Aaah, the Lethifold! One of my favourite creatures from reading the book as a child. Thanks to @zinfandelli for suggesting it as a creature, I was psyched to draw Credence with one. (And of course I saw the official design on the bluray just as I was about to start colouring, and had to change up a bunch of stuff from my sketch haha) Art blog: questionartbox
Hayley Kiyoko takes LGBTQ+ positivity to the next level. Like she gets it, she wants to show and be realistic about the feelings that LGBTQ+ people go through. She’s making a music career out of something positive, not what people think growing up LGBTQ+ is, it’s not what the media wants us to see, it’s not covered with a golden cape it’s real. Its believable and that’s why it connects and helps so many LGBT+ people who listen to her music. Without her music I defiantly wouldn’t have accepted myself, I’d never been able to explain how I felt before. Shes given us a voice. Even if no one else is listing it helps us LGBTQ+ girls and women connect. It makes us feel less alone and less down on ourselves. She gives queer women a voice and that’s why she’s so amazing and inspiring. She makes us feel safe in who we are and that’s pretty damn special and unique in an artist.
What she means:
I'm so confused why Brendon and Ryan couldn't just literally come out and say Ryden was real. I mean, now, Ryan really misses Brendon and acts like he's his ex that he still loves, and Brendon's dodging his name like old timers in fandom drama. I also don't understand how Brendon could pretend he wasn't writing a hundred songs about Ryan and not make it obvious. Come on, I mean, "How I missed yesterday, how I let it fade away", "Being blue is better than being over it", "There's no sunshine, there's no you and me". Brendon and Ryan were so perfect for each other. And how come he only recently came out as sexually fluid? What happened in capetown so many years ago? Why does Brendon pretend like nothing ever happened, when he has totally kissed him, worn his shirts, his ties, his guitar strap the post-split performance, held up a sign that says "Ryden Exists" in big capital letters. There are pictures proving it! Also why Ryan flew to New York to Seattle just to see him so they could celebrate Ryan's birthday, without telling his girlfriend or anyone else. Ryan said "He's my boy. Always will be." In a tweet and never let him completely go. Does Brendon still love Ryan? Will they ever confront each other again? What did Ryan do? Why did they try to cover up the fact that She Had The World, When The Day Met The Night, and Northern Downpour were about their love? Were they scared what their fans would do? Why is Brendon so avoiding of Ryan's name? What could he have possibly done for it to be so terrible even talk about him for that long? Why can't we know what happened in capetown? Ryan told Brendon so much and almost loved him, while Brendon was obviously head over heels for him? Why are we left in the dark, aimlessly wandering, searching for an answer in this dark continuum that we may never find? Did something that wasn't consented both ways happen romantically? I know Ryden was real. I just know it. There's too much proof to not realize it. If you showed someone who had no idea what Ryden was or who they were a picture of them, they would immediately assume they were dating. Also, their Twitters. Ryan and Brendon were very close on Twitter, and they couldn't have done a better job of acting as gay as possible. Brallon, also. Do people think that this is some kind of replacement? I feel like Brendon just wanted to be all cute with Dallon to try and replace what he had with Ryan. This may or may not be true, but it's what I think. I can tell Brendon still misses Ryan and loves him deep down in his heart, and Ryan has the exact same feelings. I feel that I will always wonder as I lay in my bed late at night... "What happened in capetown... And why?"
This isn't really Director Sanvers related, but... Danvers sisters bodyswapping fic. Just think of the hilarity!
I agree ;)
She still got giddy sometimes. Waking up to Maggie, sometimes clothed, most times not, was often the highlight of her day. Her mind slowly rising from the fog of sleep, with the warmth of her favorite detective koala wrapped around her, sharing a pillow that smelled of citrus and cherry shampoos, that was the best way to begin her day. Alex paused to remember the delicious feeling of being awoken yesterday by Maggie’s lips and conceded that koala!Maggie was, maybe, the second best way to wake up.
It was like a dream, the happiness she felt knowing that there was someone out there for her, that she wasn’t broken, that she was just looking in all the wrong places and all the wrong faces (literally). Alex pulled herself closer, burying her face into hair that smelled of…
That was weird.
Alex opened one eye to find her face buried in hair that held none of the caramel streaks she was accustomed to, with an entirely different scent. She pulled back a bit, squinting in the dim light of early morning.
Going to bed with Maggie and waking up with her? That was a dream.
Going to bed with Maggie and waking up with Lena Luthor? That was a nightmare.
Alex screamed and threw herself backwards off the bed, dragging the sheets with her. She was nothing more than a tangled mess on the floor when Luthor leaned over the bed, brushing the sleep from her decidedly not Maggie-brown eyes. She looked around in confusion, not seeing anything wrong.
“Kara, darling? Did you have another nightmare?”
What the hell?
“What the hell?” Alex repeated out loud.
Alex scrambled to her feet, shucking free of the sheets and almost falling over again. “How the hell did I get here?”
Luthor frowned. “Through the balcony, darling. Did you hit your head during the fight last night? You came in so late you didn’t even change… can you hit your head and hurt it?”
Alex looked down. The crest of the House of El adorned her chest. The only things missing from the suit were the cape and the boots. “What the hell?”
Lena shifts to sit up, brow still furrowed. She studied Alex, eyes dragging along each limb, cataloging each frantic movement as Alex tried to figure out what the hell was going on. She sprang for the bedside table, and before Alex stopped her internal freakout, Lena had a gun in her hands and shot off.
