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destielonfire  asked:

Ok so my first thought is: how does the obvious parallel between the banes and the Winchesters (and Max and Dean in particular) and their story in this ep fit into the "finding a better way / not repeating past mistakes" theme of this season? Even if Max didn't sell his soul, I find it difficult to see what he did as finding a better way instead of just history repeating itself...what do you think?

The problem is assuming that there are “obvious parallels” in s12.

There aren’t.

And… even the parallel between Dean and Max is flawed… 

I’m having an exceedingly difficult time writing coherent meta lately, because s12 is like one of those Magic Eye pictures that you can’t “see” unless you unfocus your eyes and stop TRYING to see it.

(funnily enough I can’t actually see the pictures in those damn books)

I told Lizbob the other day it’s the sound of one hand clapping. I’m starting to feel like a total flake trying to write meta about it, because it’s like writing meta on the sea.

Max didn’t take a deal (SUBVERTED!), Alicia isn’t actually resurrected because she’s just sticks and string with her consciousness overlaid with magic AND UNDER MAX’S CONTROL, not actually completely free. (SUBVERTED!)

I’d been expecting that to happen (or something similar) since Alicia was the first one possessed by the demon in 12.06.

Because in some ways, Max was a closer mirror to Sam, and Alicia was a closer mirror to Dean…

Max was the “natural witch,” the one with freaky magical powers (like Sam). He was the one convinced that their mother was doing the equivalent of Sam’s “pulling overtime on a Miller Time Shift” back in the pilot. HE DIDN’T WANT TO GO LOOKING FOR HER. LIKE SAM DIDN’T WANT TO GO LOOKING FOR JOHN. Max had a date, Sam had Jess.

Alicia was the “normal” one with no freaky psychic woo woo (like Dean), but the one who was legitimately concerned about her mother when she didn’t call in like she usually did. Max made fun of her for it, but she refused to take no for an answer (like Dean did in the pilot).

See what I mean about looking for perfect mirrors in s12? They don’t exist.

It’s like depending on what “layer” of the text you’re looking at, you see two completely different parallels. Opposites, even.

Now Tasha was obviously a good hunter (AND WITCH!) to have lived in the life as long as she did. I’ve even reblogged at least one post that paralleled her to John here. Unlike John, in the end SHE DID NOT TAKE THE DEAL.

Aside from the surface-level similarities in the fact she raised her kids to be hunters, that’s really as far as the parallel works. Everything else about her, and how she raised them (witchcraft! How to flirt with men!) was different.

Looking at the surface level of s12 and trying to speculate is… flawed at best. The mirrors are all broken. Yet the entire story is being told through broken mirrors. You have to unfocus your eyes and look at the cracks to see what’s really going on.

And that sounds idiotic, I know. But that’s how Dabb is telling this story.

anonymous asked:

i found a text post around tumblr where this guy's roommate came home really drunk and designed an airplane (with all the drawings and calculations and shit) while intoxicated and didn't remember it the next day could u imagine that with cf victor and yuuri tho lmfao

“Okay, okay, look,” Yuuri slurs, lying on Victor’s chest with a notepad held above his head and a pen resting between his fingers. “Look,” he repeats, as though Victor isn’t looking. “See?

“See what?” Victor asks, brushing Yuuri’s hair back out of his eyes. It’s not particularly comfortable, lying like this, but he’s not about to complain. Yuuri is adorable when he’s drunk.

He had been playing some game with Phichit for a few hours, and then he’d come back to their dorm room like this. Immediately, he’d collapsed on top of Victor and started babbling incessantly about a genius breakthrough he’d had. Now, he’s designing an airplane, and is very adamant that Victor pay attention to whatever it is he’s doing. “Look! Look!” he’s insisting.

“I’m looking,” Victor promises.

“See the, um, what’s that part called? The wing! See how the wing is shaped? Like that? That helps,” he informs him, but his serious tone is betrayed by his occasional hiccup. “Listen,” he repeats.

Victor can’t help but laugh, now. “I am listening, Yuuri. I’m listening and looking. I promise.”

“Now if we just… The air resistance…” He starts scribbling formulas.

In an attempt to get him to forget about his airplane, Victor runs his foot up the bottom of Yuuri’s sweatpants, drifts it across his ankle. Yuuri doesn’t even seem to notice. “So you’re designing an airplane?” he asks, because if you can’t beat them, join them.

Yuuri shifts on top of him–it’s incredibly distracting. “Mmm,” he agrees. A second later, he thrusts his drawing in front of him, admiring it. “Done.”


As if an afterthought, he adds a few more numbers with little arrows pointing to pieces of the plane. Then, he puts the paper down on the bed and turns onto his side, his entire weight still resting on Victor. Victor wraps his arms around him, keeps their legs tangled together. “Goodnight, Yuuri.”

“You’re so nice, Vitya,” he mumbles against Victor’s chest. “So nice. Love you.”

“Love you too.”


“Who wrote this?” Yuuri asks the following morning, holding up his airplane design. Then, he pauses, and slowly but surely brings the paper closer to his eyes. “This design is actually intuitive.”

“You made it last night,” Victor reminds him. “You don’t remember?”

“I made this?”

“You’re even smarter than me when you’re drunk,” he teases, gripping Yuuri’s hips with his hands and looking at the paper over his shoulder. “Except, there is a drool stain on my shirt.”

Yuuri turns in his arms and then cringes when he sees the prominent stain on Victor’s chest. Then, though, he seems to identify his mischievous smile and nudges his shoulder instead of being embarrassed. “Well, you’re a good pillow.”

“I like being your pillow. Can I major in that? Yuuri Katsuki’s pillow. Whenever you want to design airplanes while drunk again, just let me know. Or if you want to do something else while lying on top of me…” He pauses, lets the meaning behind his words settle in. “Let me know.”

“I’m up for doing something else while lying on top of you.”

Victor perks up. “You are?”

“Like playing games on my phone, reading a book, talking to Makkachin…”


“I’m kidding.” He takes his hand and squeezes it, then leads him to the bed. “Really though, that design wasn’t bad. Remind me to show it to Phichit later.”

It’s hot out, which Harry should’ve expected, but it was still a welcoming change from drizzly London, the sun warming his skin. He stepped out the plane, nearly tripping down the stairs with his long boots skimming the ground, ready to exchange for flip-flops, or, even better, no shoes at all. The rest of his band were standing near the rental cars, talking and laughing while slowly stripping from the heavy layers, layers needed in cold England, but no longer needed in sunny tropics.

“It’s hot as fuck,” his love’s airy voice came from the top of the staircase, and he turned to see his boy squinting at the sun, already changed into cargo shorts and a tank top, sunglasses tucked into his collar, his golden skin seeming to come to life, “And bright too. Can someone turn down the sun?” He complained, gracefully coming down the stairs to latch himself against Harry’s side.

“Lou, you have sunglasses on you right now,” Harry teased, rolling his eyes as he took the glasses and slowly slipped them on Louis’ face, kissing his crinkled nose, “That better?”

Louis nodded, smiling with his head tilted up, “Much,” and brings their lips together softly, a bare trace of kisses to come.

“You all done?” Mitch called to them, breaking their bubble as they look over and see the full band watching them with fond eyes and silly grins, “Some of us want to actually get to the bungalow,”

Louis looked back to Harry, leaning up to wrap his arms around the taller boys neck and pull him into a quick kiss, a mere peck, “Ready, love?”

Harry returned the embrace, arms wrapped around his waist, and pressed their foreheads together, “With you by my side? Always.”


“Did you really make a proper English fry-up when we’re over 4,000 miles from London, and in the middle of a Caribbean paradise?” Louis asked, slowly pulling himself up from where he was spread eagle over their bed, the silk sheets pooling around his waist.

