characters i never get tired of

2p Me (I guess...)

Some character reference notes before I go to sleep, I’m very tired and I got a drama act and an english presentation tomorrow so yeah…

  • Name is Shine (weird I know but fuck it whatever) 
  • She’s mute, never really bothered to learn sign language but she had to anyways. Gives her the chance for some creative expressions when she doesn’t use it.
  • Not really energetic, always tired and wanting to go to sleep. She’s a deep sleeper so barely anything can wake her up.
  • Instead of the cat ears and tail for me, she has the wolf ears and tail (deep sea blue)
  • Wears a light grey crop top and a short black skirt (with shorts underneath just in case the wind is a pervert). A hoodie is optional if it’s too cold or something.
  • Nice to everyone, she’s just a smol wolf who wants to sleep with friends

so okay… let me get this right… a guy can never respect u, lie to u constantly, say he misses objectifying women, be sexist, be a misogynist, have LITERAL SLAVES, have considerable power on the planet that has slaves, not do Shit about said slaves, and ACTUALLY end up being forgiven? being considered a redeemable character? get the girl he never Once put before his interests?

alright, supergirl writers. alright, the cw. i see what kind of message u want to show all of the girls tuning in to see their favorite hero. i see what u would really rather have over a woman being independent and valued as a person. we all do

Reasons to watch Leverage

Eliot Spencer

Eliot Spencer


Ahem. Right.


- Found family trope, which I will never get tired of in a million years

- You know that post asking for a series with a dark, fucked up, tragic beginning that gradually gets happier when the series progresses? Leverage is basically that. Four out of the five main characters have pasts that range from ‘Mildly sad and lonely’ to ‘Holy shit you’re fucked up’, but the show takes that and then makes them better. There’s no gritty downspiral, no one gets killed for shock value, it’s an action series that’s actually fun. 

- Did I mention it is hilarious? Because it is. Really. Friggin’. Funny.

- Broody man getting called out on his broody man-ness

- Broody man having an awesome ex-wife who has moved on from the divorce, still cares about her ex-husband but is not bitter and also does not get jealous but instead becomes friends with ex-husbands new partner.

- No. Annoying. Love. Triangles. Just one glorious OT3.

- Ladies telling dudes they need more time before embarking on anything romantic and then getting as long as they need without anyone pressuring them into something they’re not ready for.


- The resident nerd is not a stereotypical white boi geek, but a rather buff and very attractive black man. You know who is a stereotypical white boi geek? The villain.

- Not only relatable heroes, but relatable villains. I mean, everyone has been screwed over at least once by the type of scumbags portrayed in Leverage, so watching them getting taken for everything they own gives me tingles. Tingles of vindication.

- There’s one episode with two female leads that’s basically ‘Fuck the Bechdel test we’ve got criminals to catch’

But seriously, just go watch it for this glorious goober right here:

here’s the thing that makes me so angry about the fact that literally everyone seems to write matt murdock soft and squishy and gentle and quiet: that’s all disabled people are ever allowed to be. all we’re allowed to be is tiny tim, the perpetual-child, the angel who never complains, the baby, the inspiration porn. sometimes in media we’re allowed to be the villain but there is never, never a disabled hero, much less a disabled hero who is so fucking angry that he seems like he might explode with it.

this bloody-knuckled fighter, this uncompromising, terrifying, fucking furious vigilante character who so thoroughly defines the gritty superhero genre? we don’t ever get that. but that’s what matt murdock is. that’s what daredevil is. 

he’s been treated like a child, like he’s incapable, like he has to be gentle and helpless for most of his life and he is tired of it and i am tired of it too. why is it so unappealing to you, so uncomfortable, so disquieting, for matt murdock to be angry? to be dangerous and hurting? think critically about that, and then go fuck yourself. 

matt wields his cane as a weapon and fights dirty and you still put on kid gloves to handle him and i can just tell you’re using the voice that goes along with “do you want me to get that, sweetie?” and “wow! you did that all by yourself?” that makes me want to set fire to every nurse and stranger who has ever had the audacity to treat me like a lost puppy. 

he’s not patient. he’s not pliant. he’s not nice or vulnerable or mild. he’s bloody and painful. he’s grinning through a mouthful of broken glass and you’re drawing him like a fucking chibi and i’m just tired 

you want soft? you want a superhero you can mold into a cute, submissive, cotton-candy-eating, wide-eyed child? go fuck around with spider-man, i hear he’s free


I’m tired of having this argument because the show spells it out with such excruciating clarity that it’s a bit unbelievable to me that his actions are still being interpreted this way, but Marcus Kane has never been the villain. He was never the one who wanted Abby dead, was never solely responsible for her husband’s death, and my god the shock-lashing thing was not about abuse. 

