okay like. i get that people are upset about tonight’s episode switching up the iconic psycho murder scene but lemme tell y’all why it makes sense
this whole show, every time a man has threatened a woman norman loved, the man ends up dying. norman’s father, i think some guy who was threatening bradley at some point (i can’t remember that far back tbh i’d need to rewatch the series but y’all know what i mean), the man who was raping norma in the very first episode, caleb (tho not by norman’s hand, but relatively the same)
sam loomis was playing both his wife and his girlfriend. in the original marion knows that sam’s still married, but he’s in the process of getting a divorce from his wife and he’s not living with her. cheating is a dick move but he was open with marion about his living situation in psycho. he was not at all here
norman likes madeline (though perhaps for the wrong reasons, i.e. that she looks just like his mother and he’s fucking dressing her up like her, but anyway). he also has a genuinely good heart, i believe, and he could see marion was a good person and in distress and that sam was being cruel to both women by using them like that. so again this is another example of someone norman cares for being threatened, and so what does he do? he kills sam. and since he finally accepted that he had created mother himself, and that she was the other half of him, of course he’d be the one to kill sam. after all sam’s not threatening norman’s sexuality
also on a purely aesthetic level the shot-for-shot murder scene was fucking amazing and needed to happen and if it wasn’t gonna happen w/ marion it had to happen w/ someone and that someone was sam. afuckingmen
Where did Master Yoda go wrong with Anakin Skywalker? He treated him the way one would treat a complex dangerous obstacle, when in fact, the boy was a complete mess who desperately needed
Summary: Could you do a Daveed x Reader where they are both really close friends and she is an excellent singer and performer, but they haven’t seen each other for years. Then he goes to see one of her gigs in New York one night and is amazed by her
You rubbed your clammy palms against your dress as you paced around the dingy dressing room. Even though you’d been performing since before you could remember, you were nervous as hell. The familiar feeling of anxiousness and excitement that boiled in your stomach before every show never went away. Despite loving what you did and knowing you were good at it, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would bomb this show.
Over the past couple months, you’d managed to get a regular gig at Steph’s Bar. You performed every Thursday at 11:30 on the dot. It wasn’t ideal, but you would take what you got.
Steph’s wasn’t exactly the nicest place either. The bathrooms always smelled of sex and the stage was just a small platform a few feet off the ground that was just big enough for a piano and a mic stand. Despite its shortcomings, you’d grown fond of the place. There was also an amazing jazz pianist named Michael who you played with regularly. You wondered why he chose to work at a place like Steph’s, considering how talented he was, but you’d never asked.
“Hey, you ready?” Michael’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Um, I think so?” you said, though it came out as more of a question than a statement.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you.” He looked you in the eyes as you sighed and nodded your head.
“I don’t know why you’re worried! You always kill it. Have some confidence!” You rolled your eyes.
Easier said than done, you thought to yourself.
“C’mon,” he began as he put an arm around your shoulders and steered you out of the dressing room and towards the stage. “We’ve got a show to play.”
As you walked onto the stage, you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with the patrons. After you took a deep breath to collect yourself, you looked up, eyes scanning the crowd. They landed upon a familiar face, but you couldn’t quite see them because they were standing in the back. You shrugged it off, making a mental note to figure it out later, and you began.
“Hello,” you said into the mic, a nervous smile on your face. “I’m (Y/N) and I’m here to sing a few songs for you tonight.” You paused and looked around, most people paying attention, but some looking disinterested. You didn’t let it get to you too much and you continued.
“The first song is called Georgia On My Mind.” There was a small smattering of applause as you looked at Michael. He nodded and started playing.
Your voice slid over the low notes with ease, sounding smooth and calming. Everyone slowly started paying attention, ditching whatever they were previously doing in favor of watching you perform. You looked over at Michael, who was slightly swaying as he played, completely absorbed in the music. You felt a sense of serenity as you closed your eyes and smiled.
“I said Georgia, Georgia,” you sang, your voice echoing throughout the bar. “A song of you.” There was a man in the crowd who was mouthing the lyrics along with you, which widened your smile.
After you finished the song, you stepped back from the mic. Applause erupted from the crowd, and you could tell that this was going to be a great show.
You sang five more songs before bowed and made your way off stage, Michael staying at the piano to play before the next singer took the stage. A few people congratulated you on a job well done as you walked through the crowd to get to the dressing room. Before you could get there, another person intercepted you.
“Hey there, (Y/N).” You looked up, having expected a stranger who didn’t know your name. Instead, Daveed was standing in front of you, a bright smile on his face. You were floored.
Daveed was your best friend in college, but he was two years ahead of you, so after he graduated, the two of you slowly stopped talking. You hadn’t seen him in over three years, so you were incredibly surprised.