Harry sat down on the bed, across from Louis so they could make faces at each other while eating, and set the tray between them, “The past few days all we’ve had for breakfast is fruit, with the occasional bagel. Thought you could use something greasy,” Harry reasoned.

“Greasier than me, you mean?” Louis replied, taking a huge bite of his eggs, eyes nearly rolling back in his head, “Fuck, forgot how good this is. You fed the rest of the band, right?” He asked, always one to care about others.

“You’re not greasy, love. Just glowing,” Harry shot back, giggling at the pale pink coloring the other man’s cheeks, dodging the piece of bacon lobbed at him, “And yes, I fed the others, can’t have my band starve,” he grinned, and Louis laughed in response, his eyes crinkling up at the corners, a trait Harry was so helplessly in love with.

The two sat in relative silence, eating their breakfast and occasionally sticking their tongues out at each other, sharing giggles while the rest of the band move around the house, the sounds of showers being turned on and off, shouts and laughter. Louis finished his food, and pushed back against the headboard watching Harry slowly eat the rest of his eggs, “What are our plans for the day?” He asked, losing patience after ten seconds of watching him eat.

Harry smiled, and pushed away his plate, standing up to stretch, “Well, I know everyone wants to go swimming, so definitely that first,” he tapped his bottom lip, before breaking into a mischievous smirk, Louis getting a flashback of the 16 year old boy he fell in love with, “Sex On the Beach?” He propositioned with a wink, making Louis laugh.

“The act or the drink?” Louis waggled his eyebrows, both of them bursting into loud laughter when there was an unmistakable retching sound from behind their bedroom door.

“Quit being nosy, Sarah!” Harry yelled, banging on the door, tears in his eyes, smile so bright Louis’ heart felt like it was being clenched, “C’mon, Lou, let’s get dressed,” Harry pulled the smaller man out of bed, Louis feeling no insecurity being naked in front of his lover, twirling him around until they were at their joint dresser, and rifling through the top drawer, “Blue or green?” He asked, holding up two different colored trunks, but with the same striped pattern.

Louis crossed his arms, and gave Harry a look, one he was famous for, a tilt to his hip and one eyebrow raised, “What do you think?” He responded, smiling brightly when he’s handed the green pair, quickly sliding them on and wiggling to fit, laughing as Harry does the same, his long Bambi legs being as difficult as usual.

“Race to the beach?” Harry propositioned, stretching out his legs, and Louis nodded, “Alright, we’ll start at the back door, when I say go, no cheating,” he wagged his finger, and Louis rolled his eyes, but agreed to his terms. As soon as their bedroom door was opened, he shot off like a rocket, laughing at the pounding footsteps of Harry chasing after him.

A few hours passed, and Louis had sand everywhere, his skin was warm and a tad pink looking, a signal for more sunscreen, and his hair was full of salt, but fluffy. He was leaned back, pressed into Harry’s arms, sitting between his legs, as they watched the water, “I’d say today was productive,” Harry said, breaking the silence. Louis tilted his head back to look up at Harry’s face.

“We didn't​ write anything, nor record anything, we just sat on the beach,” Louis pointed out, wondering what Harry meant by “productive”.

“Yeah, but,” he leaned down and kisses Louis’ forehead, “I spent it all with you.” The smaller man cuddled back between his lover’s legs, and closed his eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of the broad chest beneath him, hearing Harry start to hum something familiar sounding, after a few seconds of this, Louis spoke up.

“Are you really humming If I Could Fly at me?” He asked, without opening his eyes, a small smile forming on his face as Harry’s chest starts to shake with laughter.

“Something like that,” he answered, hooking his chin on Louis’ shoulder, “I’m home to you, aren’t I?” Louis giggled sleepily, his voice already starting to sound warmer and gravelly, “I’m gonna miss you,” Harry confessed quietly, tracing slow lazy circles onto the soft skin underneath his fingertips, and Louis swallowed past the lump in his throat, determined for his voice to not choke up.

“A week and a half, Haz,” he tried to speak reassuringly, “We can last that, yeah?” Harry made a low hum sound in the back of his throat, before sighing lightly, the rush of cold hair giving Louis goosebumps.

“I believe,” he started slow, “That we can last forever.” His voice no longer timid at saying something so deep and intimate, knowing for sure that Louis felt the exact same. Their grips tightened around each other, and they laid like that, watching the sun disappear below the horizon, a calmness in the air.


Harry is running off of four hours of sleep, and it’s become noticeable in his song-writing, the theme drifting more towards melancholy, and longing, and breaking free. He also was checking his phone obsessively, something he promised he wouldn’t do the entire time here, vowing to not even turn the thing on. But it felt like as soon as Louis left, his phone never left his hand, waiting for something, a text, a tweet, a selfie on Instagram, just anything so he could remember what his boy felt like.

“H, it’s been four days,” Mitch called him out, after the 20th pause in recording for grown man to race to his phone, “You can’t make it four days without him?”

Harry knew it was meant as a light ribbing, but it hit all the same, that he really can’t last four days without his baby, “I miss him,” he pouted, “I just wish he were back here with me, with us. He deserves a vacation.”

“And he’ll get one once he’s back, H.” Mitch cut in, “Your boy will be back in your arms, you’ll be in your safe area, where you can hide from everything, and spend the time together.” He looked up from where he was doodling on their notebook, smiling kindly, “Won’t that be lovely?”

Harry nodded, knowing Mitch was right, and that he should calm down and wait for Louis to return to him. Pulling the notebook towards him, Harry carefully penned, under the already written words, “We’ve got to get away,” and looked back up to see his guitarist with a sparkle in his eye, and they shared a quick nod, like an unspoken word between the two.

After eight days, Harry was pretty sure his new band hated him. He had penned out quite a few songs in the past few days, some good enough to make the album, but all the same theme. Loneliness, heartbreak, lost love, soulmates, being caged. And they were only words on paper, no actual music for accompaniment.

“Harry, please, two more days,” Clare begged him, “Just two more days, and he’ll be back, you can make it.”

He put his head in his hands, dragging his hands through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, “I’m sorry, I’m not usually like this,” Harry apologized, not looking up, “God, I’m pathetic,” he cursed himself, looking up in shock when she hit his arm.

“You are not pathetic, Harold,” she chided him, before smiling, “You are in love. You want your boy here because this is your first solo album, you want him to be here for the adventure, the creation. This album’s a huge part of you, and so is he, so of course you want the two to share a time slot,” she spoke simply, explaining in such an easy way, that it felt like the gears of Harry’s brain just clicked back into place, and started to whirl.

“You’re right,” he said quietly, “Oh, my god, you’re right!” He jumped up from the kitchen table, kissed her on the cheek, and raced down the hall, slamming into the recording studio, surprising Mitch out of his seat where he was casually strumming, “I need a guitar, and a pen.” He ordered, and Mitch looked surprised for a second, before getting a steely look in his eye.

“Damn right, you do,” he grinned, and Harry felt the tug at his own lips.

It’s day ten, nearly day eleven, and Harry was laying in bed alone. The last time he talked to Louis was two days ago, where he just had to call and tell his boy all about the new song they were recording, a song about New York and talking to walls, and Louis was excitedly shouting back into the phone. The two giggled like children, and hanging up was the most difficult thing, but they knew that in two more days there would be a reunion, and that’s all the encouragement they needed to get back to their schedules.

Only now, it was nearly midnight, and Harry was still in a half empty bed. Louis didn’t give a specific time on when he was going to be back, just that it was probably going to be late. The band had tried to convince Harry to stay up and watch a movie with them, a cheesy rom-com knowing how much it would entice him, but he denied, instead choosing to stare at his ceiling and wait. The window was open, and the rushing of waves had lulled him into a near sleeping state, the air slowly cooling the later it got into the night, crickets chirping and sounding like they were on his windowsill.

