he used to be so misguided

dashingdragon  asked:

This is really random, but I needed to share. I keep thinking about all of the Robins trying to perfect the BatGlare TM when they're younger and Bruce's surprised or proud reactions when they finally get it. Damian, however, seems to have been born with it.

CONFIRMED.

Dick would always make Bruce laugh when he tried to imitate it as when he was younger, and didn’t perfect his own version of the Batglare until he took on the cape and cowl himself. He may be known as “the Batman that smiled”, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t show his mean side to criminals. 

Jason “try and catch me you big boob” Todd learned to imitate the Batglare pretty early on and consistently used it as a means of annoying the hell out of Bruce whenever he didn’t get his way. He still does it to this day, and it still manages to piss Bruce off. 

Tim would try. He really would. Usually in front of his own mirror, in private. And Bruce caught him doing it once or twice and almost died because it was the most adorably awkward thing he’d ever seen Tim do, which is saying a lot because that boy is dorky as hell. 

Cass’ Batglare has to be the best out of all of the kids. And Bruce is so proud of her for it and enjoys watching petty mobsters and criminals cower beneath it after she has single-handedly beat them all up. What he doesn’t know is that she and Stephanie practiced it with each other all. the. time. Complete with a gruff and gravelly Batvoice™ that usually devolves into snorts and giggles.

But Damian… Damian Wayne practically came out of his artificial womb with the Batglare™. 

He used to claim it was because he was “the blood-son” back when he was still young, misguided and spouting that nonsense. But in all honesty, it probably has less to do with genes and more to do with the fact that Damian has been studying and trying to emulate his father, the Batman, ever since he was a wee tot. 

Now. Please try to imagine little four-year-old Damian al Ghul wearing a thawb and standing in front of a mirror. His dark, round face is screwed up as he narrows his eyes at his own reflection in a desperate attempt to mimic all the footage and photos of the Batman that Talia has shown him.

Try to imagine this without crying. I dare you. 

Understanding Elizabeth Midford

So. I don’t usually involve myself in petty fandom feuds but HOLY. SHIT. This is pissing me off. We’ve gone through 100+ chapters and people STILL don’t understand Lizzy’s character? They manage to rationalize Kuroshitsuji enough that they give Sebastian feelings even though he’s a hungry demon who made a pact with a 10 year old boy because he sensed his soul was broken, desperate, and malleable to more further corruption. They manage to do all this for a DEMON but can’t find it in their hearts to apply that analytical mindset to a darling 14 year old girl whose human emotions drive her every decision?

“She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

“She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

“She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

“Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who does that! RUDE.”

So in an attempt to bring some basic level of cognition into these…“arguments” I’m going to go through them one by one and you can disagree if you like. But please refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. 


1. “She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

Elizabeth Midford is, by far, the LEAST selfish person in the whole damn manga. This girl spent most of her childhood loathing the physical strength she possessed because the person she loved didn’t like it. She chose to shoulder her anguish by HERSELF because she didn’t want to burden Ciel (or her brother or her mother or her father) with her personal worries.

Lizzy is also incredibly aware that things can NEVER go back to the way they were. She expresses this concern to Sebastian when she admits that she wishes Ciel would talk to her more and that the only reason she overdoes her cuteness is because she wants to see Ciel smile. Why are comedians so outlandish and over-the-top? Because they want to see their audience laugh. Lizzy took that mindset and applied it to her goal of cheering Ciel up. Furthermore, the Easter egg chapter proved ONCE AND FOR ALL that Lizzy is perfectly aware of the change that’s occurred within Ciel—that he’s no longer the happy, smiling boy of years past.

Lizzy KNEW Ciel didn’t remember why the egg was nostalgic and if she was really selfish, she would’ve thrown a fit—had a full on temper tantrum then and there but instead, what does she do? She outwits the game master himself. Lizzy sets up an Easter egg hunt that she made up completely off the cuff, wears a happy smile throughout the entire event, and when Ciel hands her the egg what does Lizzy do? She laughs and wishes that the egg would bring CIEL lots of happiness. HOW IS SHE SELFISH? HOW. Selfish would be throwing a tantrum because Ciel didn’t remember the way things used to be. Selfish would be bringing up the past EVERY FRIGGIN SECOND. Selfish would be forcing Ciel to comply to the shared etiquette of their past.

Instead, Lizzy is SELFLESS. Instead of throwing a tantrum, Lizzy wishes Ciel happiness. Instead of bringing up the past, Lizzy tries to ignore it because she knows it makes Ciel uncomfortable—that’s why she’s never asked him about “that month” even though she desperately wants to know what’s happened to the boy she loves. And instead of forcing Ciel to behave the way he used to (sweet, sympathetic, loving), Lizzy is learning to accept him for who he is now—how many times has Ciel ignored her? How many times has Ciel left the country without telling her? How many times has Ciel purposely hidden things from Lizzy and then disregarded her concern with a wave of his hand? Lizzy is learning to accept this new Ciel—this closed off, distant Ciel because she KNOWS something terrible must have happened to him. Because instead of crying and whining like she did at the beginning of Black Butler when Ciel refused to take off his ring, Lizzy has learned to ACCEPT. And that, my dears, is called character development—something Ciel hasn’t undergone since the beginning of this manga.


2. “She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

There is NOTHING about Ciel that Lizzy is trying to change. If anything, it’s Sebastian who’s always prodding and provoking Ciel to become darker—more cruel, less empathetic, and more focused on getting his revenge. She threw a party for Ciel at the beginning of the manga because she thought that might make him smile—fun colors, fine music, seeing Bard and Finny crossdressing…heck, even Ciel took a page from Lizzy’s book when he dressed the F5! It probably took Lizzy HOURS to choose Ciel’s outfit, decorate the mansion, coordinate the whole event and it probably hurt like hell to see Ciel dismiss all her hard work so casually.

As a reader, it’s easy for us to say “HELLO. Doesn’t she know? He was abused and tortured by the cultists! He made a deal with the devil to escape that wretched place, how could this dumb broad think a simple party would cheer him up?!”

And the answer is…Lizzy has NO IDEA what happened to Ciel. (Hindsight is a gift, ain’t it?) She has no idea that he became so desperate to escape the cult that he sold his soul to a starving demon. Lizzy is does not know what Ciel went through and this boy is doing his damnedest to make sure Lizzy never knows. Because he wants to keep her pure, ignorant, and encased in light.

People always point to the party chapter as Lizzy trying to “change” Ciel but all she wanted was to put a smile on his face. She even admits that she overdoes it at times but everything she’s done comes from a good place. Everyone wants to see their loved ones happy and Ciel is the boy Lizzy loves best of all—of course she’s going to try everything under the sun to try and put a little smile on his face.

And Lizzy DOES understand Ciel, to the best of her ability. She’s never once asked Ciel (or Sebastian) about his time in the cult. She uses games to figure out Ciel’s secrets. (Ex: Easter egg hunt—this is where Lizzy knew Ciel was only pretending to remember their Easter tradition and where Lizzy’s suspicions were confirmed—something life changing and drastic DID happen to Ciel during “that month.”) She doesn’t force Ciel to take her to public events because, let’s face it—as the only daughter to a high ranking marquess that serves directly under the queen, Lizzy’s bound to be invited to dozens of soirees a week. And as a gentlewoman of the aristocracy, Lizzy’s going to need an escort. In Victorian times, it was typical that the fiancé escort his bride-to-be but here is Lizzy—sweet, traditional Lizzy—ignoring precedent because she KNOWS Ciel dislikes social events. (Keep in mind, this is information being pieced together by a 14 year old girl who’s been taught to be an “unknowing angel.”)

Elizabeth understands the change that’s come over Ciel, knows that he won’t be interested in the same things he was interested in before. But in spite of Ciel shutting her out, in spite of Sebastian’s constant presence, Lizzy is still working her hardest to try and bring some happiness to Ciel’s life because she loves him. She loves him so much that Bravat was able to take Lizzy’s desperation and devotion and use it against her.

Let’s not forget—the reason Lizzy continued seeing Bravat was because she thought he could help her make Ciel happy.


3. “She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

I think this is the most common excuse people use to not like Lizzy. They critique her high levels of energy (even though Finny and Soma are equally vivacious), her love for beautiful things (even though Ciel is probably the vainest little boy in the whole of London, England), and the fact that she “doesn’t understand” Ciel (counterargument already presented above).

You know, in a lot of ways I see Lizzy as a Scarlett O’Hara figure—strong, determined, unflinching in the face of danger. But also very, very misunderstood. Lizzy only behaves with an exorbitant amount of energy because she wants to make Ciel happy —to bring some sunlight into his gloomy, pessimistic world. The end results are not always successful but the intention behind Lizzy’s every action is pure—as pure as Soma’s decision to help Ciel simply because he saw him as a friend. Lizzy puts on a vaudeville for Ciel in a misguided attempt to help him heal and move on from whatever is tormenting him.


4. “Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who doesn’t that! RUDE.”

