#say cheeeese lol

[preacherboyd]

Justified | 3x03 Harlan Roulette

[evilphone]

Dec. 21: Holiday photos! Everyone say “cheeeese!”

redrew one of my fav pictures of Nirvana that just so happened to be a christmas photo lol

original below the cut

[sketch-rambles]

The Rat Bastard Character

I have discovered my new favorite character archetype and it is the Rat Bastard Character, henceforth referred to as the RBC. To qualify as an RBC, a character must:

Be either blatantly ugly or at least not conventionally attractive

Contain the ability to go absolutely feral

Be othered by society and/or fall outside of traditional expectations

Be insecure about this othering to some degree

Not be the main character of the source material (there are expections to this but overall they’re usually a side character)

Not be actually evil

Look okay just, something about a good "STUPID RAT BOI LIVES IN THE WALLS AND HUNTS FOR CHEEEESE" character design? Oof, I like that shit. And part of what makes it so fun is the creative liberties that it allows content creators to take. You don’t have to worry about your character being attractive because they’re not supposed to be attractive, so you’re not afraid to give them weird skin textures or exaggerated shapes in their design or bad facial hair or objectively dumb clothes. What attracts an audience to the RBC isn’t that they’re attractive; it’s that they represent a part of ourselves that it can be deeply scary to explore.

The Rat Bastard Character does not act like they care about being liked, because on some level, they already believe they are not. They get to say and do things that fall well outside the bounds of what is considered "normal" or "comfortable" because the writers do not care if they come across as attractive; they aren't meant to. But for this exact reason, the RBC will make the dark humor jokes and say the dumb shit that a good portion of the audience experiences in their day-to-day life. They become more real because, like our current generation, they are tired and don't know how to care as much anymore.

The RBC represents everything this generation is coming to recognize: that beauty standards are arbitrary and fuck people over, that uniqueness is valuable but only in context of the person (rather than just as LOL RANDOM XD), that societal ideas of morality should often be questioned with a genuine intent to reach our own conclusions, that dark humor is - as far as coping mechanisms go - pretty damn good compared to the alternatives, and that ultimately we are all scared and insecure and lashing out at a confusing world.

The RBC is lovable because they rebel where we will not let ourselves, and they fall so unquestionably outside of the standards to which we so desperately cling. And loving the RBC is fundamentally different from loving the edgy "society doesn't control me" character because THE RBC IS NOT COOL. The RBC is not painted in the light of "I'm not like other people, they're all sheep and I'm the only individual." NO! Even with their apparent flippancy toward society, the RBC will often desperately crave a semblance of normalcy. The point of loving the RBC is understanding that rejection of standards should not come from a standpoint of being edgy or special or different, but rather from a fundamental understanding that these standards alienate and vilify people, and that learning to think outside of them can be the greatest act of self love.

By loving the RBC, you inherently have to confront parts of yourself you’ve been trained not to love. It’s the same mood as learning to say “it’s ugly, I hate it” about a piece of clothing. They aren’t attractive, and that doesn’t make them any less worthy of love and affection. Do they maybe need to bathe more? Probably, yeah, but they’re usually stinky because they’re just too dumb to understand how hygiene works and that’s far better than having wildly misguided ideas about “musk” and “societal expectations to be clean.” They can and will go feral! They don’t have to be docile and palatable all the time, just like real people! They get to fall outside of what society expects without having to pretend that that means they don’t care what society expects; the RBC knows they don’t fit in, and even if they accept that about themselves, the disconnect is still and always will be present. And because they’re not the main character, they are not forced to contort into a shape that will please a larger audience; we can see ourselves in them because they are allowed to be deeply flawed without having to go on a wild journey to become “perfect.” Because at the end of the day, their flaws do not make them truly evil, even if they are branded as the villain.

I have a lot of feelings and I’m not explaining this super well even though I could go on for literal hours about this but anyway here’s an incredibly short and by no means comprehensive list of RBCs and also we need more non-male RBCs:

Todd Tolansky from X-Men: Evolution

Grantaire from Les Mis

Remus from Sanders Sides

Diogenes but like the Tumblr idea of him

[destourtereaux]

congrats on 100!! I was wondering if I could get a 🔍 for my fic hey there delilah or house i used to call home✍🏼 with the title "The Taste of your Lips" Thank you and congrats again!!

