little glimpses into their lives

When Fandom Fuckery Turns Into Overexposure and How to Fix It

A GRAIN OF SALT. TAKE ONE, PLEASE. These are thoughts I couldn’t put together for an Anon without the help of @hardblazesong’s IMs, and her comprehensive and incredibly written post that can be found here and is a must-read. 

I was asked earlier today (or maybe yesterday, let’s not pretend I suddenly have my shit together) about the birthday pic being a failed attempt at a fix for IG trolling. 

There is such a personal element to all of this for fans and that’s not how we’re all seen to celebrities all of the time. We may be catalogued and grouped into different factions but at the end of the day, we are all part of a dramatic, invasive and entitled burden to Sam and Cait, and dollar signs for the show and it’s network. The public is always, always, always being fed half of the truth and blatant lies, and their collective lack of awareness and blind acceptance is counted on. Celebrity camps don’t handle it well when the public doesn’t buy what they are selling, and their attempts to double down with contingencies are heavy handed and often too late.

Sam and Cait have become overexposed in this fandom. They are the favorite toy being fought over in one giant, fucked up playground and it’s not a good look for anybody, especially because they’ve failed to find consistent footing in how they react and respond to it. I’ve said in a previous post that if they’re hiding a relationship and going public is not an option, then there is little they can do to repackage that, and what they’ve resorted to for their narrative has failed. But the public hates being bombarded with anything that is painfully manufactured and shoved down their throats, which is why so many celebrities who reach DEFCON 1 from a publicity and saturation standpoint take a fucking hint and disappear. It seems counterintuitive to lay low in order to retain exposure, but it’s necessary and it works. (Anne Hathaway around Les Mis Oscar time, anyone?)

So, along that vein, what is the solution to back the lead actors away from a fandom that revolves around them to reset both their reputations and cease being complicit in the fuckmuppetry?

If I were their managers, PR person, go-to friend for advice or the barista who makes their fucking lattes, I would advise them to only use their social media as a one-way street. Promote the show, support their charities, give a little glimpse into their personal (and by that I mean singularly personal) lives. No likes. No drama. No interaction. Hit the reset button, make people pine for the good old days when they actually chatted with fans or made birthday tweets to some random fan’s best friend and let the toxicity disperse as much as it can. That also extends to their co-stars, friends, significant others. All of it needs to stop and everybody needs to be on board. No IG games. No breadcrumbs. No coyness or passive-aggressiveness, no tongue in cheek, no mysteries that require the collective efforts of the Pink Panther, Columbo, Carmen SanDiego, Benson and Stabler, and Inspector Fucking Gadget and all of his go go gadget arm reaches. NOTHING.

Will it fix every issue? No. Will it mend fences, bandage wounds and lower the middle fingers of fans who have decided to write off Sam, Cait or the two of them as a package deal? Hell to every no and a hard fuck to the maybes while we’re at it. But they absolutely cannot continue along this road and not end up rolling this whole fucking thing into the ditch more than they already have an expect to come out unscathed. 

If we’re nothing more than part of the business, then they need a smart business solution to pull themselves out of this PR disaster of a tsunami where the water level just continues to rise.

P.S. This has to do with the business side of celebrity ONLY and is not meant to sound unsympathetic or dismiss the personal nutfuckery anyone has been subject to via trolling, doxxing, threats, dickassery, etc.)

the-moon-loves-the-sea  asked:

t'pura or mcspirk :)

Oh, I am so glad you asked for this one, my dear. TOS McSpirk is the ship that is nearest and dearest to my heart. I have so many feels, and so many headcanons, but I’ve always been a little intimidated of voicing them, because these three are just so damn important. Bear with me as I try my very best to do the triumvirate justice. @gracieminabox, I’m tagging you, too, solely because we’ve talked about some of this (or you’ve listened to me ramble at length, you wonderful person, you) and I am just drowning in my feels - throw me a life preserver, will ya?


Who said “I love you” first

None of them use the words.

It’s not something that needs to be spoken. 

Carrying another’s soul changes a man. Everything, everything Spock’s ever seen and known and done, Len’s right in the thick of it all. 

It’s as horrifying as it is mind-boggling. Len’s a deeply private person, and having someone else in his head, a rival, a friend, giving him a front row seat to all of his flaws and doubts and failings, well, that’s almost more than Len can bear.

Turns out, their minds are remarkably compatible. The man Len had sparred with, served with, depended on, fought against, and trusted with his very life becomes so deeply intertwined in Len’s consciousness that he can hardly separate where Leonard H. McCoy ends and S’chn T’gai Spock begins. They are one and the same, a duality housed in a single vessel, twin souls sharing a fragile human body.

Len’s shocked to find that Spock… still is, for lack of a better term. The living soul of another - katra, Spock corrects him pointedly - is just that, living. Spock is in the present; he reacts, and he thinks - boy, does he think, Len realizes - and Len very quickly has a hard time distinguishing between the thoughts that arise from his own mind, and those that are of Spock.

There’s no way to block it, either. 

 Len learns a very many things, seeing the world through Spock’s eyes. 

He learns that Jim is Spock’s t’hy’la (he’s not surprised at this, not a bit, he just hadn’t realized that “bromance” was an official Vulcan relationship with an official Vulcan name).

He learns that Vulcans feel emotions. Vulcans feel emotions very strongly, in fact. 

He learns about Spock’s past. About his childhood, about his home.

And he learns about himself.

It’s harder with Jim. Len catches the shadow of Jim’s essence through the fragile t’hy’la bond, like echoes in an empty room, but it’s dimmed, somehow, and Len can never be quite sure if the snatches of emotion and bleeding of thoughts that seem to emanate from Jim come from Jim-of-the-moment or memories of past-Jim supplied by the Spock who lives only in his head. Time seems to shift and bend, swirls of before looping over glints of today, Spock’s unfettered desire for Jim Kirk mingling and compounding with Len’s own until Len can hardly hold himself back (but he must, he must), and the whole situation is enough to give him a pounding migraine that lasts for months.

Later, when Len wakes up on a stone slab with a throbbing head and a clawing emptiness in his soul, he realizes that he can still feel Spock.

Or rather, he can feel where Spock’s not

There’s a gaping hole in Len’s mind, where there should be the swirling thoughts of another. It’s a devastating, godawful feeling. Len’s known heartbreak before, countless times in countless ways, but this is different, starker, more absolute. There’s a piece of him missing, a whole other side of him gone, and Len feels as if he’s slowly breaking apart, as if everything that’s ever made him the man he is is slowly crumbling around him.

He hardly even recognizes himself.

Spock seems to be shutting him out. 

Spock, for his part, doesn’t know what to make of it. There is t’hy’la, his face so well-known and well-loved, the face that colors so many of his memories - “Your name is Jim,” - but there is the other, too. He has a bond with the other, the other whose face is so familiar and so beloved, the other who evokes such strange and bewildering emotions from his vulnerable heart. Their bond is wide open and blazing, like fire, like the sun, blinding in its brilliance. His memories are muddled and unexpected, colored by a lens that is not his, and Spock has a deeper understanding of the world and all that is in it than he’s ever remembered knowing before, a new, strange, human perspective. His knows a grief that is not his own, failures and triumphs and fierce pride and love, love, love, and a heartbreak, a loneliness that keens and blends with his own loneliness, thoughts that pulse and thrum and churn and break against his own thoughts.

“Remember.”

Spock snaps his barriers up with a force that very nearly sends him reeling.

It takes him time to sort it out, to tease apart the trappings of his own mind and to separate his own experiences from those of Leonard McCoy. 

“I’m gonna tell you something that I never thought I’d ever hear myself say. But it seems I’ve missed you. And I don’t know if I could stand to lose you again.”