Black Butler is told from the perspectives of Ciel and Sebastian. We only get brief glimpses into Lizzy’s psyche so it’s impossible for us to codify her completely. What I do know is that some people out there will always hate on Lizzy—whether it’s because they dislike her voice (well that’s her VA’s fault, not Lizzy’s) or because Lizzy “gets in the way” of someone’s ship. I’m not here to reason with those who refuse to be reasoned with. This is me expressing my adoration for a flawed, misguided, but pure of heart character whose unconditional love for a changed, callous boy makes me admire her all the more.

Oddly enough, people seem to relate “understanding” a person to “knowing exactly what happened to them to make them this way.” And to me, this is really giving Lizzy an unfair shake. By this definition, Lizzy could never understand Ciel because she doesn’t know what happened to him in that one month that’s made him the way he is (reason: he flat out didn’t tell her and uses every opportunity to prevent her from finding out. Ciel is so concerned about protecting Elizabeth’s goodness/light/purity that on the Campania, when Sebastian was slaughtering all those Bizarre Dolls, Ciel shielded Lizzy from seeing the carnage because he wants her to remain innocent and unaware). To quote Albert Einstein, “Any fool can know. The point is to understand.

I think Lizzy understands Ciel—she can sense the pain, the resignation, the drive towards something greater that Ciel is working towards. This is best exemplified in an early chapter (after Ciel’s fallen asleep and Sebastian is serving her tea) where Lizzy expresses sorrow that Ciel won’t tell her anything. Sebastian comforts Lizzy by telling her that while “It’s a difficult question for me as a butler…[I can tell you] one thing…He [Ciel] was able to spend a nice, free day with everyone.” To which Lizzy retorts that she wishes she could believe that. Elizabeth may not know what happened to Ciel during that month, but she understands.

This then brings me to my next and final point—people wanting Lizzy to “accept” the situation by stepping aside and leaving the manga. Well, to quote Michael J. Fox: “Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and that there’s got to be a way through it.” — And this is exactly what Lizzy’s doing. She’s fighting for a way to help Ciel, to help him move on, to do anything that might benefit it. Lizzy’s accepted the situation but she’s certainly not resigned for it—Lizzy’s a fighter, and she’ll continue fighting for the boy she loves until the very end.


Further discussion is encouraged. But, please remember: refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. I am not disparaging other characters or ships—I merely ask that you don’t refer to those “did you know” blog posts that’s caused so much strife in the Black Butler fandom. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

The post about Sam's reaction to what Dean likes reminded me of that time Sam told Dean, he knows him better than anyone, since he was looking up to him since he was 4. Do you think Sam really knows Dean? He seems surprised each time Dean expresses something he likes. I wonder if it's John's fault for molding Dean into himself, Dean himself for covering who he is/trying to be like John, or Sam not really trying to know his brother. Or all three 0.o

I think Dean is less covering who he is and is instead making choices to share only certain parts of himself, in order to protect himself (and to protect Sam, something he hasn’t entirely been able to stop attempting to do). The need to present one face to Sam started way back in their childhood. Dean knowing about the monsters and what John was doing and Sam having no clue.

So Dean was taught to lie from an early age, taught to make sure Sam was kept in the dark. And yeah, Dean did tell Sam everything, but then of course they were hiding that from John.

(from 3.08) So it’s just lies built on lies. And who knows how long that lasted. Not to mention, how much lying he was taught to do when it came to police and babysitters and whoever else (9.07). 

Dean’s childhood was founded on lies and misdirection and balancing all the different facets of himself in order to keep going. A lot of Dean’s unwillingness (not inability) to share emotionally with others is because it’s a survival mechanism. That said, there have been times when he’s tried to share with Sam and it hasn’t gone well for him so he doesn’t always have great incentive to try again. A big example is the time Dean opened up to Sam about hell, and Sam took that emotional vulnerability for weakness and used it to justify to himself his continued use of the demon blood. 

(4.14, 4.21, 5.02) 

And for Dean, that only serves to reinforce his instinct to keep his feelings to himself. Not only to protect himself, but also as a misguided attempt to keep Sam from making wrong choices again. Dean’s got a lot of guilt about everything bad that ever happened to Sam because of the burden of responsibility put on him by John, so of course he’s going to keep his emotions to himself if he thinks its better for the team. 

There are things Sam knows about Dean. Oftentimes, it’s the superficial stuff (11.23): 

They’ve lived in each other’s pockets practically all their lives so of course he does know some of these things. He knows some of the important stuff too (3.07). 

But what I don’t think he knows about Dean is why Dean feels more comfortable keeping his feelings to himself. And that’s a huge barrier in their communication. Dean doesn’t want to share, Sam wants him to share, Dean refuses, Sam insists and round and round they go. 

I see a lot of people questioning Magnus’ coldness towards Alec and deeming it OOC, but I personally don’t feel that way. 

Put into perspective how much Magnus loves Alec. He fought for their relationship at a time when Alec had given up, he was constantly available to him as both a warlock and a boyfriend and offered him his full support. Magnus forgave Alec numerous times and if you think about it, the one time he didn’t was when Alec lied to him about the safety of his own people. 

Knowing all that, Magnus feels he needs to distance himself from Alec. Calling him shadowhunter, not giving in to his every request, even going as far as ignoring him, all of these are things that to me, show how much Magnus still loves Alec. 

Alec is his heart, but in his own misguided thoughts the way to defeat Valentine is by listening to his head.

It’s evident that Magnus can’t say no to Alec, so using figurative shields like sarcasm and sass is his way of keeping Alec at arm’s length.

Imagine how hard it is to walk away from the person you love? Now, imagine how much harder it would be to stay away from them?  

+ I’d like to add that these are my own observations and you’re all obviously free to disagree! I don’t condone Magnus’ behaviour, to me it almost feels like he’s placing Alec on the same level as the clave, which is completely unfair given that he is genuinely trying his best. To clarify, the point of my post was why I personally don’t see Magnus’ behaviour as something unusual/proof he no longer loves Alec, even if I don’t necessarily agree with it. 

Way back on the seventies, even before the first Star Wars movie came out, Laura Mulvey, feminist film theorist published her work “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema”. In it, she explained, according to Freudian theory, the two pleasures from cinema come from 1) identifying yourself in the story to forget about life for a while, and 2) enjoy looking at visually appealing images and people. Because the industry was entirely controlled by straight white men, though, they inherently filled the first niche with people like them and the second one with objectified and sexualized women, especially there solely for the enjoyment of the male gaze.

Left without lead characters to identify with, minorities —what an ugly and deceiving word when they amount for the majority of people in the world— had to desperately search for themselves in background characters. A big part of the fandom consists of women, people of color, queer or with disabilities, latching on to the few characters they could find representation in. They get attached to this characters, love them like part of their own family and friends, because they provide something that is so rare to them in mass media: a voice.

One can only imagine what it is like to be a straight white male. To go to the movies, enjoy the story fully, and then leave without the necessity to form any kind of emotional attachment to the characters. Why would they? They will find themselves perfectly represented all over again in the next movie they decide to watch, whichever it might be, and the next one, and the next one. Representation to them is not a luxury, it’s a given right.

Seeing this, it’s no wonder how confused and scared straight white males are, now that they can’t find themselves leading the charge of the new Star Wars franchise. Two movies in a row they’ve had to sit on that theater and face the minority’s reality, facing a situation that is so unlike anything their psyche is used to they react like wounded animals, with a primal fear of being erased from a narrative they are sure to own.

The best part is, for the first time, they are so desperate to find themselves that, like lost children in the dark, they have latched themselves to the one character that has given them a chance at representation: Kylo Ren. They have projected on him their airs of grandeur, blind expectative of an easy redemption and even the misguided self-assurance that, in the end, he will be the ‘true hero’ —instead of the women and people of color who are actually fighting evil in the story. Inadvertently, though, they have willingly chosen to self identify with the most annoying, manipulative, mediocre, unbelievably self-righteous and unbearably whinny fuck-boy this franchise has ever created.

Though, looking at their reactions and comments online, they might not be too far off on that one.

—  On Star Wars, Representation and Straight White Males

anonymous asked:

Why do you seem so fond of Aegon (Aegon VI or fAegon or Aegon Blackfyre or whatever you want to call him)? He'll probably have a good role in the story by making things harder for Dany, but I just couldn't connect on any emotional level (and I thought that was the point, to make us annoyed about his sudden addition). Since you write great metas, I thought you could give some new perspective on him.

Thank you for the sweet compliment. I haven’t really talked about Aegon before beyond some tag comments so I’m happy to talk about him, or as happy as I could because that kid makes my heart hurt.

