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Archisculpture by Beomsik WON

In the words of the artist Beomsik WON:

René Descartes viewed as beautiful the order and coherency of structures designed by a single architect; the purpose of the Archisculpture Photo Project, however, is to create architectural sculptures by collaging photographs of diverse architectural works from various architects. In this way, Archisculpture Photos are both similar and different to the organic romanticism of old cities built through the works of myriad architects, for they represent the artist’s subjective interpretation and decisions regarding various architects’ numerous designs.

so, yeah. after it was pointed out a few days ago, i went and confirmed it

nick’s pawpsicles are ““ORGANIC””

they do not in fact adhere to any strict definition of “organic”, in terms of ingredients or lack of pesticides or what have you. nick doesn’t have access to jumbeaux’s original recipe. he can’t guarantee that.

but a customer did passingly describe them as, quote, “organic” at one point. nick’s sign is merely reporting that fact. the quotation marks clearly indicate that it’s a reprinting of a segment of a consumer review (as per zootopian bylaws relating to restaurants and other food sales), not a hard claim about the product by the seller.

look, officer. he has all his permits in order. now do you want a pawpsicle or not?

Names and naming

Mad Max Fury Road is full of names: weird, inventive, evocative names. But it also uses them brilliantly. There’s so much information packed into what names are spoken, when and how.

Names and titles are a classic way of revealing hierarchy. Joe is named repeatedly, and each time it shows his relationship with the person naming him. Nux’s “Immortan! Immortan Joe!” is all about his godlike status. The Organic Mechanic’s “Joe” is deliberately casual, not actively disrespectful but certainly not worshipful. 

Then there’s the ongoing tension in what Joe calls Angharad: “Splendid” most of the time, reverting to her proper name at moments of stress, when he really needs her to listen. In the canyon scene, he goes from “Splendid, that’s my child, my property” when he’s trying to rebuke her to “Angharad! Get out!” when he realises she’s at risk of hitting the rock.  It’s implied that she rejects “Splendid” – certainly the other wives only ever call her Angharad. (More generally, the wives use each other’s names simply, to get each other’s attention: I don’t get any sense of hierarchy from it.)

Other names are hardly ever spoken. Furiosa doesn’t call the wives anything. Charlize Theron has said this was because she is trying not to get emotionally attached.

On screen, Furiosa explicitly uses names to form connections. When she asks for Max’s name, it’s a deliberate attempt to achieve emotional engagement, because she needs him on side. And it’s rare for her: not only does she not name the wives, she doesn’t use the war rig crew’s names, either. In a movie that keeps its dialogue sparse, every word counts - and every omitted word counts, too.

Within the Citadel hierarchy, war boys don’t get named by anyone but each other. “I’ve got a war boy, running on empty,” says the Organic Mechanic. An imperator later uses exactly the same phrasing to introduce Nux to Joe: “I’ve got a war boy, says he was on the war rig”. It suggests that, from the top of the Citadel hierarchy, war boys are seen as interchangeable. One describes Nux as if he were a machine; the other - “says he was on the war rig” - implies his lower status, framing his evidence as hearsay. It’s clearly a huge honour for Joe to ask Nux his name. It’s also the only time we see a Citadel full-life acknowledge a war boy’s name.  

War boys in this film are both abusers and victims - terribly fragile, desperate for attention from the powerful class that exploits and uses them, not questioning its values. They go unnamed by their superiors, but they name each other as often as possible: “Morsov!” “Slit, what’s happening?” Though Nux shouts “Crew, out of the way!” at Ace - maybe they don’t know names beyond their own crews, or maybe he just doesn’t recognise Ace from behind.

They use names to encourage each other. Just look at the way they all shout Morsov’s name before witnessing him. “Witness me” is a plea for affirmation: see what I’m doing, make it mean something. Witnessing is an act of performative masculinity - I liked @bookishandi‘s post on witnessing Nux’s death. But it’s also framed as an act of mutual support (which I think is why it’s taken off so much in fandom).  Morsov’s death - which is really the viewer’s introduction to “witnessing” as a concept - is part of a scene that shows us the war rig crew working smoothly together.

The exception is Slit, who tries to undermine his colleagues instead, shouting “Mediocre, Morsov!” rather than “witness”, or telling Nux that Joe wasn’t looking at him, “He was scanning the horizon”. And of course Slit is the most insecure of the lot, begging for any scrap of attention: “I got the blood bag’s boot! Take me, I got his boot!”  

Imperators, and others from the Citadel’s powerful classes, are clearly known by their names. “Furiosa, she took a lot of stuff from Immortan Joe”, for instance. There’s no sense that war boys give this recognition to anyone not at the top of that hierarchy. The war boy who tells Nux about Furiosa talks about the wives as things - “stuff”, “prize breeders”. Nux’s own reaction to the wives - “so shiny, so chrome” - sees them as objects rather than people. And of course he goes on calling Max “blood bag”, even when he thinks they’re on the same side. It’s not a conscoius insult; it clearly doesn’t occur to him that Max might mind - any more than Nux minded the way the Organic Mechanic or the imperator talked about him.

Then there’s the scene when Furiosa greets the Vuvalini. Here’s what she says:

“I am one of the Vuvalini, the Many Mothers. My initiate mother was K.T. Concannon. I am the daughter of Mary Jobassa. My clan was Swaddle Dog.” 

This is a speech proving her identity, but how she does it is so revealing. She doesn’t use her own name at all. Instead, it’s all about a web of relationships, of connections, the ways in which she belongs. (She’s also proving that she belongs by demonstrating knowledge of Vuvalini society.) She lists her initiate mother before her birth mother – her place in the community before her lineage. Her tenses are interesting, too. Her clan was Swaddle Dog – she’s left, the clan may no longer exist, she’s talking about the past. But when she talks about being Vuvalini, it’s “I am”.  Even though she’s asking for recognition, it has none of the war boys’ neediness – she’s naming what she is, how she chooses to see herself. She’s not seeking approval or affirmation. 

And though the Vuvalini team work is smooth, they do it without shouting names – to the point where most of the Vuvalini characters don’t have names at all (which is very unhelpful for fandom, George). Citadel naming is intensely hierarchical, about who does, and doesn’t, get respect. Vuvalini naming is about community, identities built up through choices and relationships.

Of course, the film’s most powerful naming scene has nothing to do with the Citadel or the Vuvalini: it’s Max telling Furiosa his name. (OH MY HEART.) It’s the conclusion of Max’s emotional arc, his return to being a human being: accepting a name, accepting his own identity. Crucially, he accepts it by sharing it. Throughout the film, names are meaningful because they’re how people connect with each other. In the “My name is Max” scene, we see Max choosing to do that. Engage to heal. 

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Hey everyone!! Sorry for uploading this so late, I’ve had a really busy day! Thank you for all your recs this week, I couldn’t include them all so if your rec isn’t on this post it will most likely be on next week’s list :)

Rec’d by anonymous:
over and over by Ceta, Teen, 24k
Victor meets Yuuri in a bathroom. They hit it off from there.