It is only later, treading water in the tiny whale-tank on a centuries-old Earth, that Spock comes back to himself. 

“I am Spock,” he tells her. 

And he knows, then, that he is Spock, and that Jim is Jim, and that Leonard is Leonard, and that together, they are something new.

He waits for the opportune moment. 

It’s a… surprisingly difficult discipline, the waiting.

He manages it until the council hearing, and then he can resist it no longer, moving to stand next to Jim and dropping his barriers just for an instant, hardly even glancing up to meet Leonard’s gaze.

He doesn’t have to - Leonard’s answering thrill of wonder and anticipation is like the rising of the sun, blazing and blinding in its brilliance, and its all there, magnified exponentially between them, joy, joy, joy, and love, love, love.

He finds them together that night, waiting for him in his own cabin.


Who would have the others’ picture as their phone background

There aren’t many photographs of just the three of them.

The background of Jim’s PADD is a picture of David.

The background of Len’s PADD is solid black. Spock and Len are remarkably similar in that (and in many other) regard. Len, in any universe, prefers not to let anything distract him from his work, and it never occurs to Spock to personalize an object that is so clearly intended for his professional use.  

Spock, though, is the one who collects objects of sentimental value.

It is only logical to do so. Jim and Leonard are human; he will likely outlive them both by at least a century. A broken marriage bond can easily drive an otherwise healthy Vulcan into insanity, and once failed, the Kohlinar is no longer an option - Spock knows, deep in his most secret thoughts, that he would not make another attempt at purging his emotions, even if he could.

It is far, far too late for that.

So he stores away small things, a photo of the bridge crew, a scrap of napkin that Jim has scrawled on, a snapshot of Len smiling under the Georgia sun, mementos, moments, little glimpses of a life well-lived. He keeps them all carefully hidden in a tiny box - “This is my logic,” -  saving them for the day when memories are all he will have left of Leonard and Jim, these two extraordinary human men who have captured his heart so completely.

It is but a small price to pay, or so Spock tells himself.


Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Len scrawls their names in the traditional vanu-tanaf-kitaunin, fingers tracing the elaborate loops and curves with a muscle memory that is not his own, the mirror squeaking softly as he writes.

Spock stands at his shoulder as if to correct him, never speaking, only watching. 

At length, Len pulls back. “Well, what do you think, Spock?” he asks, and Jim can see by the glint in his eye that he’s pleased with himself. “Not too bad, for a first try.”

Spock leans over him without a word, trailing one long finger at the edge of Len’s handiwork. “A satisfactory attempt,” he murmurs, flicking deftly to adjust the curve of serif that Len had neglected. “For a human.”

“Very pretty, Bones,” Jim reaches around them both, making his own mark on the glass. 

JTK was here.

Len lifts his eyes heavenward and sighs. 


Who buys the others cheesy gifts

Jim Kirk buys the cheesy gifts.

An “I <3 NY” shirt for Spock.

Red suede cowboy boots for Len (who wears them proudly).

“World’s Best Husband” mugs for all three of them.


Who initiated the first kiss

Len and Jim have kissed several times before the initiation of their relationship. 

Len and Jim have been each others’ best friend, drinking buddy, and wing man for years. They’ve participated in more than a few wild nights - most notably that one exceptional shore leave on Argelius - and neither of them are adverse to a little inebriated physical affection.

After all, what’s a kiss between friends?

Spock and Jim, at the time of Spock’s death, were only beginning to explore their physical relationship. Spock had initiated a few superficial melds, but Jim, for the most part, remained aware of the t’hy’la bond only in passing, and Spock had only briefly introduced him to the Vulcan ozh’esta. 

Never a full, proper, human, lips on lips kiss.

Later, after the fal-tor-pan and the awful excursion to the 20th century - whales, really? - and the revelation of Jim’s council meeting - “Mr. President, I stand with my shipmates,” - Len knows it’s time.

He doesn’t need to approach Spock. For one glorious moment, Spock had dropped the barriers between them, and the bond had flared to life, singing in Len’s mind, an all-consuming joy so sudden and fierce that it had very nearly brought Len to his knees.

He manages to keep himself upright, but only just, basking in the glow of Spock’s presence against his, so long-missed, so absolutely vital. They share the moment, both an instant and an eternity, and when Spock pulls back, Len has the sensation of falling into himself. He’s left with a new understanding and a contentment like he’s never known, save for the dull ache of desire in his deep in his chest.

He finds Jim, and he lays it all on the table.

Jim’s intake of breath, after Len finally runs out of words, is sharp, harsh, and Len is afraid, for one terrible moment, that he’s misjudged things horribly.

“Oh, Bones,” Jim breathes, and then he’s kissing Len for all he’s worth, taking Len by the upper arms and pulling him onto his toes.

Jim’s lips are warm and soft and familiar and right on his, and Len realizes, suddenly, that this is only the beginning. 

It’s the most joyful thing he’s ever known.


Who kisses the others awake in the morning

Not Jim.

Otherwise, it depends on who wakes first.

Typically, this is Spock. Vulcans require less sleep than humans, so its typically Spock tracing the curve of Jim’s jaw or the edge of Leonard brow, with his lips, with his fingers, with his tongue.

Sometimes, though, it’s Len. Len is a nuzzler. Len likes to bury his face in the crook of Spock’s neck and to curl his body protectively around Jim’s. Len kisses the hollow of Jim’s throat, the soft patch of skin behind Spock’s ears, running his fingers down their chests and shoulders, paying special attention to the sensitive spots on the inside of Spock’s elbows.

Jim’s a little more passive. On the rare occasion that he’s up first, he likes to lay beside his husbands and watch them. Len, early bird though he is, is a total bear when he’s woken from a dead sleep, and it is so rare to catch Spock unawares that Jim feels as if he’s obligated to savor the moment. Spock’s face is relaxed, the tension and sharp lines fallen away, and Bones, though he’ll deny it to his dying day, snores softly and smacks his lips in his sleep. 

Jim wouldn’t wake them for the world.


Who starts tickle fights

Jim is typically the instigator of the tickle fight.

Len’s got a tiny spot just at his inner thigh that sets him giggling until he can hardly breathe, red-faced and panting, tears running down his cheeks.

Jim lives for these moments.

Len’s retribution, when he can finally manage it, is swift and brutal. Jim may be bigger and stronger, but Len is fast. He sprawls on top of Jim, long fingers extracting their revenge with all the precision and finesse of a highly skilled surgeon. 

Jim Kirk begs for mercy.

Spock watches it all impassively from the corner of the bed, the gentle thrum of satisfaction that filters through their bond the only evidence of his amusement.

Until Len exploits his superior knowledge of Vulcan physiology, that is.


Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Surprisingly, this is Spock.

Jim doesn’t ask if he can join Len, not that Len expects it. He pushes his way through the sliding glass door, and automatically Len shifts to accommodate him, without a word.

Jim, though, is remarkably efficient with their shared time in the shower. He hops in, does his business, and hops out, dripping little puddles all over the bathroom floor and humming softly under his breath.

Len takes his sweet time. There’s something wonderful about the thrum of real water on his bare skin, and despite the environmental control systems on board the Enterprise, the vastness of space leaves him feeling cold and hollow. A hot shower is a comfort, and he savors it.

Spock is strangely drawn to Leonard during these moments. It’s as if something in the water melts whatever subtle barriers remain between them, and Spock finds himself dumbstruck by Leonard, Leonard with his eyes closed and his face upturned, lips parted just slightly, Leonard who’s completely oblivious of Spock’s presence, just standing utterly still and letting the water fall over him like rain.

