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manikas-whims · 1 year

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Reasons I despise Shadow and Bone

• Inej Ghafa in the books was an SA survivor and a girl who despite all that she went through, held hope close to her chest. Book Inej was so scared of the menagerie, she couldn't walk past it without the fear of being recaptured. She finally moved on from this fear when she choked Heleen at the Ice Court, stole her diamond choker and ran, calling her silks feathers. And finally believing that she was free after facing her fear, her abuser head on. So seeing the show Inej casually walk into the menagerie as well as merely shrugging upon hearing of Heleen's death this season, was not just extremely ooc but disrespectful and had zero depth.

• Kaz Brekker's disability was basically neglected this entire season and his cane treated like an accessory. Not only that they butchered the entire Kaz-Nikolai meeting in CK. Kaz would've immediately recognized Nikolai, like that was such a downgrade. Not to mention Nikolai threatening Kaz (and Jesper). Kaz wouldn't be threatened. Instead he'd make negotiations with Nikolai on his terms. Oh and most importantly, his entire backstory was rushed and played off like it was nothing serious. That intensity of two innocent small-town boys being tricked by an adult with agency and power, I couldn't feel it as much as I felt reading the books.

• Jesper Fahey's backstory is very emotional and beautiful. The memories with his mother and his coversations later on with his father, all lead up to him slowly accepting his grisha side more and embracing it. Embracing being a zowa. The show speed-ran through it and well, it lost its depth.

More importantly none of the backstory material makes much sense and lacks so much depth because there was nothing that lead to that development. The books, whatever transpires in SoC is what leads to and triggers their individual character developments. So any backstories stuffed in the show made no sense.

• Nina Zenik's bisexuality is completely erased by the show. Its like netflix is allergic to sapphics 😭

• Now Kanej! We got so much Kanej content we should be happy right? I agree. The scenes did give me a momentary high because those are some of my favorite parts of the books and its a blessing to be able to see them adapted on screen. Except, none of those scenes made sense, especially since season 1 barely hinted about some chemistry between the two and then season suddenly escalated all that slow burn into significant moments badly stashed into the show plot. I mean ofc we got the chapel scene and all but.. The whole wound patching-up scene was a pivotal moment in their relationship and it was completely downplayed in the show. And then there was also Kaz getting mad at Inej freeing some children from slavers? Like ofcourse even book Kaz would be slightly miffed but he wouldn't outright reprimand Inej and tell her she's off the team due to it, but thats what show Kaz did. And then after everything that happens, the sudden drop of “how will you have me” and the “without armor” dialogue completely did dirty to that moment. Like ofc she says “gloves on, fully clothed, head turned away so our lips never meet”. But in the books, Inej utters those words because of all the secrecy and lack of effort for pursuing a proper relationship between them. The “no armor” Inej says is addressed towards wanting him to be more open about himself (since Kaz knows basically everything about her, from her full name to how she was captured and ended up in Ketterdam) but Inej knows nothing about him, not even if Kaz Brekker is his real name. But the show made the “no armor” dialogue so bad. Its made Inej look so shallow as if she is merely speaking in terms of her physical wants.

Ohh and I did mention this in another post but everybody fucking knowing about Kaz's backstory? Everyone but Inej? The only person he actually tells in the books. Him even telling the fraction of stuff he tells Inej spoke volumes about their bond and how he trusted her enough to reveal this truth about himself. Show Kaz's past is revealed to Nina and Jesper casually walking in and listening??? WTF was that? And no Inej in thaf moment. Call it nitpicking but it was WRONG.

• Wesper has been reduced to the token gay couple of the show. Their sweet first encounter has been completely eradicated and they're turned into this typical trope of people who had a one night stand and accidentally met again. Their romance is so sexualised in the show, as many tend to do with queer ships (which is extremely disgusting imo). More importantly, we'll most likely never see the “no, not just girls” in that possible spin-off 🙂

• Ketterdam: the show has given no proper insight on Ketterdam. I bet most of the show only people don't understand much about the city and the gangs. I wonder if many even know whats a Dime Lion. And Pekka randomly having the stadwatch in cahoots with him was so shitty writing?

And these are just a few that i can remember right now. Also i don't want this post to get too long.

–» If you're one of those sheep fans, don't comment shit like “creators already told us its different from the books, so you shouldn't be mad” 🤪 cause I'll definitely delete your comment.

If you are one of those, scroll past this post. Cause what do y'all even mean? People can't freely discuss or criticize a piece of media now? STFU!

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saltpepperbeard · 8 months

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OBLIGATORY COMPLETE OFMD SEASON 2 TRAILER THOUGHTS AND RAMBLES POST™

Woo boy this is going to be a long one, and I mean, A LONG ONE LMAO. And, of course, all in good fun; i simply just Have To Scream and Incessantly Ramble. So, if you'd like to scream along with me, and read through an ESSAY OF THOUGHTS HERE SHDKJSDHS-

I just have to start things off with my babygirl. With the babygirlest of babygirls. LOOK at that pining. INSANE levels of pining. "When will my husband return from the war" levels of it, quite frankly PFFF. And with the hair back and the slut strands out too like???

I will say, it's very interesting to see him pining like this out in the open. I very much expected him to say locked away in his cabin most of the time, and stay entirely masked whenever he's out. But it seems like he makes STEPS towards healing rather early into the season, as the Kraken Getup seems to drop pretty quick. So, I'm very interested to know how that'll play into his dynamic with other characters (Fang, for example, seems to take notice, based on the comment he makes in the next screenie).

regardless, babygirl you're so strong and beautiful and i'm wrapping you in a blanket, kissing you on the forehead, and express shipping your man RIGHT into your arms. it'll get better, i promise.

but no really i'm going insane because like...just when edward teach couldn't get anymore beautiful, he really decides to pull up with a MESSY BUN???

HIIIIIII FANGY HI FRENCHIE HELLLOOOO MY SWEETHEARTS <3

I don't talk about Fang nearly as much as I should because I love him so much. I think getting a hug from him would Heal Me, actually. Like please hsdjkss he's so sweet- "I've never seen Blackbeard like this 🥺." CAN I GET HIM A PUPPY? I'M GETTING HIM A PUPPY.

Also please are they eating cake hsdksjks. ARE THEY EATING WEDDING CAKE. Imagine your raid is to crash a wedding, steal cake toppers, and then eat what's left of the wedding cake jskdhsdjkls. DREAM JOB???

AND THEN THIS. HOOOOO BOY. HOOOOOOOOOOO BOY.

when i tell y'all i am Foaming At The Mouth over this. Like, it obviously guts me to see Stede crying, but it makes me SO intrigued to know what made him come to the more stark realization, what made him flip from optimistic and bitchy to more somber and pained.

There SEEMS to be some sort of shift sometime around when he sees Ed's wanted poster, because there's that shot of him looking melancholic in the rain. But it doesn't quite seem as stark as THIS.

It makes me wonder if it's a gradual assembly of puzzle pieces, ie finding out about the marooning, then Lucius, then Ed's scourge across the Caribbean, etc etc. And it slooooowly dawns on him that his decision to leave in order to keep Ed happy ended up doing EXACTLY the opposite.

OR, I wonder if this is following the reunion—a PAINFUL one at that. Like, maybe he still was going into it a bit idyllic, and was holding onto the hope that it would still be alright...only for Ed to react poorly/in a way he never anticipated to see. He went into it maybe with a bit of anxiety, but ultimately leaned on the denial...only to have all the fears confirmed.

Or maybe it's a mixture of both. But either way, it's SO so interesting to see him have to SIT with it all. And even though it hurts to see HIM hurt, I'm actually very glad they addressed this and made him feel the heavier weight.

...Only to transition right into silliness here with this shot dHJKSDKLS. ed babe listen i get it. i Get It. i'm right there with you, babe.

BUT ALSO, makes me wonder what he was smoking in his pipe beforehand. Or maybe it was the transition from pipe to a straight BLUNT that got him shdjksd. Or MAYBE it was just ~*~the sapphic kush~*~ that took him out PFFFF. wlw on mlm violence idk.

SPEAKING of which...

here we go, lesbians. here we go, lesbians, come on. oH MY GOD, LESBIANS,,,

do you think anne and mary want me

BUT OKAY LMAO THESE TWO,,,

With that whole shot where it looks like Anne just kissed Stede, and the way they're both 👀👀 at Ed and Stede having their tense little interaction, I have to wonder if their gaydars go off and one or both subsequently decide to stir shit up PFFFF. Like, causing chaos by making Ed/Stede jealous type deal. And maybe Anne kissing Stede is what makes Ed choke on the blunt sdhkshdks WHO KNOWS.

Regardless, very excited to see the pairs interact. WHO KNOWS WHAT SORT OF MLM WLW SHENANIGANS WILL HAPPEN SDKJS.

And ALSO in relation to that scene, I just have to shdjksdhljksdkls over the editing because it took me out. Ed being like "And more importantly, no more Stede >:)" only to show his little wedding topper doll with Stede's subsequent "HULLOOO, IDWAD."

Killed me. KILLED ME DEAD. And also, a neat little way of editing call Ed out on his bullshit REAL FAST HSDJKSL. like, honey, you can try, but you know full and damn well that silly little guy has burrowed into the deepest chambers of your heart. he has your heart and you have his, WHOOPS.

Ricky, right? This is Ricky??

"WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY..."

So okay, a nose prosthesis is metal as hell, but that means we ALLLLLL know who he got tangled with PFFF. And I believe we see him in the Republic of Pirates talking to Stede and Co??? So I'm very VERY interested to see how that all devolves, and how he goes from vibing to wanting to throw hands.

Unless he was like, on some sort of reconnaissance mission for the British in the first place.

But I digress. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU HSDJKLSLKS

...The way I missed this SEVERAL times over, and didn't even see it until someone else pointed it out in another post.

IZZY WITH A HOOF PEGLEG. PRESUMABLY FROM THE UNICORN. BECAUSE WHERE ELSE WOULD THEY GET A WOODEN HOOF HSDKLJS.

But that also has me like 👁️👁️ for SO many different reasons. How did he lose a good portion of his leg? Was Stede the one to offer up the unicorn leg as a pegleg?

And TRULY, WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH HIM AND STEDE ANYWAY HSDKJLS LIKE I STILL CAN'T EVEN WRAP MY MIND FULLY AROUND THAT ONE,,,

My running theory is still that like...Izzy wanted a very specific version of Blackbeard. Izzy wanted someone who no longer exists, or maybe never existed to begin with. And so Izzy thought he was doing right by taking Stede out of the picture and nudging Ed back into a more viscous type of pirating...

Only for that to COMPLETELY backfire, and for Ed to get far more unstable. And like, something something Izzy was already complaining about Ed's "erratic moods" and "questionable decisions" BEFORE Stede came into the picture, so I doubt he's going to be content with Ed's turmoil and all the impulsivity that'll likely come with it.

So maybe, MAYBE, I'm thinking he'll have a bit of growth by realizing that Ed and Stede need each other, or maybe that Ed was way happier when things were smoother between him and Stede, at least. And knowing him and his characterization lol, it might not even be a selfless realization/decision. Maybe he'll only be doing it because he wants a less emotional version of Ed, and thinks that having Stede around and being cordial with him will allow that to happen.

And maybe it leads to even MORE growth when he gets roped into training Stede/the crew idk.

Regardless, REGARDLESS, they are one of the last pairs I ever expected to team up, because they were ACTIVELY bitching at each other all through last season HSDJKS.

HI AGAIN OLU MY SWEET LOVELY OLU MY SWEETHEART DARLING <3

BUT WHO ARE WE FIGHTING, SIR. WHAT'S THE TEA????

I'm not 100% certain, but it SEEMS like this is at Jackie's, or at least in the Republic of Pirates somewhere. And based on Ricky's injury, and also other little tidbits of footage, it SEEMS like something goes down there. Maybe some sort of scuffle between the Navy and our guys or something equivalent that snowballs into even ~*~Larger Problems~*~

SEE BECAUSE YEAH—EXPLOSIONS?? CANNON FIRE??? WHAT'RE Y'ALL DOIIINNNGGG LMAO.

And it's so wild because I definitely see Olu (with the CROCS OFC LMAO) and Pete, and then I THINK I see Lucius and Izzy in that mix too??? So like,,,

WHAT DID Y'ALL GET TANGLED IN SDHJKSKLS. AND WHERE IN THE SEASON WOULD THIS FALL??????

Oh this hurts lol. This one hurts. This one hurts a LOT. Stede Bonnet stop breaking my heart Challenge: impossible.

Because that's his home. That's his soul placed into a ship. That's the conglomeration of his hope, and heart, and adventure, and family,,,

And it's in RUINS.

LIKE, CAN THINGS STOP GOING BADLY FOR HIM ACTUALLY HSDKJS. CAN HE STOP GETTING DECKED BY HIS TRAUMA OVER AND OVER AND OVER. BECAUSE,,,

Fresh off the "you defile beautiful things/you're a monster/you're a failure/you ruin everything you touch" train, and he comes back to this. And if this is after he reunites with Ed and realizes things are bad, then man, that'll be even WORSE.

LIKE, NUMEROUS CHAMBERS OF HIS HEART HAVE BEEN SHREDDED. HIS HOME AND HEART ARE BROKEN.

mmMMmmmMMMMMM DAVID CAN WE MAYBE NOT <3 SHDJKLSKS

BUT, off we go cartwheeling from that footage to a VERY interesting bit of dialogue from Stede:

"The entire escape relies on this."

Escape?? ESCAPE???

Here I was thinking they enlisted they help of the Red Flag Fleet and/or Susan to try and catch up with the Revenge. So, ESCAPE???????

Did they get captured? Snatched up from the Republic of Pirates or something equivalent? Does someone have beef with Ed and holds Stede and Co hostage because they're trying to aid him?

OR, are they voluntarily on that ship to hide/lay low from the Navy or something, but their cover has been blown, and they have to quickly flee back onto the Revenge?

Very very inch resting whatever the case.

...

STEDE. FOOKIN. BONNET,,,

🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎

LIKE SIR, WHAT THE FUCK SHDSKD, Y'KNOW??? WITH THE STIDDIES OUT AND THE EARRING AND THE SCRUFF,,,

GOD LMAO. JESUS CHALUPA. CEASE.

like, you're telling me ed is going to see him like this and isn't going to IMMEDIATELY drop and start tying his hair into a ponytail? mmmMMKAY

BUT OKAY—ACTUALLY, that joke sort of brings me to a more angsty theory, because of course it does lol. I have to wonder if Stede is dressing like this because he legitimately wants to, OR, if it's because he feels like he has to.

Like, something something he's trying to do everything he can to win respect and establish himself and ALSO win back his man. And, something something he is ONCE AGAIN doing what HE thinks Ed wants, as opposed to what Ed might ACTUALLY want. Like, "Oh, he's a notorious pirate. He'll like me again if I have a little more gruff and backbone, right? That's what pirates like, right???"

LIKE NO YOU DOOFUS HSDSHDS HE LOVES YOU AS YOU ARE, JUST AS YOU LOVE HIM HOW HE IS. AND HE DREAMS OF DRESSING IN A DRESS WHEN MARRYING YOU. SO LIKE,,,

IF THAT IS INDEED THE CASE, I'M BEATING ED TO THE CHASE AND HEADBUTTING HIM MYSELF HSDKJLSDS.

*grumbling* even though it's a very VERY good look on him, so i hope it's more on his own volition.

I just want him to feel comfortable as HIMSELF, and feel like he doesn't have to perform/conform to anything. And I think there's something very deeply queer about him and Ed BOTH going through that. They're BOTH trying to figure themselves out and what they're comfortable with and who they want to be. And I hope that, IF this is his look, it's something that HE wants entirely.

