course,” he scoffs, heading back towards you.

You pretend you don’t care at all when he comes in front of you and starts rambling, dramatically gesturing to accentuate his feelings:

“If you think you will get Frost and sleep with him in the same bed without me supervising the whole damn thing, you’re wrong!”

“Huh?!” you look so confused when he angrily hugs you.

Him and his stupid jealousy… Old habit.

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Okay I have many feelings regarding autistic Drew Tanaka being apart of a demigod theatre group because like:

  • She loves being apart of them because she loves the social thrill she gets from singing + dancing, and loves the positive attention
  • But can’t stand the bright lights or loud noise (considering how amazing the Hep. Campers are though, they could probably figure out a way to make special contact lenses to help with that/ some near invisible… ear thing? Idk)
  • She gets really annoyed with herself when she doesn’t get the leading role, even if it was meant for a boy etc, and will spend hours trying to figure out where she went wrong because didn’t she get the character right??? She spend all this time researching this character so why didn’t she get it right???
  • She won’t let anyone else apply her makeup like no, she needs to stim before going on stage and she has to use her own makeup so just tell her what she needs to do in very specific detail
  • She sometimes can’t get her face to do the right expression or her voice goes monotone in rehearsals, and she’s terrified that will happen on stage
  • She’s also terrified of having a meltdown/shutdown on stage to the point where that fear will send her into a meltdown
  • It has happened before, but everyone now knows how to handle it. For instance, Piper will come to everyone show so if that does happen, she can use her charmpseak to convince the audience to… idk, do something else and forget what happened until Drew has calmed down
  • And Drew’s definitely used her charmpseak before in shows, whether unconsciously or not. Like she’ll use it if she messes up a line, and sometimes accidentally does it when she really gets into it, like if she’s singing a big musical number it just happens and she won’t notice until the songs finished and she sees everyone doing what she told someone else to do in the song
  • Everyone laughs it off because everyone’s accidentally used their powers once or twice during a show
  • If she doesn’t like the songs in the musical, she won’t be in it. She refuses. She knows she won’t be able to concentrate/actually act well if she can’t stand the songs. Instead, she’ll help out the make-up artists
  • And hey, no one judges her for it!
  • She will spend hours trying to work out how her character would talk and act and move by watching other performances, reading the script and reading reviews of the show, and then writes it all down in a notepad
  • She has a notepad for each character she plays, no matter how big or small the role is
  • She loves info-dumping to the other makeup artists when she’s not in a show about make-up/make-up techniques because they always seem genuinely interested and ask follow up questions afterwards, which just makes her day
  • You know she’s enjoying herself when she’s doing that monotone hum. Like, she may be wearing a frown as she reads the script or does someone/her own make-up, but if she’d humming then she’s happy
  • She hates being sweaty tho so at the end of the show she’s literally dying inside
  • *reading script* wow these neurotypicals are wild
  • Half of the time she doesn’t understand why the characters do/act the they do because she can’t wrap her head around the silent neurotypical rules that she’s just supposed to ‘know’
  • Her favourite musical is Heathers (she can listen to the soundtrack for hours on end) but her favorite musical character ever is Elphaba… I don’t think I need to explain why
  • (No Good Deed is her default ringtone)
  • But everyone one of her contacts has a very specific ringtone that she’s thought long and hard about, like she will spend ages figuring out which song from which musical best represents this person, and everyone must have a specific ringtone so she knows exactly who’s calling and so she can prepare herself/decide if she wants to speak to that person right now
  • Her siblings all try to come to every show and cheer her on, especially Lacy like Lacy will always be there no question. Not even death could stop her, she would find a way
  • Drew literally cried when she got the role of Elphaba when they got around to doing that musical, and you can bet she slayed it
  • Nearly the whole camp came to see it, and it was the best night of her life (the costume felt amazing, she really enjoyed doing her makeup, she knew absolutely everything about Elphaba so she found it really easy and ofc she adored the songs so singing it was just amazing)
  • She totally had a crush on the girl playing Glinda
  • Ooo, but like, her being driven to writing her own musicals/plays about gender, sexuality, racism, feminism, neurodiversity (dunno if that’s a word but oh well) and putting them on in the camp first to see what people think of it? Loving the fact that she has total control over the make-up and costumes etc?
  • And just imagine her being so terrified about her first ever musical, but it completely blows up and becomes hella popular? And she doesn’t believe it like ‘you’re telling me that my musical staring a queer black feminist girl is popular? you’re lying, stop lying’
  • so yeah
My thoughts on Ouma's character&lies&pranks

I was writing about how I felt about all the characters in NDRV3, but Ouma’s bit became really large so I separated his bit into a different article. This, of course contains complete spoilers to the whole game and you need to know what happened in chapter 4, 5 in order to understand this.

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“All bets are off”

Originally posted by peakyblinded

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Ship: Thomas x Reader / Reader x OC 

I am not a native speaker so I had three wonderful people that helped me to get over my grammar troubles. Lots of love for @thebakerstreetdragon, @emilysisavath and @sarcastiphonix <3 

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The Prologue 

I’ve always had a fascination for horses, ever since I can remember.  When I was a child, my mum used to take me to the racecourses.  She didn’t bet. I can’t recall a time when she had ever wanted to place her hard earned money in the hands of untrustworthy men.

Maybe it had something to do with my father— by which I mean it had everything to do with my father.  He had been a gambling man causing bills to run high with his card games.  Let’s just say, he never had a winning hand. I was only six years old when he was shot.

I don’t really understand why my mum took me to the racecourses following his death.  Perhaps she had wanted me to see how easily you could lose yourself in the wrong place.
Or maybe it was to see how all the people sold their soul, caught in the sweet seduction of winning just once in their life. I guess she just wanted me to stop seeing my father as a naive dreamer.

