but now she is one of my favourite characters

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I’m the Avatar.

Got my mum to indulge me in some memes

(Don’t be fooled, I’m actually not that big an OP fan)

bless her

Phil and John are by far my favourites.

Never mind; the angry pink one is now my favourite. Thanks, mum x


Bonus:

bless her

I understand that many Rika fans empathise with her and get defensive because they knew someone with a serious mental illness that was harmful to themselves/others around them, but I also find it extremely ironic and unfair that Jihyun fans who know victims of abuse or have been abused THEMSELVES are not expected to be defensive when someone tries to pass the victim off as a villain? We’re not even trying to say Jihyun is perfect, but the arguments I’ve seen are mindblowing! The absolute lack of tact when saying “all she did was scratch out his eyes”, as if she didn’t take away his vision, the very thing he used to pursue his photography career with passion and enjoy the sights of life and just live like a goddamn normal human being. Hell, I’m not even going to talk about the pain factor and how he didn’t bother to get them treated at all, guaranteeing certain blindness. Do you HAVE to invalidate someone’s abuse as a back up for your favourite character?

My aunt herself was a victim of abuse. Her husband had mental issues and depression, so he drank the pain away. And where I am, drinking alcohol is taboo, so he beat her up (a pregnant woman!) and she had to stay silent for both their sakes. Now, my aunt is not a perfect person and I can list off the top of my head 20 flaws she has, but similarly, she had a good heart; and even if she didn’t, NO ONE DESERVES THIS KIND IF TREATMENT.

I’m not even asking anyone to like V. Just. Can you maybe NOT invalidate the abuse he went through? No one seems to have trouble recognising Saeran’s abuse and Rika’s mental illness, yet the number of people dead set of insisting that V had it coming frankly makes me feel nauseous.

And to be frank, V’s unhealthy infatuation with Rika is stronly bordering on mental illness on itself. It stopped being any healthy definition of “love” and turned into a toxic, hurtful obsession the minute she hurt him and he still remained so determined to “save her”, as she had insisted before that “God cannot save me, but maybe [V] can”. His spiral into depression is really fucking obvious with the number of times he says he wishes he were dead: had I been on my laptop, some helpful screenshot’s from Zen’s route, day 10, would have been provided.

Thank you for reading my rant.
Note: I am bitter against Rika, I do not despise her and I think she deserves mental help; which, post secret endings, she appears to be getting anyway.
Also, I encourage arguments and debates but if you’re here to say “V did things wrong too”, save it. I know. This is literally irrelevant to the post, I never claimed he was perfect and all I did was state that he DOES NOT deserve what happened to him.

cityofaangels  asked:

Some bitter Tony vs Wanda please? Cause my God, there's not many characters I hate in the MCU but she's definitely one after CW. Hope your exams went well :)

Thank you :) Tbh I’m just hoping for the best now. This is actually Post AoU, to mix things up a little.


Bruce sighs. It’s Tony’s least favourite sigh. The one that makes him feel uncomfortably like he’s being treaded like an unruly boy–and as always that just pisses him off more.

“Tony, apologise to Wanda,” Bruce says tiredly. “Wanda, apologise to Tony.” It’s said in the tone of someone repeating the same thing over and over and over, aggravating Tony even more because nobody, not even Bruce, has the right to treat their arguments like they’re stupid. Like they’re just quarrelling children who will ultimately make there peace again.

Not that they’ve ever had peace between them in the first place.

“No.”

“Tony-” Steve starts, a telling frown marring his face, and already Tony knows exactly what he’s going to say. Could probably give you a word by word play. And today? He’s absolutely not in the mood to put up with that shit.

“No,” he interrupts, and then says it again because fuck, it feels good to say that. Feels too long since he’s last said it. He turns his attention back to Wanda, finds her watching him with the same expression of open disregard she always wears around him.

“We both know those apologies are meaningless,” Tony states. “There’s no point in indulging social niceties. You hate me, fine. You’re hardly the first. You don’t like my choices? Too fucking bad. I owe you nothing.”

Wanda bristles but Tony talks over her complaints. He’s so tired of keeping his mouth shut.

“Your brother died fighting Ultron,” he forces himself to keep the venom out of his words, out of respect for Pietro’s sacrifice if nothing else. “But I didn’t kill him. And while I admit that Ultron’s existence is my fault, you lost the right to claim reparations when you joined him and supported him in his quest.”

Tony takes a deep breath, tries to stay calm in the face of the dangerous flash in Wanda’s eyes. His heart is beating too hard for his own comfort but he’s never known when to back down before–he sure as hell isn’t gonna start now.

“I didn’t drag you into this war,” he continues. “I didn’t force you to join a terrorist cell. I didn’t tell you to volunteer to be experimented on.” Tony leans a little closer, stares her straight into the eyes. “You can blame me for Ultron. You can blame me for your parents’ death. You can blame me for the trauma you suffered as a child. But you don’t get to blame me for your choices. I may have to live with my mistakes, but I sure as hell don’t have to live with yours. So if you ever try such a cheap shot ever again, I will drag every single one of them to light and leave it to the rest of the world to decide what you do and don’t deserve.”

Tony smiles a smile teetering the edge between sweet and poisonous.

“So tell me, Miss Maximoff,” he asks deceptively soft, “just how much do you trust they’ll judge in your favour?”