“Harry! Get outta bed, we need you!” One of the members (Harry was so sleepy he couldn’t remember whose voice it was) yelled from the front room, making him groan and slowly pull himself from the bed, ready to stomp out and throw a tantrum at them for interrupting his near-nap.

He threw open the door, opening his mouth to yell back, when a body collided into him, nearly knocking him to the floor. The smell of sunshine and cologne filled his nostrils, and he felt his eyes almost instantly tear up, which he quickly tried to blink away as he wrapped his arms around the small curvy body he knows almost as well as his own, “They may need you, but I need you more,” Louis’ raspy voice felt like music to his ears, a gentle laugh escaping his mouth as watery blue eyes met his, “Are you crying? Come on, it’s not that big of a deal.” Louis teased, knowing full well his own eyes were wet. Harry ran his fingers across the slight bags under his lover’s eyes, wiping away the tears and kissing him softly on the mouth.

“I just missed you,” he explained, pulling back to rest their foreheads together. Louis grinned widely at him, his eyes crinkling, and they kissed again, ignoring the cheers from the living room.


“You’re a messy drunk, Harold. I’m not going to clean up after you if you make a mess,” Louis warned, his boy already a little buzzed, his voice lower and warmer, dimples on permanent prominent display. The band had decided after nearly two months of recording, they wanted to get massively drunk and throw a bonfire on the beach, inviting some of the local friends they made. A whole bottle of tequila later, they were all dancing in the sand, running away from the waves and screaming when the water touched their ankles.

“You’ll still take care of me, and yoooooou know it” Harry drawled, giggling when Louis shook his head with a fake exasperated sigh.

“The things I do for you,” he teased, lacing their fingers together and using his shoulder as an armrest.

“Can we go swimming?” Harry asked after a few seconds, looking down at Louis with his bright green eyes that were hard to say no to.

“Sure, baby,” Louis gave in, “Just take off your shirt so it doesn’t get wet,” he instructed, laughing when Harry nodded solemnly, but started to slowly strip while wiggling his hips, which Louis copied, till both their shirts were in a pile at their feet, the two left only in their swim trunks. They raced toward the sea, always a competition, attracting the attention of their friends, who quickly followed after, till it was just a large group of adults splashing each other, the moon reflecting off the water, leaving everything shiny and radiant. Distantly, Louis heard one of the girls shrieking as she was carted over and dropped in the freezing water, still in her dress, “You fucker!” She yelled at the guy, presumably her boyfriend from the way he was looking at her, but she spoke with no malice, and quickly was overcome with giggles, everyone joining in, as the waves crashed around them.

“Let’s all get warm by the fire!” Sarah called, to everyone’s agreement, and quickly they all fled the cold water and sped over to where their fire was roaring, sparks flickering towards the sky.

“Now my dress is all wet,” the girl frowned, and Louis turned to see Harry holding out his own shirt and pants to her, a small grin on his face.

“Switch!” He laughed, and the girl didn’t hesitate to pull off her dress and hand it over, accepting the large shirt and pulling it on, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Harry, you’re huge, I don’t think that dress is gonna fit you…” Louis told him hesitantly, watching as he pulled the collar over his head, looking vaguely tangled.

His green eyes popped out, fire dancing in his eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous, it’ll fit like a glove,” he tugged, slipping his arms through the sleeves, and pulling the fabric down till it just barely reached his mid-thigh, “See? Perfect!” Harry exclaimed, smiling at everybody’s cheers, doing a little twirl to show off.

“If you say so, love,” Louis shook his head lightly, knowing that the dress was probably going to split sometime tonight and they’d have to buy the poor girl a new one.

“Everyone! Pick up your shot glasses, because I propose a toast!” Mitch’s voice boomed, making everyone scramble to grab their glasses from where they were left on towels, while Mitch walked around pouring a bit of vodka, that he got from God knows where, into each little cup, before going back to his original spot and holding his drink forward, “To new friends!” He cheered.

“To making memories!” Sarah interjected, earning a cheer herself.

“To making this album,” Harry spoke up, voice quiet and smile kind.

Louis leaned forward, gathering the attention on himself, “And to Harry Styles,” he spoke firmly, looking at his boy, hoping to convey all the love, pride, and adoration he could with only one look.

“To Harry Styles!” Everyone chorused back, and Louis saw the fire reflecting off the tears forming in Harry’s eyes, as they all clinked their glasses together.

The two pulled each other close, an arm wrapped around their bodies, fitting as they were always meant to, always supposed to. “To home,” Harry said quietly, a toast meant only for LouisandHarry.

“To home,” Louis repeated, and they clinked their glasses together, a beautiful sound on a beautiful night.

niallspringsteen  asked:

maybe things you said after the end for lilo, or things you said with miles between us for nouis? lOVE U

things you said with miles between us for nouis

The first text Louis gets from Niall in two months is a selfie of him looking sunburnt all to hell, with a generous helping of stubble on his face and the stiff hair he gets from saltwater. He looks at it for fifteen straight minutes, memorizing the blue of his eyes, the cut of his bare collarbones, the dark roots peeking out more than they’ve any right to.

Then he shoots off, looks great lad ! and throws his phone to the side.

He meant to sleep in this morning, snatch a few couple of precious hours of sleep before he goes over to Bria’s to get the little lad. But instead he’s up at 8 am, hating himself and thinking about Niall.

Not hating himself because he’s thinking about Niall. He thinks about Niall often. In a friendly sort of way, in that way where you think about your mates because they’re your mates and you like thinking about them.

He thinks.

It makes sense, in a way, Niall’s fucked off somewhere and not told anyone where he’s gone. Or at least he’s not told Louis. He said he’d do that, he’d lose himself out in some small corner of the world where no one’s going to take his picture.

I’ll come looking for you, Louis had promised. He hasn’t even made it out of LA yet.

He doesn’t need to follow Niall around anymore, really. He’s traveled the damn planet with Niall three times over, and he’s got to settle down now. He’s got to grow some roots for a while, tend to his family. Become a homebody for the first time in his life. Even if that does sound more exhausting than touring.

He doesn’t expect his phone to start ringing, but it does.

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anonymous asked:

(different annon) Wait Cullen/solas? i didn't know that was a ship, sounds intresting tho >.> can I ask what u like about it? ^^

So much, anon. On a personal level, it hits all of my wickets. It’s an amalgamation of espionage, angst, military tactics, chess, and supreme nerddom (I mean…in the race for Biggest Nerd in the Inquisition, Solas and Cullen are pretty well up there.) And it’s all tied together by that classic dynamic of a cool, aloof intellectual vs a warmer, more personable commander. 

On a broader level there are so many fascinating angles and tensions that could play out in this ship.  Apostate mage vs ex-Templar, other worldly vs worldly, duplicity vs directness, past vs future, just to name a few.  They also have much in common, enough that I think they would have fantastic chemistry. They both value duty above nearly everything else, they (too willingly) sacrifice their well-being, and both ultimately want people to be safe– although their definition of ‘people’ varies. These two have a lot to learn from one another about how to face failure, cope with pain, and exercise empathy. They could help each other in so many ways. The worst part is they absolutely have the potential to save one another, even if it goes up in flames.

For instance, a common thread in Lionwolf is Solas helping Cullen to cope with nightmares/lyrium withdrawal, in a way only he can– not only through magic and his Fade expertise, but because letting Solas help him would be a huge turning point for Cullen. He’s not a man who accepts help easily, especially from someone like Solas who lives so free from rules and convention. It would be healing in more ways than one, a sign that he’s let go of his tortured past and can finally be the person he was meant to be.

And Solas helping Cullen to overcome his past while holding so tightly to his own is beautifully ironic. Just being with Cullen would make him question everything, because it’s so easy to think of him as just some brute human and a mage jailer. Seeing him for the complex and real person that he is would undermine Solas so badly, which he needs and I think on some level wants. And seeing the way Cullen chooses to cope with his mistakes, as opposed to the way that he does, would torture him with doubt (which all of us Solasmancers love doing.)

