#The Refrigerator Monologues

[malinaa]

THE REFRIGERATOR MONOLOGUES by CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE

[lesbiansybelle]

The Refrigerator Monologues by Catherynne M. Valente// Amazing Spider-Man (1963) #121// Across The Spider-Verse// Self Love by Metro Boomin & Coi Leray// Edge of Spider-Verse #2

[breathetoseethetruth]

I can't even begin to describe just how much Catherynne M. Valente's works make my heart and soul bloom.

[lumilescense]

I think one of the main problems i had with Valente's The Refrigerator Monologues is that all the voices of the women sound the same with only changes to like, their accent. In a book like this with so much riding on describing the different women who get fridged and how it went for them, the lack of variety in their vooces really bogged down the messaging and reading experience. Like, i enjoyed the first half of the book, then slowly got more and more annoyed as it didnt seem to explore anything new.

The problem with them having the same voice echoes throughout narrative decisions as well. Women are not always fridged the same way, nor do they remain fridged the same way, and the book doesnt really acknowledge this. Using characters like Gwen Stacy and Harley Quinn for example, both of them have had distinct comebacks and new treatments in the public consciousness. Exploring the ways they are either clawing to make a name for themself, how they are still tied to a man's image, etc, all that could be nice!

[arseniccattails]

I'm glad people liked The Refrigerator Monologues for the media analysis and narrative deconstruction because I did too but I'm a tried and true Valente fan so I also went insane over the food descriptions.

[filmnoirsbian]

Don't you guys get tired of saying the same things over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over? Your brain is dying. Feed her an original thought.

[white-weasel]

Seeing everyone praise an author in the comments of a TikTok and I’m wondering if I just read one of her duds or if I just didn’t “get it”

[genesis-quoi]

My big-brained friend @nortedwayfinder and I like to imagine that food shortage is a prominent part of aosth. Sometimes the children are on the run for a while and can’t stop safely, or simply run out of money or friendly faces to rely on for charity, and that means they sometimes go days without eating.

Angsty, right? Haha (kinda) WRONG !!!

Because Sonic and Tails are masters of improv and being public nuisances alike. Tails gets nabbed?? He’s actually in the kitchen the whole time robotnik is busy monologuing, stuffing his face and stealing snacks to save for Sonic when he arrives.

Because if some dude is gonna burden you with the weight of growing up super fast and make an 11 year old and a toddler the sole guardians of the peace then you should be able to clean out his refrigerator. like fuck you and ur stupid shrink ray ivo im taking the thin mints

[martyrbat]

grimm – batman: legends of the dark knight #149

[ID: a panel sequence of young Dick Grayson just two months after his parents' murders. He's sulking at the dining table in the grandiose Wayne Manor. The dinner is taking place in front of a lit fireplace that causes the entire room to have a soft, bronze glow to it. The table itself is long and decorated and Bruce Wayne is sitting on the opposite end of it. Alfred Pennyworth prompts, “More mashed potatoes, Master Dick—?” But Dick is too busy thinking about a young criminal he ran into when he snuck out earlier. He quietly mutters the taunt she told him, “‘Spoiled brat in a circus suit’—?” Alfred asks, “Was that a yes or a no?” The pouting child brusquely tells him, ”no,” which causes the butler to clear his throat. Dick begrudgingly corrects himself, “No thank you, Alfred.” Alfred responds, “As you wish, Master Dick.”

But Dick is already uttering another taunt under his breath, “‘Lap of luxury’!” Bruce leans forward slightly and asks if everything is okay but Dick dismisses his concern. He excuses, “I'm... I'm not very hungry, Bruce. Is it okay if I go to my room?” Despite his obvious qualms, Bruce awkwardly smiles and replies, “Uh... Of course. Certainly.” Dick gets up as Alfred tells him the food will be in the refrigerator if he gets hungry later but Dick just ‘uh-huh’s him as he walks away. With the child upstairs, Bruce immediately stands up and paces. He stops in front of the fireplace and stares into the blaze as he monologues his worries, “Maybe this was a mistake. What in the world made me think I could raise a boy? I don't know the first thing about it! I've always been a loner! I don't have the knowledge... or the disposition... to make this work.” Alfred wryly asks, “Are you addressing the fireplace, Sir—or me?” But Bruce stresses his demur without looking at him, “His parents are dead, Alfred! What gives me the temerity to believe I can replace them in his life?”

