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scream 7 fires their highly successful female lead who revitalized their franchise & made them millions of dollars all because of her pro palestinian stance but not a single word from netflix on their side characters in an ensemble cast who are literally saying shit like “zionism is sexy” and advocating for absolutely no ceasefire under any circumstances. this is a hell world.
Absolutely adore when franchises know when to deploy the Main Musical Theme(TM) that people associate with older installments. You gotta use it at the right moment. You can't over-use it or it gets stale. But if it hits right by god it hits right
can i just say your reactions to any new card and event drops is exactly how i react to them too 😭😭😭 (not to get parasocial but u are me and i am u-)
anyway that’s it have a good day LOL
every time i see a new card of any of my men or someone that i've been eyeing in twst there's this otherworldly possession that happens inside my body that i just can't explain because i suddenly understand egyptian hieroglyphics
feels very strange to get podcast ads about how pride friendly orlando is rn what with the current political conditions of florida for very large swathes of the queer community
i mean i dont have any suggestions for like idk the marketing team of the orlando tourism board to do any better like i certainly wouldnt know how to advertise rn, thats a rough hand youre stuck with and i hope your shit ass transphobe fascist politicians drop dead.
(A soft whistle at the barred window of Dr Sithe’s cell. A faint rustle of clothing. A little parcel, wrapped in cheesecloth, slips between the bars. There’s a letter tied to the outside, addressed only to “Mama”. It’s Maria’s handwriting.)
Dearest Mama,
The woman with the Green Comma of Secrets assures me that this letter will reach you unopened and unread. I would not otherwise risk committing the following to paper.
I thought about All Hallows’ again last night. Your face, my mask. The two of us the same. You didn’t understand why I cried, I think. I didn’t understand it myself at the time. I thought I must be sad, but I didn’t know why. It only came to make sense the other day: Miss Wilson told me that sometimes one cries when one is overwhelmed by happiness, or relieved of a great burden. I can only suppose that that was what happened to me.
When you first gave me my mask I know you never knew how much it would mean to me. You didn’t know how much easier it would make the day to day task of being Maria. Lights hurt my eyes less when I wear it. Scents hurt my mouth less when I wear it. People cannot see my face when I wear it, so they cannot see when I make the wrong expressions and become angry with me. But of course it makes me look stranger than ever, doesn’t it? You didn’t want me to wear it all the time, especially not at work. You didn’t want people to think I was strange, because people so often fear what they don’t understand, and try to destroy what they fear. I made myself difficult to protect.
I have thought for a long time that you must resent me for being such a strange creature. It seems to cause you no end of trouble. I could allude to the incident I must not talk about, of course, and all the events that followed from your attempts to protect me, but that was far from an isolated incident. My mask was part of it too. But then you wore it for me, and we were the same, and I suppose I felt that perhaps you don’t resent me quite so much after all. I suppose I felt that you might accept me, even just a little, exactly as I am.
I can only hope that I was not mistaken. Certainly I hardly deserve the acceptance I desire. I have been such a difficult child to my Mama. One might say I have been almost an impossible child. This you can hardly deny. If I were not Maria, you would not be in chains. Is it not my duty, then, to set you free?
Upon that subject I have some good news. The court has agreed to hear your appeal. We have as yet no date for it, which is to be expected - upheaval in the wake of that (I stretch the term) man’s removal from office continues to cause delays - but we are assured that you and those who would speak for you will be heard in court. Now the real work begins. The team has assembled at home, from where I pen this letter: Asogi-san’s notes occupy a good quarter of the office as I write, and Miss Lestrade keeps her feet off my desk only under protest. Your dear sweet husband, meanwhile, keeps his thoughts occupied by learning to bake. He wants to smuggle a treacle tart into Barclay for you. If he manages not to burn it, I shall ask the bearer of the Secret Comma to take it with my letter instead: baking we might teach him, but subterfuge I suspect we may not.
I feel a little lighter for having written this down. Whether our mysterious friend can stay long enough to take a reply I do not know, but it will be enough for me to know that you know my thoughts. I am not an easy Maria to understand. I would like to be a little easier, just for my Mama.
I shall write again by official channels as soon as I have news less vulnerable to prying eyes. In the meantime, rest assured that everything at work and at home is in hand. You may have raised a peculiar sort of child, but you did not raise an incompetent one - and, strange though she may be, she means to make you proud.
I am, and forever shall be,
Your loving daughter Maria
(The cheesecloth parcel contains a miniature treacle tart, about the size of the Doctor’s palm. It is heart-shaped. The edges are a little darker and crunchier than they ought to be, but it is nevertheless delicious. Looks like he didn’t burn it after all.)
(.... You've proved yourself capable of learning, Lovett. There is hope for you yet.)
(But this letter...)
(Of course I remember that All Hallow's Eve. I remember thinking that I must have made some grievous misstep, at the time.) (I suppose not.)
".......Maria..."
"To think that she's made this much progress. To read her words here, I hardly feel worthy of it."
"As for you, listen to me--"
"I---I cannot possibly form an appropriate reply for you to take back without spending the whole night."
"But..."
"Please tell my daughter that I send my thanks, and that I... I look forward to seeing her again."
"And inform my husband that it would behoove him to practice his baking more."
"I will graciously dispose of the failed attempts."
My entire life revolves around my laptop, so I am now completely incapable of working for any of my projects or jobs because the very core of my life is officially broken
Hello kings commissions are open again. I still gotta make a new pricing post + samples but uhhhh if anyone wants to dm me and slap me with some cash I will use it for gay things (cosplaying Chris redfield at my work party on Halloween and buying my cat some treats)
Y'all I have been slain by a KiddLaw fic. I feel so sick right now I think I need to take a shower and drink a beer to come off this because oh gods my HEART