….this is not at all what it was supposed to be when I started out? I’m not sure what happened? But I kinda like it so….just hope you do too…even tho it’s not really what you asked for…

A Letter to Nintendo (I Met My Love on Mario Kart)

Dear Nintendo,



If you didn’t exist I would not have met the love of my life. You’re probably thinking, “So you bumped into someone and realised you both liked Nintendo, who doesn’t? Cool story…” Not even close. 

The year was 2008, a year I’m sure many hold dear in their hearts. The year Mario Kart Wii was released. I don’t know about yours, but my days were filled with holding that wheel (of the plastic kind). MKWii was basically the air I breathed, I still remember my very first online race as crisp as a freshly cut lawn (Grumble Volcano before people realised that glitch existed). After playing the other Mario Kart games over the years against item-lucky computers (and the rare actual person), this blew my mind. However this is barely relevant to the story. The point is, people. There were people out there, just like you and me, casually sitting on the couch with a wheel imprint (perhaps 3.5% of the racing population) left in our hands and soul. Many hours (days, weeks, months), races (thousands, easily), blood sweat and tears went into this game and we all got something out of it I’m sure; fun, frustration, and friends.

Living in that piece of country people may often forget even exists (if it weren’t for the fact we use kangaroos as transport, especially after we realised emus don’t fly nor reverse), the option to play continental was such a blessing as we would often bump into the same people and you’d have that unspoken connection. No words, no contact, you just recognised each other by your Mii and/or name (for those who didn’t change it from John to W4FFLEZ, to SwagMeister89 every day). There was this one player that just stuck out to me, perhaps it was her luscious brown pixilated hair. Or it could have been because we seemed to be completely evenly matched, the only thing that separated us were those items. She’d win one race, I’d win the next. We had formed some unspoken bond, completely without contact, as we wouldn’t hit each other with items but were happy to do so to others. Side by side we’d race until some item-happy player would come along and separate us. So I’d stop at the finish line for her, even if that meant getting last place, just to let her know I saw what happened and she doesn’t deserve to come last because of some item spammer (you know, usually the 3 red shells one at a time). This became a trend and went both ways, I’d see her waiting there at the finish line for me. Then we’d both stop, together, and neither of us would cross. We just sat there at the line, revving our engines, moving backwards and forwards, wanting the other to cross. I still remember so clearly at 1am in the morning we ended up in a race together with just one other person, so the 3 of us. The race started but, simultaneously, we turned around and went backwards, did loops around each other, did the stop start (like when cloud man picks you up and you need a boost) into each other’s vehicles, grabbed items just to hit each other with, not having a single care about the race itself. This lasted for a good while, many laughs were had, and it seemed a true bond was formed - without a single word to each other. At this point, Mario Kart Wii didn’t have the option to add a friend just by clicking on them, or contacting them for that matter. You had to actually converse with them to get their friend code to then become friends, so all this time we were ‘scouring the country side’ to find each other (or more so because Australia is about as big as a 250kb USB, it was easy to bump into each other). Race after race, hour after hour, day after day, week after week we would race.


I didn’t know who this girl was (or even if she was a girl on the other side, let’s be honest) but we were Mario Kart soul mates. It wasn’t just Mario Kart that I loved, it was racing her, through our unspoken bond and silly rituals, that was fun in the purest form. It sounds like a Mario Kart love story… Until that dreaded time came where eventually we went our separate ways. It was time to say that unspoken goodbye, time to let go of that unspoken bond, time to move on. That was it…



So that’s the story, I met the pixilated love of my life and we raced until we could race no more.



…Ah but that’s only the beginning.

 6 years later Mario Kart 8 was released and I wiped the dust off the wheel, reflecting on the past. That wheel was my partner in crime, Epona to Link. It had scratches, bits missing out of it, even bite marks (ahem, sometimes races don’t exactly go your ways…). Those were the times! I jumped online only to find I had people from France, UK and Italy roam my races. Where were my fellow Australians? I played a few races and that was it, holding too strongly onto the past. Down went my trusty wheel and off went the game.

Until one afternoon my brother was bored (or procrastinating) and wanted to know what Mario Kart 8 was like, as we didn’t spend that much time together it was a prime opportunity to chill. So I popped it on, jumped online and went through the motions. A few races with people so far away, whilst fun, I got bored too fast. Almost switching the console off, something stopped me. Those brown eyes, luscious brown hair, big smile, black outfit. Could it be? It was. It was her. In a packed race filled with people from France, UK and Italy there were two Australians. Myself and the girl I raced almost 7 years ago. The girl who stopped at the line for me, the girl who didn’t hit me with items, the girl who who was my racing equal, the girl who I never spoke a word with but shared an unspoken bond. She had the same Mii, same name, there was no doubt it was her. Unlike me I had a different Mii (puberty does things to you) and a different name (I felt now that I was 23 I could level up from nickname to actual name). I knew who she was but she would never know who I am! I was on the tracks riding next to her, beeping at her, bumping into her, all the while knowing she would just think I’m some weirdo who doesn’t know how to handle a bike. It was all so ironic, as well as the fact unlike MK Wii we both didn’t race as our Miis but as Mario and Peach (the helmets covered up our luscious brown hair, y’see). Mario chasing his princess whilst the princess was basically in another castle/didn’t know who he was. I wanted to reach out and tell her who I was; I was that guy she raced almost 7 years ago, that guy who stopped at the line for her, protected her from items, the guy who she stayed up with into the early hours of the morning, that guy she never spoke a single word to. I savoured every race not knowing if I’d ever be able to see her again. I raced by her side race after race, even though I was hit with her items (“And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby” - Ed Sheeran, ‘Photograph’), I even stopped at the line for her. Did she know who I was? Probably not. Next race she was gone. 