I see the defense that “it’s about character development” a lot, and it’s a fair one that I’m thankful to see, but it doesn’t paint the whole picture - a lot of people can and do interpret that as “oh, so he was an abuser before but now he’s not so we should forgive and forget” which is incredibly uncomfortable?? Abuse is abuse is abuse and if that were genuinely the case, you know I would be on the front lines against his relationship with Abby - because forgiveness is one thing, but there’s something to be said about keeping a healthy distance from someone who’s demonstrated that behaviour. I love my girl too much to allow that shit.

So. Why am I such a fan?

Because he hasn’t demonstrated that behaviour. 

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Lick Me ‘Til Ice Cream

A/N: God, forgive me, for I have sinned. Literally, don’t read this if you don’t have the intention to go to hell because I’ll be right there with you for writing this. This is my first ever smut so I hope you enjoy it as much as you can. My imagination went somewhere else in order to write this so make sure there’s some water near you, because you’ll need it.


Warning(s): Just filth. Pure filth, daddy kink, inappropriate use of ice-cream

Word count: 2,975

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character)

Originally posted by missjanet1983

          She thought that she’d never get tired of being intimate with her boyfriend. That they’d always keep it new and playful in the bedroom. Never once thinking that her lover would one day fail to make her feel like their relationship was something extraordinary, as it was. However, no matter how hard he pounded or how deep he filled her, it never felt more than a quick fuck in her mind. The same old tricks of the trade when she knew he had something more up his sleeve.

The man was the Clown Prince of Crime.

The King of Gotham.

The Joker.

He wasn’t a boring man, nor an uninteresting man. In fact, early on in their relationship, he had used toys. He had used foreplay. He even tried his hand at dirty talking. But low and behold, their sex-life had dwindled away to the point where she had no more excitement left in her. It was like their spark had died out and they now had to settle for… simple sex.

She refused to believe that there was nothing they could try to spice things up. But every time she tried to advance on him, he would just shrug her off and slide into bed. Playing it off with a cold,

“The heist took it out of me. We can do it in the morning.”

He was gone before she woke up every morning.

Come to think of it, she hardly saw him anymore, even if he was in the house with her. He was always either out on a heist or in his office all day trying to plan for the next one. She wasn’t allowed in his secret sanctuary of high security safes with stolen money and top secret files only he had the right to just look at.

She missed him.

She missed her lover with his never-out-of-place vibrant green hair she could spot from a mile away. His wild cackle he calls a “laugh” that he only softened for her. His o-so-kissable bright red lips that he always used to steal her lipstick to paint over. His dark, meaningful tattoos that contrasted so well with his beautiful bleached body. The way he moved, the way he expressed himself that made grown men shake in his presence.

She just wanted him back.

She wanted to kiss her boyfriend.

She wanted to hold her boyfriend.

She feared that she might actually go just as insane as he was if she didn’t find a way to attract him again.

Of course, she had the pleasure of making him feel good and that made her happy. But what kind of girl doesn’t want to show herself off for her man? Who doesn’t want that special attention from the one she loves?

Deciding that it was time to take immediate action, she knew that her plan would go one of two ways. Either it would end up with her being sprawled out on the huge mahogany desk in his private office being “taken care of”, or, end up with her being screamed at for thinking she could enter his untouched room without permission and injure their intimacy further.

“Fuck it,” she thought aloud, “Ride or die type, right? Let’s give him the choice of whether or not he actually wants me to ride or die.”

          Coming home with bags upon bags filled with tubs of ice-cream, she now started to wonder if their freezer was big enough to fit all of them inside.

Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders as she literally stopped in the middle of their living area to think about it before continuing to haul the bags to the kitchen.

“Oh, Mister J, you’re gonna love me.” She muttered to herself as she giggled at the thought of her plan.

Beginning to put all of the tubs in the freezer, she heard a door slam and footsteps padding along the floor.

Was that him?

He’s out of the office for once in his abnormal life?

Rushing to where the footsteps could be heard, she spotted his signature fluorescent hair and practically sprinted to the man she had grown to love. He was wearing, as usual, no shirt but she didn’t complain. Who would? The man was practically crafted by the Gods. His tight-fitting trousers hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent V-line which made her mouth water. She enveloped him in a giant bear hug as she jumped and swung her legs around his torso while snuggling her face into his neck.

“Doll, you’re killing me here.” His deep, gravelly voice sounded as he wrapped his arms around the girl that had attached herself to him to ensure she wouldn’t fall.

She loosened her grip, only slightly, and lifted her head up to look him in his blue, icy eyes. Another thing she missed about him.

