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Laura was prepared for every question he might ask and is fully prepared to dominate this conversation the way she’s familiar with dominating every conversation with him. She expects her puppy to come to heel. And Emily [Browning]’s performance in the scene is very sly and very sharp in that she is slowly and patiently dismissing his concerns about her death and her infidelity so that she can just start again.

Michael Green for Entertainment Weekly on American Gods episode, “Lemon Scented You.”


This is what I mean. My feelings of discomfort for that scene doesn’t just come from me hating Laura for being a flawed woman (because I still see you guys throwing those accusations around). My assumptions about Laura’s motivations and intentions when she showed up at Shadow’s hotel room were correct - she just wants to move on without ever having to answer for the things she’s done.

She’s an awful person, so I’m really curious to know why some people are going so hard on those who don’t like Laura. I’m really confused as to why this is even a thing.

laura jane grace literally just keeps improving my life in new and unexpected ways everyday, I decided to check out the mountain goats because she likes them so much and I have not listened to anything besides transcendental youth in 48 hours,, it’s exactly the headspace I’m in right now, thank you laura I really fucking needed this

Dale: Lately I’ve been filled with the knowledge that the killer will strike again. But because it is just a feeling, I am powerless to stop it…

Albert: Let’s test it for the record. Will the next victim be a man or a woman?

Dale: A woman.

Albert: What color hair will she have?

Dale: Blonde.

Albert: Tell me some other things about her.

Dale: She’s in high school. She is sexually active. She is using drugs. She’s crying out for help.

Albert: …What is she doing right now?

Deities, Death, and Devotion

So I have an American Gods fantheory about Laura Moon, and I will explicate it in convenient bulletpoint parlance. Potential Spoilers, as it works off somethings from the book.


  • Laura Moon is dead.
  • Because she’s dead, the world is dull -dim, muted, cold, and colorless- to her.
  • Except for anything doing with Shadow, and the color blue.
  • To her eyes, a weird golden aura pulses off of Shadow.
  •  This aura is the most significant source of color and light in her world. She directly correlates it to the sun, the source of all life, and can see it for miles, sense it(in the books) from nearly anywhere.
  • Undead Laura is drawn to Shadow, and her reference to this aura in talking about her new love of him with Audrey suggests this aura is its primary cause.
  • In American Gods, deities and other divine beings(daimon in ancient greek, from which we get demon) are sustained by faith; belief, memory, and devotion.
  • Shadow believes in, remembers with love, and is devoted to Laura.
  • In the series, Wednesday asks Shadow if he believes in love: he responds “I believe the Fuck out of Love.”
  • Hinzelmann’s story, the story of the sacrificial child, shows that the Dead can become deities through faith and devotion.


  • While Laura is raised by the Sun-Coin Shadow gave her, she is sustained by his belief, remembrance, and devotion.
  • Laura is a daimon: a divine being and potentially, to Shadow, something like a God.


  • Gods and daimons are defined and redefined by the belief people have in them.
  • It is possible that Laura’s newfound interest to Shadow is not just a “hunger” for his devotion and faith, but also partly a slight redefinition of her character to match what Shadow wants from her, though it’s impossible to say anything about this from just one episode.


  • Devotion and belief itself is not enough, the Gods need specific rituals and direct, explicit, belief in their existence and power; they need Worship. This is the point of the visit to Easter and one of the points of the story of Nunyunnini. It isn’t enough for Easter that people celebrate her feast day with her symbols and holy foods; they don’t believe in or worship her when they do it. It’s why Bilquis requires Worship from her sacrifices.


  • This raises a significant contradiction at the center of the book.
  • The New, American, Gods are not directly worshiped. No one worships Media or Technology or Science or Medicine or Globalism in the personal forms of Media/Fame, The Technical Boy, and Mr. World. No one makes icons and idols to these characters, or sacrifices to them. No one genuinely believes in the existence of, say, movie monsters, yet they appear, fighting on the side of the New Gods, at the climax of the story(iirc). They feed off of mortal participation in their portfolios.
  • The Intangibles(The Market/Invisible Hand) is debatable on this issue :|


  • The New Gods are, at essence, conceptual in a way the Old Gods are not, which explains why they would not need the specific worship the Old Gods did.


