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Batfamily- Carry on my wayward son

After a particularly violent exchange between the famed new criminal Red Hood and the vigilante Batman, which resulted in Jason getting a little too close and personal with the sharp end of a batarang, Bruce sets out to check on his son. Still bitter about Bruce’s refusal to kill the Joker Jason is putting all of his effort into hurting his former father figure while avoiding the rest of his family.

A very long time ago @jennthereaper and @simplyn2deep both sent me this prompt, and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, but the other day I was finally inspired to take a stab at it. I hope you enjoy!

From The Way You Said “I Love You” 

#26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

Stiles shakes his head stiffly.

The Stiles on the floor is still pleading with him around tears, but the noises of his despair are starting to fade, as if Derek were now hearing him from a distance. Even his heartbeat, a sound that Derek has been clinging to as an anchor for what feels like forever, begins to disappear.

Derek swallows and steels himself against feeling anything more than determination to get through this newest mess.

“What now?” he asks, tone clinical and firm.

Stiles answers him in a similar tone, his expression betraying nothing about what’s going on in his own head. A far cry from the Stiles that Derek first met a couple years ago, terrified and mouthy and young. “Now you wake up.”

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I’ve had my ‘Moment’

(random thoughts and life moments from me below, personal)

I think I’ve had my moment?? I mean, I haven’t been too concerned with not having a goal for my life, goals and ‘a true path’ always seemed like a lot of unnecessary pressure and commercialized my time and essence lol.

But I was sitting in the library?? Reading Hillary Clinton’s Democratic Presidential Nomination Acceptance Speech and concession speech for class and it absolutely broke my heart and made me want to go into the forest and scream until I couldn’t anymore.

like, I wanted so badly for the future and the present to be different

She was using phrases like:

“We will build a path to citizenship for millions of immigrants who are already contributing to our economy”

“We will not ban a religion”

“He [Trump] wants us to fear the future and fear each other”

“America would never be a nation where one person had all the power” (and power must be shared and negotiated)

And get this!

She says “I believe in science.” Who knew those would be important statements for a leader.

I don’t want to be political here, this was just so moving for me on a personal level bc HRC wasn’t perfect, but the new left’s emphasis on ideological purity or nothing was ruinous. We are all so in danger and so many people are frightened, she said ‘we are stronger together’ and I miss her so much. What could have been is so heartbreaking that it made me realize what I want to do.

I’ve decided to go work for campaigns and elections, I have a degree in history and political science as well as have interned for my congressmen, I’ve decided to help women specifically get elected bc our voices are so erased and underrepresented.

I’ve never had very good interpersonal skills, but I realized the future is so much more important than my social anxiety and I shouldn’t underestimate my own ability to work hard and develop those skills.

I dunno guys, I’ve just had my moment. And if there is hope maybe in two years the democrats will sweep the house and senate, elect a new speaker of house, impeach Trump and Pence (who has also now been connected to the Russia scandal) and the new democrat speaker of the house would rise to power (this is a very very long shot, but possible)

this nightmare can be over maybe if we work hard enough, and I think, I think I need to be one of those people.

so anyway, I think I’ve decided what to do with my future

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Everybody Hurts Sometime by Jeff Giles
Excerpt from Newsweek interview with Michael Stipe
Newsweek, 9/26/94, Vol. 124 Issue 13, p60, 3p.

What can you tell me about “Let Me In”?
That’s a song that I wrote to Kurt Cobain after he killed himself. [Pause.] I, um…I should be able to do this without getting emotional. [Pause.] I lost a friend in October – River Phoenix was a very, very close friend of mine. And I’ve never suffered such a profound loss. I couldn’t write for five months. We had started the record in September. I’d written two songs and then River died. And, having written “Automatic for the People,” I was not about to write another record about death and loss. So it took me five months to sit down and write again. Then, halfway through making “Monster,” Kurt died. At that point, I just threw my hands up and wrote “Let Me In.”

So when you sing “Hey, let me in” – that’s you talking to Cobain?
That was me on the phone to him, desperately trying to get him out of the frame of mind he was in….In the most big- brotherly way – God, I hate that term – in the most genuine way, I wanted him to know that he didn’t need to pay attention to all this, that he was going to make it through. If R.E.M. had sold 5 million copies of “Murmur,” none of us would be alive to tell the tale. I really believe that. I’d have died with Quaaludes in my blood and a lot of Jack Daniels.