I could never wrap my head around the greed imbedded in the racing industry. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes it’s the only motivation people have to encourage them to chase their dreams. However, how people managed to lose their composure because of it had remained a mystery to me. It wasn’t until the day I slipped into the business myself that it would never let me go again.
The people I’ve met, everything they’ve been through                                     and everything they’ve lost- 

a disrupted family, driven by both greed and unmistakable pride.  Their leader always recognizing that family was his greatest strength.  And even he had to pay for it. Because everything has a price. Call it karma, call it fate; it’s just a fact. I paid my price for falling in love with one of them.

And I would still do everything again.

Sometimes I think that my mum had always known I was going to be a jockey someday.  Maybe she just saw my father in me. Sometimes, I still see him in myself too. She always wanted me to know that the courses were a dangerous place, filled with a lot of horrible people.                                                        Cards were not all people played with here.

It always broke my heart how the horses suffered, so I usually snuck off to the stables after the races. Sometimes I just talked to the horses until I heard the loud commotion of the jockeys and stableboys coming back. There were times I even considered opening their boxes so they could run free. Somedays it is still a tempting thing to do.
It’s important to acknowledge that I didn’t coincidentally become a jockey, the career path began with the death of my aunt who had owned a little farm near Worcester. I was 12 at that time. My mother successfully sold my aunts small home with the profit being enough for my mum to decide to buy me a horse. I wanted her to save the money, but she looked me in the eye and firmly told me that she after experiencing how fast things could change, she didn’t want to regret anything anymore. I believe she lived by that motto until the last days of her life.
I fell in love with a black stallion which had been hurt at the races and was on the way to the firing squad. My mum made the offer before they could shoot the lame beast. His name was Deegan, a black thoroughbred with glistening blue eyes as mystifying as the ocean in a darkened light.

There was a definite bond from the beginning which lasted right through until the end.  We trained Deegan to strengthen his muscles on his hurt leg. Our aim was to heal his leg, so he could run free like he did in his younger days. I had known that it wouldn’t be quite the same, but hope, with it’s bizarre nature, spurred us both on.

I landed a job at the stables during the war, helping the horses recover from their injuries and preparing them for service. Despite the hurt it brought me to see the injured animals, it was a constant reminder of the necessity of sacrifice.  We needed the money desperately and it was a safe job for the time.
A lot of men who had been jockeys during the war fell at Loos, Arras, Somme and the like, the gunfire sparing no man. This led to me finding myself at the racecourse again, age twenty, riding amongst male jockeys as an equal whilst making money for the business
I could never really make long lasting friendships with anyone there, due to the continual switching of hands between trainers of both horses and shares in the various companies dominating the area.
Although I was often lonely I never really wanted to get in touch with the only constant residents, the Peaky Blinders. I worked at the courses, of course I knew about the bastards and understood the power they held and I felt that they had their hands in things nobody saw and there dealings were not something I wanted to see. 

Besides, it was an unspoken rule that you should never get in touch with them. They’d get in touch with you if they had the desire to. Whether you liked it or not.

Back by Popular Request – Katie McGrath Character Analysis
A lovely anon asked me to tack on these lovely ladies and as a humble servant that laughs too hard at her own jokes and may love Katie a bit too much, I must oblige. So please direct all hate mail here and for those that requested more, I truly hope you enjoy.

First Up - Zara Young
Canon Benefits – Well-read. Organized. Punctual. Stylish. Works at Jurassic World.
Canon Flaws – Slight control freak. A bit uptight. Engaged to some dude she doesn’t even trust enough to have a bachelor party. Works at Jurassic World.

*You may want to note I have some… thoughts on some of the sexist undertones that appeared in this movie but I will keep it to a minimum. Some of them are mildly related to Zara so they will come up very briefly.*

Arguments were that Zara deserved better. Aside from the fact that it was our dear Katie that performed her own stunts in what is easily the most epic death in Jurassic franchise history, I would have to agree. That looked like torture. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Okay, maybe some people. *cough*President Cheeto.*cough*
Other arguments said that her fate was deserved due to the fact that she was too concerned with her phone, coffee and actual work responsibilities to keep an eye on the kids that were forced upon her. Because that’s a woman’s REAL job, right? Here. Kids! Take care of them. What you failed? GET EATEN. No. Just no. How can some people even argue that and keep a straight face!? Brittane, this isn’t the place or the time.

I digress. Back to our girl. It is clear that Zara is not used to things being out of sorts. We can tell that by her overly anxious demeanor whenever something starts to go even a little wrong. We also see that she has grown quite desensitized to the world she is living in. I mean how #overit do you have to be to be blasé about a tiny horde of assorted baby dinosaurs?? Excuse me, adorable prehistoric creatures, I have to take this call. The point - she is living a routine that she doesn’t seem overly enthused about. Yet you cannot help but be curious about what is really going on for her. We know she is engaged to a dudebro named Alec and that they are probably due to be married in the very near future as there are talks about a bachelor party that she quite clearly doesn’t want her fiancé to have. Maybe she can drop him and those pterodactyls can drop her into my waiting arms? Okay, that was bad.

From this nerd’s point-of-view, working at Jurassic World is awesome and I would totally hit my potential gf up for VIP access. However, we’ve seen what happens at these parks and once again, soft little me would be terrified that something would happen to her. I can’t take it. I just can’t. Don’t make me.

Verdict - Hey Zara, you wanna know a fun concept about marrying a lady such as myself? Joint bachelorette party! Let’s do it! The catch would be that you have to quit working at Jurassic World before I launch myself into a perpetual anxiety attack. Where are you going? You don’t have to decide right away. You’re staying with Claire?? Is there something you aren’t telling me?! (sighs) Fine… I ship it.

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Who knew I could write so much about someone that had like… 3 collective minutes of screen time?! What has Katie done to me?? I’m sorry. This is long already. Oriane Congost and more after the cut. Stay with me if you dare.

