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findinghea · 2 years
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acernusaurus · 3 months
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One thing I had to do for Back to the Finale: Part III was figure out the state of the Waverider in-story and the biggest part of that was tracking how the rooms changed owners over the years.
It got so confusing that I physically had to map it out and I wanted to share for anyone else who might need it.
The basics: The Waverider has 8 presumably identical rooms that were then modified by Jax and Rip before season 2.
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The boxes around the names are for where it's not clear who took which room, e.g. Nate could have taken either Snart or Kendra's room.
To sum up:
Mick and Sara were the only ones to stay in their rooms the whole time (unless one of them swiped Rip's at the beginning of season 3)
Astra got Ray's room.
Amaya and Nate took Snart and Kendra's rooms. Then Amaya's went to either Charlie or Mona.
Martin's room went to Leo for a short time and then either Wally or Rip while the other person got Jax's empty room.
After Wally, Rip, and Amaya left one of their rooms went to Charlie, one to Mona, and one was left empty while John chose to sleep in the library. Gary took over the empty room eventually.
Zari 2.0 got Mona's room and Spooner got Charlie's.
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olympain · 2 years
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The Legends in Season Finales Throughout the Years (2016 - 2022)
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pretty-emo-dad · 4 months
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SAMANTHA & AVA IN MONA AWAD’S BUNNY
Quotes from Richard Siken’s crush & the novel itself
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talas-first-lady · 6 days
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Ok but honestly, one Legends musical episode couldn't possibly be enough. Because imagine, if you will, season 4: "Summer Nights" from Grease starts playing.
First verse: Ray is on the Waverider telling the Legends about his date with Nora. It's very sweet. The Legends are teasing him a bit but it's all in good fun.
Second verse: a book club meeting in Nora's Time Bureau cell.
Nora, holding lyrics sheet: Yeah, no, I'm not singing any of this.
Mona: Come on! It'll be fun!
Ava, studying lyrics: This is highly unprofessional and, honestly, kind of sexist.
Wolfie: SING IT!
Gary from the hallway: Tell me more! Tell me more!
Book Club: Shut up, Gary!
Back to the Waverider.
Legends: Tell me more, tell me more
Charlie: Like how was she in bed?
Legends: Tell me more, tell me more
Mick: Did she [highly detailed, very pornographic question with way too many syllables that brings the whole song to a screeching halt]
Ray, too flustered to respond:
Sara: That's physically impossible. Trust me, I've tried.
Zari, dry heaving in the corner: I want to die.
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neptunlan · 9 months
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books cant be about girl losers without some annoying reviewer claiming that the protagonist suffers from not like other girls syndrome
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dumblesbiansworld · 1 year
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I probably shouldnt say this but the scenes in Mona Awads 'Bunny' where Ava and Max have some romantic thing going on and Samantha just stares at them in jealousy are so 'Mr Brightside' coded. its insane
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elliesdeadite · 2 months
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Ava : Hey are you okay ?
Mona rubbing her temples : yeah , I just have this headache that comes and goes
Alison: * enters the room *
Mona : There she is again .
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melodydolohov23 · 6 months
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Can't stop thinking about Ava and Samantha
I see a lot of myself in Samatha and I'm kinda creeped out.
I wish swans were real
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bunnysmackie · 2 years
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ava moodboard
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greenteasorrow · 2 years
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Bunny by mona awad has such a grip on my soul man!!!
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kwenglipa · 1 year
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My favorite met gala 2023 looks
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panini-penguin · 1 year
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*Book Club responding to being stabbed by a sword*
Mona: Rude.
Ava: That's fair.
Nora: Not again.
Sara: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?
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pretty-emo-dad · 1 year
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Queer rep is like “I’m a girl…. But I like?? A girl >_<“ Meanwhile queer coding is like “I look at her face through her fishnet veil. Is she pissed? I can’t tell because it’s hard to see her expression in the dark. I shrug, smile, but feel my lip jerk to one side.
“Okay. Stressful. School and all.”
She nods at the moon, who would never be stressed out by dumb things like school. I wish she would look at me.
“I missed you.” I say it with feeling. Too much feeling. “I tried to text. I thought maybe you left town or something.”
“Nope, still here. Well, there was that really brief stint with Diego in Paris. He got me this coat.”
