i can't be the only one who made this connection right

Someone else on tumblr pointed out that PASSENGERS might have been a more meaningful movie if it was about just THE ONE person dealing with being alone on the ship for the rest of their life.  And if, to cope, they go through and make it a point to learn everything they can about all of the other people on the ship.

And I just keep thinking about this idea.

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Erased

This is a story BASED ON the Lost Lance AU which BELONGS TO @kaxpha
which is AMAZING and everyone should check it out. This particular one-shot which is longer than I thought it’d be is based on this post and this animatic.

This is one of my favorite klance AUs ever, because you can just tell the sheer amount of thought and effort that went into it. I hope I was able to do it justice.

aNYWAY here it is. Sorry, I’m posting this later than I originally planned.


Lance’s leg was bent at an awkward angle, and every time he got the nerve to look at it just made him feel worse than before. 

Hunk had suffered a few bruised ribs at the very least, and it was likely Pidge received a minor concussion. One of Shiro’s legs had been grazed by a laser, and Keith seemed to be the only one of the five of them who could still stand on two feet.

But Lance couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt happier. Because they’d finally done it.

They’d taken down Prince Lotor, heir to the all-powerful Galra empire. He kneeled on the ground, hands clutching his stomach. Lance couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at that— he was the one to land a shot there.

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The rebellion members, paladins and symbolism

I can’t believe my first post EVER is going to be an analysis inspired by an edit.

(sorry in advance for any grammar errors, this isn’t my first language)

So, has anyone noticed how each alien race that joined the resistance so far kind of represent each paladin minus Shiro?

  • Galra (rebel)s: Keith
  • Mermaids: Lance
  • Balmeras: Hunk
  • Olkarins: Pidge

(Idk if Arusians are actually countable since they’re really primitives)

And then there’s Shiro. That poor guy doesn’t even have an alien race who represents him.

…or does he?

Before we go further, let’s point out how each of those alien races represent not only The paladins, but also their elements (and their Lions, kinda):

  • Galras, who are connected to Keith were in posses of the Red lion in ep1, and I can’t remember where, but I’m sure at one point in an episode there were both fire and the Galra empire in the same place, I think it was when they destroyed Altea I guess?
  • Mermaids, Lance, Water, Blue being op in the water and unlocking her power-up there. Need something else?
  • Balmeras, again, Hunk, earth, maybe no power-up here but he unlocked it when he was saving those guys in s2 trying to hold the earth in its place while they were waiting for emo and princess
  • Olkarins, Pidge, forest, unlocked power. I think you understood the point

Shiro Is The Black Paladin, whom we Can all agree that represents space, and he’s without doubts the team leader (S2 final doesn’t fool me, I know he’ll be back), and which is that one race whose only survivors are travelling across space and are the leaders of the rebellion?

Yep. You got it. Alteans.

And it fits, doesn’t it? The leader of the team who use the only weapon that Can defeat the Galra Empire being represented by the alien race leader of the rebellion.Besides, a parallelism:

Both Shiro and Altea were “destroyed” by Galras, and now they’re both fighting against it (Altea intended as Coran, Allura and the Castle), recovering from their loss, but still kind of connected trought something to those purple furries (Shiro and his arm, Alteans and Zarkon as exBPaladin and Haggar or Lotor maybe? I hope they get a good background). Besides, it’s not really new this symbolism kinda thing on Voltron (S1e6 bg, Shiro’s right arm being Galra and Keith being the right arm of Voltron, and so goes on. I know these are seen more like jokes, but someone can wish)

One more thing: I’ve seen an Altean!Shiro / Druid!Shiro theory and I’m 90% sure that I reblogged it (I’ll put the link later but right now I can’t due to pc problems but it was made by @smolsarcasticraspberry) so this ramble sort of connects to that? Kinda? Because if him, who we said that represents Altea, whom is permanently damaged by Galras but is fighting back, turns out as Altean, then his heritage, his arm and his PTSD and his fight against it would form a giant-ass physical representation of the twisted story of these poor humanoid, pointy-ears and shapeshifting aliens.

(Besides, this could mean more Shallura so everyone’s happy)

Sorry if I made some grammar mistakes, but english isn’t my first language and I’m not that old to be super-fluent, but I wanted to express my thoughts on this since I’ve never seen a post mentioning this.

anonymous asked:

Your Keith study is lovely! If you don't mind a further question, I was wondering what you think of what some call cruel or inconsistent: that he said "I'm just thinking like a paladin" about the Allura rescue mission being risky, but also "We're paladins of Voltron, we can't just leave people to die even if they are Galra" about Weblum Galra. I never saw the first as Keith not caring, just stating the risk of delivering Voltron to Zarkon (and Allura agreed), but would love to know your take!

That can be summarized as several traits I stated within the analysis.

First: as mentioned, Keith can have a case of tunnel vision. When he sets himself to a goal, he wants to stick to that as efficiently as possible and this can make him not really consider other elements.

I think that it’s also a matter of, in general, he tends to be cynical about how situations are going to pan out-

Shiro sends him to find Red alone? “By myself?” he says, clearly unconvinced.

Hunk urges Keith to tell the Balmerans they can do this. “Can we?”

Faced with the prospect of going after Allura, his point is not “we don’t need Allura” it’s “If we go, we’ll lose and Zarkon will get Voltron.” To me, it reads less as “we shouldn’t save Allura” and more as “I don’t think we can, and trying is just going to make things worse.”

What a lot of people don’t seem to consider here is that first, when the team makes the decision to go, Keith goes along with it, and he’s the one during that mission to personally throw himself into close combat with Zarkon knowing he’s outmatched to try and make sure everyone gets out of there. As much as Keith doesn’t like the idea, he commits to it regardless.

People also don’t seem to consider that an entire season passes between that, and the Weblum. What people are calling inconsistency or hypocrisy, I’m much more inclined to call character development.

Everybody’s getting more into the swing of the hero thing. An episode later we see how far Pidge has come from her attitude of “nothing can compromise my personal mission even if that means Shiro and I are stuck here with something dangerous barreling towards us” to in Beta Traz, where she does everything for her team first- and then sets up the search afterwards and leaves it to run in the background.

Of course Keith is going to feel more optimistic about helping people now, because all the times the team has ultimately overridden his concerns and chosen to bash in and save everyone anyway… it worked out. The Balmera, the answer to “can we?” was a resounding yes. Fighting Zarkon’s main fleet, everyone made it away with all their limbs and Lions intact.

I also really don’t think we’ve seen any indication Keith hates Allura. People have tried to judge things like his facial expressions or body language and I feel the need to just hold up a sign like- Keith reads heavily as autistic, and in practice, he’s super awkward with people. What stays with me a lot more than the blank expression he catches Allura with in the pods is that he spent the entirety of s2e6 opening to and connecting with Allura, that if the fleet had come after them, Keith had every intention of staying with Allura.

And with the Weblum Galra, we see that in general, Keith feels more willing to make a gamble on it. Furthermore, WG isn’t really a comparable situation because Keith isn’t faced with the prospect of potentially going through hell to save them- he’s already in the Weblum for a different reason. Of course he’s going to be more blase about a situation that has a lot less mortal peril involved.

Also, it strikes me as odd to suggest Keith doesn’t care as a virtue of they don’t think he’s that close to Allura when… hey remember Arus? Remember how Keith was one of the people who wanted to stay on Arus and fight Sendak head on because he didn’t want to risk Sendak destroying Arus and coming after them? Or how he was quietly but overtly on board with helping Rolo and Nyma? 

TL;DR: It’s a lot of factors, nothing about how Keith approaches the situation afterwards suggests he doesn’t think it was worth it, the Weblum Galra is not the only person Keith’s ever been nice to outside the team. Instead it’s evidence that he’s becoming more optimistic about actually being able to help people. His voting against going after Allura in season 1 wasn’t fitting a pattern of being callous, it was fitting a pattern where he tends to be more cynical than the rest of the team about potential outcomes.

It doesn’t really matter if he wants to save Allura if his point is “Allura is smack in the middle of a death zone, and if we go there, we will be very dead, and I’m sure Allura will deeply appreciate that we flung our corpses at her.” To the rest of the team, it seems cold- because to the rest of the team (and they’re ultimately right) there’s a good chance they can actually make it and Keith’s suggestion throws away that chance.

I just find it very hard to believe a read on Keith that features him just not caring about someone where it’s shown her opinion means a huge deal to him, and also like… this is Keith the flagrant abandonment issues guy. Things were afoot in that interaction but “screw Allura, actually, she got herself into that situation” was not one of them, I think.

anonymous asked:

Fremione! "I can't believe you talked me into this"

Everything was ready. The plan was flawless and they’d been going over it for weeks. Today was the day, today it was finally going to happen.

And then, hopefully, George would shut his big fat mouth.

Fred’s face couldn’t help but contort into a blissful grin as he envisioned a future where his brother and Angelina finally got together, meaning that Fred finally got to go ten seconds without hearing his twin talking about how amazing Angelina was or having him ask Fred if he too had noticed the confidence she carried now as their team captain.

Ugh …

Instead, Fred held out hope that the two of them getting together would mean less talk and more snog, strange as that might sound. But if it was for the greater good! Even Lee, who never shied away from expressing admiration for any lady, was growing tired of the rambles of a lovesick idiot.

