i came back to post this

So, I watched The OA back around Christmas and I’ve read a lot of reactions to it and something I’ve noticed is that while complaining about the mystery of the finale, not a single other person concluded a self fulfilling scenario. Everyone talks about how the shooting was a surprise or how they didn’t understand where it came from/that there was no build up to it and it made me wonder, did I rationalize the story of it to myself? Because here’s the thing: I think that Steve was the lynchpin of it all.

Now, bear with me.

Steve gets arguably more screentime and world building than the rest of the characters Prairie interacts with. Everything starts when Prairie first sees him messing around on a roof, and she SENSES something about him. She pursues HIM when seeking wifi. He’s the one she goes to to find people she can use in her “fight”.

He’s also shown to have a rage issue. Specifically, he gets jealous af and butt hurt over the possibility that his fuck buddy may be into another guy. There’s no explanation for why he singles out the guy that he does as the likely target of her affection, other than that he was the most gifted singer in the room. A singer who probably saw showchoir as an escape, as the most important thing in his life. And then Steve silences his voice and take away the nationals from him.

When I saw the shooter walking towards the cafeteria, I felt it in my gut. I knew who the kid was. Because often the kids that do those sorts of things are the ones who see no other option, they’ve been bullied to a point where that seems like the only response they can give. (Not something I am romanticizing or forgiving in any way.) And there’s only one known bully at that school.

And that’s why the finale of The OA fucked ME up. Because whether or not Prairie really was The OA, whether or not she had fantasized her NDEs and what went down with her imprisonment, she had rehabbed a bully and given him the tools to stop a monster of his own making. And somehow she had known it was necessary just from looking at him on a roof, late at night.

And that’s why when I watched the last episode, I laid awake in bed wondering what the hell I had just watched, because I no longer knew what was the real story I was supposed to have been watching.


[ 22nd January 2017 ] leave it up to me for not posting for a month lmao I’m sorry! I just came back from a planetshakers conference so my legs are now sore from jumping so much omg.
here’s last week’s spread that was done this week bcos I’m as inconsistent as ever 🙂
also thank you for 6K followers! never thought I would actually hit 1K let alone 6K so thank you thank you thank you 💕💕💕💕💕💕 I hope 2017 so far has been amazing for you!!

anonymous asked:

These pics (incl unseen pics of F at the Donny family home) trickling in on F's birthday from Daisy, Phoebe & now Fizzy's friend Tasha with Vans sneakers at the back yo imply Louis) definitely shows that it was preplanned since Dec 16. They left breadcrumbs like the back of F's head in Fizzy's snapchat to link back to now. I had expected Extra on this day & they'll delivering. I wonder if Louis agreeing to use the same baby at Donny for pics means they came to some deal how or when it would end.

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:Fizzys friend posted a pic of F at their home, a pic from the “earlier Christmas” and idk if we’re supposed to think the one with vans shoe is Louis but FIZZYS FRIEND POSTED A PIC BYE 😂

It was really planned lol I knew Fizzy’s friend hadn’t got in this for no reason and look at that now. No one randomly gets involved for nothing in this game 

ok so options for that random galra in the weblum, bc i dont believe for a minute they wont come back:

  • keiths mom. fairly obvious choice here, esp considering the meeting came directly after the revelation that keith is galra. we havent really seen much in the way of female galra (if at all?) so keith interpreting them as male could just be a red herring.
  • prince lotor. mostly bc hes a major galra figure that we havent met yet. why is a prince inside a weblum? who knows, maybe hes going through his rebellious phase. idfk.
  • matt holt. im running off memories of seeing the episode twice yesterday but didnt the galra seem… small?? kinda?? i might be misremembering. anyway maybe he was in disguise, trying to steal the skultrite (sp??) for the rebellion that rescued him?? and he didnt want to blow his cover bc he didnt know if he could trust them. shrug. just tossin out ideas here. on that note, could be sam holt as well (brainwashed?? the possibilities…)
  • someone new. i mean, theres no guarantee that it was a character we already know about. no guarantee theyll show up again either, for that matter, but like… why have them there at all then? there was enough other stuff in the season to establish Not All Galra are evil etc etc, and they didnt provide anything crucial to the mission, so…? theres more goin on there.

( Hey guys!!! How’ve you been?! :D I’ve missed you all so very much!!! i’m really really sorry for being gone so long! A lot of things happened in my life which prevented me keeping this blog active like it used to be, but don’t worry, i promise it will all be back to normal soon! ( possibly around late february, tbh… D: ) but anyways!!

