The Beginning

Are you alive?”

The trip into Command Center had gone as usual. 

Where’s Percival?” she asked Nameless Shit in Blue and Gold. 

Ma’am he is–” Blah. Blah Blah. 




Let her by.” 

That’s fucking right, let me by. Eilithe spent an excruciating hour standing around the guard’s head quarters. Thirty of it was spent trying to figure out what Shit Show, was going down on which floor– the rest of it had gone as usual. 

Everything is fine,” Percy had said, in the sort of manner that suggested something in his head broke.

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Everything is fine.”


And so on. Each time she walked into that building she almost felt guilty for causing shit shows of her own over the years, but as Percival reminded her of the ‘life-debt’ she felt a little less remorseful. 

The next stop had been the Strang brother’s shop, a little renegotiation of contract was in order. Watching Elle work was like watching a painter– the way she crafted an image of kicking Osric’s balls into his throat was artistic as anything. This was why she was called The Tyrant. 

It was on the way to their second stop that Eilithe noticed him. The tabard, gold and blue– his armor heavy, sword big. She had to give it to the guy, he was giant and she had not spotted him right away. A sharp turn and she was at Xollow’s shop. As usual, the elves could do little but argue. 

What do you want done with it?” she’d asked him. 

The dagger is evidence in..” Blah. Blah blah. Blah. 

If you didn’t explain things that don’t need explaining, we might get on better.” 

She would get a few grand in coin for the piece- gems caked the thing, and she needed it gone. Soon. First, time for tea. Their tail was diligent, and did his best to stay out of sight. Stealthy warrior, I’d give him that. 

For once the The Chariot actually had people in it- some Quel’Dorei and her little human tag-along. Eilithe could feign knowing proper tea-brewing methods- but since they’d ordered from ‘No’Vi’s Menu’ she assumed the two weren’t exactly concerned with the legitimacy of their business. Maybe they’d just been foolish. 

The two babbled about apprenticeships and assistants so long that Eilithe found her eyes closed as she leaned on the counter. It felt like seconds later that she opened her eyes only to see Iceilla making herself look like less of an assassin and more like a shop keep. 

Is he still outside, Eilithe called through the Mori Seal

Hasn’t moved, Elle answered. 

Of course he fucking hadn’t. This man did not belong to Percival’s direct clutches– and based solely on that she hoped he could be bought. It was a foolish thought, she had seen the man’s face. Determination  The kind she saw in other guards who believed in themselves. Bribery wasn’t getting her out of this. 

Some people thought tea could solve everything, though Eilithe had no intentions of solving the problem so much as it was about asserting dominance.  The wood stove was still hot, boiling the water in no time. Lavender Honey tea- her favorite. With a single cup, she walked around the counter and out the door. 

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Outside she found the man, his eyes none the less sharp- never mind the fact he had been standing in place for two hours. His hair was so brown it was nearly black, cut short to his head. His eyes were just as dark, though his beard showed signs of his age. Eilithe committed this close up to her memory- before shoving a tea cup him. 

“Here, you must be thirsty. After following me all day, I mean.” 

His back was already against the wall, but that did not stop Eilithe from standing close to him. He took the cup and took a whiff, “People aren’t usually so generous, it’s very thoughtful of you. I’ll have to make note of that.” That cut into her, twisted around and shot out the other side. Nonchalantly, he took a sip– why was he so fucking calm?

Well, I figured if you’re going to stand up outside of my place of business and stare at my customers– well, I might as well come out here and make you comfortable.”

He smiled, no he smirked at her. “Thinking of my comfort too, you are a fabulous host.” 

Eilithe stretched her neck to the side and chuckled, “I want you nice and relaxed when you tell me what the fuck you are following me around for. And, your name of course.” 

The man sighed, sitting the teacup and saucer onto a crate outside the shop. “You know, I always liked coffee better. So how about you give me your name in exchange for my own?” 

Eilithe scoffed, scrunching her nose up, “Don’t be foolish you know my name- we both know you know who I am. So who are you?” 

The warrior of the Crown frowned, canting his head to the side, “See, I wanted be polite- let us have a proper introduction.” He shrugged, and moved  to walk around her. “Now you’ll have to figure it out on your own. See you soon,” he called, before marching off towards the Pig and Whistle. 

Eilithe spun around and backhanded the tea cup against the cobblestone of the street. The Mori Seal rumbled with her energy, Commit his face to memory- we have a pest in the making.

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@stormwinddrugtaskforce @ellwelune @braecamberbark @iceillanightbane @mortua-sol 

For mentions @percy-aldenhardt @xollowalliance


Am I supposed to feel bad for Grundy? I don’t. 

Am I supposed to empathize with Archie? I don’t. 

Am I supposed to agree that Archie “isn’t selfish”? He totally is?

Am I supposed to not notice that Jughead’s dad is the killer from Scream? I do. 

Am I supposed to not ship Jughead and Betty? Because I definitely do. 

Am I supposed to figure out if this show is set in present day or the 1950′s? Cause I can’t. 

Am I supposed to be happy for Kevin? BECAUSE I TOTALLY AM. 

Am I not supposed to like Jughead better than Archie? BECAUSE I DO THAT TOO. 

Also…does Archie seriously not know that Jughead’s dad is the leader of the “Southside Serpants” (Is this Grease 3 or Riverdale btw like?????) I feel like he would definitely know that? And know that he is homeless? And he hasn’t even done anything about it???? Isn’t Archie supposed to be likable????? I think I like him the least????????

