how does such a face exist

So at first I was a little ??? about Hela being Thor’s sister in Ragnarok (squeezing her into the role Angela so recently acquired as their long-lost-big-sister in comics), but the more I think about it, the more I like what it does for Thor and Loki’s arc. 

Thor now has two siblings who became his antagonists because of his father keeping secrets – hiding Loki’s heritage, and then hiding Hela’s existence. Which re-enforces how damaging that habit of lying and secrecy is to Asgard’s growth, as represented by Thor. Having those secrets come out and be faced is necessary for Thor’s development and maturity – confronting the sins of his father.

And for Loki – when Loki tries and fails to be a hero, he becomes a villain. He always measures himself against Thor, and then casts himself as Thor’s opposite. But with Hela showing up, suddenly the role of bad guy has been usurped by another sibling; he’s no longer the baddest Asgardian, or even the baddest of Odin’s kids. His sins are now in a whole new context, where his misdeeds are frankly small potatoes. He’s not only been outstripped as a hero by his sibling – he’s been outstripped as a villain. And that forces him to find some other measure of identity; not wholly good, not wholly evil, but something in between – something new

Also, it re-enforces their brotherhood in an interesting way. Hela is Asgardian. Hela is Thor’s blood sibling (or at least half-sibling). And Hela is still awful. In that light, Loki can no longer ascribe his wickedness to his heritage – he isn’t evil because of some innate genetic factor, or because he isn’t Asgardian, since Hela is clearly capable of that evil despite being raised on Asgard and having Odin’s genes. And while Hela and Thor share blood, they have no kinship to speak of. Thor and Loki do, despite the lack of blood relation. They snipe and bicker like brothers throughout, and there are callbacks to their childhood and past together (the snake story, ‘get help’). 

Hela’s appearance as Thor’s sister lends new context to both Thor and Loki’s relationship with each other and their family, and I think it gives us, as fandom, a lot of fresh material to play with as far as our boys’ character growth moving forward.

batkids in high school expectation vs reality

dick expectation: preppy af, popular, probably a jock, friendly with every one

dick reality: cheerleader, mostly liked but still gets into fights regularly, talks back constantly, on a first name basis w/ all the secretaries in the office (”hello again, dick. i think you’ve got blood on your face” “shannon hi!! how are the kids?”

jason expectation: Bad Boy supreme, in trouble 24/7, hated by teachers, smokes on school property, always getting into fights

jason reality: huge nerd, does all of his homework + extra credit assignments, lives for field trips, probably cries while reading books in english class, has like 2 friends, that one kid who reminds the teacher about homework

cass expectation: literally non existent?? i’ve never seen her in a high school au why

cass reality: puts effort into only the work she’s interested in, generally viewed as a good student, secretly breaks rules constantly but never gets caught

tim expectation: nerdy af, top of the class, probably bullied lowkey

tim reality: literally never does homework, stays up all night researching things that have nothing to do with school, constantly daydreaming in class and probably falls asleep, hated by teachers, students find him mildly terrifying, has really close friends

The 5 Elements of a LIKABLE Main Character

“I don’t like your main character. He’s kind of obnoxious.” my beta reader laughingly told me, after reading the first chapter of my novel.

On the surface, I looked like this: 

Inside, I looked like this: 

Aloud, I said “Oh, well, he’s kind of hard to understand. He changes by the end.”

Inside, I screamed “How could you not like him?! Do you have a heart?! Is there a void where your soul should be?! Are you actually a Dementor that’s really good at makeup? Well, I guess this is what the Dementors are doing after getting kicked out of Azkaban!”

Outside: “But I really enjoyed it!” *Hugs between broken writer and Dementor in disguise* “Thank you for reading!" 

But you know what? That person that might be a soul-sucking cloaked demon creature? They were right. The character was unlikable, or more accurately, there was no reason to cheer him on. There was nothing to make the reader connect with him, relate to him, transfer themselves into his story, feel affection towards him. 

And if the reader doesn’t connect with the character through empathy? Nothing else in the story can work. Everything relies on this one fictional person. The basic definition of story is "A flawed hero with a goal overcoming obstacles to reach that goal, and how that journey changes them.” So without character, you don’t have story. Without empathy from the reader, you don’t even have character. 

So what is empathy when it comes to characters? 

It’s the process of a reader transferring their own lives onto the character. When this happens, the character’s goal and inner desires, values and weaknesses, everything about them, become proxies for our own. We learn of a shared piece of human nature between us, something we have in common on a significant inner level, and suddenly we want to see this character succeed. Because now, they are us – and we want to see ourselves succeed in real life. We feel what they feel, we experience what they experience.  

The best way to sum up character empathy in my opinion, is this quote from C.S.Lewis: “Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another ‘Really? You too? I thought I was the only one!’”

That’s empathy. 

Which doesn’t mean the character has to be an angelic little cherub …

There are characters that operate in a moral gray area, there are characters that are downright awful, there are characters that shouldn’t be lovable …but we love them. So this is NOT saying that a main character has to be a perfect angel that rescues baby squirrels when they’re not busy volunteering at the local soup kitchen, it just means there’s something WORTHWHILE in the character that persuades the reader to stick around. We need a reason to relate with that at-first-glance unlikable character. Just as we have flawed people in our own lives who we can forgive and love.

A good quote for this one would be this, by G.K.Chesterton: “That’s the great lesson of Beauty and the Beast; that a thing must be loved before it is lovable.”

So how does a writer accomplish a good empathetic connection?

Luckily for us, establishing this only takes a little planning in the beginning of the story. Certain elements foster empathy, elements which you can give to your character and display in the story. Making sure to incorporate a few of these will ensure that first connection between reader and character. A connection which you, the author, will then be able to grow. It’s this tiny first note of shared humanity which deepens into those important links we hold with characters. We’re living people, they’re imagined and comprised of words on a page; yet these people can be friends to us, family, mentors, role models, and become some of the most influential people in our lives. 

And how does that begin? Evoking empathy. 

And how do you evoke empathy? Well here are the characteristics that human beings instinctively identify with and admire … 

– Courage (This is the one EVERY main character should possess. Gumption to pursue what they want separates main from background characters.)

– Humor (Wit charms us without fail.)

– Goal-Obsessed 

– Hard-working  

– Noble motivations

– Loving

– Loved by others

– Kind 

– Treated unfairly

– In imminent danger, physically

– In imminent danger, emotionally

– In a sorrowful situation

– Smart/Expert at something

– Suffering from psychological weakness  

– Haunted by something in their past

– Dissatisfied with current state of their life

– Lacking something like love, friendship, belonging, family, safety, freedom, etc

It’s a good plan to give your main character at least FIVE of these empathetic little “virtues.”

If this sounds like a resume, that’s kind of what it is. “Dear Potential Reader, I’m applying for the job of Main Character of this book series. I aspire to consume your every waking thought and drastically change your life, for better and worse.” It’s a diagram of the worthwhile traits of the hero, the characteristics that win us over, which promise the reader “If you follow my story, knowing me – and experiencing the story through me – will be well worth your time.”

These traits will be displayed in the set-up of the story, the first ten pages or so. But the story CANNOT stop to let the character exhibit these winning behaviors; the story must KEEP PROGRESSING, every empathetic element must be shown with a story reason for existing within a scene. Like exposition, empathy needs to be added in subtly, as the story motors onward, slipping into the reader’s knowledge without them noticing. If it’s a scene created for the express purpose of convincing the reader “This character is lovable! Love them! I said love them!” then it will be glaringly obvious and the reader will feel the exact opposite. (They’ll also feel that way about the author, incidentally.)

Now! How does this work? 

Harry Potter: 

Harry is the poster child for being treated unfairly. Yet in the face of the abusive treatment of his childhood, Harry is courageous. He does not succumb to the Dursley’s relentless campaign to stamp the magic out of him, and become a proper Dursley; though this would’ve won their approval, put him in their good graces, and made his life exponentially easier – but he didn’t do it. He knew they were wrong, knew what was right, and refused to become like them. So heck yes Sorting Hat, there is “plenty of courage, I see”. He was loved by his parents, by the three that dropped him off at his Aunt and Uncle’s, and by the majority of the Wizarding World. He’s also snarky, loving, and in constant danger. 

