i did fact check this

nishinoyalovesyuu  asked:

Hi! I'm the trash anon that begged you to consider the voltron au and let me just say that I love the character interpretation??? Like it's so spot on and I'm just in love! Thank you so much for drawing something for it, it like really actually made my day

!!!!!!! I’m happy you liked it, then!!!! ‘cause actually I have more

a Role Reversal™

This is Shigeru Mizuki

He was born March 8 1922 and passed away November 30 2015 at age 93.

Mizuki-san was a manga-ka and historian, most famous for his Kitaro manga, Which he started publishing in 1960.

I could give a textbook account of him and everything he’s done and his influence on Japanese culture and revival of the interest in Yokai in Japan as a whole, but I just want to point out some very small things about him;

The first is, unlike a lot of Manga-ka of the 60s, Mizuki did not learn to draw Manga from Tezuka’s school…. or any school at all. He was one of those weird ‘natural talents’ you always hear about but actual examples of are hard to find. Mizuki was one such person. He just inately knew how to draw. And as a result, despite influences from other manga at the time, his characters generally don’t resemble what we think of when we think of ‘60s manga’

Not to mention that, despite his preferred art style, he was diverse in what he could do with how he drew, easily going from his more cartoony drawings to a more realistic style, sometimes doing both at once.

Mizuki-san was drafted into the Japanese Imperial Army during WWII, and during the war contracted malaria and lost his left arm during an explosion.

He was left-handed.

However, despite disease, losing his drawing-hand, being the only surviving member of his unit and literally being ‘ordered to die’ by his superiors, Mizuki survived the war and taught himself to draw with his right hand and just kept going.

His manga that he’s famous for were all done after he lost his dominant arm.

All his manga have a personal autobiographical touch to them. Whether it’s “Showa” which is literally a historical account of what Japan was like from the 20s to the 80s, to Kitaro, which is about the stories of Yokai told to him by his elderly neighbour, all his manga have something personal about them.

He is a cultural icon in Japan for keeping traditional ghost stories and creatures alive in the modern consciousness, as well as his contributions to Japanese history regarding WWII. He traveled the world, gathering ghost stories and traditional folklore from other countries as well.

He’s been awarded a string of awards I’m not even gonna attempt to list, although personally I feel most noteworthy is the ‘Personal of Cultural Merit’ award in 2010 and the ‘Order of the Rising Sun’ Award.

But again, that is his importance historically and culturally, whereas I find his personal struggles regarding the loss of his arm and just relearning how to draw something more personal to know as an artist.

With this in mind, He is also noteworthy for never really following the idea that most manga-ka of the time had that ‘you only need 3 hours sleep a night’ or to keep working without rest. Mizuki never really followed that belief. He got a full night’s sleep every night, and fully believed in actually LIVING life, and not just spending your entire life behind a desk, drawing.

He later joked offhandedly that at age 90 he was still around whereas everyone else of the same time period making manga had long since died.

I feel this is incredibly important to remember. Tezuka believed in working non-stop and barely sleeping. And he is undoubtedly the most important contributor to what we think of as manga today. But Mizuki-san, who is just as important to Japanese culture, believed in sleeping well, living life, and being happy. And he was ALSO important, created amazing work, and is recognized as a master.

You don’t need to work yourself to death to be an artist.

Mizuki-san had a list of ‘7 rules to happiness’, which I honestly feel is worth remembering. It may be things we’ve heard before, but this coming from a man, who went through active war, lost limbs, nearly died,retaught himself how to draw because he wasn’t able to give up, made an impact on Japanese culture, believed in living life, refused to overwork himself and lived to the age of 93, it feels like you can trust his advice. because he’s someone who’s seen some serious shit, but he was happy, and he’d learned how to be happy. And from what I’ve heard remained happy and content until he died of natural causes.

Number 1

‘Don’t try to win – Success is not the measure of life. Just do what you enjoy. Be happy.’

Number 2

‘Follow your curiosity – Do what you feel drawn towards, almost like a compulsion. What you would do without money or reward.’

