You were scrubbing down the tables at Patsy as the dinner rush had finally ended and just as you’d got to your last table you felt someone slowly rub against your back "Oh sorry.” You heard Lip say softly causing you to roll your eyes. He always did little things like this to get your attention by you knew better than to fall into his little games. “Phillip, I will file you for sexual harassment.” You said laughing leaning against the table watching him clean the floor “Why? Don’t act like you don’t like my attention.” He said standing in front of you leaning on the mops handle winking at you “Yeah keep telling yourself that Gallagher.” You said walking away from him and into the back where Sierra was standing with her arms crossed and leg shaking, her relationship with Lip was no secret but you never were one for work gossip. “Can I help you Sierra?” You asked looking at her stance.
“Yeah. What the hell is with your flirting with Lip? He’s off limits.” She snapped at you, if only she knew you didn’t give a shit about anything she had to say “Look, Sierra, if he’s your man control him. I have no interest in him, so relax. Because you’re barking up the wrong tree, don’t forget your son still needs a mother who is in one piece.” You said bumping past her, you were now livid. You come to work to do just that, work not to be caught in a dysfunctional love triangle, you sighed changing out of your uniform just as you were ready to leave you heard Sierra and Lip auguring causing you to roll your eyes and sigh in defeat because if Sierra wasn’t ready to go none of us were “Fuck me man.” You said softly to yourself walking out to try and go home “Do you want her Lip?” You heard Sierra say “What the hell is your problem? We aren’t together, never were. You told me that shit yourself, so why the hell are you acting like this.” You heard Lip say as you sat at the bar stool out of view from them.
“Look if you want to fuck that little whore don’t think you’re coming back to fuck me.” You heard her say and now you were beyond livid just as you were about to defend yourself Lip beat you to it “Watch your fucking mouth. (Y/N) is the kindest person I know, she’s selfless, beautiful and intelligent. She’s is the farthest thing from being a whore, I bet she’s slept with 2 people compared to the 20 you’ve had in your bed. Now let us out so we can go home and I don’t have to hear your shit.” He said slamming his fist on the table “Whatever.” Sierra said unlocking the door watching Lip walk out, you slowly followed not making a sound as Sierra turned her back. You chased after Lip to thank him.
“Yo Phillip Ronan Gallagher! Wait up!” You yelled trying to get his attention, which you succeeded doing yelling out his full name “What’s up.” He said lighting a cigarette in his mouth which you took out as you kissed his cheek. “I wanted to say thank you for defending me back there, it was sweet of you. But don’t think you’re getting anything from me.” You said smiling as you placed the cigarette between his lips carefully.
“You wouldn’t be the girl I knew if you did. Let me walk you home and show you how much of a gentleman I can be.” He said wrapping his jacket around you causing you to laugh “Okay there, let’s not get ahead of yourself Phillip.” You said popping the “P”. “Only you can get away with calling me my first and full name.” He said wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
“Oh I’m so special.” You said leaning your head on his chest as you walked together “You sure are.” He said softly as you both continued to walk in silence.
You walked into the club not knowing what to expect, and then you saw him. Dancing around on the pole in nothing but speedo looking underwear, your jaw nearly hit the floor watching him until his little routine was over. You then moved over to the bar area to order a drink, without getting ID'ed as you’d expected considering Ian was working here. Underaged. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” You heard the bartender ask sliding your drink towards you “You see the guys with the red hair. He’s what I’m doing here.” You said scoffing as your watched some random guy put money down his underwear “Well I hate to break it to you, but he’s gay and a fine girl like yourself can find a fine man.” He said slyly “Oh like who? You? Give me a break. I know he’s gay, that’s not why I’m here.” You said snapping at the bartender who grabbed your wrist while you tried to walk away “Don’t be so cruel baby.” He said kissing your hand as your tried to break free of his grasp.
