A large portion of the fandom doesn’t headcanon Ruby as Ace because she’s childish, they headcanon her as Ace because of Lindsay (Ruby’s voice actor) has commented various times on her perspective on Ruby ever being in a potential relationship and Lindsay’s views on Ruby’s character have influenced the headcanon.

There’s also Ruby’s reactions to various non-Platonic cues and situations in the show where other characters have responded. Re: “I don’t think dad would approve of all the boys, though” in contrast to her older sister expressing attraction to them in Volume 1, and Ruby never expresses desire to have a date or dance partner to the Beacon Dance, and seems to be pretty content with it, while the rest of her teammates have.

This has nothing to do with “innocence” (she’s like 15 years old she’s not that young) or to do with Ruby being childish, it’s just making sense of the cues that are already there with an underrepresented orientation as a headcanon.

anonymous asked:

Will Solace has appendicitis and his appendix bursts so he has to leave camp to go to an actual real life hospital because the only person who MIGHT be able to pull that off with healing powers alone is /him/- And Nico wasn't at camp and he gets back and someone is like 'oh yeah Will's at the hospital he had to have surgery' cue woRRIED NICO

This was a really cute request and I really enjoyed writing it! I probably would have gone on way longer but i didn’t want it to get too lengthy. Enjoy!!


When Nico walked into the hospital, some stupid get-well-soon teddy bear clutched in his hand, he began to get nervous. The initial ‘oh shit your boyfriend is in the hospital’ shock had faded, and now- he wasn’t sure what to expect. He was scared.

He’d gotten an Iris message during his visit to Camp Jupiter from Lou Ellen half an hour ago- Will had come down with appendicitis, he’d been sent to the hospital, and he was just coming out of post-op from a successful surgery. Of course he’d immediately shadow traveled home and gone straight to the hospital, but his confidence wavered just outside of the room.

In fact, Nico might just have stood there, nervous, for another few minutes had Lou Ellen not stepped out of the room and seen him.

“Hey, Nico.” Lou Ellen said, clearly surprised to see him so quickly. “Will’s awake- he was asking about you.” She smiled a little, though she looked a little uncomfortable. Nico gave a stiff nod, stepping aside to let her go and, after taking a deep breath, stepping into the room.

The fluorescents didn’t help Will’s complexion, his face almost as pale as Nico’s, a stark contrast to his usually perfectly tanned skin. His hair was messy, damp with sweat from the fever, his eyes closed and mouth drawn taught. He was clearly in pain, probably just recently having awoken from surgery, and Nico’s heart ached a little for him. Had he been this sick earlier? Why hadn’t he called?

“Lou, there’s no way you got ice that fast..” Will croaked, eyebrows drawn together as he spoke.

“Lou Ellen isn’t back yet-” Nico answered simply, going to sit in the chair next to his bed. Will’s eyes fluttered open immediately, and with some effort, he turned his head to look at Nico.

Despite everything, Will gave this sad little laugh, and Nico knew it’d probably hurt. “You shouldn’t have come all the way from Camp Jupiter for this..” He muttered, smiling tiredly anyways. Nico just rolled his eyes.

“I nearly had a freaking heart attack when Lou Ellen said you had to have /surgery/.. What kind of doctor waits long enough for their appendix to burst?” Nico asked, setting the little bear on Will’s other side and moving to stroke his hair back.

“Don’t touch me, m'all sweaty..” Will argued feebly, swatting at his hand. Chuckling, Nico continued, trying to offer whatever comfort he could.

“You look like shit.” Nico said casually, hand stilling on his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Hah, very funny..” Will mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. “I feel terrible, and I’m on like.. Enough painkillers to sedate an elephant..” He grumbled, enjoying the coolness of Nico’s hand, sighing softly when Nico flipped it so Will would get the cool side again.

“Yeah, surgery’ll do that to you. You should have gone to the hospital earlier.”