“What are you doing here?” you asked excitedly, grabbing onto his waist to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and you smiled into his chest. You pulled away and looked at him. He was a lot more buff than he was a few years ago, and he had grown his hair out, but there wasn’t much change.
“I came to see your show. I’d heard about it from a friend and decided to come check it out.” He was still smiling at you.
“We should go out for a bite and catch up,” you suggested, already getting ahead of yourself.
His smile changed into a frown, which worried you.
“Or we could do it another time, if you want,” you suggested, hoping you didn’t make things awkward. There were a few moments of silence before he replied.
“No, tonight’s fine. I’d love to.” You smiled, glad he had said yes.
“Cool! I’m gonna go get my bag before we go.” You left him with an excited smile.
You opened the door to the dressing room and grabbed your purse off of the old leather couch. You looked into the mirror, making sure you hadn’t sweated off all of your makeup - you hadn’t. After taking a deep breath, you left the room and met back up with Daveed.
“Ready to go?” he asked. You nodded.
“So,” you began. “What did you think of the show?” You ate a fry as you waited for his response.
“It was really good,” he said through a mouthful of a cheeseburger. You cringed slightly.
“Did your mother never teach you manners, Diggs?” He looked fake offended.
“She did, as a matter of fact. I just happened to not listen.” You chuckled at his dumb joke, a smile spreading across your face.
“What do you do now?” you asked. You remembered Daveed joining a rap group in college, and performing in some productions as well, but you didn’t know what he was currently doing.
“I’m in a musical. I do some music on the side, but that’s my main thing right now.” You were surprised.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You seem shocked.”
“No, it’s just… I wouldn’t have thought that you would continue with theater, that’s all. But that’s really cool. What show is it?”
“It’s called Hamilton.” You nodded, motioning for him to continue. You’d heard of the show before -vaguely- maybe from a friend or something, but you didn’t know much about it. “We moved to broadway a couple months ago, it’s a pretty cool gig.”
“That’s awesome,” you said, genuinely happy for him.
“Thanks,” he smiled.
The rest of the night went really well. The two of you laughed and swapped stories of what had happened in the three years that you hadn’t seen each other. It was fun, and you realized how much you had missed him.
“We should do this again,” Daveed suggested as you two stood outside of your apartment building, Daveed having offered to walk you home.
“Definitely,” you said with a smile. You turned to go into the building, but before you entered, you spun back around and gave Daveed a kiss on the cheek. He looked surprised but also happy.
“Goodnight,” you said, opening the door to your building.
“Goodnight,” you heard softly right before the door closed. You smiled to yourself as you rode the elevator up to your floor, feeling kinda sleepy and totally giddy. Twenty minutes later, you fell asleep, thinking of Daveed.
this took me forever to write whoops! hope you guys liked it 😊💕
I think about Sherlock s4 every time I become nervous about how Black Sails will end. Because I know for a fact that it can’t be worse than an umbrella turning out to be a sword turning out to be a gun turning out to be a non-functioning gun, a secret sister with mind control powers, John’s suddenly non-existing feet and a dog turning out to have been a child all along aka The Final Problem.
If the end of Sherlock brought something good with it, it’s this new coping mechanism of mine every time a show/book/movie series is about to end:
“Well, at least it can’t be worse than the last episode of Sherlock.”
YESS👏🏼👏🏽👏🏾👏🏿SLAYYYYY I'm actually about half Asian myself, my mom being Chinese. I'm not Japanese but I am offended by how they whitewashed death note.🙃 there have been other live action versions and the actors were Asian! But no! Let's get white people! They play every character in every show!!!! I'm just happy to see someone agrees with me !!!:)
I’m happy to say that opinions on whitewashed Death Note aren’t evenly split. Way more than half of the people who saw Turner reacted negatively. It’s safe to say that garbage is gonna flop. It should be a basic rule for a country as culturally diverse as the USA to respect ethnicity.
Death Note is not devoid of white people, but Light Yagami is: Japanese and perfect in every aspect (handsome, intelligent, not Kira from any angle). They casted a mediocre white boy who looks like an angry extra from Teen Wolf.
tfw there’s no detailed map of the world you wanna write fic for, but it’s really important that you get the distances/locations of places right, so you have to watch the show again for the third freaking time so that you can make the map yourself out of every time they show a map in the show, pinpointing individual places
Hmm... maybe some kuroken and kiyoyachi? I also LOVE rare (underappreciated) pairs and side characters, so maybe kyouhaba, matsuhana, semi, aone, shirabu... I honestly love every character in this show.
God my expectations for Harry have always been high but now the sky is the limit. I want that Rollingstone cover article now and Harry on Graham Norton and Harry on every late night US show and basically just ALL HARRY ALL THE TIME