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‘Girlboss’ Star Britt Robertson on Playing Sophia Amoruso: ‘She’s Dumb and She’s Smart, She’s Driven and She’s Lazy’
Britt Robertson as Sophia in ‘Girlboss’ (Photo: Netflix)

It wasn’t easy finding the right girl boss to play the title character of the new Netflix series, Girlboss. “We saw hundreds of women,” creator Kay Cannon reveals to Yahoo TV. “I knew the show lived or died by who was cast in that role.” After all, the chosen actress has the difficult task of stepping into the vintage wardrobe worn by Sophia Amoruso, a struggling San Francisco resident who parlayed her thrifty thrift store purchases into a burgeoning eBay empire and, later, the successfully fashion label, Nasty Gal. “I was trying to find someone who could capture the real Sophia,” Cannon says. “Which is to say, beautiful, but also an actress with a lot of depth, who can also be funny and look great in clothes. That was really important because when you meet Sophia, you’re like ‘You look amazing in everything you wear!’ She’s got this great sense of style.”

Cannon eventually found her leading lady in the form of Tomorrowland star Britt Robertson. But the actress’s style was lacking when she initially auditioned for the part. “When she first auditioned, she had a real girl next door quality,” Cannon remembers. “We had her come in again, and told her to rock it up a little bit. And that time, when she left the room I was like, ‘She’s it. She’s everything we want for that character.”

Robertson herself is equally taken with Girlboss‘s boss. “Kay’s point of view is really fascinating; I love the way she sees the world,” the 27-year-old actress remarks in a separate interview. “She has such a fun-loving nature, and would always have this rule of allowing me to get in a ‘fun run’ on every scene, where I could say anything or do anything. That was a huge help, especially in the beginning when I was trying to get comfortable with the character.” We spoke with Robertson about playing a real-world fashion icon, and her own eBay experiences.

How aware were you of Sophia’s story, or Nasty Gal, before you signed on to the series?
I had never even heard of Nasty Gal or Sophia; I looked up a few things before I went to the audition, but I mainly prepared by reading the script. Once I got the role I did a lot of research: I watched her interviews, I went to her store, I spent time with her, I read her book, all of that stuff.

In the time you spent with her, is there one element of her personality you knew you most wanted to capture in your own performance?
I knew it was important to figure out what it was about her that made her so successful. When I got to know her, I realized that it’s her passion and her drive, her ability to cut any corner and to push past any sort of barrier in order to get the things that she wanted and felt passionate about. That could be her greatest flaw in some moments, but it’s also her most wonderful trait as well. She’s dumb and she’s smart, she’s driven and she’s lazy. She’s a big, fat contradiction most of the time.

The show is almost structured like a superhero origin story. We watch as she figures out her own identity over the course of the season.
Exactly, and I think that was the most exciting part for Kay, being able to show the rags to riches portion of Sophia’s story. She talks a lot about that in her book: how she jumped into dumpsters for bagels, and wasn’t able to fix a leak in her wall. All of those things are very true to what she was experiencing at that time, when she became, essentially, successful overnight. I think that’s what makes her more relatable — being able to see how messed up she was, and how much she really pulled it together. In the first season you’ll experience her first two years of Nasty Gal: You’ll see her rise to the top on eBay, until she’s ultimately kicked off of eBay and starts her own site. That all takes place from 2006 to 2008, and by the end of this season you get to see the launch of Nasty Gal.

The real Sophia Amoruso attends the ‘Girlboss’ premiere (Photo by Jordan Strauss/Invision/AP)

It’s funny — 2006 isn’t so long ago, but it feels like a whole different world, one without smartphones and social media.
Yeah, the show really does feel like a period piece in so many ways. People used MySpace rather than Facebook, and while [social media] was a way of communicating with people, it was used more as a business model. I think it’s interesting to see how far we’ve jumped just in that short amount of time.

Do you remember when you first bought something off of eBay?
My mom was really big into eBay! [Laughs.] I didn’t use eBay myself; I was just young enough to not have an account or anything. But my mom was super into it. She had a little section in this antique shop in South Carolina, and she would buy all of these vintage clothes. They would be like tapestry almost, hand-sewn. She had the most uninteresting portion of that antique shop to me, but it’s what she loved. So I remember eBay was a really big thing in our household for a long time.

Britt Robertson as Sophia in ‘Girlboss’ (Photo: Netflix)

Girlboss uses San Francisco very well. Was it fun to get to know that city through the show?
We spent two or three weeks there, just exclusively doing exteriors. There’s one episode where we go on a tour of San Francisco, so Sophia can be inspired by the city. It’s changed so much in the last 10 years as well, with the rise of the technology companies. That whole part of San Francisco has been taken over. The real Sofia speaks to that a lot now; she says that she doesn’t even recognize the city. I think it was important for to present the city as she remembers it. It’s probably very nostalgic for her.

The first scene of the series finds Sophia stuck on one of the city’s famous hilly streets where her car stalls out just as a trolley is approaching. It’s a fun way to begin the show. What do you remember about shooting that particular sequence?
That was funny scene actually, because the day before shooting it, I had torn my groin muscle! I had to run the length of the Golden Gate Bridge [for another scene] a couple of days before that, and I’m really out of shape, so I tore something. Then, for another scene, I had to run down a hill in ginormous heels, and all of a sudden I felt this gnarly sharp pain. We had to wrap filming that day a little bit early. So it was a big deal: How was I going to shoot this scene where I had to literally be pushing a car up a hill? And we were only going to have one day to film it because they had to shut down the street and bring in a trolley.

Robertson’s Golden Gate Bridge run in ‘Girlboss’ (Photo: Netflix)

I rested the day before, and then while we were shooting, I had all this tape holding me together. The grips did a lot of the heavy lifting: I wasn’t pushing the car most of the time, although sometimes I did. It’s such a cool shot, and a great way to start the show. It gives you an essence of how this woman is. I remember that, towards the end, we had one shot left where I had to push the car, and I just felt this sharp pain go through my body. I broke out into tears and collapsed. I felt like such a loser: I couldn’t sustain just that one last shot! But, we got it and it looks good, so I’m happy with it.

