i don't like it but it's too late to not publish it

I’m sure you’ve heard a million times over how important it is to comment on fanfiction - maybe even from this blog. I’ve been a frequent advocate of supporting stories with feedback, often reblogging posts about its importance (and even making one or two of my own). For me, every time a post about comment culture crosses my dash I find a fresh determination to be a commenter and vow to leave feedback on every fic that crosses my dash from there on out.

But here’s my secret: sometimes, I don’t feel like leaving a comment.

It’s not that a fic is undeserving or that I have nothing positive to say, in fact it’s usually quite the opposite.

Sometimes, I look at the large number of comments a fic has already received and I think “What difference will it make if I just add to the masses?” But then I remember how excited I get every. single. time. someone leaves me feedback, how much my heart soars whenever I receive a comment notification.

Sometimes, I see that a fic has zero to little comments and I think “Oh, it would be awkward if I was the only commenter, I don’t want to stand out.” But then I remember the stories I’ve published that never received any responses, merely gathering a few reblogs and a handful of likes and leaving me disappointed and discouraged.

Sometimes, I read a fic long after it’s been posted and I think “Why bother commenting now? It’s way too late for that.” But then I remember that one time someone found a fic of mine months after it had been posted and still left a comment, making me feel as though my story had a permanence and a lasting impact.

Sometimes, I read a fic that is already multiple chapters in, and I think “I can’t possibly comment on any chapter but the last, otherwise it’s going to seem strange.” But then I remember all the effort that goes in to a single chapter, all the courage it can take to publish those words and how reassuring it can be to hear that a particular piece of a story had an impact.

Sometimes, I read a fic and I can’t think of anything insightful to comment, and I think “If I don’t have anything profound to say, I may as well say nothing at all.” But then I remember how it feels to stare at a blank comment section, wondering where exactly my story went wrong and wishing for even the smallest of reassurances.

And sometimes, I read a fic and I’m just tired, and I think “What’s it going to hurt if I just skip the comment this time? Who will even notice?” But then I remember how much time and energy a writer put into their story, how exhausting writing can sometimes be.

I read a fic, I remember these things, and I decide to leave a comment. 

Comments, from the smallest of keyboard smashes and heart eye emojis to the largest of analyses, mean the world to a writer. A comment can be the difference between an abandonment and another update, the divide between a story of requirement and a story of passion. Comments truly are everything to a writer, and they require so little from each one of us.

So please, I beg of you: swallow your excuses, realize that leaving feedback has an impact that extends beyond you, and LEAVE THAT COMMENT.

Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute
Don't Be Late

Word Count: 920

Genre: Suggestive/smut

Plot summary: You’ve been showing up late to work for quite some time and the CEO Mark Tuan isn’t too happy about it, which he shows you in a peculiar way.

The familiar sound of your alarm clock made its way to your ears and woke you from your slumber. You turned it off and checked the time. “Shit, I’m going to be late for work!” It had happened too often that you overslept these past few months and you were anxious about the consequences it would have on your job. You quickly got dressed in your work clothes, got cleaned up and left in a hurry.

When you arrived at your destination, you were already 15 minutes late due to the traffic. You apologized repeatedly to the secretary and hastily got on the elevator to reach your office before anyone else noticed.

You began working the moment you sat down at your desk. Working at a publishing house had its advantages, but it was always very tiring to review and correct potential books for hours. You had always been a bookworm and you had managed to obtain your dream job after years of hard work and determination. The one manuscript you were reading was actually quite good compared to the others and you made a mental note to emphasize on publishing it to your boss.

You went on working for hours upon hours until you glanced at the clock and saw that it read 1 pm which was usually around the time you would take your lunch break. You finished what you were working on, grabbed your purse and made your way out of the office. You walked to the elevator and headed to the main floor. As you were about to leave, the secretary’s voice made you stop in your tracks. “Miss Y/N! CEO Tuan would like to see you in his office, he’ll call you when he’s ready for you.”

When you came back from lunch, you concentrated on getting as many manuscripts reviewed as possible. It was hard to focus on them though. The phone’s ringing disrupted your daydreaming as you quickly picked up with a hesitant “hello”.

“Miss (Y/N), come down to my office when you have a minute.”

You managed to recognize the CEO’s voice before he hung up, not giving you the time to mutter a response. You picked up your belongings and locked your office for the day, intending on going home afterward. You were about to knock when Mark Tuan himself opened the door wide, letting you in and locking the door behind you. He gestured you to have a seat in front of him as he leaned on his desk, hands in his pockets. You shifted in your seat, growing uncomfortable at his intense gaze on you. You would never admit it, but you had a crush on your boss ever since you started working at the company. There was just something about him that made you nervous whenever he was near.

“So miss (Y/N), first you show up late multiple times to my company and now you think that skirt is appropriate in a workplace?”

Your jaw dropped as you waited for him to continue.

“I don’t think you understand how much you’ve disrespected me and believe me I hate being disrespected. Stand up.”

You did as he asked, afraid and anticipating what was to come. He walked towards you until you felt your back pressed against the wall. His breath was hot on your cheek as he went on, his proximity tormenting you.

“I don’t appreciate what you’ve done, sweetheart, and I’m gonna make sure you know just how angry I am with you.”

Your breath hitched as you felt his long fingers crawling up your thighs. He stopped when he reached your inner thighs, massaging them in circular motions making you bite your lip. He stared at your lips intently before leaning in and kissing you hungrily.

“Skirt off. Now.”, he commanded.

You obeyed him, wary of the punishment if you disobeyed. You stared at him doe-eyed, awaiting his next actions. He bit his lip before kissing you once more, leaving you out of breath. He took off your shirt and smirked as he attacked your neck and collarbone, sucking and biting at the sweet spots. The pain and the pleasure made you moan as you tugged at his hair, needing more contact.

You bit your lip as his hand reached where you needed him most. He took off your panties and started massaging your clit as you yelped in pleasure.

“Already so wet for me, baby”, he whispered in your ear.

Without a warning, he slipped two of his slender fingers into you. He started pumping them faster and just when you were about to come, he took them out, making you groan out in frustration. He leaned into you and asked: “How does that feel (Y/N), frustrated enough yet?”

Satisfied with himself, he decided to let you come and resumed, slipping three fingers into you this time. It didn’t take long before you felt the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Come for me, baby.”

His hoarse voice took you over the edge as you came all over his fingers. He licked your juices off them before tossing you your clothes. You got dressed and waited for him to say something.

“My office, same time tomorrow. Don’t be late for once, gorgeous.”

He kissed you once more, squeezing your butt in the process. He broke the kiss and smirked before opening the door for you. You were sure you saw him wink at you before closing the door. ________________________________________ If you have any requests, feel free to share them it would be my pleasure to help my fellow ahgases💛

anonymous asked:

I've read your post regarding fandom's entitlement and two things I am wondering. First, would you say creators of continuation of already existing fiction are obligated, at least to some extent to stay true to the creative visions of previous creators? Second, does this mean we shouldn't criticize anything? I mean, there is a difference between complaining the work is doing something I don't want and the work doing something I believe is bad writing.

Sorry it’s taken me so long to respond, Anon.  But these are interesting questions that I do want to answer -

First, would you say creators of continuation of already existing fiction are obligated, at least to some extent to stay true to the creative visions of previous creators?

This is a hard question to answer with an absolute yes or no.  Are you talking about the continuation carried on by the original creator?  In that case, the creator has absolute freedom to take the work wherever he/she wants, as there’s no one else to say what the “true” vision is.  Whatever that person creates, that is the “true” vision.  It’s coming from their head and heart.  They get the final say.

If it’s a professional continuation (for pay and for the original studio/publisher/network etc), there is an obligation to “play within the lines” so to speak; Studios/publishers/etc pay continuing creators to keep their audience and therefore to keep their profits.  Going outside those parameters can be disastrous - David Fincher’s Alien 3 is a prime example.  He didn’t “have” to stay within the original story, but his going too far off the mark destroyed audience loyalty and the movie tanked.  He didn’t get to make another one.

If it’s a fan work, all bets are off.  Think of the criticisms of “out of character”; even in the most A of AUs, something needs to be grounded and recognizable as the original work in order to be successful to a reader.  However, if fic writers are obligated to stay true to the original vision, well there goes all your AUs and fix-its and mashups right out the window.  That would mean that the only fic allowed would be proper “in-canon” works - and you know how well writers would follow that directive (hint: they won’t.)

So unless it’s the original creator, I would say that there does need to be a connection to the original work.  It doesn’t have to be entirely “true”, but it should connect to the original to some degree.

Second, does this mean we shouldn’t criticize anything?

Absolutely not.  One of the joys/purposes of creative works is to discuss it and tear it apart and find what you like and don’t like about it.  To share with others your views and your emotional reactions and to hear theirs in return and to compare and contrast and figure out where you land with the work.  But the purpose of critique is for yourself, and to make others aware of the work whether for recommendation or warning.  The creator is welcome to listen to the critiques and choose to apply those ideas to the next work, but they’re not obligated to.  If their goal is mass commercial success, then they’re smart to listen to the audience.  If their goal is personal fulfillment, they’re not going to give a fuck what you think.

There are many instances where creators changed the content of their works in response to fans’ criticism.  Tolkien asked for input from a number of people for Lord of the Rings, asking for criticism & feedback.  But ultimately he was the one who decided what to use and what to ignore of that feedback.  Raymond Feist retconned some of his Riftwar Saga in response to readers pointing out inconsistencies, and to beef out the plotlines when the books took off so he could add more novels to the series.  But the authors chose to do that; ultimately the final work rests with the authors. 

As this applies to Moffat and Gatiss and the Sherlock series: Moffat & Gatiss can and did do whatever the fuck they wanted with the storyline of their series.  That is entirely their right.  The viewers who either loved it or were extremely pissed off raised their voices and let their pleasure/disappointment be known.  That is entirely their right.  But that’s where the interchange ends.  If Moffat/Gatiss choose to ignore the criticism and keep making the show they want, they can.  If the viewers want to stop watching the show because of this, they can.  Viewers do not have the right to demand the creators give them a different show.  They absolutely do not have the right to wage campaigns of harassment and abuse. 

