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An All-Inclusive Guide to Making Your First Year in Practice Not Suck As Much As Wayfaring’s

Hi there, just curious if you’d share what things you were looking for in your first job vs what things you value now, now that you’ve been working out there on your own. Anything that must be in the contract that wasn’t there before (or vice versa)? Tips for future graduating residents?

Yaaaaasssss so many advices. So many things. This ask has been in my inbox for months because I have too many things to say about it and I can’t seem to organize it properly. 

Let’s break it down into 3 sections: 1) What I thought I wanted 2) What I needed and didn’t know to ask/look for 3) What I want now. Here goes.

What I thought I wanted:

  • big dolla$$$
  • super sweet signing bonus
  • moving allowance
  • loan repayment assistance
  • regular 40 hour work schedule
  • nice patients
  • independence / autonomy in decisionmaking
  • ability to practice the way I was trained - with up to date guidelines and procedures and equipment

What I wanted and didn’t know to ask for:

  • Supportive colleagues - In your first year of practice out of residency you lose every ounce of confidence that you gained as a senior resident. You question minor decisions and are constantly afraid of killing people or being sued. It is extra hard to practice in a new town when your partners in practice are not supportive. Sometimes you need someone to lay a fresh set of eyes on a wonky EKG or a weird rash, you know? I didn’t have that option. It made me study harder and somewhat be more cautious and definitely more creative in my practice. But having a colleague to commiserate with at the end of the day or to consult on difficult cases would have been really nice. You don’t have to be BFFs with your colleagues, but they have to be people you can agree/get along with and trust to take care of your patients in your absence.
  • Friends - This sounds obvious, but I moved to a new town that literally has no people anywhere close to my age. Even having one person I knew and could confide in would have been wonderful. One person to go to a movie with or watch a football game with would have been a sanity saver for me. Find a place where you can find other people like you. 
  • A reasonable amount of time off - I got less time off in my first job than I did as a resident. That was unacceptable to me. This would be fine if my practice didn’t act like they were going to go bankrupt if I took an unpaid day or even a half day to go to the doctor, but they did. You need a place where you can take one week off every 3-4 months if possible, even if all that time isn’t paid. Medicine is such a stressful job. Make sure they’re giving you rest time.
  • A non-toxic work environment - I knew going into my job that I was replacing a workaholic and that I was joining a workaholic. What I didn’t realize was that I was also expected to be a workaholic and anything less than killing myself was seen as laziness. Pay attention to the culture at your new job. Ask the docs what they do for fun or to relax and more importantly when the last time was they did that thing. If they don’t have any answers, they’re too busy. 
  • Diversity. This may just be me, but I went into family medicine because I get bored easily. I need variety of patient types and disease types and socioeconomic groups and everything else. I realized quickly in my practice that most of my patients were privately insured elderly white people. As in, the most boring demographic for Wayfaring
  • A Balanced schedule. I figured that when I joined a practice that had been established for 30 years that the workflow kinks would have been worked out and it would run like a well oiled machine. In reality I would have 8 physicals a day and 5 of my most complicated patients in hospital follow ups back to back, all scheduled for just 15 minutes. There has to be balance in the schedule. You have to be able to take a little extra time here and make it up elsewhere. 

What I want now: 

  • fair dolla$$$. In actuality, what’s fair is actually considerably more than what I was making in my first job. I was grossly underpaid, particularly considering this being a rural area where nobody wants to work (typically those jobs are paid much higher). It’s not about the bottom dollar value for me. It’s about compensating me in a way that is comparable to my peers. 
  • Colleagues who can be both friends and mentors. See above. 
  • Good benefits. Two years of no dental or vision sucks when your most expensive problems are dental and vision related. Life insurance and retirement plans aren’t something most 30 year olds think of, but they’re really important, and I didn’t have those to start with. 
  • A flexible schedule. The whole world doesn’t need to fall apart if I need to switch my regular day off or if I need a half day to go to the doctor. 
  • Administrative time. Preferably a full week day, but a half day is great too. I’m happy working 4 10 or 12 hour days a week to have one week day off to catch up on work I’m behind on or get my hair cut and get my taxes done and see my psychiatrist, you know?
  • Knowledgeable and helpful staff. I need staff who don’t perpetuate old wives’ tales and notions like “you need a zpack for that cold”. I need to work with people who will ask if they don’t understand something rather than just make something up and who can help me educate my patients. I need folks who are prompt and who can anticipate some needs. 
  • To not be responsible for other peoples’ paychecks. In private practice, if I take time off or scale back, the practice loses money and thus our staff lose hours or money too. The staff in my first job were horribly underpaid and I don’t like the idea of the entire burden of the practice’s finances hanging on my shoulders. Sign me up for that hospital-owned practice, please.
  • To not have to turn patients away based on payer source. This is a national problem and is definitely not limited to my first job. But my first job wouldn’t let me take Medicaid patients at all. It made it completely impossible for me to build any sort of pediatric or OB practice in our town. I don’t like the idea of turning away a patient because their type of insurance doesn’t pay as well. I want to just treat patients and not have to worry about their payments. Hello, single payer healthcare system. Get on it! Obviously I will still have to worry about whether my patient can afford their meds or whether their insurance will cover their meds, but I won’t have to pick and choose what patients I accept based on their payer source. 
  • To deliver quality, up to date care. To work with people who will back up my evidence-based decisions and not practice based on feelings and patient satisfaction. To work with people who will encourage me to learn more and do new things. 

There you have it folks. A lil summary of what I want, what you might want, and what I’ve learned in these first (almost) 2 years of practice. Here’s to better future jobs for us all!


A letter from the Moors Murderer, Ian Brady , in which he advises a young pen pal away from a life of crime and to focus on his studies instead. Here, Brady almost seems to show genuine concern and kindness for the boy. The letter reads:

Dear Thomas,
Thank you for your letter. Now I want you to read this letter very carefully to ensure you fully understand the important points I intend to make. I’ve told you repeatedly in previous letters that crime is a mug’s game, and that you can earn more by training for a skilled job, as you are presently doing, getting good results from your courses and exams, which I tried to assist you with. I spent most of my life in prison advising other prisoners to get out and keep out. There’s nothing romantic about crime, it’s hard unrewarding work even for the criminals who are clever. An amateur would be caught or sold out immediately. Seeing cases in headlines only gives the impression of excitement, while the people behind the headlines rot for decades in tiny cells. If you find ordinary life and freedom boring at times, you can’t imagine how much worse it is in prison. If you could imagine it, you’d soon lose any interest in crime and criminals. Try to imagine sitting in a cell for forty years, while your friends outside are enjoying themselves. I get the impression that you may have written to other prisoners. If they have ever suggested that crime is an intelligent occupation, they are lying simply to comfort themselves. You’ve as much chance of becoming a successful criminal as winning the lottery. The majority of successful criminals have also spent most of their lives behind bars, flash when they win, but never mentioning when they lose. I’m talking from 36 years of experience of criminals remember.

