Honestly we could REALLY get into the fact that a lot of the insanity in Acotar is an excellent exercise in why you can't really separate the art from the author.

Sjm's zionism is OBVIOUS in the text. The ic destabilize governments to the detriment of people they will never have to care for, steal artifacts from other countries, displace people, cause invasions, commit war crimes for 50 years "for the greater good" all while their own people are living under unchecked brutality and poverty.

They are rich megalomaniacs that care for no one but themselves and their own emotional and material satisfaction and they are PRAISED for it. In fact anyone who even remotely disagrees with the IC is almost always one of the villains in the story (Beron, Tamlin, etc) as if to condition the reader that asking questions that are critical of the IC puts you on the wrong side of the narrative morally.

All of that sounds REALLL familiar huh?

"When actors try to do the important jobs on set" -TZP on tiktok

How much are we going to bet that the first "happiness..?" was Tzp mocking Matthew? 😭

I think my biggest smosh character unpopular opinion is that the Creekside Killer doesn't exist.

Ofc smosh characters (outside of sword af and baf legacy) don't really have any Canon, only characterization, really. (They are here to be comedic, not build a narrative.) BUT I think the Creekside Killer not existing is important for Sarah Christs' characterization. Or at least my characterization of her.

In the subtext of most of the jokes, the joke or part of the joke is that he isn't real, but a patchworked story/ enemy Sarah created. That's where the humor comes from.

She needs one convenient bad guy. Someone that represents the worst in the world. Because then she can beat it. Then there is a goal, something SHE can do.

I think the Creekside Killer is something her mind created to make her feel less helpless and lost. She is a super paranoid person, that gets pushed into being the straight man a lot because the people around her are unexceptionally over the top (redacted, chosen). When she is alone, the opposite shines threw.

This is the most clear the universal studios video. She is a mess in that video and the whole joke is that she spends the entirety of it (and her life tbh) on a wild goose chase after a man that isn't real.

On the other hand, I am also really interested in having him as a character. Be it from smosh or in fan works. Especially if he is also used as a metaphor for something bigger. I do want a Creekside Killer, but my first interpretation is the "correct" universe for me. The most faithful and true verison of Sarah.

The same how I enjoy BAF Legacy Chosen with him being actual supernatural and special in a way, while he isn't true Chosen in my mind.

I think I am always drawn to the more human interpretations of these characters.

Hi. Can we get an U for AlanGaipa? I just missed them soooo much. Please. 🥹

[U] + AlanGaipa was requested by five different people and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why it was so popular until I remembered that Alan and Gaipa are the only FK characters with actual adult jobs. No one requested [T] (for any pairing), but it’s one of my favorite fluff tropes and I wanted to write it, so I added it here. Hope y’all enjoy!

[U]ndressing them after a long day at work + [T]aking a bath together

Alan already had the bath running when Gaipa got home.

“How was work?” he asked as Gaipa walked straight into his arms.

“Over,” he mumbled into Alan’s neck.

Alan stroked his back and placed a soft kiss on top of his head. “You should have taken the day off,” he said. Gaipa worked too hard. It was one of the only sources of friction between them.

“No, I–I think it was good,” Gaipa said, pulling away. He didn’t go far, though. His arms were still wrapped around Alan’s waist as if he couldn’t stand the thought of letting him go. “It helped keep my mind off of things.”

Alan was grateful for that, at least, because his mind had been on Gaipa all day long.

In the sudden silence, Gaipa turned his attention towards the bathroom. “Are you running a bath?” he asked, finally stepping away.

“Oh, right,” Alan said, rushing into the next room. Luckily, the water hadn’t yet started to run over. He turned the tap off just in time.

“This is lovely,” Gaipa said, following him into the room. The lights were off, leaving the room lit only by candlelight and there was a pleasant aroma wafting over from the bubbles in the tub. “Is it for me?”

“It is,” Alan confirmed and then he ushered Gaipa closer to him. “Here. Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

He began by slowly unbuttoning Gaipa’s shirt and the whole time, Gaipa just watched him. Gaipa was usually very self-sufficient—he worked hard and wasn’t used to being doted on—so Alan liked to spoil him. He slipped the shirt off of Gaipa’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he did the same thing with his pants and boxers.

