a massive problem in this world really

Submission: As a queer, nonbinary person and an animal educator, I’ve thought a lot about the issues recently being discussed on this blog and I wanted to share some of that here. I’ve tried to be as calm and clear as possible, but this is an emotional issue for me so it might be a bit emphatic.

Serveral people in this discussion have mentioned already the problems with questioning the existence of bi/pan/trans/ace/aro animals, but not questioning the existance of straight, cis animals. You’ve made passing mentions to this, but I think it’s actually really important to step back and reframe the entire discussion in this context, if you want to be fair and accurate both to the animals and to the people emotionally affected by this issue.

In particular, this passage: “However, the animal science world uses gendered pronouns to denote physical sex in an animal, because that is how efficient and accurate communication about the animal is ensured” raises some massive red flags for me. Yes, it’s important to clearly communicate with your vet about the body parts an animal does and doesn’t have, for ease of treatment. However, pronouns are far from the only way to do this, and definitely not the most efficient. The pronoun “she” doesn’t tell you if a dog is unaltered, spayed, in heat, pregnant, or menopausal - information your vet definitely needs to know.
It’s the work of half a moment to state “my dog is a spayed female” at the start of an appointment, regardless of what pronouns you use after that. In fact, many trans* people have already learned to talk with their doctors in specific terms about their hormone levels and organs they do or don’t have, and cis people need to catch up. Part of the reason this is such an emotional issue for trans people is that the argument, “your doctor needs to know the gender you were assigned at birth! Therefore everyone you meet needs to know, and it should be on your ID, in case you get in an accident and we have to tell the doctor!” is often invoked. (I wish that was an exaggeration. It’s not. This is in spite of the fact that, as a trans* person, knowing the gender you were assigned at birth is more likely to lead to false assumptions about your health and biology than true ones.) So yes, your doctor needs to know about your biology and your vet needs to know about your pet’s, but gender pronouns really aren’t the way to do it.

Outside the vet’s office, insisting on cisgender-equivalent pronouns for your pet leads to a world of problems. I volunteer at an animal shelter, and I see people misinterpret animal’s actions through their percieved, anthropomorphic gender roles constantly. They’re more eager to read aggression from a male animal and affection from a female, which has the potential to lead to massive problems, since both of those behaviors can be dangerous to misinterpret. I would personally argue for the stance that people would be more able to accurately interpret the behavior of animals if we refered to all non-human animals with gender-neutral pronouns, to more accurately reflect the fact that animals do not have gender. Even in social animals that do have sex-differentied social roles, those are completely different from human gender roles and should not be confused with them by the use of human gendered pronouns. If the biological sex of an animal matters in a particular context, you can mention it in that context, rather than applying it all the time as though it was part of their identity.

I do understand that some people find it reassuring to observe that the social roles of biologically male or female animals are different from those of humans, and that they too can be as nurturing as a male penguin or as fierce as a female hyena. So I understand that sometimes people will want to refer to those animals as male or female, in the same way that I want to refer to a cuttlefish as genderfluid because it makes me feel happy and validated. I just want cis people to understand that those interpretations are exactly equivalent.

As for how this perspective affects the emotions of humans impacted by this issue: claiming that gendered pronouns are a form of scientific terminology that accurately reflects the biological sex of an animal is, intentionally or not, supporting the idea that there are biologically and scientifically two genders. It gives fuel to people who try to force that mindset onto humans, and believe me, they use it. I’ve met many people who become enraged if I use the wrong pronouns for their dog, but refuse to respect my identity and pronouns. The attatchment of gendered pronouns to biological sex in non-humans is absolutely reflected back into humans by most of the public, whether that is your intention as an educator or not.

Using gender pronouns as scientific terminology also muddies issues significantly as soon as you leave the field of mammals, where it quickly becomes clear that a male/female dichotomy is far from absolute. Do I use female pronouns for the hermaphroditic flatworm who lost the penis-fencing match and is now carrying eggs? Will those pronouns still apply after the eggs have hatched? What if they win the penis-fencing match next time and contribute sperm instead?
How about a worker bee, who is genetically female but has not developed reproductive organs and plays no reproductive role?
Do I use male pronouns for a fish who was born genetically male, but isn’t able to engage in sexual behavior and fulfill the male sexual role until mating is initiated by the supermale? How about for the supermale, who is genetically female and used to be reproductively female but has since morphed to be reproductively male due to being the largest fish in the school? Is it even accurate to say “genetically female” of a species where both major reproductive roles are carried out by the same genetic category of animals, and those born “biologically” male only reproduce at all by swimming into the middle of the mating dance, ejaculating, and hoping for the best?

A similar issue exists with the assumption that animals are straight. I’ve seen some cringe-worthy anthropomorphization of male/female pairs of animals, including calling them “married,” referring to them as being “in love,” and a lot of analogies to human married-couple behavior, but I’ve never seen this criticized or significantly discussed as an issue of anthropomorphization. But every time I see a post about lesbian birds or trans fish, this issue comes up. I don’t think that animal educators are doing this on purpose, but I do think it is an indicator that many animal educators have not sufficiently deeply challenged the cultural narrative that straight and cis are “normal” but queer and trans* are “debatable” and should be challenged and argued about. 

Science is an ever-changing field, and scientific terminology becomes outdated and is changed as we realize that it reflects our social assumptions more accurately than in reflects reality. The terms we use to discuss sex, gender, pair-bonding, and mating behavior are all deeply intertwined with human social assumptions of cisgender, heterosexual, monogamous life-time bonds that are simultaneously romantic/affectionate and sexual in nature. Scientific communication would be improved by dropping those assumptions and the terminology that comes with them.

I don’t think I have much to add to this - it’s really well thought out and well said - so I’m going to boost it as is as part of the continued discussion. 

Scientific communication would absolutely be improved by changing the terminology to something more accurate. I don’t know if it’s something that would currently be feasible - because of a myriad of things that make attempting that type of change across so many cultures and languages and historical/social contexts difficult - but I definitely support the idea. 

HELP NEEDED  - please!?

NEW LOKI COSTUME ;___; - please help me out?!! ❤❤❤❤💕💕💕😭😭😭

I am putting my pride aside and begin this early enough, so I can make it in time for the premiere in London - please donate a few pound if you care to see me in the new Loki costume, taking another photo with Mister Hiddleston, together with my best friend in the world @ThatOtherOdinson, this fall for Thor: Ragnarok?! Please?!

It is really tough for me to ask this, after I thought I had my finances back on track a little (but ended up with massive car problems, having to pay 1700pound, that I financed by drawing commissions. which I am STILL finishing to this day.)

I apologise for this, being selfish and all - but it’s the last chance to take @ThatOtherOdinson down to London for the last Thor premiere. Doing that as a team, since we’ve met only because of the Thor-fandom. I intend to take @ThatotherOdinson to the premiere, because it’s the reason we’ve met and it means so much to us together. He is recovering from mental health issues and had to stay offline for a long time now, and couldn’t even cosplay anymore. So this trip would be a huge boost for his emotional well-being. He never did anything like it and it would be the last chance for the Thor movies, which are his favourite. 

( my latest costume, newt scamander is finished now and I’m shooting the pics this month!!! *and another big shoot with a Fbawtft in august*)

If you disagree with my choice to ask for help, please take no offence in it (no hate, scroll on - different people make different life choices, there is no reason for negativity). I respect you totally! It would mean so much for us, to me. It feels like all the Loki-related movies come to an end. It’s so much nostalgia and I feel I can take this role on one more time and make it count! But only with your help!