And for me, well my example says it all. I’m already a dead man walking. What’s to be admired about having death as a sole ambition? What’s even interesting about that? You’re young, free, and have everything to look forward to. Forget crime and criminals entirely. Even the Krays spent most of their lives in prisons. So did the Train Robbers, I met them in prison and they were broken men. They would’ve chosen different lives had they been able to see the future. I am weak now and also have flu, so I’m losing all interest in the outside world and have nothing left to teach you or anyone else, except the futility of crime. So I’m beginning to say goodbye to all the people I write to, including you. I enjoyed our letters and the many intelligent questions you have asked - much more than many other people I write to. Simply guide your interested intelligence in a more positive direction. My life is over, long ago. It’s important that you do not believe my stopping writing to you is something personal. It isn’t. I’m simply tired with the outside world in general. It has no relevance to me as I will never see it again. The crucial thing is that you forget all about crime and criminals and get on with your life in a positive manner. Once you commit a crime and are caught, you forfeit all the many benefits of society.
It is also important to realise that your innocent letters to me would get you into a great deal of trouble if certain people outside found out about it. That alone could ruin your life. Understand? Destroy all my letters and simply remember the good advice I’ve given.
There’s no need to answer this letter. I wish you all the best. Thanks for writing.

Best wishes, Ian Brady

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on the theory that Dipper is treated unfairly throughout GF? For example, Dipper sacrifices a lot for Mabel, while she only seems to sacrifice her sock-puppet show for him. There are also many suggestions in the show that some episodes overlap, like that from July 11-15, Sock Opera, Blendin's Game and Into the Bunker overlap. Which means D was under a LOT of pressure that week and he sacrificed a LOT for his sister. But she doesn't thank him for that. What are your thoughts?

See, maybe it’s the big sister in me, because I’ve never understood this particular complaint. The fact is, Dipper loves Mabel so much that her happiness is his own; his actions of sacrifice on her behalf are freely chosen. That’s why Bill’s behavior in “Sock Opera” is so insidious; he builds on Dipper’s momentary frustration with Mabel (why won’t she help me?!?!) by bringing up the various ways he’s helped her in the past, implying that she hasn’t done much to return the favor. He seeks to engender resentment where there was none, where Dipper was previously unwilling to give him so much as a stitch of Mabel’s puppet show; hey, she worked hard on those.

The key assertion I have to address here is that “Dipper sacrifices a lot for Mabel, while she only seems to sacrifice her sock-puppet show for him.” I imagine that viewers come to the conclusion that Dipper has the losing end because, when they compare Dipper’s problems to Mabel’s, they see Dipper’s as more serious. Dipper has a crush he can’t shake (relatable), Mabel is gaga over a pig she just saw at the fair (less relatable); Dipper is pursuing the latest lead in his search for the Author (important), Mabel is rigging up an elaborate puppet show to impress the Boy of the Week (unimportant). Yet the show is always keenly aware that Mabel’s problems, as trivial as they may seem to us, are as important to her as Dipper’s are to him. Bill highlights this when he says, “Who would sacrifice everything they’d worked for just for their dumb sibling?”, causing Mabel to respond, “Dipper would.” Dipper’s “everything” is his investigation of Gravity Falls and Mabel’s “everything” is her puppet show, but each of their projects is everything. Coming from Mabel, the sacrifice of the sock puppet show–and, by extension, of a shot at the “epic summer romance” she’s been seeking as ardently as Dipper has been seeking the answers to his questions–is a very real loss, one she’s willing to accept because Dipper would do and has done as much for her.

Nor is Mabel’s puppet show the only casualty of her greater love for her brother; the loss of her dream world is no mean thing. Mabeland might not be to everyone’s taste (I would personally have thinned out the crowd and lowered the 80s club music a notch), but it’s Mabel’s ideal universe; it’s a world where everything is as she wants it, where she’s never bored or lonely, where every boy loves her, where the high court judge is a kitten. With the threat of change weighing on her and the most important relationship of her life under siege, the prison bubble presents Mabel with an irresistible retreat. Bill, who has banked on human greed in the past to great success, believes that the trap is inescapable, that no one handed all their heart’s desires on a plate will be capable of leaving (just as Mabel is taken in by her desperation to stop time, Dipper wavers when presented with the possibility of growing up on the spot). But without Dipper, all of it is hollow; she prefers in the end to leave her safe place and to follow him into an uncertain world.

For much of the show, Dipper is the more responsible one within the context of their relationship. Regardless of actual birth order, Mabel is the baby; sometimes the baby gets in a habit of relying on charm to carry her through, taking it for granted that her older siblings will always step up to the plate on her behalf, because she’s just that cute (looking at you, youngest sibling in my own family). But if Mabel’s occasional thoughtlessness with regard to Dipper is a character flaw, it’s worth measuring against the depth of her concern for the world at large, a quality that Dipper himself, who tends to value his select group, could stand to learn from. Dipper’s only real issue with the destruction of Northwest Manor and all of its visitors is that Mabel happens to be among them; Mabel is the first to see the potential for redemption in Pacifica, even though Dipper is the one who becomes close to her.

But Mabel loves Dipper more than anyone, and she is grateful to him for everything he does for her and shows it. She apologizes to him at the end of “Sock Opera” for letting a transient enthusiasm skew her priorities: “I spent all week obsessing over a dumb guy. But the dumb guy I should have cared about was you.” After escaping the prison bubble, she makes it clear to him that he can stay with Ford if he wants to–her noblest moment in the series, because Dipper is her entire world, infinitely more to her than crushes and pet pigs and magical trees that grow stuffed animals. He stays with her, not out of guilty obligation, but because he wants to be with her–because she’s his best friend, because growing up without her would be unthinkable. He’s a fair-minded guy, not one to take the fall without good reason–when he operates against her in “The Time-Traveler’s Pig,” he does so on the assumption that her pig is an enthusiasm of the moment and that his love for Wendy is permanent. When he realizes that losing Waddles will truly hurt her, he doesn’t hesitate. “I could never break your heart, Mabel.”

But look at how she thanks him. She knows this wasn’t easy for him and she’s ready to show him how much it means to her. She tackles him in sheer strength of feeling. She lifts him right off his feet.

Treated unfairly? Dipper gets back everything he gives away with interest. Dipper’s happiness is his sister’s happiness and he always gets it because he is her happiness. Dipper is a lucky kid.

So if my historical sources are telling me the truth…

…and I’m synthesizing the history properly…

…then, in fact, the entire edifice of Western civilization – all the cultural, social, and philosophical structures that define the world in which we live today – can be traced back to a stupid loophole in Roman inheritance law.

NOTE: Everything here is taken either from Francis Fukuyama’s The Origins of Political Order or from a Livejournal post by the Infamous Brad that I am currently unable to find.  I get credit for absolutely nothing, except noticing the connection between Section II and Section III. 

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anonymous asked:

What kinds of scenes could I include in my story that would involve developing character relationships? I have this problem of having characters seemingly pop into the plot when the scene calls for it, but then they disappear for long periods of time, and these characters SHOULD be seen more often than they are. What can I do to involve my characters more?

Involving Minor Characters More

I will apologize in advance because this post is a bit metaphor heavy, but I think the metaphors really help in explaining the involvement of “minor” characters. So the question here is: How do I develop character relationships when one character only appears sporadically?

DON’T use the characters merely as “coffee breaks” from the main plot. 

If these characters are popping up routinely following major action sequences or plot movements, you might be guilty of doing this. Scenes like this are often seen as “filler” because they act as a reprieve from the intensity of the plot. These scenes are often stretches of dialogue that have no bearing on the main conflict of the story, and may even include bantering and humor. Scenes like this are often forgiven in stories because they serve to develop relationships between characters or even explore subplots or character backstories, but if your character is only popping up in these instances, then their presence starts to become awkward. 

