she/theyi have mutated into a renegade nell blog
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when the objectively bad person has traumatic and honestly reasonable reasons for why theyre like that but it doesnt excuse their actions and only serves to make them more tragic as a character
little drawing from @greencloakedfae 's awesome timeswap fic (specifically a preview of ch2. i'm so excited) go and read it and comment a beautiful comment etc
I drink poison just because it doesnt hurt me and it makes you so mad
A good video that accurately explains why stud is a term used for black lesbians only, not white, not poc, BLACK
I’m not even going to say please. Respect black identities and labels, they are ours for a reason.
Jessica Plummer as Filomena and Saoirse-Monica Jackson as Misia
in The Decameron (2024)
Renegade Nell (2024) | 1×06
well at least now i can say with absolute certainty that netflix hates two things, and that’s ghosts and gay people
i’m okay with change and i’m fine if things are no longer the same i embrace change
i think the reason nell's character can be analysed and understood from all these different perspectives (nellfia, pollynell, arospec nell) is because she is legit just such a repressed person. the show (or the first season at least) leaves a lot of gaps for viewers to fill in, which kinda contributes to the whole hectic atmosphere you feel. we don't know how nell feels, and nell doesn't either.
i think it's quite clever writing, but i wish we could've learned more about nell (+sofia) in a second season
Thinking about the dynamics between the 'good' and 'bad' sides in renegade nell.
Sofia ofc is obsessed with catching Nell, which starts as a quick action to cover for Thomas but then kind of spins out of control into a full obsession with finding her and killing her. Poynton is curious about Nell but only really in a way of trying to figure out how best he could use her to his advantage, either through figuring out how she got her strength or through Sofias obsession with her.
Meanwhile, Nell outwardly doesn't really give a shit about them throughout the show. Her focus is pretty only on keeping her sisters safe and finding out how to get past this whole bounty issue. Its a safe bet she hates Thomas, yknow on the whole account of him killing her father thing and then framing her for murder. Queen of repressed feelings honestly cause she doesn't really address it during the show, she hasn't got time to.
She does get to rant about Sofia though!! Though I get the impression she more just finds Sofia a nuisance. A big nuisance, on the account of trying to kill her with magic and all that, but its fustration she shows outwardly not hate. And I don't think Nell is really aware of Poynton until they figure out theres a plot against the Queen, literally meeting him for the first time as she tries to kill him. Nell even readily works with Sofia at the end, being really civil and almost nice all things considered.
Nell is the root of their problems, but the root of Nell's problems is just the whole system.
And then coupling this with the flip side, where Charles and Polly are infatuated with her. So many people have a lot of big feelings about Nell and she is just trying her best to sideline them for more important things. Like not being captured and protecting her family.
I would have loved to see how these dynamics would have changed in season 2 though. You could definitely feel Nell's feelings about Sofia switch from neutral annoyance to proper hatred in those last few scenes. Ahhhh
something something everyone wants nonbinary terminology that sounds natural but no one wants to use new terminology enough to naturalize it. idk to tell y'all this but new words are always going to sound weird until they don't. nonbinary people are gonna continue to be alienated by language until we pussy up!! also tbh i feel like some people just think any terminology that is blatantly tied to nonbinary people is cringe by virtue of exorsexism making all nonbinary things cringe
Escape (Renegade Nell fic)
Summary: Thomas can’t take it anymore. He runs away to London, hoping to escape his ghosts, only to end up right back where he started.
[Aka filling in some scenes between episodes 4-6.]
Notes: I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, but I realized we were sitting at 99 total fics on ao3 which motivated me to finally finish it and post. This is now the 100th fic yay! Also it almost feels like some scenes were cut in regard to Thomas, so I wanted to explore a little of what he was up to between scenes.
TW: ghosts (or hallucinations, who knows), drinking, self deprecation, canonical death/patricide, unhappy ending, kidnapping
AO3 link
Everywhere Thomas looked, his father’s dead face glared back at him. His father’s voice constantly mocked and berated him. It made him want to scream— sometimes he couldn’t stop himself.
And Poynton. Poynton was coming. Poynton who got them all into this mess. Poynton with his words like honeyed poison.
Thomas couldn’t take it. He had to escape. He snapped at the nearest servant to prepare the carriage, then stalked to his room to pack his things.
”Weak, pathetic, coward,” his father’s voice sneered.
Thomas flinched, but didn’t bother responding. He knew he was and he hated it. He couldn’t hold up the facade of being otherwise, not without help.
Not long after, he heard his sister’s footsteps approach. “What exactly are you doing?” Sofia asked.
“Leaving. Going to London. You can’t stop me.” Thomas stuffed some random clothes into a bag.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? With your—“
Thomas whirled on her. “Stop! Just stop. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going. If I stay here one day longer I’ll go mad. I can’t…” He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “You won’t listen to me about Poynton, fine. Dig your own grave, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I will not be under the same roof as him ever again.”
Sofia reached out to put a hand on his arm. “If you are truly set on this…” She sighed. “Perhaps a change of scene would be good for you. I’ll cover for you here. Just… be careful, please.”
Thomas shrugged her off. “Good. I don’t know when I’ll be back.” If ever.
“Will you at least write?”
“Maybe.” He doubted there would be much to write about, if he’d even be sober enough to string together anything coherent.
“Farewell, then.”
Thomas simply nodded to her and went back to preparing his things. He heard her footfalls retreat and the door close behind her.
~*~
London was as he remembered it. Bustling and loud and colorful. The perfect escape to lose himself in.
Time passed in a blur. He drank. He followed his old friends around to their usual hangouts. He fell back into old patterns of gambling and cards. He almost managed to forget. Sometimes he thought he saw a glimpse of his father’s ghost, but it would quickly be lost in the crowds. His friends helped distract him.
The hangovers were torturous, but he’d gladly take that over the horror that home had become. It was worth it. It had to be. What else could he do?
~*~
Then the worst happened. Poynton’s men found him in his room, while he was vulnerable and alone. Poynton strode over to him.
Thomas froze, staring at them. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
Was he hallucinating? Dreaming? How much had he drank again? This couldn’t be happening. His head hurt, his stomach twisted in knots.
“Neither are you,” Poynton said, calm and collected as always, his voice soft almost to the point of patronizing. “I’m here to take you home, Thomas.”
“No!” Thomas staggered back and tripped over a chair. The fall didn’t help, he didn’t wake up. “No, I won’t go back! You can’t make me!”
Poynton looked down at him and sighed. “Please don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. Let me help you.”
Thomas shrank back. “Leave me alone!”
“I promised your sister I would return with you. You wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings, now would you?”
She betrayed him. How could she? He never should have told her where he was going. He should have disappeared off the face of the earth entirely. No one would miss him.
“Come now, Thomas.” Poynton took a step closer and offered his hand. The snakes on his ring twisted and danced. Thomas couldn’t look away as much as he wanted to.
”Sleep, Thomas. Sleep. All will be well. Sleep,” the voices whispered.
The world went black.
~*~
The next time Thomas woke he was in his father’s bedroom, with his father’s ghost glaring at him.
There was no escape. Nowhere he could run without being dragged back to hell.
He screamed.
Man I miss Warrior Nun what other show is gonna have a scene of a lesbian nun killing a bunch of men who are between her and her beloved while an apocalyptic version of Ave Maria plays
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It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.
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my sibling's reaction to this cake could only be expressed through art
gonna bake a cake when we hit hundred