Number 3

‘Pursue what you enjoy – Don’t worry if other people find you foolish. Look at all the people in the world who are eccentric—they are so happy! Follow your own path.’

Number 4

‘Believe in the power of love – Doing what you love, being with people you love. Nothing is more important.’

Number 5

‘Talent and income are unrelated – Money is not the reward of talent and hard work. Self-satisfaction is the goal. Your efforts are worthy if you do what you love.’

Number 6

‘Take it easy – Of course you need to work, but don’t overdo it! Without rest, you’ll burn yourself out.’

Number 7

‘Believe in what you cannot see – The things that mean the most are things you cannot hold in your hand.’

I don’t think about Harry Potter a whole lot, typically, but today I saw a video that featured Harry wearing some cool shades and I started wondering: what if Voldemort’s killing curse had struck Harry just a little lower? What if, on the first of November, 1981, the Dursleys had discovered on the doorstep their infant nephew - not with a conspicuous jagged scar, but instead with eyes the colour of electricity? How would blind Harry Potter’s life differ from the story we already know?

The first divergences are small and predictable. On his eleventh birthday, Harry’s letter from Hogwarts is written in delicate braille and the signature of Minerva McGonagall is elegantly embossed. At the Hut-on-the-Rock, the newly-revealed wizard boy is impressed not by Hagrid’s size but by the unusual depth of his voice.

Arriving at Hogwarts, we get no description of Draco Malfoy’s appearance, but instead learn the self-important scuffing sound of his footsteps, plus the fact that Crabbe and Goyle smell of old oatmeal, too much candy, and something that reminds Harry of grumpy toads.

Instead of learning “Lumos”, our blind Harry learns spells like “Oros” - which makes books and letters whisper their contents to him in their papery voices - as well as “Divinus”, which causes his wand to hum like a tuning fork the closer it gets to the object he’s thinking of.

One very notable thing has changed, however. In this world, no-one will ever tell Harry that he has his mother’s eyes. It’s hard to tell how much this changes Harry’s story; perhaps, without Lily’s eyes to stir up such emotion, Professor Snape won’t inflict Harry with the sadistic cruelty of a jealous lover - though he still treats the Potter boy with the same distance and hostility he felt towards Harry’s father, James (this, plus the acrid fumes and addling, humid vapours of the potions classrooms, continues to make the subject one of Harry’s least favourite).

With eyes that mark him as “The Boy who Lived” he may not be able to see the reflection of his desires in the Mirror of Erised, but upon placing his hand on the mirror’s cool surface Harry’s head is filled with the murmurs of familiar and comforting voices - his uncles, grandmothers, great-aunts and second cousins - and he is taken by an overwhelming sense of belonging, of being home.

Our sighted Harry always relied on the help of his friends to overcome challenges, and this remains true through the challenges to reach the Philosopher’s Stone. Hermione will still fend off the devil’s snare and solve the potion riddle, while Ron’s command over the chess board will still get the trio through the fourth chamber. Unable to see, Harry may yet be able to capture the winged key in the third chamber; instead of chasing the key like a daring snitch-seeker, he rises cautiously on his broom into the middle of the whirling, fluttering cloud and waits patiently until his keen ears distinguish the slow and clumsy flapping of the injured old key, grabbing it cleanly out of the air as it lumbers past him.

In his second year, Harry’s blindness is if anything an advantage in the fight against the basilisk, making him immune to the serpent’s petrifying gaze as he follows the sound of Fawkes’ voice to rend it through its head. (Incidentally, the repercussions of Dobby’s meddling this year will be slightly lessened, as who could blame a blind twelve-year-old for knocking over a sugared violet pudding - although the Dursleys will try - or bumping into a wall at Central Cross station?)

Professor Trelawney’s classes in third year could only be incredibly tedious for Harry, being unable to read tea leaves or see into crystal balls. What’s more, the Divination professor makes near-constant references to “blind prophets” and “third eyes”, which Harry can’t help but feel is somewhat offensive. Hermione will be very patient with Harry when they sit down to practice their astrology readings and Harry has to ask “Where are the stars, Hermione? The stars? Is Mars in the house of Jove right now? What’s the moon doing?”