I do not really agree that the point of Aegon’s story is to make us annoyed. His appearance was alluded to as far back as ACoK with “the mummer’s dragon” so it’s his addition was neither sudden nor surprising, though his identity was. You’re right in that Aegon is there to make things harder for Dany, he is another hurdle that she has to overcome in her way to the throne, only for him to become a catalyst instead for her realization of the cost of Fire and Blood, and that she is fighting the wrong war. And that makes me feel very sad for the kid. Because Aegon’s story is not about him, it’s about how he is used by the characters in-universe, and the narrative itself. He is there to fulfill a purpose for the other characters: he is a lab experiment for Varys who carefully tried to control the environment of his bringing so he could mold Aegon into a ready-make perfect prince. He is Jon Connington’s last chance of absolution for failing Rhaegar and a severely misguided and desperate hope to prove himself worthy of his Silver Prince’s love. He is Illyrio’s attempt to honor Sera and attain her family’s long-lost wish. He is Tyrion’s instrument to fuck things up in Westeros for Cersei. He is Dany’s blood-stained wake up call that embracing Fire and Blood could only lead to tragedy. He is a vessel for Arianna’s resistance to the idea of Quentyn being placed above her. Notice anything about all the above? None of it is about Aegon but rather about how he fits in other people’s narratives.

That kid has doomed written all over him in capital shiny red letters, and it’s through no fault of his own. He did not choose to be Varys’ puppet king or Jon Connigton’s redemption, or a token of the Blackfyre long-awaited triumph. He did not choose to be hidden away in anticipation for a role he was born to play: that of Aegon VI Targaryen, son of Crown Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia of Dorne, the perfect prince coming to right the wrongs of past monarchs and heal Westeros from all that ails her. But none of that actually belongs to Aegon. Rhaegar and Elia are not his parents. That big destiny of saving Westeros is not his destiny. His very name is not his own. Aegon thinks he is the main character in the fairy tale he was brought up to believe, the fair and brave king spreading peace and justice to an injured realm, but the truth is that he is playing a role in a story that isn’t even his, instead it derives inspiration from Jon’s and Dany’s, assembling parts from their own hero narrative because he is not the hero of this story, they are. So of course he is fighting the wrong war. What do we expect from a kid whose narrative was written by a man conducting a social experiment, another seeking to validate a dead lover, and a third chasing the ghost of a dead prince? What chance does Aegon have in such a story?

That’s why I care about Aegon. The narrative dooms him from the start by stealing the arc of the story’s main heroes necessitating a reclamation, and by linking his narrative importance to his functionality in other stories. The characters use them to serve their goals and further their own stories. That kid was left out in the cold with no one to care about him. Him, Aegon, not Aegon VI, not Rhaegar’s son, not Varys’ perfect prince. But I have him. I care.

Holy fuck, ok, let me collect my thoughts. First of all, an excellent trailer; so well put together. Second of all, PADAWAN BEN SOLO???? MID-CORRUPTION KYLO REN??? Is that what I saw there?! Snoke torturing Rey…poor Luke and his war flashbacks…the only thing I’m kind of concerned about is that part where it looks like Kylo is trying to decide whether or not to shoot the ship his mother is on. Idk I hope they don’t write Carrie’s death in as a murder by her son; yes he killed Han but like, that really doesn’t feel right to me?? I hope I’m mistaken and he doesn’t do it! But those last five seconds though….”I need someone…to show me my place in all this”. The fucking LOOK on Kylo’s face, like he was waiting all along for her to ask him this. Like he realizes she is his destiny in one way or another, even though he knew it all along. He WANTS to be with her, to fight by her and help her. My fucking heart you guys. I audibly gasped when that happened and he gave her his hand. He’s gonna be redeemed and Rey is the centre of that - I mean duh, what were all us Reylos saying since TFA came out? And wow, were we ever right. That brings me to my last point: all the antis that are now quickly jumping ship. Good fucking riddance. “I hope they’re just baiting reylos with that trailer” lmao oh hon. Rian said the trailer was, and I quote, “spoilery.” So, no, I don’t think there’s a whole lot of misguided “baiting” there. But nice last ditch effort at refuting what is going to happen anyway.

Ugh. I’m gonna go write the next chapter of my fic and go to bed happy. Rejoice, reylos! And now to continue the wait for December, somehow even more excited than I was before???

sliced-apples  asked:

What are the current fics you guys are reading? Hope you're all having a great day!!

hello, you too, sunshine -3- here’s what we’re reading or wanting to read atm c:

Admin J: i’m 500 years behind on reading fest fics halp [same - Admin O]

  • catching up on around 60 fics from nodtt and forkadionly
  • Up That Hill - running up that hill extras, boi i cant get enough of this and I’m patiently waiting for more
  • What the Nightingale Spies - spy au, + Orbiting Bodies - non au, and basically everything by at1stsoo
  • Running Home by kaisoochateau - mama au, jongin trains his whole life to become a dancer but soon discovers a superpower he can’t control and his life changes 180 degress
  • The Boy Next Door - neighbour au, the hot guy who moves in next to ksoo is a p*rnstar :oo
  • They Won’t Know - tennis au, both kd are tennis players and in a secret relationship (warning: homophobia)
  • You And I Were Fireworks - ksoo works at the pet section in a home store and jongin, an owner of any pets, is ksoo’s fav customer
  • The Road To Your Heart - set in india, soo is a blacksmith and one day he receives a home cooked meal from his admirer (shy shy jongin!)
  • Cheater 2 - ksoo is a cheater :/ (crossing fingers for the update!)
  • landfall - stripper au, soo gets a dancer on his bday but as a drunk man, he rejects the services. nevertheless, fate makes their paths cross again (this is sooooo good and they’ve just updated!)

Admin I:

  • A Misguided and Unnecessarily Long Galactic Odyssey to Earth - i have heard so many good things about this fic oh my god, and i really can’t wait to get started. first of all: frkn space!au hell yeah, second: KAISOO AND XIUCHEN? i am signed tf up
  • The Woes of the Heart and Susceptible to You - inarichi is a really amazing author! i have read some of her shorter fics, and i love them! i can’t wait to get into the lengthier, angstier fics because boooooooi i just know i am about to be slaughtered
  • Déjà Vécu - or as i so lovingly call it: ‘deja vacate this place lucy’ and ‘deja vacuum me’. yes, yes i know, i’m such a fake lucyoppa stan for having not read her masterpiece STILL but i will get to it soon i promise. ANGST NEEDS WEEKS OF MENTAL PREPARATION FROM ME.
  • Catfish and Running Home - i’m slowly making my way down all of queen kaisoochateau’s fics!! i love her writing so much my underrated bb :(
  • Smells like Teen Spirit - i am a sucker for slowburn and reckless teenagers!! i started this fic last week (n got busy rip) but i’m waiting to continue reading it hehe, and so far, it’s amazing! 
  • and literally soooo many fest fics rip (don’t get me wrong, i am LOVING all these fests, and the authors who write for so many? you guys are amazing shoutout to you!!)

Admin H:

  • Circuit Dreams - im not sure if the author is new or im just seeing their name for the first time but! oh! my! god! their writing is so beautiful, it’s about formula driver jongin (rich af tho) wooing idol!kyungsoo and basically having fun dates and being soft boyfriends, a must read!
  • You + Me + Happy Ending - im soft for domestic aus where small kids are involved and this is uni student ksoo currently struggling with taking care of his baby sehun and jongin happens to be there to help around :’)
  • The Woes of the Heart - I LOVE PAIN AND SUFFERING aka you’ll be ripped apart a hundred times with this onesided!kaisoo where ksoo is a wedding planner and HE is the one who has to plan jongin’s wedding
  • Brightest Star - the only kadi chaptered fic im following rn and this is my friend’s fic so i scream at her to update :’)) / kadi used to be close friends in hs where ksoo was an idol trainee when he gets into exo, they both naturally strayed apart until they meet again and reconcile (fall in love) + all of you are going to relate to luhan so hard
  • Helping Jongin Come - everytime this updates my life gets added an extra 20 yrs // they started off with kyungsoo teaching jongin sexual stuff :))) and in the end they stayed as very close friends with a sexual relationship but!1 theyre very sweet and gross with each other :D

Admin O:

  • A Misguided and Unnecessarily Long Galactic Odyssey to Earth - this fic is so long and so creative and so a.m.a.z.i.n.g. i actually like to let a few chapters build up and then binge read for hours on a weekend ugh.
  • Running Home - mama!au, kyungsoo is a cute little dork talking to plants, jongin is pining. ‘weird tree kid’, i live for weird ksoo. someone send help. admin down. i repeat admin d[o]wn.
  • The Internet is for Porn - awkward teenage nini accidentally finds out his favorite camboy is also his best friend who he’s secretly had a crush on 5ever. they’re such dorks and i am so in love. 
  • Wizards in Training - basically i am currently reading anything indigomini has going. she never fails me. 
  • Love in Control - what is this!!! it’s so well written and so much fun but also girl knows her stuff!!! this fic is so good and i literally check my aff app every single day waiting for that update notif. i can’t wait to see where it goes.
  • Good Graces - flowergirl is my life. By The Light of The Moon was my everything. i love her work and i would give her the world if i could. this fic is beyond A++. 
  • incoherent boundaries - okay so i have decided i am currently reading any and everything written by jongdaesang. they can have my first born. all of my kids. my soul. all of it. 

apparently people are still saying viktor is manipulative? okay, to those of you who know me, you’ll know that i have incredibly strong opinions about viktor nikiforov, and one such opinion is the opposite of this. well-meaning but clueless? yes. careless with other people’s feelings? absolutely. but manipulative? disagree. so, let’s do this. let’s talk about viktor.

