they said in a really really polite way

Guys how depressing is it how young Azula was?

see I watched Avatar before I turned fourteen, so I never realized just how YOUNG fourteen is. Now I realize how fucked UP it is for a fourteen year old girl to be manipulating, threatening, and killing people.

Like she’s this brilliant little political strategist, she’s blackmailing and lying to people and starting coups and she’s powerful and talented…

But she’s also really, really fucked up, like, remember when you were fourteen?

You were just a kid, really, you just started high school, you had acne and you said painfully embarrassing things and watched anime.

What was Azula doing?

Well argue that she’s evil, but she wasn’t born like that.

She was made that way.

Unlike Zuko, her personality took their father’s bullshit the OPPOSITE way.

She became what daddy wanted and that made her want his approval more than anything and guess what that brought her?

Misery and mental instability and the inability to connect to others.

Now Zuko’s character development is the greatest development ever written.

But hers is damn close because they HIT THE SAME POINT but Zuko hit it and realized oh shit…my dad sucks.

And Azula hit it and thought I need to become better. I need to become perfect. I’m the problem not daddy.

But she could never be perfect, you see, the world doesn’t go according to your plans, and your father doesn’t love you and won’t, because he’s using you as a pawn and your BROTHER realized this before you.

Your brother decided he wouldn’t be your father’s tool anymore.

I think one of the greatest scenes was when Azula was mangling her own hair.

Like that scene where she imagines her mother…

Earlier she had said “my own mother thought I was a monster” and then looked solemn…but light heartedly brushing it off by saying “she was right of course.”

But that always seemed to me like a quick cover.

Like me when I say “so I’m complete scum…how’s your day?”

You laugh off the things that hurt most.

Maybe she thought her mother hated her because she acted like her father.

Maybe she grew to resent her mother because she loved Zuko more for his compassion and the fact that they were probably more alike than she and her father.

It’s kinda common, actually, for a parent to be more fond of the child that more closely resembles them, it’s an ego thing.

Maybe she subconsciously knew that her father was more like her, but that he doesn’t truly love ANYONE cuz he’s an ass, and she told herself that his approval was enough.

But she didn’t get AFFECTION from him like Zuko got from their mother.

So in that scene where she sees her mother being affectionate but mocking as she tells her she looks lovely, maybe that’s all of her insecurities come back to haunt her.

It’s just.

Avatar is amazing.

Azula being 14 and THIS FUCKED UP.

Like incredible, you will never hate a villain more than Ozai.

He fucked up nations and fucked up his own family, and by all rights Aang should’ve killed him, like you wanted that to happen…but then he doesn’t.

And you realize Aang is a damn monk and all of these people, even if they can’t be saved, deserve compassion.

Azula, I believe, was saved. Zuko had more compassion for her, as he always did, than she ever had for him, but in a way, it’s really not her fault.

7:32 PM - Peter Parker

request -  queen. I love your writing. If you’re willing to do another peter Parker smut bc im full of sin and ur last one was so damn good, can u do one where u guys are friends and peter asks if he can eat u out “for practice” or something and he’s rly awkward about it ? if u don’t wanna do that or if u wanna change it in anyway that’s totally cool. thanks for sharing your word with the world, it’s amazing!!!

a/n - had to get around to writing my second smut fic on this blog and i hope it isn’t a flop like me!!! this is NOT a continuation of 11:57 PM, i just thought it was cool to name the smut fics a time bc i think it makes it mysterious?? idk im dumb LMAO but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!

7:32 PM. The time where I was supposed to be studying for my upcoming exam in Chemistry, but instead I’m over at Peter’s apartment doing the complete opposite. From being teenagers, it automatically causes us to always want to touch the other, and that’s the case just about now.

Our textbooks laid on his desk as we were sitting on his bed, myself straddling his lap as he held me close to his body. Our lips were happily engaged, coming together countless times as some music played lowly in the background. May had just left to grab dinner, explaining why Peter took such advantage of the situation.

Peter’s lips left mine as they came for my neck, kissing my sweet spot tenderly. He had only waiter a couple of seconds before gliding his tongue over it, making my spine shiver rather than his. One thing that I noticed lately is that Peter is taking more control, even though his nervousness was still as clear as day.

“Peter..” I rasped, holding the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

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anonymous asked:

you said in the memrise review not to use the word "당신" for "you". why? what are you supposed to use instead?

Great question. This is really really important so listen up, y’all.

To understand why you shouldn’t use this word, you need to understand why it exists in the first place. There 3 main reasons why the word 당신 is used in Korean, and a 4th reason that’s not used very much at all.

Basically, you should only use 당신 if:

1. You’re talking to your husband/wife.
-당신 is a very blunt way of saying “you”. The only way you can use it in polite conversation without offending anyone is with someone you are extremely close/intimate with. Married-for-a-million-years close, and even then only if they say it’s okay. You cannot use 당신 with your boyfriend/girlfriend. You cannot use it with your best friend. You can’t use it with your parents. You can’t use it with your co-workers. You cannot use it with your dog. They will get offended. In addition, generally only older/middle aged couples will use 당신 with each other. It isn’t a word younger couples tend to use.

2. The listener/audience is not a specific person.
-It’s okay to use 당신 in songs and advertisements. That’s because they are impersonal broadcasts or communications to a non-specific audience. Here’s a screencap from an advertisement using 당신:

This is fine, because the creators have no way of knowing that you personally are going to see their advertisement. The vocalist has no way of knowing that you personally are going to hear their song. Additionally, neither the advertisers or the singers of our hypothetical song are standing in front of you using the word 당신. They are physically somewhere else. And when they created the advertisement/lyrics? You physically were somewhere else. So using 당신 in the absence of an actual person/audience is fine. It’s not directed at someone specifically, so it’s not rude.

3. You want to start a fight.
-This is pretty self explanatory. Using 당신 with someone else who isn’t your husband/wife (see #1) is belittling and extremely rude. If you use 당신 with someone, they are going to get upset and yell at you. If you use 당신 with someone you’re already actively fighting with, they’re probably going to hit you. Pay attention the next time you’re watching a Korean drama and the leads start arguing–chances are you’ll hear a 당신 or two being thrown around.

These are the three most common reasons for the uses of 당신. The fourth reason is when using 당신 as a 3rd person reflexive pronoun, but it is used so very infrequently this way in Korean that it’s not really even worth remembering at all.

As for what you can use instead: it depends on what the situation is/who you’re speaking with.

Most Korean learners are familiar with the word ‘너’. This is another informal way of saying “you”. You can use this with close friends/your kids/someone you speak to regularly with in 반말, etc.