Judy Hopps: 

Every reason why we care about Judy is established in the first few scenes. She’s courageous. She’s funny. She’s loved by her parents. She’s motivated by noble values. Definitely goal oriented, hard working, and smart. She’s also in imminent danger, and being treated unfairly.

If we took out the pieces of the story meant to evoke our empathy, what would happen? 

Nobody would care. Judy Hopps would have been an annoying, smug, and consumed by ruthless ambition. Harry Potter would have ceased to exist because everything about him is empathetic. 

Establishing these early allows us to begin the process of temporarily transferring our lives into a story. Or in the case of some life-changing stories, not temporarily transferring, but letting them become part of our souls forever. 

Yup, having your story connect with a reader forever starts with just a little empathy. Pretty useful.

Oh, and speaking of souls, give me mine back, Dementor reader. I learned how to make people like my characters. Now you’re out of the Azkaban job and the beta reading job. 

Does anyone else ever wonder how much you may subconsciously exist in other people’s lives? I always wondered if people thought of me when a certain song came on, or if my face was important enough to be looked for in a crowded room. I’ve wondered how many stories and late night conversations my name has been a part of. I wondered if I still even existed in the minds of people that I didn’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s mind.
—  is this just me or?

Episode 18 had another good amount of Theo Raeken in it and Cody Christian appeared at his best once again. The episode opens with a scene of the pack and Theo, trying to find the Anuk-Ite’s other half. Theo thinks it’s best to keep an eye on Aaron. We all know that Theo’s plans usually work (and are not connected to gain more power). However, the others remain wary of the chimera. They obviously are not fond of the idea that Theo is right. They even refuse to acknowledge it openly. 

“Is everyone completely shocked that I might be right?”

Theo said, his voice full of disbelief. “No, we just don’t like it.” Scott, however, tries to appease both sides. He says that they could all be right, then sends Mason and Theo on a mission in order to find Aaron.

Both of them are not very keen on spending time with each other, even a blind person could figure that out. Every step Theo takes, everything he does is allegedly connected to his own well-being. He only cares about himself, they claim. He helps them only to save his own ass.

This, however, cannot be true. Ever since Liam brought him back at the end of 6x06, Theo’s personality has altered. Every single one of his actions since then have proven to be altruistic.

He saved Liam Dunbar lest he was taken by the riders. He risked his own life – something he clung to his entire existence. We also have seen how easy it is for the hunters to kill any of them with just one shot. Theo is thus in constant danger, but in lieu of running, he fights back and makes sure that Scott’s pack is safe. A pack he would like to be a part of?

“Maybe I want to be in the pack.”

“Maybe I want to be in the pack,” Theo says to Mason when they went through the dark, eerie tunnels in search of Aaron. Despite the somewhat smug façade adorned by a tat of sarcasm, Theo is genuine. “A pack is about trust,” Mason retorts. They evidently do not trust him due to all the obnoxious things he carried out in the past.  

The closer they get to Aaron, the more afraid they become. Mason remarks how little he trusts Theo; even turning his back to him would be too much to ask. Anxiety overcomes him, caused by the Anuk-Ite. Then, it seems like Theo is on the verge of losing his temper. His digits seem to quiver, his lower lip trembles. A loud, menacing growl emits and razor sharp fangs emerge. The chimera’s eyes growl and for a moment, it appears like Theo’s about to attack Mason.

But he just shoved him away, saving him from Aaron. Mason is injured and in agony. Theo takes his arm, wanting to take the pain away. He fails.

“You can’t take the pain if you don’t care.”

The aghast look on Theo’s face is yet another sign that he actually wants to. Theo wants to care; he just does not know how. His entire existence revolved only around himself. Cody Christian shows that Theo has a heart.

Just consider how upset Theo is in that particular moment. His lips slightly parted, terror and realization mirrored in his eyes. Cody Christian truly becomes Theo Raeken on set and manages to touch the viewers. His acting is more than just good. People just need to realize that. He’d truly deserve an award for his outstanding performance.

There are thus two sides to Theo. One is the smug, apparently selfish façade. The other is the caring one. Theo just needs to figure out what caring and love actually mean.

In the end, Theo and Mason are both injured. The Anuk-Ite injured itself with Theo’s claws in order to find its another half more easily. The scene that followed really made me smile: Mason offers Theo his hand, pulls him up. It closes with both of them sitting next to each other, injured.

Theo’s redemption arc is almost closed. He has been the one saving everyone all the time. Also, Liam seems to be the first person he started to care about. 

A spoiler-free review voted 9/10 for Thiam in episode 20 and mentioned “redemption and tears of joy” as well. Something close to a happy ending for Theo? He’d certainly deserve it.

When it comes to Cody Christian’s acting and his character Theo’s development I would certainly give an 11/10. Theo has a heart. 

Cody Christian shows us that!

You Should Be Resting: a shallura meta

We’ve all seen the scene. We’ve all watched and re-watched it multiple times. So here it is: an analysis of the legendary Shallura Hand Touch scene from 2x05 - Eye of the Storm. This entire scene is only about 15 seconds long, but it’s such an interesting moment because it’s full of contradictions. It’s a blend of intimacy and distance, and it creates an inherent tension in the scene that’s both beautiful and bittersweet.

First up, some context:

The Hand Touch moment takes place after Shiro tells everyone to go and get some rest. Keith and Lance go to the pool; Hunk goes to bake cookies; Pidge is learning Altean. But Shiro is still sitting in the control room, working at his workstation, and Allura comes to join him. The fact that they’re both there fits with the headcanon many Shallura fans have: these two don’t sleep very well, and neither of them are good at switching off and relaxing. They probably spend a lot of time hanging out after hours, unable to sleep or relax.

Below the cut, some characteristics of the scene itself, because I kid you not this is almost 2000 words long and I need to rethink my life choices:

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I love how Blizzard took the Mei “is thin” fanboys that basically humilliated people for wanting chubby Mei and said FUCK YOU to their faces world wide live!


Lots of these people were a bunch if assholes saying “we dont have a problem with a fat mei but why does she have to be fat/chubby why cant she be skinny?” When sometimes the only reasin they liked fat/chubby Mei was to sexualize her that was the only exception which congrats you sick fuck for only seeing chubby and fat girls as sex objects instead of human beings who EXIST AND JUST WANT TO BE ACCEPTED!!!

Listen here you fucking prick you have like 5 other female characters who are skinnier than sticks for you to sexualize and drool by we only want representation even if its with one character were not asking much and you still want to take it from us, now i ask you whats the issues with her being fat/chubby why cant she be fat/chubby? There. Isnt. So I hope you asshole can back the fuck up and leave us to celebrate this wonderful short and achievement and let us bask in the representation that has been given to us!

And thank you Blizzard for making me feel like body matters and its actually fucking acceptable in this society like its the least important fact of my life.

And incase non of you have seen my cosplay pictures and start saying im probably a fat chick with health issues whos super insecure id let u know im perfectly healthy and chubby girl that weight 150 pounds whos pants constantly break at the thighs cause theyre too big and get wedgies cause my fat ass is too big for my panties, who does aerial silks and lifts heavy groceries and beer at work almost every day and walks to all my classes, which some are cross campus, who has been told fat her entire life just cause of societies fucked up beauty standards! It took me almost a year to let my boyfriend touch me or see me in my underwear cause of the crippling anxiety and insecurity i used to have cause of so many years of mental abuse about my weight i thought he was gonna leave ne cause of my weight and he helped me be more in love with my body after he accidently made a fat degrading joke involving one of the characters i wanted to cosplay at that time and i broke down in tears infront of him, i used to cry myself to sleep and starve myself cause of my self hate and couldnt lose weight still cause if my slow metabolism and I still get told im fat even though i eat less and do exercise for months. You can go mind your fucking business its my body and you cant tell me if im pretty or not cause of my weight i dont owe you shit.