Robertson pushing her broken-down car in ‘Girlboss’ (Photo: Netflix)

RuPaul and Norm McDonald have supporting roles on the show as Sophia’s neighbor and boss, respectively. What was it like to work with them?
So fun! I love RuPaul. He’s such a sweetheart, and just the coolest dude. There are so many genuine moments in the show where he’s legitimately cracking me up. He had a tough time learning the lines, but he didn’t even need to because he’s just that good. He could say anything, and it would be funny. We had so many cool people on the show. Ru’s there, Norm’s there. In between takes, Ru would be doing dirty charades for everyone, and Norm would be putting on a stand-up routine. It was really fun just to have those guys around, and watching them enjoy themselves as much as we were enjoying them.

RuPaul as Sophia’s neighbor and Britt Robertson as Sophia in ‘Girlboss’ (Photo: Netflix)

Charlize Theron is an executive producer on the series. Was she on set often?
She was super involved, especially early on. Once we got going, she was really sweet and let me do my thing. That would have been crazy stressful if she was there everyday. I would have been like, “Britt, I think you kinda suck today.” [Laughs.] Early on, she was at every single one of my rehearsals and had a lot of notes. She really helped guide me to find the fictional Sophia, who was tricky to capture. This isn’t an autobiography, but there were things I wanted to bring to life that were important.

Britt Robertson and Charlize Theron at Netflix’s ‘Girlboss’ premiere after party (Photo: Eric Charbonneau/Invision for Netflix/AP Images)

What do you hope viewers take away from Girlboss?
I hope they’ll get a fresh take on what it’s like to be a human being. What’s special about Sophia’s story is that she was unsuccessful at a lot of things in life. She was not thriving in school, and she couldn’t get or keep a job. She had a lot of great qualities, but she sucked a lot. And she didn’t care — she dared to suck! I think that was a big lesson I learned, not to be afraid of failure. We try to be the best at what we do, being the best isn’t always the most important thing. It’s about trying and not feeling defeated when things don’t come naturally.

Girlboss premieres Friday, April 21 on Netflix.

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September, 1977

Racism Trigger Warning

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To six-year-old Lucas Sinclair, a year was an eternity.  And that was more true than ever as he sat around the kitchen island, the smell of grilled cheese filling the room and Mike’s excited chattering overpowering the sizzle from the stovetop.

It had been only a year since he’d met his friend and he already knew Mike’s every secret and quirk.  The same went for Will, although it had taken a bit more time.  Will wasn’t like Mike- if he had a secret, he could hold onto it rather than watch it explode compulsively from his mouth.  The year the three of them had had together had to have been an eternity if Lucas was able to become so close to two people so different from himself.  To further prove his point, Lucas could not remember the specific months or weeks or days that made up that year.  It was all just a haze of play dates and their favorite corner of the kindergarten class and being so happy.  The only concrete memory that stuck out was the one of Will laughing so hard grape juice came out his nose, but Lucas knew he could live through a million eternities and remember that.  The issue now was that he had to go through an eternity of a year, but this time it was with-

“Alright, three grilled cheese sandwiches for the new first graders!  And Lucas, the tomato soup should be done in just a minute or two,”  Mrs. Wheeler, Mike’s mom, placed three steaming plates in front of them.  

“Thank you,”  Lucas remembered to say.  Even in his low state he felt a twinge of pride.  He was good at using his manners, even when he was upset.  He knew most other kids in his class couldn’t remember their manners even in the best of circumstances, so he was already several steps ahead.  Although today his manners had proved ineffective.  No one, not even the teacher, cared whether he could say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’.

“Do you boys like your teachers?”

Lucas suppressed a wince at Mrs. Wheeler’s question and nibbled around the crust of his sandwich while Mike launched into description of a teacher he loved (Lucas suspected he had a crush on said teacher, but he couldn’t bring himself to tease him.  Not then).  She was pretty.  She gave them a whole hour for reading.  She had already learned half of their names.  Lucas wanted to be happy about the great teacher his friends had ended up with but…

They had found out which classes they’d be in a week prior.  Lucas’s mom had driven out to look at the class list and whether or not Lucas fit in with Mike and Will, and she’d been filled with remorse over the results.  Lucas could feel his face growing hot as he remembered the crestfallen look on Mike’s face as he told him which teacher he had.

“But it’s okay!” Mike rebounded.  “Me and Will can still see you at recess and you can come over to my house every day if you want to.  It’ll be okay.”
Lucas wasn’t sure if Mike had said it for Lucas’s sake or his own, but as soon as Mike had said it, his chin began to tremble.  It would be just as awful to be without Lucas as it would be for Lucas to be without Mike.  

Mrs. Wheeler brought Lucas out of the memory by handing him a bowl of freshly heated tomato soup.  In his book, a grilled cheese was never complete without the soup as a side.  Mike and Will thought it was gross, which only fueled his love for the combo, and Mrs. Wheeler made sure to have tomato soup on hand for whenever Lucas came over.  And Mike was calling this after-first-day-of-school snack at his house a new tradition, so Lucas suspected the Wheeler family would be going through lots of tomato soup before they were finished with him.

“Thank you,” he remembered to say.

“You’re welcome,”  Mrs. Wheeler answered.  “And how are you liking Mrs. Penshaw?  Nancy never had her as a teacher, so I don’t know much about her,”

“Oh,”  Lucas frantically racked his brain for something good to say about Mrs. Penshaw.  She wore tall black shoes, kind of like the ones his mom wore?  She had very neat handwriting?  She smiled at most of the kids?

But not you.

“Mrs. Penshaw is nice.”  It was a lie, but Lucas knew lying was sometimes necessary.  Mike and Will were happy with their teacher.  Lucas had a different teacher.  But it was nothing to make a fuss over.

“Did you talk at recess?”

Mike and Will answered this question together, clamoring over each other’s sentences to tell her about the only part of the day Lucas had enjoyed.  They’d gone on an intricate journey around the playground in search of the perfect dragon lair (because every playground needed one of those) and both boys had lots to say on the matter.  But Lucas could only think of what had happened in the hours between recess.

He’d walked in with more confidence than he had in kindergarten.  Of course he knew Mike and Will would not be at his side, and that hurt, but he also knew that he was smart, friendly, and a great candidate for a friend.  He would find a friend, and while it may not be Mike or Will, he’d still have someone to get him through the school day.  He’d be fine.