In other situations it’s better to use someone’s name, title, or job title instead of directly addressing them as “you” combined with ‘-은/는요’ if you HAVE to imply ‘you’ for whatever reason. For example:

레오: 매일 커피를 마셔요?
켄: 아니요, 커피를 보통 안 마셔요. 레오 씨는요?

Leo: Do you drink coffee everyday?
Ken: No, I don’t usually drink it. What about [you]?

선생님: 요즘 바빠요?
학생: 네, 매일 8시간동안 공부해요. 선생님은요?

Teacher: Are you busy lately?
Student: Yes, I study for 8 hours everyday. And [you]?

You can also use -는 with 너 if you wanted (”너는?”) and again, that’s pretty informal.

If you don’t know someone’s name or title and absolutely have to say “you” when addressing a stranger then you can use something like 그쪽, but this more formal and implies the person is above you in social status. You might be able to get away with it if this stranger isn’t someone you ever expect to meet again and this will be the only time you talk to them. But if it’s someone you think you’ll end up interacting with regularly, you might as well just ask them their name and use that instead.

In general, spoken Korean tends to drop pronouns anyway. If you’re speaking naturally you wouldn’t really be using ‘you’ or other pronouns very often.

But please, whatever you do, just don’t use 당신!

New interview with The Telegraph (I posted the entire article for those without access)

‘Edgar Wright could have fired me and got Michael Caine instead’: Kevin Spacey on loss, life and Baby Driver

By Robbie Collin, Film Critic

1 July 2017 • 7:00am

Kevin Spacey is a man who knows when to get on his bike. Take the morning of our interview, a balmy Wednesday in June on which central London is even more than usually snarled with traffic. In transit to our meeting place – a chic West End hotel – he abandons his taxi and leaps on a rental bicycle, or so I’m told by a neatly dressed man with a moustache and clipboard whose job entails keeping abreast of Spacey’s movements, for today at least.

Minutes later, Spacey glides in sweat-free and bang on time, despite having made an iced latte pit stop en route. Smiling hungrily, and dressed in a sharp navy blazer, striped tie and chinos, he looks like a crocodile disguised as a Rotarian. But as he slouches into an armchair and amiably lobs the screwed-up wrapper of his drinking straw towards a wastepaper basket in the corner – a near miss – I start to wonder if my wary first impression was entirely fair.

It was certainly swayed by the fact that Spacey’s career is currently in the sixth fruitful year of its death-dealing control freak phase, a character type at which the 57-year-old actor has proved remarkably adept. First came his three-month stint as Richard III at the Old Vic – a production of the Shakespeare play, directed by Sam Mendes, that was called the crowning glory of his 11-year creative directorship at the London theatre.

Next came six seasons of Netflix’s glossily rancorous political serial House of Cards, in which Spacey plays President Frank Underwood – a character whose original incarnation, in a series of novels by the British author and Conservative peer Michael Dobbs, was partly inspired by Richard III and Macbeth. And this week, we have the first film Spacey shot since leaving the Old Vic in 2015: Edgar Wright’s Baby Driver, a car-chase thriller in which he plays Doc, the dark mind and barbed tongue behind a madcap Atlanta bank-robbing crew. It’s a role, like those other two, that turns on the classic Spacey bark/bite conundrum: you think his character can’t possibly be as scary as he sounds, and then he actually gets to work.

There were hints of that in his performance in The Usual Suspects, too: the first in a quartet of towering film roles that made his reputation and won him two Academy Awards in five years flat. (The others were Se7en, L.A. Confidential and American Beauty.)

This kind of actor-audience tension reminds Spacey of Shakespeare – a lot does – and specifically, the way theatre-goers around the world reacted when, as a raging Richard III, he directly addressed members of the audience while pouring out his nefarious schemes. (The theatrical technique was adopted by House of Cards, to similarly chilling ends.)

“In 12 different theatres in 12 different cities around the world, I was looking into the audience’s eyes and seeing the same extraordinary reaction everywhere: ‘This is so awesome, I’m in on it, I’m a co-conspirator!’” he recalls. “And they kept totally supporting him, right up until the moment they find out he murdered the kids. Then when I looked at them it was like, ‘Oh, f—,’” he beams.

Spacey sets about his work with a steely resolve and says his sense of purpose has redoubled following the deaths of a number of close friends, not least the actor Tim Pigott-Smith, in April of this year, and the theatre director Howard Davies last October, both of whom worked with Spacey on the 1999 Broadway revival of The Iceman Cometh.

He says he’s spent the last year-and-a-half “working with a whole series of experts, doctors and others, because I have watched, over the last six years, colleagues and friends of mine drop dead at 52, or 56, or 65. It doesn’t mean that you’re not going to get one of the five things that men over 50 are getting, but maybe you can hold it off until your 80s or your 90s. So I’m working on extending my life and not shortening it.”

For one thing, he still has so much to do. He’s written letters asking directors he admires – Martin Scorsese, Woody Allen, Wong Kar-wai – to bear him in mind for future roles. (“I keep opening the paper and reading that Woody Allen’s doing a film with Alec Baldwin,” he mock-splutters.) He wants to find a new creative director-like role that will “advance [his] love and appreciation of theatre” – another Old Vic gig, essentially – albeit “with the caveat that I don’t want to run a building again.”

Then this tantalising prospect: “I have a gigantic project for television,” he says. “Once House of Cards is finished. This is a very specific project that will be the next big thing I do.” He declines to elaborate, so I ask if it will reunite him with David Fincher, the director who, along with the playwright Beau Willimon, helped bring House of Cards to Netflix. “It is not a Fincher production,” he replies. “It’s mine.”

There is also his ongoing mission to open up theatre to a younger, broader crowd. At the Old Vic he relentlessly raised funds to keep the theatre running without public subsidy, while simultaneously fighting to bring its productions to new audiences – specifically, youngsters who wouldn’t have otherwise wandered through its doors.

In fact, he’s just returned to England from New York, and a restaging of his penultimate Old Vic production – David W. Rintels’ intimate one-man show Clarence Darrow, about the American civil rights lawyer – in a 23,000-seater tennis stadium in Queens, designed to bring in a crowd for whom Broadway is alien turf. Critics didn’t exactly take to the idea, with the New York Times branding the exercise a “folly”. But for Spacey, the bragging rights are in the numbers: 200 student tickets sold every night, and a further 250 given away free to 18 to 25-year-olds. “And yes, my producers don’t like me, but in the end we still make a profit,” he says, lacing the word “like” with pure venom. “We just don’t make as big a profit.”

