She’s not the type of girl you’re used to… and you’re not quite sure if you like it or not. She’s not easy to get to know. She’s guarded and closed off… anything even slightly personal is harder to get to than Fort Knox. With her – it’s always one step forwards and two steps back and it’s SO frustrating… But you think maybe you kind of like it… because when you see those little glimpses of her you know you’re probably the only person who ever has.
She can’t be charmed… she’s not that type of girl. She manages to twist your compliments into insults or downplay them into jokes, and again… it’s so frustrating!!! Why can’t she believe that you like her!? Why can’t she just accept that she’s beautiful?
She can’t be bought because again… she’s not that type of girl. Jewelry, flowers, gifts… none of it interests her and she gets angry if you try it. She seems to think it’s effortless, and to her credit she’s kind of right… you’re simply repeating the same rehearsed steps to try and make her like you that you did with every other girl… and it won’t work… because she’s not like other girls.
She’s demure yet provocative… She runs hot and cold… She’s self-conscious, but also self-assured… In fact, she’s just about every contradiction you can possibly think of and yet you’re somehow addicted to this roller coaster ride because you know that even when she’s being the complete opposite of herself she’s still the most ‘real’ woman you think you’ve ever met and you just want to get to know her more. You want to see all of her… get inside her mind… know everything there is to know about her…
But she won’t let you. She’s not that type of girl. And when the day comes to let her go and kiss her goodbye forever, you can tell she wants to cry… But she won’t… because she’s not that type of girl. She never was. She never will be… And that’s exactly what you loved about her most.
It straight up hurts my soul that there are people out there blind to this woman's beauty.
So she has gray hair. So fucking what. Most of us out there are going to have it someday, and hell. Some won’t even make it out of their 20’s without it.
Tell me something. Does the color of your hair define who you are as a person? Because it absolutely shouldn’t. I’m sorry, but the very idea that it would is bullshit.
Melissa McBride, from all accounts, is a wonderfully genuine person. She’s well loved by her peers, and she has this amazing talent that allows her to speak a thousand and one words without saying a word. She’s creative and kind and a precious gift to The Walking Dead fandom. Her portrayal of Carol Peletier has transcended genres and made people that would normally shun shows like TWD take notice.
And oh, yeah. She has gray hair.
But you know what else she has?
A special sort of chemistry with her costar Norman Reedus. A sparkly kind of something that is pretty rare on television because in the absence of unambiguous evidence of the true nature of their characters’ love (and it’s love, dammit…fight me), she’s drawn you in. Admit it. Even if you balk against the very idea of romantic love between Carol and Daryl, you cannot deny they are special to each other.
And why shouldn’t they love each other like that?
Oh, I forgot. It’s the gray hair. That somehow renders a person a used up has-been around these parts. That negates any desire to have a loving emotional and yes, sexual connection with the person they are closest to in the entire post-Apocalyptic world.
Melissa McBride and her character are fucking gorgeous, and you know why? It comes from within. Don’t get me wrong. Both of them rock the gray hair like nobody’s business–I can only hope I do the same one day, and thanks to MMB, I’m not so afraid of it anymore, but even if they didn’t, I’d still look up to them for so many reasons that I won’t go into right now.
I’m not even going to address the absurdity that she’s somehow not a good match for Norman’s Daryl because she has gray hair and therefore, she must be old. They’re literally the most age-appropriate couple in theory on the entire show besides maybe Carl and Enid. They’re contemporaries. And you know what? They look absolutely gorgeous together, but that’s not even the best part. Their chemistry is a thing of beauty, and Carol’s and Daryl’s hearts? Know each other. They recognize each hard-earned beat.
So don’t come at me again with this ageism fuckery. Because it makes me sad that the people in my fandom can be so shallow, for them and for this adorable lady who deserves nothing of this.
Look at her.
Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves, and I feel…I just feel sad that this is a thing.
