I admit the show looks shitty, and I feel bad for jet, but I also feel bad for the person who paid her to watch it too, is that weird? Like maybe it's me being an idiot (most probable) but I just hope they are sincerely enjoying the liveblog despite how anyone else feels about the show itself I guess :/ I don't want them to take the criticisms as a personal slight or anything and have it be a shitfest, I dunno
No, I think that’s fair! I do too, but if she and Jet have talked about it, and she’s fine with how it’s going, that’s okay. If I were the sponsor I’d have switched things already, but clearly they can deal with it, which is great and cool.
Also though…just because I think it’s shitty doesn’t mean they can’t think it’s great. I can totally gloss over some shit, and not others, and other people have other things like that. We’re all beautiful unique individuals that way. I mean some of my favorite shows there are aspects of that you’d be totally right to rip to shreds.
Anyway, no I think feeling bad for them isn’t stupid, I feel that way too.
When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.
When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.
I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.
Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).
And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.
There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).
I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.
*Note: placements are interpreted without a house influence and as if they were unaspected, other placements in a chart can affect how Venus manifests in one’s chart. Feminine pronouns are used for Venus because I view her as a feminine planet, all gender identities have a functional Venus.
Venus in Aries: By doing her own thing. Venus in Aries is
notoriously hard to catch because of her tendency to incite feelings of
attraction in others when she’s being completely oblivious to their existence.
Often a strong presence that draws in others wherever she goes, Venus in Aries tends
to make other people follow her in whatever direction she’s heading, even if
she doesn’t know what direction that is herself. Because of her individuality
and strong self-esteem that is rooted only in her own opinion of herself, only
the most persistent, strong willed, or accommodating of suitors can catch her.
She is, however, as present in a relationship as she is hard to catch since
once set on a path for love, is completely on that one path.
Venus in Taurus: By being classy. Venus in Taurus often gets
a reputation for being materialistic because she appreciates the things that
money can buy. This, however, is also where her charming sense of style and
strong personal values come from. Venus in Taurus doesn’t want to hear cheap
talk or see displays of machismo, she holds out for the suitor whose actions
show her love and on whom she can rely. Love is great, but Venus in Taurus
tends to fall in love with security. Venus in Taurus also tends to be the most
comfortable of all the Venus signs in her own body which often leads others to
want to touch her because of her naturally well-built form.
Venus in Gemini: By being the whole package. Venus in
Gemini, as per her reputation, can be a bit all over the place and a jack of
all trades, but this gives her a wide variety of skills to utilize and topics
to discuss. She tends to attract people by being inquisitive and genuinely
interested in what others say. As a result, she can talk to anyone about
anything, at least until they bore her. She’s never boring, but she also can
get bored quite easily and only suitors that can either roll with how
fast-paced she is or give her a lot of freedom can keep her around. Tending to
be one of the more popular Venus signs, Venus in Gemini has no shortage of
interests or people interested in talking to her.
Venus in Cancer: By caring about family values. Venus in
Cancer tends to be, more so than other placements, a product of her
environment. It’s not that she can’t think for herself, it’s just that she
doesn’t see the point in trying to do something a new way if an old way works.
Because of this, she tends to attract people with her old-fashioned charm and
by genuinely caring about the well-being and emotional state of those around
her. Because of her inclination towards valuing her own family, Venus in Cancer
can be a bit standoffish to strangers but there’s nobody more fiercely devoted
to those she cares about. Potential suitors may be scared off by the ferocity
at which she defends her pack, but that won’t stop those who truly value her
Venus in Leo: By being fabulous. Venus in Leo can be a bit
of a diva at times, but that’s just because she has a strong sense of
self-worth and is very creative. This worth can sometimes dip when she receives
criticism, but that only drives her to seek out only those who can truly
appreciate her in her natural attractiveness. Because of her grand self-image,
she’s also notably generous with what she has and despite how much of a diva
she may seem really wants others to like her. However, she’s not the type to
take any crap from anyone which makes her appear like quite the prize to be
won. Only suitors who are willing to treat her like the royalty she knows is
are worthy of being in her royal family where she can continue being her
Venus in Virgo: By always being prepared and organized.
Venus in Virgo is predictably well groomed and while she typically isn’t the
vain type, she takes a lot of care to take care of her body and as a result is
often in glowing shape. She tends to attract people with her constant
preparedness and timeliness which tells others that she values their time and
effort. While this placement is notably picky, it’s a way of winnowing out
suitors who won’t value how much effort she puts into everything and may take
her service-oriented nature for granted.
