Feature request: the ability to use the filter by tags function to eliminate all instances of “High school AU” from search results.
That would be awesome, thanks! I await implementation.
How long will Talia be sticking around on NCIS: LA? — Mary
Sorry, Densi ‘shippers: It doesn’t like Talia (Mercedes Masohn) is going anywhere soon. “We love this character,” executive producer Shane Brennan says. “Without a doubt we’ll be bringing her back.” But don’t expect Talia and Kensi to become BFFs anytime soon. “Let’s just say things become heated between [Talia] and Kensi when Talia gives her some unasked-for advice,” Brennan teases. “Her impact is both emotional and physical.” Can you say catfight?
I don’t want to “say catfight.” I don’t want to watch two mature, highly-skilled professionals act like insecure eighth graders — in the freaking workplace, no less.
I want two kick-ass federal agents to meet each other, realize they have things in common other than The Dude, and go out for a beer, during which they bond by telling embarrassing Deeks stories.
- What’s wrong with you?
- THEY DIE TOGETHER OR NOT AT ALL.
- What’s wrong with you?
I’m sorry, have you forgotten?
"All right. So how do I die?"
BUT REALLY JACQUI WHAT ???????? ??????????? ?????
REASONS YOU SHOULD READ THESE BOOKS (aside from ‘architecture can be murder’, which, really, we’re just being spoiled here):
- the protagonist, peter…
I noticed that too: his character descriptions don’t default to “white unless I tell you otherwise.”
And his women, by and large, are real people. Except for the river goddesses, who of course aren’t, but yet are. I can forgive a few tropes when it’s in the service of immigrant women becoming local river spirits because the older gods have joined the posh folks flight from the city centers. He writes his female cops like cops who happen to be female, and he writes male-female friendship as possible, realistic (occasionally fraught with tension).
“IF YOU CAN READ THIS YOU ARE A NERD AND ALSO PROBABLY DEAD”
― Ben Aaronovitch, Whispers Under Ground
Except this isn’t really a review. Basically, these books are really fucking awesome and there’s an incredibly tiny fandom, which considering this series is going to be made into a tv show soon, IT SHOULD BE BIGGER.
It’s the story of PC Peter Grant, who works for the Met and ends up meeting a ghost that’s a murder witness. ENTER THE WORLD OF MAGIC, turns out there’s division of the police that deal with supernatural crap, led by Inspector Nightingale, and made up of only Inspector Nightingale (who is a BAMF).
Think Harry Potter meets Hot Fuzz running around modern day London.
so where the fuck is the Rivers of London fandom? Where’s the fanart, the fanfic? Why is nobody talking about this?!
come on these books have a snarky POC protagonist who’s a London cop who goes on to become a wizard (no for real) and his awesome
sexymysterious sexyboss and mentor Nightingale and it’s fun and awesome and cool and references Dr. Who and Harry Potter and it’s got Molly in the Folly and just
WHY AREN’T MORE PEOPLE ALL OVER THIS IS ALL I’M SAYING
Seconded. Seconded so hard.
The Eagle → "How can a piece of metal mean so much to you?" "The eagle is not a piece of metal. The eagle is Rome."
Underrated movie, and a really great book by a should-be-known-better author.
Jemma hates the pool, but she cannot keep herself from coming back. Every evening she finds herself swimming, forcing her limbs to move faster, to push further. She keeps a timer at the edge of the pool and counts her laps. Each day she swims a bit faster, lasts a bit longer.
"You’re a better swimmer than I." Fitz had said, but she had not been fast enough or strong enough to save him.
While Jemma is swimming, she focuses hard enough on the task at hand that she can ignore the sensation of liquid surrounding her, the feeling of water closing over her head. The memories and nightmares come later.
It is irrational to hate a liquid or a room, but this past year has filled Jemma with little irrational souvenirs, filled her with memories that freeze her in place and make it difficult for her to breathe. Jemma’s specialty is biology, and the human brain is a fascinating thing, but at times she wishes she could trade her irrational human psych for logical and practical computer circuits.
Shaving seconds off her swim time won’t fix anything. It won’t wake Fitz from his coma; it won’t make him happy, healthy, and whole again. Pushing herself until her muscles are limp and shaking with fatigue won’t let her go back in time and stop Ward from pressing the button to drop them into the ocean below. It won’t keep Fitz from deciding to get so close to the plane. It can’t stop HYDRA from infecting SHIELD and tearing apart everything she knew in a haze of gunfire and suspicion. The nightly ritual accomplishes nothing, and yet…
Jemma hates the pool, but she cannot keep herself from coming back.
And so she swims.
Ouch. This was lovely but painful
I am worried about Fitz. TBI is definitely not NBD. Though I suppose in a world that can bring Coulson back from actual death, there’s probably a little something they can give him for that.
And then I saw that Melissa Fumero had been cast as Amy Santiago on Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and I felt my guts roll up into my throat and try to escape out of my mouth. Omgomgomgomg that’s it then. There’s no way in hell a major network is gonna cast two Latina actresses in such a tight ensemble show I AM SCREWED.
And then next day my agents called and told me I’d booked it.