Imagine you worked in an office, and all morning everyone is milling about, working hard, making deadlines. One worker finishes up a task and decides to take a coffee break and hits up the staff lounge. And regardless of when they take this break, every time they go in there, there’s some joker just sitting in a comfy chair, chilling out and waiting for the actual workers to come by and see them. 

This person engages the workers in mindless chatter to give them a break from the mental and sometimes physical strain of their jobs, and then when everyone goes back to work, they’re still just sitting there, waiting. Until someone else finishes up a rough assignment and comes by for a break. This whole setup is a bit odd.

These characters can still be part of the “coffee breaks” of your story, especially if the conversations they have help to define their relationships with others and explore their pasts. But for them to be important characters to your story, they should accompany the main characters back to the office, or at the very least head up to their own floor to do some productive work of their own. Otherwise they shouldn’t even be in the workplace (the story) to begin with.  

DO increase their involvement in the plot

What is the main conflict of your story? If you’re not sure how to answer this question, then work on figuring that out before you worry about how you’ll develop their relationships. They need to have reasons to interact, and if you feel as though you don’t have very many of those reasons as of now, then it’s possible that this disappearing character doesn’t have much stake in your story’s conflict. 

Think about all possible outcomes of your conflict - both the potential happy endings or sad endings, and then ask yourself how these outcomes affect this disappearing character. What is at stake for them? If they have no personal interest in what is going on with the main character, then you’ll want to give them a reason to care. Give them something to lose (or something to win, assuming a positive outcome). 

Think of it this way. If your story’s conflict were a sporting event, your main cast of characters should all be players on at least one of the teams. Your secondary, or minor, characters can be spectators, but they should have something at stake in the game, such as a bet on the outcome, or even just a strong allegiance to one of the teams. If they have a stake, they’re not going to just Google the score later. They’ll want to be there to see what happens, to yell their outrage or cheer their joy. To show their support, or possibly heckle the opposing side in hopes that they’ll screw up. 

Give them a motivation that’s related to all the stuff you’ve got going on in your scenes. If these disappearing characters are absent from many of the scenes, you have to ask why? If they’re not involved, then make them involved. Give them a role, or remove them from the story entirely. 

DO imagine their lives apart from the protagonist.

If you’re struggling to find a role for the character in the conflict, then try thinking about what they’re doing in all that time off screen. Brainstorm their own personal journeys. What are they working towards? What are their obstacles? Thinking about these questions in the context of the world or story universe you’ve created may trigger something that ultimately ties back to the main conflict. 

Thinking about this also creates some depth for your character. Going back to my very first example (our joker in the staff lounge), it’s possible that this joker is actually working while everyone is coming in and out. Maybe they’re tidying up, preparing snacks for everyone, working on projects in a notepad, making phone calls, or fixing a broken microwave or refrigerator. Maybe there’s more to this character, but we never know because they drop everything the moment a worker (or main character) stops by. 

And let’s keep going: imagine that this habit causes their work to suffer, because they’re sacrificing their own needs for the needs of the staff that come by seeking their company. How does that affect them, and can you think of ways to bring it to the forefront? Could the workers notice? Could the disappearing character disappear at a moment the MC relies on them to be there the most? What happens as a result? 

If you consider the character important enough that developing their relationship with an MC is of concern to you, then they should be important enough to work into the main plot in some form or another. 

I hope my lengthy metaphors were helpful! Good luck and happy writing :)


I am currently very tired so this probably might not even make sense in the morning but… 

I’m imagining a D&D minigame (probably lasts 1-2 hours tops unless you’re having fun with it) meant to break the ice for new groups, in which the DM controls an adventuring party and the players control NPCs as they naturally pop up. Specifically, it could help new players get comfortable with roleplaying without the pressure of sticking to a character they just made. If you do this before the character creation stage, then even better because they may stumble into a character they like acting out.

Rules that I’m just rambling out please forgive me if they are nonsensical: 

  • It’s all improv. Don’t break a scene to look up game mechanics like prices, or which checks to make, or what would give advantage/disadvantage. This is about the acting so if it’ll throw off the groove, make it up on the spot. It’s all about quick thinking.
  • No modifiers. You’re all making things up on the spot so if you have to roll something, don’t waste time justifying who would have what stats. You could even go without dice altogether. The d20 is just an optional element of chance here.
  • Mandatory introductions. I don’t care how goofy it is. state your name, race, class/occupation, a random character trait, and how their day’s been going up until this point. As many as you can off the top of your head. Go nuts because things get silly before they get really creative, in my experience. Note: Character voices are encouraged. For funsies.
  • Everyone participates in a scene. No pressure on how much they interact, but in each new setting, every player has to put one NPC in that tavern, shopping square, riot crowd, etc.
  • Plot not needed. The adventuring party strategically wanders in a way that builds a town/city/etc as the players make it up. The DM isn’t in charge of telling a story here, just keeping the energy of the improv scene going. This includes-
  • Leading Questions. This one’s the challenge for you, DM who likely already has a control complex and likes to plan out every detail of everything in their world because it gives them a sense of security. If anything, you are the one who most needs to be good at rolling with whatever your players hand you. For the sole purposes of making you uncomfortable, the newcomer adventuring party knows absolutely nothing about this town. Thankfully, the citizens know everything about it. Which is good because you need directions to find your way out of your rented hovel room let alone to the temple–oh that’s right. Who’s the patron there? You sure don’t know! Better ask someone! Get that DMs?? YOU KNOW NOTHING. 
    • Important: If the scene starts slowing down, it’s up to you to either encourage and interact with these townsfolk some more, or get moving somewhere else.

Example scene: order of NPC choice is determined by an initiative roll. 

DM: “Alright, so four adventurers walk into the tavern you’re in–”
Player 1: “Oh! I call the bartender.”
Player 3: “Aw… I had a bit I was gonna do.”
Player 1: “Okay, okay fine, I’m the owner of the tavern, Marcus McMuffin the half orc–stop laughing–and uh… I have a tattoo of a dwarf lover that literally no one else knows about? And my day’s been…hm. It’s been awful because I got stood up for a meeting. DM, I basically live in here, so I’d know they’re new, right? I wanna know if these guys look like trouble makers.”
DM: “The Barbarian’s flexing at anyone who looks in his general direction but other than him fancying a typical bar brawl, they seem decent–if lost.”
Player 2: “I’m the elven bard in the corner and I start trying to seduce the Barbarian with my beautiful voice!!”
DM: “Listen… you can’t just use your character from the last game. Cherry the Elven Bard would’ve totally seduced the barbarian but who are you now?… Nah it’s fine, dude. Take your time. We’ll come back to you.”
Player 3: “I’m the crazy old village drunkard who’s a human named Steve–”
Player 1: “I thought you said you wanted the bartender!”
Player 3: “–Who samples a lot of the wares and is thus the village drunkard! I said I was doing a bit, jeez! DM, I start rambling loudly at the strangers about something that sounds like one of those super infuriating sidequests–you know the kind–where you have to go through a lot of bullshit busywork and the longest fetch quest of your life but there’s a promise of GREAT loot at the end so you consider it anyway. You know what I mean? What do I do for that, roll deception? Persuasion?”
DM: “Nope. No rolls. Personally, I am so on board with this but I need you to make this speech right here and I need you to sell it.” 
Player 3: “Oh boy.”

