and you have half a brain

markwatnae  asked:

quobi meeting in the E.R/A&E au

             “Excuse me? Excuse me?”

             Obi-Wan jerked awake with a startled noise, his head snapping up off the wall beside his chair. For a moment he blinked blindly ahead, and then his brain focused and he stared at the man in front of him, who smiled back apologetically.

             “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said.

             Obi-Wan blinked again, still a little groggy after his unintentional nap. It took him another few second to find his words again.

             “It’s alright,” he finally managed, rubbing a hand over his face in a half-hearted attempted to clear the sleep from his eyes. “I must have nodded off. It’s probably a good thing you woke me.”

             The man nodding in understanding. “You’re probably going to have a hell of a crick in your neck regardless, I’m afraid. But here, I did actually have a reason for disturbing your nap.” He held out a familiar black leather wallet. Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide.

             “My wallet!” He took it gratefully, slipping it back into his coat pocket with his keys. “Thank you so much! I didn’t even realize I had dropped it.”

             “No trouble at all.” The man’s smile was warm, and he folded his hands into his lap. “I found it on my way in. I’m afraid I did have to snoop a bit, to figure out who it belonged to.”

             Obi-Wan smiled back. “I’m sure I can forgive some minor snooping, since you were able to return it to me. Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He offered a hand, and the man reached up to shake it.

             “It’s good to meet you, Obi-Wan. My name is Qui-Gon Jinn.”

             Releasing Qui-Gon’s hand, Obi-Wan shuffled his chair back, leaving more room for the other man to station his wheelchair across from him. Once that was done, Qui-Gon asked, “So what brings you to Coruscant General, Obi-Wan?”

             Obi-Wan smiled. “My brother’s wife is in labor. I’m here for emotional support.”

             Qui-Gon smiled, wide and genuine. “Congratulations to the both of them. And to you. You all must be excited.”

             Obi-Wan laughed, remember Anakin’s panicked phone call, demanding Obi-Wan meet them at the hospital. “Perhaps not at this moment, but yes, they are. What about you?”

             “Standard procedures,” Qui-Gon said. At Obi-Wan’s questioning look, he elaborated. “I’m paraplegic. I got in a motorbike crash a few years back, and well,” he gestured at his legs, his expression a touch self-deprecating, “That’s all she wrote.”

             “I’m so sorry,” Obi-Wan murmured, and Qui-Gon nodded and continued, “I’m here fairly regularly for physical therapy and exercise therapy.” The man glanced down at his watched, and then sighed and ran a hand over his head and down the length of his ponytail. “But apparently I was a little eager today. Perhaps I could interest you in a cup of coffee? It’s horrible stuff, but you look like you could use the caffeine.”

             Obi-Wan pulled a face. “Tell me this place has half-decent tea and I’m yours,” he said, and Qui-Gon grinned.

             “A man after my own heart,” he laughed. “Come on, let’s go see what we can find.”

It’s this exact “use asexuality however you want to!” sentiment that -proves- that there is no set definition, which inevitably leads to the fact that there is no tangible, provable “aphobia.” Because to have a -phobia, there has to be something specific that you’re against. And if asexuality is just whatever ya want it to be, then it’s not a valid axis of oppression.

So, asexuals can feel sexual attraction? It just means they’re sex repulsed? So, you would also have to agree then that straight people who are sex repulsed are oppressed/LGBT and have fun trying to get that past literally anyone with half a brain.

In Memory of Carrie Fisher: Princess Leia Roleplaying Sentence Starters
  • "Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking, Nerf-herder!"
  • " Captain, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited."
  • " I'd just as soon kiss a Wookiee."
  • "I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain."
  • "Well, I guess you don't know everything about women yet."
  • "I hope you know what you're doing."
  • "You don't have to do this to impress me."
  • "Would it help if I got out and pushed?"
  • "I happen to like nice men."
  • " Stop that. My hands are dirty."
  • " I am not a committee!"
  • " I thought you knew this person."
  • " I have a bad feeling about this."
  • " We're going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer."
  • "Some day you're gonna be wrong, I just hope I'm there to see it."
  • "You certainly have a way with people..."
  • "I don't know who you are or where you came from, but from now on you'll do as I tell you, okay?"
  • "Someone has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, fly boy."
  • "I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board."
  • "Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?"
  • " It's a wonder you're still alive."
  • "Will someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?"
  • "You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought."
  • "You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive."
  • "Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything. Or anybody."
  • "They let us go. It was the only reason for the ease of our escape."
  • "I knew there was more to you than money.
  • "Put that thing away, you're gonna get us all killed!"
  • "Looks like you've managed to cut off our only escape route."
  • "This is some rescue! You came in here, but didn't you have a plan for getting out?"
  • "You're a jittery little thing, aren't you?"
  • "Who have they found to pull that off?"
  • "You know, no matter how much we fought I've always hated watching you leave.
  • "You think I want to forget him? I want him back."
  • Me: okay brain, I'm gonna sleep
  • Brain: okay
  • Me: so you have to be quiet
  • Brain: okay
  • Me:
  • Brain:
  • Me:
  • Brain:
  • Me: -half asleep-
  • Brain: the snack that smiles back
Gentle