Alfred solemnly reassures, “I asked myself the same questions once. What in the world did a butler know about raising a young man who'd just lost the two people he loved most in the world? But strangely enough, Sir—I adapted. I learned. I learned because I wanted to... Because I cared. And... despite some difficulties along the way—I think the young man in question turned out splendidly. And I think Master Dick will too.” Bruce doesn't say anything but he his eyes closed in thought as Alfred talks before looking at him with a soft smile. He straightens his posture when Alfred finishes and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently grateful for the man's fatherly reassurance and support once again. END ID]

[eddieandbird]

Needs

Summary: Things become tense between you and Joseph since moving into his London flat. tw/tags: fluff|f!reader|joe’s pov|cursing|hurt/comfort|possesive!joe|drinking ment| A/N: it’s been a long while since i wrote a joe quinn blurb, hope i still got it - bird

I really can not believe you. You were out the entire night and didn’t even give a word about where you were going. I could feel my stomach bubbling with anxiety when I called your cell and you didn’t answer right away. When you finally texted me your location, I leaped up from the couch and got there as soon as I could. Anger was buzzing around my head, flushing my cheeks. I couldn’t even be bothered to play the radio. My breathing was erratic, I don’t think I was able to exhale properly until I saw you there.

I rolled down my window to see you on the curb, your lipstick smudged across your cheek and you held your strappy heels in your lap. My disappointed look met your sorrowful one before I demanded 

“That’s enough, yeah? Get in the car,” Your sigh developed a cloud in the cold London air, but not another word came from you when you got into the passenger seat. Not a “Thank you for picking me up, Joe,” or an “I’m sorry Love, I missed you,”. Just a car ride filled with thick silence and hardly audible breaths. 

Upon arriving back at the flat, you rushed to throw your shoes carelessly at the front door and stomped to the kitchen.

 “Oh that’s lovely isn’t it?” I said sarcastically, my back pressed up against the side of the refrigerator. “Not only did I wait up on you all night and find you on the street, I have to pick up your mess too. Thanks for that, Darling,” You opened the fridge, obstructing my view of you. 

“What do you want from me Joe?” you groaned, rummaging through our foods. 

“Right now? Absolutely nothing. The whole night? I was pacing the floors wanting to know where you were, then finally when I heard from you, I came to find you absolutely pissed in a gutter!” I raised my voice, something I’ve rarely done in front of you. I could see you flinched, your hand shot away from the door handle.

You slammed the fridge door closed and insisted on being inches away from my face. “You smell alcohol on me, Babe? I haven’t been drinking,” you blurted before pushing your palms into my chest. 

“Then what’s with your makeup running down your face? And why are you dressed like a go-go dancer?” I wrapped my hands around your wrists and pulled your attention back to me. “I wanted to go out… but I got lost. Didn’t even make it to the pub. Cried my fucking eyes out in the alleyway,” You couldn’t keep eye contact as you admitted it to me. 

“Now what the hell are you doing wandering around London without me? It’s not safe. You don’t know your way round here yet,” I said firmly.

“What am I supposed to do, Joe? I’m bored! I’ve been waiting all week to go out with you and you haven’t had any time for me!” You spat with tears welling up in your eyes. I broke my gaze in an attempt to prevent myself from crying.

“I thought we went over this, yeah? It’s not like I’m out at parties, I am working. Working for you, right? Cuz I love you. I wanted you to have this comfortable flat because I know how hard it was to move out here,” I strained to say. 