This nose-thumbing single-mindedness considered, it’s perhaps surprising that Spacey enjoyed working on Baby Driver as much as he did. The film is so tightly choreographed – most scenes unfold in snappy sync with a musical accompaniment – that Spacey had to act out entire scenes with an earpiece keeping time, to ensure his every line and gesture fell on the beat.

“Let me put it this way,” he says. “Every time you work with a director, you have something to lose and something to gain. Some directors, when you’re doing a play, like to get up on their feet on day one and block the first act, and you’re like, ‘I don’t f—ing know who I’m playing yet, let alone why they would walk from here to there.’ And others sit down at a table and you spend a week examining Shakespeare before anyone gets on their feet.”

What did he have to lose on Baby Driver? “I could have been fired and Edgar could have got in Michael Caine instead,” he deadpans. Spacey is an accurate and merciless mimic – see YouTube for details – and says he would sometimes drop into the British actor’s accent on set, “just to make Edgar smile.”

He does this throughout our conversation too: reminiscences of Ian McKellen’s Widow Twankey at the Old Vic’s Christmas pantomime, for example, come with a note-perfect impersonation attached. In fact, interviewing Spacey often feels as if you’re in the front row for a one-man show of his devising. He doesn’t converse so much as monologue, and adjusts his tone and posture with a slinky precision while moving from one point to the next. And when he talks about losing Pigott-Smith and Davies, his words are so tender, and his delivery so wrong-footingly serene, I find myself welling up.

It’s not that you feel that Spacey is being insincere so much as suspect that for him, this might be what sincerity is. Perhaps it’s an up-close-and-personal version of Diderot’s paradox of the actor: you can either convincingly express an emotion or feel it for real, but never both at once.

While hosting the Tony Awards a few weeks ago, Spacey joked about the long-running rumours around his sexuality – but again, at a cautious remove. During the opening skit he dragged up as Norma Desmond, from Sunset Boulevard, and trilled a line from the musical – “I’m coming out!” – before hurriedly backtracking, to laughter from the crowd.

Spacey doesn’t talk publicly about his personal life, perhaps after being burned by a 1997 magazine interview that heavily insinuated he was gay. Given his long-standing decision not to discuss any of this, did he feel odd joking about it on the stage of an awards show?

“I really don’t think that anything isn’t a subject for comedy,” he shrugs. “In many ways, political correctness has made comedy really difficult. We were just trying to have fun, and poking fun at oneself as much as anyone else. I said pretty early on that I was not interested in turning the evening into a political opportunity, and I wanted to do things that would be surprising and different.” He mentions another gag, about the Hillary Clinton email scandal, which many might have thought his long-standing friendship with her husband, might have precluded: again, not so.

If we can’t make fun of ourselves and others, and even people we might agree with versus people we don’t agree with, then I don’t think that’s good for comedy.”

One of his inspirations in life, he says, has been Jack Lemmon. The two met when Spacey was a timid 13-year-old – the youngest of three siblings – at an acting workshop in Los Angeles. Lemmon was “an idol” – someone he’d marveled at on countless cinema trips with his mother Kathleen Ann, who instilled her own love of classic films and theatre in her youngest son.

Spacey recalls the older man laying a hand on his shoulder after the class and telling him: “You’re a born actor, and you should go to New York and study this, because you were meant to do this with your life.” The advice took. At 19, Spacey was accepted by the Juilliard School, and in his mid-20s, he was cast opposite Lemmon in a Broadway production of Long Day’s Journey Into Night, as the elder actor’s son. During rehearsals, he told him the story of their first meeting when he was 13. Lemmon remembered every detail.

Spacey describes Lemmon, who died in 2001, as a “father figure” (his actual father Thomas, a technical writer and frustrated novelist, passed away in 1994). He lost his mother to a brain tumour in 2003.

The shy teen who got that vital dose of Lemmon aid more than four decades ago may be long gone, but Spacey remembers him well – along with the precise point, two years later, when he fully understood what acting was.

“Something shifted,” he explains, during a school production of All My Sons, the Arthur Miller play. Before then he’d primarily enjoyed acting because it put him at the centre of attention, but as he stood on stage, the 15-year-old realised the faces in front of him – parents, classmates, strangers – weren’t actually looking at him, Kevin Spacey, at all.

“I realised they were responding to the character I was playing,” he says. “That it wasn’t about me.”

a helping hand pt. 8

Oliver Queen x Reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

Your nap had been well deserved. Even when it turned from a nap into a full blown sleep through the night. You had spent hours working diligently and edited several articles without distraction. You had been very productive.

Granted the productivity had been to make up for the lack of work you’d done in the past few days. The day of the party you’d accomplished absolutely nothing and the next day had been mostly spent experimenting with sandwiches.

You had really only meant to sleep for an hour and then get up, have dinner, shower, and go to bed properly. It hadn’t worked out that way. Instead you’d just ended up sleeping straight past the hour mark and well into the middle of the night.

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Madam Secretary: Sara Ramirez previews her return to TV | EW

A year-and-a-half hiatus after leaving Grey’s Anatomy, Sara Ramirez will make her triumphant return to TV during Sunday’s episode of Madam Secretary.

The actress will be playing Kat Sandoval, a brilliant political strategist, legendary in D.C. for her talent and for abruptly dropping out of politics until Secretary of State Elizabeth McCord (Téa Leoni) manages to coax her back into the State Department. It’s a character that the openly bisexual Ramirez can relate to, having taken time off to both discover herself and give a voice to the LGBTQ community. So what was it about Madam Secretary that lured Ramirez back to TV? EW turned to the actress to find out:

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: What was it about Madam Secretary that made you want to return to TV in a series regular role?
SARA RAMIREZ: A new position was opening up on Madam Secretary, and it was during a time when I was open to taking a meeting. [Executive producers] Barbara Hall and Lori McCreary were consistent and persistent in their commitment to meeting with me. We wanted to get to know each other to see what was possible. I really appreciate the kind of show that Madam Secretary is; it’s an aspirational and political show, and I found that really attractive as well.

Tell us about Kat Sandoval and what brings her into Elizabeth’s orbit.
Something that I can say about Kat is that she is a political strategist. She’s a retired chief of staff to the U.N. ambassador, she’s known well in D.C. for her talents, she’s also know for her sudden departure from politics following an incident. She dropped out for years, and rumors circulate about why. But after Kat consults on a State Department problem, she realizes she has not entirely lost faith in the system, and she’s inspired by Elizabeth McCord, Madam Secretary, and her team — so much so that she proposes to join the State Department. When we first meet Kat, we learn a little bit about her past, and it clues us to the potential challenges she may face due to rumors around an incident that may have led her to leave politics. Her brain is one of her most valuable assets. In this first episode, we’ll see just how valuable it is, here at home and globally. This episode also shows up some vulnerable truths she’s never owned or expressed about herself before.

