whenever Annabeth tags along to watch Percy skate she always makes sure to bring a gatorade cause he always forgets to grab something to drink before leaving the house
Percy changes his outfit a minimum of three times before every date him and Annabeth go on because even after all this time he just wants to impress her
Annabeth saves up for months to be able to buy Percy tickets to a Knicks game for his birthday
Percy remembers Annabeth talking about this fancy calculator she had her eye on and while out with Sally one day he spots it and happens to have enough saved up to buy it for her
Annabeth sits through a four hour make up lesson from the Aphrodite cabin because she finds herself delving into her femininity– her heart flutters when Percy notices the simple eye liner and blush she wears on their next night out
whenever they go to the movies, Percy sneaks in a box of hot tamales for Annabeth to enjoy
Annabeth organizes what she calls play dates for Percy and Grover, coordinating their schedules in the hyper efficient way that only she can, when she thinks they’ve gone too long since hanging out
Percy always asks how her dad and brothers are doing. It’s the only slightly subtle way he knows how to push her to talk to them because even though she’ll never admit it, he knows she misses them.
Annabeth looks up tutorials and walk throughs on Percy’s favorite video games so that she can give him a real run for his money but mostly because she loves the way he sticks his tongue out a little bit and furrows his brow when he’s concentrating on the screen
Percy signs up for the email lists at Annabeth’s favorite museums that way he knows when exhibits she would enjoy are in town
there is a Saturday when Percy has an extra basketball practice, so Annabeth spends the afternoon getting frames for the posters on his wall and putting them up– when he gets home she’s laying on his bed and has one of his sweatshirts on while she reads. He can’t help but think how he can’t wait to come home to this for the rest of his life.
YES YES YES I feel so much about my beautiful boy in makeup so let’s go
Yuri started messing around with makeup when he was 14. He was following this one guy on Instagram with great style and a gorgeous pair of dark brown eyes for a few months, constantly refreshing the page to see if he put up anything new.
One morning, still half asleep and lazing around in bed, a new picture popped up on his newsfeed. The guy was in a grey beanie, his dark curly hair falling over his face slightly, and he had the softest aloof smile on his lips. The caption was something about a code promoting some clothes website or whatever, but Yuri was too busy staring. Those fucking eyes. They seemed more striking, more captivating than usual, but Yuri couldn’t quite figure out what it was about them on that particular day.
Yuri didn’t get it until he read the comments; they had almost all been heart-eye emojis and screams about the boy’s eyeliner.
Yuri was mildly confused, scrolling back up to the picture and squinting to take a look. He only now noticed the subtle smudges of black framing the guy’s eyes, and Yuri rested his cheek on his pillow. He looked nice. It was a small change but it made a huge difference. Maybe he could pull it off too.
So that morning Yuri took a bus to the shops and found himself in the makeup section of a store, hoodie thrown over his head, music blasting through the headphones around his neck, and looking mildly embarrassed to be there. It wasn’t because wearing makeup was a stereotypically ‘feminine’ thing to do, but it was more so the fact that he had no idea what the fuck he was meant to be looking for. There were pencils and tubes and pots of shit he didn’t understand. He thought it was going to be quick and easy - run in, buy something cheap, try it on, snap a few selfies. He didn’t expect there to be so many things from so many different brands. What the fuck was powder supposed to do for your eyebrows anyway?
Reluctant to accept help from overly friendly sales assistants, he grabbed a simple black pencil liner and marched his way to the self-service checkout.
Things weren’t any better at home. The stupid little thing had cost him about 1000 rubles and was currently getting black shit all over his hands.
Yuri was sat on his bedroom floor, staring into his full-length mirror with the makeup in his right hand, and his face in his left. He had tried almost everything, but he looked nothing like the guy on Instagram. Each attempt had resulted in Yuri looking something like a panda or someone who had probably been crying for two days straight, and each time Yuri had cursed and rubbed the black off of his face. The soft pencil kept breaking with the force he used, and his eyes were watering from the constant rubbing and removal - and shit this stuff was hard to get off.
