but it carries over here

Here’s the beginning of jazz up & down!

First, I’m just walking - empty, energy level 0 - with his super high value toy to the yard. He used to spin in circles, jump, pull, tug, try to take the toy, nearly knock me over, etc., while I tried to do this. But now he picks up on my energy level and, while still expressing he wants the toy, understands we’re not playing yet. Eventually, he sits down politely.

Then I do the jazz up by suddenly exploding my energy level to like, idk, 7? 8? It could be higher, but man it’s fuckin’ hot out.

Then I suddenly bring us back down to a 0 by asking for a down. He calmly lays there, not even a whine.

I reward him with the Wubba in the end by tossing it into the yard.

This was the first round. The follow up rounds I mostly varied the reward by throwing it and then releasing him with a ‘free’ command instead. I also jazzed him up a little bit longer. Oh annnnd put myself at an energy level 0 BUT waving the toy around.. he read the energy instead of the toy, stayed sitting/laying!

One of my favorite things about Simon’s pov in Carry On is that he’s so vague about everything. He’s like….I guess this is how I feel?? I don’t really know….pretty confused constantly….not really sure….about anything. And It’s like boy do I relate

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you steal me away
with your eyes and with your mouth

for bleep0bleep

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me?? still loving wendla bergmann?? it’s more likely than u think

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OK KO! Episodes 13-16

Just Be A Pebble

This was the FIRST EPISODE we produced! As I’ve stated before, we started with a few simpler stories before making the “first” episodes and this one is indeed very simple. We wrote it to be a linear, self-contained opportunity for the characters to act the way they are supposed to act and the world to be the way it’s supposed to be. It mostly takes place in the plaza, giving our designers an opportunity to build up a cache of experience and artwork leading up to everything’s true first reveal in “Let’s Be Heroes”. Because this was the first episode, there are some things going on visually that chose to not carry over into future episodes but are fun to see here. It’s like our “Doug Can’t Dance”! Or our “Tommy’s First Birthday”! Yeah, you get it.

After making the pilot and all those shorts, we weren’t really sure what an 11-minute episode might actually look and feel like. Ian and I boarded two unproduced episodes between the pilot and the series, but a lot had changed since then.  After seeing Mira and Geneva’s first pitch, we were completely energized. It’s a real show! It works! They were the first to set the tone for the comedy, action, and especially the characters. 

Presenting Joe Cuppa

Believe it or not, this is a very personal episode for me. During our summer 2015 development time, Ian and I spent a number of days building out the world by creating dozens of characters and their backstories. A lot of them came from the crowd shot in the original pilot. Here is proto-Cuppa (and Crinkly Wrinkly, and Dogmun!)

I suggested giving him a Rodney Dangerfield-esque lounge lizard persona, something I find inherently funny. In 2010 I had co-written a feature length screenplay about a character like this trying to live a normal life while being physically unable to speak in anything but Dangerfeldian quips and one-liners. Nobody wanted to fund that movie for SOME REASON, but I was able to infuse some of its spirit into this story. It was Dave Tennant who decided Joe Cuppa should specifically speak in coffee puns, and Erin Shade who conceived the hilarious extended slapstick sequence at the end.

This episode has a clear example of why it’s so fun working on a board driven show. I had written this bit in the original premise, which I thought was SO FUNNY-

Then at Stevie and Danny’s board pitch, I was blown away by how far the concept got pushed. My line worked fine as a dialogue joke, but it became something much more imaginative and visual. If you’ve seen the episode, you know what I’m talking about!

We’ve Got Pests

Pests is a super old idea! Ian and I first started meeting to talk about Lakewood Plaza Turbo in 2013, and one of the story pitches I had was that the Plaza gets infested by tiny 90s platformer mascots. In 2015 we wrote our first outline, which was completely different. It was still an Enid story, but it was all about her trying to be a cool employee and not care when things went wrong at the plaza. We felt pretty good about it and moved on. When time came to hand the episode out to board, I realized we had taken a lot of these themes and tackled them with more depth in “You Have to Care”, which we had just finished outlining. So with just a few days to go before handout, we re-broke the entire story to cover different thematic territory.