WHERE TO DONATE?!?!
go to paypal.com and send your donation, as a friend, to
galadraeluk@yahoo.co.uk ! Any penny counts ( subject: Loki ragnarok).
With all the material, Helmet, shipping, we might look at 500£ overall. I’m contacting my trusted commissioner tomorrow to get a price that is correct. Thank you for being my supportive friends!!! (the money will ONLY be used for the Loki cosplay, and any penny too much, also only for other Loki cosplays. No pets, no lolita, no other characters. just LOKI. promise!)

I will update you all with screenshots of the payment once we’ve got enough, and make sure to provide evidence that all money was used correctly!

Thank you so much!!!! If you can’t donate, please share to others?!

P.S. I have still three cosplays finished here that I couldn’t wear so far, due to weight gain because of prescription pills, but I worked on myself and will be able to cosplay all three this summer. So don’t feel disappointed, Henry V was already tested and I only need to shrink back into Adams pants XDDD - it’s finally all coming together! 

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River Phoenix is a rare and uncharacteristic Hollywood bird. In a town where many young stars obsess about image, long term objectives, and political correctness, here is a young actor who willingly sounds off on virtually any topic he can sink his silken hair into. President Clinton. Gays in the military. Global problems generated by the burgeoning power of multinational corporations. Indeed, it is immediately evident that River Phoenix is not some hunk waiting for his next photo opportunity.

(…) For a young, rich, and in-demand actor, the problems of the world seem to carry unusual weight. “It’s not just our country,” he continues. “The world is ruled by a tri-lateral, massive, multi-national corporate link up which is the true government above us all. It defies borders and effects us so greatly. (…) We are taught to consume. And that’s what we do. But if we realized that there really is no reason to consume-that it’s just a mind set, that it’s just an addiction, then we wouldn’t be out there stepping on people’s hands climbing the corporate ladder of success. Why else would anyone want to be filthy rich?“

Never mind that this particular actor happens to be filthy rich himself. "I have my reasons why I want to be filthy rich,” he reveals. “It’s so I can buy the last first growth forest and turn it into a permanent national park.” Apparently, he is well on his way to achieving this decidedly non-Hollywood goal. “I just bought 800 acres (of forest) on the border of Panama and Costa Rica”

- Detour, July/August 1993

anonymous asked:

I know you ship wolfstar and remadora but remadora is so unhealthy? I don't get why you ship it

The thing is, I don’t really see it’s unhealthy? I mean, I understand the argument against Remadora…to a point. 

The main arguments against Remadora are that : 

  • It came out of nowhere
  • It’s toxic because Tonks/The Order (primarily Molly) pressured Remus into a relationship that he had legitimate concerns about 

A lot of Remus and Tonks’ relationship happens behind the scenes. The books (I’m going to ignore the films because of how horribly they treated Remus and Tonks’ characters and relationships) are through Harry’s eyes. He doesn’t even see Remus and Tonks that much, so he’s not going to notice a lot about them. Also, Remus and Harry aren’t all that close, so it’s not like Harry is going to sit down with Remus and go “so you and Tonks, eh?”  Now, I like Harry, but that kid is one of the blindest teenage boys I’ve ever read in a book series. It took him five books to realize Ginny always had a crush on him (and even then Hermione had to break it down for him) and seven books to realize that Hermione and Ron were destined to be together. So him not noticing Remus and Tonks sending love-eyes at one another in the background is obviously not going to make readers notice it. 

But in those moments where Harry isn’t paying attention to anything other than Voldemort, Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy, I imagine Remus and Tonks spent quite a lot of time together. The Order was recalled in July and, according to Pottermore, Tonks confessed her feelings to Remus that following spring… So I think that’s ample time to fall in love with someone. Stake-outs, hours spent in Number 12. Tonks probably spent most of her free time at Grimmauld - it’s sort of hard to keep hanging out with other friends and such when you’re apart of a secret rebellion, ya know?

And as for it being an unhealthy relationship… Well. People cite the hospital scene as the big toxic moment in the series…  They’ve probably had that conversation time and time again, and that particular moment - the hospital scene - is quite a tense moment for the pair. Dumbledore has just been killed. Without Dumbledore, what the hell is the Order going to do? Dumbledore was the rock of the Order; if everything went to shit, it’d be okay because they still had Albus Dumbledore. And now he’s gone. And yet, Fleur Delacour is still thinking about a wedding. So, yeah, Tonks may have made a mistake bringing it up in front of everyone, but characters make mistake and given how high the levels of tension were already, have a small breakdown isn’t completely unreasonable. P L U S (can  you tell i have a lot of opinions about this shit) Tonks has been depressed for the last year because a) her boyfriend is trying to get himself killed b) her cousin who she was just getting to know was just murdered c) bellatrix fucking lestrange wants her dead and d) SHE’S LITERALLY ON THE FRONT LINE OF A FUCKING WAR LET A BRO BE STRESSED OUT WITHOUT CALLING HER PATHETIC AIGHT

Plus, Remus isn’t an idiot. Remus is one of the most stubborn characters in that books; he’s never given in the wolf, into depression, into the shit that the Wizarding World has thrown at him. Do you really think he’d marry a girl that he didn’t want to marry just because Molly Weasley told him to? Because Tonks was upset? I think that’s a massive discredit to his character. 

TLDR; remus and tonks are one of the most realistic couples in the potter series because their relationship goes through such an arc and that’s how life works not every couple is peaches and ice cream you have problems especially when you’re fighting on the front lines of a war and yeah they have problems but they talk them through because they’re adults and that’s what you do when you care about someone in a relationship 