Steve x reader 

Notes: Smut, fluff, swearing, just smutty rly. 

A/N: Steve x reader. I know, right? Didn’t know I had it in me (that sounds wrong. So, so wrong), but here we are. And lets be honest. The man is fucking adorable. And.. ever seen him in a suit? Hot damn. Enjoy! x

Originally posted by music-is-love-4ever

“Can’t sleep?”

You looked up from the files in your lap and smiled, Steve stood next to the couch, holding out a mug to you with a similar smile on his lips.

“Never” you answered, only half-joking and took the mug from him with a soft ‘thanks’. “Why are you up, Cap? Don’t you have an early training session with Sam tomorrow?”

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I do..” he took a deep breath but didn’t seem to let the air go when he spoke, “but sometimes I just can’t get my brain to shut off. And my mom used to say that a bed is for sleeping, not thinking”

You chuckled softly, “Meaning?”

Steve shot you a lopsided smile, “Meaning, if you can’t catch sleep because you’re thinking too much, get out of bed for a while and try again later”

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artristica  asked:

how about they have a two huge courts (sky courts??) where they rule for half a day before swapping with each other? and whenever they pass each other to run the other court, it's dusk/dawn. days when the sky seems lifeless (or boring) it's because they are with each other and not in their courts

and eclipses are the times they are seen together publicly in court

BRO. 

I LOVE IT!! LOOK AT THIS. this is amazing oh my gosh this is so cool I SECOND THIS!!!

you have a wonderful brain my dude 

While waiting in line, the guy in front of me was singing Heathens by tøp. His voice was smooth but he kept singing only the chorus part and it annoyed me because he was missing out on the other good parts. So I timed my entrance and joined in on the rap part. 

Him: All my friends are heathens, take it slow. Wait for them to ask you who you know. Please don’t make any sudden moves. You don’t know the half of the abuse. 

Him: *about to break into another chorus* 

Me: *cuts him off from behind him* 

Me: Welcome to the room of people who have rooms of people that they loved one day. Docked away. Just because we check the guns at the door doesn’t mean our brains will change. From hand grenades. You’ll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You’ll never know the murderer sitting next to you. You’ll think, “How’d I get here, sitting next to you?" 

 Both of us: But after all I’ve said, please don’t forget– 

And we fucking killed it. We finished the whole song. Fucking lit. It was unrehearsed. It was spontaneous. It was amazing. 

My whole life as a frustrated rapper has surely led me to this monumental moment.

I was looking up pictures of the Jedi council room and I couldn’t help noticing Obi-Wan in every shot because while everyone else sits very formally and/or a bit awkwardly we have Obi-Wan just half laying on one arm like he’s in some sort of photo shoot. 

I mean, look at his body language compared to the others:

Then, there is of course this one: 

Obi-Wan, what are you doing.

Honestly. The leg. Why.

Pizza

okay, i’m too stressed looking at election results (fuck you florida, get your shit together) so have a stripper au i was too chickenshit to post (bc i don’t really like stripper aus, so this was a challenge). i don’t think i posted this already, but i did share it with a bunch of people privately so my brain is all confused. ~1700 words, adorable cat named pizza


“Come here often?”

“I…”

Eren looked around at the half naked bodies lining the stage and the horny middle-aged women screaming at them and Jean smirking as the stripper pulled him into the VIP room.

“Relax, it was a joke.”

The man pushed him into the dimly lit room.

“Sit, but try to only sit on one asscheek these cushions have so much shit and spit and cum on them it’ll make your head spin.”

Eren’s mouth hung open, still a little buzzed from the shots earlier until the words registered.