Will just waved a hand. “I was kind of hoping my healing powers would kick in and it’d just. Stop, but.” He sighed. “No luck. Kayla was walking me to my cabin to get some rest and I threw up. So she did a more comprehensive exam and the pain got really bad so they took me here.”

“Mm, Kayla’s a lot smarter than you..” Nico teased, frowning when Will’s delirious chuckle made him wince. “You should get some rest..” The son of Hades muttered, fixing his blankets. “Maybe you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

The exhaustion was clearly getting to Will at this point, mumbling a question about Nico shadow traveling, which the son of Hades was glad he likely wouldn’t remember. He continued to try to hold a conversation until it was just delirious nonsense, and he was out cold by the time Lou Ellen returned with his cup of ice, rolling her eyes.

“They said he’d probably only be awake for a little while- just while the anesthesia wore off and the painkillers kicked in. He’ll be up on and off all night, probably nauseous and in pain-” she warned, setting the cup aside.

“That’s okay, I’ll keep an eye on him.” Nico assured, quietly so as not to disturb Will, who was snoring now. Will was usually a really quiet sleeper, and while the snoring was endearing, it was pretty out of character.

Lou Ellen nodded, patting Nico’s shoulder and going to sit on the couch. Nico moved his chair closer to the bed, using an extra pillow to prop himself up and taking Will’s unusually cold hand, squeezing gently.

The hospital chair wasn’t soft at all, but he was more comfortable here than he would have been anywhere else.

Valentine's Day AU

Character A and Character B are a couple, and Character A wants to do something special for Character B on Valentine’s Day. Cue Character A being really sappy with balloons and chocolates and the whole 9-yards, while Character B gets them a card with a corny pun on it.

.ᴏᴍᴍᴜɴᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ .ᴛɪʟɪᴛʏ .ᴥᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛ.

@cherry-flavored-trickster‘a OC, @cue-tee. apparently if I’m going to color something its going to be very shiny.

JF5P Production Notes 6

And so we reach the end of the series…

Delay I
John and Simon time the ‘bings’ themselves, by pressing their fingers on an imaginary button in the air, to cue the engineer to play in the sound effect. This allows them to dictate the pace of the sketch rather than have it dictated to them.

Nice Cop, Nasty Cop
At the last moment I realised this episode was a bit ‘dry’, so went on YouTube and looked up the sig tunes for loads of American cop shows (The Wire, CSI, NCIS, etc, etc), just to make it stand out a little. Giving the coda a music bed also distinguished it from the main part of the sketch, and thus helped further distinguish John’s accents.

Other Offences
Didn’t cut anything out of this.

When we had to arrange a fourth recording for this series, we realised this was going to take us over budget. So we cancelled the piano (which costs money) for the 2nd and rearranged Sue for the January recording. The day before the recording I realised that we were going to be a bit better off than I had thought, so asked John and Sue if they wanted Sally for this. We agreed that, although it was a lovely idea, we couldn’t rely on her being available, couldn’t rely on her having time to rehearse, and couldn’t rely on Sue being able to arrange a part by the next day, so we weren’t going to. Then Sue rang Sally anyway, and it turns out that all of that was possible, so we did it. This song, and Procrastination, were thus arranged rehearsed and recorded in a day - my musical ability is more towards John’s end of the spectrum, so this to me is basically witchcraft.

This is another one, like the Overthinking sketches, where we could have sent John to a different mic for the 'in his head’ bits. As memory serves, though, we settled for him leaning in to the mic to make sure the studio audience got it, and losing the atmos when he was thinking to flag it up to the listening audience.

Delay II
We recorded two ends for this. The first was simply “The Train Manager is forgiven”. But we had to retake the last line anyway, so John threw in the line about the ticket machine - and the audience let us know quite forcefully which one they found funnier.

The Most Self-Indulgent Sketch In The World
Is actually what this sketch is called.