And that is how I met the love of my life on Mario Kart, twice. Does that count as a real love story? We basically raced into the sunset to live happily ever after, right?



So there may be more to it. Being in a state of excitement, nostalgia, and who knows what, I was a man on a mission. When I’m a man on a mission I usually forget the simple things, like clicking on her Mii to add her as a friend. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. So I literally was a man on a mission. My first resort, google. Obviously no luck. Miiverse! Excitedly I reached ‘Search Users’ and typed in her name, only to realise that it was one of the most common names to exist. After about an hour of searching my hope was wearing thin, my face resembled a Mii who came in at least 10th, head down, lost, reflecting, pondering. Hang on, she had stars in her name! Apparently everyone with the name Lisa has stars in them. No luck. Utterly defeated, I held the power button down for two seconds and just before the third I realised something. Something didn’t look right… That’s right, she had spaces between the stars! I’ve never been more determined to hit that space bar. There she was. I had found her.

“Hey Lisa! I’m not sure if you’d remember me but I used to race as Ed back in the MKWii days! Was good to see you, can see you haven’t lost your touch!” Not even sure if she’d see the message or even reply, it was all in the hands of fate now. Fate it certainly was. She remembered me. We conversed through Miiverse, learning little basic bits about each other. The most important being that The Legend of Zelda was our favourite gaming series (and basically favourite thing to exist). To the point I have a Zelda tattoo and her dog’s name is Link. Destiny? From there, she asked for my email address so she could send me a photo of Link (let’s just say I am very thankful for Miiverse’s lack of characters/ability to send photos). 


One message turned into many, across days, weeks and months. A one sentence message grew into paragraphs, pages, novels, photos and videos. One single message evolved into over 25 000 words combined. Who knew what one message could lead to. I had found someone who I connected with on every level, whom I shared endless things in common with, big to small (to the point of both of us being left-handed and our birthdays being 2 days apart). However she lived a whole state away. This was nothing but a mere friendship over the internet.



I came across the amazing fan book “Legend of the Hero” by Kari Fry and bought one, along with a few other Zelda bits and pieces. A thought crossed my mind, perhaps I could send this to her? I mean it’s just as easy for her to go buy it herself, but it would be nice, right? So she ended up giving me her address and I excitedly made her a Zelda package. 


Off it went, along with my number on the back of the package (as required by the, ultimate wingman, post office). I soon received a very excited text message and from there we conversed through text - although we couldn’t let go of our novel emails straight away, as our recent messages were “Hey, just letting you know the Postman has left something in your inbox (Da na na naaaa)!” Soon after she sent me my very own Zelda package, which was easily the best package I have ever received in my life.








From there I knew I wanted to meet her. I wanted to drop everything, catch a plane, and meet this girl who I shared this abnormally special connection with. Meet this girl who I had raced for many hours, days, weeks and months on Mario Kart(s) (“Oh I lost you once but I found you twice, and my search is over” - ‘Deeper Love’, Mike Mago). Meet this girl who I waited for; not only at the line but, unknowingly, for many years. Meet this girl who I had spent hours upon hours writing to, words upon words, photos upon photos. Meet this girl who seemed to be a destined part of my life. That I did. 



One single flight and a solid friendship turned into thirteen flights (within a month) and a beautiful relationship, with the final flight being a permanent one. I’ve now moved states, transferred jobs, and am living with my best friend, my soulmate, my love. Best decision I’ve ever made was to catch that flight. No, the best decision I’ve ever made was to play Mario Kart. 











Who knew that Mario Kart could forever change your life?



Thank you, Nintendo.



- Elijah 



P.S. We are now very happily engaged - Zelda rings* for the both of us!


*Austin Moore from Earth Art Gem and Jewelry (https://www.etsy.com/shop/mooredesign13) made both our rings, with Lisa’s being a custom made design. Absolutely recommend!


P.P.S. Here is a link to the video (also included within post) of me proposing to my now fiancee (with Mario Kart included - as well as a Zelda cake): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukkw6XI4jTo 

Thank you, Nintendo.

i’ll never be your mother’s favourite

Request: “Love your writing!! Can you write a Shawn imagine about him being nervous about meeting your family for the first time and he ends up feeling sick the whole way there but you tell him to just relax and it’s just nerves but once you get there later that night he just continues to feel worse and worse and ends up falling really ill and you feel bad for him and take care of him?? And maybe he’s embarrassed about being sick at your parents house??“

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader/female character
Rating: Teen and up
Words: 1353

John Mayer is playing softly on the radio as they speed past the trees on the side of the highway. Shawn buttons and unbuttons the top button of his shirt in the side view mirror for what feels like the hundredth time. They’re getting closer to her parents’ house and he can feel his stomach turn at the thought of standing in front of them for the first time. He looks hesitantly at the tie in his clammy palms every few seconds.

“Do I have to wear the tie?” he groans. “I feel like I’m already in danger of asphyxiation with this shirt collar.” 