“Sure this place is nice but it’s lonely without you here. And I know you have to work, I get it, I just… think maybe we made a mistake,” It was painful hearing you say that. 

“S-so what are you saying? Do you want to move back to America?” My voice shook. “Because I’m telling you right now, it will not happen. I will not force you to stay… but know that I will do anything to make you want to stay,” I sheepishly held my arms out. Every fiber of me begged for you to come embrace me. “Please I-“

My pathetic monologue was graciously interrupted by you holding me. I wrapped my arms around you tightly and kissed you harder than I ever had.

“I’m sorry… I promise I’ll let you know where I’m going next time. That was really stupid of me,” You sobbed into my chest and I pressed my lips to your forehead.

“I’m sorry too. I’ll be sure to schedule dates like I used to. I’ve been busy, but I will never be too busy for you,” I picked your chin up off my chest and looked down at you. My heart melted at the sight of you looking up at me with love in your eyes. They then fluttered closed and I brought you in for another tender kiss.

[edith-is-a-cat]

i desperately wanna be creative writing wise. the self ship shit all right lets roll it out typed out in app (may not look for errors) aint gonna be long since its one-ish scene

hi ms auburn subjects you to this :3!! @cloudcountry

dont forget my irl they gotta be subjected too @samsung-refrigerator-2000

thought of this while with my bio dad in a kroger so you know i was cooking

580 words and apparently the site i use to check thinks this..

"Fuck--Shit-- Ugh Idia... uhm give me a second please. Sorry." They murmured out more curses against the chain around their neck.

As Ede fiddled with the accursed clasp; hands shaking so hard it could swear they were going to drop the two precious soda tabs that were on the chain. Though after a few more fucks, shits, and damn its were thrown at the clasp it finally decided to do its job and unhook from the chain. It grabbed one tab white knuckles around the small thing while shoving the other tab an chain in their cardigan pocket.

"So.. Well... Uhm Fuck.. This may be a bit stupid--bit of an odd way to well uhm.. Confess." They looked down at the ground face already redder.

Idia just narrowed his eyes he KNEW this was way too romantic of a spot to just hang out with someone at. (Yes, Ede, very good choice sunset on a cliff overlooking the ocean; yes, he will never guess what he was called here for.) He almost got smug smile stuck on his face after guessing correct. He was thinking to himself: he just predicted the enemy's at-- OH WAIT WHAT. Pause, Pause, Rewind, Slow the playback, WHAT DO THEY MEAN CONFESS.

Internally Idia was processing everything like an old laptop with The Sims 4, 48 Chrome tabs, Spotify, Discord, and OBS all at once. But the outside hardware looked fine, he was stood there like a tall stack of rocks as Ede started their confessional monologue.

"Well uh.. this just may be a bit stupid but please just hold out your hand? I have a thing for you"

Idia without too much thinking held out his hand, partially still thinking about them confessing to him romantically and why the hell they were giving him one of its soda tabs. Yeah, Ede was right, very odd way of confessing. They shakily placed the knick-knack in his palm yanking their hand back in fear (not like hes gonna bite), hands held together as if in prayer.

Idia stared at the tab, didn't look like how he usually got them off the can. This one was different to his usual ones, it had a little metal piece with a hole in the middle, where there usual was nothing.

"Well uhm Yeah this was a stupid idea but fuck it I'm already here… It was meant for someone else for awhile, but I won't ever get to see them so the one in your hand is for you now… So uhm the tab means I would like a kiss for this scenario it also means something more. I love you Idia. It means I love you so much more than the little platonic love yous I would just drop casually." They take a sharp breath, cutting through the lump building in their throat, "Just-- If you return my feelings give it back, if you don't just throw it away."

They stare down at the ground, adrenaline fueling the getaway plan, run until its lungs hurt.

