i don't know if you all understand how much it means to people who write the words

The Types and Their Level of Scariness
  • <p> <b>INTJ:</b> At first they might seem worrisome because of their intense stare and nihilistic sentiments, but all it takes is one harsh critique about something important to them and they'll crumble. Their bark is infinitely worse than their bite. Will write a series of salty "blind item" blog entries about you for months. 6/10; too passive-aggressive to be truly scary.<p/><b>INFJ:</b> Hard to get to know, but when they like you, they REALLY like you and you'd better not do anything to break their trust because all of those warm, fuzzy feelings will 180 into pure end-times-level wrath. If you've ever encountered an angry INFJ, you've seen the face of the devil himself. 10/10; scary af<p/><b>ENTJ:</b> While they're capable of verbally disemboweling someone they dislike, they won't actually come after you unless they're bored and feel like starting drama for shits and giggles. Threw a punch once and didn't like it too much. Will tell you to go choke on a bag of dicks with the biggest, brightest smile on their face. 6/10; scary only in theory<p/><b>ENFJ:</b> They love you so, SO much and they want you to do your absolute BEST at EVERYTHING you EVER do like REALLY really, so when you don't meet their expectations, they will get more and more assertive about you achieving your dreams (read: their dreams) until they eventually snap and stab you to death in your sleep. 9/10; file a restraining order and you might be okay.<p/><b>INTP:</b> Too lazy to truly get mad about anything. The only really scary thing about INTPs is their complete disregard for cleanliness. You'll find Chinese takeout boxes from six months ago covered in maggots by their bed, but you won't find nary a discouraging word coming out of their mouths. Only does damage to living things in RPGs. 2/10; scary hygiene but harmless.<p/><b>INFP:</b> Is someone who spends a lot of time writing poetry, getting drunk and crying hysterically about things that happened ten years ago really that scary? I mean, they'll probably throw a whiskey glass or a vase in your general direction and curse you out for a solid ten minutes, but then they'll go right back to crying in fetal position. 4/10; just walk away, dude.<p/><b>ENTP:</b> They'll fuck with you just for the sake of having something to do that day. They'll fuck with you sometimes for no reason whatsoever. They fuck with people because it's just in their nature. Occasionally they'll take things too far and you'll wind up in the hospital but probably never in a morgue. Might send you flowers during your hospital stay. 8/10; scary neurotic<p/><b>ENFP:</b> They're either your best friend or your worst enemy and there is literally no in-between. Sometimes they'll get mad at you for reasons you don't even understand. Rarely ever will they try to physically harm you, though. They'll just whine about "fake people" in their DeviantART journal and mope about for a long time before randomly deciding you're their friend again. 4/10; Super confusing but not scary.<p/><b>ISTJ:</b> The embodiment of "walk softly and carry a big stick". Will sit outside of your bedroom window for days with a shotgun, ready for you to make a wrong move so they can blow you to smithereens. Don't try calling the police, because they're probably a police officer or at least connected to one in some way. In other words, you're fucked. 10/10; lawful evil personified.<p/><b>ISFJ:</b> They love you with all their hearts but they also hate the things you do, ie "love the sin, hate the sinner". Usually harmless, but some of them quickly lose their shit when double-crossed. Might mix poison in your sweet tea and then bury you underneath a bed of roses in the backyard. Prays for your certainly-damned soul every night before supper. 7/10, only scary when provoked.<p/><b>ESTJ:</b> Their big mouths and intense, confrontational attitudes can put the fear of God into you, but for an ESTJ to truly be scary, they'd have to physically harm you and they don't want to jeopardize their careers over something that foolish. Will judge you hardcore from afar but that's about it. 5/10; talks shit but you won't get hit.<p/><b>ESFJ:</b> They're the undisputed champions of guilt-trips, and they'll guilt-trip you over things so incessantly that you might suffer a loss of self-worth in the process, which could lead to severe depression and no will to live. Will attend your post-suicide funeral in a really expensive dress and tell mourners how you could have "really been something". 6/10; scary shady<p/><b>ISTP:</b> No chill towards people they dislike. They will straight-up brutalize your ass in one-on-one combat and you will lose. Will put you in the hospital, wait until you've been released, and THEN put you in a morgue. Probably will laugh about killing you over cold ones with the boys for decades to come. 10/10; cold-blooded killers.<p/><b>ISFP:</b> There is no such thing as a scary ISFP. They might get hurt with you but they just let that shit go after a while. More likely to channel their negative feelings into an artistic outlet than something destructive. No time for pettiness or holding grudges. 0/10; anti-scary saviors<p/><b>ESTP:</b> Also has no chill towards people they dislike, but their hair-brained schemes at revenge are often poorly executed. Will threaten to "beat your ass" for months but won't actually do it unless they're drunk or high. Once they do get physically aggressive towards you though, you are deader than dead. 7/10; flee town before things escalate.<p/><b>ESFP:</b> Often incorrigibly shallow, they'll start rumors to sully the reputation of their enemies before they'd actually consider getting their hands dirty. Rarely ever starts fights but they sure do love jumping into other peoples' fights and finishing them. Will get one of their besties to film the entire beat-down and put it on Snapchat. Hair and makeup somehow stays flawless the entire time. 3/10; more petty than scary.<p/></p>

satanslesbianmother  asked:

I am creating a black female character for a story that takes place in an area where...well, she's surrounded by white people who are almost obsessively politically correct, to the point of enforcing "colorblindness." I feel it's important to her character and to authenticity for her to react to her white friends being intimidated around the subject of race, but I don't want to end up writing the white person's "ideal black response" unintentionally. Any pointers?

Black Girl Living in a “Colorblind” Environment

Hey there,

Wooow, that’s like my entire life over here. Yes, I do have some pointers, but they’ll mostly just be my thoughts and experiences. Not everyone will have the same reactions as I do, but I hope this will help.

Internalized Racism

So I’ll just start by saying this is the perfect breeding ground for internalized racism. It is an everyday thing so subtle, so normalized absolutely every time, that the racism is hardly ever recognized for what it is. If your character is somewhat like me or people I know, they will struggle with the urge to not stand out, try to assimilate into the dominant culture or distance themselves from their culture(s) at the expense of their own identity, feeling the need to compensate and deflect stereotypes. They’ll be gaslit left and right, and replying with anything other than silence or agreement will most of the time start discussions or fights. They might at times feel like they’re living a lie, feel out of place and start questioning themselves. There’s more but you get the gist of it.

Reactions to Environment

Now most reactions will come down to: 

1) completely rejecting the white people and their culture,

2) trying to become like the white people and take on their views, 

3) or social withdrawal. 

What they all have in common is A LOT of unease surrounding your roots, your race and expressing your true self. 

Daily Struggles

There will be a lot of tension and anxiety when matters of race surface, even when they don’t end up mentioned or discussed. Feeling like you don’t belong, that you’ll only be accepted as long as you keep your mouth shut about racism.

Feeling unsafe comes to mind. I imagine your character desperately searching for people who might be different, looking for friends of color online, trying to make sense of their experiences by searching online, that sort of thing. If they do try to express themselves it’s because that person gives them the feeling that they just might be a bit more understanding than others and might get into discussions desperately trying for them to understand them. I imagine them not wanting to be seen as a stereotype while not wanting their race/roots/ethnicity pushed aside. High chances they will be passive aggressive about it because they lack any other meaningful way to express themselves. 

Of course there will be Black and brown people who’re content with assimilating into a culture like this. Good for them. But plenty of people also force themselves to believe that in order to survive. 

That’s what most of it comes down to. Surviving an environment that’s hostile towards you while it masquerades as your dear friend. 

~ Mod Alice

Daily Struggles - Racism & Racial Tension

In middle school, I had this friend. I was telling her a story involving someone else when she asked a strangely-worded question. 

“Did she look like you or me?” 

I was all “huh” until she pointed to my arm, my skin.

“Like you…” She said, then pointed to her own arm. “Or like me?”

I instantly fed off of the race-is-scary vibe and just muttered “Oh, like you…”

I grew up in a slightly less intense version of Alice’s environment, and my experience was passive-aggressive racism (micro-aggressions) with both the micro-aggressions and aggressive racism brushed over and kept low key. (That lady moved her purse when you walked by because she thinks you’ll steal it? Nah, she just needed it to warm her lap!)

I rarely felt the heat of racism. It wasn’t as blatant. Still, it happened in pockets.

Daily “racial tension” would be stares in public because seeing a Black person in the supermarket was a marvel. At school and other frequented places, well, they get used to you, so unless you’re the very new kid, it’s not likely she’d be made awkward on the day-to-day for existing (At least not until slavery is discussed and everyone is turning their heads to stare at her..).

Colorblind Environment and Balancing Culture

Alice hit the main points. Some reject the dominant culture, some embrace it (and may even allow and make race jokes at their own expense to cope) and some withdraw completely. I don’t think anyone fits into any neat category. 

Consider that your character may fall on a scale of embracing her situation, and rejecting some aspects. No one person is the same. 

I think background and home life will affect how she copes in this environment. I moved into my super-white town at a pretty young age, prior to that growing up in a culturally-diverse city and had sisters who did as well. We were able to embrace our culture at home among each other and other family even if that openness could not be experienced with most people in the neighborhood. If I’d been older before I moved, I probably wouldn’t have given a damn a bit more, or rejected more of the environment’s culture, but hey. 

Either way, it’s very possible for her to blend and embrace more than one culture. But how one embraces or how much, depends on the person.

Now, embracing different culture depending on the environment and code-switching doesn’t mean you’re at a cultural crisis or both sides cannot co-exist. For example, while I was made awkward about race in one experience, around that same age and time, I brought a bigger celebration of Black History Month to that same school by approaching administration on the severe lack of it. With permission and the help of friends, we made posters and announcements celebrating prominent Black leaders and inventors. That would not have happened if I didn’t have cultural pride being nourished elsewhere.

In Short

With maturity, self-realization, getting away from that environment and/or connecting with a knowledgeable and accepting group of people comes accepting what living in the dominant culture has made you, and hopefully embracing and not losing the culture you might’ve experienced without its influence.

As always, we’d also recommend having appropriate beta-readers take a look at your story for sensitivity and accuracy.

~Mod Colette

P.S. Based on some responses defending colorblindness as a good thing, which it’s not and is in fact racist (!) I would urge you to research the harms of the colorblind approach and learn of the huge disservice it is to People of Color to ignore the beauty that is diversity and in recognizing cultural differences.

PSA: “Seeing color” isn’t the same as “judging color.” 

