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Thoughts on 14x9

SPOILERS. DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED.


First things first, I don’t think Alex or Jo hit Paul. Personally, I think it’s the new fiancée. I could very well be wrong, but that’s how I’m leaning right now. Cause I swear if Shonda made Alex do this….that guy has been through enough shit in his time on this show. He needs a break.

I think the storyline was well done, but I also think they could’ve done more with it, but we’ll see where it goes next week. I think they should’ve showed them explaining to Arizona what was going on. Instead of having Arizona freakout at the beginning then in a span of minutes (our viewing time) have her jump ship. Not that she wouldn’t have regardless, but it would’ve been nice to see those characters interact with this situation. And it would’ve solidified that they are all friends/care about each other and not just coworkers that randomly talk to each other at work, you know?


Although I don’t care for Owen much, I did enjoy his and April’s scene together. It was nice to see them handle the little trauma they had. Those two have good chemistry, I wish they’d do more with them and the trauma department. Although, that could come into play next week?


Maggie and Jackson just need to stop. I don’t like Jackson’s character to begin with, but seriously….it’s actually painful to watch. There is ZERO chemistry. They’ve made this go on for far too long at this point & it’s incredibly awkward to watch every time they’re on the screen. It’s just Jackson staring at her with what’s supposed to be (probably) a deep, loving gaze, he says something in kind of like a whisper and Maggie blankly stares back. And it seriously makes me shudder it’s so uncomfortable. Although I think Shonda doesn’t give AF about what people are saying and are gonna make them get together….I think she should care & realize that they’re better off at best friends. My opinion.


Arizona & Carina can just get back together at any point in time…they have good chemistry and it’s getting annoying that it’s Arizona’s only storyline. Like for the love of god, can we get her a storyline that doesn’t involve just sex or just happening into other characters storylines? Like…either give her and Carina a legitimate relationship, bring Sofia back up, or bring in a complicated patient for her to treat. I’m over her character being written like crap for like 3 seasons now. The last really, really good storyline she had was with Dr. Herman.


Last, the new intern and Bailey were probably my favorite parts of this episode. Like….defibrillating the door?? What a genius. Having said that….there has got to be more to the hacking storyline than that. They built it up so be so huge & it just ends with that kid messing around on her laptop? Doesn’t seem right to me.


And that’s all I have to say about this episode 💁🏻‍♀️

hey everyone… angel again. i’m finally bringing myself to make this post.
trigger warning for about… everything, to be honest. this is okay to reblog, and it’s actually preferred that you reblog.
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for those of you who didn’t know.. as much as i love girlgroups…i am a shawol first and foremost. jonghyun’s passing has hit me hard and i needed to step back from kpop/ tumblr for a while and take some time to mourn and heal so.. i’ve been gone from here for like a month. sorry for not answering any messages in all that time, and thank you to everyone that has bothered to check on me and offer comfort, it means a lot ♡

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I will be ready, don’t I know her punishment first hand. She’ll hit me on twitter, rant on CDAN.  Bring it MM. Bock Bock🐔🐔🐔🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

Thank you anon 💜💜💜💜💜 

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Don’t start your posts with “Oh I’m not a fan but-”

Doesn’t matter if you knew of him or not. Don’t make this about you. This is about a talented guy, a sweet and strong one that openly supported minorities, spoke up on behalf of people that have mental disorders, advocated for the LGBT community… All that while living in a society that keeps on ignoring said issues, treating them like they don’t exist. This is about a brave man that defended people that suffered from mental illnesses with his all, and as we can tell today it’s also because of how he knew what they were going through. Respect him, think about his good actions and how he did make a difference while he could. How he touched many lives. Understand that the routine idols are forced to endure have consequences. Stop ignoring that the industry is hurting these people, pay attention to what they’re really saying. Pay attention to how the companies are treating their artists. And please remind yourself that it honestly doesn’t matter if they’re constantly smiling - you don’t know how they’re truly feeling. Please, please take mental health seriously and take the time to be kind to others.

The Most Abusive Relationship in TLJ

Spoiler: it’s Kylo Ren’s relationship with Everyone

Luke.  Tried to kill him.  Han and Leia.  Sent him to live with his uncle at a very young age in a weird, cultish, very isolating environment.  Then his uncle tried to kill him. 

Snoke.  Please, do I even have to?  Tosses him around like a rag doll, has thrown things at him before, shocks him with Force lightning, constant mental and emotional battering ram.  Hux.  Manipulated by Snoke just as much as Ren is, made to hate him as an extension of Snoke’s obsessive control over them both.