I actually came online to ask if any of my followers were going to Katsucon this year? Because I WILL BE THERE!!! as far as i’m aware of, I’m going as Hisoka on Friday, so if you see me, SAY HI. SAY HI TO THE CLOWN MAN.

But yeah, if any of my plans change, i will let you know ASAP!

Guys i’m really really really really super sorry for being inactive! i promise you i’ll come back around late February, after the con, to do more Hisoka interactions with all of you! and PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU’RE GOING TO KATSU! so we can take pics together or whatever! :D thank you and love you all! ♥ )

I just came back from being out for ~14 hours at the Women’s March on Washington (!!!!), and I just wanted to give a huge shout-out to @eclecticmuses 

if you’ve been reading Side By Side at all, y’all owe her a huge thank you, bc today I was stuck out for 6+ hours without any cell signal, so during a random five minute burst of connectivity, I texted her my acct info and she went into AO3 FOR me to post this week’s chapter.

send her love, guys, she did us all a real solid today! <3 

Vaccinations in Post-Apocalyptic Worlds

So you know how anti-vaxxers basically caused measles to come back? And how people who were “immune” to measles got it after being exposed to a non-vaxxed with it?

Basically, in apocalyptic fiction, with limited medical supplies, shouldn’t there be some outbreaks of old diseases? Take Fallout for example (this is where I came up with the idea), where there’s little medical resources aside from settlement doctors and Followers of the Apocalypse posts. Even then, they struggle to come up with proper supplies, and vaults are the only stable and clean environments.

You could easily set up a story where another “Black Plague” is surging. I still have yet to see any fiction explicitly showing this, however. And I mean instead of being the focus of a work, like the world went to shit for other reasons, and some new disease came by. I want an old disease to come back after something catastrophic already happened, in order to add tension. Like, you’ve got all these characters focusing on leading a rebellion or trying to reestablish civilization and then something as unforeseen and seemingly tiny as whooping cough bites them in the ass.

It was a nice little spot off Route 66. A little eatery with a bar, with good food and drinks all around. They stopped in every time they came down this way. It had been a good day’s ride, and they all were in good spirits. At least until Jack opened the door, then took a half-step back.

Curious, Tex stuck his head in and saw there was only one customer in, sitting at the bar. A grin lit his face. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the crazy beatnik.” He supposed he couldn’t blame his boys for being apprehensive. Getting schooled so badly by one guy had to have stung.

Beatnik turned his head in surprise at Tex’s voice. “Maybe,” was all he said before turning back around. and slumping over.

Okay, that seemed a bit unusual. Tex walked in and sat down next to him. He was sitting with his head in his crossed arms, staring at the amber liquid in front of him. “So whatcha drinking?” Tex asked while the boys filed in.

“I’m not. Under 21, man. Like, I’m just staring at it moodily.” At no point did he break gaze with the glass.

“Seems a waste of a drink.” Under 21, really? Dang, that had to make that loss sting a little more. Tex ordered a milkshake of his own, then turned his attention back to his friend. True he didn’t even know the guy’s name, but he had saved his life during the race and they had fought off velociraptors together. That was enough for a friendship in his book. “So what’s eating you alive so badly you came to a restaurant and don’t even plan to eat?”

He opened his mouth a few times, as if trying to find the right words, then shook his head. “Like, I think I might be a bad person.”

That was…unexpected. “Seems to me most folks who are bad people don’t really care about that fact.”
“Maybe,” he just shrugged. “I don’t seem to care when it’s happening. Just afterwards.”

“Anger issues?” Tex suggested. It didn’t seem right, though. Beatnik had been cool as a cucumber when he took out his posse.

He laughed at this. A bitter sound that seemed wrong coming from him. “More like fear issues, man.”

“You didn’t seem much afraid in La Serana.”

That was the problem! Or maybe that was just showing the problem. I don’t know.” He finally moved his gaze from the glass, moving it instead to the ceiling. “You were scared, right? When you went over the side of the cliff?”

“Hard not to be,” Tex agreed.

“Imagine feeling that way all the time. But your mind doesn’t know why, so you like, come up with reasons. Scared of spiders, scared of lightning, scared of macrame because your brain doesn’t know what’s scaring it so bad. I lived with it for most of my life, but it got worse. We came to La Serana to relax because my fear finally hit the point where I stopped functioning all together. I just shut down, man. And for the first time in my life I got treatment. For the first time since I was four I wasn’t afraid- and I became a huge jerk! That hot dog was an accident man. I should have just apologized. But I escalated it into a brawl. Faith’s dinner got smashed up and I can’t even tell you why I did it. And worse, I was a jerk to my friends. They’ve always stood by me. And I hate how I spoke to them. I wanted to believe that ‘Brave Me’ wasn’t me, but…”

Okay, this ran a little deeper than Tex was expecting. Most times he’d seen people in that state, it was because of a breakup or something. “You said it was the first time you weren’t scared since you were four. What happened then?”