Forever? (Part Two)

Part One. Thank you for everyone who had been interested in more of this story. I’ve edited this twice but I am in a hurry so if there are mistakes, I apologize. 


              “What happened?” A woman with worried eyes and thin lips asked harshly, looking between Harry and Draco as the healer waved her stick. Wand. Harry’s mind whispered the reminder to him, but he still wasn’t believing in that. No matter what these colorfully dressed people told him otherwise.

               “And you are sure magic exists?” Harry asked doubtfully, eyeing both women with suspicion. Magic. He could barely wrap his mind around the concept of that. It went against everything Uncle Vernon said. It didn’t matter that they had showed him with their sticks that magic was real. His mind just didn’t believe it.

               Before they could respond, Snape spoke up. “Why are you so determined to think we are lying?” The walking teacup Weasley had conjured was still walking around the room. Zabini’s talking pillow had been used as a demonstration as well.

               Harry figured that telling the angry man that all adults lie was probably a bad thing. So, he decided to go with the safer option. “Uncle Vernon says that there is no such thing as magic. He says that believing in such nonsense will have me being a bigger freak than I already am.” It hurt to voice, but he was worried about not answering the question. This man was clearly capable of being mean. There was an anger to him that frightened Harry. Being honest here was going to determine how he was treated.

               Draco scrunched up his face, worry flaring up inside him. “He’s lying to you.” He watched Harry turn to him with what he thought looked like hope. “Magic does exist. If you can see the school and all of us in here, then that means you have magic. You are a wizard, Harry.” He paused to smile as Harry looked around the room, as if reassuring himself that he could see it all. “If having magic means you are a freak, then so am I. We can be freaks together.”

               The sincerity in Draco’s tone had Harry nodding before he realized what he was doing. No one had ever stood up for him, or believed in him like this. Draco was unlike anyone he had ever met.

               “Because we are team?” Harry asked shyly, peeking up at Draco through his lashes.

               “Yes!” Draco agreed readily, throwing his arms around Harry, knocking the healer’s wand out of the way in the process.

               “Okay.” Whispered Harry, hugging Draco tightly. “I believe in magic.”

               “Just like that?” Severus asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Draco says it’s real and you believe him but not the five of us? The ones who showed you actual magic?”

               Harry shrugged once, not meeting anyone’s eyes. He didn’t know how to tell them that they made him uneasy. Adults weren’t people who had ever showed him they could be trusted. Mrs. Figg seemed nice enough on the outside but he knew that she was aware of how mean the Dursleys were. His teacher seemed like she cared about her students but when he tried to talk about Dudley and his gang of mean children, she didn’t want to listen to him. Even the police officer he talked to about the Dursleys hadn’t believed him. Adults weren’t okay. They just weren’t.

               “It’s okay.” Draco whispered. “I understand.”

               And wasn’t that nice? Someone was actually willing to see him. Harry was worried. Because not only was Draco becoming the best person he has ever met, he was also becoming an attachment. One of the first lessons Harry had ever learned was not to get attached to anything. When it became apparent that Harry liked to read, Dudley ripped out the pages to his books. When he admitted that he liked to color, his crayons were snapped in half and given back to him melted. His interests had to become a secret or they would get taken away.

               What would happen if he became attached to Draco? Would someone take him away?

               “Don’t leave.” Harry whispered, not caring about the way his voice shook. He needed Draco to understand that he was not only his friend but that he also cared about him too.    

               Draco shook his head, realizing that Harry’s relatives were as nice as his father. “Forever Harry, remember?” He knew he was sounding repetitive, but he would repeat this over and over until his new friend understood this.

               “Forever.” Harry choked out, closing his eyes tightly. He didn’t understand how his life had twisted so drastically. He always thought that only fairytales had a happy ending, but he had somehow managed to teleport himself from the Dursleys to a world full of magic and Draco. What had he done to deserve this? Would it last? Would he really get to keep Draco for forever?

               Ron sighed heavily as he watched Harry and Malfoy talk in whispers that they couldn’t hear. Things had just gotten complicated and he had no idea how to help.

               “How did this happen?” McGonagall whispered angrily to everyone else who had taken a step away from the small boys.

               “Unfortunately, I don’t have the answer to that.” Snape began in a voice that still made Ron wish to turn around and never come back. He knew that the man had done a lot for the war effort, but Snape would always be his rude teacher who unnerved him with a simple glare. Oh, he admired him for the strength the Potion’s Master would’ve had to have had. But Ron just wanted to admire him from a safe and respectable distance. One where preferably, there was little verbal contact.

               “I had the students working on enhancement potions. Which are nothing even remotely similar to a de-aging potion.”

               “But you did yell at them before it happened.” Blaise pointed out, ignoring his Head of House’s glare. “Were they adding something to it?”

               Severus nodded once. “Yes. Potter had been arguing with Draco while he grabbed things out of his bag. That bottle had been something he set to the side. I have no idea if that was what he had desired to find. Draco unfortunately, chose that moment to continue their disagreement.”

               “Why yell?” Ron asked before he froze at the glare the man released at being interrupted. “I mean, he was just holding it, wasn’t he?”

               “You are aware of what the fumes of an enhancement potion can do to any substance that is not sealed in an airtight container?” Snape was using the tone that made Ron feel as if it was his first day at school.

               “If that had been even a simple healing potion he was holding, the enhancement potion could have warped the healing vial drastically. If taken, it could not only heal any small ailment, but the potion could go further, getting rid of bacteria that is needed inside the body. It could destroy antibodies that work at fighting off pathogens or viruses. The enhanced healing potion could annihilate an immune system entirely by simply trying to heal better.”

               There was a moment where Ron let out a shaky breath, trying to fully comprehend the situation.

               “That is just one example, Mister Weasley.” Snape continued, shaking his head. “From the distance I was at, it was impossible to tell what was in the potion he was holding. The bottom line of the matter is, that any potion Potter brought out was an impending disaster. It matters none if it was a healing potion or a hiccup solution. The fumes alone would have been dangerous. But Potter dropped the whole bloody vial in the cauldron. There’s no telling what kind of lasting consequences will arise from this.”

               “I did something bad?” Harry squeaked out, trying not to flinch when they all turned to him as one.

               “It was an accident!” Draco piped up before anyone can say anything.

               Despite the situation, Ron couldn’t help but feel his lips twitch at the way Malfoy was glaring at them. As if daring anyone to argue his statement. He watched the little Slytherin’s arms tighten around Harry and he had to marvel at the odd change to their dynamic. He honestly didn’t know what was going to happen once the two were back to their normal age. But one thing was for sure, everything would be different.

               “I’m sure it was.” McGonagall soothed, shooting Snape a dark look. “We just are trying to figure out exactly what happened. That way we can get you both back to how you were.”

               “What do you mean?” Harry asked before biting his lip. Was she going to send him back to the Dursleys? “I want to stay here.” There was a slight pause before he amended his statement. “With Draco.”

               Madam Pomfrey stepped forward, sighing when both children narrowed their eyes suspiciously. “Harry. Draco.” She looked between them. “As of this morning, the both of you were eighteen not five.”

               Everyone watched them furrow their brows before sharing looks that clearly said she was crazy.

               “With all due respect ma’am.” Draco began hesitantly. “I think I would remember if I was an adult.”

               Blaise and Ron snorted into their hands, trying to withhold a full laugh at her dumbstruck expression.

               “She speaks the truth.” Severus informed him with a frown appearing. “A potion accident caused the two of you to de-age.”

               Draco frowned heavily before looking to his godfather. “Well fix it. You are a Potion’s Master, aren’t you?”

               Ron looked to the ceiling as he bit his lip. Merlin, little Malfoy was turning out to be one of his favorite people. He could feel Zabini’s shoulders shaking next to him and he knew if he looked at the other man, he would lose it.

               The way Snape took in a heavy breath had Ron standing up straighter. That was never a good sound from the Slytherin Head of House.

