Flash Season 1 and Dr. Wells!

Alright, something has to be wrong with me. This happened with Loki in the Avengers and now here in the Flash. I love the villain. Now, it’s no spoiler for me to tell you that Dr. Wells is a villain. The very first episode, we see that he is a major sketchball, but despite his villainous actions, he’s my favorite character. And it sucks because if he didn’t have that mysterious villainous side, I don’t believe I would like him as much. But I mean I also like him for his good qualities. He is majorly intelligent and for the most part, he has a calm personality and has this calculating persona when he’s thinking, which is what he’s usually doing. I love it. I love him. Maybe I’m just falling into his manipulative tendencies just like I fell for Loki…but just like Loki…I don’t care.

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SO, even though I just started Flash the other day, I finished it last night. Why is that? Because I LOVE it, and the only reason I stopped my binge last night was because Netflix doesn’t have Season 2. (Honestly, the travesty! >.<) Did I still love it as much as I did after the first couple episodes? Yes! I will admit towards the middle, it started to get a little slow because they needed to drag the major plot line out for the entire season. Obviously those little villain face-offs Flash had every episode did not need to be dragged out, lol. But all in all, I found the story to be quite engaging and maintain a decent amount of unpredictability to prevent boredom. The crossovers with Arrow were actually done well in a manner that actually made me appreciate those characters. And the drama. The drama was maintained at an agreeable and manageable level! Yes, the characters had their moments, but it wasn’t like every single episode. It was fantastic to see Team Flash work together and grow together. I swear, I could also see the acting improve as the episodes progressed. The characters are great—people I’d love to meet in real life. (Actually, I’ve been daydreaming about hanging out with the Flash crew for a few days now. I’m not sure what sort of science and magic I’ll have to perform to make that happen though…) Barry is absolutely adorable and I love his spirit. He has a great group of people to support him and their quirks are just as fun.

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Flash Season 1 did not feel like a waste of my time. I thoroughly enjoyed it and looked forward to watching every episode. I can’t wait to see what Season 2 brings to the table. And don’t you worry, I will find a way to watch it. I MUST. Also I do not and will not apologize for my love for the character of Harrison Wells. He’s still my favorite. XD

 

Flash is actually good!

I was pretty hesitant to start watching the Flash after my little stint with Arrow last summer. I had somewhat of a love/hate relationship with Arrow. There were so many things I couldn’t stand, but Flash was quite a pleasant surprise. First of all, I much like the main character (yeah, Oliver Queen is obnoxious in my opinion). Secondly, there isn’t annoying drama! Yesss! I’m so happy to be at episode ten and be not finding any ridiculous or excessive drama. Thirdly, there isn’t an annoying repetitive opening sequence. I am SO grateful Barry switches up how he introduces each episode.

Flash is fun! Barry Allen is ABSOLUTELY adorable. I love his character and the actor is quite cute too. 😉 He has a great group of people he runs with who are useful as he chases down the bad guys every episode. And he’s learning. He’s new to his powers and it’s cool to see him grow. Actually there was an episode where Oliver Queen trained Barry. I could not believe how mature and likeable Oliver appeared…Okay, I need to chill before this turns into a rant about Oliver Queen.

Every episode just makes Barry more lovable, and the show has a light-hearted yet serious nature, which is wonderful. While every episode focuses on a new villain, there is also two other mysterious storylines that weave through the series. I’m excited to see how they turn out.

I mean, I’m not even halfway through the first season (Goodness, I only started yesterday), but I’m really enjoying Flash, and so far have zero complaints. XD

Twenty Minutes: A Response to the Stanford Rape Case

In twenty minutes,
You could walk a mile.
In twenty minutes,
You could mix up the ingredients for a cake.
In twenty minutes,
You could finish the essay portion of the SAT.
In twenty minutes,
You could learn a new mathematical formula.
In less than twenty minutes,
You could pull a child from a burning building,
Forever being known to the family as a hero.
In less than twenty minutes,
You could give a graduation address,
Forever being known as your class’s valedictorian.
In less than twenty minutes,
You could pull a gun trigger for the first time,
And end someone’s life for the first time.
In less than twenty minutes,
You could deliver a sentence
That takes into account the life of the attacker more than the life of the victim.
In less than twenty minutes,
You could play this ridiculous blaming game,
In which you blame everything and everyone except the person who is at fault.
In less than twenty minutes,
You could call this a mistake, a misstep, an unfortunate happening, a misunderstanding
You could call it anything but rape.
In twenty minutes…
You could have action…
Just twenty minutes of action
In which you take advantage of an unconscious woman
In which you make a decision that ruins her life
In which you decide your own desires trump her inability to consent
In which you rape a woman
In just twenty minutes of action,
You could sexually assault a woman,
And forever earn the right to be labeled a sex offender.
In just twenty minutes of action…
In just twenty minutes of rape.
For just twenty minutes of rape,
You deserve much more than six months in jail.