With all the talk of The Grim this year, all Harry notices is the lingering ‘shaggy dog smell’ that seems to follow him around whenever he’s outside the castle.

Will a blind boy be allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Of course he will! Wizards don’t understand ‘safety’. Our Harry may not be a confident flyer, but he still has command of the Accio charm, as well as an entire stash of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products under his bed in his dormitory. Even a Hungarian Horntail can’t see you through Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, not can it smell you once you’ve detonated a few dung bombs. After being tricked into devouring an entire case of Skiving Snackboxes, any dragon is going to feel like taking the day off.

Harry doesn’t recognise Hermione at first when she attends the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum: her improved posture changes the sound of her footsteps, and her voice has taken on a new lilt and clarity after Madam Pomfrey shrunk her teeth to undo Malfoy’s hex. Masking her characteristic smells of library books and toothpaste, she carries with her the flowery scent of the cosmetic potion she put in her hair.

Harry will be incapable of seeing thestrals, even at the start of his fifth year; after hearing the clopping of hooves from his carriage and remarking that “regular, horse-drawn transport seems rather mundane for Hogwarts”, he will be drawn into a very awkward and illuminating conversation with Luna Lovegood about the nature of death.

Umbrige will be described to us not as “toad-like”, but in terms of her voice “like an indignant budgerigar stuck in an expensive vase”. Her classroom smells strongly to Harry of talcum powder and too-sweet tea, with an undertone of vinegar and hints of nightshade.

With a fragment of Tom Riddle’s soul trapped within his eyes, Harry’s visions of Voldemort are stronger than ever, and he rushes as always to confront the Death Eaters - a group of determined friends by his side - at the Ministry of Magic.

Of course this Harry will succeed in hunting down the remaining Horcruxes and tracing the paths of the Deathly Hallows. How could he not, with his magical talents, his powerful capacity for empathy and love, and the endless help of his his allies and friends?

Coming to in a spectral representation of King’s Cross Station, Harry recoils from the whimpering fragment of Voldemort’s should before being greeted by the figure of Albus Dumbledore, whom Harry recognises from his distinguished voice - like a grand old oak tree, its branches bowed under the weight of a thousand stars. Harry’s figment of Dumbledore smells like soap and gold wire, like ink, polished wood and lemon sherbets, and very faintly of kind and humble tears. Occasional wisps of the old man’s expansive beard brush past.

Harry has the same conversation with Dumbledore about life and death, about his own plans and foils, and about Voldemort. Harry is offered the same choice: to go back to the land of the living or to board a train into the beyond. Harry still chooses to return to Voldemort’s camp in the Forbidden Forest, for the sake of his friends, whom he knows and loves by sound and smell and touch.

Harry - The Boy Who Lived - the boy with eyes like lightning, duels Voldemort without ever seeing his snake-like features or the contempt and malice in his red-ringed pupils, and defeats the dark lord just as he does in the original story, because the sum of one’s strength is more than any one sense, just like a community’s strength is greater than that of any one person. Beside the skinny boy with the dark glasses held together by Spell-o-tape stand a frizzy-haired muggle girl who has read every book, two of redhead siblings from a huge and loving family, a forgetful boy raised by grandmother, a girl who still carries around a battered pair of Spectre Specs, and countless other witches and wizards who know that love, acceptance and cooperation are the most powerful magics of all.