AHH i’m literally so honoured to be ur mutual like,, <33

so i read both and surprise! they’re both amaaazing

but i think i’m going to pick house i used to call home for the review!

But now that it was finally time to move you feel a sting right in your heart.

ahh this hits right in the feels because i’m going to be leaving for college next year and i feel like i’m growing up so fast :(

“I’ll be back in a few, I think Fred is corrupting the kids with bad ideas.” You hear happy shrieks come from the open window. 

AHAHH YES we stan fred being alive and the best uncle influence <3

He climbed onto the couch next to you, his arms wrapped around you. Relief flooded your body knowing he wasn’t upset.

the imagery here is really great and i love how you combined it with emotion to really make it immersive!

You told George it had to match but as far as George was concerned eggshell and porcelain were the same color. 

PLEASE AHAHAH I LOVE THIS

“I blame you, our kids get their crazy from you George.” You tease as you pinch his cheeks. He rolls his eyes and mumbles something about you being the one to give them sugar. 

awhh the characterization here is great! genuinely feels like something georgie would sayy

“Oh my god! I’m going to be a dad!” He leapt out of bed and ran towards you before slowing down, his hands carefully rest on your stomach. Getting on his knees, he lifted your shirt up and peppered kisses on your stomach. Punctuating each kiss with rambles about your unborn child.

dad!george patches a hole in my heart need i say anymorelakdjs

Blowing a kiss to your former home. The place filled with years of memories, of love and fun and sadness.

there’s so much emotion in just this sentence -- i love the way you personified the place and really, really made it a home <3

overall: i loved it! it was the perfect mix of wistful reminiscing and hope for the future :) i think you used flashbacks really effectively and managed to capture a lot of their journey in a oneshot (which is SO impressive!!)

****** as for the ✍🏼 for “Taste of Your Lips” -- it would definitely be a fred x reader! i’m thinking they’re visiting the burrow and molly makes a deliiiicious meal like the queen she is -- and you loved it so so much and keep talking to freddie about it...

but later, u guys get all romantic, and he goes: “well, mum does have a knack for all things delicious, but i doubt anything will ever compare to the taste of your lips”

LOL the CHEEEESE but thank u for that prompttt

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[templepriest-motherfucker]

Here’s the thing. Being asked if you’re vegetarian/vegan is a pretty common question. So common, in fact, that most people will have a ready-made answer. “No but I don’t eat ~animal product~ for religious reasons” “yeah I’ve been vegan for two years” “nope, I tried once but couldn’t give up ~bacon/whatever~” etc.

Mine is “Yup, I’ve been vegetarian for five years now” or if asked about veganism specifically (like when discussing restaurant choices or dietary restrictions) “No I’m just vegetarian but I don’t eat cheese because I don’t like it”

Now, tell me, which are acceptable responses to that answer?

A) cool thanks for letting me know

B) EEWWW what is WRONG with you?!?! Were you born upside down? Not even pizza? That’s just so weird. Ew.

C) wow, i could never give up ~bacon/whatever~ but it’s cool that you did. vegetarianism is great for the environment

D) WhAt tHE FuCK?!?! Wow I don’t think I’ll ever talk to you again. We can’t be friends anymore if you don’t like cheeeese. Sorry I’m gonna nEEd A Minute to get over the utter betrayal of someone I thought was my friend not liking my favorite food.

E) ok, __other person__ is vegan, you’re not the only one

Answers, because some people can’t get it through their skulls: B and D are NOT ok to say to a person. Shocking, I know.

It’s gotten to the point that I will expect someone to literally tell me they don’t want to be my friend/talk to me anymore because I don’t like cheese. It’s actually the standard response I get. Out of everyone I’ve met since like freshman year of college, 4/5 of them will say something like answers B and D.

I’m fucking sick of it. I’m sick of having to defend my personal likes and dislikes to anyone from strangers to partners. I’m sick of being called disgusting, asked if something is wrong with me, asked if I “even enjoy life” just for NOT LIKING CHEESE. I’m sick of being forced to make preemptive jokes about it so at least people are laughing with me, not at me.