I’m so f****** pissed right now. All of us are constantly distracted, our monkey minds are racing non stop and we’re feeding our minds and bodies with toxic shit day in day out. We’re so damn privileged, yet most of us don’t wake up in the morning feeling truly blessed and grateful for what we have. We are so blessed to be born into circumstances other people in different parts of the world will never experience, no matter how hard they try. Most of us feel lost and are damaged in one way or the other. Numbers of people suffering from mental and physical illnesses are going through the roof. Most of us are trying to fill this screaming emptiness inside with materialistic possessions no one actually needs. At first, it looks like we’re more connected than ever, globalization leaves the impression that it brought us closer together, yet there are so many people suffering because they feel meaningless and lonely. We get into huge fights about the smallest things, we can’t seem to solve big social issues that have been around the same amount of time humans have lived on this planet. We write books and make movies about heaven and hell while we’re already living this! Heaven and hell is all around us, we just need to wake up and see that! Instead we spend billions of dollars on creating art, cars, fashion, yoga studios or holiday resorts. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with art, music or traveling. But the price is too high to do all these things out of habit, in a mindless and wasteful way. And by the end of the day these things don’t even manage to make us happy anymore because we’re already on to the next thing. We’re insanely addicted to having more and more and more. We’re always in a rush, always trying to be somewhere else or someone else. We attack, we waste time, resources and energy non stop. If someone is outspoken about animal rights or is trying to make the world a better place, they get called a tree hugger and a “weird hippie” and is asked to stop smoking weed or drop acid, and to grow the fuck up. Meanwhile the ice is melting, trees are dying, climate is changing at a pace that leaves scientists surprised. Sure, they saw it coming, but not this quick. We’re actually close to the 6th big extinction period in the history of the earth. Let that sink in. Why isn’t everyone on their feet trying to fix this? What the fuck are we doing? Scientists say we have maybe 20 years to fix this mess we made. So what the hell are we doing? Being on tumblr, Netflix, instagram, being busy making a living, being busy caring about what others think, being busy exploiting other humans, even the people we call our “loved ones”, and of course the planet that is our home.
I stopped being a vegan because I was tired to be looked down on, I stopped being active and outspoken about environmental issues because at some point I felt like I was being annoying. And, you know, life was happening. I was doing what we’re all doing: trying to make money, trying to be okay with not being appreciated in my job, trying to be in a relationship, trying to be someone, trying to make myself happy, trying to fit in and feed this insanely flawed system. Even though I knew better, I got tired and went back to doing what everyone else is doing. I shut my mouth and made myself believe that I tried. Meanwhile I also felt like there were so many social issues that had spiraled out of control that it seemed silly to me to focus on trying to produce less trash and work towards a more environmentally friendly lifestyle. And I’m so mad at myself right now, and so mad at this whole situation. Why isn’t everyone else angry? Why are our ego driven, social problems so much more important than the massive damage we’re causing? Why aren’t we giving a shit about Mother Earth? Why is it more important to us to lose weight, look good, be liked, fit in, make no one angry, be famous, have lots of followers, fulfill our dreams? I really really don’t get it. I can’t continue to talk about these fucking small first world problems anymore, things that don’t matter the slightest when you look at the bigger picture. I was so numb and blind. It’s time to wake the fuck up. I’m not saying mental illnesses don’t matter. I’m not saying social issues aren’t real and bad. But we can do something about it, we don’t have to follow the same old patterns and routes we’ve been on for too long already. We don’t have to waste time and energy on feeling desperate, being overwhelmed and inactive. We have so much power, it’s time to use this power in a good way. I’m so tired of all these damn excuses.

anonymous asked:

um, so lets say that letting loose a whole bunch of animals onto the planet wasn't a problem. the pesticides, fertilizers, and poisons that agricultural farmers set/spray would be detrimental to water supplies, and would pollute groundwater, so really, being vegan would be just as bad as being a meateater if the whole world were to participate.

…I’m sorry what? Why exactly are we letting loose a whole bunch of animals and increasing our pesticide use? Those are some pretty massive assumptions right off the bat. First of all, if the world went vegan it’d happen over time, we wouldn’t suddenly have 60 billion farmed animals roaming the streets. As demand goes down, so does the number of animals being bred to fulfill that demand, which is basic economics. The ones who do remain can comfortable live out their lives in sanctuaries, as the lucky few already do.

As for pesticides, I think you must be assuming that if we all went vegan we’d need more vegetables to feed the population, but you’re very wrong about that. If we look at cows, for example, it takes 16 pounds of grain to make one pound of beef. That’s 94% more land, and 94% more pesticides than just eating that grain directly. All told, livestock consume 70% of all the grain we produce, 98% of all soy, and a fifth of all water consumed globally. Farmed animals take in far more calories in crop feed than they will ever give out in meat, meaning that they are literally detracting from the global food supply. If the world went vegan, we would add an addition 70% to the world’s global food supply.

All of this is also assuming that we would still be using pesticides and animal fertilizers, but by your own hypothetical the whole world is vegan, so why exactly would we be using products which harm animals? Plant ferifilisers are very effective and veganic farming already exists. It is not the case that crops can’t be grown without harming animals or people. I think if you’re really honest with yourself, the reason you aren’t vegan isn’t because “all the animals would be released and we’d use loads of pesticides if everyone went vegan", it’s because you like eating animals. I’d honestly prefer you just admit that instead of inventing these nonsensical straw man hypotheticals which waste everyone’s time.

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BK: During Aang and Zuko’s heyday, the ability to bend lightning was an incredibly rare skill usually reserved for the inner circles of Fire Nation royalty and high-ranking military officers. Now, in the thick of the Avatar world’s own Industrial Age, we see that this skill is, while not widespread, common enough that it is practiced by blue-collar workers changing up massive batteries in the city’s power plants. This kind of work is incredibly taxing on a person’s chi reserves; that’s why the plant bosses tend to get desperate, strapping young men like Mako to sign up for the grueling task. Mako designs by Jin-Sun Kim and Ki-Hyun Ryu. Color by Sylvia Filcak-Blackwolf. Background design by Eun-Sang Yang. Painting by Emily Tetri. 

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if it's just me but when I play like and open world style game I kinda get this I must murder everything and see cool ways to kill people. I get a maniacal laugh the whole this person has lost their mind thing. So could you do headcanon for Reader, Genji, Hana, Reaper, and Hanzo with a s/o like that. Please and thank you.

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes:

  • He’s impressed with every unique method you come up with when you execute in-game
  • Your laugh rarely deters him, instead opting to encourage you as you began scheming for your next murder plot
  • If it was truly that impressive, he would laugh along with you
  • Reaper can appreciate a good plan when he sees and hears about it
  • His frustration does rise occasionally when you remain tight-lipped about your plans as you run around to position yourself in the right spot
  • He does offer you a few ideas of his own, but generally leaves it to you
  • Sometimes Reaper’s plans take inspiration from your own creative NPC murders
  • An example of that would be when he had a Talon agent plant an explosive golf ball in his target’s ball basket and chuckled darkly as they flew into the air, just as you had planned a few nights ago while playing your game
    • He did remember to thank you for the idea
  • In a way, this became your personal date night that no one would understand
  • Just going around and murdering NPCs in the most creative and unique fashion you could think

Hana Song/D.Va:

  • The two of you often switch the controller if the game was only available in single player
  • You are careful to make sure that some of your kills don’t set off any sort of mental distress for Hana, just in case if her memories from the battle lines resurfaces
  • She doesn’t hear you laugh sometimes since she pays more attention to the screen than her surroundings
  • If she does though, Hana does look at you weirdly but she shrugs it off
    • She’s probably heard weirder sounds from other gamers before
  • Hana’s quick to point out any NPC that might ruin your plan as you’re in the midst of making your way to the starting point of your plan
  • She is impressed if you take out a random NPC in a way that she hasn’t seen yet
  • You have tried to explain your plans to her, but you quickly realized that it was better if you showed her through actions instead of words
  • There’s a designated timer on D.Va’s phone that indicates when the two of you should really take a break from whichever open world game you were playing together so the two of you didn’t develop massive sight problems later on

Hanzo Shimada:

  • Much like Reaper, Hanzo is impressed with some of your plans and its unique executions
  • He occasionally uses your plots when infiltrating his childhood home and you’re quick to comment on it as the two of you are leaving
  • Hanzo does get slightly disturbed every time you laugh, but as long as you didn’t instantaneously murder someone on the street, he wasn’t too concerned
    • He does keep a close eye on you though and has his dragons do so if he wasn’t available
  • Although he favors the plans that relies mostly on stealth, he can appreciate some of the extremely creative plans that required you to be in the open
  • Sometimes Hanzo has to pry your fingers off of the controller if it’s starting to get late or if your eyes are starting to droop
  • He won’t lie, it was strange to see someone who could easily experiment with killing a person in a simple video game
  • If Hanzo truly was being honest with himself, he would admit that this would be something Genji may have done had he not ‘died’

Genji Shimada:

