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doomedship · 2 years

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I’m at the point where they should really just let us into the writers room lol. We’d probably do it way better after the season so far.

I’m concerned about them losing people after the break if the next two eps don’t go the way they should. It’s probably safe for a 5th season since it’s on par with other 10pm ABC dramas, but maybe if they have a sharp decline in viewers they’ll change things since they write as they go along I think? I don’t know. People are at the end of their ropes. And it probably will get worse. At least until Chenford begins looking like themselves again and gets a move on it with progression. I feel like more damage control might be on the horizon lol. Help us all.

With the frequency of breaks this show takes and the lack of overarching plots it's not the best for creating a consistent sense of momentum. It's definitely not a show that has narrative hooks. My understanding is people really just tune in because they are attached to at least one of the components, be that Chenford or Nathan or Jenna or whoever.

I think the fanbase that consists of Nathan fans is bound to be fine, steady and consistent. Nolan is the only one perpetually rammed down our throats in broadly the same manner. He hasn't had a character assassination, he's never really even had a flaw. So from that perspective, the show will keep trudging on.

However, even non-Chenford oriented reviews after Sunday are none too impressed by the writing and I think that's been noticeable.

I think many reviewers noted that the plot was weak for the last episode. I.e. they ruined the whodunnit they were building up by suddenly having that side character appear early on in the episode, turning up very conspicuously at the police station, so it was obvious he wasn't just a random side character.

Cue a very lengthy confrontation where only Nolan appears. Sidelining every single other character and removing any element of risk or doubt since there was no way in hell anything bad would actually happen to Nolan.

So if the plots are just 😐 even for casual viewers, that's when you're in dangerous territory.

On the point about damage control, I wonder to what extent the show is even aware of what's going wrong. It's hard to get the point across to the right people, after all.

I've also noted the very angry and hostile backlash from a few individuals against the people commenting that the writing wasn't great on Twitter, accusing those who comment they didn't like the episode of "ruining it" for everyone else if they let the show cast and crew know they were disappointed. I find this an unhealthy stance. There seems to be a crippling fear of critical commentary in some quarters which I'd say actually undermines any chance of seeing a return to the kind of writing that was almost universally enjoyed by the fandom.

If the show is letting the audience down such that ever larger numbers have concerns on serious topics, including the increasingly misogynistic portrayal of women or the erasure of non-white characters, I think it's totally valid to tell the people concerned, politely. An audience doesn't have much power to change a show's course but staying silent is guaranteed to lead to more of the same.

None of the @s I've seen have been hateful or lacking actual basis. It's not vitriolic or just for the sake of saying something negative. It's usually just a question, "why do the women have a lesser role this season", or an expression of wishes, "I hope Lucy has more serious storylines soon". This is, in my book, completely reasonable.

How can the show do better if all anyone ever says is thank you, that was perfect?

Obviously I'm not saying go nuts tagging all the cast and crew and demanding things left, right and centre. I myself don't particularly like directly engaging with any of them (hence why I'm on Tumblr much more than Twitter) so keep this to a minimum. The cast in particular have little say over what gets put into the show, they just bring it to life, so I don't see much to gain complaining to them about the writing.

But asking questions and holding executives and writers to account isn't a crime worthy of a witch hunt like some are suggesting.

#chenford #ds: asks #the rookie

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writr4luvrs · 5 years

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Request: Nisha finds a young child and takes them in.

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Being alone is what you've had to deal with since the orphanage shut down, your care taker rain into debt, and no one was going to consider taking in a child that was "too old". One by one the children were either getting jobs, leaving the city to join the bandits, or were just... gone. Soon, you had to leave the city because you weren't contributing to the cycle of economics.

In the beginning, living outside the city sucked: being constantly shot by bandits especially since you were part of a bandit gang, having to live in constant war for territory; nearly suffocating, either cause you lost track of time or you bandit brothers and sisters wanted to prank you; or constantly being nearly eaten by the Elpis' many creatures. Though, one bandit treated you different, teaching you everything she knew about Oz kits and how to make them last, how to add mods to them, or how to make them simply explode. She was a great teacher... until she died while joyriding off a cliff in a moon buggy (the way she wanted). After the incident you left the bandit gang and walk, stole a buggy til it ran out of gas, and found a garage in a not so quiet area.

You turned it into your own shop using your knowledge of Oz kits, and despite selling the kits, earning what little credits you could, life outside the city still fucking sucked. And, hey, maybe it got worse once a few bandits started becoming aware that maybe your kits were maybe rigged to fail over a period of time so that maybe the bandits would come back and maybe you could earn a few extra alleged credits.

"You little shit..." one of the six bandits growl at you while the rest thought to trash your garage. You thought you could just con me out of my fucking money?!" he grabs you up by the collar, god you hope he doesn't punch you again.

"You signed a warranty." You recall the paper with a handwritten sentence that stated "No refunds" with just a line underneath it for signature. "I can't read, asshole." He replies. You pause, haven't thought of that before.

"Well... I don't understand how that's my fau-" earning you another punch in the face and you thrown to the floor. While lying there, thinking over all that had happened the last few months to avoid this very moment. You tilt your head up to the sound of a gun cocking and see that it's aimed at you. The sight makes you start to silently cry, making it hard for you to breathe, you didn't want to die. Seconds before he's able to pull the trigger, he turns around to the gunshots and his crew yelling at someone. You use this opportunity to run, earning bullets in your direction and as you take cover behind a toppled over desk, and peaking over you see a brown woman in a cowboy hat. It was like everything was in slow motion as you watched her take out the gang so... easily. The show was interrupted as a bandit falls in front of you, eyes rolled and tongue out of their mouth.