“Yo. Fuck off, I know damn well she didn’t ask for your attention.” Ian said grabbing your arm pulling you towards him breaking the bartenders hold. “Well I know she doesn’t need your gay asses attention.” He said sneering “Well this girl just so happens to be the only girl I’d turn straight for, so as I said before Fuck off or you won’t like the consequences.” Ian said lowly and you exactly what was happening to him. “Ian come on screw him, let’s go.” You said pushing his chest softly to move away from the bartender, you successfully got Ian to walk away and as you were walking he placed his hand on your ass and flipped off the bartender causing you to laugh. “I would have to say Gallagher gay or not you are a jealous little fire.” You said laughing as you exited the club “Only for my best friend.” He said smiling which caused you to punch his chest “What the hell?” He asked looking at you with wide eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing dancing ! We talked about this shit! You lied to me!” You yelled throwing a sweater and sweats at him from your bag. You watched him get changed and give you his sad eyes “Yeah. No. Not working, you are in the dog house.” You said wrapping your hand around his waist as if nothing happened “I love you (Y/N).” He sang causing you to roll your eyes “Yeah, yeah Gallagher. I love you too bitch.” You said causing you both to laugh as you walked home.
Carl Francis Gallagher:
Prom Night. The night of your teen years that you will never forget, the cliche where that night will be the night you will tells the greatest, craziest stories about your adventures. The dress, hair, makeup, and your date but the only problem you had during your prom experience was getting a date last minute. You planned on going with your best friend Carl but last minute he dropped his promise and told you he was going with his ex Dominique, hearing him say that stung a bit in your heart because you felt like no matter who it was you would always come second place in his heart but as a best friend you smiled and told him that he would be most likely to be prom king. “(Y/N), I got your back hon.” you felt a hand on your back, smiling over at your cousin Caleb who agreed to go to prom after Carl said no. “We’re here.. Ready for this?” he said looking over at the school gymnasium that was now flooding with lights.
You nod getting out of the car trying to stay focused on enjoying your “special” night but the only way the night could be something you’d never forget is if Carl had actually came with you and not cheating ass Dominique. You and Caleb walked into the gymnasium and looked around, music, kids grinding on each other, sweat, and bad decisions filled the room and you slowly began to even regret showing up at all but then you saw him. He was standing across from you with his arm around Dominique laughing at something she had said, you smiled looking at the happiness in his eyes and you didn’t want to bother him tonight because he obviously had his reasons for being Dominique and not you. “May I have this dance?” Caleb said holding out his hand laughing as you gladly accepted it “I would be insulted if you didn’t ask.” you said as a slow dance began to play and you started to dance at an acceptable space for relatives only as you began to dance you noticed a pair of eyes watching you, his eyes, they were cold and hurt and before you could mouthed anything to him he had walked out in a fit “Let him go. I’ll go and talk to him okay, cuz.” Caleb said kissing your forehead.
“Yo Gallagher! What’s your problem? It’s prom you should be enjoying yourself not sulking out here.” Caleb said walking slowly towards Carl who was leaning against a locker “And who the hell do you think you are? How do you know (Y/N)? I know you’re not her boyfriend.” Carl spat out looking over at Caleb you laughed “If I was it would still be none of your business, seeing as you dropped her last minute to be with your cheatin ass ex, so don’t bother pry into (Y/N) business. Cause if you gave a shit about her you wouldn’t have thrown her to the side.” Caleb said now towering over Carl, full of rage. “Caleb! Carl! What the hell!” you yelled running over to the boys pushing them away from each other “Caleb you said you were going to talk to him, not fight him.” you said looking over at Caleb “Yo, you sent this jackass to talk to me. Fuck do you think I am? Your bitch?” Carl said scoffing behind you causing you to slap him across his face. “Caleb get the car started I’ll be right there.” you said your eyes full on Carl,waiting for Caleb to walk down the hallway.
“Carl Francis Fucking Gallagher. Watch who you spent to with your ‘White Boy Carl’ attitude because you know very well that I hate when you do that shit. You want to ditch me for your cheating ass ex that’s cool. You want to fight my COUSIN that’s cool. But you WILL NOT disrespect me in any way, just because I love you doesn’t mean I’ll allow you to disrespect me. Maybe you and Dom really do deserve each other. So you know what Gallagher? Fuck off. Consider this friendship over.” you said stomping off to the car nearly reaching the front door when you felt the cold locker against your open back “You will not walk away from me. (Y/N).. I’ve had so many people taken from me.. but you… you can’t walk away from me.” Carl said softly laying his head in the crook of your neck “You just can’t be with anyone else.. You can only be with me.. (Y/N) you’re mine, you know it, i know it, the school knows it.. I can’t lose you.” he said kissing your cheek softly.