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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capsicleized  asked:

TFC au: they do roller derby, not exy. (At the very least the girls do, I don't know I've ever heard of guys doing it but WHY NOT)

I LOOKED UP MEN’S ROLLER DERBY AND YO

SIGN ME THE FUCK UP give me moment because i am a research nerd though it might be shaky forgive me

  • It’s so violent they’ll love it
  • DERBY NAMES FUC
  • Kevin’s derby name is probably Day of Death or something like that. Aaron refuses to have a derby name but Nicky names him and Andrew. It’s originally something really stupid like the cat names (Bloodlust McPhoenix or something) but he eventually changes them to something Andrew won’t kill him for (Aaron is The Chimera because he’s a science nerd and Andrew is just The Phoenix)
  • FULL. BODY. CHECKS. Andrew and Neil use their height against the taller players ALL THE TIME by slipping under them. Neil loves faking them out and playing with them while Andrew just goes in for the full check. All aggression.
  • GIRL’S TEAM LEADER DAN OF COURSE, she’s the most experienced has been doing it ever since she’s been old enough to derby 
  • Allison goes into derby as an escape and her parents disapprove so much but she’s super popular with the crowd
  • Neil loves skating everywhere. Every w he re. He’ll skate home, skate the the rink, skate to the grocery store. It’s like he never takes them off. Sometimes he forgets how to walk and tries to slide forward and just fucking trips. All the damn time.
  • Neil is a becomes the main jammer because of how fucking fast he is. Guess all the skating paid off. 
  • Kevin probably saw him doing tricks at the park one day and was like ‘he’ll leave those fuckers in the dust’ and threw him in the rink
  • Andrew does not care about derby and mostly does it because the adrenaline rush distracts him but eventually starts going to the park with Neil and it’s the best time of the day for Neil 
  • EVERYONE GOES TO THE PARK TO HANG OUT so much skating
  • Smol Daughter Robin Cross loves going to the park alone but then Andrew finds her and he scares her senseless but she thinks Neil’s tricks are super cool
  • Andrew shoves her to Dan (whose line isn’t big enough because people kept graduating) like ‘I found a girl here take her’
  • Andrew and Neil teaching Robin how to derby at the park
  • SUPER AGGRESSIVE RAVENS NOBODY LEAVES A MATCH WITH THEM WITHOUT GETTING INJURED
  • Trojans are super sweet but once they’re on the rink they’re fucking ruthless watch out

anonymous asked:

doesn't it annoy you whenever people think "asian eyes" are a thing? cause i'm pretty sure that asian people's eyes are the same size as white people eyes, but there's a flap of skin that covers part of it and makes it look small. and you can't classify all asian's eyes as one type. but i'm indian, so it might not make sense why i'm offended since i have so-called normal eyes

technically, we all have similar-sized eyeballs. i think the actual diameter of adult eyes is around  22 or 24 mm (not sure, probably 24?), and people would only vary about one or two mm at the most. i suppose the only time you could really argue that the size of eyeballs between people varies is when they’re young + growth rate of eyeballs may vary. but still, eyeballs generally grow the most and the fastest within the first few years of life + i think that the max age that you could technically keep on growing is around 7 years ?? someone check me if i’m wrong but yeah, technically, everybody’s eyeballs are the same size.

not every asian person will have exactly the same eyes. besides, the term “asian” can cover such a variety of countries and ethnicities, so it’s really pointless to label a person’s eyes as “asian.” 

NEW AND IMPROVED NINJAGO EYE COLOUR HEADCANON

Because now we’ve missed out even more of our green ninja’s life and suddenly his eyes have gone green.

Red - Corruption.

Light/Lime green - Venomari venom.

Dark green- You’re the green bloody ninja and the only person in the entirety of Ninjago with an eye condition like that. Dammit LEGO (And I did in fact check to see if the greens are different and they are. so there.)

Purple - You are probably going to die Complete corruption.

Wearing Glasses- They are going to cause a problem/will be evil at some point.

Only the red eyes thing seems to hold true in the movie… The rest is just special snowflakism.

X- men pref. Hamilton Songs.

Originally posted by eavensmusings

I know my sister like I know my own mind
You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned
He’d be mine
She would say, “I’m fine”
She’d be lying!

You forced a smile as you saw Scott kiss your sister, Jean, as she walked out of her class. It was hard being in love with your sisters boyfriend. Well, it was your fault that you were in this position that you just happened to be in. 