Stepping off my soapbox now. I can’t take the credit for the gifs of this lovely human. That goes to the gif-makers. I hope you don’t mind my borrowing them.
Every time I watch the last bit from today’s clip I wanna cry and clap forever because when Elias calls Sana “slavekvinne” and she seems obviously pissed off about it, 🚨 🚨 🚨THE OTHER BOYS DONT LAUGH OR MAKE THOSE SOUNDS LIKE OHHHHHHH 🚨 🚨 🚨 🚨 THEY 🚨 🚨 CALL ELIAS OUT 🚨 🚨 🚨 🚨I REPEAT 🚨 🚨THEY CALL ELIAS OUT 🚨 🚨 🚨BECAUSE THEY 🚨 🚨 🚨 RESPECT 🚨 🚨 🚨 SANA 🚨 🚨 🚨 This wouldn’t have happened in other shows BUT THIS IS SKAM.
what she really means: bianca di angelo was a character with so much potential and we didn’t get to see what she was really capable of and killing her off so early on in the series was just simply crude and completely unnecessary
Even the most impossible heartaches come to an end. It is the promise of Allah. Just look around you, the proof is everywhere. The fresh flower wilts and dries. The summer turns to winter. The chirping morning birds are silent in the night. The bad days and the good days have their turn. Some days you laugh, some days you cry.
But just because you cry doesn’t mean you will cry forever. You will smile again.
-So Vision is told to stay FAR AWAY from Wanda since she is an outlaw on the run.
-But because of their link through the mind stone, that is hard to do. He resists, but she can sense him through the mindstone (since her abilities came about from exposure to it, pre-Vision. It totes makes sense)
-Thanos’ galactic goons hone in on the mindstone’s power signature, but they locked onto WANDA, not able to see the difference between her powers and the actual stone itself (they locked onto the wrong target).
-Vision sees the attack on the news, and against orders of TONY, slips away to get her out of danger.
-Vision stays out of the view of cameras, but phases her out of dodge, takes the appearance of a normal human (it’s one of his numerous abilities) and he phases her into a nice swanky hotel so they can get their bearings.
-They try to figure out why those beings were after Wanda and are clueless, but they know Tony won’t help, and Steve doesn’t have enough firepower to take on Aliens.
-Wanda then asks why Vision would go against his friend Tony (and creator), for her. Awkward yet tender confession ensues.
-They spend the night together (oh yeeeeeeeaaaaaaah).
-The next day Wanda is showing Vision around, where she has spent the last few months hiding, and they almost feel like a normal couple…
-…When everything hits the fan and those galactic goons come back. They come back, with Thanos.
-Vision aims to protect Wanda, but she’s just the unsuspecting honey pot; they go after Vision. Wanda and Vision fight side by side but are separated. Vision can’t hold his disguise and fight with everything. But he can’t fight with unbridled power; his human sentiments get in the way. It rains. Wanda is desperate. Thanos has Vision in his clutches…. and in front of the entire world, to prove his might and intent to conquer, he reclaims the mindstone in the most brutal fashion, taking down the only living “indestructible superman” that earth has ever known. Tony sees it. Steve sees it. It’s the one thing that will unit them against this new foe.
-I can’t breath. Why do I think about such things? I need to stop.
-Wanda is preggers
-Vision’s remains are taken with Thanos as a trophy. But he decides to power it with something else and to add this new addition to his army, by his side to really rattle earth.
-Thus White Vision…all the intellect but NONE of the human compassion. Wanda’s biggest opponent.
One more person tries to tell me the reason Hoseok got ZERO lines in Spring day is because he had a the intro and the most lines in BST and imma pop off.
First of all, BTS always rotates which member gets to do the intro. This is not Hoseok sweeping forward and idk, stealing the intro as a second song, this is his RIGHT, FINALLY, to do the intro. It’s not his fault they also chose the album he FINALLY got to do the intro on as the album where the entire group also gets a solo song. The fact that he has 2 songs is literally irrelevant in this case, at least, it should be, because those solos shouldn’t conflict with the fact that it’s his turn for the intro.