“Then calm the hell down Gal-” you were cut off with Carl’s lips covering your own with a soft kiss “Call me baby, just once before you leave.” he said softly in your ear “It’s time for me to go home baby..” you said quietly looking into his eyes “I have a better idea.. Pizza and movies at my house?” he asked loosing his tie “That sounds lovely.” you said holding his hand as you guys made your way to Caleb’s car “You think kids nowadays would get together easier.” Caleb said as you both sat in the backseat of his car fixing his rearview mirrors “No hard feelings Gallagher? (Y/N) said you were a stubborn kid.” Caleb said with his eyes on the road as Carl began to kiss you neck quietly “Nah, we’re cool.” he said winking at you as you smiled. He wrapped you in his arms pulling you closer to him “It’s a good night so far, but pizza is going to make it SO much better.” he said smiling widely “And taking this crap off.” you said gesturing to your dress “I can help you with that.” Carl whispered in your ear.
“Yeah, in your fucking dreams.” you said laying your head on his shoulders smiling, as the remaining ride was silent, it was a night you truly wouldn’t forget after all.
I know that a bunch of people have written posts like this, but here’s my iteration, which comes from a place of: 1. Love, 2. being the exact target audience, and 3. watching too many TV shows that don’t give me what I want. The Bold Type, as it turns out, is all about going after what you want. It is about rejecting the societal standard that tells women to become meek in the workplace and, instead, use that standard as a bar over which you can raise yourself and become even better. The Bold Type is along the same vein as the short-lived MTV show Sweet/Vicious— feminism for women, to entertain women, to show women in lights that we are interested in seeing. I think that the success of this show could cause a boom of similar shows— sleek, modern, female-centric. Watching The Bold Type isn’t just about The Bold Type. It’s about supporting the content that we want to see.
There are three main characters— Jane, Kat, and Sutton. All are best friends. All are in different places in their careers. All are successful in their own right. And all work at the fabled Scarlet Magazine, a magazine written by women for women to be their saucy older sister, guiding them through life. Instead of 50 Ways To Please Your Man, it’s 50 Ways To Please Yourself. Instead of Lipsmackers That Will Stay On While You’re Lipsmacking it’s Lipsmackers That Will Stay On While You Take On The World. Their boss, Jacqueline (we’ll get to her later; she’s my favorite character) refers to this as “self-feminism.” Other people are important, absolutely, but make sure you’re taking care of yourself and your needs too when it comes to work, relationships, and sex. Scarlet Magazine is about real women who are motivated, who are struggling, who are successful, who are scared, who are human. It’s a publication that I, personally, would love to read.
Jane works for the writing department. She is a young writer who is thirsty to prove herself, but is also conscious of the fact that she’s low on the totem pole. The pilot begins on her first day as a writer, when you find out that Jane is a smart, capable, confident young woman who was raised on Scarlet Magazine. This is her dream job. She’s organized, thoughtful, and resilient. Although she tends to complain about her assignments, she always comes through and makes them her own.
Kat works in social media— in fact, she’s the head of her department. She tends to see the world through the lens of her camera even when she isn’t working. Kat, by nature of her position, is always on-call. She sees what is beautiful about the world and what is beautiful about people. She also knows, with great clarity, what is important to her, and always fights for these issues— perhaps a little relentlessly. Kat excels at her job, but she doesn’t excel at relationships. She likes “casual,” preferring to have flings. When she meets Adena, a beautiful Muslim lesbian, her idea of relationships and her sexual identity goes out the window. I am looking forward to seeing Kat and Adena’s relationship evolve just as any ol’ heterosexual relationship on television would— full of ups and downs, but also full of love, sex, and moments that just make you hold your breath. Luckily, these two ladies already serving a full course meal.