               “Draco, this won’t be an easy solution. I have to dissect the potion the two of you were making. I have to separate the vial from the cauldron, and I have to figure out what the secondary potion was before figuring out a way to fix it all. There is no saying how long this will take. Or if there even is a solution.”

               “Wait.” Ron spoke up, finding himself proud of his bravery. Because the outraged expression on Snape’s face had him wishing he was talking to a dragon instead. “Harry might be stuck this age forever?”

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mmmmnn martin & finn’s characters are just. really interesting to me tbh heres me rambling a bunch

martin always pushes his problems away and never looks back? found his long lost son? just escape the citadel. dooming a whole species in The Visitor? gotta build this rocket. nope. bye. see ya (x)

but then finn realizes this, gets mad at him about it and launches him into space, but it doesn’t really leave him unscathed because now when he messes up he thinks, shit, i’m selfish like my dad

but he’s really not like his dad, because finn was Literally offered the choice to escape all his troubles and burdens and finn accepted that he couldn’t run away from everything and decided to accept everything in his life, the good and the bad, while his dad just. chose to fling himself off their plane of existence

(and semi unrelated but finn Does know how to face his mistakes and apologize for them, Bun Bun was a great episode)

the really fun thing i like is that when he realizes this, finn tries to use it to help others (helper genes hell yeah!!) and tells the other humans in the islands that it’s okay to feel pain, it’s okay to have troubles in your life and face them with everything else. (like frieda believed in, i guess. there’s more to life than just pure happiness, and that’s okay, that’s what makes it great)

it’s something martin could never do, it’s something finn learned to embrace, and it’s really fun to watch and god i love adventure time good fucking BYE

edit: semi unrelated too but finn and minnie’s dynamic is also pretty cool bc while finn learns to balance the good and the bad minnie doesn’t take problems very well either

she throws herself away (literally) into her Helper work and insists finn stays at the islands so he’ll never be hurt again

so, anyway, finn is great, and i rly love AT’s take on the Life’s A Big Grey Mess moral

Kat’s Fic Recs: Sterek (under 10k)

*Yes, yes the first three are over 10k but they’re worth it!

For @prettyinsoulpunk, hope this makes your week better! 💖💖💖

On The Bus by bibliosexxual (13,299)

“Yeah,” Erica says with exaggerated slowness, “I did like Kira, and now I like Boyd. I’m bi.”


“Bisexual?” Erica prompts. “As in, not gay or straight?”

Stiles is pretty sure his entire mind explodes. “You can like guys and girls? That’s a thing?”

Erica looks at him like, What planet are you from? “Uh, yeah. As long as they’re hot, I don’t care what gender they are.” She pokes him in the side, and he jumps. He’s always been ticklish, and unfortunately Erica knows it. “What about you? You ever like guys, Stilinski?”

In which Stiles and Derek ride the bus to school together, and there are bisexual awakenings.

You’ll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite (11,847)

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

This is honestly so so cute and heartwarming. I don’t read much mpreg but this was so good and I recommend it 100%.

Word By Word by Cobrilee (11,843)

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

‘Til It Hurts or Bleeds or Fades by WeAreTheCyclones (10,731)

“For the peace and happiness of our friends, and that of Beacon Hills at large, can you please give us a warning if you two are ever headed for a nuclear fallout?”

Stiles scoffs. “What are you talking about?”

“The tension between you two rises with each passing year. For awhile there, it seemed to be turning into the sexy kind, but now it feels more like the murder kind.”

No Day But Today by fauvistfly (9,527)

“If you don’t change it successfully, you’ll be doomed to repeat it,” Deaton says, his face impassive despite the seriousness of his words.

“Repeat the day?” Stiles parrots, trying to wrap his head around what they’re attempting to do, the ridiculousness of his life and how it now involves time travel.

in which things in Beacon Hills are so bad that Deaton sends Stiles back in time to stop Kate from manipulating Derek and causing the death of the Hale family. The catch: Stiles only has 24 hours to change the course of the future, or he’ll be stuck repeating that same day until he gets it right. What will be enough to keep Derek away from Kate?

Where Others Fade Away by pr1nc3ssp34ch (9,054)

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek’s wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.

Meanwhile, on Stiles’ eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can’t kiss him back to normal.

just the touch of a hand by scepticallyopenminded (8,591)

Things – as things often do in Stiles’ life – get a little crazy (a lot crazy) when, a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday, he wakes up to – not a wolf, but an amount of naked flesh, cuddled up to him where Dude fell asleep the night before. Stiles screams, a bit, flopping around and falling out of his bed, getting to his knees to see a naked – Derek Hale, sitting up on his bed, eyes wide. He seems to realize something a second later, because he glances down at himself and squeaks, pulling sheets up around him just as Stiles’ dad opens the door.

36 Questions by Leslie_Knope (8,071)

“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”

“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”

“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”

“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.

“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk (6,810)

“Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

It’s Always Been You by charlesdk (6,085)

Stiles’ love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn’t the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

One Year Down by haleofStilesheart (5,854)

Derek had never celebrated an anniversary before. At least, not an anniversary for a romantic relationship. But now that’s he’s been dating Stiles for a year, that’s about to change.

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (4,966)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

I Didn’t Know That I Was Starving (til I tasted you) by LadySlytherin (4,481)

Derek - who lives in New York with his older sister, Laura - is back in Beacon Hills, visiting his parents and younger sister for Christmas, when everything changes. Cora invites friends over while their parents are visiting other family, Derek drinks something he didn’t know he shouldn’t have, and things get a little out of control.

Misunderstandings abound, secrets are spilled, and in the end all it takes to find happiness is being brave enough to reach out with both hands and never let go.

Hello My Old Heart by eversall (3,944)

It begins like this – Stiles is hopelessly lost in the Beacon Hills Library, which has definitely undergone renovations in the last two years, and he’s wandering around trying his best to look like a helpless puppy or something and sure enough, a librarian in a navy blue cashmere sweater and thick-rimmed black glasses shows up, and that librarian happens to be Derek Hale.
Stiles’ heart skips a beat and he suddenly feels like he’s drowning in something unfamiliar, an ache beginning to build in his chest.
The pack drifts back together, and Derek in sweaters kind of breaks Stiles a little. In a good way.

A Treatise On The Importance Of Not Ignoring Your Date by LadySlytherin (3,490)

A tumblr-post-based fic, wherein Stiles and Derek have a meet-cute at a baseball game. Involves a kiss-cam, Stiles’ date being an ass, and a hot stranger.

Basically, Peter doesn’t survive the fire so Laura and Derek never go back to Beacon Hills, Scott’s never bitten, Stiles doesn’t know about the supernatural, and he goes to NY for college. Go, Mets!

Thank God Your Heart Is Too Close by hoars (3,469)

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (1,423)

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

So imagine if Neil had a sibling he didn’t know existed. Just hear me out okay.

((this post seriously got away from me but I am definitely 100% not sorry))

He’s kidnapped and dragged to his dads house and they’re standing there ready to hack him piece from piece and Nathan calls for his guard upstairs and down comes this 10 year old with Lola’s hair and Nathan’s eyes and a set of bruises on her face and Neil just FREEZES.

(It could be a brother but I’m sticking with sister- you’ll see why)

And Neil doesn’t know WHY Nathan is bringing this kid - that looks like him- downstairs to watch a gruesome murder but she looks completely unsettled when she sees Neil and his half destroyed face. And she looks like she wants to step forward but the guard holds her back.

Nathan is rambling about her watching because she needs to know what would happen if she crosses him and Neil is so angry he can’t listen. He just keeps staring at her hoping that his expression is doing anything to tell her it’s okay, it’s okay, don’t be afraid, it’s okay. She starts crying as soon as Nathan is telling Neil what Lola is going to do to him.

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anonymous asked:

whats your favorite thing about danny phantom?



Welcome to Jurassic Park (unbeta’ed)

(Read on Ao3)
Stiles stares off to the right, fascinated by the tropical plant life around them however there is something nagging at the back of his head. There is something off. He thinks with the tilt of his head and frowns his eyebrows.