The main thing that held between all versions is the ending where we see the pests grow and change over many years thanks to Enid’s words. It’s one of my favorite ideas we’ve ever put into the show, and Danny did an amazing job making this a standout sequence in the series.

Fun fact: another secret internal document we use is called “Illegal Words”. It’s a list of words, phrases and terms we have required ourselves to avoid. Items on the list vary from cliches, soon-to-be-dated slang, pet peeves, overused jokes, etc.  For this episode we decided to open pandora’s box and allow the pests to say some of these illegal words. Whether this was good satire or a grievous error is up to the viewer. It was an experiment we will likely never try again!

Legends of Mr. Gar

As we started figuring out where we were going with the season, having outlined episodes like “Face Your Fears” and “Plaza Prom”, we realized we were spending a lot of our Gar time on his nervousness around Carol and were missing a big showcase of his amazing hero power. Because we were working pretty far ahead, we were able to very quickly write up this story and hand it out ahead of those other episodes to keep Gar in balance. Ian came up with the initial concept and we had a lot of fun dipping into the backstories of the characters. The opening scene is actually heavily cannibalized from one of our 2014 unproduced development boards, and Skateboard Nerd’s explosive final fate is based on a cut scene from one of Ian’s Secret Mountain Fort Awesome episodes!

This episode has more hilarious wand weird moments than I can count. I love that we were able to do such a fun digression with an unconventional structure this early in the series. Dave’s visual gag of Gar walking out from behind a shelf that looks like his body… legendary. Haewon’s sequences of young Rad.. incredible. Crinkly Wrinkly’s tall tale… fact or fiction?!

ALSO Jake and Mint Potion did incredible work on this episode. They completely blow us away every week, but I especially loved their variations on Rad and Enid’s character themes here. 

Protection ∾ zach dempsey

Originally posted by kulo-ren

posted 4/16/17

request? yes
   “ Hiiiiii! I have a request if you’re taking them still, a 13rw (I’m a huge fan of your blog btw) where the reader is dating Zach and he figures out that Bryce did something to her (you can decided) and he loses his shit and attacks him. ”

pairing(s): zach x fem!reader , bryce x fem!reader , alex x fem!reader (platonic)

warning(s): mentions of rape 

a/n: i skipped writing the details for the fighting scene because i’m not really good with writing scenes like that, sorry!! but 13rw requests are closed !!
i wrote this in a different perspective because i can’t even imagine doing this in a reader’s pov. it made me get so much anxiety writing it, so sorry if this isn’t as good as my other fics.
oh, and if any of you readers were wondering, i am willing to write girlxgirl or boyxboy. just shoot me a request and i’ll happily accept. i’m sorry that it seems like i always write about fem!readers :(

words: 1169 (hehe)

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Having come to a new understanding on the topic, after discussing the issue with friends that are living with oppression, I’d like to address some of the statements and questions I’ve seen over the last few days concerning cosplaying as POC.

(This is coming from the perspective of a White individual, hearing the position and opinions of a POC individual.)

The media is huge factor in developing our sense of self.

Very often as children, we are drawn to the characters that look like us because we recognize similarities. These characters become our “favorite” characters… often not for any other reason than the fact that they have similar features.

As a child, my choices were endless in characters I could see myself reflected in. I could see traits/qualities I admired or even idolized in characters that looked just like me. This allowed me to reinforce my sense of security and self worth, because I could see myself over and over again, in almost every movie or show I chose to watch.

Over and over and over again…

As a white individual, think about the amount of characters that resembled you… main characters, characters that were the focus of the story.

Not everyone has that kind of representation.