((Which makes me raise my eyebrows a bit more because of the Cunty Red Jacket. Because he's CUNT. And also his curls are more pronounced when he wears that too. SooOOOoooOOO?????? VERY interested to see what he wants, and where he comfortably settles))

AND GODDDDDD ONTO YET ANOTHER VERY EYEBROW RAISING PART LMAO.

So, we've seen that shot of someone falling into the water like 80 million times at this point. And this trailer ALSO showed an additional shot of said person SINKING into the gloom. At least, I THINK it was the same person/connected. Again, could be a total misdirect lol.

And then we've seen all the blue-tinted shots of Ed off on his own somewhere, fight someone/something all the while being accompanied by some unknown figure.

And BECAUSE of the tinting/consistent lighting, and BECAUSE of the figure accompanying him, I have to also wonder like others similarly are...

Is this a DREAM???

Is this some sort of unconscious sequence where Ed works through trauma/hurt/demons? Is that person with him the ghost of Hornigold or another significant figure from his past? And does said sequence end with him jumping from the cliff and allowing the Kraken to disappear back to the gloom???

But something that makes that whole theory SUS is the shots we've gotten of someone, presumably Ed, coming up out of the ocean. And it's not tinted blue like all of these other shots are.

So it's just hsdjkhsdjksdhskjdhsjksfs??????

Regardless, REGARDLESS, I think all of this points to Ed going on some sort of journey, some sort of bout of self-discovery and self-acceptance. I think he's going to heal parts of himself, or at least SETTLE with parts of himself, no matter the circumstances. And that would be so good because I want that so badly for him. I want him to be able to do that for himself.

...AND SPEAKING OF HEALING SHDJKSKLS

BUNNY. BUNNET. SIR THAT'S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT STEDE BUNNET.

but omfg this is yet another case of my brain not being able to piece together timelines. because ed babe where ARE you. "BABYGIRL WHERE ARE YEEEWW..."

He looks so soft, and also has on a different ring??? An emerald/cyan looking ring??? AND THE KRAKEN RING THAT TAIKA ALWAYS WEARS HSDKJS.

So I just hsdjkhdjklsdhdjklshsjkls. "jodi you'e literally going to find out in like less than a month" I KNOW I KNOW OKAY BUT THAT DOESN'T PREVENT ME FROM GNAWING ON MY DESK FOR 18-ISH MORE DAYS HSDKJLS.

Also, as an aside, I SO very hope this leads to Fangy getting a puppy. I SO very hope that the "pets befouling the ship" clause is scratched from the rulebook PFFFF.

LOOK AT MY SWEETHEARTS HAVING FUN. LOOK AT JIM BEING UNHINGED SHDKJSS LOVE THAT FOR THEM. SERIOUS GOOSE IS BACK TO SILLY GOOSE!!! LOOK AT STEDE LOOKING LIKE A PROUD DAD. THIS IS THE SHIT I'M HERE FOR!!!

also hi hello is that archie. dO YOU THINK ARCHIE WANTS M-(GUNSHOTS)

i'll just be in the corner sobbing over being attracted to so many of these damn pirates. like, it's an Issue

...mmMMMMMM ONLY FOR ME TO TRANSITION RIGHT BACK INTO ANGST TERRITORY LMAO. BECAUSE STEDE, DARLING, WHAT IS THAT INJURY???

I've seen people theorize it's a stab wound, a bullet wound, or some sort of wound that was burned/cauterized. Either way, EITHER WAY, OUCH??? CAN MY DARLING PLEASE KNOW PEACE HSDJKSDKL

Also again, this all plays back into my theory that they're having a party, only to get crashed by some sort of navy personal or another pirate bounty hunter of some variety. And Stede gets captured/tortured.

*Banging pots and pans together* WHEEEEERE ARE WE IN THE TIMELINE WHERE ARE WE IN THE TIMELINE WHERE ARE WE HSDJKLSHDLKS

Same shirt, but has his EARRING. And is BATTLING A SHIT TON OF PEOPLE. So I would assume this comes AFTER the party fiasco, but also jsjshdjkshlJKHDKLS????

Also the CONCERN on his face is so striking. It makes me wonder if he's looking at Ed. ESPECIALLY because—

SAME BEACH, SAME BATTLE??? SEPARATED BY THE PARTY FIASCO AND ARE NOW FIGHTING TO GET TO ONE ANOTHER?????

But two things about this shot. Well, three, if you count me absolutely FOAMING at the mouth at getting to see Ed battle because hsdjhsjkhsdjkls bARK,,,

One, his sword is bloody. Love that for him. King shit. Slicing and dicing.

BUT TWO, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, HE APPEARS TO BE HOLDING HIS RIGHT SIDE. NOT THE LEFT SIDE WHERE HE'S BEEN STABBED LIKE 12+ TIMES, BUT THE RIGHT.

HE GETS INJURED??? DO THEY BOTH GET INJURED?????? DAVID I KNOW WE HAVE LIKE 18+ DAYS LEFT BUT I'M DYING OVER HERE HSDJKSLDS

oh hi izzy lmao the way i did not expect the hardest line in the trailer to come from him.

"You don't know the first thing about piracy. It's not about glory, it's about belonging to something."

God. GOD. I really feel like he's going to end up surprising me so much this season lmao.

((BECAUSE NOT TO MENTION, THE FACT THAT HE'S TALKING TO RICKY, AND IT JUST SEEMS,,, 👀))

oh god y'all lmao. want to see how loud i can scream. because, i missed this my first few watches, and didn't even notice until it was later pointed out in people's posts, but,,,

LUCIUS!!! L U C I U S!!!!!! MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND LUCIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BEARD, WOODEN FINGER, AND ALL.

MY DARLING. MY GUY. MY BESTIE!!!!!!!

Listen, I was like 99.9999999999999999% sure he was alive okay lol. Because NARRATIVELY, he had to be. NARRATIVELY, I think his death would have sent things into irreparable places. Also, silly little pirate rom/com; Y'ALL CAN'T KILL OFF ONE OF THE MOST BELOVED CHARACTERS LMAO LIKE NO WAY.

But regardless, I'm so happy to see him. I'm SO so happy to see him. AND I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM REUNITE WITH PETE, AS WELL AS SEE HIS REAL AWKWARD INTERACTIONS WITH ED, I'M SURE HSDJKS

Obligatory Wee John in drag mention/shoutout. Because come on now. COME ON NOW. HE'S FUCKING SERVING. ABSOLUTELY SLAYING. THAT BLUE LOOKS SO SO FUCKING GOOD ON HIM TOO. AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY FOR KRISTIAN AS WELL LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

Annnnnnd Obligatory Tealoranges mention/shoutout because goodness, look at them. LOOK at them. LOOK HOW SOFT JIM LOOKS. LOOK HOW SWEET THEY ARE. I'M EATING MY ARM!!!

*Baywatch Theme starts playing*

But okay okay what are we thinking:

Training montage/sequence? Or romantic moment?

STEDE'S ROCKY MOMENT LMAO, OR STEDE'S ROMANTIC HERO MOMENT. RUNNING TO GET GAINS, OR RUNNING TO GET HIS MAN.

OOOOOOO BITCH LMAO. OOOOOOOOOOOO BITCH. *RUBS HANDS TOGETHER*

and also snorting at ed's eyes because, just when i think they can't get any bigger,,, just when i think he can't possibly get even More Eyes than usual,,,

But okay hi hello WOWZERS this sequence. This one REALLY has my brain churning.

And I'm subsequently in the camp of thinking that this is very very soon after their reunion, if not their REUNION PROPER. I'm sort of leaning more towards the former, because something tells me they'd want to keep their reunion proper a secret/save it, since it'll likely be a very pivotal moment.

But regardless, SOMETHING SOMETHING SEASON 1 EP3 MIRROR? STEDE FINDS ED INJURED AND WATCHES OVER HIM???? I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW HYPE THAT WOULD MAKE MEEEEE HURT/COMFORT AND PARALLELS MY BELOVED!!!

Because Ed is DEFINITELY injured. Blood on the side of his head, various cuts and bruises across his face, etc etc. And Stede looks very Concerned when he calls his name. So I'm just 👀

Not to mention also, Ed seems VERY out of it. His eyes are wide/glazed-looking in all of the subsequent shots. And his first reaction is to headbutt Stede away shdkjshdkjs.

So again, the theory that it's right around their reunion seems very plausible, based upon reactions and outfits and the like. BUT WHO KNOWS.

also, for the record, still sobbing at how stede keeps his arm protectively draped over ed during these shots,,,

AND *RUBS HANDS OVER THIS ONE TOO*

,,,and maybe also *wipes tears away* because he just looks so SERENE. he looks so CALM. i have to wonder if this is after a pivotal moment in his healing, be it from his own realizations, an intimate conversation with stede, or both.

i just hope he's legitimately feeling better right here because i want that for him. i want that SO bad for him. I WANT THE WORLD FOR HIM!!!

Annnnnnnd ending it off with this shot because omfg. Three things.

One, JACKIE AND ED GIRLS NIGHT REAL,,,

Two, Ed trying something "different" has me sobbing and throwing up. He just wants to be comfortable. He just wants to be HIMSELF. He just wants to stop PERFORMING AND MASKING.

Three, THE SWEDE AND JACKIE LMAO??? SWACKIE??? THE SWEDE LOOKING SO INCREDIBLY HOT??? THEY WERE NOT LYING WHEN THEY SAID EVERYONE WAS GOING TO BE HOT SHDJKSD

anyway, if you made it this far, then bless you and your resilience LMAO. but also if you made it this far, you're probably just as excited as i am. like, after this trailer, after seeing all of our darlings and seeing the silliness and seeing the interactions...

idk, i'm just feeling THAT much happier. i'm feeling THAT much more confident in our showrunners/cast/crew. and i cannot WAIT to continue feeling happy with all of y'all <3

18 DAYS AND COUNTING. CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HOW WRONG I AM LMAOOOO <333

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trashcatsnark · 1 year

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Saw the ask about dahlia and the which seed sibling took her virginity and now I'm obsessed I HAVE to know how each of them would react to being Dahlia's first and also how Dahlia reacts to each of them pls i'm crying screaming throwing up

Hehehe, I'm just cackling to myself about the eagerness to just know how popping this Junior Deputy's cherry goes, thank you so much for asking!

This is gonna be long and triggering so, TW: noncon, violence, gross kink shit, and gross ideas about virginity

So, I think all the Seeds would take a level of pride in it, like all the Seeds are a certain level of gross. They're all going to have a certain level of idea that being her first means something more than it does, ya know- like that concept of being someone's first sexual partner meaning you have some sort of entitlement/ownership of that person and that its more special because no one else had them which stims entirely from insecurity and grossness. But thats the Seed siblings.

Joseph is canonically is intended to be the one who pops her cherry, for him I think there is the least amount of smugness but the most amount of entitlement. Like to him this is obviously how it's meant to be, his divine right, a gift from the lord to replace all that he has lost, reimbursement for his sacrifices- of course, he is meant to be her first and she is an 'unspoiled gift' (Gross Joe, Gross) And definitely of the mindset of cherishing that gift (just ignore the whole violence, drugging, non-conning, and violation- that's just gods will, ya know?)

But like as far as siblings to lose her virginity too- Joseph's probably one of the better options just because he's gonna take his god damn time. Like, Joseph fucks- we done knew, rn the idea of him like having her drugged with lowgrade bliss and brought to him is the idea sticking with me most. Like, so she's going to be more uhhh pliant than she would usually be, he's going to eat her out, finger her, make sure she's prepped. Definitely already referring to himself as her husband as he does it, also probably as the father and her as wife and 'my child' which yeah- he's like that ya know.

Definitely cums inside of her- not wasting a drop anywhere, he is trying to get her pregnant as soon as fucking possible.

Definitely private like in his little living quarters tucked away on his compound and candlelit, intimate vibes.

Faith is probably the second nicest with it, if she had gotten to be Dahlia's first. Definitely, would also have her drugged. Also, given her lack of peepis- lot of focus on eating pussy, fingers, but also definitely has a strap I imagine. Faith in my brain is a seasoned sapphic woman, she knows what to do and what to have on hand.

Definitely not as private- Faith is a 'fucks in a field of flowers' kind of woman. Groping and touching a dizzy drugged Dahlia, pulling her clothes off, touching her everywhere in broad daylight surrounded by bliss flowers. Taking care of her, massaging her (i imagine Faith giving Bliss Oil massages a lot)

Lots of compliments and praise, saying how pretty Dahlia is, how perfect she is- how it was always going to be this way and just think of how happy they'll be, think of the life they'll build together~

But I also imagine she's more smug and a little more selfish, for lack of a better word. IE- Faith is sitting on Dahlia's drugged fucking face and grinding until she gets off. Like she is not only gonna focus on Dahlia's pleasure, she is gonna get hers. She's also more smug, specifically around John- I imagine John is the one she has the most sibling like relationship with- like they pick on and bully each other. Definitely would brag about being her first and definitely uses being the only other woman as a smug point like- small jabs about how she knows a woman's body better, Dahlia needs a woman's touch~

John is so fucking smug and insufferable- both in general and about this. My plan is for him to actually develop feelings for Dahlia first, so that already grants him a certain level of entitlement and then learning he has to share was a nightmare.

I don't imagine John being particularly... soft. He's very reckless and impulsive, imo. Like he's the kind of guy who gets frustrated and flips shit, tries to drown her just because he's mad- he acts on his emotions. I could definitely see his as being more heat of the moment, struggling for something- she breaks free during another attempted confession- wrestling for a weapon, but then violence as it often does for John starts to blur that line and he wants more of her, because she's his and he wants her and he's entitled to her and in his own fucked up head this is love, pain is love, and hands start moving.

For him it's more greedy, desperate, taking what he wants and the fact he's her first, the fact she's never been anyone elses just cements more in his mind that she is his. Its more selfish and focused on him and taking and down the road he may regret not being more loving or gentle or romantic because a part of him wants to be those things- but in the moment he took what he wanted and he wanted her.

Definitely would feel like being her first makes her more his than anyone elses, already kind of feels that way regardless, that she was meant for him- the proof a life of suffering and atonement and constantly trying and failing to feel like he was enough was finally rewarded by being given her.

Jacob is by far the roughest and the least romantic about that shit. Like he always to me felt the most accutely ware that what they're doing is fucked up- he's just cool with doing fucked up things cause he thinks sometimes you gotta. Which makes him weirdly less redeemable but also like more understandable.

Deffo gets off on that same level of 'ownership' and it being a claim, but he's less like 'oh my wife gifted by god' and more just, 'this is mine i get to have it because I'm able to take it, fuck you'

He wants to make her feel owned, like a tool- like she belongs to him.I could see him doing it front of the cages, in front of other prisoners, Pratt, chosen, cultists- its not meant to be soft or kind, he's proving who she belongs to and humiliation can be a good... corrective tool in his mind.

Brutal, rough, in the mud- barely any foreplay, (this is disciplinary sex goddamn it), worst candidate to take her virginity or best depending on your vibe Deffo no drugging like Joe and Faith since he wants her to be very fucking aware and frankly wants her to fight him a bit, wants her to feel how fucking helpless she is.

Definitely smug and proud of it, never lets her forget who her first was- also never lets John forget when he's being particularly annoying.

As far as Dahl's reactions to each one. Regardless, there's that level of violation and trauma. She tries to downplay it, of course they'd do that- they do fucked up things, just another thing to a long list. Compartmentalize, try to ignore how much she's struggling because everyone is. Jacob would be the most visceral for her and feel the most brutalized after because- Jacob. But in a weird way, I think mentally she'd almost prefer that because it'd be less... confusing. Like with Jacob there is no reverence or insistence that it's more, he doesn't muddy the waters so much (untill he does), either way her first time will be very... memorable.