Mrs. Penshaw greeted every kid with a smile- that is, every kid but Lucas.  When he walked in the door and offered a polite “good morning”, he was met with a strangely cold look before being pointed to his seat.  From his chair he could see as every other kid got a smile.  Every kid but him.

But that was okay.  Even adults forgot their manners at times, and even with his superior skill set of manners, he was in no position to make judgments.
Class continued as usual, with the introductions and the class rules.  Lucas listened politely.  He missed having someone to talk to, but he could handle it for one day.

But then came snack time.  Lucas pulled out his cheese and crackers and looked to the rest of his table group, trying to decide which one to befriend.  Troy, Jess, and Hannah.  He didn’t love the fact that he had to share the table with a girl but he could look past that.  As long as everyone was friendly he could-

“I heard my mom say that God hates black people,”  This came from Hannah, who was talking to Jess but staring directly at Lucas.

“What?”  Jess was face-deep in his box of raisins.  “Why?”

Hannah shrugged.  “When God hates someone he makes them black.  Like with dark skin.  So that everyone else can all know.”

All at once, Lucas could feel his legs turning to rubber under the table and his heart thudding slow and heavy.  “I don’t think that’s true,”  Don’t think?  “That’s not true!”

Jess finally pulled himself from his raisin box.  “You’re black,”

No, duh.  Lucas had to suppress that little outburst.  Jess obviously wasn’t the brightest of the bunch.  But stupidity he could handle.

He could not handle Troy, who chomped off hard on the end of a carrot before saying in an almost sensible tone: “Black people shouldn’t be allowed at this table.  I don’t want to go to hell because he’s here.”

His stomach clenched, twisting and dropping in one horribly nauseous wave.  How could Troy say something like that?  He hadn’t said anything like that to him in Kindergarten, although he’d never been nice to Mike or Will, which meant he was mean to him by extension.  But how could anyone let him say something like that?  In Kindergarten everyone was taught about the importance of inclusion.  And this was the opposite!  This was exclusion.  And all because of his skin?  

Still reeling from disbelief, Lucas wondered if they’d actually make him switch tables or if it was just a not-so-friendly suggestion.  He glanced around the room.  All the seats seemed full anyway.  And would anyone want to sit with him if they all thought God hated him?

His gaze caught Mrs. Penshaw, sitting quietly at her desk.

A few months prior, Mike had invited Will and Lucas over for a start-of-summer sleepover.  The prospect of having a sleepover, which was something only his older siblings ever got to have, was exhilarating and Lucas would’ve skipped the whole way to Mike’s house had he not been carrying a duffel bag dwarfing his whole body.  They were in Mike’s room and Lucas was declaring himself the king of the room from the top bunk when his foot slipped on the top ladder rung and he landed full on his back.  For a moment he lay there, too stunned to cry.  He could only inhale and exhale in deep, rattling breaths until the air worked its way back into his body.  Mike and Will hung over him, talking to him and trying to get him to stand again, but in those first few minutes he was stuck gasping through his shock on the ground.

That was how he felt now, seeing that Mrs. Penshaw was staring right at their table, knowing that Mrs. Penshaw was close enough to hear every word, and realizing that Mrs. Penshaw was going to let them say whatever they wanted to him.

Hannah, Jess and Troy regarded Lucas with a certain coldness until he stopped talking to them.  The class continued and Lucas could only watch as the teacher asked questions he knew the answer to but was too afraid to raise his hand for.  He had been so ready to go into first grade, knowing he was one of the smartest, knowing he could be the teacher’s favorite, knowing he was the type of boy that could make lots of friends.  But now he was here, knowing that his brain, his manners, and his loyalty meant nothing to anyone in this classroom.  Not even the teacher.

Sitting before his untouched bowl of tomato soup, Lucas could feel tears gathering up in his eyes.  He placed his sandwich down on the plate and tried to wipe his tears away, only to find that his hands were greasy from the sandwich and he was making a big mess all over his face.

Stop crying!  Stop crying!

Lucas had always considered himself good at controlling his emotions, but this was pain and betrayal he could not handle.  A pathetic sob escaped him and he found himself crying helplessly in front of everyone.

He felt Mike wrap his arms instinctively around him and heard Will’s chair scraping against the floor as he jumped up to do the same.  Mrs. Wheeler was in front of him with tissues, trying to calm him down.  But he didn’t think he’d be able to get the words out.  They were too awful to be spoken out loud.

Mike shook his arm.  “Lucas, what’s wrong?”

Through his tears, Lucas looked up and found himself staring into the wide, sincere eyes of his best friend.  All at once he remembered the first day of Kindergarten when he watched Mike’s face crumble in front of a wide-eyed class of judgmental jerks.  Lucas was his friend when no one else would be, and now Lucas knew that Mike would never, ever forget that.

And so all at once, Lucas let the words out.  The whole story unraveled and Mike’s eyes narrowed while Will’s tiny fists clenched and Mrs. Wheeler put a hand over her mouth as if she was horrified by the whole thing.  When it was finished, Lucas felt too tired to cry or do much of anything else.  Mike and Will still clung to each of his arms, each of their grips tightening with fury as he hung his head in shame.

Mrs. Wheeler was the first to speak after he’d finished.  “Well, Lucas, I’m not keeping you in that class and I think your mom would agree with me,”

Briskly she grabbed the phone and dialed, pressing the receiver to her ear with one hand and placing the other on her hip.  “Hello?  Yes, hello, this is Karen Wheeler.  I need to switch one of my students out of Mrs. Penshaw’s class and into Ms. Erland’s class.  Yes.  Thank you.  His name is Lucas Sinclair and-”

Lucas didn’t care to hear the rest.  Slowly, he wiped away the last of his tears and took a bite of his sandwich.  There was another eternity of a year ahead, but at least this time he’d be with his friends.  

Ymir’s curse - Will Eren die in 8, and Armin in 13 years?

Simple answer - no.

But, let’s start with the bad stuff…First of all, this information is something we could have been expecting.

