but because the magnitude of the story

Stan Lee @ A Panel Quotes

Person at the mic : Thank you for my childhood.

Stan Lee: “That’s all very nice, send me money.”


Person at the mic: Who’s your favourite of your children?

Stan Lee: “Spiderman!”


Stan Lee:“Jack Kirby was simply the greatest. In fact I gave him the nickname, Jack "King” Kirby.“


Person at the mic: Out of all the characters you’ve made which one best represents you?

Stan Lee: "Tony stark of course, he’s handsome, intellegent. No, they all represent me I made them up damnit! Especially the hulk…”


Stan Lee: “Comics should represent all people. They’re should be overweight, skinny, bald…”


Stan Lee: “I’m going to prove to you what a bad memory I have. You may have wondered why all of my characters have the same initials for their first and last name, like Peter Parker, whatever…because if I could get the first name then I knew the last started with the same letter!”


Person at the mic: Are you a watcher?

Stan Lee: “I don’t like an ordinary civilian to probe with a question of such magnitude. I am not permitted to give you a direct answer, but let me say, in no precise way, you’re on the right track.”


Stan Lee: “I have never thought I write stories for any special group of people. I like to think in writing stories for me…Its easier to please yourself - if you get that excited about what you’re writing the chances are that your readers are going to get excited in the same way…When you write please yourself, write something that you are interested in, and the chances are you aren’t that unique, there are going to be a lot of people that think and like the same things.”


Stan Lee: “I would never try to change what another writer writes.”


Person at the mic: What do you feel about the captain America hydra arc?

Stan Lee: “CAPTAIN AMERICA WENT TO HYDRA!?!? ARE YOU KIDDING? I don’t read the books anymore either, because my eyesight is going, why did he do that?”

Person at the mic:So I take it you disapprove?

Stan Lee: “YES.”

Mod:“Stan Lee is officially pissed off!”

 Stan Lee: “Yes.”


Stan Lee: “If you were writing the the word comic book how would you write it?
A lot of people would write c-o-m-i-c space b-o-o-k. THAT IS SO WRONG. comics are not a funny book, and if you write comic space book, you mean a funny book, and Batman is not funny.”


Person at the mic: What do you feel is the best message to tell the kids today?

Stan Lee: “Read Marvel. *laughter* Well I actually have a cause that I’m espousing right now, I’m starting something called respect and it’s a black hand shaking a white hand in an expression of solidarity.
      Whatever religion you belong to or don’t belong to, the most important thing tthta human beings can live up to, and it’s only one sentence and ten words, and life would be paridise. Do unto others as you’d have others do unto you.


Person at the mic: Any words of encouragement for creativity?

Stan Lee: "Everybody does things his or her own way. There are no secrets, I don’t know what advice to give people…reach the point where you become a good judge yourself…If you reach the point where you can become a good critic of what other people do, then when you go to do it you can do well because you already know what to do and what not to do…I just fell into it, I was making comics and they decided to make them into movies, and suddenly I’ve become the words most famous cameo star.”


Person at the mic: Are you going to be doing a cameo in infinity war?

Stan Lee: “If they ask me to, I certainly will. I love doing them…I was in North Carolina recently, and I did four cameos for four different movies and I don’t even remember, but if it’s a movie I’m probably in it.”


Stan Lee (on Cap’s shield in the First Avenger): “I HATED THE TRIANGULAR SHIELD, I MADE THEM CHANGE THAT TO ROUND.”

If I’m taking the time to reflect on two years of Homestuck as an achievement I’ll do so here only as a gesture of gratitude to the steadfast readers, new and old. I am humbled by your devotion. This is not any sort of platitude to be dismissed as quasi-sincere acceptance speech fodder, or a dispatch from my PR department because sometimes you guys give me money for stuff. This is sincerely true. I look around and still cannot quite believe the magnitude of the enthusiasm that surrounds this story. I stopped being able to keep track of all the fan art for it more than a year ago, and even then there were thousands of fan-made images I would diligently attempt to pore through. I have honestly never seen so much fan art created for anything, anywhere, ever. Even things which have millions of dollars backing their production budgets. Maybe Harry Potter has more? (Alright let’s get real. HS fan art is probably just now beginning to approach the subset of drawings that involve Harry being naked with somebody.) Greater and greater hordes of troll cosplayers can be spotted taking over the floors of conventions. You could have pressed me on the subject, but I never would have guessed anyone could be quite so tickled to be slathered in messy gray makeup and crowned by a homemade pair of horns. There is this seething passion for HS that is a self-organizing, autonomous entity unto itself, which is practically inaccessible to my understanding or involvement, even though I’m responsible for the content driving it. I’ve kept Homestuck’s fire hot; its gaping furnace was hungry for coal so I got goddamn shoveling. But you have been responsible for breathing life into this monstrous organism which surrounds me, and now in its breadth transcends my work entirely. To thank you as a whole for this phenomenon almost doesn’t sound rational. It’s like thanking a furious thunderstorm for the deluge of rain it gave to your thirsty little box of poseys. My paltry utterance dissipates in the far deep rumbling. The clouds don’t even notice I’m there because they’re too busy swapping fan fiction. Maybe instead I’ll offer something more significant than gratitude. Something more personal and experiential. I’ll submit my amazement. You can’t see me now, but it is a look of wonder and discovery. A boyish look of astonishment at something remarkable beyond words, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, but on a more cosmic scale and more viscerally shocking. Like a squealing horrorterror’s gruesome Cesarean birth. That is the look I have every time I disrupt the tunnel vision that keeps the work’s bright sun searing my eyes. When they adjust to the dark, I see the silhouette in soft black focus of the young planet sized monster, chirping its affections. I offer it this look because it is all I have to give, with the exception of the tears streaming down my face. Its hunger is piqued at the fluid and my only regret is I can never possibly provide enough to nourish the orphan, now that it can never know the taste of its dead mother’s heinous teatbrine.


