Just one of those little things for Yugi in glasses 2k16, but cause of the pic you drew with his hair pinned back, it made wonder if Yugi would be the type to have regular clips, or fun ones with different shapes (like a heart, or maybe a promotional kuriboh hair clip to clip his fringe back with, etc etc). What do you think about this?
And this is how his unintentional collection started
Stained glass above radicals, for the title prompt
@obaewankenope, @kyberpunk, @meabhair, @lilyrose225writes, @maawi, @eclipsemidnight So remember when I said I was working on title prompts, and one got away from me? That was this one. Honestly, this title is so beautiful, I just – !!! So the first piece, the one that I’ve linked, it hit the Stained Glass part of the title, but not the Radicals, so now - here, have the Radicals. (honestly I added like… 4 paragraphs in maybe 10 minutes? just now? and all the rest had been written before??? I’d just realised I didn’t have enough of crèchemaster Anakin and for some odd reason it took me A MONTH??! to add that in, sorry!, brain funnies) More from the Tahl Lives AU (aka the Blind!Obi-Wan AU also):
One day, not long into Qui-Gon’s newest nightmare of running the Alderaanian Temple, Tahl arrives in a whirlwind of activity and roughly jabs a finger into Qui-Gon’s sternum.
“You,” she declares, “need an Archivist. Your record-keeping is horrid.”
Qui-Gon raises his hands and backs away, shamelessly placing his Padawan between them. Obi-Wan takes this in good humour, but he also takes every opportunity to tease his Master afterwards. Qui-Gon does not mind. His Padawan can tease as much as he likes, but he’ll always protect his poor old Master.
Tahl’s appearance does make things much easier. And it’s not really Qui-Gon’s record-keeping that’s appalling, as it turns out. It’s that the systems in place in this Temple are outdated. Tahl tucks Obi-Wan under her arm and vanishes for three days straight, living on nothing but tea and biscuits – a programmer’s lifestyle that Qui-Gon, frankly, does not approve of.
“You’re very attached to your Padawan, Qui,” Tahl teases him.
“Don’t you start,” he grumbles, curling around the same sleeping Padawan protectively on her couch.
But by then things are already running more smoothly. At least now when they send out messages, there’s a chance someone will hear them.
Are there any tropes that you used to love that you now hate? If so, what are they and what made you change your mind about them?
I mean… I never loved the trope, like actively sought it out, but I would enjoy it from time to time because it was a nice twist on the expected, and also because I do believe Derek’s incredibly smart. But I’ve been slow and steadily turned off the idea over time because… I just feel like the people who write it aren’t actually writing Derek. They’re writing Hoechlin (or, since Supergirl, Clark Kent) with Derek’s name. He ends up so sunshiney and shy and adorkable in ways Derek just… wouldn’t ever be, in my opinion.
And I mean… there are a lot of ways to write “nerd” characters without turning them into blushing innocent balls of sunshine (see: the way people write nerd!Stiles… who is usually pretty much just canon Stiles) but if you see nerd!Derek there’s an almost definite chance that he isn’t going to be Derek to me.
And obviously character interpretations are different and I know a lot of people really enjoy this trope, and that’s fine, but I’ve gotten to the point of kind of flinching away from fics that even give him glasses (especially when he’s still a werewolf because… I’m sorry, but what is the logic there…?) because 90% of the time glasses will mean nerd!Derek, and nerd!Derek means that I’m actually reading what feels like Hoechlin/Stiles fic, not Sterek.
19. What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? The drama. The way that people act self-righteous and it creates this divide between people with opinion X and people with opinion Y. There is no one right way to read a thing? Certain things are fact, sure, but there are quite a few people who act like their interpretation is either Correct or Good.
20. What is the purest ship in the fandom? This is really hard. I feel like every ship has it’s detractors. I’d say feysand is probably the most universally loved? Even though there are some issues of course with UtM. Ugh, I don’t know. I can’t answer this one.
