Listen, I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but if I was hiding a lost special, and I had planted a billboard-sized clue in one of my episodes with the words “on March 8th the secret will be unleashed,” I would almost certainly release a teaser on BBC One featuring a glitching Moriarty saying “You didn’t think that was the whole story, did you?” and if not that I would definitely put a surprise minisode on YouTube with the announcement for the upcoming lost special at the end… either one would get lots of buzz and people reassessing their impressions of series 4 and going back to do what all of us have been doing all along, looking for clues and playing the game they’ve laid out for us within the show itself… get everybody intrigued and excited again for this history-making insane wish fulfillment etc etc… who knows about Mofftiss I’m just saying that’s what I’D do…
Black and Latinx teens, on average, are more vulnerable to the type of abuse that provokes a teen to run away from home because they are more likely to live in high-risk environments. But prevailing narratives that these missing children are just runaways leads to less sympathy and media coverage for them when they are reported as missing.
Take the case of Relisha Rudd, an eight year old who went missing in D.C. in 2014. Her case was almost exclusively covered by The Washington Post, and a handful of local and black news outlets. Cable news did not loop the disappearance of Rudd like they did for the highly publicized cases of Natalee Holloway, Elizabeth Smart or Caylee Anthony.
Little mainstream media coverage is contingent upon the belief that black and brown girls are less valuable, says Hillary Potter, a professor of ethnic studies at the University of Colorado Boulder. And she adds the lack of coverage has another dangerous effect: It can perpetuate the idea that black and brown girls aren’t victimized.
THE BEST THING HAPPENED TO ME HAPPENED TODAY AND I’M STILL SCREAMING-
So I was in algebra and it was the end of class, so I asked my teacher how his weekend was. He said it was great and asked me how was mine, to which I responded with, “I binge-watched my favorite show. I watched like two seasons.”
I got really nervous because I’m worried about people knowing I watch it and kept darting around it. Eventually I just thought ‘Screw it’ and just said-
“Ah it was a Lego show…”
AND GUYS LEMME TELL YOU HIS EYES WIDENED AND HE FROZE UP AS HE ASKED ME, “Is it NINJAGO?”
AND MY HEART WANTED TO DIE HE KNEW HE WATCHES IT- I SAID YEAH AND HE SAID “NINJAGO’S AWESOME!!! I watch it with my kid all the time- He loves it!!!”
HE THEN STARTED TO NAME OFF THE CHARACTERS AND THIS OTHER STUFF ABOUT THE SHOW AND SAYS HE WANTS TO SHOW HIS KID NEXO KNIGHTS SINCE ITS ANOTHER LEGO SHOW AND HE THINKS HE’LL ENJOY IT AND I AGREED RIGHT AWAY THAT’S A GOOD ONE TOO-
AHHH I WANTED TO CRY MY TEACHERS KNOWS NINJAGO AND WATCHES IT- IM GONNA BUY THAT MAN A ZANE KEYCHAIN HE DESERVES IT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.
BEST DAY EVER- My algebra teacher’s like 5'4, possibly nearing his late 30s, bald, very loud, talks really fast, and honestly is a bit scary since he can roast literally anyone he talks to but knowing that he watches it with his son makes me really happy.
Hello, everyone! We’re already halfway the program and this blog is only two months but since I just hit 2k today I wanted to say thank you for liking my shitty gifs, sending requests, asks and just being overall friendly!
Now I’m going to name some of my favorite blogs that are pd101 related and made this season more fun, follow them if you want more pd101 in your dash!
Anan translation - Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.
Totoko’s voice actress’s comments about what the brothers might be like to go out with and her tips on how to win them from the recent Anan special magazine.
Endo Aya’s strategies
for going after the sextuplets.
Totoko-chan, the super cute only girl in the group. She’s
very popular with the sextuplets, and we’re as jealous as could be. Together
with Endo Aya who performed her, we’re going to examine their manly charms in a
somewhat serious way!
She’s Totoko-chan so she understands?! The sextuplets “manly
The beloved heroine Totoko, whom the sextuplets never stop
admiring. Since she is approached by them constantly on a daily basis, she’s
bound to know about their attitudes towards love, and (we’re not sure whether
or not they actually have any) their manly charms. Therefore, we threw Endo
Aya, who played Totoko the closest observer of the sextuplets for half a year,
the silly question, “What are they like as men?”
(Endo) To start with, whatever they may say, I think that
they are kind boys. No matter how selfish Totoko gets, they face her head on
and take the blow. This time, I tried thinking about each of them carefully,
but even though they are jobless virgin NEETs who sponge off their family, there
are moments when I suddenly felt like they were “good men” and I got flustered,
lol. Despite telling myself that “If I went out with them they’d definitely be
a burden,” I had a hard time keeping my cool. (Lol)
So she has analysed each of their manly charms, from
Osomatsu to Todomatsu, and has proposed her strategies for going after them.