“Lol yeah I’m probably the only American who doesn’t like cheese” you guys realize I don’t enjoy having this conversation? And that almost every single one of my friends has heard me make that exact joke? I’m not having fun, I’m defending myself because I know if I don’t joke about it first, someone else will.

And then I’ll be called “broken”, met with ~stunned silence~, and be told you can’t be friends with me anymore. They probably mean it as a joke, but when I’ve heard it over and over my entire life it’s not fucking funny

[nadjastersurveys]

Do you flush the toilet with your hand or your foot? I flush it with my hand, I don’t know why I would flush it with my foot unless I was in a public restroom.

What’s your Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (Ex: ENTP)? I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever taken that test.

Do you read any blogs and if so, which ones? I don’t.

Where do you typically buy your clothes? Different stores online.

On a scale of one to ten, how healthy do you eat? I’m really bad with these “rate on a scale of one to ten”-things buuuut let’s say 8?

What do you think is the most valuable college major? I have no idea, I don’t like saying some major is more valuable anyways, they’re all valuable in their own way.

Which books should I read this summer? I don’t know what you like? I can’t recommend any books either way because I don’t read that much.

Would you rather have curvy legs or skinny legs? Skinny with some curves.

Do you believe in ghosts and if so, have you ever seen one? I haven’t seen one. I don’t think I believe in them, but if I ever saw a ghost I would definitely believe in them haha.

What’s your favorite game show? I don’t like to watch them.

How many times a day do you use the restroom? Three or four times I guess. It depends on what I’ve been eating or drinking too.

How much fruit do you eat on a given day? I haven’t any eat fruits in a while now.

What was the last thing that made you cringe? Watching Amy Schumer’s stand up comedy on YouTube lol.

What’s your favorite ‘80s movie? The Back to The Future-trilogy and the three Indiana Jones-movies that came out in the 80s.

What time did you go to bed last night? I fell asleep around 3am.

Do you have your own car? Nope.

Do you own a romper? I don’t, not something I would wear even though they can look cute.

Do you still speak to your ex’s parents? I don’t have an ex.

Who was the last person who drew you a picture? No one draws me pictures lol.

When someone takes your picture, do you smile with your mouth open or closed? I smile with my mouth open because I look even more LIKE SHIT when I smile with my mouth closed.

Do you floss? I try my best, I do it at least once every month hahaaaha.

What’s your favorite breakfast cereal? I don’t eat cereal.

How do you usually get your exercise? I do dance but I also do some basic muscle workouts at home when I feel like doing them. Sometimes I'll go for a walk.

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? I like basic vanilla ice cream. White chocolate is good as well.

Why did you break up with your last significant other? No last significant others.

Are any of your siblings married? My older sister is engaged but she’s not married.

What does your phone case look like, if you have one? I don’t have one on right now but I own couple nice ones like the one with cute strawberries in it lol.

What’s something about you that the opposite sex finds attractive? Umm, I don’t know :( You would have to ask the opposite sex. 

What do you usually put in your omelets? Cheeeese.

Have you ever tried to go vegetarian and if so, how long did you last? I haven’t tried doing that because of the reason that I wouldn’t last long.

What kind of exotic animal do you think you could keep as a pet? I wouldn’t do that.

What’s your favorite type of dog? I know nothing about dogs but I like middle sized dogs the best haha.

What’s something you can draw really well? There’s nothing I can draw well.

What’s your favorite fast food joint? I don’t really go to those. I guess good old McDonalds?

Did you ever eat leaves when you were a kid? Hahaha yes I was one of those.

What’s the largest body of water near your hometown? A lake right next to our house.

Do you have any flags in your house? I don’t think so.

Are there any “keep off the grass” signs where you live? I haven’t seen any.

Have you ever walked on the grass with such a sign? I’m not rebellious like that lol.

Do you like kiwis? Well yeah they’re okay, not my favorite though.

Are you double-jointed? From some parts of my body I am, like my elbows and fingers bend like crazy?

At school, which area of science did you prefer, biology, chemistry or physics? Definitely not physics. Biology is a bit boring to me tbh, so I’d say chemistry.

Which did you prefer between geography and history? I love geography.

Have you ever had a main part in a play? I’ve never been in a school play.

