lobiaveinstagram said: omg, so far I'm not believing that Oliver said 'i love you' to felicity. The chemistry is so in the air, that is contagious. I'm more upset because we had two opportunities to kiss and nothing. Now we can only wait for a long time. :(
I needed something more in the last scene. They kept playing the will they kiss or not and just ugh just kiss already you idiots lol
I see no reason they couldn’t have kissed to really seal the deal of their “deception” to Slade’s cameras. ;)
Nonono I am totally fine with dragging this out some more. :popcorn:
Yeah, in case you missed it, he did in fact specify “Mood: Horny” in one of those posts.
And in addition to not being a feminist, his books are blatantly racist, he clearly revels in pedophilia, and one of the above linked post flaunts some pretty overt homophobia. There are a million other fantasy/scifi writers fans could put their support and money behind, and it just kills me to see this guy put on a pedestal.
I enjoy a lot of problematic shit too, okay. I watched seven seasons of Smallville, for crap’s sake. The heart wants what the heart wants! But that’s no excuse for not holding that shit accountable.
bringing back my own post because i’m just seeing way too much grrm on my dash again, goddamn. from one of his LJ posts:
All of our Shaes were hot as hell. But only a handful of them captured that other quality, maybe three out of twenty, and Sibel was the standout. It’s easy to see why she has won all those awards. Watching those auditions, any red-blooded male would want to take every one of our Shae candidates to bed.
What’s really scary is how many girls are going to say yes out of pure fear? How many girls are going to be stuck in really unhealthy relationships because they’re afraid the “nice guy” will kill them?
I still have trouble calling what happened to me rape because a) it was an ongoing thing (LOGIC WHAT LOGIC) and because he never held me down or hurt me.
He just made sure he casually mentioned on a regular basis that, if he wanted to, he could break my face.
And made sure I understood that all men wer elike him, and at least he cared about me.
Like, damn, I WAS that girl twenty years ago and I still don’t know how she bought that shit. And I came from a fairly good place, all things considered.
ETA: and by “from a good place” I mean in an intact home with supportive parents and in a pocket that had pretty low tolerance for outright sexism.