If for some reason you want to try this please give me a rundown of how it went because I feel like it’s the perfect recipe for hilarious trainwrecks that come with all good icebreakers. (I feel like it’d be a fun drinking game somehow? But I don’t play enough to know how to work alcohol in in a reasonable manner. I’ll leave that one up to house rules.)

Taverns & Tanneries, never coming to a game store near you lmao

Edit: I just realized that when the group starts playing a real campaign, you can embarrass them by working their goofily-named NPCs in, keeping an entirely straight face while doing so. Watch as they squirm and laugh-cry over having to discuss the fate of the world with Marcus McMuf’an. If only they’d known. 

If only they’d known what was to become of Marcus McMuffin.

weedstoner-archive  asked:

that post u made reminded me that i have a communism question for u. so whenever i talk about it with my friends they always ask me what a communist society would look like, how there would be jobs without money, etc and up to a point i can explain it but i quickly lose confidence once they ask about details like. in terms of who would do the "dirty work" aka the jobs ppl don't want, how would u "buy" things without money, that kind of thing. i know theres prob not a simple answer but ya

a moneyless system is easy to explain. you dont work for money in the current society, you work for the goods and services that money purchases, but it is not the thing that provides your electricity. power isn’t generated by how much cash they can funnel into the furnace. get rid of money and the exchange-value system for the much simpler use-value system that is already in place. if someone argues that people will consume inefficiently, then theyre suggesting that capitalism is somehow more efficient by throwing away billions of pounds of food per year and refusing to shelter homeless people just because they can’t afford it. we have the technology to produce a surplus of basically everything and market mechanisms as we understand them would generally be made unnecessary in any realistic model of human consumption (many capitalists like to come up with absurd quantities of such-and-such commodity [10,000 gallons of water per day, for example] being consumed by one obnoxious person that ruins communism for everybody else, as if thats actually a problem worth a serious investigation)

communist society can’t be drawn up and pointed at like “this is it” because its the future. we can provide a rough framework for how it could function based on how our current society is able to operate (like above when i said that we currently produce a surplus, so we know for a fact that people could be provided for in the future) but we won’t know what problems may arise in the future until we get there. this is absolutely something that can seem disheartening, but for people that are so goal-oriented that they will settle for the current conditions just because they dont want to go through the work of building a better society, they are generally privileged to the point where they dont understand the necessity of radical change. they aren’t the ones suffering every day, so its easy for them to dismiss something that seems like a lot of work, even if its the only chance of survival for a large portion of the population.

the dirty work thing is an easy enough argument to dismiss when you’re well-equipped with the knowledge to do so. it often takes the form of the doctor-janitor story, where a doctor shouldn’t be paid the same as someone that simply takes out the trash, but this is a misunderstanding (and actually quite a funny one. they couldn’t have picked two better professions to compare tbh because its so easy to refute). doctors are certainly important to a (literally) healthy society. they are the people we go to so that we dont get sick and die. janitors are considered the lowest of the low because they dont actually do anything besides mopping or whatever (???), but imagine a world without janitors (or perhaps a world without their function is a better way to put it). without them, we would all get sick and die, same as a world without doctors. all of the dirty countertops in the world would make us all rush to the doctors office as we caught each others illnesses (a funnier thing to think about is how the market would react by suddenly producing a large amount of doctors to meet the demand of sick people, essentially reducing them to just another profession, removing the elitism that surrounds them. this is actually similar to doctors in the early days of capitalism. they were no better than the local trader, butcher, etc because all of them were important to the well-being of the population).

its important to understand this because this is actually similar to the old marxist feminist argument that women’s unpaid labor (in the home) is just as important as mens paid labor (in the factories). this is perhaps a little dated in some ways since capitalism has directly included women in the process of production, but before that, [the western concept of] gender was a clear-cut system of labor, where men produced and women reproduced, both in the sense of reproducing children [again, in terms of western concepts of gender, not actually getting into trans politics here] and also in the sense of reproducing labor. by taking care of the husband and her family, the sole duty of the housewife, she was responsible for the commodity producer (and the future generation of commodity producers and labor reproducers), and by extension, production as a whole. if it weren’t for this process of reproduction of labor on the microscopic level, the production of commodities wouldve been impossible, and this remains true for the doctor and the janitor, two very different jobs that fulfill the same basic purpose: to keep society going. to argue that one is more deserving of pay because one requires more “skill” than another or that one requires more education than another isn’t actually a criticism of socialism, but a realization of the cruelty of capitalism, where only those with enough wealth can afford to educate themselves and sustain their wealth (not to mention that this completely ignores the absurd fact that healthcare is a profitable industry, which it shouldn’t be).

one of the easiest ways around this argument though, especially if you want to get more into what communism would probably look like, is to just say that most of these things would be automated or taken care of on a community level. healthcare could be almost entirely abolished if we were to get to a point where we didnt have competition and the profit motive preventing us from finding cures for diseases just because companies make more money from selling monthly prescriptions than they ever would by actually stopping illnesses in their tracks, and for many other cases, machinery could be introduced in the emergency room (as is already done today) to make the doctors job easier. i think its safe to assume that janitorial work would also benefit from the introduction of machinery into the cleaning process and this work would become less stressful and more accessible to the general public.

(also, on the job question, id be a bad commie if i didnt quote the bit in the german ideology where marx says “… in communist society, where nobody has one exclusive sphere of activity but each can become accomplished in any branch he wishes, society regulates the general production and thus makes it possible for me to do one thing today and another tomorrow, to hunt in the morning, fish in the afternoon, rear cattle in the evening, criticise after dinner, just as I have a mind, without ever becoming hunter, fisherman, herdsman or critic.”)

so there you go. hope that helps.

Thoughts on OUAT S7 regarding Killian and Captain Swan.

I’ve been meaning to write something up about this for a while, as the hate has become overwhelming and certain individuals are being rude towards those who are remaining positive on season 7. Frankly, I’ve lost any will to not get involved. Here are my thoughts for those who care.

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This is why I’m at peace with Episode 12 

Part 1 of 2 - Katsuki Yuuri’s journey

I have a friend who was somewhat disappointed with the ending of Season 1 of YOI, so I’ve written a full analysis on Yuuri and Victor’s motivations and goals.

It’s lengthy, but I hope it does help some of you feel more satisfied with what happened in Episode 12. Yuuri and Victor will have separate posts.

Click here to read Part 1 - Yuuri’s analysis.
Click here to read Part 2 - Victor’s analysis.

(And I am really sorry about the length of this, guys. There is a KEEP READING cut beneath this paragraph, but I know sometimes phone apps ignore them. I apologize in advance that tumblr doesn’t always recognize its own coding.)

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The temptation to hang

This entire chapter is actually filled with temptations.The chapter title is “One Will Hang”, which is an obvious reference for the hanged man. We see one of the hanged mans acting as a major tempter in this chapter alone. 

Since the chapter is deliberately named the hanged man, and also this point in the manga parallels right around where the hanged man arc began in og tg, it’s possible to read this chapter with the lens of the hanged man tarot card as well as the moon. 

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WARNING: If anybody’s got a clown suitcase, I would very much like to see it. And here’s part 1, if you wish to know more. Thank you, take care out there, and enjoy.