What else did you and Cobain have in common?
One of the things I think I’ve done successfully as a media figure is avoid a lot of the cliches, like the macho posing. I’ve tried really hard to blur the lines, and a lot of that does have to do with sexuality. I like fucking around with gender. I like writing songs that aren’t gender-specific. And I really felt an alliance with both Kurt and River in that both of those guys, in their respective fields, were doing the same thing.

The cliched take on your career is that, when you started out, you were very shy.
It’s not a cliche. It’s the dead truth. I was unbearably shy. And that’s part of what drew me to River. I recognized that in him. The first time I met him, his hair was completely covering his face. And I was like, “God, that was me at 22.” There’s an incredible vulnerability at the core of what River, Kurt and I do – or did.

Just before his death, Cobain said all he wanted to do was record with you. Do you know what sort of music he had in mind?
Yeah, he talked a lot about what direction he was heading in. I mean, I know what the next Nirvana recording was going to sound like. It was going to be very quiet and acoustic, with lots of stringed instruments. It was going to be an amazing fucking record, and I’m a little bit angry at him for killing himself. He and I were going to record a trial run of the album, a demo tape. It was all set up. He had a plane ticket. He had a car picking him up. And at the last minute he called and said, “I can’t come.”

anonymous asked:

Hello~ I was reading your ask about fic recs centering around powerful Magnus, and you mentioned how some fics don't have Magnus as "a character in his own right," so I was wondering if you have any tips/general advice on what writers like myself should keep in mind when writing Magnus? Like Dos/Don't and which stereotypes to be careful of/avoid? (I figured I'd ask you since you love Magnus very much and i'm always scared of accidentally writing magnus as lesser, if that makes sense?) Thanks!

This is a good question! I should clarify that I’m not suggesting people shouldn’t write Alec-centric stories because obviously if you have a shorter story there maybe just isn’t room to explore another character. That’s totally fine and everyone has a certain character they identify with more. So that isn’t really what I mean when I call Magnus a prop. It’s more like there are certain trends I see in not just writing, but also meta and headcanons, that strikes me as problematic. For example:

Magnus the Waiting Waifu

Wherein he’s waiting for Alec to come home or call him or generally just existing only to be available instantly Alec. Magnus is the High Warlock, guys. He’s got better things to do. Between being the High Warlock and the Head of the Institute, Magnus and Alec probably have to fight tooth and nail to get time to spend together. I’d like to see more of this. I’d like to see Magnus waking up early to squeeze in a goodbye kiss before Alec leaves. I’d like to see Alec duck out between a hunt to bring Magnus coffee as he’s on his way to meet a client.

Like, there’s a ton of fics about Alec falling asleep on Magnus after coming home late, but few about the opposite even though in CoLS, it’s stated that Alec has trouble pulling Magnus away from his work and that it’s Alec who actually winds up going to bed alone on some nights. Speaking of which:

Magnus the Always Ready for Sex Bisexual

Magnus has hedonistic tendencies, but let’s not make it like he’s just ready to go at all times or that he’s always the one initiating between them. Sometimes he’s got other shit on his mind. Seriously, in the same scene in CoLS, Alec practically had his hands down Magnus’s pants and Magnus was literally like “Yeah ok maybe in 5 min.” 

Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind.

“Come on,” Alec said against Magnus’s ear. “It’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

Magnus bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder at the papers on the table, his gaze fixed on ancient syllables in forgotten languages. “Why don’t you go on ahead?” he said. “I’ll join you—five minutes.”

“Sure.” Alec straightened up, knowing that when Magnus was deep in his studies, five minutes could easily become five hours. “I’ll see you there.”

It’s suggested this isn’t even a rare occurrence. Alec seems to know this trait of his after dating him only a few months.

