abandoned it for so long

| HAWKE SIBLINGS | DA2 | Legacy |

“…I ask only that you learn to accept yourselves, regardless of flaws or strengths inherited. That you allow yourselves to love and to be loved, for it can breed wonderful things. That you keep each other safe from harm; the Hawke name means little if there is no one left to bear it. Yet know that, should conflict arise, I would prefer your happiness to my legacy each and every time.”

Highlights from Firebringer
  • duck is lord 
  • sexuality and female empowerment being treated as a given, instead of being ignored or poorly represented as much of popular media currently does
  • the whole cast swearing like sailors 
  • the music (hello, percussion!), choreography, and costume/set/puppet design 
  • “all hail emberly, the fire shitter”
  • Brian Holden’s lone nipple 
  • the new cast members: Lauren Walker (Molag) being absolutely hilarious & having an amazing stage presence; Jamie Burns (Chorn) having the voice of a goddess; and Tiffany Williams (Tiblyn) being the cutest human being ever
  • shameless kissing 
  • “i don’t really want to do any work today” - same, Zazzalil, same
  • clark baxtresser blessing us with his presence since prehistoric times
  • rachael spanking joey
  • the shadowpuppets during “the night belongs to snarl”
  • THE GAY
  • schwoopsie inventing stand-up comedy 
  • privileged fucks becoming the starkid slogan of 2k17
ART TIP: Keep a balance between digital and traditional art

because there are things traditional art will teach you that digital art won’t, and the same goes the other way

5

Owainigo FEH C, B, A & S Supports (+ Intermission)

Honestly, being a fic writer sucks. Like, I know I’ve joking talked to @xambedo about how if fandoms were totem poles (probably a super bad analogy, I know) fic writers would be towards the bottom. Not the very bottom, because fics are generally more relevant than AMVs (which are hella awesome and deserve way more recognition because editing videos and matching clips is hard), but certainly not towards the top either.

Some lovely things that come with being a fic writer:

  • Being told you’re not a “real” writer. Because it’s entirely irrelevant that fanfiction has created a new wave of writers and most are entirely self-taught. I learned more writing fics between the ages of 13-18 than I ever did in school, so much so that my Creative Writing professor in collage told me there was “nothing more he could teach me.”
  • Fanfiction, as a whole, has a generally negative connotation. You find any book to movie adaptation that didn’t go well at all and people say it was “written like fanfiction.” Not “bad fanfiction” just “fanfiction. Never mind that there’s so much good fanfiction (some of which being better than the actual source material).
  • Need to pay the bills? Want to try commissions? A patreon? Good luck! 
  • The overall lack of response sucks. Generally speaking, even the most popular writers in fandoms struggle to get their work spread around. On a good day you can get maybe 100-300 notes on a fic (wide range, but that’s exactly how much it varies), and that depends on when you post it, how many times you reblog it yourself, and chance. A lot of people just don’t reblog fics
  • There are no good sites to post fics. FF.net is dysfunctional 70% of the time, AO3 is complicated to use and people are even less likely to leave comments there, and Tumblr just isn’t very welcoming to writers (I’ve been told several times that I should just move to a different platform. Jokes on you, even sites dedicated to fic writers absolutely suck. There’s no winning, only exhaustion and resignation.)
  • Reviews/Comments are frustrating as all heck. Either readers don’t review, they leave magnificent comments that touch your soul, or you get twelve reviews telling you to “update” despite the fact that you just did an hour ago. I promise you, fic writers watch their email like a hawk after updating, and the moment they open that first email saying they have a review and see it’s just telling them to update again, they deflate. And it’s not that people don’t have the time or don’t know what to say, they just… don’t want to. 
  • (Sidenote: try bribing your readers sometime, just to see for yourself. If you have a consistent schedule, casually slip in that “hey, if this chapter can hit *insert number slightly higher than the average* reviews, I’ll update *insert earlier date than when you would be updating*.” Like, just try that once. I swear you’ll get least a few more reviews than normal.)