It was near Christmas and mistletoes existed in abundance, but the one Fred had designed was engineered to nail down anyone who stepped underneath and wouldn’t let go until they’d kissed properly—as in none of that friendly peck on the cheeks nonsense. There would be no room for misinterpretation. All that remained was for Lee to steer the lovebirds to stand beneath the archway on the fourth floor. It was secluded and quite romantic with its view of the snow-covered grounds and the looming sunset. It was the perfect setting for his plan …

“Fred?”

Fred startled, flying up from his crouched position where he’d been peeking around the corner to where the archway was, and turned around meeting Hermione Granger’s suspicious gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Recovering from the surprise, Fred plastered on the most innocent smile available in his repertoire. “Hermione,” he said, “good evening.”

She wasn’t fooled and crossed her arms, making her robes move and call attention to the shining Prefect badge on her chest. “What are you up to?”

“I—“ There was a tingling sensation and Fred stopped in horror. He looked to the side, with Hermione following his move, and as he’d predicted, there was his brother. But he wasn’t alone.

“Angelina?” Hermione’s frown from before let up and was replaced with a look of surprise. “I thought you were on your way to the Quidditch pitch?”

Angelina grimaced. Fred could hear the gears in Hermione’s brain working next to him, attempting to discern the cause of Angelina’s guilt-ridden face.

Fred addressed his brother, “George, tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

George—who unlike Angelina bore no signs of feeling bad—smirked. “I did nothing that you hadn’t already planned on doing to me, Freddie.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” grumbled Angelina as the twins were fighting a battle with their eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes bulged. “What? What is happening, Angelina? Why can’t I move?”

Fred broke away from glaring at his brother and pointed up, sighing, “Mistletoe.”

Hermione groaned. “Merlin …”

“Now, we’re merciful enough to not gather you an audience, but hopefully this’ll remind you to not meddle,” said George, catching Fred’s attention again.

“Meddle?”

Fred ignored Hermione’s questioning eyes, knowing that she wanted to know how much he was to blame for their situation. He instead busied himself shouting obscenities at his brother, who did nothing but wave unconcernedly whilst walking away, Angelina trailing behind him and sending a last ‘sorry’ Hermione’s way.  

Once they were around the corner and out of sight, Fred stopped his shouting but continued cursing his twin in his mind. If they had the connection everyone always claimed they had, then George would be hearing him loud and clear.

“What do we do now?” Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

“There’s nothing to do,” admitted Fred, facing her at last. “This thing isn’t going to let up until we’ve done as told.”

“I can’t believe someone with your genius didn’t build in a failsafe.”

“Failsafe?” asked Fred, hint of a smile growing wider, “And excuse me, did you say genius?”

Hermione ignored him, “Failsafe, as in a code word in case you wanted to abort the mission.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know—perhaps for situations like this one!”

Fred grinned, “You know, we could really use brains like yours developing products.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, which did nothing to hide the fact that the flattery had got to her, “This is not the time to try and recruit me. Honestly, what are we going to do?”

Fred took some time to think, going over the various precautions he’d taken to ensure that whoever ended up beneath the mistletoe wouldn’t be able to get out. There really was nothing else to do but … He swallowed at the thought. This was not how he’d imagined this would go. He’d built up this image of what he was going to do for so long now that the fact that reality had caught up with him made him question everything. Surely, Hermione couldn’t be looking at him with those gorgeous and clever brown eyes of hers, asking him for a solution. Surely, she wasn’t standing so close that he could feel the warmth of her against his front (he forgot that this was because of the gravitation spell he’d cast on the mistletoe) and that he could count the freckles on her nose that were infinitely fewer than his. Surely, she wasn’t there for him to kiss. It was insane. It was preposterous. But somehow, it was reality.

Hermione spoke then, her eyes taking on an amused glint, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless.”

Fred couldn’t help it, he chuckled. “You do have that effect on me.” He summoned some courage and willed his hand to move a lock of hair behind her ear.

To his delight, a furious blush appeared on the witch’s face. “I …erm, that is …”

“Look,” said Fred, “there really only is one way to get away from this mistletoe and …I’m  afraid that—“

“Fred, I’d rather give you a small kiss than stand here any longer, so perhaps we should just get it over with.” Hermione’s face remained red, but she looked determined. Fred felt sorry as soon as he told her it wouldn’t be that easy, and watched her determination faltered.

“Bloody hell, I need to build one of those failsafes next time.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded in agreement. “All right, we should …we should just go ahead. And do it. I mean, do the kissing. That.”

Fred let out a long breath. “All right. Try to not fall in love with me after this, Granger,” he added with a wink to cover up how nervous he was.

To his surprise this made Hermione’s eyes widen in horror. Something inside Fred stirred at the look. “Granger?” he asked. “…Hermione?”

“I …” Hermione avoided looking at him now. She shook her head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s just do this and you can leave to do your pranks.”

Something wasn’t quite right, but before Fred could ask what was wrong, Hermione had grabbed him by his tie and crushed her lips against him.

At first, there was surprise. Then, amazement at the feel of her soft mouth caressing his and the way her body molded itself against him, making him clutch her tighter at the waist with one hand and tangling into her hair with the other. And after that, Fred’s sense made a slow return and he noticed the desperation emanating from the girl he was kissing. The only girl he’d wanted to kiss for months now. But somehow, he didn’t think she knew that. So he made sure she knew.

Hermione made a startled noise as his kiss deepened, but he could feel confusion gradually replace the emotions from before. After a while, the two of them broke apart gasping for air and Hermione’s eyes searched frantically over his face.

“Fred,” she asked, her eyebrows pulling close together, “are you …?”

“Yes,” he said, determined to meet her uncertain gaze as steadily as he could. “For a long time now.”

“Bloody hell,” she breathed. And then she pulled him close again, neither of them noticing that the mistletoe above them had burst into colours before disappearing.

o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

“It’s worse than I imagined,” Lee groaned, watching Fred and Hermione. He righted himself and looked back at Angelina and George standing next to him behind the wall. “But hopefully this’ll put a stop to his ramblings, the lovesick idiot that he is.”

I Can't Believe I'm-No, We're Doing This (Cisco Ramon X Reader)

NSFW! SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT MENTALLY MATURE! (I’m not gonna judge you 13 year olds who want some of Cisco.) Christ my future jobs are gonna find this. And this isn’t even good smut, it’s the first time I’ve posted smut. Damn me and my sexual frustration. I hope you all are satisfied.
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“Stop teasing him (Y/N). All the low tops and short skirts are driving that man crazy.” Barry laughed, shaking his head.

I giggled, glancing at Cisco from the left side of the cortex. He tried to hide that he was staring, but failed, quite badly.

“I’m not even wearing anything that bad Barry. Just a tank top and leggings.” I said innocently, flicking my gaze back to Cisco’s flustered form.

“Leggings two sizes too small, and a tank top that literally has everything hanging out. Class, not sass (Y/N).”

Caitlin walked to stand next to us, a tray of samples in her hand. Her comment had me in a fit of giggles,
Nearly knocking myself over. Suddenly, a thought came to my head.

“If I stole him away for maybe 20-30 minutes, do you guys promise to try and not find us.” I whispered, my grin widening at their nods. Barry nodded at me, before dragging Caitlin away.
I ruffled my hair, getting quite giddy at the prospects.

Alright, I’ve only done this a few times, so I was still rusty. But hey, I can be sexy if I want too. And if my boyfriend didn’t find me sexy, we were gonna have a problem.

I walked towards the computers, leaning my body against the back so I was looking down at Cisco. The rail just presented my boobs even more.

“Ciscoooo.” I sang, watching with a loving smile as he flicked his eyes up and caught my figure.

“You sing like that again and I’ll fuck you till you can’t stand.”

My heart sped at his words, watching as he began to rub his temples in an attempt to concentrate. So loyal to his work, one of the many more reasons to love him.

My inner self was practically drooling at what he said, wanting him to have at it right now, not caring about who saw. I had to calm myself, clearing my throat to catch his attention. His looked at me again, practically daring me to try anything.

“Ciscoooo please don’t ignore me.” I purred, letting the notes role off of my tongue. I was shocked when he stood out of his chair suddenly, walking around the computers to grab my hand.

“I warned you.” He said, dragging me out of the cortex. As we left, I caught sight of Barry throwing a thumbs up.

As we entered the hallway, he slammed me against the wall, the lust dancing in his eyes as he scanned my body hungrily. This side of him drove me wild. The silly side had basically just jumped into a bush to watch as the more hungry side too over. He leaned forward slowly, just to tease me more.

“Did you seriously do all of that this week just to rile me up?” He asked, the more inquisitive voice of his returning. I nodded, biting my lip to suppress a grin. He shook his head, grinning, before finally slamming his lips to mine.

This was not other kiss he’d ever given. This was lust filled, hungry, and powerful. And I sure as hell wanted to know what else he could do. I moaned softly into the contact, trying to press my body further up against his. His movements were calculated, precise, like he knew every trigger that would make me lose it.

The slight grinding, the growling, the hand placement. It was as if he just watched me, trying to see what would get a reaction from me. Damn, was he right about it all.