Requested by anon: Sherlock x reader. Readers ex boyfriend used to shout at her before he
used to beat her. Sherlock never shouts when she’s around as he knows it scars
her. One day Sherlock and Mycroft are having an argument Sherlock is staying
calm but Mycroft starts shouting. Causing reader to drop a heavy glass dish
before running out the door and into the rain & anon: Sherlock x reader. The reader was in an abusive in the past. Now happy with
Sherlock but doesn’t like shouting. Mycroft comes in asking Sherlock to come to
dinner with mummy. Mycroft and Sherlock start arguing. Sherlock is staying calm
but Mycroft is shouting causing reader to shake in fear.
A/N: Another abusive-ex related fic… I’ll say it again, if any of you is in a similar situation please, please, please, get help. Leave, break that sh*t up, do whatever it takes to go back to a normal life (unless it risks your life, then look for alternatives like calling the cops). I’ve experienced violence first-handedly and I can tell you that there is ALWAYS a way. Don’t let yourself down. You are worthy enough to get a real relationship without violence, abuse, humilliation, etc. YOU ARE WORTH IT.
Road trips weren’t Sherlock’s favourite kinds of journeys, especially
when the destiny was his parents’ house. Yet, he remained calm, finding all
sorts of excuse to encourage the on-going conversation between him and (Y/N) to
continue until their arrival.
It had been Mycroft’s idea to spend the Christmas Break at their parent’s
house. Obviously, Sherlock was a bit reluctant about it, but (Y/N) convinced
him to spend time with his family. He agreed as long as she went there with him
– which was perfectly accepted by the rest of the Holmes – and so there were.
They arrived a tad bit late, when the moon had just risen over the green
hills that framed the petite picture of the small British house Mr. and Mrs.
Holmes lived at. In spite of the time, they were received by the cheerful
couple and Mycroft, who was just as serious as usual.
After a long dinner, they went to bed. As far as they could tell, that
that Christmas would be pacific between the two brothers. Sherlock hadn’t been
shot then, and Mycroft was free from his work, so Mrs. Holmes and (Y/N) hoped
that they weren’t stressed enough to start an argument over nothing.
The first two days were fine. Mycroft and Sherlock would bombard each
other with snazzy comments, but that was it. Mrs. Holmes was more than happy to
have her two boys at home without arguing.
“I think he is behaving because of you.” She confessed once to (Y/N),
while they baked together.
“Oh shut up, you’re supposedly not even listening anymore,” Alya said. “This is possibly the most fascinating thing you’ve ever told me. I’m still half convinced you’re lying to me.”
“Listen, when we were in école together, Chloe and Marinette were inseparable.”
“Wait a minute,” Adrien perked up suddenly. “Chloe, that best girlfriend in the whole wide world you were always telling me about when we were kids….that was Marinette!?”
Marinette dug through her book bag, pulled out a pen, and held it out to Kim who was standing by her desk. “Here. Take it. Stab me with it. Do it.”
“We are not talking about that Adrien!!” Chloe screamed, standing up from her chair. “That was a part of my dark past how dare you bring it up!”
“Oh man, they did everything together,” Nino laughed. “Did arts and crafts projects together, went to the park together, got friendship bracelets together, it was super adorable.”
“We were like eight!” Marinette wailed. “Oh my God, that was forever ago!”
“Just makes it even more adorable,” Nino shrugged. “But yeah they announced to the whole class one day that if they didn’t have any boyfriends by the time they graduated lycée, that they were going to date each other and then get married. I humbly accepted the responsibility of marrying them myself, Juleka was going to be in charge of makeup, Max was in charge of fundraising, and Nathanael was going to design the invitations.”
“I have preliminary sketches if you want them,” Nathanael said from the back of the classroom. “I was thinking a pink and yellow theme. Possibly a spring wedding.”
“Oh my God, can I be Marinette’s maid of honor?” Alya gasped.
“There’s no wedding!” Marinette shrieked.
“I was going to be Chloe’s best man, so that works,” Adrien grinned. “Or wait. Does she get a maid of honor instead of a best man? How does that work again?”
“How about this?” Nino decided. “Alya is Marinette’s maid of honor. I’m Marinette’s best man. You’re Chloe’s best man. And Sabrina’s Chloe’s maid of honor. That way we’re all even.”
“Oh perfect!” Sabrina smiled, clapping her hands together. “I already started drafting a speech. I was hoping someone could take a look at it for me and tell me what they think.”