Magnus the Unconditionally Supportive Boyfriend

Magnus is very patient and understanding with Alec. He’s kind, and as a whole he wants to see the right thing done. This is canon. But Magnus can also be petty and bitter and cynical. Sometimes he stirs shit just because he can and it amuses him (1.12, taking digs about Jace and Clary being siblings). This does not make him a bad person. I think it’s important to remember because while white characters tend to be allowed their flaws, POC are required to go above and beyond. Their mistakes are often less forgivable, blotting out any hint of good they otherwise have. So people either dismiss the character altogether or, if they like them enough, then the MOC is often rendered as Very Pure and his flaws completely ignored even if they may be addressed in canon as if acknowledging said flaws automatically ruins the character and makes them Bad rather than human. (This is just the other side of the same coin regarding what fandom does to white characters where their terrible deeds are acknowledged but woobified and excused and made totally okay.)

For instance, as early as 1.02, when Magnus chose to rescue his warlocks and leave Dot behind/ignore Clary’s need for help, there was bit of an outcry from fandom about how “Magnus would never do that.“ As if the entire fandom forgot moments in book canon where Magnus basically slammed the door in Jocelyn’s face when she came to him for help (Tessa had to convince him) or where he manipulated Clary into finding and giving him the Book of the White.

Magnus is 400 years old. He’s complex, occasionally ruthless, and has an exceptionally sharp tongue. Sometimes he projects his feelings. Sometimes his desire for self-preservation overrules his compassion. Sometimes he has his own agenda that takes precedent over other people. And yes, this includes Alec. (See 1.09 where he helps steal the cup.) Magnus’s priorities and self-interests being in conflict with Alec is not him being a bad boyfriend. It makes him a person and part of a growing relationship is two people navigating and making compromises. I’d like to see more people explore this rather than just constantly making Magnus Alec’s cheerleader.

Anyway, that’s the general gist of it. I have read good meta and fanfic, but there’s definitely a trend that can be seen, though this is really something that applies to all fandoms.

Unworthy - Part 2 - NewtXReader

Read part 1 again before reading part 2 so it makes sense :)

PART 1: here

Info: Coming to the realisation that you weren’t good enough anymore for Newt, you head back to the lonely apartment, were another confrontation takes place..

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Masterlist: here

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“I-I..” newt nervously stuttered, completely unsure of what he was supposed to say. A deep blush hid his freckles, as his eyes grew wide with wonder and his full lips parted in shock. Newt anxiously hovered, time coming to standstill between the two of you. Fear that he had just misheard what you said prevented him from speaking. What if he simply imagined it?

Caught in the heat of the moment you had had finally confessed, worry washing over you as you waited for his reaction. The deadly silence hung in the air until from the corner of your eye a curvy figure approached behind Newt. Confidence radiating every step she took. Just as glamorous as before, before you stood the woman who had been attempting to flirt with Newt all night. Feeling more self conscious than ever, you shrunk back slightly, intimidated by her looks. Upon noticing your presence she shot daggers with her eyes at you, giving you clear signals to leave.

“Newt, are you not coming back inside?You’ll get a cold out here hun ” she seductively purred in his ear, her arm attempting to slither around his.

Newt froze to her touch, although his attention solely on you. He looked completely lost for words, an absolute nervous wreck. How he longed to tell you that he felt the same, but the words wouldn’t form.

You however felt the fool. Here you just blurted out the feelings you’ve felt for Newt, all while he’s in the arms of another woman?

You knew when you weren’t wanted..

Picking yourself off the ground you dashed towards the streets, completely ignoring Newt’s protests. A proud smirk hung on the glamorous woman’s face in victory, now she had him all to herself.

Newt however ripped himself from her death grip, attempting to follow you, but it was too late. Unfortunately you weren’t as simple to track as one of his beasts, no clues left of your sense of direction. You were already gone.

“Bugger”, Newt mumbled under his breath, as he helplessly thought were you had disappeared to.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach you made your way down the empty street, not daring to glance back for fear of being confronted. Upon arriving at your apartment you dashed into the room completely forgetting to lock the door again. You couldn’t care less, the embarrassment consuming you.

The only relief you got was the satisfaction of removing the painful heels that had been cutting you all night. Although you detested them, you wanted to make a special effort to look beautiful for Newt. Guess that didn’t matter anymore..

Changed into cosy pyjamas, with a mug of warm coco, you sat on the large window frame. Huddled in a heap of cotton blankets staring into the night sky, you willed yourself to forget.