“You’re…not very good at sexytalk,” Eren said.

“Not paid to talk, I’m paid to dance,” the stripper said, teasing by dipping his fingers down beneath his thong.

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Do you ever find yourself watching something multiple times and having your mind blown every single time by how gosh darn good it is? ‘Cause like…

…all of those half-hour episodes from WOY season 2? Hokey smoke. Whenever I think of what it is that I love most about this show, my brain immediately screams “IT PRETTY”. And it is, it’s eye candy at its purest. And, as an artist, great material to study. I remember waiting for these episodes to get released on iTunes and being so excited to get to go through them frame by frame so I could observe every detail and movement. The show in general is already pretty top-notch, but I felt these ones in particular really went above and beyond.

And even though i’ve seen these episodes numbers of times, I still feel that same excitement from when I first saw them. I already know what’s gonna happen, I can see it all playing in my head, but I can never take my eyes off the screen.

It just makes me wonder how good season 3 would have looked, if it would’ve continued to raise the bar. But for now, i’m forever glad these episodes exist.

“Hey, Mags?”

Maggie looked up from where she was laying on Alex’s bed, her nose having been buried in an astronomy book for the last half hour, and focused her blurry gaze on her friend, who had been just moments ago entirely focused on her biology homework but was now staring at Maggie with something like trepidation in her eyes. (Ten points for SAT word, Sawyer, her brain supplied).

“What’s up?” Maggie asked, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Her spine cracked slightly at the change in position and she grunted. “I’m getting old,” she murmured.

Alex snorted. “You’re only sixteen,” she pointed out.

“And a half,” Maggie rebutted. “Seriously though, what’s up?”

Alex looked down at her lap for half a second before turning her gaze back to Maggie’s. “You like girls, right?”

Maggie furrowed her brow. “Yes…” she said. “That’s what the word ‘lesbian’ means, Alex. We’ve been over this, like, multiple times. You said you were cool with it.” Maggie had come out less than a year ago and Alex had never really seemed to mind the fact that she liked girls. In fact, Alex was like 90% of her support system. Her parents were the other 10% but they hadn’t really warmed up to the idea yet. Her father still believed she’d bring home a boy one day and tell them it was just a fluke and that she’d been straight all along.

Like that would happen.

“I am cool with it!” Alex insisted. “I’m totally cool with it. One hundred percent. Totally cool. Like ice cold.”

Maggie snorted. “Yeah, you’re the Ice Cube of allies,” she teased. “So what’s up, cool cat? Why did you wanna confirm my attraction to girls? You’re not trying to set me up again, are you?”

“What? No!” Alex huffed. “Besides, you’re way too picky.”

“The last girl you set me up with asked for a lock of my hair on the first date, Alex. You should probably raise you’re standards if you think I was in the wrong to break it off.”

“Whatever,” Alex huffed, waving it off. “Not the point.”

“Then please get to it, already; I have a test tomorrow.”

“You could’ve just taken biology with me. Less tests.”

“Alex.”

“Right. So you’ve, erm, kissed girls before, haven’t you?”

“Uh, yeah,” Maggie replied. “I have. You know I have. You’ve seen it.” Alex had been pretty much the third wheel when Maggie invited her now-ex, Ramona, to their movie night. She’d had to watch the two girls make out halfway through Star Wars. She’d made faces at them until they stopped.

“Right,” Alex said, her cheeks heating up at the memory. “So you, um, know how to do it right?”

“I guess so? I’ve never had any complaints.” Maggie grinned, cockily. She’d kissed six girls, total, since coming out. And it was always great. For them, anyway. There’s been one or two she would not want another experience with. “Why?”

“Well…you’re kind of like a boy then, right?”

Maggie just stared at Alex for a long time, unblinking. Then she narrowed her eyes. “Okay,” she said, “this can go one of two ways. 1. I walk out of here right now and we never speak of this again. Or 2. I punch you in the face for comparing me to a boy just because I like to kiss girls. Your pick.”

“Mags, that’s not what I…” Alex sighed. “I just meant that I, uh, kissed Jordan yesterday.”

“Um, okay? So?”

“So I…I think he’s doing it wrong?”

“Doing it wrong? How do you do that wrong?”

Alex shrugged. “I have no idea. He’s the only boy I’ve ever kiss and I’m pretty sure I’m the only girl he’s ever even been near, so…” She shook her head. “It just feels…wrong. And sloppy. Like he doesn’t really know where to put his lips, you know.”

