Hi Sam, why does Nick Spencer still have a job? I may be naive, but I just don't get it...
Because most of the guys he works with are Just Like Him, I suspect. I mean, I don’t work at Marvel so I can’t say, but comics and especially the two big houses are very much an Old Boys Network.
Nick Spencer isn’t producing his reeking shit in a vacuum – he hands it to other people who approve it, package it, and come up with ways to market it to you as if it’s not a rancid pile of garbage. So while he’s the face of Comic Book Assholes right now, you have to remember that there are a bunch of guys standing behind him, telling each other they definitely aren’t white supremacists, that their entire readership is just super sensitive, and diversity is certainly what’s killing their sales, not the fact that they’re appalling sacks of shit masquerading as human beings.
I mean, TLDR institutionalized white supremacy, I’m afraid. :/
No one asked my opinion but if you’re getting hate for a ship because it’s supporting abusive relationships, pedophilia, portraying a minority (or anyone) negatively, the answer is not “look at these people kissing/making out it’s cute, you’re stupid if you don’t like it!!” and you’re a sack of shit if you think it works.
It's been seven years how can you still believe that your lies about Harry are true? He has never been in a relationship with Louis, everyone and their dog has denied it. Why are you sad moronic losers still clinging to your fictional delusional world? Support the real Harry or fuck the hell off. No one appreciates your disgusting lies. Harry using gender neutral pronouns now and whenever has NOTHING to do with Louis you sad little shit sacks
“Trust me – I’m not trying to fix you. I can’t fix someone when I’m a broken mess.” He insisted and took a seat by her. “I’m just saying we can both be broken, we’ve both lost the people we loved most.”
Meredith let her head fall to his shoulder. “When did we get so broken? We had the world by the balls now we’re two sad sacks in my bathroom floor.” She felt like the world had kicked her square in the chest. A world without Derek, with Lexie. They’d lost so much, too much.
Aaaaand we’re back! ~:D Hope you enjoyed episode 301 of The 100. You’ll notice that some changes have taken place in the few months between last season’s finale and this season’s premiere. Among other things, Clarke speaks Trigedasleng now! That’s something I was very excited about. :) You’ll also notice that there was a lot of Trigedasleng. That was something I was also very excited about. :) Not all episodes have a lot like this, but you can expect it in the early going. Below is the dialogue I translated for 301 in order (not all of it may have appeared in the episode, but that’ll happen). Enjoy!
Who are you?
Chon yu bilaik?
Skaikru. Looking for our people.
Skaikru. Ste lufa osir kru au.
Looking for Wanheda.
Ste lufa Wanheda au.
We observe the commander’s truce.
Osir gouba ogonzaun kom Heda in.
Weron Wanheda kamp raun?
Let him go!
Breik em au!
I said where’s Wanheda?!
Ai biyo laik weron Wanheda kamp raun?
We don’t know who that is! Please. We can help each other.
Osir nou get in chon daunde bilaik! Beja. Oso na sis choda au, nami?
You think this is funny?
Yo vout in dison ste leyos?
Thanks… The usual supplies.
Mochof… Jos otaim prepon.
This is worth more. Pick out something else while you wait. (pointing to the blood) Looks like she caught you there. I’ll throw in some bandages.
Dison fleim au moubeda. Sad noda som op kos yu ste set raun. (pointing to the blood) Gada bilaik em don sis yu op de. Ai na huk yu op kom bida rapon, you.
You always come right after my father leaves. Good timing.
Otaim yu kom op jos pas taim ai nontu gonot. Os manaplei.
I’m in a hurry.
Ai ste hos raun, you.
Right. As always. (puts the stuff down; then re: the sack) The meat from your last kill. Salted and dried. Minus our share.
Ait. Kom otaim. (puts the stuff down; then re: the sack) Steiks-de kom yu las fragon. Ge fleiva op en ge son op. Thau osir kodon.
Chit daun bilaik?
A drink. For while you wait.
Souda. Kos yu na ste set raun.
I’ll be quick with the rest.
Ai na hos op hashta ostof.
I know what you’re thinking.
Ai get in chit yu ste fig raun.
Yeah, but you don’t care.
Sha, ba’m eintheing gon yu.
So what did you decide? (off Clarke’s confusion) I told you. I owe you more than this. Pick something.
Den chit yu don sad in? (off Clarke’s confusion) Ai don tel yu op. Ai ouyon yu klin kom mou kom dison. Sad som op.
Tell me about this.
Tel ai op hashta dison.
You have something to trade?
Yu gada som in na kof op?
I asked you a question.
Ai don as yu prom op.
Have you seen this woman?
Yu don sin disha plan in?
That’s not a very good likeness.
Dei feisnes nou ste krei os.
Then you have seen her?
Den yu sou don sin em in?
Maybe. This is a trading post. What’s it worth to you?
Mebi. Dison laik kofgeda, you. Hanch en’s fleim yu au?
ONE OF THE OTHERS
How about your lives?
Hashta oyo sonraun?
Good trade. She was here two days ago. That’s how I got this.
Os kofon. Em don kamp raun hir tu sintaim kom gon. Daun bilaik ha ai don hon dison in.
She traded for fur and a blade. Said she was going north, following Eden’s path.
Em don kof raun gon biskova en swison. Biyo laik em na hos of gon nout, ste mafta trei kom Idon op.
ONE OF THE OTHERS
Ice Nation. We have to hurry.
Azgeda. Osir souda hos op.
Thank you. You’ve been more helpful than you can imagine.
Mochof. Yu don’s mou sisfou kom yu na vout in.
How long have you known?
Hanch taim yu don get em klin?
How long you been coming in here?
Hanch taim yu don’s komba raun hir?
How’s our girl doing, Helios?
Ha ste oso gada, Helios?
At least you still speak the language.
Lis yu ste mema sleng-de in.
You can wear their jacket, but you’ll never be one of them.
Yu na pudon emo oukou op, ba yu nou na bilaik won kom emo nouwe.
Listen to me. Trikru is in here. (pounding his chest) Not out there.
Sen ai op. Trikru kamp raun hir. (pounding his chest) Nou ouder.
Stop! We’re with the Commander!
Hod op! Osir ste kom Heda!
Looking forward to next week! I’ll be live tweeting during the West Coast broadcast every week, unless something important comes up, or I forget, or fall asleep. Will try not to do any of those things, though. Ste yuj!
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#5 - “I’ll walk you home.”
Sighing from a long day at work, Sasuke locks the door behind him as he makes his way into streets. Though it was after eleven, the streets are still buzzing with people, their voices and laughter filling the air.
Autumn is upon them and the warm breeze of Summer has transitioned into a cool, refreshing breeze. Shoving his hands into his pocket to protect them from the cool air, his left hand brushes against his phone. Pulling it out of his pocket, he presses the home button to illuminate the screen and his lips form a ghost of a frown when he finds that he has no texts.
He finds this odd since his girlfriend would always texts him when she gets home which would have been three hours ago. Unlocking his phone, he opens his messages and texts her: “Did you get home safely?”
Slipping his phone back into his pocket he continues down the street, dodging the incoming traffic of people who refuse to move even in the slightest way for him.
After safely crossing the first intersection he pulls out his phone and finds that she hasn’t replied. Unlocking his phone, he opens his messages to text her again, but debates against it opening the phone app and calls her instead.