(Also Jughead walking into Betty’s room in that promo YASSSSS)

A Series of Unfortunate Events : the recipe to a good adaptation

This is a short analysis of the recent adaptation A Series of Unfortunate Events by Netflix. I will not mention everything here, it would require much more time and analysis but here is a general appreciation. Careful for spoilers !

Adaptations are quite tricky to accomplish because being true to the original work while bringing novelty to the piece is not so easy. The best adaptations are often the ones that manage to channel the spirit of the original work. A Series of Unfortunate Events is a very successful example of this. It was already visible in the first trailer where Lemony Snicket actually walks on the set of the filming to tell us not to watch this series. Right here, you have three core elements of the original series : our narrator-character, the breaking of the fourth-wall and the plea not to look into this horrific story. That last element actually is a known way to catch the reader/viewer’s attention and make him want to know more.

When it comes to A Series of Unfortunate Events, the character of Lemony Snicket is crucial. Therefore the adaptation needs to be perfectly true to his features. As a child, I really believed Lemony Snicket was this mysterious author hidding from malevolent authorities. The fact that Lemony is actually out of the story ,since he is the author/narrator, and a full part of it builds the whole myth around this series.
When I saw the movie, I did not get that feeling of mystery around Lemony mainly because it is not cleary explicited that he is part of all this : the viewer doesn’t see on-screen any important hint that Lemony is a central character of the story, he is presented above all as the writer.
In the Netflix series, Lemony is the first person the viewer visually encounters, just like in the books. The fact that you can see him entirely makes him a reassuring presence throughout the show : he is your guide. The show stages this aspect very cleverly by blending Lemony in the situations the Baudelaires find themselves in, usually through his costume.

Thanks to this process, the narrator’s role is fully depicted. A narrator that addresses directly to the reader/viewer is usually out of the story and Lemony is indeed “out” since he is telling the events. But Lemony is also “in” as an important character. The show drops hints along the way which keep getting bigger gradually : his investigation, the letters to Beatrice, the fact that he is being chased, among other things, and of course the reveal of the picture with Olaf in the last episode.

All these proofs show that Lemony really is involved in this story. It is very fortunate that they kept the dedications to Beatrice at the beginning of each segment of the story because she is the one who ties Lemony to the story. She actually acts as his muse, she is the main reason why he writes, the name Beatrice being a reference to Dante’s own muse.
Since he is an « in-between » character, literally the bridge between you and the story, Lemony is the one who constantly breaks the fourth-wall. This aspect is so crucial in A Series of Unfortunate Events. It allows Lemony to act as the antic chorus or Prologue : “If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book. In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.” (The Bad Beginning).
With those few lines, the essence of the plot is completely laid before your eyes, just like the ancient tragedies. In the series, apart from those lines, the opening song has the exact same role : “Every single episode is nothing be dismay.”
The breaking of the fourth-wall is also at the core of both series because story-telling mecanisms are explained through it. In the Reptile Room, Lemony explains the dramatic irony which is then again an aspect of the antic tragedies. As I remember it, the book series crossed the fourth-wall to teach something to the reader : a word, writing techniques and less straightforwardly, literary references. All these elements were fortunately brought into the show as well.

Now Lemony is mainly the one to break the wall, as allowed by his narrator status. What is unsettling for the viewer is when Count Olaf breaks it, usually to advertise the TV show and stare at the camera for a couple of seconds. This leads to the other important aspect of an adaptation : the creativity. The writers did not only represent Olaf, they actually add depths according to the new medium : what would Olaf do if he was in a TV series ? Break the fourth-wall and sing its opening sequence !

A short word on the amazing cast, especially Neil Patrick Harris who pulled out a very good Count Olaf. This character is very complex to play, he needs the right amount of villainy, humor and the talent of an actor who can play a character playing other characters. Jim Carrey brought too much of his own eccentricity to the character and you saw more of the actor than of the character. Neil Patrick Harris really understood and nailed all of Olaf’s facets.

Hence adaptations would be rather dull without creativity and novelty.
Sure a lot of dialogues are actually taken word by word from the books because they are good as they are but an adaptation needs to adapt precisely even more when the media is different.

A book and a  TV show are of course very different mainly because of the images. In a book, a description can only be completed by the reader’s imagination. In a show, what you see allows very little space for imagination. This is why a successful adaptation is one that can get the spirit, the ambiance of the world, conveyed by the original words, and transcripts it on screen. From the language of worded images to the language of filming.

The unsettling ambiance, the faded colours and surreal pastel imagery are very fitting for the Baudelaires’ story. The main aspect of the series is its dark humor and stories that you find rarely in children’s book : one death if not more per book, usually a gruesome one. The TV show manages to render the baudelairian world : this very specific atmosphere, the feeling of being oppressed by all the places in which the Baudelaires find themselves.

Finally the most important aspect of an adaptation is that it must appeal to all audiences.What is complicated about making adaptations is that they are received by two different audiences : the one who knows the original material and the one who doesn’t and their first interaction with the original universe is through the adaptation.
That’s why getting the atmosphere right is so important, it shows the specificities of the work in another way which should not “betray” the original story.
An adaptation is full of references that will be immediately recognized only by the ones familiar with the original piece. These references show the adaptors love for the original work and also creates a complicity between them and the well-aware viewer. Which book lover did not scream at the sugar bowl in episode 2 or at those four simple words : the world is quiet here ?The beauty of references is that they are hidden, they could be seen as completely normal by an unaware viewer : the scene of the sugar bowl seems very innocent.

