does this get a spoiler tag

when guzma tried to catch a nihilego, he just ran at it. so… does that mean he was just going to wrestle it to the ground and force it into a ball? is that just how he catches pokemon?

because while i can see someone doing that to get a wimpod… does that mean he dive-tackled a spinarak? does. does he even bother weakening the pokemon. does he just dive-tackle them until they surrender? because that sounds like something he’d do.

just imagine him finding a scyther and being like “okay that’s a bug with arm scythes i fucking want it” and you think he’s gonna send out golisopod to weaken it but no, he just runs at the scyther and fucking rugby tackles it to the ground. and the scyther is just like “ARCEUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE HELL I’LL GET IN THE BALL I’LL GET IN THE BALL!”

it’s a flawless strategy but no one else in team skull can get it to work.

Why shipping abusive relationships in fiction does not mean that you support or excuse abuse: an essay

Sigh.  Okay.  Hi, I’m a long term shipper of Hannigram and Sauron/Celebrimbor with two degrees that basically amount to art analysis and the institutional teaching of historical and context and analysis.  I was hoping I could just get away with not writing a long post about this but now that I’ve seen the excessive amount of hate in the Percival Graves/Credence Barebone tags…sigh.  okay.  Let’s talk about shipping abusive relationships in fiction, and how shipping abusive relationships is not necessarily glorifying or normalizing abuse.

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lets talk a “dr. gross and tiffany survive but as a result of tiffany siding with finn and jake he gets totally fucked up by gross and unwillingly under her control like the other experiments except due to a lack of resources its faulty so hes constantly struggling for his own personhood and agency” kind of hypothetical/theory/au

atomicbob93  asked:

So... how exactly does Bites the Dust work?

It’s a remote stand ability that hides in a person and then gets triggered if that person reveals Kira’s true identity through words or deeds. When it’s activated, BtD blows up the person who receives that information and then resets time back to about an hour earlier. The person (in this case, Hayato) carrying Bites the Dust is the one aware they’re reliving that hour, and during that time just about everything important that happened the first time(s) happens again including the detonation, regardless of whether Hayato tells that person Kira’s identity this time.  And since BtD is still activated the effects can add up, if Hayato tells anyone else, BtD gets triggered again and blows them up too, resets time back an hour, and now you’ve got even more people fated to blow up. 

Kira can’t use Killer Queen’s other abilities when Bites The Dust is engaged.  
I think that’s about it.

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creating a monster by hanging on + paying the price

bonus:

just saying

gladion better not get the silver treatment

he better appear in the anime or imma slap somebody

bi-magnus replied to your posti can’t believe magnus and alec went shopping…

i can’t stop thinking like what’s the occasion???? is it bday gifts for someone, did magnus just randomly decide to drag along alec on a shopping spree, did magnus think alec needed some new clothes, are they holiday shopping, does alec need like a suit for a formal event and magnus tagged along for moral support, is magnus helping him get clothes for date night, what. is. going. on????

i have no idea!! they’re each carrying something and it looks fancy?? Alec has tissue paper sticking out of his (which makes sense, they are both pretty wealthy) and the bags look big too like the kind you would get for clothes??

or what if this is related to the party they’re throwing with max?? maybe they’re buying stuff for that i would absolutely cry if alec is helping magnus set up for this party that would be so fucking adorable.

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I wanted to reblog to reply to @mikhasunthistle, but then I’d have to put a spoiler tag up and I want everyone to be able to read this- not that it’s directed at you personally, Mikha, it’s just a general statement.

Whether you got what you wanted or didn’t, whether you’re excited or super bummed, your feelings are 100% valid. It is okay to be disappointed that you missed out on something you really wanted and it’s okay to be super excited for what you will get in the future.

It’s possible to be all of these at once. Being disappointed does not mean that you aren’t happy for other people. It doesn’t mean you should be called salty, told to shut up, or laughed at. It just means that things didn’t go your way and you have feelings about that, and that’s okay, you know?

Respect is always key. 💖

anonymous asked:

I see that you use "prince of hell" warlock in a lot of your tags, what does that mean?

oh my god this is kind of embarrassing because my feelings about this are so intense. like i’m not even sure i can fully articulate what it’s genuinely about but i will try. also book spoilers.