“Okay, so what does that have to do with me?” Maggie asked.

“Well,” Alex said, looking back down at her lap, “I was kinda hoping you’d, um…showmehowtodoitright!”

“Huh?” Maggie asked, tilting her head.

Alex swallowed thickly. “Show me how to kiss right,” she said far more slowly, not meeting Maggie’s eyes. “This way, I know how it’s supposed to be done. For the next time. Not with Jordan, though.” She made a face and Maggie snorted.

“You sure you wanna kiss me?” she asked. “I mean, you might accidentally fall in love with me if you do.”

Alex scoffed. “So humble.”

Maggie snickered. “But, seriously,” she said. “Are you sure?”

Alex nodded, resolutely. “I need to know that it’s not just me,” she said. “Besides, you’re my best friend. Who better to teach me?”

“I guess…” Maggie said. “As long as you’re sure about this.”

“I am,” Alex insisted, rolling her chair closer. “Now go ahead; lay one on me!” She close her eyes and leaned forward, missing the way Maggie rolled hers and took a small breath before leaning in as well.

She hesitated for only a second before planting her lips on Alex’s, letting out an involuntary sigh as they touched. She pulled back a second later. “Your lips are really soft,” Maggie commented. “What kind of chapstick–”

“Can we talk about that later, please?” Alex sighed.

“Right.” Maggie dove back in, pressing her lips against Alex’s again and reaching out to grasp at her waist as she felt her start to roll away on the chair. Their lips moved hesitantly against one another’s, feeling each other out for a while, before Alex became a little bolder, her tongue poking out to swipe along Maggie’s lower lip. Maggie inhaled sharply.

“Sorry,” Alex said, pulling back. “Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” Maggie chuckled. “You’re a quick learner.”

Alex snorted. “I have a pretty good teacher,” she said as she leaned in again. This time, her lips were slightly parted when they touched Maggie’s and her hands reached tentatively for Maggie’s dimpled cheeks, stroking them with her thumbs as her other fingers tangled in the tendrils of Maggie’s hair.

It felt…nice.

When there was a knock at the door, Alex practically shoved Maggie off the bed as she flew back to her desk. The door opened a second later and Alex’s younger sister, Kara, popped her head in.

“Dinner’s ready,” she said, barely registering the flustered looks on the girls’ faces. “Eliza wants to know if you’re staying for dinner, Maggie.”

“Um, not tonight,” Maggie replied, praying that her face wasn’t as beet red as it felt. “Maybe another time. I should get home actually.” She tucked her Astronomy book back into her book bag and slipped her feet into her sneakers, before walking to the bed and giving Alex a goodbye hug as the other girl stood as well. “See you, tomorrow, Alex,” she said, as casually as possible.

“Yeah,” Alex replied. “See ya, Mags. Thanks for your help.”

Maggie gave her a dimpled grin. “Anytime, Danvers.” She patted Kara on the head as she made her way out. “Little Danvers.”

“I’m taller than both of you!” Kara sniffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared after Maggie. Alex laughed as she stood and wrapped her arms around Kara.

“Aww, my big little sister!” she cooed, teasingly.

“Alex!” Kara groaned. “I could throw you out a window, you know.”

“But you won’t,” Alex replied, confidently. “Because you loooooove me.”

“Rao knows why,” Kara huffed, but didn’t resist as her sister led her out of the room and downstairs.

A couple days later, Alex and Maggie were once again doing homework together.

Then Alex sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Maggie asked.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Alex replied, not looking up from her history book. Maggie glanced up at her from her copy of Lord of the Flies, narrowing her eyes on the back of Alex’s head. She stared for a long moment until Alex finally turned around in her chair. “Fine,” she huffed and Maggie smirked, tossing the book to the side and sitting up on the bed. “I kissed Max.”

“Maxwell Lord?” Maggie wrinkled her nose. “Ew, why?”

“He’s supposed to be a good kisser!” Alex exclaimed. “That’s what Farrah said, anyway. And Colbie. And Jessica. And–”

“I get it,” Maggie said. “He’s kissed a lot of girls. Let’s move on. Did you like it? Was he better than Jordan?”

“Objectively…yes,” Alex admitted. “But it still felt like there was something missing.”

“Like what?” Maggie asked.

