i chose to use this pointing out that it's the number one show in the world

clamyewest  asked:

Hey it's the end of the term at school and it's super stressful so you should tell a story maybe? Please?

hmmmmm. so while i was at boarding school i took ap physics, which was a bad decision for all parties involved because a) as a pigeon-toed loser with a center of gravity her body doesn’t know what to do with, physics has never done anything but betray me, and b) i’m not very good at math.

the good thing about AP classes is that you only have to take the actual school exam once, at midterms. the bad thing about AP classes is that you have to take the AP exam. at the time, there were just… a of things i’d rather have been doing than studying for an AP physics exam, like, for example:

  • makin out with my then-boyfriend
  • watching lois & clark: the new adventures of superman in my dorm room, where once my roommate’s mother actually said to me “i don’t think i’ve ever come into this room and seen you out of bed”
  • wrestling guerrillas (ETA: so originally i was torn between “taking over national security” and “wrestling gorillas” when making this list and APPARENTLY MY BRAIN SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE)
  • filling out paperwork at the DMV
  • solving the then-impending economic crisis
  • giving myself a root canal
  • listening to the zac brown band’s “chicken fried” on repeat for the rest of my natural-born life
  • finding out that waterbeds don’t have fish in them, what the hell is the point of a water bed if it’s not also a NAPTIME AQUARIUM?
  • being stuck forever at that point where you’re JUST ABOUT to sneeze
  • breaking up with my then-boyfriend over a series of commitment issues and personal insecurities
  • realizing they never sold the last season of lois & clark on DVD
  • finding out dean cain campaigned for rick perry
  • RICK PERRY!!!!
  • ugh
  • UGH

you get the idea.

anyway, the problem with not studying for your AP physics exam if you’re not some kind of physics genius who hangs out in dexter’s lab and makes periodic table puns at dinner parties is that when it then comes time to sit down in the exam room, the AP exam asks you what happens when a 3-kg object is released from rest at a height of 5m on a curved frictionless ramp and you’re like, “…………well DID YOU KNOW THAT DEAN CAIN CAMPAIGNED FOR RICK PERRY????”

  • did you???? DID YOU???

no. i didn’t write that. what i DID do was think to myself, “well, molly, you’re going to major in Books And Thinking, not NUMBERS AND SCIENCE, so who cares, really, in the long term, about this exam??? i mean, getting a good grade on your AP physics exam isn’t a judgment call on you as a PERSON. you could get a 5 and be a douchebag, just like you could get a 1 and be a saint. so really, i mean, REALLY, would it be the end of the world if you chose to just…. maybe chose to answer this question creatively??? show that you can use limited resources, like your brain, to find creative solutions. BITCHES LOVE CREATIVE SOLUTIONS.”

so what i did, instead of attempting to answer the question, was to INSTEAD write a 5 paragraph essay, in spanish, about why we shouldn’t be throwing 3kg objects off ramps in the first place, because that’s dangerous. what is this object? is it breakable? are we aiming for something? 3kg might not SOUND like a lot, but at the speeds it could theoretically reach when being released down a frictionless ramp, i mean, that kind of thing could do SERIOUS DAMAGE. PEOPLE IN FRICTIONLESS WORLDS SHOULDN’T THROW 3KG STONES.

  • also, nobody should throw stones.
  • stop throwing stones at each other, what the hell dude.

in the second essay, which was like, “idk idk trains are going in different directions or something,” i wrote that the easy solution is to check the train schedules to see what time the trains will arrive, and check periodically with the conductor to see if there have been any delays. with the time saved by taking that approach and not DOING MATH, we should ask ourselves the Real Questions, like what season we are and how that should affect our wardrobe choices. i laid out a series of questions for the reader to determine whether they were a Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall:

  • do you prefer apples, oranges, or strawberries?
  • would you rather be hot, or cold?
  • what is your favorite holiday: christmas, thanksgiving, or easter?
  • would you rather go rock climbing, swimming, skiing, or apple picking?

based on these questions and a complicated point system i set up, the reader could determine their One True Season and what type of color palettes they should then focus on.

the bell rang. exam over. BYE, AP PHYISCS!!! SEE YOU NEVER, HAHA!!

the next year, fresh-faced mollyhall was walking through the halls of the science building on the way to AP environmental science (WHY DID THEY LET YOU TAKE ANOTHER AP SCIENCE CLASS? you may be asking yourself. WELL, i tell you, chuckling, WELL, THAT’S—that’s a really good question, actually.) when i was stopped by mr. h, my AP physics teacher.

“you know,” he said to me, “AP exams, like model un or athletic competitions, are representations of us as teachers, and of our students as people. they reflect the school.”

“cool beans, mr. h,” i said.

“which brings us to the subject of your essays,” said mr. h.


  • they send copies of your essays to your teachers, and
  • my AP physics teacher spoke spanish.

“uh,” i said. “yes. right. i see your point there. my essays. they were. well, i did put words on paper. you cannot deny that words were written. i think—i think i did okay? on the multiple choice? i think i…. gosh, mr h, you look very smart in that orange and brown color palette, is that new???”

“i’m a fall,” said mr. h.

Gaster created Flowey and (probably) the RESET button.

(I have planned to upload the VIDEO version of this by SEPTEMBER 15. Until then you can read it!)


Yep, you read the title correctly. In this theory I’ll show you all the proof I have to support my wild theory. Warning though, there are some big spoilers ahead!

Let’s start off with a bit of backstory theorizing. In what year does Undertale actually take place? A lot of people seem to believe that the game takes place shortly after 201X. However I invite you to view the timeline in a different light.

What if the game actually took place nearly an entire century after Chara’s fall into the underground?

In Toriel’s house during the pacifist/neutral run there is a calendar you can interact with that states as follows:

This text changes during the Genocide route, where Chara is much more active about how they interact with things.

Now judging by the events of Undertale’s routes we can tell that the events of the Undertale (Chara and Asriel’s mission) happened quite a long time ago. After Chara, six more humans fell down before Frisk. This gives us a good idea that it took quite a while for us to enter the underground.

Judging by the facts above we can safely guess that the events of the game actually occur during 210X, almost a full century after Chara fell. Crazily enough, this is supported by Papyrus. His online name is Coolskeleton95, often people use their birth year as the numbers in their online usernames. And since Papyrus only showed up recently and acts fairly young, we can guess that the date couldn’t possibly be 1995, and so it must be 2095. This is supported by the fact that Papyrus has no idea what a human looks like. Which means he must of been born AFTER all 7 of the other humans (including Chara) have fallen and died.

Now that we have an approximate date for the game itself, we can get into the real theory. Gaster creating Flowey, the ability reset/save/load, and how he is connected to every major moment of the game.

What proof led to the belief that Gaster and Flowey are related? The true lab entries, for one. Entry 1 through 8 are written in a very specific manner. The punctuation and capitalization is correct and proper. The dialogue itself more formally written. Overall the first eight entries are more professional.

During these first eight entries we learn that the monster/determination experiments have begun. Flowey was chosen as the vessel. The experiments have started full swing.

ENTRY 6: ASGORE asked everyone outside the city for monsters that had “fallen down.” Their bodies came in today. They’re still comatose… And soon, they’ll all turn into dust. But what happens if I inject “determination” into them? If their SOULS persist after they perish, then… Freedom might be closer than we all thought.

However at this same time Hapstablook/Mettaton has written his first diary entry.

Mettaton’s Diary 1- Dear Diary: Shyren’s sister “fell down” recently. It’s sad. Without her sister to speak for her… she’s become more reclusive than ever. So I reached out to her, and told her… that she, Blooky, and I should all perform together sometime. She seemed to like that idea.

We can recognise an amalgamate in specific that does resemble Shyren’s body, or at least, her sister’s

This is lemonbread

This is shyren

Alphys doesn’t come up with the idea to make Mettaton until diary entry 6.