Or I could just say thanks guys.


—  Andrew Hussie, 2011

hakonel  asked:

What's this about a dude borrowing money from the Yakuza trying to roll Scathach lol

there’s… an urban legend if you will because I don’t think anyone’s been able to confirm for sure, about a certain man. a man with a mission. a man with but one singular goal that all of his years of living so far had been leading up to. 

that goal was to roll scathach. 

now, for some context. scathach had been in nearly all the promotional material for fgo since the game was announced, but as what would turn out to be a limited servant, she wasn’t in the game yet. she was in fact, together with arjuna, the only of the promotional servants (altera, scathach, arjuna, ushiwakamaru, mephistopheles, jekyll, and darius) who wasn’t in the game at all. as a supreme milf she was highly anticipated and when she finally became available for the first time, it was at very short notice and completely unexpected and so literally nobody was prepared for it whatsoever. since all the other promo servants were permanent I guess nobody thought she might be limited. not only was she incredibly anticipated just as a character, at the time of her release she had some of the sickest animations in the game as well as an incredibly powerful skillset. people went apeshit. you can imagine the chaos of people scrambling to find the money to roll her.

this is where the legendary scathach whale comes in. this man went above and beyond for scathach. he sold his car to get more quartz for scathach. he stole his parents’ credit cards to get more quartz for scathach. his parents found out and he got disowned so now he was out on the streets, with no car, because he wanted to obtain a spandex-clad milf in a mobile game more than he wanted to live. 

that alone makes for a wild story but it doesn’t end there because I told you, this man was on a mission. this man would stop at nothing to obtain the waifu of his dreams. homelessness wasn’t nearly enough to deter him. so what he did, according to the story, is either he approached the yakuza or the yakuza approached him, and they offered him debt money to pay off his parents with. any normal person upon sinking to the level of accepting debt money from an organised crime syndicate would realize the magnitude in which they fucked up and at the very least pay off their debt before getting into more trouble, but not mr scathach whale. 

mr scathach whale used the debt money to buy more quartz for scathach. 

that is where the story ends. did the yakuza get him? did he ever get scathach? did this happen as told, or only partially, or perhaps not at all? it is a mystery lost to the elusive depths of word of mouth communication. I advise everyone to stay on the lookout for the upcoming limited 5* avenger class scathach whale.

Love, heartbreak, and love: Crowley edition

GUYS we need to talk about 9x23. Not coincidentally the episode in which Metatron calls the story he’d been writing “a marvelous story, full of love and heartbreak and… love”.

The end of season 9 is also Metatron’s equivalent of the end of season 6 and 7x01 for Cas - both harnessing power to become “god”, both going among people to act as god (discovering that Metatron’s actions were dictated by jealousy towards Cas all along sets a curious light in his actions in s9…) and I’m sure there’s more to 9x23 and the whole “season 6-7 redux” that is happening now, but for now I’m going to focus on the last parts of 9x23, because that’s where Crowley comes in.

In 9x23, Dean gets fatally wounded by Metatron. Tells Sam, “Sammy, you got to get out of here before he comes back”. Sam hushes him, says “Shut up. Shut up. Just save your energy, all right? Oh, man. We’ll stop the bleeding. We’ll… we’ll get you a doctor or… or I’ll find a spell. You’re gonna be okay.” Sam tries to stop the bleeding, Dean stops him: “Sam. Hold up. Hold up. I got to say something to you […] I’m proud of us”.

In 12x12, Cas gets fatally wounded by Ramiel. Dean tries to dismiss the gravity of his condition, says he’ll be okay, that there must be a cure. Cas gives them a dying speech, telling them that they are his family and he loves them, and tells them to run before Ramiel gets back… sounds familiar? Alright.

In 9x23, in the meanwhile, Metatron gets back to heaven and confronts Cas about breaking the angel tablet: “the Angel tablet, arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe, is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that’s right - to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?”.

So an immensely powerful weapon gets broken, despite how useful it could have been for cosmic purposes… because of love. And in 12x12?

Of the magnitude of Crowley sacrificing a weapon able to kill Lucifer, many words have been written already. Let me add something else…

At the end of 9x23, Dean dies because of Metatron’s stabbing, but the Mark of Cain revives him. Just as Crowley had figured, putting rumors and clues together: “there is one story about Cain that I might have… forgotten to tell you. Apparently, he, too, was willing to accept death, rather than becoming the killer the Mark wanted him to be. So he took his own life with the Blade. He died. Except, as rumor has it, the Mark never quite let go. You can understand why I never spoke of this. Why set hearts aflutter at mere speculation? It wasn’t until you summoned me… no, it wasn’t truly until you left that cheeseburger uneaten… that I began to let myself believe. Maybe miracles do come true.”

In 12x12, Cas is moments away from dying, but Crowley’s gesture saves him. In Dean’s case, things don’t go exactly in the same way, but Dean is pretty much saved by Crowley from the death imposed on him by Metatron’s strike: Crowley has made him get the Mark of Cain in the first place, which keeps him alive. So, basically, Crowley is the reason Dean gets revived: it’s Crowley’s knowledge of demon things that made him bring Dean to Cain, get the Mark, and eventually not die of the wound inflicted by Metatron. In 12x12, it’s Crowley’s knowledge of demon things, his meeting with Ramiel, that lets him figure out the solution. (Then again, both Dean and Cas gets fatally wounded because of Crowley in the first place: Dean goes to kill Metatron because the MoC+First Blade combination is the only thing that has a chance to kill a powered-up Metatron, Cas almost dies because Crowley gave Ramiel the lance to begin with. But Crowley couldn’t really foresee that one.)