  • Is a bit more concerned for your sanity than Hanzo or Reaper is
  • Not because the other two didn’t care about you, but because Genji tended to worry about you a lot more than the others when it came to video games
  • Especially the ones that you could get easily addicted to when it came to plotting the deaths of NPCs
  • It might be hard to get him to open up about his past if you didn’t know him before, but a bit of prying and a few observations led you to the conclusion that Genji used to be heavily involved in the games you were interested in
  • And you can bet that he used to be interested in the same games that you’re into as well
  • Sometimes he lets out a small laugh as well when he watches you pull off the latest plot that you’ve cooked up
    • He does have to admit that they were unique
  • Genji does suggest where you could get the resources you need to tackle your next idea
  • Like Hanzo, he is concerned about your laugh sometimes but knows that you aren’t about to go on a murder spree in real life
  • While he has always preferred tackling assassinations or murders the stealthy way, Genji did enjoy blowing vehicles and/or buildings with RPGs and C4 occasionally
    • And you can bet that he loves seeing what you could come up with when only given either one of those items
    • Who knows? You might end up surprising him
  • Sometimes Genji has to cut you off for the day just so you didn’t pass out in front of the monitor
  • He’ll have you meditate with him until he knows that you’ve calmed down before whisking you off to bed bridal-style

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HELP NEEDED  - please!?

NEW LOKI COSTUME ;___; - please help me out?!! ❤❤❤❤💕💕💕😭😭😭

I am putting my pride aside and begin this early enough, so I can make it in time for the premiere in London - please donate a few pound if you care to see me in the new Loki costume, taking another photo with Mister Hiddleston, together with my best friend in the world @ThatOtherOdinson, this fall for Thor: Ragnarok?! Please?!

It is really tough for me to ask this, after I thought I had my finances back on track a little (but ended up with massive car problems, having to pay 1700pound, that I financed by drawing commissions. which I am STILL finishing to this day.)

I apologise for this, being selfish and all - but it’s the last chance to take @ThatOtherOdinson down to London for the last Thor premiere. Doing that as a team, since we’ve met only because of the Thor-fandom. I intend to take @ThatotherOdinson to the premiere, because it’s the reason we’ve met and it means so much to us together. He is recovering from mental health issues and had to stay offline for a long time now, and couldn’t even cosplay anymore. So this trip would be a huge boost for his emotional well-being. He never did anything like it and it would be the last chance for the Thor movies, which are his favourite.

( my latest costume, newt scamander is finished now and I’m shooting the pics this month!!! *and another big shoot with a Fbawtft in august*)

If you disagree with my choice to ask for help, please take no offence in it (no hate, scroll on - different people make different life choices, there is no reason for negativity). I respect you totally! It would mean so much for us, to me. It feels like all the Loki-related movies come to an end. It’s so much nostalgia and I feel I can take this role on one more time and make it count! But only with your help!

WHERE TO DONATE?!?!
go to paypal.com and send your donation, as a friend, to
galadraeluk@yahoo.co.uk ! Any penny counts ( subject: Loki ragnarok).
With all the material, Helmet, shipping, we might look at 500£ overall. I’m contacting my trusted commissioner tomorrow to get a price that is correct. Thank you for being my supportive friends!!! (the money will ONLY be used for the Loki cosplay, and any penny too much, also only for other Loki cosplays. No pets, no lolita, no other characters. just LOKI. promise!)

I will update you all with screenshots of the payment once we’ve got enough, and make sure to provide evidence that all money was used correctly!

Thank you so much!!!! If you can’t donate, please share to others?!

P.S. I have still three cosplays finished here that I couldn’t wear so far, due to weight gain because of prescription pills, but I worked on myself and will be able to cosplay all three this summer. So don’t feel disappointed, Henry V was already tested and I only need to shrink back into Adams pants XDDD - it’s finally all coming together!

anonymous asked:

re: Akatsuki being half Konoha: Hashirama maybe had a bit of doublethink or something going on. I will say that solid teamwork is *good* for team missions, but there are just as many, if not more, solo missions, so it *should* be the case that even the non-team players should be fine. Except for the rampant prejudice and the dichotomy between Konoha's purported values and the shinobi rules. Case in point: Kakashi's entire backstory. Obito deserted because he was manipulated into seeing his 1/3

team kill each other. Orochimaru was already isolated from the Village in general through no real fault of his up and then … had a mental breakdown of sorts after his team left him (and the *Village*) in the middle of a war? Kind of? And for a Village that ‘cares’ for each other and has people who can *read minds* and would make (are?) good therapists no one saw it. His choices were his own, certainly, but Konoha’s neglect made it easy for things to happen and *keep* happening for a long time. Madara gets a pass because he never bought into Konoha’s beliefs. Kabuto gets a pass because he’s more Orochimaru’s than Konoha’s and is doing exactly what his boss asked him to do. Itachi is … well. Pein, Konan and the others likely suffered massive mental dissonance from seeing their *taught* beliefs go directly against what they witnessed and were told was better for the world. Konoha fucked things up by being too goody-goody and ignoring the darker side of their lives.

I really, really strongly agree with this in all aspects. Hashirama - and Naruto, honestly - are awesome visionaries and dreamers, but they don’t fit into the world they were born in at all. Their values are completely at odds with the world around them, but it’s not presented as a serious problem? Like, a mild inconvenience at best. And going by the epilogue, nothing really changes all that much? It’s kind of confusing. 

A Seiten-Taisei Rant about the new Saiyuki Blast anime:
AKA: Why I’m not as excited about the new anime as I could be

For awhile now I’ve been holding back on posting on tumblr my thoughts on the new anime. I didn’t want to tie my comments to another post, so I have decided to do it’s own post.

Let me be clear, this is why /I’m/ not excited. This post isn’t meant to make anyone else less excited. I’m not here to stomp on someone else’s happiness. You may disagree with me, or you may agree. I welcome comments on the matter.

Because there may be some spoilers, I will put it behind a cut.

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Sole Part 2.0 - Day 1.

Sole Party was created by the wonderful @hawkfurze

I’ve shared art of my beloved “big boy” many times here, but I’ve never really shared who he is. Pat is constantly on my mind and his story has developed so much from that create a character screen until now I only hope I can do him justice in these few paragraphs.

About Pat: Who is He??

This is Pat, ex US army, former veterinary student and current General of the Commonwealth Minutemen.

Pat loves his friends, fighting for what he believes is right and assisting other people in any way that he can. Pat is a friendly person who’d more than likely give you the shirt off of his back, is always smiling and loves to sing and joke. By contrast he tends to be very self critical, has a foul temper and often bites off more than he can chew.

During his time in the army Pat suffered an accident that sent him into early retirement with a spinal injury. Despite being my player character, in my interpretation of the universe Pat is not the “sole survivor” who’s son is stolen from that ill fated vault by a shadowy man, but her best friend both pre and post war who accompanies her as she leaves her mark across the commonwealth. Instead the “sole survivor” role goes to @keep-me-concealed’s Sophie.

Pat is a very large man in every way imaginable, from his towering height, fat belly, and his strong nose (that he hates) Pat is certainly a hard guy to miss. Pat is very self conscious about his height and exaggerated features.

As a result of his past injuries Pat develops a problem with alcohol and later med-x as a way to cope with the pain of both his physical injuries and the emotional trauma of living through the apocalypse.