“Kidnapped and mentally tortured.”

Tex wasn’t much one for cursing. His Gramma taught him if you needed to swear to make an impact, you weren’t saying anything worth hearing. But he couldn’t help the word that slipped from his lips. He heard the boys shuffling uncomfortably in their seats behind him.

“He took me because we had something in common. He wanted to make me like him and now I’m starting to wonder if, like, under all my fear, he succeeded.”

“Seems to me like you’re being hard on yourself. Going from all fear to no fear a big switch. Most treatments have side effects that make people cranky. Coulda been something like that.”

“Except I wasn’t under any kind of treatment the second time. There’s no excuse, I just got mad.”

Tex took a long sip out of his milkshake, debating if he wanted to go further with this. It was a lot to deal with, not to mention he was pretty sure Beatnik was completely oblivious to the fact that he was talking loud enough that the rest of his boys were clearly hearing everything. But at the same time he seemed to need to talk about this, and sometimes it was easier to talk to someone you didn’t know as well. “What happened the second time?”

“This guy drugged us. He used this stuff that messes with your brain so, like, all you can feel is fear. It didn’t affect me, I mean that’s just how I normally am. But it got my friends. They just…dropped.” He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, the pain evident on his face. “I got them out, countered the drug, and after Fred called for help I went back in. And put the guy in the hospital.”


The Beatnik’s head shot up and looked at him in shock.

“Maybe it’s cause I live by the rules of the road, but out here your posse is you family and you look out for each other. Someone did that to any of my guys, I’d do the same you did.”

Why was he suddenly looking so nerv-oh. “A fight’s a bit different. I heard from Jack what happened. You’re not the only one who escalated things. Jack’s the one who got physical first and you gave them a chance to back down. They didn’t take it. All fair.”

“And you know, ‘Brave You’ had nothing to gain from pulling me up from that ledge. But you did it anyway. You also saw your friends through that cave of snakes, and, from the sounds of it, got them safe before you went after that guy. So even if your acting more aggressive than you think you should, you helped people first and foremost. I think that right there shows you aren’t a bad person.”

Beatnik shook his head a bit, not in disagreement, more like he was chasing a thought. “Maybe,” he answered again. This time, though, there was some emotion in the voice. It gave Tex hope that what he said was getting through to him.

Any further reaction was hidden when the door slammed open. In strode a man dressed like what Tex thought of as 'Hollywood Cowboy’, Big hat, big boots, leather gun holster with a new gun, and looked like he wouldn’t know a cow from a bull. He walked right in like he owned the place, grabbed Shaggy’s drink and downed it in one gulp.

His eyes immediately swept the room and Tex knew he was looking for approval. He wanted the bikers to see how tough he was, to be impressed by him. Tex was the opposite of impressed, and he was sure the boys were too.

“Let’s get out of here,” Tex put some bills on the counter to pay for him milkshake and stood up. He put a hand on the Beatnik’s shoulder, trying to let him know he should come with him. The guy needed help, more than probably most professionals could give, but staying here by himself would only make things worse. Thankfully his friend got up almost immediately.

“What, think your milkshake-loving sissy ass is too good for me?” the man sneered.

Tex looked back. “You kicked the door in and stole a man’s drink.” The newcomer hadn’t known it’s owner had no intention of drinking it, after all. “And for some reason, expect us to respect you for it? I got better things to do with my day.” Tex could almost feel his boys getting rowdy. And at this point he wouldn’t mind taking a pot shot at the guys jaw. but his friend already felt bad about one place getting busted up.

Tex heard the gunshot but it took him a moment to connect it to anything else. Then suddenly he was on the ground, his chest on fire. and Beatnik and Mick were looking over him.

“I’ll shoot, I swear it!” The man was screaming again. Tex could hear the fear in his voice, but that didn’t make him any less dangerous. Cornered animals were the worst.

“Can we help him?” Beatnik asked.

“Not by ourselves, we need to get him to a hospital.” There was panic in Mick’s voice too. But Beatnik didn’t seem to be paying attention to Mick.

“Get every…one out,” Tex gasped. It was only a matter of time before he fired again, and he wanted his boys out of the way.

Mick started to pull Tex out, but Beatnik placed his hand over the exit wound and it began to glow golden yellow. Tex felt something he couldn’t quite name wash over him, then felt the bullet wound knit itself together.

“I am focusing!” Beatnik snapped, though no one had said anything to him. “This is hard, man”

“W-What are you doing? Stop that, freak!” The gunman sounded even more panicked than Mick did.