Venus in Libra: By wanting to understand other people. Venus
in Libra tends to have a very inviting appearance that corresponds to her
inviting personality. It’s easy to talk to a Venus in Libra because she is very
other-oriented and values what other people need, often to her own detriment. Because
Venus in Libra can also be somewhat averse to heavy emotions, she often finds
herself in a situation where she has to smile and listen despite how the
conversation is making her uncomfortable because she cares that the other
person gets heard even when they aren’t listening to her at all. As a result,
Venus in Libra tends to fall for the lighthearted and fun types, those who can
help her find the beauty and balance in the world and naturally give as much as
Venus in Scorpio: By being mysterious. Venus in Scorpio gets
a reputation for being mean, but it’s because she really values the
transformation cycle. People are naturally intimidated by the depth at which
she can go into the emotional realm but that slight uneasiness and curiosity is
what draws them in. While she may seem unfriendly, it’s mostly because she
loves very, very deeply and only wants to share that with someone who she feels
deserves that amount of devotion. Incredibly loyal and the type of person who
will never give up on someone, her emotional resolution will only be admitted
to suitors who can handle both all of the pain and love she can bring. Most
cannot handle the self-reflection they are required to do in her presence
because it can be painful, but the breaking down of old systems is what allows
for pure, steel-strong love to develop between her and her chosen love.
Venus in Sagittarius: By making jokes. Venus in Sagittarius
is one of the liveliest Venus placements and she is able to lighten up just
about any situation with her effervescent humor. She often has a passion for a
world where good triumphs over evil and through her own sense of right and
wrong she often galvanizes others to see the world through her worldly lens.
Venus in Sagittarius has a knack for attracting people who come from cultures
very different from her own and is interested in what insights other
perspectives can offer her. As a result, only those who are deep enough to
ponder life’s mysteries but also light-hearted enough to laugh at how small we
as people are in the context of such a big world can truly win her heart.
Winning, however, may not last forever since she is known for having shorter,
more intensely passionate relationships in which two individuals come together
and change each other’s lives forever, but don’t necessarily stay together.
Venus in Capricorn: By being a boss. Now, Venus in Capricorn
doesn’t necessarily have to have already achieved her ambitions to start
attracting others, it’s her natural sense of drive and desire to be on top of
the world that attracts others to her. She’s not afraid to do what it takes to
get her way and others are likely to either respect her for her tenacity or
scoff at her because they’re unwilling to put in the same amount of effort she
does. She also has a tendency of using how others respect her to her advantage
which may leave more dreamy and romantic partners in a daze, but because she’ll
test devotion like no other, when she’s committed you can be sure it’s one iron
lock of a commitment. She values what others are willing to do for her and in
turn she makes them feel valuable for what they have control over (their
actions) rather than things that are out of their control (what they’re born
Venus in Aquarius: By being quirky. Now, Venus in Aquarius
can range from being a total oddball to being incredibly popular, but both manifestations do so by having an opinion that’s
a little different from everyone else’s. It’s kind of hard not to like her
because she moves to the beat of her own drum and isn’t afraid to go against
the mainstream. Her unwillingness to conform, however, makes her very difficult
to get close to because conventional means of approach are often ignored. She
may seem a bit standoffish and is generally more interested in ideas than
feelings but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about people. She just prefers
to do so in a more broad way and leave individual emotional care to those who
are more adept at it. Only suitors who are ok being close on an intellectual level
can ever really be with her.
Venus in Pisces: By being sweet. Venus in Pisces can be a
bit naïve, happily oblivious to “reality” and may have very transient emotions,
but it’s hard for people to dislike how genuine she is. While it may seem like
her constantly crying about how the sky is falling or (while also crying) talking
about how beautiful life is over the top, she genuinely feels every emotion she
observes. Sometimes, Venus in Pisces may even seem too delicate for this harsh
earth, but she inspires others with such emotion that the feel the need to
rescue her whenever she’s in trouble. She also may get a reputation for being a
liar or playing with people’s emotions, but while she may change how she feels
very quickly, she feels it genuinely in that moment which can confuse lovers
who see her both madly in love with them and also despairing over their bad
side all in a matter of hours and sometimes even minutes. Despite her
volatility, moments of true love is rare, and the degree to which she can
devote herself is unparalleled, for better or for worse, and suitors can’t help
but try for a chance at a taste of it.
