#i think it'll make murphy worse <3

[erythristicbones]

giving my OCs cryptids/mythical creatures as pets was the best idea 2: electric boogaloo

[cosmoseinfeld]

five ships for five fandoms

tagged by @pepsi-maxwell - thank you ❤ I actually had to mull this over for a couple of days... In the end, I went with the ships that gave me the most permanent brain damage. in no particular order.

1. let's get this out of the way: destiel (spn). yes, i used to be a "heller" but it would be hypocrisy if i didn't mention this ship because i dedicated about 9 years of my life to it. it did teach me all i know today about film language and how to read meta etc. boy did i WRITE meta on this... the tragedy of it all and what good it did them in the end (nothing). let's move on........

2. tommyalfie (peaky blinders). it's amazing what fans can make out of 20min of shared screentime in total. well, it's also the gravitas of cillian murphy and tom hardy... put those two in a room together and it's like touching one of those plasma balls... i think it's the fact that they both added so much weight to their respective characters that that relationship became a thing of its own... it's also the constant power playing and the whole "i can be vulnerable in front of you" and the "i see you" thing and the "i don't have to pretend to be someone else with you" thing, yknow... even when i am not actively watching peaky, i often read tommyalfie fics. thank fuck for fanon.

3. macdennis (always sunny). where to start... what a mess. there are times where i wonder if ive just read too many fanfictions and read too many specs and meta posts (back in the day when the fandom was alive on here... back in the gif set days. not the pet cemetery "came back wrong" days) that what i love and long for is just the fanon version of this ship. it's gotten too confusing trying to figure out if rcg are doing anything with it or what they are doing with it or if macdennis is just glob.... but what I, personally love about this ship is the "i can make him worse"/"i'll take care of you"-"it's rotten work"-"not to me. not if it's you" dynamic that mac and dennis have. they know each other in an out. they are toxic for each other. they are co-dependent. they are in denial. they are in the closet. they are out of the closet. they are each other's messes and a mess together. no one can stand it when they are not with each other. it can never be. it already is.

4. hilson/house x wilson (house md). similar to macdennis, what attracts me is the absolute toxic co-dependency. they know each other intimately. they are vulnerable in front of each other and sometimes, they use their knowledge to hurt each other badly. wilson is definitely the "i can make him worse" type. he is house's biggest enabler. one could say he needs to keep him a mess, so he has something to fix. they are both rotten works and they'll take care of each other always. the show isn't even remotely subtle about this. i mean, there is meta stuff but there is also the fact that gay people worked and wrote on the show andd there is dialogue like "I was afraid your wings would melt" and "one day, our friendship will break and it'll just prove your theory that relationships are conditional and you don't need human connection or deserve it or whatever goes on in that rat maze of your brain." - "you've lied enough for me. Maybe I don't wanna push this 'til it breaks." and "if you die, I'm alone." there's also a lot of angst which i love but they simply cannot live without each other and everyone around them knows it, too.

5. jerrykramer (seinfeld). i think there's me and about 10 other people who ship this as a thing. they are my happy place. they had one angsty break up storyline early on and then it's apple pies and butterflies the rest of the series. i could and in fact have written A LOT about them. they are sooo domestic and married with each other, that elaine and george comment on it. whether they walk in on something they feel like they shouldn't have (george. twice.) or they immediately notice when the two had a falling out (elaine). it's my favourite trope - when the people around the characters KNOW. and yes, there's a kiss that totally did not have to be there but there's also little moments when jerry takes kramer to his vacation home in tuscany or to award shows as his plus one when he totally could've brought a date... just go through my tag. (there's also the fact that jerry seinfeld and michael richards were absolutely enchanted by each other...)

[wanderingmind867]

My Rant against SNL: Part 1

I don't like SNL, and I'm going to try and dissect why. This will be divided into three parts. Part 1 will cover SNL from 1975 to 2000 or so (Warning: I've only seen episodes from seasons 2-3, 6, 10 and some compilation videos from this era). Part 2 will cover SNL from 2000-Present (Really, it'll be focused on 2018 to Present, as that's the only era of SNL I've seen on TV/remembered seeing). And Part 3 will be my angry rant about Lorne Michaels. Let's start, shall we?

Part 1: SNL's First 30 Years I've only seen some of SNL's earliest years, but even the stuff I've seen has been a very mixed bag. I've seen like 5 episodes from seasons 2-3 of the show, and only one was good all the way through. I am inclined to blame the writers for this, cause most of their performers seem really good and funny. But they clearly were dealt a bad hand by their writers, who wildly swing from good to terrible.

