I actually don't know what this is but I like it

atissi  asked:

if youre okay with answering, why do you hate 76? just curious

I just don’t like his character from what we’ve seen of it. I don’t like gruff “I know better than you” old men. Also I think the fandom interpretation is bad. Some dad76 stuff is funny but I still don’t actually like it.
I feel like he’s a stunted man, absorbed in his own issues and while he recognizes that his team is made of adults the same rank as him, he’ll still treat them like they’re beneath him in rank and cares little for their personal issues than getting the mission done.
If I saw more of that in the fandom I don’t think I would hate him as much? Idk characters being taken way of of their characterization erk me and I just don’t like them out of pettiness lol

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Why is the Game O' Clock called that? What's the "o" short for?? Because if it was actually meaning of the "o" is a shortened version of "Of the" but it doesn't make sense to have a title as "Game Of The Clock". In fact, the name in general? Don't get me wrong I like the idea of series to have names; it adds a playful sheen to it. But Game O' Clock?! I mean for fucks sake Pyro, how did you even come up with this name? I find it funny but weird at the same time so I know my dilemma will never be solved. The way that the Pyrocynical channel itself has began to expand in its content with Pyrozella being his blooper channel and the introduction of new content makes me happy. Speaking of which where are the extra cuts that we were promised?! Why does he do better makeup than me! None of these things make sense and the only conclusion I have is that God can't have let such puzzles to exist without a proper solution

Okay with all the Romani casting stuff I’ve been posting today, I, as a white person, have a question: those of you who are Romani or minority groups, since Romani can be just Euro White in appearance, what would be more important to you:
1. A Romani actor playing Nightwing even if it never comes up in the film?
2. Or the positive presence of Romani culture and language even if the actor isn’t actually Romani?

I mean, ideally, there’d be BOTH, I’m just curious if there is a preference (even slight) of the two if they were the options. I might be wrong but it feels like a muddled area to me because it’s a minority that’s actually a section of European Caucasian culture, for the most part (I could be wrong, please feel free to correct) and as someone who doesn’t know much of the culture I’d love BOTH but would prefer accurate and positive presence in the film itself. Maybe prefer isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s just that it SEEMS more important to me.

Edit to add: Minor research has led to me finding out Romani originated in Northern India which I did not know? And the largest groups are in US and Brazil now, so far less Euro than I thought.

anonymous asked:

do you... actually... like... watching Emmerdale when Robron aren't on???? ???

I do, anon! I love the majority of the characters in that village. I mean…. sometimes it’s more enjoyable than others… but you know. I love it. It’s my soap.

Although I very, very rarely get home in time to watch anything live, so if the boys aren’t on, I tend to save up episodes and marathon them on a Sunday morning - it’s one of my favourite things to do on a weekend.

(If the boys are on I watch right away because otherwise I inevitably get spoiled by tumblr for everything that happens lmao)

(Although sometimes i will genuinely just watch the robron scenes and still marathon all the episodes on a Sunday anyway. Sort of depends on what’s happening.)

tora42 said: how do you think it goes when they actually get to the sexy stuff? and does it take them a while to get to the point where they’re both ready to give it try? your besany x ordo musings are so much fun i love reading them

I’m glad you’re enjoying them! I haven’t a particular scenario in my head when they do finally get to it, but it takes a lot of reassurance and patience.

In this relationship, it’s a very emotionally and physically vulnerable thing. And working up to that is a process for sure. Most especially for Ordo, who I imagine is very skittish on this matter. (Not prudish, just skittish.) He’d had a difficult time feeling at ease with letting himself be that open. I put a lot of this on Ordo. I think of Besany as much more sure of herself and where she’s comfortable going and doing in this relationship at this moment. So, Ordo, as the more hesitant one, as someone really feeling out sexuality for the first time, the pace of it all is largely set by him.

He’s a bit of a control freak, and in the beginning, this asks a lot of him, asks he place a lot of trust in her. And, yeah, he still has control, but that brings it to an important thing: consent.

It takes Ordo a while to grasp consent, not as in understanding it from Besany (that’s without a doubt), but understanding it for himself. He’s can say no and he sets boundaries, but he initially gets caught up in so desperately wanting to make her happy and give her want she wants that he ignores that he doesn’t really want to things at this moment and doesn’t feel ready to. It think he has a complicated relationship with himself, and part of that is wanting so much to do as his loved ones want of him. But, Besany is astute enough to pick up on nonverbal cues, and tell him plain he shouldn’t be doing that. It takes a while for Ordo to understand his say in what happens. Slows it all down for a while, while Ordo and Besany can properly navigate what he’s comfortable with.