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Sorry I’ve been so inactive the last couple of days… I’ve had a mild case of art block..
sooo to kick myself out of it I drew the start of an older danny au where instead of going to college after high school he sticks around FentonWorks and helps his parents out.
At this point he’s had some time to become more friendly with his ex-enemies and to learn more about his ghost half, which resulted in him becoming a bit more ghostly- and now that his secret is out to his parents, he works as kind of a researcher/intermediary for ghost-human relations.
but mostly I just wanted to draw a dorky older Danny wearing some of those classy fenton goggles lol
Guys I wrote smut! finally. This was an idea that just popped into my head thanks to @mizpahes this is a single one shot, I might make it a series for decade!harry though so let me know what you think!
summary: the one where Harry takes his sweetheart out to a drive in movie
The 1950’s, a decade made for teen rebellion. Of course, no one over the age of 30 would know that though. The movement was as silent and effective as a speakeasy of the 1920’s, it was popular only to those involved. Teenagers went out every weekend on innocent dates, they’d get dropped off at home with a polite kiss on the cheek only to come back a few hours later to sneak into their lovers room, or out, for that matter. America was thriving after the war and so was the Styles family.
Harry had moved to the states with his family after his father got a job offer to work for Cadillac. He was the best car dealer in Manchester and they needed someone like him working for their brand. So, the Styles’ were given their very own Cadillac dealership in the suburbs of New York and became an instant hit. Wealth hit them faster than they could even say the word ‘sold’, and Harry found himself gaining popularity at his High School just as quickly.
Tom let out a sigh of relief as he rounded the corner into
the quieter section of the airport, away from the demanding paparazzi. There
were fewer people here, all lost in their own worlds, wanting to get to their
planes. He wasn’t famous to them, just another passer byer.
In front of him you talked to Harrison and Harry, unphased
by the previous events that occurred not even five minutes ago. The screaming,
the grabbing, the shoving. All calling for Tom, all needing to be seen, but he
was only one man. Tom Holland loved his job, it was everything he ever dreamed
of, but he was only human and the world refused to believe that.
When you noticed Tom had fallen behind you excused yourself
from the conversation and slowed your pace until you and Tom were in the same
rhythm side by side. You gently smiled at him earning a fake one in return.
You hated seeing him this way, but it had become a norm. He
was an amazing actor, using his skill more off screen than on. Constantly
putting on a show for everyone around him, smiling, laughing, taking everything
thrown at him. He couldn’t falter, not even for a second, or the media would
eat him alive. So the second he was behind closed doors he would come crumbling
down and let the exhaustion take over. So it wasn’t uncommon that he would
spend the day moping around in bed or be a little grumpier then was called for.
He would apologize like crazy afterwards, wanting to be the perfect boyfriend
for you but you would just curl up next to him and tell him that everything was
okay. And every time it would throw him off guard expecting you to be mad but
you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend, you
didn’t sign up from the perfect person the world made him be, you signed up for
all the little imperfections that made him Tommy.
“Wow,” You grabbed his hand, catching his attention. “Look
at that view.”
Behind the glass wall the sun kissed the horizon in an
explosion of warm yellows and reds, turning the sky into a work of art. A plane
could be seen in the distance, heat radiating into the atmosphere, rippling the
sky around it like a pebble into a pond.
You didn’t travel nearly as much as Tom or Harrison, this
was only your third time tagging along on one of his press tour locations, so
you were sure he had seen this view hundreds of times but you wondered if he
had ever really taken a second to just enjoy it.
“You know, they call this the golden hour in photography.”
You glanced over at Tom whose tired eyes were soaking in the view. “It makes,
like, the perfect photograph or something.”
“I can see why they’d call it that.” His voice was soft and
low, worn out from all the use from earlier in the day.
“I can’t wait to see it again tomorrow.” You smiled. “And
the day after that, aaaand the day after that. With you, in airports and hotels
or wherever this crazy adventure takes us.” You swung your connected hands,
trying to bring some energy back into the peaceful moment. “So come on, Holland, lets get to our plane.”
You tugged at his hand, pulling him along. He kept stealing
glances at the view, wanting to just stop time and enjoy this moment with you.