Won’t dwell on it here. I do want to quote mod Brei from a different ask

Colorblindness is an act of racism by denying to acknowledge differences. I mean, no one ever says “I don’t see gender” so why apply such ignorance to race?

i have too many feelings about michelle jones so here have headcanons and peter x michelle

this was obnoxiously long because i have no control so lots of stuff is under the cut and it became very fic-like at the end there, whoops. 

one (THIS ONE!) | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

  • so michelle moved with her family to new york when she started high school
  • and mj was actually pretty sad to leave her friends back in chicago because it had taken a long time to make those friends and she always feels awkward around new people
  • so she isn’t very happy about The Move
  • she comes from a loving family
  • like, she gets kissed every night before she goes to bed, her parents read her bedtime stories until she was ten, she used to wear matching outfits with her mother, family movie nights were every friday
  • her parents were really good to her for the most part and just loved and supported her
  • they’re also pretty smart and since mj has pretty much always been inspired by them so intelligence and the acquisition of knowledge is really important to her
  • hence reading and academic decathlon, but she’s also into math and science too because she’s very driven and doesn’t have that many friends in new york so what else is she gonna do?
  • and her parents are an interracial couple and they’ve encountered a lot of hate and mj was always so sad when she walked out with her mother and people would give them weird looks
  • so she’s tried to end hate whenever she can and fights to give a voice to those who are silenced
  • but now cue mj going to high school in new york
  • she joins academic decathlon ofc because who do you think she is she lives for this shit
  • and then! there is this little shithead on the team PETER PARKER
  • like who the fuck does this kid think he is
  • answering all these questions, acting like he’s sooo smart just because he happens to know a lot of facts and is really good at physics and speaks spanish really well and also happens to be really dorky and adorable and okay maybe he’s kind of attractive too and maybe mj starts throwing herself more into academic decathlon and possible CONSIDERS joining band but that’s ONLY BECAUSE PETER IS A SHITHEAD AND SHE NEEDS TO SHOW HIM HE ISN’T THE ONLY TALENTED ONE OKAY
  • anyway

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Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

anonymous asked:

Hi! How to make sudden death scene looks tragically-touching? I feel like i've put all my emphaty but still, i don't think anyone will shed any tears. Please help me!

Thanks so much for asking, darling!  I know how much pressure these kinds of scenes put on us as writers.  There are so many amazing examples of death scenes in fiction already: from deaths as soft-played as in Up or The Hunger Games to the heavy-handed deaths in Titanic or Terms of Endearment, all of which defined their stories from there out.  There’s an expectation to “top” other death scenes with our own, but that shouldn’t be the goal in mind.  That’s just popular fiction trends making us insecure, as usual.

So instead of thinking about making other people shed tears, focus on yourself.  After all, it was Robert Frost who said, “No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.”  That means that no matter how much you cater to the stereotypical tearjerker tropes, if you’re not feeling it, the readers will be able to tell.

What you should do, however, is the question.  And there are a lot of options.


How to Write a Heartbreaking Death Scene

  • Focus on the character involved.  Deaths must be tailored to the dying character and their own situation – after all, watching a 90-year old person die of cancer isn’t as heartbreaking as watching a 9-year old die of cancer, because their situations are different.  Consider the character’s support system, and how their death will most affect their loved ones; consider the character’s dreams and if they’ve achieved them.  Consider how they feel when they die – scared, or at peace, or lonely, or so in shock that they can’t even process it before it’s over.  Know what the character is experiencing and you’ll have less trouble finding the “empathy button”.
  • Fixate on small details.  Less is more – less emotion = more emotion.  Death scenes are more poignant when the character doesn’t have time to be sad about every little detail of their death, and when they can’t make peace with their loved ones, and when they can’t say everything or do everything they want to do before they go.  This goes for sensory details, too!  Instead of remarking on the paleness of their skin and the shake of their limbs and the pooling blood or whatever, pick something small… like the way their fingers grasp at the ground because they’re losing feeling.  Instead of letting us hear all the reasons the other characters are sad, show us one reason.
  • Diversify the grieving experience.  Many writers default to “sadness” and crying whenever they write a death scene, but these aren’t the only emotions involved.  There’s denial, and bargaining, and anger, and terror, too.  When a person is dying, they’re not always thinking about the long-term and why it totally sucks that their life is over – they may just be consumed by the pain.  They may be so terrified that they’re desperate to say things and get up and fix themselves, but they can’t do anything – they can’t even get words out, and that’s frustrating and agonizing.  So instead of Sally feeling sad because James is dying and their future is gone and he didn’t get a chance to live his life, she may be angry because he swore they would be okay.

For a, um, personal and sorta depressing example: my oldest kitty died last year.  She was my cat ever since I was in preschool, and as she was dying, I couldn’t really process it?  So I just kept… telling her to eat.  Telling her to drink water.  Getting angry because she wouldn’t just listen to me and just get healthy and just not die, because in my mind, it felt like it should just be a decision.  It wasn’t rational – she couldn’t understand, and even if she could, it wasn’t a solution to her disease.  It was just where my mind went.  Until we actually had to put her down, I was just so angry that I couldn’t be sad.  So that mixture of anger and bargaining can be a very real and powerful emotion to invoke in a death scene.  Don’t be afraid to mix stuff together and think outside the box.

  • Use a callback for that extra “ow” effect.  We see this most commonly in the form of repeating something that the character said before (e.g. in Tangled: “You were my greatest adventure.”), but this isn’t the only method.  Maybe bring up the first thing another person noticed about the dying character – for instance, maybe your character is very confident and smug, but as they’re dying, their shoulders cave and their expression melts and they don’t have that familiar, comforting confidence about them.  You can also mirror previous scenes or create an ironic twist – for example, if Casey sails by the stars and falls in love with the stars, it may have impact to let her die under the stars – to stare up at them and see them distort in her vision, twinkling as if they’re laughing at her, or waving her goodbye, or waiting for her up in the heavens.  This personalizes the experience so it feels like you’re there with Casey and not just some dying person.
  • Really emphasize the loss of control.  Death is a powerful decision of the body and of nature, and of whoever may have caused the death.  It’s one of the most uncontrollable feelings for the person dying and for the people present with them.  Reasonably, loss of control is a great source of anxiety for the human mind – so use this to your advantage.  Show that the character is running out of time, and that they don’t know what to do, and that they didn’t see it coming (even if you did).  Show that no one around them can stop it, and show how much they want to.  Avoid predictable tropes, predictable dialogue, or anything that seems familiar or comfortable to the reader (e.g. “I… always… loved you…” or that good old locket-trope: “Take this and I’ll always be with you.”).  Make the situation as uncertain and gutting as possible.
  • Don’t tie things up with a neat lil’ bow.  Death is rarely a case of perfect timing, resolution, and peace – not if it’s sudden.  You don’t have to tie up every plot point for that character.  You don’t have to fully evolve their relationships with every character for maximum impact.  Sometimes, the knowledge that everything is unfinished – that he really could have been a father figure for the main character – that she really could have changed the world if she’d just had one more day – that everyone could have survived if he had just made it through that door – can be much more devastating.  Let it leave you with that feeling of emptiness, and that question: “Why them?  Why now?  Did it have to be like that?”  Because those are real-life feelings, and real-life feelings are the scariest kind.

And I’ve rambled on like crazy, but this topic is very important to me so I wanted to go into it!  I hope this helps you with your story, nonny :)  If not, be sure to send another ask with more information and I’ll gladly get back to you.  Good luck!

- Mod Joanna ♥️


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask us!

anonymous asked:

harry is evasive for sure ( i don't blame him) but i do think we've learned~ more about him throughout the promo he's done so far. i think people tend to forget that bc they're so focused on him not directly answering questions about his personal life or kind of giving the same answer the same questions

I disagree! And I’m about to write an essay I apologize in advance, I’ve just been thinking about this lately so really it’s just an excuse to talk about it. Blame is a harsh word I guess but I do hold him responsible for the results of his evasiveness. I wasn’t really commenting on ‘direct’ answers about his personal life (assuming you mean romance or any sort of invasive questions about sensitive family things, etc. I agree I don’t care about that). I understand his desire to maintain his privacy as much as possible - his early press coverage was gross. Privacy isn’t really what I was talking about tho.

He often answers totally normal questions with the most frustratingly vague answers possible, even with good interviewers. I think Niall is actually a good foil to Harry bc he also never reveals much in his answers but his very chummy, conversational approach to interviews makes you/the interviewer forget that. I don’t think Niall is any more interesting/intelligent, etc. but he gives more, even if what he’s giving is a bit of a mirage, and it helps his coverage.

For the throwaway little radio call-ins or the red carpet stuff it’s not a big deal bc they’re all light. Doesn’t matter. But for some of his more ~serious~ or mass market press it’s surprising to me that he still uses vague responses to good questions/writers.

Example: some of his Elvis Duran in studio interview was funny and good. But for some of the questions Elvis sets him up really well and he just gives like…the blandest ‘yeah im excited, we’ll see how it goes!’ kind of answers. You could see Elvis struggling to pull more meaningful stuff out of him. I found it a bit repetitive to listen to and I imagine a casual listener wouldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt a fan like me would. They’ll change the channel. 

His NY Times album interview was another not so great one. I started listening to the Popcast (NYT pop culture podcast) this week and working my way backwards through old eps, including their episode about Harry’s album. In it the writer of that piece talked about how he struggled to get enough out of Harry to write it. He mentioned there were moments where he started to see self awareness from Harry but he really didn’t give much in the end (and how that translated to their impression of how his album didn’t go deep either, even if they found it overall enjoyable to listen to, save a few tracks). As fans we know Harry is funny and has interesting things to say. For the uninitiated, they would get this impression via the interviewer instead:

“Yet, for all the earthbound introspection and insistent maturity, Mr. Styles, who was discovered, along with his former group, by Simon Cowell on “The X Factor,” remains as slippery in conversation as any megafamous pop star who’s been dodging tabloids since he was 16. On the phone from London this month, he insulated his vagueness with polite deflection and generalities while declaring that his new album was his most open work to date.“

If I were Harry’s publicist, I’d be frustrated that his vagueness impacts the very headline and framing of an important NY Times Arts section piece. It works against him. When album two comes around, will a prestige paper like the NYT be clamoring to cover him again? Will their critics be as interested in the future? 

I think we, the fans, have learned a decent amount about Harry this year. We’ll fatigue quicker for sure. But I still think the general public might not get the best impression regardless. People want ‘real’ (whether what they’re getting is actually real is almost inconsequential), and the way Harry answers questions just *sounds* premeditative and guarded, even if he means what he says. The delivery works against him and makes for a less interesting interview - that’s all I meant in this long nonsense.

Harry clearly wants to be taken seriously as a solo artist, wants to show he has things to say through his music (which I think he does otherwise I wouldn’t be listening to his music still, spending all of my earnings on his concert tickets and trying to convert my friends lol). I just think his interviews do little to convince anyone of that. 

anonymous asked:

What I don't like about k/l shippers (tho I'm one and nowadays I'm wavering away from it) is how they treat keith. they always focus on the latter and treats keet like some joke or idk? I know Keith is somewhat problematic but also like shiro he deserves a break.

See, my thing is–I’m pretty sure there must be k/l content that still maintains Keith’s identity. Making a ship work without compromising either character’s agency is something up to each individual author or artist I think, so there’s nothing inherently bad with k/l. That being said, I’ve certainly noticed a trend in k/l fanon where Keith is just a reward to be given to Lance and the whole focus is on him. And I’ve talked about this a bit before, so I’ll just drop some points from that here real quick:

  • It kinda seemed to me like k/l fanon was always sorta more centered around Lance while Keith was just sort of his prize? I think it’s kind of because Lance is more relatable to a lot of people so it’s easier for fans to see themselves in his position
  • After season 2, it seemed a lot of people who liked k/l were mad that Keith got so much screentime and character development, as if it only mattered if either of those things happened in relevance to Lance or k/l and Keith shouldn’t be able to grow and develop on his own
  • And it made me kind of uncomfortable to see s/k scenes that were dismissed as platonic but then people edited Lance in and claimed the situation was suddenly romantic and these edits were praised as being so much better than the actual writing and well developed character interactions in those scenes we had gotten 
  • While k/l definitely isn’t the only ship where fanon does this, I will say season 2 fanon definitely gave me the vibe that Keith was meant to be seen and not heard. 
  • I’ve seen fans hate the BOM episode and even say that watching it was unnecessary, and claim that Keith didn’t deserve to be written beyond the flat, one-dimensional image we had of him.
  • But at the same time fanon loved Keith in the marmora suit because it made for a pretty picture, but Shiro often got replaced by Lance in fanworks even though it didn’t make sense because it was just “better”
  • There’s this idea perpetuated in fanon that Keith is just a pretty boy, someone who’s meant to be seen and not heard
  •  And I feel in a lot of k/l Keith is almost robbed of his agency to just have him act ooc. 
  • In some fanon k/l I feel like much of Keith’s identity is sacrificed in favor of focusing on Lance. Canon k/l interactions in season 3 are much more preferable to me because you see them each develop as their own person apart from just how they react to each other

As for the second part, I’ve always been kind of confused by that. There’s this thing about characters being “problematic” that really unnerves me. Because no character is flawlessly good, you know? And if they supposedly are, then they’re not a well written character. And you don’t have to constantly be morally upstanding and perfect to be a good person. Keith’s raw emotion, his passion and drive and will to throw himself into a war to protect others–it all defines him. And maybe he’s not the infallible hero, but he’s so much more real, and that means something. He struggles with this anger he carries, yes. 