Blahblahblah, I’m whining, if you’re going to reblog this to be a snarky asshole and call fic writers entitled/greedy/etc how about you consider not doing that and maybe just let fic writers be frustrated over things. Writing is hard.

On Love: Victor

                                                     Meta Time

Disclaimer: these are my opinions and therefore they may be subjective to my experiences. This is not the only interpretation, but only my interpretation.


Remember when Victor said he neglected both life and love for over twentysome years?

I personally do not believe that he was unloved or didn’t have a chance to love. He simply NEGLECTED to see the importance of perhaps such relationships. To neglect implies availability. You can’t neglect something you don’t have/or have a chance at. 

And I guess that makes it more painful for Victor’s narrative. We have a man who, as Yuri says, has “the world in his hands”. Victor Nikiforov has immense fame, wealth, looks, adoration, and talent. He has it all. He has dedicated himself to pursue these things. But in the process, he has probably pushed away those who offered him love or life. Fame and wealth can only nourish you for so long before you eventually fall from the lack of emotional sustenance that love (platonic or romantic) gives you. Some of the strongest skating routines employ love. Love gives power, motivation, and inspiration. Look at the way Yuri was motivated by his Grandpa. Look at the powerful way Phichit skated for his country, adamant on making history. Look at the way Otabek was inspired by Yuri. Love sustains their performance and gives them a will to skate on. 

Victor skated and skated and skated beautifully, until one day, he just couldn’t continue on anymore. It was done. He has become emotionally drained, uninspired, and confused. 

It’s also interesting because so much of the world loves him. He’s a living legend and probably a national hero in Russia. He has throngs of adoring fans throwing themselves at him but yet he is painfully lonely. 

This is because Victor doesn’t accept this love. He has Maccachin, yet he also admits that he has only spent so much time with him in Hasetsu. In essence, this points to Victor’s continuous rejection of the love that he is offered. He has pushed away every chance he had at discovering love. 

Until Yuuri literally flings himself onto Victor’s chest. Drunk!Yuuri gives zero fucks about holding back and literally shoves his pent-up love into Victor’s face and overwhelms him. 

I feel that it was one of the major actions that catalyzed Victor’s realization of how potent love can be. Remember, Yuuri has IDOLIZED Victor for years, mimicking his routines, collecting all his photoshoots and magazines. And all that love came out in a drunken whirlwind of events. Victor was most literally swept off his feet. Yuuri danced with him. Yuuri seduced him. Yuuri asked him out (all the way to Hasetsu woop). In short, that was the night Victor probably realized how fun love could be and perhaps how much he desired it. 

LOOK at this man’s eyes.

And when that love was taken away (after Yuuri forgot everything), Victor was probably hurt. A lot of users have pointed out how “Stammi Vicino” was Victor’s way of longing after Yuuri. A lot of users have also pointed out how Victor was going to skate “On Love: Eros” if he had continued training for the next season; a skate literally based off of how Yuuri seduced him and then abandoned him. I believe both of these theories have credibility and points to how much Victor tries to chase after love after he has met Yuuri. 

After Yuuri skates to “Stammi Vicino”, I believe Victor finally decided that he wasn’t going to neglect his chance at finding love and inspiration like he had done so for so long. So he abandons almost everything he has built. 

His luxurious lifestyle. His undefeated legacy/title. 

He abandons it all in pursuit of the only thing he knew would sustain him, give him hope and joy and inspiration for the rest of his life:

love 

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On his last day, Shouyou made the best kind of mistake.

He’d joined Kageyama on the exercise field regularly. So far this had mostly consisted of more races, a few tosses of the spear-like javelin, and one ill-advised wrestling match that hadn’t been very strenuous, as far as wrestling went, but had still ended with Shouyou panting and red in the face, pinned to the ground under Kageyama within moments. It was not a bad place to end up, but it was still dangerous for Shouyou’s resolve, and he hadn’t asked to try again.