Then imagine Cullen finally learning to trust someone who represents everything he fears: a powerful apostate, practically more spirit than person, who doesn’t follow any of the rules Cullen believed kept people safe. Imagine Cullen letting go of all of his old fears, and putting all of his love and hope in this man. And his heart breaking, and every moment of doubt justified when Solas betrays him. f u c k.

On another note, it’s interesting to think of Lionwolf from the perspective of power dynamics. Cullen is a Commander through and through, both in title and in personality. So is Solas, even if he’s incognito. They’re both dominant types in life and in their relationships. Imagine that banter as they butt heads– Solas trying to maintain his facade as a humble beige hobo, but showing too much of his rebel commander side in a heated moment. Cullen picking up on that, recognizing him as a fellow general and tactician and wondering just how an elvhen apostate came by those skills. The ensuing push and pull between two commanding men who are feeling each other out, vying for dominance, planning moves and gambits because they’ve finally met an opponent worthy of playing on that level.

…And behind it all, Solas playing another game entirely. Moving his spies into the Inquisition, pulling strings with knowledge he sees on Cullen’s desk and pulls from their conversations. Cullen getting too close to finding out, and Solas kissing him to distract him (it works), and telling himself that it’s for a greater cause, despite the way he wants to sink into it. Cullen being flustered at first, on the back foot, and then rising to his challenge, pushing back–

All right, I’m getting carried away and this post has gone on for too long. There’s just so much there to work with and I haven’t even begun to touch on everything. I hope it’s enough, though, to have given you a taste of all the potential within this ship.

Gf's housemate from hell didn't know she was messing with the devil.

Gather around, it’s going to be a long post. It’s also getting things off my chest finally.

Okay, so this story sets in India. My gf at that time was in University and living in a house with around 6 other housemates. She was fine with all of them except 1. We’ll call her FB. Fb was the type of housemate that made sure that my gf’s life there was miserable. She’d do something almost every day to upset my gf. Sometimes it’d be little things like stealing her food, borrowing her shit without permission and not returning it etc. Other times, she purposely chipped off parts from her coffee mug that I got her as a gift, slashed her bike tyres, wouldn’t let her and other housemates in at 1am when they was returning from a party and left them stranded outside..etc. you get the picture.

The house they were living in was for ‘girls’ only. Guys were allowed but then asked to leave after 12am where sometimes 'random’ security checks happen. I say 'random’ because they hadn’t had a security check in the 1.5 years she had lived there. Fb’s boyfriend lived with her for a week with no consequences either. So it’s no surprise that when I came for a 2 week stay over to the house (from another country because we were long distance), the landlady got a tipoff on the first day and a security check happened where I got kicked out. With nowhere to go at 1am and a kind of remote region, my gf decided to sneak me back in to stay the night and leave in the morning for a hotel. When I climbed up the staircase to go upstairs to her room, she saw me. We locked ourselves in the room , but then there were cops after 30 mins that showed up because fb claimed that I “raped” her and “touched her”. Wtf. I didn’t even acknowledge her. So the cops interviewed us for an hour and her parents were called (they live in a different state) explaining what she had done and a big deal was made. She had also been told she would be denied a stay for the next semester (current semester ending in a month). I was let go due to the false accusation (everyone at home said it didnt happen) but still out in the streets at 4am, sitting on the bench, with the nothing to do but plot my revenge.

So it begins.

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A whole bunch of notebook margin doodles, mostly making fun of people’s heights and Anakin sticking his chin on people’s heads. (Every single one of them, bar Leia, is still taller than I am. Even Clone Wars Ahsoka has a good two inches on me.)

the-fan-garbage-can reblogged your photoset and added:

I’m going to scream.

This is seriously an amazing au. I feel the need to write for it and make cool prompts and hnnnnnnng.

But in all seriousness, this is my dream as a Fanfiction author. Well-thought out with a detailed background, it makes for a good pre-layout, much like an actual show/book would. It also has essential dynamics(Changing, Life, the whole ice scenario) that create a solid backbone for authors. With how it’s written, I could clearly see details and feel any artist wanting to create fanart for this AU could easily do it(but then again I’m not an artist so who am I to say).

It has so much potential that I can’t put it into words! It’s just so well thought out and beautiful and I seriously can’t wait to see more of it. Hell, I may even write a couple drabbles based off of it! With credit of course. An AU like this has potential for authors and artists alike to practice scenes they may not be used to writing, mainly high-action, face-paced scenes or incredibly dangerous stealth scenes.

I know I’ve gone on for so long, but I love AUs like this and I’m incredibly happy that Yuri!!! On Ice has one like it. I’ve roleplayed and written a few AUs for this series, but none have truly caught my attention like this one.

the-graceful-dahlia replied to your photoset “INFERNO: YURI NO ICE A Yuri!!! on Ice AU *No, the title is not a typo…”

I was way to into that…I may have to write a fic version of this because i got to the end and was like ‘awwwwwww it’s over??’ I need more!!! Permission to attempt a fic version?

vinillia replied to your photoset “INFERNO: YURI NO ICE A Yuri!!! on Ice AU *No, the title is not a typo…”


make-sterek-canon reblogged your photoset and added:

I want to read this, so interesting *___________* Someone write this!!     

all1sees reblogged your photoset and added:

holy fuck i would read the shit out of this                

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Thank you all so, so much for liking my Inferno AU, especially @the-fan-garbage-can for writing out such an incredibly detailed review ;A; Nothing can be more satisfying than people loving my world building, honestly my favorite part of creating, and especially on an original AU like this one because it means you still connected with it. I’m deeply flattered and incredibly humbled, thank you so, so much! It makes me incredibly happy to have shared something that means something to you ;A;

But if at all possible, and you may feel I am selfish for wanting this, but I would sincerely appreciate if people could hold off on writing fics for this particular AU. (simply vaguely inspired by the aesthetic and want to do your own thing inspired by but not set in this AU? Please go right ahead, credit for inspiration would be appreciated)

The reason why I request this is because this is literally just the initial post, testing the waters, a background synopsis and image aesthetic introduction, a prologue if you will to the main show, a comic series I hope to illustrate. I have intentionally and carefully omitted and glossed over many plot-essential details in the synopsis because they will be revealed in the main plot, or are part of a plot twist. Many details included in the synopsis may seem random or unimportant now, but may tie into important things in the actual story. Many things may also intentionally be confusing because they are meant to be shown in visual form (like the Medals). Other massive parts of world building are purely visual and will never be directly acknowledged in writing, but I hope that some people who pay close attention will catch them, and this may have a pretty big impact on how you perceive the AU setting as a whole.

The point is, the entire synopsis text is a very selective snippet of information meant to provide context for my main comics. It does not at all give you the full picture, nor is it meant to, because then what would be the point of the story? ^ ^; I spent a very long time planning this, not only alone but also with a friend, and I present what I do to you now for a reason.

Again, I am incredibly flattered that people feel inspired and want to read more, and I do understand personal preference and perhaps people would prefer a text-only fic where my comic-format story telling may be unsatisfactory. But please understand that it can feel a bit…well, demotivating and pressuring when I know that people are rapidly using my synopsis for their own stories, not because I am offended that it inspires creativity, but because I’ve very carefully planned this out combined with how time consuming comic-drawing can be. I do not want to feel like I am competing with others to tell my plot twists first. So if at all possible, I would like to request that I get to tell my own story first, the story that the post was created for.

If for some reason you do not wish to grant my request, please understand my wanting to not see your posts, not because I am not interested or do not respect your creativity, but because of the reasons I stated above.

Thank you very much for your understanding, and I sincerely hope that you will support and encourage me in finishing this AU. m(_ _)m

How to Keep Drawing

I want to write a bit about barriers I hit and overcame when beginning to draw and when having trouble keeping it up for the past several years.