There’s a difference between criticism and entitlement.  “I don’t like this” is entirely acceptable; “you need to make it this way” is crossing the line.  It doesn’t matter if you think “it’s bad writing”, the audience doesn’t get to tell the creator what to do.  Unless you’re purchasing a direct commission.  That’s the only time you have any level of creative control (and even that is up for negotiation.)

Essentially the bottom line is that the creator ultimately has the power.  The audience is not in control of someone else’s work.  The audience’s only power is in where they direct their attention. 

Anything for the Bakkoush siblings

Biology, and science in general, is very interesting to Sana. She likes learning how organisms work, she likes learning about the reasons why processes, things and begins are the way they are. She likes learning all that because it helps her make sense of the bigger picture. Sana loves that but what she doesn’t love is the pile of homework her Biology teacher always gives the class. Essays to write, experiments to do and pages over pages to read. Sana wonders if her biology teacher doesn’t know that she, and every other student, has other subjects to do work for.

Staring at her laptop she sighs and closes it. Sana thought having the house completely to herself, silent, would help her concentrate. Actually, it did. But she has been sitting at the kitchen table, completing task after task, for about three hours now. It’s about time to take a break. Her brain needs a rest. She gets up, stretches and walks over to the window to open it. Her mother had closed it before she left three and a half hours ago because she didn’t want Sana to get cold. The problem: the lack of fresh air gives Sana a headache and she was so invested in her work that she didn’t even realize it at first. Her eyes wander down the street, as far as she can look from her spot at the window. Now that she doesn’t drown in school work, her thoughts promptly go back to that one thing she can’t stop thinking about. Or better said, that one person. Especially the absence of noise, usually produced by Elias’ friends, reminds her of him. Pretty much every Saturday, for too long to remember when it started, her older brother and his friends spend their day here. Even before they started that whole YouTube thing.

The absence of noise helped her study better but when she’s not doing that, there is nothing to distract her from her thoughts about Yousef. Spending an entire evening with him, just talking and with that getting to know him more… The way they teased each other first, but then could talk about such an important topic to her and obviously to him too and how effortless the transition was. Yousef listened to her and she listened to him. None of them was judging the other even when they were of so opposing opinions. Sana doesn’t have conversations like that with many people; she barely ever has conversations like that with anyone. So her inability to stop thinking about him is partly due to yesterday evening.

While Sana is still deep in thoughts, contemplating how to deal with her situation and weighing the options in her head, the doorbell rings. Elias has probably forgotten his keys. He left in a bad mood after arguing with their mother and his keys probably weren’t the most important thing on his mind. Sana still wants and needs to talk to him but she also knows it’s better to give him space first.

Lazily she walks to the door and rubs her eye. One of the ups of not wearing make-up. All that studying has exhausted her.

Opening the door, Sana is greeted with a familiar face but not that of her brother.

“Hey.”, he says at the same time she does. Sana didn’t expect Yousef. He’s only here when her brother is.

“From the surprised look I assume that Elias didn’t tell you I’d be coming over?”, Yousef asks, a small smile on his lips, his eyes trained on Sana.

To recollect her thoughts she shakes her head and stands up a little straighter. Yousef is still standing outside, just standing there with his hands in the pockets of his black jacket. The one he wore yesterday too. “No,..”, Sana begins and is very aware of Yousef’s eyes on her. “He doesn’t need to tell me that.” Sana notices Yousef smile getting a little bit bigger and tries not to smile too much herself. “But Elias is not home.”, she concludes.

Apparently Yousef didn’t know. He wouldn’t be here if he did but his eyebrows shoot up in confusion.

“Oh, he texted me this morning to come over around 5 so I thought he’d be here.”, Yousef explains. Well, it was not up to Elias if he could spend the day at home.

Sana thinks about it for a second, in which Yousef presses his lips together and waits. When they talk, he never pushes her. He doesn’t make her feel like she has to be a certain way or act a certain way. Sana tells him:“Eh.. Mom was kind of mad at him for spending the night out and not telling her where he was.. so she made him go run every possible errand.”

Sana thinks that Yousef should know this because he was the one to save Elias from a bigger catastrophe and called Sana to find a solution. Sana still doesn’t know why Elias got drunk that bad and that so early but they haven’t had a chance to properly talk. Yousef looks worried for a second. Eyebrows furrowed, he bites his lip in concentration. Sana cannot help but to notice it and get distracted for a millisecond.

Yousef starts talking and Sana quickly averts her eyes. She hopes that he didn’t notice. Usually Sana is able to focus, not let herself get distracted but when it comes to Yousef, it’s a little different.

“O god, how did it go this morning? I only talked shortly to Elias. He only told me that he’s going home and to meet him here later.”, Yousef rambles. He has his right hand at his neck and his gaze is fixated on Sana. Never looking away.

Sana doesn’t know how much Yousef tries to look at her without her or anyone catching it. Yousef isn’t sure how successful his attempts were because he assumes Elias kind of suspects something but he can’t help it. As soon as Sana walks into the same room as him, his eyes find her immediately. She is beautiful, everybody knows that. With her make-up and without it, like right now. As Sana opened the door, Yousef directly noticed the difference. Usually, Sana wears dark make up, it’s part of the tough-girl facade she has built up for herself. Sure, she is tough. But at the same time, she can be so innocent and cute. And Yousef likes her either way. More than he should, she is his best friend’s little sister. But at this point, it’s too late. He knows that he won’t ever be able to see Sana as just his best friend’s sister.

Even when he’s always reminded of it. The topic of their conversation is Elias after all. Yousef realizes that he was so deep in thoughts, that he probably looked her in the eyes a little too long. No, Sana is looking at him like she was yesterday. Smiling but trying to contain it. Always trying to be in control of everything. But once in a while she forgets that, like right now. The longer they stand there, the bigger her smile gets. Her dimples show and Yousef feels the need to cup her cheek but refrains. He knows his limits, her boundaries.

Someone, one of the neighbors, slams their door which makes both Sana and Yousef jump. This bursts the small bubble they were in. They always seemed to be in, when they look at each other like this, expressing more with their eyes than with their words.

Again, Sana lightly shakes her head. That is something Yousef has seen more than once and she clears her throat.

“Mom..”, Sana starts talking and Yousef blinks a few times to concentrate on her words, “.. interrogated him and asked where he was and such. You can imagine.” Yousef nods, which Sana shortly mimics. It makes Yousef smile but Sana looks worried and the small smile on his lips vanishes.

Sana looks up at him again and hesitates a little, before finally saying:“He said he was at your house.” Yousef nods again. He assumed that that would be the excuse and is fine with it. “But mom said she saw you outside… with me.”

Unsure what he is supposed to say to that, Yousef waits. Yesterday, he couldn’t care less that Sana’s mother interrupted them. He would’ve loved talking to her longer but the day they spend together was more than he had imagined for him and Sana. Especially, after his confession and her reaction being not talking to him for a week. Yousef understood, didn’t like it, but understood. That she felt so comfortable around him yesterday made him happier than he wanted to admit to himself.

Sana smiles. It’s barely there. But it’s enough for Yousef to notice. “I just wanted to tell you. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of Elias and I.”, she thinks for a second, “In more trouble than you already got because of us.” The faintest smile on her lips is gone now, Sana frowns and Yousef’s hand itches to reach out and straighten that worry line in between her eyebrows.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”, Yousef says and smiles at Sana. She is back to avoiding his eyes and instinctively he tries to make their eyes meet. “Hey.”, he says smiling and hoping that she’d do the same. She looks at him again and irks an eyebrow at him. She presses her lips together and Yousef knows it’s because she tries not to give away too much of what she feels. Yousef waits a few seconds, in which Sana and he look at each other. It’s innocent and playful at the same time.

Finally, when she looks him in the eyes, Yousef says:“Anything for the Bakkoush siblings.”

Sana laughs a little at that. Yousef can’t help but grin at that. Making Sana smile is one of his favorite things. She’s always so tough, breaking that facade for even a second is pretty satisfying to Yousef.

“Hmm.”, is all Sana says at first, smiling and with her eyebrows raised.

“Hmm.”, Yousef mimics her and also raises his eyebrows.

“Anything, hm?”, Sana asks smiling widely. Her dimples make an appearance and Yousef looks at them and back into Sana’s eyes.

Yousef nods, his smile almost too wide to fit on his face:“Anything.”

If somebody didn’t close another door loudly, Sana and Yousef would have been standing there, smiling at each other for who knows how long. Again, they both jump at the loud sound and turn around at the same time, when Elias says:“Hey.”

He was the one that closed the main door and walks up the stairs. He stops next to Yousef who is still standing in the hallway outside of the apartment. Yousef didn’t even notice nor care about that.

“Why are you standing at the door?”, Elias asks and looks from his little sister to his best friend. Elias has too many bags in his hands to carry and Yousef and Sana go to take some from him at the same time. Elias smiles tiredly at both.

Sana answers:“Yousef came by like you two talked about.” Elias nods, Yousef observes the looks between the siblings and smiles to himself. Even if everything goes wrong, Sana has Elias and Elias has Sana.

Now, Sana opens the door more and lets the two boys in. Yousef smiles at her while passing her and then going straight to the kitchen to put down the bags.

