what if we were all owlbears and we kissed

I would be reluctant to use fridging in this exact context, because this isn't some imaginary scenario to generate manpain for a white hero, this is a much more common experience of Native American and First Nation people, having their wives and daughters and sisters (in particular, but not exclusively) go missing. And never getting answers, never learning what happened, and not being believed that there's a problem in the first place.

This is like how being rescued from a tower by a prince is not particularly empowering or affirming to cis physically able straight thin perisex white women and girls, but can be for basically anybody else. Particularly black girls and women, who do not get a lot of cultural messages that treat them as people who are so valuable and precious, who may not have the strength to save themselves, or may wish that they didn't fucking have to save themselves (and everyone else) all the time.

White men have this story so often happen that we have a trope name specific to one specific and particularly egregious version of this, but you don't often see men who look like Robbie dealing with this type of story in fictional settings, even though it happens for men like Robbie in real life with horrifying frequency.

“i think lavonte and hj have done this dance before”

the soft music is killing me. this is such a change in mood from the past episodes

“i’m gonna punch hj as hard in the face as i can” gay “you should have cracked me in the front teeth with your scepter by now”

“i need you to wake ME up. Alright? because i feel asleep right now” this is just. oohhhh

“leaning into HJ a little bit… […] i think you just notice that there’s a flush to HJ.” spits out my drink

“HJ is choosing to push blood through his system” HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO MAKE IT GAYER

“your cheeks are rosy.” oh my fuck

they’re all trying so hard not to laugh

imagine if brennan was like “no its not about ssris.” nah ally, he just decided you were gay

“do you want to go to the co-op with me” i can choose to interpret this as a date

“do you remember what you told me when you turned me?” LORE DROPPP “You told me we were gonna drink the blood of Caine and go fight each other to the death on top of the golden gate bridge” i love everything about this scene. the HISTORY

City Council of Darkness, Episode 8: A Fraternal Order and an Author of Horror

Got to spend money to make money.

if you don’t mind robbing the cradle, you’re welcome to spend the night

Bat Child: I must foresake my passion for higher learning to Fight Crime and Protect the Night. Protecting the Night must be my entire existence.

Darkness Man: What?! No, go back to school. Finish your degree.

Dean - One liners for days, macho lady’s man (even if this is to some extent a façade), classic rock soundtrack, almost always the one hunting The Horrors, leather jacket + has a cool car

meanwhile Moshang:

MBJ, robes artfully falling around his chest: Shang Qinghua. Come to bed.

And as a finn I have to say that that line was ...bizarrely well researched? Like for a show presumably made for an american audience, they could've just flat-out made something up, but they managed to strike smack dab in the middle of the kind of Infinitely Nuanced Shrimp Colours Racism Beyond American Comprehension that a sufficiently racist and xenophobic Most Racist White Man Alive could come up with.

I was delighted that the whole team was 100% on board for maximum heartache for 2/3 postcards and they were also very correct that let's have a fun one was a very necessary counterweight.

Stolen Century is really Lucretia's book in a lot of ways! Which is great because I love her, but also she really goes through it. Sorry, Lucretia! Hang in there!! tiny tiny sneak peek at her postcard:

Getting murdered: 🚫🙅‍♂️👎