True, this does equal a fact that he got 2 solo songs on the solo album, but it’s not really the same? I think it’s kind of like saying that Namjoon or Yoongi’s intro counted as a 2nd song when the other albums had the cypher series? Idk, it just? it’s not really even a factor. Besides, Hoseok earned that intro spot. Namjoon has his side projects and his mixtape, Yoongi just released his bomb ass mixtape that’s been well received, Jeongguk has MCing and he relreases solo tracks, Taehyung now has his acting and he and Jin collaborated on the OST track, Jimin has several dance features this past year. Hoseok’s intro was a ncessity at this point, no one should be counting that like it’s a negative and he shouldn’t be ‘paying’ for it by losing album time.
Second of all, saying that Hoseok is getting cut out of Spring Day because of his Blood Sweat and Tears lines is literally ludicrous? Hoseok routinely gets less time on the tracks as a rapper compared to Yoongi and Namjoon, as a Hoseok bias I have no issue with this in general because Yoongi and Namjoon are more experienced, and they mix the track based on a lot of things, from flow to style to how many lines they were able to write, and even all the way down to balancing the entire album. So don’t yell at me about being a Hoseok bias who’s clearing just talking shit. It’s not about that. But Hoseok generally has less time on tracks, so the fact that he had a lot of lines on Blood Sweat and Tears isn’t really a big deal in terms of him getting too much. That’s like saying; oh, Jeongguk had a lot of lines in every single song that’s why we literally excluded him from this song? The fact that he has a lot of lines should be irrelevant. Besides, even the lines he did have in Blood Sweat and Tears were shared with Jeongguk during live stages, and let’s not even TOUCH on what they did to Jin then, and now, in Spring Day, because Jin deserves his own 109 page rant.
This is about Hoseok for now. I’ll do a Jin related rant probably.
ANYWAYS, I think my biggest problem is that there isn’t even 1 line? It makes the balance of the song feel off, wrong even. Even in Fire, Hoseok showed up for around 5 lines total, that was a very short verse but it felt balanced, and the fact that he had a shared verse with Namjoon helped too. Even Jin had lines in Fire. Fire may not be my favorite BTS song but at least the balance didn’t feel as off as if has in the past.
I think I wish they could have pulled a fire, and at least let Hoseok have at least one line. I’m assuming that it’ll be handled like they did with Jin in BST, where the live stages might have at least 1 line or so for Hoseok just so that he’s not standing around doing nothing. Or maybe the dance will be Hoseok centric (which, i lowkey doubt it because they love to play 2seok but whatever now i’m getting salty).
In short, people like to try to justify the reasons for 2 members in particular always getting shafted like there’s a reason. I’m sure there is a reason. Balance of the entire album is one, maybe Jin’s filming got in the way, idk what got in the way of Hoseok having a single line, maybe he got lost in the bathroom idk, but, I’m AWARE that there are reasons okay. And I’m not blaming the Boys, and I don’t even blame the production staff, I understand balancing reasons, I understand lots of things, I even know for 100% fact that BTS tries realy hard to be accepting of each other, not to get jealous or mad about line distribution, and is one of the most solid groups under the ‘teamwork makes the dream work’ philosophy.
Still doesn’t make me, a Hoseok bias, feel any better about my man not having any lines okay. So Please let me cry without telling me that I’m being stupid or that he DID have lines, remember he had lines for BST and he had an intro. TT.
TLDR: please let hyung line biased fans, partially Hoseok (and Jin) biased fans, mourn in peace without telling them that you’re tired or that they’re unjustified ! ! ! As long as they’re not complaining directly to the boys, or about another boy getting too much, etc, then it’s not problematic it’s called venting. Venting is fine. The real issue is when people start blaming other members for their own fav members not getting enough time. But yeh, anyways, this was long. RIP.
-Joker and Harley fight. Harley leaves. Henchmen bring her back. Henchmen leave and Joker talks to Harley.