“You handle shields. I can’t stop now.”

Again Tex couldn’t see who he was talking to, but sure enough a yellow shield surrounded them. He heard a bullet ricochet off at and didn’t know if he was relieved the shield held or afraid there was more lead in the air.

He wasn’t sure if it was a few seconds or an hour when the pain faded into nothing. Beatnik leaned backwards, landing on the floor, apparently out of breath. Tex reached up and touched where the gunshot wound was. Some blood got on his fingers, but there was no hole, not even the roughness of a scar.

Then Beatnik was back on his feet, his eyes glowing with the same golden yellow as his hands had held. His clothes seemed to be fading back and forth from the green and red he had worn before to something yellow and black, though Tex couldn’t see all the details. Beatnik reached forward and the shield dissolved. A golden hand shot out from his and grabbed the gun, flinging it away.

Unarmed, the gunman shrieked and tried to back away into the bar. “S-Stay back!~” Beatnik raised his hand, the golden energy forming something else.

“So how do you want this to end?” Tex stood up.

“What?” Hearing him startled Beatnik out of whatever thoughts he was having and most of the glow around him faded, though his eyes were still shining.

“This is your show; what do you want to do? Rough him up a bit? Scare him good? Let him go? Or do you want to make sure he never gets the chance to hurt anyone ever again?”

“I -what I want to do?” That seemed to stall him a moment, then he shook his head. “Like, what I want to do doesn’t matter.” He waved his hand and the gunman screamed in terror as golden chains wrapped around him. “It’s not up to me, it’s up to the police.”

His answer was met with applause, but not by Tex or any of the bikers. Instead it a man in a red costume leaning against the door frame. “Good choice. Actually, best choice.”

“Flash?” Beatnik gulped. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Come on Kid, you know we’ve been monitoring that ring of yours, especially after what you did to the Scarecrow. Not that I completely dissaprove of that, but a little more finesse would have helped.”

Tex found himself raising an eyebrow. So it wasn’t just a random guy Beatnik put in the hospital, but an actual supervillain? Of course Beatnik wasn’t without surprises of his own, it seemed.
“I’ll be taking this guy to jail; you need to get to a phone. If I know Bats, he already knows you were involved in a gunfight and won’t believe you’re okay until he looks you over himself.”

“Okay, I feel better now,” Joey muttered. “What?! Sure we got handled by one guy back then. But it’s a guy who can fight supervillains and knows the Justice League. That’s not embarrassing, I mean look at how many people those guys can take down at once.”

There were nods of assent and relief. Flash shot Beatnik a look he just shrugged off.

“So, like, I shouldn’t tell them I couldn’t do any of that until after La Serena, right?” Beatnik whispered, just loud enough for Tex to hear.

The biker laughed.


Beatnik had left shortly after that, presumable to contact Batman. The regular police had come and they gave their statements, but were asked not to leave town for a few days. It was hard to resist the call of the road, but it was worth it to make sure the guy who shot him got his due. And hopefully that would give some peace of mind to the man who’d saved his life twice now.
If they met a third time, Tex would really need to get his name.

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Edit: I seriously thought I posted this back when you gave it to me, imagine my surprise when I saw it sitting in my drafts… FAIL

OMG, Phantom that is amazing!! What a terrific story and *cuddles the poor Shaggy* I love the part where Tex was wondering who Shaggy was talking to when he was talking to Ring! It was amazing and I adored Flash just out and out saying Bats was going to be all worried about him. Because we know Batman has pretty much gone ‘these kids are mine. You no touchy!’

This is a wonderful story and really shows how poor Shaggy is effected by the things that happen to him. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

anonymous asked:

Forgetting those other comments and focusing on your Return! I finally Came back from a trip and I was waiting to hear from you again just scrolling tumblr just waiting and I finally get home and I see you post it was like literally no joke time stopped (ZA WORADO) I had to see for myself! Thank you for taking the time and giving your talent to write to people it always makes me smile Welcome back!!! its GREATO DAZE!! P;^D

aaaah i’m trying to it post anything about “that” anymore so i don’t start shit but this is so nice?? thank you!!! it means the world to me that my writing means something to you and everyone else ☺️


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If Jane Austen wrote The Empire Strikes Back:

He dueled him for many a long minute, and then trapping him at the end of a gantry, removed his hand from his wrist. Luke was surprised, but said not a word beyond his cry of pain. After a silence of several minutes, Vader came towards him in an agitated manner, and thus began,

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to offer you a place at my side to throw down the Emperor and reign over this galaxy.”

Luke’s astonishment was beyond expression. He stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This Vader considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of ambition.