Here is one example. The first African American Disney princess did not appear on screen until 2009. By that time, it had already been 72 years since the creation of the first Disney princess. In those 72 years, the amount of white representation far surpassed POC representation on screen… and it continues to.

In the United States (and many other places in the westernized world) the media lacks balance. This can cause a lot of harm to a child’s development of self.

If the vast majority of the “hero” based characters that you see in the media do not reflect you… but instead reflect those around you that do not share similar physical qualities, how hard does it become to develop a sense of self worth, and find equal footing?

In order to create progress, coming to a place of understanding, unity and level footing is necessary. This is why it is important to work together and create an environment that is safe for POC.

This mentality carries over into cosplay…

Here is how the situation was explained to me.

Having grown up with a wide variety of characters that represent me, the comfort I feel stepping across any boundary, and dressing as any character, is not very limited. This is because I am used to seeing myself represented.

However, for someone who is not used to seeing representation, coming into a community and stepping out of the box can be incredibly intimidating. The limited amount of POC characters become something akin to a “safe zone”, and although the individual may want to step out of that safe zone, the internalized fear and discomfort can sometimes be too overwhelming.

When a white individual, who has a lot of characters at their disposal to cosplay that reflect them, steps into that safe-zone, it can be both intimidating and hurtful to someone who is not yet comfortable doing the same.  

Now we have to understand, at the heart of it… anyone, of any ethnicity, cosplaying as anyone they’d like… is not a harmful thing… wanting to cosplay a character you love, regardless of ethnicity, is not a harmful thing…

If everyone is on equal footing.

If everyone is on equal footing, there is nothing wrong with this. This is the kind of equality that we are striving for.

However, where there IS a problem, is the fact that not everyone is on equal footing.

This particular issue is not about what is fair or equal… fairness and equality in this scenario would mean that everyone is comfortable playing everyone, and that there are no feelings of guilt or uncertainty when choosing to do so… but this is not the case.

POC do not have equal representation… and because of this lack of representation, it makes it extremely difficult to feel comfortable branching out and cosplaying whoever they’d like.

In order to reach a point where everyone is comfortable playing everything they would like to play… we, as individuals that are used to playing as many roles as we’d like (because we have been given a wide range of characters that emulate us to choose from), should allow those who have grown up with limitations placed on them by society to test the water, and become comfortable in their environment.

Here’s an example I was given… You are standing on top of a cliff, and your friend is at the bottom. In order to get on the same footing, either you need to make your way all the way to the bottom of the cliff, or your friend needs to climb all the way to the top… that is a long way to climb…

However, if you can both meet at the middle, and then help each other the rest of the way, the journey becomes a lot easier/safer.

Regardless of what may be “equal” or “fair”, there are steps that must be taken in order to reach that equality… it is a process that cannot be solved overnight, or by telling someone to “Just do it”.

It’s not asking a lot for us to take a small step back, and play characters that won’t infringe on the comfort of those who are trying to become comfortable in this environment. (This does not mean that if you have done so, you did something “bad”… it simply means that you can now become aware of how to help those around you, and become accommodating of their needs and help in their progress by adjusting your choices).

This is not about conflict… this is not about blame or guilt… this is not about creating division or emphasizing differences…

It’s about people having an open dialogue… and expanding our minds, on every front, to other opinions and life experiences. 

It’s about recognizing that someone else might not be in the same position because of the way our culture has conditioned us. 

It’s about realizing that we can change, within our own circle of influence, the way our world functions. 

It’s about compromising and reaching a point where everyone can feel accepted and equal. 

It’s about showing compassion and empathy for each other as human beings.

Story 42: The Invasion

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So, a lot of people really liked the post I made recently about the kickass Ambassador Thorn fucking some aliens up.  (Thanks!)  But I figured I would post this one that I did back in 2009, because it’s simultaneously similar and completely opposite.  Enjoy.