The words, May I join you, are hardly out of Spock’s mouth before Len’s breathing a harsh, “Yeah,” and Spock is shedding his cloak and climbing deftly into the shower with his bondmate.

Jim finds them a long time later. “Well, thanks for the invitation,” he manages just before Spock yanks him into the downpour, shirt and all.


Who surprises the others at work with lunch

They all eat lunch together, when they can.

It’s actually an old habit. During the five year mission, Jim would often have his lunch with Bones in the sickbay, or with Spock, when they could both leave the bridge. Occasionally, when their schedules allowed it, they’d all take their lunch breaks together in the mess hall, Bones sassing at Spock, Spock snarking at Bones, Jim indulgently running interference between them (and often subtly egging them on).

Now, years later, the pattern hasn’t changed. Bones still sasses Spock, Spock still snarks Bones, Jim still looks on in besotted amusement.

Some things never change.


Who was nervous and shy on the first date

There’s not a first date, necessarily. 

After the kiss - it’s a particularly long kiss - Jim can hardly find words. 

“Bones,” he breathes, eyes wide and a little bit desperate. “Are you sure? He’s -”

“Jim,” Len takes Jim’s hand in his own. “I’m sure.”

They wait for Spock together.

Len’s certain, this time. The look Spock had given him across the council chamber had said enough.

The bond had said everything.

The door opens, and there’s a beat of silence.

It all hangs in the balance. The past, the future, literal lifetimes shared between them.

“Spock,” Jim bursts. He takes half a step forward, then stops suddenly, as if reminding himself, “Be gentle, don’t press.”

“Jim. Leonard.” Spock nods toward them, utterly serene, his dark eyes giving nothing away.

Len feels as if his heart’s about to burst.

Enough, enough.

“Oh, god, c’mere,” he chokes, throwing his arms open wide and shoving all of his love, his wonder, all of himself toward the Spock-shaped hole in his heart.

Spock moves, the barriers fall, and the bond sings.


Who kills/takes out the spiders

Spock is the best at catching the spiders. 

Len’s too busy harassing Jim. “Haven’t seen you jump so high in years,” he laughs.

“Could be poisonous,” Jim informs him primly, stepping lithely down from the dresser only after Spock has relocated the offending critter outside. “Better safe than sorry, you know, Bones.”

“I’ll remember you said that,” Len tells him pointedly, “the next time you decide to scale a goddamn cliff face with no safety gear!”

Jim does not honor this with a response.


Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Len is the tactile one of the three, and this is only exaggerated when he’s drunk. He worships his lovers with his hands and with his body, litany of murmured praises falling like honey from his lips.

Spock is seldom inebriated. In fact, he’s far more likely to act as a keeper to Len and Jim, silly humans with their silly love of recreational cognitive impairment. He keeps a watchful eye on the two of them, carefully concealing his indulgent amusement at their drunken antics.

Rarely, though, Spock will have a piece of Jim’s chocolate pie, or accept Len’s offer of a drink (Len never fails to offer).

Then, Spock becomes a wild thing, a Vulcan of the days of old, a physical being in the most inherent sense. Making love is an art and a science, and Spock, particularly when he loses his inhibitions, excels at it. The somatosensory cortex of a Vulcan brain is exquisitely complex, and that, coupled with the ingenuity and innate intensity of the human experience, renders Spock completely powerless to his own desires. He throws himself into his task, flooding the bond wide open and laying waste to his mates’ bodies with a fervor and ferocity that borders on primal, delighting in the heat of their skin under his.

Len, for his part, can never quite contain his thrill of anticipation when Spock’s fingers subtly brush his as he passes Spock the bottle of Saurian brandy.

Jim is the romantic. 

Jim, when he’s drunk, serenades his husbands with classical literature, and sometimes, with old-earth love songs.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help

Falling in love with you

Len joins him occasionally, when he’s had enough that the long forgotten lyrics come easily and he forgets the warble in his voice. 

Like a river flows 

Surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

They join hands, swaying a little with the rhythm of the music and the alcohol. Jim reaches toward Spock, drawing him in, holding him close, and Spock allows it, allows his free fingers to slip into Leonard’s, allows the glow of the moment to wash over him, allows himself the simple joy of just being here, with them, together, these two humans who he loves more than life itself.

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help

Falling in love with you


Link to Anna’s Masterlist here

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♥ it’s time to spread your podcast pallet ♥ 

Hope you’re all having a wonderful July, everyone! As the heat is cranked up and our thermostats are turned down, it’s time to get comfortable indoors or on the sandy shores of a beach with a new podcast. And my picks are as welcoming as a breeze on a summer day.

Cool down with a touch of horrifying homesickness, served up with just the right amount of creeps and treats to top off your favorite brand of liquor.

Looking for something fresh to please that sudden thirst for audio storytelling? Look no further as PodCake has six more podcasts you’ll certainly love.

1. Friend of the Family

Where the narrator is a character, the two leads hate each other, fighting the supernatural is sometimes disappointingly mundane, talking to family members can be a terrible idea, and a 16-year-old girl is infinitely more exciting about stabbing a lot of things than she is about boys.

If you don’t think podcasts have enough occult hunters, than Friend of the Family would like to welcome you to their reunion. In this audio drama chock full of comebacks and tongues sharper than a wooden stake, we follow our snarky heroine as she battles ghosts, demons, and annoying commentary from narrators and vampires alike.

Friend of the Family is equal parts charming and creepy for fans of both horror and comedy. If your ghost story could use some more more giggles, get comfortable in your coffin and tune in today.

2. Radio People

Under the dome on the far side of the Moon, the people of Clovermeade carry on their strange lives in complete isolation from Earth.

In this bizarrely charming sci-fi story that is…much harder to put into words than I originally thought, we are given a glimpse into the lives of this quirky little moon colony. One word to best describe Radio People would be “alien”. It grants itself an identity unique for itself and only itself, beckoning curious listeners to their strange ads, off-the-wall humor, and alternative-electronica music.

Tune in for yourself to get a taste of this strange yet welcoming collection of distinct voices, songs, and one of a kind atmosphere you’ll find yourself immersed in within seconds.

3. Spirits: A Drunken Dive into Myths and Legends

A boozy biweekly podcast about mythology, legends, and lore. Hear fresh takes on classic myths and learn new stories from a round the world, served up over the ice by two tipsy history geeks.

If you think your LORE could use a little more lady power and a little more liquor, Spirits, is the show for you. Share a drink with our hosts as they slur their way through mystical tales and myths of varying origins.

Fun, funny, and certainly a fresh pick for fans of mythology-this drunken dive into myths and legends will have you asking for a refill.

4. Small Town Horror

A bi-weekly serialized docudrama about one man’s search for answers in his hometown, the site of his own mysterious kidnapping 18 years ago. Are the answers he seeks worth the cost of returning to the place known as Crazytown?

I already knew that Small Town Horror was bound to catch my attention from the get-go. Why it has continued to keep me intrigued is due to a narrative that reads like a thrilling horror novel helped by detailed audio editing and a suspenseful tale of mystery that slowly unfolds itself.

Step into the grim and gritty world of Crazytown and immediately find yourself locked into this macabre story bound to keep you up until the crack of down with shivers down your spine.

5. Uncanny County

Robots gone haywire. Killer clown demons. And pie. So. Much. Pie. This quirky, darkly comic, Southwestern-flavored podcast brings you a new, paranormal audio play every month. Sit back, relax, and hold on tight Because you’re about to take a quick detour….through Uncanny County.

In this episodic freak show of short stories varying from funny to frightening, Uncanny County is sure to have a little something for everyone. Be it robots, mysterious truckers, or hefty servings of blood soaked clowns and delicious pie, you’re sure to find something special with each serving.