He loses the one person who showed him unconditional love and support, who never gave up on him. So he lashes out in his grief, he loses himself in sudden outbursts, says things he doesn’t mean. “I don’t want to be the leader! That’s just what Shiro wanted!” it’s something he yells without thinking, because he’s just cut open and hurting–and he doesn’t know where to direct that anger, and it kind of coils in on itself and flares out. But then he quickly sobers, looks horrified at his own words and falls silent. It’s not Shiro he’s mad at. And it’s not his team. Not really. But it still feels like Shiro left and some part of Keith feels almost betrayed at that. It’s an admission that sort of slips out–that Shiro talked about giving up before and Keith resents that. Wishes he had never said that. 

But he’s overcome by volatile galran emotion with no outlet–Shiro was always the one who calmed him before, and he’s struggling to navigate the fallout without him:  

  • Joaquim: “He latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep in check.” (source)
  • Joaquim: “[Keith’s] got this emotional side to him.”
  • Lauren: “It’s kind of exasperated by the fact that Shiro’s gone. Like he’s having a hard time dealing with it, he doesn’t really know how to feel. And I think he just goes back to that inner part of himself where it’s just—he can’t control his emotions. And that comes from the galra side.” (source)

Keith’s grief isn’t graceful or poetic or quiet understanding as he lets go. His loss is a storm–chaos and rage and broken shards. It’s throwing himself into a fight without concern for his team’s safety because he has nothing left to lose. It’s refusing to move on even if the universe needs him. It’s being reckless and relentless. It’s sitting alone in Black lion, “speaking” to Shiro as his confession. All the while ignoring that he has a whole team willing to listen. 

And of course, I’ve been talking post season 3, but–we can take this mindset and apply it to all of Keith’s actions really. Because all his life, he’s been carrying some kind of grief. He has no family. For a long time, he had no friends. He says everyone else gave up on him. Looking at Keith’s character through that lens, I think a lot of his behavior people would label as “problematic” makes perfect sense. Loss has been a very real part of Keith’s life, his whole life–as opposed to the other paladins who are only just now experiencing it: 

  • Joaquim: “I mean, he’s experienced loss–in his life, in his childhood. And Shiro is, I think more so than the other characters is his pillar, is like his big bro. So he felt that loss.“(source)

And I think it really says something that, despite all Keith’s suffered, despite how it must have felt like the universe was always conspiring against him, he still wants to do good. He has no family, grew up with no friends, and has to watch Shiro be constantly wrenched away from him. At that point, he shouldn’t feel like he owes the greater good anything. But “everyone in the universe has a family,” and for all of their sakes, Keith still wants to help. I can’t at all see Keith as “problematic.” I think he’s a victim of circumstance who genuinely cares about others and fiercely protects the people he loves. He’s a multidimensional character who has his faults and strengths, and I adore that. And I agree, he and Shiro do deserve a nice break. Someone let them rest please 

anonymous asked:

146 or 160 with deaf/mute evan (for the drabble prompt) thank you so much your writing is lovely and Mute evan gives me life (I'm mute as well and I don't see any characters much less ones from musicals that are like me thanks!!!)

“Hi Me/I E-V-A-N H-A-N-S-E-N me/I. I/Me Mute”

It was hard living in a world where talking was a bit part of everything. Thankfully modern day did a lot of typing too but school was not a place where Evan could hide behind a keyboard and convey his words. In school there wasn’t many teacher’s prepared for someone like Evan. He didn’t need special courses, he was just as advanced as any other kid but regular teacher’s weren’t equipped with sign. Some gave Evan a white board to write on if he needed to, most just…avoided calling on him. 

It saved them both the hassle and though Evan did enjoy no being part of the limelight…he wondered if they even knew he was here if he never made a sound. 

The only time worse than class was lunch. Evan sat alone and most people had assumed he was deaf when he first signed. No his hearing was normal, pretty good actually. Which mean he could hear every soft, pitiful remark about him. He picked at his food for sometime when a shadow was cast over him. He looked up and found himself staring up at the small, catlike eyes of Connor Murphy. 

“You…uh…don’t talk right?” Connor looked somewhat unhinged, hair a mess and fingers tugging on his hoodie strings. Evan shook his head quickly, feeling the clamminess return to his hands. “Good.” He slowly sank into the seat. “I’m having a bad day.” He growled out, using his arms as pillows to rest his aching (weed deprived) head. 

This was new… Evan stared at the top of Connor’s head. First thought that came to mind was why was he here. The second was, he had some great hair. 

As if he had felt Evan’s curious eyes on him, Connor spoke while keeping his head down. “They’re all talking about me aren’t they…” Evan glanced around and didn’t see anyone who was particularly looking at them. “I know they’re all talking about how fucking weird I am…” his fists clenched tightly. 

Evan frowned and quickly tapped his finger against the table as to get his attention. Connor lifted his head just enough to find that Evan was typing something on his phone then showed him the sentence. ‘No you’re not.’ 

“How the fuck would you know?” 

‘Trust me, I know weird’ Evan added quickly fumbling over autocorrect. ‘I’m mute.’ 

“So you talk with a phone?” 

…Evan shook his head and held up his hands then used his phone again to get his message across. ‘I can sign but no one really…understands.’

Connor looked up at Evan for a long time, he thought about how sucky that must be. To not be able to communicate because there was literally a language barrier. Though his head was throbbing, he wasn’t getting any better laying it down so… “Do you think you can teach me that?” He pointed to Evan’s hands. “Sign I mean.” 

His eyes glazed over with a thick sheet of moisture before he even processed what Connor had said. 

“We can pretend we both have a friend that way…” He held out his hands as Evan shakily nodded. 

He spent forty minutes teaching Connor the alphabet. On occasion Evan reached out and corrected his finger placement, until Connor had them more or less down. When lunch was over, Evan felt…lighter inside. The rest of his classes went by without the same amount of dread he normally felt. At the end of the day, he was at his locker, packing up his things when Connor had appeared again. Evan stared at him for a long time, an involuntary smile graced his face. 

Connor didn’t look as happy, his brows furrowed as he held up his hands and very slowly signed. ‘See you Tomorrow, E-V-A-N’ then spun on his heel and left quickly. So quick he didn’t see Evan nearly collapse into his locker. 

‘See you tomorrow, C-o-n-n-o-r.’ he signed back to no one. 

Don't be a dick to deaf people

(Quick Note: If you’re deaf or have a deaf loved one, please know that the woman in this story said some fairly horrific things and I did put them in here. If the terminology used pre-1990 or anything in regards to eugenics are soft spots for you, I wouldn’t read this. A lot of people who aren’t familiar with deaf culture may not see quite how horrific her comments were, but I don’t want anyone within the community to be hurt by her words 30 years after the fact)

This is a story that my deaf American Sign Language (ASL) professor shared with us for our audism unit, and it definitely deserves to be on here. She did give me permission to share this story as long as her name and place of work were excluded. To preface this, she was signing very quickly so I may get a few details wrong.
So, she grew up with a cochlear implant (that little box behind some people’s ears so they can hear, not unlike a hearing aid) and wasn’t properly introduced to ASL until she met her deaf boyfriend in her late teens. She still had her cochlear, but she really wanted to learn ASL. Fast forward to her early twenties, and she was working. From her description, I’m thinking it was a retail store not unlike the Best of Buys. The issue with cochlear implants (outside of the major risks when putting one in and some people genuinely hate them) is that they can break just like any other hearing aid.
Hers broke before going into work that day and this is before texting, so she came into work with a pen and pad of paper so she could explain to her (I think the sign she used means “boss”) what was going on. No big deal.
They put her on the floor and she ended up tapping a piece of paper with “I AM DEAF. PLEASE TAP MY SHOULDER” written on it with black Sharpie onto her back so customers didn’t think she was ignoring them.
Normally customers (she used the sign for “people,” so this may include her coworkers) would either avoid asking her questions or were at least fairly understanding when she had to write things down, and one person even signed with her. Some people got irritated/mad or impatient, but most were really understanding.
Then The Lady (I’ll call her L, it’s much less crude than the sign my professor used) came in. My professor was stacking boxes of some kind of kitchen appliance, so her back was to the floor and the “I’M DEAF” sign was facing any customers. This took her about 10 minutes, and she turned around to see an angry woman (L) just tapping her foot at her. She’s an insanely generous woman and just assumed that L may not be fluent in English and couldn’t read the sign, so she verbally said that her hearing aid was broken but she could communicate through writing things down.
L just goes off on her, but all my professor can tell is that she’s talking and doesn’t look happy. She again offers L the notepad and says that she can’t hear her, but if she could write down what the problem was, she could try to fix it.
(She started signing a lot faster here, so I may get bits of this next part a bit jumbled)
L gets even more angry, is screaming at my professor, and my professor then thinks that maybe she’s illiterate and is getting very defensive. Again, my professor is being really sweet from both her account and my knowledge of her, and she asked L if she wanted another associate to help her so she wouldn’t have to write anything down. There was no reference to her thought process, and the simple yes/no question wouldn’t require anything more than a nod or a verbal confirmation (she could read lips, but she wasn’t great at it, hence the sign on her back; she figured she could read “yes” and “no” in this case from my understanding).
L gets even worse, makes a move towards my professor, the whole nine yards. Fortunately her manager was there because of the noise, asked L what happened, and L was kicked out. My professor was a little shaken up, but she wasn’t overly concerned. Her manager sent her home though, so she thought she had done something wrong.
She returned to work once her cochlear was repaired, roughly a week after that incidence. Her manager pulled her aside after she clocked in, asking her if she was okay, the whole shebang. She’s obviously confused, it was just a rude woman, why would it be a big deal?
Apparently the woman was screaming at my professor for “ignoring” her, being drunk at work (her words were a little slurred because she wasn’t able to hear them and correct it), and for treating her like an idiot. Once the manager (again, I’m not sure I read that sign properly) had explained that my professor was deaf, the woman went off that they “shouldn’t be hiring defective pigs” and that deaf individuals “should know how to communicate with normal people instead of writing or flailing [she demonstrated this, but I’m pretty sure that’s an adequate description] around.”
For a hearing person, this is offensive enough; for a deaf person, here’s how it looks:
Defective- the label given to the deaf and disabled during WWII eugenics
Pigs- before the 1990s, the deaf were considered subhuman because they had no verbal language and were therefore animalistic, like pigs and dogs
Normal people- the deaf ARE normal people
Communicating verbally rather than signing- asking a deaf person to read lips or speak is like asking a Muslim woman to remove her hijab in front of strangers, telling an interracial couple that they’re pure evil, or asking someone why their clothes aren’t very nice if you know they’re poor or their money is going into providing for their family rather than caring for themselves
At that point, the manager had kicked L out because he understood the severity of those comments and had made it so my professor could go home and wouldn’t have to face that treatment again.
My professor is currently in her late 40s and has had her cochlear completely removed (she’s never been happier, by the way), but those comments have lingered in her head for 30 years.