You met him a few months ago, he was new and a big flirt. After a few attempts of flirting with you, you introduced him to your sister Jean, knowing that it would be a chance to escape the horrible pick up lines. 

But after you got to know him more, you couldn’t deny your feelings for him. But he was already with Jean. 

You knew that you would just have to suck it up. You knew Jean better than anyone else, you knew what she struggled with, how kind and trusting she was. You knew with out a doubt that Jean would break up with Scott for you, but you couldn’t let her. It would crush your sister to give him up, to know that she’s too nice to say no. 

So you kept your emotions under control. At least my dear Jean is his. 

- Satisfied.


Originally posted by magnetosmind

An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in!
He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen
Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!

You weren’t a mutant. Just a plan old human with combat skills better than the Avengers put together. No one knew of this of course, to the whole school and your boyfriend Peter, all they knew that you were a big deal and they don’t know why. 

“Mon amour,” You spoke to your boyfriend in your native language. “Stay safe.” With a simple kiss on the cheek, he sped off, ready to go on another mission with the X-Men. 

A few days later, you had been assigned to go on a mission, kill a few people who were working for HYDRA. The fight was easy, shoot a few guys, snap some necks with your thighs, the usual. It was almost amusing how easily they were to take down. 

“Y/N?” You heard a voice say, you turn around to lock eyes with your boyfriend. The moment of silence between you was odd, Peter was staring at the bodies with wide eyes. “Damn.”

- Guns and Ships


Originally posted by claracivry

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control:
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

To Kurt it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that the girl he loved, the girl who had the purest heart in the world had to die. Ever since your death, Kurt had been a mess. He locked himself in his room, refusing to see or talk to anyone. The only time anyone had seen him was at your funeral. 

“You know I use to believe that if you were good, good would happen.” Kurt told Scott, after he broke the door off. “I use to pray twice every day, go to church, help when needed. And I came her and met Y/N, and I thought ‘this is my good coming back’ because she was the most amazing person I have ever met.

And now she’s dead. She was so kind. Always letting go before her, giving away when she had none. All to die so soon. I find myself laying down at night, thinking why. Why her? She did nothing wrong. Why do bad things keep on happening to the best people?”

- History has its eyes on you


Originally posted by evanpetersxsophieturner


Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before

You were Jean’s first girlfriend, first friend, first person to make her feel valid. You found it cute as she rambled, going on and on about she read a bullshit article in the news paper. 

“I mean did they even check their facts!” She exclaimed, her voice raising a bit. “Shit!” She yelled, realizing her voice was getting louder, before apologizing. 

“Don’t,” You told her. “It’s okay, you just got a little excited. It’s fine.” 

“Are you sure? B- Because I don’t want to be like screaming in your face, I mean i just don’t get to talk a lot so an-”

You cut her off with a kiss. “It’s fine.”

- My Shot

anonymous asked:

Who was Kitty Livingston? I saw a couple Hamilton blogs 'shipping' her with Alexander Hamilton but i also saw some people saying she was his sister - which deeply disturbed me at first, until i did some fact checks and realized that Hamilton didn't have any sisters. But I couldn't find what was her actual relationship to him? Nor how anyone could get that mixed up but I guess that's just the fandom.

When Alexander Hamilton arrived to Elizabethtown, New Jersey in 1773, he met William Livingston and his family, which including his daughter Catharine “Kitty” Livingston. Hamilton wrote letters to Kitty because he could discuss politics with her. He was open to talking about other things such as marriage and romance. 

From Alexander Hamilton to Catharine Livingston, 11 April 1777

From Alexander Hamilton to Catharine Livingston, May 1777

From Alexander Hamilton to Catharine Livingston and Elizabeth Schuyler, [January–February 1780]

anonymous asked:

I dont know if you've answered this before, but what are your thoughts pertaining Adam? I've seen headcanons saying he was already dead (when Cas Molotov-ed him) and others saying he's probably a demon (tortured souls eventually break and turn)

Castiel: The human soul, it can only occupy a body while it retains a certain … structural integrity, and this vessel, it was … It was ripped apart on a subatomic level by an archangel.
-The Things We Left Behind 10.09

Like many fans, I wanted to be able to apply this to Adam because I hate the idea of him being trapped in hell for so long. But when I did the fact checking that idea fell apart. 

