I'M SOOOO READY

You know which fictional character I think I would pull to save the US right now... Hannibal Lector. He's well dressed, sophisticated, hates Nazis, good with a scalpel, appreciates art, and so much more.

Let my friends each pick what color they think I am, and decided that's how I'm going to decorate my new apartment. Thankfully the colors all look good together

After watching it's Quiet on Set, I want Brian Peck, Dan Schneider, and those that wrote character letters hunted for sport. But I also blame the parents, and not just the actors' parents who turned blind eyes in order to fund the family, but also our parents. I know so many parents who laughed at these inappropriate jokes being preformed by children because "Nickelodeon is just trying to make it fun for adults too". These kids shows are not supposed to be "fun for adults too" especially if it's children preforming these "jokes". If the parents of our time had been like this isn't right, and had done something or said something, who knows what could have happened. I'm so angry and disappointed in the adults who recognized the adult joke, but didn't try to protect the child preforming it.

My head game must be fantastic because life sure does like fucking me 🙂

Mel Merdarda is the absolute girlboss of Piltover. She was a innovative leader who put the survival of her people first. She might have had a powerful mother like Caitlyn, but unlike Caitlyn she made that power and position her own. I'm so sick of people saying Caitlyn is the ultimate girlboss with Mel exists.

Okay so in Highschool my friend, who is Arabic, never saw any characters she related to in stories until she read Vampire Academy and there was Rose Hathaway. Rose Hathaway in the books is described to be darker toned with dark, thick hair, and dark eyes, which we later found out she inherited from Her TURKISH father. My friend was so happy that when the movie dropped she insisted we see it, except the actress for Rose wasn't middle eastern. Then the TV show came out and agian not middle eastern. For f*cks sake Vampire Academy has twice now dropped the ball on getting the appropriate actress for Rose Hathaway, because all my friend wants to see is a badass middle eastern Women who isn’t painted as a damsel in distress or terrorist, is that too much to ask???????

I would personally replace capitalism with power. Power is predatory. But I understand why they said capitalism, because one of the big statements in Hollywood is "sex sells" and they found they could make more money off of putting kids in inappropriate situations and as long as the right people kept making money, then they didn't care what happens on set.

Earlier I came a cross a tiktok (in reference to the quiet on set doc) where this person was claiming the reason we have child predators is because capitalism is predatory.. what an insane take. Just yikes.

Please money cat, have mercy on my poor pitiable soul

No one talk to me my current fic obsession just dropped another chapter

Dorian saw their armor, the gleaming silver and white—is that a Valkyrie?

His stomach lurched. His head swam. Am I dead? Shit. I must be dead. That had to be it. Because the Valkyries were gone. Legends. Long dead. They were stories.

The copper-haired one moved fast, so fast his sluggish mind barely tracked it, twin swords flashing as she blocked Solon’s next strike with terrifying precision. The winged one had her blade raised, defensive, to cover him.

Valkyries were lethal. They are going to kill Solon. Through the haze of blood loss and exhaustion, the words tore from his throat, desperate, frantic— “Do not kill him! They are under the Queen’s control!”

He was hallucinating. He had to be hallucinating. Because instead of ignoring him, instead of cutting Solon down, the copper-haired one nodded. They fought in a seamless tandem, matched each other's rhythm, Blades flashed, swift and brutal, locking Solon’s movements. Smoke curled around their ankles, but they stepped through it with ease, dodging and parrying until—

Solon went down. They had him pinned. He was alive.

Dorian slumped against the nearest thing that could hold him upright, panting, still trying to process what the hells just happened. Then, because he was either concussed, dying, or absolutely losing his mind, he managed, hoarse and utterly delirious—

"I’m either dead or hallucinating… either way, you two are terrifyingly beautiful."

Both warriors turned to stare at him. Twin glares, sharp as their blades, promising a swift end if he wasted another breath on nonsense.

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