Up ahead there is a tree with its branches overhanging on the road. Stiles reaches out and grabs hold of one of the leafy branches as the Park’s jeep drives by, tearing it from the tree. The rough bark scraping along his hands.

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I don’t know how so much emotion can fit inside of such a tiny human.

Why does it feel so good to cry? Why do salt-stained eyes bring me comfort? I want to purge myself from feelings - I want to shove my fingers down my throat and pull from it strings of chewed up letters. Stomach-stained thoughts. Be filled with complacent emptiness for just a moment - the gasp of air, when it feels like happiness, until gravity remembers itself and the emptiness becomes stillness becomes face down on your bed, unmoving. This can’t be how I live every moment that I’m alone - I can’t be this unhappy every time I’m alone. What does being around others even mean? It means being The Performer. Reciting your lines, pause for laughter. Pretend like you’re listening. Don’t say what you really mean, how you really feel, it’s not what people do. Rip that pulsing heart off your sleeve. We are all alive, we are all feeling what’s the use in holding back. I’m exhausted. What does it mean to just exist? To just be Alice, laying in the daisy field. The sun can see her, but nothing else. The movement of petals. What does it mean to breathe easily? What does it mean to be happy? Where does the laughter escape to when you’re alone? I feel, often, always, like a wind-up doll, a performance piece. I’m out, I’m social, I speak, I dance, I leave out my hat. I come home, back to my shelf, I sit, I stare, I want to be wound up again - always by others, never of my own volition. I become nothing for myself. If a blue haired girl takes a bath, writes a dream, touches herself, packs a box, but no one’s around to see it, did it really happen? I weep and weep and it doesn’t matter. I’m screaming into the abyss, the abyss is silent in return. The abyss has given up on us, it seems. The abyss needed something to scream into as well, it seems. Alex in the morning, doe eyes, cheery Alex is all anyone knows and it seems unfair to real Alex. Magnificently unfair. When can I be content being myself. I’m so tired. My mouth doesn’t want to make the words anymore. We slur (soberly, drunkenly), we can’t form coherent sentences. Ink based thoughts are the only ones I ever complete. (It’s cheating, I have more time to think them up.) (I want to be this version of me, I don’t want to be spoken to the way I’m spoken to. I’m more than my body, than the tiny, helpless mess of a man of a mouse.)

Episode 12

~ First of all, that scene where Jughead walks up to Cheryl and apologizes- and he just stands there as she pummels him- that was heartbreaking.
~ I just really really really really want to see behind the scenes footage of Madelaine slapping Cole for that scene.
~ Veronica, I’m sorry darling, but not everything is about you and your father. Please.
~ Fred Andrews, I had faith in you. You don’t do that to someone.
~ Is Jughead’s safety still ensured? I know Clifford is dead now, but even though FP confessed…
~ Betty Cooper is an A+ girlfriend.
~“What is wrong with you people?” Wise words.
~ That kiss between Kevin and Joaquin though…
~ Jughead making all those sardonical jokes at the diner with Mary and Archie’s just like ‘stop’. Hahaha but also :(
~ Betty’s face when she realises she’s a Blossom is the best.
~ I’m so annoyed with Veronica, honestly, I mean-
~ No Bughead moments :(
~ Cole Sprouse and Skeet Ulrich deserve all the acting awards that exist.
~ Gladys Jones, kindly eff off.
~ FP, now you’re the best parent in town. Oh, look how the tables have turned.
~ Betty Blossom doesn’t quite roll off the tongue like Betty Cooper does.
~ That laptop scene OMG.
~ I can’t wait for episode thirteen, and I don’t know how I’ll survive after the season ends.

Chocobro Relationship Headcanons:

Ignis Scientia–

SFW. (I think.)

Originally posted by ffvii

Muffled screaming.

  • Where do I even start with this one?
  • The first time you saw Ignis, you were in the middle of having a nervous breakdown amongst a sea of sickeningly expensive clothing.
  • It was a week until your extremely rich and snooty boss’s attendence required wedding and you still hadn’t been able to find anything to wear to it. Her nagging was never-ending. She kept insisting that anything you already owned wasn’t nearly good enough, and that if you showed up in any of it she’d see to it that you never showed your face at the company again blah blah blah.
  • You’d been saving every bit of your paychecks that you could spare ever since the wedding was announced, cursing yourself for accepting a job in a place that was entirely too lavish for someone such as yourself. Growing up in a rather poor household left you ignorant when it came to these things. Just looking into the store made your blood pressure rise. When you realized how many types of fabrics actually existed, and that different occasions meant certain ones were frowned upon? Your soul left your body.
  • Really, does it matter? Do there have to be so many of them? Why are they named such ridiculous things, you can’t even pronounce this one and language was your major in school. Oh Six, you hadn’t even thought about colors yet, how are you going to li-
  • Ignis saw you pacing– heard your quiet fretting and didn’t think twice before swooping in to assist you. You jumped a good ten feet into the air when his voice interrupted your thoughts, and when you turned to look at him all of the overlapping voices in your head just hushed.
  • Ignis was way more help than the people who actually worked there, taking the time to explain everything he could about what seemed to be the best options, and even helped you choose a color. It was a little hard to listen to him at times, due to the fact that your brain kept wiping itself clean just to repeat the word “wow” over and over again bc who was this guy? How was he real?
  • As luck would have it, it was just the day after the dreaded wedding that you bumped into him again at the market. He stood and listened patiently while you struggled not to drop all of the produce in your hands and thanked him profusely for the help.
  • Two days after this, you passed by each other in town. The next week you reached for the same tin of coffee at the grocery store. And thus began a really long winded series of coincidences that half-way convinced you he was your soul mate or something.
  • But Ignis was a rather difficult egg to crack. He was so, so busy all of the time with his Royal Responsibilities™ that you could barely catch him long enough to say hello. Which was frustrating for you both because it was pretty obvious the two of you were interested in seeing each other outside of a checkout lane.
  • One day you’re focusing rather hard on which type of potato would be best to go with your dinner, and he rolls up with your answer, and a question that surprises you.
  • By some miracle, he’s managed to free up some time later that evening, and he’d love to use said time to take you out to dinner.
  • You don’t think you’ve ever pounced on an opportunity so damn hard before or since.
  • Here begins your relationship with Ignis Scientia, the busiest (and loveliest) man you’ll ever know.
  • Most of the time you spend together is at his home. His job is stressful one, and his place is the easiest environment for him to wind down in.
  • Sometimes you spend the day there while he’s at work, tidying up anything he hasn’t had time to tidy and making him dinner so he can relax as much as possible when he comes back. He appreciates it, of course, but he keeps insisting that you don’t have to do it.
  • The only time you’ve ever seen him blush is whenever you try to take care of him. Well there have been other times, but we won’t get into that now.
  • Cooking together sounded like a great idea, but you kept getting distracted and burned a lot of things so now you take turns.
  • You have this running joke that every time one of you cooks dinner, the other will critique it to a ridiculous degree. He gets you every time.
  • “I see that you didn’t cook this steak to an internal temperature of fifty five degrees Celsius….fifty six degrees… a grave mistake, my dear.”
  • Relaxed Iggy is the best Iggy. It’s a pretty rare sight to see, but when it does happen it feels like magic. When the white gloves come off, his shirt unbuttons, and his long legs cross as he leans back in his seat you feel like you’ve done everything so right. It fills you with joy to see the tension leave his shoulders, even if it’s for only a moment.
  • Ignis needs order, so please respect that. Don’t move his things unless he tells you it’s okay to. It drives him a tad insane.
  • There are times where you’ll go a long period without being able to see him, but he’ll call you every chance he gets just to hear your voice.
  • Or he’ll show up and just take you shopping with him because that’s the best he can do at the moment.
  • You’ll leave the isle and come back to pretend you’re bumping into him again like old times because you know he’ll get a kick out of it.
  • Kisses you goodnight. Kisses you good morning. Kisses you hello/good-bye. Cheek kisses, or a peck on the lips if you’re in a public place. Kisses that always leave the wind knocked out of you if you’re alone. Smooch smooch.
  • You’re secretly a little jealous of his perfect posture. Ignis sits up so prim and proper that when you’re really bored, you’ll start stacking things on his head to see if they’ll stay. It’s become a game.
  • The first time you did it, it also happened to be the first night he’d spent at your house. It was early morning, and Ignis was sat at your small dining table enjoying a nice cup of Ebony. He pretended not to notice when you came into the room, smile mischievous and hands full of the small, stuffed toys that usually sat on a shelf in the lounge. You got four moogles tall before they toppled over, not because of him moving, but because of how much your hands were shaking from your laughter.
  • He leaned his head back to give you a look, mouth twitching with amusement in a way that all but hypnotized you into his lap.
  • Hey did I mention that Ignis gives the best massages known to man? bc that’s just a fact. You don’t even have to ask at this point. When you come in from work with that familiar twinge in your neck, he’s removing his gloves before you can even open your mouth and it’s all over.
  • When you found out how good of a dancer he is, you jokingly asked him to teach you. He did not take it as a joke, and now you know various forms of ballroom dance that you’ll likely never employ.
  • Not to be evil but once you walked in on him fresh out the shower. He was running a bit late for your planned lunch date, and you popped your head into the kitchen to see him rifling through a cabinet, hair damp and bare chest on full display.
  • You almost died that day.
  • Hello petnames! He is quite fond of Dear, or Darling. He calls you Love when you aren’t feeling well. It makes you melt into the floor.
  • SO patient and SO kind, you have no idea. Always knows what to say when you’re having a hard time, and also knows when words aren’t something you need. Will just hold you for hours if that’s what you want.
  • Prone to migraines. You have to pull him on to the bed to get him to lay down so you can rub his temples for him in the dark. He’ll whisper out how much he appreciates you the whole time and you’ll just shush him and kiss his nose.
  • (you think all the caffeine he takes in makes them worse but you’d literally have to pry his coffee from his cold, dead hands before he’d give it up)
  • Wakes you up in the morning by murmuring praise at you, fingertips tracing your features like he’s trying to memorize every curve and dip. Mornings like this always leave you in a good mood, and it carries into every aspect of your day.
  • Knows every single important date by heart and has gifts picked out months in advance. Buys you nice clothes so your boss will leave you the hell alone.
  • Sends flowers to your work to let you know he’s thinking of you. You’ve saved all the notes that were attached to them.
  • Your house is full of his journals/notes bc of how many times he’s forgotten them. One day you’ll get around to gathering them up and sending them to him, but for now you just like having them around. You’ve never looked in them, you just like that they’re there yanno?
  • Lets you borrow his clothes and doesn’t mind at all. He loves the way look in them– loves that they make you smell just a little bit like him.
  • Loves hearing you tell him stories about your childhood. Listens intently when you talk about your day. Soaks up information like a sponge and will never forget.
  • Is a big fan of music, and shares new songs he’s found with you. Does this cute little wiggle when he thinks you’re not looking bc it excites him.
  • Is just the best thing that ever happened to you and if the wiggles aren’t enough proof, you don’t know what is.