  • Odin’s whole plan is predicated on his ability to feed off of those partaking in his portfolio. If he could not gain power merely from other beings fighting and killing, then there would be no benefit for him in fomenting war between the Old and New deities, since none of them worship him.
  • Which, incidentally, undermines the whole story. If deities can be sustained by simple participation in their portfolios and representation, then they would be perfectly sustained by the modern world. Heck, Athena, goddess of Athens and Civilization, would be the most powerful deity on the planet and Odin -a God of War, Sacrifice, and Knowledge- would probably be the second or third most honored, and therefore powerful, deity in the US even without widespread popular devotion.


  • But they would have been fighting in his name: The battle between the Old and New Gods is set off directly by Odin’s “death”. The Old God Faction is fighting specifically to avenge him.


  • Grrrrrr >:(

queerrobbiereyes  asked:

I loved your think piece on Laura, it's set precisely around the fandom that is supposed to be built upon her, which is not to excuse her shit, and I hope fandom realises that quick because even Emily Browning and Bryan Fuller have said that this episode was only meant to show us her road while not to empathise with her, just to understand where she is coming from but that in the end she's just a really really shitty person, who might not even get redemption fo rhwat she did.

Thank you! It was something that I felt, and I had to talk about it. I knew I couldn’t have been the only one seeing this. I know I wasn’t the only one feeling uncomfortable here.

But that’s the issue - the fandom’s desire to overly empathize with her. We can’t even put this on the writers or even the actors. The writers may have included some troubling things in this show, but they did really well in not trying to make the audience forget who Laura is and what she’s done. They didn’t attempt to make her actions okay, not even in the narrative. In this case, we can’t blame The Powers that Be for what the fandom is doing. Which brings me to my next point.

We’ve all been in those fandoms where there could be White characters who have done horrible things and they don’t feel any remorse for the things that they’ve done. Yet, the fandom still finds a way to infantilize these characters. The fandoms finds a way to overly empathize with these downright, horrible White characters. In theory, that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with empathizing with them. The problem lies in the fact that the fandom usually takes that into a completely different direction. The fandom goes down this road of rewriting canon mythology and facts; the fandom has a tendency of employing this revisionist history in regards to their horrible White fave. It could be plain as day that there’s no logical reason for this character to have done this one thing (or multiple things) and there’s nothing that could justify their actions, but the fandom will still find a way to make it so. 

My issue doesn’t lie with Laura. What you see is what you get. I don’t hate her. She’s interesting, but I don’t like her.  My problem just lies in what she symbolizes, and the fandom’s response to her is a great example of that symbolism. Just think about how many fans are quick to jump to her defense against other fans who rightfully dislike her. I saw people in her tag ready to defend her before her episode even aired. I saw people talk about the fact that they were ready to block people who disliked Laura before her episode even aired. Before the audience really got to know Laura, people were already willing to defend her. Before she even needed a ‘defense squad’, there was a defense squad. Figuratively, that’s what it was. The only reason that was even a thing is because she’s a White woman, and that’s the symbolism that makes me uncomfortable. 

I’m not telling anyone that they can’t like her; I’m not saying that at all. Everyone’s free to like her; it’s none of my business. But I’m also saying you need to understand why she makes some fans uncomfortable. And it’s deeper than the go-to reason of misogyny. Sometimes, female characters are just unlikable. We can chalk that up to bad writing, but the point still stands.

I’ve come to a point in my life where I can’t accept reality. We live in an appalling world full of countless grief, social injustice, poverty, and cruelty. And I can’t look at it anymore. So my new approach to life, to avoid getting angry and bitter and sad about the way the world is,  is to get as weird as possible. To get as weird as I can comfortably make it and as far away from reality as I can without letting too much light in. As I understand why I need to do this in my life, I look at musicians, artists, and filmmakers who people refer to as mad eccentrics and off the wall, I get it now. This is how people deal with reality. This is why fantasy is so important in the world.
—  Laura Marling

 Uhh… Do you remember this hallway leading through a forest?

Oh look! That fox has nine tails!

I got inspired by the unknown again. Just wanted to say thank you to @carmillaseries and @ubykotex for the amazing ride! And I really hope to see a Season 3! #SaveCarmilla


Okay, listen up, fellas! Here’s the deal.