“Done!” Chloe announced, getting up from her seat. “Five thousand percent done! I’m burying myself in shame in the park! Don’t look for me!”
Hogwarts. The school in which we send our children to when the time comes for them to learn magic, the school we went to ourselves when we were just children. It was a safe haven all throughout the war against You-Know-Who, but is it still safe?
How can it be, when there is a student missing?
“We didn’t notice at first,” a sixth year Gryffindor said when asked about his missing roommate, “He keeps different hours then us - comes in real late and heads out early. He likes to walk around the grounds, see?”
In fact, it was a sixth year Hufflepuff that first noticed the Gryffindor was missing.
“I didn’t really worry at first,” the female Hufflepuff, a friend of the missing student, said, “Sometimes he’ll skip meals and even classes to go help Hagrid with whatever needs doing, Hagrid’s never complained and he always keeps up with his work so the teachers never stopped him. The thing is, he never misses Care of Magical Creature - it’s his favorite class and the only one we share so we make a point to go since it’s hard to spend time together otherwise - but that day he did. And I just knew something was wrong.”
The student went straight to Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress and Gryffindor House Head, who in turn went to the Headmaster when a quick search failed to locate the missing Gryffindor.
Headmaster Dumbledore canceled several classes so that more teachers could help do a more thorough search that brought them to the Forbidden Forest.
Sources say that Professors McGonagall and Flitwick accompanied Mister Hagrid into the forest to search for the student but there’s yet to be any news on whether he - or his body - has been found.
Our sources also say that Headmaster Dumbledore did not partake in the search due to informing the student’s family- whom have all declined to comment but are understandably distressed about the situation - of the situation.
Is this a simple tale of a student whom wandered too far into the Forbidden Forest? Or is this a more complex story of some nefarious plot targeting this poor sixth year Regardless, the question on all of our minds is this:
they find themselves together as they tread towards the edge of the crowd. more like run away, more like scramble, more like–well, escape. it’s a party for a distant classmate. drinking is involved with loud music blaring in the background.
I have a klk question, and I apologize if you've answered it before, but, do you find any significance in Ryuko taking a big bite out of an unpeeled lemon in her introduction? Like, was it just meant to make her seem hard? Or like, does it have some subtext I don't understand? Is she ever seen eating lemon/drinking lemonade as a background thing? I've always wondered about this. Thanks.
I gotta be honest with you: I’m atrocious at talking about symbolism. There’s a reason that my hundreds of essays hardly ever mention it.
So… I haven’t especially covered this before, but I can provide some Thoughts.
First and foremost, the lemon scene has been largely understood as a homage to FLCL, a coming-of-age anime worked on by Gainax—the studio that Hiroyuki Imaishi and Masahiko Otsuka left to found Studio Trigger, which is the team behind Kill la Kill.
In the first episode of FLCL, Naota, the protagonist, refuses to drink the rest of the sour, “Lemon Squash” pop that his friend Mamimi didn’t finish. He claims that he “[doesn’t] like sour drinks” and proceeds to toss the can aside.
However, at the end of the episode, Mamimi offers Naota the sour pop again, and his reaction changes. While he repeats his sentiment—“I told you, I don’t like sour stuff”—Naota doesn’t toss the can aside this time, instead guzzling the drink down.
So, when Ryuko, the protagonist of Kill la Kill, begins the first episode of her show not just forcing herself to consume something sour, but does so purposefully, without flinching… there’s probably something there. Kill la Kill’s director Imaishi did work extensively on FLCL, after all.
But what exactly is meant to be conveyed in either series is entirely dependent on how the “sour” symbol is understood.
On the one hand, the “sourness” could be a symbol of “first love.” For Naota to accept the drink in FLCL would be to accept an “indirect kiss” from Mamimi, who had been drinking from the can previously. The “first love” idea seems supported in Kill la Kill, with Ryuko noting, after Mataro steals her lemon (at least in the original Japanese script), “You’re that eager to learn what first love tastes like?”
Mataro: Bitch, don’t try to be all witty! I’ve had my first kiss!
And with the idea of “first love” comes the idea of childishness. Though it may have some… Unfortunate Implications, in both FLCL and Kill la Kill, it could be said that getting into a first romantic relationship is a sign of growing up. The fact that Naota initially refuses to taste “first love” represents his initial refusal to come of age—and the fact that Mataro in Kill la Kill insists that he has had his first kiss (or “get[s] way more action than [Ryuko]!” in the dub) represents his desire to seem “grown-up” and experienced.
Ryuko’s utterly blase eating of the lemon would then also imply that she has had romantic relationship(s) in the past and is not afraid of them.