You gag at the sight, you want to throw up but you feel like you've run out of fluids due to the earlier punches to your stomach.

Within seconds, everything was quiet until you hear footsteps in your direction and the desk is kicked and you no longer have your cover, finally getting a clear look at the woman, immediately blurting the words: "Are you emo?" earning you a scowl. "The one eye covered is kind out of style don't you think?"

"Hey, at least mine is clean, kid." she responds, you hint that she's amused. "And that's not how you respond to someone that just saved you."

"It's the trauma and shock talking, besides I had everything handle."

"Did you?" she refers to the tear streaks, bruises, and the destroyed garage.

"Downsides of being an entrepreneur."

"Sad to see the job officially over."

"Huh?" You question as you move amongst the garage to pick up some valuables, sad when you see the only baby picture of you crumbled.

"Putting it blunt, I'm being paid to keep your little ass from continuing your independent business."

"Says who?!"

"Says the credits sent to my account, you're lucky I don't kill you like ordered and if I don't someone else..." she nods to the dead. "will." She looks around, opening lockers for anything that will aid her in her journey, she was leaving. She was right, you knew more bandits would come and if not bandits, assassins like her who would kill you for their capitalist employer. You dropped the no longer valuables and grabbed your bug out backpack, you're going with the cowgirl.

The cowgirl steps out of the garage, her Oz kit activating and you followed, your Oz kit activating as well. "What are you doing?" she questions after taking no more than a couple steps.

"What are you doing?" you question back.

"Walking." she answers, continuing her journey, taking a few glances over her shoulder seeing as you continued to follow her steps. She turns around to pick you up, retrace her steps and place you back at the garage before she continued only for you to continue following her. "No, no. I am not playing mother duck."

"Well, I can't stay at the garage."

"Then go to Concordia."

"I can't and won't."

"Well, you can't follow me!"

"I don't want to be alone." She replies by throwing her head back and letting out a loud groan.

"I might actually kill you..." she mutters. "You can't follow me, I do bad people stuff."

"Yeah..." you blink.

"I kill and have killed hundreds of people and creatures, gone to many dangerous lands, and have agreed to illegal deals for a lucrative amounts of credits, you will not follow me." You give her a silence and a slow blink, you began dissociating at the word 'have' and she realized you weren't listening and sighs. "The moment we get somewhere safe and quiet, you are to stay there and not follow me.

And you followed, even after finding the seemingly unquiet and high temperature place she wanted to dump you at, you continued to follow her, learning her name was Nisha and she was a vault hunter.

At one point she got sick of it and threatened her way into getting you a "free" stay in Concordia of the now dead Mayor and Sheriff's luxury apartment. You stay there happily and took every moment to be at her side whenever she visited the small city, asking her about her journey, her guns, her hat, her make up, her friends, etc. It bugged her, she even yelled at you due to her annoyance. She yelled, calling you a bother and wished you'd stop pestering her. It took one of her colleague to get her to stop.

The incident made you embarrassed, it hurt you, making you leave the city, getting barley lost, distracting you by throwing rocks at small alien pests. Despite your efforts to get closer to her, you were still alone. You sit in the moon's dirt and hug your knees, drawing in the dirt slowly, ignoring the fast falling stars and quickly darkened sky only for you to be picked up by your collar and look eye to eye to Nisha. "Where have you been? You know it's dangerous to leave the city?!" Only responding to her was a pouty face and eyes that looked away from her, she let you go and sighs, a hand on her hip.

Nisha knew why and unknowingly to you, it upset her that she automatically compared herself to a deceased relative. A moment passed before a quick "Sorry" left her and she grabs your hands to guide you back to the city. "Don't leave again, it's too dangerous and you can get hurt and..." she stops her rambling. "Just don't, not without me and not without protect." She takes you to Moxxi's bar and you both sit at the bar in silence for a moment before she orders two shots of sambuca, you smelt the scent even before Nisha handed one to you.

"I'm going to say this once, look at me," she begins, making sure you have her strict attention. "You will not leave this city without me until you are old enough and well and ready to protect yourself. I will train you and you are not to question me, I'm teaching you to survive, understand?" You give a hesitant nod as an answer. "I want to hear you."

"Yes... I understand."

"Good, now drink fast." she downs the shot before setting the glass on the bar, she waits for you.

"It smells bad." she grins, waiting for you. You down the shot as quickly as possible, making a face and sticking out your tongue in disgust, earning a chuckle from Nisha. She places a hand on your head giving a proud "good." It isn't even a minute later before you run outside the bar and throw up in the nearest corner.

"It was one shot...to be fair it was sambuca." she guides your dizzy figure to your home and gets you in bed.

"I don't want to drink sambuca again."

"That's fair, it was only an agreement."

"I don't have to call you mom do I?"

"Please don't."

"Now I have to call you mom, mom."

"Stop." she sings before turning out your lamp light.

"With auntie Athena and and uncle Wilhelm."

"And cousin claptrap.."

"...Nevermind." you fall asleep.

#borderlands #nisha the lawbringer #nisha kadam #borderlands the pre sequel #handsome jack #nisha kadam aesthetic #mine #original

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