“If I have to wear this dress, you have to wear that tie,” she says, eyeing the piece of silk in his lap. “Besides, it was your idea.” She receives nothing but a pitiful expression in response. “Fine,” she gives in. “But you’re helping me out of this damn thing when we get back home.” She rolls her eyes when she sees the smug smile on his face. “Not like that! This dress is tight as hell and I’m going to need help taking it off.”

“Oh, so no sex?” Shawn smirks at her. She smiles and shakes her head as she puts on the blinker and turns onto a smaller road. 

He’s spent all afternoon pacing around her apartment, his nerves getting the best of him. He found out only three days ago that he was invited for dinner at her parents’ house, which did not feel like enough time to mentally prepare himself. Thoughts of embarrassing himself by spilling food on himself or saying the wrong thing have plagued him since. Most of all, he’s scared that they won’t deem him suitable for their daughter. He tried telling himself that they will like him because he knows he’s a good boyfriend, and he had made progress until that morning, when the insecurities resurfaced. He had felt sick to his stomach, and barely managed a few pieces of sushi before he arrived at her apartment and the uneasy feeling had only magnified, crept back up his spine and he had nearly vomited. She had reassured him, calmed him down before they left.  

He’s had some time to calm himself down since then, he has even tried a mindfulness app, but as they get closer to their destination he can feel that same panic growing in the pit of his stomach. His left leg is bouncing against his will and it’s making him more agitated.

She reaches out her hand and places it on his knee, rubbing gently. “Breathe, baby, just breathe,” she attempts to soothe him. “You’re fine. I love you, and I know that they will too,” she smiles.


“Are the flowers too much? They’re too much. Oh my God. They’re too much aren’t they?” he speaks rapidly, his breath nearly caught in his throat.

“Shawn, they’re fine. Calm down, you’ll be okay. They’re just my parents. Besides, we have this,” she smiles, raising the bottle of Pinot Noir in her hand. “If we bring my parents wine we’re off on the right foot.” She places her hand on his back, him finding some comfort in her touch.

“Okay. Alright. Okay. I can do this,” he tries to convince himself.

The door opens and Shawn rushes to hide the bouquet of purple poms and baby’s breath behind his back. Maybe they’re too much after all. The woman who opens the door stands expectantly with a smile on her face and a welcoming greeting, stretching her arms out to embrace her daughter.

“You must be Shawn,” she turns to him. “It’s so lovely to finally meet you!” she exclaims in a cheerful voice, before going in for a hug. He feels a little relieved now knowing that her mother isn’t the type to intentionally induce fear in her daughter’s partners, but he still feels  flustered as he stretches his arm out to reveal the bouquet once she has released her grip on his shoulders. Maybe the flowers are okay, after all.

“These are for you,” he says with a smile.


Apart from the first half hour that’s spent exchanging compulsory pleasantries and answering questions that grill him, Shawn had felt just fine. The anxiety had died down, and he had felt confident that he could get through this, telling himself that it was only a matter of a few more hours. Until dinner. The second they enter the kitchen and the aroma of the steak fills his nostrils he feels a wave of nausea wash over him, and his body suddenly feels significantly warmer. Nonetheless, he makes it through dinner with small bites and quiet words. He voices his appreciation for the steak that her father has cooked and then avoids speaking more than a few words at a time.  

“I’m gonna be sick,” he says to her later when they find themselves alone in the living room while her parents are clearing the table. Shawn had insisted to help before being shooed out of the kitchen by her mother. While his palms have stopped sweating, he can feel his chest only getting hotter and his stomach cramp.

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about! You’re the first person I’ve brought home that my dad has actually laughed with, and not at.”

“No, you don’t understand. I’m physically feeling ill, can you show me the bathroom?”

“Shit. Yeah, of course.” She holds onto his arm as she leads him out to the hallway and inside the small bathroom and locks the door behind them. He rests his palms on the edge of the sink, his eyes closed and forehead crinkled. He opens his mouth to speak, then quickly covers it with his hand before leaning over the toilet bowl and emptying the contents of his stomach. She rushes to his side to stroke his back. He hovers over the toilet for a little longer, then turns to the sink to clean up.

“Baby, I think the leftover sushi I ate was bad…” he says. She rubs his shoulders while he rinses his mouth. When he has finished, he turns to her to speak. “What if your dad’s offended that I threw up his food?”

“He’ll understand,” she smiles dismally, soothingly running her fingers through his hair.


Shawn apologises profusely, over and over again for having ruined the evening, but her parents are very understanding and wave them off the front porch when they drive away. They drive home in silence, him whimpering every now and then when he feels his stomach act up and his nausea return. She keeps a hand on his thigh, thumb stroking every now and then. He falls asleep fifteen minutes into the drive and wakes up when the car comes to a stop.

Back at his place, she undresses him and brings him clean clothes to wear before tucking him into bed. She joins him shortly after squiggling out of her own dress and getting into one of his shirts that she claims is actually hers that she’s left behind.

She holds him close after pulling the covers around herself, his back against her chest. He turns at her embrace, facing her and then snuggling his nose against her neck. They lie comfortably in each other’s embrace for a while until he breaks the silence:

“Do you think your parents will ever invite me back?”