“You’re out! I feel like I haven’t seen you for 53 years!” Her excitement was bubbling as she had no intention of suppressing it.

“But… You’re only 21.”

“You can shut up.”

“I’m offended.”

“Just kiss me.”

And so he did. Their lips crashed together and moulded perfectly, as if they were missing puzzle pieces and were only made for one another. The smiles both of them had on their faces during that rare moment were ones of pure dedication and trust between two people.

The innocent kiss escalated into something more heated when he pushed her up against the wall, his hands either side of her head and her legs tightening around his abdomen to bring him closer. Hands reached up into his silky hair and tugged gently, making a groan escape from his open lips before he nibbled on her bottom lip and moving to her neck. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the man pressing into her as she felt him sucking on her sensitive skin.

She nearly lost herself in the little bubble they had created around them but she realised she still had a plan to carry out amidst all the sexual tension. She caressed his cheek, pulling him up to meet his gaze and bit her lip.

“As much as I want you to take me right here, right now, I got something planned out especially for you, Daddy.”

Unwrapping her legs, she let him go and instantly felt lost without the pressure of his body pushed against hers. Instinctively following behind her, his vision now clouded over with a sense of lust and want, her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She slammed into his chest with the force he exuberated on her before smirking up at him, gently rubbing their bodies together to create friction.

“Where do you think you’re going, doll face? Daddy isn’t finished with you yet.” The low growl coming from him indicating he needed her now and was not prepared to wait for a stupid plan she thought of.

“Mm, but you’ll like this surprise, J, I can guarantee you. Just be patient with me? Please?” She pecked his lips, hoping he’d understand what she was trying to do and listen to her. “Go back into the office and wait for me. I’ll be there in T-5 minutes.”

She knew talking in “heist-terms”, as she liked to call it, made him excited and that’s exactly what happened since she felt him twitch through his tight trousers. A smile and a wink was sent in his direction while she walked off. Surprised that he didn’t protest when she brought up the subject of her walking into his office, she heard him begrudgingly make his way back into the room he finally came out of and close the door.

Working quickly, she rid herself of her everyday clothing, leaving her in her black lacy undergarments. A shiver ran through her body as the cold air hit her, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. Forgetting the cold and remembering she had a man waiting for her, probably feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, she took the ice-cream scoop into her hand and carefully placed two scoops of the vanilla sweetness onto a cone, licking it once because she couldn’t resist.

She put the tub of fresh ice-cream back inside the freezer and walked towards the entrance of the one room in the house she had never been in before. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and cleared her voice, “Mister J?”

“Come in.” The invitation took a while to register with her before slowly turning the gold handle and opening the door.

The room was stunning with a high ceiling and marble floor, a white rug sitting in the middle of it. The walls painted to match the rug, her eyes followed up to the sparkling gold chandelier that illuminated the room. A large vault was situated at the back, behind where her man was sitting, and she assumed he had tidied up as he was expecting her arrival. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she examined every detail of the area. She didn’t know when she would be allowed back in so took her time to soak in every ornament and burn it into her memory.

“You having fun there, baby?” His voice broke her trance-like state and she snapped back to reality. She felt a sudden coldness running down her chest and in between her breasts before she looked down and realised the ice-cream she was holding had begun to melt and drip down her, not realising she had titled it at a weird angle when she was inspecting the place.

“Shit.” She cursed before licking at the rim of the cone to try and stop any more from running down. All the while her tongue was working it’s way around the cone, J had leapt up from his sitting position and approached his girlfriend, licking up the valley of her breasts to remove the trail of ice-cream. A gasp emitted from her lips as she felt his warm tongue make its way up her chest and push into her mouth as he enclosed her lips with his, making her taste the sweetness on it. Moaning into the kiss, he lead her to the middle of the room and sat her on top of his desk, as she predicted would be there, and ran his pale hands up and down her sides.

“Was this your surprise? Ice-cream?” He questioned, grinning up at the lingerie-clad woman.

“What, I thought I’d try something new.” Her own smile replicated his as she held the cone in front of his lips and watched him suck the some of the melted liquid off the top.

There was something oddly arousing looking at the most feared criminal in the city in the eyes and see him lick an ice-cream cone and have it drip down his chin.

“You know, doll. The ice-cream’s great and all, but I would much rather have your juice running down my chin.” As soon as those words came out of his mouth, she physically twitched and felt her pussy become even more slick, if that was even possible.

“Well what are ya waiting for? Be my guest.” She unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her arms, asking her boyfriend to hold her cone for her beforehand though because she “didn’t wanna drop it”. He shook his head at her, chuckling and pressing his lips against hers once she took the item of clothing off.