Crowley’s “saving” Dean through the Mark of Cain and Crowley’s saving Cas by breaking the lance have so much in common and yet are so different.

Love is behind both actions - having Dean get the Mark and prodding him to put himself in danger and get killed so that he’d become a demon, breaking the lance, and yet in 9x23 Crowley is acting on selfishness - he wants Dean for himself. He wants Dean to be his consort on the throne of hell. He disregards Dean’s feelings and wishes.

In 12x12, he acts out of selfishness. He knows nothing will come for him in saving Cas - only saving Cas. Saving Dean from the heartbreak. He does it for Cas, of course - he cares about Cas - but he also does it for Dean, the one he loves. He knows he can’t have Dean, but his love has become selfless enough that now he chooses to save the person Dean loves, knowing he probably won’t even get a thanks for it. Dean has broken Crowley’s heart but Crowley won’t let Dean’s heart break. Crowley has become selfless.

Miracles do come true, and they happen when you fall in love. 

While we’re having season 9 feels, let me add this - Cas has changed from his “angel’s angel” self thanks to Dean. Crowley has changed from his “demon’s demon” self thanks to Dean. For both of those two… Colette is Dean. Speaking of which: long ago I was planning on writing a meta about Abaddon as an allegory of the doubt of not being loved the way one wishes. Seems awfully fitting now. Stay tuned.

anonymous asked:

You know how a good story usually has a character having to sacrifice something and then changes because of it? I'm having trouble trying to find a sacrifice and change that fits with my story. I am mostly unsure of the magnitude needed. I watched 12 angry men recently and learned that a change/sacrifice can be as small as an opinion, but I'm still lost. Do you have any insights/links that could help guide me? Thank you!

Not all good stories have sacrifices and you shouldn’t add one just because you think it’ll make your story better. There’s no guarantee of that. When we try to force certain elements into our stories, we’re at risk of hurting them.

In order for sacrifices to work, they have to be deeply personal. I can give you a few general ideas for sacrifices, but not all will be applicable to your character.

First, there are two types of sacrifices.

A selfish sacrifice occurs when a character makes a sacrifice that will benefit themselves. These characters often end up losing a lot anyway, but they lose things they already had, such as friends. The key thing to remember about this type of sacrifice is that there is some kind of benefit for the person who makes the sacrifice. Also, this doesn’t mean that your character is selfish.

A selfless sacrifice occurs when a character makes a sacrifice that is supposed to benefit others. Sometimes these characters give up something that could have been and sometimes they give up something they already have.

When you write a sacrifice, they shouldn’t need explanations for the audience to understand them fully. By this I mean show, don’t tell. When your character makes their sacrifice, whether through dialogue or action, the audience should understand that your character has just made a sacrifice. Sometimes the realization comes a little bit later because another action or bit of dialogue is needed for clarification, but don’t outright say your character has just made a sacrifice.

Types of Sacrifices: (there are some spoilers in the examples)

  • Two Motives: This is one of the bigger sacrifices and how well it works depends on how you write it. Give your character two motives. At the end, they end up giving up one motive to achieve the other. Alternatively, one character can give up their motive so that another character can achieve theirs. Example: Dr. Horrible achieves his motive of joining the Evil League of Evil at the cost of accidentally killing Penny and thus losing his other motive of being with her (Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog).
  • For the Greater Good: This is one of the more common sacrifices and it’s so common that it doesn’t create as large of an emotional response as it used to. Therefore, it has to be personal and heart wrenching for it to work. This is when a character gives up their life, their power, their money, their reputation, etc. for a better/larger cause. Example: Spock saves the ship, but exposes himself to radiation poisoning and dies (The Wrath of Khan).
  • All For Nothing: This is when the character makes a sacrifice of some kind, only for it to be for nothing. Example: Katniss volunteers to save Prim’s life, but Prim dies anyway and the Hunger Games continue (The Hunger Games).
  • The Savior: This is also a common sacrifice and, again, it’s hard to make it good because of that. This is when a character makes an impromptu decision to save someone from harm, such as taking a bullet for them. This sacrifice often results in death or injury that just happens to stop this character from reaching a motive/doing something they love. Sometimes this is premeditated. Example: When Gandalf faces the Balrog and exclaims, “You shall not pass!” (The Lord of the Rings).
  • Taking the Blame: This is when a character confesses to something they did not do in order to save others. For this to be a sacrifice, this character has to be giving up something by doing this. Example: Every sitcom ever when they have that one episode about cigarettes or cheating or something so one character steps forward and takes the blame.
  • Redemption: Sometimes a person is not losing anything through a sacrifice because they have already lost a lot. Their sacrifice is a way of redeeming themselves. Death is not always the sacrifice for these characters. They may pledge loyalty to someone, give up their freedom, give up their ability to do something, work for the person they wronged, etc. Example: I’m honestly drawing a blank right now.
  • Opposite: Use the opposite of a sacrifice. A character might be expected to make a sacrifice of some kind, only to not follow through. Example: BoJack Horseman and his decision to leave/stay on his TV show after his friend got fired (BoJack Horseman).

anonymous asked:

Hello! I am an avid Destiel shipper, and I love your meta (Destiel and otherwise)! I am glad that supernatural has reached the point where they can have queer characters that don't die (what happened to Charlie still pisses me off though). However, as obvious as Dean and Cas' love and possible future relationship is to me, it's not so obvious to others, and I sincerely doubt that they'll ever do anything about it. If something happens in Season 13, what do you think they'd do? Thanks! <3

Hello my lovely!

Thank you so much, I’m very happy to read you’re enjoying my meta! (makes my heart go an extra big thump-thump!)

And I do apologise for this reply taking forever. I get inspired and feel I want to write a long response and then I know it’ll take half a day so then I postpone and I shouldn’t and, again, my apologies. 