“Im not sure,” Alex sighed. “It just didn’t feel…right. Like with Jordan. There’s just something here I’m missing and I have no idea what it is.” She sighed, slumping in her chair. “It’s annoying as hell, though.”

They were silent for a long moment.

“Hey, Alex?”

“Yeah?”

“How does it feel…when I kiss you?”

Alex stared at her for a long time as a flush crept up her neck and colored her cheeks. “Um,” she said, swallowing thickly. “It…it felt…good?”

“Gee, I’m flattered,” Maggie teased, gently. “Did it feel better than kissing Jordan or Max?” She waited patiently for Alex to respond.

Eventually, the other girl nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “M-much better, actually.”

“Aww, now I’m really flattered,” Maggie teased again, laughing as Alex rolled her eyes. “But, really, what do you suppose that means?”

“That I…don’t like kissing Jordan and Max?”

“And?” Maggie’s voice was soft and her eyes were comforting as they held Alex’s gaze.

“I kinda like kissing you?” Alex said after a long wait.

“Kinda?” Maggie snorted.

“Hey!” Alex argued. “You like kissing me, too.”

Maggie shrugged. “You got me there,” she said, smiling wide so that her dimples appeared deep in her cheeks. “I do like kissing you. But I’m gay, so…”

“Are you saying…that I’m gay?” Alex asked. She swallowed thickly, her breathing becoming shallow.

“I’m not saying anything,” Maggie replied, still ever so gentle. “That’s all up to you. Maybe you just like kissing me and I happen to be a girl. Maybe, if you kissed another girl, you’d like it, too. But I don’t have the right to label you anything. Or make your decisions for you. Only you have that kind of power.”

“So can I decide not to like girls?” Alex asked.

Maggie sighed. “If only it were that simple,” she said. “No. You cannot decide whether or not you like girls. You can, however, decide whether to act on those feelings. But take it from somebody who knows; suppressing those feelings takes a lot out of you.”

Alex nodded slowly, looking down at her lap, deep in thought. She stayed like that for a long moment as Maggie watched the gears spin in her head. Alex had always been so smart; a problem solver. If given enough time, Maggie was certain she could solve equations even Einstein hadn’t been able to crack. This was just one of those times.

After a while, Alex nodded, then looked back up at Maggie as she stood up and strode across the room, plopping right down next to her on the bed. “What if I said the only girl I wanted to kiss was you?” she asked. “Would you be okay with that?”

Maggie’s eyes widened momentarily, before they crinkled as a wide grin spread over her lips. “Well,” she said, “I think I could learn to live with that. I mean, if you’re sure…” She searched Alex’s eyes as her heart pounded in her chest.

Alex rolled her eyes. “Shut up and kiss me, Sawyer,” she huffed, tugging on the color of Maggie’s shirt and bringing their lips together.

Maggie was only too happy to oblige.

The Wizard of Oz {Sentence Starters}

  • “Now I know I’ve got a heart, ‘cause it’s breaking.“
  • "My! People come and go so quickly here!”
  • “Only bad witches are ugly.”
  • “Going so soon? I wouldn’t hear of it. Why my little party’s just beginning.”
  • “What would you do with a brain if you had one?”
  • “Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.”
  • “I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more.”
  • “I may not come out alive, but I’m going in there.”
  • “Just because you own half the county doesn’t mean that you have the power to run the rest of us.”
  • “I think I’ll miss you most of all.”
  • “A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.”
  • “You, my friend, are a victim of disorganized thinking.”
  • “You cursed brat! Look what you’ve done!”
  • “She’s… She’s dead. You killed her.”
  • “A place where there isn’t any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place?”
  • "Just try and stay out of my way. Just try!”
  • “If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh, why cant I?”
  • “Lions, and tigers, and bears! Oh, my!”
  • “Look at the circles under my eyes. I haven’t slept in weeks!”
  • “I’m melting! melting! Oh, what a world! What a world!”
  • “Well, some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don’t they?”
  • “I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too!”
  • “Did she hurt you? She tried to, didn’t she?”
  • “My goodness, what a fuss you’re making!”
  • “It’s no use screaming at a time like this. Nobody will hear you.”
  • “Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.”
  • “Why, you’re nothing but a great big coward!”
  • “I’ve got a way to get us in there, and you’re gonna lead us.”
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So this fluffy Percabeth oneshot is for @percyyoulittleshit! I hope you like it Mari! :D

Honestly this was quite a lot of fun to write, so I hope everyone enjoys reading it! 