After five minutes of just pulling at the rubber band that connected our two primal instincts, waiting for it to snap, I pulled back.

“Let’s go back to your lab.” I suggested with a whisper. The smile that appeared on his face clearly indicated his thoughts.

“Lead the way Princess.”

I slipped out from underneath him, sprinting down the hallway towards his office. I heard his footsteps following close behind, and the feeling of excitement that was building in my core was insane. The less rational side of me wanted him to fuck me senseless in the hallway, but we both knew that was a horrible idea.

Just as I stepped through his door, I felt him run in, slamming the door. Before I could turn around, he had his arms around his waist, and he sat me hungrily down on one of his tables. He just swiped stuff off of the desk, letting it crash to the floor.

“So when Harry does it, you get ticked. But when it’s me, you don’t care?” I teased, tangling one of my hands in his hair.

“If it means I can do this every time, I will break every object in this room.”

I giggled, bringing his head back to mine, pressing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and along his jaw. When I got to his ear, I bit down gently, causing his to moan my name quietly.

He started tugging at my shirt, and I finally allowed him to pull it off. Nothing too fancy, just a soft pink bra laid under my shirt. Suddenly, my head traveled to my imperfections, leaving Cisco alone with my shell.

“Princess?” He asked, recognizing the look in my eyes. He used to get this way, judging the many things that made up him. He hated that point in his life, and to see his girlfriend’s expression hold the same sadness, it crushed him.

“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” He said finally, pulling the my head into his hands. I snapped out of my gaze, finally falling back to earth.

“Stop it. I know that gaze anywhere. Judgment. Regret. Just stop. Everything about you is absolutely perfect. No one can tell you otherwise.” He said, rubbing his thumb in circles on my side, in a calming gesture.

“You are the most incredibly perfect woman I have ever met, and I should say something. I’m the guy about to make you scream my name.”

The loving grin that followed after almost immediately had my spirits lifted. I just giggled, shaking my head before bringing myself back close to him.

(Christ on a Bike, it’s my first smut. End me.)

The feeling of soft, yet calloused hands making there way into the hem of the leggings I wore, catching on the edge of the underwear I currently had on caused me to hum in excitement. Cisco’s kisses gave me the extra boost, not wanting to wait much longer.

Go big or go home, I guess.

I suddenly kicked off my shoes, before pulling the leggings I had on swiftly off. I was now left in nothing but my bra and underwear, while Cisco, the little cheater, still had everything on. I grinned, moving to try and unbuckle his pants, but I was stopped by him literally bending me backwards until I laid flat against the desk.

He had my heart rate through the roof from his smile alone, but the feeling of something pressing to the space in between my legs had me breathless. Cisco moved his hand slowly, trying to make sure every inch of me was explored beneath his grasp.

I was putty in his hands, moaning his name increasingly more and more with each movement of his fingers that he made. I hadn’t even seen him unbuckle his belt, for my core had made my vision go hazy from the stimulation. Suddenly, he ripped my panties off of my legs, leaving me exposed to the cold air of the room.

“I can’t believe I’m- no, we’re doing this.” He whispered, laying against me. I felt a completely different appendage brush against my entrance, causing me to moan slightly.

“Dammit Cisco.” I mumbled, trying to slow my heart so I didn’t give myself a heart attack. I curled my hands into his t-shirt, smiling as I read the words ‘Han Shot First’. He just grinned, pressing himself further into me. My core was practically begging me to just slide down, that’s all it took to have him inside of me, but I waited.

“Impatient are we?” He asked, the smugness returning to his grin. His eyes were lust filled, but something else danced beneath the surface. Meant for only me. Complete and utter adoration. I rolled my eyes, sliding down on the table, feeling the tip of him enter me slightly.

I moaned again, stifling a laugh before commenting.

“Sorry if I tear any of your p-papers.”

Of course I was stuttering, this incredible man chose me, out of all the girls in central city, he chose me, and I was going to enjoy this.

“It’s not problem.” He mumbled, before fully sliding into me. The gasp that escaped my lips was audible, and I immediately found myself winding my fingers into Cisco’s hair.

He groaned softly, the vibrations of it fluttering through me. We locked eyes, before nodding to each other at the same time. In sync, like any good couple should be.

His pace was slow and deliberate, pushing me more and more towards my edge, before dragging me back at the last second. He was practically torturing me.

He tried to keep his moans at a minimum, but I had completely lost it. I was constantly begging him to go faster, screaming his name. He did say he would have me at that point, but not this slow. This was more loving that his original actions, but I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.

At some point, he hit a specific area in me, causing my moan to be louder, and I tugged at his hair. The loud moan that escaped him had me feeling stupid at my forgetfulness. He had told me he was really into his hair being messed with. Especially pulling, and I think I would have to use that to my advantage.

I tugged, and he moaned again, this time, slamming into me faster. Way harder also.

Hell yeah, I found the trigger. Good job (Y/N), putting that brain to good use. Good use being fucking your boyfriend, but still.

I pulled harder, causing him to slam into me again. Oh hell yes. the moan that escaped my mouth was not as loud as his, as he became the one to beg.

“Oh my god (Y/N) why are you s-stoAHH”

Mid sentence, I tugged his hair, half giggling and half moaning as he slammed into me again.

“Trade. You keep up this pace, I’ll keep up mine.” I purred, pulling lightly at his hair. He nodded vigorously, before suddenly, he quickened. I didn’t even have time to adjust before I was a moaning, needy mess. I did keep up my end of the bargain, pulling at his hair with each thrust he took.

It didn’t take long for my core to tighten, and the urge to just let go was getting stronger and stronger. But I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to keep my boyfriend this close and carefree for as long as possible.

He locked eyes with me, and we both shared the same expression. We’re close.

I mumbled an 'I love you’ as I kissed him again, tugging as hard as I ever had at his hair. That’s when he lost it. He quickened again, throwing me over the edge almost instantly, following me not long behind. We stayed connected, trying to calm our tremoring bodies from our high.

Cisco pulled out softly, just gazing down at me.

“Thanks for the pick me up Princess.” He chuckled, gazing lovingly down at me. I pressed a kiss to his nose, suddenly feeling tired from the extremes we had both been at. I could see the weakness in Cisco’s eyes, but he was a lot more determined to stay awake than I.

“Can I sleep on your couch in here for a little bit?” I asked, gazing half lidded up at him. He nodded, finally getting off of me. He buckled up his pants one more, and picked me up bridal style from the table. I had no idea where my underwear went in the ordeal, but Cisco, being the amazing man he was, always kept spare clothes in the labs for me, in case I stayed on a late night with him.

I pulled the new pair of underwear on tiredly, along with a pair of sweatpants and one of Cisco’s meme shirts. I spread out on his couch, smiling sweetly as he laid a blanket across me.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back up to the cortex to try and get some work done, just come up if you need me.” He said gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I groggily smiled, nodding.

“That was fun. We should do it again some time.”

“Most definitely.”
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Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK I DID IT! I WROTE SMUT! I HOPE YOU SINNERS ARE HAPPY! YOU THIRSTY CHILDREN! It was very artsy tbh, but I like I how I wrote it. Watch out 50 Shades Of Grey, I’m coming to kick your ass.
Sorry if this sucks guys, I wrote it on my iPod.

anonymous asked:

Hey tiny! okay this is going to sound weird but I can't get it out of my head. But doesn't Lie and stigma sound kinda like a conversation with jimin and tae. Sorry it's just ever since I listened to the songs I've been thinking about it and wanted to tell someone. You are awesome! Thank you for your amazing blog. Bye bye

Aww thank you so much:) I made a vid combining the two songs and even the tone in them will make you think about it. But being me, I took the liberty in doing a little investigating for you 

The name of Jimin’s song is “LIE”

Tae talks about putting the blame on someone else.

Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper


Like pieces of broken glass that I can’t reverse


Deeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day


(You) who was punished in my stead,
You who were only delicate and fragile

In which, Jimin responds with:

It keeps happening even though I run away


I’m caught in a lie. Caught in a lie


Find the me that was innocent

I can’t free myself from this lie


Give me back my laughter

Caught in a lie
. Take me out of this hell


I can’t free myself from this pain


Save the me who’s being punished

Punished for what?

Jimin is hurting and crying out about wanting to get rid of this lie. This lie he made. But it didn’t have to be particularly made for him. It could have been made for someone else.

Tae is telling this person not to cry and repeatedly saying I’m sorry.

Stop crying, tell me something


Try saying to me, who had no courage


Why did you do that to me then. I’m sorry

Forget it,
what right do I have
. 

To tell you to do this, or that

He’s telling him to stop crying and tell him why he did it. And Jimin too, also replies directly to this person. Both of them saying “tell me.” Which implies that they want the other to respond.

Tell me
With your sweet smile
Tell me
Tell me like you’re whispering into my ears
Don’t be like a prey
Be Smooth like a like a snake
I want to escape but

Here as well, this is when Jimin starts going back and forth between enjoying the lie and wanting to get rid of it.

“Temptation” being the main focus of the Wings album.

Also, just like the story, “Omelas” Jimin is the child that takes the punishment for all the people in the utopia. The one who suffers for his friends’ happiness in “Spring Day”

Reminder of Jimin’s verse: Take me out of this hell. Aka the basement.