Will the show explore her sexuality?
I just met Kat a few months ago, and I’m really looking forward to getting to know her as these episodes unfold.

Do you share any similarities with the character?
One thing that I know that we have in common is we both took a step back from our respective fields for over a year. I understand how important it can be to acknowledge when a break is needed, for whatever reason, especially when the intention is to come home to oneself in ways that couldn’t occur authentically without that time away. So I really respect Kat for knowing and valuing herself enough to make that move in her life.

How is this working experience, both in front of the camera and behind, different from Grey’s?
One of the things that I like about Madam Secretary is that, like I said, it’s an aspirational and political show. It takes place one election cycle in the future, which is kind of exciting, so it’s about four to five years down the line. I really love how it dramatizes certain topical world issues and events. It utilizes its projections to normalize inspiring ways to evolve challenging issues in the world through an alternate reality where the current political situation actually doesn’t exist, and with inclusive characters and cast and crew, off-screen as well. It promotes complex, three-dimensional women. Barbara Hall and Lori McCreary are executive producers, five out of the eight writers on the staff are female, the set has inclusive representation on screen and off, more than 70 percent of the show’s directors this season are women or men from diverse backgrounds, the Secretary of State is played by Téa Leoni — this show is in some ways similar, and different in all these ways.

After the results of the election last week, inclusive politics is not necessarily a distant aspiration anymore, but attainable, which is really exciting. We just saw Andrea Jenkins, the first openly bisexual and transgender black woman be elected to public office in the U.S. My intention for Madam Secretary’s Kat Sandoval is to continue normalizing, strengthening, and celebrating these types of inclusive outcomes in the world. As far as the character is concerned, I’m still getting to know her, but so far she’s different in that she spent a good portion of her life in politics before stepping away from it. Kat is very intentional and clear in her approach, because she knows she’s capable. She’s outspoken and unapologetically herself.

Is it fun to change up your style now on-screen and not have to suit up every day in scrubs?
It’s been a really wonderful experience. Amy Roth, who is the head of the wardrobe department, has been so gracious, kind, and imaginative. I’m just really grateful to be working with her as well. It’s been really fun.

What have you been up to since leaving Grey’s, and what do you think you’ve learned during that time?
It has been a really full year and a half. Taking a step back from the industry has allowed me to take space and get even more clear about things that are important to me. Coming out publicly was an organic decision and one that I spent a lot of energy and time making. It was incremental, not a spur-of-the-moment decision. By the time the Orlando shooting happened, especially in the context of the political climate escalating, I felt an urgency around coming out publicly in ways that I haven’t felt before. This past year and a half has taught me how to embrace myself fully, to never ever be afraid to claim my truth and power in spaces, and that bisexual, pansexual, queer-identified women of color, of all genders, or no genders, deserve to exist fully and equally in any and every space with respect to our visibility, representation, dignity, and various intersecting identities.

It has been a really full year. There were a lot of important events that I got the opportunity to be a part of. There was the ACLU rally in Austin, Texas. Initially, when Gavin Grimm’s case was headed to the Supreme Court, it was really important to me to use my public platform to show up and stand in solidarity with the trans and non-binary community, and when Gavin’s case didn’t make it to the Supreme Court, I got a phone call from the ACLU asking if I was open to participating in a rally in Austin connected to the same hurtful anti-trans legislation. I leapt at the opportunity to not only speak to these important issues, but to also engage local and state legislature. As well as introducing a trans woman of color, I introduced a wonder woman named Ana Andrea Molina, so that was a really important event to be a part of.

Then I was asked to speak at the Equality March in June, and I’m so grateful to the committee of the Equality March in D.C. for giving me the opportunity to speak to issues that are rarely spoken in mainstream LGBTQ advocacy. I was able to speak to the need for a truly intersectional movement, one in which we draw the margins in and center the lives of bisexual, queer, trans, non-binary, disabled, and other communities within our LGBTQ family who lack the access, power, and visibility. So as we move forward the community through the onslaught of anti-LGBTQ legislation and attacks, I think it’s important for us to continue to use these intersectional lines and center these communities, and that Equality March was a really beautiful way to be able to speak to that.

Then there was the LGBT Center in New York, who awarded me with this beautiful Trailblazer Award not that long ago, and that was a really special moment for me. Accepting the Trailblazer Award from the New York LGBT Center was — how else can I describe it? — it was a full-circle moment for me, actually. It was almost a year to the date, actually, from when I publicly came out as bisexual queer at the True Colors Fund event at the L.A. LGBT Center, so that was interesting. Lately, I’m feeling more confident about my purpose and highlighting the issues that are plaguing my community as well as continuing to create solidarity within the LGBT community. You know what else I’m thrilled about? Glenda Testone, who is the executive director of the New York LGBT Center, has expressed her commitment to creating specific bisexual programming, so that was a really wonderful full-circle moment after taking this time.

In hindsight, for everything you’ve done for yourself and the community over the last year, do you feel like it was the right decision to leave Grey’s when you did?

You voiced displeasure with ABC over the Real O’Neals bisexuality joke, which many Grey’s fans took as a sign you probably wouldn’t return to the show. Would you ever consider returning to Grey’s Anatomy?
First I’ll speak to the Real O’Neals portion, and then I’ll speak to the other portion. I was really disappointed that a show on a network that I worked on for over 10 years, playing a bisexual character, would get the greenlight for such a hurtful and destructive comment about our community. The bigger disappointment was that this particular episode was set up to succeed in every way by having PFLAG involved, with a gay actor playing a gay character, in all these ways where all of our community would be protected in every way. However, I appreciate how PFLAG acknowledged the issue and owned their mistake, and so far that is the only party involved taking genuine accountability. To the other point, when Shonda [Rhimes] and I last spoke, we agreed to keep the conversations going, and she knows I’m open to keeping those conversations going.


LARS - the Un-Dateable Dad 

Joseph: Lars “I eat when I’m stressed” Fenton decimated the brownies for the church sale. 

Damien: Lars looked on google to find the perfect flowers for a bouquet. The internet betrayed him and his flowers meant “I lust after you”… and not in a polite way. 

Hugo:Of course I am a cheese expert” said Lars, only to find he doesn’t even know how to spell some of them. 

