dare to think for yourself

Don’t you dare just fucking reblog. Criticise. Evaluate. Research further. Weigh against alternatives. Think for yourself. Disregard some. Adapt the rest. The only thing which has ever come about from taking any one person’s word as gospel is the self-replication of the status quo. Revolution means ruthless criticism of everything: society, your leaders, this blog, yourselves, everything.

No but imagine if like Sherlock, Erik fakes his death in Persia without the Daroga knowing and the poor man spends decades grieving for his friend and eventually moves to Paris, to see the city Erik had spoken about so often and to feel closer to his memory.

One day, there’s a knock on the door of his flat, and the Daroga nearly faints when he opens it.

Erik is unapologetic at first, tries to make an angry Nadir understand the necessity of his disappearance, how it would have been to risky to tell him..

A furious Nair roars at Erik, years of pent-up grief unleashing itself. Erik, easily angered, retaliates.

“I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS! I THOUGHT YOU TRUSTED ME! DID YOU THINK I WOULD GO RUNNING TO THE SHAH AND BETRAY YOU?

“IF I HAD TOLD YOU YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN IN DANGER TOO, YOU GREAT BOOBY!”

“DON’T YOU DARE CLAIM YOU DID THIS TO PROTECT ME! YOU ONLY EVER THINK OF YOURSELF! YOU NEVER ONCE CONSIDERED HOW THE YOUR APPARENT DEATH WOULD HURT ME! HOW I WOULD GRIEVE FOR YOU!”

“AS IF YOU WOULD HAVE GRIEVED FOR A MONSTER!”

“I GRIEVED FOR MY BEST FRIEND, YOU INSENSITIVE, UNFEELING DOLT!”

“AS IF- wait…you think of me as your friend? Your best friend?!”

“Well, I did before you pretended to die and left me behind to pick up the pieces.”

“I…Daroga…Nadir..I didn’t realise. I always thought you merely tolerated me. I never dared to hope that you thought of me as a friend. Erik has no friends.”

“I’m surprised you care at all. You always seemed annoyed with me.”

“Well, you are annoying. But I like being annoyed by you…my friend.”

“Hmpf. You’re as terrible as I remember. Perhaps I was better off without you.”

“I missed you too, you great booby.”

  • jimin: *uploads 11 minute log talking about how he thinks his voice sucks and that even though he's taking vocal lessons he still thinks that it still sucks and that he wants to become a greater singer not only for himself but also for ARMYs who are patiently waiting for him*
  • also jimin: has his own solo track on WINGS
  • me: noW IS IT JIMIN IS YOUR VOICE REALLY THAT TERRIBLE TO YOU??? THIS SONG LITERALLY IS EARGASM WTF HOW DARE YOU THINK THIS WAY ABOUT YOURSELF?? IVE HAD THE GODDAMN SONG ON REPEAT FOR FIVE HOURS NOW?? AND COUNTING??? THIS SONG IS LITERALLY THE DEATH OF ME AND YOU STILL THINK YOUR VOICE ISNT GOOD ENOUGH WHILE I'M HERE SUFFERING AND SUFFERING WIThout end??
  • also me: he's so smol and precious i'm--*bursts into tears*
Steven Moffat on Vastra & Jenny’s backstory

In a recent interview with Buzzfeed, Steven Moffat was asked 11 questions about Doctor Who, one of which was regarding Vastra and Jenny’s first meeting…

SM: I actually know, ‘cause I did sort of plot it through. It’s not a rom-com. I always thought it would really be Jenny, I think (and I don’t think this is very, very hard to work out for the show), is the one who keeps Vastra in line. It’s not the other way around. Overtly it seems to be Vastra in control, but it’s Jenny always saying, “No, don’t you dare, behave yourself.”

So I think Vastra was coming up to slaughter human beings and Jenny sort of said, “Just don’t kill them for one more night,” and I’d like to think that she maybe told Vastra a story and Vastra got enraptured by the story and each night ended up falling a little more in love with this girl. Something like that. I think their meeting would be quite dark and scary, and in a way Vastra’d be saying, “You’re quite fun I won’t eat you ‘til tomorrow.” I think that’s how we’d begin with them. I think the principled, noble detective Vastra that we see — again we tend to see her when the Doctor is around, so she’s very well behaved cause the Doctor makes people behave — I think that principled, noble Vastra is Jenny’s creation. She basically said, “You can eat people, but only the bad ones.”

Read the rest of the Q&A here

Professor Layton Truth or Dare

Rules: Reblog this! Your followers can now send you a number and you can choose between the truth and the dare of this number!

Truth 1: Did you ever have a video game crush on a Professor Layton character?

Dare 1: You have 60 seconds to put together a closet cosplay of a character you choose!

Truth 2: What do you really think about puzzles?

Dare 2: Record yourself saying one of the Professor’s most famous lines!

Truth 3: Did you ever think about shipping DesLay?

Dare 3: Write an argumentative text to convince us that Clive Dove did EVERYTHING right!

Truth 4: If you could slap a character besides Bill Hawks, who would you slap?

Dare 4: Draw fanart of the worst ship you can think of in the series!

Truth 5: Most hated character besides Hawks?

Dare 5: Re-write the end of one of the games!