Are there any musical instruments in the room you’re in? Nope.

Can you name a difference between RNA and DNA? I do know something about it but I don’t know how to explain it lol.

Do you know anyone who owns a farm? I don’t.

Have you ever driven a tractor? I haven’t but I’ve been a passenger in one while my grandfather was driving it.

Does the smell of the countryside bother you? Nah, it’s actually refreshing.

Who sits behind you in English? I’m not in school right now. And even when I was we always changed places so you didn’t always have to sit in the same spot. So anyways it was almost always a different person.

When will your next kiss be? I don’t knoooow.

What song are you listening to? EARFQUAKE by Tyler the Creator.

How late do you normally stay up on weekdays? It varies.

Has a friendship ended recently that you wish hadn’t? Not recently.

What did you do Saturday? I don’t remember, nothing productive for sure.

Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable level is good for me.

When do you prefer to take a shower, in the morning or night? I like to take showers in the afternoon more. But out of these options I prefer nighttime showers.

What’s the next vacation you’re going on? I don’t know.

Can you watch scary movies? Yes, I love horror movies, the thrill they give you.

How do you like your eggs? In many different ways. Not raw though lol.

Do you want any piercings? No. I have everything I want now.

[dont-keep-it-inside]

Thank you @crushed-andpulverised for tagging me! 😘 1. Nicknames: Bean, Maj 2. Gender: female 3. Star sign: Pisces 4. Height: 5′3 short and proud! 5. time: 7.54pm 6. Birthday: 24th February 7. Favourite bands: Muse, Bastille, Imagine Dragons, Maroon 5, Royal Blood 8. Favourite solo artists: Example, Calvin Harris, Martin Garrix, David Guetta, Duke Dumont. 9. Song stuck in my head rn: Dua Lipa - New Rules 10. Last movie I watched: Tangled 11. Last show I watched: Coronation Street 12. When did I create my blog: September 2014 I think? 13. What do I post: Muse, Bastille, things I find funny, sometimes I moan about my life 14. Last thing I googled: Animal House Vets 15. do you have other blogs: No 16. Do you get asks: Once in a blue moon lol 17. Why did you choose your URL: It's a mix of my two favourite songs: Supermassive Black Hole by Muse and Skulls by Bastille 18. Following: 80 odd I think? 19. Followers: 149 it's a quiet blog lol 20. Favourite colours: blue, black 21. Average hours of sleep: 8-12 22. Lucky number: i don't know let's just say 6 cause that's the attempt I passed my driving test on 23. Instruments: Keyboard 24. What am I wearing: A mixture of my summer and winter work uniform cause in this weather you never know what you're gonna get 25. How many blankets do you sleep with: 1 26. Dream job: What I do now! I'm one of the few lucky people who can say that 27. Dream trip: New York, African Safari, going to like a little French village to sit outside an ivory covered building drinking a hot beverage lol 28. Favourite food: MACARONI CHEEEESE 29. Nationality: British 30. Favourite song currently: Gorgon City - Saving My Life I tag @hysterria @ibelongtomuse @show-me-distraction @sing-for-muse @we-were-kissing-gods only if you want too!

[sinsiriuslyemo]

A/N: Okay, this literally just happened to me (the last stunt) and I just had to write it down. Also, my kiddo is three, so all my Rafi papi stories unless otherwise requested will be with a one to three year old until…well until next February lol #MommyProblems

@yourtropegirl for Rafael appreciation day.

“Honey, I insist you go out,” Rafael said, wrapping his arms around your waist as you finished cleaning the dishes. “Go to the spa for a pedicure, get a coffee, go to the bookstore. I’ll wait for Rafelito to get home from school and get him down for a nap.”

“I don’t really feel like going out,” you said honestly as he kissed along your neck. “Besides I don’t really think you know what you’re getting yourself into. You’re usually at work when he gets home from school. As strange as it sounds, he’s not the same Rafelito that you see when you come home, or even on the weekends.”

On any other Friday, Rafael would normally be at work while Colbie was at school, and Rafael Jr was at pre-school, but today there had been a massive power outage downtown, and the court clerk had been forced to reschedule all the hearings for after the weekend. Rafael had taken the opportunity to work from home, grateful for the time he would be able spend with his children.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” he mused with a soft smile. “If you’re not gonna go out, then I have to insist that you lock yourself in our bedroom for at least a few hours. Read a book, take a nap, have a bath. I want you to relax, you always look so exhausted when I get home, I just want to give you a break.”