Warlocks always have a demon for a father and Magnus’s father in particular was revealed to be Asmodeus, one of the seven princes of hell and a fallen angel. It’s the reason he’s so powerful and since Asmodeus erased someone’s entire life as if it were nothing, it’s likely why Magnus has a particular talent for memory spells. We also see Magnus activate a witchlight at one point, which normally only responds to Shadowhunter (angel) blood.

And yet it was used more for relationship drama than anything, even though Magnus going through the centuries believing that he has the purest form of demon blood is a huge deal for his character. He’s clearly ashamed of it. Plus, what does having something so similar to angel blood mean for him? We’re told time and again that he’s powerful, that he has all this rich heartbreaking history, but we only get glimpses of it at best. What happened after he killed his human father after nearly being drowned? I mean, he was six or something and literally the first time he used his magic was to burn a man alive. How did he end up in Spain all the way from Indonesia? Did someone bring him to the Spiral Labyrinth? Magnus says Silent Brothers took him in, but that only appears in deleted pages of CoA; in CoB he simply calls them “churchmen.” How did he discover Asmodeus was his father? What was their conversation the first time he summoned him? What is even Magnus’s birth name before he took this one? A name, by the way, that unlike other warlocks speaks not of mourning or solitude (Loss, Fell, Fade, Gray) but of pure destruction, which says everything about what Magnus thinks of himself and his origins.

In short, the entire concept of him being the son of a Prince of Hell represents everything I wanted and nothing I ever got. That tag is purely about my extreme thirst for Magnus being Magnus. Not the guy who’s one half of a ship, not a glittery warlock with a great fashion sense, but Magnus Fucking Bane, the man who understands exactly who he is and what he’s capable of, who loves with all of his heart and would prefer to tell stupid stories about how he was totes BFFs with Julius Caesar but who will not hesitate to fuck your shit up if you mess with his people and when he’s done, his eyeliner will not have a single smudge. It is for Magnus lounging at his nightclub like a king. It is for Magnus carving his history and tainted birthright into his own name, but still clinging to the belief that he’s human and a good man.

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anonymous asked:

KS, Sangwoo goes out drinking at a bar and drinks to much and goes outside to puke then has to get a cab home and Yoonbum takes care of him plz and thank you

I’m really into KS right now so when I see a prompt I’m ganna jump on it.

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He kept swallowing them down, drink after drink, slid down his throat. He couldn’t even remember how many he had had, but he was sure he would regret it when he saw the bill. He was already regretting it as he swallowed down what must have been the eighth or ninth drink. He started to wish he had eaten a proper lunch.

He could tell the alcohol was getting to him. Not just because of the dizzying feeling that provoked nausea, but because he felt apathetic. Oftentimes drinking would arouse anger in him and it was for that reason that he didn’t often drink. Tonight had been the exception.

He let out a burp, more loudly than he had expected but nobody even batted an eye. There weren’t more than four people in the bar and they all seemed to be in their own worlds.

He laid his head down on the table, trying to escape the lights. A strong wave of nausea possessed over him and he was waiting for it to pass.

The bartender came up to him. “Shall I call you a cab sir?” He asked. He appeared to be chuckling slightly at Sangwoo’s condition, finding it amusing.

Sangwoo looked up at him briefly, squinting. He began to wonder what the man’s head would look like on a platter.

“Sir?” The bartender asked again.

“Yes thanks.” Sangwoo finally replied, and the man walked away.

Sangwoo stood up from his seat at the bar, intending to use the restroom before he got in the cab. But suddenly, he was swept over with nausea. It was so bad that he nearly fell over, and grabbed a chair to aid his balance.

His hand slapped over his face and he lurched forward with a gag inside his throat. It was powerful enough to make his eyes water and he knew at that moment he had to get out of there.

His eyes darted around looking for an exit. He saw a back door and stumbled towards it outside, half way there he gagged again and felt a flood of liquid pouring into his mouth. He refused to let it passed his lips and held it between his cheeks. He ran out the door and found himself in a back ally behind the bar.

He searched around for a garbage bin, he had not the desire nor the inclination to be sick on the street like a drunkard business man on a Friday night. Unluckily, there was no vessel in sight, and before he could even move his hand away from his face, another involuntary gag forced itself upon him, producing another flow of liquids on top of the one already in his mouth.

His cheeks overflowed with putrid liquid and shot out of his lips and between his fingertips. He tore his hand away from his mouth, unfortunately not quickly enough, and leaned against a building, vomiting profusely onto the ground in front of him.