I've seen two other 1970s Sketch Shows (SCTV and The Carol Burnett Show) and both were funnier. SCTV had a lot more consistent level of quality in it's first two seasons (I've found season 3 slightly more iffy), and The Carol Burnett Show was always fun (I've seen episodes from every season, pretty much). Those shows both had one thing that SNL has always lacked: Consistency. SNL has never been consistent. In one episode alone, there'll usually be like 3-4 good things and 5 bad things. With SCTV and The Carol Burnett Show, I never had that problem. It's unique to SNL.

Really, SNL's writers just seem worse. They certainly didn't write at a consistent quality, like the writers at SCTV did. And that's a real shame, because both shows had an origin in the Chicago theatre circuit. But somehow, one was just vastly superior.

My least favorite performer from that era was John Belushi. He was loud and obnoxious, and not in a funny way. He's the worse Chris Farley. (I'm a bit biased because my mom liked Chris Farley, however). I still think it's a deep shame he died so young, but I'll save my vitriol there for my segment on Lorne Michaels.

Also, SNL was too surreal for me. SCTV was more story based, even if it only had a loose story. That may have helped as well.

Anyways, let's move to season 6. I only saw 1 episode of season 6, and it wasn't bad. I didn't laugh uproariously a lot, but it was pretty good. I honestly like Jean Doumanian and Dick Ebersol a hell of a lot more than Lorne Michaels. Poor Jean was dealt a bad hand, and that's all there is to it.

Besides, her cast was pretty good. Joe Piscopo was very funny, and Eddie Murphy was also always funny. Gilbert Gottfried was amazing, and Charles Rocket wasn't as bad as some make him sound. It was hard to differentiate between the three girls (besides Denny Dillion, because she was blond and the other two were brunette or something), but they all seemed okay. Certainly not as bad as the press made them out to be.

[sacredglitch]

It's 'Thinking about OCs silently' time so have this piece that I wrote on a whim after listening to "What Once Was" by Her's on repeat.

TW: Death / Pondering Death (through memories)

Celebrations were in high spirits in the 141 Mess. Classic rock shaking the walls as each sector of the base celebrated another hurdle crossed into locating more insiders of Shepard's, though apparently nothing closer in locating the man himself. Laswell was hopeful that one of them would crack and reveal his wearabouts. Hope was enough for them to take a moment to breathe.

Murphy was asked by countless members if he was up for drinks, even challenged by Moggy to see who could drink either under the table best. He just laughed it off and let them all enjoy themselves.

For him, tonight was a different celebration. His hand traced the 3 year old tattoo.

Three fucking years.

Three years since he watched his commander give his last commands. Since he watched his fellow Lieutenant count from three to one. Since the door opened and they all swept into the room, one foot hitting off a trip wire and the room exploding into dust. First year he wasn't at home to remember them or visit them. First year it was just him.

Keeping their faces and voices alive.

He grasped the Guinness can and took a swig. How his Commander drank this like it was water was beyond him. But it kept him alive. To Malware at least.

Green eyes danced with the shadows in the Mess. He envied it. Being able to celebrate with a team you felt right in. Felt at home in.

Last he felt that was when Captain Donovan was harping at Corporal Fitz that he "Better kick those superstar calfs into high gear, now" as they jumped down from the Helo. Another swig of stout, washing the memory away with the taste.

"It's not a simple 'rest on it and it'll pass', Murphy" Clicker had once said in one of their sessions, "This could take years to finally settle with. A support system is crucial in healing."

Survivors Guilt, amongst PTSD and other labels was all he gained from that fuck up. He's still unsure if he should feel appreciative it was just them, not a limb or his life. Maybe his life would have be-

He huffed.

No, O'Rourke, no self depreciation.

One of the worst habits he taught himself after everything. That and taking the blame. He did not cause it. He couldn't change anything.

He needs to learn that.

Another swig.

Boots crunching on the autumn grass caught his ear but made no moves to acknowledge them, eyes solely focused on the obstacle course ahead. The steps halted just behind him. Ghost wouldn't let himself be heard, Soap would have made some calling to him, and Soup would have probably chucked her shoe at him. Other names floated in and out of his mind before they slammed to a stop; "Penny for your thoughts, Irish?"

Gaz.

A smile came to him, though he didn't let it go past his cheeks. If you thought Price or Wrench could be bad with their 'mothering', Gaz was much worse. Though more of subtle method to his loving madness, it could be just as smothering.