The Sullivan Series is a Supernatural based fan fiction that counts over 470.000 words and is still going strong. This story is my lovechild, my legacy and life’s work, since I’ve been working on it for almost ten years now. It is dark, graphic, angsty, but it’s also loving, funny and sweet. It’s a story about the crazy world of America’s best hunters Dean and Sam Winchester, who cross paths with Zoë Sullivan. A lesson learned quickly is that everything happens for a reason and nothing can prepare you when the truth comes out.

I want to introduce you all to this tale with one hell of a promise; I will post a new chapter twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays, starting September 28th. How does that sound?

To warm you up a little, here’s a little sneak peek of what’s coming:

A bit stunned, Sam stares at the door of room 17. Dean already walks down the hallway with his jacket hanging over his shoulder. He doesn’t hear his brother’s footsteps and turns around.
   “Comin’ or what?”
Sam’s places his hand on the door. He feels like something’s off here and glances at Dean.
   “The door just slammed in my face”, he notifies.
   “What did you expect? It’s Zoë”, Dean says, being smart.
   “I’m not sure”, he hesitates as he pounds on the door. “Zoë?!”

But Zoë doesn’t hear him. She seems isolated, as if she is in a soundproof room. The hair on the back of her neck stand up as the comfortable room temperature within seconds drops to a freezing cold climate, leaving her exhaled breath hanging in the air like miniature clouds. Shit shit shit, this is so not good. Zoë swallows apprehensively, looking for anything she can defend herself with, but then the disturbing image of Laura already flicks onto view. Skin so pale it hints to a shade of blue, black bruises noticeable on her arms and legs. She stares up from under her  furrowed brow, her eyes hidden in the darkness of her sockets. Water drips on the ground from the fabric of her dress and soaked through hair, leaving puddles on the floor. Her neck is broken and strangely tilted to the right. Slowly Zoë backs out.

   “You don’t want to do this, Laura”, Zoë warns carefully.
   “Or what? You will kill me?”, she says clever.
Little smartass, Zoë can’t help but to think. The huntress is the one who needs to start with the smart talk, though. It might be her only way out of this clusterfuck. She needs to get under that girl’s skin.
   “Why are you doing this?”, Zoë asks calmly.
   “They didn’t stop it”, Laura says. “They all knew, but they didn’t stop it”.
   “What are you haunting me for then?”, Zoë questions.
Carefully she glances aside at her backpack on the drawer. She knows it contains a bag of salt. She could use a Winchester shotgun right now, that rock salt idea is a pretty damn good idea.

   “I’m haunting you, because you are trying to stop me. You didn’t want me to kill Mrs. Dawlson”, she says, as if it’s a good argument.
Zoë backs out further until she feels the drawer against her spine. While talking, one hand tries to find the bag of salt in the backpack.
   “Mrs. Dawlson was a good person, with a family. Now I know how you feel about the person who did this to you…”
“Yes you do, don’t you, Miss Sullivan?”, she turns her head in an abnormal angle for a moment and the bones in her neck crack. “You know what hating someone feels like. That’s why you became what you are”.

Startled Zoë stares at the little ghost. How the fuck does she know all this? Is she playing mind games here? It’s scary how the spirit stays so well-mannered and Zoë has trouble looking her in the eye. She knows everything about her. 
   “I know what your father did to you was cruel and unforgivable, but this isn’t you, Laura. You need to let go”, Zoë tells her.
   “I can’t. You should understands that, you can’t let go either. Someone did this to you, Miss Sullivan. It didn’t just happen, he knew and still didn’t help you. Don’t you want to kill him?”, Laura pressures.
   “Oh, I do”, the huntress replies honest. “But grown ups realize what consequences that has for everyone else involved”.

In a blink of an eye she throws a hand of salt at Laura’s face, which causes her to scream and flicker on and off, but only for a moment, though. Zoë hastes for the door and turns the doorknob. Laura still has control over the environment and the door stays shut. Sensing her presence, the huntress turns around and sees Laura coming back at her very quickly, as if she was seeing a video being fast forwarded. Right in front of her nose she stops and stares up at her angrily. Her mouth opens abnormally wide as her eyes disappear into her skull completely, then she attacks.