Sutton is the final female in our group of girls. Undoubtedly the lowest of the three girls on the corporate ladder, Sutton’s reason for that is simple: she didn’t have the socioeconomic privilege that Kat and Jane had been lucky to have, and got off to a more disadvantaged start. Sutton had fought her way to her position tooth-and-nail. And, better yet, she’s damn good at her job. Sutton is the most tenacious character on the show. She’s spent years fighting for herself, and she isn’t about to stop now. The romantic plot-line revolving around Sutton involves her dating a superior in the company, which is normally a story arc that might make me cringe, but Sutton is 25 and Richard is probably in his late-20s, early-30s. There’s lots of respect between the two of them, and their relationship isn’t a conflict of interest because Richard works for the legal department for the company that owns Scarlet. This relationship is adorable, sexy, and Sutton absolutely holds the power in it, meaning that we, as audience members, can root for these two.
The Bold Type shows female friendships exactly the way I know them to be. They love and support each other. They overshare. They talk over each other. They play and tease. They make cultural references in a speedy fashion that temporarily makes you think you’re watching Gilmore Girls. They get selfish. They apologize for being selfish. They fight and make up. They change the direction of their conversations constantly, flashing from topic to topic like strobe lights, showcasing how incredible women are at multi-tasking. It’s the dream female friendship that all of us are desperate for on TV, and no romantic sub-plot is going to tear that down. It’s like Friends without the guys, and as much as I love Chandler, with a show like The Bold Type, I think we can live without him.
Perhaps the best character on The Bold Type is the girls’ boss, Jacqueline. She is the head of Scarlet Magazine; the leader who knows what she wants and knows how to get it. As fearless as she is, she is not to be feared. Jacqueline may be respected, admired, and adhered to by her staff, but if you’re looking for Miranda Priestly, you won’t find her here. Jacqueline cares about facilitating the careers of her employees. She rules her disciples with a firm but fair hand, often giving them more than they deserve. Life is hard, especially for women in the corporate world, and Jacqueline understands that. Her character’s scenes are always an absolute treat— the ones I look forward to the most when I sit down on the couch to watch The Bold Type with a glass of red wine and a feeling of safety on the side. Because I, as a viewer, have learned in just a few episodes (five, to be exact) that these writers are ones that I can trust. They’re speaking using my voice, the voice of my friends, the voice of my peers, the voice of my generation.
Turning your television on to The Bold Type means hearing women discussing issues that are relevant to you. It means being inspired by their tenacity and individual power. It means enjoying an episode full of sumptuous fashion, invigorating music, and a bustling city life. The Bold Type is a show that you can turn on and see yourself reflected in your TV screen— whether it’s your sexual identity, your racial identity, or the personality traits that make you who you are. It’s not that The Bold Type never utilizes tropes, cliches, or predictability. It’s that they do it differently, they do it better, they do it while conscious of what it is and what their show is.
The Bold Type doesn’t necessarily preach that you a required to live your life boldly. The lesson to learn here is much simpler than that: live. Simply go out and live your life, get what you want, make yourself happy. Stay safe, stay kind, stay supportive, stay healthy, stay loving each other. Perhaps Jacqueline describes this mentality best in her speech in the pilot episode of the show. She says, “I expect you to have adventures. I expect you to fall in love. To get your hearts broken. I expect you to have sex with the wrong people; have sex with the right people. To make mistakes and make amends, take a leap and make a splash. And I expect you to unleash holy hell on anybody who tries to hold you back.”
So you heard her. Let’s go unleash holy hell, ladies.
Of all the reasons that people give for why Yellow Diamond was the one that shattered Pink Diamond, possibly the most absurd one has to be that she did it to increase her own power and control over Homeworld and so she could increase the number of planets she personally had.
Because, seriously, has Yellow Diamond ever been shown to crave power at all? To want more gems and planets under her control? If that were true she would have taken Earth as her own. But she doesn’t. She wants to destroy the Earth; to put the pain it represents behind her.
And her actions towards Blue Diamond also show that she has no desire to increase her own personal power at the expense of others. Blue had been neglecting her duties because she was so busy mourning Pink Diamond. And Yellow could have easily taken over the planets and gems had. Even if she still kept them technically under Blue’s domain, with them continuing to wear Blue’s colors and all, she could have easily taken control. After all, the Diamonds are all seen as perfect, infallible leaders. If you’re a Blue Diamond gem, and Yellow Diamond appears and says, “Do this”, are you going to disobey her because she’s the wrong Diamond? Of course not.