#far cry 5 #fc5 #joseph seed #faith seed #john seed #jacob seed #dahlia hale #tw: noncon #tw: violence #tw: drugging

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @vaguely-functional-directions !

✨10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags✨

1. Isadora Quagmire (asoue)

My funky little sapphic poet! While not much of a personality in canon sadly, the fandom has built her as a sassy, clever and just wonderful girl and I just love her. I also love her name. Literally Isadora is the name that's on top for me to name my future daughter.

2. Brittany S. Pierce (Glee)

Brittany gets me. I get Brittany. Listen... when I was in middle school, I was in a... not very nice class. People basically did not let me be myself, because every time I was myself I was "weird", "annoying", etc. So, as a way to provoke them, I acted even more weird and annoying than I actually was and as a defense mechanism I tried to confuse them - cause if I confused them, they would leave me alone and I would "win" the argument.

I really see that with Brittany. But in her case, it has gone so far that she actually believes it herself, and it makes her not succeed in school because she has believed she's dumb (when she's actually super smart). When people call Brittany annoying and strange, I just feel like they don't understand her like I do.

Love ya, Britt-Britt <3

3. Francesca Caviglia (Violetta)

Where do I begin? Francesca has been my very favorite from the beginning. Not only is she super talented, I also always loved how much she cares about her friends. She's also... me. Like not only with things she says but also how she acts. Just see how she acts when her friend sings? Her facial expressions? Her little hand movements? Random noises? ME.

I have SO many Fran pictures but why not take my profile pic, *puts hair behind ear in bisexual*

4. Jessi Glaser (Big Mouth)

I talk about Big Mouth once a year, and that's when a new season drops. People have been critical of this show, calling it gross and inappropriate... but you know that, it's super funny and it came out right when I needed it. So shut up.

Jessi is... honestly my favorite out of the kids. She always has something to fight or struggle with, and that's when you get so happy for her when she pushes through it, and becomes stronger. She also has the best hormone monstress.

5. Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

At first, I didn't think much of her, but after watching season 3 she instantly became my fave. And in season 4?? AUGH!!! <333

Max is honestly. Iconic. I love her so mcfucking much I can't even express it. I cried in the last ep of s4 when I, for a moment, actually thought she was lost. She made s4, and she made s3. She's a queen, she's a girlboss, she's a precious angel and a badass. She's everything.

6. Yamila "Yam" Sanchez (Soy Luna)

When first watching the show, I totally expected Ámbar to be my favorite (and I LOVE Ámbar and writing and obsessing over her) but NO ONE TOLD ME about Yam. NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS AMAZING GIRL?!??!

Literally she... she acts like I would in so many situations. She's so chaotic, but at the same time so talented and an amazing friend. While she's the ultimate chaos girl, she's also really down to earth. When she isn't a tornado goofball, she's the one to talk some sense into her friends.

Also 70% of her tag is just my own posts and I lowkey look forward to the day someone goes through her tag (which barely happens cause no one looks through Jim or Yam's tags) and just likes them all

Also I had very little pictures of Yam alone (a lot of them are with Jim), so I picked this one simply because it brings no context at all and also it's chaotic. Why is she crawling? I dunno

7. Riley Mattews (GMW)

SUNSHINE BABY GIRL. I love her and Maya equally, but I picked her simply because people have an easier time hating on her for just existing. I don't like that. Stop that. I also relate to her a lot (we've established at this point that I personally relate to the "weird girls").

With that said, without Maya she's not herself. She needs Maya. They're soulmates, they complete each other. I am also happy they were "endgame" and definitely dated without realizing <3 I mean, in one of the last episodes Riley LITERALLY GOES "Maya, what if we don't care about our boyfriends as much as we care about each other?"

8. Ashlyn Caswell (HSMTMTS)

ASHLYN IS MY CANON JEWISH BISEXUAL AND I LOVE HER SO VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She has been my favorite since the beginning. A smiling little goofball that deserves the world. She has so much love to give, she cares so much about everyone she knows. Also, I really felt she wasn't straight from the beginning. Shipped her with Nini in s1 due to their piano duet and shipped her with Gina in s2. Her journey in s3?? OH MY GOSH sadaffg

I CAN PERSONALLY RELATE TO BEING HUGGED BY A GIRL AT CAMP AND HAVING AN "OH" MOMENT. LITERALLY THAT HAPPENED TO ME. NOT JOKING.

9. Beverly Marsh (IT)

Beverly... gosh, she's special to me. Not only was she the most interesting character to follow in the 2017 movie, she was also the most interesting character to follow in the book. When I read the book, I overanalysed everything Beverly-related. Like, to the point where I could recite what the friends she had outside of the losers club were named (I don't remember anymore except for Kay McCall but that was when Bev was an adult, there were so many random characters in that book that were just mentioned as "oh, this was their friend when they were 7 also they borrowed them this book")

Protect Beverly at all costs.

10. Casey Gardner (Atypical)

Wow me?? Ok, no, I don't like running tracks like she does (I have asthma so running is the worst for me) but like... her energy? I feel like the way she talks and gestures... me!!

I don't know what else to say hahaha but I love her

Alrighty! So, I now need to tag people too. No pressure on doing this, though! Tagging:

@ven10 @broke-on-books @countessofravenclaw @moonlark-sparkles @sapphic-squid @funkyliloboist and honestly anyone else who wants to! <3

#i know you're supposed to tag 10 people #and I do have more than 10 mututals #but I am just too lazy #also you were probably supposed to keep things short. haha. not me #isadora quagmire #brittany s pierce #francesca caviglia #jessi glaser #max mayfield #yamila sanchez #riley matthews #ashlyn caswell #beverly marsh #casey gardner

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chocochipjewel · 1 month

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Soo... it's officially been a year since The Owl House ended, and I wanted to share my feelings about it.

I really wanted to draw something for this but I just didn't feel that motivation so a text post about my favourite characters will have to do.

I only really got into the show because of Lumity in season 2 and then the serious plot that followed, and even then I did not keep up with the fandom until AFTER the finale. Dare I say the finale is what got me into being active on Tumblr again in the first place, where I've had lots of fun and made good memories.

What is there to say about this show that hasn't already been said? I have my own issues with some of its elements, especially regarding Belos (about which I'm making a separate post) but beyond all the flaws, beyond all the rushed plotlines, be it cause of the shortening or the show's production itself, I still love this show to bits. It's not perfect, but it's just good enough that it has always made held my imagination and made me wonder about what more it could have been.

But now I just want to talk about my favourite parts of the show that aren't Belos related, since I feel like I don't talk about the other characters as much.

I LOVE Luz. For a while I did not like her because in some ways I related to her too much even though I'm not neurodivergent, but over time I've softened up to her immensely. I'm just a little older than her myself, and she just feels like someone I could see myself being friends with so much. I don't like parts of her arc in season 3 but overall she is such a good protagonist and just. Such a hopeful character.

Lumity is what got me into the show like it did for most others and for good reason. Though it became overhyped as time went on, and though I am also a multishipper, it still deserves the praise for pushing the boundaries of representation and just being adorable and showing two cute sapphics loving each other.

Eda and Lilith are one of my favourites too. Like with most parts of the show, I feel like their arc was rushed through but I love what we got. Eda is the kind of character who just makes me happy and Lilith is someone I desperately wish we saw more of cause what we got was really interesting for her.

Raeda is probably my favourite ship in this show overall. I just love me some old gays. Raine is another one of my top characters and everything from their design to their voice is dropping with charisma.

The magic system in this show is a delight, the glyphs are creative and expressive, the world is colourful, and the show just always has a piece of my heart in it, flaws and all.

I love some of other characters too and some other parts too, but these are the standouts for me. I guess I just wanted to put it into words to thank this show for all the memories, one year later.

Hope the fandom stays strong as time goes on, but either way, I love this show <3

#the owl house #toh #jewel talks about stuff #yes i officially made a tag for posts i make myself #watching and dreaming

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alexwatchesshows · 4 months

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Black Sails IX (S2E1) review

Spoilers for up to and including E9.

"Great men are made great by one thing and one thing only— the relentless pursuit of a better world. They don't give up that pursuit; they don't know how, and that's what makes them invincible"- Miranda Hamilton/Barlow

We start with a cold open, much like the beginning of E1, with a pirate crew boarding a merchant ship. The captain of the merchant ship is a bit of a pirate stan, and also basically runs us through all the stuff we thought we'd learnt about pirates in S1: "these are men not monsters", fear is only used as a tool for surrender, if they surrender easily they shouldn't be hurt, etc. Basically all the stuff that proved that pirates were just men forced into a violent job and further demonised by "civilisation"'s propaganda. Then that's all turned on its head by Ned Low. To be honest, I don't like Ned Low (obviously not as a person, but even as a character), he does nothing for me. I guess he's useful to add some complexity to the whole pirates thing, but inherently bad/evil characters do very little for me personally. Then we get a little hint of plot with Abigail Ashe, a girl presumably of the british upper class, who was drugged and kept on board the merchant vessel. Nothing's come of that yet, though.

Then Ned Low heads off to Nassau, which could honestly already do with less of whatever the hell he's trying to sell. I feel like Ned Low would be a customer service worker's nightmare. He gets fined for blood-soaked property, then goes to flirt with Eleanor to get a refund or whatever. Eleanor, meanwhile, is a bit done with men. Vane seems to be loving the idea of having control of the fort and, therefore, Nassau, but, as we saw with his crew in S1, he can't actually be bothered to do anything to, you know, control it. He's got his power and now he's happy to let the world fall apart around him. Then he goes on a random rant comparing himself to Eleanor and just making a bunch of assumptions that don't necessarily ring true. Eleanor is not having a good day with men imposing their emotions/experiences on her, so it tracks that when Ned Low comes and tries to do basically the exact same thing she tells him to leave. I've never loved her more.

Over in the brothel, Jack is having a shit time of it. The one thing he truly cares about is his name, and Vane has well and truly ruined that for him. Anne is sympathetic, but unfortunately the only form of comfort she knows how to offer is murder, which wouldn't really work in these circumstances. It probably also doesn't help that it was partially her murdering that got Jack into his current situation. Max tries to smooth things over with both of them, which doesn't really work to begin with, and is definitely worsened by her just fully owning up to selling leads without Jack or Anne's knowledge (even if her reasoning was sound), then we get that scene with Max and Anne. We had hints of this coming up, and anyone who knows much about Anne Bonny as a historical figure knows that she wasn't straight, but I didn't fully expect this specific relationship. I also didn't fully trust Black Sails to do such beautiful queer representation (the only previous sapphic relationship felt very directed towards the male gaze and generally pretty awkward, not quite forced, but it didn't feel natural like this did). This, though, is emotional and beautiful and soft. The way Anne goes from holding the knife to Max's throat to dropping it as the kiss goes on, the way Max doesn't seem worried by Anne's holding the knife. This is quite possibly the most romantic show of intimacy on the show so far.

The main focus of this episode, though, was the Walrus crew and their attack on the Spanish warship. Flint looks like he's had a haircut, which is a very relatable way of responding to his life falling apart, but is also unlikely given that this picks up right where season 1 left off, so it's probably just the good old nearly drowning treatment. Silver still calls him captain, which is interesting, but maybe that's just how he sees Flint or he's trying to stay in the man's good books; to be fair, Dufresne calling him "Mr. Flint" just sounds wrong. Dufresne's logic, combined with Flint's ability to manipulate people (the whole "fucking warship" speech was very effective) manage to win him and Silver a loose kind of pardon. Obviously being executed isn't ideal, but Flint clearly hates the idea of being removed from the crew of the Walrus (or I guess the unnamed Spanish warship now) almost as much. Silver, on the other hand, is just happy to take any chance at survival that anyone offers him, much to Flint's anger.

I'm going to be honest, I didn't really expect Flint and Silver to just... swim out to the ship. I guess if it works, it works, but something about the simplicity of it took me by surprise. To be fair, I guess the virtue of that whole plan was that it was so simple that there was little room for it to go wrong. It's also a fun little moment for the development of Flint and Silver's relationship. Although Silver has recognised Flint as the one person who doesn't want him dead (and tells Flint that the reverse is also true), he's also one of the few people who hasn't really fallen to Flint's bullshit yet. He even goes as far as fully calling Flint out on his tendency to control everything he can when he tells him "we're both better off now than we were two minutes ago, yet you're angry about it because it didn't happen your way", which does, unfortunately for everyone probably, ring very true. Still, the two of them muddle their way through the taking of a massive fucking warship surprisingly well (honestly, parts of that scene feel almost like a comedy), and the rest of the crew comes to the rescue just as things are starting to properly go to ship.

Then we get my favourite new aspect of the show: Flint's backstory (or, as I coined it at some point in season 1, Flintsight*). In this one episode, we learn more about him than we did over the entirety of the first season. We learn that he's a rising star in the navy, despite his working class background (which would have put him at a massive disadvantage). We see the beginning of his friendship with Thomas Hamilton, and Miranda even comes onto the scene towards the end. This is also the first time we actually see civilisation first-hand, and, I'm going to be honest, it's not a good look. It says something that the second civilisation scene we get is a hanging, complete with McGraw's "civilisation needs its monsters" moment. I'm glad to see that the disillusionment remains consistent across his timeline. Anyway, the key players are all set up in London. We know (roughly) where this ends, now we'll see how they get there.

*I'm not proud of that, but I do like it

#my posts #tv shows #spoiler #tv #tv show review #episode review #tv reviews #black sails #black sails spoilers #black sails review

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eris Morn/Ikora Rey Characters: Eris Morn, Ikora Rey Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Hello destiny sapphics; allow me to introduce myself, Femslash, if nobody is going to write the content i want to see then i will create it myself, listen. it's about perceiving the weak and wounded places in someone you love, and lavishing love and care upon them even when they won't admit they need it, it's about the Mutual Support, it's about being kind to them even when you don't know how to be kind to yourself, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, oh and ikora has the most Distinguished Bisexual energy i've ever seen so jot that down, it doesn't come up but you needed to know, this is all just a bunch of softness and tenderness don't @ me okay

Summary:

Five storms Eris and Ikora weathered and one they didn't need to.

The Shadowkeep weblore lives in my head rent free. Set post-Taken King and mostly during Shadowkeep.

“As I told Asher, there is a storm coming...” “Oryx is dead. We’ve weathered the storm.” Ikora is upset. She has yet to understand the bigger picture. “Yet his sisters would see his will done. There will always be another storm.” “Then let’s weather it together.” -Shadowkeep Narrative Preview #1

Many thanks to @hencegoodfortune for the beta read and of course for the memes.

Chapter: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | +1 |

Set just after The Taken King.

Eris knows she is not in the Hellmouth. Although the Tower has never felt the same since her ordeal on Luna, she recognizes it easily nonetheless. At every moment, the freshness of the open air reminds her that she is here, she is on Earth. She has been for some time now.

However, she has never forgotten how to move like a ribbon through the darkness, arcing undetected round predator and prey alike. She doubts that she ever will. Sometimes the habit returns of its own accord, and she’ll find her feet and hands floating weightless as she moves. Joints and muscle and sinew flex in careful concert to absorb every sound before it is made. The lines of lightly tensed limbs spiral seamlessly into the coiled core of her, tethering her in perfect silence. At the same time, she remains ever ready to fight, ready to flee. How often has Eris’ last, Lightless life lay along the knife’s edge of a split-second choice, the divergence between action and stillness, vengeance or survival?