Mettaton’s Diary 6- Dear Diary: She surprised me with something today. Sketches of a body that she wants to create for me… a form beyond my wildest fantasies. In a form like that, I could finally feel like… “myself.” After all, there’s no way I can be a star the way I am now. Sorry, Blooky. My dreams can’t wait for anyone…

And it is suspected that she made Mettaton to impress Asgore, as well as give her friend a body.

So what does that all add up to? Alphys made Mettaton to impress Asgore either before she became the royal scientist or very VERY shortly afterwards. We know that she WAS NOT the royal scientist during the initial monster/determination experiments. This means whoever was the previous royal scientist had to of started the experiments and chosen Flowey as the vessel.

And who could that be?

Doctor W.D. Gaster.

Further proof is that Gaster would know who Toriel is.

ENTRY 8: I’ve chosen a candidate. I haven’t told ASGORE yet, because I want to surprise him with it… In the center of his garden, there’s something special. The first golden flower, that grew before all the others. The flower from the outside world. It appeared just before the queen left. I wonder… What happens when something without a SOUL gains the will to live?

Alphys, does not.

So now we’ve proven that Gaster created Flowey. Alphys made of had a part in it, but Gaster chose the vessel, the vessel covered in Asriel’s dust.

This is where the theory gets a little wild.

Now, we know Gaster disappears after True Lab entry number 8. The writing style dramatically changes from entries 9 to 13.

ENTRY 1: This is it… Time to do what the king has asked me to do. I will create the power to free us all. I will unleash the power of the SOUL.

ENTRY 12: nothing is happening. i don’t know what to do. i’ll just keep injecting everything with “determination.” i want this to work.


Now in entry number 11 we can confirm that Alphys is the author.

ENTRY 11: now that mettaton’s made it big, he never talks to me anymore. … except to ask when i’m going to finish his body. but i’m afraid if i finish his body, he won’t need me anymore… then we’ll never be friends ever again. … not to mention, every time i try to work on it, i just get really sweaty…

This one shows that Mettaton has a relationship with the author of the entry. Proof that this style of writing is done by Alphys. However entry 14 and 15 are written differently than either 1-8 or 9-13. It is my belief that the author of these two entries is none other than Sans.

We know Sans and Alphys know each other from the epilogue after True Pacifist.

Alphys knows Sans well enough to predict what he’ll say. Sans reacts quickly and covers it up with a joke, but the proof is there. Sans also has given Alphys dog food, proof he knows of Endogeny, the amalgamate dog.

(calling papyrus in front of Alphys’ lab without befriending undyne yet)

Using this it is very easy to speculate that Sans wrote entry 14-15, placing him as a scientist in the true lab. We know Sans is into science, based on his owning of physics books and his own laboratory.

Now, entry 17. There are two entry 17s. Entry 17.1, which is written by Alphys. Then entry 17.2, which is undoubtedly recorded by Gaster.

“Recorded you say?” Yes. Recorded. Entry 17.2 is read to us when we find it in the game files, otherwise known as the void. What Gaster is doing in the void is impossible to tell, but there are some things that occur that make us believe he did not stop experimenting.

We’ll get back to his experiments in a moment, first we have to find out “Why didn’t Gaster die from his accident, whatever that may be?”

Because he injected himself with DETERMINATION.

Every monster filled with determination becomes a goopy blob of what it once was. The model we believe to be Gaster inside the gray door looks quite goopy.

This goopy being would of had parts of himself dripping off. Whenever the accident occured and he fell into the core he was erased from the timeline. What happened to these blobs of Gaster?

They tried to grow new Gasters. This follower of Gaster is holding a piece of him, but it is clearly a head. A second Gaster being made. Or at least trying to form itself from the head.

Further support for this comes from a strange being you only encounter once in the game.

Memoryhead. This amalgamate is unique. Its ACT options are very similar to our own. 

This comes from Memoryhead having a small amount of determination, more so than the other amalgamates. Before flowey has control, Memoryhead has it, but of course, these things can barely walk or talk, so it didn’t know how to use it’s powers, but the option was there.

Memoryhead is in the shape of a skull, now where have we seen a disembodied head before?

Now like I mentioned, the amalgamate can’t even talk properly, so it wasn’t able to exactly control the timeline, but at this point whatever cataclysmic event Gaster created by falling into the core had already occur and Flowey was prime and ready to wake up. Once “your best friend” fully understood what was going on, the memoryhead lost the little control of the timeline it had.

Now… was Gaster was injected with determination or at least had interaction with it before/during his accident?, let’s take a look at why he’s responsible for the ability to reset.

Before Gaster’s accident, no human was able to reset. None of the seven human children were able to save or load. Not even Chara, who’s soul is a determination soul, just like Frisk’s. An argument could be made that humans on the surface can’t reset either.

For some reason the RESET/SAVE/LOAD ablity is a thing that only happens in the underground and for some reason is ONLY started to happen from a certain point before all 6 children fell down and on.

And I believe that’s because of the core, the one difference between the surface and the underground. The place Gaster fell into during his accident.

The core powers all of the underground, from the Ruins to Asgore’s garden. The moment a human enters the underground post-accident, they gain the power to reset. If they have enough determination to override whoever was in control before them. This makes it so that only the underground is caught in this save/load/reset paradox.

To sum it all up, Gaster created Flowey and injected himself with determination or got caught into it in his experiment before falling into the core. This caused the underground to enter a time paradox where whoever has the most determination gains control over the timeline.

Do you agree with the theory? Or can you debunk it? I’d love to get some responses.

(Theory by me and veir)

Voltron Theory: Who exactly is this helmeted Rebel?

I really normally wouldn’t call attention to a two episode character, but given what happened the last time we had a character that was mysterious, it seemed logical to me to point this person out.

During Episode 5 (12 if you count it as continuing Season 3) Begin the Blitz and the follow up Episode 6 (13 from Season 3) A New Defender, we’re introduced to the Rebels that work with Matt in order to take down the cannon cruiser around planet Teck. Now in the introduction scene we see some rather interesting fellows.

There’s Matt Holt, of course, and Captain Olia (the dog lady voiced by Bex), there’s a lady there with long ears who I think might be from the species as Matt’s late friend and rescuer Tiosh (or Teosh, or Teaosh –not sure how to spell it), a green gal with the four arms, one of the Olkarians, a dude that is a cross between a fish and a twilik and the Frog that could be a nod to Star Fox’s Slippy who later plays a larger role in the episode. Yet, the one character that is not seen is the female with the white helmet. But, the green lady with the four arms, Matt, and the Olkarian are clearly talking to someone across from them, we just can’t see them.

This has me wondering if that’s the lady in the mask they’re hiding from us. But why? Well when we see her later, there’s a rather interesting shape on her helmet. 

You see she’s the second gunner, and she has on a full body cover. There is no skin showing. But what she has on is a bit odd for a Rebel fighter. 

Normally the rebels have a uniform color scheme going. Dark blue or camo green, dark orange, and a tan color with some gray in there.

 Her outfit: white helmet, with collar, a black body suit that’s loose in the arms but comes up to her neck, much like the Voltron body suit they wear under their armor, black pants, one wrapped up arm, the other has on a gauntlet, and gloves of white and black that cover her fingers. We can’t see her boots, but she has pouches, and a cape, like Matts with yellow and white shoulder pads.

Then when we see her mask it makes it weirder. Her helmet is full cover, no visor at all. We can’t see her face. And there’s this odd, I want to call it a collar, around the helmet that is white and seems to do nothing. Then there’s the V. While it’s not directly looking like Voltron’s V shape, there’s a similarity. What’s also odd about it is that it goes from light blue to gray, and odder still is the two little markings on the bottom.

Now this could be the marking of her clan, or her species. She speaks though a computer altered voice, so she may not speak basic. However, if that is so why have we not seen this before? Then there’s the fact that it’s not filtering anything as we’ve seen characters that seem to wear masks to filter the air. So what is up with this masked woman?

