one word: wow

Yo this is not an informational post. This is an emotional rant based on things Ive heard and not confirmed. Just a psa

So I love stranger things two and the more I think about it the more I love Billy Hargrove and want to see his character broken down and put through some interesting development in future. Trouble is, this simple desire is apparently highly controversial on the tungl dot come because of the demand for  ideological purity and teenagers with no dissociation between fiction and reality being given an anonymous internet megaphone to broadcast their frustration with the world. I’m no stranger to such anti fandom discourse, I tend to like dark characters and ship dark ships (where dark = problematic) so Im used to the whole “ew gross these people are horrible bigoted nazi pedo[hile abusive dog shit lumps because arbitrary fiction opinion” thing though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me at all. I’m a pretty sensitive person so yea sometimes it hurts but whatever that’s my problem rationally I know that none of this matters. love isn’t real. death is certain. embrace the void.

 So anyway Billy. Oh Billy. My dear sweet sweet self destructive asshole trainwreck of a baby boy. Important to note is that I did not love him immediately. At first  I hated him. He seemed really obnoxious and pointless. Then the last episode happened. We’ll talk more about that later.

I started to get into the Billy and harringrove fandom subset a bit and let myself hope for character development. Then I heard that apparently the creators of the show have confirmed that they’re not going anywhere with Billy’s character because he’s just the new villain. um….ok….what

(i haven’t actually been able to find the source for this but hey im a pessimist so lets just assume it’s true while staying open to it being false. wow what a concept. mental flexibility.)

And I know there are a lot of fans who would like this as well, for Billy to just be the one dimensional villain and hopefully be brutally killed off as soon as possible.

And I gotta tell you guys…that is just terrible writing.

Like I said I hated him at first. He was mean and obnoxious and had a stupid mullet and did nothing of value and why was he even here? Apart from obviously being meant to contrast with Steve to prove how much better he is now which…cmon…did we really need that? Do we not have eyeballs? It felt stupid and condescending and I was truly annoyed everytime he came on screen. Gradually I became intrigued by just how fixated on Steve billy seemed to be. That was weird. Didn’t know what to make of it. Then episode 9 happened.

so hey any writers out there, if you want me to all out hate and not care about a character who you only meant to be a one dimensional villain, here’s what you dont do; you dont contextualize his behavior in a relatable and sympathetic way. Revealing his father’s abuse made soooo many things about Billy suddenly make sense. It even painted some in a new light as I looked back and realized just how self destructive most of his actions are. A lot of people also began reading him as gay, which Im not so sure of since tv loooves to queerbait, but I do agree it’s a perfectly logical interpretation of what we’ve seen. The whole scene was a giant “ooooooohhhhh” moment. With that little piece of context as to Billy’s perspective on his family (that he fears his father, that he is responsible for Max under threat of violence and thus resents her, etc) his character suddenly became…an actual character. An interesting character, that I want to see more of.

I cant for the life of me think why they decided to add this scene if they intended Billy to be a flat villain that we’re not supposed to care about. It utterly baffles me. Why? Why would you do that? This show is full of amazing, complex characters whose entire appeal is that they feel real and have flaws. So why would you add another one, but tell us that he’s not supposed to be complex or real and we’re just supposed to hate him and accept him as the dull bully villain?

I hope to god that these things Ive heard aren’t true because if they are I have a sinking feeling that the writing in this show is about to take a nosedive.

Partner and I have been rewatching The Two Towers for the first time in a long time.

anyway, one thing that has always been weird for me is Eomer giving Hasufel and Arod to random strangers, just like that.  Just giving them away, two horses, to a trio of foreign travelers he just met and had suspected of being spies.

like.  what?  This is Rohan.  Horses are the thing you value above all else, I don’t care if their riders are dead, even if their riders don’t have actual heirs somewhere to whom ownership would pass (or Rohirric inheritance law works differently and ownership has somehow defaulted to their éored’s commander, IDK), you’re still a calvary force planning to see a lot more battle in the near future, chances are high you’re going to end up with horseless riders who’ll need them.

this time I actually processed the fact, though, that Eomer believes they’ve inadvertantly killed two innocents, prisoners of the orcs, the beloved companions of these travelers.

The horses aren’t a gift.  They’re weregild.


— And I thought I was the team’s sharpshooter,but I guess no one else thinks that. Maybe I don’t have a thing.They wouldn’t keep me on the team if I didn’t contribute in some way, would they? Maybe I’m just a fifth wheel… seventh if you count Coran and Allura.That’s a horrible wheel to be.

you tell me i am too much (always a lot to handle) and i laugh like breaking waves, like shattering glass, like crumbling cities. i am only too much for you because you cannot stand freedom: when i ride with car windows down, when i laugh too loud in the middle of a quiet room, when i am overdressed and i don’t give a damn how people look at me (it is mostly envy anyways). you are an iron bar and i am the ivy around it: bending, growing, overtaking you. you want to make me stone but i am too light to keep a hold of and trying to strangle conformity into me is killing you. you just can’t stand the wind in your hair.

- i am too much because you are too little // abby, day 329 // prompt for anon

  • James: *is missing from class*
  • Sirius: *gasps dramatically* oh deer!
  • Peter: *jumps up from under a table* something is prong!
  • Remus: *flailing* the fourth maraudeer! he's gone!

in response to the MANY responses to ‘what DnD race/class would I be’ this was the combo that I found the most interesting! also kind of amused so many of you voted for bard when I only ever learned to play drums and the piano which are… not… very portable smh also I was really bad at both

in DnD birdland you don’t need glasses but maybe you get cool aviator goggles


Happy Birthday WIFE!!!!!!! <33333


[flynn rider’s off screen voice] “this is the story of how I died”



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We bought our love off a clearance rack at 3am in an abandoned Macy’s,
I had never seen someone so broken,
and I thought it was beautiful that you held on to a fire that others had let go.

I guess it was my fault for only choosing to only see the flashy parts of you,
but its yours for pretending you had nothing else to live for.

as we stood in the empty parking lot the clock reached 4am and I told you it was passed my curfew,
you held my hand in yours and told me time was an illusion,

my mother screamed for hours when I walked through the door with your blood stains at 6am,
but it was worth it to keep the thrill alive.

Now its 7am and I can’t get the feeling of you off my skin,
so I held a yard sell with our love in the free box,
but there have been no takers

—  Progress report 3/? //kayla