Soon, Gaipa was standing in front of him completely naked, but there wasn’t any eroticism to the moment like there normally would be. Instead, there was just a warm feeling of comfort. Of safety. Of coming home.

Alan cupped Gaipa’s cheeks in his hands and pulled him in for a long, slow kiss. When he backed away, Gaipa’s eyes stayed closed for several seconds longer as if he wanted the feeling to last.

“Enjoy your bath,” Alan whispered. “I’ll pour you a drink and then I’ll get out of here. What do you want? Wine or beer? I brought both in because I know you don’t usually like wine, but—”

“You can’t leave,” Gaipa said suddenly. “You have to join me.”

Alan shook his head. “No. This is for you to relax. To get your mind off of thing. You—”

“I want to relax with you. Please?”

And so, after stripping himself of his clothes, grabbing a beer for both of them, and turning on some soft, atmospheric music, Alan and Gaipa climbed into the bathtub together. It was a very large tub and they settled in easily with Gaipa’s back pressed against Alan’s front, with Gaipa’s head resting against Alan’s shoulder. Gaipa exhaled as if the weight of the world had been lifted from him. Alan didn’t say anything. He just held his boyfriend in his arms.

“I can’t believe it’s already been a year,” Gaipa said eventually. Alan squeezed him tighter. “I miss her so much.”

“She would be so proud of you,” Alan said. The words were sentimental, but they were also true. Despite being left with enough inheritance to stop working entirely, Gaipa had chosen to go to the market everyday, carrying on the legacy his mother had left behind.

“I was thinking today about how different my life is now,” Gaipa said. “Not just because she’s gone, but also because of you. It’s ironic that I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. I just wish she was here to see it.”

“She knows, baby,” Alan said, gently kissing the top of his head. “She knows.”

They stayed in the bath until the water started to cool and afterwards, Alan dried Gaipa off, dressed him, and they got into bed together to waste the last few hours of the day. Tomorrow would be better, but for now, at least they had each other.

LEGO Orphan Black

In the collection "Biographical and genealogical research on Francis J. Kinloch" from the South Carolina Historical Society archives, there was an 8-page mini biography of Francis Kinloch written by his granddaughter Sarah Lewis Lesesne (née Simons). Sarah was the daughter of Franics's daughter Anne Cleland Kinloch, who married Colonel Keating Lewis Simons. Included in this biography is a physical description of Francis Kinloch.

He is described as "tall & slender with delicate features, black hair & eyes, and a most agreeable expression of countenance." He also had "brilliant powers of conversation" and "was very fond of raillery."

Sarah Blake/Bela Talbot. One of them's a catgirl. You're interested?? Read it!! Sarah's a really fun POV to write!

For the Suptober prompts Black Cat and Portrait. Below is the opening:

Sarah Blake looks at the paper-covered painting she'd spent the past three weeks searching for, a glass of wine half-drunk in her hand. The painting is propped against the fireplace, and it looms, as portraits tend to. B, the little black cat that had followed her home from the auction house - the same day as when she got the commission, now she comes to think of it - sits upright next to her legs on the couch, ears twitching away from her fingers whenever she tried to stroke her. 

That's unusual, for this cat. Typically, she'd sprawl out over any available surface, mewl for attention until she got head scratches, and purr contentedly any time Sarah put her hands on her. Now she was stiff, tense. 

The only time Sarah had seen her like that before was when she'd tried to put a collar on her¹, and she'd ended up scratched and bitten so badly she'd had to go to the ER. When she got back, B wouldn't look at her, but kept following her from room to room, hissing if Sarah turned her face to her. Sarah, feeling incredibly guilty, had apologised out loud and showed B that she put the collar in the garbage, only realising after she'd done it that of course a cat wouldn't know what any of that meant. 

Strangely, though, it seemed to work. B had come back purring as soon as the lid closed over the trash. She even licked the bandage over Sarah's cuts, and pushed her head into her hand. 