We see her show up for the major moments, like when the shields are brought up, we have gasps from Matt, Olia, and this woman. Her body shows she’s in shock, just as they are. Later she’s among the main group shot when the cannon fires killing a bunch of people. It makes sense for Olia, Matt, and the trio from season one (Rolo, Nyma, and Beezor), but we know nothing about her, and none of the other characters in the group that are minor make this cut, so again, why her? Also in the shot with the six they forgot the two markings making the V look very much like the Voltron logo.

Moments later we get her actually suggesting that they get the Blade to shoot the other cannon. It’s not said in a panicked way, but rather like someone giving an order who knows what she’s doing. There’s something regal to her voice and to me it sounds like Allura’s tone of voice. This is someone who knows how to give commands and knows how to stay calm in a bad situation.

What’s more the last time we see her in the show is when Keith is talking to Matt and telling them about the situation with Voltron. Here we get a good look at the outfit and its very Paladin inspired. The arm seems to have a gauntlet on it, possibly for a computer like all the paladin’s have, only to fit over looser clothing.

So who is she? Well there are two options:

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Fantasy Tropes in ASOIAF: The Lord of the Rings, the Wars of the Roses, and ‘the Rightful King Returns’

Martin’s ASOIAF has been openly acknowledged to draw from the Wars of the Roses (among other historical events), which can be found especially clearly in Westeros’s War of the Five Kings. Martin’s debt to Tolkien and other high fantasy classics is also acknowledged and plain to see throughout the series. If we can comfortably draw this parallel from Westeros to England to Gondor, what does it say about the nature of Martin’s storytelling and the way he will ultimately conclude his tale? My thesis is that state collapse will be avoided and the Seven Kingdoms will, like England and Gondor before them, be once again united under a monarch who will come to be viewed by the people as the only rightful ruler.

The Wars of the Roses was the cap to an incredibly bloody couple centuries of warfare in England. The end of these wars is generally considered as the cut-off date for the end of the medieval period in England and the beginning of the English Renaissance, which culminated in the rule of Elizabeth I. Feudalism declined, the power of the nobility was weakened, and the power of the monarchy and the merchant classes grew, all of which were considered factors in England emerging from a ‘dark age’ of endless civil conflicts and into a new, more enlightened and (comparatively) peaceful era under the dynasty founded by the ‘rightful’ king Henry VII.

Historians can and do debate this assessment, but it’s essentially the story that our historical consciousness has decided on, and it’s a powerful one. You can see the resonance of this trope today in the number of fantasy stories that draw on the narrative of ‘the rightful king returns and brings peace to his warring realm.’ This is the overarching political plot of Lord of the Rings, which similarly sees Aragorn take the throne and, as part of the happy ending, guide his country towards a new, enlightened age of peace and plenty. The trope doesn’t seem to originate in the Wars of the Roses - the legend of King Arthur predates it, for example - but it’s telling that Martin chose as one of his primary historical sources an event that so closely maps onto this most classic of fantasy endings.

As I’ve said before, my basic reading of Martin’s work is that ASOIAF is a deconstruction of fantasy tropes that will be ultimately followed by a reconstruction. Martin isn’t writing in order to utterly disprove the foundations of all fantasy stories - he’s a realist, not a nihilist. What he’s doing, instead, is showing his readers ‘how the sausage gets made.’ He has taken the most classic tropes of high fantasy and demonstrated how they would really play out in a world where logic and consequences apply. In Tolkien’s work, we have the magical Elves and the lost glories of their ancient civilizations that our heroes look back on in wonder; in Martin’s work, we have the lost civilization of Old Valyria, which was similarly glorious and peopled by yet another magical, inhumanly beautiful noble class - but which was also a ruthless imperial power that ended countless innocent lives in its conquests and built its glories off the backs of slaves. Tolkien’s version is the bard’s romanticized telling; Martin’s version is the historical reality of empire.

I don’t compare the two authors to criticize Tolkien - who was creating something quite different from Martin and creating it very well - but rather because setting them up side by side can illuminate a lot of what Martin is trying to do with Tolkien’s legacy. In Martin’s world, Tolkien’s mystical, mythological stories still exist, but they exist in the songs of the poets’ that his characters are constantly contrasting with the grim reality of their actual lives. And the events that his poets sing these pretty songs about are likewise always revealed to be based on yet another grim reality. Stories romanticize by their very nature; this doesn’t necessarily make them false, but it does make them fatally incomplete as reliable sources on the past. This is why Martin constantly makes reference to the difference between the two, and why his books are so overpopulated with diverse, often conflicting songs and legends. The gap we see again and again between the truth and the telling of it isn’t a byproduct of his worldbuilding - it is very much the point.

These songs and legends serve the same purpose that Martin’s deliberately biased POV chapters serve - they function to make his readers question the narrative we are given, to teach us that the truth is a slippery concept and that, in Martin’s words, “every villain is the hero of their own story.” Martin doesn’t want trusting readers - he wants us suspicious and doubting. His strategy of inserting these constant small conflicts between one character’s version of events and another’s, or one song’s version of the past and another’s, is one of the ways he is training us to become so.

The in-universe Song of Ice and Fire, the Westerosi story of the War of the Five Kings and the events that followed, is going to be told and retold by poets and singers in the Seven Kingdoms for centuries to come. It will grow more romanticized and less accurate in every retelling, and the true motivations and actions of many characters will be lost or distorted, and the true ugliness and brutality of all the conflicts we’ve seen will be forgotten in favor of the glamor of beautiful queens and rightful kings, fantastical dragons and epic swordfights. These elements are not lies, of course - we do have beautiful queens and rightful kings and dragons and swordfights - but without the context of the surrounding people and events it is impossible to understand them properly. And history won’t understand them properly. But readers of ASOIAF will understand them, because we are the only ones who know the full story. The result is a sophisticated analysis on the nature of storytelling itself, particularly as it pertains to the construction of historical narratives and the cultural values that both inform and result from these efforts.

This is why Martin’s efforts at deconstructing fantasy tropes cannot be separated from his efforts to reconstruct them. He has to take them apart to show why they fail - to show why Robb was murdered despite his honorable intentions, or why Robert was a good rebel leader but a terrible king. But he also has to put them back together again if he wants to show the gritty reality of why tropes sometimes work - why a loving and loyal family unit like the Tyrells has an advantage over the constantly feuding Lannisters and Baratheons, or why Cersei’s clumsy efforts to rule by fear alone are an ultimately self-defeating political strategy.

This is why I believe that the ending of ASOIAF will follow the standard fantasy path of seeing the country peacefully reunited under the ‘rightful’ monarch: because if Martin doesn’t do this, he can’t spend his last book exploring all the ways in which this clean and pretty conclusion is neither clean nor pretty - but in which it is still, in the end, the best option available for the people of the Seven Kingdoms as a whole. State collapse is always a violent and destructive process, and the Seven Kingdoms reverting back to seven independent countries would necessarily involve economic devastation on a huge scale. One of the major ideas of this series is that the politics and wars of the nobility, no matter how exciting and dramatic and even at times honorable in intent, always hurt the smallfolk and result in the deaths and suffering of thousands. Another, subsequent major idea is that real heroes are the ones who try to stop this from happening. Thus, it seems unlikely that any of the more or less ‘heroic’ characters we’ve been following so far would deliberately contribute to state collapse, nor that they wouldn’t take steps to prevent it if given the opportunity.

State collapse would also fail to deliver on the major epic fantasy themes which the series has so far been faithfully following. Martin drew heavily from the Wars of the Roses in particular because he is explicity writing a fantasy-version of those events - a real, in-universe horrific conflict that later generations will come to view in romanticized terms as the end of an era and a turning point for their own country’s future. The new-and-improved dynasty will most likely involve increased centralization of the state and the monarchy, a diminishment of the nobility’s power, and the first step in the evolution from feudalism to a more advanced economic and political system. This is the practical, unidealized reality of Tolkien’s ending, and the answer Martin wrote to his own question: “what is Aragorn’s tax policy?” ASOIAF is about what happens when an author takes that question seriously - and it’s a question that can’t be definitively answered until you have an Aragorn-style monarch on the throne.

anonymous asked:

In the past few days I've read posts claiming that Sam is a psychopath who turns his empathy on and off so easily that it's disturbing, that Sam never cries (lol what?), that Dean is more emotionally mature than Sam, that Sam is egotistical and only cares/thinks about himself, and that Sam demonstrates more toxic masculinity than any other character on the show... I've been in hell basically and I was hoping you could cheer me up by disputing these "claims" with cold hard canon facts.