Because if he was being honest with himself this was the first time he felt
like he could breathe since he stared filming Spider-Man, all because you said ‘us’.
He wasn’t on this adventure alone, you were right by his side, even when he was
at his worst. Even when he rose his voice at the stupidest of things, or didn’t
have any energy to go out on a date, or when he didn’t want anything to do with
anyone, you were still there. Even if you were in different countries your face
would pop up on his phone when he needed you the most. You were his golden
hour, you were perfect.
“Will you marry me?” He tugged back on your hand, making you
stop midsentence, talking about whatever book you were reading this week.
“What?” You asked, not hearing his quiet voice over your loud
one. “Tom we can talk and walk, we gotta go, the plane is going to be taking
off soon.” You tried to tug on his hand to make him move again but he stood his
“Will you marry me?” He asked again. You furrowed your
brows, confused. Without a second though he dropped down to one knee, holding
your hand in his and that when everything started piecing together.
“I don’t have a ring, and I know this really isn’t the right
place to be asking but fuck, (Y/N), I love you. And I really need you to say
yes. Because the second we get off that plane I want to run to the closest
church, or city hall or anywhere that will make you my wife. I can’t take
another second of not knowing you are mine forever.” You watched him ramble on,
tears prickling at your eyes.
In front of you, Harrison looked back to see what was taking
you both so long to catch up. He slapped Harry’s arm, getting his attention.
“Yes.” Happiness spilling out of you in a form of a laugh. “Yes,
I will marry you.” You were bouncing on the balls of your feet now, unable to
control yourself. Tom stood up, a grin plastered across his face.
“Yeah?” He questioned, making sure one last time he heard
“Yes.” You kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
You leaned into you, deepening the kiss before lifting you into the air and
spinning around. As he put you down,
Harrison and Harry ran up behind you, wrapping you both into a hug before
laughing and congratulating you.
And as promised, the second you got off the plane you had
found the closest city hall.
“What’s it like?” Bittle asked one evening as they settled on Jack’s couch with their nightcaps: red wine for Bittle, chamomile tea for Jack. “Being bi?”
Jack chuckled. “That’s a complicated questions, Bits.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Bittle said, taking a small sip of the petite syrah Jack’s parents had sent them after Jack announced their relationship. “You’ve heard all my bellyachin’ about growing up gay in Georgia-” He was cut off momentarily by the beginnings of Jack’s protests, but waved him off. “Fine, my completely legitimate struggles. Better?”
Jack grinned and nodded. Bittle rolled his eyes fondly.
“But you rarely talk about your experiences. When did you know you weren’t straight? How did you realize you liked girls and boys? Was it harder or easier or just different being bi in Juniors?”
“You’ve thought about this a lot,” Jack said mildly, blowing at the steam rising from his mug.
“Of course I have,” Bittle said with an exasperated look. “I think about you a lot.”
❝You’d always wondered what it would have been like if you and Hoseok had grown up liking each other, if you had had a childhood friend for a neighbor instead of a sworn enemy. While you would literally rather gauge your eyes out with a spoon than be forced to have a conversation with your shit for brains neighbor, a class trip to the museum and one wonky statue places the two of you under a body swap curse with no set way to reverse it.❞
OK SO I’ve never really did one of these long theory posts but here I am. I’m prob gonna do one about Shiro too but when i have HD pictures cause my internet sucks so my netflix is blurry. I have more pictures for this theory.
ANYWAY I’m going to talk about this lovely lady ACXA
NOTE: This theory ISNT about how she related to Keith, it’s possible but I dont have anything to back it up to me her looks aren’t something that would give it away or facial expression. That’s a very broad so to me it’s not good enough backing.
I’m going to talk about her possible character development.
I want to mention that she is very merciful from what i’ve seen. It seems she doesn’t want to really hurt anyone or kill anyone as much as possible compared to the others. Only other one would be probably Ezor she just seems like she’d rather toy with people more than anything. BUT a few examples as to why Acxa is more merciful than she comes off to be .
1: She had many chances to just kill Keith and Hunk off (blah its a kids show i know) but she didn’t she learned from them that their paladins of Voltron she could have shot keith when leaving but I feel she would’ve knocked his bayard from his hand instead like she did to Lance and then kicked him back.
2: In this scene she emphasized on “KILL NO ONE” and she got shot at a second after they disbursed. She went after them and shot at their guns not THEM to disarm them and put them in a force field.