Robert: …carving wood isn’t really what Lars can do best. (He’s also afraid of cryptids). 

Craig: some bodies are not fit for fitness. Lars passed out while warming up for jogging. 

Mat: Lars is really bad at handling crowds. He also doesn’t like indie music that much

Brian: Lars isn’t really the prettiest after falling in the lake… 

Will poor Lars ever find love?

i have two guy friends who have very similar personality traits to eric and dylan so here’s some headcanons based off of real life experiences


- will never tell you when he’s having problems or if he’s sick. like ever. for some reason he likes to suffer alone?? you’ll only know he had surgery because he’ll text you weird shit while he’s high on drugs and then have to explain himself the next morning

- is the most sleep deprived person on earth and overworks himself. constantly taking late night shifts and is completely out of it half the time

- the most painfully shy person alive. literally. this boy will not talk to you unless you approach him first, and even then you will have to initiate all conversation for like the first few weeks of talking to him

- once you’ve actually become close friends to him, he’s THE SWEETEST GUY ALIVE he’s so selfless and caring and is honestly such a gem. will walk you back to your house if you’re afraid of going alone in the dark

- a great listener. gives surprisingly good advice?? also is really fun to have conversations with once he’s let his wall down bc he’s really smart and has cool insight on music and politics and LiFe and such

- the BEST GIFT GIVER ALIVE. holy shit. spends WAY too much money and makes you feel inadequate. remembers things you said offhandedly in a conversation five months ago and buys exactly what you wanted. also really sentimental? like he’ll buy you a star and shit

- hates taking selfies or having his photo taken. you seriously have like one photo of him and you’ve been friends for three years. is he a cryptid?? who knows

- if you end up dating him, then prepare for him to reveal his Secret Goofy Side™ and to just send you nonstop memes

- he’s always worried he’s annoying you, so if you’re the type of person that is also afraid that all your friends secretly hate you, you will both be constantly reassuring each other that you actually enjoy each others company 

- a great friend to make offhanded jokes about wanting to kill yourself and disappear into the void with bc like,,, he Relates

- he’s Too Nice and people will take advantage of his kindness

- if he hates something or is annoyed, he’ll suffer in silence for a long time before eventually reaching his limit and starting to mutter insults under his breath

- he gets genuinely upset that his dog doesn’t seem to like him

- you have to remind this boy to eat bc he gets so wrapped up in his thoughts that he’ll forget like TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF DUMBASS

- when he gets sad you wouldn’t ever really be able to tell except that he gets a little quiet and more pensive than normal

- he doesn’t smile that often, so when he does, you feel proud of yourself for making this ACTUAL HUMAN EMBODIMENT OF SUNSHINE happy


- if you don’t know him, he’s intimidating as fuck. like he glares at everyone, and gives off a vibe of Rebellion™ constantly. wears edgy t-shirts. does not hesitate in telling people he doesn’t like to go fuck themselves

- has anger issues and a huge problem with authority. if he feels like a teacher has a power complex or that they’re emotionally abusing students he will tell them TO THEIR FACE

- because of this, he gets detention a lot, adding to the intimidation factor. never actually shows up though, will drive off campus to get fast food instead

- is THE ACTUAL SMARTEST GUY ALIVE!!! but you would never know if you weren’t friends since he kinda keeps to himself. frustrating because he will fail classes on purpose if he doesn’t like the teacher, but is smarter than literally everyone else at school

- once you’re friends with him, his demeanor does a full 180. like holy shit. turns into the biggest lovable dork alive

- constantly tripping over himself. his legs don’t work. i don’t know what else to say

- treats his girlfriend like a princess. constantly planning fancy dates and helping your mom out with dinner. the type of guy to actually remember your anniversary and to pick you up from work and stuff

- kind of a closet nerd that is obsessed with video games, post apocalypse books, and d and d

- if you’re friends with him, he is the SWEETEST AND MOST CARING GUY!! like if you tell him you’re sad, he will drive over to your house to talk even if it’s super late. the kinda guy to bring you a hershey bar when you’re having cramps

- goes on so many rants. literally half of your conversations are just him ranting about INJUSTICES and POLITICS and HOW MUCH HE HATES [fill in the blank] but honestly its pretty endearing

- gets so mad if he finds out one of his friends is being bullied or sexually harassed. will go up to said harasser and tell them to stop or he’ll kick their ass

- if you somehow piss him off, you won’t know what hit you. he will GHOST THE FUCK OUT OF YOU and leave you on read until you figure out he hates you now and will never tell you why

- a total latch key kid. somehow did a great job raising himself?? like he pretty much has zero parental guidance and yet still managed to come out of it being the kind of guy who opens doors for people constantly

- actually really funny? like you’ll be laughing so hard you cry

- when he gets sad you can tell because he gets really withdrawn and if you try to pull him out of his funk he gets pissy and yells at you. pls LEAVE HIM ALONE!!

- the type of guy that thinks it’s funny to teach swear words to children

- will take every chance he has to ~make fun of you~ but in a fun way, not maliciously. he constantly rubs people the wrong way because of this though. like he will never forget that time you walked into a glass window at school

Just a thing

I think I got some flack about the rant on Thorki the other day so I just want to clarify my reasons on why I did it.

Honestly it’s not my intention to offend, or knock people’s creativity or put them down. When I do see the majority of ships I don’t like I usually try to stay away from them and say nothing. I know there is a difference between fiction and reality, and that these characters are not real so technically people can do what they want regarding them

That being said

The reason I get mad about certain ships is because even if it’s not real life I still have my personal morals and standards, and I see the excuse “it’s not real so it’s ok” being used to justify the incest and pedophilia couples a lot, just the other day someone nearly tore my head off because I said no when they demanded that Sans and Frisk bang in my comic even if I clarified many times that Sans is an adult and Frisk is a child, they also said “it’s not real life so it’s fine! I want to see my fan kid!” And more often people get angry that I am not putting Frisk and Asriel as a couple, which sort of related to Thorki. I really have a strong opposition to incest and I don’t like the idea of siblings to get together even if they aren’t related by blood, That’s another excuse that people have tried to drill in my face a lot lately, that “they aren’t related by blood so it’s ok” whereas to be the idea itself is still really not cool, thinking of siblings in a sexual way is just not something I feel comfortable with at all.