Steven Universe is a charming, popular show with a quad-polar fandom, and I’m only here to point out what I say is legitimately wrong with the cartoon. Simple enough? Fair enough. Previously, I talked about how their action is so basic, it’s inexcusable. Now for Point number 2, which is also my favorite:


I fucking love villains. Not just for the who, but why and how they do it. When bad guys like the Joker, Lord Dominator, DIO, or Him do their thing onscreen, I enjoy every moment of their threatening essence (except Jared Leto’s Joker, he sucked). Villains remorselessly do unethical, downright vicious, things to fulfill their goals while initiating setting up the heroes to correct these effects with their efforts and abilities. Steven Universe has villains, sure. Yet, after having so many chances, Rebecca Sugardaddy has failed to make them REAL villains, specifically the Great Diamond Authority.

Now originally, I was gonna compare the Diamonds to the likes of Fire Lord Ozai (Avatar: The Last Airbender) or DIO (JJBA); villains that work in the shadows and when they’re eventually revealed, they’re already a force to be reckoned with. But looking into how they and Homeworld is set up, there was no other villainous ensemble that could stack up with the Diamonds perfectly like the Gorosei from the anime One Piece.

Looking more badass than the US Government

Now these five gentlemen aren’t necessarily what make up the end all be all for the series, but above all, the Gorosei are the ruling leaders of the organization that controls the entire world of One Piece. They command the military, the police, and other agencies, like their investigative and espionage departments, and the only people that out rule these gentlemen are the descendants of those who created it several centuries ago. Like the Diamonds, they seek to maintain order and justice for the people of their world and doing so means taking on any sign of revolution (namely Pirates) that could damage not only their image, but their purpose. Both Authorities possess absolute rule over the many classes that are under them and their stance of power can be present with the many actions that effect the characters we focus on currently. The difference between the two ruling classes is nuance, aka a grey sense of morality, aka an actual sense of relatability. So when I see a series having an overall narrative villain, Steven Universe has shown me that sympathy should NOT be a factor in storytelling.

And their crocodile tears are not welcome either…

Now when I say this, I don’t mean you can’t sympathize with any villain you see. Most of the time, you can feel for the antagonist when their lives never were good to begin with, that’s namely how villainy starts out, therefore making their actions not so much justified, but understandable. Take the rogues gallery that are the enemies of Batman.

Every one of them has a story to tell and a method to their madness. Their histories weren’t as nice or as hopeful as they may have hoped, and you can feel their pain as their efforts to be successful at something grand falls apart due to the Dark Knight or life’s unforgiving nature. However, the sympathy stops there because none of these masterminds, with the Joker being an exception, serve as a main villain to Batman’s crusade for justice, they’re continuous rivals and one off stories that expand the DC Universe. No evil in Gotham is powerful enough because Batman’s story has no real endgame. Steven Universe and One Piece will eventually have an endgame. And while the Gorosei represent an Oligarchical commodity that separates its order seeking rule from their affiliating countries, The Diamonds have amounted to being under one system alone:

Originally posted by marcyandpeebles

Yep. Nazis.

And it’s weird I bring this up. For I would’ve thought to have called Homeworld an authoritative caste system where the gem you’re born with defines your class and status, coinciding with the gems’ natural abilities. The specific gems are given a role and everyone plays a part to maintain societal order, like what India has, with the Diamonds being the biggest and strongest gems and therefore are the de facto Matriarch of the gem society, you feel me? That would’ve earned a little sympathy from me, because the Diamonds losing Pink would’ve meant the massive changes to accommodate their order and resources might not have worked out so well and their image as leaders are slowly diminishing and that can explain the huge resentment for Earth and Rose’s Rebellion.

But no. Instead the Diamonds are a repressive totalitarian government that basically control everyone and everything, all the gems below to strictly follow and almost never question their line of reasoning, and they’re reasons for destroying the Earth has been summarized down to the emotional baggage and grudge that came with their failure long ago.

Originally posted by gemsingifs


Wanna know why I didn’t compare the Diamonds to Avatar’s Fire Nation when talking about humanizing the enemy and the connection couldn’t be more obvious? Because before Ozai is ever mentioned, The Last Airbender states very clearly that the Fire Nation is the region Aang and his friends need to infiltrate to stop their manifest destiny. And when we’re early hinted that Zuko’s not full on evil, it lets the audience know that not everyone is on board with those in charge of the Fire Nation invasion, leading up to Ozai’s big debut where we see that as the endgame villain, he’s irredeemable and has such a lust for power, that he’s recognizably the main drive everyone has to stop. Avatar did this right because little by little, the main enemy was narrowed down to a single force that hasn’t made itself known until near the end when his presence bear more importance. The same can’t be said for Steven Universe because Rebecca Sugar Rush presented yet another faint mistake.

The Diamond’s personalities are given to us before they’ve shown us who they are and what they’re capable of…

So we see Yellow Diamond as a vindictive, no nonsense leader that wants shit to get done and Blue Diamond as a more tender looking, yet no nonsense leader that’s grieving over Pink Diamond’s death and does whatever she can to move on and remember the fallen fondly. So, have they done anything before we’ve met them personally? Sure.

*They corrupted thousands of their own kind (because of the rebellion)

*Allowed experimentation towards shattered gems to make artificial fusion (because of the rebellion)

*Ordered a search and destroy on all “defective” gems that go against the Authority’s standards and prevalence while said defectives put themselves in a literally hole of despair for coming out wrong (Gaslighting)

*And let’s not forget the Cluster (because of the rebellion)

So yeah, quite a lot actually. Now you might be thinking, “But Monkey Network, what does those five old men have to do with what the Diamonds did?” Well, when you see the villainous shit the Gorosei have commanded, their actions are actually more relatable.

*Ordering the destruction of an island of archaeologists because they were secretly researching forbidden history

*Allowing a hit on their own government affiliated island to erase any potential surviving threats that invaded there

*Directing the Marines, or the front line enemies of our Pirate heroes

*And contemplating their system’s next move when updates arrive

Now I don’t know about you, but these gentlemen make up quite an authoritative class with understandable motives and relatable notions on running the world without necessarily being on the front lines. Kinda like the US over the years? Even when their level of corruption can be on par and we still know little of their true power and who they really are, they’re instantly better than the Diamond Authority because we can see why they’re in command, their thoughts and actions towards our heroes shows no sign of being sympathetic, and yet we see where their motives lie. I mean, their Government’s enemies are pirates. You know, Pirates? People who’ve robbed and killed and are the opposite of order? See where I’m going here? They namely go after our heroes who are seen to be the enemy even when the Pirates and plenty others consider them the enemy. It’s almost as if there’s a grey choice for the audience to wonder whom the real bad guys are. OooooOOh.

Also, quick side note. The Gorosei look fucking cool. Like their designs aren’t exactly human, credit towards Eiichiro Oda and his expressive designs, but they’re drawn with such a level of seriousness and stature that it presents their elder wisdom and grave subtlety towards a subject in a contrasting light to the pirates bombastic, emotional appeal. But the Diamonds?

This picture summarizes how I will never take them seriously, no matter how hard they try or how good Patti LuPone is

So, what has this amounted to? Basically, Rebecca Sugardop has given us nonthreatening villains that showed no sign of any redeemable qualities beyond their ability to mesmerize us with their acting. That and give us an episode that, in summary, tells the audience that killing an enemy like the Diamonds makes you no better than them. Yeah, I have to go there.