22. Popular character you hate? Hate is a strong word, but Elain. I’m not into her still. She bores me. I don’t think she got the development I was looking for in acowar, and I only give a crap about her if she can make Lucien happy. The only post I’ve made that I somewhat regret for its bitchiness was really mean to Elain, so. But also from ToG, I don’t like Lorcan. Or Aedion.
My favorite quote is actually kind of a mini speech. I posted a link to a video by Ira Glass called The Gap when I first started this blog. It’s really inspiring for anyone who looks at their creative work and hates it. He says it so much better than if I were to paraphrase so give it a listen!
7 - Who is the genius procrastinator who wings every test but still comes away with straight As, and who takes preparation and conscientious work very seriously? Liz prefers sticking to plans whereas Red just wings it - life is too unpredictable to forsee, so what’s the point anyway.
(If we’re talking high school / college AUs: Red likes to hand around Liz’s dorm while she’s studying for upcoming exams; he adores the concentrated frown that’s on her face whenever she goes through her notes, how she absently nips at the end of her pen, or runs her fingers through her hair in exasperation - leaving it in a bedroom-tangled mass of locks that makes his fingers itch with an urge to run his hands through it. Liz doesn’t mind Red hanging around her room - that’s what friends do, right? - still, she can’t help but be a bit sour and annoyed that he somehow ends up getting the better grades anyway, without having done any studying at all.)
24 - Who is embarrassed that they have to wear glasses sometimes and who wants them to wear them in bed? Red is shy about his glasses, he sees them as a weakness. Which is why - when he’s out in public - he’d rather squint at tiny tablet displays and handwritten notes in barely readable scripts than put on his glasses. Which is also why Liz feels incredibly mollified that Red has gotten to a level of intimacy and comfort with her where he doesn’t mind wearing them around her. (She also suspects that his reluctant confidence might have something to do with the number of professor / student fantasies she keeps pestering him about.)
30 - Who would rather be barefoot if the setting is appropriate, and who has the huge and spectacular shoe collection (possibly also socks)? Lizzy likes to lounge around the house without shoes or socks. It’s just so much more comfortable! Plus, she can’t see the point in having dozens of shoes (which - to her - all look exactly the same) all neatly lined up in the closet (and a whole drawer filled with perfectly folded socks, sorted by color and pattern and thread-count), but as long as Red is content with his hoarding-dragon-like amassment of clothes, Lizzy is alright with him taking over ¾ of her closet.
What if Cal started calling Mare lightning bug and Mare started calling him fire babe?
“It’s too hot.” I grumbled as I wiggled out of his arms, kicking him in the knee in the process. He grunted and then replied with an equally sleepy murmur, “I can’t help it, it just happens when I sleep.”
“I’m putting you in the damn ice freezer before bed then, and you’re staying there until you cool down to a normal temperature.” I said as I managed to untangle myself from his arms and sit up on the edge of the bed. I wasn’t lying either. It was freaking hot in that bed, too hot in fact. My shirt was sticking to my back with sweat from where his chest had been pressed against it. To top off the whole thing, beads of sweat were running down from my hairline and into my eyes.
He sighed at my comment, massaging his eyes with his fingers tips. He then rolled onto his back before saying something that was muffled by his palms. I flipped around, and glared at him over my shoulder, spitting, “What did you just say?”
“I said, ‘it wouldn’t do much good’. I can’t control what temperature I am when I sleep.”
“Well then for God’s sake Cal, don’t sleep! You’ll kill me in the middle of the night when you give me heat stroke.” I said as I climbed out of the bed, yanking most of the blankets off of him and dragging them across the room where it was much cooler. He groaned at that, and said, “Are you serious- Mare, give back the damn blankets!”
“NO! You’re your own personal heat blanket buddy.” I argued as I threw them on the ground in a makeshift little nest, and kneaded them out with my feet until they were somewhat comfortable. He propped himself up on his elbow to watch this, and then raising his brow, he said, “Fine, but you’re forgetting something.”