Thank Seven Idia was still blue screening because Ede sprinted down the cliff as fast as their legs could to get back to NRC Campus, back to Ramshackle, back to its haven to hide from his reaction.

Idia just stood there like rock soda tab in hand. Well? guess that was a W for him.. just gotta hope they aren't too afraid to talk to him again, he has to return it somehow...

[malinaa]

THE REFRIGERATOR MONOLOGUES by CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE

[lesbiansybelle]

"I belong in the refrigerator. Because the truth is, I'm just food for a superhero. He'll eat up my death and get the energy he needs to become a legend."

[pillow-anime-talk]

make out session with albert.

request: hello there! could i maybe request albert moriarty with a male reader getting caught in a make out session by his brothers or moran? it’s alright if it gn reader too tho- if you don’t write x male reader

# tags: scenario; secret current relationship; hot romance; fluff; a bit of comedy; wet kisses; suggestive

includes: male reader ft. albert james moriarty & sebastian moran in the background {kny}

author’s note: sorry, anonnie, that you waited so long :( and ofc, i also write for male readers!

It was a very quiet night; though the sky was dark and full of stars, it was one of the warmer nights of that terrible March. You and Albert were at your favorite cafe that day, like every Friday. Your weekly meetings have become something of a tradition since you started dating. Although at the beginning your relationship was purely friendly and without major obligations, you have been in a full-fledged partnership for three months, not only in a relationship existing out of human curiosity.

Until now, you’ve spent Fridays and Saturdays at your apartment if the opportunity arose, but tonight, due to bad weather, Albert took you to his house, which was much nearer than your small place in the middle of the city.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” The man asked as soon as you crossed the threshold of the great house (or rather villa) of the Moriarty brothers.

“Well...” You looked at him with a slight smirk as you took off your shoes. “Since you’re asking...” You added cheerfully, hanging your brown coat on the hanger.

“Then I’ll suggest a ham and vegetable sandwich or a cheese and tomato omelette.” He also responded by taking off his outer clothes and shoes, and then together with you he went to the saloon, and next to another, slightly smaller room. “I can also make fried fish or eggs benedict.”

“Omelette sounds very delicious.” You admitted smiling slightly and your partner nodded.

“So go to my bedroom and get some clean clothes, then come back to me. We will eat supper together and drink some hot tea with honey.” He instructed you and you nodded this time. However, before you went to the dark-haired man’s bedroom, you approached him for a short while, snuggling into his rain-scented body and clothes. A few seconds later you looked into each other’s shiny eyes and connected your lips in a light but long kiss.

The tenderness you showed each other very quickly turned into a lustful act; Albert’s hands were on your hips and you wrapped your arms around his warm neck, pulling him even closer to you. You just wanted to get into his skin and feel its pleasant softness and taste. 

The kitchen got warmer, and a drop of saliva ran down your chin. For almost half a minute, you didn’t break even an inch from each other, all the time touching each other’s bodies and faces, as well as hands and hair.

Only after a while (which for you was a pleasant eternity) did you both hear a light cough combined with laughter and you immediately turned to the source of the noise. Your cheeks blushed almost immediately, and your eyes turned to the painting hanging on the wall, showing a woman in a green meadow.

“...It’s okay, I only came for water and an apple.” Sebastian laughed once again as he walked towards the small refrigerator. Albert forgot that both his younger brothers and also Sebastian with Fred were at home for the weekend. “Albert, I didn’t expect this from you, but don’t worry. I’ve had plenty of experience with men too, though not as hot as yours. Remember about the long foreplay so that it doesn’t hurt. Have a nice night, guys.”

After a short monologue of the black-haired man, you both awkwardly scratched your head or chin.

“I’ll just go to the bedroom...”

“... Maybe... Let’s skip our supper. I’ll make us breakfast tomorrow morning...” Your lover whispered and you nodded.

“Good idea.”