This is all personal beliefs of mine and I know online personal beliefs matter as much as political comments online: no one really cares about them and they are probably better off not being said publicly as they are just the one person’s thoughts and not fact in any way. When it comes to shipping in general I’m always in the minority so I should probably just keep my mouth shut about it. Just wanted to say it this once

It’s kind of funny how the mind works though, I have very strong feelings against immoral (in my opinion) couple and yet I’m pretty sure I have a strong feeling against murder too yet I’m doing a comic about a kid dealing with the consequences of them murdering and undoing it, then again the murder is still seen as very wrong in the story, still…lol I don’t even know where I was going with that train of thought now that I think about it

Late Night Walk

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Title: Late Night Walk

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 858

Warnings: fluff

A/N:  This was requested by @lucifer-in-leather: Could I request a fluffy Lucifer fic where the reader is walking home alone at night and he offers to walk with her to keep her company?  I hope this is okay! I hope you enjoy this! It would help me out if you could check out THIS post. It deals with the next series.

Another late shift, another walk home in the dark.  Walking home alone didn’t scare you, it was the things that could hide in the shadows that worried you.  It was hard enough knowing that demons and angels existed.  You wondered what else was out there, waiting for your guard to be down.

“Hey there,” a man spoke from behind you.

You spun around, clutching the handles of your bag.  You didn’t know this man and you had never seen him before either.  He didn’t seem friendly, and you weren’t looking to make any friends.  Especially not at night, walking down an empty street.

“I don’t really have time to talk,” you stated politely, putting on a fake smile.  “Have a nice night.”  

“Not so fast sweet thing,” the man called,out as he ran up to you.  He grabbed your arm, forcefully pulling you to a stop.  “Don’t be so rude.  I only wanted to get your number.  That way I can call you later.”  You could smell the alcohol on his breath.  

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Teach me - Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Word Count: 8,7k

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up Audiences, student-teacher relationship.

Summary: Being the youngest teacher in the University, you were definitely going to be hitted on by students, but what happens when you catch feelings about the specific blonde boy?

A/N: Please leave some constructive feedback to help me improve my writing. Also, don’t forget to request new stuff!

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The Morning Of

by: mldrgrl
Rating: R
Summary:  Hank wakes up after The Fall.  Was it a dream, or not?

Hank felt groggy and a bit disoriented when he opened his eyes.  His mouth was dry and tasted like an old sock.  The ceiling fan above him turned at high speed, clicking and shaking from the effort.  His skin felt taut and rough with dried sweat.

With a groan, Hank pushed himself off the couch.  He stretched his tight muscles and then scratched at his itching ribs.  He yawned and clucked his tongue from the awful taste in his mouth.  He remembered Stella telling him to brush his teeth before he found her.

“Stella?” he said, so quietly that he barely even heard his own voice.  He was still afraid she wasn’t there.  Though he was pretty sure last night wasn’t a dream, he couldn’t be certain.

Hank trudged towards the bedroom.  He was too old to get so hammered.  He used to be able to shrug off a night of heavy drinking so easily, the hangover just a mild inconvenience, but now he got achy and lethargic like an arthritic old man.  At least he didn’t have a headache or nausea.

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Sprites (Pt.3)

Originally posted by thorduna

First Part Last part 

Request: Could I perhaps request a Dad!Thor x reader? The reader is raised by her mother her whole life and never really knows anything about her father until she actually finds out her ability to control the sea as like a new Poseidon. Just like a journey of joining the avengers and finding her father. Sorry if it’s really specific. You can change it in anyway you may need. Sorry again

Pairing: Dad!Thor x reader

Word Count: 1,303

Genre: fluff

Notes: Sprites; Shapes and flashes of light that can be seen in the evening or night sky. They are typically blue or red and are the result of electrical discharges in the atmosphere.

You storm into your small room and slam the feeble door harshly, somewhat afraid of it snapping in half but your frustration overpowered your sense of reason. You could hear your mother continue her strongly worded lecture as she followed you down the hall, the paper thin walls doing nothing to hide her fury.

“If you think for one single second that I will let you run off to Russia or wherever the hell Tony Stark’s rich, snarky ass wants to drag you, you have another thing coming!” She screeched.

You threw yourself onto your bed and covered your ears with your pillows, content with ignoring her shrill voice until you left for the mission in the morning.  It started as soon as you got home,  you hoped that your instinct would be wrong but it wasn’t. As soon as you walked into the door the news just spilt out of you like a flood, and your mother was not prepared. It started out small but as the heat rose, so did you mother’s voice. You understood why she was worried but it hurt to know that your mother was just like the rest of them, no one believed in you or your powers they just saw you as a little girl, incapable of doing anything truly important.

“You can barely use your powers, how do you suppose you can help actual heroes?” She yells over your thoughts. You snap, You had worked harder than anyone else in the past 10 years and she had the audacity to call you a liability.

You pulled the door open and watched as your mother slightly stumbled off of it, “I bust my ass day in and day out. I work with the strongest men and women in the country every afternoon after studying at one of the best schools in the city, that I got into on my own no less. I am smart, I am strong and just because you don’t want to see that doesn’t mean that others don’t. I have been specially selected to go on a mission by my superiors and I will be going tomorrow whether you like it or not. Your opinion was a courtesy not a necessity.” You deadpan.

Your mother stood back in aghast, her lips quivering and her eyes watering. You almost felt bad but the pride in your chest wouldn’t let the words come out. She walked to her room and shut the door quietly and you sighed and closed your’s. You packed up your bag and set your alarm for early in the morning before going to bed.

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“Meeting Thor” Avengers x Reader

Pairing: The Avengers x Reader

Featuring: Pepper Pots

Word count: 1178 words

Warnings: none

Tags: none.

Summary: Reader is Pepper’s niece and she goes to the tower to meet the Avengers.

Notes: none

Originally posted by my-avengers-imagines

After a year you were finally back in New York. You had spent the last year studying in Madrid to improve your Spanish. Now your scholarship was over and you were on the plane, about to land in the JFK in New York. Your aunt Pepper was going to pick you up since you were going to be staying at the Stark Tower with his boyfriend Tony Stark. You had met him a couple of times before they started dating and before he became Iron Man. He was an interesting man to say the less, even when he could be a pain in the ass from time to time.

You would stay a few days with them before heading home in Chicago with your parents. The only reason for you not to go straight back home was that you wanted to meet those Avengers you heard to talk about. You knew they were all living at the Tower so it was now or never. Pepper was ok with that, Tony too and so were your parents so everything was settled before you bought the tickets.

Once you finally landed and were able to leave the plane, you went straight to take your luggage. You had two big cases and your bag. A year was a long time and you had bought so many things. You took a trolley from the airport and put your cases on it since it was impossible for you to take everything by yourself.

“There she is!” You heard your aunt’s voice as soon as you stepped out the arrivals zone.