I glanced back at him and then walked back over to the bed, trying to decipher what he was expecting. He gave me that grin then. The one he knew had charmed me into multiple storage closets before meetings, and that almost made us late on too many occasions. I raised my brow at it, and leaning down I slid my hand underneath the pillow, lifting it and his head at the same time. His grin melted slowly as he went to close the space between us then, and I smirked as I yanked the pillow out from underneath him.
He yelped as his head hit the stone hard mattress, and I almost skipped back to my little nest of blankets, a grin of triumph on my lips. Throwing him that grin over my shoulder then, I said, “You’re right I forgot the pillow.”
He narrowed his eyes, and spread out across the mattress saying, “Fine, I’ll have the bed all to myself.”
I rolled my eyes as I settled down into my blankets and tried to close my eyes and sleep again.
I woke shivering, my entire body stiff with cold as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Two in the morning. I hissed then, and tried to curl up more in my sheets to get warm, they were useless against the icy cold that slipped underneath the door though. I would be a popsicle by morning if I continued laying here.
With a grumble then, I grabbed the thinnest sheet, and the pillow, and trudged back to the bed. Cal was still strewn across it, face down at this point though, his hair a wild mess. I frowned when I saw the lack of space, and then nudged his arm with my pillow whispering, “Cal?”
He grunted, and then murmured, “What?”
It was quiet for a moment until he said, “Well for God’s sake then Mare, get in the bed.”
I smiled weakly as he scooted over and made room again. I slipped onto the mattress and tossed the blanket over the two of us. It settled down in a massive clump near my feet though and I growled before kicking it away in frustration. He chuckled softly then, and I glared at him in the dark before wiggling underneath his arm and rolling so that my back was pressed against his chest again. His chin came to rest near my neck and his lips were pressed softly into my shoulder as he whispered, “Are you planning to do this again tomorrow night? It’s getting old now, after five nights, my little lightning bug.”
My face burned at the nickname, not with shame or embarrassment, but withheld laughter at the little endearment he had come up with. I would never, ever let him know that I liked it though, ever. It was too embarrassing, honestly. It sounded like something he would have called one of the little new bloods. So I pretend to snort in annoyance at the name, and replied with my own little mocking one, “I plan to do it for as long as it takes you to fix this problem, my fire babe.”
He stilled at the new one that I had come up with, and for a moment the silence pressed on both of us. After a few heartbeats though, he threw his head back and roared with laughter. He couldn’t stop either, and he continued laughing for a solid few minutes, burying his face in my hair to try and stifle the sound.
I couldn’t figure out whether it was worse that he was laughing at it because he enjoyed the name, or because he thought it was idiotic. Either way, it made me chuckle. Eventually though, the two of us where laughing so hard, someone in the barrack room next to ours banged on the wall, shouting through the metal for us to shut up.
Okay but what if Matt was longsighted instead? So he'd have a harder time making out details close up but can see reasonably alright otherwise? It could explain why he can still fight without his glasses considering he doesn't necessarily need to read small print or navigate technology during combat?
sorry for the late answer omg
Matt being longsighted makes the gun stuff easier. But like… that’d mean he chose a staff - a middle/short ranged weapon - as his weapon to fight. he has a suit and all so it’s safe to assume that he could choose his weapon himself, so why choose a weapon that would put him into a position where he might have problems discerning between friend and foe in the middle of a battle? because honestly, look at the colors of his suit and look at the colors of the suit lotor wore in the preview they are super similar wtf
I guess in the end it doesn’t really matter if he is short- or longsighted as long as it is only a little? I explained it in the tags once, I think. Like, if his vision was good enough that he could do most/all of his daily tasks without his glasses but the garrison required perfect 20/20 vision for those that go to space, he could technically get used again to life without them. Especially if he was in the camp without glasses for a year, his eyes would have adapted again. That only works if his vision is still pretty good though, otherwise he would have been in a lot of trouble D: