a show about 8 people who are so dynamic, two women of colour, a transgender female character, a man of colour, a gay man who struggled with his sexuality, issues of mental illness and a show just filled with such incredible issues got cancelled.
I’ve lost all hope in this world. Netflix I hope you burn. I can’t believe shit white shows run for soooo many seasons, but a complex show like sense8 fails to get a third season. I AM SO FUCKING PISSED OFF. I finally got to see an indian girl that I could look up to, that I could somehow identify with and I can’t believe it’s taken away from me. Do you know how hard it is to find good desi representation? do you?! I am so upset right now.
this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.
BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!
imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)
considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time
first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man
oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up
not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!
aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood
EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson
Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.
lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant
HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH I’M FUCKING CRYING HOLY SHIT
HE IS SO COCKY BUT DOES NOT FORGET HER AND FUCK HE CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HER I AM CRYING I AM DEAD FUCKKKKKKKK
”You okay?””I’m fine””You’re pushing yourself too hard” “You gonna marry me today?””Ask me again tomorrow””I always do” “Did I tell you I love you?””Yes… Say it anyways””I love you” “Why do you never say yes?””Cuz then…I wouldn’t get to hear you ask…” “I’m so tired””You gotta rest honey””Everyone is depending on me!””Everyone can wait.” “Do I make you happy Rakan?””Everyday of my life” “I’m lucky to have you.””Nope, I’m the lucky one””I swear, you will be the death of me””I’m fine with that.””Me too”
okay i’m not in pjo fandom. i havent read any of the books, and before joining tumblr i knew NOTHING about it other than there was a movie once. sooo idk what this is really, i guess i thought an outsider’s impressions would amuse you.
- a bunch of teenage demigods who… hang out and piss their parents off - the consequences are disastrous - because their parents are greek gods and therefore assholes - everyone should just listen to annabeth - percy’s a little shit who doesn’t know what he’s doing but gets it done anyway - percy is poseidon’s son, annabeth is the daughter of athena, and like idek any of the others but i know their names are piper nico bianca hazel grover jason magnus (who is… annabeth’s brother?) - percy annabeth and hazel remain to be the only three i can name by sight - percabeth - his memories of annabeth were too strong to be completely erased - there’s a… prophecy?? or something? there’s always a prophecy - but no one dies ever - except where’s grover - why are they all wearing orange shirts, seriously is that a collective favorite color or something - boo/hoo stands for the sound pjo fandom makes when they think about what might have been - but srsly just listen to annabeth - dark!percy aus are apparently a thing that are not entirely out of line with his character in canon which is a discussion i followed with interest - nico’s gay but everyone hates the way this was revealed. also i think he has a sister. - percy on the other hand goes out of his way to spell out how no-homo he is - hazel teams up with annabeth at… some point. idk. there was fanart. it looked epic and apocalyptic. - in the new book there’s a character who wears a hijab, and some other dude, and it’s also about norse gods, and also annabeth is there - what movie - “what i dont understand is why, over the course of several books, it’s proven that despite being an utter goofball percy actually comes through and saves the day, and everyone continually acts all surprised.” - pjo fandom is stuck in some otherly-dimension groundhog day where they will be buying new pjo books for the rest of their life. - did that underwater kiss actually happen or is it a natural byproduct of a fandom where the lead is the son of the god of the sea - just… listen to annabeth - percy no
i am dying because this is the most accurate summary of these books and this fandom and just “boo/hoo stands for the sound pjo fandom makes when they think about what might have been” I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING holy shit. bravo. bravo.
So yeah I’m literally in tears because of all this, not because of bex (she doesn’t deserve even a drop of rain) but because I’m getting so many of you guys both survivors and mlm coming in and just feeling heartbroken and crying because ya’ll identified with this show so hard and it made you feel safe and you all hardcore identified with the characters and loved the rep they had only to end up being disgusted with those same characters months later because of how the uglies treated them and fetishized ya’ll and just romanticized the trauma you went through and I am so fucking sorry ya’ll have to deal with this shit, I really am.
Nobody should have to go through what you guys are going through and the fact that some people can laugh about this and brush it off as well as your feelings about it as a joke is just horrible and I hope you find some comfort in either something you’re doing, someone you trust, or just something you’re getting ready to do.
My advice is to keep your head up high and don’t take no shit from anyone no matter who they are.
You are not someone just reduced to a fetish or a joke that can be brushed off so easily, you are valid and I love each and every one of you.
Anyone who says different can catch these hands and get they’re ass beat behind a goddamn burger king.
and.. because… YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY!! AND I AM CRAZY TOO!! BECAUSE I HIT 1000 FOLLOWERS!!! T___T I am crying so hard and have a crazy party in my head with all of you… I thank not only the ones who choosed to follow my shit-art-blog, but also the one who likes and reblogs my things, and the ones who write cute words to me sometimes and the most I thank the ones who are like “regulars”, they come by and everytime I see that they were here and liked/reblog/write something, I got a big smile on my face and my heart gets warm + I blush… a lot. Really. a lot. So. THANK YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!! <3
(and I am so excited, because one of my favourite artists liked one of my pieces!!! *sceam and cry and smile and giggle all at ones* :D <3
And.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FRECKLED JESUS!!! You will always be in our hearts ;_; </3
Pairings: Jensen x wife!Reader, Jared x sister!Reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Swearing. it’s kind of a weird fic, but I had this cute idea and I wanted to make it happen.
