bookworm221b asked: Do you also have Cockteasing Whore for all the women that dare to be friends with men-folk and not want to have sex with them? Because a lot of decks seem to leave that one out and I haven't been able to find it for AGES.
I am so sorry, but over the course of the last decade we’ve fazed out the Cockteasing Whore card and replaced it with the Friendzoning Bitch card as a response to popular vernacular. If you’d like, you may feel free to look into our retro packages, which, in addition to the Cockteasing Whore option, also includes such novelties as the Hysterical Woman card, the Needs A Strong Hand card, and the Property Card, a perennial favorite from back in the day.
gyzym: IN OTHER NEWS PEOPLE NEED TO STOP POSTING RULE63!DEREK STUFF BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT DEE/D/DEREKA HALE
nat: I CANNOT TAKE THE NAME DEREKA SERIOUSLY BUT DEE HALE
gyzym: WELL NEITHER CAN SHE; THAT’S THE PROBLEM
gyzym: HER PARENTS NAMED HER DEREKA AND SHE HAAAAATES IT
gyzym: SO FOR YEARS SHE’S BEEN GOING BY D
gyzym: LIKE EVEN BEFORE THE FIRE, SHE WENT BY D
gyzym: AND SHE THINKS OF IT AS JUST “D”
gyzym: THE LETTER
gyzym: BUT NO ONE ELSE WILL ACCEPT THAT AS HER NAME
gyzym: SO SHE’S STARTED ADDING THE “EE”
nat: I JUST ALWAYS THINK OF KEITHA FROM FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS
nat: IT’S KEITH BUT WITH AN A ON THE END
gyzym: no but like oh my god nat THINK ABOUT IT
nat: I can so, so see it
gyzym: like, derek’s whole vibe is fuck off, right?
gyzym: IMAGINE DEE HALE
gyzym: HER ENTIRE VIBE
gyzym: WOULD BE FUCK *YOU*
The flower she is named for, creamy white petals and center glowing gold, is plucked and plucked and plucked for love. It is a cruel name to give a girl whose eyes are fixed on the horizon, but then, what name wasn’t, in those days? What name would have been more fitting for the child reared beneath hothouse lights, cultivated in thick, rich soil, grown entire for the plucking? She thinks she would have preferred gardenia, but it’s not as thought it would be fit to mention it. It’s not as though anyone would think to ask.
He loves me, he loves me not; he loves me, he loves me not; he loves me, he loves me not; he loves me. Of course, for Daisy Buchanan, it’s not as though love was the problem.
Once again, and much to my dismay, we have to talk about what happened last night. I have two big problems with what you did with Choke; I have a problem with your narrative, and I have a problem with how you presented it. And the thing is, Glee, the topic of abuse and assault is one that is very close to my heart, so in addition to having problems with what you’ve done, I am also furious in a way I rarely find myself after watching television. In fact, the last time I remember feeling this way is when I watched your horrific butchering of what could have been a very powerful lesbian storyline; something to keep in mind, no? Maybe you should change the name of your show to Rage, since god knows it would be more fitting vis a vis the emotion I so often find myself feeling when I turn you off.
So, first and foremost: you know what, Glee, you’ve got a lot of fucking nerve to use the idea that domestic violence needs to be taken more seriously (which it does) to frame an episode of your show that uses abuse as a fucking plot device. That is just….god, that is really pushing the hypocrisy envelope, even for you guys. And you know what I get it, I really do, I get that you’ve decided that you’re the Great White Hope of television or whatever, I get that you’ve decided you’re the Heralds of Change. I bet you patted yourselves on the back when you finished this one; I bet you went home and felt real good about you. And that’s great, except that what you should have been feeling was ashamed of yourselves.