I’m so sorry you’ve experienced that, Anon!  I fear… you ventured into a truly dark corner of fandom. I have a fair few items on my blacklist to keep me away from that sort of “meta”, because honestly… it’s emotionally exhausting and endlessly frustrating running into such patent drivel.

I don’t know what these people were using to support their claims, so I can’t really refute them. Heck, I don’t know if they brought up solid points or were just angry and baseless. For many of the things you mentioned, I don’t even know where to start, because I can’t imagine what could have given anyone such an impression, but I’ll try to share some thoughts.

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agesavage  asked:

Um hi? My name's Adrian, I got a voucher in the mail for a free mulligan at your company? I dont want to like, invent anything or steal anyone's music... No I've... ive got this really good idea for a tv show, but i think its too late to ever make it... I don't have anything else except just my blog, can you go back and like, make my younger self, like, rhink of all these ideas way earlier in life? I want to be a famous filmmaker already by now!

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The woman looks you up and down with a smile: “Very well. You’re actually the first to ever use one of these vouchers. Here you go. Please follow me into the lab, where a time specialist will write down what you want to change about the past.”

You look at the woman in surprise. This seems a bit easy. You want to ask her where the catch is, but she’s already on her way and gesturing you to follow quickly. You do just that and are led to a small office with another woman sitting on a desk. You sit down on the other side.

“So.. Adrian is it?”. The woman has a cold attitude. “You want to put some ideas in your younger version’s head so that he can be successful earlier in life? It’s a common request honestly. I take it you do understand that with using the coupon you agree to take place in some more experimental procedures here at the company?”

“Experimental procedures?”, you ask. You hadn’t thought about that, but now you understand - why would they just give you access to such a costly technology for free? “What kind of experiment?”, you stammer.

“It’s nothing to worry about really”, the woman assures you. She looks up a few documents on her computer and seems to be browsing a list. “I do have some interesting experimental extras for your trip that fit your situation.”
“Will you tell me what they are?”, you wonder. The woman looks you up and down realizing that you’re about to bail out on the new information. “Really. I told you.. nothing to worry. One of the experimental methods is that instead of you actually writing down ideas on a sheet of paper, a machine will read your brain waves and automatically send everything to your past’s self. Isn’t that nice? You don’t have to do anything. We’re just trying to improve your experience.”
You feel a bit easier now, even though she has only revealed the meaning of one of the several checkboxes she has clicked. But it seems like they really only want to do the best possible service, so you agree to the terms. You’re led to the door and step through it.

The room behind it is completely white, like in sci-fi movies. Only a man in a white suit is inside waiting for you. You slowly move towards him. As the door closes behind you, you almost expect not to be able to breathe. That’s how alien this room looks to you. The man has a syringe in his hand. He tells you that he’ll need to inject you with this state-of-the-art anesthetic. As he does so, you feel the world get blurry and everything starts to spin slowly. It’s like being high, but soon your body loses the battle against the sleepiness. You fall on the floor and the last thing you see is more people in white clothes coming in to pick you up. Then everything goes dark.

“Welcome back to Jinkxed! The show where bimbos are made!” The crowd roars. Our candidates today have been more than interesting. Peter - a football coach - hasn’t started with a lot of IQ points, but has been able to keep more than our special guest Adrian - the original creator of this show. After five seasons he has finally admitted that when creating this show, all he really wanted was to be a candidate himself. He has been going to the randomizer four times every round so far and has been suffering the most amount of transformations I’ve ever seen somebody get this early in the game. Maybe he has been losing on purpose?” The camera is pointed at you. “How are you feeling Adrian?”

“Uhmm… like… super”, is what your mind scrambles together like on auto-pilot as the camera moves close to your face and you can see the reflection of a ditzy blonde bimbo with heavy makeup.
Your brain feels slow. What the hell is going on here? You vaguely remember the time travel service and the experiments. Oh shit! They must have messed up the ideas you had for tv shows and instead made your younger self interested in the same erotic fetishes you write up on your Tumblr blog. And now you are in the same situation - getting transformed into a fetish bimbo sex slave - and even worse, you chose to do so yourself. You feel a rush of horniness shoot through your body. The situation you’re in is both terrifying and extremely sexual. The fear of what you’ll turn out, in the end, is too much for you and a strong orgasm shakes your whole world. You want this. To give up control. To be transformed into your deepest darkest desires.

You realize you just had an orgasm on live tv. The tv host laughs and finally says: “Wow. The random orgasm card has really done a number on you. Anyhow, are you ready for your next path to the randomizer? Just hit the big red button in front of you, babe.”
As you hit the button you feel excited. What perverse fantasy of you will become true next?

“Aaand the slots are running. What will it be? Ohh there’s the first card - the high heel. Well looks like it’s game over for comfortable footwear for you. Your feet will be genetically altered so they always only fit in high heels. And here comes the second slot. Oh my.. another IQ drop. I don’t think I’ve ever seen somebody go this low on their IQ. Oh my god it wasn’t finished. It’s a double .. noo a triple IQ drop. Is this even possible? Can somebody backstage confirm that we are even able to drop her IQ more than it already is? Wow.. the randomizer just keeps going so I guess it’s fine. And it’s one of the cruelest ones we have - the radar vision. Your eyes will forever only be able to focus on the biggest dick around you. It will help you find it so you can be an even better little bimbo. And the last one… uh, this is a special one. The leash. You’ll see what it does soon enough.

You’re brought backstage to the transformation machine, that you vaguely remember inventing yourself, because of your commitment to the bimbo fetish community from your early childhood. You always wanted to be a scientist just so you could invent this machine and your subconscious always wanted you to become the biggest bimbo there ever was. You started wearing women’s clothes and a chasity when you were just thirteen years old. Your mind must have been flooded with bimbofication porn. You’ve become a total sissy in this dimension. You think about how remarkable it is that you could’ve turned out to be in such a different position in this reality, but you cannot complete the thought because the machine starts its work on your brain and melts all thoughts away. You try to calculate simple math equations in your head to see if you’re still capable of basic thinking, but no matter how hard you try you cannot add one plus one together and soon you forget the concept of math or the idea that there is a “one” in the first place.

Only sexual energy remains. Horny. You’re so horny. Sex. “Fuck me”, you hear yourself say not sure to whom exactly, but your eyes are locked on the trousers of a man close to you.
You hear some strange mumblings that you cannot put into any words. Only the audience understands the language the presenter uses anymore and that your last card has been making you unable to walk. Instead, you’re bound to walking on all fours. As the next game continues nobody is able to stop laughing at you. They don’t see you as human anymore. This game has to do with some kind of forms on little fields, but you don’t understand.

Finally, the tv show host announces that you’ve lost this game as well. You’re brought to the randomizer a final time. This last game gave only one randomizer slot to you. It’s something no one in this show has seen before and even the production team look at each other in horror. Weeks later, you lay on the bed in the local brothel, getting fucked hard by a stranger. You are unable to move because your arms and legs have been removed. You’re so helpless and you love it. This is where you were meant to be. You feel like you’re nothing more than an expensive sex toy getting fucked by strangers several times a day. On the tv, there’s a news report about someone named Adrian - the inventor of a tv show and that apparently he has been cheating by preprogramming the randomizer. Of course, you don’t understand a word, but the guy behind you says: “Oh my god. The bitch did this to herself on purpose? How fucked up is that?”, but he doesn’t stop fucking you for a second.

Suddenly everything is dark again. You’re yourself again and you can think clearly. You hear voices in the distance. “Finally. We’re through. We’ve made it. We can take him back.”