Yes, he’ll do anything for the Bakkoush siblings. For Sana, he’ll stand at the door as long as necessary if it means that she is comfortable and he can talk to her.

anonymous asked:

In regards to the official handbook & Lauren/Santos' interview the one thing people have to understand is they don't OWN Voltron. Voltron is an intellectual property (an IP) that's owned by Dreamworks. Which means DW is the one that gets final say in all things. Which is why we'll never see a same-sex relationship on the show no matter how much any shipping base yells at the crew. It's not their decision ultimately. [cont]

Its different from Korra or Avatar b/c Brkye owned the IP & Nick just distributed it, owned media & toy rights, etc. It’s also why they can publish through Dark Horse & make it as queer as the current comics are. They own that IP and Dark Horse distributes & publishes their comics. With the current Volt comics the ultimate decision on what gets published in said comics is DW *not* the producers/writers/etc of the show. This counts for merch including the guidebook. [cont]

The current showrunners of Volt made a pitch, DW accepted that pitch, they may own part of it, but ultimately DW owns Voltron as an IP. So the guidebook ages are canon b/c even if the showrunners didn’t have input they’re not the final say in regards to merch DW is. They own Voltron. If people really want to make change within the show they should talk to DW lol but that’s not gonna happen. Its easier to look at the smaller ppl apart of a property instead of the larger corp [cont].

It’s like the recent Star Wars film troubles. A director & screenwriter go in & made a pitch for a Han Solo script/film but ultimately Kathreen K (who’s in charge of the SWU as it stands) gets final say on everything b/c she’s in charge of the universe as put there by Disney who owns SW as an IP. The Volt staff can’t make Kl@nce canon b/c 1. these seasons are done MONTHS in advance & animated overseas. Scripts are written months in advance, then sent to animation b/c deadlines [cont]

S5 is probably either done or near done as we speak. Considering DW and Netflix upped the season numbers each year to last throughout the year S6 is probably near completion as well w/ S7 & 8 being worked on final scripts now. No amount of fan fights or hashtags or questions at cons is going to change what’s already been animated. They could change things that are going to happen in 7 & 8 but what’s going to happen in S5/6 is written in stone already.

This is a very good post! Though I disagree with you that we’ll never see a same sex relationship. Companies are becoming more progressive on that front - in Dreamwork’s HTTYD Gobber is gay - though it’s not really given a lot of explicit attention. While we may not ever get anything extremely explicit like kissing, especially since this is a Y7 show, we could get something along the lines of the other cartoons that have had LGBT content like Korra, Adventure Time, and Steven Universe. There is never any same sex kissing in these cartoons but the romantic overtones between the same sex characters are obvious enough to older audiences.

That’s honestly what I’ve always expected from the show, and I’m pretty sure it’s what we will get. The relationship between Shiro and Keith already fits in this area pretty well which is why I have some hopes of canon, but it’s still ambiguous and could go either way. We’ve already seen Keith’s relationship with his usual set up love interest, Allura, and it doesn’t read as romantic on his part at all. We’ll have to wait and see what happens with Shiro after Romelle is introduced. If Shiro ends up seeming as uninterested in her as Keith is in Allura well… I think it would be a pretty big rainbow flag haha.

Canon is a flimsy thing. If we’re to take any official license merch as always canon then yes we’ve got final canon ages. If we only consider the actual show itself to be canon, then it’s still ambiguous. Honestly people should just stop caring about it at this point. And making Keith 18 seems like a deliberate choice considering he is older than Lance & Hunk, I don’t think that got pulled out of nowhere. Either he was always meant to be 18, which makes sense in the story because he was living on his own, or there was some decision made internally to make him 18. People just really need to accept it at this point, and they also need to stop saying the rest of them are 16 only Jeremy mentioned that age ONCE afaik, that isn’t late teens, they are 17 at the least and very likely all 18+ within the series now as a year has had to of past at this point looking at all the clues in the series. But the age discourse is never going to die because these kids don’t actually care about their moral crusade they just want to bully.

It’s a very good thing that animation works so far ahead in production haha. I think also because this is a netflix show, they have to work so far in advance since the episodes all drop at once. Normally, animation production is only 1 or 2 years ahead of whats airing. For Voltron, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were 4 at the least, they are probably writing the final seasons of the series right now like you mentioned.

And I HOPE that they NEVER listen to this horribly dumb fandom lol. Can you imagine? This fandom never has any good ideas. Fandom Voltron would be flawless mary sue black paladin Allura or Lance, with Keith as useless barely functioning arm candy for Lance with their romance plot taking center stage, Shiro gets put in a mental hospital because space dads brains are too scrambled to be around anyone, and the only good thing about fandom voltron is that every other episode would be a Hunk episode. But even that wouldn’t be enough to salvage it…

Maybe I read too much into their body language and posts, but I feel pretty confident that Montgomery and Dos Santos probably feel disdain for a large portion of the VLD fandom lol. But they’re no stranger to annoying fandoms, ATLA was likely tiring at times as well. In the end they’re telling the story they want to tell and probably don’t place as much importance in what their older audience thinks as much as their target demographic - actual 6-11 yr old kids. That’s not to say they completely disregard older fans, but that our opinion only matters for so much and as long as the kids are buying toys and bringing in the ratings they’re happy.

anonymous asked:

I see posts about 13 reasons why everywhere but I don't think I can watch this show. I heard that it's pretty depressing (I mean the topic obviously is) & also very graphic? Some people say it glorifies suicide & others say it's an important show because it actually talks about this topic and shows reasons. I'm not really sure if I can watch it, I usually don't really like shows that are too sad because...well, life is sometimes sad enough, if that makes sense? What's your opinion on the show?

disclaimer: i don’t often talk about this, but since it’s relevant to this discussion, i should preface by saying that i was suicidal when i was a teenager. i was hospitalized and have been treated on/off for depression since. however, i’m not a mental health professional. 

also, this is a graphic discussion and has lots of spoilers. 

also also, i structured it numerically so it would be easier to read because it was feeling like a big blob of text. 



1. it’s graphic

though only for a couple of scenes throughout the series. there are rape scenes and they show the suicide scene, the latter of which i was shocked and kind of disgusted by. 

it sounds to me like you probably shouldn’t watch this show because it is heavy and when i finished it i needed to take an hour long shower to emotionally wash it off me. i made it all the way through the series because it is compellingly structured, but afterwards felt kind of sickened by it.  

2. the book’s context

i mean, for one, the book is written by a man. and it’s a book written by a man about a teenage girl’s suicide as a result of slut shaming, bullying, and sexual assault—this topic is so personal to so many women that i am uncomfortable with the fact that a guy wrote it. that’s very invasive to me. but i haven’t read the book, so that’s about all i can speak to on that front. 

3. it encourages depressive thinking

first and foremost, most mental health experts agree that following a suicide, the thing not to do is to publish the suicide note or give it too much public attention. the show broke pretty much every rule that most experts agree on. 

and it’s not like the main character is searching for a manic pixie dead girl per se, but i think the show does glorify suicide in a certain way. when you’re suicidal, there’s often this voice of darkness that likes to whisper “you’ll show them by dying” or “they’ll only appreciate you when you’re dead and that’ll make them see” that kind of stuff. 

so when a series is centered around the aftermath of a suicide and the entire premise is death to make people realize how they’ve mistreated someone, i honestly could see how a depressed person might only take away encouragement that the best way to make people understand is to do something drastic…especially because at the end of the show (spoilers!) there is the implication of another suicide.

more or less, the series is trying to explain the warning signs of depression and suicidal behavior, and it partially does so by introducing a character who is on the grips of it himself. i saw it immediately, but none of the other characters did, including the one who claims to have the moral high ground about accountability. 

4. really encourages it

so the show ends with another suicide attempt, to say…what, exactly? this whole show is about teenage depression, how to spot it, and how to help people before it’s too late….and then twist! it happens again and no one sees it coming yet again! 

that kind of conclusion is so hopeless, especially after one has watched 13 hours of intense emotional anguish played out, not to mention feels more like shock value than a decision made for poignancy. how would that help someone who is depressed? 

they get to the end of the show and the cycle starts all over again. that is literally one of the biggest fears of most people with depression: that their cycle of self-loathing and/or mistreatment, etc, will never end. they can’t see a way out of it and when a show about depression/suicide reinforces that, it’s pretty fucked up. 

5. sensationalizing tragedy 

the series is also framed as a ~mystery which yes, conceptually suicide generally is something of a mystery to those who are left behind, but the show is written closer to a true crime show than anything, and therein lies the sensationalizing. 

6. not about mental health issues even though that’s what suicide is 

it even introduces intense hallucinations within the main character, clay, and veers into intense dissociative mental illness, but never once revisits it after treating it like some big thing clay needs to get over. it felt more like an aesthetic decision rather than a conscious choice to introduce actually mental illnesses. 

but to the point of hannah, 13 reasons why is about bullying, slut shaming, and sexism and while that’s an important narrative to explore, it doesn’t give any time to depression. 

tbh, speaking personally again, i don’t feel like the writers of the show really wrote depression properly at all. i think the character of alex standall, who (spoiler!) attempts suicide at the end of the show, comes closer to portraying what depression looks like more than hannah. 

depression is sitting on the floor of the shower and sobbing. depression is the inability to get out of bed. depression is losing any interest in relationships, including one with yourself. it’s not taking care of your appearance. it’s a loss of appetite. it’s an increasing sense of deeply pervasive, reality contorting apathy, on the darkest level. 

not everyone is publicly symptomatic, but the show makes an attempt to really get into hannah’s perspective and it needed to show some of her own warring in private, not just the way she was treated by others. 

of course, depression might look and feel differently to individuals, and i can’t speak for any experience beyond my own….but i can’t think of a single time that the word “depression” ever used. that’s also why it felt like a sensationalization, and not actually an exploration of mental health issues in teenagers. 

but don’t just take my word for it. related article readings: 