Now I wanna get a major one that happened
3: She remembered and she HESITATED and then she moved to another stance what I’m guessing was to get either get a better look at his face OR for Ezor to have a better angle to hit him maybe both. But the fact is she REMEMBERED and hesitated once she did…She maybe fighting him but I think part of her is very thankful for him saving her. Because if he didn’t she probably would have died in there.That small memory might have meant ALOT more than we think.
4: She stopped Zethrid when she wanted to fight them more and pummel them. But a keyframe after this I want to linger on is this one
It had menacing music and a face like that tell me she is PISSED that Acxa stopped her I’ve gotten to a point if I see this I automatically assume the worst such as Plotting Revenge. So to ME this face says “she’ll pay for that” in other words do something such as frame her, make her purposely mess up, make Lotor HATE her. I know it’s just a small frame but I like to think some things are important even though they necessarily might not be. Either that or she was just a grumpy mcgee and was upset she didnt get to blow them up.
OK NOW FOR THE MAIN EVENT
Remember her piloting that ship made out of the comet and fighting Voltron? It was a main part of the episode of course you do. and that she shot the teledove piece
Sweety you know you done fucked up and she knows it too. SHE FAILED! LOTOR IS MAD!
THESE are critical moments to me FAR more than the others. WHY?! Because this seems major its a critical failure because Lotor NEEDED the blue prints of that teledove piece as a Blueprint and it was probably the ONLY one of its kinda that was left over DESTROYED. The ending was funny because they went into the past on the episode right after we don’t see the present, so something is telling me that she is going to regret letting that teledove slip away.
Lotor put his trust in her and she failed so she’s probably going to get demoted from second in command. OR worse as in paying dearly for that loss so ya know getting booted completely from his generals. She seems more distance from the others and does her own thing unless ordered otherwise she’s DEATHLY loyal to Lotor maybe even loves him but once she betrayed by him…she won’t know where to go.
In other words.. What if she switches sides and becomes part of team Voltron. She definitely seems ALOT more willing than the others if she’s betrayed she runs and also WHAT if she runs WITH the ship Lotor made and if anything if she disappears and joins Voltron she could also have a TUN of information they could use. From what i’ve seen they’ve emphasized on her character more than any of the other generals.
I wanted to make this while I had the willpower because I want to see if I’m right when next season comes out.
Besides I LOVE the thought of getting a new badass alien on the Team
Okay, so a few people have shown interest in hearing an unpopular fma, so here goes: Hohenheim was not a good father. Now, before anyone immediately disagrees, I’d ask you to please hear me out, because I do have a real argument for this, and it isn’t just a post bashing Hohenheim. (And this analysis will be talking about fmab Hohenheim, because there’d be a whole lot more to say about 03 Hohenheim)
Before I say anything else, I’d like to start by saying that I like Hohenheim as a character. The way he was written was compelling, and he added so much to the plot and development of other characters. He tries his best to be a good person, and at heart, just wants to do what’s best for the people around him. And there’s absolutely no doubt that he loved his wife and two sons more than anything else in the world. And I’ve seen people argue that that fact alone makes him a great parent. However… that doesn’t automatically make him a great father, or even a good one.
Loving your child is not the only requirement of a parent. Being a good parent requires you to be there for your kid, to encourage them, to help shape the kind of person they are. It requires being an active presence in your child’s life. And Hohenheim just didn’t have that. He left his wife and two kids at home when both Ed and Al were toddlers, and went off to travel. I understand why he had to leave, and I’m not saying this wasn’t something important. But the fact of the matter is that he left his home, and he didn’t return, didn’t even spare the time for a simple phone call for over ten years. Ten years. And he didn’t even bother calling his family to check in on them. I probably wouldn’t even be making this post if he decided to give Trisha a phone call every couple of days and talk to the boys.
He found out about his wife’s death ten years after it happened. He had no idea one of his sons became a state alchemist until three years after the fact. He just wasn’t there for so much of his sons’ lives, to the point where Ed doesn’t even recognize him as his dad anymore. Hohenheim didn’t fulfill any of the duties a father is typically supposed to fulfill, and he wasn’t there for his children at a time when they needed him most and were left on their own. Had he been at home with Ed and Al, their human transmutation attempt might not have even happened! They lived by themselves for ten years only loosely supervised by Pinako, then Izumi, then nobody.
