heroes of the highest order

Feathers, Part 3 - An Elsewhere University Tale

Hello again!! As always, many, MANY thanks (or should I say much appreciation? ^_~ ) to @charminglyantiquated for the use of her 
@elsewhereuniversity setting. This place is so much fun to play in!!

(Also. you guys. you guys. I am Bad at Tumblr, so I haven’t like. responded to anyone. BUT! I have read every single tag and comment y’all have left on parts 1 & 2. Much hand-flapping was had. as was bragging. i have bragged Quite A Lot to various irl friends.)

And I’m now here with part 3 of Feathers for your viewing pleasure. ;D  (Part 1 is here, and part 2 is here.) 


‘Call me Thirteen.’

You take it all back. This stupid, stupid boy. He’s going to get you all killed. Heavy on your shoulder, Barnes laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs.

Part 3

You lead them back to your dorm, keeping on eye on Thirteen. The campus is deserted, and he’s exactly the sort of idiot to keep looking back on the cusp of an adventure.

When you get to Dorm 5, you usher the others in.

Not-Jenna stays outside.

You look at her in askance, and she shuffles, abashed.

Oh. Right. She tried to steal you, and instead she ended up following you. The balance of power has shifted between the two of you.

‘Be welcome in my hall,’ you tell her, and she executes a perfect curtsy, even in skinny jeans. Barnes chortles and preens at your hair before pushing off your shoulder.

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Hero of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea: Ri In-mo ✪

Ri In-mo one of the world’s longest-serving political prisoners, who was imprisoned and tortured for 34 years in South Korea in defence of his beliefs.

Born in 1917, Ri In-mo was a war correspondent of the North Korean People’s Army during the 1950-53 Korean War.

Captured and imprisoned under horrific conditions by the South Koreans at the end of the war, he was, many years later, offered his freedom in exchange for signing a form renouncing his political beliefs.

He repeatedly refused, and became one of the world’s longest serving political prisoners. Repatriated to North Korea 40 years after being captured, he was received as a national hero of the highest order. Ri In-mo’s life potently shows that faith and will are stronger than guns and violence and can never be shackled.

Ri In-mo passed away June 16, 2007.

i swear

Kylo Ren is so much more a Byronic hero than a “true villain” it’s not even subtle, I’m so mad I even made a real bet w/ my bf that Kylo will have some kind of romantic arc in the future

What is this Byronic hero you say

Byronic hero is an antihero of the highest order. He (or she) is typically rebellious, arrogant, anti-social or in exile, and darkly, enticingly romantic


But wait, just wiki it, it gets better 

a man proud, moody, cynical, with defiance on his brow, and misery in his heart, a scorner of his kind, implacable in revenge, yet capable of deep and strong affection.




Ofc this comes from Lord Byron’s character writing, the example given is this Conrad guy, the pirate hero of Byron’s The Corsair (1814) who is described as:

“He knew himself a villain—but he deem’d
The rest no better than the thing he seem’d;
And scorn’d the best as hypocrites who hid
Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did.
He knew himself detested, but he knew
The hearts that loath’d him, crouch’d and dreaded too.
Lone, wild, and strange, he stood alike exempt
From all affection and from all contempt: (I, XI)”



Been thinking about the fact that at the end of their shift, Bernie is in Albies buying whiskies rather than going home. There’s just so much going on there. She’s doing the right thing by Fletch: the toast, the words of wisdom. Who else but Bernie? Even though she was probably desperate to go home and check on Serena. But she probably thought that Serena wouldn’t want her home at the first opportunity, having asked to be alone. Basically, once again, Bernie is a Selfless Hero of the Highest Order and she deserves a knighthood.


Today was #Mishaloveday at DallasCon, and—yet again—he choose to give his fans an intimate glimpse into his life by speaking of his childhood and the bullying that he endured as a young child; as if this small offer of self-vulnerability were not enough to satiate his and the fandoms needed for catharsis, he continued, sharing his fear that his son, West—-being, similarly, a strange-humored, sensitive, disarmingly smart, free-spirit—would also fall prey to these lesser persons (my words, NOT Misha’s). The internet is blowing up about all Misha’s continuing awesomeness at this convention, but I would just like to take a moment to talk about why this particular familial share, his newest public vulnerability, is a giant Goddamned tragedy.

Misha Collins—-just as a recap for the handful of people on the internet who do not know him yet—-is an indesputable national treasure: Castiel on Supernatural and one half of the beautiful-yet-tragic Destiel duo; kale, tea, and elopus enthusiast; philanthropist and—-perhaps more importantly—-public motivator to do the same; father and long-time wife-lover; minion gatherer; King of Twitter; interviewer-charmer; director; published poet; GISHWHES creator and multiple Guiness-Book-World-Record holder; Tibetan throat singer; real (but also kind of fake?) Russian hippie; and, as of today, HAS A PART OF FREAKIN MARS NAMED AFTER HIS BRAINCHILD. Not bad for just the tip-top of the iceberg that is Misha freakin’ Collins…

But to hear him speak of himself—-always with an authentic sense of humility and disbelief at the sense of awe-bordering-on-infatuation that so many fans seem to lavish upon him—- he just still DOES NOT GET IT. On various occasions, Misha has opened up to full auditoriums of adoring fangirls (and boys) and has reminisced on being ‘the fat kid’, the one who got bullied for being weird, and for doing socially-questionable things like wearing nailpolish to Cub Scout meetings; he speaks occasionally of his parents’ divorce, of being a latchkey kid, and having no money growing up, to the point of occassionally being homeless; he admits his motivation for creating Random Acts came from a seminal moment growing up which was as simple a neighbor giving his mom money just so she could give her boys a chance; he speaks of self-harm scars and implies, if only briefly, other instances of down-and-out desperation that many, not all, of us has been lucky enough to never have to experience.

Maybe it is that sense of the past, those clinging remnants of former variations of self, that blind Misha to everything the rest of us see and celebrate in him: above all, his tenacity of spirit (and humor, oh, the lovely humor) in overcoming ALL those early odds stacked against him. We see and celebrate the amazing, brilliant, charming, witty, generous, inspiring person that he is today.

Misha’s continued vulnerability and willingness to share such a large part of himself with so many people makes him one of the most admirable men out there, in my estimation. He will never believe me or the thousands upon thousand other minions, fans, and regular people who have been inspired by his message to be whatever kind of weird you are and to just do good everyday.
Misha Collins is a hero of the highest order and I am so much better for having known him without ever even having met him.