Behind the scenes of this livetext: Mycroft gets a new phone and identifies Iago via haiku; Iago sees Hamilton; "Pride and Prejudice but in Starfleet" becomes a thing; Iago quits their job; SO MANY PUNS; and it turns out that Mycroft has never finished Avatar: the Last Airbender. A year in the making (I'm not even fucking kidding), I present you with: Iago Reads Wizards At War (lightly edited for ease of reading)
  • Mycroft: Better start bracing yourself for book 8 now
  • Iago: Oh sweet Jesus
  • Mycroft: There, no you can't say I didn't warn you
  • Iago: But you /know/ it's funnier when I get to threaten you with gruesome death!
  • Iago: Are you ready for this?
  • Iago: ...one of the chapter titles is "Acceptable Losses". /I/ am not ready for this.
  • Iago: Nita needs a vacation from her vacation. Nita sweetie...
  • Iago: "Neets, is it true he destroyed a whole alien culture in just ten days?" Carmela Rodriguez is my Patronus
  • Mycroft: Right?
  • Mycroft: She just keeps getting better
  • Iago: Roll call at the Callahan home: "three humans, one humanoid, one tree, and one giant bug" and I'm quietly cackling in public
  • Iago: "The centipede pointed a couple spare eyes at the Christmas tree." Taken out of context, I think that may be the most bizarre sentence I've ever read. In context, it makes perfect sense. I don't know which amuses me more.
  • Mycroft: Yesssss
  • Iago: "But her mom had loved those lilacs, and wouldn't be seeing them again." OKAY OW
  • Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus
  • Iago: You weren't wrong.
  • Iago: And I wasn't prepared.
  • Mycroft: So not prepared
  • Mycroft: What's that in response to specifically?
  • Iago: Basically the entire series of events leading to Kit and Nita becoming Seniors
  • Mycroft: BASICALLY
  • Mycroft: IT'S ALL GONE TO SHIT
  • Iago: Descriptions of wizardries in action never fail to be beautiful
  • Iago: "The changes in the structure of space then start affecting the thought processes and reactions of all living beings in the area. Their behavior will start to become less and less rational...less committed to Life."
  • Mycroft: Oh you have no idea
  • Iago: God help my soul
  • Mycroft: So yes, welcome to Tom's Wizardly PowerPoint of universal doom
  • Iago: I should just go see Moana again. It's far less depressing
  • Iago: "Uh-oh". Now Nita's getting in on it
  • Mycroft: Indeed
  • Iago: Looks like Nita's playing "fake it 'til you make it"
  • Iago: I don't know if that's good or bad, to be honest
  • Mycroft: Fairly characteristic tho
  • Iago: True
  • Iago: "...yet another lollipop sticking out of his face." That is the greatest description of someone with a sucker in their mouth that I've ever witnessed
  • Mycroft: Roshaun and his lollipop addiction
  • Mycroft: The real OTP
  • Iago: *chokes* oh my gOD
  • Iago: Sker'ret just called Nita "Senior". I think both Nita and I had a quick internal freak-out
  • Mycroft: ;__;
  • Iago: "The universe has started expanding too fast, and we have to stop it before it tears itself apart."
  • "Um. Okay, I see why you might need a few extra days off for that."
  • *slightly hysterical laughter*
  • Mycroft: Same
  • Iago: "Two weeks to save the universe". Sounds like an album title
  • Mycroft: I'd listen to it
  • Iago: "What /is/ grenfelzing, exactly?"
  • "It's kind of like emmfozing, but with chocolate."
  • Have I ever mentioned that I both hate and love your ability to quote these goddamn books at me when I ask questions?
  • Mycroft: I can't recall, but I'm glad to hear it
  • Mycroft: Also I mean that's the only canon explanation so really, what else could I say
  • Iago: But you quoted it /word for word/
  • Mycroft: Admittedly, that was at least partially For The Meme
  • Iago: I'll allow it
  • Iago: "...a brief, profound case of amnesia. They'd instantly forgotten why they were there" sounds like my life
  • Iago: Oh my god what is Spot doing with the TV
  • Iago: *whispers* How bad is it that my mind is currently in the gutter
  • Mycroft: Dataaaaaa
  • Mycroft: It's certainly something
  • Iago: "But most of the aliens are here for the cocoa plants." Well, I can't exactly blame them...
  • Iago: Carmela Rodriguez remains a gift
  • Iago: Oh god Ronan's back
  • Mycroft: Yessssss Carmela and Ronan
  • Mycroft: A dangerous combination
  • Iago: Ronan keeps the Spear in a pen
  • Iago: *checks date published*
  • Iago: Feels a bit Percy Jackson to me
  • Iago: Carmela has the insta-hots for Ronan. This is gonna be fun
  • Iago: "The fucking heir of an almighty something or other" is still a really good description for Roshaun. In case you were wondering if I had warmed up to him any more
  • Iago: WHALE
  • Iago: Whale On The Moon is the name of my new techno jazz band
  • Mycroft: Can I join?
  • Mycroft: I'll learn any new instrument you need
  • Iago: ...having thought about it, I'm legitimately not certain what instruments would be /played/ in a techno jazz band. So, I mean, if you want to learn the synthesizer...
  • Iago: Young Wizards book 8 alternate title: Wizards' Reunion
  • Iago: Lots of air quotes going on right now
  • Iago: ....I want Darryl's manual
  • Iago: "Where's your adjunct talent?"
  • "Playing with rocks, as usual."
  • Okay now I really want a puppy
  • Iago: "Twychild". Have I mentioned lately that the worldbuilding in these books gives me a case of the warm fuzzies?
  • Mycroft: Yesssss Tuyet and Nguyet
  • Iago: *whispers* Why is there a thought-voice talking in second-person in Kit's head
  • Iago: The description of Roshaun's living space send help
  • Iago: "A three-way collision between an antique furniture warehouse, a jewelry story, and a Gothic cathedral carved and decorated by the artistically insane."
  • Iago: So my brain has given Roshaun's father the voice of Mark Hamill.
  • Iago: There's a decent chance I'm going to just call him the Phoenix King
  • Iago: "Speaking truth to power is never 'out'." DAIRINE REMAINS GOD
  • Iago: (Also if I ever go to a protest I'm putting that on my sign.)
  • Mycroft: Yessss do it
  • Mycroft: And which kind of Mark Hamill are we talking here: Skywalker, Firelord or Joker?
  • Iago: Firelord. Thus the Phoenix King comment
  • Iago: Oh my god Dairine in the face of implications that she and Roshaun are ~involved~
  • Mycroft: Blessss
  • Iago: "You tell those people that they are completely nuts!"
  • Iago: Did...did Roshaun just /whine/ at his mother?
  • Mycroft: Yes
  • Mycroft: Not so dignified now
  • Iago: *falls off the table in laughter*
  • Iago: Oh god is Roshaun developing a Thing for Dairine
  • Mycroft: Bless
  • Iago: This is my favorite game
  • Mycroft: I know a fair few YW fans who have a particular talent for it
  • Iago: I have a list. I use them in my stories for bands my characters like
  • Mycroft: Most excellent
  • Iago: Ponch wants blue food
  • Mycroft: As do we all
  • Iago: I /could/ go for some blue Jolly Ranchers
  • Iago: Ponch, to Ronan: "You two just talk among yourselves."
  • Dog sass is best sass
  • Iago: "It's math, Kit, but not as we know it."
  • Iago: I'm going to go curl up in a corner and cry with laughter now
  • Mycroft: Yup
  • Mycroft: What a nerd, right
  • Iago: Pot, kettle
  • Iago: Oh shit Sker'ret is having a fight with his parent
  • Iago: ...I currently have a desire to cuddle what amounts to a giant centipede. What have you done to me
  • Mycroft: The magic of Young Wizards
  • Iago: That was terrible
  • Iago: But, then again, I love terrible
  • Iago: Okay so the description of dark matter
  • Mycroft: Yes?
  • Iago: I feel like I have something crawling around under my skin
  • Mycroft: It's unsettling, isn't it
  • Mycroft: That gets worse
  • Iago: Oh god
  • Iago: "Nita for the first time actually saw someone else look out of Ronan's eyes. The expression was one of recognition coupled with a very controlled anger. The one who looked out had seen something like this before."
  • Oh. Shit. Oh /shit/.
  • Mycroft: Yessssss
  • Mycroft: Shit just got real
  • Iago: I am not prepared for this
  • Mycroft: Correct
  • Iago: GIGO
  • Mycroft: :D
  • Iago: "For transits like this, we temporarily rewrite the kernel that manages local gravity and mass in our solar system. It's no big deal."
  • oh my gOD
  • Iago: They are actually Dairine's children
  • Mycroft: They've been busy since we last saw them
  • Mycroft: And it's awesome
  • Iago: "A world of true computer wizards" get the fuck out
  • Iago: They're actually calling her Mother s e n d h e l p
  • Mycroft: RIGHT
  • Iago: I'm not crying you're crying
  • Mycroft: I'm not crying I'm eating a quaesadilla
  • Mycroft: The crying one must be you
  • Iago: Well I can't see to tell you so who knows
  • Iago: "Guys," [Dairine] said after a moment, "you make me proud."
  • "That is our other purpose," Beanpole said. "Our first one."
  • Iago: I A M D E A D
  • Mycroft: I knowwww
  • Iago: "Life's all the time sending /me/ messages I can't read." [Dairine] flicked just a second's glance at Roshaun, who she was starting to think was yet another of those messages.
  • Iago: Oh lordy
  • Iago: Oh god above send help
  • Iago: Spot's becoming less of a machine, more alive. I don't know if I'm in support of this change
  • Mycroft: Everyone needs upgrades now and then :P
  • Iago: I don't like change
  • Iago: I kind of adore the mobiles all bowing to Dairine
  • Iago: Roshaun raised his eyebrows and produced another lollipop, which he held out to her.
  • "How many of those things do you have?" Dairine said.
  • "Not nearly enough," Roshaun said.
  • Iago: Please excuse me while I go laugh myself sick
  • Mycroft: Roshaun has his priorities in order