There’s nothing uncanny about slipping this series into your feed for a bit of southern styled charm and scares.

6. Return Home

A serialized radio drama that follows the story of Johnathan Barker, who is compelled to return home to Melancholy Falls, NJ to investigate the strange things that have been going on in town and discover his purpose.

Make your return to good old quirky horror shows with Return Home. In this  mysterious little podcast, we are lulled into the rain-drenched tale of a man’s struggles when he comes face to face with the strange happenings of his hometown. 

A little freaky and a little funny with just the right amount of drama, this podcast will give you all the scares and suspense you’re after.

now, get to listening.

Thinky thoughts about Grace & Frankie

Yes, we already have a gay romance with Robert and Sol (I’d argue that Sol is bi even though they’ve never mentioned it, but that’s a different post.) But we never saw them fall in love. We heard about it briefly and saw a little glimpse of their earlier lives in flashbacks, but we were very much told they fell in love and now here it is. Whereas with Grace and Frankie, what if we’re actually seeing them slowly fall in love? And they don’t quite know what it is just yet because they don’t really have a frame of reference for it. They tried to make relationships work with other people… Frankie’s was even with someone she genuinely loved (much like Sol genuinely loved her) but they still find themselves coming back to each other.

I would love so much if next season, we get continued exploration of Grace and Frankie’s relationship and then there’s an episode that has tons of flashbacks of Robert and Sol falling in love and how it very much parallels what’s currently happening with the ladies. And then the finale is them finally acknowledging their feelings for what they are and where do they go from here?

And then it’s renewed for a 5th season where they can explore that. (And at some point, Dolly can officiate their wedding lol)

Do you think, because of Rebirth, people start getting little flashes of memories? Brief glimpses of a life they don’t remember living?

Batman remembers, in the back of his mind, the phrase “nobody dies tonight”, but has no idea his adopted daughter once said it.

Arsenal sees a little girl in his dreams, but isn’t quite sure where he saw her, or why he dreams of being a father so often.

Green Arrow gets flashes every so often of another life. One where he has a son, or he’s taking his daughter to see a doctor. But he doesn’t have children? Why is he seeing these things?

Renee Montoya looks in the mirror every morning, and nearly has a heart attack when she sees her reflection has no face. It happens so often, she rarely notices anymore.

Anissa Pierce goes to a bar one night, and has a nagging feeling that she knows the bouncer, a giant woman with hair like a flame.

Episode 12!  THE REMATCH

I distinctly remember that Saionji got a free return bout after Utena waxed the floor with him, so surely she’s gonna get one too, and now she’s wise to Touga’s tricks, so it’s gonna be a slam dunk, and…

Oh.  Aw, jeez.

The former champ is gonna be off TV for a good long while, it looks like. Nagging injuries.  Let’s see what Touga’s up to, then-

Wait, no, here she comes.

Well, that’s depressing.

The Academy is in fact completely smitten with Utena’s rebranding.  This new symbol is much easier to read, and what it says is “yowza,” but only momentarily.  She has become consumable, all the edges taken off – so, duly, it consumes her, and then wanders off, looking for the next thing.

Anthy arrives to twist the knife a little.

That is a face that says “remember when you almost made out with Touga right in front of me like I was some kind of potted plant?”

Up to the balcony we go.   There aren’t any metaphors up here today – Miki is actually taking the minutes, Juri is barely bothering with the usual repartee. There are a lot of close-ups of Chu Chu eating snacks.

This episode does an admirable job of mimicking the shell-shocked affectlessness of its heroine.  Nothing happens. Then, nothing continues to happen. Being a normal girl in a normal world means not getting whatever it is you wanted.   Time drifts, and you are moved around the board like a chess piece. The animation budget has been slashed again pending the outcome of the evening’s swordfight.  Everything is wet cardboard and dry toast.

Touga arrives to make out with Utena in front of Wakaba as if she was some kind of potted plant. This is normal.  A popular boy asks you out, and you go out.  The social contract is forged of these moments, each unsatisfying fumble in the back of his dad’s Lexus another link in the chain of human civilization.

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Review Retrospective of Twin Peaks Pilot “Northwest Passage”

To lead up to the premiere of the new Twin Peaks revival on Showtime next Spring, I will be re-watching the saga one chapter at a time. This is the first entry in the initial wave of reviews/retrospectives, wherein I will review each episode in chronological order. I will discuss thoughts and comments on the craft and content of each episode; a very new-fan friendly approach that avoids discussing spoilers from future chapters and focuses on appreciating the work itself for its sum and its parts. Don’t expect any dogmatic grades/ratings/rankings here. That isn’t my style.

Hopefully these reviews will be entertaining at least and insightful at most. Thanks for checking it out, the review/retrospective is under the cut! 

(It’s a long one, but then, of course, they all will be.)

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prince!luke

the neon lights that leaked through the hotel windows seemed to mingle with his smooth skin, the pink and blue patches bringing out the small freckles across his cheeks. god, he looked so peaceful sleeping, it almost made me forget how not-pretty this situation is.the same finger that traces patterns in to my bare shoulders while i sleep is donned with an engagement ring. given, it’s an arranged marriage that he needs to carry through with to honor his family name, but he comes in to the hotel room every night and starts to complain about how obnoxiously bitchy she is. “i can marry her, but i can’t love her.” he’d crack out, pulling at the roots of his clichéd golden locks. “should be a sin to survive yet not live fully, huh?” i don’t even know how this started. all it took was a tipsy hookup at a party he snuck in to undercover, and now it seems i cant take my hands off him and his lips need to be attached to my neck to function. no one warned me about falling in love with the famed blonde prince, though. “hi princess.” i jumped when i heard his familiar voice that’s been weighed down with sleep make it’s way in to the atmosphere. i winced at the signature nickname he’s christened me with, since i remind him of ‘a disney princess. you’re smart and brave and little girls will want to be you someday.’ i cant help but think about someone else is literally already his princess. “you’re staring.” "i’m just thinking.” i quickly responded, flopping back down on the bed. “we’re so fucked.” he wraps his arm around me, chuckling softly as he buries his nose in to my neck, rubbing it over the red patches he left earlier. “so you feel it too.” "yup.” i said, tears starting to cloud in my eyes. he turns on his stomach and looks at me, sincerity practically drowning in his blue eyes. "hey, princess, look at me.” he says softly, placing his large hand on the side of my cheek. “no matter what happens, i’ll never forget this. you’re the only splash of normalcy i will ever have in my life, yet in the time i have spent with you, there was never a dull moment. even if i decide not to go off with you, i’ll never forget you. you’ll always be my one true princess.” his voice cracked a bit. “and i think..i think i love you.” i bit my lip, thinking if i should respond with the honest truth but jesus christ, looking straight in to his eyes, i cant help it. “i love you too.” i kiss him and he puts his hand around my waist, rolling me over so im on top of him again. i know, sooner than later, this will all be gone. he’ll be married to her, ill probably live somewhere else, and our little glimpse of bliss will be shattered to the ground. but, you know, maybe under some other condition, we could have existed. maybe in some other life. maybe if the stars were aligned in perfect harmony with the galaxies in his beautiful eyes. or maybe on some short, rough pages, stuck in some fictional universe. maybe on the other side of normality, dazed and confused and bent but feeling completely okay because we were by each others side. maybe then, someday soon we’ll be together. all i know as he pulls me closer to him and i breathe in his expensive, yet subtle cologne is that i just don’t want to let this go.

I love the idea of Sherlock and Molly’s phones being full of photos and videos of their kids. Imagine the cute little glimpses into their lives they’d have tucked away.


The clip opens with a little girl in a baby bouncer, babbling along to a song on tv.

“You’re so good at singing Imogen. You’re very good at that!”