Ah woo woo
Get away away away from me
Get away away from me
Ah woo woo
Whatever it takes, save me, me
Save me

Jimin through his temptation, actually wants to be saved, for he has done nothing wrong. Taehyung hears him and apologizes for not being able to protect him, thus Jimin needing to be saved.

cry


It’s only that I’m very sorry towards you


Again, cry because I couldn’t protect you

And if you think about the other solos, none of the boys really talk about anything really depressing as LIE and STIGMA. The rest of bts are talking about themselves or people that we already know and are acquainted with. The person Jimin and Tae are singing to have to be connected to the mv storyline.

Unless I didn’t know, Tae didn’t have an abusive family and I don’t know a soul that would hurt Jimin this badly to write a song about it. That’s how I know, these two songs were made for the mv series. Not real life.

So we know for certain, that these two songs haven’t revealed who Tae and Jimin were singing to.

Oddly enough, this fits well with my theory and they could be talking to each other (the characters they play in the mvs) but just not directly. Like everything with bts.

So yes, Jimin has in fact been caught in a lie.

ladymayhem505  asked:

I've really gotten into bnha! it's such a good manga, I stopped at chapter 117 and I have to say I'm a bit confused about Bakugou (tbh I can't really say I like him that much, he's kinda annoying) did he know about one for all the whole time? Is he jealous of Izuku?

That’s totally awesome dude! you have fallen into bnha hell and now you’re like the rest of us ouo

Please do not hate Bakugou, he might be a little hard to understand, but he’s a real sweetheart. As for your question, no he didn’t know about OFA when Izuku indirectly told him about it the first time. When Izuku first told Bakugou about his quirk, Bakugou thought he was just talking nonsense,

he shrugged it off and he didn’t bother to think about it because he was still pissed off about losing the hero vs villain training stuff. What I think is that Bakugou continued to watch  Izuku grow and get stronger, more confident, and brave. Then, he probably thought “maybe what Deku said about being entrusted with a quirk wasn’t just a load of bull” of course he didn’t think about All Might entrusting Izuku with his power because All Might doesn’t break his bones after he uses his power…. at least until Izuku stopped breaking his body and learned how to control his quirk better in less than one week.

I think this was where he was totally convinced that Izuku was telling the truth about being entrusted with a quirk, he didn’t say it but I feel like this is what he was  thinking. He probably put some more thought into it afterwards but he still couldn’t put his finger on it.

AFO said All Might had gotten weaker… and that obviously means that they knew each other before.

Bakugou found out that they probably had some kind of connection in the past from listening to their conversation, but he couldn’t exactly trace it back to Izuku just yet. While he was worried about All Might, he was probably thinking about Izuku at the same time. All Might getting weaker… Izuku suddenly getting a quirk… of course Bakugou knew that giving your quirk to someone else was physically impossible. But then, Ragdoll lost her quirk, and AFO had the ability to literally take away people’s quirk at the snap of a finger, plus the Noumu had multiple quirks, so the odds of passing on a quirk to someone else were pretty high.

This is where Bakugou was finally able to connect the dots together, All Might sent a message that everyone interpreted as a victory, but only Izuku was able to interpret it differently from everyone else. At first, I used to think that maybe Bakugou was feeling sympathetic for Izuku here, since All Might would probably never be the same and Izuku loves All Might so much. But no. He was like  “oh. He really did give his power to Deku” so the next question on his mind was “WHY?”

Bakugou knew about All Might and Izuku since the Kamino arc, but he just wanted to hear it from one of them. I mean look at his face here.

He even asked All Might but of course All Might didn’t tell him directly (I also think that All Might had a feeling that Bakugou was finally able to put the pieces together) so going to Izuku was the next best option, because Izuku, being the timid boy he is, would definitely tell him what he wanted to hear.

I don’t want to say anything that’ll be a spoiler for you (you are at one of the best arcs in bnha right now)… it’s not that Bakugou felt jealous or anything… he was just like questioning his goals, and his choices because he was like:

They both looked up to All Might, they both aspired to be a hero, but Bakugou was always stronger, he was always better, but All Might saw Izuku, he chose Izuku instead even though Bakugou admired him just as much as Izuku did. I do think that he felt a little pang of jealousy at a point… but he was mostly pissed off at himself above all. If OFA was passed onto Kirishima, and Bakugou found out about it, he wouldn’t really be bothered by it. But the fact that it was someone he’d known for a long time, and the fact that that person who just happened to be a weak good for nothing was chosen…. irritated him.

It’s not Bakugou’s fault that he’s like this, he’s just used to always being the best, he grew up constantly surrounded by praise, he was never scolded for being an asshole… and all of this just led to him getting an inflated ego. That is, until he got into U.A. It was U.A that made him realize that there are people stronger than him, it made him realize that he wasn’t the best anymore and he couldn’t get away with doing anything that he wanted.

Bakugou attacked Izuku in middle school, in front of the teacher but the teacher just shrugged it off as a bunch of kids messing around, because he didn’t even think that there was a way for Izuku to get into U.A either. Bakugou literally ran out to attack Izuku in front of the whole class again at U.A, but Aizawa stopped him unlike his middle school teacher. After this, his world continued to crumble around him, first he lost to the boy who he NEVER EVEN IMAGINED HE’D EVER LOSE TO IN HIS LIFE.

The poor boy almost had a mental breakdown here, this was the second time he was being humiliated, with the first time being with the sludge villain. Things just went south for Bakugou throughout his first months in U.A.

Then, in the sports festival, all he wanted was a simple victory, he just wanted to win so he could showcase his power to the world. He wanted to earn it. But Shouto just stood there, he didn’t take him seriously (even though it wasn’t actually his fault because he had a lot of things on his mind), but he took Izuku seriously, Izuku of all people, when he was clearly stronger than him, but Izuku somehow managed to get Shouto to use his fire. It’s as if Shouto didn’t even care about winning anymore, because he literally just stood there and allowed Bakugou to push him out of the ring.

It’s like Shouto just let him win, and a false victory is not what Bakugou wanted. 

Then there was the hosu arc, Bakugou chose Best Jeanist for his field training because he was one of the top 5 heroes in the world, and that seemed like a great way to gain popularity, but what did he get?

A freaking make over and tight jeans?! He didn’t even do anything worthwhile with Best Jeanist, and then Izuku suddenly got stronger out of the blue. Then of course there was the Kamino arc, and All Might losing OFA. Bakugou felt responsible for that 

The hero world changed in one night, and All Might probably would’ve still had his power if he didn’t get kidnapped. Right here, he’s in shock, and he’s just feeling extremely guilty.

Even his mom said he was the reason for everything that happened. Although this was portrayed as a humorous scene, it still must have hurt him a lot.

The hero license exam arc was a good way for him to get his mind off of the whole incident in Kamino, but even during that arc he was constantly being reminded of everything that happened. Like here:

I don’t think that he was mainly angry at Izuku for saving All Might here, sure he was pissed off at the fact that Izuku saved the day again, but I think he was just feeling bad because he literally just caused All Might to lose his power and now he was responsible for All Might almost getting crushed by a boulder. He was angry at himself.

Even after he failed, they still reminded him of the fact that All Might can no longer be All Might because he “fell”, and he felt that it was his fault. The whole reason why the exam was conducted was because, the heroes needed all the help they could get from people with quirks suitable for acting as heroes (since you can’t use a quirk without a license or qualification) because All Might was no longer round to help. 

The poor boy had to carry this guilt throughout the exam, and after that he just had a bunch of emotions that he desperately wanted to get off his chest. Bakugou is a good guy, he’s an awesome character who’s been through so much, he’s gone from saying that he’s better than everyone else to encouraging his friends. 

This is just me babbling about how awesome Bakugou is because I really, really want you to like him… anyway chapter 118 will most likely change your opinion about Bakugou though.

…I should’ve just told you to ask @saisai-chan​ though (she is the bnha encyclopedia)… she’s a lot better at analyzing characters than me… this meta stuff ain’t my thing.

anonymous asked:

I just read through your tags on that yin-yang ml thing you just reblogged, and have you noticed how devilish Chat's facial expressions can be (most prominent throughout the Copycat episode)? It's like, dark isn't inherently evil, but you can't ignore that it's still dark, y'know?

damn straight

(that one’s not from Copycat but I had to add it cause look at that expression, man, god damn)

Out of context, without Ladybug, it’s honestly pretty easy to mistake Chat Noir for a bad guy. Just looking at the above pictures I have to admit even I’d probably think he was a villain if I hadn’t seen the show.

That could be why practically all of Paris is quick to accept Chat as a serious thief in Copycat. Maybe they don’t hold Chat to the same regards as Ladybug. Maybe they aren’t sure he’s as much of a good guy as Ladybug is. I doubt the public would be so quick to judge Ladybug if it was Ladybug’s imposter caught stealing something.

But, where Copycat does have some great expressions, I definitely think Chat’s wicked side is even more prominent in Jackady, when his father has been threatened.

Chat Noir says, zip it!

like holy fuck is that a sadistic look. Adrien looks like he’s thinking about torturing Jackady for fun, before Jackady’s even reached Gabriel.