the main argument for viktor being manipulative boils down to this: he uses ultimatums to get what he wants. arguable, because the first time we see him do something like this of his own volition (no, onsen on ice doesn’t count, that was yurio’s idea) is in the infamous carpark scene. this is cruel and painfully misguided, but i would not call it typically manipulative. not once does viktor try to trick yuuri into doing something viktor wants. the carpark scene is pretty straightforward in how it’s framed in the narrative: viktor doesn’t know how to be a coach. his main experience of coaching is from yakov. yakov is a big practitioner of tough love. viktor gives that method a try with yuuri. it does not work.

the other big “evidence” for manipulative viktor is episode 12. “aw, i really wanted to kiss a gold medal!” by this point, yuuri knows what to expect from viktor, but that doesn’t mean that viktor’s in the right to tease yuuri like this. still, it’s not like he’s out only for himself? every time viktor does something like this, he’s almost embarrassingly well-intentioned. usually he screws up, but it’s clear to me that he wants the best for yuuri—success, happiness, a long figure skating career, whatever—but yuuri’s wants and/or needs are often quite at odds with viktor’s.

this comes down to the biggest problem in their relationship: communication. neither viktor nor yuuri are people who talk about what’s on their mind in any cohesive terms. this is why the beach conversation in episode 4 is such a big deal. it’s one of the only moments in the show when they speak plainly to each other. every other time, viktor talks in pretty vagaries, and yuuri skirts around issues. it’s never addressed in canon, but imo one of yoi’s weaknesses is that it leaves a lot to the imagination, which is where we come in and fill the gaps with meta. and there is a lot of meta about how bad their communication is, so i won’t go into that here.

what i do want to get into is where the misconception that viktor is manipulative comes from. it’s been around since the first days of the fandom, back when we only had a few episodes and, for all intents and purposes, viktor’s actions did seem quite selfish. but this is the mastery of episode 10, and this is how yoi turns all this around: knowing that viktor has had yuuri at the forefront of his mind all this time, and that he essentially came to hasetsu on yuuri’s request (which is absolutely how viktor would see it), paints a very different picture. instead of the viktor who is manipulating yuuri with a sexy routine and threats to leave him, we now have viktor who is genuinely very attracted to yuuri, hasn’t really been so happy in anyone’s company since he was a kid, and is trying so damn hard to be the best coach possible. he’s just. not very good at it.

let’s come back to episode 12. viktor has ostensibly grown and learnt since the carpark scene, but now he’s back to his old tricks. i want to put this in the context of what’s just occurred, the very night before. “let’s end this.” viktor says yuuri is acting selfishly, and yuuri agrees. yuuri hasn’t consulted viktor about this decision, even though viktor is his coach and, y’know, boyfriend. (see also: bad communication skills.) it’s ultimately yuuri’s decision whether or not to retire, and it’s not something he’d ever need to ask permission for from viktor, but it’s also his onus to do it in a way so that he doesn’t hurt anyone he cares about. remember what viktor said? he thought yuuri needed him. they weren’t on the same page, and whatever yuuri’s decision was going to be, he definitely could’ve communicated it better.

because yuuri hasn’t communicated anything about why he wants to retire, it seems obvious to me that viktor would make the assumption that yuuri doesn’t really know himself why he wants to retire. that certainly comes across in the anime. his decision doesn’t come out of nowhere, but it’s never really explained as anything other than something that yuuri has decided, and that’s that. so perhaps viktor picks up on that, and he wants yuuri to know, it doesn’t need to be this way. if viktor had teased and prodded yuuri and yuuri still wanted to retire, he would’ve known that yuuri was certain. because that’s viktor’s way of communicating. he’s being selfish too, but in context, it makes perfect sense that he would.

he is in love, after all, and love makes fools of us all, or whatever.

that would’ve made a really good place to end this meta, but i want to say one other thing: i think it’s easy to get caught up in thinking of yuuri as pure and sweet and all that sort of thing that one can forget he’s a flawed character too. viktor did come off overbearing and, yes, maybe a little manipulative, before the episode 10 revelation, and yuuri is the protagonist, so it’s very easy to be biased towards him. i adore yuuri, but he’s impulsive, inconsiderate, and he is the one who screwed up with “let’s end this.” he set the tone for the rest of the interactions stemming from that decision. i’m not surprised that viktor would respond in kind.

Wrapped A round Your Little Finger

Prompt;  younger sister of the Mikaelson’s and klaus and Elijah are being overprotective for a non-romance reason

Fandom: The originals

Requested by: @embersparks13


    You stare at your father. He’s covered in blood, and his clothes are torn, and the tell tale signs of being channeled are there. You know it’s going to bring down Nik’s wrath, and you’re fairly certain that Elijah will give you the cold shoulder as well. That still doesn’t stop you from breaking the circle. He comes to faster than your mother.

    You watch his eyes flash open, but he doesn’t gasp for breath. Instead he sucks it in, before turning to stare at you. You issue your command, “Let’s get out of here before she wakes please.”

    He follows you into the sun, and through the crowds. You wait in a cafe while he goes to feed. When he’s done he comes to find you, his clothes are changed and he’s clean. He takes the seat across from you. “Since you’re here alone, I suppose that your brothers don’t know you’re here.”

    You cross your arms against your chest, “No, they don’t.”

    He nods once, “So why’d you do it? Why rescue your monster of a father?”

    You meet his eyes, “We’re all monsters. There’s no use in pretending otherwise.”

    “You, my dear daughter, have never been a monster.”

    “I’ve killed just as much as the others. To protect what’s left of our shattered family. The part you hunted for years.”

    He leans across the table and stresses his words, “Never you. Never your sister. Never your brothers.”

    “Niklaus does not count as my brother?”

    He scowls, “No, the bastard does not count.”

    “He shares my blood father. His birth was not his fault. It was hers. It is her indiscretion that led to this mess. Your fear over losing one of us.”

    Your father nods, “It was my fear that drove it. I’m the one who pressured her into making this curse.”

    You shrug, “Perhaps. Either way, I’ve come to ask you a favor. As your daughter.”

    “And what favor shall I grant, my youngest and most beloved child?”

    “Leave.” You see it for just a second, how crushing the request is. Then his face turns stone cold.

    “So, you too choose the bastard over your own father.”

    You shake your head, “No. I’m trying to end the war. The bloodshed. Nik has a chance to start over. A chance I’m willing to bet my life on.”

    “Bet your life? By talking to your father?”

    “By going with you.” You can see the surprise in his eyes.

    “What?”

    “You and me for a century or two. I’ll visit the others every decade or so. Nik gets his new chance, and maybe, through me, you get a chance at being our father again.”

He stares at you, “Just like that?”

You shrug, “I never held the fondness for mother that the rest did.”

He gives a small smile, “Yes. If I remember correctly, it was me you had wrapped around your finger. Not your mother.”

You give a small smile, “I’ll meet you in the diner on the outside of the city at ten tonight. We can go to Europe or Asia. It’d be nice to see them without constantly looking over my shoulder.”  

He smiles, “You have a deal.” He’s gone before you can blink, and when Finn slides into the seat across from you, you smile.

“Hello brother dear.”

“You took father.”

“Yes. But I left mother.”

He smirks, “Such a sacrifice.”

“Not at all. You could come with us if you’d like. After all the two of you have a lot in common. Dislike of mother, love of Freya, hatred of Nik.”

“My body is tied here.”

You stand and throw a twenty on the table, “So change bodies. It’s not as though you’re tied down. Plus, it’ll be fun being spoiled by my father and eldest brother.” He stares at you, and you lean down to kiss his cheek, “I love you Finn. Even if you are misguided at times.”

He says nothing, and you make your way to the compound. Nik is missing but Elijah is waiting for you. So is Kol. “What did you do?”

“I took care of one of our problems, possibly two. And while our family may have many more it gives you all more time.”

“At your own expense?”

You shrug, “Just a few centuries with father, and possibly Finn. Either way, it buys you all some time. I’ll come to visit, and I’ll make sure to write and call. All you have to do is deal with Nik.”

Elijah stares at you, “You don’t have to do this.”

You smile, “Yes I do. My niece should know her father, and she can’t do that if he’s paranoid about our father and brother coming after him. He’ll be angry, sure, but this is what needs to be done.”

Elijah pulls you in for a hug, “I don’t envy your task.”

You kiss his cheek, “I’ll have them wrapped around my finger by the time we get on the plane.”

Elijah nods, “I’ll help you pack.”

“Please, I’ll just buy new stuff once I get where I’m going. Much more vampire that way. Plus a little bit of a pain for Finn and father. Tell my niece that I love her. And I’ll see her soon. Make sure to send pictures.”

Without another word, you grab your car and start your drive. You find them waiting for you in the diner. They’re glaring at each other, but you smile. You say nothing, simply motion with your head, and together you start out on a new adventure.