Originally posted by stevenfaces

I’ll try and make this quick.

This episode was Crime and Punishment done bad. For Crime and Punishment, it was an old Russian tale of a man killing a woman that’s rich yet unliked in the community because he believed it was for a greater good; implying that murder is permissible in pursuit of a higher purpose. Same can apply to Bismuth, having faith that in killing the Diamonds, Homeworld can be liberated from the oppressive elite. Here’s where that tie-in ends: the effect. In Crime and Punishment, the killer shows sincere regret towards his actions because it didn’t present any change in the community beyond the fact that an old woman got murdered and the only thing the she was despised for was being a greedy pawnbroker. What regret would’ve there been in using the Breaking Point on the Diamonds? Bismuth wasn’t set on killing any Homeworld gem around, just the leader who show that they mean and will mean business unless they’re fully out of commission. The show wanted to say killing the Diamonds is bad even when the effect of it could be good, but never offered any other method to success and just shunned Bismuth to dormancy until they need her again, proving she might have been onto something.

Originally posted by citystompers

Whew. So, what’s the tl;dr aspect of this since you probably won’t take this seriously. Well, call this a domino effect. Rebecca Sugar Pop is trying to make sympathetic dictators, which is itself an oxymoronic detail. In doing so, she failed to make them real villains. In doing that, there really are no real villains in the show. And when there are no villains, the conflict feels dry and absent. And without conflict, she failed at putting together HALF an overall story. And when you’re a coming of age story where it has to end on some note with maturity and change, after almost five years in the making, you just FUCKED yourself over when you didn’t even invest time in HALF of what makes an overall story of good and evil investing and engaging. Oh I’m sorry, what makes an overall story of a blurred line between good and evil. Investing and engaging.

I can’t care anymore. If they get redeemed, sure. If they end up dying like a tragedy, fine. They feel less like villains to overcome and more like stairs Steven has to step on to become a better person. Just let White Diamond be as grandiose and badass as Tumblr’s AUs of her, because again…

Originally posted by it-takes-two-to-mango

The fandom is doing the show a bit of justice


pairing: yoongi x reader

rating: (m.)

genre: smut

summary: yoongi decides to surprise his girl at graduation

word count: 2402

notes: thank you @notaseoul for editing my shit, ily tysm <3

Dress, check. Heels, check. Gown, check. Cap, check. Lanyards, check. Phone, check. These six items ran through your mind over and over again. The stress of walking was finally catching up to you, but were more than ready for it. You were finally ready to leave four years of memories behind you. All the drama, back stabbing bitches, and shallow people were way beyond you right now.

“Sweetie, come on! We have to leave now,” your mother hollered from the kitchen.

“I’m coming!” And with that you were on your way to the venue.

The drive was only thirty minutes, but it seemed like hours. The one positive upside was that a friend was messaging you on Kakao talk, chatting about what is considered an average height and what not. By the time you arrived it was a quarter till six and your phone was going off like crazy. Praying that it was him, you took a look at it only to see that your friend was being a dirty pervert.

Imagine Yoongi fucking you right after graduation, taking you into one of the private rooms. His cock is buried deep inside of you, hitting a bundle of nerves with every thrust.

You replied to her telling her to stop and that there were people around you, but she didn’t listen to you and went on.

Pulling your hair, the man grunting with every thrust. His hips are starting to lose their pace, stuttering before he comes undone inside of you. The two of you are panting, trying to catch your breaths.

Once again you texted back saying that you couldn’t have such thoughts right now, but once again she continued on.

He pulls out and disposes of the condom. He picks you up, helping you get composed. Finally he kisses your lips and whispers, “congratulations baby, you finally graduated.”

You excused yourself – seeing that the roll was being called – and tried to rid yourself of the mental images of your boyfriend fucking you senseless. Despite your friend’s rushed and not very well detailed messages, the picture still managed to get to your head, making you all hot and heavy. It’s been a while since you and your boyfriend had done anything together, him citing that the final moments of high school are the most important and that he couldn’t have you fucking up (cause he’d rather fuck you up). So, for the past semester the two of you completely ceased any body contact besides holding hands and brief hugs. Countless nights your body would convulse and you came moaning his name, but it just wasn’t the same as having him buried balls deep into you.

“Move forward!” A person yelled, breaking you out of your train of thought. You trudged a few steps up, groaning silently and waiting for the moment this would all be over.

Eventually you made it inside the large civic center, found your seat, and managed to spot your family among the crowd. The rest of the ceremony was a blur and before you knew it there was a blank diploma placed in your hands.

“And now, you may turn your tassel,” your principle announced, and you officially graduated high school. The final proceeding of the night was your school’s alma mater; it was quite a beautiful moment to be honest. You were holding hands with two complete strangers and everyone united as one class of 2016 to sing. Not once in your four years of being trapped in that hell hole did you feel such a strong bond with all 628 students in your class.

Just as quickly the as the whole event started, it ended. Students were shuffling along, desperate to leave the venue and greet their guests. You, on the other hand, were in no particular rush and ended up being one of the last people to leave the hall. You checked to see if you got any messages from your boyfriend, only to be disappointed that there were none. You sighed and hung your head low. Yoongi, your boyfriend of four years, was absent. The one person who you wanted the most in the world to be here sharing this moment with you was busy working. The mint haired man told you in the beginning of April that he might not be able to make it out of his shift at the club if he couldn’t find a suitable replacement his boss approved of. Being a college student, a mad genius producer, and DJ was hard for him. He tried his hardest till the day of your graduation to find someone to cover his shift at the turn tables, but wasn’t able to. You understood his predicament and tried to not hold it against him a single bit, but to say that was entirely true would be a lie.

A pair of cold hands covered your eyes, leaving you completely in the dark. “Yoongi?” You questioned, only to be answered with the deep chuckle that you loved. You peeled his hands off and spun around.

In front of you was the dashing Min Yoongi, clothes dipped in the color black, pulling his face mask down to flash you a gummy smile. You loved it when he dressed well (which was all the time) and took a moment to take it in. He was wearing a black beanie, a plain black shirt with a large pea coat, distressed jeans revealing slivers of fair white skin, and his favorite pair of Doc Martens to wrap it all up. He opened his arms to you and you ran into them, being enveloped in his heat and the smell of his cologne.

“I thought you couldn’t make it,” you said with half your sentence getting muffled by his jacket.

“Surprise baby!” the elder replied pecking your forehead.

“I was honestly so upset when I knew you c-couldn’t make it to my gra-graduation,” you whispered, trying not to cry, but it was too late.

Yoongi pulled you away from his chest and started wiping away your face. “There, there, we can’t have you crying today,” he cooed into your ears, calming you down. “I found someone to cover my shift last week.”

You lightly smacked his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me,” you pressed, but with little effort.

“Because I wanted it to be a surprise. I was there the whole time: from the moment you walked out to the moment it ended, I saw it all. I saw you walk across the stage and everything.” You laughed wiping away the remainder of your tears. No way your boyfriend would miss your graduation for anything in the world.

The elder proceeded to wrap his arms around your waist and brought your foreheads together. You could feel his warm breath against your face and his trembling lips just millimeters away from yours. Closing your eyes, the two of you shared a kiss for the first time in months. Frozen in time, you savored the feeling of his lips against yours, the baby stubble poking into your chin, and his arms tightening around you. The elder pulled away from you and looked deep into your eyes, “shall we take this somewhere else?” You nodded your head, not trusting your voice.