A True Geisha

My Dearest Son

Many years ago, there were good people like you. But now they are only a memory that will fade into oblivion. These times is when things are more difficult for us, and we must strive harder to reach greatness. 

Our traditions are strong and painful, but nothing pleases me more than seeing in what you have become now. A geisha.

Originally posted by eutana-siacardiaca

What should have been learned over the years, you learned it in the months.

The beauty you show us every night makes me shed tears of joy, and I can’t help but think of that little boy who was always running among the sea and told me anecdotes about our peculiar eyes.

The joys experienced by you are profound, so profound. Because being a man, you proposed to be the most honorable geisha of the family. 

With the art of music and dance, you accelerated the most indomitable hearts, as well as captivating many with the light whisper of your voice singing.

Originally posted by tsujinao

People clamor you, applaud you and give you their smiles, telling you how wonderful your debut, your show, your own art is supposed to be the flow of your feelings.

But you and I, my son, know how difficult the path of a geisha is. Because we are not courtesans, nor wives, we sell our skill and not our body. 

We create a secret world, where there is only beauty. The same word “geisha” means “artist”. And to become geisha is to be judged, as a work of art in movement.

Originally posted by eetkey

You paint your face to hide your face, your eyes are like the deep sea, the desire doesn’t exist for the geisha, the feeling doesn’t exist for the geisha.

The geisha is an artist of the ethereal world; she dances, sings, entertains everything other people wants. The rest are shadows, the rest is secret.

Agony and beauty go hand in hand, our feet will suffer, our fingers will bleed, and even sitting and sleeping will be painful.

But most importantly, you cannot consider yourself a true geisha until you have stopped a man with a single glance.

Nevertheless, when you prepare tea, when you serve sake, when you dance, when you tie the obi, prepare yourself for the most complicated and difficult art that you will experience in your life: Love.

My son, of the arts you have learned with pride, I am afraid it has not been enough to train you with the most inevitable. Turning in the path, without stopping the time, sings your heart because you wish to see. Earth, sun and moon, will teach you to love.

Because the wind will want to teach you to love.

Originally posted by gertieparr

The day you fall in love with someone special, always remember what our Ancestors said:

In spring, cherry blossoms.

Originally posted by kvnai

In summer, the song of the birds.

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

The moon of autumn.

Originally posted by halloweentreat

And the cold and white snow, in winter…

Originally posted by black-and-white-gifs

To man Geisha can only be a half wife, we are the wives of nightfall, and yet to learn of kindness after so much angerness, to understand that a little boy with more courague than he knew, would find his prayers were answered.

You cannot say to the sun More Sun. Or to the rain Less Rain.

It goes without saying that men can be as distinct from each other as the shrubs that bloom at different times of the year.

Otherwise, if by then, and only then, the love you profess to whom you chose as your lover has flourished and has given way to a great change, be sure that fate decided to unite both of you in life and death.

Do all you can, and the rest give it to Destiny.

Live life with all your strength, be proud of who you are, the honor you give to our family and Ancestors, and never let anyone else try to destroy you, because at the end they would be making an unforgivable mistake.

Originally posted by bunsies

And son, always remember that the human heart is like the reflection of the surface of the water, the mouth says things contrary to what the heart says, but in truth, the heart wants us to accept each other, even the people with bad intentions.

Love you Always

Mother

(Finally, my sweet @sammymationsart I saw your beautiful Geisha Jack and I couldn’t help myself but begin to write this madness, which I was also quite inspired by Memoirs of a Geisha)

My Saviour - Nine

A/N: Thank you to all who are following this series and all of you that are giving me such amazing feedback. I love writing this, and I love reading all of your reactions, comments and predictions. You will never understand how much your kind words mean to me. Also a special shout out to my amazing beta @thorne93, I could not have done this without  you.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, talk about abuse, miscarriage.

Wordcount: 2342

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Originally posted by miinyooongii

“Come here,” Dean said, helping you to your feet, holding your hand as you stepped out of the shower. “Here-” he put the towel around your shoulders and rubbing his hands up and down your arms to try and warm you. “-what kind of pain?”

“In my back.” Your eyes were wide in horror as you spoke, but for the first time you kept your eyes glued on Dean’s. “I thought the warm water would help.”

“We need to get you out of these clothes, okay?” You nodded. “Stay here and I’ll go get you something to wear.”

You did as Dean said, not moving a muscle as he went to grab you some clothes, returning with one of his large sweatpants and a sweater, hoping they would warm you up. He stood outside the door as you changed and then he followed you into your bedroom once you emerged. Your entire body shook as you sat down on the edge of the bed. Dean grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you.

“You want to tell me what happened?” he asked, one hand resting on your knee.

“I… uh… I had this pain in my back, and it wouldn’t go away so I figured the warm water might help.” You pulled the blanket tighter around you as you spoke, your voice flat and detached. “Then it got worse before I could even get to the bathroom, this kind of sharp, stabby pain in my stomach.” Dean already knew where this was going. “There was just so much blood, and now I don’t have anymore pain.”

“I don't…” Dean started but you interrupted him.

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anonymous asked:

could you write Sirius' hogwarst years through boggarts? Like first year, his boggart is being called a Black or something. And second year, when he realizes he has friends that don't care he is a Black, the boggart will have changed to like dead marauders or something.

I could dearie but do you really want it?


First year

“You are a disgrace Sirius” hissed Walburga. “Do you know who’s going to suffer for your incompetence?” she asked.

“You know it: Regulus” she replied the question herself. “Now that the actual Heir of Black house is no longer available, Regulus will take your place. But I didn’t raise him to be an heir, well now I’ll have to”

“Do you remember the things I taught you Sirius, how I taught them?” she said, Sirius flinched.

“Oh so you do, you do remember. I do take pride in being unforgettable” she took her wand out, Sirius took a few steps back without thinking.

“Now that you are gone boy, Regulus will pay for your mistakes. Didn’t think about him when you got yourself sorted into that disgusting blood traitor’s house now, did you?” she continued, Sirius was trembling under his mother’s giant figure.

“You’ll come back to this house Sirius and when you do I’ll make sure you pay for your mistake, I’ll make sure you suffer for disgracing our family name. I will-”

Riddikulus!

“Mr. Black!” said McGonagall alarmingly after she sent the Boggart where it came from. Sirius was crying uncontrollably. “There there, it was just a Boggart Mr. Black”

“Can you come with me to my office with me, please?”

“Yes, ma’am” said Sirius with a trembling voice, she sounded very calm and more motherly than Walburga ever did.

Second year

“Now that Regulus is a Slytherin, we don’t need you anymore Sirius” said Walburga. “You have those blood traitor friends to look out for you don’t you?”

“What you fail to understand is that your family would have been always there for you. You are a Black, boy. Once they realised that your blood is who you are they will leave you, too” She twirled her wand in her hand.

“Did you really believe that you would live happily ever after with your new friends and forget where you come from?” asked Walburga challengingly. “Did you really think that people would forget that you are a Black deep down?”

“They will never trust you completely Sirius, one small mistake you are bound to make and they are g–”

Riddikulus!

“Mom made me learn that spell when I was 10″ said James grinning but it faded once he was Sirius’ face. “Mate, I hope you don’t believe a word that woman–”

“That is my mother Jamie”

“I don’t give a damn who she is. I won’t ever leave you, we won’t ever leave. You can take my surname if you want to” assured James.

“Are you asking me to marry you James Potter?!” teased Sirius, suddenly he felt better.

“You git!” replied James with a wide grin on his face. “I was asking you to be my brother but I mean if you want to..”

Third Year

“This hurts so much Pads, why does it hurt so much?” said Remus curled up on the floor. He had his usual full moon scars but this time he looked worse than he usually did.

“Make it stop” begged Remus, his amber eyes burned less than they usually do, he tried to reach to Sirius but he couldn’t.

“Sirius, do something, please. Put me out of my misery” said Remus, the pain apparent in his voice. Sirius wanted to help but the more he moved, the more Remus bleed.

“Sirius–” whispered Remus, using whatever left was in his body to say his name.

“No, no Remus no. I love you no don’t leave–”

Riddikulus!

“You love me?” said Remus, gaping at Sirius.

“Uh, yes” replied Sirius, his eyes wet with tears that couldn’t escape. “You– you don’t have to say anything, don’t worry”

“You are an idiot” replied Remus as he pulled Sirius into a hug and kissed his forehead. “You really are” he smiled.

Fourth Year

“Why deny who you are Sirius?” said Sirius in the mirror standing in front of Sirius. “Why deny what you are?”

“Just because you are a Gryffindor and have friends that are not Pureblood, did you think you would become one of them?” he continued. It was a different feeling, Sirius saw himself in the mirror but the Sirius in the mirror had a mind of his own.

“Look at me Sirius, look at how different I am because I am your other half of you that knows what you are doing is ridiculous” he said. “You know deep down inside, that family is all you have. I have money, I have reputation and all you have is those three boys. A werewolf, a blood traitor and a miserable boy–”

“Peter is not miserable” shouted Sirius to the mirror.

“You keep telling yourself that. Why do you keep yourself from reaching your full potential Black? All that anger in you that you can release, why keep it to yourself? Why settle with being in a pack, when you can be a leader? Why be regular when you can be a Black?” he kept talking.

“You’ll end up alone, Sirius” he concluded. Sirius never said a word. “Alone as always, outcast as always, a menace to everyone you ever touch–”

Riddikulus!

“You bloody asshole” Sirius muttered to himself as the glass shattered and became a wind of glitter. 

Fifth Year

after the infamous prank

“Why did I trust you, Sirius?” said Remus coldly. “It took you just a few words to reveal my deepest, darkest secret”. Remus put his hand to his mouth as he did when he was thinking, he then pointed at Sirius, “I will never forgive you, I will never ever look at you the same way I did before” he said.

“You know what the worst part is? I knew this would happen long before it did. Black blood in you, you were born for this. I can’t believe I could be this daft” Remus continued, each word creating a new wound in Sirius’ skin, Sirius wanted to bleed out.

“You ruined my life when I tried so hard to make yours better. I loved you” he said condescendingly. “Don’t look at me so surprised Sirius, I loved you, in the past tense. How could you think I would ever love you again after this?”

Sirius felt his knees give away, he took his head between his hands, he wanted to rip his own skin off.

“Now you cry. Now you know what you did. Now that it’s too late Sirius. Now that I don’t care for you anymore, as you didn’t care for me. Now that–”

Riddikulus!

“Sirius! Sirius get up!” Remus shouted. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m-” pleaded Sirius.

“Sirius, it’s alright. It was just a boggart” said Remus, he was trying to get Sirius to walk, the boy wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t deserve this Remus, I don’t deserve you to be good to me”

“I’m a sucker for pain Pads, I keep coming back for more. Now get up” ordered Remus, so Sirius did.

Sixth Year

“You are so selfish Sirius” said Regulus, blood dripping from a gash on his left cheek. “How could you leave me?”

“Look at me. I SAID LOOK AT ME YOU COWARD” yelled Regulus.