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Special Ambassador Harrington stepped onto the alien spacecraft for the first time since its arrival in the solar system, his suit telemetry telling the Secret Service agents about the nervousness that his face denied. They had stationed themselves in the hall ahead of him, angular black metal walls towering above the enormous men.

After consulting on an encrypted channel, the Secret Service agents reported that the atmosphere on the ship had been adjusted to match that of Earth - both in pressure and composition. The President’s own advisors had suggested that Harrington remove his helmet in this situation as a sign of trust, but when it came right down to it he didn’t trust them, not at all. Still, he knew the importance of diplomacy… sighing, he released the helmet and pulled it off. The air smelled somehow metallic, but not bad. Nodding to the Secret Service agents, Special Ambassador Harrington walked into the “conference room” to face the nightmare beings.

The creatures would have been right at home as horror movie special effects, all tentacles and eyes. They had a layer of mucus over them, and barbed spines along some parts. They were green. The anthropologists had assured the President that they were emotionally and morally similar to humans, although that seemed little comfort without knowing which humans - Mother Theresa, or Hitler? Harrington noticed that they didn’t seem to be wearing any kind of space suit - his advisors had said they were incompatible with Earth’s atmosphere.

“They can… breathe… in this air?” Harrington was asking one of the agents, but a device in front of the aliens replied in a monotone.
“We change ourselves. We adapt ourselves.”
Recovering like a true professional, the Special Ambassador smiled.
“So good to talk to you! On behalf of the United Americas, I want to say it is an honor to meet you.”
“We are pleased to meet you. Our home was destroyed long ago. We have traveled far hoping to find a new world. We are tired. Earth would be ideal.”
Harrington shivered involuntarily. They wanted the Earth.
“You said you can adapt yourself, can’t you live on any planet?”
“Some. It is very difficult. Some are easy. Earth is ideal.”
Cold sweat was running down his spine. These things, on Earth. Where would they live? Would they be taking over? Kicking humans out, maybe even killing them?
“Where… would your people expect to stay on Earth?”
“We are tired. We have lived too long. We have traveled long. We have not found other ideal planets. Our people will stay here. Orbit Earth. We are tired. Earth is ideal for repopulation. Continuing the species. Our children would stay on Earth. In homes. In schools.”
Harrington was at a loss. He smiled weakly, flipping through mental cue cards in a desperate search for the appropriate response. What do you say when hideous tentacled monsters from a distant planet announce they want to send their… spawn… to reproduce on your planet?

“We can provide technology. We can provide for our people. Your people. Our children. Food and power are easy to provide.”
With the odd syntax and emotionless translator it was hard to tell, but Harrington suddenly felt like this was less of an invasion, and more of a plea for sanctuary. They almost seemed to be begging. He looked at them again, trying to find some basis to gauge their motives off of and failing. If nothing else, they at least didn’t seem to be hostile. Harrington relaxed somewhat, but still found himself at a loss for words.
“We are tired. Soon we will be too tired. Our home was destroyed. If Earth is not home for our children destruction will be finished. We have traveled too far. We have lived too long. We will not find more ideal planets.”

He wanted to say something. Could he do this, invite an alien species onto Earth? He subvocalized a message to the President, to be transmitted along with the live feed. Two simple words, PLEASE ADVISE, that carried a slightly different meaning: I’m in way over my head here.
“Look. Our first child. We change ourselves. We adapt ourselves. We adapt our children for you.” Tentacles extended, holding a tiny infant. The child could have almost passed for human - fingers a bit too long, green skin, but still close enough to trigger the biological empathy inside Special Ambassador Harrington… he had always loved kids. Before he even knew what he was doing, without having received a reply from the President, Harrington lifted the child into his arms.

The sneaky bastards have a secret weapon, he thought as the infant burbled and clumsily grabbed at his nose. We’ve already lost this battle. Harrington smiled at the alien invaders. “She’s beautiful.”

You know how sometimes you’ll get a bag of candy or chips or whatever and every long now and then you’ll find a misshapen piece?