His ultimate goal is to help return order to the commonwealth and to make a life from himself in a world he struggles to to recognise. Pat also has a massive secret that impacts almost every part of his life, and that could bring him great misfortune if ever it were ever to become common knowledge.

((If anyone has any questions about Pat, or his story feel free to ask. I really can’t express how much I love this character and of how much his story occupies my mind. This is only scratching the surface of his character and There’s much more to come))

HUNGRY HUNGRY DRAGONS

BAKUNAWA IS A FUCKING MASSIVE DRAGON. REALLY FUCKING MASSIVE. THE BIGGEST MOTHERFUCKING DRAGON THERE IS. ALSO, HE’S MADLY IN LOVE WITH THE MOON. 

WHAT SHOULD YOU DO IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE? WELL, BAKUNAWA THINKS THE RIGHT WAY TO FLIRT CONSISTS OF EATING THE MOTHERFUCKING MOON. HE’S NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS SHIT.

BAKUNAWA EATS THE MOON, AND SUDDENLY EVERYTHING IS DARK AND SHITTY. THE PEOPLE ALL PRAY TO BATHALA, THE CHIEF GOD, FOR SOME SORT OF HELP WITH THIS STUPID DRAGON PROBLEM. BATHALA TELLS THEM TO MAKE AS MUCH FUCKING NOISE AS THEY CAN, SO EVERYONE IN THE WORLD STARTS SMASHING ALL OF THEIR POTS AND PANS TOGETHER AS LOUDLY AS THEY CAN UNTIL BAKUNAWA IS SO FUCKING TERRIFIED THAT HE SPITS THE MOON OUT AND FUCKS OFF INTO SPACE, NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN.

camazotz headcanons as requested by @cuddly-god-of-bats!


Loves headrubs and will often bow his head to people he likes to request them.

He’s a deadly god, but he acts kind of silly about it. He’s not as powerful as he makes himself out to be- he does a lot of metaphorical chest-puffing.

That being said, he has a pretty strong bite.

Can smell and track anyone for hundreds of miles. No prey escapes him unless they go through serious lengths to cover their scent.

Really likes shitty horror movies, like Sharktopus and shit like that.

Blood and essence drinking gives him his strength, but he also quite likes fruit.

Does not get mad when people call him cute. He’s adorable and he knows it.

He’s even adorable covered in blood. Who knew.

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Personal Essay: An Honest Introduction | From Between the Seams

“To me, fashion is a gateway to unity.”


This Essay is part of our From Between the Seams series.



        Hot.


        It’s so unbearably hot.


        And I love it.


        This isn’t the skin sizzling summer heat of Melbourne that makes you want to jump into a sea of ice. This is the warm, enveloping Pakistani sun that was created to soothe my aching stomach and calm my dizzy head from the 3 weeks of food poisoning I get just about every visit. This heat is like the feeling you get after seeing a massive family that you barely remember at a young age. The reminder that even though you might feel alone, halfway across the world in a country where you feel like a complete stranger and just about everyone you know is as alone as you, you really aren’t.

        It might be a place you associate with poor plumbing, unreliable electricity and politicians who can’t give a shit about any of the problems that affect the people they govern—unless it affects them too. Yet when I was in my darkest periods of depression as a child, after a day of school full of bullies and equations my mind couldn’t understand and the crippling pressure from my parents to succeed academically, the reminder that there was a place far away from my problems and where I was undoubtedly loved was reassuring.

        When I look back at all this, it’s no wonder that I had a natural affinity for clothes. Growing up, we didn’t have a lot of money. And so like her grandmother did during hard times, my mother turned to sewing. I was always fascinated with my mothers’ ability to take a flat sheet of fabric and turn it into the abstract image she held in her mind. When I was a kid, dealing with the duality of my identity as a Pakistani-Australian ultimately came down to what I wore. My mother wore her dupattas and shawls draped over her head, my sister wore her hijab tightly around her head, and I? I decided I didn’t want to wear any of it. I was the only Pakistani kid in school—us South Asian women have managed to successfully hold on to our way of dress in a way that someone could spot us out of a crowd a million miles away. My mother never stopped wearing her shalwar kameez, just like my friend’s mother who wore hers to work every day. As a kid, I hated it because it made me different amongst my Italian-Australian classmates.

        I never admitted it to myself, but it was true. Much of the bullying I got when I was a child was really because of my Muslimness, my browness, my tan skin, hooked nose and dark hair. I could change my name, my clothes, but never in a million years could I ever change the fact that my parents moved from Pakistan to New Zealand and then to Australia. It really didn’t matter how many Weetbix I ate for breakfast or how much Vegemite I liked on toast (I didn’t—I loathed the shit and still do) or the fact that I had memorised all the songs from Hi-5. I’d never fit in.

        At the end of the day, it seemed to me that I could “fit in” primarily through clothing. Since we didn’t have a lot of money, I always found ways to blend my Pakistani wardrobe into my Western one. I was draping dupattas around my waist and pleating them into handkerchief hem knee length skirts; I was shortening my kameezes into shirts that I could easily wear with jeans and pretend I got from some seaside bohemian holiday destination my family never actually went to.

        When I transitioned to high school, it was easier to fit in. Most of my classmates were also the children of Muslim immigrants from places like Turkey, Serbia, Bosnia, Afghanistan, India, Eritrea; it could have posed as the United Nations if it wanted to. Going there taught me two things about the world: teenage kids are who change stems from, and the easiest way to influence teens is through being part of trends.

        And so I decided to study fashion. Through my practise, I want to explore the effects of colonialism and how living in a post-colonialist society shapes both how we dress and how we view others who dress in particular ways. I am curious as to how South Asian women have managed to keep their different way of dress, embrace it, and create a million-dollar global industry that could rival the Western fashion industry.

        The world in which we live is changing, and as a consequence, so is the way we dress. Our styles are blending and our cultures are mixing. If we let this happen unawares, we could lose things that make us different and proud of our heritage. 


        As a writer, this is my perspective; as a designer, this is my aesthetic.

        I want to explore the boundaries between countries and cultures and come to a resolution between cultural appropriation and cultural appreciation. I want to discover the dialogue in clothing and fashion and how to decipher it. Through my own experience, I’ve found that things become stronger when shared and spread. We are stronger when we work together.

        To me, fashion is a gateway to unity.


author | nida n. is a fashion student and skilled procrastinator at RMIT. likes: random podcasts, fluffy felines and questioning the nuances of culture. dislikes: fascists.

Virgo (sun)

I was literally just ranting to my sister about Virgos and I didn’t understand why until I remembered I was going to make this post. Perhaps I was subconsciously brainstorming for things to say. This is going to be hard because I’m going to try to be as diplomatic as possible but my own personal experience of Virgos hasn’t been all that great. Keep in mind that not all Virgos are the same; I think the problem with Virgos is that when good, they’re amazing, but when bad they’re unbearable. By “good” and “bad” I don’t mean ethically, just in general -how they feel about themselves and all that other crap that makes a person who they are. 

A Virgo who is more secure and actually likes who they are is one of the best people you’ll meet. They’re spunky and weird and interesting and somehow have a million talents; its mind-bogging to watch them juggle it all. An unhappy Virgo is a total nightmare. They’re the most selfish, manipulative, deluded group of people that you’ll come across. Saying that though, I have this one Virgo friend who I really adore. She’s hugely talented, extremely beautiful, and one of the funniest and nicest people I’ve ever come across. And then there is this one Virgo guy who I used to be friends with that was utterly insane. He was vindictive and controlling and crazy. It’s a massive polarity but let me stop being so personal about this and talk about the Virgo as a collective because these are really intriguing people.