She chuckles and strokes his cheek, moving her face down so she can look him in the eyes. “They loved you. Dad actually asked me if you’re free for Thanksgiving, but he asked me to warn him if you were going to be sick again.” She giggles as he groans at her words. She leans forward to kiss him when he stops her with his finger on her lips.

“You can’t kiss me. What if I get you sick?”

“I’ll take my chances,” she smiles, always enamoured of him, and pecks his lips. He nuzzles his face back in her neck, and her hand wraps around his head, scratching at his scalp until they both drift off to sleep.

sapphia  asked:

Will we ever see more of Kel as an adult knight, in other series? She's my favourite character.

I would love to write more with Kel. Right now I have Numair’s books, then one about Tris, and then I’m traveling back in time to before the Immortals were sealed away. I may write a short story about her or Tobe in the mean time.

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Grul’s old design has been around since before I even started writing. And now I’m in the middle of working on the third and last book of the Ties of Lapis trilogy, can you believe it?

Over the years, Grul has always been one of my favourite characters out of the ToL bunch to invent clothes for, I just love her style!

So I thought, hey, why not redesign, or rather update her a little, see what she’d look like after everything she’s seen and everywhere she’s been. While working on this, I realized how much this outfit mirrors how far both Grul and I have come: Me as an artist, and she as a character.

Look at her, she looks so much more confident and mature! I’m so proud of her!

I know I always say my favourite character is Alix, but the truth is my actual ACTUAL SECRET FAVOURITE CHARACTER has no name, about 0.1 seconds screentime, and is probably long dead

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So for June’s crop of Patreon request doodles we’ve got:

- Farah, not hating Madoka’s outfit as much as she would have expected. (Let’s be real, the ruffles aren’t her thing as much as they are Fred’s, but Farah gives points to Madoka’s costume for it being simple, buttoning up the front and not having a lot of pointless dangly shit going on)

- Fey Winds x Dragon Age Inquisition: I racked my brain for how a meeting between characters would go but it usually ended up with the FW folk being murdered because the DAI crew thought they were abominations… So instead, I picked my Favourite Precious Cinnamon Son Cole and team FW member I think he’d get along best with.

- Aeslinn, what she looked like when she started making music. This was probably followed by a long goth/metal phase before she transitioned into dark indie synth pop or whatever it is she does now ;)

- Lastly, Shattered Starlight x Persona 5: also a conundrum, because I haven’t played this one and didn’t want to spoil anything in case I do. I do know that cats turning into buses is a thing though…

lizzieswann  asked:

your opinion on elizabeth swann! :)

I’ll admit, it took me a bit of time to come around to Elizabeth Swann, mostly because Keira Knightley used to remind me of a cousin of mine whom I strongly dislike, so any character played by her was automatically annoying to me. But after several years and finally disassociating Keira from my cousin, I was able to gain a huge appreciation for Elizabeth, and she is now one of my favourite female characters and I will never stop being bitter about how dirty the movies did her in the end.

We are told that the narrative of the original Pirates Trilogy is about Will’s descent into piracy, but that is actually wildly inaccurate. Will, for the most part, remains a typical hero over the course of the films, mostly untarnished and without a whole lot of blood on his hands. No, the original trilogy is not about Will’s journey to becoming a Pirate, it’s about Elizabeth’s. We watch this sheltered woman who dreams of adventure leave the confines of her father’s house, fend for herself on the oceans, take command of a pirate ship and eventually wear the title of Pirate King as if it’s her birthright. She never questions the titles bestowed upon her, she willingly bloodies and dirties her hands, she makes decisions others would balk at making and she is fiercely unapologetic in all of her actions. When Jack hisses “Pirate” at her as she’s dooming him to death, you can hear the truth in his words and see the evidence in Elizabeth’s actions.

Which is why I will forever hate that her final fate was literally to be barefoot and pregnant, waiting for her husband on land, reduced to nothing more than a mother and wife. If you look at the character descriptions for the most recent Pirates film on Wikipedia, Elizabeth Swann is literally described as “Henry’s mother and Will’s wife”. The woman who bucked tradition, journeyed across the sea, outsmarted pirates, betrayed Jack without a second thought, fought her way to Davy Jones’ locker, took on the mantle of Pirate King and led the brethren to war is given the most sexist, gendered, lacklustre epilogue in the entire film series, and that will always be a tragedy, because she deserved so much more.

“your opinion on ______”

Kidge - Conspiracy theory?

If you have too much time, you can read it. But don’t take it too serious. It’s a second part of “analysis of kidge”.

 I wrote some time ago “analysis of kidge” when i was in hype mode.
That did not change how i feel about Voltron. But. There is something that bothers me even more and i did not write it down. Now i’m thinking about theory.

A PIDGE THEORY. 
(Game theory reference lol)

So, let’s take a look at Pidge/Katie.
I can’t belive that i did not think about it before.

It’s good to have a strong female character in Voltron but… We already have one - Allura. Then why bother with Pidges gender? Why only her? Why not another character?

Don’t get me wrong - I love my Pidgeon.  She is my favourite character as i said in previous analysis. (it’s obvious when you look at my drawings)

But this change does not add much important things to the plot. Why i think like that?

She could easly be cute badass as a boy. There still would be the Holt family drama with Shiro just without Pidge hiding her gender. 

Why girl then? In 80s Pidge was a dude. In later versions Pidge was a dude too. And it worked just fine, not big deal right?.

Then… Why now in a reboot she is a girl?