“I really appreciate that, but I’m telling you–”

“What? That I can’t handle an afternoon with my son? I’m his father, he’ll be fine,” he said softly, kissing your lips. “Please?” He kissed you again before going to whisper in your ear, “And then  later tonight I can take care of you.”

You snorted softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

”Are you sure?” you asked again, giving him one last chance to back out.

“Positive,” he answered, hands sliding down to your hips. “How much longer do we have till the bus gets here?” he asked suggestive. “I can rock you to sleep.”

“About ten minutes, which is about how long it’ll take you to get down to the bus stop, so maybe you can rock me to sleep later if you’re up to it,” you replied.

“Oh I’ll be up to it,” he promised, kissing you again before he let you go. “Now get in our room, so he doesn’t see you when we get in.”

“Okay, just come get me fifteen minutes before Colbie gets off the bus so I can go meet her,” you replied as he grabbed his jacket and nodded.

“I will…and what time is–”

“Three, the bus usually drops her at three thirty,” you said, moving into your bedroom, closing and locking the door.

With you tucked away for the rest of the morning, Rafael went down to the bus stop to pick up his three year old son. He smiled as he caught sight of his little boy looking out the window of the bus. Going around to where the door was, he grinned as Rafelito came off the big, yellow school bus with the help of the bus monitor.

“Papi!”

“Hey mijo! How was school, papo?” he asked, taking the boy’s hand and thanking the bus driver.

“Where mami?” Rafelito inquired as they walked back towards the apartment building.

“Mami’s taking a break, so it’s just us guys today, okay?”

“Kay papi,” the toddler replied.

Rafael smiled; He knew you’d been exaggerating about Rafelito being like a different kid after getting home from school. He would be just fine.

When they finally got back up to the apartment, Rafelito tore through the front door.

“CHEEEESE!!!!” he demanded, running straight for the fridge and opening it to rummage for a string cheese.

“What do we say, Rafa?” his father asked.

“Peese. Cheese,” his son answered, suddenly turning back to the sweet little boy Rafael was familiar with.

“Good job, buddy,” he said, getting a string cheese for his son and handing it over dutifully. “Okay, after your snack, we’re gonna go potty, okay?”

“Go poddy?” Rafelito asked, taking a bite of his cheese as his dad sat down on the couch and began to read over a deposition. The older man hadn’t noticed the little boy pick up a pen until he began to doodle all over his case files.

“No! Rafelito, we don’t write on papi’s things,” Rafael scolded, and the toddler pouted before he began to cry. Fake cry though it was, the toddler managed to produce real tears, mouth wide open, exposing the chewed up mozzarella as he howled. “You can not write on papi’s work stuff.”

His son glared, clearly not happy that his dramatic cries hadn’t deterred his father from reprimanding him further, and he stepped closer, little hand coming up before he brought it down hard on Rafael’s bicep.

“Hey!”

The boy hit him again, grunting with his efforts.

“Rafelito! No hit!”

Again the boy wailed, and the bedroom door opened before you came out to help.

“No, mi amor, I’ve got this,” Rafael insisted as his son slowly made his way over to you, still crying at the top of his lungs.

“Rafa–”

“Honey, please…go back into our room. I have him,” your husband said.

You sighed softly, kissing your little boy hello before you walked back into the bedroom, your son running after you.

He got to the door just as you locked it, and tried the knob, wailing again when he was unable to turn it.

“Mami!!! Maaaaaaammiii…” He took a huge, audible breath and letting out another scream as he threw himself on the floor and kicked at the door.

Rafael came and picked up his son…or tried to, the toddler squirmed and wriggled and kicked and screamed until his little face was red with the effort. Finally Rafael was able to get the boy into his arms, and again his son gave him an angry look, smacking his cheek.

“Rafael Julio Barba! No. Hitting.” His dad voice was rewarded with another, harder smack, which landed on his nose. “Rafa! Tu quieres timeout?!”

“Tingout…” the three year old sobbed.