Importance of the Black Rose Saga and the Nature of Ohtori Academy

So recently I finished watching Utena, and since I’ve been absorbing as many analyses and viewpoints as I can find. There seems to be a very troubling trend of people writing off the Black Rose Saga as filler or unimportant in the long run because it basically ret cons itself in the story. 

Now anyone who knows Utena or Ikuhara’s other works knows that generally everything is important in some way and that nothing is wasted. Needless to say that an arc that makes up a forth of the show is far from filler - it’s vitally important and meant to give us insight into what happens at the very end of the series. 

Analysis and spoilers for ALL of Revolutionary Girl Utena under the cut.

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Alright! It only took forever but I did it! I’m a little rusty since I’ve had no time to write at all but I gave it my best shot!  (Marianna belongs to @upperstories!)

Being cornered by your former boss from thirty years ago in a different dimension was not how Henry wanted to spend his Friday night. Well, his date he had planned was the least of his concerns right now.

Joey limped closer to him. His back was already against the wall and he didn’t trust the toon logic to work in his favor. Shouldn’t his gimp foot not be affecting him anymore?

It didn’t matter. Not now at least. He still wasn’t exactly sure how cartoon logic would play out at the moment since technically speaking he is the good guy, but so far nothing has been going in his favor. Well maybe not good but not exactly bad either. How was he to know that if he tried to make a break for it that a banana peel wouldn’t show up out of nowhere?

“Henry, Henry, Henry. What to do with you.” Joey said with a smile. He was absolutely drenched in ink. At least his body wasn’t actually ink like Sammy. That poor son of a bitch…but he can’t think of that now. He can worry about him later.

“Joey…Joey please…don’t do this.” Henry begged. What could he do to get through to him?

His eyes quickly scanned the room. If Joey were to try something he needed a plan. Wait, is that Bendy? His eyes were wide and…scared? Alice and Boris had a hand on both of his shoulders. Wait a minute, cartoon logic. Bendy is the star of this show. Maybe since Bendy perceives Henry as the villain that’s why he’s always the one getting the short end of the stick. If that were the case he just needs to get him to see the truth, but how?

Wait. The hero being trapped by the villian. All the toons and even that fucking machine right there in all its glory. Evil genius with a master plan. Getting Joey, the evil genius, to tell him his master plan shouldn’t be too difficult.

This better work.

“Before you…you do whatever it is you plan to do with me…I need to at least know…why?” What was he thinking? Of course this wouldn’t work! Joey may be toonified, but he’s still Joey! And unfortunately Joey isn’t an idiot.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Never mind.

Henry saw the toons slip out of the door frame from the corner of his eye. Good. The last thing they needed was for Joey to catch onto his little plan.

“No? You brought our characters to life. What more do you want?” Henry tried to calm himself down. He was in no position to be yelling at Joey.

“What, them?!” Joey began to laugh. “Of course I want more! They’re only alive because I needed to make sure that I could actually pull this off!” Joey gestured to his beloved machine. “Yeah, I mean I they’re cute and nice to keep around but they’re nothing compared to what I have in store!” Henry refused to move. This couldn’t be right. Joey loved them when he still worked with him! They were his whole world! The reason he woke up in the morning! What happened?

“This machine is more then you think! Not only can it our bring cartoons to our reality, but it can bring us here! To this world! Where I am the god here. I can literally bend reality to my liking!” No. No this wasn’t the man he once knew. How could someone change so drastically? “One day I will have our world collide with this one. I will-”

“We really mean nothing, huh?”

Bendy’s voice caused Joey to jump at least a foot in the air. He turned around to look to the small toon. He was still surprisingly in his normal state. Well, he was dripping a bit.

“Bendy I…I just..I thought.” Joey stuttered.

“You created us…you promised we would one day leave! That we would be a family.” Bendy said. Henry’s heart hammered in his chest. He was just waiting for Bendy to snap, but Bendy kept calm. A little too calm.

“But Bendy I though that maybe you liked it here! We could still be a family I just need more time to figure out how to make this world merge with reality! You just need to wait.” Joey rambled. Bendy began to walk out of the door frame and into the room. Joey took a step back with every step Bendy took in.

“This was the place everyone walked out on me. This place is nothing but bad memories…I can’t stay here any longer. You promised we would leave soon!” Bendy stopped walking and stared at the ink machine.

Joey knelt down in front of Bendy and began to wipe the excess ink out from Bendy’s eyes. “We still can. You, me, Alice, and Boris can all live somewhere far away from here! We can still be the family you’ve always wanted! I just need more time and we’ll be okay.”

Bendy leaned forward into joey for a hug. Henry saw his eyes. They were void of all emotion.

“we can even rebuild our studio somewhere else. You can still become famous again.” Joey said. Bendy and Henry didnt break eye contact. What was Bendy thinking?

“Yeah…” Bendy murmered.

Poor Joey, he didnt even see it coming.

Bendy pulled away from the hug gently enough but he grabbed the collar from Joey’s shirt and pushed him back as hard as he could. Joey’s head made a sickening crack once it connected to the ink machine.

Henry couldn’t look away. No matter how badly he wanted too he just couldn’t. He just barely registered Alice getting in between Bendy and Joey. Judging by the starts swirling around Joey’s head, he was still alive.

He pushed himself off the wall. How dare Joey do this to him? To everyone? Didn’t he mean anything to Joey? What about Sammy? Oh god, who else did he bring down here that ended up worse then Sammy?

Henry’s fists clenched. He didn’t know whether it was the fact he was in a cartoon world or not, but nothing felt real. He had to keep Joey alive though.

“Bendy, don’t kill him.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Bendy’s voice was the softest he’s ever heard it. “Not in front of them anyways.”

Henry let out a breath he did even realize he was holding. What now? Was Bendy still hellbent on getting revenge on him? Would Bendy be okay? What will happen to them all when he leaves? When would he be able to leave?

Could Henry even get home?

No…no he had to be able to get back to his family, right? He couldn’t just be stuck here, right….right?!

One look at the toons and he knew that now was maybe not the best time to ask. Boris and Alice were tying up Joey with some rope they must have grabbed from the pocket dimension they all have behind their back while Bendy just stared at the ink machine.

This had to be the first time Henry ever seen Bendy drip without him being pissed at him and honestly? It hurt seeing Bendy like this. Sure, Bendy has been getting his kicks by messing with the old man, but he was…mostly harmless. Okay maybe mostly harmless is a stretch since Bendy got quite a few blows to him, not to mention Sammy, but still. If Joey hadn’t kept everything a secret from everyone and hadn’t been feeding the toons lies then Bendy wouldn’t be acting like this!

“Henry…” Bendy’s voice snapped Henry out of his thoughts. Out of instinct he blocked his face from the demon.

Bendy gulped and pushed back the excess ink out from his eyes. “You…you gotta get out of here…you….” Bendy walked up to Henry and sat down next to his feet. Henry soon followed his lead and sat with him.

“What are we gonna do?” Henry asked.

“what do you mean? I’ve seen Joey work that machine more times than I can count. You’ll be able to get outta here in no time.” Bendy whispered. His dripping only got worse. “you can go and live your life and…forgot about us again.”

Henry couldn’t help but laugh. “F-forget? Bendy, not a day has gone by where I haven’t thought about you!”

Bendy could have melted into a puddle right then and there. He’s honestly surprised he didn’t. “Then…but why…you didn’t…”

“Come back?” Henry finished. “I wish I could have. Joey told me if I took one step out the front door that I would be sorry if I ever came back…and I planned on coming back, I really did but…the war really fucked me up. I couldn’t function…would have been homeless or worse if it weren’t for my wife.”

Bendy shuddered. “but..but you’re better now, right?”

“well…not exactly. But I’m working on it…being here hasn’t exactly helped though.” Henry said. “But we can talk about this later. You said you can work this contraption so we can maybe have a cup of coffee and all of us can have a much needed heart to heart conversation. I’ll have to figure out all of our sleeping arrangements though. I’ll try to get everything situated to you can all have your own rooms, but for now would you all be okay if two of you had to share a room for a bit until Marianna get everyone’s rooms set up?”

Alice’s head snapped at attention. “wait.. all of us? At your house?” Alice looked over her’s and Boris’ work and they both sat in front of them, leaving Joey in the far corner of the room.

“Well yeah? I won’t just leave you here with Joey. I can’t just abandon you all.”

Bendy couldn’t take it anymore. Tears formed in his eyes before he crashed into Henry’s side, sobbing. Henry tensed. He already felt awkward and anxious about inviting Bendy to live with him since he was just terrorizing him not even ten minutes ago, but this was too much to handle.

“I-I’m so sor-sorry!” Bendy wailed. Henry relaxed a little at the state Bendy was in. It was sobering to see him so upset. Of course he feels guilty! He’s still the same little dork he once animated! He was just misguided. Maybe misguided isn’t a strong enough word. He was manipulated by the asshole currently tied up…who could wake up any second now.

“Hey Boris? Do you know how to use the machine to bring us back?” Henry asked while picking up Bendy and himself off the floor. He was in no condition to be doing anything.

“Uh..yeah I think so! Alice, could you help me just in case I forget something?”

“Of course.” Alice smiled weakly at Henry before running over to the machine with Boris.

