incredibly heartbreaking when a really sweet bookseller gushes about a book you’re buying from their shop and tells you how much they love it and how much you’re gonna love it and it’s such a warm interaction and then you go home and read it and it is. painfully boring
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Oh. Moffat is speed running now.
Half of the episode was good and actors were doing so fucking good. And then other half happened. Actors still good but episode became shit.
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I need your opinion on plus and minus series.
Or links to the posts.
My opinion?
It was a good show until it wasn't.
Actually, it was a great show until it wasn't any more and then it suddenly slid into a weird place that I think never resolved well and took away from the show in the end.
I can clarify.
Having the last conflict be the break up and the having the narrative treat both of their parts in it as equal took me out of the show entirely and destroyed the emotional pathos of the ending.
I can explain a bit more.
I wanted to love that show so much but it let me down by removing any sense of emotional pathos at the end. They set up Li Gong hurting Ze Shou and then just... didn't. Then they were placed narratively equal in the end and it made no sense.
That ending was so frustrating because the rest was so good and had so much potential and it felt very thrown away by not having any actual pathos or apologies or anything that mattered.
So, there you go!
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blehhh...
i made an aa/lawyersona of @snapscube :3 we all know and love the lawyer+silly girl duos of ace attorney but it's about time the silly girl became the lawyer
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*Talia visiting Damian*
Talia: Damian, how are you? *glares at Dick*
Damian: I am doing well mother
Dick: *from behind him* *mouthing: why the fuck are you here?*
Talia: oh that's great! I see you have a new pet? *Mouthing back: to see MY son*
Damian: this is Haley, Grayson's dog, she's staying with me while he goes on a mission.
Dick: *flipping Talia off where Damian can't see* yep, he's so good with animals
Talia: I'm aware *throws a knife at him*
Dick: *throws it back*
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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