Jimmy’s soul went to heaven because the vessel was ripped apart at a sub-atomic level, meaning it couldn’t contain any life, including Castiel who died along with Jimmy. Adam’s body wasn’t ripped apart, it was set on fire, and we saw in Stairway to Heaven 9.22 that being doused in holy fire can kill an angel but it doesn’t fully destroy the vessel. We also saw that an angel injured by holy fire can be healed, Cas was going to heal Josiah but he refused and chose death. Michael is much more powerful than Josiah. When Castiel moltoved Michael he told Dean “He’ll be back, and upset, but you got your five minutes.” He knew that Michael was powerful enough to survive the fire but he would have to put it out and heal his vessel before returning to the battlefield. A moltov cocktail wouldn’t have been powerful enough to kill Michael or fully destroy the vessel and those are major differences between his situation and Castiel’s.

We also have the issue of consent. If Adam’s body had been destroyed on a sub-atomic level Michael would have been ejected too (Michael probably would die from that kind of damage but, if he did manage to survive, he’d have to return to his natural state since the vessel was destroyed). We know from Rapture 4.20 and Road Trip 9.10 that if an angel leaves a vessel they can’t re-enter it until the human has given new consent that allows the angel back in. This is why angels don’t take dead bodies as vessel, they need consent from a living soul that owns that vessel. In season 5 the only thing the angels wanted was for Dean and Sam to be vessels, they didn’t care about them as people, and in Dark Side of the Moon 5.16 they both died. If Michael and Lucifer could possess a dead vessel then there would have been no reason to bring them back to life, their bodies were laying in a motel room for anyone to use. The angels resurrected them because a vessel can’t be inhabited without consent. The angels rebuilt Adam’s body and shoved his soul back in because Michael couldn’t possess him without consent. If Adam got sent to heaven when Michael was moltoved then the damage would have been bad enough that Adam’s body would have been destroyed. Michael would have to reassemble the body and put Adam’s soul back in it in order to get consent to re-enter. The only way Michael could have returned to that cemetery and fallen into the pit is if Adam’s soul was in his body. 

The only known angels to inhabit a vessel without another soul inside are Anna and Castiel. Anna grew her body from an embryo after becoming human, the only human soul that owned it was Anna’s which means she had the right to use it. As for Castiel, another thing he said in The Things We Left Behind was “I was reassembled.” Specifically, God re-assembled Cas. God had set up the rules about angels needing permission from a human soul to inhabit a vessel, the canon implies that God bypassed those rules when he shoved Castiel into an empty vessel. The thought did cross my mind “What if, while Michael was off-screen, he died and God shoved him into an empty vessel like he did Cas?” but there is nothing in the canon to even suggest that this happened. That question would fall into the realm of “It’s possible because anything is possible” which is too speculative. In Dark Side of the Moon it was clearly stated that God didn’t want to get involved in Michael and Lucifer’s fight and we have to defer to that canon until we’re told otherwise. 

Unfortunately I can’t find anything in the canon to support Adam’s soul being in heaven. I dug into everything I could think of, I really wanted this one to be possible, but everything I found contradicts that idea.

As for Adam being a demon: that happens when a human soul is twisted in hell and the canon examples we’ve been given of how that’s accomplished is through torture. We don’t know how long this takes but it’s probably different for everyone because certain people are easier to break than others. Another thing to keep in mind is that all of Sam’s memories of the pit are of him and Lucifer, we have no clue what Michael and Adam have been doing down there. It’s possible that Adam became Lucifer’s new play thing after Sam was rescued but it’s also possible that Michael is protecting him. When the cage gets opened Michael will still need a vessel and that vessel needs to be inhabited by a willing, human soul. I can’t imagine an angel being able to enter a vessel on the permission of a demon, all of the humanity has been stripped from a demon and they no longer have a soul. I think it’s likely that Michael has been protecting Adam so that his soul will remain human and Michael will be able to use him as a vessel again. 