SYAM Queen Victoria
Last week, I said it was important to find a sound editor who will put up with your bullshit. To prove my point, this is what this sketch looks like in ProTools, the sound editing software we use:

It took editing genius Rich Evans over an hour and half for to edit these nine minutes of audio. The top three lines are the live recording, broken up only because we needed to overlap them. Below that are the atmoses - an electonic hum in green, and more bubbly 'laboratory’ atmos in red. (A night 'skyline’ and traffic noises follow it, in yellow and pink). Below these are the sounds of hammers, meachincal hedghogs, a steampunk-style Queen Victoria (whose footsteps alone, which you can hear for four seconds, took twenty minutes, as each heavy footstep needed to be metal treading on wood PLUS metal joints creaking against each other PLUS the bellows that presumably operate her puffing away). Plus various doors. Rich only puts up with it because of the end product is so good, and because I agree, contractually, to call him an editing genius in public.

John Finnemore’s Souvenir Programme can be heard at 6.30pm on BBC Radio 4 on Thursdays, and for thirty days afterwards via the BBC iPlayer:


So how do I do normal?
A smile I fake, a permanent wave of
Cue cards and fix-it kits
Can’t you tell I’m not myself?

so i’m visiting over at my grandparents place right now, right? which means that everyone around (read: my famiry) sees some of what i draw just because of proximity. and what’s shitty about that is that whenever i’m drawing a chubby or muscular girl, my aunts and uncles tell me that it would be better if I made her skinnier- the implication is that she’d be prettier if she were skinnier, and the drawing would be better as a result. their kids, on the other hand, like it when i draw big, buff girls- they totally get it somehow.

so i’ve been sculpting for the last few days, right? i’m doing a little bust of a chinky schoolgirl-type with these cute puffy cheeks. cue somebody making a comment about how she’d be cuter if she ‘wasn’t so fat’.

cue me staring them in the eyes, never breaking eye contact, raising the bust up, and smushing more sculpey onto her face.

My Dear Prince

by obviouslyelementary

“Your majesty?” he asked, as always, when he entered the room, looking around only to see Harry (prince Harry) by the bed, his back turned to the door as he drank from his favorite glass. At the sight of his prince, Louis’ first instinct was to kneel, one hand over his knee with his head bent. “Your majesty”

“Louis” he heard, but didn’t dare move his head just yet. He heard steps and soon there was a hand on his chin, gently pulling his head up. “Up, Louis” he said, and the servant knew it was his cue to rise from the floor. “You don’t kneel before anyone”

Words: 1070, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

via AO3 works tagged ‘Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson’

anonymous asked:

I want to say...I've read stuff about the show and like I get what people are saying and I want to believe them, but I don't understand what makes them sure. And people tell me watch in production order and I do, but I guess I just don't naturally observe stuff well? Or understand characters better on my own. So what you're doing is really opening my eyes. I go and watch the episode with your cues, and I finally get more out of it. So thank you!

Glad that I was able to help, and that my exploration of the show was able to motivate/guide your own. It’s really humbling.

I am firm in my conviction that everyone has that capacity, of analyzing and interpreting art beyond surface-level absorption (should they so desire), but different approaches work for different people, and there’s generally not one *right* interpretation (although, no offence, I feel like it’s easy to butcher when we project our views into the work instead of focusing on the material).

So, don’t feel bad because you can’t come up with something on your own, as you say: art is ultimately a shared universal human experience. Sometimes you need discussion and prompts and hints and a structure to start seeing things yourself. Sometimes you need to be isolated with your own thoughts for the work to speak to you. It’s not a “one-size fits all” deal; most things in life aren’t.

Today’s forthcoming videos will attempt to answer two questions I often get when I talk about upgrading Squiers: “Will it be as good as a Fender?” and “How does it compare to vintage?”

The answers may surprise you. Or not. Probably not. But MAYBE *cue X-Files theme* #guitar #fender #squier #jazzmaster #vintage #jmascis #jmjm #masterybridge #offsetguitars #seymourduncan #antiquity