Holding the cone, he absentmindedly swirled the ice-cream around her nipple, erecting it almost instantly. A whimper came from her throat before he pulled away from the kiss and started to suck on her breast, lapping at the sweetness it was covered in.

“J…” She sighed and leant her head back as the man standing in between her legs worked her nipple. Slowly, he trailed down her stomach and pushed her body onto the hard surface, laying her down. She took the ice-cream from his grasp, allowing him to pull down her skimpy panties and expose her glistening mound as he let out a growl by just looking at it.

“Oh, baby girl, how I’ve missed your pretty pussy.” He commented before pulling his hand up and teased her by tracing his finger around her lips and inner thighs.

“Please. Don’t tease me.” She looked down at him and pleaded with her eyes.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Daddy.” She answered quietly.

He shifted his gaze to the cone in her hand and his eyes lit up with mischief and desire. Grabbing said cone, he titled it and waited for it to drip on her clit and run down, causing her body to jolt at the sudden coldness and shiver in pleasure.

After a few drops had melted, he decided it was enough for now and flattened his tongue on her before dragging upwards. The mixture of the ice-cream and her own pussy collected in his mouth and it tasted heavenly. He groaned as he sucked on her bundle of nerves which sent vibrations through her body before she moaned out loud and gripped the side of the desk. Her reaction only spurred him on further as he picked up the pace on his assault and run his tongue down to her hole, pushing inside and felt her tighten around the muscle. Starting to fuck her with his mouth, he brought the ice-cream back around and let it drip onto her clit again, the sweet juice running down on his tongue. Her cries could be heard from next door but neither of them cared.

She felt that she was close to her release now and pulled on his hair, bringing him further into her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!” She begged and arched her back.

Guess what?

He stopped.

“J, I swear to god, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Her eyes glazed over with lust, anger and desperation as she watched him innocently take a lick from the cone.

“Oh, but, baby, if you kill me, who’s gonna fuck you like you deserve to, huh? Who’s gonna make you cum when you’re a good girl? And who’s gonna punish you when you’re not?” His voice lowered into a sexy whisper as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall down his legs, palming himself through his boxers.

“… I do like it when you make me cum…” Her eyes fixated on his circular motions his hand was moving on his crotch before she reached out and pulled his underwear down for him, stroking his length.

“I know you do, doll, and that’s why you’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy right now and suck his cock.” He demanded, her jumping off the desk and onto her knees in lightening speed.

Her lips made contact with the tip and rubbed the pre-cum over it before allowing the head to be pushed into her mouth and sucked. His head fell back and grabbed her hair into a make-shift ponytail as he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Take more of Daddy’s cock.”

Wasting no time, she obliged and engulfed as much as she could into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside, beginning to suck hard. She placed her hands on his thighs to keep herself steady as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, revelling in listening to his sounds of appreciation and tightening his grip on her hair.

She suddenly felt a cold liquid against her lips and looked up. He was rubbing the ice-cream on himself, the kinky bastard. She pulled off with a pop and grinned at him, letting him coat his dick fully. He growled at the sensation of it covering him before she ran her tongue up and down to taste him and hummed on his cock which made his hips buck into her mouth resulting in her gagging. The feeling of her throat closing up on his tip made him go wild and he pulled her off, pushing her back onto his desk and rubbing himself up and down her soaked slit.

“You want this?” He asked with his deep voice and looking her in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the cone from his hand and licked it.

“Go ahead and fuck me, Daddy.”

He didn’t need to be told twice and slammed himself into her, letting her adjust for a moment as they both cried out in pleasure at the new feeling they hadn’t felt for a long time. Once they were ready, he didn’t hold back in pounding into the tight walls that kept clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, baby girl. You wanna feel it in ya?” He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and making her moan so loudly she was pretty sure the whole of Gotham could hear her.

“Yes, please, Daddy, I want your cum. I’m so close.”

He felt her pussy clench one more time around him and it sent him over the edge. Releasing himself inside his girlfriend, he stilled his movements and groaned as he felt her do the same. She screamed and gripped the desk so tightly, she could’ve sworn she broke a bone, her juices running down his cock and onto the desk.

Heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard and the whole room smelled like sex and sweat the two of them created. They rode out their highs before he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling her close while she wrapped herself around him.

“We might need to get some more ice-cream for next time.” He joked, not knowing she bought gallons of the stuff earlier in the day.

Don’t worry about it, Mister J, I got it covered.”

You know, I really love the Pirates of the Caribbean world. I love the magic, the voodoo and curses being sea-themed, the sea creatures and I love the characters too. 

But stars am I sick of the stories. I don’t want Jack and a girl/boy lovestory happening because shenanigans. I am tired of some guy who we never heard before coming to get Jack because Jack was an ass to him in the past. 