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Rec’d by @ria-channn :
The blood in our veins by Ria_channn, Gen, 1.1k (WIP)
When Victor Nikiforov, first prince of St. Petersburg sneaked out with his personal attendant and best friend out of the palace to attend a commoners’ party, he doesn’t expect to get swept off of his feet by a drunk Japanese man.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Devil Wears Gucci by Multiple_Universes, Mature, 23k (WIP)
Christophe Giacometti watched the new interviewee walk out of Victor’s office. Everything about him was wrong from the clothes and the haircut to his general attitude and walk. At the same time there was something naïve about him and Chris was prepared to bet that he’d just graduated from college. “Who is that sad little person?” he asked Victor. “Are we doing a before and after piece I don’t know about?”

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Rec’d by @fisukisuki :
Fire series by IllyasJames, M-E, 9.7k
College the time to have fun and be wild. At least that is Phichit’s intention. So being paired with a roommate who rather stays in was not what he had thought. Then again he is a minor, so having one that doesn’t party did mean he couldn’t get drunk either. So when he finds out that Yuuri does know how to party you can’t blame him for dragging him to a party off campus. Maybe he should have been more adamant in asking why Yuuri never drank before.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
To Boldly Go by xylophones, Teen, 29k
A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Golden Sun and Midnight Moon by DiamondWinters, Gen, 9.5k (WIP)
Golden Sun Café opened early every day, 5am to be exact. The owner, one Victor Nikiforov was an early riser. Always up with the sun, rain or shine. He’d have freshly ground coffee pipping hot and ready to go the moment those doors opened.Yuuri Katsuki owns a nightclub called the Midnight Moon and typically sleeps all day, just to work all night. Save for the one morning when he needs a little pick-me-up to take care of some business needs during business hours.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Vintage Romance for Modern Lovers by Pickitup, Explicit, 5.6k
Yuri wants to seduce Victor but has no idea how so turns to the internet for guidance. Shenanigans ensue.

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Rec’d by @paxohana :
Say You’ll Never Let Me Go by Clarinda0110, Gen, 6.5k
Yuuri’s a dime a dozen artist, who had never sold a single piece of his work. In a last ditch effort to make it, Yuuri creates a statue out of marble. A vision of a man that has come to Yuuri in his dreams. He calls him Viktor. What happens when you’re handed your dream and you find out that you don’t want it.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A simple misunderstanding by Cheyenne Agreste (Miraculous_Holder), Gen, 515 words
Yuuri knew very well how far into the gutter Phichit’s mind could get.
He decided to do something about it.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Pancakes in the Morning by ajwolf, Teen, 5.3k
A year ago Yuuri drank 16 glasses of Champagne and ended up in bed with Viktor. He didn’t know what to call what they had now, but he should have known better then to fall in love with a playboy. A year ago Viktor fell in love with the shy wallflower who had asked him to dance and then seduced him on the pole. He should have told him he loved him.

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Rec’d by @artdefines06:
Fatum ad Momentum by maydei, Teen, 42k (WIP)
These are the moments that were lost in the rush for the Gold, and the things that were built within them. A re-evaluation of everything, from day one, the real day one. From, “Be my coach, Victor!!” And how trust, friendship, and love were built from there. Through Victor’s eyes, the story unfolds—the journey and experience of knowing Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
no chandelier or spotlight (see you better lit) by drowsycyborg, Mature, 7k (WIP)
the one in Viktor is an actor and Yuuri is his no-name writer friend and they pretend to date.

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Rec’d by @omgkatsudonplease and anonymous:
The Suffering of Potya by kiaronna, Teen, 3.8k
At first, Potya believes he’s going to the veterinarian. This means a great deal of cursing from Yuri, as he tries to unsuccessfully lure Potya into the pet carrier. But as in all things, his human wins, and Yuri stalks out the door with carrier in hand, only twenty minutes late. Potya accepts his fate.
Soon, he realizes greater horrors are in store for him: Yuri’s dropped him off with the dopey poodle couple, the snuggly and curly bastards.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Write Me In C Major by Thehobbem, Teen, 55k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov has just won his fifth GP and Worlds gold medals and doesn’t know where to go from here - but falls in love with Katsuki Yuuri’s music at first hearing. Meanwhile, Yuuri is just trying to bounce back from (what he thinks is) a series of flops when his idol shows up with absurd requests.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Structure of Trust by Axlaida, Teen, 52k
After a mission went horribly wrong, ex-CIA agent Yuuri Katsuki needed a career change, and Private Security was recommended by his former boss, Celestino Cialdini. Now trained as a bodyguard, Yuuri wants to overcome his past mistake and planned to take on his first assignment with confidence.When he heard that famous figure skating coach Yakov Feltsman had received multiple threats over the coming months and was the client to his first assignment, he was thankful that he hadn’t been assigned to bodyguard the coach. Yet, he never imagined he’d be hired as Victor Nikiforov’s bodyguard.

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Rec’d by @fullmetalkarneval13 :
Hopelessly Devoted by nerdlife4eva, Mature, 13k
As Yuuri adjusts to life in Russia as Viktor continues to be excited about the progression of their relationship. When Buzzfeed requests their participation in a love-themed Valentine’s Day couples article, Victor jumps at the chance, dragging a reluctant (but loving) Yuuri along with him.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
clean up on aisle five by alipiee, Gen, 5.3k
(In which Viktor finds any excuse he can to see the cute boy who works at the supermarket

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Rec’d by @hawsome :
Radiance by hawesome_writes_poorly, Gen, 5k
In Zemlya, many people can aspire to become students of magic. Stars were the greatest mystery of anything within the magical ranks. No longer did anyone go into magic hoping to grow a star like most magicians did thousands of years ago. It was easier to charge common-folk for potions and spells than to do the impossible. To even witches, the dream of growing a star was an impossible fairytale. But then Yuri fell from the heavens.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
For Anything by Harky21, Gen, 6.4k
The last year skating and living with Victor has felt like a dream to Yuuri. When Victor gets injured at the Grand Prix Finals, the two learn that love and support mean more than any medal ever could.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Fragile, Handle With Care by vodkawrites, Teen, 17k (WIP)
The Pen Pal AU where Victor and Yuuri are pen pals but neither know who the other person really is that no one ever asked for.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Tsesarevich lives! by mtothedestiel, Explicit, 44k (WIP)
Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Don’t fly past me, darling (I’ve been in love with you since the beginning) by sibylla, 7k (WIP)
A drunken night at Phichit’s leads to Yuuri’s photos splashed across the Daily Prophet. A month later, World Quidditch Champion Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri’s idol and not-so-secret crush, shows up at Hogwarts. His reason? To coach Yuuri.

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Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife :
Bound to Please by paxton1976, Mature, 40k (WIP)
By a small twist of Fate, Viktor and Yuuri meet in the Katsuki’s secondhand bookstore ‘Bound to Please’. Friendship comes fast as they offer something the other has never experienced before. As they strengthen and grow individually, they realize the other holds the pieces to make them whole.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Canoe-dling: Not Prohibited by shereadsthestars, Mature, 12k
Yuuri is a seasoned counselor at Camp Okenoko who thought he was in for just another run of the mill, shenanigan filled summer with his friends. But he could not have been more wrong as he’s inevitably blindsided by the newest arrival. Enter one Viktor Nikiforov, who’s got the charms and good looks to woo whomever he pleases, and who’s interest is instantly peaked by none other than, Yuuri Katsuki.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Bulge (Don’t Bring a Weapon to a Public Beach) by nagoyadelay, Mature, 2.9k
Victor posts a photo of Yuuri on instagram without realizing that it’s somewhat suggestive. A thirsty skating fandom collectively loses their shit.