Turned to Grey

Black and white; sharp and pristine
Until tears cloud them into a grey scene.

From a distance, unavoidable beauty does the portrait hold.
Edging closer, emotions sparked, double-takes, and some fakes
Initial awe diminished.

“‘Tis hideous!”
Easy to say
Unless you know the artist
And your pride is washed away.

Nodding in accordance
Judging from afar
But when it’s your turn
Your whole life is ajar.

Make her a dove
Make him a dove
They are doves
Nothing is evil.

Your lady is a dove
Your man is a dove

Why sting the dove?
How could anyone hurt the dove?
Could one actually bite the dove?

The other was evil.

A portrait, a painting, whatever art may be remaining
Unblurred beauty and lines, easy to see
One drop of emotion
And everything turns to grey.

Khabi Kushi Khabie Gham

The movie was 90% crying, I swear. Okay. Maybe I’m exaggerating, but not by much. It was like 85% crying, but it was good crying. It was real crying because this movie was about 85% feels, literally. That was not an exaggeration there.

Khabi Kushi Khabie Gham is a 2001 Bollywood drama, so it’s a little old, but I did enjoy it so I figured it was worth talking about now. K3G is about family, simply put. Rahul is adopted as a toddler by the wealthy Raichand family, and they take him in as their own, with immense love. Later they have a second son, Rohan, and the family is in bliss. As Rahul comes of age to take over his father’s company, he makes a mistake: he falls in love. What is unacceptable to his father is the girl who he falls in love with, one of the working class. In choosing the girl over duty to his family, Rahul leaves the Raichand household, only to be found ten years later by his younger brother, who does his best to reunite his family. Rohan knows the stubbornness keeping his family apart can be mended by the love they all share for each other.

This movie is a little long, but I didn’t feel like I wasted my time in watching it (which is basically how I rate movies nowadays. If I don’t regret the time spent, then it’s okay!) K3G is beautiful. Brokenness is a real thing, and this movie captures it greatly. It also has a few great musical numbers, colorful and fun, just as Bollywood is known for. With big names like Shah Rukh Khan, Amitabh Bachan, Kareena Kapoor, this movie does not disappoint.

Plus it’s on Netflix, so y’all really have no excuse not to check it out. I don’t need any “I don’t have Netflix” excuses. Someone you knows does.

(By the way, I totally rate this movie 3/5 tears. XD)

 

 

The Drum

The Drum

It is when I stop caring
That I once again hear the drum
Patta-tat-tatta-rat-pat-pat
Unsteady
                   Softly
                                 Feeling
I can see in colour

                                 Breathing

And I hear it fade to gray.
I’m here now
I’m waiting
But you’re still looking
For that white picket fence.

That Road Not Taken

That Road Not Taken

Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood
One claims the fun
One claims the play
The other provides insight
The other incites delay
One is righteous
One is evil
Which is the one less trodden on?
I’m over this metaphor.
I choose what I want.
I’m taking this path.
No-one can tell me it’s wrong.
This is the path I choose.
Two roads diverged?
One mind diverged
When I find peace with myself
The decision is easy
No more conflict rests within me
The Road Not Taken
Strays far from me
I will not worry
And I do not regret.
That Road Not Taken?
Out of sight
Out of mind.

Six Word Stories: Superfluous

This was my entry for last week’s Six Word Story Contest by Sometimes Stellar Storyteller.

The prompt was superfluous which means unnecessary, especially through being more than enough (I had to look it up so just in case!)

 

And my submission was: Profuse apologies— spoken at his funeral.

Never When Sober

Never When Sober

Never when I’m sober
Would I dance with a random guy
I wouldn’t let him touch my body
Nor would I touch him back
Would I be okay with
Pressing My Lips to a Stranger’s

Only with Feelings and True Emotion
Can I act.

Swaying side to side,
Grinding to the music,
Pushing my body against his
Never when I’m sober.
Not with an unknown man.

But it happened anyway.
And I don’t even know his name

Waiting for Spring

Waiting for Spring

Spring is a Casanova.
He seduces me with his visits.
I embrace his warmth, but
Tantalizing, with a smile he wisps away.
His dazzling grin is what keeps Frost at bay, so
It is with dismay I look outside to see
My grass is sprinkled with flurries.
I wait for the day where he will stay.
So my garden may bloom again.