He was just about ready to give up and throw the stupid waste of money away, when he looked up to look at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl on his face. When he caught a glimpse of himself, his features softened immediately.
He looked cool.
The sleeve of his jumper may have been covered in smudges and smears of charcoal black from the constant impatient wiping, but the result was almost worth it. Turning his head and brushing some blonde hair from his face, Yuri sat and admired his work. Sure, it was slightly messy and it didn’t look quite like the picture, but damn. Who knew that two black lines would make such a difference?
His bright green eyes looked intense - dangerous, he liked to think - and absolutely piercing. He didn’t expect to actually like it. He was just curious. But looking at the image in front of him, Yuri was proud to say that that guy on Instagram had nothing on him.
Yuri found himself making his way to the makeup section of stores more often. He was passionate about fashion, and wasn’t makeup just another way to express your sense of style? And so his collection grew.
It started off with different eyeliner at first. Yuri found that the black pencils worked for his more intense and badass looks, but brown was a more subtle alternative that he liked to wear at the rink sometimes. Mila had once complimented him on his look, and despite being embarrassed at his little secret being found out, he took her advice and bought a purple eyeliner. His eyes watered an insane amount and Yuri wondered if Mila was just trying to make him look like an idiot, but the results were nice. The splash of purple in his waterline really made the shades of green in his eyes pop.
The first time he strayed away from pencil eyeliner was at the age of 15 when he found himself drawn to the lipgloss section. Tentative, he started with clear glosses to accentuate the natural pink and plumpness to his lips, but his confidence soon grew. He often wore pale pinks and holographic glosses during his routines, even if the stickiness bothered him a bit.
Yuri’s favourite makeup product had to be highlighter. He had been complimented on his high cheekbones all of his life, but had never done anything with them until the age of 16. What a waste, he had thought.
After watching various makeup tutorials - his new favourite pastime - Yuri decided to amend that. Subtle frosted highlight graced his features both on and off of the ice, and Yuri loved the look of the subtle glitter that caught the light when he turned his head.
Yuri eventually did find out what exactly powder did for brows by the time he was 18, loving to create fierce looks with cat eyes sharper than his skates.
Walking out of your room half an hour later, your felt like you were out of place. Rarely did you dress up anymore, especially for a date. You wore a little red dress that was form fitting, a black lace was over it. The red went to mid-thigh, and the lace just past it. It had a flattering V-neck shape, showing off your neck and collarbones, and it had a ¾ sleeve of just the lace. You wore a simple black pump to go with it, not knowing what he had planned. Your hair was in loose curls, hanging just below your shoulders. Your makeup was kept simple- a winged liner and nude lipstick.
As you moved through the halls, your small clutch in hand, all you heard were the sounds of your heels. Part of you was slightly worried, as you hadn’t been out too much since your breakdown with Sam. Being happy with yourself in the comfort of your own home was far easier than being happy with yourself out in the real world. The world that would bombard you with billboards, movies, pretty girls walking down the street, waitresses flirting with Dean, and so much more.
You paused and took a deep breath. You would do this for Dean. He loved you, and he wanted to take you on a date. Once you were a bit more calm, you moved towards the library, where you assumed that you’d find him. Biting your lip, you stopped in the doorway.
Sam looked up and his breath hitched. Dean’s back was to you, so he turned and the look he had on his face made you blush and look down. “I’m ready.” You told him, tucking some hair behind your ear.
“Wow, baby.” He smiled, getting out of his chair. He was in dark slacks, a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top couple buttons left undone. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you.” You smiled up at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” You teased him, making him chuckle.
Moving closer, he kissed you gently. “Come on, let’s go on our date.” His fingers laced with yours before the two of you gave Sam a small wave. “Don’t wait up, Sammy.” Dean smirked, making you slap his chest lightly.
sorry to be that person but why are you against mcclain as lances last name? at first glance i was like oh i guess it can be seen as whitewashing, but then lots of people said it was fine because that was his canon last name in voltron: defenders of the universe. i also saw the point being made that lots of latinx people have white sounding last names and lots of white people have latinx sounding last names so either way names arent perfectly representative of a persons race. what do you think?