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Rec’d by @fiorelilyicecastle :
All things must die (except you and I) by Fiorelily, Mature, 24k (WIP)
Yuuri is used to being the creepy God of Death in the corner that no one dares talk to. He’s the harbinger to end all things and the world’s sorrow lands on his doorstep with every new shade. When the God of Spring, with his shining smile and silver-minted hair, tramples on the God of Death’s moment, the Unseen one’s wrath is terrible. Even worse is when Viktor creates an eternal spring of life to fly in the face of Yuuri’s entire purpose.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Selection by Galloping_Monroe, Mature, 70k (WIP)
Returning home on the tail end of an injury that ends his dancing career, Yuri Katsuki is trying to find his future again. As a Five, he knows his options are limited, but when he finds an invitation to Crown Prince Victor Nikiforov’s Selection, he is convinced by a friend to apply.He never thought he’d be Selected. When he is, he finds that his world is changed forever, and that the Crown Prince is not exactly what he’d expected.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Kintsugi by witchbane, Explicit, 78k (WIP) ***Graphic depictions of violence (check the tags!)
Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia.When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
touch me, save my life by keskasi, Explicit, 6.9k (WIP)
A catalogue of first times.

Thank you for all your recs! ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎

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Just watched Talks Machina and I kind of love that Percy and Lilith have been penpals the whole time, even throughout a goddamn dragon apocalypse? 

Like, they met right in the middle of awful family trauma, both of them were a bit fucked up. I love the idea that the two of them probably bonded over that and then just kept in contact. Lord knows they probably both need someone to just talk with sometimes. Someone pretty much 100% out of their regular circle. you know, how sometimes you just need an outside perspective? Lilith and Percy, penpal buddies.

I’ve read that in order to build a skyscraper, you have to dig about 1/3 of the height of the building into the ground in order to establish the necessary foundation. That’s a great metaphor for the Plutonian process – to plumb depth in order to reach height. It also conveys the sense of heavy, massive structure that can be built through deeply committed effort.
—  Hiroki Niizato 

People have walls, often used to protect themselves from the outside world. Some individuals may come and try to break them because they are noisy, curious. We do not have another option but to let our guards down. They made us trust them, telling us that is going to be fine, that is going to be harmless.

Turns out that it was a lie. They came into us and destroyed us like a hurricane, leaving fragments of yourself and themselves behind.

We have to build new walls again, piece by piece. This time they will be stronger, outsiders will not enter here easily anymore. However, they have become more and more discreet… We wish we could build a fortress, but it would mean that genuine love would not be allowed to get in as well, and we cannot take such risk. Love is what makes us whole as humans. And we cannot let that happen to us, we cannot lose what makes life beautiful and good. What would we be without love?

But you came and you did not break my new walls; you made me reveal myself to you, one by one, gently and well timed. You were different from the others that once tried to fracture me ruthlessly. You did not give up. You stayed despite my coldness and my apparent careless image. You did not try to find ways to infiltrate yourself, looking for a flaw of my infinite walls that I built carefully through time. You made me guide you through my inner maze, in the direction towards my heart. You made your intention clear from the moment our paths crossed; that warm smile of yours when you first saw me is still engraved on my mind. You were patient, you were caring.

A risk was taken with you and I hold no regrets. Even if you end up destroying me at some point, it was worth it whilst you were here with a defenceless me. It is amazing when you expose yourself to everything and feel safe about it. You have shown me how the world can be compassionate, comprehensible, despite its cruelty, by loving me so fiercely and tenderly at the same time. You inundated my soul with your love, by kissing the scars you would find, just like I have drowned yours with my love, complementing you, since you do not need to be completed.

It is never enough.

It is never too much.

Maybe one day we will reach a limit, the beginning of a closing chapter. A memorable one, for sure.

—  cristianaxw
YOI Fan Rec Friday

Originally posted by yuris-on-ice


I got so many lovely recommendations this week! Thank you! Read until the very end for an announcement!

If you do not see your recommendation it means that it will be on next week’s list! 

Rec’d by anonymous:
lie to make me like you by cityboys, Mature, 80k
Victor is a retired actor looking for love, and Yuuri happens to be the (un)fortunate soul to unwittingly ask him out at the beginning of the month. Except relationships don’t come with a script, and it’s much harder understanding love than roles.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Each Sip Like Starlight by cloverfield, Mature, 13k
There are two beds here – both identical, made up neat with hotel linen and pillows piled high. They’re only going to need one.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Winning Hearts by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom), Teen, 19k
When Victor Nikiforov is 17, he meets Yuuri Katsuki, and they become quick friends.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Until You Return to Me by BatMads, Teen, 35k (WIP)
Yuuri and Victor are in St. Petersburg together at last, but when Yuuri has difficulty adjusting to the transition and tragedy strikes, it seems as though they may be separated forever. Now they struggle to find their way back to each other when the universe seems to conspire against a happy ending.

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Rec’d by @scarlet99 :
never tasted rubies by ebenroot, 16k
In which Yuuri is an unwilling radio host and Victor won’t stop calling in to chat with him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
even Time by DiAnna44, Mature, 18k
In which yuuri and victor get it wrong until time comes in and allows for them to get it right.

Pomegranate (Never Let Me Go) by loving_mellark, powerandpathos, Gen, 4.1k
Viktor and Yuuri skate to the Underworld myth of Persephone and Hades.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
High-Flying, Adored by terra_incognita, Gen, 26k
Yuuri is new to this whole superhero thing, but he thinks he’s more or less got the hang of it. Moonlighting as Eros, he’s taken up the mask to protect the people of Hasetsu from a surprising wave of organized crime.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Inch Too Much by AgapantoBlu, Mature, 5.7k
An unwanted flashback of his past was the last thing Viktor needed before Yuuri’s Rostelecom Cup and in between that, the pressure of being back in Russia and Makkachin suddenly hurting, he feels crushed.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Entwining Fates by rinsled05, Teen, 27k
Imagine, then, if a young Japanese wizard by the name of Yuuri Katsuki had transferred to Hogwarts to escape his past, just in time to meet a Russian Quidditch player who would blow open the very doors he was trying so desperately to close.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Helpless Magic by Shermanshire, Teen, 4.8k (WIP)
AU where Viktor becomes Yuuri’s magic tutor, and Yuuri begins to fall helplessly in love because he’s a little adorable dork.
Helpless! by Icelette, Gen, 681 words (locked to Ao3 users)
Woke up and started imagining Viktor and Yuuri as Eliza and Alexander from Hamilton, at the ballroom, and ended up replacing/rewriting the lyrics for Helpless from the Hamilton musical.
Love Doesn’t Discriminate, Between the Winners and the Fakes, It Skates and It Skates and It Skates by TheSecretUchiha, Gen, 35k (WIP)
Yuuri opens his eyes and there’s an angry man speaking Russian at him and a crowd of expectant fans waiting for a performance by the best skater in the world.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
We Close At Six by beAUtiful (future_fishy), Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
Yuuri works at the rental desk of an ice rink. Viktor is a business man who happens to go to said ice rink every day after work. Throw in an adopted son, a gossipy best friend and a lot of mutual pining and you get this.