I love this question and have been pondering it since I got it - as well as working my way through some meta posts which I suppose goes someways to telling you what I think they might do. But let me focus my thoughts.

Firstly, I understand that doubt is there, because there have been so many times over the years when they’ve suddenly pulled back on the Destiel of it all.

Dean and Cas have been separated by:

  • Delusions of grandeur (Cas in cahoots with Crowley, to then believe he’s God)
  • Death (Cas returning the souls to Hell, releasing the Leviathan)
  • Mental illness (Cas healing Sam)
  • A need for redemption (Cas choosing Purgatory)
  • Gadreel (human!Cas and Dean could not get cosy in S9)
  • Self-sacrifice (Cas saying yes to Lucifer)
  • Self-defence (neither thinking the other loves them for all of S12, Dean acting defensive as fuck, shutting Cas out because he wants to let him in so bad it hurts)
  • MISCOMMUNICATION (a big theme throughout their courtship)

So, here’s what I think S12 has built towards - open communication.

This doesn’t just go for Dean and Cas, though. It goes for all three of Team Free Will, because I feel TFW has been slowly moving towards assembly for all of S12, and I want them together, working together, planning together in S13.

If Cas wakes up human - either in that sunrise that seems to be promising to peak over the mountains by that lake where he died (which would be glorious, but which I doubt, simply because it’s too soon for him to come back given the magnitude of the REBIRTH that seems unavoidable here), or when crawling out of his grave after the brothers bury him - human!Cas will facilitate the Destiel story line becoming integrated into the surface narrative of the show.

To me this feels the most logical, but please know that I might be so so wrong.

Why does it feel logical?

Because the surface viewers (or the casual viewers), as you say, do not see the romantic love between Dean and Cas.

So what to do?

They will need to build the romance up from scratch to make it believable to the casual viewer. 

How to do that then?

Well, how about we position all three of our main characters on a threshold, where all of their arcs have come to a peak and is ready to move into a new beginning for each of them.

  • Sam will Lead and MoL
  • Dean will tear down more walls while letting Sam Lead and MoL
  • Cas will be reborn, with all that this rebirth will entail


New Beginnings.

The writers can opt to move into S13 with all they have set up in S12 - all that chaos and calamity that will work as a pressure wave of deepened threat and uncertainty in S13 - and anchor us in the new leaf each of our main characters are turning. It will make the season feel fresh and interesting. 

Either way, though, whatever happens, I know they’ll make it so damn awesome I can’t wait to see what they have planned for us!

To my mind, human!Cas would feel like Cas, but there were always things Castiel couldn’t partake of fully, that human!Cas can: food, drink, breathing the air, wanting to be alive, learning what that want means, falling properly in love, feeling longing, and misery, and longing for Dean, and carrying that overwhelming fear over from Castiel’s heart, that his love isn’t reciprocated.

Castiel has felt frustration. He’s felt sadness. He’s felt hopelessness. But he hasn’t been able to deal with these emotions because “It’s all so confusing” as he says in S11 after finding Dean’s porn on Dean’s laptop. (exclusively of women, of course) All of it’s always been so confusing to Cas. He feels so many things, but he can’t quite make heads or tails of his feelings. 

So this is something the writers would tackle, humanising him, grounding our beloved angel so that he can finally make the choice of where he wants to belong, not where he thinks he should belong or could belong or has to belong.

As for Dean, he’ll just be so damn happy having Cas back that I can see him following him around to make sure he’s ok, being overly attentive, unable to hide his emotions, and the casual viewer will take note. As they took note of the mixtape in 12x19. 

These gestures, if they make Destiel part of the surface narrative, and I can’t see why they would backtrack (seriously, the love story arc is peaking along with the individual character arcs addressed above so for them to backtrack now would hurt the narrative they’ve been building for so many years) (they won’t do that), these gestures will then cement the fact that Dean and Cas are in love with each other

Then again, Cas might come back a powerful angel. *shrug* We have no way of knowing for sure, of course!

But if they do what I believe they’re about to do, the writers will weave Destiel into the surface narrative slowly, out of necessity, so that the surface viewers who really couldn’t care less will just shrug and go, oh, okay, so they’re doing this now, while giving the middle finger to the viewers who gag and walk away. (walk away gaggers) (good riddance)

This is partially why I feel pretty confident that Cas will be back early in S13. Because I do so firmly believe in the love story of it all, and I do understand the precarious situation the writers are in of introducing it into the surface narrative.

It will take time, and many episodes, and a fresh feel about it, as with every other arc poised for New Beginnings in S13.

The mixtape was the first thread for Destiel to be woven into the surface, though.

It was the first visual manifestation of there being anything more between these men than brotherhood and friendship. (ok so I would say there have been about one thousand of these) (um trench coat in the trunk of Dean’s car for a year and handing it over) (yeah casual viewers) (SHAME on you)

All the other threads are just waiting, dangling on the wind, and oh will they make the prettiest tapestry EVER!

anonymous asked:

How to become Homestuck trash? Step one?

How to Become Homestuck Trash: A Guide for the Uninitiated

Step 1: Have friends who are already Homestuck trash

This step is essential to becoming Homestuck trash. Let your trashy friends tell you about how amazing Homestuck is. The feels, the memes, the deaths, the glory, the confusion, how it redefines the webcomic medium with flash sections and a soundtrack. (If you don’t have trashy Homestuck friends this step can be replaced with seeing cool cosplays or fanart on tumblr) This should get you curious enough to move on to the next step. 

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I’m still not over Gravity Falls, and I probably never will be. Get ready for an essay, friends.