The two managed to get the machine on with only a few hiccups here and there which Henry was surprised with. Joey must have worked on it with them more then he thought. It took Henry forever to turn it on in reality!

“Alright, y'all ready?” Boris asked, looking quite proud of himself and Alice.

“You two should go first. I’ll meet you out there with Bendy.” Henry said. Bendy pushed his face into Henry’s chest and wailed. The poor guy…but Henry didn’t have time to worry just yet.

Alice and Boris hesitated, but went anyways. First Boris, then Alice were sucked up into the nozzle of the ink machine. Henry couldn’t help but feel a bit sick. Would it hurt him to go through it? Would Bendy be able to go through it with him or would something happen? He wasn’t really in the mood to be molded together with the demon…but he had to try.

“Hen-ry.” Oh of course. Right when they were about to be home free Joey just had to wake up!

Against his better judgement, Henry turned around to look at him. He had his hand gently placed on the back of Bendy’s head so he wouldn’t have to look at the monster that created this mess.

“What do you want?” Henry all but hissed. He could feel Bendy’s body melt even more. His breathing started to get faster. He couldn’t stay here much longer.

“Please…Henry..my best and dearest friend..you can’t just leave me here.” Joey began to cry. “Please…you can’t…don’t leave me here.”

Henry’s grip on Bendy grew a little tighter. “Thirty one years ago i wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving you, you know that, right? I cared about you so damn much.” Henry felt his eyes sting. “But after all this shit you put us through?”

Henry turned around.

“I hope you rot in hell.”

He stepped up to the machine with Bendy securely in his arms and was sucked up back into reality.

They didn’t think twice about unplugging the machine.

Well, Marianna’s always talking about how she misses having children in the house. Hopefully three traumatised cartoons to raise will be enough for her. He just hopes she isn’t too angry with him for missing their date.

Awww this is so so cute!!  And… wow, intense, too.  Thank you for sharing it!! :D

Gosh, it’s kinda making me regret having my version of Henry be single… 

Tell Me Your Story.

I was nearly an abortion. I was an unplanned accident, born out of wedlock, and the one before me was aborted.

I was born to immigrant parents, who naturalized and met in New York. They started with nothing, working as many as 100 hours per week, slowly and painfully saving money until they could open their own businesses. They believed this was a great country, and still do. My father served alongside the U.S. in the Vietnam War, and he is a proud veteran of this nation.

Many of us have these sorts of stories; they inform who we are, what we believe, and what we fight for, and so we are a myriad of uniquely shaped stories, each giving rise to a different voice in the world.

The really tragic thing is when we superimpose a particular idea on someone without attempting to hear their story first, and their voice is then stamped and smothered. We can too quickly assume a person is only their picket sign, their political party, their social media feed, or a cartoonish, dogmatic, one-dimensional archetype sensationalized by a grab-bag of Hollywood images. We predict what they might or might not believe without asking, without listening, without understanding.

A person’s voice is always built from their stories, their experiences, their very real pains, and it’s this blend of blisters that has brought them to stand on their particular hill. It is a hill, whether rightly or wrongly, that has been reached by a stream of forces that no two individuals can fully comprehend in each other.

So we can only try. Patiently, graciously: to hear their story on the hill.

I have several military friends in counter-terrorism who have seen the very worst sorts of evil. As intel is gathered, from one criminal atrocity after another, the evidence is undeniable: you can imagine my friends’ nightmares, the stomach-churning scenes they have witnessed over and over. My father has been tortured; he has seen entire villages burned to the ground. I imagine he has a very different view of justice and law than the leisurely suburbanite. I am certainly disturbed and disgusted by “terror-phobia” and I am not so cynical to think that evil lurks in every shadow. Yet I’m aware that such evils do happen. I cannot agree with the current methods used to fight them (methods which appear misguided and disproportionate), but with utter reluctance, I think I know where it’s coming from.

Every “issue” continually raises new angles, new questions. I have had extended family members who permanently moved in, who were running from ills in their former country, and while it is a noble thing to care for them, it’s also exhausting and draining. I have seen so many romanticize an issue without considering its implications in the long run, because issues involve people and people are not predictably packaged. It is right to be compassionate and kind and generous, and yet, it is just as right to be wise and protective and gracious to yourself. This is a dialogue that must happen with practical, intelligible exchange, and not hot-headed slogans that only scratch the shallow surface. All this requires smarter solutions than the fear-drenched overreactions of escalating, misinformed spectators.

Mostly everything is complex and complicated, with layers yet to discover, and multiple ways to help and to heal. It does not require that we believe the same things, but that I believe you, and you believe me, and we can join in the same place.

There is a way to help, not merely driven by one-liners, but by a marathon momentum at the ground level. I don’t know what that looks like all the time, but it does demand more than verbal outrage and tribalistic assent. It demands more than changing your profile picture or sending up prayers or another thought-piece (like this one). Real passion, after all, continues to strive long after the initial emotions have ceased.

The more stories I hear, the less I believe that people are simply axiomatic poles that must bend to one absolute or the other. I’ve quit trying to guess. We do not fit in simplistic boxes, and there may be multiple points of tension depending on the twists and turns of our journeys. Our positions were informed by a tangible reality. We have each seen a piece of something that brought us to a belief, to which we have the right to stand for. And whether I agree or disagree, I remain a student of stories, to hear the grief and anger and agony.

I want to be slow enough to listen, and loud enough to tell my story, too. We each have a right to them, and to hear and to be heard. And sometimes, there is only silence, only presence, without a solution right now, because not everything can be fixed, and I can only be with.

— J.S.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on the newest illustration by Ishida. Yet another illustration of Touka looking out the window

A new picture by Ishida has been released does it mean that the Touken talk will go bad? 

hey!! what do you think about the new touka art ishida did and the lyrics ??? have a good day~~ ❤️

Hello many anons! To anon number 3, thank you very much, have a good day too!

Where are you? I'll be by the window.
What are you doing? I have not done anything

The same story / Humbert Humbert

(Translation provided by Google Translate, but the lyrics still make sense, so.)

Worry not anon number 2, I don’t think this is a vision of the future. It’s more likely to be an expression of Touka’s feelings both when she was waiting for him when he was Haise, and also when Kaneki placed her behind the front lines for the latest operation. Although her hair is :re hair, it’s fair to say that the picture and the lyrics are an accurate reflection of her feelings ever since Kaneki left Anteiku. 

The art and lyrics express Touka’s feelings of powerlessness. When Kaneki left Anteiku, Kaneki turned down her offer of help (which would have been futile anyway since her kakuhou was so badly damaged) and then avoided her out of a misguided attempt to protect her. When Kaneki ‘died’ during the Anteiku raid, Touka blamed herself for not going to help like she had originally intended. When Kaneki returned as Haise, she had the power to help him regain his memories - only it was not so simple, because both she and Kaneki believed he would be better off without them. So even when Touka did have power, she decided not to use it. Now that they have been reunited at last, Touka hoped for a chance to really, truly help him, but Kaneki placed her in a safe position while he went into the midst of battle.

A lot of the time Touka is in the dark about where Kaneki is and what he is doing - “Where are you?” “What are you doing?” - and she feels as though she can only try to catch glimpses of Kaneki from afar without being a part of his life - “I’ll be by the window”. She is frustrated with the passivity she always finds herself in - “I have not done anything”.

Basically Ishida is prepping our feels for the Touken talk (which might even be next chapter????) This is a subject that will definitely be addressed.

Adieu

Philip Hamilton x Reader

Word Count: 4833

Request: “110 with Philip x reader and maybe reader being Burr or Jefferson’s daughter I don’t know you decide” - @supergalaxykittens This was initially supposed to be a drabble from a prompt list (I don’t think I used the prompt whoops) but it ended up being 4k words so… Oh! Also, this is written with Jordan as Philip because of the lovely @deltablue202, I do hope you enjoy, dear.

Summary: Your father and his were sworn political enemies. But even though, at every turn the world was pushing you apart, you and Philip always found each other.

Warnings: Some angst, overprotective and misguided parents, Thomas Jefferson. Also, I took some liberties, Randolph was actually ten years younger than Jefferson, but hey, he could’ve looked older in person.

Tagging: @bad-hatter

A/N- I had this finished for a while but there were some complications… Anyway! Now it’s here. I hope you like :)

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever written a sasusaku story where Sasuke feels angry that people are judging his and Sakura's relationship even after years of marriage and Sarada? Maybe a non-massacre AU version.

his daughter is eight by the time his family starts talking to him again. he doesn’t really care to remember his life before he and sakura got married and before sarada came along. he has plenty of fond memories with his family, of course, but they all leave a bitter taste in his mouth when he remembers how callously they reacted to his marriage to someone that hadn’t quite been clan approved.

sasuke loves sakura, despite how awkward he is about admitting it, and he loves their little girl too. it was hard to walk away from his parents and his brother and all of their kin, but sakura was his family too and her love, unlike theirs, came unconditionally.

it’s been around ten years since they’ve actually had a conversation, so sasuke doesn’t really know what to say. and judging by the way his parents can’t even look at him, they don’t know what to say either.