  • Mycroft: There was always a jar of lollipops on hand at CrossingsCon in his honor
  • Iago: Perfect
  • Iago: "I'll give you a dysfunction where you'll have trouble finding it again."
  • Totally stealing that don't even care
  • Mycroft: Excellent
  • Iago: "I may be a mother, but you are /mine/."
  • Maybe I didn't take enough time to recover after finishing The Slow Regard of Silent Things I'm going to go collapse in an emotional heap
  • Mycroft: So many Dairine feels, I knowww
  • Iago: "Enthusiasmic incorporation of the Hesper--"
  • What? What?! What does it say? What does it mean? I NEED TO KNOW
  • Mycroft: [rubs hands together; evil laughter] I'M SAYING NOTHING
  • Iago: Oh god is time moving faster on Metemne
  • Mycroft: MAYBE
  • Iago: Oh fuck it's relativity isn't it. Because they're near the source of the dark matter, they're moving faster than the rest of the Universe
  • Mycroft: Very possible
  • Iago: Oh no. Introduction of Della Cantrell and MY EMOTIONS CAN'T TAKE THIS HALP
  • Mycroft: Oh boy
  • Iago: Nita's phone call to her dad. Direct hit to the feels.
  • Mycroft: Harry Callahan is such a good dad
  • Iago: That is part of why it hurts so much
  • Iago: "Nita, could you please get off me before we accidentally become more than just good friends?"
  • *cackles maniacally*
  • Mycroft: BEST
  • Mycroft: Wait what
  • Mycroft: Remind me of the context for that
  • Iago: On Rashah. The creatures destroying the trees are almond-shaped and have eight legs. Almond spiders
  • Mycroft: Oh ok that's what I figured
  • Mycroft: WHY NOT
  • Iago: "They've been fighting each other, on and off, for /millions/ of years?"
  • "They must be really enjoying it, to keep the war going so long."
  • Sker'ret is so great
  • Mycroft: Rashah is not exactly a great vacation destination, that's for sure
  • Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus the almond spiders are a remnant after an atomic holocaust I need a drink
  • Iago: And...they're all avatars...of the Lone Wanker. Better make that two drinks.
  • Mycroft: ENJOY YOUR STAY
  • Iago: Where is Nita's dad
  • Iago: I am Concerned
  • Iago: Also
  • Iago: I will never get tired of the "check your spelling" joke
  • Mycroft: Same
  • Iago: "Words had just failed Dairine." Gods above have mercy on us all
  • Mycroft: I appreciate that the narration pauses to note how unthinkable that is
  • Iago: Also, a "bright" version of the Lone Power
  • Iago: What does that mean
  • Iago: Why is bright in quotes
  • Mycroft: To indicate it's kind of a rough description of a more complex subject, mostly
  • Iago: But does it mean that we're getting a version of the Lone Power that's more on the good side or a version that's worse than usual
  • Mycroft: There's more explanation later, but basically picture the LP's non-evil twin
  • Mycroft: Like its opposite, basically
  • Iago: I thought /you/ were refusing to give spoilers
  • Mycroft: Meh, I saw that as more clarification on what you already read, ymmv
  • Mycroft: But stay tuned
  • Iago: Well obviously
  • Iago: Nita doesn't like shooting people who are shooting at her
  • Mycroft: Krakens don't count but I don't think they were as sentient
  • Iago: "I'm a wizard, not an engineer" goddammit /again/?!
  • Mycroft: Yesss
  • Iago: I shall take myself off to the laughing corner
  • Iago: Oh god self-destruct at the Crossings
  • Mycroft: Kind of a terrifying prospect
  • Iago: Nita just blew up a giant gun
  • Mycroft: Yesss
  • Iago: "High-fiving a giant centipede can take a while."
  • Up next on Winning Understatements....
  • Mycroft: That is so fun to picture
  • Iago: I know!
  • Iago: "I don't wear socks."
  • "Just as well. You'd bankrupt yourself."
  • That is /also/ fun to picture
  • Mycroft: As an antidote to the tense battle scene, have a bunch of centipede leg jokes
  • Iago: Pretty much
  • Iago: Wait
  • Iago: /Carmela/?!
  • Mycroft: Hahahaha yesss
  • Iago: What
  • Iago: WHAT
  • Iago: Okay, Sker'ret just /swallowed/ the self-destruct panel
  • Mycroft: He's got a talent for that kind of thing
  • Iago: Which, I mean, okay, great way to not lose it
  • Iago: But
  • Iago: Can't he digest, like, /everything/?
  • Iago: And the self-destruct sequence is still going?
  • Iago: What happens if he takes too long to get the panel back out?
  • Mycroft: Rirhait stomach work in mysterious ways
  • Iago: ...is that the canon explanation or your way of saying "don't think about it too hard"
  • Mycroft: Yes
  • Iago: Why did I let you talk me into this
  • Mycroft: Because it's awesome, come on
  • Iago: Ugh
  • Iago: *quiet noises of agreement*
  • Iago: "So I took steps." CARMELA
  • Iago: (Carmela is the reason I let you talk me into this.)
  • Mycroft: That's the best answer
  • Mycroft: This book is Peak Carmela honestly
  • Iago: *whispers emphatically* Juanita Louise
  • Mycroft: Yessssss
  • Iago: Carmela just referred to Filif as "my favorite Christmas tree" and Carmela is all of us in that moment
  • Mycroft: So true
  • Mycroft: Filif is tree-mendous
  • Iago: I fucking hate you so much right now. :b
  • Mycroft: :D
  • Iago: "We are on errantry, and we greet you."
  • "Not that you particularly /merit/ greeting." Nita pls
  • Mycroft: She's earned the right to some snark, I'd say
  • Iago: Clearly
  • Iago: "You get more honey with flies. Wait a minute, that's not how it goes." CARMELA PLS
  • Mycroft: Oh my god
  • Mycroft: Get ready for another legendary Carmela moment
  • Mycroft: YEAH
  • Mycroft: And now you know why this book made Carmela everyone's favorite
  • Iago: I mean Dairine is always going to be my eternal favorite but yeah Carmela's a close second
  • Mycroft: Relatable
  • Iago: Oh my god now she's threatening to /eat/ the chocolate right in front of them I'm crying
  • Mycroft: I KNOW RIGHT
  • Iago: Ponch the almond spider is trying to catch his non-existent tail
  • Mycroft: Omfg I forgot about that
  • Iago: It's a hilarious picture
  • Iago: I think I just witnessed a cult gathering
  • Iago: "You let me worry about this planet, and I'll let you worry about all the others." HARRY CALLAHAN IS BEST DAD
  • Mycroft: THE VERY BEST
  • Iago: NO
  • Mycroft: And also Nita
  • Iago: S E N D H E L P
  • Iago: Wait are Rirhait mostly purple
  • Iago: Because if yes than they are my new favorites
  • Mycroft: They also come in blue, green, and pink, but yeah
  • Mycroft: I'm pretty sure Sker'ret in particular is purple
  • Iago: Well I saw that but the book makes a point to say that there are a /lot/ of shades of purple and I fucking love purple
  • Mycroft: You're in luck, then
  • Iago: "I would never lose my balance. I am a paragon of grace and stability."
  • "Oh, yeah. Who said /that/?"
  • "Roshaun."
  • Someone help me
  • Iago: I cannot
  • Mycroft: Pffft
  • Mycroft: Classic Roshaun
  • Iago: Kit is hiding his eyes from "sex stuff" and I'm laughing
  • Iago: "My dog brings home strays." Kit your dog is a fucking gift
  • Iago: A ducking gift who knows how to work a situation to get dog treats
  • Iago: And...and then he gave the treat to the Yaldiv that he brought home.
  • Iago: Ponch is a good dog.
  • Mycroft: Ponch is a good dog
  • Iago: "What is it with these Callahan women that they're always after yelling at you and giving you grief?"
  • "Not always. Just when it's going to get most on your nerves."
  • Kit just be glad Nita isn't here because she'd sock you
  • Iago: Oh
  • Iago: Oh shit
  • Iago: Just head the story of the dogs' Choice
  • Iago: And
  • Iago: everything is fine
  • Mycroft: E V E R Y T H I N G I S F I N E
  • Iago: "Even when people mean to do good things, bad things happen in the world."
  • "They're happening already. Pretending they're not won't help."
  • Memeki the almond spider is speaking to my soul I'm gonna go start a revolution now
  • Mycroft: Yes please do
  • Mycroft: I'm greatly enjoying your dedication to calling the Yaldiv almond spiders
  • Iago: Also
  • Iago: What does it mean that Memeki was honored by the Great One
  • Iago: Is she pregnant
  • Iago: Is she being nommed from the inside
  • Iago: Oh. Oh shit. What does Memeki mean by "my time"
  • Iago: I mean
  • Iago: She's not currently getting et
  • Iago: But
  • Iago: Eggses
  • Iago: Okay apparently the thing Nita was supposed to bring was /not/ in fact Carmela but rather hEART-WRENCHING MEMORIES OF HER MOTHER'S DEATH
  • Iago: Oh god Carmela is yanking Kit's chain about having found a manual and I'm experiencing emotional whiplash halp
  • Mycroft: Carmela is dedicated to yanking as many chains as possible, the audience's included
  • Iago: *inhuman screeching*
  • Iago: "Oops," said Carmela...and, very slowly, smiled.
  • Mycroft: OOPS
  • Mycroft: The holy grail of Carmela badass
  • Iago: *screams a lot*
  • Iago: *so much screaming*
  • Iago: Oh, now This Bitch is rising from the ashes, because obviously
  • Iago: *snarls a lot*
  • Iago: *basically continuous snarling*
  • Iago: RONAN
  • Iago: R O N A N
  • Iago: *screams forever*
  • Iago: *interrupts eternal screaming for a breath* oh yes Sker'ret is in fact purple *continues screaming*
  • Iago: ROSHAUN
  • Mycroft: ROSHAAAAUN
  • Iago: *still screaming*
  • Iago: P O N C H
  • Iago: *cries forever*
  • Iago: *is also still screaming*
  • Iago: PONCH
  • Mycroft: The dog did the opposite of dying, ultimately
  • Iago: Okay I'm going to go collapse in an emotionally exhausted heap and probably read all of A Wizard of Mars tomorrow. So. Be ready for that.
  • Mycroft: CONGRATS you made it to the last stop on the emotional roller coaster that is Wizards at War
  • Mycroft: You win a free trip to Mars
  • Mycroft: Where definitely nothing will go wrong