In that moment, the flash of calmness protected you from the pain. Regret washed over like the long slow waves on a shallow beach, each ripple icy cold and sending shivers down your spine. How you longed to go back and take a different path, but now that was impossible. There was no way back, you let your feelings slip. There was no way to make it right.

Staring into the darkness of the night, you softly cried. In the distance you heard light footsteps approaching closer. Lifting your tear filled eyes, your blurry gaze meets the frame of a timid looking Newt, who is completely avoiding eye contact.

“I figured I’d find you here. You always make yourself coco when your upset…” Newt playfully whispered though you saw through his empty smile, his attempt at lightening the mood failing miserably.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Newt forget I even said a word tonight”

Newt remained silent for a period of time, before steadily making his way to the window sill where you lay. He sat down on the other side of the window, however your eyes were trained on the night sky, praying you could just be left alone.

“Did you really mean everything you said tonight” Newt’s tone changed this time sounding more broken.

“Yes” you simply replied, longing to avoid going into detail.

“Even the part-”, Newt shyly avoided being specific.

“Everything” you cut him off.

“What about the ‘not having enough time part’?” He shyly questioned.

Silence.

“So it’s true….” Newt sadly mumbled under his breath. Guilt washed over his features at the acceptance of his flaws. Over the past few weeks he could barely recall a time he had spent with you, that had nothing to do with the publishing of the book. He’d been selfish with your time.

“I only exsist when you need something Newt…what happened to everything we said we’d do together? As soon as that book became finished, so did the adventure” you truthfully confessed, “Is it even about the creatures in your case anymore?” Your whispered softly. Newt had made you feel unworthy of him anymore, as though his success had made you of less value. That a bond you had once deemed unbreakable was simply a thing of the past.

Newt turned to face you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. Anger flustered across Newt’s face, an expression which was a very uncommon sight to see, “how- how could you even ask that? Writing this journal had nothing to do with fame and deep down you know that. You and my creatures are my top priorities in my life”.

“Newt there’s other girls out there.. ones as beautiful as the ones you saw at the party” You softly whispered, feelings of heartbreak coming to the surface, as you came to the realisation you weren’t good enough anymore. Too sad to cry out or wail, you just sat there as still as a statue.

“You make a valid point. In fact there’s 7 billion people in the world Y/N….yet your the only one who matters”. Newt directly locked his eyes with you, something he’d normally be to shy to do. Reflected in his pupils you saw that every word was the truth, looking at you like you were the only person he could see. A small lob-sided grin crept on his lips as his face held a sincere look to it.

“I’m sorry I-I know-w that I’ve been a bit of a mess since the p-publishing of the book and a mess is the last thing you need right now… but this mess in love with you".

Moving closer towards you his large but gentle hand, softly caressed your face, wiping the last tear away. Your eyes widened slightly as Newt rested his forehead lightly against your own, his auburn mop of curls blocking your view slightly and his shaky warm breath against your skin . Leaning closer he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips feeling a sense of fufillment. Although his touch wasn’t fiery, it made you feel safe and protected, reminding you of home. Curling up in his musclar arms, both of you peacefully observed the outside world through the window. The pitter patter of rain sounding from the roof.

It was then you decided that you were worthy of Newt. That you were worthy for each other and success couldn’t change that.

The fame that came from his book hadn’t changed Newt, it just amplified who he really was.

Just a man who was hopelessly in love with you.

Originally posted by bohemianromance123

princess

fandom: B.A.P
member/reader: Yongguk, female
genre/warning(s): Supernatural!AU, smut, dragonboy!Yongguk
summary: [request] supernatural yongguk smut “i’m a med student who has a huge crush on the hot guy who works at the coffee shop who always gives me free drinks when i’m stressed and calls me princess even though i pretend i think it’s annoying but i’m extremely concerned about him because he always smells like smoke so i always give him lectures about how terrible cigarettes are for you and i may have made a powerpoint which is probably excessive but lung health is extremely important and oops it turns out he’s part-dragon or something hahahaha oops” AU 
length: 8K+

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he-tae-rosexual  asked:

taekook in things you said after you kissed me ~ please~

Double Negatives

How to annoy V?
Jungkook: Stop him from playing Overwatch.