When Hohenheim did decide to return to Resembool after ten years, there’s no doubt in my mind that he was ecstatic at the prospect of seeing his family. He obviously loved them immensely, and that love and need to protect them was one of his main reasons for leaving in the first place. But he returned to a burned down home and two broken sons (one if you count the fact that Hohenheim only met up with Al muuuuch later on in the series then Ed). This was a direct result of his bad parenting because had he been there for Ed and Al, had he been active in their lives, there would have been so much less tragedy.
Someone could argue that when Hohenheim came back for the Promised Day, he was there at a time when his sons needed him most… but what about all the other times? What about the night Ed and Al attempted human transmutation? What about Ed’s painful automail recovery? What about the time when Ed decided to become a state alchemist? Being there for one huge moment of your child’s life and helping them then doesn’t redeem you for leaving them to their own devices for over ten years without a word. He played a minimal role in raising his kids in the couple years he did stay at home with them, then left them to grow up on their own without a dad.
Hohenheim was a good person, and he loved his family so much, but like I said earlier, love alone doesn’t make you a good parent. It requires playing an active role in raising your children, and let’s face it: Hohenheim couldn’t do that.
Hi! Some of you might know me from @vvakarians (my main blog) or from @dragonageaspecweek as Mod Mal! I decided that this fandom needed a little more positivity in the trans department, so I’m hosting a Trans Positivity week!
It will run from August 21st to the 27th
This is for BOTH Dragon Age and Mass Effect series
It is open to ALL people with trans characters and trans headcanons
During this week it is encouraged to make anything you would like about your oc’s or send in things about pre-existing characters that you headcanon as trans!
My ask box will be open for general questions, if you want to introduce your character, or just talk about trans stuff
I will track the tag #transbioware, feel free to @ me as well!!
There will be absolutely no hate on this blog, if anyone sends it in they will be blocked and reported
I just really wanted to spread more positivity in this fandom during a time that a lot of people are coming out and spreading hate. I myself am trans and know what it’s like to feel like shit when someone does that. I’m hoping that this week and this blog will help people feel safe in sharing their experiences and characters/headcanons!!
This post is multifunctional: in fanfic with college aged characters, many of y’all are in highschool and have never been drunk, so you inadvertently make some choices that make anyone who has ever been drunk laugh.
BUT ALSO: i had never been drunk until summer after senior year. I didn’t know what to expect, but I got to test my limits around people I trusted, and that’s not always the case. It’s a new school year, and I don’t want you freshies accidentally drinking way more than you should and getting in trouble, getting alcohol poisoning, or even just puking on your dorm floor, because that shit is nasty. SO STAY SAFE AND RESPONSIBLE, BUT USE THIS INFO TO HELP.
(disclaimer: i am a 5′5 under 150lbs 19 year old girl with low to med alcohol tolerance. If you/your character is, say, a 6′2, male 200lb frat guy who drinks vodka like water, scale up accordingly)
this got long so it’s under the cut:
1-2 shots: feeling nothing
3 shots: maybe feeling something? maybe just a placebo
4 shots: I’m fi–oh wait, i just stood and the ground moved. ok, maybe i’m almost tipsy. Starting to feel loose.
5 shots: definitely in the tipsy zone. feeling good. stumbling but not falling. whatever Kind of Drunk you are, here is when it starts to appear
6+ shots: I have not definitively documented these, because I am good at knowing my limits. Some people are not. Basically just looser and looser, easier to laugh, more outgoing, etc. But from what I hear, tipsy is the feel-good zone, and then you want to feel even more good so you drink more and then you hit Too Drunk and it’s a downhill slide into FeelingLikeShitville
SHOT BREAKDOWN IN OTHER DRINKS:
jungle juice/tub juice: this varies based on recipe, but i would say it is USUALLY one shot per drink. Sometimes they amp it up to two, but guys. Alcohol tastes like shit. If you want it to taste okay, you’ll need way more parts kool-aid/hawaiian punch/orange juice than alcohol. So please, for the love of god, do not have your adult male college student take one sip of a “mysterious concoction” and start making poor choices immediately. He’ll need, like, 3 cups min before the bad choices start rolling in.
wine/beer: what you see as the usual serving size is typically equivalent to one shot, but it’s more liquid, so takes longer to drink and therefore longer to get drunk.