Highkey Ford was the type of kid that would get excited when he found one.

anonymous asked:

Only now that I realized that Harry sings only the last part of Though The Dark. What deeper, because it was Louis who wrote. Taking into account what Liam said Louis was good at writing. This makes this song even more intense for me, taking into account the date it was written. It reminds me of Two Ghosts.

You’re so right! Written early in 2013 for Midnight Memories, same time frame as Two Ghosts.

It was a time when there was no way H&L could write a song together.

Lyrics
You tell me that you’re sad and lost your way
You tell me that your tears are here to stay
But I know you’re only hiding
And I just wanna see you

You tell me that you’re hurt and you’re in pain
And I can see your head is held in shame,
But I just wanna see you smile again
See you smile again

But don’t burn out
Even if you scream and shout
It’ll come back to you
And I’ll be here for you

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way

[Harry only]
Through the dark

I wish that I could take you to the stars
I’d never let you fall and break your heart
And if you wanna cry or fall apart
I’ll be there to hold you

[Louis’ solo]
You tell me that you hurt, it’s all in vain
But I can see your heart can love again
And I remember you laughing
So let’s just laugh again

But don’t burn out
Even if you scream and shout
It’ll come back to you, back to you

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark

And you don’t need
You don’t need to worry
And you will see it’s easy to be loved
I know you wanna be loved

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down
We will find a way through the dark

Written by Toby Smith, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Jamie Scott • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing

Louis has told interviewers that songwriting was a strange process at first, because the writers they were writing with were asking them questions about their “deepest love.” And now we know that Louis proposed a lot of the lyrics.

Choosing Harry to sing “through the dark” while he’s writing “moon washes over your good side” on TG — it’s heartbreaking, isn’t it?

It’s similar to having Louis’ sing, “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting” on “Something Great.”

S

Klance Week 2017 - Day 4 - Home

K - Well, we’re home. After you, my dear husband.

L - Wait a minute. Who carries who over the threshold when we are both dudes?

K - You want me to carry you over the threshold, don’t you?

L - Yes, please. Just don’t bang me against the door frame. 

K - (picks up him) Don’t worry, it isn’t the door frame I am going to bang you against tonight, darling. 

L - Keith! 

(Version without the joke here)

Dear Argyle,

I hope you never need to find this note. I just need to know someone will understand when I’m gone, if I’m gone. It all started freshman year. 

A silver-haired girl was sitting alone in the middle of the quad, absently chewing a blade of grass. She looked high as a kite, and I was concerned. I had not yet learned what curiosity could lead to, so I walked closer, forgetting every whispered warning I had heard. I wasn’t even carrying anything iron.

“Freshie! Get over here!” It was Flower, the TA from my literature class, and she looked absolutely panicked.

“What’s wrong with–”

“Shut up,” she muttered. Her hand moved briefly in front of her face. Within seconds, her mood ring was back on her finger, but whatever she saw had horrified her, and she pulled me back into the building without saying another word. I caught sight of a form approximating a man in my peripheral vision, standing too close to the girl.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Flower as soon as we got inside. 

“Try not to worry about it, Ada,” she said. “I think he saw you taking an interest, but you might still be okay. They leave the scientists alone. You might not have attracted too much attention.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on? I’ll ask her if you don’t tell me,” I said, like an idiot. I wasn’t nearly as scared as I should have been.

Flower closed her eyes. “I guess it’s better than letting you make it even worse… Bambi and I used to be best friends. A bunch of us, back in the day, used to be happy to be swept up in the revels. We were so naive back then.”

“Wait, so it’s all real?”

“Of course it’s all real,” Flower said, rolling her eyes. “We didn’t believe any of the darker stories at the time, of course. We thought they were just meant to spook us into staying in our dorms and doing our homework.”

“What were the revels even like?”