I know this movie will be the last (according to the trailers for the 5th movie) but you know what kind of stuff I would have loved to see? 

  • sea creatures becoming more of a threat since Calypso is free again (Jack goes to find the (former) Priest and his mermaid (now wife) who help him find Calypso so he can talk to her)
  • someone took Barbossa’s old treasure to become the powerful undead ruler of the seas (classic Disney Villains, hmmm, I miss those) (Barbossa and Jack are once again required to work together, lots of quality banter happens while chasing a villain who pisses them both off)
  • Jack’s dad vanishes and with him the pirate codex (personal conflict for Jack that might give us character development and some more insight on how Jack became who he is today)
  • Angelica uses the voodoo doll of Jack that she still has in some way that gets Jack in a huge amount of trouble. (SERIOUSLY HAVE WE FORGOTTEN THAT SHE STILL HAS THAT THING?) 
  • Elizabeth becoming a pirate herself because she and her son are tired of waiting 10 years to see Will for only a day. (Elizabeth needs to find a ship that can keep up with the Flying Dutchman so she can sail with Will. Maybe their son somehow becomes Jack’s best friend? Someone who knows what to expect from Jack from his mother’s stories? And who is perfectly able to kick Jack’s ass if needed.)

Those are just some ideas and personally would have loved to see either of them as a movie. But no, we are stuck on repeat with the plot of the first movie until the end. :/

anonymous asked:

It´s me or is Andy getting tired of answering questions about Richonne? Bcuz he said he would like to have Danai there to answer these same questions. That made me wonder. Or he was missing her ?! Idk , but I was a little upset :(

Oh no, Andy would never get tired of Richonne questions! I know for SURE. He’s the same bloke who brings their relationship up even when no one is talking about them, remember? From what I can gather, he and Danai talk a lot about their characters with one another. Motivations, feelings, and what they mean to each other. Danai, being the eloquent and intelligent woman she is has, without a doubt, had some really wonderful and beautiful things to say about Richonne. It is obvious from their panels and interviews that AL enjoys listening to DG speak. I think he knows it would be a real treat for fans to hear some of the lovely thoughts she has on Rick and Michonne’s relationship. He knows how much we love Danai and Michonne, as they all do, so having her there to answer the questions too would be absolutely brilliant.

Don’t be upset! Him wanting her there is a sign of respect and admiration.

I thought...

Request: Imagine where you were bellamys girlfriend on the ark and come down on the ship with Abby and Marcus and get reunited with him both thinking the other was dead

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by bellarke

You couldn’t quite believe your eyes, the sight before you was a sight you never thought you’d see again. You blinked, repeatedly, thinking that the figure in front of you would just disappear. 

You were dirty and you were tired. Your feet were sore and your throat hurt. It hurt to keep your eyes open and it was difficult to keep standing. But the figure, who, was before you was what kept you standing despite your rather obvious exhaustion. 

But still somehow you found your voice, shaky and quiet, barely above a whisper; “Bellamy?”

He turned, shocked to hear your familiar voice. His eyes widen almost the minute the landed on you, his mouth falling open as those you’d come with rushed off to their families. You stayed put though, too shocked and tired but excited to move as you watch your boyfriend; your boyfriend of three years, who you’d been separated the day he left to protect his sister on the ground, run to you.

Suddenly a grin etched it’s way on your face as his arms bound around you and he lifted you up in the air with a joyful call of your name. You laughed, giggled almost, all exhaustion lost as you cradled your face in his neck, taking in the scent of him. You’d missed him so much the day he left and you thought he had died. Abby had told you, despite not being allowed to, that your bracelet monitor had turned off and you feared the worst.

But now feeling his arms around yours again, and the warmth that radiated off of him, you had never felt more happier.

He placed you back on the ground, though not letting go he grabbed your face, bring your closer. You held his forearms, staring into his eyes. He was almost crying; “I thought i had lost you.” his voice cracked, and it broke your heart but you smiled reassuringly, almost jokingly.

“Lost me? Bell, I haven’t slept a peaceful night since you went down here.” You teased, your own eyes watering. He smiled.

“I missed you.”

Legit never get tired of this trope. I love it when character a is character b’s tether to reality during a super angsty moment. 

I’m a sucker for angst.

Intelligence is not a redeeming character trait.

I’m really unbelievably tired of (mostly male) characters being “redeemed” from their bad attitudes, bad manners, poor treatment of other characters, etc. by the big reveal of their supposed genius. 

Being intelligent (no matter how intelligent) doesn’t make a person worth more than anyone else. It doesn’t excuse any of those things. It isn’t a get-out-of-jail-free card for bad behavior, and having other skills (no matter what they are) doesn’t justify never prioritizing learning how to not hurt the people around them.