You scream: “No stop… this is what I’ve wanted. I want to stay here.”, but it’s too late. You are sucked through the wormhole again and are back in your original reality - in your original body. You feel frustrated because you will never be able to feel the same bliss again in your life ever again.

Apparently, the company has been experimenting with a new technique that allows them to transport you back. You tell them that you didn’t want to go back and that everything was going exactly as you had planned it to go, but they only tell you that you can only get back by paying the regular amount of money, which is around a few million dollar. You are left here with the absolute need to become her - your perfect vision of bliss. Instead of falling into depression, though, you feel determined to go through with it and become the ultimate bimbo sissy in this reality as well. The future is yet to be written and you will be a dumb bimbo whore in it.


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anonymous asked:

It's her trying to do the right thing by her people that makes everyone think she would be fair and just, not the dragons. Those are just what makes her a ruler.

Okay, no. One, who are her people? Certainly not the ones in Westeros. Even in the show, the only thing that has been corrected from her askewed knowledge of everything related to Westeros was her father’s madness through Tyrion and when ser Jorah told her way back that common folk prayed for rain and good harvest so they could survive, not her family’s return to the Iron Throne.

Two, she has zero idea on how to rule fairly and justly. Or at all for that matter. This is not by her choice, starting from her brother Viserys to her rapist husband Khal Drogo, all she could tell from her point of view is that what they were doing was wrong. TV Daenerys has spent all her time going from one place to the other, things conveniantely falling into her lap. Tyrion, as experienced ‘manager’ and someone with experience in playing politics, was introduced to her in an episode literally called ‘The Gift’.

And still she is stubborn to act as she is advised. Her advisors and ‘army’ of freed slaves, that follow her more out of being awed by her as their liberator whom they call ‘master’, are what is keeping her head above the water when it comes to 'ruling’. Also she acquired them by tricking a man and then burning him to crisp. And she ruined the city of Astapor, sparing only children and slaves. Yay, bad ass Khaleesi.

I find it particularly annoying how everything comes to her conveniantely. In one episode she has trouble controlling her dragons and in another, problem solves itself and she has it under control again. Also, her rulling references are: family name, dragons and inability to get burnt. That’s it. She has nothing of lengthy success to showcase her ability to rule, whether it would be a natural or acquired ability.

“They have a choice: they can live in my new world, or they can die in their old one.”

There are zero realities where this is fair and just. You can argue with me all day long that this was solely focused on the slave masters of Slaver’s Bay but I disagree. Though she has not said it before, it was most certainly Daenerys’s mind set since she started her little conquest. And yes, it is a conquest.

“I am Daenerys Stormborn and I will take what is mine with fire and blood.”

This is not a mark of a badass woman as most people idolize her to be. This is fucking terrifying. Also, it is not hers. This is something only a conqueror will tell themselves to justify their greed and ambition to control the lives of other people. The Targaryens had zero right to rule over Westeros. They came with dragons, killed everyone who opposed them and fashioned themselves as rulers of Westeros to supplant the rulership they lost in Valyrian Freehold.

She is not in Essos to stay. She wants Westeros. And will leave very unstable enviroment behind her. Also, no matter how morally wrong to you and me the cultures of Essos may be, they had existed that way for centuries, Daenerys has desecrated them and appropriated bits and pieces she had found to be useful to her. In this, you cannot unsee the trope of 'white hero saving poc cultures from their savage ways’. For example, look at the first culture she dissected.

The Dothraki. They sack and raid cities, demand tributes, enslave people and rape is their conquest given right. This just makes you appalled. It certainly did not sit well with Daenerys in the beginning. Now, they are part of her army she will unleash on Westeros. And she took command over them by burning the khals alive in the most sacred place to all Dothraki where no weapons or blood spilling was allowed. Ever.

“Every Khal who ever lived chose three blood riders to fight beside him and guard his way, but I am not a Khal. I will not choose three blood riders. I choose you all. I will ask more of you than any Khal has ever asked of his Khalasar. Will you ride the wooden horses across the black salt sea? Will you kill my enemies in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses? Will you give me the Seven Kingdoms, the gift Khal Drogo promised me, before the Mother of Mountains? Are you with me, now and always?”

So she disagrees with their way of life but has done nothing to change how that at all and is perfectly content to use their 'savagery’ to get what she wants.

“I am a queen, not a butcher.”

I think one would find good number of people who would disagree with that statement.

As for her dragons, they are devastating weapons of war. They are not cute, cuddly pets that will sit around her throne and purr or chirp or whatever. They are not her children. You do not raise your children to do your bidding and torch anyone who does not agree with you. They are literally cocked guns pointed at someone’s head. To quote MCU Steve Rogers: 'This isn’t freedom. This is fear.’

The ability to give Inspirational Speeches she does not write downTM and ability to ride a dragon are not valid job qualifications of a ruler. A conqueror maybe. But not a ruler. Especially a good one.

Superhero!Seven x Villain!MC AU

  Well hello! This is my first writing piece on this account, and it’s just to show you guys what my writing style is like.

  I had been working on this one for a while, so I hope that you guys enjoy it!

  Feedback is always appreciated, as well as constructive criticism, so feel free to message me.

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Genre: Fluff & Blink-and-you-miss-it Angst

Word-Count: 6,738


   “YOU WILL LOSE NEXT TIME!” You yelled as you ran towards a building across the street, sliding behind it and into a dark alleyway, hiding until the crowd would dissipate.

   It was rare that you used your voice since you had to keep your identity a secret, after all. Even when you did use your voice, you would change the tone, to make it less likely for someone to recognize you. After everything that had happened, you were completely out of breath, with cuts on your face and blood dripping from said cuts.

   Who would’ve thought that you’d end up like this? You were a villain, humanity’s number one enemy, at least when they are derived from its own. The trouble you caused would always appear in every local headline, sometimes even showing up around the world.

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pota-totoo  asked:

Shoot + claire (i mean dynamics-wise cause i find her being an addition so cool and exciting like??? A weird kid or fan girl of root's skills and TM who literally no one asked for but is here running about in their lives in STC as a trainee :'))

(so this one is very definitely set in the universe of my canon-divergent fic sliding towards chaos. it should be really easy to pick up on what’s going on without having read it though. i had a lot of fun writing this.)

“John, can you babysit my stalker?”

Reese looked over Root’s shoulder to where Claire was pounding furiously at the subway car door with one fist. Root must have locked her in. Again.

“Aren’t you supposed to be training her today?” Training wasn’t quite the right word. Insulting and ignoring a student didn’t count as training in his books.

Root patted him on the shoulder. “I think you have so much more to offer her as a teacher.” She flitted past him and vanished out the door before he could argue.

He heaved a sigh and went to look for the remote to open the subway car doors.

The thing with Claire was, well, he couldn’t really blame Root for dodging her all the time. Claire had been trailing after her like a lovesick puppy since day one, completely enraptured by being in the presence of the Machine’s analogue interface.

It had weirded Root out a little the first few days.

“John, why is the angry child staring at me all the time?”

“She’s almost twenty-two, you know.”

“Fine. Why is it staring at me?”

Negative progress. He moved on from the point. “Well, Claire is like you….”

The toothy grin that formed on Root’s face reminded him of a wild animal about to pounce and rip out its prey’s throat.

“I just meant she’s a, uh, very big fan of AI, right? And you’re basically the Machine’s chosen human, so she’s probably a big fan of you as well by association.” He decided not to mention Claire’s painfully obvious crush on Root, just in case Root had somehow not noticed. It would only make things worse.

“Hmmm. We’ll see about that.”

He tried not to worry too much about that ominous statement, and for the next week or so things actually went surprisingly smoothly. Until he noticed an emerging pattern.

Root had never been the tidiest person ever. He wouldn’t have called her a slob, by any means, but stuff seemed to accumulate in a trail behind her. Usually wires and hard drives and laptops, but it could be almost anything. But Claire now followed her around cleaning up after her. And fetched her drinks. Ran to the store for her. Picked up her laundry.