How to annoy Jungkook?
V: Deleting his Overwatch character

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

“God fucking damn it,” Jungkook cursed, shoving Taehyung out of his lap and onto the floor, “You made me lose.”

Taehyung only laughed, “I live to annoy you. And this is revenge for the shit you did to me earlier.”

Jungkook threw himself back in the computer chair, covering his face with his hands.

“And it’s not like you don’t like it anyway,” Taehyung crossed his arms in front of his chest, sitting comfortably on the floor with a smug smile gracing his lips. Jungkook peeked through his fingers before kicking him, cursing Taehyung and his own stupid boner.

“There will be payback,” Jungkook hissed, continuing to kick him. Taehyung had devolved into a giggling mess on the floor before rolling away.

Their antics had been escalating the past week. At first it started with mild, usual shit- deleting characters, shutting down the pc mid-game, and general fucking with each other in-game.

But in the past few days, they started getting… handsy.

Taehyung tweaked Jungkook’s nipple four days ago while he was playing to fuck him up.

So what did Jungkook do?

He grabbed Taehyung’s dick the next day to make him lose.

“What the fuck, man?” Taehyung pushed him away, his face reddening.

“Don’t mess with me unless you want it back 1000 fold,” Jungkook answered, his eyes narrowing and disappearing out the door.

So Taehyung’s idea of retaliation was to straddle Jungkook in his computer chair and smash his lips on his, rolling his hips and grinding his ass down. And Jungkook, for a few blissful seconds, forgot he was playing Overwatch at all and slipped his hands to Taehyung’s hips. And Taehyung seemed to lose the point of what he was doing and deepened the kiss, making it last a bit longer than just a peck to fuck Jungkook’s game up.

Taehyung’s hands traveled down Jungkook’s neck and collarbone, and Jungkook groaned against his lips. Jungkook slipped his fingers into Taehyung’s hair, sliding his tongue along his bottom lip and bucking his hips up.

It wasn’t until the notification chimed from behind him that Jungkook snapped out of it, reflexively shoving Taehyung to the floor.



Jungkook’s subsequent attempts to plot revenge on Taehyung weren’t going well. He sighed in frustration, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Every imagined retaliation wound up devolving into something X-rated. Instead of disrupting Taehyung’s game, his thoughts wandered to Taehyung’s hands and lips.

His skin was still tingling where Taehyung had kissed him, the weight of Taehyung’s body on his lap etched into his brain.

“Focus,” He cursed at himself, but after a few minutes, he was pulling the box of tissues off of the desk and seeking some privacy.

Irritated with his lack of usual evil genius and preoccupation with Taehyung in an entirely new and painful way, he started to avoid him. Jungkook figured if he stayed away, things would return to normal.

But it only got worse.

Taehyung’s words were haunting him.

And it’s not like you don’t like it anyway.

“Shut up,” Jungkook said to the empty room in a groan, not wanting to get out of bed. He hit the snooze button on his phone, glaring at the McCree background mocking him.

He couldn’t stay away from Taehyung forever.




Taehyung frowned, flopping down next to Jungkook on the couch, making him shift, “Okay, I didn’t think your idea of payback was going to be ignoring me for days. I thought you were just going to punch me or hack my account or something. I was like on High Alert Defense Mode. Super Paranoid. I changed my password like seven times. I actually forgot what I changed it to and had to reset it again. Do you know how hard it is to come up with that many different passwords? I use the same two for everything, and they’re both really embarrassing references to my childhood stuffed animals. I can’t remember more than two passwords. And all the other passwords are just variations of those two passwords, and I kept forgetting if that password had a particular capital letter or an asterisk or a number. And- oh my God, you planned this, didn’t you? It’s actually perfect. You knew I’d drive myself crazy. Oh, My God.”

“Calm down, no,” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, “No, I didn’t plan to drive you crazy by ignoring you.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung’s eyes went wide, “So you are planning something big? Look, can we call a truce?”

Jungkook opened his mouth to protest and explain that the only thing he had planned was a lonely trip to bedroom with his date, a box of kleenex, but the sound of a truce was too appealing to pass up.