It’s not an excuse. 

And I think this is especially important to bring up for (mostly white) male characters, because actual men outside of fiction are excused by society in the same way that narratives excuse them in fiction. As long as they’re perceived by society as being “more important” than other people (which they already are by default if they’re men, and even more so if they’re white, etc.), any inappropriate, harmful, or offensive behavior toward other people is excused. 

The excuses are always that it would be “hard” for someone who is SO INCREDIBLY GIFTED to… be kind? Show compassion? Consider the effects of their actions on others and act accordingly? 

It’s bullshit. 

Fundamentally the trope is ableist (by basing someone’s worth around their mental capacity), with undertones of classism and racism (in the same ways that IQ tests are classist and racist), and it perpetuates a narrative of male privilege and entitlement.

And by the way, if you were reading this post and thinking “Is this about [specific male character who does this]?” then the answer is yes.


Ghost World (2001) - Terry Zwigoff

5 bullets on this film:

  • Let me start this by saying that Ghost World is technically a comedy movie, but it was probably one of the most depressing things I’ve ever seen. Not that it wasn’t good, but it left feeling kind of empty and sad.  Of course there are some ‘funny’ scenes, but the plot is really dark and real. 
  • Steve Buscemi freaks me out but I really liked him in this. Scarlett Johansson is also great, but Thora Birch is like incredible. By the way, where are you, Thora Birch? 
  • It’s one of those films you can watch over and over again and you’ll never get tired of it, because the soundtrack is good, the cinematography is VERY appealing, and you always end up noticing a new detail. 
  • Let’s take a moment to talk about the character development of this movie. All of the characters have a defined personality and a backstory, so they feel very real. You don’t really like them, because they’re imperfect, but then you end up identifying to them, and that’s one of the reasons this movie is so nice.
  • One of the movie’s main ‘targets’ is to show the two sides of growing up: you can be yourself, or you can change your personality in order to fit in, and that’s reality, that’s why this is one of the best coming of age films. The two main protagonists represent different ways of dealing with adulthood, so if you’re about to ‘start your life and become an active member of society’ (like me), watch this movie because it can help you decide what to do with your life. 
Characters from SU as: Friends You have that Concern You

Pearl: You ask them what they had for breakfast, and they tell you they haven’t eaten anything but a single apple for the past two days.

Amethyst: Jokes about killing herself to the point where you’re not entirely sure if they’re really just joking or not.

Ruby: Gets in fights every day. Has never gotten caught, but has had several close calls.

Sapphire: Never tells anyone what’s wrong when they’re very obviously upset. “Fine” and “I’m just tired, I swear” are personal favorite sayings of theirs.

Garnet: The group’s therapist. Burdened with everyone else’s problems, and never tells anybody when they’re upset because they think they’re supposed to be the “strong” one.

Peridot: Overworks until they’re overstressed and irritable. Doesn’t believe in sleep, and proudly mentions that they woke up at 4 AM in casual conversation.

Lapis Lazuli: A Grab-Bag of mental illness. Casually confesses that they’ve cried themselves to sleep every night for the past month. Actively makes half-assed suicide attempts.

Jasper: An asshole with stunted social skills to the point where they just insult others to have some conversation at all. Reluctantly reveals one night that they just want someone to care about them.

Connie: Eats lunch in the library alone because they don’t have any friends in that period, and they don’t want to sit alone on the bench in the cafeteria. Slight abandonment issues.

Steven: Constantly tries to make everyone else happy while simultaneously falling apart themselves. Makes sure everyone smiles because they know how much it hurts to feel sad, and doesn’t want anybody else to feel that if they can help it.

Jasper isn't an abuse

I’m so sick and tired of everyone and their mother thinking Jasper is an “”“abusive”“” character.
She’s not.
She’s never been abusive.
The only “abusive” thing she did was throw Lapis.
That was it.
Her getting angry and telling Sapphire to stop singing is not abuse.
She didn’t force Lapis to fuse. Fusion isn’t something you can force, since two gems have to be in sync for it to work.
She was only trying to persuade her.
Lapis could have said no.
Then that shit wouldn’t have happened.
Jasper probably would have tried to run away like Peridot.

I just-
All these people who twist Jasper to be a million times worse then she actually is.
She was just doing her job as an escort.
So she has a bit of an anger problem? She’s never beat the shit out of anyone. She yelled at Peridot the one time and that’s just barking orders. Not abuse.

Also please don’t tell me I can’t ship her with Lapis or anyone because, of your twisted view on her.
Yeah I know Malachite is a bad match but, LAPIS forced it. It had nothing to do with Jasper.