The canon points to Adam’s soul being trapped in the pit but there’s a chance that he hasn’t been tortured or demonized. For all we know he and Michael are down there playing an endless game of 20 Questions while Lucifer groans at them to shut the hell up.

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I’m a big fan of these “Last Lines” graphics that are going around, so I decided to jump on the bandwagon.

I’m sure there are plenty of other much better Rainbow Rowell versions, but here’s my contribution.

Yes, some of them have more than one sentence, so they’re not technically the last linE, and also I took out some “he saids” to make it look pretty.

But yeah….

I <3 Rainbow Rowell just a wee bit.

I’m also now super paranoid that these aren’t in fact the last lines at all. I did check my books so I’m pretty sure I’m right.

anonymous asked:

Eric was more homicidal, Dylan was suicidal. Check yo facts boiiii

When did I ever say other whys? I didn’t. “Check yo facts boiiiii”

On the topic though, that isn’t entirely true.
Suicidal:
•BOTH Eric and Dylan autopsies reported they cut themselves, speaking from a military stand point that is considered suicidal tendencies.
Homicidal:
•You don’t go on a fucking murder rampage if you aren’t homicidal, it was planned, they were both excited about it.

They were both suicidal and homicidal, they just wanted to appear differently. I think Dyl wanted to get caught for being suicidal and not homicidal because he most likely did not want his life ruined over being homicidal, Eric most likely felt so lonely and unnoticed that he was trying to show himself as a ‘monster’ to get help.

asexuality awareness week ace headcanons: asexual katherine plumber (from newsies)

  • katherine who didn’t realize she was ace (or that she seemed attracted to people differently than her peers, since she wouldn’t have a word for asexuality) for the majority of her life because due to the time period. she was taught that women didn’t have sexual desires or found people attractive, so she never really thought about.
  • katherine who never got “the sex talk” because it was seen as improper and never really heard about sex as more than a concept until she eavesdropped on a couple of older guys outside the sun.
  • katherine who is sex repulsed and, upon learning what she can about sex, vows never to marry so she never has to have her “wedding night”.
  • katherine who always ignored her crushes and anyone who tried to flirt with her because of this vow, knowing she could never do everything that a relationship would require. most people gave up pretty quickly on winning her affections.
  • katherine always purposely ignored her family’s talk about “her future husband.
  • katherine who was sarcastic and made jokes when jack flirted with her, but as a defense mechanism because holy crap when will this kid take a hint (and because she was scared that she liked him too).
  • katherine who found herself getting too attached but told herself she was just following through with the story. that lie didn’t last long.
  • katherine who kissed jack mostly because she wanted to, but a part of her because she thought he was leaving and this might be her only chance. while she didn’t want him to go, it would free her from any future sexual “obligation”. (not that she could see herself marrying him or for any reason sleeping with him, just that everyone made it seem like any form of romantic could must eventually lead to something sexual, right?)
  • katherine who, upon thinking jack was actually leaving, realized how much she would miss him and didn’t want to go. she was relieved but worried when he didn’t.
  • katherine, who put off telling him for a long time. but one night when they were alone on the rooftop it just got to be too much and she let it all spill out. she was stuttering and crying and she didn’t have the words to describe exactly how she was but jack just sat and listened.
  • katherine who was sure that it was over, only to have him hug her and tell her it was fine; her comfort was his priority (and then they had a long talk about attraction and the lack their of, as jack kelly is hella grey-ro).
  • katherine who talks to davey about the whole attraction thing (upon jack dropping hints that she should do so) and finding that he felt the same way. they begin to help each other out.
  • katherine who comes to terms with herself over time, with a little help from her friends.
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>> “I’ve heard they’re insane–that they can even derez programs with their bare hands_”