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Rec’d by @ever-so-nice:
when the ice melts in the snow (that’s when you’ll love me) by lilithiumwords, Explicit, 47k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is the worst incubus in the Underworld. Viktor Nikiforov is his human target.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
With The Engine Inside by RC_McLachlan, Explicit, 2k
Victor brought this on himself.
Immaculate Dream, Made Breath and Skin by RC_McLachlan, Explicit, 2.8k
Almost half his life has been spent training for the day that Victor Nikiforov takes him to bed, so when it finally happens after the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri’s prepared. More than prepared: he’s ready. No one’s ever touched him as a lover, sure, but there’s nothing that he hasn’t already dreamed about doing or having done to him to make anything that could happen a shock.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @skatinggays:
Fatum ad Momentum by maydei, Teen, 18k (WIP)
A re-evaluation of everything, from day one, the real day one. From, “Be my coach, Victor!!” And how trust, friendship, and love were built from there. Through Victor’s eyes, the story unfolds—the journey and experience of knowing Yuuri.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Tale of Sleeping Prince by LittleSnow00, Teen, 49k (WIP)
From when he was 5, Yuuri Katsuki knew he was different.
And he chose to ignore his gift until he met a certain spirit under the cherry blossom petals.
My Sanctuary by sophia191203, Mature, 17k (WIP)
Omegas are rare… like super rare… Male omegas, even more so. Yuuri is one. How is he going to tell Victor?

Rec’d by @harlequinade-13:
Rise Above the Tides by Kashoku, Explicit, 34k
Yuuri was going to go out on top, just like Viktor had. He was going to win gold in his third World’s appearance and then retire to spend the rest of his life with his husband. But when a freak accident during his finale free skate leaves him blind, Yuuri finds himself spiraling into a world darker than the one in front of his eyes and he must learn to Rise.

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Jeff Atkins Imagine (requested)

Goshhhh I am so excite for this I really hope you all like it!


Originally posted by nothingmorethanawildchild

      Maybe it was his smile; the one that managed to light up a room and cause your heart to skip a beat. Or maybe it was his laugh; the one that sounded like the early morning birds or a soft melody. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he liked, or how easily he was to forgive someone, or how he never seemed to care about what people looked like to be their friend. Whatever the case Jeff Atkins was absolutely perfect and you loved him. The only problem about love is that it’s complicated. For some it ends the way they want, the way they picture, like a cheesy movie… that didn’t seem to be the case for you. As soon as you realized what the symptoms of loving your best friend were, you figured it would go like any old chick flick would. He would realize he had feelings for you as well after he got engaged and you would both leave your significant other for each other.

But Jeff was as hard to get because you were so close to him; it would be as if you were a back of the classroom person, someone who didn’t interact with him at all trying to get a date. It was hard dealing with the fact that he was always getting girlfriends or going on dates, while you sat on the sidelines, occasionally making out with someone hoping to spite him at a party after three shots. But he never showed signs of envy as you did so obviously. He would eventually pull you away because you were too drunk, but never any signs he returned the feelings. 

This party, though, was different. It was being held by Bryce Walker and even an hour after it had started to get crowded and teens were getting hammered you were only one shot and half a cup of soda in. Also so far from everywhere you had looked Jeff was not here, which was quite an oddity. Usually Jeff was one of the first ones at a party or he didn’t show at all, it was unlike him to be late. Your heart sank at the thought of missing another time to see him. Beer seemed to make Jeff glow even more, though not by much, but usually when you were intoxicated your liking for him was 1000x higher. And maybe that wasn’t a good thing. 

“Hey, Clay, have you seen Atkins anywhere?” You asked Jeff’s best friend, who was sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet in as you swam over to him. He looked up from his cup of beer and looked surprised. 

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” He laughed lightly, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, no he’s on a date with Jane Edgar.” 

Your heart sank and your smile dropped. Jane Edgar? The girl who had been pining after Tony Padilla for years only to find out he was gay? Jane Edgar the girl with two first names and a lazy right eye? Jeff had ditched the party you had invited him to to go on a lousy date with a girl with no knowledge of grammar?

“Oh, okay. Wh- what a loser.” You scooped yourself up and sat next to clay, grabbing a few shots off of a tray nearby. You offered on to Clay but he just picked up the beer and shook his head. You shrugged and downed all three shots. 

“I’m sorry.” Clay said after you threw the shot glasses across the pool so they landed in the bushes. You knew Bryce had the money to replace them so you didn’t worry about it. 

“About what?” You asked, kicking your feet in the water. He sighed and took a drink of his beer. “About my best friend ditching me? Don’t be. He knew what he was doing.” 

Clay looked at you for a few seconds before shaking his head and motioning for you to look at him. You did. “Y/N, I think that everybody butt Jeff knows that you like him. The way that you look at him, it’s kind of obvious. And I know it must be hard to see him going on dates and stuff.” 

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline as you swiveled to Clay, before seeing his face and sighing in defeat. It was pointless fighting, Clay was also your best friend. “Yeah, but it’s whatever. I mean I’ve kind of given up on thinking that he’ll share the feelings. Trying my best to move on.” 

Clay raised his eyebrows this time. “Yeah? That why you went to the movies with Monty last night? He’s not really the best replacement is he?”

There was a flush in your stomach and you burped before laughing loudly. “Well, no, but it’s better than pulling a Jane. The unattainable Atkins, is what I call him. He might as well be gay.” 

You were giggling the whole time and you finally realized it must have been the alcohol flooding into your system. You turned to Clay only to see that he was Jeff, and with a surge of confidence you suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him sloppily. 

Clay was surprised first at your actions, before gently grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back. You pulled away and looked at him with a confused expression. “Y/N, we both like different people. It’s not me you want. It would be ridiculous just to make out with you, also I think you’re buzzed.” 

“I still know what I’m doing. But you’re right Clay, I’m sorry.” You pulled away and then rested your head on his shoulder. “It’s hard, you know. All I want is for him to take me on a date, to kiss me, to feel more than friendship for me. Honestly, I’m kind of desperate now. If he were here right now I would just take him by the shirt and-” 

“JEFF!” Clay suddenly shouted with a tone of warning, and your head shot up to see that Jeff was walking towards you two with a small smile on his face. “Hey, man, you’re here! I assume it didn’t go well?” 

You internally crossed your fingers as you dipped back into the pool, so that he could sit next to clay. He was wearing a red pair of shorts and a thin white shirt, showing his perfect body. You bit your lip, he looked like someone that belonged on Baywatch. 

Jeff sighed and took your previous spot. “Well, it was, but then we saw Tony there with his boyfriend, and she burst out crying. Asked me to take her home, and I didn’t even get to finish the movie. Oh, hey, Y/N!” 

Jeff smiled brightly when you swam and rested your arms on Clay’s knees. Clay just smiled at you. 

“Hey, Atkins. What movie?” You tried to make light conversation even though you just wanted to jump on him. 

At this point you didn’t care, but you needed to get him alone. You knew Jeff was always on the lookout for girls to go on dates with (not that he ever dated them), and if you weren’t one of them you were just going to have to be something with way less meaning. You just needed to feel his lips on yours, to feel his hands on you, to hear your name without a friendly smile to be said, you needed Jeff. You craved more than anything an emotional relationship, but if this was all you got then you were okay with that. 