anonymous asked:

Alright wayhaught prompt coming at ya. Nicole has to go undercover on some case she's working on and she has to dress up all sexy and when waverly sees the outfit for the first time she gets like super turned on

She’s used to Nicole wearing her uniform, and she’s used to Nicole’s casual wear.

She’s used to her in dresses, and she’s used to her in… well, nothing.

So Waverly figures, if she can handle working alongside Nicole in those boots and that hat and that belt; if she can handle fighting alongside Nicole in that dress while punching homophobes and saving her sister and the town; then she can handle Nicole wearing… well, anything.

What she’s not prepared for is Nicole in a full-out suit.

She’s not prepared for Nicole in a femmey black suit that hugs her body just right, complete with a sleek black skinny tie. 

She’s definitely not prepared for that.

Even though they’d talked about it. 


“You know I don’t like the idea of using you for bait on this mission. Or any mission. But since Dolls and Wynonna seem to think it’ll be fine – “

“Because it will, Nicole – I can handle myself, you know that – “

“I do, baby, of course I do. I just don’t like dangling you in front of lesbian demons.”

Waverly grinned even as Nicole flinched.

“God, you homophobe,” Waverly joked, and Nicole shook her head.

“Yeah, that could have come out better, huh?”

She flinched again, and Waverly laughed. The laughter lit Nicole up, inside and out.

“So punny, Officer Haught,” Waverly leaned in for a kiss. Nicole returned it with a grin, but sobered pretty quickly.

“But I’m serious, Waves. You know I’ll be there undercover to protect you – not that you need it, I know, I’m just saying, a little backup never hurt anyone – but you need to act like you don’t know me. Really, Waverly. Everything hinges on that.”

Waverly saluted and Nicole melted.

“I’ll be the best bait you’ve ever had,” Waverly promised.

But that was before she saw… this outfit.

This outfit that stops her heart and makes her mouth dry and makes her wish more than anything else in the world that they were back in her bed, or right on top of the pool table, or in this dingy bar bathroom… anywhere, really, but on an undercover mission where she has to pretend not to even know her.

“Dolls,” Waverly wires in, moving her lips as little as possible. “I’ve got a bit of a problem in here.”

“What is it, babygirl? Need me to come in and – “

“Wynonna, she was calling me, would you let me – “

“She’s my sister, Dolls, I – “

“Um, guys? If I were in actual danger, it’d probably be too late to save me now.”

“Right. What’s the problem, Waverly?”

“No one briefed me on… um… Nicole’s… outfit. How am I supposed to pretend to flirt with some lesbian demon when Nicole looks like… that?”

She hears Dolls groaning and Wynonna snickering.

“Keep it in your pants, Waves, and you can take hers off all you want when you get home safe and sound, okay?”

“Wynonna!” Waverly hisses, pretending to cough into her drink gently so no one would notice her lips moving. “Not helping.”

“Deal with it, Earp. Keep the comm line open for emergencies only, understood?” Dolls tells her.

“Have you seen Nicole in this outfit? It is an emergency,” Waverly mutters, but Dolls has already cut the comm.

She rolls her eyes, sips her drink, and tries to figure out the best way to be subtle about turning around to just… watch Nicole.

Because if she can’t have her right here and now, at least she can look.


But it turns out that what she sees is her girlfriend surrounded by women.

Very attractive women.

Her face falls.

She doesn’t know how Nicole sees her – if Nicole remembers she exists – because her attention seems so focused on entertaining the women around her. But she does see Nicole take out her phone, and a few moments later, her own buzzes.

She picks it up irritably.

I only have eyes for you, baby. This is only the mission. I can’t wait to take you home tonight. 

Waverly nearly melts off her bar stool, and she watches Nicole let herself catch her eye. She winks, soft, subtle. Perfect.

She gulps and she sits a little taller.

She’s the one who gets to take Nicole home tonight. 

The one Nicole wants to take home tonight.

She licks her lips and tries to wipe the goofy grin off her face.

She can hardly wait.

anonymous asked:

Holy shit I love your analysis' of Jimin and Namjoon!! Would you mind doing one for Jungkook as well? I know a lot of people were confused as to why Namjoon put him in Ravenclaw over Gryffindor/Slytherin.


It’s really weird for me that you guys actually care about and value my opinions  on this whole business so thank you so much for giving my ramblings the time of day omg

for those who are wondering about my thoughts on gryffindor!namjoon and slytherin!jimin here’s the links to those:

Namjoon as a Gryffindor || Jimin as a Slytherin

So like, I really. really. really. love the idea of Ravenclaw Jeon. (But listen… I used to be a hardcore Slytherin!Jeon person okay, so I understand your feels on this. I do.) 

 here goes nothing

Ravenclaw Jungkook confused a lot of people. And I really get it because Ravenclaw was so fucking shafted in the books. 