It allows the adaptors to play on what the reader already knows. Take the first appearance of the Quagmire mother and father: most of the book readers thought them to be the Baudelaire mother and father even though they know very well it is impossible. This builds up until the revelation in the first part of the Miserable Mill. Not only this plays with the well-aware reader but also stages already the Quagmire trio and most of their backstory. Being already intertwined since the first episode with the main story, they meet naturally at the end of the season and do not appear previously unmentionned like in the books.

As thrilling as this is, if the adaptation is only met for the experts, it won’t be a total success. An adaptation also needs to speak to new viewers who have no knowledge of the original work. This is why there is a need for balance of references so the newcomer will not spent his time on Wikipedia trying to figure out what happens. How the series introduced right away the Quagmires is actually rather clever : it allows the newcomer not to be lost in all the key characters.

Lastly, this show really catches the core humor of the original work by playing on the fact that it is an adaptation and therefore needs to depart sometimes from the original sequences. At the beginning of the Miserable Mill (episode 8), Mr. Poe freaks out because the Baudelaires are gone and in the middle of his panicked speech, he says : “It’s off-book !’. And indeed it is, because in the books the Baudelaires don’t go to Lucky Smells Lumbermill by themselves but are brought there by Mr Poe. An adaptation makes choices and the show plays on that aspect.

Of course, this show would need a 300 pages-long essay because of all the references and allusions not only to literature but also foreshadowing the main story. This show completely smashes the movie adaptation which did not manage to really transcript well neither the atmosphere nor the characters.

Remember, an adaptation is not a search of perfection because it will never be exactly like the original material. The change of medium requires changes in the story and the story-telling. The intelligence with which the choices are made makes all the difference between a good and a bad adaptation.

doctor who revival: okay, so, our new season’s gonna be season 1, and our new episode’s gonna be episode 1, because god forbid people figure out we’re continuing a show from fifteen years ago that everyone and their mum grew up with and also high numbers are hard, and MAYBE in like a season or two we’ll acknowledge other stuff happened

mst3k revival:

Twitter is the Answer. They Told Us.

I’ve been avoiding twitter. I don’t like twitter generally and didn’t want to be sucked in. But a few people, particularly @worriesconstantly—whose blog you should go to in order to learn more—kept insisting that that’s where we need to look. And it finally hit me: of course it is. We were told. It just took us a little longer to listen this time.

In T6T, we spotted John’s fake jpeg. blog post. “Odd,” we thought. “Could just be a mistake though.”

Before the season aired, John’s blog shut down. “That’s funny,” we responded. “Same season as this weird fake blog post. Eh, could be a coincidence.”

In TLD, no one seems to know that John’s blog exists. No explanation, it’s just … gone. “How strange,”—wait. Canceled blog, fake post, memory of the blog erased. Any one of those might be incidental, but all three? This is a patten. It has to be telling us something right? 

Oh, and one more thing: John is the narrator, the storyteller. Always has been. But in TFP, Mary tells the tale. She narrates the story. John’s narrative authority disappeared again.

But we couldn’t figure out an in-show explanation for the erasure of the blogs, so most of us let that slide as yet another loose thread, more unexplained proof of the fuckiness of the season. Now, I presume that there will be some in-show explanation later. But what if that wasn’t the main point? We’ve been talking endlessly of fourth-wall breaks, yet John’s blog was always their primary medium for accomplishing this, and now they’re erasing it? What if they were telling us: “things are changing. We will no longer communicated with you through the blogs. Look elsewhere.”

And they told us exactly where. We all knew it—up to a point. They said, “yes, we canceled the blog, but we’re doing something else. Keep your eyes open.” Then #SherlockLive (perhaps notably, only one letter short from #SherlockLives) happened. We saw; we played along; we gathered clues. And then we left. 

But that event couldn’t have been everything. That doesn’t explain the facts.

After all, they told us about #SherlockLives loud and clear. Why, then, these repeated hints insisting, “look elsewhere, look elsewhere, look elsewhere”? Perhaps so that when things—intricate, complex, highly planned and deeply invested things—started happening on twitter, the very medium to which the creators explicitly highlighted as the new medium of fourth wall breaks through #SherlockLive, we would pay attention.

And one more thing—this for me is the clincher. Season 4, Episode 1, Scene 1. Things already feel a bit off; perhaps a bit OOC. Essential code names are aired, footage is doctored. Even before TLD we realized that this is them telling us: something has shifted, pay attention. “Only those within this room,” Mycroft declares, “will ever know the whole truth.”

But we were in that room. And in that room Sherlock, for no apparent in-show reason, is tweeting.

It is time to dig into those intricate stories on the medium to which we were instructed to shift our attention—stories with altered footage; with Sherlock and John together and no Eurus. Time to listen to those who have already been playing attention. 

They told us. It is time to listen.