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anonymous asked:

Yo I was wondering if you have some David headcanons? Your headcanons are the best and I love them and I would love this, but you don't have to or anything. Anyway, I hope you have a great day!

sorry for answering this late!! and omg??? thank you, i’m glad you like my hcs! and i hope you have a nice day as well. anyways, here’s some bonafide Davey Camp Camp Headcanons:

-he came from a super religious family and that kinda fucked up his perception of the world until he came up with his own ideology which had the main basis of “kindness is the best policy”

-i hc that he didn’t have the best home life??? like this isn’t even me projecting, i literally headcanon him as having Not Nice parents, which eventually led into why he’s so caring

-like seriously i enjoy the headcanon that he had a shitty upbringing because i like the idea that he’s seen the absolute WORST in the world and chooses to see the good in it still, even if it’s hard to see

-(i also feel as though this is somewhat a coping mechanism….like he forces the positive attitude out so much he’s able to repress all the bad memories. which isn’t exactly healthy, but it works.)

-“waving through a window” from dear evan hansen describes his teenage years perfectly, especially the lines of “if you’re falling in a forest / and nobody’s around / do you ever really crash / or even make a sound? / did i even make a sound? / will i ever make a sound?”

-he used to smoke when he was Young and Misguided, but stopped when he reached his twenties. he’ll still smoke occasionally (think once a month) but only when he’s alone and if it’d been a really stressful day.

-he’s bisexual. like, look me in the eyes and tell me that man is straight. he’s not. he wears a neckerchief for hell’s sake. (and this is coming from a bi dude btw)

-he has a lot of random scars from all of his hiking adventures, especially on his legs from when he’s tripped

-he writes really bad poetry about nature and whoever his current crush is (bonquisha received many of these)

-he has a degree in environmental science and dendrology (study of trees), and he either wants to become an enviro educator or a tour-guide park ranger (but still work during the summers at camp campbell)

-if he had a fursona it would probably be cool cat from cool cat saves the kids

-he’ll like. pick up dead bugs/shells of sea creatures all the time to look at them and doesn’t understand when people get grossed out by it

-he doesn’t understand social media too well but somehow has like 5000 followers on twitter because everyone thinks he’s just a positivity/nature aesthetic account

-he can speak several languages, but they’re all european ones

-his favorite movies are animated kids ones

gentlesleaze  asked:

for the rosvolio drabble: bed

Still half asleep, Benvolio reached out his arm into the space beside him, expecting to find the deliciously warm body of his wife, and finding only a shallow, Rosaline-shaped depression in the bed.

He groaned as he rolled onto his back, squeezing his eyes tight against the insistent brightness of the morning sun. Only after a moment of adjustment did he allow himself a squinted peek into the daylight and what he saw standing near the side of the bed was nearly enough to send him back under the covers.

She was awake and fully dressed, clad in a t-shirt, shorts, and leather sandals, her curls pulled back into a sensible ponytail. A pair of sunglasses sat atop her head, one hand clasped around the handle of her daypack, the bag made heavy, he guessed, by the weight of several guidebooks. From the exasperated look on her face, he assumed he had done something to cause it, and as Benvolio had learned with his wife, the best course of action was always to just let her speak first and say whatever was on her mind.

“Are you planning on staying in bed all day?” she asked, one eyebrow arched into a question mark.

He grinned and held his forearm over his eyes to shield them from the sunlight.

“Fair Rosaline, my dearest, my beloved, light of my life, fire of my heart: today is the first day of our honeymoon. I had factored in a few trips to the bathroom and a quick break to answer the door for room service, but, yes, I really was planning on us staying in bed all day.”

“Benvolio, I did not take a nine-hour flight and a four-hour train ride so that we could lay around in bed,” she said, her free hand settling on her hip. “We are in Italy, one of the most beautiful places in the world, and I’m not going to miss it because of your misguided notions about what people do on their honeymoons!”

“Wait a second…” he teased, as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Does this count as our first married fight? If so, I think it’s going pretty well, don’t you?”

She tilted her head, breathtakingly beautiful even when visibly irritated.

“No, darling, our first married fight was on the way to the airport, when you told the Uber driver to ignore Google Maps because you knew a ‘quote-unquote’ shortcut and we ended up nearly missing the flight.”

Benvolio sighed a little even as he nodded in agreement, and with a quick heave raised himself up and swiveled his legs so he could sit on the edge of the bed. He held out his hand for his wife to take, a clear admission of surrender.

“So what’s on the agenda for today, then?” he asked, as she slipped her hand into his.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could answer he pulled her towards him, his other arm quickly snaking around her waist so that he could drag her down onto his lap. She squealed – in apparent pleasure and surprise – and Benvolio found himself face-to-face with a particularly delectable expanse of bare skin, just above her collarbone, an opportunity he felt no need to squander.

“According to the Michelin guide, Verona has a particularly stunning… cath…e…dral…” she stuttered, as his tongue danced circles along her dark skin. “Built in the late 16th century by some noble family… Jesus…”

He smiled in partial triumph even as he kept his lips pressed against her, migrating slowly up the curve of her shoulder until he reached a sensitive spot on her neck. One of his hands slid higher and higher along the smooth length of her thigh, stopping only when his fingertips found the hem of her shorts.

“The bed’s looking pretty good right now, isn’t it?” Benvolio murmured.

“I swear to god, Montague,” she said, stifling a breathy moan, and then her hands quickly clasped around his face, pulling his mouth to hers. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue brushing against the seam of his lips as her hand gripped tightly around his upper arm. “Okay… one hour,” she managed to get out. “One hour and then we go.”

“Marriage is all about compromise, Capulet,” he said as he turned and rolled her over and onto her back, the duvet billowing all around them like a heavenly cloud.

[send me a word, I’ll write you a Rosvolio drabble]

anonymous asked:

Drunk drabble: chanyeol, "That's all I wanted." Have fun

Chuffed

Pairings: Chanyeol x You

BAD DRUNK DRABBLE REQUESTS

The room was so quiet you could hear the ticking of the living room clock on the wall. No one had said a word in the last two hours and you were beginning to forget what human speech even sounded like. The longer you listened to that maddening ticking, the more in tuned your hearing became to it. So much so that you also heard a second lighter tick, a millisecond delayed behind the first tick that was coming from the clock on the kitchen wall. The two weren’t in sync with each other. Their ticks would never match up.

TICK-tick
TICK-tick
TICK-tick

The batteries that started those hands moving had been inserted at different times. These two clocks were doomed to be out of sync for the rest of their lives, maybe they should just give up and separate. Maybe one of them should move out and take their stupid keyboard and guitar with them.

Your foot was falling asleep and you outstretched your leg, momentarily forgetting who you were sharing this sofa of anger with.

You felt the heat of his warm thigh against your toes and as soon as your foot made contact his hand reached down to grab ahold of your foot and roughly shove the whole thing off the sofa.

“This is my side,” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes and scowled to yourself. His hands were moving, “from here,” tracing along the line of the cushion he occupied with his big long legs that he had somehow managed to fold up into themselves and fit onto that small square cushion, “to here, is mine.”

“I wasn’t trying to take your stupid cushion, Chanyeol,” you spat out in annoyance and he rolled his eyes sending a flash of rage through your already irrational body.

“My foot fell asleep! It hurts, I was just stretching.” You said mostly to yourself but definitely loud enough for him to hear.

He swallowed, looking down at the paperback in his lap, refusing to look up to at you as you spoke to him as he pretended to read through something on the page even though you knew for a fucking fact that he had been on that same page for the last 30 minutes. You knew because you had watched the ticking hands of those stupid clocks for the last half hour and you didn’t once hear that swish of his page turning amidst the TICK-ticks that had been driving you crazy.

If he hadn’t taken your phone and the only dictionary in the house when the bickering started, you wouldn’t have had to take the cord to his electric keyboard and his laptop power cord and the remote control to the tv and the strings from his guitar and throw them all outside through the bathroom window. They got caught in a tree halfway down to the ground and you could still see them dangling there through the living room window like some sort of absurd decoration on the least festive christmas tree in the world.

Why did you take them? Because he deserved it. The stupid tall man used his height against you for the millionth time and tossed your phone, the dictionary and even his own cell phone up high on the kitchen cabinets that went ten feet up into the ceiling. He then took the only step ladder you owned which you sometimes used to get into the cabinets above the fridge where you hid your fancy chocolates that he wasn’t allowed to touch because he didn’t understand things like hormones and period pains. Well he took that stool, and every single chair from the kitchen and locked them in the bedroom.

The key to the bedroom?

Tossed up with the cell phones.

Because of a word.

A single word started all of this.

A word so benign and simple and commonplace that no one in the history of stupid fights between couples would have seen this coming.

Chuffed

He swore you had used the word wrong.