We had so many Gryffindors and Slytherins to relate to, and we had a fair share of badass Hufflepuffs (TONKS) to base our opinions off of. But there were only a few Ravenclaws that were given the time of day in the books, and only one of those was a major character. We had Luna, Trelawney, Lockehart, and Cho. Cho’s amazing character was wasted by JK – she was written with the personality of a dish rag and didn’t really get the spotlight she deserved. Trelawney was presented as a crazy old lady who sometimes ?? served a purpose. Lockehart was an idiot. All we really had was Luna.

But it wasn’t just the characters. Ravenclaw has a really weird reputation. Before I wrote this, I asked a bunch of my casual and hardcore HP fan friends to tell me the characteristics they associated with each house. And I got pretty much what I expected:

  • Gryffindor: Leaders, brave, courageous, brash, strong
  • Slytherin: Cunning, resourceful, calculating, perfectionists
  • Hufflepuff: Loyal, kind, hard-working, determination, cheerful
  • Ravenclaw: Smart…?? they are… smart people?? They do things…….smartly……

Like for real. Whenever I asked people what traits they associated with Ravenclaw, all anyone was ever able to tell me was that Ravenclaws were supposedly smart. And that’s got a lot to do with the fact that when the sorting hat sings off about all the houses, it lists all these great traits for the other houses, but when it comes to Ravenclaw it says this:

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.

And then the books go on to say that Ravenclaws are,

characterised by their wit, intelligence, and wisdom.

So maybe you’re like me, and I am REALLY guilty of this, but when I first read this in the books I kinda just thought these all meant the same thing. So maybe that’s where we got this idea that all Ravenclaws are good for are being smart.

But it wasn’t until I looked up the actual definition of each word that I realized these were all saying really different things:

Intelligence - the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills.
Wit - a natural aptitude for using words and ideas in a quick and inventive way to create humor.
Wisdom - the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.

^^^^this is just webster dictionary definitions here. The bolded words are the ones I want to focus on.

Skill. See – Ravenclaws are supposedly smart. But this doesn’t always have to mean BOOKSMART, and I think that’s where we had a lot of trouble with Jeon. No one is saying he is dumb or anything, but he’s no Namjoon.

Notable examples of this trait include Lockehart, who was pretty shitty at a lot of things, but had the street smarts enough to pass off his big whole scam for years and years, and was especially gifted in certain charms.

Then there’s Luna, who while shown to be really good at solving riddles, was also portrayed as really physically skilled. In Dumbledore’s Army, while being taught how to conjure a Patronus by Harry, Luna was the first to get it right. She was fourteen at the time, and was such a skilled witch that she was able to perform an incredibly difficult charm - that even adults had trouble with - after like…….mere minutes of teaching.

Does this sound like someone you know?? I’ll give you an example: Observe this VERY determined Hufflepuff not give up on his dreams and finally have all his hard work pay off… only for someone to come in and get it right almost instantly.

Or maybe… “Hey guys, this dance move you made up looks pretty cool – mind if I watch you do it like once and a half and then nail it instantly?”

And if you’re ever in doubt about just how skilled Jungkook is… remember that he turned down seven other agencies to join BigHit. That’s how many people were after him and recognized his talent. (This also ties in to my thoughts on the part about good judgement – Jungkook obviously saw a lot of potential in Namjoon and BigHit in general, so much so that he turned down tons of other companies to be there. He saw something a lot of other people did not… and it ended up being the best decision he ever made.)

But I think another really telling aspect of Jungkook’s Ravenclaw personality is that he isn’t always perfect at everything. He’s not always good at something right away – but that won’t stop him working really hard to get good

In Rookie King he was shown to be at the most pretty average at bowling. He wasn’t terrible, but he was about as good as you and I would be after playing a few rounds with a little luck. Well, Golden Maknae Jungkook could not stand to not be the best at something, so he mentions sometime later (13:10) that he’s hired a coach to teach him how to bowl…. and then just a few months later uploads a video of himself getting a strike like it’s no god damn big deal at all. And he looks pretty proud of himself too.

But all the major Ravenclaws were also shown time and time and time again as being a little…. scatterbrained. Luna, Lockehart, and Trelawney especially, and to an extent even Cho. And Jungkook is no exception. He’s… pretty gullible. And DEFINITELY scatterbrained.

But wit, intelligence, and wisdom are not the only three traits associated with Ravenclaw. There are a lot of other traits you may not really know about, because again – Ravenclaws were woefully under-represented in the series. There’s quite a few others listed for this house:

  • Creative
  • Individuality
  • Eccentric
  • Quirky
  • Jealousy/Envy
  • Competitive

So imma just go down the list because I’m really tired and I can’t made good word things rn


it’s no secret that Jungkook is a pretty talented artist. He’s a pretty damn good photographer too. (This will always be one of my favorite photos ever of Jimin – and Jungkook took it.) And he’s a talented lyricist as well. He’s an extremely good dancer and has a beautiful voice too – but you guys know this already.


Take a look at how he expresses his individuality through his song covers.

Eccentric & Quirky

You guys thought the fact that Lockehart, Trelawney, and even heckin Luna were all in the same house was a coincidence? Ravenclaws are NOTORIOUS for being Extra™ . I’m not kidding! This is literally a personality trait of Ravenclaws that we overlook so often from these weirdos. And Jeon fuckin Jungkook invented the word eccentric:

you’d be here forever if i kept going so… you get the point. eccentric is jungkook’s middle name.


Jeonlous exists in this god forsaken fandom, and I ain’t gonna link it and open THAT can of worms, but if you’re feeling so inclined and care to enter the seventh circle of hell, feel free to look it up… but tread carefully.


When I got the first ask about Ravenclaw Kook I had woken up at 3am and sleepily looked at my emails. I saw the ask and immediately had to jot down my ideas to keep for the next day, and all I managed to write in my sleep stupor was this

and then i promptly fell back asleep.

I was referring to this, and if you don’t feel bad for poor Jin in this situation I don’t know what to tell you. Jungkook is intensely competitive, even over small things like board games. He was so intent on winning that game that he literally assaulted someone five years his senior to sabotage them.

And then this is him trying to win a dance-off… doing the most, as usual.

And also?? He was literally banned from the gym because he was getting too buff. And look at him take out that guy in wrestling… and then demolish poor Jimin, the smallest member of BTS in arm wrestling when he could have… you know… let him win or something……

It’s a pretty well known meme within the fandom that Jungkook is competitive and always trying to outdo the others.

But when it comes down to it, Ravenclaws are still known for being smart, right? We can take all these other traits and apply them to Jeon but what about his brain?

He’s actually kinda smart. He is able to cover a song in perfect English even though he doesn’t speak the language all that well (but well enough to constantly correct others’ English and he’s good enough to tell you he’s really not all that interested in participating in English Time anyways)

And I mean…. he can outsmart the other members pretty well…………..

But I think one of the most important things to note about Jungkook being in Ravenclaw is to look at who sorted him, Namjoon: Namjoon himself gave Jungkook the nickname “Golden Maknae”. He is constantly saying that Jungkook can do anything, or watch this Jungkook can do this, or wow look at him go, or he’s so talented this and that. Is it really any surprise that Namjoon would put Jungkook in to a house known for being highly skilled when he believes no less of the kid?

Jungkook has some pretty Slytherin-like qualities – but tons of canon HP characters and the BTS members themselves have traits that are shared by all four houses. It’s just a matter of where he fits best.

I mean TL;DR, Jeon says it best himself:

gif credit: bwiskook

tbh, I sort of– h’okay, so this is conjecture on my part, but it’s how I wrote Inheritance!

A. What does Rishid feel when Malik commits murder?


B. Why does he allow it?

So Rishid’s relationship with Malik has always been complicated.

Pictured here: attempted murder of young child, who your dying mother made you promise to look after, who you just saved from a snake.

(I like to remember that Rishid was probably around 16 here.)

There’s clearly a lot of cognitive dissonance in terms of Rishid’s anger and jealousy directed at Malik. After-all, Malik eliminated any hope of Rishid ever belonging to his adopted family, both by his very existence, and also by being, within a certain viewpoint, responsible for Lady Ishtar’s death. Further, Malik is an abuse-beneficiary of the dynamic between Lord Ishtar, Rishid and Malik.