“What’ll you do for me if I quit?” Jungkook grinned, sliding his hands behind his head, “You’re lucky you’re catching me in a good mood.”

“What do you want?” Taehyung wrung his hands, “I’ve been going crazy, serious crazy. I don’t even care, anything you want.”

Jungkook could hear his heart beating in his ears, “Another kiss.”

“Wh-” Taehyung blinked, “Seriously? Why?”

“You were right,” Jungkook sighed, “What you said.”

“What did I say?” Taehyung’s brow knit.

Jungkook threaded his fingers with Taehyung, pulling him close enough that he could feel Taehyung’s breath tickling his bottom lip.

You caught me, Jungkook thought, you saw right through me.

He locked eyes with him, searching and hoping that maybe, just maybe Taehyung felt the same way. His chest was swelling, and the stupid dull ache of uncertainty and fear that had been plaguing him for days began to fade.

I like it.

Taehyung’s eyes closed in anticipation.

I like it.

Jungkook’s words were low and mumbled against Taehyung’s lips.

“It’s not like I don’t like it anyway.”



Write Me a “Things You Said” Mini Fic

compilation of some miscellaneous erasermic fic ideas from my twitter:

  • accidental sugar daddy mic. once his radio show takes off, he finds himself with lots of extra money. so he buys shit for aizawa. it starts off small, so aizawa doesn’t even notice as it escalates until finally someone (probably midnight) is like “how long has mic been paying your rent??”
  • young!erasermic where aizawa starts avoiding mic after realizing that he has a crush on him. of course, mic freaks out and assumes that aizawa is avoiding him because aizawa figured out about his crush and is weirded out by it.
  • young!erasermic where it’s actually aizawa who calls mic his best friend first. mic’s never had a best friend before and is like “REALLY??”
  • college AU where mic has a part time job delivering pizzas. aizawa always orders at 3 am and arrives at the door tousled and shirtless. mic has multiple theories about aizawa: 1. he’s up late studying, 2. he’s up late gaming, 3. the pizza is a post-sex ritual.
  • drunk!mic convinces drunk!aizawa to get his nipples pierced. sober!aizawa… is not pleased. (of course, mic’s are already done and because aizawa knows nothing about taking care of piercings, mic helps clean them and stuff.)
  • mic sort of casually hand-feeds aizawa sometimes because aizawa’s too lazy to peel oranges and stuff himself. they’re not even in a relationship. it’s been a habit for so long that they don’t even realize it’s weird anymore? everyone in the staff room is staring.
  • young!erasermic AU with annoying theater kid mic. that kid who ALWAYS plays the lead and is somehow still popular despite it. great singing voice. aizawa plays violin and gets roped into being in the pit orchestra, and mic flirts shamelessly.
  • aizawa runs a very popular twitter for his cat. mic finds out after recognizing the scarring on aizawa’s hands in a video he posts. “you know, i didn’t recognize your voice at first. i hadn’t pegged you as the type to use babytalk with your cat.“ "shut up.”

anonymous asked:

What happened in 2012 between dan and phil? Like i see people mentioning it a lot but never anything concrete

Nobody actually knows precisely what happened between them, anon! I wasn’t in the phandom back then, so some information may not be very accurate, but I’ll do my best to answer your question.

OK, so all of you have probably heard about the video (*gasps in the distance*) that got accidentaly unprivated by youtube, the one they both claim was a prank to the shippers? We don’t talk about it because it was something they never meant for us to see (or, if it was indeed a prank, they did, but they regretted and never showed it to us for a reason), so let’s not stick to that too much. I’m just mentioning it because, as far as I know, it was fundamental to everything that happened afterwards.

So the video got very public, the shippers got really wild and shit, so D&P had to do some damage control and take it off the internet ofc. Then started the darkest period in phandom history (seriously, as far as I know it was pretty bad) in which D*n absolutely LOST HIS SHIT on the shippers. I’m not even kidding! It’s easy to find anti-phan people spreading the pics from certain answers to asks D*n gave back then, which were at the very least too bitter and full of anger to be taken seriously.

So, yes, D*n mostly (I think Ph*l just went really quiet about all of it) got really angry at the shippers and then there was this long period in which they weren’t together in videos at all or, when they absolutely had to be, it was very guarded and distant (PINOF 4, everyone?), and it was either them overcompensating so people wouldn’t assume phan was real, or something really serious went down between them because of that video coming up (I feel like some sort of argument must have happened, it was too much!).