Okay. Hoo Boy here we go! Sorry for being Extra Blunt, but to me you don’t seem all that sorry, considering you still decided to send this ask, lmao. Anyways! This is actually gonna get hella long, so let me just post a Table of Contents here in bullet point form to let you know what I’ll be covering. The rest will be below the cut.
Why are you against Lance having a White surname?
But other people said it was okay, doesn’t that mean it’s okay?
I’m Latinx/Mixed and my surname is White. What about my representation?/Are you saying I’m not valid?
But his original surname is McClain, isn’t it? Why not just keep it?
How is it “whitewashing” if this isn’t about skin tone? How is this racist?
Request: Imagine when Juice is angry at his wife because she wore a sexy dress to a SAMCRO party and it leads to rough sex in the dorms.
This is the dress 😉
The music was pumping through the walls and a smile spread across your face as you stepped out of your car. The night was cool and a shiver moved over your skin as you locked your car and slipped your keys inside your clutch. Your heels clacked loudly against the concrete as you walked towards the clubhouse and you smoothed down your dress as you neared. You knew Juice wasn’t going to be happy. He had told you not to wear the dress, but you couldn’t resist. He hadn’t been home much lately and you wanted to show him exactly what he had been missing. And so you had slipped into your skin tight backless red dress, with the plunging neck line and your tallest heels. Your hair flowed loosely over your shoulders and you had kept your make up reasonably basic, a simple flick of eye liner and deep red lips to match your dress. The dress hugged your curves perfectly and you knew Juice wouldn’t be able to resist you. SAMCRO parties were always big, but tonight was even bigger, since the Tacoma charter was down. “Holy shit! (Y/n)!?” Lyla yelled and she came running towards you. You laughed loudly as she gaped at your appearance. “Damn, girl! Is that the dress?” She asked. You nodded and twirled, showing off your outfit. “I see why he was mad now!” Lyla said, her eyes still wide. You laughed again and swung your arm over her shoulder and you both walked into the party together. The door opened and the wall of smoke hit you instantly. This was definitely a SAMCRO party, you thought to yourself as you eyed the dozens of crow eaters scattered around the room, and the leather clad bikers smoking and drinking. You threw your head back and walked in confidently, and instantly heads turned towards you.
Juice stood at the back of the room, a beer in his hands as he laughed with Chibs over something the prospects had done. It had been a long night and he couldn’t wait for you to arrive. He noticed a lot of members were watching the doorway and he stepped to the side so he could get a better view, and his jaw almost hit the floor. She strutted into the room, her long hair billowing behind her shoulders as she laughed with Lyla. Jealousy suddenly burnt through Juice as he watched her, the tight red dress hugging her curves in all the right places, the dip of the fabric revealing the perfect curves of her cleavage. Almost all eyes were on her as she moved and Juice shook with anger as he marched forward. “Hey baby,” You called, a smirk spreading across your lips as you saw Juice storming towards you. His hand wrapped around your wrist and he dragged you towards the hallway. You rolled your eyes as you followed behind him, knowing he was about to give you an earful. The music drowned out as you entered the hallway and Juice dropped your wrist now that you had more privacy. He spun to face you and you could see the anger burning in his eyes. “I told you not to wear it.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes. “Whats the problem, Juice? Its just a dress.” You purred and laid your hands on his shoulders. He glared at you. “They were all looking at you, (y/n)!” He growled. You stepped closer to him, closing the gap between you. “Dont I look good, Juicy?” You purred and pouted your lips. Juice growled and crashed his lips against yours. His body pressed against yours and you crashed against the wall, his mouth moving hungrily against yours. “You are mine.” Juice growled in your ear and you bit your lip as you pushed him off you and grabbed his hand, leading him to his dorm.