Sirius was looking down, he raised his head at the last word. “I’m not a coward” he mumbled he couldn’t even convince himself. Regulus was holding he left arm in front of him, Sirius saw a dark tattoo with a snake twirling around a skull, the Dark Mark.

“Do you understand what you did to me?” asked Regulus, Sirius could hear fear in his voice. “Do you understand if I die at the hands of a Death Eater or an Auror, the blood is on your hands?”

“I never wanted this Siri, I only wanted you to stay with me. A simple request. What did you do? You left me. You selfish son of a bitch, YOU LEFT ME TO ROT” cried Regulus.

A new gash appeared on Regulus’ chest, another one on his leg, another one on his collar bone, he was bleeding severely but he wouldn’t look away from Sirius.

“No, no–” begged Sirius as he reached for his wand.

“R-riddikulus! DAMN IT! I’m sorry Reg, I’m so sorry” his hands were trembling.

Riddikulus!

Seventh Year

“Did you hear, Sirius Black betrayed the Order” whispered someone Sirius didn’t know. “The Death Eaters ambushed the Order members, there are many dead and wounded”

“Well it was bound to happen, wasn’t it? He’s a Black, after all. Isn’t his family biggest You-Know-Who supporter?” asked another person.

“Traitor” said Lily, her hands the same colour as her hair.

“You betrayed us Sirius” said Peter, he looked scared.

“We saved you, I saved you!” apparently it was James’ blood on Lily’s hands, blood was dripping from James’ stomach.

“I gave you everything I had Sirius, why? Why would you do this?” said Remus, wand pointed at Sirius’ heart.

“I- I would never.. I–” begged Sirius.

Riddikulus!

“Pads! Pads? SIRIUS!” yelled Peter with a stark white face. “It took me some time to realise that was a Boggart mate, I’m sorry”

“I- I couldn’t do anything. I froze” explained Sirius, avoiding eye contact with Peter.

“Come on, let’s get out of here Pads. You will never betray us, not you, it wouldn’t even cross my mind” said Peter with warmth in his voice as he patted Sirius on the back.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcannons on hidden talents the tog characters have ?? Like idk singing or dancing or juggling or drawing or making up hilarious limericks on the spot or baking fucking amazing bread or just being really good at frenchbraids ?? I don't really know where I'm going with this I just thought it would be interesting to ask !

I’m including ACOTAR characters too.

Each and every member of the Thirteen is a FANTASTIC singer. On the level of sirens, only everyone is mesmerized by their voices.

Chaol can juggle. He started doing it one say for shits in his office, and found out that he is actually good at it.

Dorian can do the splits. He is actually quite limber.

Cassian quilts. Rhys’s mom taught the boys how to mend their own clothing, but she used to stay up quilting, and Cassian used to help. His brother’s don’t know this. But he can sew a mean quilt. And when Rhys’s mom died, he asked Rhys is he could keep some of her quilts and Rhys let him. He keeps them in a locked trunk in his house. But his favorite one hands on the wall. It’s both a work of art and a memoriam to the only mother he ever knew.

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They will tell you stories, if you know how to listen. And I’ve always been good at that.

I didn’t know— not for sure— that there was anything strange here, before I was enrolled and had already been assigned my dorm; it was only on a whim that I applied at all. Elsewhere. A good school with a name, at least, that would let me pretend I was free.

When I was accepted, I went. It was a silly choice, chasing a thought, a dream that EU would make me someone else, would be something else, something that would let a daydreamer feel at home in the real world.

I didn’t expect that it really would.

I heard the whispers first: the wind through the trees, then the crows, then the RAs as they escorted us to our rooms, taking bets. It hadn’t even been half an hour before I could feel it, the cast of a story, the leaves outside sounding like pages of a book turning.

There’s nothing special about me, really, but I know how to get lost in a good tale. How to let it chew me up and swallow me and still be able to crawl back out.

I’m not brave— not any braver than anyone else, anyway. So I listened. And watched. And waited. And the whispers grew louder.

I can’t see a thing, without my glasses, and I’ve always doubted that even with the ones Cat’s Eyes sells I’d be able to See. My gifts are not so obvious, or so easily stolen away. Certainly I never even knew that they could be used, before, or even were there at all— but things are different here. This is Elsewhere, and here I not only know my cards but keep them close to my chest.

I’m known as Mentira. Falsehood. (I thought it was funny, before I knew how true it would become.)

Not that I lie, really, but I don’t tell the truth either; I don’t like taking risks, and I hear more than I should.

People begin to understand that, whether I mean them to or not— I can’t help it. It’s in the grapevine, so to speak, and I can read the whispers as clearly as words on a page, can feel the lines unfolding around me perfectly to script. It’s hard not to be around to see all of the interesting parts. So I get better at hiding it— iron and ramen packets can only do so much. I’ve existed quietly here; I like the stories, but I don’t want to be in them. I like knowing, but I don’t intend to do anything about what I hear, so it’s better to play like I don’t notice anything at all (however hard it is, at first, to do so).

I don’t write anything down. I’m not after remembering, or keeping anything that isn’t mine.

Sometimes, when it gets quiet, I sit under the old trees, soak up their songs, and I do risk whispering the poetry to the crows. It isn’t quite the same, but it’s similar enough that they, if no one else, probably realize what I’m doing… but they wouldn’t rat me out— I meant it as a kindness, nothing more or less— and I have always been careful. I listened.

I never listened too much. I know the feel of going too far under, getting held down by the cobwebs of someone else’s world, and I come up for air when it is too much. Too loud. Too obvious.

I went to class. Made friends with my roommate. Stayed away from the pool. The normal college experience. I never do anything.

But oh, the things I heard.
They will tell you stories, if you know how to listen, if you’re careful enough to avoid being caught.

Eventually I graduated. I left. But even when the memories were faded, the whispers never were, and they spread like roots.

I came back. I was called, maybe.
I was homesick, definitely.
I didn’t regret a thing, however much parts of myself seemed achingly empty whenever there were no faint murmurs to hide the holes, especially once they were being filled again.

I got a job, if it could be called that. Upon telling the interviewer what I could do, and offering as little proof as I could manage, he hired me on the spot and gave me an office, but no position. Occasionally kids would stop by, and more occasionally things playing at being kids, to ask me questions or talk for a while. I told them what I could, however I felt I could get away with it (being staff, after all, did not make me safe).

They started calling me Ms. Story, and it made me laugh a little whenever I heard it.
It made the crows laugh more.
It made Them laugh the most.

They tell you stories, if you know how to listen, if you can coax them out; eventually the students-who-were-not-students would bring me riddles, rambles, and nonsense, suspecting. They would follow me in my walks under the trees and hunt in my words for answers that I was never meant to know.

But I could hear the weight in their footsteps, and would always tread carefully myself. I was not there to do harm. I knew where the lines were drawn and danced respectfully around them. I knew too much, even being aware of that, but I stepped on no one’s toes and made no alliances or enemies.

I gave what I could to those who knew how to ask, Neighbors or no, and I’m still here, in my office.
Listening.

It’s been a while since anyone came by.

(X)

“To Be or Not To Be”

characters: virgil, patton

pairings: none

warnings: alcohol mention; mentioned alcohol consumption; tipsy behavior (in beginning); implications of sexual activity (nothing explicit); self-deprecation; some swearing

College!AU where the sides all live together as students


Even after only two drinks, the stairs to their apartment were still proving difficult to teeter up. Virgil was thankful when he finally reached the top and could make his way down the hallway to his apartment.

Virgil hated parties; it was simply a fact. Still, he would sometimes let Roman drag him down the street to one, if it was following one of Roman’s performances, or if he didn’t have anything better to do. They were always close by, so he could walk home whenever he grew sick of the crowd and the ever-droning noise; the chill outside helped keep him thinking straight.

He pulled out his key as he approached the door of the space he shared with his friends. He’d have the place to himself for most of the night: Roman would stumble back just before dawn with his friends; Patton was on a date with somebody he’d met after one of his classes; and Logan was working, tutoring students at all hours of the night, teaching them to memorize physics equations and the periodic table while writing essays on those same subjects in what little free time he had.

The key scraped around the lock a few times before Virgil finally managed to slot it inside and turn it, clumsily falling against the door to push it open.

The lights were on. Virgil stopped himself just inside the apartment, grasping this fact and letting the importance of it slip away twice before understanding it.

He and Roman had been the last ones to leave. They had turned the lights off, hadn’t they?

Virgil ran through the mantra he talked himself through before he left to go anywhere. Take the keys from the bowl, check for your phone, shut the lights, lock the door.

He checked the time. Midnight. No one was supposed to be home yet. So how–?

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tired-emotions  asked:

Hey I wanted to know if you can make a thing were Draco gets jealous of Ron hitting on Harry? Just a random thing :P

Draco was sitting in the eighth year common room on the couch, using one arm to read, while the other was draped lazily over Harry’s shoulder.

Harry was cuddled up next to Draco and was talking to Ron.

“Hey Harry,” said Ron, “ what do you say about you and me going to hogsmeade for a butterbeer?” Ron asked while giving Harry a wink.

Draco was trying very hard not to pay too much attention to Wea- Ron, and Harry’s conversation, though his mind kept wandering back to what Ron just asked.

‘He doesn’t mean like a date right?’ Thought Draco, ‘I mean he does know that Harry is my boyfriend, and he wouldn’t ask Harry out on a date if he knows that he’s my boyfriend, right?’

While Draco was having his little epiphany, Ron was very much aware of what he just asked Harry. You could practically see the gears in Malfoy’s head shifting, trying to make out what Ron had meant.

Ron very much liked to make Draco jealous. It was a pass time of his if you will. He would never think to go on date with Harry. They were too much like brothers for him to even fathom the idea. Though it did come in useful when he wanted to play a joke on Malfoy.

“Sure, why not. I could go for a butter beer right now” Harry said while getting off the couch.

As Harry got off, he kissed Draco’s cheek as a goodbye and made way to go out with Ron.

This seemed to bring Draco back to reality, as he too, got off the couch and made his way to Ron and Harry.

He quickly made it to Harry’s side just as he saw Ron put his arm around Harry’s shoulder. That seemed to really set him off.

“Weasley, a word if you will,” asked Draco tensely.

He pulled Ron toward a corner and gave the the famous Malfoy sneer.

“What do you think you’re doing, taking my boyfriend to go get a butter beer?” Asked Draco through gritted teeth.

Ron just gave a lazy smile and shrugged his shoulders.

“What? He wasn’t doing anything so I just asked, plus he’s cute.”

Ron knew he was taking a risk saying that Harry was cute l, but it was well worth the expression that Malfoy had on his face. He was practically livid with what Ron just said. Draco grabbed Ron’s collar and was about to demand that he repeat what he just said about Harry, when said person arrived beside them.

“What’s going on here? Ron, weren’t we going to get a butter beer, and Draco, love why are you grabbing on to Ron’s shirt like that? Please let him go.”

Draco did let go, but that doesn’t mean that he wasn’t any less mad about what Ron had said.

“Ron, could you wait by the door for me please? I’ll just be a minute with this one.” Harry said while pointing a finger at Draco.

Ron did as he was told and then it was just Draco and Harry.

“Draco,” Harry began softly “why were you mad at Ron. Did he do something to you?”

Draco took a couple of deep breaths before he spoke to Harry. He hated admitting his feelings to people, especially when they made him seem vulnerable. Harry was the only exception in this case.