Imogen starts bouncing and squealing, smiling a wide toothy grin at the person behind the camera.

“You are! You’re so good at that!”

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anonymous asked:

I know you've been gone but any chance of younow thoughts? Your recaps are my favourite. Please please please.

Hello I’m alive and yes I have to because WHAT AN AMAZING LIVE SHOW.

My god, was it just me, or did Dan seem giddy af? He was in such a good mood. Seriously, for a second I almost questioned whether he might be tipsy or something lol. The dimple was nearly on full display that entire hour because of how much he was laughing and smiling. So lovely and nice to watch.

With that came so many gems…..

“Get a house and a dog” “Probably one day, it’s inevitable…I’d like to think.” hahahahahahahahaha ha ha ha h *cries* way to paint the most beautiful picture imaginable, Daniel. I can see it now. Dan. Phil. Dog. House. Koi pond. Garden. Marriage license (but come on, Phil’s right, it’s only just a piece of paper and they’re already married as hell). What more could anyone else want really?

“Phil came up with this one you little shit” My favorite sentence of the whole show.

Dan saying this has been the best year of his life. *wipes tear*

Phil being loud in the background and Dan yelling to him. Also LOVED that he admitted to Phil waiting till the show is over so they can eat together. I mean, we all knew, (gotta love the times when we hear Phil banging around in the kitchen) but it was cute to have him mention it. The idea of Phil getting all restless and trying to make Dan hurry up so they can have dinner is pretty adorable. “The Domestic life of Dan Howell” is right.

He said multiple times how pleased and happy he was that everyone was so supportive of the app. And how scared he was beforehand because he thought the reaction would be negative. That made me a bit sad tbh. That is definitely 100% directly related to the reaction of tabinof and it hurts my heart to think that they might have been any ounce more doubtful of themselves. It would be very difficult to not harbor some insecurities after the reception of the book/tour. Dan already doubts himself quite a lot and it’s just a shame to think that their confidence might have been wounded from that. Especially in regards to something they were/are so proud of. I know people had their reasons and it was a huge shock to many, but I just wish things had been different. That’s all. And his statements today really reminded me of that. But on the positive side, I'm very happy that they were so excited and proud of the way the app was received by everyone this time around. They deserve it.

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George [Harrison] tells tales of the Beatles - of the hugely dominant Yoko who has reduced J Lennon to a housewife, of George’s liking for Paul and his ‘ego’, and Ringo who’s… ‘You know, very simple’. Other little glimpses into the lives of the rich and famous - like the fact that George admits (with a smile acknowledging the absurdity) that he doesn’t buy clothes any more. Clothes come to him.
—  Michael Palin, The Python Years: Diaries 1969-1979 Volume One
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Reaper76 Week Day 1 - How We Were

They were erased, like obsolete lines in a code.


Something crnched beneath his boots, debris leftover from many other lives. The air was still, the rooms themselves tombs to preserve the dead past. It was often like this when visiting old Watchpoints, the private quarters of the agents tended to be undisturbed. Laboratories, server rooms, armories, anything of ‘official’ import had been picked over long ago. Only the private rooms were left alone, left to preserve little knickknacks and glimpses of the people who lived here.

Gloved hands manually wrenched open the doors as he went, looking into red-tinted museum displays of ‘life’. Someone didn’t make their bed, someone didn’t pick up their trash, someone didn’t take their teddy bear before they left the base for the last time. The forlorn stuffed toy stared at him from it’s place laying against the pillow, it’s owner either dead or driven out with the rest of Overwatch.

The Soldier stepped back, glanced at the name plate next to the door. It wasn’t a name he remembered. Once upon a time, it would have grated at him not to know. Now he knew there was a lot he hadn’t known. The owner of an abandoned teddy just one more thing on the list.

His footsteps resumed, harsh and loud in the stillness. More incomplete pieces of agents in every room. An easel, a set of model cars, an alarmingly large collection of shoes spilling from a closet. A guitar. The last object made him pause, though once again the name on the door was one he didn’t know. A moment later he moved on.

These walks always terminated in a similar place. Beyond the museum exhibit of The Everyday Overwatch Agent, came the wrongness. At the end of the hallway there were two more doors, two more names right across from one another. Every other bedroom was untouched, but these two would never be. These two were always disturbed, picked over, the sacred preservation of the past violated by the people who had killed them.

Morrison to the left, and Reyes to the right.

The left door was pulled open first, fingers finding the deep grooves in the metal left by the previous visitor. He knew what he’d find, or rather what he wouldn’t find. What neither of them would find.

The room before him was perfect, in a clinically clean sort of way. There were no clothes, no decorations, no personal effects. Jack Morrison had been a neat person, but not to this extent. He still had things that marked him as a living person. Even if they were stupid knickknacks that he picked up while traveling, even if it was just a rock that someone had handed him because it was pretty. These things were always neatly and orderly displayed with pride. This room couldn’t have belonged to someone. Less than even a hotel or a hospital that at least tried to pretend, to have some semblance of life. Someone or someones had scrubbed away Overwatch’s commander from this place, just like every other Watchpoint he’d visited before. It didn’t hurt as much as it used to, and it wouldn’t hurt as much as opening the door across the hall.

His gaze landed on a corner of the bed, rumpled as if a weight had been placed there and disturbed the otherwise immaculate space. He’d seen it before and he’d see it again, and he still wasn’t sure how to feel. A shake of his head, the man stepped from the room and let his fingers trail down the door. Gloved fingers couldn’t feel, but he saw how the leather dipped into the marks left by claws. He was stalling, though.

The door seemed to loom with threat but he grit his teeth and dug in, hauling against mechanics that were meant to operate with power and electricity instead of the strain of muscles.

It was still like a slap in the face, no matter how prepared he was. If Jack Morrison had been a neat person with a few things, Gabriel Reyes had been a very precise sort of hurricane with many things. And it hurt to see how that organized chaos had been erased. Gone were the notebooks and clothes that seemed to materialize in every Watchpoint the man had inhabited, regardless of how long he actually stayed there. There were no stacks of data tablets on the floor, no piles of fabrics and clothing hogging the bed. It was as clinically scrubbed, empty, and dead as the room across the hall.

There was a hesitance before one foot stepped in front of the other, carrying him into this sham of a bedroom. Gloves trailed across sheets and he sighed heavily as his bottom met the mattress. Sometimes he sat there for a few minutes, sometimes he lost track of time. Sometimes he didn’t sit at all. His thoughts briefly flicked to the bed in the other room, but then slid away.

The silence was deafening here, the emptiness blinding. This wasn’t a day he could linger.

The door was shut behind him as he left, sealing in the wrong, dead, gone, erased. The red-hued gaze went back to the opposite door again, the dents from his own fingers warped the metal in a way that almost camouflaged the deep scratches of the one who came before.

The Soldier shook his head, walking again down the hall. Every door he passed was like that of the one marked ‘Morrison’, the marks of his visitation melding with the claws of someone else.

There were never any claw marks on one door though.

He was the only one who ever visited ‘Reyes’.

Sunday Recs (SHUSH! It’s maybe still Sunday somewhere lol) 😉

yes yes, I’ve dropped the ball a little, but to be fair last week at work was crazy so most of my weekly reading was done Saturday and Sunday……still, HERE we are now, and it’s CS AU WEEK!! And it’s my first cs au week and I truly do not know what to do with myself (and so much awesome fic lol) I’m slowly making my way through the fics, and the artwork, and videos, and my Gosh, y’all are such a gift to this fandom! thank you! <3

Today’s rec’s however, are brought to you by my never ending list of saved-for-later fics. I find myself drafting and bookmarking so many stories, yet actually getting to them takes me a bit of time.Still, better late than never!