His attempts to persuade Kageyama into showing him how to throw a discus were a different matter.

Shouyou had been fascinated by the sport, unable to stop thinking about it in the days since he’d first seen Kageyama’s perfect form as he moved through the motions. But six days was hardly enough time to grasp the basics, let alone become competent. This made Shouyou very impatient.

“Not that one,” Kageyama said, the instant Shouyou went to grab a full weight discus, instead of one of the lighter practice versions he’d been using up until that day.

“It’ll be fine,” Shouyou said. He lifted the disk and puffed out his cheeks, adjusting his stance at the surprising heaviness.  

“Oy.” Kageyama squinted at him. “Do you remember when we first raced, and I told you to take off your shoes or you might fall, and you said—”

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I want the universe to understand that when I ask for the darkness, I don’t certainly mean solitude, even if I want it at the times I refuse to give in for the people who don’t understand what I’m teaching my soul from feeding a random cat in the streets, or holding a friend so tightly, ignoring the scars all over his arms from last night’s battle he had to go through again, or complimenting a girl with a short dress instead of gazing at her black knees, the way they do, you see, I want to be able to steal a kiss or two on the same sidewalk where someone had stolen an old lady’s bag earlier in daylight, then cussed at this couple holding hands like they were the biggest sinners in town, I want to graffiti an abandoned wall with my heart that has been burdening my sleeve for so long, I still didn’t decide to grow apart from it, because I care, I always want to care, in the night, I hear everything calling, that’s why I think it’s always the right time to know how to let go, to blow my hands cold, put the ache of my open wounds to sleep, I just want the universe to believe in me, infinitely, to help me make friends with the contaminated parts of my soul, maybe they aren’t as black as the darkness I ask for, and maybe the darkness isn’t black, it’s just deeper than the rest.
—  hannah-mu 
Till Death Do Us Part

Bucky Barnes X reader X Steve Rogers

Summary- In a world where everyone is born with the name of their soulmate-or soulmates- on their wrist the reader has the horrible fate of being bound to two dead soldiers. That is until she sees Captain America fighting in New York. Does she run from her destined love or does she go to him?

Message- This is a soulmate AU! My first one!! This is part one, I will make a part two at some point!! Sorry if it sucks!!!

Word Count- 1374

In a world where everyone’s soulmate (or soulmates) was written on their wrist there were bound to be a few errors. You were one of those errors. You had two names written on your wrists- something upon hearing made a lot of people jealous. That jealousy only lasted until they read the names, then it turned to pity. They pitied you because your two soulmates died in the 1940’s. They were the famous Steve Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes, they were Captain America and his most trusted best friend, both sacrificing their lives in the name of freedom. You had resented them for a very long time. You had cursed destiny on many occasions. It had gotten better when you had joined a support group for “errors”-those who were born with a dead soulmate or those who didn’t have a name at all. They didn’t pity you, they were able to understand your bitterness and you were all there for each other. You all learned from each other, you now kept your wrists covered and you would never tell people the names that would mark your skin forever.

****

You had been on a plane with your boss Pepper Potts when your life changed forever. Aliens were currently invading New York City but you couldn’t focus on that because Captain America was on the TV screen.

“I-Is that Steve Rogers?” you whisper.

“Yeah. According to Tony, SHIELD found him and the plane he went down in a couple of weeks ago. He was still alive-obviously.” Pepper answered. “Why do you ask?” She said while eyeing you suspiciously. She watched as your rubbed your fingers over where Steve’s name was. Eventually you tug your sleeve up and show her your mark.

“I-I thought you said you didn’t have a soulmate.”

“I thought he was dead. It was just easier to tell everyone that I didn’t have one.” You whisper. You and Pepper shift closer to each other as the two of you watch your soulmates fight for the world.