The man took you by your hand and lead you through the hallways before arriving to a door with his name on a sign. He took you inside and locked the door. “Yoongi, why is your name on the door,” you inquired, looking around the room to see boxes upon boxes.

“I have a gig here tomorrow and this where I’m keeping all my equipment.” You hummed in response, taking off you cap and down. You brought your attention back to Yoongi to see that he rid himself of his jacket and face mask. “Come here,” and with two simple words he wrapped you around his finger. The two of you met again, except it was significantly more heated. Your bodies were pressed against each other, the searing kiss involving a lot of tongue and teeth. His hands found their way to your back, slowly pulling down the zipper of your dress while you tugged at his mint tresses. The elder took a step forward and you took a step back, repeating this process until you felt something jabbing your backside.

Pulling away from your lips and slipping off a part of the dress to reveal your exposed shoulders, Yoongi started lightly sucking his way down your jaw line. His hands found their way to your soft supple thighs, kneading upwards at an excruciatingly slow pace. You let out a quiet moan. God, it had been so long since his hands had been on you. Releasing his hair from your grip and rested them on the counter top. “How much time do we have?” He asked, breaking the relative silence.

You spotted a near by clock, “a-about te-ten minutes,” you panted panting at his ministrations.

“Perfect. That’s more than enough,” he smirked while ghosting over your lace clad clit. Yoongi brought his lips right above your right breast and parted his lips a little wider, grabbing a piece of your skin between his teeth. He started to suck on the piece of flesh, gently nibbling every few seconds or so. A drawn out groan escaped your throat in a broken sound, causing the man to pull roughly once more before releasing. He took a look at his creation, seeing a deep crimson blossoming on your chest.

Without wasting any more time, Yoongi pushed your panties to one side, exposing your womanhood to the chilly air of the room. Wetting the tip of his calloused fingers with the juices flowing from your entrance, he began to slowly circle them around your clit, making you chant a slew of yesses. He snaked his other hand underneath your bra, massaging your breast and playing with your sensitive nipple. “Oh my god, I-I’m clo-” you tried to warn him before reaching the end. The feeling of having his rough hands on you sent you over the edge much sooner than he expected.

“Excited aren’t we today,” he teased before bringing your lips together. Making quick work of his pants, the man fished into his back pocket for a packet of foil. Ridding him of the offending material of his boxers, you began to pump his member, toying with the slit to spread his pre-cum. You sped up your motions and the man groaned into your mouth, causing you to giggle into the lip lock.

Yoongi ripped the packet open and detached his lips from you, “will you do the honors?” He cocked his brow in question. Huffing, you took the piece of rubber and rolled it on his member. Flipping your dress up, he removed your panties, throwing them across the room. Lining himself at your entrance, he slowly began to push in.

You gasped at the intrusion, the six months of celibacy making you tight all over again. You latched your arms around his shoulders you and breathed out, “wait, wait, wait,“ before resting your head on his chest. The stretch was starting to burn and he was barely inside of you.

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay,” he murmured, “we can take as long as you need.” Hearing those words comforted you and made you relax. Once you got used to the feeling, you let him go on, this time burying himself balls deep inside of you.

“God fuck, you feel so amazing,” he grunted, throwing his head back. Again, the elder waited patiently inside of you for you to adjust to him.

Even though it only took you a few seconds to adjust to the size and girth of his member, it felt like minutes for him. You pushed your hips forward with an experimental thrust, letting him know you were ready. Brining your lips together once again and the elder taking ahold of your hips, he pulled almost all the way out before ramming in. A choked whine escaped your lips, the pleasure being somewhat overwhelming. Continuing to rut his hips, Yoongi grunted each time. The sound of skin slapping against each other in combination to with the moans and grunts was music to the mint haired man’s ears.

“Shit, right there, Yoongi,” your voice cracking with one particular thrust. The elder managed to successfully nail your bundle of nerves and kept on doing so with each proceeding movement. Wrapping your legs around him, you brought the two of you closer together. You dug your nails into his back, dully scratching him as your moans got progressively louder.

The heat in your stomach was pooling for the second time this night and it was only a matter of seconds at this point. The elder plunged in once more and that was it.

“Yoongi-” you screamed, curling your toes in your heels, clenching around your boyfriend, and throwing your head back against the mirror. The older man successfully sent you up and over the rainbow, seeing colors in your vision that you’ve never seen before. Your tightening heat around him drove him crazy and, unable to keep a steady pace anymore, his hips began stuttering. Gripping your exposed skin hard enough to leave bruises, Yoongi stopped thrusting and came moaning your name.

The two of you remained silent, taking a few moments to catch your breath before Yoongi pulled out. Disposing of the condom and returning with some tissues, he helped you to your feet and wiped your sweat away. He zipped the back of your dress up and combed his fingers through your hair, attempting to make it look presentable before he adjusted his own bangs and brought his lips to your ear. “Congratulations on graduating baby,” he whispered, making you blush.

“Thanks Yoongi,” you replied giving him a shy smile.

The two of you dressed yourselves again and left the room. Before heading out into the cold, Yoongi put his heavy pea coat around you, mentally thanking himself for wearing two jackets. Once the cool breeze hit your body, you shivered. Then it hit you.

“Yoongi! My panties!” You hissed, totally forgetting to find your underwear in the rush of getting ready.

I’ll get them tomorrow, don’t worry baby,” he laughed, kissing the top of your head. “Just hold on till we get home~” he half sung with his raspy voice.

Our First and Last (Ch. 3)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 |

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 4,112
  • Description: “The next time he is born and ages up, and you are old and start aging down, it will have been like the glitch never happened as the cycle starts anew, and the thread of time realigns.” Namjoon’s voice is steady and even. He seems to be reading an important passage from the book in front of him as he answers your question. “You’ll forget meeting him in the Yin dimension and he’ll forget meeting you in the Yang dimension, meaning both of you will lose all the traces of the memories you had of each other.”

“He’s a genius”

“I heard he’s the one who uncovered most of the information we know about dimensional universes.”

“He published an book on space-time when he was 23 and got tenured as a professor in the university’s theoretical physics department at age 25.”

“That’s crazy!”

“I also heard he’s still single”

“Gross, you know students can’t…”

You stop listening once the girls began talking about things you weren’t really interested in. You were sitting on a bench by the fountain at your college campus, when you overheard some girls talking about the most famous professor at your university. Could this be the guy Jungkook was talking about? You think to yourself, as you pretend to flip through the pages of your textbook while eavesdropping.

The endless search for this so-called “guy who will tell you everything you need to know” has continued in vain since Jungkook had brought it up the day before he left. It’s been months and you had no luck in this quest to find answers. That is, until now.

You quickly run to the university’s information desk and look up this so-called genius professor in the university staff catalog.

Professor Kim Namjoon

Theoretical Physics Department

Building W-52 Room #701

Office Hours: 6am-6pm

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queen-max  asked:

(1/2)Ok so I was reading this Silver meta that covers his entire character arc (less episode ten because I think it was written before it aired) that made some very good and interesting points. However, one thing that stuck out to me was his lost leg was kind of glossed over, and one of the assessments regarding his character, while true of many of his actions, contradicts that particular one.

(2/2) It got me thinking. What are your thoughts on it? I came late to the fandom so this has probably been discussed before, but it’s one of the defining points of Silver’s story, and I want to know everyone’s thoughts.