"A support system is crucial for healing."

Damn it.

He shook his head, gesturing to the curb beside him. Observing lazily, he noted the Sergeant was just in his down time clothes; a hoodie and slacks, no hat. Going off the direction he came from, he must have been with the other crew of celebrants; movie watchers. It was Roach's pick this time so fuck knows what kinda film was being shown. Most likely foreign, man had a weird love for them.

They all had a weird love for something, Murphy supposed. His eyes did catch a glint of a beer bottle. Not a completely sober film viewing then.

"As if I've got any thoughts to give." He teased back easily, swirling the can in his hand. "Movie any good?"

The younger shook his head, scrunching his face. "It was something sappy in Spanish. Think Alejandro had mentioned it last time him and Rudy visited. Couldn't make heads or tails on the love triangle so..." Gaz trailed off with a shrug, looking at the night sky. "Mess having any fun?"

Murphy returned the shake, eyes falling to the half empty can. "Nah, wasn't in there... I'm drinking on my own terms." He paused. "Though rumour has it Moggy has replaced me with Conor, fucking Maple syrup bastard."

Gaz let out a low whistle. "He in the dog house then?" Another tease.

"Too right he is!" he laughed then took another drink. "Fucker can fix his own damn PC next time."

The air around them began to ease, feeling more open and lax than it did when he started drinking. Garrick always had that aura to him. Even when he was just starting out in the base, the Sergeant never failed to make him feel at peace. The taste of guilt crawled up his throat. He took a short breath, then chased it away with more stout.

Brown eyes watched him before furrowing. "Thought you were a cider kinda guy?" Murphy forced a grin. "I am."

"You trying to prove to Conor who's the better Irishman?" "No."

A pause, Gaz taking that moment to reflect over Murf's tone. Cold. Closed off.

He swallowed some of his own beer before nudging the brunet gently "Penny is still on offer here."

Murphy chewed the inside of his cheek. Other than Price, Laswell and the medics, he's never spoken about the faith of his old team. He bonded over his tattoo with Conor, who seemed to put the pieces of the puzzle together after hearing his name and shared a few stories here and there but...nothing, nothing, to do with the incident.

Perhaps it's a sign that now is the time to start. He doesn't have to go into detail. He doesn't have to say more than "It's the anniversary of my ARW team passing."

Murphy is in control here.

His hands fidgeted with the can, rolling it and playing with the tab before letting his eyes rest on the course once more.

"I'm drinking in memory of my old team....They're three years gone now." His voice was wobbly and scratchy, as if he hadn't been speaking at all. But he did it. It's out in the air. Out for Gaz to listen and process it.

He had a small debate on downing the rest of the drink, yet he knew well his stomach wouldn't appreciate it. Another sip instead.

"... I'm sorry for your loss." Came the reply. He knows he shouldn't of but he laughed, loud but rough. He's never understood why people apologise for something they were they ever apart of. "Don't be, Garrick. Not like you caused it."

Another drift of silence, then a hand fell on his shoulder. "Being empathetic here, mate." Gaz mused, smile still light on his lips. Murphy met the hand before shrugging lightly.

"I get that, and it's appreciated, but..." he sighed, moving his free hand behind him to lean on it before adding "The phrase never made sense to me. Still doesn't."

His eyes only saw the kind and most certainly 'mother hen-ly' face Gaz had on him. Shithead definitely picked it up from Price. Almost spitting image.

"Guess it is a weird one. But I get the feeling of grief....Be surprised if anyone on this base didn't."

How many people here have to suffer from multiple grievancs at once? He couldn't help but think.

As far as he knew, Soup was the only one with a similar experience. Yet she seemed as if she was on top of the world. Murphy still felt as though he was on the rubble covered ground, the weight of his Commander's lifeless body against his. His fist clenched around the can, indenting it.

"So..." Gaz began, tone one of ease, as if he was trying to deviate a situation, "was someone in the Ranger's a hearty Guinness drinker?"

The Lieutenant nodded. "Commander was, yeah."

That made sense. Gaz hesitated before moving his hand from the brunet's shoulder to around his back. Murphy didn't make any movements to pull back, if anything he moved himself in a little further but couldn't meet Gaz's eyes.

Lifting his own bottle, he looked to the sky again and softly said "To your Commander then. And all your troops."

Guilt almost had him frozen in a vice as he lifted the can in solidarity. "To the Band of Brother's." It was a rocky start to dealing with their loss openly, but a start nonetheless.