The most telling part of this episode is how serious Chat is the entire time though. Unlike usual, there’s no joking or playful banter coming from him. Gabriel is in danger, and suddenly Adrien is all business, becoming cold, focused, and incredibly controlled to keep the only parent he has left alive and safe.

He’s downright ruthless fighting his bodyguard, to the point where he lies about Ladybug being there so he can use Cataclysm to push the Gorilla down an elevator shaft. Granted, Chat had to get the Gorilla out of the way, but its still a pretty harsh way of going about it, especially when the Gorilla is someone Adrien knows firsthand.

Oh! Hey there, Ladybug.

(Yo Adrien, I know you’re proud of yourself and imma let ya finish, but I don’t think smiling is the proper response to sending your bodyguard down an elevator shaft you broke, mmkay my guy.)

I very much implore you to compare English Adrien’s shout of Cataclysm here to the one near the end of the episode btw. There’s a significant difference of tone. You can hear the raw

rage

literally echoing in Adrien’s voice later when he destroys Jackady’s pack of cards.

At the mansion, Chat remains incredibly tense and serious, constructing a plan and giving orders to the others in a matter of seconds. And later, when Chat and Ladybug face Jackady together, Chat again doesn’t miss a beat. He’s right on target, deflecting attacks and holding his own when Ladybug’s yo-yo is temporarily made useless. He kicks some serious ass.

(even LB is like jfc who are you and where is my silly kitty partner)

Nobody really takes Chat all that seriously, but when it comes down to it he’s a darker character than Ladybug is. Adrien himself has the potential to be a terrifying villain.

He’s got the tragic backstory complete with his missing mother and emotionally abusive father. He’s rich and famous which means he has all kinds of connections and social control. His homeschooling and strict upbringing indicate he must be really intelligent and get excellent grades. Chat’s proven how sly and cunning he can be in and outside of battle. Adrien’s even the one that comes up with the idea to be in Nino’s ear during Animan–the exact same idea unbeknownst to both parties that Alya comes up with for Marinette. Hell, even Chat’s power, the ability to destroy anything (or anyone), is something a typical super-villain would have. (Not to mention, his daddy might be the show’s big bad, Hawk Moth.)

But I guess that’s what I think is so interesting and beautiful about Adrien/Chat’s character? That he has every reason to fight for the wrong side and use his powers for the wrong reasons, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t try to hurt the world for hurting him. Instead, he helps and protects others. He’s not happy and he’s not flawless, but he has a good heart in a life that’s trying constantly to blacken it, and that’s just so touching and inspiring. I digress.

Yes, nonnie, Chat Noir is a great embodiment of the idea that darkness isn’t inherently evil, but you can’t deny that darkness is still dark.

Consequences (BTVS 3.15)

This is part of my ongoing Buffy Project, where I write notes/meta for every episode in an attempt to better understand the characters and themes of the show. You can find the full list here. Gifs are not mine.

Consequences is pretty single-minded in its focus on the fallout from Bad Girls. Buffy is feeling guilty and weighed down by the Deputy Mayor’s death (literally in her dream of drowning). Faith is keeping her from breaking the surface by not allowing them to tell. The body is found and Wesley sends them to investigate what happened. 

The way you read both sides of the Faith Goes Dark storyline depends on your personal interpretation of the characters. Personally, I think Faith has too much pride and too little trust to admit to anyone that she did something wrong. 

Faith: When you gonna learn, B? It doesn’t matter what kind of “vibe” a person gives off. Nine times out ten the face they’re showing you? It isn’t the real one.

No matter how good or trustworthy a person may seem, Faith doesn’t buy it. People are liars. Faith is kind of obsessed with getting people to admit things about themselves they’d rather not look at, but that’s another essay. In Faith’s mind her good qualities are the ability to remain “five-by-five” and detached. It’s her armor against the world, and taking responsibility would require laying it down. I also think that she senses that, though it could have been Buffy that committed the murder, it wasn’t and that makes all the difference. Killing him lit something in Faith that it wouldn’t have in Buffy; it sent her over the edge. And the other characters sense it too. 

Buffy: I am trying to protect you, Faith. If we don’t do the right thing it will only make things worse for you.

Angel: She killed a man. That changes everything for her.

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anonymous asked:

XDD The words of a well known NH/SK troll who has multiple accounts and who has already been exposed by Su: "I wished Sasuke and Karin could raise Sarada all by themselves without having to worry about Orochimaru! Sarada is Karin's daughter and you can't tell me otherwise!" Omg. XD Well, what could one actually expect from a troll who has an account that has the Uchiha family photo from the end of Gaiden as their profile picture, but in which Karin was edited in Sakura's place. XD Pathetic. -1

They know that Sakura is the real mother, but they simply refuse to acknowledge it in public, because they terribly hate her. And their “claims” are more than pathetic. They “sustain” that Karin is “the mother”, but she had “to give up” on Sarada in order “to protect” her from Orochimaru. This is so lame. XD They basically imply that Karin preferred remaining to work for Orochimaru, the one who had experimented on her, instead of actually living with the man she loved and their child. Lol. -2.

So, they claim that Karin abandoned “her daughter” and watched how the man she loved married another woman who is now raising “her” daughter and who is seen by everyone as the biological mother, all of this in order to “protect” Sarada from Orochimaru, even if Karin obviously could have simply left Orochimaru’s hideouts and raise “her” daughter in a safe, far away place. XD I can’t believe this stupidness. Also, they basically claim that Sarada was born before Sasuke was married. Wow. -3

This only proves once again that the antis don’t understand the characters, especially Sasuke, at all. Sasuke is so pure when it comes to love. Basically his entire revenge started due to the love he had for his family. He cares about love, bonds and family the most. From what I remember, even Kishi said that Sasuke is a pure character. Of course Sasuke wouldn’t have ever decided to have a child before getting married. And he wouldn’t have ever married a woman he didn’t have deep feelings for.-4

Of course Sarada was conceived during Sasuke and Sakura’s travels only after they had married. And, as Sasuke himself said, Sarada’s very existence is all that is needed to prove the connection (the love) between him and Sakura. Absolutely all of this would be so easy to understand if those antis didn’t try so hard to twist what is said in canon and instead actually paid attention to Sasuke’s character. =D -5

Oh, and actually do the antis ever listen to their own words? Sarada “had to be protected” from Orochimaru? Really? XD Well, if this actually had been the case, it certainly would have been the most failed attempt to “protect” someone, since Sarada literally is in the same team with Mitsuki, Orochimaru’s son. Mitsuki could have easily brought information about Sarada to Orochimaru if he had really wanted. So, Orochimaru would have still easily been able to closely observe Sarada. -6

And not to mention that Orochimaru doesn’t even do bad things anymore. XD He is closely watched by Yamato and, as it can be seen, he hadn’t done anything wrong in over 12 years. Also, Sasuke had absolutely no problem taking Sarada to Orochimaru’s hideout in chapter 7. Orochimaru even noticed both her and ChoCho, but Sasuke wasn’t concerned about this fact at all. If Sasuke actually had been trying to protect Sarada from Orochimaru, he for sure wouldn’t have brought her himself to his hideout. -7

So, the claims that are made by the antis are just so delusional and completely careless. It’s so obvious that they say such things only because they refuse to accept the reality, as it certainly doesn’t look like they wished. I hope all of them (including the NH/SK troll, of course) will eventually move on and realise that they will obtain absolutely nothing from what they’re doing right now, since the canon will always be canon no matter what and their petty actions or words won’t change it.-8


Lol, there’s nothing more to add really :)

Okamoto Nobuhiko’s 8piece 1st Full Album

Hey guys. So I wasn’t online for days. I just got back from company trip and didn’t have chance to upload something. So I know I was late to post this. I really hate this. I been missing on the important date (gladly I have my sister @verloren9104 who always keep me telling me the updated thank you so much)


Anyway!  Last Saturday (21/1/2017) Nobu’s 1st full album 8Piece have been released!!!!! yay~!! and not only that, his album also get the 5th place in Oricon Daily CD Album Ranking (first appearance) right after a day it’s have been released!! Congratulations!!

Now, I want to talk about the song inside it, which has the same name as his album “8piece”.

Have you guys had heard it yet?
If you haven’t, please hear the preview here

When I heard it for the first time.. before I know it, my tears just keep flowing..  this song are unlike the other. this song is special… Because


  • He wrote the lyrics himself. 

  • In fact, this is the fastest song he ever write. He only finished writing this song within 2 hours. it’s so easy to write because he just poured all his true feelings into this song.
  • THE LYRICS ITSELF. if you haven’t read the lyrics, please check it out here. (again thank you so much to @ju-da-su for translating the lyrics. and again I’m crying) He expressed his thankful feelings  to kiramune family including connect, his manager and to  everyone who always support him during the time he in trouble, he put it all… into this song.
  • Kiramune family singing this song together with him!! They really did sing this together as kakki suggested!
           
  • *trignal, namidai, yochin, kakki, miyu and even kamiyan sing this song together! Just for him!!!
  • And last but not least…HIS VOICE. Oh my god.. that’s the softest (nobu) voice i ever heard

that means he wrote the lyrics with an image of kiramune family
will sing it on the mind.

There’s no other song ever made like this. Everyone join him in his song, Giving him the support and love that he deserves.