Before I began drawing in early 2012, one of the major barriers I hit that had stopped me from drawing before was that I was bad at art. I hadn’t practiced a day in my life and my art really wasn’t any you could appreciate. I overcame this barrier by focusing on other aspects. I could enjoy what I was working on despite it being horribly drawn because I was interested in what the character was doing or I thought it was funny.

  • If you can’t draw well, focus on humor, storytelling, or another aspect of art. Drawing skills will eventually follow

The other major barrier I hit was a lack of self-confidence. I had no faith that any ideas I created weren’t embarrassingly bad. I overcame this barrier by forcing the burden of creativity onto others and using my inbox as a steering wheel. Other people decided what my character did and I didn’t have to take the blame if it was stupid or not. The extra ideas were also extremely valuable for keeping it fresh and exciting to draw. (often making it feel very much like a game)

  • If you’re not confident in your storymaking, let others help. 

Art block: When you feel like beginning to draw takes a heap of energy you’re not willing to invest. This one is difficult and probably the most common, but I’ve found it beatable by agreeing to start a smaller workload. Tell yourself “I will draw the basic skeleton for the characters and I’ll leave it at that”. Often times, the act of having the pen to the paper is all you need to do to beat art block.

  • Beginning to draw, even just scribbles and frowny faces, can seriously help kill art block

If you meet a barrier, ask yourself what the barrier is and work on a way to either break it down or go around it. Get help from others to do so if you have to.

On Ideas, or a lack thereof:

(I feel like writing about this because it’s something I struggle with to this day.)

“But I have absolutely no ideas I want to draw” Ideas are not in short supply, ever. The issue, often, is being unable to bring them to mind. It’s important to keep a written list of ideas and add to it continuously. After doing so for a while, I realized that I used to dismiss and forget countless hundreds of ideas. I keep part of my list -here- (It’s small because I work through it pretty quickly.)

Another aspect of not running out of ideas, for me at least, is having a lot of projects open. If I have no inspiration for one project, the odds are I’ll have something for at least one of the others. It’s important to keep practicing, so if you’re going to get stuck on a project for months or years, it’s important to be able to draw something else in that time. If you have a grand idea, start it, and if you run out of steam, shelve it for later while you move on to something else. The goal is to keep wanting to draw. Don’t lose that goal.

Along those lines, don’t let yourself feel obligated to drawing something so much that you stop drawing entirely. A lot of blogs on tumblr will stop because “I have to finish this story first even if I don’t feel like it” or “I’m uninterested in drawing this character, but I have to draw them because it’s what people expect” No. You need to avoid getting stuck. Change it up and do whatever you can to keep moving forward and enjoying art.

Ya like talking about Eddsworld? Ya REALLY like Eddsworld? Ya wanna talk about it directly with others?

Then join the Eddsworld Network!

I’m currently in another network with quite a few people. Over 20 actually! We spend a lot of time talking about the character the network was created around as well as just casually chatting about anything we please! So, it’s quite an experience and it’s quite fun to just chat with others!

To Apply:

  • You do NOT need to follow my own blog. [Don’t worry. It’s fine. But if you want to, you can. :) -is 30 away from 700 at time of making this post-]
  • You HAVE to follow the network’s blog: eddsworldnetwork
  • Check the FAQ and the Rules pages on the EWN blog.
  • Fill out the form on the blog. [Click APPLY.]
  • Reblog this post. [Spread it around, ya know~!]


  • Well, ya know, ya get to talk to others who also like Eddsworld!
  • You might make some new friends you’ve never met in this fandom yet!
  • Group chat to talk about Eddsworld or just chatting casually about whatever!
  • We may sometimes have a day or night or two every once in awhile where we all join up together on rabb.it in Rc’s private chat room and watch some Eddsworld eddisodes together or something else entirely! Maybe even play online multiplayer games together like Town of Salem! :)
  • Badge to promo the network on your blog once you’re officially in perhaps~? -wink, wink, nudge, nudge-

Network is always open and there is no limit to how many people are accepted.

Have a good day~

Chara’s presence in Undertale

Charas presence in all runs has always been incredibly obvious, Chara IS there and it’s canon, which is why I’m not labeling this as a theory. This is not touching on Narra!Chara in anyway. Although if you wish to read up on those, I would recommend SaveLoadReset & PassiveChara

Spoilers for Undertale below

Keep reading

makobunzz  asked:

hello. recently I read a post that stated "makoharu shippers just ship makoharu because it's easier to ship, since they are already bros and all. rinharu is better because its much more dynamic" of course, I completely disagree with this statement. anyways, my question is: why do YOU ship Makoharu? i'm really curious. and what are your thoughts on this statment? :) (also your blog is my favourite ily god bless)

Someone actually said that??? That’s so ridiculous I can’t believe it. Some people are so petty.

Anyways this is going to be a long makoharu post and it’s probably going to show up in the rh tag because you used the ship name in the ask so I’m sorry for anyone who doesn’t want to see this but here I go.

Oh gosh where do i even begin?? Because I could (and I have lmfao) written log makoharu analyses about single episodes ALONE. Honestly everything in this post is just skimming the top of the water so i guess I’ll just go over a few very big ones. I’ll start off small. 

I guess the smallest reason would just be looks they give each other.

I mean look at Makoto in this gif. Look at the way he admires Haru then laughs at his silliness and the look Haru gives Makoto back ahhh my heart can’t take it they’re just so sweet.

And then there’s this gif. The sparkles in their eyes. The absolute adoration Makoto has for Haru. The way Haru stares back in disbelief with the same sparkling expression. This definately reminds me of scenes in romance animes where they confess their love to each other.

AND THEN THIS PICTURE RIGHT HERE. Look at how sweetly Makoto is grasping Haru’s hand, his other hand mostly likely gripping around haru’s back. It’s such a sweet embrace and the once again we see Makoto giving Haru an adorning look as Haru stares back, wide eyed and just as equally blown away.

*Deep sigh* Now that THAT’s out of the way, rest my soul, I guess I’ll go completely out of order with the series and just go with the general topic of how much they care for each other.

Even now I don’t know where to start? Jealousy. I’ll start with jealousy. Many people like to say things like “Oh haru doesn’t care about makoto bluh bluh bluh’ and every time I bring up

This episode. I have written an entire makoharu post about this episode alone. Haru has never been one to dislike people just for befriending his friends or them doing other activities together, but as soon as someone tries taking MAKOTO from him then he becomes jealous and actually begins disliking the person.

Makoto is the only person in the series that we have seen make Haru act this way towards someone else. Makoto is HIS best friend and anyone who tries stealing him away is on his shit list. 

And Makoto on the same hand is canonically jealous over Haru too. I forget the episode (because I haven’t watched free! in so long I am sorry) but in season 2 makoto says something along the lines “Maybe I’m jealous of Rin” Because he wants to be the one to swim alongside Haru in a race. He wants to be able to swim with haru on his level.

MMMF actually before I move on i think it was either later that episode or the next episode where they DO race and haru ends up winning and Makoto is about to cry and Haru looks absolutely TERRIFIED because he would never want Makoto to cry and think about quitting swimming because it would break him (hold that thought too lmfaoo) But makoto laughs it off BECAUSE HE KNOWS how much it would hurt Haru if he began crying.

Now that whole ‘breaking’ comment is going to have to wait a little bit more because now I’m on the subject of them being protective.

haru has always been protective over Makoto. Letting Makoto hide behind him when he’s scared. In this scene we see Haru holding Makoto’s hand as Makoto trembles in fear. The concern Haru has Makoto in this scene makes my heart weep. He just wants him to feel safe. Haru is doing everything he can to comfort Makoto.

About to kill 2 birds with one stone here: concern and the almost make out scene….and fear as well. Ahhh I’m so all over the place I’m sorry.

