Too often, female characters are expected to fix these men, absorb their emotional damage, and call it romance. That’s not passion—that’s unpaid emotional labor. And like, why is it up to the female to fix him? Can't he fix himself?

Before I ever pressed play on Frankenstein, I already trusted Guillermo del Toro completely. I loved The Shape of Water — not just loved it, but felt it. Its tragic, tender love story was strange and beautiful in that way only del Toro can manage, where monsters are gentle, and humans are often anything but. And then there’s Crimson Peak…

I've been reading fanfiction since I was about fourteen. Back then, it felt almost shameful — something my friends and I did but never really talked about. Now? Yeah, I have university professors who send me fanfics to read. Honestly, that's just awesome. In my blog, Fanfiction as a Genre, I explored why people read and write fanfiction. Today, though, we're diving into some of my all-time favorite fics.

If there's one thing I love (well, a lot of things, tbh), it is true crime. I am a sucker for a true crime documentary. All of this love started with Criminal Minds. it is my comfort show — yeah, digest that a bit, a show about serial killers brings me comfort. I have watched this show so many times that I can tell what episode it is by the first frame.

I really hope the tagline on the trailer for the new Wuthering Heights movie — starring Margot Robbie as Catherine Earshaw and Jacob Elordi as Heathcliff — is a joke. Seriously. I hope it’s some weird PR stunt, because if it’s not, then I’m convinced the writers, directors, producers, marketing team, or somebody did not read this book. Let’s be honest: all of this is Stephanie Meyer’s fault.

Every so often, a moment hits the internet that makes you stop and ask, “What is wrong with people?” Recently, with the recent Wicked: For Good premiere incident in Singapore, I found myself thinking about how often celebrities are expected to swallow fear, discomfort, or just plain annoyance — all because “that’s what they signed up for.” Spoiler: it isn’t.

Every so often, a moment hits the internet that makes you stop and ask, “What is wrong with people?” Recently, with the recent Wicked: For Good premiere incident in Singapore, I found myself thinking about how often celebrities are expected to swallow fear, discomfort, or just plain annoyance — all because “that’s what they signed up for.” Spoiler: it isn’t.

"You're all I can think of, every drop I drink up. You're my soda pop, my little soda pop!" Sorry, y'all. That song is stuck in my head. Of course, it's my own fault. Why? Because I've been listening to the K-Pop Demon Hunters soundtrack for a month, I swear. My niece, GG, who is four, is OBSESSED with the movie.

The old Keely can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, she’s dead. Y’all… I think I might officially be a showgirl instead of a tortured poet. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you already know — I’m a Swiftie through and through. So when Taylor announced her 12th studio album, The Life of a Showgirl…

Okay, it is time for me to come clean. . .I am more of a DC fan. I know, I know. Don't come at me. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Marvel. They can do some hella good movies. Whereas DC has struggled for years with live action. We've had a few hits and a lot of misses. *coughs* …

I don’t know if y’all are aware of this, but my favorite MCU character is Bucky Barnes. You probably know that if you’ve been following this blog for the past however many years I’ve had it. My favorite MCU movie to this day is Captain America: The Winter Soldier. It’s just… chef’s kiss. The fight scenes? Perfect. I still remember going to see it in theaters with my boyfriend at the time.

My hands on your throat I scream Do you hear me? Do you see me? empty cupboards, peeling shoes You put on your makeup I grip your throat tighter but it's like I'm invisible You can't feel me You keep walking further and further away Leaving us in the doorway, screaming for you darkness, drought Can you hear us now? …

If you know me, then you know that I love Harry Potter. My first tattoo is of the Deathly Hallows (with the wrong word for the quote, but whatever). Harry Potter holds a special place in my heart. it always has, and it always will. The past few years I have struggled with my love for Harry Potter because the creator, J.K.

The Handmaid's Tale serves as a warning about encroaching authoritarianism, exemplified by recent legislation that threatens voting rights, reproductive health, and marginalized communities. Wake up and engage.

I remember when Lady Gaga first burst onto the pop scene. A lot of my friends doubted she would last—they thought she was too weird, too bold, too in-your-face. But I knew she was something special. I saw her as our generation's Madonna—an artist who wasn't afraid to push boundaries. And sure enough, she didn't just make it—she became a global icon.

So, years ago, The CW announced that they were going to do a live-action version of The PowerPuff Girls. I remember hearing it and going Huh. Part of me was intrigued; the other part was like, "stop messing with my childhood." You know what I mean? Like leave our childhood movies and shows alone. Get some new original ideas for real.

In pop culture, it seems like no female celebrity can escape public scrutiny over her appearance. Recently, Millie Bobby Brown spoke out against journalists. They have commented on her body—a disturbing trend that has followed young women in the spotlight for decades. Millie was just ten years old when she starred in Stranger Things. She has quite literally grown up in front of the world.

Women’s health is a disaster. Honestly, that word doesn’t even feel strong enough. For nearly a decade—give or take—I’ve been dealing with medical issues. I've been searching for a doctor who actually listens. Let that sink in. Years of suffering, of unanswered questions, of being dismissed. It took this long just to be heard. That is absolutely absurd. Women’s health is failing us because we aren’t taken seriously—our pain is minimized, our concerns brushed aside.

Grief is a strange beast. It creeps in, quiet and unexpected, or it crashes down like a tidal wave. Death, as we all know, is an inevitability. You are born. You grow. Then, eventually, you die. That is the cycle—unchanging, inescapable. But grief? Grief is unpredictable, shapeless. No two people grieve the same, and no loss ever feels the same.

Smile Smile Keep smiling until you break a tooth Smile That's what they expect to see you smile All gummy and wide like you're posing for the camera Picture perfect Smile Smile Act like everything is okay Be that happy girl everyone believes you to be Put on an act Be cheerful Make everyone laugh Smile like you mean it…

I don’t know about you, but I absolutely love Disney. You probably already know if you’ve been following this blog for a while. I’ve written countless posts about Disney movies—how could I not? Disney played a huge role in my childhood, as I’m sure it did for many of you. My favorite Disney movie, without a doubt, is Mulan. In fact, as I type this, I’m wearing a bracelet that says “Fa Mulan.” It’s not just a movie to me; it’s an emotional anchor.