“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages,” Percy complained, as he walked through the cabin area of Camp Half-Blood. It was a sunny August day, and many campers were milling about.

“I know, Seaweed Brain, but you know I’ve been so busy helping with the New Athens plans. And you’ve been doing a lot of training sessions. Besides, that’s why we’re having our picnic today!” Annabeth said happily.

Percy nodded, his usual smile returning to his face. He grabbed her hand, ready to take her to the beach, where he had planned on having their picnic, when someone interrupted them.

“Percy! Annabeth!” Piper shouted from behind them, panting out of breath. “We need you.” She was dressed in shorts and a blue t-shirt, and Rachel was next to her, a small smile on her face, dressed in her usual paint-stained attire.

“For what?” Percy asked reluctantly. “We were just about to–”

“There’s a meeting in the Big House,” Rachel said, interrupting Percy. “Chiron says you guys need to be there. There’s no time for you to go to the beach–you need to come now.”

Percy looked at Annabeth, disappointment written on his face. “I guess we have to go.”

“It shouldn’t matter too much.” Annabeth smiled. “How about afternoon tea?”

“Who has sandwiches for tea?” Percy grumbled halfheartedly.

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” Percy turned to Rachel and Piper. “We’re coming.”

“Great,” Piper said, her eyes brightening. “Let’s go.”

Percy and Annabeth followed them, now focused fully on what this emergency meeting would be about.


“Well, that was a waste of time,” Percy said in annoyance, as he and Annabeth walked out of the Big House over an hour later.

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Captain America is a hero that stands for too many conservative western values, which is not to be tolerated in the forsaken landscape of current Marvel comics. So they had to tinker with the character motivations of the hero and the villain. Since all they have in their arsenal is everyone I don’t like is Hitler they had their Hitler character just start saying things their political opponents would say. Try to confuse and muddle the ideological playing field by claiming the hero and the villain want the same thing. Make even mild patriotism synonymous with third reich authoritarian nationalism. Saying hey let’s have borders and waging war on the world to extend your borders are the same thing right? When your opposition has completely reasonable arguments…just put them in the mouth of an insane dictator right… let’s make them sound ridiculous. Problem is not everyone is that stupid. When you call even minimal defense of American (western) values nazism (hydra) to anyone with half a brain this doesn’t discredit the values Captain America stood for it simply discredits the villain status of your villains. They tried to make Cap the bad guy but instead made Red Skull a good guy. If you make hydra synonymous with conservative/libertarian values you just made hydra a good thing and to anyone whose beliefs are based in ideas and not just labels they would have no problem making it the new label/symbol for those beliefs.

Of course none of this made for a good story, none of it was believable. It was a failed ideological assassination attempt of a fictional character. I was never a big Captain America fan I don’t care about the comics too much, it just blows my mind how petty and transparent that whole thing was. It annoys me how entertainment value was tossed out the window and pushing a political agenda took the steering wheel. And I absolutely love that the response was complete rejection and the resounding response of “hail hydra.”

The Importance of the Brain Vacation

So yesterday, I bought a fish tank. I probably should not have, because it ate up all my free time yesterday, and it was expensive, and it’s going to take regular maintenance until I decide I no longer want fish. It was silly, and unnecessary, and maybe a little weird, and it doesn’t even have fish in it yet, but I love it.

My fish tank is a good example of what I like to call a brain vacation. As a musician, my life revolves about 98%  of the time around music. For the most part, that’s awesome! I love music! And yet.

Did you know, if you spend literally all your time doing something, you will begin to hate it?

It’s true. I spent a good chunk of this summer just not doing anything. I did nothing. And while for the first like two and a half months it was great, by the end I was definitely beginning to go a little stir-crazy. It was like a little irritating rub that turned into a blister of “I haven’t done anything but this in 75 days I am SO BORED.” Now combine that idea of a constant irritation - the process of doing something constantly so that you never get any relief, a blister of irritation and boredom - with the constant high-level stress of being in college. That’s a really, really good recipe for a meltdown, for a burnout, or even just for a weekend of making really really bad, not-fun decisions.

This is where brain vacations come in. A brain vacation is anything that you enjoy doing that is just completely unrelated to your primary Thing. Music is my primary thing. My fish tank is about as unrelated to opera as you can get. The thirteen plants in my room that I fuss over way too much? Unrelated to music. They are something that I can do that help me to remember that I am not a music robot. They are my brain vacation.