“It’s nice.” I say it before I even look at her coat but now that I do, I realize it is a nice coat, a very nice coat, and I’ve never seen her in it before. Probably another spoil from the Warren dumpster but no, it looks too new. It’s got a fur collar. “Is that real fur?”
“Rabbit.” She blows smoke coolly out of her nostrils like a dragon. “He skinned it himself. Don’t look so appalled, Smackie. That’s what they do in Europe. Anyway, it had a good life before he shot it. Lots of tall grass and hopping in the Bois de Boulogne or whatever.”
She grins at me, her eyes shining. “Oh, how was your little sex party thing, by the way?”
“Okay.”
“Cool.”
“I mean, it was super lame,” I add. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again. Ever.”
She looks at me. “You’re allowed to have fun without me,
you know.”
“I know,” I say. “But I really didn’t. At all.”
She looks at me until I look away.
Silence.
When I look back at her, she’s staring up at the moon, smiling serenely at it like the moon is her new best friend, it’s telling her the most gorgeous things in the world, it would never betray her for some dumb cunts. I could never compare. I shouldn’t try.
“I really missed you this week. I thought maybe you were upset with me.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Because you went to that lame party?”
When she says it aloud like that, it sounds utterly stupid.
“No. I don’t know. Maybe,” I say.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Don’t be an idiot.” She turns back toward the moon. “Unlike your new friends, I’m a grown woman.” “I know.”
“I have my own devices.” She looks down the street as though she’s waiting for a taxi that will arrive and whisk her away any minute now. The street is dark, empty, aside from a few scared-looking undergrads walking quickly down the sidewalk, huddled together, their coiffed heads bent, purse logos shimmering in the dark. Probably venturing toward the one cool bar downtown.
The tango music swells up again.
“We’d better go back inside,” she says and moves to walk in.
“I’m sorry I went,” I blurt out. “I would much rather have hung out with you.” It’s the truth. It’s so the truth I can’t even look at her.
“Do you want me to be mad at you? Is that it?” “No,” I say.
“Because I will be. Samantha, how dare you.” “Ava.”
“Why oh why did you desert me for three hours?”
“Stop it.”
“Do you know I almost died? In fact,” she turns to look at me, “I am dead.” “Don’t.”
“Oh yes. I’m a ghost now, Samantha. I died of a broken heart. I died of grief. It’s in the autopsy. And it’s all your fault. My tombstone reads, Friend Deserted for Evening. I didn’t invite you to the funeral because I figured you wouldn’t care.”
“Ava, please stop—”
She moves in closer. Cups her hands around my face. Her hands are cold and soft and strong through the mesh gloves that grate my skin. She smells like wet leaf, firewood, and green tea. Her hair is platinum feathers brushing my cheeks. Her eyes are runny and scary with makeup, both the brown one and the blue one boring into my skull. We’re swaying slightly like we’re about to dance.
I remember how the first time we came to class, we were late and all the men had been taken. So the teacher said, You two, pair up! Take turns leading.
Are you leading or am I? I asked Ava.
Whatever, she said. We can both lead.
Okay, I said, not knowing what to do. So I sort of followed and led at the same time. She was looking right at me sort of dreamily, happily, like what bliss, what fun, isn’t it? but I didn’t know where to look, so I kept my eyes on a peacock feather earring dangling from her left ear. It felt a little like holding a dream.
I’m staring at that feather now, though this doesn’t feel like a dream.
“Samantha,” she says now, “I don’t care, okay? I really don’t. You want to go to a pretentious party and fraternize with bonobos, I honestly give zero fucks. I don’t care what you do or where you go, okay?”
I feel my breath being knocked out of me. “Okay,” I say. She looks at me.
Tears are suddenly running down my face.
“Smackie,” she says softly.
But I’m walking away, stumbling then running. Even though the night scares me. Even though I hear her calling my name as I walk off into the night. I hear her calling me back, but I don’t turn around. I want to show her I’m not scared. ”
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talas-first-lady · 2 months
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Season 4
The Legends of Tomorrow have been allotted one use of the word "fuck" per season.
Bonus points for including the episode/context in your tags/reblogs/comments. Triple bonus points for including the specific quote you would insert it into.
Season 1 | Season 2 | Season 3
Seasons 5-7 coming soon
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soldsoulglenx · 1 year
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Black women at The Academy Awards, Los Angeles | March 12, 2023.
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