“That’s right. Papi will put you in time out if you hit again.”

*SMACK*

“Okay, that’s it. Time out,” Rafael said, bringing his son to sit him in the corner of the living room. “You’re in timeout for two minutes for hitting papi,” he said.

Yeah right.

Rafelito was up within the first two seconds only to be put back into the corner by his father.

“I said you’re in timeout,” the older Barba said again, crossing his arms over his chest. Again the toddler got up, smirking up at his father as he tried to walk past him. “Rafelito! Timeout!” he said again, replacing the toddler in the corner.

This went on for ten minutes; Rafelito getting up, laughing as he tried to get away from his father, who would promptly put him back until finally the older man finally gave up, something he didn’t ever think he had in him. His son had worn him down, but at least the boy wasn’t crying anymore.

“Okay, mijo, come on, let’s go potty and then take a nap.”

“Pay emap,” the toddler repeated.

“Yes, but first potty. Okay, come on,” Rafael said, putting Rafelito down on his feet and helping him take down his jeans, and pull up. Turning the boy to sit him on the miniature toilet in the hall bathroom and standing. “Alright, mijo, go pee pee.”

“All dooone,” Rafelito announced softly, standing almost immediately after he sat down.

“No, papo, you have to go pee pee,” Rafael said. “If you go potty, I’ll give you an M&M,” he added for good measure.

“Em a Em?”

“Yeah, but only if you go pee pee,” he replied, sitting his son back on the potty.

“All doooone,” Rafelito said again.

“Papo…” Rafael sighed. “You have to use the potty, come on.”

“All done.”

“Okay, fine. You don’t have to go, then we’ll try again after nap.”

“Pay emap,” Rafelito said as his father pulled up his training pants, then his jeans, fastening them before carrying his son into his bedroom.

He put the gate up and began to walk away, grateful for at least the two hours that the toddler would sleep.

“REA BOOOOOOK!!!!” Rafelito growled loudly.

Sighing heavily, Rafael ran a hand over his face as he turned around moved into his son’s room.

“Okay, get in bed and I’ll read you a book,” he said softly.

“REA BOOOK!!!” Rafelito growled again.

“I heard you! Get in bed!” Rafael bellowed, immediately regretting losing his temper even a little. “Papo, get in bed, and I’ll read you a book, okay? Get in bed,” he said again.

The toddler went to his bed and climbed in and Rafael grabbed the first book he saw. He read his son the book with enthusiasm, doing different voices for all the characters and making noises for sound effects.

“The end,” Rafael said.

“Di end,” his son repeated.

“Okay, mijo. Nap time. I love you.”

“Uh-weeeeve-youuuu.” Rafael chuckled at his son’s version of I love you.

Unlike Colbie, Rafael had a little trouble with speech, but the speech therapy you had insisted on as well as the early education program at PS 14 had certainly helped him immensely. It was taking a little time, but the three year old would be caught up in no time at all.

“Take a nap,” Rafael said.

“REA BOOOOK!!!”

“No, I already read you a book. Nap time.”

“Chihi MOOOOOLK!!!!”

“Can you ask me nicely?”

“Peese. Chihi molk.”

Rafael nodded and went into the kitchen to make some chocolate milk, warming it up in the microwave and bringing it over dutifully into his son’s room.

“What do you say, mijo?”

“Tant tyoo,” Rafelito cooed, beginning to drink the milk immediately.

As Rafael went into, he heard a crash, the kind that usually meant his son had thrown his sippy cup across the room. Seconds later, his son began to scream for this or that, and Rafael sat on the couch, hand in his hair as he tried to ignore the ploys to avoid taking a nap.

“CHICI MOLK!!!”

“REA BOOOOOOOKKKK!!!”

“PAAAPIIII!!!”

The requests were never ending for the next forty five minutes, accompanied by random crashes as Rafelito threw books, toys, slammed the door against the wall. Then, finally…silence…and Rafael breathed a sigh of relief.

Getting up, he moved towards the master bedroom, reaching above the door frame for the key and unlocking the door. He found you on the bed, already with a sympathetic look on your face and came to fall against the mattress, face first.

“That bad?”

“He’s just so radically different from when I’ve seen him. I mean, I’ve seen him throw a tantrum but nothing ever like that,” he said, rolling onto his back.