I think that when your sun is in Virgo, you’re met with difficulties. Virgo’s tend to have incredible minds with complex thoughts, they view the world geometrically and are all about “reality”. A Virgo can look at a situation and find the core of its problem - they’re so detailed and precise, its hard to hide anything from them. They are the organisers, the workers, the servers, the ones that put everything in a box and arrange the world so that we can understand it better. Of course, its not necessarily true with all Virgos but most of them have this affinity for organisation. Even if you’re a messy one, you will probably know where all your stuff is and get mad if someone tries to mess with it. 

The interesting thing about Virgos is that they are ruled by the planet Mercury. The way that I see it is that Gemini and Virgo are the children of Mercury, but Gemini is its favourite while Virgo has been unjustly neglected. A Virgo doesn’t get the same kind of attention from their parents than another sibling would. This isn’t always the case, but a lot of the time it seems to be this way and it breaks my heart. Mercury’s affect on Virgo is still an amazing one; Virgo is an earth sign but they show the alternative side of earth. They are sensual, but they’re also very “mind” orientated; they are educational and breezy, much like an air sign. 

Virgos are represented by the Virgin, but the irony is that these people are more likely to have had more sexual partners than you. I guess the reason for this is that Virgos love people, much like Gemini, and instead of communicating through words they communicate through their bodies, through doing things things practically in the realm of reality. And I suppose the Virgin represents the purity within them; behind the personas that they put out for the world to see, I think Virgos just want to connect with people intimately and spiritually, but there is always a barrier that distances them from others that they can’t seem to cross. 

There are so many different dimensions to this star sign and I think its one of the most misunderstood in the zodiac. Virgos can be critical, harsh, self-absorbed, passive aggressive - but they can also be affectionate, charismatic, and social. I guess it depends on what kind of Virgo you meet.

Another thing I want to add is that they’re hugely feminine and very maternal - including the men. I know that Cancers are known as the mothers of the zodiac, but a Virgo is like second mother - they are extremely hospitable and kind, especially as they grow older. I think that there is quite a lot of negativity surrounding this sign, but I also think that most Virgos have the potential to be incredible people. 

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It's All About You - Joe Sugg Imagine (Part Three)

Your heart stopped as your eyes met his blue ones. His mouth was slightly ajar and he was staring directly at you and was dressed in a dashing suit. The music began to play and your palms grew sweaty. Jim noticed Joe was in a trance and followed his gaze to you, as he nudged Joe and suddenly the four boys started singing while Joe snapped back into reality and began catching up with the words. “It’s all about you..It’s all about you baby..” They sang softly into their microphones as the music blasted. All of the boys were singing beautifully and every time you heard Joe’s voice being louder than the other boys, your heart did backflips and fluttered crazily like a butterfly in the summer but it also shattered like glass as you thought about how mad you were at him and how mad you still are.

Everybody was cheering the guys on and Zoe, Tanya and Niomi were squealing and clapping for their boyfriends on stage while you laughed and smiled at the sight of the girls, seeing how proud they were of their boyfriends which honestly made you so happy because you were so happy to see your best friends happy. You were enjoying all of the boys vocals and swayed with the girls, you turned to look back to the stage when your heart suddenly leaped to your throat and instantly sped up as you watched Joe jump off the stage and walk towards you and the dancing girls. He flashed you a soft smile, yet you could see the fear in those eyes of his and the nervousness in his smile as he suddenly stood possibly five steps in front of you and everyone watched before they immediately started to take pictures. Your eyes were locked on Joes and he placed the microphone close to his lips and sang. “Yeah, I would answer all your wishes..If you asked me to..” He grinned before his hand grasped yours and he pulled you closely into his chest and stared deeply into your (your/eye/colour) eyes that widened with shock.

“But if you denied me one of your kisses..I don’t know what I’d do…” He smiled and placed a delicate kiss on the back of your hand before he stood back nervously and gave you a hopeful and happy but sad look and walked back to the stage as you stared at the back of his head feeling everything overwhelm you. What. Just. Happened!? You asked yourself as you suddenly released the breath you didn’t realise you were holding until now. You didn’t know how to feel. Why did he sing that to you? Why did he kiss the back of your hand? What’s going on? Why did he look so happy but sad? You suddenly became lightheaded and excused yourself and you managed to wander out of the building and up a few flight of stairs until you were on the roof of the building.

You wrapped your arms around yourself feeling a cool breeze blow by you. Your head was spinning with curiosity, confusion and a feeling you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t want to leave the performance, you just couldn’t look at him. You felt so strongly for him that your heart ached and cried and broke. You’ve been fighting with him for the last few weeks because he’s been ignoring you and then you decide to show up at the event and manage to make eye contact with him and get serenaded with his heart melting voice and now you stood on top of the thirty storey building roof top, looking out over the city of London.

“You were always one for views..” Your breath caught and you turned around to meet the eyes you fell in love with. Joe was standing there, with a guilty look on his face and his hands buried deeply in his pockets. You somehow managed to forget how to talk and your mind was so muddled you didn’t even know what to say if you could talk so you turned back to the view and closed your eyes. “It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?” Joe asked while he moved towards you. “You look gorgeous tonight..” Joe whispered and you could feels his eyes burn into your skin as your cheeks heated up with a blush as you swallowed the lump in your throat and managed to build up the courage in you to ask. “Joe..Why have you been ignoring me?” You breathed out feeling your shoulders tense as he turned to look at you with sad puppy dog eyes. “(Y/N)..If I tell you..You’ll hate me. You’ll laugh in my face and walk away. You won’t want anything to do with me..And I can’t lose you..” He said quietly and you could hear his voice shake. You were fuming and your blood was boiling.

You instantly turned on your heels and frowned. “I’ll hate you!? Joseph Graham Sugg! For the last five weeks, you’ve been ignoring me! You’ve been ignoring my calls, texts, e-mails, tweets, messages, absolutely god damn everything! And you think if you don’t give me an explanation that I’ll hate you? No Joe. That’s not how it works. I’m absolutely furious! Your my best friend Joe! I was there for you when your goldfish died and I helped make a funeral for him when we were four. I was there when we tried to stay awake for Santa Claus when we we’re seven. I was there for you when you let your stick insects escape and I helped you try and find them! You helped me learn to ride my bike! You helped me with my maths homework! You showed me how to be more confident in myself! I’ve been there for you for everything Joe! And you’ve always been there for me up until five weeks ago when you completely shut me out! You’ve made me feel terrible Joe! You’ve made me feel sh*t! And now your telling me that if you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me, then I’ll hate you?” You ranted out furiously, angrily letting your hands fly everywhere and every now and then hit Joe. You felt tears of frustration hit your eyes while your heart broke into pieces of jagged glass for at least the one hundredth time, you opened your mouth, about to continue when suddenly Joe cupped your cheeks and you could see that tears were flying down his cheeks.