  • Peace, in the struggle -  AreYouSittingComfortably
    This is a 3B-ish divergence/speculation kind of fic. SO incredible. I’m in love with the writing and how vividly I could picture the moment the author presents. Remember David’s words to Emma about enjoying the moments? Yeah, well, this story is Emma’s and Killian’s moment –the one when she stops fighting the fact that he has real actual feelings for her, and it’s just so beautiful!

  • Pirate Glasses -  sheawrites  
    um, excuse me, did any of you ask for the cutest domestic fluff in history? lol THis is a future-ish fic that has Killian in dire need of glasses to keep him cutie from squinting at everything in order to see! I loved it! Emma taking care of him is a weak spot of mine and there’s plenty of that here, so yeah, read and love it! :)

  • can you feel it right now? - @cutieodonoghue
    UGH, so much about this story has me hooked! It’s a WIP multichapter! I tried to resist it, but I just couldn’t! Neighbors AU with a side of single!mom!badass Emma AND A FAKE RELATIONSHIP! So far I’m loving this so much! CS are so in point and still THEM in this universe which I’m forever thankful for to the author!

  • Friday (Saturday), I’m In Love - @high-seas-swan
    I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time I read this! more like grin. like a complete idiot! it’s an au universe,  answer to this prompt: “Okay, buddy. You’ve been serenading the wrong window for about five minutes now, time to let you know my neighbor is out of town.” And Killian SINGS! He sings and I just about died! lol Also The Cure, and it’s winter, and she’s freezing, and he’s freezing, and there’s pinning! pinning that’s SOOOOOO mutual, and things most certainly escalate but it’s not forced or anything! It’s precious!!!! <3

  • Because that’s what our family does - @blowmiakisscolin
    Captain Cobra Swan 5B One-Shot.   My notes for this one: lots of UGHHHHHs and CRYING! lol! MY GOSH! This is a pre-S5B speculation kinda fic. LIAM’s here! They are in the Underworld and he “welcomes” his little brother, but then Emma gets there, and my favorite part, Henry! meeting Liam! declaring they are there to save Killian! ugh SO moving!

  • at my worst, you are my best -  @alexandralyman
    itty bitty little drabble of “what if Killian got the same split-self treatment the EQ/Regina had” Only it takes on the greatest possible turn ever and I just love it. Even Killian’s darkest self loved Emma Swan most and that is backed with canon and I’ll go down fighting if you try to tell me otherwise lol This ficlet is just so sweet and a ‘suck it’ to the haters who think Killian could ever hurt his Swan.

  • untitled little things o/s -  @dani-ellie03
    Another little drabble, packed with ALL of the feels! Family feels, CS feels, HAPPY EMMA feels! My sweet girl deserves to be happy and sit back for at least a minute so bad! this little fic does such a wonderful job painting that kind of scenario! :)

  • Under a Starry Night Sky -  @rumsandleatherjackets
    Such an underrated little gem! LITTLE MOMENTS lil postS5 ficlet! :) I love those! It’s such a beautiful quiet moment between them. I think these two are so allowed to be “selfish” and just take some time to be them and enjoy the fact that they are alive! the two of them! I love the idea of Emma planning a whole evening out for her pirate! it’s just so moving and lovely! i loved loved this little fic!

  • Close Your Eyes, Brother -  @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable
    I CRY! Jones Brothers backstory kind of fic. Think baby Killian, afraid of the dark and bullied by the older brats during the early days after his father’s abandonment. SO angsty, but comes to show Killian and Liam’s relationship and that bond of theirs that is just so so so beautiful!!!

  • Armour  -  @profoundlyfadedprincess
    Quiet post S5 moment. This one is so sweet, it’s them, unwinding kinda from the underworld events. it’s such a sweet little thing! middle of the night conversations, and they are open and vulnerable! so sweet!

  • some aloe for that burn -  @spartanguard
    This is THE cutest thing! Killian of all pirate cuties gets sun burned and it’s probably the cutest fic I never knew I needed in my life! Domestic fluff is what I’m here for and this one takes the cake! i loved loved loved it! :) The writing is spot on! it manages to be funny but also moving and sweet! I LOVE IT!

  • untitled -  @wingedlioness
    Smuffy goodness galore! Please and thank you! You know those posts about folks missing Season 1 Emma? Well, this is again a perfect ‘suck it’ to the haters! Killian Jones would have indeed loooved S1 Emma and this fic shows you just how much! I loved the idea of this, and the actual fic is just so silly and awesome! i loved it!

  • Proud of Your Boy -  @incaptainswanwetrust
    Oh yeah, I did not cry reading this bit about Killian Jones meeting his newborn baby! Allergy season, y’know? lol! no, but in all seriousness, this is just the cutest thing! Bit of angst, touching on Killian’s insecurities about being a father, but then you have him actually having a a “father/son” conversation with his tiny newborn son and I just about died! SO CUTE!

  • Persistence -  @laschatzi
    CAPTAIN CHARMING!!!! Night before CS wedding drinks with Dave! This made me SO happy! so freaking bloody happy! I love these two and my Goodness, them bonding is one of my favorite things! I love how David so very subtly lets Killian know he thinks he is worthy of his daughter’s love! SO MOVING! and then there are bits like  “True Love’s Kiss doesn’t work with memory loss,” in which we have David unknowingly clearing things up for Killian while also reassuring the cutie! it’s so sweet! I love the last lines most! the best! :)

  • To The Pain -  @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable
    What a satisfying read this was! I guess this goes under future-ish GEN fic with a generous dash of angsty CS. In my honest opinion, Rumple became nonredeemable after this season. This fics deals with that, with what he did to Milah and how some deeds should not go unpunished. And Killian, my God, he’s the one to give f’ing Rumple what he deserves, and like I said, it’s just so satisfying to read. The ending is all shades of bittersweet but also fitting and so moving!

  • You Can Wrap Your Arms Around Me -  @amagicalship
    Smutish post 521 o/s. This was one of the first pieces of CS fanfic I read and it is still one of my favs after a re-read this week! This is just such an intimate moment between them! the kind of moment I want SO MUCH to happen in canon! It’s perfect and extremely well written!

  • Locked Up -  @ive-always-been-a-pirate
    A Daddy!Killian One Shot! Oh THE CUTENESS! The little bits with little Liam are extremely precious! It’s such a little one shot but you get an incredible glimpse of what their lives are now, how much Little Liam takes after BOTH his parents! AND THEN the bits with Emma are just the cutest things in the world! and it all comes back to Tallahassee! I loved looved loved the throwbacks!

  • It’s Our Ship -  @rollyjogerjones
    Daddy!Killian One Shot! What can I say, I’m a sucker for him as a Daddy lol! But this time he’s fathering a teenage daughter —-one that is so much like him but also Emma and I swear to God, it doesn’t get any better than that! He’s such a good dad! I loved all those little bits of backstory, and just how Killian dealt with his kid’s fears! it really is just so sweet! instant fav!

  • Roger the Cat & Betty the Asshole Betta Fish -  @itsalostgirlthing
    This one right here made me grin like an idiot the whole entire time! NEIGHBORS AU! AND ROGER! He’s a charmer and i love him! Picture CS co-parenting Killian’s cat —it’s utter perfection! I died! I truly did! this one shot made me SO happy! it’s a winner from the first line to the last one! also the asshole fish! Such a great story! (OH, and Captain Swan! Killian calls Emma CAPTAIN SWAN! I went to heaven at that one, I swear lol!))