Not interested in fighting over this, by the way.

Here's your fic!

You were tired.

            Tired of his tender words, spoken through gnashed teeth and snarling lips. Tired of his gentle hands, when his eyes screamed rage, his veins bulged against the skin of his neck. Tired of being fooled into complacency. He had kept you here for months, and yet you never learned. He knew how to get you to come back, and every time he made you regret it. You weren’t going to live like this anymore.

            You were going to get out or die trying.

            You had figured out long ago that you couldn’t simply escape. Any entrance you could have used was taken into account. There wasn’t a vent left unsecured, nor a window left unbolted. Any time you managed to get out of your room, he would chase you down. It was terrifying, his giant form chasing you down a hallway like a beast as you desperately tried to reach the front door. He never let you get so far as the foyer.

            Getting rid of him was your first priority. He was simply too strong, too fast to evade. Your first plan had been to get him to trust you with cooking the food, so that you could drug him, but he’d only laughed when you asked. Of course you couldn’t be trusted with something like that. His cooking was plenty good enough for you; you didn’t need to lift a finger. Only relax, and he would take care of you. He loved you, after all. That was all to be said on the matter.

            It sickened you, how you “behaved” for the man. You needed the leverage, swallowed your pride for your survival and warmed up to his affections. You had begun to lay your head in his lap while he sat on the couch, watching your evening movie together after dinner. You stopped fighting him when he asked you to sleep in his room for the night, even moved closer when he cuddled you. You could tell he was suspicious of your attitude changes, but it wasn’t long before he was celebrating how obedient you were being, how he knew you’d come around eventually.

            When you asked for a small gift, he was all too happy to oblige.

            You smiled at your reflection, it being the first you’ve seen of yourself in months. You couldn’t remember the last time your smile was genuine. He had removed the mirror in your vanity and your bathroom, and while he didn’t feel comfortable putting them back, he responded to your request for a mirror with a small handheld one, lavishly decorated and brand new.

            “Thank you, Reinhardt,” you said, trying to search for any sense of familiarity in your reflection. Your eyes were more tired than you remembered, sunken deep into bruised pits of sockets, and your entire face screamed of exhaustion. You could see him hovering over your shoulder, unashamedly admiring your reflection. His smile was just as wide as yours.

            “Of course, schatzi,” he said, wrapping one of his arms around you. “You look beautiful.”

            Later that night, the mirror lay broken on the floor.

            You knew the sound of the breaking glass would wake him up. He was a ridiculously light sleeper; you had learned from the countless times you had tried to escape during the night. If you knew him, it would take only a minute to come and check on you. Maybe sooner, if he was particularly worried about what you were doing. He should have been. After all, he’d just left a very dangerous gift in your hands.

            A sizable shard of glass was clenched in your grip, cutting into the flesh of your fingers and drawing blood out. It slid down the smooth pane, unreflective in the darkness. You paid the cuts no mind. If this didn’t work, whatever punishment lied in store was worse, far worse. Only one of you would be walking away from this.

            You had taken position on top of your dresser, just behind the door. Knees bent into a predatory crouch, you brandished your weapon and waited for him to burst in, waited to pounce. Sure enough, the sound of his heavy footfalls began coming up the hallway, and you had only a second to ready yourself before the lock jiggled and the door swung open.

            “Liebling!” he cried out, his back turned to you as he searched for your form on the empty bed, “what’s wrong?”

            It was now or never. You weren’t going to give him the opportunity to turn around. With a feral cry, you jumped onto his back, digging the jagged edge of the glass shard into his shoulder. The sharpness tore through his shirt immediately, finding purchase in his tough, muscled flesh. Reinhardt howled in pain, trying to reach around and throw you off, but you held for dear life. You pried the glass out of his shoulder and jammed it again into his back. Blood gushed out of the now-open wound at an alarming speed, spilling over your fingers as you clung to him.

Already, you could feel yourself growing giddy. You were going to be free, away from this maniac, and even better, he would be dead, unable to chase you down ever again. This was the moment you were waiting for.

You couldn’t pull the glass out again, so instead you tried to push it in deeper. The resulting scream rattled your core, slackening your grip for a second as you came to terms with what you were doing. You were stabbing a man to death. Of course, it only took a second to remember what this man had done to you, and that second was all you needed to steal your resolve. It was all he needed too.

In one grand, fluent motion, Reinhardt wrapped his hand around your wrist, flinging you over his shoulder and right down onto the ground. You slammed on the floor in front of him, the metal frame of the broken mirror digging into your back with the impact. You rolled over and off of it, fingers scrambling to find another shard big enough to fight with, but his hand was already on your back, lifting you effortlessly.