Before “Take Back the Falls” aired I was a little afraid my interest in Gravity Falls would die out. Sure, it was my favorite show by about thirty orders of magnitude. Sure, I’d gotten into it in a way I’d never gotten into a tv show before. That didn’t count as insurance. I’d fallen in and out of love with stories—especially shows, which aren’t really my thing—before. But you know what? I don’t think I’m ever going to stop loving Gravity Falls, because every time I think about watching any given episode, I feel the same sort of pang I get when I read Thorin’s last line in The Hobbit or hear the opening notes of “When You Wish Upon a Star”—because every time I try to pick Gravity Falls apart, I’m more wowed by what Hirsch and his team managed to do.

I just—okay, let’s look at something really simple, something which, in a lesser show, would have been really cool, but still only that; cool. In episode 1, “Tourist Trapped,” we’re presented with an unspoken question. Well, all right, we’re presented with a couple dozen unspoken questions, but I’m only going to focus on one. Dipper finds a journal in the woods. He opens the front cover and sees the words “Property of…,” with the space underneath for the name ripped out. Who is the author of the journal? We don’t know. Cue giant mystery number one. Fast forward to the end of “Not What He Seems.” A mysterious figure steps out of the portal. The kids ask who it is. Stan’s reply: “The Author of the Journals—my brother.”

So there you are. It took almost three years, thirty-one episodes, and a whole bunch of hints and clues, but we finally, finally got the answer to one of the first and certainly one of the biggest questions of the show.

Except … not really.

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Here’s what I really don’t get about the “Sasuke was gone for 12 years” storyline. It has no bearing on the greater plot at all. I literally do not understand what the point of it is. They didn’t use it to further develop his character or Sarada’s character at all. It was completely dropped after Gaiden. 

Nobody reacts realistically to the circumstances were presented with and it is so bizarre. All the adults seem completely unbothered that he’s been gone for over a decade. It’s so unbelievable. You’de think that when Sasuke did finally come back to the village he’d want to spend as much time with Sarada as possible, but instead he elects to train Bolt? And doesn’t even show up to watch Sarada at the chunin exams, which absolutely no one seems phased by in the slightest. Sasuke’s absence did absolutely nothing for the story because they basically pretend like it didn’t even happen. It throws everything out of balance. A fuck up of that magnitude would not go away after one confrontation, and if they wanted to have Sarada and Sasuke in conflict just for the duration of Gaiden, then there are other less nonsensical ways to go about it. The reaction everyone has to his absence is not even remotely proportional to the actual weight of what he did. It’s like he was just gone for a week or something. It is literally just one of the worst written plot points I’ve ever seen and I cannot wrap my head around it. What the fuck is going on. I feel like I’m in the twilight zone. 

The Only Exception - Part 3

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you don’t believe in romantic love, you find it pathetic. But maybe, you make an exception when you meet James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

A/N: God, I am soooo excited with this part. It was a challenge to write the article that is included. I did the best I could (sorry journalists of the Rolling Stone!) I wanted to explain the background of the band a little bit. I hope, I really hope, you enjoy this chapter.

Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13 @vivianbabz @petals-overdaisies @damnbuckyishot @brazien @siobhanrebecca @shamvictoria11

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(Credits to the owner of the gif)

On Wednesday morning, at work, Bucky got to know that ‘The Scarlets’ are in the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine; that means they are the main and longest interview in this edition of the magazine. He made a mental note of buying the Rolling Stone as soon as he leaves Stark Records.

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Apollo pt.4

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 5 // Part 6

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Writer blocks can be really frustrating, and sometimes having a “muse” doesn’t really help either. - Specially when your inspiration might not be there with you forever. ModernAU!

Warnings: Slight angst, or not so slight e.e

Words: 2120

A/N: PLOT TWIST 4 U. Also, I’m sorry this chapter turned out boring af, It’s like the link between the development and the end. @buchananbarnestrash THIS ONE IS FOR YOU, MAÑA. Check her writing, she’s good as hell.

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“(y/n) honey, can you come here?” You heard Pietro’s voice through your phone. You left your cup of coffee next to your partner, who was revising your work thoroughly. 

“Where are you, Maximoff?” You asked, knowing that something occurred again.

“The printer room, please come quickly.” He sounded frightened, like a little kid that did something bad and could tell that he was going to be grounded without TV cartoons the whole week. Sighing, you went to the rescue, making sure your boss was not around, checking on her workers.

The whole place was a chaos. You could picture thousands of dead trees claiming revenge, as the ground was filled with blank papers with only a few words typed in them, making them useless for the purpose they were created for in a book editorial.

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the scene immediately following galen’s death is so important to me because it lays bare all the very deep ways in which jyn and cassian are flawed, and more importantly it demonstrates the way that their struggles are so similar but happen for opposite reasons. 

jyn’s in shock because she literally just watched her father die in her arms, but she says some things that are very, very indicative of the fact that she has trouble seeing past her own self-preservation. it’s about cassian killing her father. it’s about his lying to her. and she’s selfish to a fault. when cassian says “you’re not the only one who’s lost everything,” he is calling jyn out, because she’s unable to see past the gun and recognize that the trigger wasn’t pulled. she doesn’t recognize the way her life as a drifter has privileged her with the luxury of deciding who and what to care for and about. she may have lost everything, but all she lost was hers to begin with. and that’s why she cares about losing it. 

on the other hand, in this same scene, we see that if cassian has one flaw, it’s selflessness. because it is possible to be selfless to a fault, to give of yourself so completely that you lose the ability to stare in the mirror and recognize what you see. that’s cassian. he’s imprisoned by his selflessness. he gave himself to the fight for the majority of his life, and in doing so, he surrendered a lot of his agency. jyn suggests he’s “no better than a stormtrooper,” which again is harsh because he didn’t pull the trigger and she’s too absorbed in the magnitude of her self-righteousness to realize the gravity of that, but it says a lot about who he has become. he follows every order even if it makes him so angry he can barely handle himself. he can’t afford to be selfish because his survival is defined by his ability to give what is demanded of him. 