Instead, Yellow goes to Blue to convince her that she has to go back to being a leader, to being what Homeworld expects of her. There is no attempt to take over Blue Diamond’s power and authority. Rather, there is an attempt to have Blue Diamond take her own power and authority back.
Honestly, that whole idea seems to based on there must be a bad guy mentality, and that “bad guy” must do typical bad guy things. And what’s a more typical bad guy thing than killing for power? It’s positively cliche. But Steven Universe (the show) has never done cliche bad guys doing cliche bad guy things, and I can’t see it starting now.
Mas é que, às vezes, eu sou insegura demais, e se você não me da uma certeza aqui e ali, meu medo só aumenta, meus neurônios não descansam, minha paranoia não cessa. Eu preciso ouvir de vez em quando que sou a única, o quanto sou especial pra você, você tem medo de me perder? Eu sei que soa confuso mas eu sou assim afinal, só que independente de tudo isso, eu só quero uma coisa, quero ser teu porto seguro e quero que você se mantenha sendo o meu.
On a Saturday in 1985, Karen and Ted Wheeler leave Hawkins for the city; Ted has a conference, and it’s been ages since they’ve been out together, so they decide to spend the night at a fancy hotel, killing two birds with one stone.
Nancy doesn’t want to think about what they’ll do in that hotel. Neither, agrees, does Mike. And so for the first hour they spend their time building a gigantic fort in the living room to distract themselves. But it’s too big for just the three of them.
“I’ll call the rest,” Mike announces. He runs off, leaving his sisters alone to add finishing touches.
An hour or so later, the house is full of kids, but they’re over so often Nancy isn’t remotely fazed.
Will and El are the last to arrive, with Jonathan in tow. Nancy opens the door, heart pounding in her ears. The two boys are dressed in contrast shirts and jeans, while Eleven wears a striped shirt and a pair of overalls. Will breezes past her, as per usual, dragging El along. Jonathan lingers.
“Stay,” Nancy says, more forceful than she means to be. Her voice softens. “You should stay. Please. I… I’ve got a houseful of kids, and dinner to make—”
Jonathan steps forward, hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face. “You’re telling me that you, Nancy the monster slayer, can’t handle a bunch of thirteen year-olds?”
Nancy leans against the doorframe, smirking. “I can handle one monster,” she says. “Six of them? Not so much.”
Jonathan nods, still smiling. The air between them seems to buzz. “Come on.” She grabs his hand and pulls him inside, past the loud kids playing D&D in the fort; past the laughter and the lingering looks.
The kitchen smells of cookies her mother baked before she left. Nancy begins to rifle through the cupboards.
“So…” Jonathan circles the island. “What’re we making?”
“Pizza,” Nancy announces, pulling out tomato sauce. She holds it out, and Jonathan’s eyes brim with disbelief.
That’s how, fifteen minutes later, they end up covered in speckles of flour and laughing until they cry. Nancy has a stripe of sauce under her eye, and they’ve spilled the cheese everywhere.
It’s a mess. An absolute mess, and her mom is totally going to kill her, but Jesus Christ in this light Jonathan Byers is beautiful and she can’t help but stare.
“Jon,” she whispers, laughter dying on her lips. “Thanks.”
“For what?” He chuckles, still not getting it — not understanding that she can’t even breathe. “Totally trashing your dinner?”
“It’s your dinner too,” she replies automatically.
That’s when he looks. Something in her tone must have conveyed it. His eyes are wide, and their faces are inches apart. “Nancy,” he whispers, voice sort of heavy, sort of light, like the night the demogorgon came. When she held his hand in her own and decided that she loved him.
She kisses him. She makes the move, because he never would. Of course he wouldn’t. Her arms slip around his waist, and his (floury and calloused and warm) tangle through her hair. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire, and her knees are weak.
At the sound of Dustin’s voice, they spring apart.
“Oh my god,” Will is standing just behind him, eyes wide.
Jonathan’s face is on fire, and suddenly Nancy is laughing more than she has in a while.
“Let’s order pizza,” she says, after she’s caught her breath. Under the counter, her hand is still in Jonathan’s; laced together, and throbbing.