We got attempted murder, abandonment, betrayal, torture, beatings, electrocution, manipulation, threats, relational aggression, conditioning, physical, mental, emotional, yOU NAME IT.

Symptoms of an abuse survivor include, but are not limited to: anger or aggressive behavior, disassociation, irritability or outbursts of anger, self-harm (hitting his own wound in TFA), running away, difficulty sleeping (have we ever seen Ren sleep? have we ever seen any indication that he even does?), seeking out high-risk/dangerous pursuits, intolerance of or constant search for intimacy (everyone but Rey, Rey), low self-worth, difficulty assigning trust, I COULD DO THIS ALL DAY.

Every single time I see something about abuse in TLJ it’s Ren as the abuser.  Every.  Single.  Time.  So here’s something slightly different, my very small attempt to weight the other side of the scales a little and even things out.

kagerou project — never lost word (失想ワアド)

上手く言えない自分の話。 
the story of myself, one that’s rather difficult to tell.

music   jin
art   sidu

crawls out from under my grave IM HERE!!!!!!! can u believe there’s a new kagepro song!!! aaaaaAAAAA i did this as fast as i could so it’s probably not the best and i’ll definitely be going back to make edits but for now i just need everyone to cry w/ me bc god im so in love??????????

just a reminder (bc this is very relevant in the song!!!) that kido’s first name tsubomi literally means “flower bud” in japanese!

please do not repost or use my translations without asking for my permission first. thank you!!♡

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“Hey, Barold?” 

“Yes, dear?”

“Are you dead?”

Barry’s head pokes into the dining room table, the Neverwinter Times folded into his hands. He looks down at himself, pokes his own nose. “I don’t think so? I don’t look dead.”

Lup looks him up and down, then says, “Yep, you really don’t.”

“Why?”

In response, Lup takes the package she’s been holding, grabs it by the ends, and turns it on its head. Letters - bundled into packs bound with black ropes, spare ones scratched on torn napkins, envelopes-within-envelopes written in deep dark ink - spill all over the table.

“What are these?”

“Consolation letters,” Lup says, grinning. She plucks the first one off the table, slits it with a brightly-painted red nail, and begins to read. “‘Dear Lup Taaco, my cult and I would like to express our condolences for your loss.’ Aww, that’s so sweet, they’re cult-bonding.”

Barry narrows his eyes. “Is that a necromantic cult or a religious one?”

“Dunno.” She tosses it aside, picks up another one. “‘Dear IPRE, sorry for your loss. We hope Barry feels better soon. We know most people don’t feel better after being dead but he’s done it before.’”

Barry drifts forward, looking at the stack in apprehension and slight awe. He picks one up at random, skims it, and turns white. “Why do these people think I’m dead?”

“Don’t know, but there’s definitely a consensus, babe,” Lup says. “Aww, someone sent a bunch of dead flowers! I’ll pass them onto Merle.”

“Lup, no, this is weird. This - this is weird.”

“Yeah, for sure,” she says, leafing through the next letters. The mound grows intimidatingly the more Barry looks at it. “What did you do?”

“I - I don’t know.”

“Huh. Maybe someone started a dumb rumor. You never know the kinda shit floating around Faerun these days.”

True? Okay. Okay, no, this is just another mystery. Maybe there are clues in the truly preposterous number of letters sitting on the table. Carefully, Barry picks the first one up, a letter wrapped in a satin ribbon and addressed in dark ink so black it almost looks tar. He tears it open gently and sets the envelope aside, then begins to read.

Dear Miss Lup,

I’m really really sorry your husband is dead. I want you to know that my mom and my dad love him too and that if you ever need someone to talk to because death is a really really bad thing then you can send us a letter any time. I’d give you my mom’s frequency but I don’t know it.

Love,

Carnila

Below is an address. It’s from the far east, a remote village that Barry only knows because he passed through there while hunting for Lup a couple of years into his search.

He’s not freaking out so much as very, very confused. He’s certain he’s alive. Pulse beating in his throat and everything. So why does everyone think he’s dead?

He goes through a couple more without finding any clues. Most are of the same vein - sorry for your loss, hope you’re doing better. A couple recommend Lup some therapists in Neverwinter. Two cite him as his inspiration for practicing necromancy. He’s gonna need to pay those fans a personal visit. Probably with his scythe.

“Barry?” Lup says after a little while. She’s set the letters down and is now looking at him strangely.