There might be few clues, very interesting to think of.

First of all, we have Shirogane Takashi. He is the current black paladin and LEADER of Voltron. Not Keith Kogane.

Shiro is more like  80s Keith than Keith Kogane from VLD himself.
Great leader, smart, kind, friendly always knows how to cheer up the team. Almost perfect isn’t he? While Keith is just… well… Red paladin, galra and he is nothing like previous versions. And not really good material for a leader tbh.

And as we all know in previous versions leader of voltron (keith) had a thing with allura. Kind of. If we will go this direction with VLD we will think about Shallura. 
(leader Shiro + Princess)

Let’s asume that in season 3 Shiro will be back because he is to cool to die and he is precious human being who went through a lot of nasty things with galra. His death does not make much sense - his bond with black lion did grow a lot from season 1 and he finaly get back his bayard…? 
I don’t believe killing him would be possible at this point in story. That’s just one thing.

So how about Pidge? Why did i mention Shiro, Keith and Allura?

Because there is always a reason. Smal or big. But here, it’s just something off that many people did not see.
Maybe i think to much, but seriously? All of this stuff seems fishy to me.
And i’m saying this as a multishiper this means i’m not biasing anything.
I want to get to the bottom of this.
What if, they are going to make shallura canon? 

And what about Keith? Will he end up alone, with random girl, Allura after all or…?
That’s when my theory needs to be said.

Keith and Pidge vere really close in previous versions. I watched some episodes from 80s Voltron and their friendship was just pure gold.
While… Pidges voice was not gold… Nope, not at all. But back to the point.

In VLD they share like the smalest amount of screen time together like 
“what the hell Dreamworks?” Almost nothing, just few cute moments. Why?
Others are often talking with each other or work together. For example Shiro and Pidge on the first mission for green lion.

My question is… What if, they change Pidge into a girl, (not just because they wanted random gender swap), showed her backstory with so much details, linked her similiar situation to Shiro & Keith just to show, how much she is connected to them? But why though? Can’t they just (Pidge and Keith) talk for like 5 minutes or have a mission with just two of them?

You know red and green, yellow and blue are - complementary colors?
Suposed to bring balance? Look at that…

Keith become Red paladin. His complementary opposite is green. Pidge is green paladin and a girl. Do you know what i’m thinking? Fishy.

AND guess what? According to Pairs of complementary colors in RGB space Green could be opposite to purple-pink colour too.

Who have this colour scheme? Galra.
And who is galra in Voltron? Keith + Shiros arm.

Why did they not change Lance, Hunk or Keith but  change Pidge?
Because they might want to show Kidge (or any other ship including pidge) and all they did for now were just show off small hints. Just like with Shallura.

And reason they did not show much of them together, is because they are going to add much more of their interactions in the future, propably in season 3 or next.

Hey, but that’s just a theory.

A KIDGE THEORY.
(congratulations! You read everything or skiped some parts. sorry for bad grammar)


 

carawenmonk  asked:

For the character thing: Inej Ghafa

Ooh curveball, I love curveballs OKAY: 

  • First impression- she’s a quiet, reserved, sneaky little badass lady. She is My Type. 

  • Impression now- Will die for Inej Ghafa without a second thought (but then again who wouldn’t?) 

  • Favourite moment- HMMMM “I am not sorry , she realized. She had chosen to live freely as a killer rather than die quietly as a slave, and she could not regret that.” T H I S  B I T. How #iconic. I could meta on this, probably, and say many things about complex characters but…Not today. 

  • Idea for a story- ohh hmm. I mean….If it was one day decided to give her a spin-off where we see her hunting slavers like, I am down for this, so down. But also maybe when she’s older having a little place in Ketterdam or wherever she settles and she takes in young girls who have been orphaned or abandoned or enslaved and teaches them - acrobatics, ostensibly, but also a fair amount of self-defence as well, her little acrobats are surprisingly very good with knives… 

  • Unpopular opinion- I don’t think I have one?? But I don’t really know this fandom well enough to know what is unpopular or not, sorry!! 

  • Favourite relationship- I am garbage for Kaz/Inej. Everybody knows this. 

  • Favourite headcanon- Pulled from absolutely nowhere and based on absolutely nothing at all - she has a lovely singing voice but very, very few ever hear it (she mostly sings softly to herself when she thinks she’s alone - and it’s nearly impossible to sneak up on her so. It’s a very, very rare sound to hear) 
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//Have some old shit. Also shit I wont ever finish it seems… 

For the T ‘‘‘animation’’’, that was done with the use of GIMP 2 and when I was solely using a heckin mouse😂😂 (i mean I still do now but I’m more so using my touchscreen laptop with ma hand) @askrosetto c:

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Orphan Black 5x08

Long rambling ahead because I’ve been crying for hours and I’m a mess. Feel free to message me with your comments and opinions, or if you just want to cry. We need to be each others’ emotional support system during this difficult time. Also, spoilers.


Devastated. Shattered. Heartbroken. Angry. I am falling apart over here you guys. This episode killed me. I knew that it was coming but I still held a sliver of hope in my heart. I realised my hope was void as soon as the episode began though. S’s calmness, the heartfelt scenes with her, Felix and Sarah, and the whole S/Rachel/Ferdifuck reveal all pointed in one direction. 