anonymous asked:

I'm planning on getting a Lupin manga soon! Any recommendations on where to start? I've heard that many of the episodes come from the manga and I don't want to get a volume which stories I've seen already.


I have had this question a couple of times over the past few days, all from anonymous users. 

I’ll do my best to answer this for you, but I am still yet to read through every one of the Lupin manga’s. It is probably the part of the franchise where my knowledge is weakest. If anybody would like to chime in with their own opinions / information, then please feel free!

There are six different types of Lupin manga. The first series ran in the late sixties and set the foundations for the 1971 TV series. The second series began on June 23rd of 1977 and was akin to the red jacket TV show.

Twenty years later, Lupin and company returned one again, this time with a manga titled Lupin III S. It started its run during the January of 1997.

Lupin III Y came out a year after in 1998, after which six years passed before the series continued with Lupin III M in 2004. Finally, Lupin III H was included as part of the official Lupin magazine in Japan and it ran during 2010 to 2011.

The only series that was not written by Monkey Punch in this list is Lupin III S, which was instead penned by Satosumi Takaguchi.

Let’s take a quick look at all six and I will try to explain in brief what each is about:

Lupin III [The original manga series]:

The first Lupin III comics were written and illustrated by Kazuhiko Katō, best known by his pen name of Monkey Punch. It was published in Weekly Manga Action, a Japanese magazine that featured the Lupin series between 1967 to 1969. The publication also featured other classic mangas such as 009-1, Lone Wolf and Cub and more recently, Crayon Shin-Chan.

If you got into the Lupin series by anything other than the green jacket series, these might not be to your taste. The original manga series is a Marmite affair, you either love it or hate it. The artwork is sketchy to the point of not being able to see who is who and some of the stories can be down right insane.

Lupin and co are very different here, too. Lupin is a bad character, but a smart one. He will get his way by any means necessary. He is a drunk, a sexual predator and a conniving little shit. Fujiko is here too, but her character is not consistent. Originally, the character of Fujiko was a type of bond girl. Each new chapter had a different female icon, although her name was always the same: Fujiko Mine. It wasn’t until later volumes that she became one consistent, reoccurring character.

Jigen isn’t Lupin’s best bud. He’s a mysterious hit man that is likely to shoot Lupin between the eyes if the money is good. Zenigata appears also, but he’s not a by-the-books cop as he is in the series. Zenigata isn’t afraid of using dirty means to get what he wants, something which is very much against his TV equivalent.

Goemon appears later in the manga, although he is very much as he is during the first few episodes of the green jacket show. Goemon wants Lupin’s head on a platter and he will stop at nothing to kill the thief.

This first run of Lupin manga’s was picked up by Tokyopop in the early 2000’s and was released abroad. Since then, the company has been restructured and publication has ceased on all Lupin releases. This means that the manga’s are awfully difficult to come across at a reasonable price and it is a huge shame no other companies have picked it up.

If you enjoyed the darker tone of the green jacket series and aren’t afraid of getting to know some downright nastier versions of the characters you may already love, we would suggest giving this a go. It certainly isn’t for everyone, but each chapter is an interesting read and often an entertaining one too. We guarantee you will be scratching your head at some parts though, but it’s still a huge part of Lupin’s history and we like it.

Shin Lupin III:

My personal favourite is this second series. Titled Shin Lupin III in Japan, this series first released on June 23rd, 1977 and ran for 188 chapters. As with the first manga, it was also written and illustrated by Monkey Punch. It was released abroad in limited quantities by Tokyopop as Lupin III: Worlds Most Wanted.

Shin Lupin is much more like the Lupin you would expect. It is very reminiscent of the red jacket TV show, only it has Monkey Punch’s unique take on the updated characters. The tone of each chapter is still a little grittier than the red jacket TV show, but when compared to the first run of Lupin manga’s it’s a lot sillier.

My personal favourite is this second series. I prefer the more light-hearted Lupin and it still features Monkey Punch’s crazy style of storytelling, which helps keep it interesting. If you are looking to get into a Lupin manga series, I say this is the best place to start.

Lupin III S:

Lupin returned in 1997 for a five story long run in both Weekly Action Manga and 2 Action. The series featured a bold new art style and was written by Takaguchi Satozumi under the ever watchful eye of Monkey Punch (he acted as supervisor on this one.) The artwork was by Shusay.

As much as I would like to, I haven’t actually read Lupin III S. It has been republished a couple of times in Japan since its original release, but it is still pretty hard to get hold of in Europe or the US.

Lupin III Y:

Lupin III Y feels like a modern Lupin III. This series was written once again by series creator Monkey Punch and it features some more futuristic stories, some of which include some pretty freaky looking cyborgs.

The characters are all reminiscent of their TV counterparts in this series. All of the main characters star, with Lupin, Jigen, Goemon and Fujiko teaming up for some great heists. Inspector Zenigata has plenty of time in the spotlight too, which is never a bad thing!

The art style to this series is cool looking and a define improvement over the original’s sketchy artwork. With that said, it lacks a lot of the original character and in my opinion, isn’t quite as good because of this. A lot of the characters appear a little stiff and I definitely miss the energetic feeling everybody had in the originals.

Lupin III M:

Lupin III M first showed up in 2004 and once again had a brand new art style. The series ran for eight volumes and was also written by Monkey Punch.

As with Y, this manga is incredibly hard to find outside of Japan. I’m still yet to read both of them, so I cannot really make any recommendations! I am a big fan of the cover artwork though and it looks like something I would enjoy.

Lupin III M Neo:

There isn’t much to say about Lupin III M Neo other than the fact it was a sequel series to Lupin III M. The series consisted of a very similar art style to its prequel series, featuring a more grown up look for Lupin and company.

Lupin III H:

The final Lupin III series manga ran in Japan during 2010 / 2011 and was included as part of the official Lupin III magazine. This series is very much like the more recent Lupin works and it has a good sense of humour. As with previous lettered releases, this series was written by good ol’ Monkey Punch.

Again, I am still yet to read this series but judging by the cover artwork, it features a variety of very familiar art styles.

Lupin Jr [Notable mention]:

Lupin Jr. was a fun little side project for Monkey Punch. A couple of episodes in the original manga’s featured a child son of Lupin III as he goes on adventures with a woman named Fujiko (and as confusing as it sounds, she is completely different to the Fujiko we all know and love.)

Monkey Punch enjoyed the strip so much he decided to continue on Lupin Jr.’s adventures in his own manga series. It ran for a good few volumes and the first three are fan translated and available online. It was never officially localised in the west.

Oh yeah, and just so you know… Lupin Jr is a total dick. Needs a good clip around the ear hole, I say.

Lupin III B [Coming soon]:

A brand new Lupin III manga is soon to be released in Japan. The new series, as with previous ones, will be written by Monkey Punch. You can pre-order the first volume over on Amazon Japan and it will release on the 28th of this month.

The new series will be published by action comics and it sure is exciting to see some new Lupin related work from the original creator. Be sure to stay tuned to Lupin Central for all the latest news on this upcoming series!


Phew! That is pretty much all of the mainline Lupin III manga series covered. There are a couple of other spin-off series, such as Sexy Lupin, but to save writing paragraphs more, we will have to save them for a later date!

Unfortunately, you will find it quite difficult to buy one of the volumes in either of the first two series without ending up with one or two familiar stories within. A fair few of the early 1971 green jacket episodes were based on tales from the first run of Lupin manga’s, which partially explains why those episodes were of a darker tone.

Still, we say don’t let this put you off. The manga versions of these stories are quite different and unless you’re absolutely one-hundred percent intending to see new entirely new content only, this shouldn’t be much of an issue. If that is however an issue for you, we would suggest going with one of the later manga’s, perhaps Lupin III Y or Lupin III M.

We hope this helps, thanks a lot for writing in and don’t forget to let us know which one you end up buying!

Yoonjin amnesia au

I accidentally wrote a half outline/half fic of an amnesia au and it’s accidentally 4000 words so I’m accidentally posting it here because this is how I spent my day.

Yoongi’s from a Good family. Like not chaebol but a Good. Family. They sent him abroad to study, they got him tutors, he always had the latest cell phone, etc. Privileged. But he’s never wanted that life. He’s never wanted this life that’s about buying a car you can’t afford to impress people you don’t even like. He doesn’t want to be a doctor, doesn’t want to be a lawyer or a law maker or a business man. He wants to write music and live honestly, not hide his words or his feelings. So he rebels. Of course he rebels, he’s Yoongi.

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sakura-is-queen  asked:

Could please please do prompt 24 sasusaku! Thanks!!!

24. teachers with a strong rivalry au



She hates him from the moment she sees him walking into the teachers’ lounge: tall and handsome, clad in a fancy dark-blue suit, carrying a black briefcase, his face a mask of arrogance and disinterest.

His name is Uchiha Sasuke, or so the other teachers sitting at the table with her whisper. They say he’s the new Philosophy teacher. He has a Master’s degree in Political Science from a prestigious university in Europe, and he’s working on his Doctorate degree. He speaks five different languages. He has written three books. He used to live in New York, where he worked as a journalist. He’s really smart and fancy, and – wow, isn’t he hot, too!

Sakura sips from her tea and pretends not to listen to the others, but she does. As she learns more about him, she wishes more strongly that he would leave soon. He just – he makes her uncomfortable. Every time she glances his way, he is watching her from the leather couch by the door. She grits her teeth, her blood boiling with a bad feeling.

It is hate at first sight.

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From Sept 2012 to July 2013


September 2012 to January 2013

Liam : Payzer breaks up (Sept, 26th) then rumored to be dating Leona

Zerrie : 2nd cheating scandal (Sept 25th) then silence for 2 months

A little before the actual Payzer break-up, Ziam are w-i-l-d with flirting (they can feel the freedom coming) and even after the actual break-up and Zayn’s cheating scandal, despite the supposedly bad times they’re both going through, Ziam has never been this happy !