“I love you (y/n). I love you so f*cking much. I couldn’t be around you because every time we were together, Jesus I was falling for you harder each second. I love how you always make me happy. I love how every time you laugh, your head always falls back and you’ve got the biggest smile on your face and your eyes crinkle. I love how you always laugh at horror films. I love how when someone compliments you, you always go pink and look down. You always say thank you but you never believe any of the compliments. Your so beautiful (y/n). You’ve got a heart of pure gold and you’ve made me fall for you. I’ve been ignoring you because every time I saw you, you made my heart do this..” Joe whispered quietly keeping his gaze directly with yours, he took your hand and placed it over his heart which made you gasp because you could feel how fast it was beating. It was beating insanely fast that you couldn’t even count the beats. “And every time I see you..I always have to stop myself from doing so many things..I want to be that guy that holds your hand when you go for walks. I want to be that guy to hold all your shopping bags and wait endless hours in a cramped dressing room area and wait for you to try on clothes after clothes. I want to be that guy you come crying to when your angry or sad. I want to be that guy to watch you walk down the aisle one day and I want to watch you walk up the aisle and I want to be that lucky guy, that gets to change your last name and make you mine by saying I do..don’t you see (y/n)? It’s all about you..It’s always been all about you..I want to show you off to my friends and call you my girl and I want to have a family with you..I’m in love with you (Y/N)..I love you so much..So much so that it would kill me to see you with someone else..“Joe whispered as tears flooded down both of your cheeks.

You didn’t know what to say. You were stuck in your own little world, lost within your thoughts. He loved you. Joe Sugg is in love with you. You’ve been dreaming of this and waiting for this moment practically forever and now it was all coming true. You couldn’t control your rapidly beating heart and the dizziness that overwhelmed you until suddenly a pair of warm, lips pushed against yours. You kept your hand over Joes heart while your other hand moved over Joes hands that were holding your cheeks. Joe managed to slip his tongue into your mouth and you both were kissing. Craving one another’s touch and getting lost within the magical kiss. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and it felt so amazing, so perfect. You felt like you were floating away into your dream but this was your dream. When you both pulled back, you looked up to Joes eyes and smiled. “Joe Sugg..You may have been ignoring me for the last few weeks and you may have really angered me but I’ve got a secret..” You whispered quietly looking up to his blue eyes deeply and pushed a strand of his hair away from his face and smiled widely up to him and intertwined your fingers with his. “I love you too..”

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Here’s part three which is the ending of this imagine! I hope you enjoyed reading this imagine as much as I really loved writing it! I have another Joe imagine that’s a four part imagine and ready to post and is completed! If you’d like me to post it then I’d have no problem posting it! I also have many more imagines to come if you’d like them! Don’t be afraid to message me and tell me! Thank you so much for your lovely comments! It seriously means the world to me that you all enjoy my writing! All of your messages put a massive smile on my face! So thank you, thank you so so so much! Lots and lots of love! Xxx

p.s If you’ve got any ideas, don’t be afraid to send them in and I could always try my best to write them! All the love xxx

kazookieplayersplus  asked:

I had a similar discussion when I saw the movie. I'm not disagreeing with your reasoning on Cap, Iron Man, or Thor, they could have easily done the job, but I kinda like that it was Natasha. To me, it was Natasha needing to control the one thing that definitely terrified her in the first Avengers movie. She's been trained to always control a situation and that failure isn't an option, but the Hulk isn't controllable. So the lullaby isn't about him, it's about her. What do you think?

There are a lot of ways I could have liked it being Natasha. I think one of the best ways to read between the lines we were given is the rationale you bring up here– that Natasha fears lack of control, that the Hulk terrifies her, that this is her response to fear. After months of working together, Nat’s figured it out enough that what was once a defiance of her own terror is now an achievement and a connection to feel proud of. Yeah– I like that. 

Another way to read it would be that she recognizes she has a specific connection to Bruce and the Hulk (which is something they bring up in the movie, and then absolutely flub on execution). She sees him, and is reminded of the Red Room’s lovely monster, who Clint once took a chance on, and so she works to find a way to trust him. 

Those are fine–those can be wonderful stories. In terms of romantic or platonic connections among the MCU Avengers, Natasha/Bruce is one I’m rather fond of actually. I’m fond of it, though, because it’s hard to do, because it more than most needs to be earned. (Hint: it wasn’t.)

Natasha is made of layers and layers, lies and false pasts and stolen ones. She will be all things to all people. She will ask Steve Rogers in a (borrowed) car who he wants her to be and when he says how about a friend it will take a moment for her to digest it. She is malleable– by others, by herself, by friends and foes. 

Bruce is a brilliant, tightly controlled knot of anger and compassion. He’s viewed as passive when really it’s just that whatever problems the rest of the world is having, he’s got his own rather massive set to deal with. He doesn’t deceive; he ignores. He lives in a state of constant exhaustion that puts him one step back from other people. 

(One of my favorite lenses with which to view Bruce Banner is that of a person dealing with chronic illness. There’s less property damage generally, but that state of chronic exhaustion; of having to watch your body every moment, to plan three steps ahead to keep yourself from being caught unawares, to damp your reactions because you don’t have the spoons to spare; of not bothering to correct when people talk to you about cures, when they see how well you function and congratulate you on fixing it when you’re still (always) sick/angry/green living under your skin; smiling benignly when the people around you ask you about yoga…)

But anyway– Bruce does not put on layers. Bruce is and then other people drop assumed layers over him–he’s calm, he’s shy, he’s at peace, he’s a monster. Bruce was stripped down to his core years ago, left living when he didn’t want to be. Now he continues, because he doesn’t have other choices. He finds good work to do.

Trust is a precious commodity for Natasha Romanoff. It’s what she’s seeking for all of Cap2; the mute injury on her face when Nick Fury says, “I didn’t know who I could trust,” is one of the most subtly heartbreaking moments of that film. She asks Steve if he’d trust her with his life and he says “I would now,” like he wouldn’t have before. When Zola reveals SHIELD’s betrayal and corruption, it’s Natasha not Steve who whispers, “SHIELD wouldn’t.” This is a woman who wants to trust; who is looking for connection she desperately wants and doesn’t quite expect to find. 

And we’re trying to put her with someone who not only sees the world as a tissue, but who can explicitly not even trust his own body. Bruce has helped build a giant robot so it can punch him into submission if his Hulk gets out. 

Bruce needs steady ground, and Natasha is shifting sands. Natasha needs someone to rely on, someone to trust, and Bruce turns into a giant green rage monster on the occasional random basis. This is a hard ship to write. Those things have to be addressed– and they didn’t do it. 

They stripped off all of Natasha’s careful layers, had her flirt with a straightforward obviousness. There are ways you could get there– she has a level of comfort with the Avengers now that lets her drop those layers, maybe. Or this is a reaction to her horrified realizations in Cap2, that she considered Nick Fury a friend and even a father, SHIELD her family, and they weren’t even sure she wasn’t one of the people out to take Fury’s life. She is desperate for trust, and that could turn into a stubborn effort at transparency. She drops all her acts and tries to be straightforward–sure, I’ll buy it. 

But they didn’t tell us that story. They just said: she’s in love. And we don’t even know how we got there. 

In a lot of ways this has to do with trust– Natasha’s trust but also our trust in the narrative. Joss thinks we trust him. He thinks if he says ‘Natasha fell in love with Bruce’ that we will believe him and fill in the blanks. And we will fill in some blanks, because that’s how storytelling works, but this? We weren’t given any reasons other than 'time has passed’ and 'Bruce is swell’ and 'Natasha is touching the Hulk in minor erogenous zones, because handholding isn’t enough here; we need to make this about sex, okay break out the inner wrist stroking.’