You know..Nobu is not perfect..but I know Nobu is strong boy. He always is. He never show his weakness. He never shade a tears in front of people and I bet he never show it to his senpai and kohai too. Maybe not because he’s ego or it will ruin his pride, but the fact he know that he is not alone and everybody got his back, he don’t even have chance to be sad. Even if he did cried, he get up quickly. Knowing that be sad over it won’t solve the problem. After all, Despite all he had been though, all he do is being professional by not making his fans worried about him. that fact make me want to cry again
That’s just the kind of guy Nobu is.

And I really want to thank all kiramune family for keep supporting Nobu. Especially Kakki!

Just days before nobu album was released, Nobu came to Kakki’s radio show unison and they have a great time together. It’s really intersting. you can rarely see these two aka my two biggest crushes in seiyuu fandom interacting with each other so much. so this is pretty important.
Kakki being so supportive he did fangirling over nobu a little bit. Plus they play mobile games together which is their reaction so cute.okay stop me
Nobu was promoting his album too. and He thanks Kakki. Nobu said that your words really make him happy . By one sentence “Shall sing the chorus with you then?” following by the other supporting that suggestion , this 8piece song was able to be created. Houtouni arigatou gozaimasu!!
 When kakki heard that, he said that’s not true at all. In fact, he apologize back to Nobu, saying that after all you have been through, he wish he could say something more cooler than that. But Nobu said “You already cool enough”. You already are,Kakki!

And So then Nobu need us to support him too! please buy his album! (even this poor girl is trying so hard to buy his album) I hope after this. Nobu will keep growing and will keep surprising his fans. Gambatte kudasai!

Let’s all of us give all the support this precious cute little devil! #LoveOkamotoNobuhiko

anonymous asked:

i must say that after listening to harry's album, he didn't really establish who he is as a solo artist. it was not indicative of himself and more of the type of music he likes to listen to. what will the next album sound like? we don't know because this one was so different track to track. i think he tried to do too many things right off the bat

i’ve only listened to the full album once so far, but i can definitely relate to what you’re saying. rambling, as always, under the cut: 

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anonymous asked:

Congrats! I wonder if I might beg some advice -- I have loads of plot bits pop up all the time, but struggle to follow through with any of them because I suck at developing plots beyond the simplistic. I hear outlining will help with this, and I've tried but can't find an outlining strategy I like. Can you recommend one/some?

Okay. So I put this off for a while because I knew it was going to turn into an overly long and detailed post, but I had some time today and we’ve already talked about outlines a bit, so here you go:

Advice for Aspiring Authors: Outlining

Why You Need to Do It: Plotting and outlining are how you give your story a good narrative arc. If you don’t start writing with a pretty clear idea of your story’s beginning, middle, and end, you have absolutely no means of controlling the pace, and pacing is really important. You also have no way of knowing what kind of circumstances you’re going to need for your denouement and ergo have no way of ‘setting the scene,’ as it were. It’s like trying to put on a play with no props or costumes and actors who don’t know what parts they’re playing and who are saying their lines for the first time in front of an audience. Improv is fun but writing is not the place for it. 

A lot of people who don’t like to outline think that outlining stifles creativity and adhere to the very romantic notion that you should be able to just sit down and let the words flow. But an outline doesn’t give you every sentence and every word–an outline just gives you the basic idea of what has to happen in a given scene to move the story forward. So outlining actually allows you to exercise two different kinds of creativity: finding the structure of a good story, and then putting that story down in words. If you do it right, outlining can actually be really fun. 

But this is the tricky part. How do you do it right? There are a million different methods of outlining and different ones work for different people. I’ve made you a list of different methods, in case you have no idea at all where to start:

  1. The Linear Outline. This is exactly what is sounds like. You record the events of your novel in sequence. You can use butcher paper, an online organizational tool like LitLift, or even just bullets in a Word document.  If you like writing your scenes in the order they’ll appear in the story, this is probably a good way to do your outlining.
  2. The Snowflake Method. If you only have a very basic idea of your plot, this is a good way to go. The Snowflake Method takes a simple plot and then exponentially increases the detail until your story blossoms like a Blooming Onion. It’s like a story fractal. However, other people can explain it a lot better than I can, so here’s a link.
  3. Mindmapping. Picture Sherlock Holmes in his Mind Palace. Mindmapping is the practice of starting with one idea (usually on paper, though you can do this online with iMindMap), and connecting it to anything else that you think you might need for your story. You’re not going to get a linear summary of your plot this way, but it will help you flesh out and connect ideas, and have them all in one place.
  4. The Tetris Method. There are a million different names for this one, this is just the one I made up. The Tetris Method involves recording scenes and information on note cards or Post-its–which you can also do electronically with CeltX or Final Draft. This gives you the option to create a linear timeline, and then shuffle all the events around as the need arises. 
  5. The ‘Fifteen Events’ Method. List the numbers 1-15 down the side of your page. On Line 1, give a one sentence description of how the novel begins. On Line 15, give a one sentence description of how the novel ends.Then go to Line 2, and describe what happens next after the beginning.Then go to Line 14, and describe what happens just before the end. Go back and forth from beginning to end until all fifteen lines are filled in.This exercise forces you to figure out how one event leads to another, and if you might be missing one of the key steps that will help you get from number one to number fifteen.
  6. The Rule of Six. The Rule of Six says that for each apparent phenomenon, you should devise at least six plausible explanations. And it occurred to me that this can be applied as a writing theory–and there are two different ways to use the Rule of Six in the outlining process: Find six different explanations for any event or action that occurs in your novel which doesn’t have significant explanation or motivation, or come up with six different ‘what happens next’ scenarios when you get stuck.
  7. Seven-Point Story Structure. This is a very specific method of modeling a story but it may provide a great jumping off point even if it doesn’t fit your needs exactly. See a more thorough explanation here.
  8. The Question Method. This is one of my own invention. Here’s how it works: (1) Have an idea. The most basic concept of a character and a story. (2) Start asking questions. Questions the reader is going to ask/need the answers to. The biggest (and most important ones) are going to revolve around motivation and obstacles. Why is the MC doing what he does? (3) Answer the ones you can answer and move on. (It’s okay to leave gaps in your outline–you just need more bricks than holes if your wall, if you know what I mean). (4) Ask more questions. Once your story starts to take shape you can ask more–and more specific–questions. Lather, rinse, repeat. All you have to do is keep repeating steps two and three over and over again. Eventually you’ll get down into the minute details and have a pretty solid outline to work with.

Personally I use some combination of the the linear method, the Tetris method, and the question method. And eventually what I end up with is a rainbow-colored outline that looks something like this:

Of course, this isn’t going to work for everyone. But I find it’s really helpful to have scenes organized in such a way that I can easily move them around until they’re in a kind of order that make sense (this is a finished outline so they’re color-coded by chapter). And there’s very little on each card–I give myself a scene title and the setting and a one- or two-sentence description of what has to happen in the scene. I find this actually lets me be more creative rather than less, because it gives me the option to write freely without worrying about if the scene is taking me in the right direction. When you know what has to happen, all you have to worry about is the words. 

Anyway, that’s a brief crash-course in outlining. Hope it helps. 

AOS 4x12:  AKA FANDOM DOWN...I REPEAT THE FANDOM IS DOWN!

So….that happened.  How are we doing!  I for one am freaking out.  Lots of theories coming into play here including one that is very near and dear to my heart.  

My ask box is blowing up and I think we are going to break the record of 70 post Singularity easily.  So bear with me as I go tomorrow.  I will combine where I can and will get to them all.

Originally posted by quotesfromscrubs

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anonymous asked:

My favorite thing about your writing is that it actually challenges how I see characters. Case in point: Lila, as seen in Winter Sonata. She's a liar and she did something awful to Adrien, but as much as I want to HATE her, I can't help but to feel sorry for her. At one point, she and Felix were in love and were happy, but I think that even Lila knew that if she had told him the truth, there was no way Adrien would've fallen for her because of how MUCH he loves LB.

(cont) It’s just a tragic story to be happy and to have someone fall out of love with you, despite your efforts. Did she deserve it? She did, because you don’t do that to someone you love, but I feel so bad for her, which is crazy on my part because I’m very much like Marinette—I judge quick and the impressions last. You even made me like Chloe and ship her and Nino because of LU! Your writing makes me think about people differently. and I think that’s a very special skill.

No one should ever be two-dimensional. 

Winter Sonata Lila was painful to write for all the reasons you listed above. People who lie to be liked don’t usually do so with malicious intent. They do it because they lack confidence. They’re scared. They want to form meaningful connections with other people, but they don’t know how, or they don’t believe that who they are is good enough for someone else.

Lila got a second chance with Adrien. She got to love him and take care of him physically and emotionally. He looked at her and he saw who she was and he decided that not only was that good enough for him, but that he wanted her by his side for the rest of his life. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is?

Lila’s wants are far from unreasonable. They are basic human wants. The thought of Adrien waking up and seeing right through her was her worst nightmare because who she is and how much she loves him wouldn’t be worth a damn in the face of her lie. 