B's a pretty funny cat overall. She has this unimpressed stare she levels at Sarah for such uncouth behaviour as 'bouncing a toy near her' and 'putting out cat food'². She gave a token grumble whenever Sarah scooped her up like a baby, but would dig her claws in if Sarah tried to put her down again before she was ready. She hops onto the counter when Sarah brings her research home (which is more often than she probably should, but hell, what else has she got to do on a Friday night?) and stares at the papers like she's reading them. More than once, B had put her paw on just the information Sarah had been looking for just after Sarah remarked on how she needed it³. 

"My good luck girl," Sarah had praised, and kissed B's furry little head. B's hackles had gone up from the smooch, but then she seemed to calm herself deliberately, and she flopped over the papers like she'd lost all her bones in a fit of lazy decadence. 

In the present, Sarah swirls her wine and surveys the hidden painting. 

"What do you think is wrong with it, B?" 

She's supposed to burn it. That's what the note said, which she'd found in an envelope taped to the back of the Picasso she'd just purchased. The note had been written in wobbly scratches of biro, addressed directly to her. It was lucky she was adept at reading awful handwriting - in the archiving business, it's essential - because the script was only barely legible. There had been $32,000 dollars in the envelope too. 

The flat out work of the last few weeks had been for the money and the chance at more,  she wasn't going to deny that, but part of it was her overactive curiosity. 

What's wrong with it? Ava's first thought had been haunting. She'd waved her EMF machine at it half heartedly after the delivery guy left, but the needles stayed dissatisfyingly still. She'd bought the thing on Amazon when a friend mentioned cold spots, but it turned out they'd just had a fault in their double glazing⁴. She hasn't heard from them in a while, not directly, but from her Facebook feed she knows that they haven't been murdered in their bed by a malevolent spirit so far. Which is good! Just, well, a little disappointing, is all...

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¹ The collar was baby pink, and had a little bell on the end.

² Sarah's never seen her eat it, but it always disappears by morning.

³ So, she talks to her cat, so what? Before B, she'd talk through her process with her toaster.

looking forward to pedro pascal as joel miller going absolutely apeshit crazy gunning down every motherfucker in site to get to his daughter ellie williams it's going to be amazing and i'm here for bloods guts and gore.

a list of some of the videos joel would send to sarah after she goes off to college because he misses having her around, for @clickergossip @bumblepony and @ameerawrites 🫰🏾

- joel and tommy going to the zoo because the tiger sarah has been obsessed with for years has cubs now, and theyre finally letting them out today for the public to see: “wow, would ya lookat that—hold on, can you see em? hold on—here. that’s good, over there, you see em? i remember when you were that little, babygirl. wow.”

- joel in his work shed whittling another “super-sarah” action figure to send off to her as he talks about how work and the sites have been, stopping once in a while to explain what he’s doing to her just like he did when she was little and sitting there to constantly nag him with questions

- him cleaning up her room and changing her bed at least once a week, even though there’s s nobody there to mess things up or dirty the sheets. what he discusses with her during these tidying sessions varies from week to week, but lately he’s been updating her on tommy and his new girlfriend: “so they’ve been goin steady for just about f—can you believe it? just about five months, now. tommy keeps talkin about celebratin their sixth month anniversary, and i keep tryin to tell him that makes no damn sense, logic-wise—but anyway. i guess i’m proud of him. you’d be teasin him to all hell, seein how gone he is for her. so head over heels, his boots might as well be in the sky. i know you said your too busy ti be dating right now, but just for the record: you ever get that over the moon for somebody, i’d better not be meetin em over videochat”

speaking of tommy!