“She’s using her as an errand girl,” he told Shaw.

“So what?”

They both watched as Claire hurried across the subway carrying a tray of starbucks to Root.

“Where’s my whipped cream?”

“I thought you said…”

“I always get whipped cream.”

“I, uh, I’ll be right back.”

Shaw and Reese watched Claire scurry out of the subway.

“See?” Reese said.

“I mean she does always get whipped cream.” Shaw looked thoughtful. “I wonder if I can get her to go on food runs for me.”

In the end, he had to beg the Machine to convince one or both of them that Claire was not there as Root’s servant. Root sulked for a while, but eventually relented and went back to avoiding Claire whenever possible.

Claire wasn’t doing much to help her case. The day she showed up with her nails painted black, Shaw had to physically remove Root from the subway before she could get her hands on a taser (or possibly his grenade launcher. Both were in the weapon lockers at the time, but he firmly chose to believe that she was going for the taser). He got left with the task of convincing Claire to remove her nail polish and dealing with the inevitable round of moodiness that caused.

And then there was the whole Root and Shaw…situation. Whatever they were calling it. Claire had to have known on some level (since Root was the antonym of subtlety), but sometimes seeing was believing.

He’d taken her and Harper to the shooting range that day, and Claire had followed him back to the subway after, no doubt hoping to find Root. He should have known better than to come back to the subway late without checking in first, but he’d been distracted by Claire sulking about how much Harper had teased her (Harper wasn’t as bad as Root in that respect, but still) and didn’t even think about what they might be walking into until it was far too late.

Fortunately, no one had removed any vital pieces of clothing yet, but Root was very definitely sitting on Shaw in the computer chair in the subway car (which he was never going to be able to sit in again now), with her face buried in Shaw’s neck and Shaw’s hands down the back of her pants.

Claire walked right into a pillar.

Root didn’t get up, but she did turn her head and shift sideways so Shaw could see them as well. She looked incredibly smug and Reese was willing to bet his favorite gun that the Machine had told her they were showing up and she had ignored her. Or instigated the whole scene.

Shaw, for her part, was a bit flushed and breathless, but didn’t appear to be even slightly embarrassed by the whole situation. She did make Root get off of her (eventually), but otherwise didn’t seem to give a shit that they’d been walked in on.

Claire had basically fled after that, and going forward she went all wide-eyed and forgot to breathe every time Root and Shaw got within three feet of each other. Since Claire’s view of the world had previously been narrowed down to only the Machine and Root, her newfound discovery of Shaw’s existence meant she was tripping over her feet even more.

She happened to show up one day while Shaw was in the middle of brainstorming how to handle the new number they’d gotten. Shaw’s chosen method of brainstorming that day involved doing pushups while she thought things through. Claire took one look at Shaw–all sweaty with her tank top showing off her rippling arm muscles–and her jaw dropped and her face turned bright red. Reese was unsure if he should be amused or concerned by this development.

It did make Claire take the non-computer-related parts of her missions more seriously. She went from barely paying attention to tactical lessons, to being Shaw’s most attentive student overnight. Shaw was either oblivious to the attention or just completely didn’t care, which worked out pretty well for everyone involved.

But Root still had to be cornered and forced to spend any time training Claire at all. (He’d been worried about Root’s reaction to Claire’s sudden fascination with Shaw, but when she’d noticed she’d laughed so hard she’d fallen out of her chair). There was really only one thing that could possibly soften Root even a little towards her, but it took months before that happened.

“Why does she have you maintain this setup for her here still?” Claire asked as she looked over the Machine’s hardware in the subway car. “Surely she doesn’t need it anymore.”

Root watched her from the far end of the subway car, clearly suspicious. Reese had decided to sit on the subway seats halfway along the car, placing himself between them. Just in case.

“Obviously She doesn’t need them,” Root said, “but She likes having a physical location near us. It’s largely symbolic, of course.”

“It’s incredible.” Claire sounded awed.

Root scowled, probably offended for some reason Reese couldn’t fathom. “What is?”

Claire turned around to face them. “Well, she’s an AI. The first artificial general intelligence to ever exist. She’s faster and smarter than any human ever could be, and she doesn’t need us for anything. Not really, I mean. But she fought to protect all of you, even after she didn’t have to.”

Root’s scowl had vanished, but she looked ready to bring it back at a moment’s notice. “She cares about us. Because she chose to.”

“Yeah, and that’s incredible, right? Like she’s this being that’s so vastly different and greater than us, and she chose to care about a handful of humans. In all the theories out there of what a true AI might do, no one saw that coming.”

“She’s always been so much more than anyone ever thought She could be,” Root agreed. “Almost everyone who knows about Her sees Her as a threat or a tool. So reductive. Typical human thinking to value what She can do over who She is.”

Claire turned back to the humming server racks. “Their loss.”


Reese figured it was the closest thing to a breakthrough moment that they’d ever have.

The next time Root locked Claire in the subway car she left a window cracked open for her and seemed genuinely pleased to learn she’d escaped unaided.


MTVS Epic Rewatch #157

BTVS 6x08 Tabula Rasa

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Stray thoughts

1) Writing the follow-up act for OMWF couldn’t have been an easy feat, and yet the writers came up with one of the most memorable and quintessential Buffy episodes. OMWF was damn perfect, but we can hardly say it’s an episode that betokens the classic feel of the show. It was a Very Special Episode, and while at its core it had all the ingredients that make the show what it is (witty dialogue and one-liners, funny moments, character development, emotional resonance) I would hardly recommend it as the episode a new viewer should watch to get hooked on the show, you know? Tabula Rasa, on the other hand, is an A+ prototypical Buffy episode. There’s conflict between the characters, a memorable monster of the week (although he is only a plot device more than a key player in the narrative), an original gimmick, comic relief,  meta-jokes, plot advancement, good music, and a lot of tears. Like, A LOT. I love this episode!

2) The episode starts with Spike following Buffy around, as per usual, and asking her to have The Talk about The Kiss. It’s not every day that you make out with your former-number-one-enemy-turned-ally-turned-kind-of-friend-turned-confidant. Buffy chooses a very non-Buffy way to deal with the Spike-kissage: she dismisses the whole thing and downplays it. 

SPIKE: We kissed, Buffy.


SPIKE: We… we kissed, you and me. All Gone With The Wind, with the rising music, and the rising … music, and what was that, Buffy?

BUFFY: A spell?

SPIKE: Oh, don’t get all prim and proper with me.I know what kind of girl you really are. Don’t I.

BUFFY: What we did is done. But I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, *ever* again.

I get that Buffy wasn’t really Buffy yet, but this is a really mild reaction compared to the last time she had kissed Spike…

If Buffy hadn’t enjoyed their kiss or if she hadn’t been considering giving it another shot, she would’ve had a much more visceral reaction to his questioning. (I can totally imagine her saying something like: “what we did is disgusting” or “I’m disgusted at myself”) Yet she chooses to not make a big deal of it, and only when Spike insists on pushing the issue she states that she will never kiss or touch him again. Which is what she thinks she has to say more than what she actually feels since at this point she’s still fighting her attraction towards Spike. 


I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, ever again.

*literally one second later*

For whatever reason, she just can’t let him die, can she? 

4) BTVS is probably one of the few shows which can get away with having an actual shark play a loan shark. And how awesome is that?

And I absolutely love the fact that Teeth (that’s the shark’s name according to the script, btw) keeps calling Spike “Mr. Spike.” So very gentlemanly of him! 

5) One of favorite lines in the whole show, tbh:

SPIKE: I just need a little more time.
SHARK DEMON: Time, time, time! Is what turns kittens into cats!