I couldn’t believe it. I had been saying to my boyfriend the night before how there was JUST NO WAY. Normally, The Latina is a singular element of the ensemble she is working in. She’s there to provide contrast, or sexuality, or humor. Or she’s there to clean the floors and/or steal your man. There are some serious stereotypes very much alive in film and TV today, and The Latina is one of them.
Here’s the thing though. The world is changing. Slowly but surely, television is changing. The character stereotypes are changing, or being turned inside out by some fantastic writers and actors (I’m looking at you, Orange is the New Black, Scandal, and The Mindy Project). People of color are on TV playing roles that are fleshed out, complex, human. And yes, some of those characters are maids. Some are sexy heartbreakers there to steal your man. Some own BBQ joints, while some are Chiefs of Staff. Some are prisoners, and some are cops. All are real people with hopes, dreams, ambitions, fears, and all the other vast human emotions and desires…
…This is important. Because young women are watching TV, and they are getting messages about who they are in the world, who the world will allow them to be. And in big important steps, television is showing a reflection back to those young women that YOU CAN BE WHATEVER THE HELL YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE, and that two Latinas on one show is NORMAL. I think that’s a win for everybody."
Ok who told the crew that they did a good job of hiding Gillian’s pregnancy in early season 2? Because seriously.
I love the way she makes that little “Oof” noise every time she sits down, because she was so ginormous. And she’s waddling. I love it.
Benedict wins the internet! For the best video. for being a trooper, for having fun with it and for supporting the charity, and also giving other ways to donate, (by text in the UK!)
Well worth the wait. I will be screencapping the crap out of this later when my visitors leave and awaiting everyone’s wonderful gifs too!
Finally - a shower scene that didn’t get cut from the final film!
And an answer to the age-old ‘boxers or briefs’ question…. boxer briefs!
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Eight days after “The Incident,” a file appears in Kensi’s inbox.
It’s a paper file, nondescript except for the large red “Confidential” stamp across the front. And across the back. And the slightly heavier-than-usual cardstock that indicates the folder probably has embedded RFID for security.
Paperclipped to the front is a paper form, the case number pre-filled at the top of it. Over it is a handwritten note in Hetty’s script: “For completion of your after-action reports.”
She recognizes the case number and her stomach churns.
Everything inside has been printed from the secure electronic file system onto reflective paper that resists photocopying, and she’s pretty sure each page has a unique UV watermark. She’s being given limited access; the ability to share this file with anyone outside her physical workplace is far, far above her pay grade.
Inside are statements by crime scene technicians, forensic DNA reports, fingerprints and ballistics results. Three witness interviews are transcribed, typed in dialog format to fully capture details. There are medical records and several autopsy reports.
And there are pictures.
Kensi reads the entire file, carefully, with an investigator’s eye. She flips through the pictures, one after the other.
And then she goes to the women’s restroom and throws up.
Callen is waiting just outside the restroom door when she comes out. He hands her a bottle of water and pushes the door of the gun range open, indicating with a tilt of his head that she should enter. When the door closes, he turns to her.
"Granger said ‘pretty brutal.’ he says. "That really doesn’t begin to cover it." His look is questioning, inviting her to explain why she didn’t tell him exactly what brutality Granger had glossed over.
"I don’t even want to think about what kinds of things Granger has seen, or been part of, if that only rates a ‘pretty brutal’," she tells Callen. "I think he knew as soon as he saw Deeks what they’d done to him."
"You didn’t?” Callen sounds genuinely surprised.
She takes a deep breath. “G, I’ve seen people take beatings. I’ve seen Deeks take a fist to the face. I saw you after you got worked over by Vizieri. After seeing what Sidorov and his people did to those sleeper agents to find those nukes in the first place?”
She stops, remembers to breathe, to slow the pace of the words tumbling out. “I remember thinking ‘Thank God, they haven’t done much to him yet.’ It looked like they’d roughed him when they captured him. It wasn’t until he opened his mouth for the paramedics that I realized….”
"Oh, Kensi." It comes out soft, and G is never touchy-feely with her, and it makes her feel like she’s going to start crying, so she clears her throat and continues.
"While I was setting the squibs, I could feel his heart racing while I was sticking them on his shirt. I remember thinking that yeah, it was going to be scary to stay and sell Michelle’s cover, but that he was, you know? Being Deeks about it. Playing up the ‘oh i’m so hurt now, ow ow’ thing, like he always does. Except it wasn’t, and I knew that, and I pretended I didn’t.”
"Kens, we had to do it. He understood that. He’s done dangerous undercovers for years. Sam’s statement says he played it perfectly.”
"Yeah, maybe. But it doesn’t change that I looked him in the eye when he begged me to let him out of that chair, I watched him drooling and spitting blood, and I told him he had to stay to face more torture. And some part of me thought he was being dramatic about it.”
Callen is silent. Kensi wonders if he’s thinking about his own partner’s raw, blistered wrists and ankles.
She looks at the floor as she says, softly, “Its just. Teeth, Callen? Why did it have to be teeth?
I vowed at the beginning of summer that I’d finish at least one thing from my hard drive. Well, its nearly Labor Day, and I’ve written one flash-fic, started something much bigger, and made progress on two.
In the interests of keeping myself honest, I’m posting opener of this piece, which is closest to completion. which I’ve worked on the most. It’s Kensi POV, post-Ascension, and I think its worth finishing.