  • Fair Fight -  @laschatzi
    NEVERLAND!! Missing scene kind of fic. Words can not describe how much I loved this! Killian polishing Emma’s sword fighting skills! and it’s the way he did it that absolutely destroyed me! He’s so HIM in this fic! this is exactly how I would picture Killian approaching Emma about her abilities  as well as the methods he uses to teach her! this IS so perfect and in character! one of my favs reads this weekend!! :)

  • White Picket Fence” -  @shipping-goggles
    This is a bit of 5B canon divergence. It’s such a sweet thing! the conversation between Emma and Killian is honest and you get to see those little bits of insecurities they are still dealing with, but, you know, they are together, so it’s just nice to see them have an open conversation about their future and just how that future’s gonna look like! also, it points out the resemblance of Emma’s dark!one home (CS HOME!) with a castle, which I have to admit, I never stop to consider, but I can see so see it! great story!! :)

  • Impression Soleil Levant -  @captain-emmajones
    Neighbors AU meets “I’m your kid’s K-teacher, nice to meet you!” It’s THE best! can you just picture Killian as these little kids’ teacher, all perfectly polished, with the crazy PTA moms drooling on him all the while he only has eyes for Emma???? yeah, I can too! I LOVED THIS! The little bit with Killian reading the kids was almost TOO much! SO CUTE!

Next weekend (hopefully SUNDAY! lol) I’ll dive in properly in cs au week fics and rec my favs!! :) I haven’t yet contributed to cs au week, but I’m planning to have something up Day 6 & 7 (hopefully!)

For now, here’s the one story I did post this week(last week shush lol),
                             “Always”
It is my take on a so needed CS quiet moment plus how I think a proposal between those two should go down! ;)


AND, that is it for now lovelies! Hope you all have an awesome week! Also, HAPPY CS AU WEEK! keep on reading all the goodies! it’s sooo much fun! this fandom is so active and talented it makes my heart happy! :) <33

All the Gin Joints

Happy AU Week everyone! I think I got this done in time for Day Two: Butterfly Affect.


Caroline liked bars.

When she’d been turned a century ago, the best a poor unmarried widow could hope to do on her own involved being flat on her back. At seventeen, she’d commanded quite the price, with her blond curls and blue eyes. Then one of her customers had gotten greedy and she’d woken with an appetite that had little to do with sex and everything to do with blood. Freedom tasted like metallic wine on her tongue and as a vampire, she’d thrived.

But she’d never quite lost her pleasure in being near people.

So at night, she worked as a barkeep. She liked to bounce from bar to bar, and over the years, perfected several languages exchanging stories with drunks. Caroline liked the little glimpses into human lives, the reminders that eternity only stretched out endlessly if you let it, and she enjoyed coaxing laughter from those who needed it. If occasionally, she ended up eating a sleazebag or two, well everyone had their vices.

She rarely stayed at one bar for more than a few months, and only stayed in a city until her feet knew them. Then she walked away as easily as she arrived, thirsty for the secrets the world had to tell her. She knew dozens of languages proficiently, spoke a few smattering he of a dozen more. As the years ticked on, there were faces here and there that she knew, even the occasional friend she’d send post cards too.

But those were rarer, as the years carried on. In all her three centuries, Caroline had never really found herself looking for a familiar face in the crowd. But as she deftly poured a drink, eyes scanning the milling patrons in their modern clothes and childish enthusiasm, she found herself wondering if maybe it was time to start putting down roots.

“When Marcel mentioned a bit of blonde trouble, I wasn’t expecting you,” a familiar, clipped voice cut into her into her musings. “Hello, Caroline.”

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Barren Concrete.

City heaths exist in the abandoned parking lots of No Frills grocery stores. When store hours have long past closing time, and the neatly cut rows of white squares are all devoid of cars. As the last of the store clerks finish their nightly closing routines, and the interior lamps, that shine their hazy glow through dirty windows onto the concrete pavement, get turned off one by one, the space is plunged into a soft darkness. 

Who knows what happens then on the outskirts of these places? Hooded drug dealers exchanging goods with their clients. 9 inch heels of night life entertainers glinting quickly past against the backdrop of shadows, rapid fire words sounding into a flip phone. Drunks stumbling like lone puppets around the block, crashing into their over priced bachelor pads.

City shadows of witches coming out to play, lighting a single cigarette in the night air, kindling their modern day Bale Fires against the spring chill, scuffed boots tapping against the concrete floors for rhythmn.

Eko Eko Azarak,

                          Eko Eko Zomilak, 

                                                Eko Eko Cernunnos, 

                                                                               Eko 

                                                                                       Eko 

                                                                                               Aradia.

To the average on looker, it seemed strange. The thin figure of some twenty year old dancing under the parking lot lamps, hands waving, body gyrating in an almost frantic, frenzy of rhythm. If they listened closer, they may find their spines chill a little as they hear what she is muttering under her breathe. 

The witch dancing in the centre of the parking lot calls to devils and angels, drumming up the sleeping spirits underneath the grey pavement, thumping her feet, weaving herself in and out of circles only she can see seared onto the floor beneath her by her imagination.

Those who know how to see, and pay attention to the little supernatural touches on their mundane, achingly boring lives, may notice glimpses of shadowy wisps weaving in and out of bursts of refracted light. They may think they had one too many drinks at the bar that night. They may wonder if the person they see before them is really dancing in circles and singing in what vaguely sounds like Latin. Or if it is simply their over imaginative minds playing tricks on them after they took that extra puff on their friends blunt in the back alley of the club they were at.

Either way, seeing or not seeing, the few people who stumble onto the parking lot hurry on by, shuffling a good 10 feet away from the maniacal figure whose hair is wildly whipping against a non existent wind. 

The witch, in contrast, knows what she is doing, who she is talking with, who she is conjuring. Whereas others may see glimpses, she sees the full picture of what she is unfolding beneath her finger tips, since it began unfolding in her head first anyways.

Darksome night and shining moon, east then west, south then north, hearken                                           to the witches rune, here, come I call thee forth. 

Another flick of the lighter, a second cigarette lit as she puffs smoke and screeches and whispers her spell to a crescendo. Waves of power come crashing over the concrete floors beneath her, bring with it hazy shivers in the still night air. Tingles against the corner of her eyes. 

It’s done.

She puts on her jacket again. Flips her hair over her shoulder. Re-adjusts the black purse swung over her back. 

She walks away, continues puffing on her menthol cigarette with a secretive smile, stout heels clicking against the man-made earth beneath her, walking back into the illusionary mundanity of sloping city streets. 

The night air quivers lightly, before turning back to the hazy shadows of a supermarket parking lot once more. None the wiser to the couple walking by on their way home minutes after.

All is still.

All is changed. 

Top Five things I want fixed about the Sisters of Battle

1. Inclusion of women of color and queer women.

I shouldn’t have to explain why this is my number one thing I want to see changed, but the fact that there is only one official piece of artwork(thus far that I’ve found) that features a woman of color is at best worrying. Also the fact that there has been no mention of any sort of queer women in the 40k universe outside of the Ciaphas Cain novels is also weird as all hell. Even then the depiction there uncannily reminds me of that whole don’t ask, don’t tell idea, that as long as no one notices a queer relationship than it doesn’t matter or count. So yeah, better representation of the wide variety of women that exist is the number one thing I want to see changed about the Sisters of Battle.

2. Show the Sisters of Battle as three dimensional and intelligent

Again this should not be super controversial, but apparently it is. I get that for a lot of nerd culture religion is often seen as inherently anti-intellectual, but the depiction of the Sisters of Battle is just hair-pullingly frustrating. The big example of this for me is again the Ciaphas Cain Novels, where they are depicted as zealous to the point of stupidity, with one notable exception. Contrast that with the Sisters of Battle in their own novel series, it’s rather jarring to say the least. I kinda wish there was a good explanation given rather than what currently feels like a sweaty nerd in a fedora going, “women, amiright?”. I mentioned the Age of Apostasy several times in these sorts of posts and I’ve already mentioned the fix I would implement, but as it is currently, the story just doesn’t make sense. 