            When he turned you to face him, you didn’t give up, swinging your hands out and clawing at his face. Your stubby nails found purchase at his cheek, the swipes leaving fine red lines across the skin. Reassured, you reached out again, seeking to dig your nails into his face, his eyes, whatever you could reach. You were screaming. Nothing mattered unless you killed him. That was your only option. This was your only chance. You never thought he’d actually hit you.

The blow against your face was enough to send you to the floor, the sting so harsh it snapped you out of your murderous reverie. When you finally managed to look at him, what you saw was worse than his usual duality of loving this and angry that. No gentle eyes and snarling teeth, no soft words with threats hidden within. The only thing you could make out on his face in the dim light from the hallway was pure hatred.

            “Is that how you feel.” It wasn’t a question, his tone made that clear, and you swallowed whatever was left in your dry mouth. How was he still walking? How could he still be upright? How had you failed?


            “I THOUGHT YOU WERE PAST THIS!” His booming voice made you curl up in yourself, merely a tight ball in front of him. You still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that this whole thing had backfired. You’d stabbed him twice. You’d done what you could. He reached down and attempted to turn you over, but only scoffed in disgust when you wouldn’t show him your face. It wasn’t long before he left you there like a broken toy.

            “Clean this mess up,” he said with an eerie calm, reaching around his back and grabbing hold of the glass. With a grunt of pain, he slid it out of his skin, taking it with him as he left the room. “We’ll discuss punishment tomorrow.”

Quick and simple headshot painting of Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle which I have said a million times that it is my all time favorite Studio Ghibli movie and will never get tired of watching. It has such a touching story and I feel very connected to Sophie. Also the scenery is gorgeous and has so many details and all the characters get to be so relatable. Anyway I hope you like this lil drawing and also have a lovely week. Take care.
#ghibli #studioghibli #howlsmovingcastle #sophie #whitehair #silverhair #starlight #instaart #painting

I need a minute to yell about a fic writer whose work I absolutely LOVE. @rhysiana produces some of the most amazing and moving pieces of writing I have literally ever read (and since I am a Nursey/Dex blog, this will focus on her fics for that ship). As you guys probably know, one of my favorite fics ever is her  huntsman piece, which is absolutely perfect in all ways and I read all the time, and time and time again. The writing flows so beautifully and all of the characters are so well described, the scenery she sets is absolutely gorgeous, and the plot is just oh my god amazing and stunning and wonderful (it follows a folklore tale, the Ballad of Tam Lin, but does such a wonderful job of using the Check, Please! Characters). Literally every time I read this fic it’s like the first time, I will never get tired of reading it. SHE ALSO just updated another fic, Sprezzatura, which kinda resonated a bit with my own experiences (read my earlier post) re private school and protecting oneself. This fic explores Nursey’s character quite beautifully. My favorite line of the first chapter is “In his mind, he touched the glass.” UGH. Such amazing writing. I absolutely love this fic.

Besides the Bard and the Huntsman, my all-time favorite 100% MVP GOAT wonderful beautiful tear-inducing gorgeous aaaaaa fic/series is the “Petals and Thorns” series. Ho. Ly. Shit. The first fic, “The Punk and the Florist,” is the fic that tossed me down the NurseyDex hole, and added a cushion at the bottom of my fall with its sequel “Isla Negra.” It’s an AU fic where Dex is a punk artist and Nursey is a florist and the author just molds absolutely beautiful characters who interact so wonderfully and they’re so relatable. The writing is just fantastic. I have no way to express just how much I love this series. GO READ IT. You deserve it.

And then there’s the wonderful Samwell Faculty AU series, in which Nursey and Dex a) adopt a daughter (aaaaa) and b) said daughter throws a fit. The characters are so well written and so true to themselves. Then there’s the cuticle care fic in which Dex shows an affinity for making sure your hands are healthy and takes care of Nursey, and the zombie fic which made me laugh soooo many times, and her collection of mini-fics which describe Nursey and Dex’s evolving friendship/relationship and is just so awesome to read.

So I think it’s pretty clear how much I love this author’s work. The writing is so wonderful, all of the characters just come alive and are written so well, and they stay true to themselves and most of all they’re really real, the interactions aren’t forced, nothing is too cliche, everything is just perfect. Her way of describing settings is just amazing and brings you directly into the situations. The plots are so wonderfully constructed, always original and they make you look at the characters in ways I’ve never read before. I am so blessed to have entered this fandom and support this ship and we have such wonderful authors and artists to provide happy feels and angst and fics and headcanons and illustrations and everything for us. Go follow her blog, @rhysiana!!! Read her stories (all her Check! Please fics can be found here!!! You all deserve good things, and she gives them to us.