CHASERS: when you’re taking a shot of vodka, tequila, fireball, whatever, it can be hard going down. So you’ll have people using “chasers” like lemonade, sweet tea, sprite, etc. You’ll either drink it right after the shot or right before and then after the shot.
DIFF ALCOHOL TYPES: different types of alc affect you differently. For example, tequila and beer make me nauseous, so I avoid those. My friend says when she’s “wine drunk” it’s different from being regular drunk. Mixing alcohol types as well (like beer and liquor, etc) can make some people sick. Quick list of some types/brands of alc: tequila*, vodka*, wine*, beer*, champagne, cocktails(margharitas, mimosas, etc), whiskey* (usually, especially for college students, this means fireball, which tastes like those shitty cinnamon candies your grandma always had out and feels like an actual warmth in your chest). There are more but I’m a gross college student and * are most common for me
HANGOVERS: i have never had a hangover bc even while drunk im an overthinker, and after every drink i have a drink of water, and this has staved off every hangover. Also, it makes you pee a lot, and peeing at a house party is An Experience
EFFECT OF ALCOHOL:
there are “types” of drunk, and they often mix together including but not limited to: Chatty Drunk, (me. i cant shut the fuck up. every thought i have exits my mouth. this is less embarrassing and more tedious, since most of my thoughts are inane and boring) Sleepy Drunk (my best friend. It is important to know if your friend is sleeping or passed out: one is an effect of alcohol, one means they are literally dying and should be taken to a hospital) Annoying/Loud Drunk (this is obvious) and Horny Drunk (my other friend is notorious for pointing to a guy and being like “I am going to fuck him” and then I have to physically drag her away and call an uber, despite also being drunk)
Another friend will, without fail, Every Single Time put on “Break Your Heart” by Taio Cruz, and proceed to play her 2010 playlist. Drunk people have reliable quirks and do weird shit. idk man, but usually people will know exactly what kind of drunk their friends are, and prepare.
I’m sure I’m missing stuff and I don’t actually drink a whole lot so if anyone has anything to add, PLEASE DO. Also, if y’all want a part two I can talk about house parties or other college shit
if you’ve been bothered by this kind of stuff or made these mistakes in fic or if you just wish you’d had this knowledge PLEASE REBLOG: i never really saw accessible info like this because the only info about alc i ever saw was like “ONLY EVER DRINK TEENY SIPS ONCE YOU ARE 21 BC ALCOHOL IS BAD” and that’s just not helpful
Alright, so I was originally going to wait to post any new art of my OCs until all of the new references are finished, but I was able to commission the beautiful @ladykestrrel / @taylordraws a little while ago, and after a bit of a headache in regards to getting the finished reference sheets done, I was finally able to get her the sheets and the money necessary to make one of my dreams (getting art made for me by Taylor) a reality, and I can’t help but post it.
I guess I should take a minute to talk about the project these goobers are a part of, since Taylor said she was gonna reblog it, and that means some potential new eyes being cast upon my novel project’s characters! Yay!
That’s right, like Taylor, I’m working on a novel, though mines way different. It’s a sci-fi/adventure novel project, and the working title is “The Soundwave Saga.” You can read more about the project under the cut, since I don’t wanna text wall Taylor’s blog. Or any blog for that matter. Haha.
I’ve just found out that some people here think I’m using my blog for the wrong purpose, that I’m cliquey, and that they dread being associated with me. That’s completely fine but that’s not who I am.
I talk to everyone who talks to me. I have trouble reaching out to people because I don’t want to bother anyone. I don’t think everyone wants to talk to me or anything similar, so I don’t reach out to people. I have mutuals that I adore, but I’m too scared to talk to them because I feel like I’ll be bothering them. I still feel annoying when I message some people, for example @noona-la-la-la, who I’ve been following from day one, let alone when I message people I’ve just met or that have just followed me.
As for the cliques … I have a couple of writer friends. I talk to a lot of writers, but it’s about our stories and it’s basically mutual fangirling.
I think it’s extremely unfair of people to talk about me when they don’t know who I talk to and they can’t see my inbox. I talk to a lot of writers who are just getting started, I just don’t promote people because I don’t want to get used for that. If everyone on my blog asked me to promo them, this would become a promo blog and I don’t think you guys are here for that - this is a fanfic blog. I think anyone can understand that. Besides, I’d like to think that the people whom I talk to aren’t here to get promoted but are here because they like talking to me, even if they are considered “smaller blogs”. That’s so subjective and depends on so many things like how often you post, what members you post about, how long you’ve been on this site, what time of day/week you post, who reblogs your stories etc. Notes don’t mean quality.