There’s Reiner’s words to Bertolt about his feelings for Annie:

His words to Ymir about Krista:

Why Grisha gave the power to Eren, and didn’t fight himself…?! Why Uri Reiss looked much older than Rod Reiss even though he was younger than him…?! Someday an explanation for all of that was bound to happen, and it certainly wouldn’t be nice.

There were 145 Kings in about 1740 years (according to Marleyan history books), which is 12 years per King, etc.

Those are the stuff that goes in favor that Eren will die in 8 years and Armin in 13 years.


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Gotham MBTI

James Gordon
ISTJ [The Inspector]

ISTJs are so task-oriented, and so conscientious in their handling of details and standard procedures, that they are often stereotyped as “establishment” types, weighed down by the gravity of institutional priorities. Although ISTJs are indeed careful, and concerned to preserve what has been proven to be worthwhile, these characteristics are only a part of the type’s approach to the world–the part that most people see. ISTJs are fundamentally Introverted Sensates, with a highly subjective, original turn of mind. As Introverted Sensates, ISTJs are unparalleled realists. Their powers of concentration are unequaled–and nothing escapes their attention. They prefer to work in an uninterrupted manner. They may be perceived as emotionally distant and demanding. They don’t always understand what people want of them, and they may be uncomfortable and awkward about conveying warmth apart from situation of personal intimacy. [Thomson]

Harvey Bullock
ESTP [The Doer]

ESTPs are realists of the first order. The ESTP is galvanized by Introverted Thinking toward situations involving risk, strategy, and serious competition. They like the thrill of the game, and they generally play out their need for action and challenge in fast-moving careers that require think-on-your-feet decisions and split-second coordination. They take in so much information at a glance that they may seem to have a sixth sense. They know far more than they’re able to express about what’s likely to happen and what they can do to prevent or support it. ESTPs are so alert to others’ reactions that they can use this skill to their advantage, negotiating ends favorable to their own interests. An ESTP may be ruthlessly pragmatic in this respect, fully capable of depersonalizing a situation, seeing others as players in a game that inevitably results in winners and losers.[Thomson]

Bruce Wayne
INTJ [The Mastermind]

Because INTJs rely on Extraverted Thinking for their dealings with the outer world, they often have a scientific, somewhat skeptical approach to reality. They want to know how things work and what they’re likely to do under varying circumstances. Impatient with wasted motion, words, and emotion, their outward demeanor may be difficult to read. They are rarely committed to general assumptions about rules, laws, and hierarchy, and they may have an acerbic or wry sense of humor about such things. INTJs will use what works in the service of their ideas; and they will quickly discard or change what doesn’t. INTJs cannot accept new information until they relate it to their inner world. INTJs explore information largely by rejecting its influence–examining it from other perspectives and determining its limitations. [Thomson]

Alfred Pennyworth
ISFJ [The Defender]

ISFJs are most comfortable with facts and information about concrete reality. ISFJs relate to their outer world in a decidedly personal way, with Extraverted Feeling. ISFJs are highly alert to behaviors and gestures that suggest another’s emotional attitude, needs, or expectations, and they generally acquire knowledge that allows them to be of service–preferably to one person at a time. They rarely consider the amount  of time or effort their involvement will require–or even the potential consequences of their actions. They may find it difficult to justify, or even to verbalize, their fundamental motives, but they are quite certain they are doing the right thing and will not be swayed by their perceived task. They take others’ reactions and expectations to heart, and they may end up offering approximate information rather than taking the time to think out what they know. [Thomson]

Oswald Cobblepot
INFP [The Dreamer]

Introverted Feeling determines subjective values–convictions about how life is best lived. Such values are trained by direct experience of good and bad behaviors, and they claim us from within. INFPs may not describe their approach to life in metaphysical terms, but it’s a rare INFP who doesn’t see in nature’s underlying pattern intimations of a larger purpose. Because their ideals are wholisitic, INFPs feel responsible not only for their actions but for their desire to take action. They’re often wry, and if they’re comfortable, they’ll contribute a running patter of perceptive remarks and observations. Thus, it surprises people when the INFP abruptly winds down and wants to be alone. INFPs who use their inferior function, Extraverted Thinking are often excellent at managing time and resources for others but have a harder time structuring and organizing their own lives. [Thomson]

Although many would not consider what Oswald is doing as morally right or just, his dominant Fi is skewed by his upbringing in Gotham. Fi is shaped by personal and experience. For him organized crime is morally fine and he has his own ideal from his Fi as to what Gotham can be. Ne helps him see the patterns and he sees a deeper meaning to Gotham and the crime organizations. He is more of a poet criminal than a power hungry mob boss like Fish. For Fish it is about being in charge of a system, but for Oswald it is extremely personal. Gotham is his home and he is the only one who can get it on the right track. His tertiary Si makes him obsessive in this endeavor and his inferior Te is what makes him organized. However, as much as he is part of organized crime his inferior Te fights against Te systems in the form of the “law and order” of the GCPD. We see this most in how he sees himself as a kindred spirit of James (ISFP, sharing Fi dominance). They both want what they feel is right for Gotham and ignore the rules and principles in place. He constantly tempts James to his side of the game.

Barbara Kean
ESFJ [The Supporter]

Organised, caring and driven by duty the ESFJ loves to contribute and remain constantly valued, productive, busy and liked. The ESFJ has an action-orientation that they will channel into people, helping and finding practical solutions to people issues and they’ll work hard at making this happen as they are naturally oriented to the needs of those around them. Whilst the ESFJ wants everyone to feel valued, they will also want to feel part of the group themselves - they need to feel included. If someone is hurting, the ESFJ will be the first to respond.

Barbara has constantly formed her identity from those she was with. Whether friends, family, or romantic partners (Fe). Once these were all stripped away from her with her split with Gordon, her girlfriend dumping her, and then when she killed her family, she has to create a new sense of self. All she wants is appreciation from others (Fe) and she kept getting rejected by all of those she loves. Instead of really trying to find herself with Si, She uses her Ne function and blames those around her for problems that she causes for herself. If she gets rid of Leslie, then her and Gordon can be back together. Without Si, she taks zero responsibility or blame for her own inner turmoil and actions. 