“Pepper!” You said happily. She walked towards you and hugged you tight. You two had always had a really good relationship, she was more like your sister than your aunt to be honest. “You look amazing!” You said when you pulled away.

“So do you, oh my god and you’re so tan and big, oh my god!” She said hugging you again. “C’mon, the car is waiting for us” she said pushing your trolley.

“Where’s Tony?” You asked.

“You know him. He was working in the lab, on his suit of course” she said shaking her head but she couldn’t hide the small smile on her lips. “Right now everyone is there: Natasha, Bruce, Steve, even Thor”, she said.

Now you were even more excited. You had read about them online and even had watched some videos on YouTube but you were really looking forward actually meeting all of them.

“They’re excited to meet you, you know?” She said once you were in the car.

“So am I”, you admitted looking at her.

The drive to the tower was a bit long since the airport was far from everything but finally the car entered the garage. Immediately you also saw Tony’s lab while the driver parked. And he was there as well, along with Bruce Banner. You couldn’t believe that man actually became a huge green angry creature. It was amazing.

“Don’t talk about Hulk, ok? It’s a sensitive thing for him”, Pepper said when she saw you looking at him.

“Finally!” You heard Tony when you stepped out of the car. “(Y/N), hola!” You laughed when he talked in Spanish.

“Hola Tony”, you smiled giving him a quick hug. Then you turned to take your bags but Tony stopped you.

“Don’t worry about them, JARVIS can manage it”, he said. You knew who JARVIS was of course but it still was impressive for you how a computer could do literally everything. “Come here, this is Dr Bruce Banner”, he said wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Hi, (Y/N), nice to meet you”, he said politely. He really looked shy. According to Pepper he wasn’t really social but you couldn’t blame him. It was probably hard for him.

“Likewise. I heard a lot about you, your essays are honestly awesome, doctor”, you smiled.

“And he can become a green angry mass of meat in no time, wait and see”, Tony said. Bruce smiled a little and kept on working. “This way. Everyone’s upstairs”, he said.

You said goodbye to Bruce and followed Tony through the lab. He had some amazing items down there, most of them you had no idea what they were but they looked interesting. Everything in this tower had always been so interesting for you even when science was not your thing.

When you reached the common living room of the tower it was completely empty and silence. Maybe they had all gone out or were training?

“Where are they?” Tony mumbled. “JARVIS? Where’s everyone?”

“Mr Rogers and Miss Romanoff are in the gym and Mr Barton is not in the tower, sir”, the computer voice said.

“Let’s go to the gym them”, Tony smiled at you.

Just when he was walking to the elevator, a struck of lighting lighted up the place, when you looked at the balcony you saw Thor’s red cape. Wow.

“Just in time”, Tony said clapping his hands together.

“Hello Iron Man,” Thor said when he walked in. You noticed he had something under his cape. “I found this on the street. It’s alive and it looked like it was in danger, what kind of…thing is this?”

Then he literally took a tiny cat from under his cape. You opened your mouth surprised and smiled. Cats were definitely your favourite animal and you definitely had a weakness for them.

“It’s so tiny!” You exclaimed hurrying over the demi god, completely forgetting about who he was, and taking the animal in your hands. “Hey there…” You smiled widely.

“Did you really bring a cat to me house?” Tony said crossing his arms.

“Cat? What’s that?” Thor asked making you laugh.

“This”, you said.

“You’re a cat?” Thor asked looking down at you. “You definitely look human”

As much as you tried to keep your face straight you just started laughing out loud, just like Tony did as he saw Thor’s confused face.

“I’m definitely human”, you laughed and pointed at the animal. “This is a cat. It’s an animal”, you explained.

“Oh…” He said finally looking at you properly but you were just looking at the cat smiling widely. “And you are…?”

“Oh sorry! I’m (Y/N)” You smiled.

“Why do you have such strange names”, he asked frowning making you laugh. “And does the…cat have a name?” You chuckled and shook your head.

“Maybe we should call him Thor”, you said smiling at the huge blond guy. He smiled widely and nodded.

“Good idea! Perfect choice, Miss (Y/N)”, he said putting down Mjolnir. “Shouldn’t we feed him?” He asked.

“Yes! C’mon, let’s give him some milk and maybe tuna”, you said walking to the kitchen with Thor following your steps.

“Hey! That cat is not staying here!” Tony exclaimed.

“A cat? Are we having a cat?” Steve said coming out of the elevator with Nat.

“That’s amazing! I love cats!” Natasha said running to the kitchen, followed by Steve, while Tony just placed a hand over his eyes with a sigh.


Joël tells Saffron to mind the sauce for him for five minutes. He finds Anita in their bedroom, frowning at something on her tablet. She doesn’t look up when he coughs.
Joël: Are you okay? What are you doing in here?
Anita: I think I had a bit of an episode.
Joël: What do you mean? What kind of an episode?
Anita: Saffron said something upsetting about Jim and I…I think it nearly provoked a panic attack.  But it passed. I’m fine.
Joël: Jesus, babe. Why didn’t you say something? I would have told her to apologise or get the hell out. She can’t come round here causing you grief like this-
Anita: You were busy cooking. Anyway, I’m fine. And you can’t say anything to her. Otherwise she might become suspicious. There’s no need to say anything. Everything’s okay.
Joël sits down next to her. He chooses his words carefully.
Joël: I’m worried about you, babe. I wasn’t going to say anything, but the other night you were screaming in your sleep. You really should go and talk to somebody. A professional. You can’t go through the type of trauma you did without there being psychological repercussions-
Anita: I’ve been a police officer for over twenty-five years, darling. I’m fully trained to deal with traumatic events. Just like I’m trained to recognise the symptoms of a panic attack. And you know I can’t tell another living soul about what happened to Jim. Ever. It would destroy Teddy. And I’d probably be locked up for murder.
Joël: No you wouldn’t. You didn’t murder him. Don’t be silly.
But he still glances nervously towards the door. Anita gives a wry snort of laughter. Joël squeezes her hand, not bothering to try and summon a smile. After a few moments Anita asks him why Angus was calling Jared. Joël tells her. She stares at him incredulously.
Anita: Are you kidding me? Roy went to all the trouble of inviting Freddie to make sure we come to his barbecue? Wow. That’s….almost…I mean, just wow.  He certainly doesn’t like to take no for an answer, does he?
Joël: Yeah, well. That’s a polite way of putting it. I would have said he’s an aggressive, pushy arsehole.
Anita: Well, those are the qualities that make him a good sports agent, I suppose. And it’s really kind of sweet, in a way, that he went to all the trouble of using Freddie as a bribe. He must have been really upset when you cancelled. He values your friendship so much, darling. He probably doesn’t have many really close friends-
Joël: Gee, I can’t imagine why.