“You do not yet realize your importance, and only now have begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy.” 

In spite of his deeply-rooted dislike, Luke could not be insensible to the compliment of such a Sith Lord’s offer, though his intentions did not vary for an instant. He attempted to compose himself to answer Vader with patience as per the training Yoda had attempted to, but the pain from the end of his arm and the longstanding list of offenses against his friends gave Luke great trouble in this manner, and he replied thusly,

“In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot – I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I will never join you.”

Darth Vader, who was leaning against the railing of the gantry with the gaze of his mask fixed on Luke’s face, seemed to catch his words with no less resentment than surprise. His fist tightened with anger, and the disturbance of his mind was visible in every movement. He was struggling for the appearance of composure, and would not speak, till he believed himself to have attained it. The pause was to Luke’s feelings dreadful. At length, in a voice of forced calmness, he said,

“And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.”

“I might as well enquire,” replied Luke, “why, with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to hand me this offer after removing my own? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my own feelings decided against you, had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the offer of the Sith Lord, who has been the means of hunting my friends across the galaxy?”

He paused, and saw with no slight indignation that Vader was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse.

“Can you deny that you have done it?” Luke asked.

With assumed tranquillity he then replied, “I have no wish of denying it. I have done everything in my power to crush the Rebellion and rejoice in my successes.“

Luke disdained the appearance of noticing this civil reflection, but its meaning did not escape, nor was it likely to conciliate, him.

"But it is not merely this affair,” Luke continued, “on which my dislike is founded. Long before it had taken place, my opinion of you was decided. Your character was unfolded in the recital which I received many months ago from Obi-Wan Kenobi. On this subject, of my father, what can you have to say?”

“You took an eager interest in that Jedi’s explanations,” said Vader in a less tranquil tone, and with a heightened colour.

“Who that knows what his understanding of the Force has been, can help feeling an interest in his worldview?”

“The Force” repeated Darth Vader contemptuously; “yes, the Light Side of the Force is great indeed. I am convinced in my knowledge that Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”

“He told me enough,” cried Luke with energy. “You have long ago killed him!”

“No” said Vader, as he leaned across the railing towards Luke, “I am your father. Examine your feelings; you know it to be true.”

Luke felt himself growing more ashamed at this revelation, and despite his utmost efforts, a distraught denial left his mouth.

“You can destroy the Emperor,” continued Vader. “He has forseen this, and this is the estimation that I hold you in: it is your destiny. If you would but join me, together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me; it is the only way.”

Trapped as he was on the end of the gantry, it was clear what decision lay ahead for Luke, and again his intentions remained unaltered. With a calm descending upon him, Luke spoke with composure when he said,

“You are mistaken, Vader, if you suppose that your entrapment of me will mean the entrapment of my loyalty. From the very beginning, your actions, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your murders, and your imprisonment and torture of a young woman, were such as to form so immoveable a dislike that I had not known you a day before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to call father.”

To conclude his statement, and provide great shock to Vader, Luke stepped off the gantry.

@epix-elle​, this is the result of your “Darcy Vader” comment

I accidentally left my ps4 on and forgot about it and left the boys standing there, and by the time i came back four in-game days had passed and the last photo i got was this picture of prompto

He looks so upset


“Wtf dude. Four days without food. How could you?”

My speciality in life is the analysis of fictional relationships that I can only hope for.

First of all, Makkachin gave me a heart-attack last week so look at him all healthy and so excited to see Yuuri.  We also know that this was a phenomenal episode when #savemakkachin2k16 wasn’t the first thing on our minds as I make him the first thing on this post.

Sliding over from Makkachin’s adorable face is Viktor’s tired one. This is a man who just came back from roughly 20 hours of flight time with probably minimal sleep because on the way to Japan he’d been concerned about Makkachin and back to Russia he was worried about how Yuuri was going to do without him.  This was the first time since he became Yuuri’s coach that he left him to go out there alone.  He asked Yakov to step in but we all know that Yuuri’s life energy and drive is almost entirely dependent on how much Viktor he’s getting.  Viktor’s face is one of tiredness, worry, and he’s been thinking a lot of how he can be a better coach to Yuuri.  

They both run to each other immediately.  It’s like episode 7 all over again but this time they don’t meet on the ground in a beautiful kiss.  There’s a certain desperation in each others’ eyes that makes this even more intimate.  They only see each other even when the entire world is staring.

This is obviously not some normal, casual student-coach relationship.  This is two people who are entirely in love with each other.  They’ve been apart for less than 24 hours and they crave the touch of the other so much.  I’m crying someone hold me like Viktor holds Yuuri.

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