Edit: One more bit of evidence pointed out by @seekmyroom on twitter: When describing the abilities of Eurus (who, as a bonus, has been widely theorized to = John who in turn has been theorized to = us), Mycroft says: “she predicted the exact dates of the last three terrorist attacks on the British mainland after an hour on twitter.” Predictions and twitter? Hmm, interesting … 

anonymous asked:

I know sketchyy-pencil makes fan art for the ship and well... I'm an angst whore D: can you please make an angst one shot where she cheats on you or something... To tie it with mysme lets pretend she is Jaehee and you are MC lmao

Fuck MC and Jaehee this story is about me and @sketchyy-pencil ( also if you want to send HCS for the ship I guess you can since this was really easy for me to write lmao) 

I never knew life would treat me this way. My life was actually looking great; I had an angel as a S/O, my job was amazing and I was finally happy. Hah. Life’s a bitch. I never knew taking my love to dinner would actually turn into the worst night of my life. During our dinner conversation I noticed she seemed distant. Hell she’s been distant for months. I thought it was her job stressing her out so I made sure everything was in place: having the apartment cleaned, making sure we have everything ready, and having a hot meal waiting for her. Yeah it was hard working and taking care of our home but she was worth it. She was worth my blood sweat and tears. She use to enjoy my cooking till gradually, she stopped eating my food. I already ate don’t worry or I’m not hungry  was the constant excuses she gave me. One night I even decided to run her a bubble bath but she yelled at me saying I was too nice to her. Her words did hurt me but I didn’t pay attention to it because I knew she was stressed. I didn’t pay much attention to her because at the time, I didn’t want our arguments to escalate.

During dinner, I remembered I asked her how was work and she simply took a sip of wine and told me “ I’m in love with someone else”. My heart stopped beating because I looked into her eyes and I knew she was telling the truth. I continue eating my food and told her to answer my question and she did. We didn’t talk much after. We finally made it to our driveway and I went to her side of the door and opened it for her like I always had. Now we are sitting on the couch acting as strangers. I was speechless because I was still trying to comprehend those six words that caused agony within me. I took a deep breath and looked at the floor “ How long was this going on? I won’t get mad at you I promise” I whispered. She ran her fingers through her hair like she always does when she’s nervous “ For 5 months now” she sighed. I cleared my throat and laid down at the couch “ I hope the person makes you really happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world my angel. I love you so much that I prefer your happiness over mine. So I understand why you cheated on me. I was no longer your happiness. I’m sorry for not being enough” my voice hitched.

I felt her eyes pierce through my skin and she started to cry while punching my shoulder “Why aren’t you crying ! Why are you not ha-hating me! Please hate m-me! You were enough you were more than enough! Fucking hate me! Tell me off!! Say you never want to see me again!! ” she screeched. I just laughed while she was hitting me. I finally looked into those beautiful eyes again “There is no point in hitting me angel. Your words already hurt me enough to where a bullet won’t even do shit to me. I might as well add that I can never hate you. I respect and love you so much that my ass will support you in every decision you made. I told you from the beginning, I will stand by your side even if you make the wrong choice. Even if it means you loving someone else.” I uttered. I stood up from the couch and kneeled between her. I grabbed her hands and gently kissed it for the last time. I closed my eyes for a quick second and I felt hot tears rolling down my face. I gazed into her eyes “ I need to know one thing. Just one thing. When did you stop loving me?” I managed to say. It’s easy to see her emotions through her eyes. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and it took all the strength that I had to not wipe her tears away. That was no longer my job no more. She decided to pick someone else for the job and that caused pain to ache into my bones. I felt her fingers try to wipe my tears but I slapped her hand away from my face. Her breath hitched “I ne-never stopped loving you” she whispered ever so gently. Her eyes were telling me the truth but I knew her heart was lying to her mind “Bullshit. You don’t hurt the people you love” I hissed. Tears were caressing her face ever so lightly. She grabbed my hand and forced her fingers to interlock with mine. She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it every so gently. I took my hand away from her and held her hand to my heart, “Remember way back then when we first started talking, you were so hard yet so easy to figure out. Your eyes showed me your soul and it captured my heart. You were my heaven and hell. I’m curious though, do you remember that long message I sent you because you teased me that I couldn’t be sweet?” I mentioned. She laughed and it sounded like angels singing to my ears. She nodded while cleaning her eyes. I fixed her hair because it was covering her face “I still mean every word from it” I stuttered while I got up and kissed her forehead.

She gave me a puzzled look while I went and grabbed a suitcase to pack all my clothes and belongings. It was a half hour later till I had my suitcases at the front door. She told to that she wanted to leave and I told her that I didn’t want to stay because I didn’t want to be surrounded by memories of her. She sat down at the couch and I went to her and outlined a cross to her forehead “I hope God gives you many more blessings and I hope you are happy with your new life and love” I said. She looked at me with fresh tears in her eyes and there was a lump in my throat. I was ready to leave but I stopped and looked back “I will never know where we went wrong but there is one thing that I know” I whimpered. I walked closer to her and I put my hand inside my right pocket taking out a blue velvet small box. I opened it revealing the engagement ring and placed it on the table in front of her. I examined the living room once last time and my eyes finally laid on hers “ I was suppose to give it to you after dinner. It doesn’t belong to me. It was meant for you so you can do whatever you want with it. Thank you. It was an honor having my heart broken by you” I said while tears were running down my eyes. I gave her one last look and walked away.

Goodbye my love.

Extra Angsty Bonus:

I ran down the stairs with the little belongings I had. I heard my name being yelled by her but I kept going down the stairs faster. I finally reached the lobby but she took the elevator and she tried to stop me from leaving. She went on her knees begging me to stay but I pushed her off me and told her to never put her pride down for anyone. I ran through the double doors and made my way through the streets. The cold air was burning my throat and I decided to look back at her for one last time but suddenly everything turned black…..