*****FLASHBACK - to the fight that made Harley leave ****
“You’re so weak! Why do I even keep you around? All you do is mess things up for me!”
Joker yelled, stalking towards her and backhanded her across the cheek.
Anger blinded Harley’s rational thoughts and before she knew it, her open hand had hit him across the face right back. As soon as her slap hit him, all anger disappeared. Like the sound of skin hitting skin had flipped a switch in her mind and her anger was gone, and replacing it was guilt.
“Puddin,” Her mouth dropped open in shock, “I’m so sorry.” Tears filled her eyes and regret filled her stomach.
For a second, Joker eyes seemed almost as shocked as she was and then he blinked, his eyes flashed and fury was the only emotion Harley saw. She kept apologizing as he advanced towards her, his hands grasping onto her neck and cutting off her air supply. He shook her as she cried.
“How dare you!” Joker’s voice was so guttural, so furious, “You mess up my business deal, cheat me out of millions, and then strike me like it’s my fault?”
The tears flooded down Harley’s face as he slammed her head into the wall and stars rose in her vision. Joker pushed her up against the wall, caging her with his body, his arms shook with rage around her neck. His growls were enough to make a lion tremble.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Harley kept repeating her voice horse from the lack of air. But still she repeated her apology, for her slap for her stupidity, she kept apologizing until all her air was gone and she was just mouthing the words. Still she apologized, black spots appeared in her vision and just as she was about to pass out, Joker let her go.
Gasping for air she didn’t deserve, Harley fell to the floor at his feet. The black in her vision started to clear. Now the only object obscuring her vision was her tears as she continued to cry. Out of the corner of her eye, Harley saw Joker disappear out of the bedroom door. Gunshots sounding in the hallway as his fury raged on. She heard the front door slam a few moments after that.
Harley followed the Joker’s path out of the bedroom door, she almost tripped over a body laying facedown on the floor. A dead henchmen, his blood staining the carpets. Harley bent down, pushing the dead henchmen’s body over and grabbing his large abandoned gun. She held the gun in her hands and walked towards the door. She didn’t deserve to be in this house, didn’t deserve Mr. J. He was right it was her fault, her fault, her fault. Harley reached the front door and tore it open.
“Ms. Quinn,” One of the nameless henchmen spoke, “Remember, Mr. J doesn’t like it when you leave like-“
Harley fired off the weapon behind her, not even looking to see if she hit her target. She opened the front door and ran out of it. The pouring rain cleared her thoughts, woke her up, she walked right into the street. Shooting a driver as they sped towards her and stole their car.
Then, she drove.
Harley started to cry again at her memory. Now, she was now seated on the floor of a motel. She didn’t know exactly where she was, somewhere outside of Gotham she supposed. Harley also wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting in the motel room, only that the daylight outside had turned dark. She had driven with blurry vision until she happened upon this motel on the side of the road, bodies littered the floor in the lobby and hallways until Harley had found an empty room. My fault.
Every time they fought, Joker left to get the rest of his anger out by killing everyone he came in contact with. Then he would come back to their bed and hold Harley close to him all night long, in his own way of apologizing. But it wasn’t he who needed to apologize now.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Harley perked up as she heard people running, from how much sound they were making, Harley assumed it was men. And there were a lot of them. From sound alone, Harley figured there were more than ten. Maybe more than twenty. The cops? The sound of running grew louder and louder, doors now started to slam open. They were in the hallway Harley was in. Harley check the bullets in her gun, she gripped the gun and pointed it at the door.
She heard doors being opened slowly now, she could imagine the police opening the doors as if a wild lion was behind them. Slow, careful not to disrupt the lion. What they didn’t know was this lion was already disturbed. This lion was prepared to pounce.
The feet were finally at Harley’s door, she readied her finger on the trigger of the gun and waited. Maybe this will make me feel better. The door knob turned slowly and the door opened even slower. Suddenly, Harley had a gun pointed at her too. Until the person on the others side of the door realized who they were pointing a gun at.