“He’s gotten better, believe it or not. His teacher and his therapists say that for his age, his behavior is normal, it’s just gonna take some time to correct, that’s all,” you offered, moving to stroke his hair. “Want me to take over when he gets up?” you asked.

“No, no… it’s important to me that I see what you experience every day, I wanna know how I can help, too.”

You smiled, bending to kiss his mouth and snuggle up to him.

“No wonder you’re so tired,” he whispered. “Did you at least get to relax a little or were you just listening to my epic failure the entire time?” he asked with a soft smirk.

“I took a shower that wasn’t two minutes, I feel great,” you answered.

Just then, the two of you heard the sound of liquid hitting the wood floors and your husband looked up at you with furrowed brows.

“Did you give him chocolate milk?”

“Yeah, but I gave it to him in a sipping cup,” Rafael mused, getting up and moving to his son’s room where Rafelito was standing, naked from the waist down. On the hardwood floors was a sizeable puddle of urine. “Oh my God!! Rafelito!!”

“What is it, babe?” he heard you ask from your bedroom.

“He somehow managed to get his jeans and his pullup off, and peed on the floor!!” Rafael exclaimed.

“Uh ohhhh!” Rafelito sang softly as his father went to grab a towel to wipe up the mess.

[whimsolute]

Marvel’s Defenders: Thoughts

It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t great. It was aight. I had to sit a long time to figure out what was wrong with what I watched. Which is weird for me so I feel like I might have watched it at a bad time, but I’m pretty damn positive this was a let down. 

What I liked:

-Jessica and Matt bonding 

The banter was gold. 

-Luke and Danny dynamic

Everyone is annoyed with Danny’s character, lets be real. He’s a boy that never escaped his trauma and it’s pointed out how he needs to grow and no one called it out more than Luke. I MEAN HE LAID IT DOWN. 

-Luke  

I feel like the show was missing a lot of tone and Luke was the only one that brought a good soundtrack to the show (very sparingly, but it was there). Plus he’s so down to earth its nice. 

-ALL THE LADIES 

The women in this show were everything. They saved a lot of pacing that could have fallen flat. Jessica brought dynamic, Colleen was a constant badass, Claire is a gem as the voice of reason and nurse miracle worker, and Madame Gao is so deadly and sophisticated I just love watching her say words. 

-It was a mini-series instead of a show-to-show arc 

Honestly, once you see what I didn’t like, you’ll know I was disappointed by this show. But luckily, they made this as short as possible so I could finish it without feeling like crap. Each episode is only 44 min and its only 8. This arc didn’t need more than that and it was a smart move. 

What I didn’t like:

-Plot

UGH. I never imagined this would be an issue because this arc was built up over four shows. The Hand is evil, they’re everywhere but the epicenter is New York, they need the Black Sky, they are the enemy of K’un L’un, they want to take down New York. Like here are the basic building blocks, now just answer the WHO, WHY, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE and HOW. 

Bringing the heroes together was easy, they’re all in the same city, why not bump into each other? But keeping them together was interesting but it did its job. 

So now, they have to explain the Black Sky. Well the Black Sky was a scheme by one hand member that believed in her abilities as their salvation. Everyone else was like, yeah ok sure. But we never get what the black sky really is? Where is the legend that Alexandra obsessed over for centuries to find the Black Sky? I dunno, it felt empty to not have this context. 

Now explain the K’un L’un connections. They’re all from K’un L’un, banished and they want to go back. OH BUT WAIT, wasn’t K’un L’un destroyed by The Hand?? So Mr. White Hat says Danny saw what he wanted to see when he didn’t see K’un L’un. But Miss Black Sky taunts Danny and says she murdered everyone (I’m pretty sure she was lying to rouse him up).  

So what’s the truth? Is K’un L’un gone?? These bitches wanted to go back there, not to get the substance? There’s some weird dialogue discrepancy that I must have fudged, but it seem like the Hand wants entrance into a realm of K’un L’un to get the substance for immortality. But there were moments where it felt like “ET phone home” like The Hand was homesick instead of desperate for dragon dust. Like the exposition explained in the show was vague enough to give a sense of what was happening but never definitive answers which was something I found lacking. 