ALSO!!!! in the geek interpreter, our first appearance, where they plant “bond air is go” so we know that they’ve been planning tfp this whole time, the audience insert is scrawny comic book nerds. they thought the people that figured out the show were going to be like them. like sherlock says in tab, they underestimated women, they forgot women. as the show wore on and they realized we were all women our mirrors became more flattering, sherlock became more apologetic. there is a whole new storyline in the show about sherlock apologizing to women because of our existence. and i think when they first planned tfp they thought they were going to be pulling the joke on a bunch of nerdy reddit boys who, let’s face it, and this is because i am a lesbian and hate men, WOULD HAVE deserved it way more than we do

anonymous asked:

How do I reveal large amounts of backstory without resorting to massive paragraphs of exposition dump? I have two characters who hold a grudge based on something convoluted that happened a year before the start of the book, and their ongoing feud fuels much of the character conflict in the story, but I can't figure out how to show readers what happened without a massive exposition wall and/or cheesy flashback...

[ Warning: Extremely long post and explicit language/themes ahead! ]

You’d be surprised at how much impact even the smallest hints can carry. Audiences are typically a lot more receptive than most media gives them credit for these days, and can pick up on a lot of things, even when they’re not stated explicitly.

“You’ll like it here,” Sarah said, nodding her head toward one of the tables in the back. Abigail followed her. “It’s not the best school in the county, but at least it’s better than Griggs. I heard that three of their teachers had to be put on house arrest last year because of some—”

She was cut off when she collided with the girl in front of her, who had stopped abruptly in the middle of the aisle to talk to someone at the table next to them. The girl turned around, and her expression soured when she saw who had bumped into her.

“Sarah,” she said curtly.

“Hannah,” Sarah replied, shoving past her without meeting her eyes.

Even without either of the characters explaining it, you can tell that Sarah and Hannah have a history that Abigail (and the reader) are as yet unaware of. There’s an implication that there’s a mutual dislike there, but we’re not totally sure why, nor how deep it goes. This sets the stage for reading into future actions to try to gain further context clues.

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fridahidle  asked:

What are some real life examples/situations that someone can use or visualize to determine whether they use Ti or Te?

Hi there! We came together and put together our thoughts on this –


In a way, because Ti is my dominant function, it’s also one of my hardest to describe. I usually only recognize it for what it is in contrast with the Te users in my life. To wit: I know a Te dom, and we disagree a lot. During a disagreement over Star Wars the other night, he says:

Te-dom: “When everyone goes to see Episode 6 in December - “

Me (Ti-dom):” Episode 8. The next one is episode 8, Episode 6 is Return of the Jedi.”

That’s what my Ti is like. I want things to be exact and specific. True, that’s also my Si talking (details, specifics) but mainly from my Ti, especially in debates, it’s very important to me to be precise and exact; in fact, it’s more important to me to be specific and certain of what I’m talking about than to actually win or  even complete the debate.

In the workplace, I want to be thorough. My  bosses constantly need me to be in ten places at once, and I go crazy not being able to thoroughly complete each step in the process of the task at hand, to be exact and know that I have followed every rule and completed every part of what’s at hand. I get teased for being so precise; I don’t just want to get the job done, I want to get it done exactly and precisely right. I can’t just put the bottle of wine back in the general area of the wine, it has to be in the exact spot that type of wine is supposed to go.

To paraphrase from my favorite show, “(my) logic does not resemble (most) earth logic” (Buffy). I have systems of understanding for how things work. I can’t just watch a TV show or a movie, I have to figure out how that show or film fits into an overall system of analysis about how things work. I don’t just watch an episode of Buffy, for example; my mind goes into overdrive trying to process the symbolism in it, the philosophical underpinnings, or even something simple like what this interaction between my personal OTP or ship indicates about their relationship. I struggle to sleep a lot at night because my brain goes into overdrive as soon as there’s no immediate task in front of me, with trying to analyze what happened with this and that. There is just no shutting it off; I even try to analyze my dreams while I’m having them. I’m at times so matter-of-fact that I take everything literally and don’t sense when people are just joking.

These are all various ways in daily life that I use my Ti.


Te is Hermione telling Ron, someone she hardly knows, that he’s saying it wrong and then pointing out the correct way to do it. Why? Because it’s right. It’s seeing something incorrect and correcting it. As simple as that. Te is Gwen being anxious that Peter is always late because there are times set and plans in motion and they aren’t to be broken. It’s concrete and it’s happening.

Dominant Te, especially, is blunt and to-the-point. It is immediate action and rectification of problems. When given tasks at work, I instantly draft my to-do and size up the scenario. A strength of Te, especially at work, is assessing a situation very quickly and just acting. Exerting upon the environment a logical system of events or actions and utilizing lists to keep on top of tasks and priorities keeps things straight and narrow. While some may not like lists or to-dos, I find them imperative to success. I also see that some might not immediately take action or execute a plan (versus taking some time to do extra planning, etc.), where my Te allows me to do so confidently. I like being in leadership roles and typically volunteer for them. I prefer to have authority and like to lead.

When faced with something new or unknown, Te is proactive. More often than not I consider past plans or strategies I have seen and then implement them (Si and Te working in tandem.) Depending on the situation, a to-do list (obsessed, maybe?) will be drafted or a schedule will be created. Then, as quickly as possible, the plan will be implemented. Just as important - research and references. I like to discuss the problem with someone knowledgeable or resourceful if at all possible.

In general social situations, Te is Spencer Hastings constantly correcting her friends’ grammar and steamrolling her plans onto them and expecting them to adhere. I think I definitely have controlling behaviors and I tend to lead. Most of my friends are more go-with-the-flow than I am and sometimes this can lead to conflict. I tend to face conflict head on, pushing the envelope where others may like to cease for harmony. Making new friends is pretty easy for me, though there are certainly different levels of friendship. Making base-level friends – that is, friends who are more like acquaintances – is simple. Sometimes this is something that is simply productive. Making good or best friends takes something special in common and then, once I trust someone, we typically become close very quickly.