Somehow, the smooth stone of the Tower’s level floors is harder to walk quietly on than the rough winding warrens through Luna’s porous rock. There are no edges to test with the edge of her boot, no uneven surface to ease her soles onto by swift and silent increments. There is only the unsubtle strike of heels on a flat, unforgiving surface. She makes the most of it, as every Hunter here does. Still, it leaves her uneasy. Her feet cannot quite keep to the ground.

Consequently, she often finds herself pacing, wandering from her post in the heart of the Tower whenever she grows restless. Every step falls lighter than the last, chasing silence in a meditation on weightlessness. It does not make her feel any better.

After so long underground, she is unaccustomed to the plenitude of open space here. While she has traced much of the Tower’s perimeters, the negative spaces in the centers of broad rooms and vaulted halls she leaves less frequented. She is too exposed there.

Yet maybe she is less affected by the empty space than the sheer number of souls that so often fill it. After so long so alone, they are simply so many, pressing at her survival-sharpened awareness from every angle. Not to mention she attracts too many of their stares in the crowded plazas. Although detection here is not followed by shrieking howls or the lightning strike of boomers, distrustful eyes still make her hunger for shelter. The choice to endure or to withdraw still needs to be be made. And whether well-meaning or ill-intentioned, a close approach still makes her instinctively recoil.

Eris has scraped out a place for herself here, lingering close enough to share with those who will listen the knowledge she has gained at a terrible price. But it has been made clear enough that she does not belong here anymore, not as she once did. If the condemnation of the Speaker and the only begrudging trust of the Vanguard’s Commander were not enough to tell her that, then the wary regard of most of the Tower’s populace would. So she holds herself back, toward the edges of things. It is difficult to do so at her station so near the Hall of Guardians, the greatest locus of Guardian activity on the planet. She draws herself to her full height and stands there proud, but never takes the ground she stands on for granted. When it becomes too much, like now, she paces.

This time, her pacing has led her to the edge of the Tower where her ship was once tethered. With how wary she has grown of exposed spaces, the open sky above that lays bare every courtyard and balcony should send her seeking cover - and yet, it does not. If anything, its incomprehensibly vast expanse calls to her. Strange.

Eris has traversed the spaces between planets with her own fragile body, with only a ship’s hull to keep the cold from swallowing what remains of her. Yet from Earth’s surface, a few mere miles of atmosphere transforms that emptiness, and its beauty holds her spellbound. It scatters sun into prismatic slices of light. The stars’ unblinking gaze softens into a flutter of eyelashes. No longer can she see the narrow spectrum of colors that humans evolved to discern; it has all faded into endless shades of the same hue. But the contrast of such brightnesses against the dark have become sharper than ever. Indeed, daylight has become a blaze to truly blind her. These stolen eyes of hers were made instead for depths and shadows.

Even so, she often finds herself staring out into the searing sky until her head aches. The sensations make her remember. She is no longer buried beneath stone, lost to this cosmos. She is free now, in some ways.

Eventually, her wanderings bring her back to the shaded refuge beneath the stairs just outside the Hall of Guardians. She is glad for this, too. Her station provides some small respite for her sensitive, ever-weeping eyes. And there she stays, until exhaustion drives her to rest, or else grief or fear or restlessness or her ever-smoldering rage drive her to pacing once again.

It’s true that many other eyes pass by that shadowed alcove of hers. Guardians constantly sweep in and out on either side of her, running and jumping and gliding up and down the stairs with urgent reports and important orders and burning questions for the Vanguard. They are so bright. Few of them spare a glance for her, these days, save for startled new Lights.

There are a few, though, who look upon her not with distrust or fear or begrudging tolerance, but with recognition. Once in a great while, cousin Asher will grace her with his inimitable company. It gladdens her heart, even when he merely stops to exchange research notes or brief insults. He cleaves to his research with a passionate vengeance, as does she. Unlike most, he pays more attention to her knowledge and her current work than her past. With the way he helped care for her in the months after her escape from Luna, she has come to hold him in close confidence.

On occasion, her friend the Guardian, who avenged her fireteam upon the very souls of Crota and Oryx, stops to greet her. Sometimes they bring her news from Luna or Mars. Words are few with that one lately, though. These days, their outgoing ghost is the one who relays whatever tidings they carry. The change leaves a cold shadow over Eris’ heart. Therefore, she values their quiet presence all the more. She fears for them.

Of course, Ikora’s is the kind regard she is subject to most often. Eris has never forgotten that Ikora believed her since the beginning. Most met her genuine warnings of inbound danger from the Hive with distrust, dismissal, or fear. Ikora not only listened, but met her with endless kindness. Even now, as the Warlock Vanguard steps into nearer chamber of the Hall for a brief consultation with Lord Shaxx, she spares a moment and a smile for Eris.

Ikora’s smile has always been warm and real and reassuring, a balm on the fibers of frayed nerves. Among the very few who welcomed Eris back to Earth, that smile was a signal of genuine care and safety that she homed in on immediately. The one directed at Eris now is subtle, a mere quirk of the lips. Yet it hints at the vast depths of passion and compassion below the surface, like a ripple that disappears swiftly on the surface of a deep, deep pool.

Ikora’s outward cool composure that obscures that intensity is not a façade. It is more an ingenius piece of architecture, a mighty aqueduct capable of holding and channelling the endless font of her inner immensities. It is an elegant and functional work of art well-kept and expanded over centuries.

The warmth that must be behind such a small yet genuine smile is palpable; it falls on Eris like the creeping warmth of sunlight, sinking in deep even though it scarcely touches her skin. Even the lower half of her face, where her many layers do not shield her from long-lost Sol, is still sallow and nearly as grayed as the dust of Luna. She hadn’t known at first, with the changes to her vision, not until Asher had told her. He never does shy away from the speaking of truth. In those endless years of darkness, the lack of light and loss of Light took something from Eris, sapped something vital, and left something strange in its place.

Yet Eris can feel the sun again, now. She can walk out into the courtyard at any time of day, find a south-facing wall to lean on, and bask in the radiating warmth like an ectothermic reptile.

Even without leaving the cool shadows of her post, another warmth still reaches her. Ikora offers her one more smile as she goes to return to her own station. Eris stands a little taller under the aegis of her regard, her spine the stem of a sunflower lifting her toward its steady kindness.

Eris takes not a single one of these boons for granted. Each one is a precious gift far beyond what she ever expected to experience again, after her descent into the Hellmouth. Yet none of it can quell her restlessness, for it springs from the same source as her gratefulness. It always comes back to what happened to her on Luna.

Each time she returns to her pacing, the Tower feels a little smaller. The scope of the sky distracts her for a shorter time. Now, even after her sworn vengeance upon the Hive has been fulfilled twice over in double deicide, the path of her vow still pulls her feet forward. She does not know where its shrouded course leads, only that there is still a threat yet to be met along it. More and more, she is certain that she cannot wait here to meet it, or it will be too late.

However, she never expected to leave behind wounds when she leaves. After she departs to sight the next storm on the horizon, she is haunted as often by the surprised hurt that she left in Ikora’s eyes as by the memory of her smile.

#eris morn #ikora rey #destiny 2 #eris/ikora #erikora #ikoris #destiny the game #destiny fanfiction #lizzie's adventures in writing #destinewt #long post #fic #HELLO I AM FINALLY HERE WITH THE FEMSLASH #apologies if i misled you with the o14 this is actually my usual abode #it's mostly written so look out for updates soon!#happy season drop have some sapphics #it's a beautiful day in a non-femslash-focused fandom and you are a terrible little lesbian here to cause problems on purpose #please talk to me about these ladies i love them so much #; ;

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fumingspice · 3 years

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kiss me hard before you go

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Reader

Angst because someone (not naming any names) *cough* @lilypadscoven is too happy to write angst. Such a strange excuse, i know. Like whose even happy anymore? That’s so 2014, Freya.

Warning: Angsty as shit! I think. Idk im usually a happy person. Mentions of cheating, mentions of smut etc.

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You frowned to yourself, flicking through the endless posts on Instagram. It was some godforsaken hour in the morning and no matter how hard you tried or how deeply you tried to ease your restless mind you could not fall asleep. You scrolled on social media endlessly.

God, what time could it even be? 04.27.

You gave a defeated chuckle. Even time was in on the universe’s cruel joke. She exited Instagram and went to messages. You couldn’t count the number of unsent messages and thrown out speeches you had started and couldn’t bring yourself to finish.

Billie Dean Howard.

The contact had found itself hidden deep in the archives of old messages. You hadn’t contacted her since December when you had walked away.

Walking away was better that being the one left behind, or so you had tried so hard to tell yourself. In hindsight, the truth was that Billie Dean was going to end up leaving you anyway. Was it courage of conviction or just the simple knowledge that you couldn’t live knowing that the only person you had ever opened your heart to was going to leave you?

What was the last thing she said anyway?

Goodnight :(.

Always with those stupid text faces. Those stupid, adorable text faces. How did she have such a powerful effect on you that you could see Billie’s face in a colon and a bracket? Why hadn’t you blocked her yet? What was left to hold onto other than movie-like memories that had slipped away like the changing of seasons.

You slipped from beneath the covers, Your hair tickled Your shoulders. There was no one beside you for you to reach for in your infinite loneliness anyway. It wasn’t infinite. Why did it feel infinite? Why did you allow one person to waltz into your heart and make you home there? You reached for an unopened bottle of wine and paused. Billie had left this bottle there. You never drank unless it was around Billie.

“Dom Perignon,” Billie told you. You were never interested in the details of fine wine. All you knew was that the older it was the more people liked it.

“Isn’t that expensive?” The brunette asked, reading the label.

Billie nodded with a throaty chuckle. “Only the best for my girl. I thought I would save it for a special occasion.”

A special occasion. You chuckled in spite. The occasion in question was supposed Billie’s birthday. A party with many guests. One too many. The house was brimming with sets of both of your friends. You could recall reaching for the same wine all too well before being stopped by your friend’s girlfriend. Erin took you by the wrist and guided you out to the garden.

“No one’s out here,” you protested. Erin’s face was almost forlorn.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Sorry for what? You snapped out of your confusion. You could see the side of Billie’s body. Pressed against the wall beneath someone else. The anxiety had somehow eased when you watched Billie kiss another, fading into nothing because you knew that there was quite literally nothing that could get even worse than what you were watching.

You pursed her lips. When you imagined these moments, you had always imagined screaming bloody murder. You imagined punching and yelling. You couldn’t move. No tears. Hell, you couldn’t even feel. Erin grabbed your arm and trailed you back, but not before the sight of you, heartbroken in a red dress. had registered in Billie. She barely had time to pull away from her kiss and have the shock of what she was actually doing register.

It was always a red dress. Red dresses end up in heartbreak. A goddamn blaze in the dark.

Now, you found yourself standing at the window that looked out into the garden. Looking at the spot where you had seen her lover betray every bit of trust that you had. What would have happened if you didn’t see? What if you had seen but Billie didn’t? Would you have said anything? Would Billie have said anything?

It doesn’t matter anyway.

Billie was wine. Aromatic, warm in her stomach. She was a magnificent swirl. She was the impossible to hide stain on your favourite white dress.

Every inch of this house had Billie in its essence. She was inescapable.

It got even worse when a buzzing noise brought your attention to your phone. “Who the fuck could that be?” you asked yourself. Your heart dropped at the contact.

Billie Dean Howard is calling...

Your world collapsed for a moment as you stared at the phone buzz. Your head told you not to answer, your heart launched for it like a desert oasis. You let it ring a moment too long. You barely managed to blurt out a cracked, “Hello?” when Billie hung up. Presumably giving up.

You bit your lip. Your thumb hovered over the redial button as you fought with yourself. Maybe she’ll call again. That’s a huge maybe. Your finger jolted down unintentionally. Billie picked up on the third ring.

“Y/N?” Her breath hitched. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

You swallowed hard. “I’m here,” you stated flatly, “I can hear you.”

“I didn’t think you’d answer.”

“Honestly,” you replied. You felt no need for warmth. “I don’t think I meant to.”

“Oh. Uhm, how- how are you?”

“What do you want, Billie? It’s five in the morning,” You cut off. You could hear Billie’s breath falter a little.

“To be honest, I just wanted to see if you would pick up.”

You shook your head, cursing how well you knew the medium. “Don’t lie to me, Howard.”

Billie chuckled. “How can you tell?”

“You were the medium, but I was the human lie detector.”

“You’re a lawyer with an Irish mother and Scilian father. It would be more shocking if you weren’t one.”

You smiled, before catching yourself in an eyeroll. “Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m in town. I wanted to see you.”

“It’s five in the fucking morning.”

“You’re telling me that I actually woke you up? You were sleeping when I called?”

You bit your lip. “Yes.”

Billie chuckled again. Like it was a fucking game to her. “Well, now who’s lying?”

“What do you want, Billie?” You scoffed.

“I already told you. I want to see you.”

The audacity of the last sentence. The fact that you knew Billie Dean would come whether or not she was invited boiled your blood.

“Why.” It was more of a flat remark than a genuine question. Why. Why now.

Billie was silent for a moment. “I just want to see your face.”

Your groaned internally, another eyeroll coming into play. You scoffed. “You know the address. Find your own way over.”

And she did. The door knocked almost immediately.

You opened the door so quickly that it creaked aggressively.

“You have some fucking nerve. You know that right?” You snapped. The medium’s eyes widened in shock.

“Nice to see you too.”

You stepped aside and ushered her in, cold from the whipping air. Refreshing if you weren’t standing in shorts and a cardigan.

Billie turned around to face her. Tension grew, like insulation keeping everything in. You could choke on all the words you never said.

“You look beautiful.”

“Je vais te tuer avec mes mains nues et dormir comme un bébé après.”

“I’m flattered.”

You groaned and walked away from her and into the kitchen. You didn’t know if you would slap her, kill her, or kiss her. You were just as prepared to strangle her as you were to fuck her hard on the kitchen floor then and there, kissing every single freckle and mole on her skin. “You have three minutes,” You muttered, pouring yourself a cup of coffee to stop yourself from looking in Billie’s direction. Your heart raced at a thousand miles a second.

“I just dropped in to say hi.”

“Hi.”

You were unamused. “Is that it? Are you going get out of my life again?”

Billie frowned. “Am I? Y/N, you left me.”

“Because you fucking cheated on me, Billie Dean! What? Did you want me to pretend I didn’t see it? Pretend nothing happened? Do you want me to pretend that you didn’t rebuild my ability to trust people just so you could knock it down yourself?” You shouted. The words were coming out thick and fast now apparently.

“I was so drunk, Y/N,” Billie whimpered, her eyebrows furrowed. She was in genuine pain, you could see the guilt right in her brown eyes.

And you couldn’t give a shit.

“I’ve heard this a hundred times.”

“How many times do I have to say sorry for this?”

You raised your mug to your lips. “You can say it until I’m dead.”

You met the medium’s gaze. Brown eyes waterlogged with tears. Billie dipped her face in her hands. “I don’t know if I can go through with this again.”

You snapped again. “Good,” you said. “Because I’m done.”

“You can’t be serious.”

The pair met, closer than you had in months.

“No matter what stupid, thoughtless, selfish, idiotic, drunken things you said or did. No matter how many times. I have never stopped loving you. I’ve never fallen out of love no matter how many times I told myself I had. I haven’t gone to sleep without imaging your goddamn mouth on my lips and hands on my body and I fucking crave to hate you for it,” you spat, venom on you tongue and tears spilled down your face. “I don’t sleep, Billie. I don’t sleep because I know your arms aren’t there to hold me when I’m still awake at four in the morning. Because I can’t reach across the bed no matter how angry I am at you and feel your hair. I fucking love you goddammit. You threw that away. Not me.”