Either way, it was a long period in which the phandom was miserable and they got back to being the D&P we love gradually over time (right now they are even writing books together, man, after 2012 nobody thought we would ever see that day!). It was a long period of D*n constantly saying they were not the same person and they had their separate lives and channels, etc etc.

Things got really bad back then in other aspect as well, because there were also people prying into D*n’s personal life (they found his brother social media and it was a mess) so, seriously, the phandom should NEVER go full-on psycho like they did back then, because holy shit, it was awful! I’m glad we got over that, though! It’s just a reminder to NEVER got that much overboard again, we never know how they’ll react.

anonymous asked:

I saw a post you made about avoiding sameface, and I figured I might as well ask you this, even though it's not quite your area. I need help with sameface... in writing. I have no idea how to describe faces, and all I can find on it is "look at real people! :)" which doesn't work because I have prosopagnosia. I also don't want my PoV character to say "this person looks Korean/etc," I want to describe what features they have that make them look that way, but I don't know how. Have you any advice?

Oh, and I specifically want to describe the facial differences between two characters who are not siblings in a situation where it would make sense for them to be siblings. One is (fantasy equivalent of) half Korean, the other is (again fantasy) Chinese. (I write fanfic, canon is weird.)

I’m not a writer at all so asking me wouldn’t be the best idea, I’m hoping that there will be genius writers out there who see this ask and would be willing to help out :D

I don’t know if it is appropriate for me to connect art with writing but… usually artists exaggerate the facial features of a character depending on the personality of the character. Like for example if you take the concept art of Big Hero 6 characters, Tadashi and Fred:

(artwork is by character designer Jin Kim I think! Correct me if I am wrong)

Tadashi has very dark features that complements his asian ethnicity. Prominent jaw/chin for a more masculine, mature appearance. Big dark pupils making him look very friendly and warm. Broad shoulders to give the ‘protective older brother’ vibe. 

Fred has a long scrawny face with a very large nose, meaning that his face is ‘unbalanced’ which can be interpreted as a goofy character. Lean body could mean he is very chilled out/doesn’t take things seriously etc.

My point is that you can describe your characters with unique ‘exaggerated’ features to build their personalities.

My review for the Pharaoh Atem Kotobukiya Artfx J figure

My first take on reviewing merch. More specifically, this fantastic new figure released by Kotobukiya Artfx J. ^_^

First off, Atem’s box is smaller than Yami’s box. Also, the hieroglyphs inside of Atem’s box are black and can be clearly seen while the ones inside Yami’s box are white and can only be seen at certain angles.

Here’s a full body picture of the figure itself. He’s so gorgeous and both his arms and legs are so well defined! <3 His golden accessories are really shiny and the overall paint job is marvelous, especially on his cape.

(And yes, he wears white undies but I couldn’t take a pic of them with my camera XD)

A close up of his beautiful face. =3

Just a warning: his earings aren’t static but hanging kind of loosely on small loops at the bottom of his ears so make sure to handle them carefully because the loops have a small opening from which the earings could come off.

Oh! and see the wing-like golden accessory on his shoulder? That also comes off easily so that’s also something that needs to be handled with care.

Here’s a pic of the shoulder accessory I just mentioned taken off of the figure as well as the extra hand that Atem comes with in case you want to take his cape off because it turns out that the hand that’s holding his cape is actually attached to it.

Here’s a pic showing what I just mentioned above.

Here’s a lovely beheaded pharaoh who’s clearly not pleased about being detached from his body.

Now here’s Atem without his cape and with the extra hand replacing the cape hand. I’m really glad that Kotobukiya gave us this display option. ^_^

Without his cape you can see his lovely backside. =3

Atem posing right next to Yami, who doesn’t have his cards because at the moment of taking this pic they were inside the small figure accessories bag that I have in order to avoid losing really small figure things.

And finally a close up of both of these magnificent figures! ^_^

My final score: 10/10 totally buy the Pharaoh Atem figure if you get the chance as well as the Yami figure, both from Kotobukiya Artfx J.