On Property and Other Lies

The best tool anyone can ever use to gain power over you is controlling what information you do and don’t have access to; telling someone the right series of lies can be more effective at getting someone to do what you want than holding a gun to their head. You can observe this principle at work on every level of human social interaction: for example, consider how many classic symptoms of an abusive relationship are just ways of controlling the victim’s internal narrative (and I’m referring to any kind of abusive relationship, not just romantic ones). Isolating the victim from friends and family is a way of removing any competing sources of information that might contradict the abuser’s story. Techniques like gaslighting, belittlement, emotional manipulation etc. are ways of getting the victim to doubt their own judgement and lived experience, leaving the abuser as the only one left to dictate fact and fiction as they see fit. Why do so many people stay in abusive relationships? Often, it’s because they’ve been tricked into believing that they aren’t really being abused.

Likewise, the same idea applies to groups of people up to and including entire societies. Inundate your victims with lies, and even more importantly, limit their access to ideas that contradict what you want them to believe. Use every opportunity to muddy the waters, discredit your ideological opponents, prevent people from being able to meaningfully educate themselves. If you can trick people into believing they aren’t being abused, you can make them willing participants in their own subjugation – control the cultural narrative, control the nation.

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Easily Bewildered

Bewildered; the first time someone used the word, I nearly laughed aloud.
There was a group of varied students sitting across the lawn, grouped together in the shade of a tree, all decked out in weird jewelry and with circles around their eyes, hurried pen ink on their wrists. I was at a picnic bench, sitting with my friends from lab, working on some report or something. There was a lull in the conversation, and the hushed voices, filled with awe, scattered across the grass of the lawn towards us. I was looking absentmindedly at my phone, and when I heard the strange phrase, I burst out laughing. Their voices were so quiet, almost afraid, and like so much else at this school, I didn’t take it into account. I instantly lumped them in with the other students, overly superstitious and quiet, clinging to their iron and their salt like this was some episode of Supernatural.
The first time I heard bewildered, I laughed. 

The second time, it was coming from the mouth of my Hall Advisor, in the longest informational lecture I’d gotten that year. I was sitting on a couch in the overly cramped common room, squished in-between two of my closest friends from bio lab, and we were already bored and over dramatically rolling our eyes at one another before it even began. They were talking firmly, as if they believed in everything they were saying, reminding us very sternly of the “advice” from the beginning of the year. Every year. It was about the third or fourth time I’d heard this lecture, despite not having been here that many years. Sometimes, I wondered if the weirdness would ever end, and just leave me to do my labs and lose my mind in peace.
“Don’t go out late at night, if you have to, make sure you stay on the path.” Well, duh. I looked to my right, and met the eyes of my lab partner, who was just perishing of boredom. I could tell she wanted to be on her phone, but we’d managed to be polite this far, so maybe we could make it to the end of the meeting. Our HA would appreciate it.
“Don’t go near the woods. We’ve had way more kids get bewildered this year, it’s not normal and you all really need to step it up.” I snickered. The friend to my left said something under eir breath, and my other friend suppressed a laugh, and we tried, really hard.
Our HA didn’t appreciate it. They stared us down for a moment, while some other students clutched their iron necklaces or slipped hands into pockets, making fists around what was probably salt, if I knew this floor well enough. I elbowed my lab partner in the side, and she shut up, em quickly following suit. Shockingly, we managed the rest of the meeting, finally slipping out and snickering, finally sharing all of the snide comments that had built up the whole time. Other students walked out glumly, faces pale, shoulders slumped.

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Why You Should Be Watching The Get Down

I finished watching it over this weekend and I thought I’d do a list for this Netflix gem because it’s nowhere near as appreciated as it should be:

- the fantastically talented young cast, there seriously isn’t a weak link anywhere here, but justice smith, herizen guardiola and shameik moore are absolute stars
- well realised three-dimensional lead characters, with realistic arcs and conflicts
- engaging secondary characters: like, there’s not really one secondary character who isn’t interesting in some way, shape or form
- poc representation, it’s seriously refreshing, speaking as a white person to have a show where almost none of the characters are white men, let alone white at all
- it’s co-created by baz luhrmann of moulin rouge fame, and if you like that you will most likely love this
- the scripting really really tight, with clear themes, satisfying plot progression and pacing, and fantastic dialogue
- fascinating mix of the historical and political, if you’re into that kinda thing
- positive female friendships and interaction!!!
- it’s seriously feelgood…not like in a cheesy, glee kinda way (sorry glee fans), the characters do have hardships and triumphs but the script never emotionally manipulates you, unlike certain other shows
- it honestly feels like an antidote to 2016 in general
- that being said, it explores some very serious themes and concepts and refuses to shy away from them
- the direction and art design…this is an incredibly stylistic show and looks amazing, the way it expresses its themes with some of the cuts is beautiful
- the original music… it’s just sex for the ears, frankly
- ezekiel figuero and his poems/raps
- mylene cruz
- herizen guardiola’s voice (technically an extension of the previous)
- shaolin fantastic
- lgbt representation, okay there’s only 2 characters thus far (both male, one white, one not) but a certain scene in the last recent episode and the cast hint at this being expanded in future episodes
- everything else…these are just my personal highlights but there is frankly so much to enjoy on this show

Not Another Teen Cliché (That Ended Up Being Totally Not Cliché At All)

Based somewhat off this.
Title based somewhat off this

The whole thing was malicious.

Chloe had been sitting at her lunch table with her friends enjoying one of the last high school meals they would have at that specific picnic table in Barden High’s courtyard.

“Look,” Alice Peterson sneered, pointing to one of their classmates sitting alone under a tree.

“It’s that Beca Mitchell girl,” one of Alice’s lackeys said with a grin.

Chloe shifted uncomfortably on her wooden bench spot. She glanced across at Aubrey who was silent throughout the conversation, despite her obvious discontent with the conversation and the girl in it.

“Shame,” Alice shook her head rhetorically, “some girls just can’t be as attractive as we can.”

It was conversations like those that made Chloe question why she ate lunch with those girls three of her four years of high school. Why she was friends with them and why she even put up with them a little bit.

“Bet even you can’t make her pretty,” a lackey noted, nodding at the girl across the way.

Alice sat and contemplated for a moment. “No,” she scoffs for a moment, “but I bet I know who could.”

All eyes turned to the redhead.

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