If you liked this bit, don’t hesitate to read the entire story. It will be worth your while!

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hi wasn’t last night’s crossover AMAZING??? can’t believe we have to wait until the 21st for more fire(aka my birthday)……. But luckily we have justice to watch, which seems like a great show!!! hope you enjoy this little drabble! i don’t own anything:-)
The warehouse kept bringing back memories of that horrible, fateful night every time Sylvie saw it. But that didn’t keep her from coming back to the memorial of flowers and stuffed animals, somehow keeping her grounded these past few days. She didn’t think she would be able to rest until justice was served for this horrible crime.

Every time she visited, she brought something different. One day she brought a small cross, another a stuffed animal. Today she had some beautiful daisies.

Her heart tightened when she noticed Al Olinsky a little further away from her. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through, it must be absolutely devastating. As well as for the other 38 families……but with Al, even though they were just acquaintances, it hit closer to home.

Sylvie placed the flowers down, a different place from where she put things down before. She thought it was good to distribute the gifts she brought, not for any particular reason. Maybe to spread the love slightly more.

When she stood up after saying a small prayer, she knocked into someone who was walking by. She turned around, an apology already halfway out of her mouth.

“I’m so sorry—” However, she was taken aback by who she saw. “Oh! Antonio!” Her ex seemed surprised to see her as well. Sylvie noticed the investigator badge around his neck, he was here for work.

“Hey, Sylvie.” He greeted her, and wherever he was headed was now on the back burner as he crossed his arms over his chest and had an expression of concern on his face. They haven’t seen each other since before this fire. “How are you doing?”

She avoided his question, instead just asking it back at him. Yes, she still had vivid memories of that event, but it had to be difficult for Antonio, a father himself. Plus he was close to Al, and knew Lexi well. “How are you doing?”

He seemed to expect that response, a tiny smile coming and going on his face. “I’m doing okay. Dealing with everything.” He shrugged, trying not to show that it was getting to him more than he was displaying. “Saw Diego and Eva yesterday. That helped.”

Sylvie resisted the urge to grab onto his arm to give him comfort. “I bet it did.”

He asked the question again, this time with a firmer voice. “How are you?”

“I’m…..okay.” She used the same response as him. “I think I’ll be better when the case gets solved, you know?” She debated about saying what was on the tip of her tongue, but it then just slipped out. “I think I would sleep easier, along with everyone else. The memories won’t be as potent. It’s just what everyone is talking about. Hard to escape it.”

“We’re figuring it out.” Antonio reassured her. “This guy isn’t going to get away.”

“I hope so.” Sylvie said back, beginning to naw on her bottom lip. She didn’t know what else to exactly talk about.

But Antonio looked like he was fighting something internally. The next thing she knew, Antonio’s arms were around her in a tight hug. Even though she was surprised and confused, her own arms lifted up to return the hug.

A few seconds later, Antonio stepped back. He seemed a little flustered. “Sorry, that was probably weird—”

Sylvie shook her head, thinking that they actually needed the hug, despite their current separation. “No, no. It was fine. Just a friendly hug, right?” She shrugged her shoulders, not wanting Antonio to feel like he did something wrong.

They both knew there was definitely more than friendliness in that hug, but no one brought it up. Certainly wasn’t the right time. “Yeah, yeah.” He agreed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “God knows we need one after dealing with all of this shit.”

Laura Nagel came into view, holding a piece of paper. She gave a confused look back and forth between Antonio and Sylvie, but didn’t say anything about them. Her mind was on the case. “Look at this…” She handed him the paper.

That was her cue to go. “Good luck guys.” She told them, beginning to take a few steps forward. Laura gave her a nod of acknowledgement, while Antonio actually looked up and took a step towards her.

Sylvie shook her head, he was working. She didn’t even want to take a few more seconds of his time. She took enough already. “Nice to see you, Antonio.” She spoke, hoping that would deter him from her.

He stopped in his tracks. “See you.” He echoed, looking back down at the paper. But he then looked back up. “Be careful, alright?”

She nodded. “I will.” And after a final small wave, she turned around, heading towards her car.

  • Carmilla: sometimes I think it's worse to live with a reminder of what you've lost
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