In all, the episode was very good. I loved how things are starting to come together, how freedom for our clones is so close. The whole thing with the evidence against the Neolutionists made my heart happy. Finally the assholes get what they deserve. I was happy to see an S-centric episode (though I would’ve gladly gone without it if it would’ve ended differently). I loved that the episode showed us some normalcy, showed us all the characters just being a family and supporting each other.

Felix’s art show was really well made and I’m happy that the writers didn’t just forget about his passion for art, but actually took it and turned it into something beautiful. I loved how all the clones got to be a part of it and the concept just further proved the artistic genius that Felix is. And don’t even get me started on his speech to S, Sarah and Adele. I was full on sobbing at this point. 

So to my galaxy of women, thank you for the nurture. brb having a breakdown. I need this quote on everything I own

The Cophine scenes made my heart so happy. There wasn’t a lot of them but the little that we got was so beautiful. The fact that Delphine bought the painting of Cosima, and the way they clicked ‘send’ together. Ugh, just beautiful. I love that they are slowly inching towards genuine happiness. I just want them to be safe, in love and happy. At least give me this, OB. pLEASE. 

Ooh and then we have Helena! I felt a little bit bad for Gracie but honestly she had it coming. And the Neolutionists are idiots if they think that they can take down Helena. She is unstoppable and has the skill and strength of a killing machine. And now she has her children to fight for sooo I’m sorry but y’all gonna die. You do not threaten babies, ‘kay??

*Takes deep breath* okay here we go. Siobhan Sadler. My favourite character, the one I’ve looked up to and loved since day one. She’s gone, but died a fucking hero. I knew that they were going to kill her off, but watching the episode and seeing them build up the love for Siobhan did not make it easier. She had a perfect plan figured out that would ensure freedom for her family, but she knew that she wasn’t going to make it. I thought the scene of her arranging the flowers for Felix was such a beautiful scene because it was sort of like foreshadowing for a future parallel where Felix and Sarah have to arrange flowers for her (why am i doing this to myself? ;___; ) I know a reading of the letter she wrote is coming and it’s going to break me. Just seeing S writing it was so heart wrenching ugghh. Maria is so bloody good, god damn. 

Siobhan working with Rachel and Ferdifuck (yes I will forever call him this, he isn’t even worth that) added another layer to her and made me love her even more. She does whatever it takes to keep her family safe, she would sacrifice herself for her family’s happiness and that is exactly what she did. When Rachel called to say that Ferdifuck had survived the meeting, S knew that he was coming for her and that the chance of her surviving was slim, but her family’s safety was on the line and she’ll be damned if she let Ferdifuck anywhere near them. Side note: I hate Rachel slightly less now. 

I screamed the moment Ferdifuck shot her and at this point I was crying rivers and having a full on breakdown. He thought he had her. But NOPE, he underestimated Siobhan mothereffin Sadler. Her asking for the photo of Felix and Sarah in order to be able to grab the gun was such a genius yet heartbreaking move. She shot him and I have never been this happy. I loved her final words

You know, as a woman, I’m 14% more likely to survive a gunshot wound than you are. Maybe not this one but, okay, it’s been a good run.” 

Such a Siobhan thing to say, but it killed me. Deep down she hoped she would survive, but she was content with dying. She had protected her family, her bond with her children was stronger than ever and she passed knowing that they had a bright future. The last thing she saw was Felix and Sarah smiling.

Chickens.” cue sherry ugly sobbing. realises kira is going to have to deal with this as well. remembers kira calling s “home.” cries even more. Who needs a heart anyway?

Do I think Siobhan Sadler deserved better? Hell yes. I think the writers got a little too kill happy this season and wanted one death that would shock us more than ever, one that really hurt. I mean, yeah…sure. But I think killing her off when there’s only two episodes left was unnecessary and didn’t do much plot-wise. Ferdifuck could’ve gone out a different way (even though I’m really glad that it was by S’s hand, especially after she had been shot herself. It only proved how fucking bad ass she was and that Ferdifuck was never better than her). There’s still so many things that need to be resolved and there is not enough time for us to properly see how S’s death affects everyone and how they bounce back from it. I might’ve been more okay with it if it had happened earlier on because then I feel like it would have served a point to the story: to have the characters grow even more and take what S taught them and try to heal. Now I feel like everything might be too rushed. 

The episode was an emotional roller coaster and I am so broken. Siobhan Sadler is the role model everyone should have and no one would have been able to play her as well as Maria. She brought a depth and life to Siobhan that I don’t think anyone else could have accomplished. 

S became everything I needed in a female role model. My own mum passed away two years ago and S - as well as Maria and her music, but that’s a different story - helped me so much. I won’t go into that now though. 

Anyway. 

Thank you, Siobhan, for everything. ♡

Boruto episode 11 thoughts

Today’s was a better episode than the last week’s.

The animation needs a lot of improvement and the direction can do the pacing a bit better. Really the story is fine but anime needs work.