“The one with Liam Neeson… I don’t remember the name.” Jeff scratched the top of his head. 

“He dies.” You bluntly stated, grabbing a shot from someone sitting by. They only glared at you as you threw it back. “Not that exciting.” You were going to need some more courage so you swam to the pool stairs and climbed out. 

Jeff stared at you open mouthed, before turning to Clay. “Did she just… how much has she drank?” 

Clay shrugged, before grinning slightly at the concerned look in Jeff’s eyes. “That was her fourth shot.” 

“Shit, she’s a lightweight, Clay!” Jeff said, getting up and running after you. 

You were by Bryce, grabbing two shots from him, but he grabbed one before you could take off. “This stuff is strong, baby. Don’t need you to go ripping your bikini top off now would we?” 

Bryce scraped your eyes with his body before wrapping his fingers around the shot and guiding it to your mouth. You opened your lips and drank it as he tipped it back. The back of your throat burned and you coughed loudly while Bryce laughed. “What was that?” 

“Moonshine, sweetheart.” Then Bryce walked away as you stumbled and sputtered, looking for a glass of water. 


You ignored Jeff’s voice and ran into the kitchen, which was vacant surprisingly, and grabbed glass of water. You put the drink to your lips and drank the whole glass in a few gulps. 

“Jesus, Y/N, why were you running from me?” Jeff panted, slipping slightly due to his wet feet. His shirt was stained with something brown, and you guessed someone had spilled a drink on his shirt while he had been chasing you. You could see his strongly built abs through the material, which was sticking to him.

You looked away quickly, placing the cup in the sink as you let the drinks settle in. “I wasn’t, Atkins. I was rinsing my mouth from the horrible taste of moonshine that Bryce gave me.”

Jeff looked worried. “Why would you take alcohol from Bryce?” 

“I needed courage, Jeff.” You stated, walking away, knowing he would follow. He did, his eyebrows furrowing as you grabbed a random towel and started to dry off your wet skin. “Listen,  we don’t all have natural confidence.” 

Jeff watched you before shaking his head and frowning. “I know that, but… courage? Courage for what? Is there something you’re not telling me, because I’m your best friend, Y/N. I’ll be here for anything you need.” 

You sighed as you bent over to dry your legs, before getting up and walking over to him. You got the closest you could, Jeff looking more confused by the second.

“That’s the problem, that’s exactly why I need courage to do it.” You whispered, bringing your hands up and resting then on his shoulders. Jeff was still looking confused, but his breathing had become irregular. 

You were pretty sure that Jeff knew what you were implying, since his hands were going to your waist already. Maybe he had already been sexually frustrated, but you didn’t care. You were causing his irregular breathing, and that made your breath stop.

He still asked in a whisper, almost scared to break the small silence in between the two of you. “To do what?” 

You slowly pushed forwards so you were on your tip toes, your fingers running over his skin so that they were on his neck, then you kissed him with heat. Your hands ran over every bit of his exposed neck and parts of his chest, as your breathing became quicker. Jeff stood still for a second before kissing you back, his hands finally resting on your hips, so that his fingers were digging into your skin softly. When you let your tongue rest on his lips he opened them willingly, the hotness of your tongue and the coolness of his meshing to create a warm, minty and alcoholic taste. 

“Y/N.” Jeff tried to pull away and say something, but kept falling back into your lips when you pushed yourself harder. Your lips finally left his as you slowly kissed your way down his jaw, light feather like kisses that made him shudder under you. When you reached the spot were his earlobe and his neck met you sucked a little harder, causing him to groan out your name. 

This made you satisfied. This is what you wanted, what you needed and craved. The uncensored part of Jeff that cursed and grabbed onto things roughly. The Jeff that needed you. 

“Y/N, really, what’s this about?” Jeff finally muttered while you still kissed his neck and he squeezed your hips harshly. 

You pulled back and looked him in the eyes, figuring that it was worth a shot. The alcohol in your system is really what made you do it. “Jeff,” It felt weird calling him by his first name. “Listen, I don’t know how you haven’t noticed but I fucking like you so much I’m pretty sure it’s love. And not just like a friend, and I know you don’t feel the same, so please just let me have this moment.” 

You grabbed onto Jeff once more and kissed him, this time pushing him back as you did so. You were both in the living room, because there was a giant cushioned chair that he fell into, you landing on top of him. This time you started to tug at his shirt while you ground your hips into his. 

“Y/N,” This was a moan that was slightly of a higher pitch than normal, as you lifted his shirt the most you could. “Y/N.” That was not a moan, said after he cleared his throat. 

You sighed and pulled back, knowing that you had scared him. Of course you couldn’t get in his pants. You couldn’t even get into his heart. You sat down on the floor and began to pant; you were about to start crying. Jeff instantly sat down next to you, his breathing ragged as he placed his arms around you. 

“Y/N, please don’t cry.” He sighed and turned your head up so that you were looking in his eyes. “I’m just surprised. You see, I fell for this girl during my freshman year, a girl who had not interest in me at all. We spent our free time talking about her crush on Bryce and how he had ditched her after they had made out. She eventually moved on, but not to me. So I dated, and went on dates, trying my best to find someone like her. And I failed, because no one is like you, Y/N. There are so many things that you have that other girls don’t. Things that make me love you too.” 

You had been avoiding his eyes while he had talked, but when things began to sound familiar you looked him in the eyes, your heart increasing in speed. “Jeff… are you… being truthful?” 

Jeff nodded before closing his eyes and placing his forehead on yours while his thumb wiped away your tears. “I love you, Y/N. And now that I know the truth, I can do this like I’ve always wanted.” 

Jeff pulled you up and then sat back down, pulling you on top of him, his lips meeting yours in a wet kiss. After a few seconds of sweet kissing the burning heat between your legs started to grow and you let your teeth graze his bottom lip as a form of telling him you needed more. Jeff then pulled away and pulled his shirt off, giving you a good view of his sculpted abs. You bit your lip before he leaned in and started to kiss your neck, bucking his hips up involuntarily while you lightly let your fingernails run down his back. 

“Y/N?” Jeff asked after hearing you moan loudly when he sucked on your collarbones. 

“Mhmmm.” You questioned, missing the heat of his lips on your neck. 

“You know I do love you, right?” He asked genuinely, staring up at you with his eyes as wide as a doe’s, his pupils blown up. 

You grinned and placed your hands on either side of his face. “Show me, Jeff.” 

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom


Idk how I feel about this because I love smut but Idk if i’m good at writing it. 

I am so sorry it’s shitty…tbh i kind of don’t now how to write angst (NOT EDITED)

pls i tried so hard lol 


n. the moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you’ve built up through decades of friction with the world.

Reckless (Derek Hale)

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Requested by @fangirl-moment-x:  Hey, if you take requests, could you do a human!reader X Derek in which she does something to protect the pack that will get her killed but makes it look like she bertayed them so they hate her. The pack ignores her and Derek says he hates her, but when they find out that she is going to sacrifice herself for the pack, they go save her and when they bring her home Derek takes care of her and they make up. Can you make it angsty with a fluffy end (super fluffy with Derek)? (Sorry it’s so long.)