Dating is something that I find to be interesting across personality types. While I think dating can be fun and interesting, it’s somewhat stressful for me. I don’t want to waste time dating someone if it’s going to be unproductive or not yield results. I like to give 100% or none at all, which is something generally true about me in anything. I like to be able to commit to something completely, whether it be at work or in another aspect of life.

In terms of understanding vs. execution for the sake of execution, I do like to understand how something works or why it works but if that’s not an option I’ll just do what needs to be done for the sake of the project. This happens often at work, where I’ll need to figure something out and will simply follow the necessary steps but won’t have the time to really get into the depths of the why or how.

I may stop to analyze something for fun, trying to dissect and understand, but most often I am only going to see that the object or system works in the way that it is meant to. If something breaks, I’ll fiddle with it and most likely refer to research or a manual (my Si maybe?) and try my very best to fix it before just ordering another or seeing if someone else knows the trick!

Hopefully this helps! If you have more specific questions we are happy to answer as well!

Vlogger Confessions

Youtuber AU where Simon is a daily vlogger and Baz has no idea what his roommate is always filming.

For @snowbaz-feda

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I don’t really care about the cameras anymore, I’m used to him talking around the flat.

I’ve been wondering what’s like, to see his vlogs. From what I can see, he always tries to be an optimistic person on camera, and film funny little things that he wants to share.

The problem now, is that he’s always here. I just got home from classes and he’s trying to open a letter, while also trying to vlog and it’s ridiculous.

He notices me, “Hey Baz can you uh… help me?” I roll my eyes, but I do before going to my bedroom.

The problem of him being here all the time, is because he keeps distracting me. If I’m in the living room, he starts talking to me or makes me go with him grab some scones, he’s addicted to the bloody thing.


It’s Saturday and Snow is doing a live show again, he asks me to say hello to everyone and I do. I would do anything, if he always rewarded me with his stupid smiles, like he’s doing right now.

“Do you want me to bring you scones on my way home?” He gives me an even bigger smile, when I ask him.

In the evening, I’m in my bed when I call him over.

“Need anything?” He says, with his laptop in one hand and then he starts to enter my bedroom, “Can I sit too? I need to edit.”

“You may not” I tell him but he doesn’t stop. To my disgrace, Snow has already learned that sometimes, I say things I don’t mean.

Having him in my bed, with only a few inches separating us, feels like torture. I keep glancing at him, because his mouth is slightly open. All I can do is imagine myself reach for him, turn his face in my direction and kiss him, then bite his lip to see what he would do.

“If Penny comes here tomorrow, can you ask her to bring my book?” This wasn’t what I wanted to ask, but I called him over so I had to say something.

Sometimes he lets me see him edit, like now. He’s fast cutting pieces and putting them together, in order for the final version. I’m in there sometimes, in the footage, he asked me if it was okay and I said I don’t mind really mind.

Perhaps tomorrow I can ask to see his videos, for some reason, Snow is still embarrassed about them.


I knock on his door and when I enter. He’s laying down on his bed, almost asleep editing a video. If I didn’t know better, I would say that he’s looking like this just to mess with me.

“Hey Baz” and he gives me a sleepy smile. I can feel myself beginning to blush.

“I can see that you’re busy, we can talk tomorrow.”

“No no, you can stay, I’ve just finished editing anyway.”

“Can I see it?” Because he just said that I can stay, and I’m feeling bold so I decide to sit on his bed to make my point, “Come on Snow, I appear in your videos, only fair you let me see them.”

He’s looking at me, like he’s trying to figure me out “Okay fine, I’ll show you today’s video, It’s not long so you won’t get bored.”

If only he knew how much I like listening to him, about random things. I even heard him complaining about me once, I almost laughed at how ridiculous it all was.

As soon as the vlog starts though, I know that this was a bad idea. He’s in bed, saying good morning to everyone, telling them that he’s gonna meet Penny later on and that they’re gonna go to the beach. I can’t stop looking at his chest, there’s a constellation of little moles painted there, that I desperately want to have a closer look.

When he’s about to leave the house, I appear in the vlog to give him his scones, he thanks me before leaving, and keeps talking about how such a nice roommate I am.

I glance at him and he’s blushing, but not taking his eyes off the screen. The rest of the vlog is just him and Penny, almost getting attacked by a seagull because they were eating fish and chips, and I laugh at that.

He’s laughing lightly by my side too, and I love how good this feels, feeling his body heat because our shoulders and legs are touching, and I have to restrain myself to not get closer to him.

When we finish, I ask to see another video, which takes him a few moments, but he chooses one called dragging my roommate outside, and I snort because I remember that day all too well.

He had a camera in one hand and was trying to convince me to go to the beach, to which I said no several times, so he just grabbed my hand and pulled me, until we were out of the building.

That was a good day, we grabbed some food and went to the pier. Snow wanted to make a timelapse of the sunset, so we just sat there talking and looking at the sea. The end result of the timelapse was actually quite good so I praise him for that. The video finishes with him in bed, saying he had a great time with me.

I’m looking at him and I realize that I’m falling in love with this moron, fuck. I’m falling for Simon and this is not going to end well.

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- He hopes you don’t notice the way his eyes never leave you. He just can’t help it, he’s always watching you, like he’s afraid to turn away for even a second to realize you’ve vanished into thin air. Out of his life, possibly forever.