“I don’t like how he was talking to you,” Draco began “he knows I’m your boyfriend, but he’s always doing stuff like this to make me angry. Walking with you to classes, eating with you in the great hall, and now taking you to go get butter beer.” Draco then crossed his arms and pouted. “That’s my job.”

Harry then gave him such a big smile.

He knows that Draco doesn’t like to talk about his feelings, he rarely does. Though there are times when he will, and Harry is so proud of him for those.

He goes up to Draco and with his hand gently caresses his cheek. Draco closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

Harry then moves forward a little and presses their lips together. It’s a sweet kiss. A reassuring kiss. A kiss that shows that Harry isn’t going anywhere.

When they break apart Harry speaks first.

“Oh Draco,” Harry starts “ I love you so much, you know that. I don’t want you to think that Ron’s replacing you because he isn’t. He’s like a brother to me. It’s ok that he walks me to classes, and sits with me in the great hall, and takes me out to butter beer. Do you know why?”

Draco shakes his head.

“Because when it’s cold or I’m feeling sad, it’s you I get to cuddle with. When I’m happy, it’s you that I get to kiss, and it’s you that I get to call my boyfriend, not Ron. I understand that you’re jealous, but there’s no need. It’s you that I want Draco, and it’s you that I have”

Draco didn’t know what to say. So he didn’t say anything. Instead he kissed Harry. A kiss so full of passion and love, and everything else that Draco felt about the boy in front of him.

About the boy he loves,

And about the boy who loves him back.
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I’m sorry if this is really bad. I don’t usually write things. Actually I don’t write things at all. This is the first ficlet thing that I’ve ever written, so excuse me if it’s not that great.

anonymous asked:

Would you mind writing about the RFA(V , S) with a foreign MC whose parents are racist and don't allow her to be with them because they are Asian? But she dates them anyways because she loves them? (My grammar is $h*t I know)

This is so interesting. But it’s so touchy, I’m so afraid this can backfire and I’ll end up offending someone. Please let me know if this isn’t good, I’ll shut it down immediately (of course this is directed to my asian followers, couldn’t care less about white people’s feelings, including my own). Thank you all!

RFA + Saeran and V dealling with MC’s racist family

TRIGGER WARNING: Racism (obviously), misoginy, xenophobia (so sorry I forgot about this before, ugh… hope I didn’t do too much damage. I apologize if someone felt triggered expecting to get something else from this.

Zen

  • You introduced him to your father through Skype and he is…confused.
  • So… he’s an albino? And an oriental? How does that work?
  • Oh, and he’s an actor? Like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee? Did he ever play a karate fighter in some movie? Oh god…
  • “I’m pretty sure Jackie Chan is from Hong Kong, sir. And Bruce Lee was… Chinese, babe?” “I think he was born in America, and had a Chinese descendance…”
  • “And karate is a Japanese martial art, sir. They’re not all… oriental…” he says the word in disgust, ughhh… hearing this word in 21st century is awful!
  • “Oh, it’s all sort of the same thing, isn’t it?” Ohhhh… you’re so embarrassed, you want to turn it off immediately and scold your father for being… racist.
  • “No, it’s not, sir. Please don’t use a word that put hundreds of people from different cultures and countries in one tiny box. Please, get more sensitive about these issues now that your daughter is dating a KOREAN guy who will marry her someday. Have a nice day, sir.” And he turns it off.
  • “Oh, babe, I can’t believe I talked to your father like this, I’m so so…” “Don’t you dare apologizing for doing the right thing!”
  • “Well, yeah… but you know… this isn’t his fault. You know, asian actors play a lot of similar roles on American movies and TV series, so…” “Yeah, and this isn’t your fault either, my father isn’t dumb, he should see through stereotypes, we all should, you know?”
  • You were right. Zen kept thinking of this after you two went to bed. He couldn’t stop thinking of what he could do to change things.
  • And it hit him, the problem isn’t the asian actors, they just roll with the roles they can get, the problem is we don’t have enough asian people working on producing and writing jobs in entertainment, at least outside of asian countries, of course.
  • So now he’s thinking how he needs to expand his career in order to be a producer in USA or in Europe one day…
  • His manager sleeping beside him will help him through on this.

Yoosung

  • Your sister was in town and he was so excited to meet her.
  • She was excited as well, maybe too much throwing words like kawaii and calling him Yoosung-kun, you know, Japanese words.
  • “MC, she knows she’s in Korea and we speak Korean, right?” you’re too busy doing the facepalm to even answer.
  • And she keeps throwing Japanese terms totally out of context, for that matter. And Yoosung isn’t getting anything, he’s just scared of the way you’re glaring at her.
  • “Sis, shut up! You’re making a fool of yourself!” “What? I’m just showing support on you dating a jap guy.” “I’m not ‘jap’, I’m Korean. We… we are in Korea.” He says in a very kind way.
  • “Well, whatever, it’s all the same.” Oh god… oh no…
  • “No, we´re… we’re not.” He says assertively. Both you and your sister look at him, surprised.
  • “Jeez, calm down, cutie. I’m just trying to be nice and supportive. I’m super cool with my sister dating an asian guy and…” “But why do you have to be cool with it? There’s nothing to be cool about it, it’s just… you know what I’m trying to say? When you keep saying you’re cool and bringing my race and my country of origin everytime, I’m sorry… but I don’t think you’re cool with this at all. And that’s not…”
  • “Cool.” You complete for him and he smiles sweetly at you. “And please study a little, Japanese and korean have this historical feud, we don’t like being compared.” Oh wow, looks like he’s been studying too.
  • Your sister is so mad, she just stomps out of there telling she’ll never be back to this hellhole of a country and shit like that. Yoosung doesn’t understand how two people coming from the same environment can be so different like you two.
  •  “MC, are you really ok with your sister not really approving us?” “You mean if I’m okay with my sister being a xenophobic racist brat? Not really…”
  • “Oh… yeah, she was being kinda racist, right?” you nod. “Well, uhm… she seems to mean well, at least. That’s a start on us to teaching her.” “Yoosung, honey… you really don’t have to.” “I know, but I want to. She’s gonna be my family one day too, right?”
  • And that was the first time he made you blush in the ame way you’re used to making him.

Jaehee

  • You warned her about your brother being a little… nonsense. You know the guy who dated a black girl on high school and think he’s such a hero for it? That guy…
  • So he’s super excited to meet your asian girlfriend. Yeah, he emphasized “asian” a lot.
  • “Whoa, you’re tall. I thought you Asians were all tiny and cute…” hum, okay…
  • “And you are a blackbelt in judo? Whoa, dragon lady, am I right?” wtf, dude?
  • And he keeps throwing totally out of line comments about her body and how she’s nothing like he was expecting from an Asian girl, since all the asian girls he knows are completely different.
  • “The girls he saw on porn, that is.” You whisper to her, and she giggles, but deep inside she knows this is so wrong!
  • And since he won’t stop, she’s starting to get really angry. She needs to put a stop to this before he does THAT question about asian girls having sideways vaginas, because he seems douchy enough to make it.
  • “I know you mean well, but please stop before you say something really racist… and sexist as well.
  • “Sexist? And… racist? Ah, come on! I’m not racist, I’ve even dated a black girl on high school and…” See? I told you he was that guy.
  • “Hum… and I can’t even imagine why she isn’t dating you anymore…  if you used her race as a fetish like you’re doing to mine right now, we probably have an answer.” “What are you even saying, girl? You should feel lucky that MC has a supportive brother who doesn’t mind her dating another girl, an asian girl.”
  • “Oh, racist, mysoginistic and homophobic. You’re the triple threat, huh, bro? I won’t feel lucky for you doing nothing but your obligation, especially when you’re doing it wrong!” “What’s gotten to you, MC? I’m your family, you can’t talk to me like that!” “You can’t talk to me and to my girlfriend like this either, if you’re family, educate yourself before acting like an asshole!”Well, she’s not happy on being the cause of a fight between brother and sister… no, forget that, his racism was the cause of this. And she’s so happy you two are on the same page of this.

Jumin

  • He made sure to pay for bringing your dad to Korea so they could finally meet. Despite of your protests of this being a bad investment.
  • He didn’t get it at first, but as soon as he met him, he understood.
  • Because your dad wasn’t even inclined to a handshake. He was a very serious cold man.
  • Jumin is worried if this has anything to do with those three days, did you mention the cage or something? Well, he wouldn’t be exactly pleased if someone trapped his daughter like he did to you…
  • He tells you that as an apology when your father goes to his bedroom to unpack, and you feel so bad. “Jumin, honey… you’re not the problem here at all…”
  • “What do you mean, MC?” “Well, I… have I told you my father used to work in the U.S.  forces, right?”
  • He has a solid knowledge in politics, so he knows your father is probably thinking about North Korea and the constant fear of the possibility of a war starting at any moment…
  • But… he’s south Korean, what does this have anything to do with North and USA? “Well, you know how ignorance works, especially when it’s related to nationalism…”
  • Right you are, but still… this is such a touchy subject, that shouldn’t interfere in your relationship. And… well, if his race is the problem, then your father is being racist, it doesn’t matter if politics are involved.
  • “Plus, if this war happens. USA and South will likely be allies, as it happened before, so no need for you to dislike me, sir.” Well, you don’t like the idea behind his point, but… he’s sort of right? “We are not all the same, sir. Please understand this and respect your daughter’s wishes of staying with me. I’m sure in the end you’re just thinking what’s best for her, and believe me, I’m doing the best I can in order to fulfill this position.”
  • Your father looks at him head to toes. “You’re smart and reasonable, I like that you’re different from the gooks I met in Vietnam.” And he offers his hand for that handshake, which… Jumin doesn’t take it,
  • The man is still racist and xenophobic after all. And you know this isn’t even close to an end…


Saeyoung

  • He’s really excited to meet your sister
  • Then you introduce them two and they’re both nice to each other and all.
  • At least that’s what he thought before overhearing you talking in the guest room.
  • “He’s adorable, MC, and he doesn’t look that asian.” Hum… what is that supposed to mean?
  • “What do you even mean?” “I mean, he’s… redhead, and has this cool outfit, where’s the nerd kid with slicky hair that’s really good at math or something?”
  • “He is really good at math, but you’re just repeating stereotypes, come on!” “Well, there’s a lot of truth in stereotypes, y’ know?” “There’s also a lot of prejudice.” Slaaay MC, slaaaay.
  •  “Ugh, MC, ever since when did you become so prudish? Jeez, people are so touchy these days…”  even though he knows he shouldn’t,  he speaks up:  “I know, right? People can’t even be racist anymore without being called out, that’s awful!”
  • “I… I’m not racist! I am super happy for my sister dating a guy regardless of his race and…” “Regardless? Oh my God!” you and Saeyoung  say at the same time.
  • “No, honey. Of course you’re not a racist, you’re just saying that your sister is some kind of angel for being able to see a normal person behind these slant eyes of mine, and she not minding my race is a favor she’s doing…”
  • “MC, are you really letting him talk to me like this?” “I guess I will, since I’m no angel. And you brought this on yourself.”
  • Of course he didn’t want to be mean to your sister, but he totally went for it when you told him he could.
  • But on a more serious note, he wants your sister to be educated at some point, it’s not good living in ignorance, and he wouldn’t that for someone so close to you, neither would you.
  • So you two will try to be patient and show there’s much more than that portrayal of the nerd asian boy.