Rating: angst/fluff

A/N: I apologize for skipping some details and horrible writing. I hope you like it tho.

“Wait a minute! So let me get this straight,” Derek’s voice echoed through the loft, the pack started surrounding Y/N and Derek in the middle of their argument. “You are leaving town? Now? When we need you the most” he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“What? Why are you leaving town?” Stiles took a step forward to Y/N, questioning her. “It’s no ones business but mine! I don’t have to explain myself to you. And plus, why the hell would you need me? I’m a useless human” her words mostly directed at Derek.

 "Useless?! Are you kidding me? We do need you stop being ridiculous!“ Y/N flinched. 

"Okay I think we all need to calm down and discuss this properly” Scott suggested. Derek stared at Y/N with a fuming expression, she could feel the heat radiating off his body. 

“I don’t wanna discuss anything with anyone, leave me alone” Y/N spoke as she started walking to the door. “Hey!” Derek grabbed onto her arm tightly and turned her to face him.

 "Derek what the hell?! You’re hurting me" Derek’s realization set in that he was being too harsh on Y/N. “I’m sorry” he let go of her arm. Y/N didn’t give anyone a chance to speak before she bolted out of the loft. “I hope you’re happy now” Stiles spoke bitterly at Derek.

 It has been weeks since the initial event. “It’s really kind of you to be here” Jennifer lips twisted into a wicked smirk. “I’m not doing this for you” Y/N responded, venom lacing her words. “I know, you’re doing this for your precious friends,” she rolled her eyes. 

“I promised that I wouldn’t hurt them if you helped me” Y/N knew what she was getting into, she feared that Jennifer would betray her. However, she didn’t care; her love for her friends exceeded everything. “Time for the last step, I won’t be needing your help today" 

"So does that mean I can-” Y/N’s sentence was cut short before feeling a sharp pain across the back of her head. 

After an unknown amount of time, Y/N’s eyes slowly opened up to see four silhouettes in the middle of a concealed location. The roof was eminent, and the walls were wooden built. 

The moon beamed through a small hole in the roof; the light wasn’t bright enough for Y/N to properly make out the figures that stood in front of her. Until one of them spoke. 

“I’m giving you a chance here to let her go, and take me in her place” the familiar voice of Derek flew to Y/N’s ears. “Oh Derek, I trade you for her any day. But she’s the one who offered herself to keep your precious little pack safe” Jennifer made a childish voice which emitted a growl from Derek, indicating his dissatisfaction.

“I’m here now, let her go” Derek insisted but Jennifer only ignored. She strode to Y/N and stood behind her pointing a sharp knife at her throat. Scott came into view as he tried to negotiate his friend’s life. “You don’t have to do this,” Jennifer shook her head. “Too late pretty boy” were the last words that Y/N heard before blacking out once more.

The following time Y/N woke up was next to the man she loved most in a white on white room. She groaned and held the back of her head in pain. The alpha slightly jumped; awoken from his sleep. “Hey” she smiled.

 The sour wolf, however, just lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her. “Oh, okay” she giggled and reciprocated his actions. 

“I’m so sorry. I was horrible to you, I can’t believe you sacrificed yourself for us” he backed away from her yet still held onto her hand. “I would’ve done so much more; you guys are my family” Y/N spoke softly as Derek’s eyes softened at her. “I thought I was going to lose you” he ducked his head to hide his crestfallen expression. 

“I’m right here, Derek. I knew what I was doing” Y/N delicately placed her hand on his cheek and lifted his face to observe him. “You should’ve have told me” he whispered, still frowning at her. “Don’t frown at me,” she said, sternly. “You would’ve done the same if it meant that you’d keep everyone safe” she smiled at him. “You’re right” he said in defeat. 

“Derek,” she said with worry. “Jennifer?”

“It’s over, she can’t hurt anyone anymore” he reassured the panic-filled girl in front of him. She sighed in relief and leaned her head against the headboard of the hospital bed. “Derek.. I-” her lips set in motion when her voice failed to speak her thoughts; she placed a tender kiss on his soft lips. 

“Y/N-” Derek’s words were cut short as the familiar voices of the boys of the noisy pack echoed through the ER. “There she is, our fighter” Stiles applauded, walking into the room with Scott and Isaac following behind. After a fair amount of hugs, the boys settled in their seats. 

“How are you feeling?” Scott said in a hushed voice. “Severe headache, but I’ll be alright” she assured him. “The girls are setting up a room for you at the loft” Isaac informed you as your eyes were set on the door. 

“Why the loft?” Her eyes were on Derek. “Just for a couple of days,” he nodded. “Can’t I just stay in your room?” Y/N giggled as the wolf whistles emitted from the Stiles. Derek’s face flushed in red as he widened his eyes at her. 

“Well, o-only if you want to. I mean-” Y/N interrupted him mid sentence as she placed another kiss on his lips. 

The guys chuckling at Derek’s bewildered expression.

anonymous asked:

i mean how more obvious can destiel be?, cas was trained to kill dean, and dean only, hundreds of him, why didn't naomi throw a couple of sams there?, they are blatantly telling us that cas' connection to dean is very different from his connection to sam,


I mean, there’s nearly a decade of build up to showing that Cas and Dean are romantic love interests in contrast to Sam/Cas and in parallel to…basically all the canon romantic couples in the show, built through standard tropes like this.

Then while in his perceived final moments Cas literally said, while avoiding eye contact with *anyone*:

Then clarified, looking up at SAM:

Then finally turned to lock gazes with Dean, who he usually has NO PROBLEM holding eye contact with, and holds that eye contact for a LONG TIME, which is clearly because what he just said MEANS something… grr. I need to make a gif where it doesn’t cut here and you see how long he holds the eye contact for.


I mean I made these gifs for their reactions cos… dude…

Dean and Sam both take a little breath in of realisation and Dean’s freaking lip wobbles.

Yeah. Nothing to see here.

Late night robo drawing ahhhhhhhhh!

This is Nigel the mailbot. He prints out emails and delivers them in envelopes to senior citizens who never figured out how to use the internet. When they send out mail he just scans them and sends them out through his built in Wi-Fi.

He’s very popular the old ladies. They bake him cookies that he cannot eat.


Movie theaters that were designed and built from the 1920s through the 1940s were like bright and majestic palaces! Bright and big, like beacons, that captured your attention letting you where to go. There are not many of these grand palaces left in the world. Hear are a few. Apparently, Vogue was a popular theater name :)

anonymous asked:

Could you share your thoughts on following statements from people (I’m not one of them and completely disagree) who don’t want Reylo to happen: 1) He doesn’t deserve her; she is just too good and pure for him in every way. 2) Rey is a Mary Sue, villain falling in love with her – is just boring and non-original.

WOW. Buckle up! Thanks for these two points, as I FEEL VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT THEM BOTH.

(1) First of all, the main point I need to touch on.

LOVE or COMPASSION is not something that any person deserves to be *deprived* of.

I’m sorry, but people’s view of love in this context is so warped to me. Sure, love and respect do need to be earned, of course. But to say that someone *must be* or *deserves to be* deprived of love or compassion - despite anything they may do to change and become a better person - is pretty damn cynical if you ask me. Love and compassion are not “betting chips” that you play to bargain with by your good deeds. You don’t exchange “good deeds” and “rainbows, butterflies, and unicorn horns” for love and compassion.