“Frosty?” Harley felt like smiling. He was in a tux, like always, with a bullet proof vest over it. Behind him were masked henchmen, in weird funny masked that could only be from Mr. J’s mind. Harley’s heart broke. My fault.
“Ms. Quinn, I need you to come back with us. Mr. J is expecting you.” Frost let out a sigh of relief, almost like his life was on the line. Harley’s giggle was hysterical, it probably was.
Harley walked out of the door of her motel room and towards the exit. She climbed into the front seat of a expensive black escalade. Frost and a few henchmen joined her, not looking or talking to her much. Like they were told not too. Frost was making a phone call.
“Boss?” Harley could hear Mr. J’s grumbled reply on the other side, “We got her. Driving back now. Do you want to talk to her?”
Harley was hopeful for a moment, staring at the phone in Frost’s hand. Trying to hear what was said on the other side. Frost hung up the phone, he started the car, and turned onto the highway as if the phone call had never happened. More tears sprang to her eyes, she turned towards the window of the car so the henchmen couldn’t see. My fault. My fault. My fault.
“Ms. Quinn?” Frost asked, his eyes down, “Boss wants to talk to you.”
Harley grasped the phone like a lifeline, she wished the henchmen weren’t in the car. One glance at them and they all turned their heads, all but plugged their ears. Frost started the car and turned onto the highway.
“Puddin?” Harley asked in an innocent tone, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“Come straight to my office when you get home.” He hung up.
The car ride was silent except for Harley’s quick crying breaths.
Harley walked toward Joker’s office with only Frost in front of her. Frost opened the door to Mr. J after knocking twice. He walked through the door and she followed him in. Mr. J was seated at his desk, his chair was turned away from the door. As they entered, he turned around. A
“Sit down.” Joker pointed at the seat across from his desk. His anger radiated off of him.
“Puddin, I missed you-“
He stopped her with a hand and pointed at the seat again. Harley sighed and walked to sit in the seat. Joker took a deep breath in and out before he started speaking, his eyes hadn’t left her face. She hadn’t even seen him blink yet.
“Would you like to explain why you didn’t come home?”
“You made an oath to me.” Joker placed his hands on either armrest of her chair, caging her in. “You belong to me.”
“If you leave again-“ Joker’s lips were an inch away from her.
Harley shook her head immediately, “I won’t.”
“If you do,” His hands clasped around the top of her arms tightly, “this will end very differently.”
****Note: J RESPONDS TO BEING HURT WITH ANGER****
“You belong to me.” Joker said clearly, deadly, “Don’t you remember your oath?”
“Yes, of course I do.” Harley’s eyes stayed locked on his, “I live for you. That’s been true since I met you, it will always be true.”
“Are you still mine?” Joker leaned towards her.
“I’ll always be yours.” Harley answered … “You know that, Mr. J.”
Joker ran a hand through his hair and walked around the desk until he was stood in front of Harley.
“Now, since daddy is so forgiving. I’m gonna let you sleep on the couch tonight and not the bench outside.” Joker said, leaning close and placing his hands on the armrests of her chair.
“No, puddin.” Harley cried, quickly cupping his face with her hands, “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. It’s so cold on the couch.”
He tried to twist out of her hands but she held on, running her thumbs over his cheeks softly.
“Get a blanket.” Joker snapped, “Harley, I don’t like to punish you but I can’t just let you walk out like that.”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. J.” Harley brought her face close to his, “I won’t do it again, I promise I won’t. Please, J.” Her lips were a breath against his she moved her arms to wrap around his shoulders, holding him close to her.
Joker wasn’t backing down, “Enough.” He tore his body out of her hands and slicked back his hair again, “If you don’t stop now, I’m going to make your punishment more severe.”
Harley stood up out of her chair and ran her hands down his chest, “How severe, daddy?” She put on her most innocent voice.