“Even if I had the words, I don’t quite have the memories, except for faded hints of what we did. We should have realized what a problem that was after the first time, but what we could remember was so intoxicating… We all danced, we all sang, but it was always Bambi they wanted to hear from the most. She had a knack for playing with poetry, turning Renaissance sonnets into mesmerizing songs. It sometimes seemed like the Gentry were only letting her leave so she could come back knowing more poetry, carrying more beauty to share with them. She was never quite careful enough- she loved knowing that her songs had the power to entrance these beings beyond her understanding. After a while, the rest started wondering if we should stop going, if it was really worth it, but Bambi wouldn’t be convinced. She thought we were just jealous, and maybe we were.”

She stopped for a minute. “One night, things got blurrier than usual. Her idiot of a boyfriend was there, I remember that. The kind of hometown moron who wasn’t going to pay attention to the rules. She brought him anyway. Bambi was careful not to say anything about it, but one of the Gentry had been hovering too close to her, and she might have wanted to make some kind of statement by waving a boyfriend in front of him, to say she was unavailable or just to provoke his jealousy or something. I don’t know for sure, but they sure as hell don’t work like humans, I don’t know why she tried it.” Flower sighed. 

“She disappeared that night. Her boyfriend somehow emerged unscathed, and the rest of us wondered if he had traded her name away for his own safety.”

“But she’s here–”

“I’m not finished. People started seeing a doe running around campus. They gave her a wide berth, since she wore an amethyst necklace inscribed with a Latin phrase from one of the poems she adapted. We knew for sure when her boyfriend died in a hunting accident, but no one said anything.”

“It could be a coincidence–” 

“Shut up. It wasn’t. A few months later, Bambi appeared. She wasn’t a changeling, but she was different, emptier. She gets like this sometimes. We all try not to notice when she starts zoning out and eating leaves, or when she disappears. It’s better that way. She’s been doing alright, but we still keep our distance. She has never taken the necklace off, and it says not to touch her. That’s why I had to stop you from getting too close. I don’t know what would have happened if you had.”

I wore an iron ring after that, and made sure to wear gloves when we handled anything containing silver in the lab. I didn’t want to see… 

People kept whispering about Bambi, kept giving her a wide berth. I’m sure you’ve heard about her. She graduated that year, and instantly became a professor of songwriting at EU. Whenever I went home, I would find articles about the mysterious winner of so many music awards, speculating about why she never left town. In the one picture the world has of her, her necklace is turned around to hide the writing on the gems, her eyes are downcast, and her silver hair looks otherworldly. It always stuns me that the general population hasn’t guessed that there is magic surrounding her. 

I’m supposed to be out of here by the end of the month, but I need an art credit to graduate. The only class available was Bambi’s. I should have waited another semester, but I got paranoid that the school was trying to trap me here. I made the wrong move.

I have been writing the most beautiful songs, dreaming dreams that I can’t remember, dreams that leave me feeling wild and exhilarated and fearful when I wake up. Yesterday, in class, Bambi looked at us, her once soft eyes unfeeling and vacant, and announced that attending and singing at an upcoming performance in an undetermined location was the only way to pass the class. Hopefully, it works out fine. After all, Flower and the rest of her friends made it out okay… but I’m not sure. I think I was seen.

If I don’t come back, please just tell my mom I ran away to be a singer. It’s close enough to the truth.

Your friend,

Ada Lovelace


This story was inspired by @charminglyantiquated‘s @elsewhereuniversity! Feel free to share!

- Grace Babcock © 2017

Carlos is such a mood in all of descendants 2 like
Lonnie runs in to sword fight jay? He just sits down
Waiting outside the hideout for ben to talk to mal? Sits his ass right down
Mal has to go confront uma to get ben back? Soon as he has the opportunity he is sitting down and making himself comfy on that couch
My boy is having none of that “standing” bullshit today heck even in You & Me he just lays fricking down in the middle of the soaked deck how relatable can you get