He stained the building he was leaning against with the vomit from his hand and cursed as he felt the disgusting substance on his skin.

He still felt dizzy and sickly, barely managing to hold up his own weight against the building. He crouched down closer to the ground, leaning over the pile of sick with his eyes closed.

He kept his mouth open, breathing heavily and trying not to swallow. He tried to convince himself he would be better off sobering up, even at the cost of being horribly sick. His rational was that it was either now or later, and damn it all if he let Bum see him in such a state.

He gagged dryly again, still trying hard not to swallow. An air bubble appeared and traveled up into throat. He let out a deep burp which ushered up a new flood of liquids to shoot up his esophagus and pour out of his mouth.

He coughed helplessly trying to get a breath in before the next stream appeared and splattered to the ground.

Suddenly he heard a door open and he pulled himself up into a standing position, leaning against the building.

“Your cab is here.” The bartender told him.

“Yeah yeah just tell him to wait a minute.” Sangwoo leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees and panting.

“He said he won’t wait. It’s his last ride for the night and he’s already doing overtime.” The bartender explained.

“Then send him away and call another one!” Sangwoo was starting to get angry. It was already humiliating enough to be sick in such a place but to have someone witness it would be intolerable.

The bartender shook his head. “It’s late. Good luck getting another cab. There aren’t many cabs out this late and we close in half an hour.”

“Damn it!” Sangwoo slammed his fist on the side of the building still trying to steady his breathing. “Fine.” He said, he tried to regain his composure and followed the bartender.

He got in the cab and sat hunched over in the corner nervously. He shut his eyes trying to will himself not to vomit. They were only five minutes into the drive when he felt himself gag. “Pull over. Now.” He demanded, and the driver pulled to the side of the road with a sigh.

Sangwoo pushed the door open and leaned out the door. There wasn’t even a pause between him shoving his head through the crack of the opening and him hurling onto the road outside.

He shut the door and sat back up, wiping the vomit off of his chin with his shirt.

The cab driver took off again without a word. Sangwoo considered that he might have killed this man for witnessing his display of weakness if he hadn’t been so disabled by the failings of his body.

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When he finally arrived home he tried to tiptoe through the hallway as quietly as he could. This was difficult however, considering how drunk he still was and how much trouble he was having balancing.

He passed the kitchen and shot a glance inside. He saw Bum asleep with his head on the dinner table.

Sighing a breath of relief, Sangwoo continued his journey down the hallway. Before reaching the bathroom however, he stumbled, nearly falling, but catching himself against the wall.

He had apparently make a loud noise because he woke Yoombum.
“Sangwoo?” He heard a small voice call out.

Sangwoo just wanted to forget he was even there, he considered putting him back in the basement but he didn’t have nearly enough strength to do that. Before he could even decide what to do, Yoonbum appeared on the floor from inside the kitchen.

“I’m- sorry. It’s just- you came home so late. I wondered where you had gone…” Bum said sheepishly.

“Just got back to bed.” Sangwoo barked at him, and Bum cowered beneath him.

“Of course! I’m sorry…” He turned to crawl back into the kitchen again before Sangwoo stopped him.

“Wait-”

Yoonbum turned around looked up at Sangwoo expectantly.

“Get me a glass of water.” He ordered.

Bum nodded and hurried into the kitchen.

The moment he was gone, Sangwoo clutched his head, wincing as he felt sharp pangs of pain shoot through him.

He felt woozy and wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay standing. Suddenly he felt an air bubble appear and it provoked his stomach contents. He felt the alcoholic liquids shake around in his stomach in a sickening fashion and he was overcome with nausea.

He charged towards the bathroom and collapsed in front of the toilet just in time to be violently sick into it.

He came up for breath and looked down the hallway to see Yoonbum holding a glass of water with his jaw dropped.

“I told you to get me some water didn’t I? Well bring it here.” He shouted from inside the bathroom.

Yoonbum tried not to panic and carefully brought him the water without spilling it. He handed it to Sangwoo and stayed on the floor beside him.

Sangwoo took a long swig of the water, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and water dripping past the sides of his lips as he gulped.

Yoonbum could feel his mouth watering and he felt involuntary longing.

Sangwoo came up for breath after finishing the cup and hung his head back over the toilet. “What do you want?” He sounded annoyed.

“Uh-no-nothing.” Yoonbum stuttered.