At the end of the day, I am who I am. I may come off as mean to some people, but I know in my heart I’ve tried to be the best person I can. If you’ve been following me for a while, you know I’ve been through a ton of shit this year, starting from a breakup of a 4 year relationship to getting diagnosed with a disorder (which I don’t want to get into because it’s TMI and it’s personal). I like to keep my things private and I think people tend to forget they’re not the only person that follows me and that I’m a real person with real problems and feelings. Right now, there are about 28 000 people on my blog. To me, that number is INSANE. This isn’t me boasting or bragging about it - I don’t think my blog deserves that many followers at all. I don’t deserve that kind of attention. There are people that are so much more talented than I am that don’t get enough attention and I don’t think I’m better than anyone. I don’t even know what most of the followers are doing here since a lot less people interact with me than before. But realistically, if anyone thinks I can talk to a hundred people daily and answer all the asks I get and write and work and deal with personal shit all the time, I’m willing to give them my password and see them try to keep up with it. It’s hard to deal with your own life and then come to tumblr and get messages about people asking you to help them overcome depression and suicidal thoughts, asking advice about a breakup, asking help about tumblr stuff, about uni, school etc. I’m not a machine. When someone sends me a message saying they want to die, I feel like shit because I know nothing I say can help that person and I try to come up with the best answer possible to give them some comfort and try to get them to ask for help. So if I don’t reply to an ask asking about when I’m updating something, it’s because I tend to prioritize the asks I get, if I even get the time to go through them.
This is tumblr, not the real world. It isn’t something serious, it doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t change anyone’s value as a person. I DON’T THINK I’M BETTER THAN ANYONE HERE, especially not based on notes and follower count. Personally, I felt happier when I had around 1 or 2 000 followers because I knew they were all here for my stories and not for whatever reason they are now, and I talked to a lot of them on a daily basis and I still do. Now I don’t even recognize most of the usernames that like and reblog my stories because that would just be impossible. It’s easy to preach when you’re not in this situation, I think.
If you’ve ever felt ignored, I’m sorry. I’ve tried to reply to every ask and message I got, but a couple of months ago, I was going through something and I let them pile up. And then I just didn’t have the mental strength I needed to go and answer the asks so I let them pile up and I hated logging on. Then I had a literal breakdown and I deleted the 4K messages that were in my inbox because they were just adding to my already insane anxiety. They were stressing me out and I felt horrible for not being able to reply to all of them and they just kept piling up and I wanted to delete the blog and everything that came with it, but the problem wasn’t this blog or the asks or the questions - it was me and my anxiety and I’m aware of that. If that makes me a bad person, I’m a bad person.
To the people with the mean comments - I wish you all the best. I hope you get a lot of followers, lots and lots of them since I’m being judged based on that, and when you do, you will see that it isn’t as amazing as you think it is, and it isn’t easy to keep up with everything. If you’re offended by this post, I’m sorry. That was not my intention. I just want to give my opinion since I’m being judged without anyone even talking to me or addressing it directly instead of behind my back. I’m a person, not a robot behind a blog. When I find out someone’s talking about me behind my back, it hurts, despite this being virtual and despite these people not really knowing anything about me. It hurts because it’s not fair. But the world isn’t fair and I’ll deal with it.
To everyone else, thanks for your support. You guys have helped me a lot without even knowing. I’ve posted about my personal issues through my stories a bunch of times because it was my way of dealing with those things and the conversations I had with you guys about my stories have been so pleasant and some of them have helped me a lot. Thanks for being here and for reading my stories. Conversations with you guys have helped me deal with the problems I have. Like I always say, you’ve made Tumblr my happy place. I know it sounds corny, but a lot of times I would feel horrible and this was the only place I had, and you made it great for me. I loved logging on and talking to you and just being here in general. 💗
I’m going on hiatus because of my master thesis, but also because I keep getting dragged into childish drama that I don’t want to be a part of. I don’t want to log on and see posts about me, posts shading me, or trying to make me feel like shit. I don’t think I’ve done something to deserve that. This is a social media site, not my life, and it shouldn’t be anyone’s.