He closed the door behind him, his eyes still burning with anger. You stood in the centre of the room, a smirk on your face and you ran your hands down your body. You lifted the bottom of the dress and tugged it up over your head, and dropped it to the floor beside you. Juice watched you move, his eyes locked on your bare chest and almost naked body. He was still setting with anger, but you always had a hold over him. You moved forwards slowly and sunk to your knees in front of him. Juices eyes followed yours as you slowly and buttoned his jeans and pulled them down his thighs, followed by his boxers. His erection stood proud and you licked your lips as you met his gaze. Your hand cupped the base and moved slowly over the length, squeezing softly and you ran your thumb over the tip. You moved your head closer and ran your tongue along the length, from the base to the tip. Juice moaned softly as your mouth closed around his tip and you began to suck gently. Your tongue moved along his length as your lips wrapped around him and you moved back and forth, taking more of him in your mouth. Juice growled and ran his hands through your hair, lifting it to a ponytail and guiding your head back and forth. He groaned as he hit the back of your throat and you continued to pulse your lips, sucking at him gently as you moved your tongue around him. You pulled your head back slowly, letting him leave your mouth with a ‘pop’ and you stood slowly, wiping your mouth with your finger.
You grasped his shirt and stepped backwards, dragging him to the bed. Juice smiled wickedly, his eyes boring into yours. “Oh baby, your not in control tonight.” He whispered lowly and you shuddered. He allowed you to lift his shirt over his head and you tossed it to the ground before you stripped your panties and lay back on the bed. Juice hovered over you, pressing kisses along your neck and down your chest. He leant back and grabbed your knees, pushing them open to reveal your core. You bit your lip as you watched his eyes study your body and you blushed slightly under his gaze. “Your so wet,” Juice said. You licked your lips and smirked and reached your arms out to embrace him. He lowered his body, moving his hands beneath your back. You gasp as he rolls over suddenly, swinging you onto his lap. In one brutal thrust he lowers you onto his length, filling you so suddenly that you cry out in shock. His hands roamed over your back and cupped your ass as his lips sucked roughly at the soft skin of your neck. His mouth lowered and he sucked harshly at your nipples, making you moan softly as you adjusted to him inside you. His hands lifted your body up and he slammed you down again. “Fuck, Juice!” You moaned as waves of pleasure rolled through you. You gasped for air as the orgasm shook through you and you smiled at Juice through hooded eyes. “Im not done with you yet, babygirl.” Juice growled and you gasped as he lifted you once more.
He laid your body on your back at the edge of the bed and he stood in front of you, his hungry eyes exploring your body as you gasped for breath. You ran your hands across your body and Juice grabbed your wrists, pinning them next to your head. He kissed you deeply, his lips hungry and impatient and you gasped slightly as he bit your bottom lip gently. He pulled back from your lips, his hands still pinning yours down and his eyes locked onto yours as he entered your slowly. You moaned at the fullness as he moved slowly, letting you feel his full length enter you. His eyes were locked with yours and you bit your lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist, puling him deeper into you. His mouth lowered to your neck and he sucked roughly at the skin again, leaving a trail of bruises along your collarbone and up your neck. Juice moved a hand between your bodies and he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he thrusted inside you. “Juice!” You practically screamed as you squirmed beneath him. Suddenly he stood up straight, grabbing you beneath your knees and raised your hips for deeper access. His pounding was ruthless and he slammed into you over and over, the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, luscious and wet. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as the pleasure mounted and you ached for your release. Suddenly he left your body and you whined at the emptyness.