Tears streamed down Billie’s face. “I regret what I did every. Single. Fucking. Day. I miss coming home and seeing you writing those stupid fucking reports that I know you hate writing because I know you hate your job. I miss seeing your face when you’ve won a case that has been scratching you for weeks,” she inched forward once more, her hands close to Mallorie’s face. “I miss seeing you reorganising the goddamn silverware every few weeks to keep the Fair Folk happy in the same way I miss seeing the way your mouth curls when you come.”

You scanned Billie Dean, searching despreately for a bluff, something that would give way to the fact that this was all a lie; a gimmick for a one night stand so that you could just shut her out and go back to hating her. Hating the person you love is so much easier than having your heartbroken again. You couldn’t find that bluff. Even your gut-instinct that panged you when someone lied to you wasn’t alerting anything. Billie’s words were as genuine as her tears and it was killing you to see that Billie loved you. The lawyer had hoped- prayed even- that the medium’s words had been bullshit, sweet nothings that could be whispered into the ear of any lover that had fallen into her bed. But you weren’t just a one time fling that had walked into a casual meet. You had walked into her long-term girlfriend with her tongue down another’s throat. You had stashed that little red box with a diamond engagement ring inside even further into the closet that night, and that’s what had hurt you.

A raw truth in her words soaked into you. Refreshed you. They were the words that the ocean screamed back at you when you stood on the cliffside begging for a reason to go on.

And so you gave in. Almost, at least. You stepped forward into Billie and allowed her storm to engulf you. There was no calm here. There was a raging appetite for destruction and creation. What was that lyric? A tornado has met a volcano. Her lips ravaged yours to the point of being rubbed raw, the type of sting that bothered virtually every moment of your waking day, one that went on for days. You bit down on her lips, her tongue, her chin and cheek. Whether in was in spite or the desperation to seek and find every single piece of her that you could was unclear.

Those fateful memories crept back, and you pushed hard against her chest. Billie’s lips, now red, white and swollen, pressed against yours again, retracting when there was no return.

“I’m sorry,” you lied. “I think there’s a possibility that I don’t love you.”

Billie’s eyes resembled a broken mirror, or maybe the view of a dying star. The thing about dying stars is that they died a very long time ago and you only notice years later. She nodded with a weak smile. “I understand,” she whispered, pressing her head against yours. She picked up her bag and turned to leave.

You stopped her. What on Earth were you doing? Let her leave so you can hate her in peace.

“Kiss me. Before you go,” you pleaded. “Hard.”

Billie shook her head, her face scrunched before throwing her face at you. The force drove you into the counter sending a glorious shock of pain up your back. Billie was doing what you had asked.

“Fuck you,” you pulled away and muttered, as if she had gonr too far in teasing you.

“What did I do?”

You raised your hand and slapped her face, lightly. “Fuck you for proving that I still love you.”

A rush of relief knocked Billie, visibly. She returned to your lips, much more gently this time, as if she were savouring every part of you.

“I told you to kiss me hard,” you whispered, although not necessarily opposed to Billie’s touch.

“I’ll do anything you really want,” she replied.

You paused for a moment. “Anything?”

Billie smiled. “Anything.”

You kissed her once. Soft. Tentatively. “Fuck me. On the table.”

#billie dean x reader #billie dean howard imagine #billie dean howard x reader #lana winters #billie dean howard #lana winters x reader #Cordelia Goode #cordelia goode x reader #sally mckenna #sally mckenna x reader #ally mayfair richards #ally mayfair richards x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson x reader #i was drunk when i wrote the last half #so maybe i'll drunk write more often

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tht-lesbian-fangirl · 4 years

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Do you ever 100% have those days when you believe supercorp is in fact canon in all the ways compared to the het tropes? But there’s the thorn on your side that’s “waiting” on everybody behind the show to “confirm” what we’ve been saying and preaching for years now? And if it highkey comes down to the show pulling a catradora on us with supercorp I’ll be totally fine with it because I’ll just take that as a big fat “I told you so” to the haters. Analysis GO OFF 😚

Dude, you have no idea how many little break downs I have every once in a while because I just feel so confident that Supercorp will happen! Everything in the Supercorp-specific writing, music, cinematic tropes, actress choices, etc. has shown that Kara and Lena will and should be canon. Look, I’m in graduate school for psychology and I haven’t taken a film class in my life. I’ve never even been a big “shipping” person. But I watched Supergirl live all throughout undergrad, often with my straight friends (who were less into the show) and even they noticed all the things that we "delusional" fans discuss.

Iconic Superhero/Love interest tropes

The Hero having to choose between saving their LI or kids/city/world, but miraculously save both. May I present Exhibit A:

The LI standing between the Hero and their one weakness: literally every time Lena has built anti-kryptonite suits, protected Kara before she knew her identity, and specifically Exhibit B:

Dramatic saves of the LI: I present the longing looks mid-rescue for Exhibit C:

The Hero running flying toward certain death to save their LI: Kara disregards a kryptonite bomb in Exhibit D:

The LI being the last to know the hero's identity, but Hero will still risk their identity to save the LI: Everyone say hello to Exhibit E:

The Hero finding strength from their LI: the CW sure loves using El Mayarah in Supercorp posts! And social media aside, we've seen how confident and strong Lena makes Kara, both in dialogue and visually. (And it's a bonus that Kara makes Lena stronger too!)

Everything with food

Kara literally referred to food as a love language when talking to Nia. Only an episode or so away from bringing Lena food from 3 different countries. And let’s remember how Kara offered to fly to Italy for her first date with James...

Kara also always brought Lena food, even before season 5. That was their Thing.

We also have to talk about the absences of food: Kara dropping potstickers at Pulitzer ceremony when she sees Lena and not accepting Dansen’s invitation to get food after her falling out with Lena.

It was established all the way back in Season 1 (very much so in the fun Flash crossover) that Kara thinks food is more important than everything and will often use it as a coping mechanism when she’s sad (like in Season 2/3 about Mon). Yet, she’s so devastated over Lena that she can’t even eat her favorite foods? Interesting.

Color schemes and certain shots

The red/blue color scheme consistently used with Supercorp, with exception to the purple tones used in Season 5 to represent their conflict.

No other love interest for Kara has consistently used that iconic Super/LL color palet. Not James, Mon, William, or the two episodes with Adam.

I'd like to specifically remind everyone how Kara chose to wear purple with William, against Alex's explicit advice.

There are always lighting choices made with Supercorp shots. No other duo (besides dramatic Danvers sisters shots) seem to have such artistic care.

Do I even need to mention the balcony scenes? Both at the Pulitzer Ceremony and in scenes from multiple seasons where Kara has hovered over Lena's balcony-- most notably in 5x03.

Like seriously, do I need to mention the scene from 5x08 where Kara and Lena are looking longingly at the same picture of the two of them?

Music

If I know anything as a musician, I know scores. And Blake Neely has created certain melodies just for Supercorp saves. There’s the typical “Supergirl hero” melody, but it’s rarely used for scenes with Lena (besides the one instance in 5x07 cliff scene, when Neely combines the Leviathan theme with the Supergirl theme).

If you want to listen to examples: the brief save in 2x15 and the plane save in 3x05. Both melodies are unique, unreleased scores that (to my musical knowledge) have not been repeated with other Kara rescues.

Also, can we talk about how Supercorp has their own heroic theme, composed specifically for the 100th episode? Played by a live orchestra? For the one AU where Kara and Lena were partners from the start?

Decisions made by Melissa and Katie

We know they've known about Supercorp since at least the end of Season 2. Melissa showed Katie and they've been aware for years.

Yet, they play into the Supercorp dynamic. Longing stares, giggly dialogue, tear filled eyes, etc.

Regarding Melissa specifically: for her directorial debut she made two significant decisions. 1. She chose to have a camera pan over the room during Lex's speech, showing only Lena noticing Kara leaving and upset. 2. She dressed Lena in two comics Lois Lane outfits, one of which in red to parallel Kara's blue.

Melissa also has played Kara's interractions with Lena very similarly to how she played the Kara/James dynamic in Season 1. Something she chose not to do with Mon or William. But let's get into my next point...

Direct parallels with heterosexual superhero couples most on the CW

This includes Westallen, multiple iterations of Clois, Olicity, WonderTrev, Karolsen, PeterMJ, Deckerstar, Brainia, SpiderGwen, Lanolsen...need I go on??

On my blog, I have them tagged as: supercorp and hetero hero parallels

Individual ships are tagged as: [couple]/supercorp (ex. clois/supercorp)

Apologies for just giving links, but damn if I wrote all of the parallels out then it would probably take days and this post would be absurdly long.

And let’s not forget all the parallels Supercorp has with canon w/w

This includes Korrasami, Catradora, Clexa, Dansen, Avalance, Harlivy, Sanvers, etc.

I have these examples tagged similarly to the het examples: supercorp and canon sapphic parallels (same with individual ones)

You’ll notice there are actually more posts and parallels between Supercorp and het couples (the couples that most non-LGBT fans think of as more valid lmao), so take that as you will🙃

Despite the mistreatment of Supercorp fans, and LGBT fans in general, by some actors and crew, and despite the tone deaf plot lines and usage of characters, Supercorp has consistently held up with all of my points stated above. That's why I still have days where I can just feel it in my bones that Supergirl is playing the slow burn game with Supercorp. It clearly won't be as well-done as Catradora, because of how much sh*t they've pulled over the seasons. But just like you, I have days where I get strong feelings that maybe it’s all part of their poorly thought out plan and we’ll get that validation and happiness.

#sorry for the delay anon!#i had to finish up something for school before i could jump into This #also plz forgive my horrendous gifs. they aren't my Thing #supercorp #supergirl analysis #asks

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autumnalfallingleaves · 4 years

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On the Second Anniversary of Trollhunters Season 3

This show means so, so much to me, so, like other people, I want to talk about it.

Back in 2017 and the early months of 2018, I was depressed. It wasn’t ever professionally diagnosed or whatever and it didn’t get to the point where I wanted to cause myself physical harm, but still. It was there. It made my life hard.

I was getting better when 2018 rolled around. Around April of that year, I was looking for something new to watch. Trollhunters had an interesting thumbnail (I think it was a scene from Grand Theft Otto?) and I clicked. My initial thought was, “it’s probably just some dumb kids’ show; it won’t really suck me in.” Oh, how wrong I was. TH became my new hyperfixation and helped me drag myself out of the last dregs of my depression. I actually managed to finish season 2 the night before s3 dropped! And then I downloaded the entire season to watch on my phone because my brother and I were going to our family’s cabin for the weekend and there is no WiFi there. S3 destroyed me, but in the best way. I nearly screamed out loud at the Magnificent Son scene lmao

I loved it so much. I wanted to look at fanart as well, but I had no social media, so I used Google Images to look at art. Through that, I found out that a good amount of the fandom was on Tumblr, and I got the app. I lurked for a bit before finally getting a blog, and through that, I’ve met so many awesome people. I did not expect to make any friends, really, but to my surprise and delight, I’m now friends with a few authors I really admire as well as artists (you know who you are! You’re awesome and I love you!)

Through Tumblr and my new friends, I also found my new hyperfixation (Steven Universe) and I am so happy that I found it. I’ve also been able to discover my own identity through Tumblr and the diversity here (despite it being a bit of a hellsite lmao). I’m nonbinary, sapphic, and ace, and I doubt that I’d have been able to discover that about myself had I not been exposed to the amount of diversity on here.

The point is, Trollhunters gave me something to focus on so I could make myself better. It gave me a way to make new friends and to find a community where I feel both seen and where I feel comfortable. The ToA fandom feels more like a proper small community where all the regulars know each other rather than a large fandom where people can get lost in the crowd.

So thank you, ToA cast and crew, for giving this person a chance to discover a wider world where they feel more comfortable and a way to escape their small town without actually leaving. Trollhunters and the wider Tales of Arcadia will always have a special place in my heart.

#sappy but you know what? i don't care #trollhunters means so much to me and i wanted to express that #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #beans rambles #personal

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blodreina-noumou · 4 years

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Final Season Spec Game

I’m out of tag games to speculate on season 7, so here we are! I wanted to keep these questions mostly upbeat (because we all know how this show can be sometimes lol we’re in for angst for sure 😉) and there’s 16 of them, one for each remaining ep! Feel free to play along everybody… Stay safe! 💙

I swiped this from @katersann - great questions!

1. Which character are you most excited to learn the endgame of:

There’s only a handful of characters I truly care about anymore, and there will always be one that rises above the rest -

Obviously next season is going to feature the Anomaly in a big way, and since that whole thing seems deeply connected to Octavia, I think we can safely assume that this will be a big season for her. I hope she makes it out alive, but on some level, I won’t be surprised if she doesn’t. Going out in a blaze of glory was always more her style. I think that’s true even now.

2. Which character are you most excited to learn the backstory of:

I’m definitely curious about Hope Diyoza. The fact that she and Octavia appeared to know each other in the s6 finale has huge implications. And I’m sure her life has been really fuckin’ interesting - with a mother like Charmaine, how couldn’t it be?

3. One character who deserves a new look:

Madi!

She’s not a scrappy forest child anymore, nor is she a Baby Warlord. I’d love to see her in anything but leather (or a hospital gown, yikes.) I don’t know how central to the main plot she’ll be, since she no longer has The Flame, but I do hope we get to see something about her trying to become a semi-normal kid.

4. Two locations you want to revisit:

If I had my druthers, I’d love to see the Dropship again. It was such a central location in the first two seasons, and one of the things that’s been tough for me since the second Praimfaya has been how we lost all those iconic locations.

I also really loved the look of Shallow Valley aka Eden. A very cute, aesthetically pleasing location, gone too soon.

5. Three brotps you hope get more screentime:

Octavia and Diyoza!

(Technically a Brot3 but just try and stop me!) Raven, Murphy, and Emori!

Raven and Echo!

6. Who will get the happiest ending:

Honestly a tough call, because I don’t know if anyone will truly get a “happy” ending. If I had to guess, Raven and Echo are actually pretty high up there. As long as they both survive the season, I think they’ll finally find some peace on the other side.

7. Which minor or new characters you want to see more of:

Given that Jordan was a series regular last season, we saw a LOT less of him than I expected. I think he’s going to be an unexpected antagonist in the final season, which should be a lot of fun.

8. Who will eventually snap Jordan out of the funk we see him in, at the end of 6x13:

Agh, I don’t know. He didn’t really get a chance to connect with any of his parents’ old friends, did he? The deepest connection he made was with Delilah, and she’s dead and gone - but I don’t think he believes that, I think he’s fully swallowed the Sanctum juice at this point. I could maybe see Raven snapping him out of it, or Bellamy. If it’s not them, it’ll definitely be some message from Marper somehow. Or, tragically, he won’t make it out of the funk. I’ll be really mad if that happens, given who his namesake was. The Jordan curse.

9. Who will be the first to tell Bellamy he can’t immediately run into the Anomaly after Octavia:

Oddly enough, my money is on Hope. And I think Bellamy will immediately distrust her and try to go anyway, but Echo will ultimately stop him.

10. To reference Monty’s ‘do better’ mantra:

I’d like to hear it from Murphy, to be honest, or Emori. I don’t think it was necessarily Clarke’s right to take so much ownership of that one, last season.

11. To say 'go float yourself’:

I hope I hear it from the mouth of every single (former) Delinquent, lmao. It’d actually be hilarious if someone like Emori or Echo said it, though. Show how it’s left the Ark as slang and entered the general parlance.