6) While Buffy is patrolling, the rest of the Scoobies are gathered at Xander’s discussing Buffy’s revelation that they had torn her out of heaven. This is an odd writing choice. Considering the weight of the revelation, as a viewer I was expecting to witness the actual moment in which the Scoobies and Buffy hash this out. It seemed like a pivotal moment in Buffy’s arc this season, yet it never came? My question is: did the writers purposefully chose not to write that key scene to continue driving a wedge between Buffy and her Scoobies and furthering the season’s plot of isolation, desolation, and self-destruction? or did they choose not to write it because it was too difficult a scene to write purely from a writing perspective? (did they chicken out?) 

7) Anywho, what they did write is the Scoobies trying to come to terms with what they’d done to their friend. And before I dissect the scene in point, let me take you back a few episodes to “Flooded”…

WILLOW: I brought her back! (…)  I did what I had to do. I did what nobody else could do. (…) I brought Buffy back into this world, and maybe the word you should be looking for is “congratulations.” (…) I wasn’t lucky. I was amazing. (…) The magicks I used are very powerful. Im very powerful.

You see it, right? Willow is taking full responsibility for bringing Buffy back. There’s no doubt in her mind that she alone carried this out. 

Now let’s analyse Willow’s discourse after realizing she had actually done something wrong, she had unexpectedly failed. 

TARA: All we know is that… it was a good place and she was happy there.
WILLOW: And we took her away from that. We wrecked it for her.
XANDER: We didn’t wreck. We didn’t know.
WILLOW: We didn’t wanna know. We were so selfish. I was so selfish.

It’s very clear that she does not feel comfortable taking full responsibility for bringing Buffy back now that she knows it made her miserable. When she thought having brought Buffy back made her a hero, she really didn’t feel like sharing the accolades…

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Can we please just stop for a second and talk about Elsa from Frozen

First off is her past. Before her accident that almost killed Anna she was shown to be a playful and loving child, who loved her powers and created joy for her sister Anna.

But this changed drastically after the accident, after she shut Anna out. She became cold and distant towards her kingdom, her subjects, and most importantly, Anna. The sequence shown in the film during the song ‘Do you wanna build a snowman’ is evident for her isolation throughout the years. But the film language in the sequence is the most important out of the whole. The sequence mainly featured Anna growing up outside Elsa’s door, and the things she had done to fight off her boredom and disappointment, but in between there were little bits of conversation and interaction coming from Elsa. What I meant by film language, one of them was her dress code. Throughout the years of her isolation her outfits became more and more wrapped up, decent.

Art by Brittney Lee

Less and less skin was shown and it had the same effect as her gloves, to protect others, out of her fear. Right after the accident whenever her face was shown, it was one of sadness and guilt. Gone was the light in her eyes and in its place were unspoken apologies and tremendous fear. That brings us to another point: her fear. Her fear was shown consistently throughout the film: it acts as a driving force for almost all of her actions and therefore the plot. The accident did numbers on her. She now feared her powers more than ever before, and she chose isolation to protect the ones she loved.

Contrasting with what most people say her isolation was voluntary, not forced. Her parents misinterpreted what Grand Pabbie had said,

‘Fear will be your enemy.’

Her parents thought it meant fear of their daughter Elsa from other people.

And that was why they locked her up, or at least rarely let her leave, and Elsa grew to believe the misguided conception as well. Shown as the more mature one out of the two sisters, she was never once shown to break any of the isolation rules her parents set for her. She knew why it had to be this way and the rules were never broken even after her parents left her.

On the subject of her parents brings us to another point: her role. As the elder sister and therefore heir to the throne she was groomed to rule the kingdom of Arendelle after her father. It is the most important role in all of the kingdom. She must be trained to be a leader, to take charge of her subjects and make decisions best for the whole kingdom.

That is a huge responsibility as all of the lives of her subjects and the fate of Arendelle rests squarely and solely on her shoulders. She was taught knowledge, grace, power, authority, success. And these couldn’t be taken lightly for she would be a public figure, a role model. All things must be polished to perfection for any mistake could be fatal to her kingdom. You can imagine the stress she was put under starting from a young age, where everyone expected perfection from her, grace from her, discipline, wisdom, leadership, success from her.

As the heir she was to lead like her Father before her: with kindness, wisdom, and authority.

As the Queen she was behave like her Mother: with sophistication and grace.

But one additional thing that’s making it even harder for her was her fear. Her fear of hurting others with her powers.

The stress to control them as fast as she could for she was to be a public figure soon, a Queen, and that meant close and constant interaction with her subjects, her staff, and Arendelle’s trade partners.

To have such high expectations coming from so many people, to be responsible for so many lives for so many years to come, adding onto that, her fear and self-loathing, it should have crippled her.

But it didn’t.

It didn’t because of her personality, her maturity. It might have already crippled her but she certainly did not show it. As an heir with a sibling she could have escaped from her fate, her destiny. She could have left the kingdom and left the throne to Anna, and everyone would be safe from her, but she didn’t. She didn’t because she knew that as the elder it is her responsibility to rule after her father. She didn’t because as the mature one she knew that Anna’s not capable enough, not mature enough, to take over an entire kingdom. Her love for her sister and her subjects acted as her motivation. She pushed on, all those years out of concern for the fate of her kingdom, despite her fear. And when her powers got discovered, she could have still ruled with her powers. She could have had more authority, more power, over her subjects and her kingdom.

But instead she ran.

She ran because she knew this was not the way to rule, this was not what her father would have wanted from her. She ran out of her fear for the safety of her subjects, more so than herself. Even when she was on the North Mountain and Anna told her about the Eternal Winter she still cared.

This is the most important factor of all: her selflessness.

All the factors I have mentioned revolves around a single one: selflessness. She gave up her freedom, for her subjects. She gave up her happiness, for her subjects. She gave up everything that could have made her feel better, for her subjects. At the end she was even about to give up her life.

Out of love.

The love she had in her heart, although she didn’t realize it, is overwhelming. All those years, those thirteen whole years she endured. I cannot imagine the amount of guilt she felt every day for shutting Anna out without an explanation; the guilt she felt from the day she injured her sister; the guilt that intensified every passing second because she couldn’t even apologize to Anna and ask for her forgiveness because Anna couldn’t even remember what happened; the amount of fear and stress she felt when she thought she had not achieved perfection, when the time for her to rule was getting nearer and nearer and she still couldn’t control her powers. The sadness she felt when the Duke of Weselton called her a monster, when everyone turned afraid of her; the guilt that returned when she learned from Anna that she has put her kingdom and her subjects under an Eternal Winter, when her fears came true. She endured, for thirteen fucking years, full of guilt, regret, and fear. Even after all of that torture she still came out as sane.

Every day.

Every day.

“Do you wanna build a snowman Elsa?”

“It doesn’t have to be a snowman.”

“Please come out.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Why Elsa? Why are you shutting me out?”

“Conceal, don’t feel.”

“Elsa what have you done?”

“She’s ice cold.”

“What have you done?”

“What have you done?”

Which is why when she finally found beauty in her powers and confidence in herself, it came to be the most beautiful thing in the world.

I am aware that I have repeated myself from my last 2000 word essay post, but again, I had to emphasize: People should not be the slightest bit ashamed if they like Elsa for any of the reasons above. She is an incredible character and she has, and will always have, a special place in my heart.

Yes I just did that

~ Pegacorn1210

Rose - [BTS] Jungkook!Au

[A/N] This was song recommendation sent into my ask, a thousand years ago, and I was going to write a one-shot based on it. I know it’s been long overdue, but…I love you?

Song: Rose By Eli.

Originally posted by baepsaeboyss

A rose by any other name, still smells as sweet. And like every other rose out there, you had thorns on you, a tough love. If he could endure the pain that comes with you, you would give him your sweet scent. And most would abort the mission halfway, because, let’s face it, who would endure pain? Given a  choice, otherwise.

Your line of job didn’t allow you to be close to any guys. Involvement of any male species will complicate things, and slow down processes. But as usual, shit happens.