He flipped you over and positioned you on your hands and knees in the centre of the bed. “Your mine, (y/n).” Juice said and his hands traced circles on your ass. You moaned as he massaged your cheeks gently. “Say it, babygirl. Tell me who you belong to.” He said. “Im yours, Juice. I am all yours.” You purred and wiggled your ass. He lifted his hand and slapped your ass, leaving a sting and you gasped. He rubbed the redness gently. “Who can touch you baby girl?” He said, his voice low. “You, Juicy, only you.” You purred and wiggled your ass again. His hand slapped against you once more before he plunged into you, his hands gripping your hips roughly. He remained still for a moment, filling you with his length and you arched your back. His hand reached down and his hand wrapped around your long hair. He gently pulled your head back and you followed his lead, rising onto your knees and meeting his mouth with a firm kiss. He held you at his mercy, proving that he would take you when he wanted and no sooner. You were his. You shivered in anticipation and he finally released you, and you placed your hands back on the bed. He slowly pulled out of you before slamming back into you so hard you fell to your elbows, loud moans of pleasure escaping your lips. Juice growled as he thrusted into you once more with the same force, and your body rocked forward. “Juice!” you gasped. His thrusts became rougher and he pounded into you relentlessly. Pleasure singed through your veins and your legs began to shake as you moaned loudly. “Fuck, Juice!” You moaned as his body slapped against yours, your wetness dripping down your thighs. “Juice!” You pleaded as his thrusts became deeper, and the pleasure grew inside you. “Cum for me, babygirl.” Juice growled. Your body released and you moaned loudly as your body trembled and the orgasm ripped through your body. Juice growled as he found his release and he rode out your high, both of you gasping for air. You collapsed onto the bed and Juice fell next to you, both of you catching your breath. You turned your head to him ad he kissed you deeply. “C’mon, we should get back out there.” He whispered and you nodded. You both stood and you lifted your red dress of the floor. “Oh, your not wearing that again.” Juice warned and you turned to him, a playful smirk on your lips. “Baby, if thats how you fuck me when I only wear this dress, I cant wait to see what you do when you see me dance in it.” You winked and Juice glared at you.
So I heard what happened at some certain event involving season finale screening of Supergirl. Insanity and stupidity. Just ridiculous. But in a way, I’m glad it happened…
Hold on, not that way…
I never thought I would watch a show like Supergirl. I tried a couple episodes in Season 1, and I was like, “What’s good here? Lame storyline, cheesy dialogue.. This Melissa Benoist girl is cute and Calista is the only one with good lines.. But that’s just it. Totally isn’t worth my time..”
Until (fast forward a year later), one day when I was on YouTube, there was a clip of Supergirl’s episode (Season 2) from a TV Show review channel that I subbed. And I noticed a new character..
“Oh hello there. Who’s this hottie?”
So for silly reason, I decided to watch the silly show. Hahahah.
Later I realized ‘I love this guy’. Maybe because he was so damn hot (he still is of course), I’ve set my bar quite low on his acting skill. But surprise! He’s good. His arc was kinda silly, but the way he delivered his lines was.. I don’t know.. mixture of charm and skill? It was very natural and sincere. And then the first kiss on Medusa happened. And that was it. It was something else. You gotta love a guy who doesn’t really care about himself being dying, his vision is blurry, sees double, yet still sees you as a beautiful being and just kisses you like that. Then after that he just says, “Yeah. Absolutely beautiful.”
OMG! It’s not the line but the way he said it. So then I went to Google, YouTube, and stuff, found footages of him in TVD…
“Good God, he really is good. Why haven’t I heard about this guy before. Look at him (Kai)! Who wouldn’t love him?”
I realized I found a gem. Even before YouTube suggested to watch a video of him in a TVD karaoke night… He should’ve been illegal.
I didn’t really watch TVD, I used to love Ian (knew him from Smallville), and him as Damon was crazy good but a fang show just couldn’t keep me staying for long… I stopped watching it completely at the end of Season 4. It’s all about taste, I think :D Although I fricken loved The Originals Season 1, now I don’t really watch it anymore, don’t know why. Still checking some clips on YouTube tho.. lol. And Klaus is still my favorite hybrid out there.
Anyway, back to that hottie on Supergirl. So, yes, I watch the show for Chris Wood. My friends are actually making fun of me for watching the show, lol. Cos every week I would rant on Path about how silly the storyline is, how unfair they’ve been treating Chris.. although there were some episodes that I thought were overall good: Medusa, Homecoming, the musical crossover w/ Flash (as cheesy as it was, but turned out I enjoyed it), Distant Sun, Ace Reporter.. and good here means right above the bar I’ve set for this show, and that bar is quite low. That’s the only way I can put up with the storyline, by setting my bar quite low. My priority is to watch Chris, and good Karamel moments.