Saeran

  • He wouldn’t say it loud, but he is excited about meeting your mother.
  • But you keep changing the subject and backing away on this.
  • And he doesn’t know what to think, why wouldn’t him to meet the woman who raised you? Oh… wait, he knows what this is about…
  • You’re embarrassed about him, ain’t you? Because he’s a freak and would definitely screw things up, of course!
  • He confronts you, and you feel so bad, especially because now you have to tell the truth: “I’m not embarrassed of you, I’m embarrassed of her…” the fuck?
  • “W-why?” “Well, she can be a little… odd.” Odd? How?
  • Doesn’t care, he wants to meet her, I mean, haven’t you heard about his mother? What could be worse than that?
  • And though maybe it’s not worse, is still pretty bad. “I’m not a racist, but I think pure genes are really important on a child’s brain development, so I would rather seeing my daughter with a white young man.” Oh my god…
  • He… doesn’t really know what to say, he kinda expected your mother would hate him, but because he is weird, not because of something he was born like and has nothing to do with his personality.
  • “Mom, that’s so… racist.” Hmmm, yeah, that’s the word he was looking for. “No, sweetie, I’m just thinking what’s best for you.”
  • “So are you saying you think your daughter would be happier with, say, a white guy who beats her up than with someone who likes her and respects her just because he’s not white? That makes no sense”.
  • “No, of course not… I… I just…” “Mom, trust me, just end this conversation here while you didn’t mess up completely.”
  • He’s so happy to know you have his back, and this is not only about his race.

V

  • He’s thrilled and slightly nervous about meeting your brother.
  • You’re nervous too, but for very different reasons.
  • You know those people who don’t consider themselves right-winged or left-winged, his political stand is moving forward? That guy…
  • And V was having very interesting conversations with the guy when he says this: “My sister is just like me, we don’t see race, we just see people.”
  • “Well, that’s nice, but it’s very easy for a white person to say that, you know? Since race doesn’t really play a role on their accomplishments and, most important, obstacles.”
  • “What do you mean? That white people don’t put effort enough to get things?” “No, I’m just saying that you get to face obstacles, but your race is not playing a part on this. I mean…  MC is white, but she’s a woman, so she won’t get the same wage as you in the same job, it’s the same thing with race, white people earn more for the same job in a lot of cases.”
  • “Now you’re just generalizing, don’t you think you’re doing…”  wait for it… “reverse racism?” Oh no…
  • “I… don’t believe such a thing exists.” “It does, look it up.”
  • “I will, then you look up on racial inequality in labor market, how does that sound?” “You don’t have to be condescending, you know?”
  • “I’m not, I’m just giving you a reality check you’re refusing to face. But I get it, it’s hard giving up on your white privileges.” “There you are being racist again.”
  • “Dude, even I know that is not a thing, just stop, you’re embarrassing yourself.” “Yes give up on your male privileges too and listen to the woman at least for once.”
  • Your brother scoffs “You two are such a postmodern couple.” “And you’re pedantic.” “Not to mention a little racist?” you and V say.
  • Well, this was a very clever conversation, and your brother seems smart, V can’t wait to educate him in a more proper way.

anonymous asked:

(part 1) ur gonna roast me for this but im legit curious why mafia AUs are so bad? im asking in a non confrontational way, i get it romanticizing mafia is wrong, but i also believe that 1)most mafia AUs are a really toned down type of mafia;2)they do make for some interesting kinds of dynamics with fanart and with fics; 3)in a fic specifically u can create your own world and call something mafia and still make it so they don't kill innocent people but only idk members of other gangs or sth

(part 2) plus theyre a way to put ur charas in a completely diff context and see what theyll do. i mean i dont believe that writing ships in a certain context (like mafia) equals romanticizing that context. mafia AUs arent even my fav things to read (in fact i almost never do), im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

I’m not gonna roast you don’t worry xD okay wait let me check if I replied to this already if yes I’m gonna c/p because it’s half past midnight otherwise I’ll just go at it again wait *checks tags* fff obviously I don’t have a general post but anyway pls read this after you’ve done with my post and then this which is also choke-full of links. plus for a (not nice) laugh: here. AH WAIT I FOUND THE POST.

okay, so, let’s have it out of the way: I have nothing against mob aus or crime aus. I have a problem against calling them mafia AUs because in the US mafia = organized crime at large, in Italy mafia = ACTUAL EXISTING ORGANIZATIONS THAT ARE ACTIVELY HARMFUL. now that I introduced the topic I’ll c/p you the reply I gave to another anon who while discussing the issue pointed out that most writers don’t even know Italian mafia is a thing, which is pretty much on the same discourse so…

*The thing is - in the US it might not be enough of a deal anymore and I honestly do get why people make the mafia = regular mobsters, since the mafia was the first foreign organized crime being exported to the US via italian immigrants (sorry if this sounds horrible in English but I just woke up and I still didn’t have coffee) so I understand that mafia became the umbrella term.But the thing is that - as you said, these people don’t even know that there’s a mafia in Italy anymore or where the word comes from.

 I’m going to link to italiansreclaimingitaly’s tag about the mafia and its perception outside Italy because they posted about this extensively and it’s an excellent resource, but meanwhile I’m gonna do a very short bullet point list and about the topic:

  • Mafia might not be a big deal in the US, but it still is here. We have the beauty of four different mafias (Cosa Nostra - the Sicilian one, camorra which is the one in Campania but has tendrils spread everywhere, the ‘ndrangheta which is in Calabria and the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia) which are all active [especially camorra and 'ndrangheta] and whose actions have direct impact (negative) on our economy and on our society. Actually mafias are one of the main reasons we’re currently economically fucked up, and if I start talking about how mafia culture keeps some areas literally backwards I could talk about it for three months.
  • There are still people who are killed for standing up against them. These days the most prominent personality is Roberto Saviano who is a writer who dared to put together a book documenting minutely the way camorra works and he’s been living under protection for years by this point. Like, they want him dead because he wrote a book. And I’m sorta sure that he was talking about leaving Italy and going to the US after years of sticking with it here because he can’t take it anymore but I don’t know if it was a taken decision or if it’s still debating it.
  • It wasn’t even thirty years ago that we had the stragi di mafia - in english it’d be something like the mafia slaughters, basically around the beginning of the nineties there were a number of bombs planted by the mafia targeting people who were trying to oppose it including judges Falcone and Borsellino, actually the anniversary of Falcone’s death is like… tomorrow. And they’ve killed people for way longer than that. Here is a list of only Cosa Nostra victims including the ones from the eighties/nineties. And people are still dying because of it. The slaughters I’m referring to are just the ones in the nineties which are enough of a number.
  • They also perpetuate a culture where if you testify against your mafia-employed relatives you’ll be shunned forever. There are women who testified against their families and couldn’t see their children anymore never mind that they weren’t automatically considered a relative anymore the moment they sided against the mafia. Some people have committed suicide after becoming witnesses also because our police force/justice system can be terribly non-supportive in this kind of situation so they got left on their own. Never mind that back in the day - it was the beginning of the nineties? - I recall at least a particular story of - I think, correct me if I remember wrong but I can’t remember the names for the life of me - where this guy testified against the local mafia when he either used to work for them or was forced to pay them the pizzo and in retaliation his six-year old (or five? Anyway he had a son younger than ten for sure) got kidnapped, killed and thrown into acid to dispose of the body. That happened in what, 1993? 1994? It’s pretty much yesterday. And now the camorra is doing the same - there’s a list here of camorra victims among which accidental passerbys that got killed because they were in the way which I can tell just by glancing is not complete. And I’m not even going into the 'ndrangheta. That is to say, here mafia still kills people and cripples our country.

Now, I get that it’s a word, but the point was: let’s say that instead of the Italians the Japanese came to the US first and the umbrella word for organized crime was yakuza rather than mafia and let’s say yakuza was still what it was originally in Japan while in the US it stopped being a big deal and people write yakuza!AU instead of mafia AU. Let’s say someone Japanese gets angry at that and goes like 'listen the yakuza is a real deal it does this this this and that and it’s a plague in our country so can you please at least look it up before writing your fanfic’, which is what had happened way back then when this whole mafia and fanfic thing blew up. A bunch of people told us to get over it because it’s just a word and if it’s a problem in Italy it’s not in the US so why should they care? Now, if we had been Japanese (or Chinese or Russian or Mexican) would they have said the same thing? Considering the general tumblr attitude I’m pretty sure they would have received either an apology or 'this is an important deal let’s keep that in mind’ with signal boost reblogs and stuff. 

It’s the fact that we should get over people not knowing that it’s still a real problem for us and that they can’t take five seconds to google it that is the problem imo. Especially when instead of mafia au you can just say mobsters au or tag it as organized crime and everyone is a lot happier, mostly because as the tag above explains romanticising the mafia is a good thing for them because it means they can act outside Italy with less stigma because everyone thinks that the mafia is dead or not relevant anymore, if I’m explaining myself. (And it’s active outside Italy - like, there was a mafia kill in Germany in 2007 where six people died (sorry the link is in Italian but there isn’t an English wiki page, if you look the city up you’ll find something probably) and it was because of the 'ndrangheta.

I’d really like to not get worked over it because it meant it was a thing of the past y'know, but the problem is that it isn’t and I’d rather spread some awareness in hope some of these writers look it up (because it’s a good thing that people know what mafia is since as stated they have tendrils everywhere - if you read Saviano’s book the entire first chapter is about how camorra regularly deals with Chinese import/export in Italy for one) than shrug and figure that since they’ll think everything is good for fanfic then it’s not even worth my time.*

Now, ^^^ that was the c/p-ed reply that should answer most of your doubts. What I didn’t address was:

im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

aaaand as we say here in Italy, this is where the donkey falls (sorry we have weird sayings), because in theory there’s nothing wrong with that… except that in 99% of the mafia aus I’ve seen around the thing is that they’re supposed to be cute.

like, I see a lot of shit with TINY MAFIA BOSS STEVE ROGERS with RUSSIAN ENFORCER BUCKY (????? bucky isn’t even russian???) and the yoi thing I saw before had the japanese character being the leader of a russian mafia gang which is… like… guys it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t, and a lot of them re-use wrongly terminology taken from the godfather without context or knowing what the hell it means, and it’s always from the criminals’ pov and they’re somehow seen as criminals doing justice where the police can’t (???) and like… no. mafia bosses/enforcers/employees are bad people period, and at least here if you try to leave or repent they kill your family in retribution. like, not even ten years ago there’s been a woman who used to belong to a mafia family (or one colluded with the mafia) who testified and her entire town/family shunned her and she couldn’t take it anymore and… killed herself drinking acid if I don’t recall wrong. it’s not even special cases. this shit is not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not adorable and it’s not good fodder for your imagine your otp scenario (srsly I saw one like.. let me find it,

LIKE. just look at this shit. in a regular context, the enforcer goes to the show owner to force them to pay a monthly sum to their boss lest they destroy their shop and their lives and their family’s life never mind that mafia culture is deeply homophobic so the mafia enforcer flirting with the shopkeeper is like completely fucking out of the question. I mean, people here like to shit on the sopranos but that show was actually excellent representation of Horrid Criminals Who Were Never Supposed To Be Good People and the small arc that happened when one of tony’s friends turned out to be gay (closeted) was REALLY well done. btw, it ended that when they found out he was gay most of the crowd rejected him and thought badly of him until I think they killed him also for other reasons, but that spiraled from finding out he liked dick. and that’s american mafia that they actually based on well-done research of the culture in Italy it came from, I assure you that here it doesn’t work that differently. like. the shit above is so inaccurate and frankly offensive, it’s like… I get people romanticizing problematic stuff but the thing is that when you tell them that it’s actually offensive you get brushed off as ‘ah well you’re being too sensitive it’s just a word u__u’. now, I’m all for exploring shit we wouldn’t be into, but not like THAT, because that’s like mafia romantic comedy and that’s not how it works. now, you wanna do a fic where the mafia characters are deeply flawed and bad people and the police tries to catch them? fine, great, go ahead. you wanna do a fic where the enforcer above deals with dunno an entire life of internalized homophobia when he finds the shopkeeper attractive and feels conflicted over having to con money out of him and doing horrible shit for a living and maybe understanding that crime isn’t worth it and then he actually collaborates with the police and gets shit from about everyone he knows and loves for that? okay, awesome, go ahead. nothing bad in that.