AND THE BEST PART, the reason why this is THE BEST STAR WARS MOVIE OF ALL TIME, is that these are people who do not fall by virtue of their flaws, but by the correction of them in each other. this is a story about the broken mending the broken. the rebellion – you could even argue cassian himself, in that iconique “i couldn’t face myself if i gave up now” scene during which i cried approximately 3 gallons of tears – teaches jyn the possibility of finding a home in a cause. and jyn, simultaneously, convinces him to be selfish, for once, to go against orders, to take what he has known all along is right. 

they absolutely destroy the idea that heroism is about some great honorable sacrifice. it’s not. it’s about giving and taking. 


The ‘Injoo Gang Rape’ case was actually written based on the 'Miryang Gang Rape’ case that took place in 2004. 

I highly encourage you guys to google about it, of course, at your own discretion. We need to realize that such cases CAN happen in real life, whereby no drama nor movie (Han Gong Ju) can actually express the magnitude of this incident. 

I am aware that these cases happen everywhere, but since we’re avid viewers of 'Signal’, it would be good to just read about this. 

I am beyond glad that the director, Kim Won Seok and screenwriter, Kim Eun Hee decided to develop the story based on some of the cases actually happened in Korea despite its sensitive nature towards the public, police force or judicial system. 

“The reason why I included such cases in the drama is because I want people to never forget about them and to remind them that they should never happen again.” -Kim Won Seok

Originally posted by kdramafeed

I’ve been thinking ... (Big changes)

The next chapter of Dear Cosmos is hard. Really hard. It will take a long time to do using Sims 3, and, it will be slow, not just because of its complexity, but also, because of its magnitude. Having to have half of the internet downloaded into my game so that I have all of the CC I need … makes things slow.

Which, on top of all this, makes me procrastinate.  

I am beginning to think that I may have to look for other venues to share this story. Luckily for me! I am an artist as well as an author. For a while now I have wanted to change Dear Cosmos from a Sims story to an illustrated novel, so that I could maybe one day monetize it. Be a professional. So that I could publish it in books, and not be worried about, you know, the whole it’s from a game, a game I don’t own, thing. 

Plus,  it will be super interesting to be able to tell the story without the confines of the Sims game. 

So. What this means: I will be redoing the story from the beginning, using my own illustrations. I don’t know yet where I want to put this story, whether it will be online, and where, maybe another tumblr I don’t know. For now, though, I think I may be posting it here, so if you are like EW ARTWORK, this is for SIMS feel free to block that tag when it comes to it. This will probably just be a temporary solution.

To save on time, and because hey I do love the work I have done, I will likely be drawing over the pictures I have already created in a lot of the cases. They won’t be EXACTLY the same, but they will be guidelines. So yes, I know that, you don’t have to complain about it later. :P 

I do still want to create stories using Sims 3, however, so that will probably fall to the Tamesis story, which I still want to do, yes.  

So that is where I am right now. It was going to happen eventually, but I guess now is the best time to do it, as this chapter is like …. pshooowww. Plus, with all the changes that have been going on in my life, what’s one more?

We will still see the Dear Cosmos sims around, though. !! Likely in stand alone pics, etc. :D

Sansukh Re-read Ch.2

Okay, posting of chapter 2 ended up being delayed, because I had to run to the store and then crashed after I got home (getting up at four, five, and then six in the morning for three consecutive days will do that to you). Good news is, it’s a new day and I have very little that I need to do, so I can indulge in one of my favorite hobbies (reading, it’s tied with writing for first place), and squeal some more over this amazing story :)

Dwarrows centuries-dead greeted him, and as his sight returned he occasionally found himself brought up short by a familiar face or a vague family resemblance. Surely that was a Durin nose – surely those were the family ears! He walked around in a haze of recognition and bewilderment.

Kind of reminds me of one of my thoughts about the afterlife. If there’s something after death, will you get to see /all/ your family? Even people related to you but you’ve never met? No wonder poor Thorin’s confused, especially after how sudden his death was. Fíli and Kíli seem to be bouncing back a little faster, but they are younger and they don’t have as much grief and guilt as Thorin does, even if they’ve got their fair share.

Thorin’s grandmother, Queen Hrera, fussed and tutted over him more than she ever had as a young dwarfling. It took all his patience to refrain from reminding her that he was in fact older than her now, and had more white in his hair and beard than she had ever managed. Not that she would have listened, anyhow. The women of his family had always been even more mulish than the men. Fíli and Kíli smirked a lot whenever she managed to corral him and tweak his cheek.

He had his revenge when Hrera descended on them in turn and promptly began to plait Kíli’s hair.

Another OC I love? Hrera. Prim, proper, and still completely able to put you in your place if need be. Likely while sitting and sipping tea while her family looked on in amusement because they know better. She reminds me a little of the dwarf version of Queen Clarisse, so I love that too, but there’s just a lot about Hrera that’s amazing. Especially as the story goes on, and we see more of her (like her reactions to learning about Dís and Durin Bomfrísul and her interactions with Radagast).

A Dwarf with a multitude of honey-coloured braids and a puckish, mischievous face came near, and Thorin’s mouth opened on a soft intake of breath. Then he grabbed the Dwarf’s shoulders and drew him into a rough embrace. “Víli.”

His brother-in-law silently pressed their foreheads together. “Thank you for raising them,” said Víli son of Vár. “Thank you for being there when I could not.”

Thorin fumbled for Víli’s hand and grasped it tightly. “They are the best of my life,” he said, and Víli’s eyebrows rose and the ghost of the impish grin that had captured Dís’ heart passed over his lips.