12. Random object or prop you would bring back for Season 7 if you could:

Lexa’s throne/Clarke’s walking stick. I really fuckin’ loved that little callback, y’all. Clarke leaning on a piece of Lexa to make it through her time in isolation - ugh, murder me. Even if it isn’t a major plot point, I’d like to see it in the background somewhere. I don’t think it made it off Earth, though.

13. Book One storyline/reference you want to see back for Season 7:

We’ve got 16 episodes, right? Bring back my funny fillers! I know they weren’t common, and weren’t 100% funny, but I’d love to see an episode like “Day Trip” again.

14. Dead character you would like mentioned:

Lincoln, Anya, and Nyko. Pay respect to the OG grounders. Even if it’s just in passing.

15. How do you think Hope and Octavia know each other (from season 6):

There’s been a lot of speculation about what this face was meant to imply -

Personally, when I look at Octavia’s face, I see an entire goddamn story. It’s a story I might fully be projecting, but I’m going with my gut until proven otherwise. Octavia helped raise Hope. When she sees her, she looks at her the way one might a kid they haven’t seen in a long time - there’s surprise, tenderness, pride. A moment of almost not recognizing her, then realization that’s she’s the a kid she loves, all-grown-up now, and that’s what makes her emotional.

My other theory is that Octavia didn’t remember Hope at all until she saw her, which is why she looks confused, then surprised, then happy. She’s suddenly remembering a person who is very important to her, who she had forgotten (likely due to the timey-wimey/doorway weirdness of the Anomaly) and all of her memories coming back is what causes this reaction.

I’m reasonably certain that there won’t be any romantic attachment between them. As much as I’d love it, I just don’t see the show making Octavia explicitly sapphic so late in the game. One of the consequences of trying to create a world where sexual orientation doesn’t matter is that the writers tend to beat us over the head with what type of person each character is attracted to - that’s why we see Clarke and Niylah together multiple times, and why Clarke and Cillian got together. The writers want us to remember, always, without subtlety, that Clarke likes both men and women.

We just haven’t seen any real clues that Octavia is attracted to women. As much as I’m pulling for it, it’s clear that the writers intend her relationship with Niylah to be platonic.

So, given all of that, I just don’t think Hope and Octavia will be a romantic couple.

That only leaves us with so many options - either they were friends or like family. Given the weirdness of Diyoza going into the Anomaly pregnant and her fully grown daughter stepping out of it three days later, my money is on like family. I think Octavia and Diyoza raised Hope together in the Anomaly, somehow, and that’s how they know each other.

16. How do you think it all will end?:

I think it will have a lot to do with the backdoor pilot, how much that retcons, and how committed they are to giving this show a satisfying ending when they’ve already creatively moved on to a new world.

If I pretend I don’t know about the backdoor pilot, I’m even less sure. I’m hoping for a satisyfing ending. Not a happy one. I don’t think that would be true to the series.

I’m betting either Clarke or Bellamy dies, and my money has been on Bellamy for awhile. Call it a gut feeling.

I think almost everyone else will survive. We’ve lost a lot of people along the way in this show, and I think they’ll give us one Big Death of the season, so that death has the greatest impact. And since I’m betting on it being Bellamy, well... that means I’m pretty sure everyone else will make it.

There’s been a lot of little background info dropped about how impossible life on Sanctum is without constant maintenance, and most if not all of that maintenance came from the more-or-less free labor of the people serving the Primes. It’s impossible to know how things will go in terms of Emori and Murphy being Primes now, and how long that will last. Because of that, and because of the “doorway” to another world that the Anomaly allegedly is, I’m betting Sanctum is not our final destination. I’m thinking we’ll end up on Earth again, somehow.

I hope it ends with everyone who survives together, and happy, and with a plan for a sustainable society that doesn’t murder each other every two months.

Tagging: @boomheda @awesomenell65 @captainwilldameron @blodkru @dylanobrienisbatman @teeandsnowflakes and anyone else who I normally tag, I’m honestly drawing a blank rn. The usual “please steal this” rules apply!

#tag games #the 100 #the 100 s7 #the 100 speculation #stephspeaks #long post

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starswallowingsea · 4 years

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Transphobia in Cable Girls

Or: How not to write a trans character and story.

Source: I’m a trans man and this was just BAD.

Now before we really get into this, I will put a disclaimer here that no, I don’t think Cable Girls is the worst show ever and it’s cancelled or whatever. I love the show to bits and historical telenovelas are one of my favorite things to watch. I will say though, that the idea for this post has been sitting in my mind for a while, pretty much since I caught up to the Final Season Part 1.

So with that out of the way, let’s get going. The character I am talking about is Oscar Ruiz (and for anyone not caught up to I think season 2 episode 3, his dead name is Sarah Millan).

CWs: transphobia (obviously), violence, torture, war, mentions of nudity, sexual harassment, abuse mentions, murder, blackmail, general queerphobia, and spoilers for basically the whole show

Oscar was originally presented to us as a sapphic woman attending a feminism presentation where he meets Carlota, and this in and of itself is fine, as I considered myself both a lesbian and a bisexual woman before I realized I was trans and I know other trans men and trans masc people have similar experiences.

However, his character is outed as trans after his partner, Carlota, gets suspicious of him and goes through his things and eventually follows him to a hotel that he checked into under his chosen name and outing him as trans. Eventually this fact gets out to the other girls who accept Oscar for who he is and use his chosen name when they can. This is great! I was super excited when I watched this episode because I’m trans and I never see trans people in historical shows! But everything just goes downhill after that though.

Oscar willingly enters himself into a place to help what today would be people under the LGBTQ umbrella, and he thought they would help him transition (I believe synthetic hormones were just starting to become a thing used to help cis people with medical problems, but were also sometimes used for trans people who could get their hands on it). Instead, he is forcibly TORTURED to make him stop being trans. We also see into other cells of queer and trans people who are just absolutely lifeless. Oscar is not allowed to call for help and ends up having to wait for his cis friends to get him out after a desperate call when he is alone in the main office. Later it’s revealed that one of the nurses there is also a trans man who was the son of the person who ran it and his punishment was to watch as other trans and queer people were tortured in this way.

It’s also worth mentioning that Carlota convinced him to not go to visit a trans commune in Berlin and instead start a women’s activism movement in Spain. And in Season 3 his wishes for the movement aren’t respected at all and he ends up almost dying while handcuffed to a bomb with Carlota.

When Carlota runs for office in season 4, she is bribed to drop out of the race by her opponent (who is a huge shitstain for the record). He ends up dead in a hotel after blackmailing Carlota with photos of Oscar in casual dress, revealing that he is, in fact, not a cis man. Carlota ends up as the main suspect, with almost no evidence originally pointing to anyone else. However, Oscar turns himself in in order to protect Carlota and he is sent to a women’s only prison, sentenced to death. I get that this takes place in 1920s Spain and even in 2020 we don’t have great trans rights in much of the world, there had to have been a different way to move this plot line forward instead of “the only trans character gets sentenced to death for a crime they didn’t commit to protect their partner” even though he was able to escape with everyone else (RIP Angeles).

Season 5 has to be the worst offender though. This takes place during the end of the Spanish Civil War and there’s a few instances that just really pissed me off as a trans person. First, after the Francoist Republicans win and take over the press hotel that Carlota and Oscar are staying at, one of the officials finds Oscar hiding in their hotel as Carlota and James (another reporter for those who haven’t watched season 5) are trying to cover for him so that they don’t find out Oscar is trans. Good for them, but the official who finds Oscar makes him take his shirt off and upon realizing that he is binding his chest and “not really a man,” he makes some sexual and transphobic comments towards Oscar.

After this brief interaction, Oscar flies into a fit of rage, while naked, and then puts on clothes that don’t match how he sees himself. The rage scene personally ticked me off. I don’t see any reason for him to be naked during it, especially as a trans person myself. I would have preferred he wear at the very least undergarments of some sort, but that’s just my personal preference.

Anyway, these are just the most obvious bits of transphobia that Oscar faces, but compounded with the fact that he never seems to be happy, or when he does, it’s quickly dashed (like having Carlota dash out to meet with her political opponent right before their wedding and then get framed for murder) is just. Disheartening. He hardly gets any genuinely happy moments, and even though most of the show is just tragedy after tragedy, Marga still gets Pablo in the end, Lidia moves to America with Francisco, her daughter, and Angeles’ daughter, Angeles had someone who really, truly loved her right before she was shot helping Oscar escape prison (and also her abusive husband was murdered a few years ago). Yeah, Oscar moved to France with Carlota and they came back as conflict journalists to Spain during the Spanish Civil War, but it didn’t really feel satisfying to me.

Like I said at the top, I don’t dislike the show and obviously transphobia has always existed in modern history, but that doesn’t need to be the defining thing about your only trans character. Give him a life outside of being trans, especially since I don’t believe any of the show runners are trans themselves. You could also argue that a lot of this is biphobia on behalf of Carlota, as both of their stories are heavily intertwined, although Carlota is the perpetrator of some of the subtle transphobia Oscar faces in the series.

#cable girls #las chicas del cable #oscar ruiz #sarah millan #transphobia #transphobia in media #shay speaks #thinking about oscar's treatment throughout the show just makes me really angry #like cmon. focus on other parts of him than just the fact that he's trans?#and they did before he came out too is the thing. like he was something akin to a manager for the cable girls #and had a much less. sad story in general?#again. I know its 1920s spain but you still don't need to make the whole focus of a trans character #the violence they face for being trans whether closeted or not #and i'm not really sure how far in advance this was planned for his character #bc it felt kinda out of nowhere? after chapter 9 where he impersonates Mario I guess would be the first hint at it #since he comes out to carlota two chapters/episodes later #its been almost a year since i watched s1 though so maybe im just forgetting something #but i've been stewing on this for months since i finished s5 part 1 and just.#yeah all the characters have it rough but its not specifically about a specific part of their identity over and over and over again #anyway. those are my thoughts #cis people can reblog but don't comment #other trans people can throw their two cents in though #tldr let your trans characters be happy and don't have their whole arc be facing transphobic violence (or arcs as the case may be).

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‘Just a Puppy Crush’

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine

Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

Summary: a zombie-less modern AU in which two dorks finally get together with the help of their friends.

Chapter 1

It started out with an invitation Violet found on her desk. A light purple envelope, her name written on it in beautiful calligraphy.

Well, it started a little bit before that.

Violet missed her alarm. And six of the backup ones she had set in advance. Her mother had left early for her shift at the diner and her father didn’t come home last night, so she slept peacefully and uninterrupted.

Until she lazily stretched out with a yawn, eyes opening and landing on the alarm clock across her.

7:20

She hardly had time to register what it said before the alarm started angrily beeping again.

“Holy shit… Fuck… Shit!” Violet scrambled to get up, smacking the top of the alarm clock to silence the robotic screaming. She threw her sheets to the side, grabbing her jacket off the door hook on the way out.

While vigorously brushing her teeth, she looked down at her phone.

15 missed messages from Pain in My Ass.

[ur uber is Here… am outside]

[got your drink & bagel, where are u?]

[viiiioooooleeet]

[ v i o l e t ]

[did you put the key in a different spot?]

[coward.]

Violet scrolled through the herd impatiently, getting to the latest messages, about 15 minutes ago.

[violet please fucking get up i didnt do my english homework i need to copy off of you marlon won’t let me copy his anymore]

[fuck i have to go i cant be late to pre-session but I’ll have brody come check on you to see if you can make the late entrance with her! ill keep your breakfast with me im sure mr. everett wouldn’t give a shit if you ate in class. i do it all the time]

As if on cue, there was a faint, nervous knock on the door. God bless Brody.

“Be right there!” Violet shouted, quickly throwing her work messily into her backpack. She grabbed a couple dollars off the kitchen table for lunch, threw on her boots, and booked it towards the door.

"Hey,“ Brody grinned at the shaggy-haired, droopy-eyed messy Violet in front of her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Violet grimaced, mumbling to herself as she ducked into the passenger seat of Brody’s truck. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, and pulled up the hoodie of her jacket to cover her shame.

The drive felt like forever, with Brody’s insufferable choice of music. Who still listens to Coldplay? In 2019? Violet was too grateful to complain, and clenched her jaw to hold her tongue.

Brody tried to hold a conversation, but Violet was too out of it to contribute anything other than nods and the occasional “mhm.”

“Then Marlon was mad at me! I can’t believe that guy. I swear, if he wasn’t my best friend I’d…” Brody’s voice petered out as she pulled into the school parking lot, backing into her spot next to Louis’ car.

Violet immediately jumped out, gave a quick “thankyousomuchioweyouone,” and booked it towards the front doors of the school. The front desk ladies were distracted, so Violet was able to sneak past them and make her way down to the math wing.

106… 108… 110!

Relieved, Violet peeked through the window, seeing Marlon’s pathetic excuse for a haircut as confirmation that she was at the right place.

She tried her best to quietly open the door as to not interrupt the class and draw attention to herself, but wasn’t surprised when the door noisily creaked open, everyone’s heads turning towards her.

Really, Ericson? Ever heard of WD 40?

Violet shyly ducked her head, placing herself between Louis and Aasim. Before she could say anything, Louis placed her coffee and bagel on her desk, a patient smile on his face.

Violet was able to manage a “thank you” while she was scarfing down the bagel. Cheeks full and a dab of cream cheese hanging on her top lip, it’s safe to say that she did not expect Clem to approach her desk at that moment with the worksheet she’d missed.

“Hey, Vi,” Violet’s head jerked up, meeting eyes with Clementine. Embarrassed, she took a tissue and wiped her face, swallowing before she took the worksheet from Clem’s hands. “Grabbed this for you.”

“Thanks,” Violet managed to stammer, giving a sheepish smile while pulling her pencil case out of her pocket. Clementine hadn’t moved.

Violet tensed up, waiting for Clem to make a comment on her appearance or tease her. Instead, she placed an envelope on top of the worksheet, uncertainty embedded in her actions.

"Uh, that’s for you. I’m having a birthday party tomorrow night at my house.“ Clem pushed the envelope towards her with emphasis, and cleared her throat nervously. "You don’t have to come if you don’t want. It’s on a Friday night and I know you probably have pla-”

“No,” Violet interrupted her, her voice louder than she anticipated. She received an exhausted look from Mr. Everett. “I’ll totally be there.”

Clementine immediately perked up, a dorky smile on her face. “Awesome. Oh, and it’s gonna be a sleepover. You don’t have to stay for that.”

Violet frowned, cocking her head and looking at Clem under a suspicious lens. “You don’t have to invite me, y'know.” She sighed, placing the envelope back into Clementine’s hands. “I get it.”

Clem froze up, visibly upset. “No, fuck. I really want you to come. I just didn’t know if that was your kind of thing.”

Violet, unconvinced, lowered her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. Cold. The heat of Clem’s hand covering her own was a nice contrast to that.

Wait.

“I want you there,” Clementine insisted, squeezing her hand between her own. The heat from the touch quickly flushed to Violet’s face, her pale skin unable to mask the blush that covered it. “Please come.”

Louis and Aasim exchanged an annoyed glance at the useless sapphics. Mr. Everett had stood up and taken an interest to their conversation at this point.

“Clem, go back to your seat please,” Mr. Everett cleared his throat, to which Clem recoiled, dropping Violet’s hand. “Violet is more than capable and doesn’t need hands-on help.”

Clem, face red and flustered, ducked her head and moved back to her seat in the front of the classroom. “Sorry, da- I mean Mr. Everett.” She squeaked, glancing over her shoulder one more time at Violet, uncertainty and sadness on her face.

Mr. Everett continued the lecture, but Violet was too busy staring out the window. She was completely zoned out. She figured she’d just get the notes from Aasim later. She saw Louis give her the occasional worried glance out of the corner of her eye, and kept her focus on the kids playing in the courtyard.