If it were me, what I’d do instead is have the Sisters of Battle be Foucault-ian in their depiction. For the uninitiated, Michel Foucault was one of the big postmodern thinkers and his understanding/critique of the enlightenment was that a lot of the society reshaping ideas weren’t created from the notion of humans as rational agents, but rather the application of prison strategies to the broader population. This could be a brilliant way of talking both about our current problems with the surveillance state, while also making the Sisters of Battle suitably grimdark for those who thrive on that sort of thing. This could also work beautifully with point number one as it would create a scenario that is different from our m2 existence, in that there would be women of all sorts in all kinds of roles, while at the same time being very understandable in that everything is observed, detailed, and recorded.

3. Show the Sisters of Battle dealing with misunderstandings and the broader culture of the Imperium

Okay this is less about the Sisters of Battle then it is about the 40k universe as a whole. There’s not a lot of stuff unrelated to fighting that we the viewer/reader know about the 40k universe. Especially for me as someone who studies political science, that’s kinda a glaring oversight. I know kind of the formal structure of the imperium and what little glimpses we get of the non-military lives of the 40k universe it seems like on terra and at the imperial level there is no gender discrimination and men and women are regarded as equals(setting aside the fact that it’s the high lords of terra but whatever), though at the planetary level planets can be either patriarchal, matriarchal, or somewhere in the middle.  

4. Have the Sisters of Battle resolve things through peaceful means

Seriously they have the Orders Dialogus and the Orders Famulous. I know there are some people who feel that stories about negotiation can’t be as exciting as those about fighting, but I disagree and I think the “audiodrama” (it’s the length of a short story text wise but it’s still 90 minutes of talking) Red and Black kinda bolsters my point. The story is at it’s most engaging when the characters are grappling with the complicated legal, moral, and social issues. It becomes kinda tedious when it’s just about the shooting.

5. Stop Using the Sisters of Battle as a powered armour speed bump.

This problem has been raked over the coals so many times I’m starting to worry that I’m boring people. Bloodtide in the 5th edition Grey Knights codex was heresy at best. I have to admit, the retcon on display in the 6th edition codex of the Sisters of Battle was one of the fast 180 degree turns I’ve seen a writer pull, and I study American Politics. Sanctuary 101 didn’t add a whole lot to either faction(Necrons or the Sisters of Battle), in particular since Hammer and Anvil filled in the blanks and now all we know from that is that the Sisters of Battle can be overwhelmed through sheer numbers, like say every other faction.

Now to be fair, I’ve heard that GW is working on plastic/resin Sisters of Battle, which could mean new models and a greater degree of backstory. I have my doubts, in part because a supposed revival of the Sisters of Battle has been just around the corner for a while now, but I try to stay positive. 

harry is really cute when he tweets about movies like titanic or love actually or about music he likes because it’s like getting a little glimpse into his living room and of what he’s doing or what he’s listening to and that’s really fun

Oh my god but if the whole Jody Mills’ House for Wayward Girls spin-off isn’t already a fantastic enough idea IMAGINE THIS:

Dean/Cas in the final episode. It’s all good and big and dramatic, but then the show ends so we really don’t get to see anything of them as a couple of whatever. Which makes sense, Supernatural isn’t really meant to be about romance, or at least not functional romance.

But then!!! We get the spin-off focusing on Jody and Donna and the girls there! With Claire as a major character or even the protagonist! And because of that, every now and then they’d have to bring up her dad(s), right?? Not as major characters, just like guest stars a couple of times a season or something! And we’d get to see Dean and Cas taking care of her and occasionally Sam as well and get little glimpses into their lives together and because they’re not the focus they could just be cute and domestic and we’d hear about little squabbles or everyday things and ohhh my goddddddd I need this in my life.

awkwarderthanu  asked:

Any good books/movies/TV shows/ anything else that do a good job of explaining asexuality?

Asexuality is JUST BARELY breaking into the scene of published and produced media, a few things having come out very recently and most of the material still in the form of online resources. I personally am very excited to see this happening and am in the middle of catching up with it all. Here’s a list of what I know of:

Understanding Asexuality by Anthony Bogaert (2012) - This was the first book I found on the subject, and I found it a very interesting read. This book is asexuality told from a scientific point of view, as people begin to study what was previously a mostly dismissed orientation. It’s really just a kicking-off point, but it refers to many intriguing studies and gives me hope that more time will be spent on the subject in the future.

(A)sexual (2011) - A documentary (directed by Angela Tucker and featuring David Jay along with several other members of the asexual community) that, again, provides an introductory view of the asexuality, but with a focus on the community and personal experiences. It’s under 1.5 hours and available on Netflix instant and Amazon instant video. It was neat to see a little glimpse of how different people had integrated their asexuality with their lives and relationships. The movie also featured perspectives from non-asexual people which could at times be upsetting or insulting, just to warn you, but of course, a rounded view of the rising asexual movement is bound to have some negativity, and there were also some very heartwarming stories.

The Invisible Orientation by Julie Sondra Decker (2014) - This book, unlike Understanding Asexuality, was written by an asexual person, providing more of an insider view and a less formal atmosphere. It’s not about studying the orientation, but about describing the experience and the variation within the community. I’m actually only partway through this book (ironically, I had to slow my reading speed way down when I got busy with this blog!), but what I’ve read so far I’ve really enjoyed. Future sections of the book promise to address myths and questions about asexuality. *Note: both this and Understanding Asexuality can be purchased online, though if you need to find it physically, you may have to put in some effort. Personally, I wasn’t able to find either available for purchase locally, and had to visit a large and slightly more esoteric bookstore in another city. Searching for them in a library system may yield results, but be sure to widen the search to the county/system in general, not just your branch.

*Another note: Both book listed above have resource lists in the back, connecting you to further articles, blogs, ect on the subject of asexuality!

The above are things that I’ve personally read/watched (at least partly, in the last case). Listed below are things I have not yet been able to check out, but they’re on my list. As such, I have no personal recommendation for them, just what I’ve heard.

Sirens on USA network (2014 - ___) - This is the only tv show that I know of to have an actual, specifically labeled asexual character (who is not, say, a robot or an alien, and who is not merely an assumed/unspoken/headcanon ace character such as Sheldon from Big Bang Theory or Sherlock Holmes in various adaptations), and I’ve only just heard about it in vague terms. Apparently it’s a show focused around a few Chicago EMTs, and one of the side characters is asexual. From what I’ve heard, people aren’t sure whether they’re happy with the way this character is being represented, but since, like I said, this is the only character where they’re even TRYING, I plan to give it a shot, and we’ll see. At the very least, it’s nice to see some effort being made at representation. This show has been renewed for a second season and at least some of the episodes are available on the USA site.

The Heart of Aces by various authors (2012) - A collection of fictional short stories exploring asexual relationships, written by asexual authors! I heard about this just recently and I plan to pick up a copy ASAP. A couple of the reviews for the book complained that some of the stories were too corny, to which I say, YES PLEASE. I WANT silly, corny stories that simultaneously represent my orientation and support my experiences. Everyone else gets them, so why not us? Bring it on.

Asexuality: A Brief Introduction by Asexuality Archive (2012) - Another introductory book advertised as general information for anyone looking to find out more, written from an asexual perspective. Reviews say this books is helpful, clear, and easy to read.

Additionally, this rec post on tumblr lists six fiction books with asexual representation, though I can’t speak to how that might appear in the books. One of the books on the list is Heart of Aces (from above). I have read none of them, but they could be worth checking out!