He opens another one. This one’s written in blue ink. All the others have been black. Really goes to show what kind of person picked Barold J. Bluejeans, lich and necromancer-turned-reaper extraordinaire, as their favorite of the seven birds. “Yes, dear?”

“When you died, you picked up your bodies, right?”

Barry freezes. He thinks back to those ten years on his own, dying repeatedly. He’d had a process - he’d freak out, flicker a little bit, and pull himself together - with admirable speed and courage, of course. Then he’d grab his jeans (can’t leave those behind), a couple hairs, a bunch of blood (which wasn’t typically too hard to collect), the coin, some supplies, and take off for Wave Echo Cave.

He’d leave the body, though. He didn’t need it.

“Barold J. Bluejeans,” she snaps, setting down her letter with a thwack on the table. “Did you leave your corpses strewn all around this continent?”

“I only needed a little blood to make a new body!” he yelps. “I was a lich, it wasn’t like I could pick up my body and carry it with me!”

“You managed to keep the same clothes for ten years!”

“I’ve had these jeans for a hundred years, they’re precious to me!”

“That’s fair,” Lup says, grinning too widely to be angry. “So you’re telling me, these people stumbled across your dead body and thought it was you?”

“Probably,” he replies sheepishly. “I mean, in my defense, I didn’t think anyone would find it. I kinda fell off a mountain range.”

“And you didn’t go collect them when you got an actual body?” she asks, gesturing toward him.

“I was a little busy creating your body.”

Lup sighs, exasperated. She throws an envelope at him. It drifts unimpressively down to the table. “This is it, Barold. This is what you get when you don’t show up at press conferences ever. People start to think you’re literally dead.”

“I hate them,” he mumbles. “Too many spotlights and reporters and questions. I get all sweaty.”

“You’re one of the seven birds, babe. People want to know your story.”

“They already do, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, but they want to hear it from you.” She glances over her shoulder at the Taako Time™ calendar hanging on their wall and grins. “Babe, there’s one tomorrow and you’re going.”

“I don’t wanna,” he whines. “Lup, they…they suck. All the reporters and the microphones and the spotlights….”

“No arguments, dear,” Lup says, standing and crossing her arms over his head to rest her cheek on his hair. “Lucretia hates them too and she goes.”

“She was the Director of the Bureau of Balance, she’s good at that shit now,” Barry grumbles. “Besides, Davenport doesn’t have to answer questions.”

“Davenport’s at sea, babe. Getting to interview him is like finding a Shiny.”

Barry groans, tugs on a strand of Lup’s hair. It’s dyed red toward the ends. “If you loved me you wouldn’t make me go.”

“I love you,” Lup affirms, “so I’m making you go.”

“Can I at least - ”

“No, you can’t wear your tuxedo T-shirt. You have to wear the sweater vest I bought you.”

Barry slumps his head toward the table. Lup slides down his neck to rest her chin on his shoulder. “Cycle forty or sixty-eight,” he asks, words muffled by the table.

“Forty,” she decides. “I won’t make you do sequins.”

“Thank the Queen.” He straightens. There’s ink on his forehead. Lup laughs, then licks a thumb and wipes it away. “Gross.”

The letters flare in the corner of his vision. Sighing, Barry tugs Lup onto his lap. She sits with a laugh, gleeful and teasing, and reaches reaching for a letter of her own. Leaning her temple against his, she slices open another letter, and begins to read.

“Wow, babe,” she says after a couple minutes. “You’re really an inspiration for some up-and-coming dark magic babies.”

“I know,” he sighs. She chuckles and ruffles his hair affectionately. “I’m gonna have to go talk to them.”

Lup’s counterproposal is cut off by her Stone of Farspeech buzzing against her collarbone. She picks up without looking and says “Heyo, Blupjeans household, whaddya want?”

Barold J. Bluejeans!” screeches her brother’s voice through the receiver. Barry jumps. “You wanna explain to me why my dining table is fuckin’ swamped with condolence letters?!

Lup and Barry turn to stare at each other in horror. Then, right on cue, Barry’s Stone rings. He checks it. It’s Magnus’s signal. They stare at it.

“Oh Gods,” Lup groans, and picks up.

Barry? Barry, are you okay?” comes Magnus’s voice. There are a couple of dogs barking in the background, as there always are when Magnus calls. “I heard you were dead, I know it sucks, like, serious ass to be without a body, I wanted to check in, and also tell you that I’ve got a ticket for Neverwinter on hold if you need me down there - ” he says.

Lup and Barry exchange glances. Barry begins to laugh.

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