I often think the sexual part of their relationship is rife with each of them trying to navigate what they think is expected of them to do versus what they actually want and feel comfortable doing. I joked about Besany in a matching lingerie set on that first night, but ultimately, it’s an odd moment: she isn’t someone who would have sex on the first serious date, and yet she did this, and for what? Because, for some reason, there’s an unspoken weight of expectation that they’d be having sex that first night. While it’s funny because she put this effort in to match and he never sees it, it’s also funny because she, herself and what she wanted, never actually intended for him to, she never actually does have sex on a first date, but something had told her that this was what they were expected to do. And, I never explain it thoroughly because it’s a joke, and it doesn’t land right in a short text post if I unpack it. But, I think of it as a moment where she realizes she doesn’t need to approach this particular romantic and sexual relationship differently than she would any other. And, there’s something almost special in realizing it’s utterly mundane. It’s a normal relationship.

It’s a very difficult area for them to be fumbling around in, especially given how these issues overlap with consent issues. But, I think issues of consent are a genuinely murky area for Ordo (again, as they relate to his own ability to consent to things in the larger context of his life, he just doesn’t seem to have a clear idea that he can think of what HE wants).

But, like, generally, I do think it takes a long time for them to work up to sexier stuff. It’s worth noting that they’re comfortable with each other in various states of undress in non-sexual contexts for a long time before they have sex. And they do have a bunch of conversations about sex in their relationship, what they’re comfortable with, and making things clear. Also, Ordo takes to kissing quickly though, even to the heavy, sensual making out type stuff. He likes kissing quite a lot, so they do a lot of that.

Fanon Lotor be like

i am not even sorry just take this


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Intertwined // dodie 2016

carry on, darling, we were built to last

Watching the gold medal, the same one as the other five in Victor’s trophy case, being hanged around his fiancé’s neck was not actually as bitter a feeling as many supposed it would be. Victor was happy. He placed second, but he was so happy… happier than any gold could make him.

After two years of training together, after a year he spent cheering on Yuuri from the sidelines and a year he motivated him from the ice as his fellow competitor, Victor could honestly say Yuuri deserved that gold. He’d worked so hard to achieve the highest place on the podium, towering over the other skaters, that when Victor looked up to the side he couldn’t imagine a better way to end this season.

Yuuri noticed him and smiled a tad apologetically.

“Sorry, I took the gold,” he said, almost as if he thought it was rightfully Victor’s. What a silly boy.

“Yuuri,” Victor shook his head with a smile, stepping up onto Yuuri’s podium and wrapping an arm around his waist. “You did your best and you got a medal to show for it. Don’t make me angry.”

He said it teasingly and by the little embarrassed laughter he knew Yuuri caught onto it. Camera flashes sparkled all around them constantly while they held up their medals. A stray thought, one that he didn’t have for a very long time popped into his head.

He always used to kiss his medals.

And didn’t he promise Yuuri to kiss his medal at last year’s GPF? There was something like that, wasn’t there?

Victor grinned to himself. He dropped his silver and reached out to take Yuuri’s gold. It was already warm from the heat of Yuuri’s hand. Blinking furiously, camera’s focused on what Victor was doing and he knew that soon the whole world would be talking about it, but… he didn’t care. He wanted them to know that Yuuri was his in every single way.

So he pulled the medal up to his lips, giving it a small kiss, while flashes went off from every direction making spots of white dance across his vision. Yuuri seemed to have remembered their promise, because his eyes brightened and he smiled at Victor a little incredulously, but overwhelmingly warm and–

How could Victor have held himself back?

He let go of the medal and leaned down, tilting his head away from the cameras for just an ounce of privacy. His lips pressed against Yuuri’s, sweet and slow, and grateful more than anything. Because it was Yuuri who showed Victor how colourful and warm the world could be, it was Yuuri who made him believe in happiness and bright future, it was Yuuri who beat his ass on the ice fair and square, finally, after all these years of loneliness…

“Congratulations, Yuuri,” he whispered against slightly trembling lips before he pulled back.

Yuuri’s cheeks were flushed, so beautiful in the sharp lights directed at the podium, but he wasn’t shy. He looked straight at Victor, with his eyes direct and warm. His lips were quirked in a tiny exasperated manner that Victor had come to associate with Yuuri calling out his name in that cute, meltingly adorable way.

“You’re horrible, you know that,” Yuuri said, but his voice was light. “Now the press just won’t leave us alone.”

Victor only shrugged a careless shoulder, pulling Yuuri closer to his side and smiling at the flashing cameras.

“It was going to happen sooner or later,” he replied. “And I actually quite like the idea of everyone knowing you’re mine and I’m yours. It’s a little exciting, isn’t it?”

He glanced down at Yuuri, who was busy making a peace sign at one camera. A little was an understatement. Victor was always excited when Yuuri was concerned. Ever since Yuuri swept him off his feet, quite literally, at that unforgettable GPF in Sochi.

When Yuuri turned his head back to him, his smile a bit nasty – oh, how Victor loved that smile ­– Victor didn’t expect these words to fall from his mouth.

“You’re dealing with it, then,” he said. “I have another season to prepare for, coach.”

And he hopped off the podium, leaving Victor alone and shocked and pleased beyond reasoning, because Yuuri was always going to keep him on his toes and he just couldn’t wait for what the future will bring.