This is a story that can be told, and told well. It can be grounding and illuminating for these two kids and their complicated relationships with trust, bodily autonomy, and guilt. And AoU tried to tell part of it–for all its fumbles in execution (please never never try to imply infertility = monstrousness; I both assume and hope to god that wasn’t their intention, but they sure sounded like it). 

A running theme in AoU was feeling like a monster. They touch on it with several of the Avengers–these are dangerous people, often inhuman in some way, who have left large tracts of destruction behind them. How do you define humanity in the face of gods, disastrous green science experiments, and little girls raised to be ruthlessly lethal porcelain ballerinas? It’s a good question and one of the reasons the Nat/Bruce pairing can be interesting. 

But they didn’t tell that story. They didn’t build it, and that unintuitive jump (especially for Natasha) felt weird. It was the most disconcerting part of a movie I otherwise largely enjoyed. 

You can read into what they gave us and make it work–I plan to. That’s how I like to watch MCU movies, I’ve found. There are things to love in AoU and there are things I can decide to love if I squint hard enough. Bruce/Nat is going to be one of those, though I’m not sure yet if it will be a case of “romance is in the air” or a “oh wow what an interesting and unhealthy dual coping mechanism you’ve both developed here." 

  • Doctor: you have a bad habit of overworking yourself and setting incredibly high standards for yourself in order to please someone who... really isn't there. If you don't have some massive, world-ending challenge to overcome, you feel unfulfilled and purposely make your own life harder and sniff out more problems to solve, even if they're not your own. You could be resting.
  • Me: Sounds about right.
  • Doctor: That's incredibly unhealthy. You have no real "reward" center for your actions- every victory isn't its own victory, it's just a step to something bigger. You never place these standards on other people' shoulders, only your own. Does it ever end?
  • Me: I don't really know.
  • Doctor: You need to start... rewarding yourself for smaller victories. Take a day to not worry, to not really care. Your stress may not currently be impeding your academic progress, but if you crash just once in the middle of it all, then... the pressure might eat you alive.
  • Me: I'll try harder.
  • Doctor: Do you think that success is more important than health?
  • Me: Yes. There's no living unless you're appreciated- I'd rather be sick and loved than healthy and alone.
  • Doctor: 'Success' isn't something you can measure in dollars or credits or inches or pounds. It's different from love. People already love you, and from what you've told me, you push them away in favor of work. You're... gambling with your life and your happiness, aren't you? Putting away affection and help in hopes of getting more later.
  • Me: ...
  • Doctor: You shouldn't do that. You have everything you need around you right now, and you should just focus on enjoying your time while it lasts. I know it's not easy, but you need to face up to your own failures, past and potential. They're not as frightening as you might think.
  • Me: I'll do the best I can.
  • Doctor: That's all anybody could ask. Please stay on your medication.

kayceeaych  asked:

NSFW: FO4 companions wake up panting and horny after a hot dream they had with SS. What was the dream? Preferably a pre-romance, so it's like that sexual tension build up

NSFW: FO4 companions wake up panting and horny after a hot dream they had with SS. What was the dream? Preferably a pre-romance, so it’s like that sexual tension build up

Oooo, this one is gonna be great. I’m gonna do the males first and then the females, because I prefer men to women, obviously.

Danse: His eyes opened suddenly. Mixed feelings. One, he was glad the dream was over with, and another, he wanted it to continue. He glanced over at Ness; who was snoring peacefully in the bed next to him. Sanctuary. It had become more of a home than the Prydwyn of late, and he could feel himself drawing closer and closer to his protege. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He couldn’t fratenize with a fellow soldier. It wasn’t proper. It wasn’t right. He sat up, careful not to creak the bedsprings and wake her up. A massive part of him wanted to crawl up next to her, cradle her in his arms. But the other side, the feeble side, wanted to run away from his feelings. He reached the renovated family room, slumping down onto patched sofa; his head in his hands. Massaging his temples, he snarled outwardly. He didn’t run away from his problems. He never had. He wouldn’t run away from this one either.

Deacon: The feeling wasn’t entirely unfamilar. He’d had these dreams before, awoken covered in unpleasent sticky sweat and a massive feeling of frustration centered in his chest. But it was never about people he actually -knew-. He glanced around nervously; he had been traveling with Nat for awhile now and he saw her as a great friend. Someone you could really trust in this shit hole of a world. He hadn’t though about feelings that went deeper. Never allowed himself.
She was of course, sleeping only a few inches away from him, rolled on her side. She was increidibly beautiful; and it wasn’t just her form. She was a damn ferocious Deathclaw, too. It’s what made her so damn hot. The dream flashed before his eyes. Sticky sweat, tantalizing kisses. He tries to push the thoughts out of his mind, chastizing himself. It was just a dream after all. But it brought ot the surface so much more.

Nick: I cannot do Nick justice atm so I REALLY apologize to those who adore him. It’ll come, I’m just blocked with his character. You guys deserve more than a half hearted attempt.

Cait: She let out a curse; it had to be close to dawn. Green tinged the skylined. She had had the most confusing, yet wonderful dream; full of hot, panting sex and gasps of pleasure. She had mixed feelings about the whole thing, though. Course, the dream had been with Stan. She’d had plenty of sex dreams before, but none with her close friend and ally. She realized they brought to the surface so many emotions she had repressed. Tonight, she wanted sleep. Closing her eyes, she begged the images die where they stood, and drifted back off.

Piper:“Right there, blue!” She panted, her hand between her legs only to open her eyes and blink. Was it a dream? Of course it was. Suddenly a wash of complicated, sticky emotions poured over her, leaving her dizzy with confusion. Did she have these feelings for him? Damn, he was handsome. And kind. And abouslutly perfect. Yup, she had feelings for him alright.
“Well Piper, look at the mess you’ve made yourself now.” She thought, a scowl creasing her lips. She had quite literally printed her own damning story. “No…I could work with this.” She wormed her way out of tricky situations before. She could do it again. By whatever God existed, she wanted Blue. She would make it known to him.

Curie: “Oh mon dieu!” She gasped. What sort of dream was that? It was so…naughty! She shouldn’t be having throughts like this. Yet she had to admit, she enjoyed them. Her dreams since she had become…human…were often just flashes of color or shadows of words spoken throughout her day. This had been a full on sex dream, complete with intense longing and desire. Her core ached with frustration. Panting, she shoved off her covers and dressed, ready to have an early day. No way could she sleep after that.

X6: He wasn’t supposed to be having these dreams. He sat perfectly straight up in bed, rubbing his dark, shadowed eyes. Perhaps it was an error in his programing; he was never supposed to fraternize sexually with Father’s…mother. He scowled, looking down at his hands. He decided to push the images away for now, and perhaps think of them later when his body wasn’t so tired.

McCready: “Damn baby.” He giggled in his sleep, only to suddenly realize he was quite awake, incredibly aroused, and covered in sweat. The heat was sweltering. He peeled off his covers, pulling himself to the edge of the bed and stretching. Gah, what was that? Why did he have that dream? It was so…infuriating, because damn, he enjoyed it. He glanced over at Nat, who was snoring with her head cradaled in her arm. He smiled; which turned into a scowl when he realized it. No…they couldn’t. He grabbed his rifle from the bed stand, threw it over his shoulder and decided that, until she woke up, he’d give it a good clean.