THIS SCENE. THIS EPISODE. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THIS EPISODE. The concern. The fear haru has in his eyes over his darling friend. “Is Makoto okay? Oh fuck is he okay?” He is SCARED to look Makoto. Then they almost touch lips but no CPR is too gay so Makoto breathes again but anyways moving on.

After this we have the iconic makoharu scene that i could, once again, write an entire post about in itself where makoto tells Haru “It’s meaningless unless I’m with you” which is basically a confession in this show let’s face it.

(Not the same episode, but the point of ‘it’s meaningless without you’ is a reoccurring makoharu theme. Lmfao Haru didn’t even want to join the swimming cub at first. only because of makoto :0) ) 

Also, after this we see Haru get very angry at Rei, for not only risking himself but also his friends. He almost LOST Makoto over this. He scolds Rei pretty harshly. I think haru was also a little mad he had to drag makoto into this because of his fear of the ocean.

Real quick add on: Haru canonly walks between Makoto and the ocean to protect makoto from the ocean hahahahahaha (end me)


Once again, could do a whole post, blah blah blah

anyways we have seen Haru get in MULTIPLE confrontations and fights over the two seasons. Mostly between Rin and sousuke, and not a single one affected haru as much as the fight he had Makoto.

Haru expects other people to bring the subject of a dream up to him, but not Makoto. haru just expects Makoto to let Haru do his thing, but no, Makoto knows what HARU wants, and unlike other characters who were simply pushing themselves and their wants onto Haru, makoto is doing this FOR Haru because he knows this is what HARU wants.

Makoto knows he can’t just let Haru go on with what he’s doing because he knows haru isn’t okay. That he isn’t happy. he’s concerned.

AND THEN MAKOTO DROPS THE BOMB AND WE SEE HARU ABSOLUTELY FUCKING BREAK. Haru has never broken down like this over any other character. he was fine leaving Rei and Nagisa behind for the swim club. he was okay with letting Rin go off and do whateverthefuck in the Olympics, but as soon as Makoto tells him that he’s leaving haru fucking breaks, because he thought Makoto would always be by his side. He’s the person haru always wanted to be with. Haru RUNS away from makoto with a fucking broken heart and we see him lying in his bed absolutely fucking wrecked with sadness. Enough to where he’s willing enough to leave the country to be away from makoto-

STOP, okay some things I need to say here 1. haru did in fact say he was pretty much only willing to go australia because he was so torn up over his fight with Makoto 2. MAKOTO was the one who even told Rin to fucking do anything. Makoto was the one that texted Rin. Makoto is the one that got him to go on the trip. makoto was the one that cared.


After that whole cluster fuck of an episode 12 in season 2 of forced fan service and destroyed character development we get episode 13 and THIS beautiful scene

*Laughs bc once again I have written full posts on this 10 second scene alone* The welcome back was animated so fucking BEAUTIFULLY. The attention to detail, how much care the creators put in to showing how happy and relieved, but also nervous and scared haru was to see Makoto again, The way Makoto sweetly welcomes haru HOME (ahhhh!!!! HE IS HOME) and the way haru just looks so overcome that he almost breaks into tears of relief. So beautiful.

Then they make up with this sweet scene and the world is once again all fine. Also haru does that little scoot scoot towards his boyfriend haha we saw you haru you ain’t slick. (Fuck you kyoani that was the worst 2 weeks of my fucking life) 

Then we have the race between iwatobi and OH….OH MY GOD. the way makoto and Haru look at each other for that fucking scene in the race oh my god

DO YOU SEE THIS??? DO YOU FUCKING SEE THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE. Like they have this entire moment to themselves. just love, and trust and.. so much going on here. Then Rei and Nagisa swam up together. makoto and Haru got their own moment to illustrate the importance of their relationship.

Then there’s the scene where they’re all hugging and Haru smiles and oh my god my heart I’M DEAD.



Oh my oh my god I’m a mess um smaller things now

Cute shit like this. Makoto doting over Haru like this. It’s so sweet they’re so in love. More so the high speed movie! Once again, there are full posts by people who have seen the movie, but this movie wow. We get the ebautiful conflict Makoto has “Do I swim because I like swimming or because I like Haru” and Haru getting sad that makoto begins avoiding him to figure out but then we get the reconciliation and the BEAUTIFUL FUCKING SWIMMING SCENE. oh my god and after that we get Makoto saying he Loves swimming and he LOVES HARU *Slams cards down on the table to collect my jackpot money*

Although this is not the first time Makoto has voiced the word ‘love’ towards Haru. I believe the first time is in the makoharu fireworks scene in season 1… or maybe it was the fireworks scene in season 2 haha sorry i can’t keep my romantic multiple firework scenes in check.

Wow this has gotten way too long and I had actually planned on doing MORE but this post is already…wow. Anyways I’ll just wrap it up with this:

Anyone who doesn’t think Makoharu has dynamics, development, OR backing obviously didn’t watch the show and are just being bitter lil babies.

GOT7 as boyfriends at your college/uni graduation
  • Mark: quietly comes on his own and wears a big hat and shades just to be safe (he wants to make your special day all about you). Sits with your family and friends and takes tons of photos which he later sends to the members to brag about how smart and beautiful his s.o. is. Will not stop smiling when you see him after the ceremony because he's so happy for you. He gives you a cute teddy bear wearing a grad cap and a sweet card with a polaroid of the two of you in it.
  • JB: despite the fact your family thinks that he looks miserable the entire time, he’s really happy to be there. Has RBF through most of the ceremony, except for when he sees you walk across the stage to accept your diploma and his face lights up. After the ceremony, he holds your diploma and the roses he brought you while you take pictures with your family and friends and looks on smiling.
  • Jackson: couldn't make it to your campus because of his crazy schedule but watches the live stream online and texts/snapchats you the whole time with his reaction and video chats you after telling you how cute you look in your cap and gown and how proud he is of you. When you get home, a big bouquet of flowers in your favorite color are waiting for you, along with a sweet note and a thoughtful gift. Next time he sees you, he makes you watch the DVD with him.
  • Junior: would come with one or two of the other members to serve as your mini cheering section. Jinyoung strikes me as the type who is really into school and learning so there's a good chance he might get emotional because he knows you're taking a big step in your life and that you worked so hard to get there. Would be really into even the small details of the ceremony and would ask you questions beforehand about what to expect and maybe do some research on the things you didn't know. Probably shed a single solitary tear during pomp and circumstance. Brings you an inspirational book that he writes a note on the inside cover!
  • Youngjae: He's super happy to be there, and endears himself to your family by holding doors open for your relatives wherever y'all go. Quickly becomes your mom's new best friend, and by the end of the weekend they're chatting like they've known each other for years. Can't stop smiling after the ceremony and telling you how proud he is of you. A week or so after the ceremony, he takes you out to a nice dinner, and then plays one of your favorite songs for you as a gift. Makes you take him on a tour of campus so he can see the places you tell him about on the phone/over Skype.
  • Bambam: takes time off and brings the rest of the members, whether they wanted to come or not. May or may not have brought noisemakers and giant posters with your face on them, dabs when you get your diploma, and makes a general spectacle of himself the entire time while JB looks on in general horror. Buys you the biggest bouquet of flowers he can find and a huge amount of balloons. Has not been this excited since their first win.
  • Yugyeom: is a little intimidated by your family and friends, but he's so proud of you! Probably convinced BamBam to come with him so he wouldn't be by himself, but somehow managed to talk Bam out of bringing giant cutouts of your face. Might have cried at some point during the ceremony but he does a good job of pretending he didn't. Waits until you see your family before he comes up to congratulate you, and he helps pack up your car to move you out. Buys you something nice and practical that Jinyoung helped him pick out when he cluelessly asked what to get someone for their graduation.

anonymous asked:

I confronted Kato about your blog post asking her when she would come clean to her fans and tell us the truth and apologize for her deception. She proceeded to tell me that everything you wrote was a lie and not one part of it was true. She said you were just some jealous mentally unstable person that she didn't even know. Guess she forgot about all those pics she posted of you two together. SMH. I guess now is the time you should release that proof you have.