The class couldn’t have gone any slower, but eventually the bell rang, and all the tension that had built up in Violet’s muscles was relieved.

She didn’t know why this class stressed her out so much. She was pretty good at math, only the second highest grade in the class behind Aasim. Mr. Everett made her feel uneasy.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Quite the opposite, really. He was a fun teacher who had gone to great lengths to help Violet out with her work. A little by-the-book, but a big sweetheart.

Plus, he picked on Louis a lot. So he was pretty likeable in her eyes.

Clementine had gone up to Mr. Everett and they were now talking, Clem dropping the classroom decorum to tug on his arm and take a $5 dollar bill out of his wallet for lunch.

Violet didn’t realize she was staring until both of their gazes landed on her. Startled, she pulled her hoodie back over her head and started gathering her books as quick as she could. She could hear distant murmuring, but couldn’t make anything out.

Her panic was interrupted by Louis swinging an arm around Violet’s shoulders, holding an almost identical envelope up in front of her face, but it was green.

"If it’s about transportation, I can pick you up. C'mon, the Vi I know and love would never miss out on a chance to get her ass handed to her in Super Smash Bros.“ Louis teased, earning a playful punch on the shoulder from Violet.

"Yeah, right,” Violet rolled her eyes, looking over at Aasim to see he also had one, but orange. “You going?”

"Nah, my moms are taking me camping this weekend.“ Aasim chirped, a glint of mischievousness in his voice. Noticing the curious glances from his two friends, he cracked an evil grin and spoke one word. "Campfire.”

“Smokey the Bear, Aasim,” Violet giggled, shaggy hair falling in front of her eyes. “What can you do to prevent forest fires?”

Louis laughed while Aasim rolled his eyes, picking up his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you guys at lunch.”

Aasim was gone for what seemed like half a second when Clementine appeared at her desk again, followed by Mr. Everett. Violet froze, her grip on her books tight.

“My dad wants to introduce himself. Not as Mr. Everett, but as ‘Cool Dad Lee.’” Clem raised her hands to make air quotes, while Le- Mr. Everett held out his hand to shake Violets’.

Bewildered, she shook his hand.

“Hello, Violet,” Mr. Everett looked happy, glancing between Clem and she. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

That line earned an elbow in the stomach from Clementine. Violet, still frozen, gave a robotic laugh.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you to ignore that part of the envelope where it says 'presents mandatory.’ My mom is a bit of a smart-ass.” Clem snorted, before cocking an eyebrow over at Louis. “Not you though, rich boy.”

Louis gave her some finger guns, a big, goofy smile on his face. “Respect for that.”

The second bell rang, interrupting the conversation. Violet threw her backpack over her shoulder, and shot a glance towards Louis. “Fuck, Ms. Martin is gonna be so pissed.”

"I’ll write you a pass. Don’t worry about it.“ Mr. Everett pulled a notepad out of his pocket and took the pen that was perched on Clementine’s ear. "Just.. try to make sure he actually gets there.” Mr. Everett gestured to Louis, who gave a mock gasp at the implication.

“Will do,” Violet promised, grabbing Louis by the neck of his coat. “I’ll uh.. see you two tomorrow night.”

“You’re coming?” Clem squealed, her eyes giving away how happy she was. Violet nodded sheepishly, looking back at Mr. Everett before dragging Louis out of the classroom.

“I like that girl,” Lee stated, capitalizing on the blush that had taken over Clem’s cheeks. “Reminds me of someone.”

Clementine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently as he made up a pass for her. “That’s good…”

Lee tore off the front page of the notepad, and held it high before giving it to Clem. “You have my blessing.”

Clementine’s flustered state turned into a fit of anger, as she jumped up to try and grab the pass out of his hand. “Shut. Up.” Clem grabbed onto the slip, wrenching it out of his arm. “I introduce you as my Cool Dad and this is how you repay me?”

Lee chuckled, putting the pen back behind her ear. “If you think I’m bad, just wait ‘til Carley sees her.. Oh, boy.. Her cheeks are gonna be red from all that pinching.”

Clementine huffed and stomped out of the classroom, putting all of her weight onto her prosthetic foot, so it noisily clattered. She kept up the noise until she knew she was out of ear shot, and smiled to herself, bunching the bottom of her sweatshirt up in her hands.

Her seventeenth birthday was going to be perfect.

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg violet #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg brody #twdg spoilers #twdg s4 #clementine x violet #violet x clementine #violetine #violentine

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floggingink · 5 years

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Riverdale, “Chapter Forty-Seven: Bizarrodale”

Jughead eats: QUICK SHOT OF BRUNCH

the print on Josie’s bomber jacket? confounding

“If there’s no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.”

Ms. McCoy in bright blue? confounding

have Moose’s eyebrows gotten thicker? he...he fine

Cheryl’s sheaths: like a true gay icon, Cheryl wears both a satiny demi-cup bustier and a flannel in bed with Toni, who’s rocking a sort of cottony Aerie bralette

Hermione’s earrings look like divining rods, which makes sense

“dangerously unhinged,” in this day and age? UNHINGED?

Cheryl is “legacy” in Riverdale’s version of Smith College

Cheryl’s pins: in her droopy 1920’s lady-reporter tie, Cheryl has a pin that is probably a bee but is POSSIBLY a giant frightening moth like in the Silence of the Lambs poster

Moose’s hair is longer or something and he’s like? I don’t know but I’m a gay boy all of a sudden, like let me at All That

I like how he pauses but goes in for more kisses after Kevin tells him he wants to ask him something

he’s like…..so tall….and he has this a little mole on his cheek….

(RIP Midge)

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: you look me in my pale astigmatic eyes and tell me the little snitch canary “told you they were in here sir” smug Malfoy stool pigeon ISN’T a pillow queen and I’ll give you this money RIGHT NOW. THAT thin-lipped smirk? with THAT cleft chin? he’s a gay, your honor

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: oh fuck!!!! Sweet Pea has a VERY vulnerable, soft-masculinity speech about his heartspace and emotional boundaries and he’s so fluffy-haired and trying to be gentle with himself……….SWEET PEA……..

Best costume bit: don’t miss the two-second shot of a Prostitute in a turquoise pencil skirt and red velvet blazer and pearls AND GLASSES leading a man by the tie down the Maple Club hallway

“Damn good coffee”: also this jazz music and Cheryl’s short pantsuit

WHERE CAN I GET CHERYL’S MINI BACKPACK

The Blossom spawn: I know Penelope Blossom is not out here suggesting there are no lesbians in what I assume is a women’s college. I remember when I got into My Women’s College one of the nuns at my church was like, Ha ha! Don’t let the drug-dealing lesbians get you! and I was like, How do you already know the plot of Riverdale season 3? but then I was also like, Ma’am why did you join this monastery?

Fifth period is AP English: “THIS IS THE PRICE OF SALT.”

Lawyer McCoy is right, Ex-Sheriff Keller IS a snack and this bitch’s blood sugar is low

I love Sierra and Whatsit playing Lawyers in bed because it happens to be my thing too and I want to be there with them

Certified pedigree: his name’s Tom right? he’s SO HANDSOME. everyone is so handsome right now!!!!!!! (I’m ovulating)

this is the same fancy hotel room Jughead and Betty stayed in when he sort of proposed to her? this is just the upscale version of the sex bunker

Kevin eats when he’s stressed, as you will recall from the drive-in S1 episode

“an epaulette to cry on”

Cheryl’s hair: and Cheryl’s sleeves!!!!!!!

Sixth period is Intro to Film: “looking like a community theater production of The Talented Mr. Ripley” is the SECOND time handsome bicurious Tom Ripley has been name-dropped (also the drive-in S1 episode)

“I can’t go back to Fox Forest” is like the most tragic thing. HE CAN’T GO CRUISING AGAIN

“Oh, sullen, tenderhearted Kevin.”

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: “RAPTUROUS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like that Cheryl continues to use words like “whilst” and “amongst”

is Moose wearing a denim Henley? MOOSE?

the closed captioning renders it “O shutterbug of my dreams.” “O,” LIKE CHERYL IS SHAKESPEARE

I absolutely buy that Cheryl would ask if this was their first fight mid-fight

only Toni among us could wear that many necklaces at once

I did get a little confused when Toni confronts Cheryl in the bathroom, like at first it was about how you shouldn’t out people but then it was about her not being in the Serpents? let’s focus, ladies

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie’s commitment to keeping her eyeshadow coordinated with her jackets over her commitment to boys is aspirational

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: I LOVE ARCHIE’S SIDE-EYE, LIKE………“SWEET PEA?”

Reggie on kneecapping: “Does that really happen?”

Reggie’s voice cracks me up. he’s just a big gorgeous squeezable side hustle dummy bro, so down for the ride, remember when he slugged Jughead? neither does he

REGGIE HONESTLY HONEST-TO-GOD IS JUST LIKE….RONNIE YO YOU NEED SOME MONEY?

“You can be my Baby Driver” uuuuuugggghghhhhhkkhhhhhhhhh REggggeieiee

“JUST PLEASE DON’T SCRATCH MY CAR” has more sexual energy than I think Archie has ever manufactured with anyone EXCEPT BETTY when they kissed that one time you know?????

why do you think Reggie is such a good doofus boyfriend while Archie was such a bad doofus boyfriend? is it because Archie tried to think for himself? or has Reggie just not been given the chance to fuck something up yet

I like Penelope bringing up Sierra and Tom getting married not to shade them but to just be like, They should be happy if they want. I was like, Damn, Penelope! You’re right!

“He is a vicious and petty god.”

lol oh yeah Hiram got shot

Gay?!: as has been discussed, Veronica is reading some classic lesbian pulp fiction for no other reason than I suppose she fucking likes it, and that is BDE

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica would wear those shoes to baby drive

SOMEONE TAKE ME ON A “MAD SAPPHIC CAPER”

Archie > Dawson: Archie is a hot-or-cold boyfriend but he is an EXCELLENT beard!!!! GOOD, ARCHIE

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: Reggie takes the same positive attitude towards getting shot and surviving that I hope I would have, which is “at least I can say I got shot”

Moose is like, out and THEREFORE dtf, as if they couldn’t have secretly been having sex this whole time

Toni conceded to Highsmith’s business formal dress code insofar as she wears a black vest over a plaid tie and that’s it

“WHOEVER YOU ARE, PLEASE BE CHILL.”

Veronica’s blue plaid coat SHOCKS me

Veronica was rich: Gladys admires Veronica and Reggie’s gumption showing up with only half the money

is it a coat or is it a miniskirt with a matching jacket?????

God bless jingle-jangle Moose: Moose is so excited that he just absolutely tells Cheryl he’s finally going to have sex. I know the show needs him to say it so Cheryl can tell him to BYOS, but it’s still cute of him, himself. is Moose kind of precious?

remember when Moose got gunned down in that car? Christ

HE BROUGHT A LITTLE RED CANDLE!!!!!

I love when people take off their whole belt, as if you can’t just undo it and still take your jeans off

dope deer skull! plus: everyone’s fucking

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: I’ve lost track a little bit of whether or not Alice KNOWS Betty and Jughead are literally/colloquially sleeping together in Betty’s bedroom, or are they taking advantage of her being gone?

The female gaze: Reggie’s chest is the new Archie’s chest

“NIGHT HAG”

“KEEP YOUR BOW CLOSE.”

Moose is MASSIVE like, do you see those arms?

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: HIS BEAUTIFUL FLIPPY HAIR ON THE PILLOW

Dilton Doiley Ethel Muggs The Gargoyle Children: the RROTC guy is Chris Cooper in American Beauty???

Gay.: Sierra was halfway right about “the jealousy thing”

even FP, conducting his interview in his flannel, is like, bruh

These students are legally children: his “Man, the Sisters did a number on you” feels like Riverdale’s version of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’s “The Catholics really fucked you up”

Jughead doubts it: Jughead makes a good point. is there one costumes everyone keeps using or is it that easy to DIY your own Gargoyle King?

“UR-KING,” JUGHEAD, PLEASE

oh I can see Jughead about to be disillusioned by his family coming a mile away

Archie’s soft soft sweater? confounding

at least Moose isn’t moving to Toledo, am I right

CHERYL’S SLEEVES?????????

What damn high school in America: Cheryl’s girl gang is 100% Teddy girls and I love them

THE WHITE STRIPE ON REGGIE’S SWEATER and the little black birds on Veronica’s shirt!

Gladys & JB are already a more powerful duo than FP & Jughead could ever hope to be

ARCHIE ASKS HER IF HE COULD KISS HER. THAT’S VERY SEXY OF YOU, ARCHIE. GOOD, ARCHIE

wait Moose is moving to Glendale? SABRINA-GLENDALE? MOOSE WAIT A SECOND?

NEXT WEEK: Gladys tells Veronica to pray, OH BOY

#riverdale #commentary #tropes #i say

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eachmostremembering · 5 years

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min & the three wishes (or, three late wedding gifts from a mother cat)

a/n: I’m trying to write this in the style of a fairy tale; barebones, a bit rhythmic, but, you know, with sapphics. We’ll see if I succeeded! Warnings for rape, death of an animal, unconventional abortion, and violence.

There was a butcher’s daughter who lived in the valley of the great mountains. She would often deliver product to the neighbors and take meat to the market, and soon many across the village had taken notice of her beauty, and it was the subject of much gossip across the town.

But the girl had no interest in this; she instead had much love for a stray cat that would appear at her stand at the market, and she began to bring extra scraps of meat to feed the cat. At first timid, the cat warmed to her and grew strong and healthy.

The cat began to accompany her everywhere she went, and the girl was so caught up in her errands and in taking care of the cat that she did not hear the new gossip: that the duke of the valley had heard of her beauty, and now wanted her to marry his son.

She arrived home one day, the cat at her feet, when her father said to her, “My daughter, I have wonderful news! The son of the duke came while you were at the market and has asked for your hand! He was so eager, he asked not even for your name first!”

The girl was happy about the good match but worried. She knew she had come of age, having turned eighteen the last spring. What if she was not a good wife? But at the sight of her father’s joy, she felt very hopeful about her match.

She was wed at the beginning of winter to the young and handsome duke’s son Chaza, and the entire day, as she ate delicacies and danced and spoke to rich families, she worried. She knew he would expect her to consummate their marriage, and she feared it. The only thing that gave her solace was her cat, which laid outside on the windowsill, eating a portion of chicken from the wedding feast.

While her new husband spoke to other nobility, the baker’s daughter Kay, a girl with the eyes of a cat, came up next to her. “Are you alright, my duchess?” she asked, despite the fact that the butcher’s daughter was not yet duchess, as Chaza had not yet taken his father’s title.

“I worry,” the butcher’s daughter said. “I know he will wish to consummate the marriage, but I do not think I can do so.”

Kay placed a hand on her arm in sympathy, then seemed to think–she glanced towards the window, then perked up. “Bring your cat to the castle, and tell him it is the tradition of your town to wait until the first mating season of the house cat before consummation, and if that rule is not kept, there will be vengeance sought.”

And the butcher’s daughter thanked Kay for her wisdom, and scooped up her cat; that night when Chaza came to her new room, she told him as Kay had said she should, and he responded, “Let us hope the mating season comes soon this year.” Once he left, she pet the cat’s head and whispered thanks to it, for saving her. The cat brushed its head against her arm, seemingly in response.