So I made a lot of cubes. A lot of cubes. Et voila! Rectified!Quorra in the snowy Outlands, with… what was a program. Poor guy. At least she’s having fun. xD

So my aunt just showed me this huge long rant one of her friends did on facebook about how in the movie dunkirk they didn’t show the national day of prayer that grounded the whole luftwaffe and saved the day and I googled and did some fact checking and while the day of prayer did in fact happen none of the magical after effects (such as none of the luftwaffe planes working) happened at all and I explained this along with the fact that it didn’t fit in with the plot but she asked if I was ok with ‘christian erasure’ and I was like ‘girl when in all of history have white christian people been erased”

So she told me I’m going to hell because of my lack of faith and I said “well only if you put in a bad word for me and that’s not very christian of you”

So now I’m extra super going to hell and I’ll high five the devil on the way down

Submit: Quick note from a 'luvvie'!

Dear and most awesome writer of this esteemed blog,

I have been reading this blog for the past few months after discovering it because I thought there was something very ‘off’ with the showmance so I did what all responsible people do when they want to fact check and did my Googleing. Then discovered a whole world of other sceptics which is just shiny!

I wanted to write in because you recently mentioned that many of the nannies seem to be theatre types who may be publicly supportive of BC/SH because of industry loyalty. I have just retired from theatre ( I was a stage manager) for health reasons but there are a couple of points I can help with on this one!

In theatre, it is true that you have to be very careful with what you say publicly. Every body is either related to, friends with or knows about everyone else and gossip spreads. FAST. You diss the wrong person and it can mean that you will wind up losing work because you have a big mouth. Unless your act is stuffing balls in your mouth.

That said, you can still criticise but it needs to be constructive, not catty. One of the best known insults is to say a play or performer was ‘interesting’ which basically means it sucked. 

However there is one thing which unites all performers, techies, directors,etc. That is- PLAGIARISM. It’s a golden rule that you never take credit for other peoples work unless you actually worked on that production. You steal or copy someone else work? That’s a black ball right there. You get a name for yourself as someone who takes credit for something you didn’t do or had minimal involvement in and you can end up never working again. Now SH is dangerously close to the edge on this one. While she allows her CV to remain on-line then she opens herself up for people ripping her down because she is lying about what she has achieved. If BC and she are in love then she needs to prove nothing but putting up her CV and allowing it to stand when she knows it to contain false details? That’s the actions of someone who knows she is nothing and is trying to boost herself up. There are lots of whispers about her going on, mainly because people who have worked with her are deeply unimpressed. Most of them call her ‘interesting’. Or give side eye.

So I did some digging. I know someone who has worked with her on a previous production (wont reveal details) so I asked him about her. His response? 

“That useless cow? She was awful….a bad director, who wanted people to see her as this fantastic visionary but knew that her ideas were second rate and third hand. We had a word for her, the valance. A decorative object which contributed nothing. She had nothing original to say or do, vapid and dull and she dragged the entire company down. Our best moments were ones she had nothing to do with.”

(That is the short version, his actual response was a 20 minute rant!)

So there you have it. She may act like a princess with her head turns and nose in the air but backstage she is nothing and no one has much good to say of her. Also, on the topic of princesses? Why does she always have her hands in her pockets, even when addressing royalty? You never greet a dignitary with your hands in your pockets! Basic good manners mean you look the person in the eye, show deference and maintain an open and respectful body posture. And she looks like she is slouching around the pub on a Tuesday night! 

Anyway, that’s my two pence on this one! I don’t have Baileys but I just made a spiced mocha cake if that will do?

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Ballsy:   Esteemed?  Oh dear, I believe you may have me confused with someone else.  ;)

Interesting.  Ah shit!  Shouldn’t have used that word.  No receipts here, but we do have other accounts that sound similar to this, and it also fits in with the CV fluffing.  Why do that if you really are “accomplished”? 

What’s needed is some behind the scenes footage or interviews to really get a good picture of just how bad she might be.  Are there any?  Hmmmmm?