Liam goes also wild, laughing his ass off at Louis’ sexual innuendos, which makes Zayn quite jealous :

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The Outsiders - Chapter Thirteen

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve |

Okay here’s the last chapter, this as a story (with the notes from each chapter) has over 200 notes now, which is insane and I’m so happy, your messages have been lovely too, and considering I said I’d never show anyone any fics I wrote because they’d think they were terrible, having such a positive reaction has been amazing. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

i'm interested in why u don't believe in zerrie!! i'm a h&l fan who's on the fence abt ziam, but i follow a few ziam blogs and from what i've seen zerrie has been seeming particularly shady lately.. so why do u think it's not real? (also just fyi ur askbox doesn't appear w the current 'askme' url you've got - it works when u just type 'ask' in the link instead)

First of all, I completely forgot to fix my ‘askme’ page when I switched urls so thank you for reminding me!

Second, here is a little list of why I started doubting Zerrie (because I actually used to love/believe in them but things got very sketchy very quickly):

  • My first point of doubt was when Zayn supposedly held Perrie a surprise birthday party, but there was a full-fledged make-up and camera crew to take pictures of the “happy couple” and touch them up with make-up when needed. It just looked super staged and awkward, I guess? It was just weird that they went to so much trouble to make an obviously set up situation seem organic when it clearly wasn’t.
  • When Zayn apparently went with Perrie to visit her grandmother, a reporter from a British paper/magazine (can’t recall which one, sorry) was also somehow there and able to get pictures of the whole thing? Like, he had photos of Zayn posing with Perrie and her grandmother that had never been released prior to the paper being published, even though they were meant to be in a private, homey setting where a reporter usually wouldn’t be at unless they were invited or told to show up?
  • Another time, Zayn and Perrie purposely made sure fans knew they were hanging out together and as Zayn was leaving, he uncharacteristically stopped his car with his windows rolled down and took pics with some of the many fans there. This isn’t really Zayn behavior, so one can only assume he was doing it to ensure people knew where he was coming from.
  • There’s been, like, a constant trend of Modest trying to paint Zayn as a bad person (i.e. allowing drug rumors to fester, practically encouraging cheating rumors, and so on) while Perrie is still the perfect little angel. While Zayn is apparently off doing drugs and cheating, Perrie is apparently being loyal and trying to make their relationship work by spending time with the Maliks and devoting her time to their little zoo of animals. 
  • Recently, one of Zayn’s sisters (Safaa) has been posting a lot of Perrie-centered instagram pics and hardly ever mentioned her actual brother, who she has probably spent more time with than Perrie. This leads me (and many others) to believe that someone is running the account for her and really trying to push this whole “Perrie spends loads of time with the Maliks!!!” narrative that probably ain’t true. It’s just so awkward how they keep trying to force it down our throats.
  • One of Zayn’s aunts actually goes around liking Ziam posts on Instagram. Not necessarily solid proof, but still cool enough to mention nonetheless.
  • The recent tweet “Zayn” posted on the Little Mix account also really seemed suspicious as fuck. If his phone is simply uncharged/dead, could he not have waited for it to charge back up? And if he really was with Perrie and used her phone, why didn’t he just log into his own account? And was it really that important to let everyone know your wig was actually your hair? (Which, personally I don’t think it is, but I digress.) This was obvious promo for Little Mix; they’re only using Zayn/1D for their fame and hoping some of their fans convert to 'Mixers.’
  • Do you see how sad and dejected Liam gets when the Zerrie engagement is brought up? It’s absolutely heartbreaking, anon, and I can only describe it as utter frustration at the fact that the man he loves is being paraded around with someone that isn’t him. Painful, but I hope it comes to an end soon enough.
  • Speaking of the engagement, they keep putting it off and saying they’re too busy to start planning – which is total bullshit, of course. I’m sure they have enough time together that they could start planning their wedding (IF they were really engaged) and get help from family&friends along the way. She’s had, like, tons of downtime in the UK and it’s really not that hard to text or email or call or video chat about what your possible plans could be. Super, super fishy.

Um, I think that’s about it for now? I’ll probably remember a few things when I think about it some more, but until then, hope you’re okay with my explanations!

anonymous asked:

Hi ally this might sound weird but I feel like I have no future. I look at everyone around me and know they'll have an amazing life, but I just know I won't. I've made so many mistakes in my past, I messed everything up. I'm not smart or pretty. I won't have a great future so I don't really see the point of staying alive? I've made too many mistakes already, it's too late, too late to fix anything, I don't know what I should do :(

Hey lovely. I’m sorry to hear you feel that way. I’ll let you in on a secret though, most of us feel that way, at least once or twice in our lives. It’s sad, because we all have UNLIMITED potential, and can do literally anything we want to. You are smart. You are beautiful. You can be anything you set your mind on, just as long as you believe in it/yourself. 

There’s a quote I love that goes ‘whether you think you can or can’t, either way - you’re right.’

If you have confidence and faith in yourself, there’s nothing that can stop you from reaching your goals. Similarly, if you tell yourself straight off that you can’t achieve your dreams and give up before trying, then you’ve already taken yourself out of the running and don’t even get a chance to try. That doesn’t seem fair, does it? You deserve a shot at life, just like anyone else. You’re a good person, you are a human being who makes mistakes like the rest of us, but ultimately wants to have a positive influence on this world… so choose to!

It is never, ever, ever, ever, ever too late to live the life you wanted, or be the person you want to be. Your past is only a story, and it only defines you if you let it. Don’t let it. Let go of any regrets - all we have is the present. The future isn’t certain either, so why not just focus on today? What can you do today that will make you happy? That will make someone else happy? What can you do today that will help you get that little bit closer to the person you want to be? I know it probably sounds like something you’d read on a mug or cheesy card, but YOU CAN CREATE ANY LIFE YOU WANT. Why are you saying you won’t have a great future? The only thing that determines that is you. Not your past, not your mistakes or your history, but the choices you make TODAY and from here on out! And if you think making mistakes or failing in the past means automatically failing in the future, let me tell you about:

  • Walt Disney - originally fired from his job at the newspaper because he “lacked imagination and had no good ideas.”
  • Albert Einstein - Didn’t learn to speak until he was 4, didn’t learn to read until he was 7, leading his parents and teachers to think he was mentally disabled.
  • Thomas Edison - Told by teachers he was “too stupid to learn anything”, was fired from his first two jobs for not being productive enough, and made over 1,000 unsuccessful attempts at inventing the lightbulb before getting it right.
  • Oprah Winfrey - Suffered an abusive childhood and then many career setbacks, including being fired from her job as a reporter as she was deemed “unfit for tv”.
  • The Beatles - Rejected by recording companies who said “we don’t like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out”. The rest of the world disagreed on both counts!
  • Michael Jordan - Cut from his high school basketball team, and had been in the cheerleading squad previous to that. He said “I have missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game winning shot, and I missed. I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”
  • JK Rowling - She was living in poverty, depressed, divorced and trying to raise a child on her own, depending on welfare support from the government and was rejected by publishers 12 times before finally having someone sign on for Harry Potter. In 5 years, she went from relying on welfare payments to survive by each month, to being one of the richest women in the whole world (and responsible for making me fall in love with reading/becoming the person I am today).

All some of the most powerful people and recognised names, all went through turmoil, and failed over and over before finding their biggest success. 

Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game!

anonymous asked:

Golly prompt: Holly + Gail + Family Man (the movie). I don't know if you watched this movie (if you aren't, do it, it's great) 10 years later in San Francisco, Holly's guardian angel shows her what would have happened if she had stayed in Toronto with Gail...

My dear Anon, I watched this movie and loved it.  I couldn’t write this prompt in 1000 words or less, so you’ve actually prompted me to write a small multi-chapter fic.  Here is Part 1 of 5. I hope you like it!  I’m just finishing up Part 5 now.  I plan on posting them once every day or two.


Part 2-Part 3-Part 4-Part 5

The Family Woman – Part 1

It’s late.  She’s been at the office all day working on her latest research article.  It was going to be published by Science, one of the most prestigious and popular science journals but she’d found a small problem with the data.  She had needed to get it sorted out before the deadline which was why she was walking to a corner store on her way home.  It was the only thing open this late on Christmas Eve, even in a city the size of San Francisco.

She tossed the overpriced, over-processed sandwich on the counter along with a questionable looking apple, and a small chocolate bar.  She deserved a treat.  The clerk started to ring in her order. 

“No big Christmas dinner?” the woman asked the now Director of the Pathology and Laboratory Medicine at the University of California, San Francisco. 

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reginamantle  asked:

hi Faith! I'm a big fan of your work, you have a great style and I love seeing the progress posts on The Nameless City. I had a question and I hope it's okay to ask -- at what size do you tend to draw your pages at, and do you have any advice or dos/don'ts when it comes to sizing? (i.e. should one always work at A3 size or can 8.5/11 work too, that sort of thing) thanks in advance, sorry if this is out of place!

Thanks very much! The Nameless City pages are 10 by 14 inches with bleed, which is 1.6 times the size of the book when it will be printed (First Second tends to publish at a standard size of 8.5 by 6 inches). The live area (where important things like speech bubbles should go) on the original pages is 4.875 by 7.5 inches, so they aren’t super big, but big enough. I’m comfortable working at this size. I drew Friends with Boys and Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong at this size too. 

I think whatever size you draw at that is comfortable for you is probably correct, and you needn’t worry about what the “correct” size for drawing comic pages is. I’ve drawn comics at a lot of different sizes. When I did my old webcomics Demonology 101 and Ice, I drew on 8 by 11 inch printer paper. When I drew The Last of Us: American Dreams, Dark Horse sent me Official Comic Paper, which was much bigger than I normally draw, about 11 by 17 inches with (I think) a live area of 10 by 15. 

