Dear Vancouver International Airport,
Please invest in some tinted windows. There is no reason why I should have to wear sunglasses while I just sit here quietly waiting to board. Come on now, seriously.
Love, Tea
I am sick of them and the morons who believe them.
Especially when THEY’VE done something to make YOU feel uncomfortable, and then when you try and tell them that, THEY get mad at YOU and try to claim that somehow, it’s actually YOUR fault all this time.
I can’t even.
…without calling. And you didn’t feel like getting dressed today, so it’s 7:30pm and you’re wearing your Pacman pj shorts and a stupid tshirt and you actually don’t really like him that much, and you find yourself sitting alone in the living room with him making really awkward small talk while your dad bullshits around in the kitchen.
Hi, there. This is just your friendly neighborhood Tea here to talk to you a little bit about Cesare and Lucrezia.
Now, I know that the vast majority of you ship them pretty hardcore. If you look up “The Borgias” on tumblr, more than half of what comes up has to do with Cesare and Lucrezia, and that’s undoubtedly because you all think that the pair of them are adorable and belong together regardless of the fact they share DNA. Well, I don’t think that. In fact, I think shipping incest in any fandom is just a little bit disgusting.
Yes, I know that many of you are going to argue that Cesare and Lucrezia’s incest really happened, but think about this for a minute. There is not one source out there that confirms nor denies their incestuous relations. BUT. It’s believed that the rumour started when Lucrezia’s first husband, Giovanni Sforza, whispered it around after his marriage to Lucrezia had been annulled. Consider the source, fangirls. Giovanni has just been humiliated by the Borgia family. Obviously he wanted to damage Lucrezia’s credibility in some way, and decided to tell people she was sleeping with her brother as the way to do it.
So please. The next time you go to post something about how perfect Cesare and Lucrezia are together, think about this. Recall that they’re brother and sister and maybe post about Rodrigo and Vannozza instead, for they need more love.
This is me being against the Supreme Court allowing congress to force people to buy anything under the guise of a ‘tax.’ Last I checked, the American revolution happened because an un-elected individual forced taxes on its colonists…. Sound familiar? The president said countless times that his…
All I hear when people make arguments against the SCOTUS’s decision is “Fuck you, I got mine.” Hint: This isn’t how prosperous civilizations that are actually worth living in work.
It’s how free societies work. Without freedom, I hardly see this civilization ’worth’ living. Does healthcare need to be fixed? Yes. Is forcing it on people the answer? Absolutely not. And also, ‘fuck you, I got mine’ is hardly how I feel. Last year I was in a car accident and have been struggling for over a year to get the surgery I need so that I can get back to work. I’m on opiate painkillers 4 times a day just to get through the day. Trust me when I say ‘fuck you, I got mine’ is NOT how I feel after having my health insurance deny me the only surgery to get me well again. It’s unfortunate you would judge my opinion so quickly and easily.
I’m not reblogging this because of anything to do with politics. I’m not American, nor am I 100% sure how they work. No, I’m reblogging this because it infuriates me how much people judge others and simply assume they know their situation when in reality, they know jack shit. It needs to stop.
I’m rather tired of One Direction clogging up my dash.
So about part 1 quickly, in summary: I hate Oscar, Natara needs to grow a spine, Blaise was…suspiciously tolerable and the Stone guy was rather attractive.
Back at the ranch:
This episode starts off again with Mal and Blaise traipsing around pretending to be Irish and I’ve got to say, I regret nothing about choosing the speak in a Irish accent option. Tomas Angel is an asshole though. A really big one.
Also, what is the point of Blaise? Is she just supposed to stand there and look pretty? You’re sort of useless that way, Blaise.
Also. Poor Mal is probably fucked with me because I’m so bad at poker. But we’ll see.
But I guess I’m more talented than I thought. So. Final 3? I think so. Also, Joey, stop talking to Mal. You’re creepy and you have a nervous eye twitch.
That’s why Mal is in the final two.
Oh. No eye twitch? Okay then. Once more, Tomas is an asshole.
Then we sweep over to Nat and Kai who are trying to be friends but aren’t. Kai apparently knows more about love than we give him credit for, and his definition of marriage was pretty legit. So legit that Natara should just hunt down Mal and declare her undying love. AND SHE CALLS HIM. GOOD LORD, FINALLY.
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. STUPID BLAISE. WHY. WHY. NOW NAT HEARD THAT AND SHE’S GOING TO THINK THINGS.
HOW DARE YOU. ACTUALLY. HOW. DARE. YOU.
At least Mal rips her apart about it. You go, Mal.
But she’s still a bitch and all the things I said about her being tolerable? Yeah. Gone. Out the window.
OH SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SERIOUSLY. STOP TRYING TO BE CUTE. YOU’RE NOT, BLAISE. I DO NOT LIKE YOU. Everything you say makes me dislike you more, so you should just stop talking.
OH. OH NO WAY. NO WAY. THIS ISN’T EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. MORE THAN PARTNERS?! NO. NO.
I DON’T EVEN CARE IF “WE’RE ALREADY MORE THAN PARTNERS” IS PROBABLY THE RIGHT ANSWER. I REFUSE TO GIVE BLAISE THE SATISFACTION OF HEARING THOSE WORDS.
THEN SHE ACTUALLY HAS THE BALLS TO PLAY MATCHMAKER WHEN HE REJECTS HER? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
Sigh. At least Mal wins the game. That doesn’t even really begin to make up for the fuckery EA has thrust upon the fandom in this episode.
Also, what is Stone and Fiona’s problem? Seriously.
And Jacob. As much as I adore him, I’m not impressed. Not impressed at all.
Then the bonus scene.
A text from Mal. A text from Mal. Omfg, a text from Mal.
Oh my gosh. BLAISE. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER? SHE RUINS EVERY SINGLE MALTARA MOMENT!
…Oh shit. She’s at Oscar’s house.
…oh shit, she said yes.
She said yes.
Oh.
My.
God.
I’m going to hope and hope and hope and hope that if it gets so far as to their wedding, it’ll turn into one of these.
If not. Well. Gah. I don’t even know. I can’t even.
It’s rained so much lately that a bunch of roads have been damaged and trucks are unable to get to us to bring groceries for who knows how long.
Awesome.