Selina Kyle 
ISTP [The Craftsman]

The ISTP is one of the most complex of Jungian character types moving seamlessly from quiet bystander to active participant and leader of the revolution in one fell swoop, then back again to invisible, apparently disinterested introvert. The self-indulgent nature of the ISTP means that they will be full-on, or full off - they don’t do shades of grey. The ISTP is at their best in times of crisis and challenge, but will have little appetite for follow-through as they will be looking for a new complex challenge. Independent, inscrutable and self-contained the ISTP will be difficult to get to know as they will reveal only what they choose to reveal, when they choose to reveal it. 

Edward Nygma
INTP [The Engineer]

The INTP is intellectually curious and enjoys the more complex and theoretical problems, often for their own sake. Practical application has little interest for them, preferring to identify the solutions and then leave someone else to plan the work. They do however like things done properly and have very high standards. The routine, the detail bores them rigid and they will put off completing tasks, especially those that they see as unnecessary, preferring to ‘blitz’ them nearer the deadline. For the INTP follow-through does not come naturally, and completion will be via huge bursts of energy at the last minute but it will be done. 

Edward is obsessed with structures. Whether it is the structure of science or riddles. He loves to be involved hands on, take things apart and put them together again. His Ne makes him more abstractly minded and about figuring out how things work and why. He continually isolates himself in a Ti-Si loop. His inferior Fe creeps up on him afriad of people judging his riddle work and his general sense of self. As he tries to put himself out there with Ms. Kringle, he receives rejection and recedes into himself even more. He seems to be healhier when he is accepted by her, but once he reveals his true self to her he is rejected yet again and is in a full on Ti-Si loop. His “alter ego” is really apart of himself. The one that creates an unhealthy INTP who is arrogant and thinks they are better and smarter than everyone else. He grows obsessive with riddles and no longer connects with the outer world with Ne-Fe.

Fish Mooney
ENTJ [The Leader]

Organised, productive with high willpower, determination and an intense need to be constantly ‘on the go,’ the ENTJ will not sit back and see what life brings but will proactively go make it happen. Rarely intimidated and with a restless desire to achieve and with no problems going against the grain or being very direct with people. This is of course not intentional but they can display a lack of patience with those who don’t grasp things as quickly as they do, or who appear to be blocking the plan, and can be seen at times as intimidating overbearing in their desire to get the job done, moving from A-Z in the shortest possible time-frames.

As an ENTJ Fish Mooney sees how inefficient the crime system is in Gotham and sees how it can be changed and adapted. She is the one to do it and takes on the leadership proudly. No matter what situation she is in she knows how to climb to the top and won’t share the thrown.

Victor Zsasz
ISFP [The Artist]

The ISFP is the astute observer of life, quiet, introspective and kindly. If trust is broken, the ISFP will walk away, no fuss, apparently passive but stubbornly refusing to engage again. Quiet supporters, rarely will an ISFP be the leader, preferring to remain behind the scenes, observing, understanding, but saying very little. There is a stubborn side to the ISFP, but this is more of a passive stubbornness, meaning the person may say 'yes,’ but mean 'no.' 

Zsasz has perfected klilling to an art. Being a killer is all he needs in life (Fi). His Se is what helps him fulfill this Fi calling of his. He doesn’t need to do anything else, but be one with killing those around him. He doesn’t mind who he works for, but demands freedom from the organizations that hire him (inferior Te). As long as they let him loose and encourage his art, he is in bliss.

Dr. Leslie Thompkins
ISFP [The Artist]

Reserved, intensely private, and unobtrusive, it can take many encounters to get to know the incredible warmth, generosity, kindness, playful humor, and often impressive skill set of an ISFP. First impressions do not do them justice; ISFPs are the type least likely to “advertise” their own strengths. They are one of the most sympathetic types who genuinely care about and enjoy people. However, being in highly social environments tends to drain their energy - they crave time inside their own head to process and recharge. ISFPs have strong personal values, and while they do not discuss them much with others, they have a large impact on the ISFP’s actions and decisions. They seek to feel that they are living their lives in accordance with their values and what “feels” right to them. ISFPs care deeply about people, seeing something positive in everyone. They take great pleasure in tangibly contributing to the well-being and happiness of others. [Type-Coach]

Theo Galavan
ISTJ [The Inspector] 

The ISTJ is the behind-the-scenes worker making things happen. Their sense of duty and loyalty means that they will rarely be happy in the front line, preferring to be the engine room. Logical, detached and detailed, ISTJs pride themselves on their store of data and knowledge, all arrived at with clinical procedure and experience. They take great care not to get it wrong and like everyone to take responsibility for their actions - and their mistakes. ISTJs like to plan, schedule and drive through to completion, in a logical linear sequence. Any deviation from the plan would be questioned and may take some convincing of its merits. 

Theo Galavan has a ton of factual and concrete knowledge of his interest in family history and the history of Gotham. He grows obsessed with restoring his family’s name. He does not care about the emotions of those around him, as long as everyone is doing there job (Te). He feels morally justified by his tertiary Fi, that taking down the Waynes is the right things to do. He is unhealthy and sees the outside changes of Gotham (Ne) as completely negative, and only he with Si-Fi is the one who knows what is right for everyone, and how to stablize Gotham.

Tabitha Galavan
ESFP [The Entertainer]

Life-loving, people-centric thrill seekers, the ESFP is interested in people and experiences throwing themselves into relationships and life in general. Their dislike of rules and routine.  If there is a crisis, the ESFP will be there, taking charge, offering support, revelling in their ability to help, loving the drama. The ability of the ESFP to drop everything and provide immediate, practical support may come at the expense of an ability to plan, schedule and prioritise. However those on the receiving end will be grateful and left feeling really special. 

Tabitha is engrossed in her sensate function. She loves to torture and cause pain for the thrill of it. She is in the moment. Her Fi directs her focus towards others, combined with her Se, it makes her very good at reading the emotions of others.. This helps her read situations well enough to know when to dip right out. Her tertiary Te makes her prioritize herself over all others and therefore she is inclined to dip once she has nothing to gain.