A/N: This is really just a crack!fic. I’m not sorry. This one actually kind of sucks. This is also one of my four entries for SPN Family Love and Acceptance Day! I told you it would get better as the day wore on! Enjoy!
You looked off to the side of the stage, the lights blinding you slightly, making you put your arm up to shield your eyes.
The fan standing there holding a microphone seemed to be quaking in her shoes.
“Hi,” she breathed, making you chuckle slightly.
“Hey there, sweetie,” you tried to calm her nerves.
She took a deep breath before asking her question, “So I’m sure you get this question a lot, but what is it like working with your husband and brother?”
No i didn’t mean his ass. Scenario: the team is fighting Galra, they didn’t even form Voltron yet, they are unlucky because there’s a black hole near the place of the fighting. And the fighting proceeds really not as the team would want to. And Keith is on the line of fire - so Lance jumps to the rescue - how could he not, now finally he would be able to say that he saved oh that great Keith from imminent death (but really, that stupid mullet is his friend so tbh Lance is ready to die for him just because, but shh, don’t ruin his reputation, Keef doesn’t have to know, it’s all for bragging purposes)
But what Lance didn’t take under consideration was, when he help out Keith, the attention went to him and Lance was pushed dangerously near the event horizon of the black hole. But he bravely fought the Galrans and came back as quick as he could.
But… it was 4 years later. He even didn’t realize how close he got the black hole. His time was alerted. He was still a 19 years old boy, surrounded but his friends… 4 years older then him. They welcomed him warmly and with tears in their eyes, with apologies and hugs. Even Keith teared a little, because boy blamed himself for what happened. They couldn’t form Voltron for 4 years… but they built a resistance. Lance was impressed how much changed. But also sad how much he missed.
But not only that saddened him. He already didn’t feel equal at the start… and now. Everyone is 4 years ahead of him. Stronger, faster, quicker. They became true warriors. Paladins of Voltron. And Lance… Now Lance value himself even less. How can he match them now? How can he fit? How can he shine among them with something special? When they worked so hard for 4 years to connect, to be stronger, to fight better, to shoot more precisely, to fly faster. When they bonded so much - without him.
Lance is glad he helped Keith - because God knows how badly it would have ended without his intervention. He is glad he sacrificed himself back then… but the problem is that Lance thinks about himself in past tense. Exactly. He sacrificed himself. Lance feels like he’s dead, like he’s just a ghost of the past and that he cannot fit the team anymore.
And the team tries hard to prove him wrong… and how much they missed him how lonely they got.
The question is: is it possible for Lance to believe he’s not only a burdening ghost of the past?
(you can interpret it as any ship or no ship i don’t mind)
(if someone would like to - my god maybe i am to bold to say that… - turn it into an art piece or fanfic, go ahead just tag me/inform me)
also as you can see I cannot write for shit so I don’t think I will write a continuation :’)
it’s whatever (or after my mother asks me to explain to her my poem about depression)
and in the first stanza i think about killing myself
but let’s say the speaker so you can continue to listen and not stop to cry or to think about burying another child or wonder how you will retrieve my body from kentucky (a megabus).
so, in the first stanza the speaker thinks about killing themself. here, leave means, to die.
are you still with me?
so in the second stanza, the speaker dissociates. the speaker is always asking for a friend, always trying to make a living being someone else. so the speaker is an actor, right? and they’re rehearsing this play in which everyone dies, got it? so what’s that phrase? don’t shit where you eat? don’t take your work home with you? anyway, everyone’s got sad eyes, but the speaker’s the one with scar tissue, so.
and in the third stanza we’ve got a series of action verbs, or, you know, a list of things you can’t do if you’re depressed or dead. the speaker doesn’t mean to conflate the two, but you asked. so action verbs, yeah. it’s this dumb thing actors do. you got to make a bold choice, right? so that’s the question. fight or flight or stand still and let the megabus hit you.
in the fourth stanza someone asks the speaker just how sad are you really? this moment is a placeholder for every time someone suggests free therapy thinking free therapy is actually free, as in does not cost anything. or like how last night, a boy the speaker is kissing makes a joke about self-injury & scans their body for land mines when they laugh a little too hard. boom.
and in the fifth stanza the speaker feels selfish. every night they watch a country draw its last breath across a valley of asphalt on loop & dare cry for themself.
but it’s whatever.
today i put on lipstick a friend from minneapolis sent me, ate waffles, danced around my room, and did two loads of laundry.
that’s a shit ton of action verbs.
so yeah, it was a poem about depression, but it’s whatever.
in most poems a line break indicates a breath.
do you hear it? how in every stanza i am breathing, how in every word i am alive.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, kiddo? I’ll have you know I’m a jaded teenage girl and my dad screams if i forget to do my
chores. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’ve got a black belt. You
are nothing to me but just another hoodrat. I will drag you so hard
right now but i know you’ll just end up crying. i’ve roasted you before
and you know it has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my
fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me
because you’re gay and have different skin? Think again, fucker. As we
speak I am contacting all of her nasty friends and your IP is being
traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm
that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. Talk shit
get hit, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I’ve been through shit
that you wouldn’t even dream of. Not only am I extensively trained in
unarmed combat, but there are some days i don’t even want to get out of
bed in the mornings. If only you could have known my life or my story so
keep my name out of your nasty mouth. Try asking the cutest guy in your
grade out in the middle of the cafeteria only to find out he has a
fucking girlfriend. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying
the price, you goddamn idiot. Life is a battlefield and it looks like
I’ve already won.