Who cares if she went to physical therapy with him? Who cares if she mopped sweat from his brow and encouraged him to keep trying? Who cares if she tutored him in school? Who cares if she patiently explained things to him again and again because he kept forgetting them? Who cares that she learned how to make his favorite foods? Who cares if she introduced him to her friends? Who cares if she stayed up late to get him tickets to the new Star Wars movie, massaged his aching leg on rainy days, brought home little gifts that reminded her of him, delivered food to him when he had to work or study late, and snapped at anyone who gave him grief for being handicapped?

Not Ladybug. Not Adrien’s friends. Not their classmates. Not the citizens of Paris.

But Adrien cared.

In the end, Adrien still saw her. He was the only one who saw her, the only person who was ever willing to try. He was the one thing she wanted most, and the one thing that she could never have. 

And the tragedy of it all is that she did that to herself.

spacedreamfighter  asked:

Hi, I have been looking for you for sometime, just started following you. Can I request a imagine were the Doctor gives reader a necklace. And it is an ancient Gallifreyian custom, to give your intended a necklace. Basically the pendant is in ancient Gallifreyian writing saying who you are being courted by. And you run in to the Master, this has been driving me up the wall I just can't write 10 yet. I am using the plot on one of the classic Doctors. Thanks for your time.

It had been another close call for you and the Doctor. It hadn’t occurred to you that when you agreed to travel with him so many other species wouldn’t be so civil. You’d just outrun the hexagontals, an alien that strongly resembled fire breathing dragons from fairytales. You and the Doctor had rescued their counterparts the aquanots, i.e. Water dragons, from slavery and dehydration by their stronger brethren. Needless to say the hexagontals were less than pleased with you.

The TARDIS doors bolted open as your foot soles slammed to the main control room floor. With your back you held the door closed, a little singed and smelling smokey but no worst for wear. At the console the Doctor twisted knobs with soot on his handsome face, his glasses on in a flick and his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips. You blew out a puff of breath and then jumped as a weight punched the doors. Before you could panic the tubes at the center began to swish and pull and the reassuring whooshing whirring of time travel filled the space.

“Where are we now?” You asked sometime later, when the TARDIS had stilled and the Doctor was smiling at you again.

“Well, I thought we’d take a moment to have a breather. That sort of thing.” He said crossing the room to put his long fingered hands on the door. You smiled as he quirked and eyebrow and looked over his shoulder. His ancient brown eyes seemed to search yours before he opened the doors and left. For a moment you stood there, thinking of all he’d become to you, and how you’d come to love him so fiercely. You were sure he’d never feel the same, because sure he thought you were clever and kind, and yes he smiled at only you in that way that crinkled those ancient brown eyes, but romance was not his cup of tea.

Your pondering was interrupted when those long dark tresses and gorgeous delicately freckled face popped back inside the TARDIS. He extended his hand and asked, “Coming ___________?”. You nodded, shaking your forlorn thoughts and gasped when you took in the world around you, hands lifting to your mouth in awe.

The sky was pure purple, a mixture of the deepest plum and the prettiest electric violet. The sand beneath your feet was pale pink, shimmering like tiny pearls made up each grain. The waves crashing against it was made entirely of sapphires rolling with white diamonds dotting the tips like foam. You’d never seen anything like it in your life. When you looked at the Doctor, he had that toothy white smile marveling at the delight on your face and by the set of his shoulders you could tell he was quite pleased with himself.

Still speechless you eased yourself down to sit in the sand and he followed your lead, stretching his long brown pants clad legs in front of him, off white converse showing more visibly. Suddenly his hand was on yours as you sat in comfortable silence. You wanted to look at his face, to find meaning in the touch of his hand but instead resolved to allow his immense warmth to seep from that touch all the way to your bones.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, ___________. Your absolutely brilliant, and I could watch your face to see your expressions and see how you take every new adventure in forever.” He said, braking the silence. You inhaled and turned to see he was still staring at the sapphire ocean as he spoke, but his thick brown brows were pulled down and lines creased between them. You’d seen that look before, it meant he was thinking about Galifrey, his home planet. About the time war. It ached you inside to see that face.

He pulled his hand away and kept that serious and deep looking, easing from the sand and standing before you. Finally, he outstretched his hand and you took it happily, searching your mind to find a way to pull him out of his self doubt and despair.

“Doctor I-” you began to say but he stopped you.

“Long ago, on my home planet, there was a ceremony and this custom we Time Lords had. It was for those we loved, sort of like the way humans propose marriage, only a bit different. Maybe it won’t even mean much to you, but we’ve had a lot of tough journeys lately.” He said, those ancient and endless brown eyes boring into yours, one hand in his pocket and concern marring his brow. You were trying desperately to understand so finally your hand touched his suit jacket sleeve.

“You can tell me anything. You can talk to me about Galifrey. I know it makes you sad but you can talk to me about happy things too. I want to know all about where you come from.” You answered, encouraging him to go on. He ran a hand down the back of his head and smiled shyly.

“Right. Weeellll, here ya go.” And carefully he placed something in your palm and squeezed your fingers over it in one swift motion. You laughed and opened you fingers delicately. Inside was one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry you’d ever seen. It was a delicate chain that glimmered like starlight and hanging from it was the circles and odd symbols you’d seen somewhere in the library in the TARDIS. You were profoundly happy but also confused, what did it mean and how was it connected to proposals on Earth?

Seemingly satisfied with your joy, he then took the chain from your fingers and stood behind you. You weren’t sure if maybe you were imagining it but he felt closer and warmer than ever before, as of you could nearly feel his hearts jumping out of his chest to press against your back. He eased the pendant in front of your eyes and you could feel him connecting the chain.

“Once when these were worn by other Time Lords, it showed others who was courting you. Who you were meant for. Who you’d want to spend your life with. And now I’m giving it to you. It’s mine, it says the Doctor. It doesn’t mean I own you, and if you ever change your mind I don’t want it back. I just felt like you deserved something to mark how you are the end of my loneliness.” He said and tears filled your eyes. He was wonderful, he was perfect, he was impossibly maddening and you felt the weight of what he’d done heavily in your heart. Because you know he’d just admitted how much he loved you, how he’d want you as his companion always. Finally you flung yourself into his arms, catching him off balance as he fell to the soft sand and you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Oh thank you, Doctor. Thank you.” You whispered.

The memories flashed across your mind if you’d been on that sapphire shore only days ago, instead of months. The Master, the last Time Lord and the exact counterpart of your beloved Doctor had you strapped against a metal board standing upright. You weren’t afraid as mad as the Master was, your Doctor would come for you. He always did. It wasn’t until the maddening eyes of the blonde man caught your necklace did you begin to worry. In a swift motion he tore it from your throats and you cried out as he tossed it aside, it skidding across the floor and into the shadows.

“You don’t belong with him. And he can’t save you now.” The Master mocked, seeing the clear and very real fear and distress on your face.

“Wouldn’t say that if I was you.” And you fell lax against your bonds as you heard that soft and authoritative voice. There he was, standing long and lean against a darkened doorway, the silhouette of those messy brown spikes, the blue suit and bright red tie, sonic screwdriver at hand and fierce eyes.

“Alright?” He asked you and you nodded vigorously. Of course you were now that he was here. The Master wasn’t willing to give up that easily though and threatened to blow the entire ship to bits. You panicked but only for a second, because the Doctor had gotten the two of you out of tougher situations.

With a loud thud the power system shorted in the ship thanks to the handy sonic, and your bonds released automatically. You rubbed the place they’d been pressed against your skin and started to run to your Doctor. Before you made it to his safe and warm embrace you heard the chilling, grated sounds of the word, “Exterminaaaaate.” In seconds the room was filled with Daleks and the Doctor yelled, “We have to go. Run.” And his hand was just within your reach. Beans began flying though the air, hot and murderous as bullets, buzzing with voltage beyond human knowledge.

Your mouth set in a firm line and your chin jutting out just so, you slid to your front on the cold grate floor and dove into the shadows.

“___________!!!” The Doctor cried and the sheer fear and helplessness, the edge of rage nearly broke you in two. Fumbling blindly with your hands you finally clutched the metal chain with the pendant attached. You breathed a sigh of relief and pressed your lips to the sacred Galifreyan writing. Quick as lightning you were on your feet again and running to the Doctor. His warm hand squeezed yours hard and he led you down a darkened hallway, the Daleks following and sending death beams at your heels.

At last the TARDIS was in sight and with the force of all his strength the Doctor shoved you through the doors and your palms smacked the floor. You nearly flew back out to help him when you heard the buzzing of the sonic and the Daleks slowing down, their words becoming deeper and slower. For a moment you were frozen with fear and wishing the silence didn’t stretch so long.

At last he flew inside and brushing past you began flipping switches and biting his sonic between his teeth. With a shake the ship flew into motion and you remained sitting on the floor trying to catch your breath. Hands in his pockets he began pacing the control room and you realized he was upset, in fact you’d venture to say he was pretty angry. You were pretty sure you knew why.

“I’m sorry it’s just-” you began to say but he cut you off biting the pad of his thumb just before he began to speak.

“Don’t know what I’d have done. If you’d been hurt. Or worst.” He said.

“I know and I’m sorry. It’s just, that pendant, it means more to me than anything, any gift I’ve ever received. And I just couldn’t, I couldn’t bear to lose it.” You said, tears filling your eyes at the thought of never seeing it again.