Jerome Valeska
ENTP [The Visionary]

Engaging, plausible and entertaining the ENTP will be like a breath of fresh air, infusing people and situations with a whole array of new ideas and creative ways of doing things. However, they can become bored and withdraw their energies as they go off in search of the next thrill. Curious, child-like wonder characterises the ENTP, they are flexible, open-minded and love possibilities. They tend to see everything as a challenge, seeing opportunities even in the most difficult of circumstances. ENTPs can at times display impatience with those whom they consider wrong, and may show little restraint in demonstrating this.

Jerome is full of ideas for the future of Gotham, but doesn’t like to deal with the details. He is a villain out of boredom (Ne) and simply wants to challenge people (Ti) to get expected reactions out of them (Fe). If he doesn’t get the reaction he wants he grows very upset. When ever he is challenged he uses humor as a defensive mechanism (Fe) in order to regain control of the situation and his sense of independence (Ti).

Havey Dent
ESTJ [The Executive]

ESTJs see reality as a kind of puzzle whose pieces must fit together logically if they are to understand the whole picture. They have an incisive understanding of organization and complexity. ESTJs reason conceptually, one step at a time. The problems that absorb them are too complicated to be solved by common sense or intuition. They require the negotiation of structural relationships by way of logic. ESTJs observe facts, draw tentative conclusions, predict what will happen next, then check their predictions against real-life consequences. Anything that can’t be proved by hard evidence is ruled out. ESTJs see themselves more as advocates–people whose position and knowledge permit them to represent a system and to negotiate structure for others. [Thomson]

Italicized descriptions from Prelude Character Analysis. Those labeled Thomson are from Lenore Thomson’s book Personality Type. Other writings are original copy of @fictionalcharactermbti.


 The Signs as my Favourite Women in Literature pt. 4 (Water)

Cancer - Jane Eyre (Jane Eyre)
At the beginning of the novel, Jane is an isolated, quiet child who struggles with an aunt and  cousins who mistreat her. As a result, she develops an inner strength and when she finally has the opportunity to go to Lowood School, she proves herself to be an intelligent and determined student. She possesses a thirst for reading and education as well as a vivid creativity. She believes not only that knowledge is her key to freedom but also is taken captive by fantastic stories which are her only escape from reality. Her ability to draw and to give knowledge to others through teaching, gain her self-confidence and a leading position at school. Jane represents proper English womanhood by behaving decent, frank and sincere but you can definitely say that she is a rebel at heart. She believes that women are worthy of intellectual activity and goals in life like every man. When she first comes to Thornfield and meets Mr. Rochester, she immidiately falls in love with the place and she feels intrigued by its owner. It’s compeletely new for her to truly be herself but she feels that Fairfax Rochester accepts every aspect of her body, soul and mind and she can’t help developing a deep and unconditional love. Readers can watch her putting her defenses down, opening her heart and becoming extremely passionate. But where other people’s beliefs are clouded by feelings, Jane remembers who she is and preserves that fierce self-respect and her idea of equality. When she finally leaves Mr. Rochester she can’t forget him, knowing that he is her only true love. Jane knows what really matters in life and sees not only the obvious but also the inner beauty of things and people. Even when people diappoint her, she can’t help but seeing the good in them, trying to forgive them if they’re worth it.

Scorpio - Anna Arkadyevna Karenina (Anna Karenina)
At first sight, Anna Karenina seems like a decent and overly attractive, passionate and educated wife. She cares deeply for her family which is the reason why she visits Moscow in the first place: to help saving her brothers marriage. Although she can’t find it within her to love  the man she is married to, due to his rational and cold personality, she loves her son Seryozha. He is the reason she refuses a divorce, which would grant her freedom but means the loss of her beloved son at the same time. Anna is elegant in her way to talk, to walk and to dress, she loves reading English novels and writes children’s books. The only time we see her playing the role of the cultivated society wife with grace is at the beginning of the novel which means in the time before meeting Count Vronsky. It’s especially when she meets and falls in love with him, that we see her rebellious and passionate spirit to live life on her own terms. She finds it fairly injust that she has to suffer from social isolation and the contempt of others simply because she loves the wrong man. That is why she continues to go to concerts or other public events, where she is recognized by only few people but preserves a grace and elegance that are strikingly disarming. Anna’s highest goal and most important principle of life is love. She can’t stand the idea of lying to herself and playing a role simply because her life is bound by duty. So she breaks away from social norms and rules because that’s the only way to love and be loved by Vronsky, who isn’t so eager to do the same thing for her. Anna seems egoistic for she ignores the ideal of living for god and goodness and instead follows the path of her heart disregarding the people she hurts or abandons in the process. At the end she dies for comitting a crime that only women in that society could be accused of because it was totally normal for men to betray their wives. But Anna dies for the privilege of being herself and following her own will and passion, which is stunningly brave and admirable.

Pisces - Éowyn (Lord of the Rings)
The reader gets to know Éowyn as an unhappy character, who has to watch over her uncle, while her brother is free to roam outside the castle and fight and generally is able to do everything she wants to do too. No one really sees what’s happening inside her, they assume that she is ok with being kind of a nurse because that’s what girls do. In fact, Éowyn possesses the same fierce spirit as her brother but she is destined to stay behind the safe castle walls watching the world fall apart. She feels like she is living in a cage epecially because she also has to bother with Gríma, who looks forward to possessing her as an reward for clouding her uncle’s decisions and mind. When she first meets Aragorn, she is stunned by his handsome, strong and kingly appearance. The young maiden longs to fight by his side and to finally escape into the outside world and as a result she falls in love with him. Éowyn’s actions are mostly driven by emotions, which is why she fights Sauron with the Rohan army because it means following Aragorn. However, she is a brave and loving woman, who is determined to protect and fight for her people, home and family till death. She has strong ideals of what is wrong and what is right, just and injust. And the handmaiden believes in trust and if she trusts someone, she expects the trust from him in return.