Love and compassion are inherent parts of human connection between people who find a kindred spirit - for whatever reason that the two involved people end up deciding is worth giving that love and compassion over.

There are a lot of reasons to “love” or have compassion for people - beyond, “OMG UR A PERFECT CINNAMON ROLL.” That’s a very childish and unrealistic - and frankly messed up - view of what love is… in my opinion.

Love is built up over time, through relationships and experience - not tally marks on a report card of “Good and Evil”.

If Rey and Ben fall in love, it will be based on a relationship they build through experiences together, helping and understanding each other, and mutual trust and connection - not this subjective scorecard the fan base is keeping on whether or not he “deserves” her, or she deserves “better.”

But personal views on ethics aside, looking at both characters in a more comprehensive way, I think this is just - another - simplistic analysis of complex characters and story.

First, their arcs aren’t finished yet. We don’t even yet know what either of them will “deserve” by the end of it. We don’t know Ben Solo’s backstory yet - which I predict is our big “twist” for TLJ anyway (we gonna be real surprised by Benny boy and what happened with Luke, I think). By the end of it, who knows - Ben Solo could come to be a golden hero beyond wildest imagination! (I mean, I’m exaggerating, but…)

Let the story finish before you cast a stone at the character and your imagined dynamics he will have with the other characters in the future. I keep saying it - but we have to trust Lucasfilm to write the story we need, but not necessarily the one everybody thinks they want.

Second, I WILL BE DAMNED if people call Rey a “perfect angel cinnamon roll.” FIGHT ME. Because girl is:
-Can be quick to judge others - whether in naivety or impulse
-Tough/rough around the edges
-Lonely and DESPERATE for belonging
-Overeager to please, and easily disappointed when she doesn’t receive praise
-VERY RELUCTANT to change - just keeps wanting to go back or avoid moving forward in her journey (the only reason she keeps moving is because circumstances are out of her control)
-Very sad and likely bitter at those who didn’t return for her on Jakku
-Probably going to grow a lot in TLJ and face a lot of the darker aspects of her character - and likely make mistakes at this integral chapter in the story

-FEELS A PULL TO THE DARK SIDE. This is canon confirmed in the novelization and the script.

Here’s some proof our girl ain’t no goddamn cinnamon roll angel of perfection. She was drawn to the Dark Side. She gonna be drawn to it again.

Originally posted by thedrunkenjawa

Originally posted by starwarzzz

To add on to this - y’all always talking about Rey’s autonomy and agency, her ability to “choose” her own story. So… what if she chooses the bad boy? Y’all gonna say, “Uh, NO BUT U **CAN’T** choose THAT guy!”

So…. which is it… she can or can’t choose her own path? She can or can’t make her own decisions and be whatever she’s supposed to in this - HER - story??? She gotta make all the right decisions YOU would make? That’s hardly a woman’s agency being portrayed.

That’s you forcing a fantasy on what you see as being the ideal woman. If she HAS to make CERTAIN decisions for you to respect her character… That’s the opposite of agency - in my opinion.

Showing women as “perfect angels” who deserve protection from the bad boys is stupid. This girl kicks ass, takes names, and doesn’t apologize for it. I think she can handle her own grown-ass self and whatever relationship suits her journey just fine. If that relationship is with Kylo/Ben, trust the writers to make it fit the story and serve her character development well.

(2) Rey IS NOT A MARY SUE. She runs away, she makes mistakes, she has character flaws, and she has a legitimate backstory for all the skills she has.

The skills she does have were informed by her survival. She knew about ships because she was a scavenger finding parts to sell for food. She had to know more about this subject to inform her own survival. She also used flight simulators - just like Luke - to learn her piloting skills. Her fighting skills are explained by being ALONE SINCE LIKE 6 YEARS OLD on a ruthless planet not really governed under any organized rule - a place that uses basically SLAVERY as a basis for economy. She is a young, pretty girl, living alone, who has to defend herself in a ruthless environment.

She’d have died if she couldn’t fight and hold her own by now.

As for her Force powers??? Well… I for one believe in the idea that she and Kylo shared a “Force bond” moment, and she got all of that fighting style and technique right out of Sad Boy’s head. She was mirroring his moves/techniques, his posture, and his facial expressions.

Not only all of the above, but she RUNS AWAY scared from her vision, the saber, and Kylo Ren on Takodana (she is scared shitless) - breaking the Mary Sue bullshit in and of itself - and later almost falls to the Dark Side at the end of the film.

Not to mention she exhibits negative character traits and flaws (listed above in the previous section for reference).

If anyone is a Mary Sue/Gary Stu, it’s fucking Anakin Skywalker. He was literally the “Chosen One” who just jumped on podracers and into fucking X-wings and magically piloted and fired seemlessly, knew how to do and build and make EVERYTHING EVER - at the ripe old age of fucking 6 years old (or however old he is in TPM - I’m obviously joking, before someone freaks out and calls me a fake SW fan). He never even tried to run away from being the “Chosen One” until he killed a bunch of 3 year olds at the Jedi Academy in RotS, so… (stand up guy, that one… anywayyyy….).

This argument is such a shallow, vacant reading of Rey’s character. It is a way to invalidate a legitimately strong and well-portrayed heroine who has a lot of layers that will only continue to deepen as the story goes along. No one ever dares call Anakin or Luke “Gary Stus,” despite them both fitting that description on paper WAY BETTER than Rey. Rey is not a perfect “ray of sunshine”.

SHE IS A LASER RAY BLASTING FROM A SUPER NOVA and she will DESTROY you… But only like, if you deserve it or whatever.

On the last bit… how is an enemy to lovers relationship EVER BORING??? People who think this: GIVE ME THAT EXAMPLE???? I don’t even know how to justify that with an answer lol. It’s the most dynamic unpredictable relationship I can imagine! Bringing together two opposites to fit as a cohesive team… it’s so exciting and dramatic! Very Star Wars! No relationships are functional and normal in SW…. like never. That’s not sarcasm, that is real right there. They all fucked - all of them.

Anyway, as always, I am very ramble-y, but I hope you appreciate my disparate thoughts coming together… 

Thanks for the great ask!

Truth or Lie (Part Twenty-Four)

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Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, explicit language, angst, flashbacks

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In a blink, Thanksgiving week was upon you, the days full of planning and packing for the next week when you would accompany Rob and his friends to Australia for two days for a special Christmas convention. You were honestly really excited at the concept of traveling so far, exploring somewhere new with Rob and his incredible friends. There would be some work, but there would be a decent amount of play involved in your schedule as well.

“So, drinks with the group on the 1st, flying out on the 2nd … is that right?”

Rob’s question drew you out of your thoughts, prompting you to walk over to the desk in his office, where he was sitting looking at your planner. “Actually, we’re flying out late on the 1st too. The flight is nearly 15 hours, so we’ll arrive in Sydney in the morning,” you corrected him, moving to his side so that you could point out your notes about the flight.

“See, this is why I need you. I would’ve arrived at the airport when the group arrived in Australia,” he chuckled, giving his head a shake at himself as he gazed up at you behind the black frames of his glasses.

“You’re a dork,” you teased him affectionately, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as you smiled down at him. The time you had spent with him at his home had been incredible. You yourself felt like you were at home.