[bengiyo]

Minato’s Laundromat 2 Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

I was not even hoping for this to get a sequel, but I am so excited that we are. We so often leave characters at their starting line. Minato unpacked a lot of his own internalized homophobia and cowardice in the last season, and I’m excited to see what the showrunners think the early phase of his relationship with Shin will look like. I’m not much of a fan of time skips, and so this is what I’ve not-so-secretly hoped for when I ask for more stories about gay people staying together.

I like that we’re opening this season with a reaffirmation that Minato actually likes running the laundromat.

There he is! My favorite menace!

I like the new intro.

Asuka!! My second favorite menace!

Okay, I’m legitimately excited for Asuka pursuing more learning for himself. There was a melancholy resignation about his life hanging over him before.

Shin is still crushing the hopes and dreams of potential female suitors.

I really love Japanese filmmaking styles around walking. Asuka jumps in step with Shin, revealing that the two are still friends (despite Shin’s apparent irritation with Asuka). When their issues come up, Shin immediately falls behind. They both stop, and this kicks them into an A-B shot conversation briefly. We’ve landed at the first worry that has broken their stride. It’s good! It communicates so much. Shin is worried about his three-month-old relationship with Minato, Asuka is being picked on to study by everyone and teased about his crush on Shun. These two are still the gay friends who’ve been together forever but are always seemingly picking on each other. It’s great.

I’m enjoying this divide in the way these two are handling being together. Shin has known of his attraction for a long time, and wants Minato to be direct and open about his feelings. Minato is still shy about them, and gets embarrassed.

“Have I been a good boy for the last three months?” There’s my favorite menace!

I’m relieved we’re getting Minato’s internal monologue. Shin is going to speak his feelings aloud because he has no shame about them, but we the audience need to hear Minato’s worries. He’s too anxious a character for us to just read them from his face.

Curious where Minato’s specific hang up on saying “I like you” to Shin comes from.

See, this is what I’m talking about with good use of side couples. We cut away from the mains to Asuka telling Shun he likes him and Shun telling him to focus on his studies. Shun is incapable of returning the romantic feelings Asuka is projecting at him, but he’s been clear about that the whole time. Still, he agrees that Asuka’s presence is a positive one in his life. I’m LOCKED IN.

This beach always looks so uncomfortable.

I have missed Minato’s shirts, but not how hungry they make me.

I love that Asuka goes to Minato to complain about Shun. Minato is also the one not meeting his partner’s vocalized needs, so it puts him in the awkward position of defending Shun. Also amused at Minato dodging the question about whether he and Shin have been intimate, because we know for sure they have.

I hope Shin isn’t playing games with Minato about being busy…but also low-key I hope he’s using this as an opportunity to mess with Minato. I’m sorry. I’m a little shallow. I like when characters misuse malicious compliance to give their romantic partners what they say they want.

“Who’s the real kid here? It seems like it’s me.” Love when we read a character correctly.

You know Minato is approaching 30 because he’s excited about a new broom.

Shin working at the same cram school as Shun gives so much potential for other character dynamics.

Just one of these times I want to see Shin throw hands with Asuka.

Shin remains my favorite. Minato is playing avoidance games again and Shin is not having it.

I’m curious if the reason Shin can’t go home tonight is about the ruined refrigerator and he’s just being dramatic.

I’m not sure how living together works when Minato still has all these hang ups.

I like the new version of the beach outro.

Nishigaki Sho and Kusakawa Takuya are just ridiculously attractive. My goodness.

I’m genuinely excited about what domesticity looks like for these two.

I missed these boys so much! I don’t care if we don’t have a manga to rely upon. I am so excited to get a season about these two starting their relationship. This feels like a warmup for TV Tokyo before we get more of What Did You Eat Yesterday? in the fall. I am just so satisfied with my BL experience lately.

[arseniccattails]

The way I need this woman to write about fake robot food. Seriously, if you're not above writing a Minecraft novel, you should be down for a Hasbro paycheck, right??