“Harley.” He grabbed her hands in a tight grip. “You’re on thin ice. Go away or you’ll be sleeping on the bench outside with one hand missing.”
Harley lowered her eyes in defeat…
She slowly wrapped her arms around his chest, resting her cheek against his heart, hugging him tightly. His arms stayed at his sides.
“I missed you so much.”
Harley sat down beside him silently, he didn’t move. His head still in his hands. Harley moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders and he pushed her away.
“Harley,” He growled, “Don’t test my patience.”
“Puddin,” She whispered, “I’m sorry. Please.” She hesitantly wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “It will never happen again, I promise.” She whispered, slowly gently pushing his head onto her shoulder… Harley stroked her fingers through his hair softly, helping him to relax against her.
… He growled into her skin, his head twitched back and forth a few times, and then finally he relaxed. He took a deep breath and let her hold him.
After a long while, … She didn’t know how long they sat like that. Her holding him and apologizing softly. Joker purring and growling against her neck… like his head and his body were at war with one another.
A long time later… Joker pushed off her shoulder and quick as lightning, had her chin in between two of his fingers.
“If you ever leave again,” Joker growled, bringing his face close so she heard every syllable of his threat, “this will end very differently.”
“I won’t.” Harley shook her head as best she could with him holding her face OR Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.
Joker took a deep breath. In, out. Then rested his forehead against hers.
Joker stared at her unblinking until the answer in her eyes became clear (???).
“You belong to me.” Joker’s lips brushed her as he talked.
“Forever.” Harley promised.
Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.
“I’m sorry, J.” Harley whispered in her most innocent tone, “It won’t ever happen again. I’m so sorry.”
Joker stared at her for a while longer. …
“You’re lucky I’m so forgiving.” He said finally.
Harley smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.
“I missed you so much.” She felt tears hit her eyes again.
Harley tears had finally ceased around three in the morning. She was curled up on the couch unable to sleep without Joker next to her. …
(???) Even with her eyes closed, she saw a light turn on and a door open. … She opened her eyes and saw Joker’s silhouette in the light of the open door. He looked at her and seemed to find that her eyes were open.
He snapped his head back and forth, growled, and then rose two fingers and motioned her towards him. Harley was immediately on her feet and running towards him. She stopped in front of him. … Joker cupped a hand underneath her chin and forced her to look at him in the eyes.
“Don’t ever leave again.” Joker demanded slowly so she heard every word … and the threat behind them.
“Never again. I promise, puddin.” She promised desperate for his forgiveness.
“Harley,” He clinched and unclenched his free hand, “I will not tell you this again. This is my final warning. If you walk out-“ He cut himself off squeezing his hand under her chin, closing off her air supply.
Harley couldn’t help the desire that rose in her lower stomach.
“It won’t happen again.” Harley … declared.
Joker held her eyes for one second more and then let her go.
“Get in bed.” He said finally.
“Thank you, puddin.” Harley smiled, walking into the bedroom and climbing in. Joker shut the door, bathing them both in darkness.
They both lay still for a moment, Harley knew he was still angry at her. That he wasn’t in the mood to forgive her yet. But she was back in their bed, so that was a good sign. She tried to disguise moving closer to him as trying to find a comfortable spot, she ended up rolled up her side about an inch away from him. Not touching. Harley’s body burned, she wanted to touch him so badly.
… Harley looked up at his face in the darkness… she knew he wasn’t asleep. Usually the only way he could was when she massaged his scalp and body. …
Harley hesitantly, bravely, placed her head on his chest over his heart.
Immediately the Joker pushed her away from him.
“Don’t test me, Harley.” He said, “I’m still mad at you.”
“Yes, sir.” Harley decided to play good, wanting so badly to be back on his good(???) side. She scooted away from him.
A few more minutes passed of silence, Harley didn’t move. She tried to hold back her tears… Joker’s head was snapping back and forth. His growl like an angry lion who hadn’t been fed in days. … Suddenly, his arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him.