Is it truth time? Sigh alright here it goes. 

For the record, it is her decision about whether or not to come clean about the truth. She doesn’t have to, because it’s not conducive to her business. She doesn’t care if you know about her real life, because she doesn’t care about *you*. Even acknowledging my post to her fans will only draw attention to it. I assure you I am not mentally unstable, and it sucks to know that a woman would gaslight another woman and write off an entire relationship as “crazy” or “jealous”… I in no way envy her life. 

But for those who still care about this ordeal, here are some fun snippets of our time together.

Here is the post this is in reference to, for those who are joining us just now: [Post was deleted by me months later, but here is someone’s repost: https://tariqk.tumblr.com/post/70269998617/life-after-kato] Not the ORIGINAL post of course, since she paid her lawyer to take it down, and she’ll likely have him try to take this one down too. Still waiting for Tumblr to get back to me about the DMCA put back claim.

EDIT: I have removed any photos that i didn’t take myself, to prevent another DMCA issue. Many of them can be found online in other sources if you google “ophylia and kato.” 

Here it goes:

Here is us together during the shoot for my music video. I also took the photo of her below. Neither have been photoshopped, just tons of makeup.

Here is a screenshot of her fetlife account last year when she was my “mistress”. On facebook we had our status as “in an open relationship” but it only showed up on my profile, she had it hidden on hers. 

Here is when I taught her how to knit. She made a little rectangle! This was in her living room right before I left the first time I visited. No photoshop.

Some photos I took of her husband and us walking in the woods in Oregon, and viewing Mt. Hood. That’s Rion, aka Max, aka Dr. Steel. 

Her husband Rion on the same chaise lounge we did our photoshoot, and that she’s used for many others. 

They took me to the snow the first time I went up there, so here is an unedited shot from that day. The next time I went up we saw even more snow.

This is some of her edited shots of our first and second time in the snow, and me opening presents for xmas at their home. (removed to prevent DMCA issue) 

Of course, here is the music video we shot… This 100% belongs to me, as I composed the song/wrote it, and hired a paid special effects artist to edit some of it. [music video removed from youtube, but if you google “reincarnation michion kato” there are some weird russian websites that have it up.]

Here is Kate’s blog post where she blatantly denies photoshopping. But you can see proof above of course. http://steamgirlofficial.tumblr.com/post/66795299655/if-i-may-take-a-break-from-our-promotion-of-our

What else do you want? Emails? Screenshots of text messages? Someone told me those are too easy to fake/photoshop, and while i assure you i know nothing about how to make stuff like that, I have hours of conversations worth reading about our relationship. 

yanghyunsuksdick  asked:

Hi. I really want to do a cosplay panel called 'how to preform your best at a cosplay masquarade'. This would be my first panel though. How do you prepare for yours?

Hello there!

I’m going to answer this as a general “how to put together a cosplay help panel” type question, since it might be useful to other people, as well.

A lot of work can go into a panel, so how much work you put in depends on how much work you want to put in. There’s also multiple styles of giving panels, so I’ll try to cover as much as I can, but obviously I’m mostly going to talk about the style of help panel that I run, since I know how to do that.

First step is to choose a topic. You’ve already done that, so that’s good. Along with a general topic, you will also want to decide what you want the scope of the panel to be. Keep in mind that most panels are 45 minutes to an hour (usually given an hour in the schedule, but how much of that time you actually have and how much is the time between panels differs by con), and that you can choose to go very in-depth on one topic, very broad on many topics, or somewhere in between. Of course, the more topics you cover, the less time you have per topic.

For example, in determining the scope of your panel, do you want it to cover very aspect of a Masquerade (such as construction, skits, and walk ons)? Do you want to keep it focused to one aspect, such as just skits, or a couple of aspects, such as performance, including both skits and walk-ons?

Within your topics, what do you want to cover? Go as broad as possible? Go in-depth on the actual steps to putting together a skit (including audio recording methods, how to write dialogue, etc.)? What is the “grade level” of your panel, so to speak? Are you addressing people who are totally new to the topic and know nothing (and would thus need to cover the very basics, such as what a Masquerade is, what a skit vs. a walk-on is, etc.), or are you assuming prior knowledge of the topic? 

For my panels, ones such as Body Paint 101 and Foundation Garments for cosplay address people with little to know knowledge in the subject, but Body Paint goes in-depth on a few things while Foundation Garments goes broad on many things; ones like Fabric Choice for Cosplay assumes some prior knowledge but not a lot and is between being broad and in-depth (lots in information, but on lots of topics); How to Level Up Your Cosplay assumes intermediate knowledge and goes broad. They have different scopes, and that’s something you need to decide on either ahead of starting to write your panel or while writing it. You want to make your panel as helpful and easy to understand by your target audience as possible, so spending a lot of time covering very basic information (”what is a skit?”) in a panel aimed at people who have had Masquerade experience might not be as helpful, or including higher-level information or going too in-depth in a panel aimed at beginners might be lost on them.

Along with this, figure out what you aren’t going to cover. You have an hour, which really isn’t as much time as it sounds like. You can’t cover everything. (Hell, the 2-hour long version of my Fabric Choice panel could still cover more information.) You have to decide what is most important and what is getting left out. 

Once you figure out what you want to cover, you research. Unless you are giving a very personal type panel (this is how I do things), then you want to have as many perspectives as possible – what works for you might not work for everyone, or in every circumstance. You also want to make sure that your panel covers the information thoroughly, so even if you know a lot about the subject, you want to fact-check yourself and make sure that you aren’t missing something that you may not have thought of.

After this, you come up with your visuals and examples. Are you doing live demonstrations? Are you just going to talk the whole time? Are you going to ask for audience participation at points? Are you going to use physical examples (such as a live blocking demonstration, or a physical costume that won a construction award), or just pictures? Are you using visuals at all (and you should)? Are you going to include video (such as a video of a winning skit)? (If you use video, make sure that A: you have it saved to your computer and aren’t relying on internet and B: you note on your panel application that you need a room wired for sound, since it’s more common and easier to have visuals with no sound.)

Personally, I love Powerpoint. I make a Powerpoint for each of my panels, and am able to include photos and text there. I would recommend to not have too much text on the slides themselves (my panels that I’ve posted online are a bad example here – I actually often have to add the text back into the slide itself from the notes on the slides so that it’s comprehensible to people just seeing the slides and not hearing me speak). I would also recommend to not simply read off of the slides, but to use them as a guide for your speaking.

Next step would be to get all of your visuals together, and to write the text. Here you need to decide on the structure of the panel. How are you going to break up the topics? What order are you putting the topics in? There are multiple valid ways of breaking up a panel into sections and then slides from there, so you need to decide how concepts are going to be grouped. Are you going to talk about walk-ons, skits, and construction as three separate topics? Are you going to combine performance (walk-ons and skits)? Are you going to break it up in some other way, such as temporally (what you need to do before the event, what you need to do at the event, etc.) or by the step of the competition (such as a section on how to deal with judging and what judges look for that encompasses both performance and construction)? Where in the presentation are you going to put some of your more general information (at the start, at the end, broken up between those two depending on what it is, etc.)? 

I’ve started to include an outline at the start of my panels, so that people can know upfront what I’m going to cover and when, but that’s extra.

Then, practice practice practice. Especially if you don’t have any sort of teaching or public speaking experience. Make sure it all flows well. Make sure that you can cover the information in the time provided without either going over (honestly the bigger danger here) or going far under, and without feeling like you are rushing or having to add filler. If your time is way off the mark, then decide what needs to be edited down (whether you are removing entire sections or just going less in-depth on everything already there), or decide what needs to be added. Practice will also help you feel more comfortable the day of. (For those of us with teaching experience, at least for me, I just wing it when it comes to time because I know intuitively about how long these things take just from giving a bunch of panels and teaching a bunch of classes, but it’s still helpful to practice. Don’t be me. Even I sometimes end up rushing at the end of a panel and then regret it.)