“Come here,” Rob growled at you playfully, sweeping an arm around your waist to pull you into his lap, coaxing you to curl up against his chest. He rested his cheek against the top of your head, enjoying the peace and quiet, the comfort of having you with him. It would’ve been quite a lonely and boring break without you. “Hey, we haven’t talked about it and it’s coming up, so I was wondering if you had any plans for Thanksgiving? I know you’re not close with your mom, but I didn’t know if you wanted to go see her for the holidays or not,” Rob asked, voice soft, words cautious, knowing it was a fairly sensitive topic for you.

You were glad that your relationship with your mother was the one piece of your past you could be honest about with Rob. The lying was tiring, especially at this point where he really made you comfortable sharing things with him. “No, I wasn’t planning on seeing her. I haven’t seen her since I came to California … haven’t even spoken to her,” you murmured, curling an arm around his shoulders, eyes adrift as you sank back into your thoughts.

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Midheaven in Pisces

Career Fields for the Pisces Midheaven: Planning and Environmental Design, the Arts and Entertainment, Nonprofit, and Sciences

Creativity at its finest and creativity at its purest is the Pisces Midheaven. Highly intuitive and sensitive to their surroundings in the workplace, Pisces Midheavens absorb all the energy there. They kind of just hang in the back, observing what’s happening and floating around at the same time. But they take it all in. Since they are like human sponges, Pisces Midheavens should be careful of getting overwhelmed too easily and getting lost in it. What Pisces Midheavens do possess is compassion. They somehow understand where others are coming from and people seem to pour their problems onto them. Pisces Midheavens should go into career fields that allow them to selflessly help others and putting their intuition to great use.

The Pisces Midheaven is insanely creative. Good advice for them would be to put all their pain and imagination into creating breathtaking works of art. They should allow themselves to release all these built up emotions through creativity. Pisces Midheavens can also isolate themselves with the going gets tough. Which could be healthy for them because they use that alone time to recoup and hopefully come back stronger. They seem to understand themselves and their life path even clearer when they suddenly have nowhere to go. When things crumble around them, they shatter that rose gold glass they see through and take in reality for what it really is. Pisces Midheavens can channel the organization skills they have within themselves and make a plan in which they can follow through. They are highly capable of seeing and painting the bigger picture but analyzing and observing the little details.

Why is there no Classism?

So, there are structures in place that preserve class. There are identities which are often termed in relation to structures of class. Class is articulated on a continual basis. Then why is there no such thing as classism? I can understand calling the notion of “classism” being incoherent a pedantic distinction, but I think explaining that there not only is a difference, but the nature of that difference (perhaps differance?) is important specifically because it allows for a development of why there cannot be a comprehensive structure of identity through class that will not eventually reinforce notions of capitalist violence.

There are so many examples wherein one finds affinity within struggle, identities that are defined both within and against their structural bounds, but to do so with class enters a series of implication about class that lead to the conclusion that class is the same kind of identity as any other. Articulations of gay pride, of black liberation, of national liberation struggles are all means by which one reacts to the violence of neocolonial, neoliberal hegemony. Conversely, these retain a danger of rearticulation like that described by Badiou in Black where he discusses the specific usage of black as a term of identity and the beauty of blackness as part of black liberatory aesthetics, and cautions about how this positive act can structure a larger acceptance of similar standards of hegemony within the articulatory act of creating this positive notion of black beauty. In effect, the notion of blackness as only worthy if beautiful, and only beautiful through a selective implementation of standards rooted in antiblackness, which are retained through this reversal. There are countless writings on this process and how it retains a great deal of complicated duplicity given the many levels of semiotics of beauty and the concept of beauty itself as a semiotic designator of goodness, and to repeat them would belabor the point. However, the predominant point here is that the retention of a violent structure in a process of naming it is entirely possible

Articulating “classism” as an idea implies that class has an identity of the same sort as any other, rather than one dependent on other structures of affinity. There are supporters’ groups in Europe with distinctly working class identities, and some teams even retain this in themselves. American sports, largely apolitical in aesthetics except for support of neocolonial armies, are even able to articulate some sort of working class identity around themselves. Both the Mets and the Yankees retain working class identities, and one sees an opposition between the cache of going to a Rangers game, and the way that many Islanders fans identify with a vanishing working class of Long Island. These identities are not formed in isolation: markers of class are often racialized such that a luxury brand can perceive a downturn in their image as they are taken on as a signifier of wealth by rappers as opposed to signifying a hegemonic articulation of luxury. Even within perceptions of the working class, one finds that there are racializations of identity, such as when Timberland responded to its popularity during the 90s as a result of hip-hop fashion by clinging to a notion of the working class structured by and identified with whiteness. When talking about notions of the “white working class” many have in fact accepted a subjectivity formed by white supremacy, such that one must first be white in order to realize or be situatioed within the working class.   

Even without a hegemonic structure that demarcates people as gay, some people will still engage in the same behaviors, in the same way. People will simply not be gay in the same sense because there is no such structure, there is no “being gay” to be. People will still love their friends, grow as they find those who share similar experiences of the body and of love, and those may mirror current gay communities, but it will not be by the necessity imposed externally by homophobia. The same is true of other identities specifically because while they are structured by external violence, there are communities within these repeated and continual structures of violence that have become meaningful themselves. While so many of them have been formed specifically due to the violence of antisemitism, this does not mean Jewish communities are only meaningful because of antisemitism. That liberation movements so often are built out of solidarity and community across structural affinities shows this persistence of culture in spite of outside pressure. We will not see a unilateral process where communities dissolve without these structures, although some indeed will because they are based in articulating themselves against these structures and their preservation would only lead to a rearticulation and reimposition of the structures in question. Class is an example of one specifically because of its relation to production and producing-production.

Saying something is “classist” because it exhibits preservation of class structure is simply noting it as a mechanism of class structure because class is defined by how mobility is only produced as an illusory aesthetic trapping of class, how expansion of the bourgeoisie is superficial and moreover is part of retaining the overall structure of violence necessary to continue the structuring of class, and that inroads made against class structure are overwhelmingly the result of attempts to resolve contradictions within late capitalism rather than create a meaningful process of transformation in regard to class. Creating an identity of class that one can then be “classist” against implies that there is more to class than one’s economic location within it, that the communities within must articulate themselves within class structure, and that there will be a loss of this without the violence of class.

Thus, it implies that there is a uniqueness to “working class” culture that must be preserved, or a “proletarian culture” that can only persist if those within it continue to be proletarian, that one can foster this culture of being a certain class. This additionally shows in notions of preserving a “middle class” that is alienated through structures of postmodernity from their labor, given relative luxury while in fact not understanding their connection to any structure of class, and moreover surviving thanks to the labor of both the proletariat in the first world and the proletariat within a more global, third-world structure of the proletariat. The notion of “classism” so often refers to imposed social immobility tied to other structures of violence rather than being any structure of violence itself, being part of preserving class through preserving that structure. Culture itself is in many ways a construction, and that the way in which working class identities are built around and through other constructions of culture itself relies on retaining notions of class as part of the culture at hand.

Effectively, as a term it obscures the way in which class society relies on an assemblage of violence fostered upon individuals through structures far greater than them, and thus functions to obscure the actual violence at hand.