I’ve read a lot of stories that reference Dís’ husband, some who I like more than others, but Víli is one of my favorites. He’s the perfect compliment to Dís, especially at the time of her life when they’d met, and it’s easy to see that Fíli and Kíli inherited more than just some of his looks, even if they wouldn’t know that until they joined him. Also, imagining Víli watching over Dís, Fíli, and Kíli all their lives, desperately wanting to be able to join them, to comfort them when they’re upset and join in on the laughter during the good times? Recipe for tears.

His cousins Náin and Fundin, both Burned Dwarves of Azanulbizar, instantly crowded him with enthusiastic pleas for news of their sons. Though Mahal had mentioned that any Dwarf in the Halls could watch over their kin at any time, it appeared that the immediacy of his tales was greatly appreciated and sought after. Though it tore at his heart, Thorin told them all that he could remember. His old cousin Farin, father to Fundin and Gróin, was quiet and calm, a smile tugging at his lips as he listened to the stories of his four heroic grandsons of the Company – Balin, Dwalin, Óin and Glóin.

Gróin was the worst of the lot, however. He was so proud of his grandson he was likely to explode, and asked Fíli and Kíli for any tales of their young playfellow at any and every opportunity. At these times, Thorin would take the opportunity to slip away and explore.

Gróin reminds me a lot of Glóin, unsurprisingly. They’re both so proud of their family that it isn’t even funny. And Thorin knows enough from being around Glóin for awhile to know that slipping away is a good idea. I can’t really blame him, though, since he hasn’t really gotten to interact with Gimli and it’s been years since he’s seen either of his sons. Things like this, and like Víli’s story, are why you’ll be wishing for deaths on a Game of Thrones magnitude, alright? Because they’re all able to be together with their loved ones when they’re dead (except for poor Narvi and Kíli). This story takes ‘death is but the next great adventure’ to a whole new height.

It was all a mystery to Thorin. Where were the Halls located? Aman, yes, obviously -but where? Were these great mines and workshops located in the Halls of Mandos, the Doomsman of the Valar? Or did the Dwarves bide their long years of waiting within the mountains of Mahal, their maker?

And for that matter - whence came the wood for the forges? Where the cloth for the clothes? Where the food for the meals? No Dwarf could tell him, and most seemed grudgingly resigned to never knowing. Thorin’s temperament was not well-suited to such mysteries, and he began to eye each meal suspiciously until his mother told him to stop it and eat.

Can’t blame Thorin for that. I’d be curious too, although I’d probably be in the grudgingly resigned camp before too long. I’d work myself up too much otherwise. Good thing Frís is able to get him to stop worrying about it for the moment.

Thorin gave his brother a quick glance. Frerin’s normally merry face was solemn, his bright blue eyes dark. He noticed Thorin’s regard and the corner of his mouth twitched ruefully. “I spent a lot of time here,” he said, “sitting upon that bench. That one just over there. I watched you and Dís and Dwalin and Balin, watched you all grow older. Older, and harder… and colder.” He swallowed hard, and tugged absently at his forked beard. “Mother and I nearly broke down when you finally smiled again after Fíli’s birth. We’d almost forgotten what it looked like.”

It must have been painful, watching his family and friends change so much, getting so closed off, so worried and stressed and angry, and not being able to do anything at all about it. Again, things like this are why people advise you to stock up on tissues before re-reading this. The happy ending’s coming, but there’s a lot of angst they have to work through first.

“You bloody fool,” Dwalin sighed, and scrubbed at his face before standing awkwardly and making his way with careful steps to a shelf. There he pulled down a flask, tore out the cork with his teeth, and took a long swig.

“Somehow I don’t think that will help, brother,” came another familiar voice. Thorin whirled to see Balin in the doorway, his white hair covered by a filthy bandage and part of his magnificent beard cut close to reveal a nasty, jagged cut along his cheek and jaw. “And I’m fairly certain it wasn’t in Óin’s orders.”

“He’s got his medicines, I’ve got mine,” Dwalin growled, and took another sip.

Knowing Óin, that might have actually been in his orders. Yeah, you’re not supposed to drink when you’re injured, but Dwalin’s stubborn enough that he probably wouldn’t have accepted any normal pain relief, if they had it to spare, and considering that Óin gets blindingly drunk later on, it seems to be his way of dealing with emotional pain. Drink first, deal with it after the headache goes away. So, he probably would have realized that Dwalin needed it to help him? Not that Balin’s wrong, Dwalin needs to be talking about it instead of bottling everything up and drinking alone, but I’m thinking that Óin’s so busy that he wouldn’t have even lectured Dwalin if he’d found out.

Thorin closed his eyes, and when next they opened he was looking out at a hall covered in a sea of sluggish bodies. The hundreds upon hundreds of wounded were filling the air with their groans and cries, and Thorin bit down on a cry of his own as he saw the carnage the orcs had wrought.

Óin looked exhausted. His curled braids were frayed and his eyes were deep black pits in his sunken face. Glóin, Dori and Bilbo moved around him with mechanical movements, washing the wounded, feeding them, boiling water and smearing ointment on injuries. In a corner in a great rotted chair sat Nori, tearing cloth to make bandages. His left leg came to a shocking stop below his knee, and a metal peg – obviously Bofur’s work – sat half-finished beside him. Amongst the beds trudged Óin, drooping and ceaseless, his hands never still as he stitched and cut and wrapped. None of them spoke.

The ugly side of war that no one ever talks about. Even if it’s something like this, life or death battling against the orcs, that doesn’t mean that there will be no casualties. I mean, I love reading stories where all the good guys survive without any sort of injury as much as the next person, but this is a far more realistic look at it.

Dori’s face sagged, though his voice was brisk. “Yes indeed we will, Mister Glóin. This time, however, I’ll do it. Your sewing is atrocious, if you’ll pardon me saying.”