He opens doors to possibilities. Your hostage, whose name is as attractive as his face, “Jeon Jungkook,” you called and he lifts his tired face from the chair you tied him up in. A poorly litted motel room. “Time to eat.” You set a bowl on the coffee table in front of him, in between his lap. He wriggles his wrist, tightly bounded by phone cable, and trailed his eyes to the side and you understood. Suddenly, you felt sorry for him. “I can’t untie you, it’s against the protocols.” You picked the bowl up and replace yourself in it’s place, before you started feeding Jungkook, gently.

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Paper (3)

Is happening here 

And here too if you’d prefer!


Hands on the hips of her pantalets, Leia stared at the finished dress on the headless form. Daring in its severity: no voluminous arms, no heavy bustle. No decorative burden whatsoever. Just clean blue bodice into high neck, sleeves snug from shoulders to wrists, skirt too soft for undernets. The last two weeks, pinning filmy pattern pieces to muslin, Leia had doubted her calculations. Repeatedly paused, scissors in hand, to frown over the instructions. But there was no mistake: the design was so faithful to the figure that it allowed no corsetry.

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Eagle Scout Project benefits Greater sage-grouse and partnerships

When it came time to choose his Eagle Scout Service Project last year, 16-year-old Kolton Dahl had a pretty good idea that he wanted to do something related to the Greater sage-grouse.

Now in his junior year at Burns High School, Dahl had worked closely with Andrew Shields - a wildlife biologist at the Roaring Springs Ranch and an Eagle Scout himself - on projects monitoring Greater sage-grouse that call the ranch and neighboring public lands home.

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the art of the trade

day three of @platonicvldweek - lions/bonding

2694 words, in which keith and red share a moment or three. s2 spoilers. 

also available on ao3.

      Red believes in equal exchange or nothing at all. Trust for trust. Joy for joy. Hope for hope. But she also deals in wrath, envy, even despair. Whatever Keith can offer her, she will match it, and needless to say, he prefers trading lighter memories, few and far between though they seem. However, Red shows no obvious interest in the memories themselves, but in the act of the trade, and when Keith settles into her cabin to think, her presence presses all around him, heavy and warm. Expectant.

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Let’s talk madness...

 [Alright well by now everyone has either seen madness or has heard of it and wants to continue to scream despite the fact that we haven’t gotten all the manga scans out yet - or rather properly translate yet.

PLEASE be aware I am not doing this to be an asshole - I fucking ship Otayuri like its my life blood but I am also very realistic as I humanly can because I want to make sure anyone who DOESN’T ship my ship doesn’t come telling me “Oh you are just being bias because you love the ship!” like bitch please - calm your titties down first of all. Second sit down, both otayuri fan and anti alike.

 Shit about to get LONG AS FUCK - So undercut for now.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I make Dragon Age videos on YouTube and I just found your page here. I was wondering if you could take a moment to check it out? It's called "The Kingdom" (that may be changing soon), and the series is called Talking Dragon Age. Thanks! -Cole

Hey Cole! Thanks for telling me about your series - from what I’ve seen so far, it’s absolutely right up my alley. For those of my followers who tend to lurk around here specifically for the kind of meta that shows up in my #lore nerd and #jez thinks too much about dragon age tags, this show is something you may want to check out.

As an example, I figured I’d post the episode that seemed most relevant to my blog, considering that I’m so often blathering about this god-damned god: 

I’m pretty much 100% there with you in terms of thoughts and theories - and I love how you expand your discussion to include the possible exploration of Tevinter, Qunari, Rivaini, and Nevarran politics into DA4. Rivain would be of particular interest to me if the story delves into trying to establish an alliance with both the Qunari and Tevinter, considering that culturally they act as sort of a bridge between the Qunari and the non-Qun cultures of Thedas. Rivain is home to the only Qunari settlements that remain on the mainland and Qunari emissaries are often seen moving freely throughout the territory. Though the Qunari were once their conquerers, Rivain seems to have established a relatively peaceful co-existence with them. And considering that so many of the conflicts in Dragon Age fall along religious divides, Rivain would be a bit of a wildcard in terms of who they would side with. Their royalty is Andrastian, the majority of their nation is pantheistic, and a number of people living close to the Qunari settlements seem to have either converted to the Qun or merged it with the faith of their homeland’s native religion. 

Another thing you brought up that has always been a sticking point with me is Solas’s pursuit of the eluvians. We know that gaining control of them was one of the very first things Solas pursued. The agent who failed to obtain them was a reference to Masked Empire, a novel that takes place at the very start of the War of the Lions between Celene and Gaspard. That war begins exactly a year before the destruction of the Conclave - which means Solas had only just woken up. This was one of the very first orders he gave - gain control of the eluvians. So we know it has to be very important to him.

Now, this desire may have been simply driven by logistics. The eluvians can give him access to places he cannot otherwise travel to and by controlling them, he can not only move his forces about more freely, but he can also ensure that his enemies cannot use them as a resource against him. But I think the eluvians may be key to something much more important to him - saving his people. We know that some ancients still walk in the waking world, but there are presumably countless others that remain sleeping, perhaps cut off from the world and unable to wake until the Veil is removed. (Cole, peering into Solas’s thoughts: “They sleep, masked in a mirror, hiding, hurting, and to wake them…”) While we don’t know the specifics, I think the eluvians are not just an instrumental tool in fulfilling his plan to reshape the world, but more importantly are a crucial piece he requires if he intends to save those who survived and yet remain somehow trapped. (Which puts the fact that that agent chose to fail that mission into a whole new context. If this is true, then he essentially chose to sacrifice countless of his people’s lives for the sake of allowing a mortal to maintain control of the network of mirrors.)

And one more thing I will mention, which isn’t a major correction or anything but I add only because it only strengthens your point about the Evanuris - you said they’d been imprisoned for about two thousand years. Assuming that the stories about the Quickening are accurate, then the Veil has been in place for  3,691 years… which is a hell of along time to be imprisoned and holding a grudge.

That’s Why I Love You (Phan Oneshot)

Word Count: 3,406 (Wow im so sorry)

Type: Angst, Fluff (99.999% fluff)

Description: Dan shouldn’t have made fun of the sticky notes Phil had bought, but hey, he doesn’t really mind them now.

A/N: This might suck this might not, I’m not sure. Please enjoy nonetheless.


If we let them take us away, we have nothing. I never realized that life is worth living until you. If you’re not in my life, I won’t live it. It’s dumb I know, trust me, it’s the most clichéd thing ever. The Romeo and Juliet classic. However, it’s the truth. Before you I didn’t want to get up, face the day, smile, laugh, survive, but with you, that all comes easily. This isn’t a moment were I beg you to stay and force you to because you feel guilty. You’re not even planning on leaving while I’m writing this, or at least I hope not. This is a confession. This is the truth. I had always heard that in order for you to love someone, you must love yourself first, but that’s not the case. I never have loved myself, but you, oh god, I love you so much, Phil, I forgot what hating myself felt like. But now? You’re going to leave, I know that, I’m not dumb, depressed sure, but not dumb.

They are getting close to finding out. Are you ready? We’ve hidden it for six and a half years. The only years that have mattered to me. I truly lived in those years. You gave me everything I have, indirectly at the very least. Among them are our midnight chats and three am kisses. Our morning breath make outs, our sweaty hands clasped together. Our witty banter, or our lame jokes. Our I love yous’ and our movie nights. I’m not trying to get you to stay if you don’t want too, I’m just trying to tell you what I feel. I know that’s not enough, but it was for those amazing fantastic six years. Maybe I’m not good enough, because after all, I don’t have anything to offer. I just want you to know, I love you and I just want you to be happy, I’ll get over it if that’s what you want. I just love you so much, I’m sorry.

God, I’m so sorry for whatever I did, hell it could have been a lot I did. I’m sorry if I hurt you in anyway, it was never my intention. I’m shit at this really, you know that, I’m not sure how you ever let me write in our book, what I’m trying to say, jokes aside, is that I really do love you, more than you could possibly understand or feel for me, and I just want you to know that I’m glad I spent my prime years with you, even if you are leaving, I’m glad you gave me six plus years of happiness, I’m glad you gave me you for a bit.

- Dan

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