The best thing about brain vacation things is that they are really good for giving you a distraction, essentially. Tumblr is not a brain vacation for me, because 90% of the people I follow are also college students or musicians - super related to my Thing! That’s not relaxing, even if it is entertaining. But learning how to kick-start the nitrogen cycle in my fish tank? That’s unrelated, and kinda neat! I went on a research binge, y'all, I know so much about fish tanks now. And that’s what I needed yesterday. I needed to Not be Doing the Thing.

So don’t feel guilty if you have a brain vacation day. Spending some time completely absorbed in something “irrelevant” to whatever your Thing is, that’s necessary. It’s not shameful. It taking care of yourself and giving your mental stress blisters time to heal. So go take some time to go on a vacation, you’ll probably feel better.

(I would not recommend fish tanks though, tbh - they are really are Unfortunately Expensive.)

Anatomy of an OUAT scene.

*Emma and Regina are on the verge of cracking the case, and or getting ready to take on the villain.

Emma: Regina, I’m pretty confident about your plan and I’m glad you yelled at me and didn’t let me go all half cocked and probably get myself killed.

Regina: No problem, it serves my own personal intrests to keep you alive.

*Emma smiles and stares longingly into Regina eyes, shuffles awkwardly and brushes off desire to hug her as they stand dangerously close.

Emma: Okay, so, we ready to do this?

Regina: Seeing as we don’t have any other choice but some form of brain suffocating darkness and reoccurring amnesia, ready as I’ll ever be.

* Both make their way to the door as Hook busts in.

Hook: Emma! I need you to validate whatever insecurity I am currently having about our relationship.

Regina: Wow, superb timing, I suppose saving the day will have to wait right?

Hook: I don’t have any come back prepared for this situation because I don’t actually listen to anything that is going on. I just assume that everything you say is a personal attack due to my other insecurities relating to your obviously more stable dynamic with my girlfriend.

Emma: Hook, we can work this out when Regina and I defeat [insert current villain]
Okay? I eh, love you?

Hook: But that’s not good enough, you see, I’ve recently lied to you about something or have hidden something from you that you need to know about before facing [villain ] because it totally changes everything and now you have no time to think of a new plan before [villain] follows through with [evil plan] But I love you, I’ve changed.

Emma: I’m mad. This is not cool, we have to go.

*Regina and Emma leave, head to the (forest/ street/ etc.) defeat the villain and momentarily stare at each other fighting the urge to fling their arms around each other and kiss in a job well done. The rest of the gang shows up moments later all cheery and embracing one another. Hook hugs Emma as she continues to stare at Regina who looks away as to express her disappointment through obvious body language.

Emma to Hook: So this is the part where we smile awkwardly at each other and I forget how badly this all could have turned out because you lied?

Hook: Of course love, I mean, I don’t have magic of any kind, and no real knowledge of any other storyline but my own and the crocodile, I don’t think anyone has ever seen me read a book or research, so it’s sort of my place to be the means for the villain to get to you by tempting me to lie or deceive the situation. But I always come clean, at the worst possible time, and you always save the day anyway, so all is forgiven.

Regina: I’m just gonna take Henry home and and wait for the next plot twist to unfold. Emma, I’ll come find you when this happens or you will happen to show up because for whatever reason, you were worried about me or just wanted to see me.

Henry: I’m gonna need one of those signature both moms hugs because I’m the obvious link that keeps you two just close enough to pine after each other. I mean, there’s every possible other sensible reason, I just happen to be the most used one. I’m also gonna keep referring to you as “moms” because it is an accurate perception of my parent situation.

*Charmings loom in the background smiling and embracing each other as the group makes the necessary apologies and confessions regarding recent events. Emma and Regina remain just as close as they were in 1x1 and this is a typical representation of “friendship” development.

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“People want to escape from their lives, from their brain, for an hour and a half. Maybe it feels good to watch somebody blow away 50 thousand people with a submachine gun. Maybe that’s a great means of escape because there’s no thinking to it, but maybe we’d be better off if there were more films around that made your think, made you have to use your own brain to figure things out. That’s why people don’t read anymore. They don’t want to chew their food. They just want to swallow it, get it fucking down, then move. If movie companies had a bit more balls, they could put more money into promoting a thing, then bang, people would go see it. Or more people would go see it, anyway” - Johnny Depp