but the shit above is not exploring things we wouldn’t/writing darkfic, it’s THINKING THAT A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION WHICH IS STILL A THING IN OUR PART OF THE WORLD IS CUTE AND ADORABLE. and that only plays in their favor because it takes the bad aura out of the word and we really should not let that happen. like. that is what is bad about mafia aus and mafia discourse, that people don’t realize the mafia is alive and well and thriving and not a thing that doesn’t exist or a generic word for organized crime.

you wanna write the shit above? okay, CALL IT CRIME AU or mob au, not mafia au.

btw, add-on: idk if I mentioned it in the above post or not, but in case I didn’t, I said that people would balk at the idea of a mexican cartel au. sadly since then I’ve found out a fandom where not only there is one but it’s also extra cutesy and people apparently love it and it has a bunch of kudos/comments and idek I’m not even touching that with a ten foot pole but like… I’ve avoided it and everything that author wrote because to me it’s just… nope. like, nope. if you do mafia aus don’t make them fucking cute. (also: in the same fandom I had to mute a v. famous fanartist whose art I actually liked but did cutesy mafia aus and.. like… haahahhaahahahahaha nah sorry. can’t go there. nope.)

Can I Create Emotionally Complex Characters if I Don't "Get" People?

Hey there, community.  Recently we received an anon message asking an extremely important question: could they, a person who is terrible at understanding people, still create emotional depth in characters?  The more I thought about it, the more I realized this anon couldn’t be the only person worrying the same thing: is the development of my story dependent on my interpersonal skills?  If I don’t understand people, am I bound to create shallow characters?  With that on my mind, I decided to answer by speaking to you all in article form, since this is a widely-applicable concern.  Anon, I hope this is helpful to you.

I’ll be speaking from the perspective of my own autism and the struggles I sometimes have with empathy.  Bear in mind, followers, that there are many, many reasons people might struggle with interpersonal empathy and that everyone’s experience is vastly different, so take what you will from this and run with it.  I mean to speak to as broad an audience as possible.

Character Development as a Codependent Process

So:  Is it possible to improve your own understanding of people to improve your character development, and does the development of characters depend on this?  Or is characterization a separate process entirely?  The answer to both of those questions is yes.  It is possible to improve interpersonal skills and learn how to understand people; there are a variety of ways to go about it.  Often, you can use your character development as an exercise in teaching yourself how to understand people in real life.  For me, a highly analytical person, that process has involved lots of reading, lots of thinking about why I love the characters I love, lots of character meta from other people talking about the characters they love (thanks, Tumblr), and a lot of long dinner conversations with my writing partner about how our characters respond to the environments we put them in.  You’ll notice that most of those things have highly constructive elements.  For me, the key to deepening my understanding of my characters - and therefore to creating emotional landscapes inside and between them - lies in treating them as complex, 3-D puzzles where every piece affects several other pieces and chain reactions are part of the norm. 

It may seem contradictory, but the more I treat them objectively in terms of cause and effect - in other words, the more I think of them as intricate machines - the more organic my understanding becomes of how they think and feel, and why it matters.

So on one hand: yes, you can improve those skills, and you can even use your craft to help yourself do that.  On the other hand, the mindset of using character development as a tool in that way necessitates a pre-existing mindset that character development, like our anon suggested, is its own process entirely. 

Character Development as an Independent Phenomenon

Here’s what I mean:  I spend a lot of time thinking about character development, psychology and interaction.  I spend a lot of time talking about it.  I’ve learned a lot about how to piece those things together to a) understand what makes my favorite characters tick and b) create realistic human impressions when I write about my own.  In theory, I have emotional connections to those characters and an intimate understanding of how they work.  Yet at the same time, I do not understand people in real life.  I struggle to find empathy for people around me unless they’re already very, very close to me.  My first reaction to other people is usually a negative one - I see only the very shallow, the very obvious, and the very stereotypical assumptions that are often made during flash judgements, and for me that’s usually as far as I get.  That says nothing about my desire to get to know people or to show compassion for them; it just means that in day-to-day life, I don’t really understand them.

Does that affect my ability to create sympathetic, relatable, fascinating characters?  Not really.  The reason is because there is a fundamental difference between the spontaneity of our own human interactions and the scenarios we create for ourselves as we work.  The first environment is real life: unplanned and uncontrolled, with lots of different wills bumping up against one another and no time for analysis.  The second environment is where we hold all the strings.  When we write, we enter a laboratory where every variable can be analyzed, understood, duplicated, altered and controlled by us and only us.  Nothing happens that we don’t authorize.  No character acts outside the bounds of our own understanding.  In short, it’s a safe environment to explore in, and there’s no opposing consciousness to take control from us.  That means replicating human empathy is a far easier, more foolproof, less time-sensitive endeavor.

And Here’s a Reminder:

You will gain points of emotional reference as you go about your life.  Just as you develop an understanding of what types of things affect your characters emotionally, things will come along to affect you.  To illustrate my point, here’s a personal example: six months ago, I learned what it meant to loathe someone so much it made you want to rip out fistfuls of their hair, claw their faces with your fingernails, and throw them out into the snow.  From the same incident, I learned that I am far more easily angered when my friends are hurt than when I myself am hurt, and that my aggressive streak is the most dangerous when it comes to protecting people I love.  Previously, I just thought I was an aggressive, vengeful prick who obsessed over people I didn’t like for far too long.  The more you know, huh?

Most importantly, that incident gave me firsthand knowledge about how those emotions feel.  The next time I sit down to write about an angry character, I know I’ll have new material to draw from.  I’ll have better words to use and a more realistic end goal in mind.  I’ll have an emotional experience I can manipulate to fit the needs and circumstances of whichever character is angry.  And that’s the heart of what character development is, when you get down to it: it’s taking what you know of the human condition and pulling it apart to see what works (or what doesn’t).  And just like we writers are always looking for new ideas, we should be keeping our eyes out for our emotional experiences, as well. 

To summarize:

Yes, improving your empathy towards other people is possible.  It takes practice and exercise, like any muscle, but for most people it is possible.  And yes, it is also possible to experience the emotional development of your characters in a completely independent context.  You can even have both happening at the exact same time, as I tried to illustrate above.  How these processes manifest depends entirely on your experiences as a person and the methods you’ve developed so far as a writer.

Don’t forget, you’re still living.  Experiences will come to you that will shape and deepen your understanding of people.  You still have a lot to live and learn from - we all do.

So good luck to all of you writers out there, especially those of you who, like me, struggle with empathy.  I have every confidence that with time and practice, you’ll come to your own understandings and find ways to think about these ideas that work for you.  Now go out there and get developing!

–Senga

anonymous asked:

You keep complaining about how people don't understand what multiverse is, so why don't you explain it if you're so annoyed

I don’t like the tone you used and normally I would delete ask like this, but you actually offered me the opportunity so - sure! I’ll explain it. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t explain my interpretation of fiction-based multiverse before. So this time, to make sure everyone understands, I’m going to use our lovely angsty skeleton Sans as our assistant.

As you surely can see, this is him. Much Sans. I sure hope I don’t have to explain the third dimension - after all, it’s the dimension we live and that we can perceive. Which is why it’s so easy to understand - because we literally live it. So let’s move on straight to the fourth dimension.

To put it simply, 4D is your past, present and the future. And by “you” I naturally mean our lovely assistant Sans.

As you can see, there are no variables yet. That’s because we are still within the fourth dimension. A single timeline, if you want… with no alternative selves - just our old good Sans. This is what most people interpret as “timeline”.

If we want to see some variables, we have to move on to the fifth dimension, and this is where things start to be mildly complicated.

For now, let’s take adult Sans and look at some of his possible futures.

We have our previous old Sans, and old Sans who at some point hurt his skull, and an old Sans who at some point fell in love with tiny top hats. And as other arrows indicate, there’s more.

And of course, let’s not forget our baby Sans and his own possible futures.

Our baby Sans grew up into an adult Sans, as well as into an adult Sans whose brother was killed, as well as a Sans who was killed at some point in his life. (I decided to use a little more angsty possible futures because… you know, it’s Sans. Our angst fuel.)

I hope you can understand clearly because now I’m going to say this - instead of timeskip arrows that I used to simplify things a little, EVERY SINGLE ACTION you ever make spawns a number of these arrows. Which means, that if we would replace our timeskip arrows with something more detailed, our (still simplified) fifth dimension would look maybe something like this:

So, for example, if I were to highlight a timeline in which Sans started to be interested in top hats…

The red timeline is 4D zoom out into the fifth dimension. This is what most characters with precognition are able to see, I think! It’s not really about “changing the future”, it’s just that those characters have a privilege to see into what kind of possible future would their actions result into, and based on this knowledge they can change their decision to change directions, and thus “change the future”.

What more, we need to realize that EVERY SINGLE OBJECT has their own diagram like this. Be it this one guy from Argentina, this one baby wolf from Siberia, or this one comet from a neighbouring galaxy. EVERY. SINGLE. OBJECT. Even non-living ones.

You following me? Good, because we are moving into the sixth dimension. Once again, I’m going to use our lovely assistant Sans as an example. In sixth dimension, we are finally entering our alternative universes with our alternative selves.

As you can see, it’s still all very much Sans. But oh my, isn’t he quite different on each picture? Yes, because that’s what alternative universe is. It’s… alternative. Technically it’s still all “you”, except not “you you”. Don’t forget the fifth dimension still, since all of these Sanses have their own diagram like above.

And when we connect all those alternative universes, we get - you guessed it - a multiverse.

BUT WAIT!!! Doku, didn’t you mean to write “7D” in the top left corner? I mean, isn’t multiverse above the sixth dimension?

Well, the thing is - this is probably the most important part of this needlessly long explainaiton. This is where most people stop when it comes to the multiverse. But buddies, oh buddies! This is where you all FAIL!!! For you see, even the multiverse itself has its own alternative selves with its own alternatives.

It’s still all very much our lovely multiverse, just like all alternative selves of our lovely assistant Sans are all still very much our lovely Sans. So if I were to draw THE multiverse, in other words the seventh dimension, it’d be something like:

This. Compare it to the picture above, and you can blatantly see the difference. I’m sure you wonder what exactly are differences between alternative versions of the multiverse, and the answer is - or at least in my interpretation - it’s the fundamental level! Let’s pick a very common example: “the multiverse is a code”. If you say this, you’re merely describing one of countless alternative versions of the multiverse. You’re still just inside the 6D. How about an alternative version that is not based on code? Yes, it exists.

And with this, I believe I delivered the message. So this is where I’ll stop, because this is already ridiculously long and so not everyone will read it, meh. There is still 8D, with independent overlaping multiverses, and 9D and 10D. But that is not what I focus on. This was a long ride, and I would like to thank my lovely assistant Sans for helping me out!

P.S. “The multiverse” in this case represents any fictional story. In this particular case it’s “Undertale”. This all is just loosely based on the actual multiverse theory!