Sumire and co got rescued by Naruto(’s clone). I get that she was the most injured out of the three but the amount of focus on her is starting to grate on my nerves. Somehow I don’t like her and this is not the Borusara shipper in me speaking because I also fangirl over Borumitsu (mostly brotp but borderline ho-yay). Something is not right about that girl. Either the insane focus is because she has an intentional (perhaps - the poor orphan girl who just wants her parents and the villain took advantage of this to manipulate her - kind of) part in the attacks or this is just for ship war. The former makes sense somewhat because unlike Denki and Iwabe, she didn’t receive a solo episode. The latter not so much because even Borusara (the almost canon ship) itself is in friendship mode right (I mean they are barely 8 right now). That said I have no doubt if it’s the former, she will be redeemed and will be teaming up with Denki and Iwabe in future. If it’s the latter then….meh. In all honesty, I want to see her as a well rounded character and we got a glimpse of that today when she was watching Wasabi and Namida with their families.

Boruto is such a good person. He is really like a mix of Naruto and Sasuke, so protective of their loved ones. Lol at his shadow clones having an attitude. He actually apologises to Sumire despite it being not his fault. He is becoming my favourite character day by day. That said, looking at his “can do” attitude right now, something drastic must have happened between the six months time period between academy graduation and chunin exams to make him become so demotivated that he didn’t even want to participate in chunin exams and later even cheat in it. Because he was just fine until academy graduation where he “couldn’t wait” to become a ninja. Do I smell another arc in making where Boruto goes on an adventure where he gets screwed up badly and loses his motivation?

Borusara moment was all platonic deep friendship. Sarada noticed Boruto is distressed and dragged him out to lessen it. So cute​ and shows how observant she is of him. That’s some deep childhood friendship right out there guys.

Naruto, Sai and Shino being reasonable authority figures. Just them being grownups makes me feel so sad yet proud. Sai being hard on himself because he wants to help fellow Root shinobi while Shino being the proud and involved teacher. Naruto…..you really need to sort out your priorities. Your son needs you more than your friend. And don’t pull your son’s ear. He is being a good boy, you will see. Also we see Sakura.

It’s so cool that everyone joins in the BoruShikaMitsu investigation. So badass of the academy students as well as the mailmen. They even come up with a plan and ambush the masked guy. And teams splitting up was so cool. Even Chocho joins in and gets tired easily. And the fight scene was so cool.

Except Sarada. Where is she? This is not definitely because she thinks this is childish game by Boruto, because she knows about the shadow. She possibly went to a reasonable authority figure. Maybe her sensei? Whoever that is.

Mitsuki definitely knows what’s going on. I think his role is just opposite of Sumire’s. He knows dark secrets but I think ultimately he means no harm. And look at that smirk. And god he is walking on water. Such a talented boy.

Borushika brotp is so sweet. He is definitely Boruto’s elder brother figure just like Shikamaru is to Naruto. Jumping in to protect his lil bro from harm.

Denki finally got to do some ninja stuff while Boruto is using his Hyuga style Gentle fist. Denki and Shikadai high fiving. And Boruto sending in a live kunai at the shadow. Just so good. Iwabe and Boruto joint attack was so good.

Metal Lee and Inojin are quickly becoming another brotp of mine. Look at all that bromance. Inojin’s smirk while drawing his sword and Metal’s sass while calling Boruto and co noisy and then getting knocked out just takes the cake.

Tayori-san and the postal bureau chief were cool while we finally get to see the villain or at least his pawn or agent with a mask. Definitely inspired by Miraculous Ladybug.

This villain is definitely going to affect Boruto’s future. I think the series will become darker from here on. Slice-of-life things will be here and there but I genuinely think Boruto is going to be darker than Naruto.

Preview….Mitsuki has to tell Boruto something. Definitely he wants to confess something about this ghost thing or is going to tell Boruto about the sun-moon thing. Either this or Borumitsu is going to sail.

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I have been wanting to share some of my joy of playing Overwatch with my wife, Jade.
Too bad she’s not a gamer. However she does like to play some lucky draw game. So, I came out an idea to have her involve with my Overwatch activities.

During the Overwatch One Year Anniversary Event, I had Jade to open almost all of my lootboxes. She gets to know more of the characters and some of the lores. She now know which heroes are my favourite and which heroes I never play.

With her opening the lootboxes for me, I have had double the fun while playing the game.

Rant over 6x17

The driving forces behind this week’s episode:

- a deus-ex-machina magical object that was never mentioned before, will probably never appear again, but is capable of solving all the problems the characters face at the moment - from cancelling sleeping curse to create magical door to another realm to the place where your loved one is. And Rumple knows how it works. I repeat. A door to the World Without Magic capable to find any person you think of and Rumple KNOWS how it works. I let this line of thought sink now a moment.

- writers amnesia as per usual. The Evil Queen built a fail-safe into the curse, but conveniently forgot to tell them after she became good enough and she actually told EVERYTHING about how it worked so Regina could break it.

- horrible wardrobe choices for Emma. Someone should keep JMo far from the wardrobe apartment, because it’s starting to be cringeworthy. (Okay, it is not totally true. It HAS BEEN cringeworthy for 2 or 3 seasons now.)

- horrible retcon with the Charmings making a conscious choice of letting Emma grow up as an orphan even though they could do something about it.

- Emma’s stupidity - condemning your parents to an eternal coma because of Hook? That was SO wrong on so many level. (Altough, maybe that was her unconscius revenge for her parents’s decision that kept her in the World With No Magic when she was a child.)

But my favourite really, because it is so OUAT:

Regina finds a way to save Snow and David, everyone shares the curse (was I the only one who was annoyed they did not let her take the first sip, but Hook?), they are in Regina’s office.

And then David’s first words?

- “Emma! YOU WOKE US UP!”