One of my friends laughed and said, “How come a girl who praised Legion (FX) as the awesomest show ever and literally said ‘it makes other shows look like crap’ is also hooked on a show like Supergirl? It just doesn’t make sense! You rant about it every week yet still watching it.”
Yeah. I know, right? Crazy. Chris Wood effect. Guilty blush.(Now Melissa can relate).
But here’s my problem with the way they’ve been writing Supergirl, especially Mon-El:
I wish I could rant in a full page about the name Mon-El itself. Like, they went with Mon-El, instead of Lar Gand, and Lar Gand became the dad.. but it’s an old rant and I’m over it.
But about they had to dumb down his powers just because they had to make him much weaker than Kara? Still not over it. It’s ridiculous, and honestly the laziest reason to make the female character looks greater. It just proved how the writers were lack in creativity. Look at how in The Flash, Wally’s beginner phase was actually better than Barry’s, but it didn’t make Flash look worse, because what Wally didn’t have was experience.
Then all the talk about being a hero. For God’s sake, it was all cringey. Just no! What was a real heroic moment that he has ever done? None. Small things yes, but that doesn’t count. Because the writers wouldn’t let him really win. Never has he ever really beaten an enemy and done something that mattered to the society. Honestly, he never has won a fight on screen. Painful and annoying. So how come they gave him lines talking about being a hero (Star-Crossed, Alex) in front of characters who actually have done a lot? Were these writers secretly hating on him? When I heard those lines coming out from his mouth I loathed it. If I didn’t love Chris at the first place, I would’ve been disgusted too! Even if this was because Supergirl being a ‘feminist show’ and all, so the badass characters had to be females, I still don’t see that as a win. It’s the easiest kind of win. A 5 years old win. An ultimate winning is when you’re surrounded by intelligent men and men with superpowers, yet you’re the one end up leading them (I’m talking about Sara in Legends of Tomorrow).
They didn’t give him any specific ability that could be useful for the team. It was quite promising at early episodes when he gave Kara tips how to beat a certain alien enemy, he even said he won some fights in Warworld, but they stopped there… Why? Honestly the most ridiculous thing is how come a character who had won some fights in Warworld then at the following episodes got lost in small fights on earth? At Supergirl Lives, it was pretty clear that he knew about space and stuff, it was cool. Why haven’t they explored those things more? They got the entire damn season! Instead they got stuck at the romance too much and completely threw away all the possibilities of him being the ‘cool’ character. For the result he’s been coming off as mostly the dumb one. Thank God, Chris has this uncanny ability to turn a simple one-liner into something really delightful and funny, otherwise he’d be a really bland character.
No, I’m not against Karamel/Melwood, you kidding? They’re my favorite couple on and off screen now. But Chris is not just an eye candy, everyone who knows him knows that. It’s such a waste for his talent for being propped as a total puppy on the show. Mon mostly seems out of place and useless. Imagine if it wasn’t him playing Mon-El, there wouldn’t be these many people rooting for him.
A lot of people hating on Mon-El for the same things I’ve mentioned, a lot for ridiculous reasons too, like ‘owned slaves’, ‘abusive’, etc… I mean, really? I would ignore the second group, they’re just demented to the core, but the first one, I kinda agree with them. They do make sense.
But it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t point out the good stuff the writers have done especially for the Karamel’s arc. Here’s what I love the most:
I actually like the concept of Karamel from the beginning. There has never been anyone other than Clark who can see Kara as Kara Zor-El, not Kara Danvers or Supergirl. All the people around her see her as either Kara Danvers or Supergirl or Kara Danvers who’s occasionally also Supergirl. Why is it important for Kara having someone seeing her as Kara Zor-El? Because all the heroic, reporting, and sister stuff aside, she’s still not human. She’s different. Unlike Kal, she was once raised in Krypton, the memories of home were still vivid on her brain. Like she said, the feeling of being alone was still there, even though she got earth family. And Mon is the only one besides Clark who can see her as who she really is: Kara Zor-El, just a girl from Krypton. That’s why the fact that she’s stronger and all doesn’t make him wanna compete with that. Just pure admiration.