“It’s a piece of your home. Of you. And I’m turn it’s part of me, and my home. Cause that’s wherever, or whenever you are.” You continued, meeting his eyes and speaking without even blinking or looking away. Before you could take your next breath his hands were on your face and his lips were pressing to yours in soft and tender emotions deep as space. Your hands fell to your sides, the necklace still at hand as you poured all your lent up longing and love into kissing him back. It could’ve been hours, it could’ve been seconds, but it felt like the greatest moment of your life and it would never be long enough. Then he pulled away and issued you that perfect white smile at full wattage.

“How bout I fix that for you?” He said happily, putting the tip of the sonic to the broken chain, easing his black thick framed glasses up his nose while the light headed and giggling feeling from his kiss remained with you.

anonymous asked:

although you can't deny they're using taylor and kendall for headlines to get his name out there. that's the het narrative. choosing two songs to be on the album that people will very obviously connect to his ex girlfriends as well as a song called woman which people will think is about how het he is, is pushing the het narrative. even if it's not explicitly doing so they know what doing these things mean and what people would think. i get why this is happening but you shouldn't ignore it.

This line of argument right here? This is EXACTLY what I was talking about that is so offensive to me. Telling me I “can’t deny” something or that I “shouldn’t ignore it.” No. YOU made all these connections to ex girlfriends. How in the hell is SOTT about an ex? Who made that connection? Cameron Crowe? Would ANYONE have made that connection without his gloss? It’s a song about the apocalypse or a mother or the world today or Louis and Harrys’ situation ffs. It has a number of plausible interpretations – and ex-girlfriend is only one and a huuuuuuugggeeeee stretch in my opinion. And ESNY? NY is one of the biggest cities in the world. Harry’s never allowed to write a song about it just because T*ylor once wrote a song about it that even in her warped world had nothing  to do with Harry? If she wrote a song about Scranton and then he wrote Ever Since Scranton I could see it, but it’s New fucking York. And we have NO CLUE what Woman is about. He’s just not allowed to have a song about half the human population because some people may connect it to past girlfriends? Come on.

NO. I do not accept your line of argument. YOU are making these connections. YOU are thinking that this was intentional. You are welcome to your opinion, but telling me that my differing opinion is “ignoring” things or “lying” to myself is dismissing my ability to reach my own conclusions and assess the situation for myself and it is FUCKING OFFENSIVE. Attacking another person’s ability to form an opinion for themselves is the lowest form of argument and I do not accept it. Not only does it make me think your argument is weak, it makes me dismiss you as a person whose opinion I want to hear altogether.

The signs from a Cancer Point of view (use 🌞 + 🌜):
  • (My posts are backwards on purpose)
  • Pisces: Oh my lord, you can be so silly. I love how infectious your giggle is. You can think of things in ways I would have never even thought; you're almost too creative for your own good. I know sometimes you're not so good at art, like most posts predict, but the way you speak is beautiful, like your words were perfectly arranged to form a mosaic of variegated interpretations. You let everyone's experiences influence you to the point where you take them on as your own, and that's ok. I know that just helps you stay close to the ones you love, as if living in their memories with them strengthens your connection with them.
  • Aquarius: You can be distant, but care with every pulse of your heart. Sometimes that's what confuses me. There's a reason for everything to you. You want to know cause and effect, but I'm worried for the day when you realise that not everything has an explanation; at least not one easily confined by mere words. You're not devoid of emotion. You're just much better at deciding when and how to deal with them. How do you do that? How do you know how to reach out for help without burdening everyone?
  • Capricorn: We are opposites. You work so hard to be happy, that sometimes I think you hardly stop to enjoy even the small things that have a magical air to them; like the plush towels against your skin, or the pattern of the sky that will only freeze for a few seconds more. To you, it's all about pushing forward and getting things done, and I love your motivation, but don't you realise how stressed out you get yourself? You can be cold, but that's only because sometimes you don't want to stop to feel...you know what will happen if you do.
  • Sagittarius: I am amazed at how much patience I have with you. You're so carefree, and I don't believe I have ever seen you stressed. Sometimes I get frustrated with how you treat others, but I know you don't mean to hurt people on purpose. I love how you want to be a free thinker, you don't let others cloud your thoughts or decisions, unless you really love them, then in that case you trust their opinions. Not everyone can or could ever earn your trust. You have clarity when most others are stressed because you've detached yourself from them so successfully. I'm glad that you of all people could take the weight that you do, though I'm not pleased that you have to in the first place. You handle beatings with grace, and you hold your ground firmly.
  • Scorpio: You're the most passionate person I know. When you talk about what you love or hate, I can see the propellers churn in your eyes. You love to love and hate to hate. I know it's hard to let people in, but I'm thankful you chose me of all people. I'm sorry I can't always be there when you sob in your bed late at night, but you always hold off when you're ready. That's ok too. I know you don't like to be pushed. Sometimes you let others passions overtake your own and you get so confused and tired that it's hard to face anyone. You want to love so badly, but you're always doubting yourself. Your thoughts can be overwhelming and it seems lonely in crowds, even around your own family, but even you need to trust more than one person.
  • Libra: You of all people know what to do and say all the time. I enjoy just sitting back and watching you talk and interact with people; you get that everyone is different, and you treat them according to how they are. If only people had that same respect towards you. I love how you can diffuse conflict as if you're stroking the nuzzle of a wild horse. You listen and think before you speak. You thrive on the subject of philosophy because you think, and it does, makes you a better person. You love everyone and you value friendships and relationships. You don't know who the right partner is, but I know when you find them, they will make you feel like the only person in the world, just like you do with everybody else.
  • Virgo: There's a lot to worry about. You are the one that I wish I was the most like. You live in the moment, without leaving the past or planning for the future. You're aware of the things larger than life, and you respect them, but you understand how all the little things contribute to the infinite tapestry. I wish I could notice and appreciate as you do. I know you focus too much on the tangible, and I understand that it's easy to get lost in the world of perfection and imperfections, to ignore the thoughts and feelings of others. Most people think you are cold, but I think there's more to it than that. Maybe you just know what to do with your feelings, and they're under your control, and yours alone. You're calm and always seem to be at ease. In no way should that be a crime, after all, many could learn a thing or two from you.
  • Leo: I find a lot of admiration towards how confident you are. Your presence alone is awe-inspiring. Everything you do--the way you walk, how you speak, your gestures, everything--looks so effortless but well thought out. Watching you is like enjoying a movie where every movement is perfect. I love the way you make me feel like we've know each other for years. I am at ease and comfortable by your very presence. One might expect your voice to be loud and authoritative, but it's soothing and suggestive more than anything. You want to make everyone feel like your friend, and I know it has no malevolent purposes, but it's for your own conscious because you can't bear a single person disliking you.
  • Cancer: I could tell you how seething your own mind is, but I'm sure you already know that. You can be so optimistic that you become blind to the worse in human nature. You have fallen victim to many schemes of manipulation, and each time you've beaten yourself up for it. It's ok to yell and scream and cuss. In fact, it's normal to let yourself explode. Nothing could ever right the wrongs that you can never seem to forget. I'm sure that even though they haven't made it up to, or apologised, that they still love you. Not everyone is like you where they can hold onto their emotions and keep it from lapping over the edge. People say things they don't mean, and they make mistakes. It's ok to not be able to forget, you just have to find a way to love again despite their wrong doings.
  • Gemini: When I am with you, I am never bored. There's always something to talk about, and you're willing to look at every side of a story because you love to be fascinated. You are so animated when you speak, as if you're trying to replay and exert the experience to everyone so that they can experience it as you once did. I love your acceptance of art in all its forms but most of all, I appreciate your desire for knowledge. You may not be the smartest, but you are the one to show me how to think.
  • Taurus: I see a lot of posts categorising you as being a glutton for food. Truth is, you love to enjoy things you like, and by no means is that bad. Some people talk about what they like and you feel their radiance through their words, but with you, you don't have to say anything. I feel your content seeping into my veins and I too become enveloped in this world of yours where the finer things of life are adored. I value your opinion because you learn to know and feel every inch of something before you can decide to love or hate it. You have to know for sure because once you make a decision, by God you stick to it. I love how you're supporting and refreshing for anyone who needs it. You've made some good calls, and also so bad ones, but you've learned from both and you can separate truth and fiction like nothing I've seen before.
  • Aries: You are the epitome of fire. I know it's easy to think of everything at once, and it gets extremely overwhelming. I think you tend to overlook other people's feelings for the small minute things that really don't matter. Your opinions and desires matter, just understand that you can't make anyone agree with you. You have a silver tongue, and it's hard to resist your logic, because despite how wrong you may be, you take record time in thinking up of an argument and at the same time shred your adversary to pieces. Some say it's water that wears you down slow and painfully, but I have witnessed the hot flash of your flames burn and dissipate. You get caught up in the moment. It's no biggie. I respect that you have confidence, I love that. You are into fast paced things, and I don't think I've ever seen you relax without falling asleep. You really amaze me at how adept you are at working under so much pressure. You've been through a lot, heaven knows, but we both know you've become a better person because of it. Your optimism is what pushed me through my own experiences, and I am most grateful for you especially.