That being said, Rishid puts his murder knife aside when Malik mirrors Lady Ishtar in accepting Rishid as their family member, shown in the symbolism of the hand reach, and dialogue confirming independently concluding Rishid is his brother.

You bet your ass Papa Ishtar never taught Malik that.

Moving on, after this point we can see a distinct change in Rishid’s loyalties. They are to Malik - not Lord Ishtar, not the Ishtar Clan - but to Malik. This is most notably shown when Rishid helps Malik defy tradition, and law, in order to visit the surface world.

But also importantly, when Rishid attempts to convince Lord Ishtar to perform the “painful” ritual of the tombkeepers on him, instead of Malik.

This is important for two reasons, not only did Rishid definitely have mixed motives in accepting this request, but Malik was distressed by the impending ritual, and confided specifically in Rishid. He even calms, and brightens as soon as Rishid tells him he will keep Malik safe from the ritual.

Malik sees Rishid as his parent.

Now, this scene:

Is firstly, a punch in the heart, and secondly, again demonstrates that Malik sees Rishid as his parental figure. Rishid is his protector, and it is unsurprising that Lord Ishtar does not fulfil this emotional role for Malik, even prior to the ritual. Lord Ishtar is reasonably implied to have beaten Rishid multiple times, and whilst Malik is unlikely to have been beaten, he canonically he is aware that Rishid gets beaten on his behalf

Children who see their siblings beaten by their parents generally do not trust those same parents to keep them safe. Malik knows Rishid as the one who keeps him safe, from snakes, and from - Malik thought - the ritual.

I bring all of this up, because despite Rishid’s obvious mixed feelings about Malik initially, he has almost certainly been raising Malik. Malik responds to him in a way that suggests this, and we see Rishid bringing Malik food, and accompanying his playing from a very young age. We can assume Rishid has been caring for Malik since Rishid was ten years old. 

Despite initial mixed feelings, and an ongoing desire to supplant Malik, Rishid raised Malik, and loves Malik.

Now, as we have audio of Malik’s muffled screams of pain, we see Rishid listening in.

with his murder knife.

And here is where I go deep into conjecture.

As we know, Rishid uses this knife to carve open his own face, providing a weird sort of empathy, and support for Malik post-ritual. 

I have a few points to make about how Yami Malik is activated, or triggered as a protector alter when Rishid “abandons” Malik, and when Yami Malik and Malik ask: “who do I hate for this?” it’s very clear that Rishid is on the table as a possibility, which adds scope and narrative to Yami Malik’s determination to kill Rishid, and recognition of Rishid’s existence as a threat to Yami Malik’s access to the body.

Anyway, I’m getting a little off-topic. 


A. What does Rishid feel when Malik commits murder?


B. Why does he allow it?

Now we can talk about where Yami Malik and Malik differ (the answer is loving vs hating Rishid) but the fact is, Malik ultimately sees both himself and Yami Malik to be responsible for Lord Ishtar’s death. 

It is important to remember that despite the abuse they all suffered at Lord Ishtar’s hands, Malik still cared and grieved deeply for his father. This is something that Rishid plausibly knew, as he takes steps to keep Malik from seeing Lord Ishtar’s body.

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Shockingly, Malik has no idea for five years that Yami Malik exists, or is responsible for Lord Ishtar’s death, instead blaming the Pharaoh for it. He discovers the truth by literally eavesdropping on his sister, Isis

Why did Malik never know about Yami Malik? It’s not like the guy is all that subtle, what with the patricide, right?

Whilst both siblings are aware, and take steps, and measures to avoid telling Malik, it is not Isis who is spending the majority of their time with Malik – it is Rishid. Rishid is kept in confidence, and kept close, something Isis notes. We can reasonably assume Rishid is the primary proponent of this decision.

Rishid took overt steps to prevent Malik from discovering his role in Lord Ishtar’s death.

Including never once correcting Malik on his assumption that the Pharaoh killed Lord Ishtar.

Rishid tacitly enabled Malik’s murderous behaviour as part of this lie.

For what purpose? To keep Malik from turning that blame against himself? To avoid hurting Malik? Well- yes, obviously. Rishid appears to be highly driven not to allow Malik to know the truth of Lord Ishtar’s death.

It would not be unreasonable to presume this is wholly done to protect Malik’s well-being, but I would suggest that Rishid’s actions are not about protecting Malik entirely. After-all, through Rishid’s inaction, Malik is placed in significant danger, and clearly becomes an exceptionally violent individual in his own right. If this is all about protecting Malik, then perpetuating this lie is not helping.

It’s possible Rishid isn’t aware of that, but Rishid’s own acknowledgement of Malik’s aggressive, unreasonable, and dangerous behaviour seems to not support Rishid being in denial about the impact this decision is having.

Instead, I would suggest – much like Rishid’s complicated murder-y feelings towards Malik, and his mixed motivations in asking for the ritual to be done to him, that Rishid is partially acting in self-interest

What precisely does Rishid have to benefit from hiding the truth from Malik?

Well, let’s return to this scene.

Rishid and his pointy friend.

Whilst we know that Rishid did eventually use this knife to carve open his face, I suggest that Rishid’s initial desire when he drew that knife was simple:

To kill Lord Ishtar.

<fic plug> I write about this possibility in Inheritance

Malik is a child- Malik is his child. His brother. Rishid raised him, fed him, soothed him… When Rishid held Malik as a babe, Malik fell quiet, curled against him, listened to Rishid sing him tuneless lullabies… and when Malik was afraid, he went to Rishid.

He screamed for Rishid to save him, and now Malik is choking, gagging on his own shrieks, and Rishid can hear it, but he cannot go to him. He cannot save him. He cannot protect his child. He cannot-

Rishid’s knife has found his hand, nestling into his fingers, pressed into his palm like a frightened thing. But Rishid is not afraid; he should kill the man who makes Malik scream like this.

Rishid should have gutted Lord Ishtar like the snake in the atrium, but Lord Ishtar is Malik’s father. It is no excuse for what he has done to Malik, but how can Rishid kill Malik’s father? How can he take that away from Malik. He cannot undo the scar where Malik’s skin once was; how can taking more away from Malik ever help?

</fic plug>

The idea that Rishid was contemplating murdering Lord Ishtar puts much of Rishid’s behavior into frightening context. 

He plausibly decides not to kill Lord Ishtar, because of Malik’s affection for Lord Ishtar despite the abuse, and a desire not to orphan Malik.

Just as plausibly, it is feelings of guilt, and shame that prevent Rishid from fully disclosing the truth to Malik. If Rishid believes he made an active decision not to kill Lord Ishtar, thereby “forcing” Malik to do it in his stead (or a part of Malik), then Rishid has an incredibly strong reason to hide this. He feels responsible for the burden placed on Malik. He let Malik down, not only in failing to stop the ritual, but in failing to stop Lord Ishtar - his abuser’s - death.

By hiding the truth, Rishid never needs to confront his guilt over causing Malik pain.

Rishid can’t help but shake, shuddering from the cold guilt slathering in his gut: he should have killed Malik’s father before this, before he ever laid a hand on Malik, before this.

This is Rishid’s fault.

“The Other Malik did this,” [Isis] whispers… “He-”

Grasping Isis by her wrists tightly, Rishid begs: “Don’t let him know,”… Rishid curls his hands on her shoulders, shaking lightly. “Never tell him, never-” Isis’ eyes are wide, like Rishid could drown in them, “Never tell him.”

Isis nods… Rishid’s hold on her arms loosens, slowly but surely, but the guilt and shame is as tight as ever inside of Rishid. He can never allow Malik to know what his hands have done, Rishid will do anything to keep this from Malik. Rishid did this.

A. What does Rishid feel when Malik commits murder?

He feels guilt, he feels shame, he feels responsibility, he feels trapped. He wants to protect Malik, and he has failed before he has begun.


B. Why does he allow it?

If he stops Malik, Malik may learn the truth, and Rishid will do anything to keep that from Malik.