However, with all of this, the “sourness” could simply be a larger metaphor: a metaphor of adulthood, maturity, that kind of stuff. Naota deciding to take in the sourness at the end of the first opening episode signifies that his show is going to feature his coming of age—something he initially didn’t want anything to do with, but that the story is going to push him to experience regardless. Ryuko immediately biting into a lemon could then signify that she’s already come of age, but—and more likely, considering Kill la Kill’s ending—it could also signify that she’s not afraid of the hardships, challenges, and “sourness” that comes with coming of age.
In this way, I also see the “sourness” as a bit of a metaphor for moving forward rather than running away. The lemon pop in FLCL is first featured when Naota struggles to tell Mamimi that his brother is seeing someone else—a hard, difficult, “adult” situation that’s not fun and not comfortable. Naota throws the can away, perhaps representative of how he wants to run away from this problem. At the end of the episode, though, Naota has revealed the truth to Mamimi, and he then drinks the pop, signifying that there’s no more running away: he’s growing up, whether he likes it or not.
But disregarding the FLCL tribute, a character introduction that features the character biting into a raw, unpeeled lemon is powerful on its own. It tells audiences right away that this character is badass—whether her lemon-eating is because she’s not afraid of growing up or hardship or “first love” or because of any other reason, you shouldn’t mess with this chick.
“Do you really think so little of me? Am I that shallow that you think that I would leave you because you’re “weird”?“ Betty whispered, her eyes filled with unshed tears as her lower lip quivered.
Jughead opened his mouth to explain, but was quickly cut off by The beautiful blondes sharp intake of breath.
"Fine. This is what you want? You want me to stand here and cry? Stand here and agree? do what you want? Go crawling back to Archie like some battered puppy? Okay. Fine. That’s what I’ll do, because I always do what everyone wants, always do what everyone expects. Betty Cooper, she’s too perfect for me.” Betty spat out, her hands fisting as she dug her fingernails into her palms. “I thought you were different, I thought you saw the real me, not just some perfect cheerleader, not some stupid girl next door. But you’re just like the rest of them, you see what you want to see.” With that she turned on her heel and headed for the door.
Right before she was about to enter the backyard she spun around and with shaky words, she whipped at the tears on her face
“For the record? I threw this party for you because I care about you, I wanted to see you happy. I’m not trying to be anything. I’m just trying to be Betty Cooper.”
Watching the only person in this world who seemed to give a damn about him, sprint away from him left a strong ache in his chest. growling wildly Jughead threw his fist into the metal siding of the garage. What was wrong with him? Why did he push away everyone? Why was he always shutting down happiness?
Jughead ran from the garage, he had to get out of here. He needed to think, needed to write. Of course things didn’t go as planned when Cheryl Blossom was involved, locking them in and lining up his three friends. Betty looked so small as Chuck stood before her, smirking at her, His eyes so vile, Jughead wanted to strangle him.
He listened intently to all of the things Betty had done. Surely not her. She was too good, too perfect. Right? Suddenly chuck turned his eyes on Jughead. The minute that disgusting smile met Jugheads eyes, he was punching him in the face, putting all of his pent up aggression into his swing. Before he knew it he was flying into the table. A broken bottle cutting into his face.
The chaos was quickly cut short when his own father had the boy in question by the shirt and was shoving him out the door, declaring the party over and sending everyone on their way.
He wanted to go, run away. Get the fuck out of this town. His father stopped him quickly, told him to grow up, be a man, comfort his woman. He hadn’t even thought about how Betty would be feeling, she had just been attacked, harassed and embarrassed and he was here thinking of running away? Maybe he was more like his father than he thought.
He caught his girlfriend about halfway down the road, her head down and her steps quick.
“Betty!” He shouted after her. Racing to catch up. She whipped around spotting him coming towards her, her pace quickened
“Leave me alone Jughead, I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry for throwing you a party! I’m sorry for ruining your birthday, but leave me alone!” She barked out, practically sprinting into the glass doors of Pops.
He followed closely behind her, slipping beside her in the booth.
“I’m sorry Betty, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, I was pissed. I hate this day. I took it out on you, that was selfish. I’m a prick okay? You’re too good for me. You’re…” he trailed off
She laughed bitterly, smiling sadly as Pops dropped off a vanilla milkshake, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m perfect right? So perfect. You don’t get it Jughead. You may think you’re weird but I’m.. there’s something seriously wrong with me. I have darkness in me.. so much of it. It gets so overwhelming sometimes I can’t even breathe, I can’t do anything just…” she slowly lifted her palms up to him, looking down trying to avoid the judgmental stare she was certain he would be giving her. She felt him clutch her hands in his and bring his lips to her knuckles.
They were both damaged, both scarred and bruised, but they accepted each other. It was going to be a long road, a journey. But together? Maybe they could make it through.