Be sure to leave at least a few minutes for questions at the end of the panel. There will always be questions. Sometimes more than others, so it can be hard to judge how much time to leave – no more than 10 minutes, I’d say, since that’s getting to be excessive and cuts into your panel time. (Also, make sure that everything is as set up on your end as it can be before you walk into the panel room – your laptop on, your Powerpoint up, your dongle out, etc., because some cons take setup time out of your panel time, and you don’t want to spend too long at the start of your panel fumbling with getting your computer booted up.)

On the day of the panel, breathe, eat a snack before the panel to keep your energy up (especially important with long panels or when giving back-to-back panels…), use the restroom before your panel so you aren’t distracted during, BRING WATER (it isn’t always provided and you WILL need it), relax, get to your panel room early (either a couple of minutes before your scheduled setup time or right at your scheduled setup time, so you have plenty of time to prepare), and do it. Be sure to end on time and pack up on time so that the next panelist can get in there and set up after you.

Good luck! I hope this is helpful. :]

anonymous asked:

How exactly do you feel about NoChoco's Asriel abuse post? I feel like even if Chara abused Asriel it was an unknowing abuse. Chara believed Asriel wanted this too, even if they didn't at first, they just needed encouragement (that's what Chara think I mean, not how I feel). Is that wrong to think?

to start with: this post was very painful to write. im not really up for discussing this right away. im sorry.

in general i feel like their friendship was incredibly unhealthy, but not abusive. there is a big difference there.

i hadn’t read it before getting this message, so i took a little while to read it, and…

the entire argument is based upon poor logic. example: tables have 4 legs, and dogs have 4 legs. thus, every dog is a table. their post reads like an extended version of that.

“Chara did this thing, and abusers also do this thing. Thus, Chara is an abuser. Since Chara is an abuser, that means that they planned everything. Because Chara planned everything, that means even nice things they did are secretly manipulation. Because nice things they did are all secret manipulation, they are an abuser.”

here’s another example to show just how bad and poorly thought out this logic is:

“Chara wears a green sweater. Asriel wears a green sweater. Thus, Chara is Asriel. Chara is a human, and since Asriel is Chara, Asriel is a human. Humans have physical bodies. Since Asriel is Chara, and Chara is a human, then Asriel has a physical body.”

that’s the kind of logic used here.

this ended up being a rather long response to the post. my tl;dr is that, i don’t think chara was abusive, and they do need and deserve help. their relationship with asriel was undeniably unhealthy but chara was not an evil mastermind manipulator.

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Fusion is a choice (theory)

Some seem to think that the base form of a fusion represents the most basic form of the relationship of those fusing - indicating whether a relationship is “good” or “bad” but relationships require work, right? And there is intention behind them. 

So perhaps the appearance of fusion is entirely intentional - those fusing actively choose their form because they and/or their constituents wanted to look like that.

Stevonnie has the usual humanoid base form because their fusion was unintentional.

Stevonnie can’t create inorganic material due to being mostly human. But other fusions who don’t really care about aesthetic let their clothes look like a mismatch of their constituents, while those who do care about fashion (e.g., Sardonyx) give their outfit some extra flair, in acknowledgement of the fusion’s independent identity as a person.

Unusual features aren’t necessarily a bad thing - Sardonyx uses her swivel waist to effectively use her war hammer, Opal uses her arms to use her bow easier, and a many-armed fusion can improvise easier in a fight. Those who don’t intend on fighting (Rainbow Quartz), or who have weapons that don’t need extra arms (Garnet), may stick with the basic limb plan.

Additional eyes may allow the expression of individuality - which can be a good thing! Look at Opal - she only has two eyes, but she falls apart as soon as Amethyst and Pearl disagree. Maybe Opal wants to just look cool and unified without acknowledging their prominent issues. Most other fusions have the same number of eyes as the sum of their constituents, even Garnet. And maybe fusions only start to look disorganized after a while because of disagreements or assertions of individuality (Amethyst: “I’m only forming Alexandrite if we get a cool extra mouth!” Garnet: “Whatever; As long as we keep the shades”) that can be silly but that help keep a fusion from falling apart. 

Maybe Malachite’s six-armed form is not the natural expression of a twisted relationship - but Lapis intentionally made their fusion look like that. Jasper thought she was in control, and in a typical villain move, misunderstood the nature of intimacy. She thought fusion = immediate power without any work or trust, unintentionally allowing Lapis to subtly shape their fusion without her realizing.

Thus, Malachite might not have an unusual body plan because she’s a bad fusion. She looks that way because Lapis wanted to ensure Malachite’s reliance on her weapon of water control, not on Jasper’s short-range weapon, not even on her ability of flight. She found a way to quietly and literally ground Malachite in vengeance and in preparation for her plan. Because you don’t need to be able to run in the ocean. 

I’ve seen quite a few posts about the specific use of the Romeo and Juliet death scene in GMW as foreshadowing regarding Riley’s relationships with Lucas and Farkle, but something occurred me and, quite apart from Riley’s reactions to both boys, the more I think about it the more the whole thing of having Farkle as a spear carrier is just so clever.

At first I just immediately read the fact that he was a spear carrier as a reference to BMW, which obviously on the surface it is. But the idea of a spear carrier makes a lot more sense in ‘The Play’s the Thing’ because they’re doing Hamlet, set at the Danish court at Elsinore where there would be guards and spear carriers. (Admittedly the scene we see Stuart doing at the end is Hamlet’s soliloquy from Act 1, Sc 2 when he should be alone on stage, but the whole cast is still there so you could read that as a directorial decision to have that delivered as though Hamlet’s saying this silently to himself rather than out loud).

But why include a spear carrier in the final scene of Romeo and Juliet? In the death scene of all places?

Now, there is actually a third person in the tomb with Romeo and Juliet in the play … Paris. The other man who wanted to marry Juliet. If this was a straightforward representation of the play it would have made a lot more sense to have Farkle as Paris, because in the text he’s actually there. Yeah, Paris fights Romeo and dies but if Farkle’s going to interrupt the play anyway, why not have him do it as Paris? Have him decide this time Paris gets the girl?

Except Paris is pretty obviously never going to be anything other than a temporary obstacle for Romeo and Juliet. Both of them refuse to let him come between them - Juliet by faking her death, Romeo by actually killing him. I mean, yes, on the surface the tomb scene is the tragic end to what is an ultimately doomed relationship and I think the decision to use that scene is important for that reason. But this is also where Romeo and Juliet choose to be together in death rather than let other people (read: Paris) come between them. So even if Paris did get up again and decide he gets Juliet this time, it wouldn’t mean much because Romeo and Juliet have already chosen each other over Paris.

A spear carrier though? A spear carrier who shouldn’t even be there? I mean, he could feasibly be anything. He could even persuade Juliet to pick him over Romeo when she wakes up. A spear carrier could swoop in and change the entire story. Hell, just having the spear carrier there automatically changes the story because if, theoretically, Juliet and Friar Laurence’s plan hadn’t gone awry, having a spear carrier there to witness the supposedly dead Juliet waking up would have been a little bit inconvenient. 

So just the fact that there is a spear carrier should signal that the story is not going to play out as we think. But then, this is a spear carrier that, because of lighting and costume choices, we don’t really notice to begin with.

Kind of, you know, like how we didn’t really notice Farkle at first because he was so clearly the Minkus character who would probably disappear after a while.  

Just … I sometimes have issues with what this show does on a micro level episode-to-episode. But on a macro level, they are clearly thinking in painstaking detail and it is so clever.