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Steven Moffat: I actually know, ‘cause I did sort of plot it through. It’s not a rom-com. I always thought it would really be Jenny, I think (and I don’t think this is very, very hard to work out for the show), is the one who keeps Vastra in line. It’s not the other way around. Overtly it seems to be Vastra in control, but it’s Jenny always saying, “No, don’t you dare, behave yourself.:

So I think Vastra was coming up to slaughter human beings and Jenny sort of said, “Just don’t kill them for one more night,” and I’d like to think that she maybe told Vastra a story and Vastra got enraptured by the story and each night ended up falling a little more in love with this girl. Something like that. I think their meeting would be quite dark and scary, and in a way Vastra’d be saying, “You’re quite fun I won’t eat you ‘til tomorrow.” I think that’s how we’d begin with them. I think the principled, noble detective Vastra that we see — again we tend to see her when the Doctor is around, so she’s very well behaved cause the Doctor makes people behave — I think that principled, noble Vastra is Jenny’s creation. She basically said, “You can eat people, but only the bad ones.”

and before he could stop it he had thought Maybe we can, maybe we will after all;–before he could leap and spring and smother and blot it from thinking not because he couldn’t really believe they possibly could not and not because you dont dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it but because thinking it into words even only to himself was like the struck match which doesnt dispel the dark but only exposes its terror–one weak flash and glare revealing for a second the empty road’s the dark and empty land’s irrevocable immitigable negation.
William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust

I dont think any of you realise just how precious life is.
Today I found out my dad’s childhood friend shot himself. He was alone and completely trapped with his own thoughts.

THAT is dangerous. Please, please don’t think it’s the only way out. Don’t you DARE think killing yourself wont matter to anyone. You might think “oh the world will go on turning” and “the sun will still rise every day” and that you “wont be missed.”

But don’t you dare. Thats fxcking bullshit.

YES - the world may go on turning. But your family and friends worlds wont.

YES - the sun will still rise every day. But you wont be watching the beauty break from your porch steps.

And finally, DONT YOU DARE say you wont be missed. You dont need to be explained this but just imagine family meals from then on. Your parents and siblings sitting in silence over dinner, an empty chair where you used to sit. Your mum not leaving bed in the morning because she lost her baby. Your dad working extra hard because your mum physically cant, yet wanting to cry every second of the day.

So please, before you do something with such destructive effects on not only yourself, please consider everything.

Ask for help. It’s not called being weak, it’s called being strong enough to admit you need it.

Im out.

Here’s a Thing I Believe. Part 1.

An exercise, for the morning. Look here.

Look at that guy. He looks dangerous, don’t he? Never mind the bowl-cut mullet for now. He still has perhaps the most normal hair in the entire history of Yu-Gi-Oh! 

And don’t mind the belts on the arms. I don’t understand those, either.

Focus on his eyes … eye. He’s hiding something. And in the years I’ve spent writing stories about this kid, while I’ve done my best to be an advocate for his redemption, I like to think that I’ve never forgotten the fact that he puts the anti in anti-hero. He can be a rampaging asshole, if you’ll pardon my language.

Something I never anticipated, though, occurred when I started up a new story last year. I wasn’t supposed to start a new story last year. I was supposed to focus on the ones I already had, fan-oriented and original fiction alike. But it was only a handful of days after my birthday, and I usually make irresponsible choices in December just because … well, birthday.

Anyway, this new story I started was the first in a sequence of three AU stories I have planned for 2015, and it taught me something: Seto Kaiba, that dangerous man, that most anti- of anti-heroes, is actually the cutest freaking thing in all of anime.

You just have to give him a chance to prove it.

Imagine a little boy, so flustered on his birthday because someone actually gave him a present that he can’t articulate himself. Imagine that same little boy, learning to swim for the first time because his parents never had the chance to teach him. Imagine that little boy, so scared of insulting someone he respects that he starts crying.

Imagine it. Can you? Maybe you can’t. But I can. And it’s adorable, and heartbreaking, and beautiful, and this man deserved better than he got. Yeah, he’s a billionaire. Yeah, he’s famous. Yeah, he’s a badass.

He still deserved better.

I stand by that. I will always stand by that.

You’re in the band at school and Luke refuses to miss any of your competitions or recitals, just as long as he can drive you to his games on the weekends and see you watch him - the school’s football captain - from the stands, cheering on his team with his training Jersey wrapped around your waist or drowning your figure out if you choose to wear it as a sweater.

You two were an interesting couple, and at first when you had left band practice all those months ago to find Luke leaning against the wall in his famous maroon jersey with ‘Hemmings’ printed across the back, you had thought that maybe he was just waiting for his friend and band percussionist Ashton. But no, he was there to see you and stutter out an 'I was thinking, do you wanna go on a date sometime, with me?’ After reassuring you that it wasn’t a dare or a bet - ’how could you think so lowly of yourself? You’re beautiful…’- you had agreed. And here you were, 8 months later, seeing him wait outside practice room again but this time walking over to hold your face gently and bring his own lips to yours softly in the middle of the hall.

'You haven’t shaved?’ You noticed the scruff on his face and he looks down at you frowning. 'I come and see my girlfriend with flowers’ he pulls a luscious bunch of multicoloured roses from behind his back, 'and the first thing she notices is my beard. Why, do you want me to get rid of it baby?’

And you just smile and pull him in for another kiss because somehow you’ve managed to get the school’s most popular jock and quarterback to be totally whipped for a band nerd like you.