Ok, so this answer got truly excessive. It’s ridiculous. I thought I was barely scratching the surface of things there were to say about the significance of the loss of Silver’s leg to his character arc, but then it got longer than most of the undergrad essays I ever wrote (final word count 3110…). Yikes. I don’t know if I went overboard, or whether there really is just that much to point out, but this became a literal essay with quotes and everything. Suffice it to say, I think my one line tl;dr is: ‘if you write about Silver’s character arc without talking about the loss of his leg then you’re really missing a lot, because it ties into everything’. Either that or I’m reaching and rambling and I need to not do that.

A longer tl;dr: The loss of his leg opened up a whole world of new experiences for Silver. It forced him to feel and do and be things he had spent a long time carefully shutting out, and in doing so it didn’t just turn him into a new person, but a person who was at odds with all of the things he had built his previous life upon.

I’ll put the rest under a cut, because otherwise I’d be a dash-clogging monster.

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Family Matters

Originally posted by blueaurastreak

Request:  Could you do one where the reader is Dick’s s/o but all the other batboys don’t like her cuz she takes up Dick’s time and the s/o tries really hard to get them to like her but they don’t realize and when the do realize they feel really bad for being mean to her

Pairing:  Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: Dick is the love of your life and you never want to lose him, so of course his family is important to you. You never understood why Dick always went out of his way to keep you away from them, until you actually met them.

Words Count:2,131

Genre: angst

Notes:  So I’ve seen a few fics with a request a lot like this, so if this fic is too much like a fic you have written please tell me and I will take it down. I don’t want to take any credit away from any other amazing author.


   “Are you sure you have to leave?” You whine at your boyfriend.

 “I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t” Dick says and kisses your forehead. “I won’t be back until morning, don’t wait up for me!” he says as he pulls on his mask and jumps out of your window.

  Any other person would be freaking out at this moment but after three long years of dating, Dick finally revealed his second persona Nightwing. That was 2 years ago and you were coming up on your 5 year anniversary. Even though you had been dating for so long and he trusted you with his most important secret, you had still not met his family. You had no family to speak of and you always wanted a big family so when Dick told you about his family you got giddy and you couldn’t wait to meet them. You pressed the matter quite frequently but Dick always found a way around it. You couldn’t tell if he was hiding you from them

“Nice going Dickhead!” Jason yells as soon as they get back to the Batcave. “Not only were you late, but you were distracted! you could have gotten me killed! Again!” he gripes.

“We get it Jason, you died. You don’t have to bring it up in every argument!” Dick yells back.

“He’s right Grayson. You were too distracted. I saw you trip tonight. You don’t trip.” Damian says, defending his slightly annoying older brother. “Is there something you want to tell us?” he asks seriously.

Dick sighs. He was hoping this day would never come, he hoped you would maybe just forget about his family and he could keep them separated from you. His family was more than just intimidating. They were rude, overbearing pricks and Dick knew they would scare you away before he could ask you the question that was burning through his mind.

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Short: A Case of Spring Fever

MST3K featured a number of movies, such as The Starfighters and last week’s Squirm, that were simply not memorable.  They also did a number of movies and shorts that were deeply memorable, but for all the wrongest possible reasons.  Mr. B Natural was one of those, and A Case of Spring Fever is another.  Both were intended to be whimsical and each, in its own way, ended up being fucking terrifying instead.

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Letters to Bucky (Part Five)

Welcome back to the story lovelies!
Thanks for all the love and encouragement along the way! If you are new to the fic, catch up HERE
. Over 3000 words this time, sorry for such long posts, but I love love LOVE you guys for reading it!

Tony read the poem at least a dozen times before refolding it and putting it back in his suit jacket pocket.
He hadn’t stopped smiling since the letter had been delivered that morning, hadn’t even left his desk yet. Couldn’t even think of what he wanted to say back to his soldier. In fact, Tony could barely string a thought together, so he just sat at his desk and grinned like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

It was kind of disgusting.

And he loved it.

“Tony!” Pepper snapped, sticking her lovely red head into his office for the eighth or ninth time in so many minutes. “You have a meeting RIGHT NOW. How many times– are you reading that letter again? Who is it from? What on earth?” She rubbed her forehead. “Look. I’m glad the pen pal program helped you through rehab, I am. Really. But you still have a company to run! So if you would just–”

“I’m coming!” Tony jumped up, waving his arms. “I’m coming. You know, Pepper I should just give the company to you. You care about it more than I do.”

“Don’t joke about that Tony.” She warned, and he stopped walking, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her soundly on the lips.

“I’m not actually joking. Let’s talk about it okay? Later. I can’t be late to this meeting.” With a quick wave of his hand he disappeared into the boardroom.

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Klaine one-shot - “The Heart of the Matter” (Rated PG13)

After graduating high school and marrying the love of his life, Blaine discovers that he needs a heart transplant. But there’s a reason he doesn’t want his heart removed.

If he doesn’t, he will die. But if he does, will that mean losing the man he loves more than life itself? (2965 words)

I had started writing the premise for this a while ago, but stopped when @sunshineoptimismandangels wrote her amazing fic “Soulmate Script”, which I think eclipses this one by far. It’s much more fleshed out, more adorable than angsty, and who doesn’t like adorable Klaine? This is a bit more personal on my end, but I wasn’t going to finish it. After reading sunshine’s recently for about they 80th time, I was inspired to polish it off for her birthday. So here it is. Let me know what you think. And make sure you read hers because it’s amazing <3

Warning for talk of hospitalization and heart surgery. 

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Beeping monitors.

Cords and IVs.

The sharp smell of alcohol and industrial disinfectant.

The draft from an overhead vent where a steady stream of cold, conditioned air bleeds in nonstop.

Rough sheets beneath his fingertips that he can’t help straightening, can’t stop adjusting.

The urgency hidden beneath the tension-steeped calm, that even as they wait in this one, quiet room, in other areas of the hospital, nurses and doctors are scrambling. Prepping.

Fighting against the clock.

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I’m going to be a hero! (Boku no academia AU) part 1

Hello everyone, Mr.E here with the newest au I am working on: Boku no academia or My hero academia. I absolutely love this show and when I love something, i need to write about it. If you have not seen the show I highly recommend it. 

So in this story, 80% of people have a quirk or super power that is formed naturally. Marco is not one of those people and while he longs to be a hero, his quirkless nature is problematic. one day, our 14 year old hero meets his idol and number 1 hero in the world All Might, symbol of peace and justice. He discovers All might’s secret and his act of heroism impresses the hero so much All Might agrees to give him a special gift if Marco trains and reaches his goal. 10 months have passed and Marco is ready to inherit the gift from his trainer and take the entrance exams which determines if he can be in the UA hero class and start his path to become a true hero.

So this two part chapter takes place in the UA entrance exam episode. It honestly largely follows the same plot as the chapter/episode but i set things up and change stuff around so its not exactly a one to one and if i come back to it in the future, i can tell my own story about it. So this is part 1, i am currently proofreading part 2 and will link it and all that jazz when I am done. so this means narration (to fit with the opening and closing narration that the anime likes to do) and this means flashback. I hope you enjoy the chapter and have a great day! 

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here is the link for part 2: https://mrevaunit42.tumblr.com/post/162854666042/reckless-heroing-boku-no-academia-au-part-2

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