17 children died today, on valentines day of all days, because the people who run this country still believe the freedom to own horrific weapons is more important than being able to send your child to school without the fear of them being murdered. and these are the people that call themselves “pro-life”.
Watch One Day at a Time on Netflix. 4 episodes in the next few days. 2 hours total.
For real though. We have been blessed with a glorious show that has:
fleshed-out, not-baiting representation of various types
sharp, specific writing that addresses Current Issues in effective and entertaining ways
comedy that for the most part does not “punch down” / perpetuate oppression
truly stunning acting
KEGOT-winner and all-around deity Rita Moreno (KEGOT = Kennedy Center Honor, Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony awards)
the unbelievable Justina Machado who should, and hopefully will, win all the awards for her performances in this show
and more ~
Help us keep this show alive and get a season 3 renewal! One Day at a Time on Netflix is perfect for Gal/Pal/Valentine’s day and for every other day of every week forever. It’s one of the easiest, most enjoyable forms of activism you can do, imo. And please also spread the word!!
“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
a thing for one of my favorite posts on this site
EDIT!!!: THE WRITER’S NEW URL IS ohdionne!!! Please credit her instead of facingthewaves! (See please that facingthewaves is empty now, no posts and no customization!)
Fandoms influence on authors tends to be trivial. Two characters who have never kissed, but of whom there is slash fiction, end up kissing, and the fans, or the author, joke that this is fan service.
But the pushback regarding The 100 is a bit different. It’s different because its femslash, but its also different because of the directness with which some of the fans wanted to criticize Jason Rothenberg. I get that fans criticize comic books and movies all the time, but this had a political angle that is rare. The fans weren’t saying “I found that scene unrealistic” the fans were saying “This is a civil rights violation.” That is potentially something very new.
This article from April, 2016 is an excellent reminder of what went wrong with The 100 and the growing power of fandom.
all that gold (i’m gonna set the whole city on fire tonight)
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you wake up to clarke’s gentle fingers, stroking hair out of your face, and you know it’s early because it’s still dark outside. it’s not like her to wake before you, so you mumble something, mostly asleep, along the lines of, ‘what’s wrong?’
your eyes are open enough to see her the crease between her eyes, all her worry manifesting in a little movement, a little motion, that you’ve spent years learning, years loving, years trying to soothe.
‘please don’t get hurt today,’ she says, although it sounds much more like a command than a request.
you sigh. ‘clarke.’
‘i’m your wife, lexa.’
you can’t help the smile that blooms all the way from the suddenly too-big pounding of your heart.
‘stop smiling like that,’ she grumbles, and you laugh and roll over so that you’re balanced on top of her. you kiss her gently, once, and she kisses you back, although you think she’s internally rolling her eyes at herself.
The Doctor Is Out 