“I’m a banker, not a weaver,” Glóin retorted.

Oh Dori.

Dáin watched him go with weariness written all over his face, before turning back to the Elf. “Forgive him, Prince Legolas,” he said. “He suffered at the hands of your… hospitality, shall we call it? And later, of course, it seemed that Men and Elves alike would happily clamber over their corpses in order to steal that which rightfully belongs to our people. Dwarves do not quickly forget an injustice.”

Dáin might be better at using tact than Thorin, but he’s not going to just lie back and let anyone walk over him. Honestly, I love Dáin so much, and this fic only added to my mental image of him.

“Durin’s hammer and tongs,” Frerin whispered. “Did he… do you think he can…”

“I told you,” Thorin said thickly, “Mahal gave me a gift. They will sense my words in their deepest minds.”

Frerin stared at him.

“I know.” Thorin closed his eyes. “I am unworthy.”

“Not that,” Frerin said. “You must watch what you say! This is a power no Dwarf should have.”

Thorin frowned. “Why? They cannot hear my words as you do.”

“You could influence them without their knowing,” Frerin said, his bright youthful face unusually serious. “You must be careful, Thorin. They could act without knowledge of their actions.”

Opening his mouth to retort, Thorin abruptly recalled the subtle power of the gold and his desperate determination to see the treasures of his people safe in Dwarven hands. Troubled, he turned back to Dáin. “Aye.”

I was waiting for someone to say it, and Frerin didn’t disappoint in the slightest.

Dís blinked back her tears, and her hand tightened about the crushed message. “That prideful fool,” she rasped, her voice harsh with weeping.

“Aye,” Thorin said, and smiled through a fresh storm of shame. “A prideful fool who loves you. Though I die, that will never change. No veil of death can stop it.”

“Nothing ever stopped him,” she said, and buried her face in her hands once more. “Why did he never stop?”

“Line of Durin, sister,” he said, and swallowed roughly. “A proud… family trait.”

“Damn the Line of Durin to the nethermost pits of Moria,” she hissed into her palms, and her voice began to rise with barely-contained anguish. “Damn our line, and damn our pride, and damn our name, and damn our blind, wilful madness! Let the dragon have Erebor if it would bring them back to me! I would have them here! How am I to go on alone? My sons are gone! My brother gone! Our line is spent and I am alone!” She whirled and took up a cup on her dresser and flung it against the wall with a cry of rage and misery.

“You will go on,” said Thorin. “You will, daughter of Kings, best of sisters. You are as stubborn as the rest of us.”

She collapsed across her bed, and her tears began anew. Thorin stood and sighed.

I’m going to be saying this a lot, but poor Dís. Her husband, parents, brother and grandparents have been gone for years, and now her sons and only living sibling are gone as well and she’ll feel like she’s all alone. It’s around this point (if it didn’t already happen back when Víli was introduced), that you’ll hope that Dís joins her family soon. Instead, she lives a fairly long life, but she’s got a star to light up the darkness of her post-war life (yes, I know, I’m not even remotely subtle).

Thorin watched the young Dwarf work for a moment longer, noting the mechanical movements and the dogged persistence that kept one foot stepping in front of the other. “The lad is mourning his playfellows, and seeks to exhaust himself with work rather than weep,” he said.

“I have wept long enough,” Gimli muttered to himself. “Aye, and loudly too! Work is what is needed. Work will tire my mind and keep my thoughts quiet.”

“Thorin!” Frerin’s eyes widened in astonishment. “He hears you!”

“He hears me well, even more clearly than Dáin or Dís,” Thorin said slowly, and he tilted his head as he studied his youngest cousin further. Gimli laced his fingers and made the knuckles crack loudly, and then he hefted a sawn tree-round to the block and unslung a wood-axe from his belt. A strong boy, then. “He must be quite a perceptive lad. Glóin does well to be proud of him.”

Gimli’s more perceptive than anyone (in fandom especially) gives him credit for. He’s strong, yes, and great with an axe, but that’s not all he is. He’s smart, and he’s pretty good with people too. (There’s more, but if I start listing Gimli’s good points, this post will end up about twice the length it is already).

“Lofty ambitions,” Frerin said, and leaned against the parapet. “See that swing? He’s a natural axeman, and already a talented warrior. Dwalin trained him along with our nephews. It was rather entertaining to watch them - they are both equally as pigheaded as each other.”

“He’s a Dwarf, of course he’s pigheaded,” said Thorin.

I laughed so hard at this bit.

Explain, Parker (Peter Parker Imagine)

Request: “Can I request prompt #84 with Peter Parker?” -anon

Prompt: #84 “I made cookies

A/N: (Y/F/N) = Your friend’s name. Sorry it’s a little short! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Your boyfriend, Peter Parker has been acting strange for a couple of months, so you give a choice: explain what’s going on or be single.

Warnings: One swear word?

Originally posted by quinn-harleen

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The Super Awkward Public Confession Incident

SO! I am a little (make that a lot) embarrassed to have written/be posting this and of the sheer ammount of asks I’ve sent to @geek-fashionista for her #teacher AU (which were all in Anon so thankfully nobody will ever know the magnitude of my obssession). But well, it escalated to the point that I just had to write The Thing™️ (yes it is I, thanks again for the support Princess).

Much like my #miraculous ladybug genderbend fanfic, I’ll be posting random out-of-order snippets for the teacher AU (but fear not, when I post a thing I’ll tell where it goes in the general scheme), mostly Lunon because I’m just really hardcore shipping these kids. God, I need help.

Today’s snippet takes place almost at the end of the story/AU, at the middle/end of Lucas and Manon’s senior year.

So, here goes nothing! Hope you enjoy!

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