Every night, Chaza would reappear in her room, and she would say, “We must wait for the cats’ first mating season,” and he would reply, “Let us hope that mating season comes soon this year.” She continued this as the winter grew cold and bitter, and Chaza was disgruntled, but let her be. She would visit the market every weekend to see her father and to see Kay, the baker’s daughter and the girl with cat eyes, to thank her for her advice. They would meet in the clearing in the woods when they could, and when they could not, wrote letters. Very soon, they had grown incredibly fond of each other.

But soon it was spring again, and one day her cat wandered home, and it was clearly with child.

But that night, when Chaza reappeared, she still said, “We must wait for the cats’ first mating season,” and when he left, she began to worry again. She could not keep the secret for long.

She responded the same each day as the cat’s pregnancy progressed, and she claimed that she had only fed it more as it grew bigger. She was terribly afraid; she did not want to consummate her marriage and knew she would never want to consummate it. The cat gave birth to a litter of four lovely brown kittens inside the large drawer on her dresser, and that night, Chaza returned again.

“Surely, the mating season has come.”

“It has not, I assure you,” she said to him.

“It cannot be so. I want to see the cat, and see if it is not already with child.”

“I am not sure where she is,” she said.

“I will find it, then.”

He ruined the room searching for the cat, ripping off the covers of the bed and sending servants to search all around the castle. But soon the cat had noticed the noise and let out a sound, and Chaza was led to the drawer.

“Four kittens! You have lied severely! Did you think me dumb?”

“No, you must understand,” she pleaded. “I do not wish to consummate the marriage; I cannot.”

“It is not a matter of your wishes,” he growled. “And your cat shall pay for your crime.”

And thus, he picked up the cat and wrung its neck before dropping it onto the floor. The butcher’s daughter cried out, and he began to advance on her.

“Please,” she said to him, “you do not even know my name.”

“Your name has no connection to your purpose in this palace.” And then, he overtook her.

The next day was the weekend, and she went to the market to see Kay holding an object wrapped in cloth. Kay, upon seeing the tears on her face, took her face in her hands. The butcher’s daughter noticed they were a bit cooler than usual. “What troubles you, my duchess?”

She then showed Kay the body of the dead cat, with the kittens nestled up beside it. Kay’s eyes grew solemn.

They went to the clearing in the woods and buried the cat in the soft earth there, and then, crying, the butcher’s daughter told Kay all that had happened the night before as Kay comforted her.

“This is how I shall perish,” she cried with despair, “as the plaything of a man who does not even know my name, let alone love me.”

“No,” Kay said gently. “You shall survive; I know you and will do all I can to help you out of the palace.”

The butcher’s daughter thanked her, and they walked through the wood, having a peaceful time together. She gave Kay, as she could feed and take care of them, and keep them safe from the duke’s son, and the butcher’s daughter could bring meat from her father to keep them alive as they grew older.

Chaza continued his cruelty, and soon, the butcher’s daughter was with child. As soon as she could, she ran all the way to the market, but as she approached where Kay would be, her mouth grew dry. What would she say? How would she take it? Kay wouldn’t be unkind, but she knew it would not be good news.

But Kay wasn’t at her stand at the market, and when the butcher’s daughter checked at Kay’s cottage, she found her sick, laying in bed with the baker and his wife sitting around her.

“Kay!” The butcher’s daughter kneeled down at her bedside, and touched her forehead; it was cold of ice. “Oh no, Kay,” she said, brushing down Kay’s black hair.

“It is alright, my duchess. I am simply not feeling well.”

“Tell me what I can do to help, then,” the butcher’s daughter said gently.

“Hearing your voice is more than enough,” Kay replied.

She stayed until Kay fell asleep, and on the way home, stopped by the mother cat, kneeling where it was buried. “Oh, cat, so much has changed. I am with Chaza’s child, and my Kay has grown sick, and her skin has become ice cold. I worry she will pass, and I do not know how to help her,” she confessed. After, she went home.

She stopped by the grave on the way to Kay the next day, the near summer sun on her back, and she saw a thick patch of liama flowers–like bluebells, but of a silver color with petals like silk. She picked up all the flowers and went to her Kay.

She brewed a tea of half the flowers, and knelt near Kay, half-awake and spent from sickness, and gently guided her to drink the tea. It took not an hour before her skin started to warm, and she began to sit up.

Kay blinked and when she saw the butcher’s daughter, her expression warmed. “Oh, my duchess,” she said fondly. “I feel much better. Thank you.”

The butcher’s daughter smiled, and they embraced. They talked and talked and soon it approached sunset and Kay softly said, “You should head home.”

The butcher’s daughter shook her head. “I wish I never had to. I wish I could be here with you. I want to run away and never be near the palace again. I want to rid myself of what he has made me carry, and see you every day, without having to go back to him. I want nothing he has given me.”

Kay looked at her strangely. “You have made me such lovely tea. Perhaps you should have some as well.”

And she did have some of the tea. It was earthy and a little bitter, and they spent the rest of the night talking. It was nearly dark when she reluctantly and remorsefully returned to the palace.

But that morning, when she woke up, she had bled; she was no longer with child. She felt light the whole day, as if she were a bird hopping from branch to branch.

Chaza was angered, but it didn’t matter to her. Everything was almost okay again. Yes, she would survive this.

And Chaza got older–summer passed, and early fall came. It was almost his twenty-first birthday, and he would become the new duke and she a true duchess. The castle servants began to organize the ball for the coronation, and Kay’s father the baker was hired to create the pastries for the event.

There were two thrones of gold, one larger than the other, and Chaza sat in the larger one and she in the smaller. They placed a crown on his head and the people cheered–she could see Kay smile in the distance.

“You really are a duchess now,” Kay said during the feast and dance, and they ran up to the balcony, laughing and eating sweets that they had stolen.

“I am glad for you being here,” the butcher’s daughter said to Kay.

“And I am glad for you,” Kay replied. It was very quiet, and the butcher’s daughter stared at her dear Kay and kissed her, a kiss that Kay returned.

They realized, far too late, that they were on a balcony, with the people below them. They looked over the railing, and there was a small group staring up at them, and upon seeing that Kay and her had seen them too, they began to run. They would alert Chaza, and then she would be executed for adultery, and Kay would be executed for being an accomplice.

They ran down and out through the kitchen doors, starting towards the cottage before the butcher’s daughter realized that if they were not in the palace’s dungeon for execution, then their parents would be killed instead.

She stopped running, catching Kay to stop her as well. “I must go back,” she says. “I will beg him and maybe he will spare you,” she says.

“No! No,” Kay said. “No, I–we shall run away, we will make it to the next country. We’ll be safe. They will not hate us there. We could be together, and it would be alright.” Kay sounded scared, and it shook the butcher’s daughter some–Kay had never been scared, always calm.

“I cannot let him drive us out of the valley. My father is here, your parents are here. Everything is here.”

“Let us go to the grave,” Kay said, and they ran to it, and sunk their fingers into the earth and clawed it up until they reached the bones of the cat; each bone was in the right place, but where the spine should have been, there was a knife, with a blade and hilt of bone. They covered it up gently, then inspected the knife; on the hilt it was written, “A blade for knowing a name, and as thanks for caring for me, my children, and my sister.”

The butcher’s daughter held Kay’s hand.

They ran back, skirting around the town. Upon seeing the castle, fear began to rattle her ribs, but she hid the knife underneath her skirts and kept going forward. She left Kay in the cover of the woods, so there would be enough trees to cover her.

She walked into the throne room and collapsed to her knees. Chaza was in the room, and he gritted his teeth when he saw her.

“Chaza,” she whispered as he approached her. “I am dearly sorry, I did not mean to cause any harm. Please spare me,” she begged.

Chaza laughed. “Spare you? Spare an adulterous liar? Spare a duchess who does not know her place? You have been a failure of a bride, you do know.”

“Yes,” she said, shaking. “And it is why you should let me go, then.”

“What?”

“You do not love me, and I do not love you. I do not want your prestige. I do not need it. Let me go, then. Let me and my own go, and I will never bother you again.”

“This is why you will die. Your arrogance. To think that you could escape. Or your lover.”

And then, he brought out Kay, held in place by a guard. The butcher’s daughter ceased breathing, and in her shocked state Chaza kicked her onto the side, disrupting the knife, which slid out of her skirts.

His anger exploded. "You came here not to negotiate, but to kill me. And your lover shall be killed with your own blade.

She struggled to her feet, but another guard held her down as Chaza picked up the knife and shoved it into Kay’s chest, and the butcher’s daughter cried out.

But nothing changed. Kay blinked as Chaza removed the knife, which had no blood on it at all. She seemed to have a burst of strength almost and managed to escape the guard–she almost glowed, then, and the guard holding down the butcher’s daughter loosened his grip.

And suddenly, she remembered what the blade’s engraving had said–for knowing a name.

“Kay, the knife!” and she beckoned to herself.

“You think to make yourself strong,” Chaza laughed, “but I believe I will make this enchantment mine.” And then, Chaza sank the blade into his chest; he choked, suddenly, and fell to the ground.

“What is my name, Chaza? I have been with you near a year. Tell me my name.”

But he did not know it, and so he died. The butcher’s daughter looked at Kay and said, “You knew my name.”

“Min,” Kay said.

“I never told you.”

“I knew.” Kay smiled. “You and I are one and the same.” And they embraced and kissed as both guards stared at the dead duke, unsure of what to do next.

Min answered their question. “I am still the duchess.” Min smiled, then. “I believe you will again crown me.”

And so they did, and there was another great wedding and coronation, and both brides were beyond glad to be there. There was a feast and dancing, and they still went on walks through the woods, and Min, the butcher’s daughter and duchess of the valley, and Kay, the baker’s daughter, duchess of the valley, and the mother cat’s sister, lived happily ever after.

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SCZF 2018 Exhibitor List

Philistines Zine Co. (Columbus, OH) >Philistines

Philistines is a collection of stories, art, letters, and social commentary. Send anything that can be scanned and printed to philistines (dot) zine (at) gmail (dot) com Curated by Stephen David

https://philizine.tumblr.com/

Hannah Williams, HRW (Parma Hts, OH) >Relative Strangers, Smoking Dreams, Tag Along, and others

Perzines centered on a certain subject-- for example Smoking Dreams is about smoking, Tag Along is about graffiti. Also: vintage photos and ephemera, cut and paste art, and recurring themes of nature and Cleveland.

http://wemakezines.com/members/hrw7005/

Ben Wright-Heuman - Cartoonist Extraordinaire (New Albany, OH) >The Letters of the Devil, CosPain, The Man in Green, The Light Outside the Window, Trinary My work is multigenre. I have a mystery graphic novel, a humor comic strip collection, and minicomics covering horror, sci-fi, fantasy, and memoir. I have a little bit of everything for everybody! www.BWHComics.com

Courtney Hahn (Fort Wayne, IN) >Drop Out, Enough Space for Everyone Else, Podunk My work is cute, consistent and versatile. While I tend to explore the same themes, I try to keep the subject matter and styles interesting and fresh.

http://www.courtneyartstuffs.com/

Michael Fehskens (Columbus, OH) >R-Complex, Tariffs for Tsavo, The Travels of Tabby Timbuck Michael Fehskens is a midwestern artist and author. Born in Pennsylvania and graduated from Columbus College of Art & Design, where he studied illustration and comic art.

Wrote and illustrated children's books and graphic novels full of animals, lush landscapes, and psychedelic cosmic nonsense. His unique style is often compared to a combination between Alex Grey & Doctor Seuss.

www.michaelfehskens.com

The Dollhouse & friends (Columbus, OH) >The Dollhouse/Local Cool Kids The Dollhouse is a feminist art zine that I publish every month! I will also have a few zine buds bringing their projects too! The Dollhouse is also a venue in Columbus! https://www.instagram.com/Thedollhousezine/

*Draw Down Books (New England Region, USA) >World Order, La Joconde et le cadre, Luck, White Bricks Draw Down Books is a designer-run publishing platform based in New England, producing small and unique books & zines with a focus on graphic design, photography, typography, illustration, and architecture. We also operate an online shop where we distribute zines by graphic design students and professionals, Riso-printed zines, and other publications. In addition to publishing the work of others, Draw Down publishes our own photo, design, and illustration work.

Draw Down feels it is important to highlight and support zine and artist book culture. We contribute regularly to http://stencil.wiki/fairs and highlight different artist book and zine fairs via Twitter. It's important for us to support fairs of different sizes and scales - we think zines are an empowering art form, a site for art production, writing experimentation, and cultural criticism.

https://draw-down.com/

*Liz Tetu (Minnesota) >Lipstick, Spacebian Lipstick is a smart punk perzine playing with drag, humor, photography, and the construction of comic strips to talk about trans issues. Black & white, 12-pages, 5.5 x 8.5 inches. Spacebian is a cute funny comic that follows Sam, a Sapphic sun-scrubber, and her butch tech-savvy friend Tyler as they both discover the hidden perils of space. Black, white, & grey, 16-pages, around 4.25 x 5.5 inches. I'm a white, bi, butch Bear from MN. I print my zines at the local library and hand assemble them with my swinging compatriot, the fanciest hand-operated Swingline stapler you've ever seen. I usually contribute to larger zine projects; look for me in Exposure: Queer Masculine Sexuality, Cartoon Punk: Artists Against Fascism, and Queer-Spirit Charity Zine - Issue 1!

https://busyliz.weebly.com/

*Matthew Scott Gualco (Brooklyn,CA) >Frank Oceans, Emai Ejaculation,Doom/Doomed/Dooms Much of my art comes from my own dyslexic misunderstanding of the world and my misadventures therein. I have a mixed-bag of zines, posters, and wearable swag that make light of the highbrow art world and our own lowbrow pop culture. I genuinely want to make people smile when they interact with my art and invite them to contemplate the sacredness of some of our value systems.

http://www.matthewgualco.com

StudMuffinZine (Olmsted Falls, OH) >StudMuffinZine Politics, music, art, comics, poetry, stories, and fart jokes. Circa 2002.

http://studmuffinzine.tumblr.com/

*The Panoptic Press (Webster, NY) >Various works Comics and limited run print including zines, photo publications, collage, and artists' books.

http://www.thepanopticpress.com/

Zuri - Juste Milieu (Detroit, MI) >Juste Milieu Lit + Art Zine , Not Too Far from China , Woes of a Well-Lit City

The juste milieu, the happy medium, between reality and art. JM was created to give independent writers and artists a space to have their works published, in print and online. With at least two issues per season, JM shares the work of poets, storytellers, photographers, and illustrators.

http://www.literaryhomegirl.com/

Meg Has Issues (Atlanta, GA) >Cat Therapy, Cat Detective, Damn Hipsters, Open In Case of Emergency

My comics mostly consist of cats, terrible humor, self care, and absurdity. I create works on a variety of subjects (mostly my cat) with the goal of making people smile.

www.meghasissues.com

*Mattias Gunnarsson (Göteborg, SWEDEN) >Various works The publications I make are either collections of drawings out of sketchbooks or they are part of ongoing processes where I collaborate with others. My zines are traces of the work I do.

www.mattiasg.se

New Cult + Cheering and Waving Press (Lancaster, OH) >New Hearts New Bones, Hypernormalisation, Haddonfield, MOLESTED

Our longest running zine (est 2010) New Hearts New Bones focuses on political, social, and theological commentary on recent local and global events. The zine often includes collage work. Our latest zine MOLESTED tells a story of childhood sexual abuse and healing with a focus on prevention and support. We also focus on feminism, economics, global warming, and morality in our zines. Our work is meant to spark conversations and open dialogues about topics that are not normally discussed, especially in public spaces.

This is the second year that Cheering and Waving Press (CWP) has organized Street Cat Zine Fest in Lancaster, OH. This year in partnership with New Cult.

http://newcult.org/ https://cheeringandwaving.tumblr.com/

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