Thankfully, it bounced off.
“Who are you and how did you get in my girlfriend’s body?”
“What did you do to Kara?”
“You sleep with a gun and my sister?”
“You try getting almost assassinated every– wait, did you say sister?”
Alex turned to look in the mirror. Just what I was afraid of. Blond hair, blue eyes, and all of Alex’s worst nightmares staring back at her. “How the fuck did we switch consciousness while asleep?”
“A… Agent Danvers?”
Alex turned to face the other woman, feeling an unfamiliar heat behind her eyes–her sister’s eyes.
Wait, fuck, can’t fry Kara’s girlfriend just because Kara never told me they were dating.
“How long have you and Kara been-” Alex waved her hand between them, “-a thing?”
“It’s recent. She was trying to figure out a way to tell you.”
“That she’s a lesbian?”
“Bi, I think, is what she’s settled on, yes. But also that she’s exploring that… with me.”
Alex frowned. “Which part did she think I’d be upset about?”
Lena fiddled with the gun in her hands, still wrapped in the one sheet Alex didn’t run off with. Thankfully, she had put the safety back on. “Both, I think.”
Alex tilted her, Kara’s, head back and laughed. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed so hard she basically collapsed in a heap on the floor. Lena looked rather concerned by the time Alex could talk again. “Okay, but, the first one I thought she knew, what with how she went on and on about Lucy when they met–”
“Who’s Lucy?” Lena growled.
“–the second, yeah, that’s a concern, but she talks about you even more than she ever did Lucy, and I’m a little mad that she didn’t tell me, she always tells me–”
“Who. Is. Lucy.”
“–but mostly I think I’m okay with it, because I just remembered Maggie and I weren’t wearing clothes last night and now Kara gets to stumble through apologizing that she’s seen my girlfriend naked.”
vader’s cape – of course its the best. its vader. its black. flawless style and execution. also, theme music. ∞/10
lando’s cape – daring cut and color worn by the most stylish man in the galaxy. and what a clasp. 10/10
phasma’s cape – stunning. incredible. its black. its armorweave. its got a tasteful red edge. and on those shoulders!! my only complaint is that it looks a bit like a tarp up close. 9/10
krennic’s cape – nothing special, but its a good solid cape in capable cape-wearing hands. 7.5/10
padme’s white cape thing – i can’t tell if that’s cape or not. half the shit she wore looked like a cape? why is she defined by her fucking outfits i hate george lucas? damn i keep looking at her tits im so fuckin gay. anyway it looks like a beach towel but other than that, a nice cape. a bit like avant-garde LL Bean fashion. 7/10
the various capes of bail organa – i wish i liked these better. you’re a great man bail but i’m not such a fan of your capes. all dashingly cut, but the dull and drab military-esque colors are heartbreaking. 6.5/10
dooku’s cape – plain from a distance, weird texture up close. nice clasp though. 5/10
grievous’s cape – messy and uncontained, but at least it matches its owner. 4/10
boba fett’s cape – terrible, like the rest of him. 1/10
honorable mention – grand admiral thrawn’s cape, lost in the abyss of the eu.
other notes – robes were not included, obviously, if it has sleeves it aint a cape
We were only a few sessions into our first campaign when we came across a sleeping dragon. Our DM tried to convince us to leave it be since we were so low level, but we sent my ranger character in to check out if there was any treasure. Note that she has a perk that lets me reroll any Ones.
DM: As you climb the stairs to the tower where the dragon is sleeping, roll me a stealth check.
Me: *rolls a one, rerolls another one, then rerolls for a two, waking the dragon*
Paladin (OOC): So what just happened is you stepped on your cape and fell into the wall, but he kept sleeping. Then you kicked a stone and it fell down the stairs, but that was not enough to wake him! Unfortunately, on your next step, you let out a massive fart and that was too much.
What would be the disadvantages of sword fighting while wearing a cloak/cape?
It depends on the sword. During the Renaissance, the cloak and cape were like the dagger and the buckler, used as a supplementary in the offhand to the rapier. It could be used for defense, to distract, lock up an opponent’s sword, and other uses.
If you didn’t know how to use a cape, then it would be liable to get in the way. Get caught on the arms, tangled in the legs, distract you as much as your opponent. The cape and cloak are period clothing, much like a jacket would be for us today, which means if you’re a man (or woman) during the Renaissance you’ve got a choice when the time comes to fight or duel about what to do with your clothes. You can discard it, risk losing it if there’s no one to hold it for you, or use it as part of your defense.
If there’s one thing that is worth thinking about when you’re setting up your fight scenes and your characters it’s the concept of “using what you have”. Combat is joined with culture, it isn’t an abstract or separate. One uses the tools in their environment, designs their weapons around where they’ll be fighting and the threats they’ll face as much as how. Your character’s clothing, their culture, fashion choices, all reflect back into their defensive options (or lack thereof).
The cape was one of the common accoutrements, so it got used by some fencers when they were caught without their buckler or their dagger.
Humans utilize tools well, and adapt well. When looking through the links pay close attention to why the cloak works and how it aids a fencer as a combat tool. This will help you when looking back on modern clothing or other day to day items you may never have considered before that easily become natural extensions of a fighting style.
Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.
Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.
He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back.
So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.
Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.