- The moment he kind of catches what jokes get even so much as a giggle out of you, get ready to hear a hundred more. Of course none of them are very good jokes, but as long as he’s got so much as a chance to hear your laugh again, he’ll go through as many rotten eggs as can be to find that one good apple.

- It takes a lot in him not to just…constantly stay by your side. Sure, he keeps an eye on you from afar, popping up here & there with his cart while making his “daily rounds” but sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough. He just wants to stay with you for longer than eternity would allow him–or at least, the RESETs would.


- Constant dates. But they’re definitely not dates. They’re 100% platonic hang-out sessions where you two just so happen to stumble across a romantic comedy or two. Usually where the two main leads are also best friends who end up as date-mates through a series of comedic hi-jinks!! Wow, maybe it’s a sign

- He’s always holding your hand (sometimes until you have to ask him to let go, he’ll honestly just keep holding it all day if you don’t tell him to). Brushing up against you while he gives you cooking lessons, even going so far as to snag sips from your drinks or bites from your food. Oh no!! An indirect kiss!! What a definitely unfortunate & in no way on-purpose happenstance!!!

- He practices confessing to you in the mirror for hours. It’s like a montage of him clipping through his favorite outfits–of course they’re all his favorites–& trying to express himself as best he can. But!! All of his speeches!! Are fantastic!!! How could he possibly limit himself to just one, oh you wouldn’t be able to take it, you’d crave more the moment he started to talk!!! Too bad, back to the drawing board, then.


- Love letters. She writes so many love letters to you & she doesn’t send not-a-one. Because!! How can a letter contain what she feels for you?! God that sounds sappy but it’s true!! She just really really…really really really really really really really likes you.

- When you two hang out, she’s always finding a way to get as close to you as possible. Pretending to noogie you, throwing you onto her back to carry you somewhere, grabbing your hand to show you something cool. She treasures those moments for as long as she can, & keeps feeling your warmth under her scales for the rest of the day afterwards.

- She’s always complimenting you. How pretty you are, how hot you are, how drop-dead gorgeous you are. She’s always hinting about how lucky someone would be to have her, & the things she’d do to be that lucky person. Just!! Hurry up & notice how she feels. Before she goes crazy.


- She also rehearses her confessions, but they always go smoother in her head. She tries several times to just do it outright, but before she can even get the words out she’s making an excuse to change the subject, or refusing to broach it at all. Just a little more practice, & she’ll get there eventually, she’s sure!! Next time, for sure!!

- Her version of “subtle” hints are used int he form of emojis/emoticons. Mostly through winky faces. Or cute cat-like faces. & hearts, but she uses those sparingly, & always gets super flustered & tries to back-track on her statement the moments following her actually sending a heart.


- He goes about it just as dramatically as you’d expect. While he’s around you he’s as cool as ever, but the moment he’s behind doors he’s moping around like you’ve just rejected him without ever saying a word. Every. Single. Time. You hang out together.

- He’s a bit like Undyne in that he’ll make excuses to get close to you, but the man has no sense of a personal bubble. When I say close to you, I mean up in your face, maybe an inch away from actually kissing you. He’ll always say he’s just teasing, then laugh (way too loudly, & for way too long) to try to drown out the vicious humming of his cooling fans.


- He tries so hard to be approachable. He’ll force himself into holding you close, constantly try to use (terrible) pick-up lines on you, & overall just make things incredibly awkward for the sake of being someone he thinks you’d be interested in. The fact that it never lands just makes him more discouraged.

- Those genuine moments you have growing close just make him crave your company even more. He’ll be up late into the night, trying to figure out just how to show you how much he appreciates your companionship, & how desperate he is to take that a step further.

- Sometimes when he’s feeling especially bold as you part ways he’ll kiss your hand, like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had the pleasure of holding, & wish you a good day. Then he’ll sulk in his room, feeling terrible for having done such a thing without even asking your permission first.

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Kent sighs and readjusts on the couch. For the millionth time. Kent’s basically upside down at this point, head dangling off the edge of the couch towards the floor, and feet braced on the arm of the couch. Jeff just holds his book closer to his face and tries to do his best impression of someone who is completely oblivious.

“Jeeeeeeeeefff,” Kent whines.

Jeff grunts noncommittally and determinedly flips the page.


Nope. He’s not going to do it.

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Milo Murphy’s Law has such a weird rhythm to it. It feels so different from Phineas and Ferb, or from most other cartoons, and I can’t quite articulate why. It’s sort of quietly absurdist… it doesn’t linger on most of the jokes, just kind of flows by in a smooth stream of weirdness.

I think part of it is that the episodes don’t follow a typical plot structure. Several episodes build to a crazy collection of disasters at the climax…but not all of them. Some episodes, especially “Secrets and Pies” and “Athledecamathalon”, are a loosely gathered collection of quirky little threads. Things like the golfing dentists, Zack’s boy band secret, the friendly teacher who might be a vampire, Mr. Murphy’s search for his trophy–amusing little bits that don’t contribute in any real way to the overall plot. It’ s not quite a constructed piece of fiction, more like people going about their off-kilter lives. It’s really fun, but a little disorienting after a lifetime of experiencing more tightly structured television episodes.

There was going to be a point to this…and I can’t quite find one. I’m just struggling to figure out how this show works the way it does.

I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.

Pairing: Draco x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I really wanna start writing about Draco, but am not really sure how to show his true character, so if you have any suggestions or requests feel free to message me! also, kind of based on this prompt list

“Are you and Draco alright?” Hermione asked as soon as you approached her, Ron and Harry.

“Uh, yeah?” you sat next to her and looked at the group with furrowed brows, not knowing what they were trying to say.