You were positive that he was using the word wrong and wrong in such a polar opposite way as the way you used the word, the man could NOT be more wrong and yet he argued with such certainty, such misguided assuredness, confidence, and conviction as if he himself had been named Webster in a past life and had single handedly written the English dictionary himself. He even went so far as to ADMIT that you had used the word right, only you had failed to consider the word’s other meaning, which somehow meant the exact opposite of the very meaning of the word. His entire argument felt like something out of The Twilight Zone and you felt like maybe, just maybe your entire head might explode all over his face if he told you one more time to just admit that you were wrong.

When you were about to look up the word to prove his poor misguided ass wrong he snatched your phone straight from your hands and jumped up high enough to toss the phone up onto the cabinet. You frisked him for his phone which soon joined yours up on the cabinet and when you dove for the book shelf, looking for the dictionary you knew you kept there for scrabble fights he muscled that away from you too.

He couldn’t reach it all even if he wanted to. Not without the chairs or the ladder, which he quickly made work of when you went for his guitar. Or his baby as you often heard him whispering the pet name to the stupid thing as he stroked the fret board and fingered along the strings with goddamn hearts in his eyes and what you swore was some sort of reaction in his pants.

Taking the strings was a dirty trick. You had to lock yourself in the bathroom to do it and he pounded on the door threatening all sorts of terrible things to your precious beloved belongings that you didn’t even hear. You were too consumed with rage as you unwound and pulled and tossed.

Your stomach growled and you wondered if eating lunch was allowed during such a dramatic fight about something as stupid as this.

You had almost decided to get up from the 2/3rds of the sofa that you had paid for when you purchased the thing with him and he just happened to only have enough cash on hand to purchase 1/3rd of the thing from that second hand furniture store when you heard a familiar ringing sounding out from somewhere near the ceiling in the kitchen.

His head lifted at the sound, big round eyes looking up toward the sound coming from the kitchen and he quickly lifted his big body off the sofa and bolted into the kitchen. You moved directly behind him.

He knew, you knew, you both knew the important phone call you had been expecting all weekend that might or might not be coming, yet as your phone chimed on you could practically hear your wishes and dreams crumbling into dust as he reached his arms up high, jumping futilely to try and reach the ringing phone.

It had to be them. It had to be the hiring manager from the job interview you had on Friday. Your dream job. The job that could possibly be the one to change your life forever and they were calling and the damn man who towered above all of your friends was somehow too short for something.

The phone was on it’s third ring. There were maybe two more before voicemail would pick up.

“They’ll leave a message. For sure they will, don’t worry. They will.” Chanyeol said mid jump as his eyes searched the kitchen and the something, anything to stand on.

“Help me get on the counter,” you knew it was the only way. The very idea send nervous butterflies floating through your belly but you had to do it. You were light enough to stand on the counters without anything crazy happening and he was wrapping arms around your waist and picking you up, setting you down onto the countertop in a position that sparked a flash of a memory in your mind.

Warm bodies against each other. Your legs parted, hips nestled between and his height perfect, just perfect for this.

Another ring and you were moving, his hands dug into your thighs as you took careful steps around the blender and the coffee maker, making your way toward the fridge.

The fridge was higher. Up near that ceiling and definitely close enough to the cabinet top to be able to reach your phone if only you could climb on top of it.

“Be careful,” he fussed and you looked down at the hard tile floor that seemed miles away. A fall from this height would kill you. You would definitely be dead for sure. He would be calling your mother to tell her of the horrible news and planning an elaborate funeral in which he would cry and admit that he definitely was wrong about the definition of that word. Sobbing over your dead body in the open casket. The head injury that had killed you could probably be hidden with makeup on your corpse. You would still be just as beautiful in death as you were in life.

The top of the fridge was warm and you could feel the heavy appliance wobbling below your knees as you crawled and Chanyeol’s extended fingertips reached your waist. As if he could stop the entire thing from tumbling this way. He would be crushed as well. Maybe you could get a two for one funeral discount when you both died.

The ringing stopped as soon as your fingertips reached it and the silence in the room felt different this time. This silence felt more like mind numbing disappointment than blind rage. Your phone was blank as it laid there face up and you let your fingertips release it. It was too late now. You had missed the call and you counted one, two, three seconds…

TICK-tick
TICK-tick
TICK-tick

There was no usual follow up notification from a voicemail left. There was nothing but that ticking with an out of sync echo and you closed your eyes as bitterness washed over you.

You saw the book, thrown up with disregard onto this cabinetry and laying open somewhere in the F section, you picked up the dictionary and quickly flipped to the C section.

Ca
Ce

Ch

Chuffed:
adjective, 1. delighted; pleased; satisfied.

adjective, 2. annoyed; displeased; disgruntled.

You read the results and felt a very definite heat spreading below the skin of your face.

You wanted to spit. You honestly did. How was this even a thing? What kind of stupid language–

You grabbed your phone and the key to the bedroom, left the stupid book behind along with his cell phone and backed up off the fridge. Backed carefully with his warm hands still steadying you as much as he could as you moved carefully and from the countertop you let him help you down onto the floor as he watched your face with as somewhat guilty looking expression on his face.

“What happened?” He said quietly as he chewed on his bottom lip and you avoiding his eyes as you looked down at your phone.

“It was my mom calling,” you said finally, seeing her contact pop up in the list of missed calls. You knew she didn’t leave a voicemail because she would expect you to just call her back later when you were available.

He exhaled a long breath of relief and ran his hand over his chest.

“And you were right. It means both things.” You said flippantly, as if the whole thing didn’t matter to you at all, never mattered, was no big deal and these sorts of things happened to you all the time.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened and he straightened out his posture as the corners of his lips pulled.

You knew this look.

He was about to be insufferable. You could feel it coming.
You had to stop it of course and the glare of your eyes and subtle eyebrow lift you shot him worked enough to flatten out the wide dramatic smile you knew was bubbling up just below the surface of his face.

“That’s all I wanted.” He whispered with an extended palm at your chest level. You looked down at his open hand for a moment as if you were genuinely confused about what he was asking of you. After a while you lifted your empty hand and slapped his in a friendly sportsmanlike, no hard feelings manner and he laughed once before shaking his head with that charming smile still in place.

“My phone,” he said, the smile on his face changing a tiny bit as it tensed when you didn’t comply. “Oh come on,” he complained when a buzz vibrated the wooden cabinets beside the fridge, coming from at least ten feet up against the ceiling.

Astro Rocky - Hogwarts AU /*

Park Minhyuk x Reader 

Format: Timeline

Word count: 3,5k+

As requested by @lovethyfandoms2 🌟

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

First Year – September

The murmur of the train’s engine is calming. The Hogwarts Express is leaving in a few minutes, and you’re alone in a compartiment, in the front of the vehicle. The loud kids tend to gather in the back, following some unspoken convention, and you’d rather to avoid them. Plunged in your novel, with your headphones in, you don’t notice when someone opens the door.

“Hey! Mind if I join you?” a voice questions.

Your eyes turn to the intruder. “I’m sorry?”

“I was wondering if I could join you,” the boy says with a smile. “The other compartiments are all full.”

“Oh…” You take off your headphones and pause your music. “Sure, I guess.”

Already beaming, he somehow manages to brighten up. “I’m San Ha! Yoon San Ha! What’s your name?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N! Are you a first year too?”

“Yup.”

He sits down in front of you. “We might get sorted into the same house! I hope I get Hufflepuff! My father told me their common room is near the kitchen. How cool is that?” He doesn’t give you the time to answer. “Oh! And the head of the house if Professor Longbottom! As in Neville Longbottom! He’s like, so, so cool. I’m so excited. Can you tell I’m excited? ‘Cause I am!”

You chuckle, appreciating his genuine happiness. “I’m excited too.” You hesitate. “My two parents aren’t wizards, you see. This is very new and strange… But I like it.”

He gasps. “I’ve never had a muggleborn friend. Can we be friends?”

You stare at him, smiling in disbelief. “Okay! Let’s do that.”

A knock at the door interrupts your new friend, who was about to speak. There’s a boy at the door. He seems a bit older.

“Rocky!” San Ha almost shouts. “What’s up, dude?” He points to you. “This is Y/N. She’s my friend.”

The newcomer doesn’t seem destabilized by San Ha’s intensity.

“I’m all good!” He turns to you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Park Minhyuk. Second-year, from Gryffindor. Everyone calls me Rocky, though,” he adds with a grin.

You return his smile. “Hey!”

The older boy sits down next to San Ha. As the Hogwarts Express moves steadily north, you end up having a long chat with the two others. You tell about the internet, and video games, and science. They’re actually interested, and you’re glad to teach them new things. In return, they answer all your questions about the wizarding world. The ambiance is merry, and you can’t keep your smile off your face. Once or twice, the two boys even manage make you laugh to tears.

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Under the resounding cheers of your new housemates, you get sorted into Ravenclaw. The Hat puts San Ha into Hufflepuff… As the year flies by, you learn many new things and begin to feel like you’re part of this world – this mysterious, interesting and beautiful world. You become friends with your Ravenclaw roommates, but you prefer to hang with San Ha and Minhyuk, when possible. San Ha never fails to make you see the good side of things, and Minhyuk makes you laugh, even though you two often argue about insignificant things, under San Ha’s annoyed stare.

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