The next thing Sangwoo meant to say was to tell him to get out but he suddenly went into a fit of heaving and coughing before he could say anything more. He tried to yell at Bum but he could hardly get a breath in between harsh gagging. Finally, a deep heave had him puking into the toilet once more, twice, three times, he wondered when it was going to end.

Finally he swallowed and was able to take a breath. He looked over at Yoonbum who wore a look of disgust, yet he still hadn’t moved from his spot.

“What are you looking at Bum?”

“N-nothing.” Yoonbum looked away. “You’ve got vomit on your chin.”

Sangwoo looked appalled, and went to wipe it off on his sleeve, but Bum already had his fingers on his face and rubbed it off as if it were a smudge of dirt.

Sangwoo relaxed slightly, and Yoonbum sat quietly. “I guess you don’t have to go.” Sangwoo said, not looking at Bum.

Yoonbum’s apprehensiveness faded and he sat closer to Sangwoo.

They sat quietly for some time until Sangwoo let out a burp inside his mouth and shivered, putting his hand over his stomach.

“What is it? Are you in pain?” Yoonbum was worried but Sangwoo shook his head.

“The nausea just came back. I thought it had passed but it’s-uuhg- packing a punch.” He moaned.

“Here, let me.” Bum put his hand over Sangwoo’s stomach and rubbed it gently.

Sangwoo’s initial reaction was to flinch, but it actually felt good, so he let Bum keep doing it.

“Does that help?” Bum asked.

Sangwoo looked down at him. “Yeah, it’s alright.” He said, trying to sound apathetic.

Yoonbum seemed to know he was playing it off, and wore a slight smile.

anonymous asked:

what does that post with Magnus and ren mean? i didn't get it :<

(UHHH BIG SPOILERS FOR THE ELEVENTH HOUR ONWARD?? I GUESS??i havent been tagging spoilers up until now but yeah)

She thought he looked familiar bc he was the red hooded figure. One of the three saviors. 

#Fallout 4 spoilers #Hancock spoilers

okay, I gotta get this out cause I feel like its important to understand Hancocks character and why he behaves the way he does when you first meet him, cause it seems like there’s some misunderstanding here (and also some pointing out the hypocrisy of an anti-tyrant killing someone to establish power). 

Hancock is protecting you from day one. When Hancock kills that citizen in front of you on your first foray into Goodneighbor, it is only partially a display of power. Sure, hes a showy ghoul (now), and it’s a good opportunity to assert some semblance of dominance. But the reality is that he thinks hes saving your ass from a serious extortion/robbery, and also from potential life-threatening danger

After you travel with him for a bit, at some point, he admits that he thought you were an easy target, looking like you were fresh out of the vault. He had no way of knowing your immense power (as the PC). Now he knows he was wrong, because he’s seen you in action- but what that does clue you into is that he recognized you as potential prey and, instead of allowing you to be taken advantage of and/or being hurt, he stepped in to prevent it. It’s also worth noting that Hancock gives the man a chance to back off before finishing him off. This goes along with his “protect those who need protecting, hurt bastards who need hurting” personality, which is something emphasized through his character arc. He does not abide by people who need help being left on the wayside. Everything he does and says emphasizes this, and his introduction is no exception. 

Ostracizing the weak, ostracizing the “other,” is the motivation for what led Hancock to where he is now, in personality and in power.  Hancock is someone who wants to be proud when he sees himself in the mirror. If he allowed you to be hurt, he would be going back on his promise to himself and the principles that landed him where he is now. Making a show of it is just a way to make an example out of a bad person to hopefully deter future incidents, in a way the people of Goodneighbor would understand. 

Imagine Person A posting stories about them and Person B somewhere where they think Person B won’t see it. That is, until one day Person B does see it…

“Does a guy have to be poisoned to get a little R&R around here??”

I love how this implies that Morry’s little party wasn’t really due the Rhombus’s mysterious power, he just wanted to PARTY and HAVE FUN… while everyone else had gone missing. His mental defenses are too strong for the psilirium to do too, too much damage to him, maybe JUST enough for him to forget that him and his friends are in danger, and to not really question the weird fish people, but otherwise, he really WAS down to throw a party…

And oh man.. his self esteem levels are super low. I think he was super happy with the psilirium around and he was able to gain a LOT of that self esteem to perform his own show to a crowd, but without the psilirium, he’d probably stay away from being in front of big crowds.

I wish the people I watched would have poked around a bit more with him so I could hear more dialogue…