But now lets get to they want to take down New York. Ok, cool. Why? Cause they’ve done it for centuries? To show their power? Its more like ‘The War in New York’ instead of ‘The War for New York’. The reason the Defenders go to face The Hand is to protect Danny and their loved ones from being hunted down. Otherwise the threat of the Hand is this vague super evil organization, which feels lazy for the show.

Also on the random...Why was Luke in Alexandra’s building to save Danny during the “big meet up” fight? Just, why was he there? LOL This show did not have the smoothest transitions.

-Cinema photography and tone and audio/music 

It was bland AF. Every show (YES, EVEN IRON FIST THAT EVERYONE HATES) had an atmosphere; a style. They did not even try connecting them in this show. It was shot so straight and basic I felt physical pain lol. I can’t explain this really well it was just something that bothered me, but the shots were pretty simple. The color schemes were aight. The audio was meh, and very few times did they try to incorporate really good music to heighten a scene. I feel like Daredevil season one is the best example of how to do it right. The camera angles were so dynamic, the color schemes were dramatic, and the audio design was awesome of course (super hearing does that). 

-Dialogue 

THE CHEEEESE. THE CHEESINESS OF THE DIALOGUE OMG. Sometimes I thought it was funny and then there were other times was it was just too much shtick. I would quote them, but I’m lazy and I apologize. 

-Fight scenes

 NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY THIS. Like these shows’ leading qualities are usually the fight scenes. And this problem is directly related to the issues above. There wasn’t a feeling of danger or urgency or tone or anything. I felt like i was WATCHING a show instead of ENJOYING a show, you know? 

TL;DR: I don’t wanna type anymore, but overall this show suffered from a lack of vision and lack of organization with the show runners of the finale result of bringing these character’s together. We marvel fans have pretty high expectations at this point and it makes their jobs more difficult which is so unfortunate. 

[wayfaring-wisconsin-stranger]

1-70 !

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Not really unfortunately

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

One of my college friends.

03: Do you regret anything?

Of course.. But hakuna matata right?

04: Are you insecure?

A touch

05: What is your relationship status?

Super Single

06: How do you want to die?

Either in a blaze of glory or in my sleep

07: What did you last eat?

J’s BBQ -- *drools*

08: Played any sports?

Baseball, Basketball, Football, Bowling

09: Do you bite your nails?

yeah

10: When was your last physical fight?

It’s been a while

11: Do you like someone?

Confidential

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Longer than that

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Hate is a strong word. But there are some people that I dislike yeah.

14: Do you miss someone?

Definitely

15: Have any pets?

Not at the moment

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Tired. Sad.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Haha, yes

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Depends on the size xD

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Definitely

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

Officially ? Outside of the counselor's office.

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Well.. next weekend I’m going to a show, and then Chicago.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I want to be a dad, and so I mean I’d be good with 2.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Yeah, I have my ears pierced and my cartilage

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

lol

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yes

26: What are you craving right now?

A milkshake

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I doubt it.

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Sort of?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Unfortunately

30: What’s irritating you right now?

What isn’t

31: Does somebody love you?

Doubtful

32: What is your favourite color?

Royal Blue, Silver, Evergreen

33: Do you have trust issues?

A bit

34: Who/what was your last dream about? Uhm… man, i don’t remember.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? I don’t remember that either

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Depends on who you are and what you did to hurt me.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive but never forget.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

lmfao

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Well.. 5, technically.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

noo.

51: Favourite food?

Mac and Cheeeese.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

It’s becoming harder and harder to believe that.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Talked to Sierra

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No.

55: Are you mean?

Probably.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

Like 2.

57: Do you believe in true love? Love is fake. ( Yeah, i guess.)

58: Favourite weather?

High 60’s, partly cloudy with a slight breeze.

59: Do you like the snow?

I like snow around christmas or if it will get me a day off. Otherwise it can piss off.

60: Do you wanna get married?

One day

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

I like it

62: What makes you happy?

Music?

63: Would you change your name?

Maybe?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

No.. it’d be easy and that's the problem. Granted she's dating someone now, but that’s never stopped her before.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

I don’t even know

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

I don’t think I can be completely myself around anyone.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

M

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Juan

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Probably