****

It had been about a week since the battle. You had been avoiding the tower like the plague. You had come clean to Pepper, showing her your other mark as well. You had cried into her shoulder as you told her how you had hated the two men for so long. How you had always felt a little broken knowing that you would never get to love them like they had loved each other, while they were alive. You tell her how you had grown used to the idea of being alone and now that you knew that you had one of your soulmates out there you were paralyzed in terror. Your phone starts to ring.

“Hello?” you say.

“Y/N, you need to come to the tower. Steve thinks that he lost both of his soulmates. He thinks that you were born during his time and he thinks he’s all alone.” Pepper says.

“I-I’m not ready for that. I’ve been alone my whole life. He can deal with it for a couple months while I get used to the fact that one of my soulmates is alive.” You whisper.

“Please, Y/N. I don’t think I can take it. You don’t need to date the guy right away, just talk to him. Tell him how you feel about everything.” Pepper says.

“Fine, I’ll be over in an hour. I’m probably going to scream at him. So just prepare yourself for that.” You say.

“I can deal with yelling. Bye, Y/N”

“Bye.” What the hell did you just agree to? You were not ready to meet him. You take a deep breath and start to walk to the tower.  New York was destroyed but the clean-up was going surprisingly fast thanks to Tony. Eventually you make it to the tower, you take a deep breath and walk in. Pepper had texted you the floor number that they were on while you had been walking over. You had to take the stairs because the elevator was still out. When you get to the right floor you start to hear voices, one of them was close to hysterics.

“W-we looked before the war, but it was harder then. We couldn’t just look her up on the google. She must have hated us, both of her soulmates abandoned her for the glory of war or maybe she died during the war to. Can we look her up? Is that possible, Tony?” Your heart stops when you realize who you were listening to. Even while sobbing his voice was gorgeous. In that moment all of the hate and resentment you had ever felt towards your two soulmates left your body. You kind of felt lighter, like the hate had been weighing you down. You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Hello, Pepper said I could find Steve here.” You say as you take in the scene. Tony was doing his best to comfort Steve, but it wasn’t really working. Most of the other Avengers where spread throughout the room, eyeing you curiously.

“Who are you?” Natasha asked.

“I’m Peppers assistant. My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N.” As soon as your name left your mouth the room went from curious to chaotic. Steve sobbed a bit.

“Are you named after your grandmother? Was she able find someone to love? Are you here to tell me about m-my soulmate?” Steve asked, while tears rain down his cheeks. He thought you were coming to tell him about his dead soulmate. You don’t really know how to respond so you walk closer to him and then you just take your jacket off and show him your wrists. You can hear his breathing stop as he looks at his name on your left wrist and his other soulmates name on your right. He collapses and lands on his knees. Then he wraps his arms around you and starts to sob even more. You start to run your fingers through his hair.

“Would you guys mind giving us a minute?” You ask the rest of the Avengers. They all nod and start to file out of the room.

“I-I thought I was alone. Buck and me have been looking for you since we were kids. How are you here? How did you f-find me?” You explain everything to him. You tell him about how you had always felt abandoned by them and how you had hated the two of them for so long. “D-do you still hate me?” Steve whispers. You tell him no. Eventually the two of you move to the couch and the two of you sit there for hours, getting to know each other.

****

It has been about 6 months since you met Steve. Things had moved quickly and he was now living with you. The two of you were currently lying in bed, talking about Star Wars.  Steve tells you that Bucky had been really into science and that he would have loved the movies. Eventually the conversation dies down and the two of you cuddle in a comfortable silence.

“Hey, Stevie?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think that maybe Bucky’s still alive? Maybe he doesn’t remember who he is? You told me that when Hydra captured him they gave him the serum. So maybe he survived the fall and Hydra went looking for him.” You whisper. Steve tenses for a moment and then he starts to think about what you said. He has to admit it makes sense.

“We should start looking for him.” Steve says as tightens his hold on you. Eventually the two of you fall asleep, while thinking of your other soulmate.