“You sure?” you nodded at Harry’s short question, “Since you’ve started dating he quit being such a git to us, but today he was on a whole new level.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to,” you laughed softly and shrugged your shoulders, looking at your friends.

“Yeah, sure,” Ron rolled his eyes, “look, there he is! You have your chance now,” he muttered with his head rested on his hand.

You turned around and saw Draco walk up to his friends and sat on one of the empty seats but by the annoyed look on his face, you could easily say that something has happened. Since you haven’t talked with him this morning and didn’t know what was going on, you decided to find out.

“ ‘K guys, I’ll see what’s going on,” you stood up but before you turned around you smiled at them, “and I will kick his ass later for you.”

You saw them all try to hide their smiles before you made your way towards Draco’s group of friends.

They all stopped talking when you reached them and they all had their eyes on you.

“Draco, can we talk?” You asked him and he muttered something to his friends before standing up and walking with you where you could talk in private.

“What’s up?” He asked casually and stood with his back pressed against the cold wall, arms crossed over his chest.

“I heard you were bullying my friends again,” you raised your eyebrow slightly and saw him roll his eyes, a deep sigh leaving his lips, “why are you so annoyed?”

“I wouldn’t call it bullying. I just told them to move out of my way,” he shrugged his shoulder, the annoyed grimace still on his face, “besides, I thought they were smarter than to come running to you to tell on me.”

“Draco! You promised me, right?” You reached out and grabbed one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, “I told them I’m gonna kick your ass for them,” the boy chuckled quietly, “what? I may be smaller than you but that still doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass!”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Y/N,” he quickly wrapped his arms around you and pushed you to his chest, hugging tightly.

If Stars turns out to be a third version Alola game, here’s some things I’d like to see:

-More styles of clothing for character customization. Compared to all the styles the XY protagonist had–dresses, coats, stockings, different styles of shirts and skirts, hats, and various accessories–it doesn’t feel like we got as much this time. I mean, it’s not like a tropical region like Alola has much use for coats besides on Mt. Lanakila, but it’s kinda hypocritical of our protagonist to ask Kukui if he’s cold while running about in a halter top and capris.

-Bring back Supertraining, even if it’s something you’d only get postgame. Grinding for BP for Power Items can be a pain, especially since the Battle Tree seems to be a step up from the Maison, and the Pelago takes a while.

-Plaza/PSS hybrid. While I like the Join Avenue aspects, it can be annoying trading with friends who live states away or in another country, It took me and my friend from the UK quite a bit to figure out why we weren’t showing up on each other’s Plaza.

-Our two story-mode cameos, Colress and Grimsley, should get more of a role, likely helping Nanu do some investigating of Skull/Aether. I’ve already brought this up in a prior post, but Nanu’s very vaguely implied not to trust the Aether Foundation/Team Skull, but is supposedly a lazy dude–he didn’t want to be a kahuna, Acerola pretty much gives us the impression Nanu told Kukui to piss off when he offered Nanu a spot in the Alolan E4, and he lets Team Skull run amok on the island, even to the point where they’ve taken over an entire town. But the Acerola brings it up that he’s the one protecting the wild Pokemon from TS, and instead of relying on Aether for help, just does it himself. Maybe he might’ve suspected a connection, since we do later find out he knows about the UBs and was in the International Police. Maybe he could’ve used his connections and had them send over Grimsley (a E4-level trainer would be of use in battles) and Colress (having been arrested sometime within the two year timespan for abusing a legendary Pokemon, but worked out a deal to escape prison if he helped investigate? Also, he is a scientist, so he could’ve been useful investigating the UBs)? I imagine Unova is not terribly far away from Alola, as both are part of Pokemerica.

-Plumeria and Gladion accompany you and Lillie to the UB’s world, and have the four of you come across a possessed, unhinged Guzma. (However, I think Plumie should be the one to battle him, or be the one trying to get him to come back to his senses.) Just for the additional creepiness factor. :D

-Necrozma gets more of an explanation, and possibly another form. (The fact its idle animation is beating itself in the head implies there may be something wrong with it. Like, it’s….broken or something.)

-We get more of an idea on just what happened to the pre-Gen6 dimension, because Anabel’s being in this new dimension and muttering defending the Battle Tower is incredibly vague, but still pretty disconcerting. Seriously, even if the dimension wasn’t outright destroyed like a lot of people had theorized, I have to wonder just what the hell happened there and what the full outcome was.

-Also, the possibly additional Looker from ORAS? Is he a Faller? I would presume ORAS happened recently enough since we also get Wally in the Battle Tree and he looks like he hasn’t aged a day. What’s become of possibly-Faller Looker? Did I miss something? (…Or will we find that out in a Sinnoh remake/next Gen?)

-Guzma and Gladion get a role in the postgame. (I mean, the entire mess with the Ultra Beasts was Gladion’s mother’s fault. It surprised me that he never got any major plot scenes past the raid on the Aether Foundation. Also, Guzma’s a Faller too, and was even possessed at one point.)

Losing Grip (on Sinking Ships)

Summary: When tensions flare up and everything seems to fall to pieces around Dan and Phil, a few choice words may be all Phil needs to cut the string entirely. But can a couple songs convince him to stay, even for just a moment?

Genre: Angst (with a happy ending)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: You’re going to need some tissues for this. Also, for maximum feels, I suggest listening to these versions of The Songs™ (you know the ones), if you’d like. (They may or may not have made me tear up while editing this.) I hope you enjoy!!

Title is taken from This Love by Taylor Swift.

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