when uncle tommy sends sarah a video one time, it’s him drunk off his ass in joel’s backseat, phone pressed way too close to his face, singing out a slurred but impressive “sarah sarah bo barah banana fanna fo farah, me mi mo marah sarahhhhhhhhhh. good god, bubba, do me and your daddy miss you. he’s over here drivin me nuts—,” “i’m drivin you to your place, you ungrateful little—,” “shut up! anyway, hope you’re havin fun over there in the big apple—my lady’s from the big apple, did ya know? she’s amazin. i hope you’ll get to meet her when you come down for break. just callin because i felt like talkin to ya—you know, your daddy’s a fuckin asshole and never lets me in his fuckin videos, so—,” “tommy!” “what??? im talkin!!! anyway, miss you so fuckin much, buggaboo—,” “tommy!” “what???” “watch your goddamn mou—better yet, just get off the fuckin phone! drunk dialin like youre 19 again, you fuckin idiot—” “asshole! you’re the one cursin!” “at you! doesn’t count! hang up the fuckin phone!” “it’s a video, stupid! and you’re calling me an idio—OW! JOEL! JOEL! GIVE IT BACK—!” “seeya later, babygirl. your uncle’s a  nuisance. i love you.”

Okay all ships aside ❣️ be respectful ❣️

Do we think sjm is gonna announce in the next six months-if we get the book next year- which couple it is about?

Or is she gonna drag it out with announcing no one or only one of the protagonist for marketing purposes?

Please please someone let Davey sing The Truth About The Moon. It would add so much more depth to his character (and you could add something else regarding him forgiving Jack after he scabbed) and it would add just more to the story in general. Like hopeless gay pining. I don’t care if Jack ends up with Katherine instead, we’re all used to canonical Jatherine anyways, but everyone would  be grateful with one sided Javid anyways, because one-sided Javid is still Javid. He could run away after the rally, like in the proshot, and then we just cut to him on the fire escape (from 92’sies) singing this. The fire escape wouldn’t even be too complicated or hard to do, just pop Ben Fankhauser on one of the large metal frame things used throughout the proshot (in case it wasn’t clear by proshot I mean the 2017 Disney+ version), or Ryan Kopel somewhere in the Troubadour (from what I heard about that theater, that also shouldn’t be too hard), or just someone, somewhere my point is that it wouldn’t be hard at all, and it would add so much more to the show, including just 3-5 more minutes! Also, it’s pretty obvious that TTATM (look mom I made an acronym) is more of a Davey song than a Sarah song. Was Sarah there when Jack betrayed the newsies? No! (At least I don’t think so) But was Davey there? Yes! Would Davey feel lied-to and betrayed? Yes! Would Dave need a whole song to process that (because he and Jack actually had a relationship, be it platonic or romantic, instead of just prolonged eye contact, barley any conversation, and maybe some aesthetic attraction), because Davey was actually part of the strike, therefore it probably felt like Jack’s betrayal had a more personal meaning/intention/whatever towards him? Yes! A thousand times yes! Also looking back at the song, I’m starting to believe that it was written for Davey, because of all the reasons I listed above, and they had to say it was the other sibling because, in case you haven’t noticed, Disney doesn’t really do gay (hate to get political but they literally supported the ‘Don’t Say Gay Bill’ until the realized “hey, this isn’t really helping our public image” and then suddenly opposed it) Look, I don’t even know who I’m trying to convince, because it’s not like any important Newsies people will see this, but still please someone let Davey Jacobs sing The Truth About The Moon. It would be awesome and great and so wonderful and just wow.

I assume you have a computer science degree or similar.

its true!

i really really liked computers and wanted to learn more

mostly because Chrono cross had that fun lil dev room easter eggs where the programmers showed off their god like power, but also partially because of a comical misunderstanding of the plot of Terminator

two lawyering moods

me: why am i always right

me: why is everyone else always wrong

Whoever thought that the conflict between Israel and Philistine is on the land, just walking in darkness.

The curse of the firstborn's blessings ☠️

♦ Ismael was Abraham (the father of our nation) firstborn's son from the maid Hagar. Yet Ismael He did not receive the blessing of the firstborn . The one who received the blessing was his brother Yitzchak ben Sarah who received the blessing of birthright. We are guessing that he did not sit down and clap his hands in applause for Yitzchak who received the blessing instead. Ismael created the seeds of jealousy.

Cause’ I’m ok, I’m pure propane

On an open flame. Watch me blow up

Panic attacks in paradise - Ashnikko

Kim Possible ass outfit