It was clear that Mon felt insecure towards Kara when she showed her friendly side and stepped inside the cell. He kinda pulled back a little bit. Surprised and worried of him being Daxamite and her being Kryptonian. They came from two different worlds, yet (as Kara said) they found connection to one another. It’s beautiful.
When Kara rejected Mon at first, he didn’t blame her or anything, just trying to move on. He’s a realist, I love that. That’s why he was my real hero in Supergirl Lives. I mean of course we would question how Kara would beat a bunch of alien gangsters who kidnap people, without her powers, right? Cos honestly it was kinda stupid. And he did question that!
Mon is actually the one who has been asking ‘how’ the most in this entire season. He doubts everything. Logical. A quality that makes him a good survivor in most situations. I believe this quality is already established in his origin. The only times he’s been reckless are when it comes to the possibilities of losing Kara (We Can Be Heroes,Mr. Mzyptlk) and that says a lot about his feelings for her.
But although the writers did give him few good qualities, not many people bother to acknowledge it. Even most of people who are rooting for him only care for his Karamel scenes. Because the writers have been playing on it a bit too much, they forgot to explore his own character.
I’m not hip on the whole Kara-Lena thing, I personally think it’s just reaching. But of course as the male romantic interest being ‘not cool enough’ for about half of the fandom, then this (I won’t say the ship name here) quickly became a thing. Plus the writers kind of thought they could ‘play’ with it a little bit for the sake of ratings. The group then grew bigger, represented by the minorities in the society and all. Maybe that’s why they tend to be louder, more intense.
And then Katie McGrath, who I’m sure wasn’t quite aware of how nasty a group of passionate people could be, decided to just sign all the stuff these people brought to her and thought it was fun and all seeing people came up with such idea from watching a show. And they were coming to see her, it’s always a nice thing to be loved, right? So, of course they were all fueled up that day…
But as awful as I believe it was, like I said, in a way I’m kinda glad it happened, in front of Andrew Kreisberg. So now he knows, something is definitely wrong.
I don’t think I need to explain that Chris will be back next season, because duh! So, even if I doubt that Kreisberg will change the whole writing style of the show, I’m pretty sure at least there’ll be extended evaluation for the season. Hopefully they’ll come up with at least a fair solution. Especially for Mon-El.
Because if they don’t, they will totally screw up a potential actor just for the sake of turning their show into social commentary soapbox. They’ve also been defining feminism more about ‘overpowering’ than ‘equality’, which to me is just wrong. And that could be why is the fandom so toxic.
Last but not least, isn’t it ironic that this show was intentionally set up as a social and political critic then ends up being source of toxic and dividing its own fandom in a worst kind of way? I hope they realize this. So then maybe… maybe the show will get better and I can actually like it as a whole.
Sirens Lament is not only the best series on webtoon, but has one of the best plots. Gorgeous art too which is rare and best of both worlds. The artist/writer really grasps the concept on everything to make up a flowing story line. The pacing is so good I binged the whole thing and I’m actually excited for each update. Another thing to point out every now and then they throw in the realest one liners, so simple yet so complex because it hits deep. I’m shook. I feel it in my heart.
(I’m sry for always skipping your preview on YouTube oop)
Me estaba haciendo una foto en el modo que echa muchas fotos seguidas. En una salgo con una cara rarísima y me empiezo a reír. Cuando veo las fotos que han salido mientras reía me he enamorado. Es tan espontánea y tan natural que me encanta. Me da igual que se vea un trocito de mi pezón. Soy yo, al natural, con medio pezón al aire. Es más, prefiero tener fotos así que con tanta pose.