One suggestion, though: I would recommend drawing as small as you can, because that encourages speed. Drawing The Last of Us on huge sheets of paper really slowed me down, because I felt like I should fill every inch of the paper with detail. When I draw smaller, I focus more on what’s really important in the panel (the characters, the composition, the emotion), instead of tiny details that *seem* important when you’re drawing on a giant page, but then aren’t so important once the page is shrunk down and printed. …. soooooo many late nights on that Last of Us comic, drawing bricks, so many bricks, filling the background with bricks, aaaahh. XD


(i don’t know whether i feel i owe this explanation to myself or to you all, but here is something about my wordlessness, about 2013, about myself and where i’m at.)

i’ve really been struggling to put into words what i’ve been feeling for the past few months. much of it has been desolation, not enough nouns that i could scrounge together to put my feelings into sentences that i could hold onto. a lot of what i have been going through has been something that i have yet been able to name. i can trace the moment it sparked,  (the exact time and date if i looked in my summer journal) on a mini bus from reykjavik to thingvellir national park with jenna in june, as we cried in the back seat together, her because she understood, and me because i had finally admitted to myself that i had never been more lost. 

for someone who needs to be in control in order to feel sane, feeling that sort of loss is the worst thing in the world. for the past year, i haven’t been writing much poetry. it’s been difficult, a struggle because i have never been more critical of myself as a writer with an audience that is ever-growing. the guilt of being wordless has left me ashamed of myself and my writing, and there has been a mental block — that i’ve been able to kick down for little surface breaths of clarity — that has been keeping me from putting into words what i am going through. my lack of writing is definitely a factor. my head has been static for months. writing is my only sanctuary, but i have taken even that away from myself. 

there is a feeling now that has replaced all else. this feeling isn’t similar to anything that i’ve known before in this small life of mine, and it has been the most prolonged, the one that has stretched itself over both my happiness and my sadness, tinging my entire year with this vulnerable weepy shaky smallness that i haven’t been able to get rid of. i am not a person to doubt. i am not one who ever stops hoping. so what can i say of myself right now? 

i feel very alienated from myself. it’s nothing that my family or friends can really see, nothing that my boyfriend can tell is different other than the “bouts of sadness you seem to fall into every once in a while.” at the end of the day, i’ll still stand in the rain with my shoes off. at the end of the day, i’ll still laugh with all of my body while running then tumbling into the snow with the people i love. however, there’s something different inside of me, and it is really terrifying me. the combination of factors — my frustrations this summer with religion and family in nepal, my growing awareness of racial issues, my wordlessness, the fact that i am almost two years deep into a relationship with someone, everything, everything, everything — has been overwhelming me. i am overwhelmed, and it has taken me a lot of effort as of late to get out of bed, drag my feet into the shower and wash myself clean, get dressed and sit down to do some work. it has been difficult to answer my emails, my messages, to make my way to the post office, to do what i need to do. the phrase that once gave me so much comfort — “the only certainty is uncertainty” — now makes me feel so vulnerable. the truth of it has hit me. everything is changing, and i’m here in this in-between stage in my life where suddenly, i have never felt more unsure. 

which, i’ve been told, is something that everyone has to go through at some point in their lives. uncertainty. i’m sure that this will all be fruitful and useful in the long run, but as of now — the subtlety of these ever-present confusions and uncertainties and “uh”s and “um”s are driving me mad. i am no longer studying english literature with a creative writing minor. i don’t have a concentration for gallatin yet, though i vaguely know what i want to do. my entire world is up in the air right now, in aspects of my relationship, my school life, my monetary world, family, etc. everything is changing. the baby’s growing up. appa might move out of the house i grew up in. money’s not coming in anymore. everything is changing so quickly, and it’s happening all at once. so much of the latter half of this year i spent being frustrated at the world and religion, at family and myself. so much of my year has been spent doing and doing and doing and growing and changing and being afraid and never learning how to be brave again, and now, i’m just tired. 2013 has been a helluva year, but for all that it has hurt me, it has given me so much too. 

i have never let myself look at my accomplishments, look at all the things that i have experienced in my life and accept them as my own and let them be and exist. i have never let myself be proud of my life, but looking back — i have done so much in only a few hundred days. 

i published the anatomy of being and have sold more than 1,500 copies. i sent myself to iceland with jenna, came in 8th place in the 2013 goodreads choice awards in the poetry category, sat on the top of a building in nagarkot, nepal with letti and talked about love and god while the lights in kathmandu flickered off for the power cuts. i took a day trip to woodstock with jenna and laid in the grass and watched a cricket climb up a blade of grass and rub its legs against its side, crooning low. i made a book of poetry with students in an english school in nepal,  told people i liked girls, went on incredible bus rides from kathmandu to pokhara to chitwan, flew over the himalayas, snorkeled in thingvellir national park, met such incredible life-changing people in iceland, fell in love again and again and again, went overnight fishing off the coast of bangkok, met the most inspiring indian delegates from the asian leadership conference in thailand, laid on a bed of colorful and fragrant moss by the geysir for hours with jenna on one of the most beautiful days we had in iceland, was given a piece of coral by a man in aruba, was told “i will always love you,” was graced with a new baby sister, have come to appreciate my grandfather so much more, and have been utterly changed by the asian pacific american cultures class that i took this semester. so much has happened, and i have never felt more lucky and more human and more of everything than i have this year. 

i have done so much. 

and it is always so easy to forget that and to focus on the bad. 

for the past forty-eight hours, i have been a beautiful mess. i laid in the snow in my father’s jacket and watched clouds form, going from gold to lavender as the sun, then the sky hit it just so. i listened to the wind. i was more than in awe of the sharp green of the scallion slices floating in my ox bone soup. i went sledding with two people that i love and put snow in their eyelashes, watched them blink, both of them with eyes like ponds rimmed with moss. i almost wept at his cold knees later that night. i made such beautiful love next to a pair of my frozen pink childhood mittens in the garage where his car was parked, almost began to hyperventilate, yes began to cry. it was so much. everything was so much. i shuddered, trembled as i fell asleep, dreamt of breaking darts apart with my teeth. i spent today quiet with my family, picking my feet up one by one as we walked around white plains. all of this has been so much, and now all i want is some peace and quiet in my bedroom, a blank wall, a book of poems that i have yet to read, some essays that will teach me what i have never known i needed to know. 2013 has been so much. in many ways, it has been too much. 

and now, all i want is to rest. 

all i need is to let myself be. 

2014 is going to be quiet, but i think that that is okay. there is so much that i haven’t said, so much that i want to say, and maybe now i’ll have time to sit down and say it, to write it, to reflect upon it and let it rest. i have kept myself so hidden inside of me these past few months, and now all i want is to feel themselves freed, to feel myself unburdened.

i love you all, in a way that i will never be able to say. 

thank you for always listening.

anonymous asked:

I had an argument with someone who was misrepresenting mental illness and also romanticizing it but they argued that since it's fiction she can do whatever she wants (because it's not real). I don't know what to say to that.

It can be difficult to negotiate with people like, especially after you’ve already spoken to them about the issue. 

Although it may be a break of trust and kind of sketchy, you can create a fake profile as a beta reader and convince this writer to get a beta reader by recommending your fake self. This will give you a fresh way of giving your opinion before this person puts that story out there. Whether you do this or not, here are some tips for approaching these writers:

  • Try to react calmly first. No one likes their work to be critiqued. They go into defensive mode and they will be less inclined to change anything if they’re upset. If you’re calm, it’s more likely they’ll be calm too.
  • Ask questions that will make them reanalyze their work. Sometimes people romanticize self-harm. An example question for that would be: “If A wants B to stop self-harming and if B wants to self-harming too, then why would A kiss B’s scars and say they look pretty?” If you ask a question like this, you’re addressing both romanticization and character inconsistency. A writer will be more likely to respond to that.
  • Make suggestions for changes. Going with the example above, you might say something like: “Wouldn’t it make more sense if A kissed B’s scars in a more “kiss the booboo and make it better” kind of way so that you can show that A is supportive and there to help?” Again, writers are more likely respond to something like this.
  • Talk about the writing, not the writer. Rather than saying “I don’t like that you did this”, try to say “I don’t like [character]’s behavior” or “I don’t like the way this was described”. Avoid the word “you”. Talk about description, character, plot, setting, etc.
  • Be blunt. Be calm, but blunt. Sometimes writers don’t react positively to the above. So if something is offensive, just say it is. Don’t start a debate or an argument. Don’t allow room for a reply. Just say something like: “I think this scene/character/portrayal was offensive because x, y, and z. It made me uncomfortable, it was inaccurate, etc. and I do not wish to read any more of your work.” It’s brief, to the point, and it doesn’t allow much room for an argument from the writer. Let the writer know that their actions have turned away readers.
  • Don’t respond. This is a continuation of the previous point. After you’ve given your word, don’t respond unless the writer is willing to learn and change. Even then, you’re not required to be a resource to them.

If your friend ends up posting this story, self-publishing it, or traditionally publishing it without facing rejection from agents and/or editors who see that it’s inaccurate and offensive, then the readers will definitely spot the flaws and they’ll give their opinions through reviews. Once potential readers come looking for a book and see that her work has a low rating, they’re probably not going to bother with it. Sometimes writers learn from that experience, even if it is a bit late.

Text || Zargot
  • Zac: I’m sorry.
  • Zac: I just… I don’t know what to say anymore. You’re not an asshole who can’t do anything right. That asshole is me. I know because I’ve told myself that about 100 times in the past week. Maybe I’m just trying to deflect my problems. Maybe I’m just seeing a warped reality I literally don’t know but I just feel tired and scared.
  • Zac: You know what it is? Well at least a part of it. I need my best friend. I don’t want her to just be on the other end of a phone all the time because I feel like we hardly really talk face to face anymore and I hate that. I hate that every single time you find a new guy to spend your time with I just get put on the back-burner. It didn’t bother me so much before but now I just can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like my mind is simultaneously imploding and exploding and it’s not cancelling each other out and it’s somehow managing to affect practically everything I’ve ever thought and felt and I feel completely helpless. And like I said earlier I only feel like I’ve only got two close friends by this point and that’s you and Dylan. And there’s only so much Dylan can do to help. Because he’s not you.
  • Zac: I’m sorry. I’m tired and hungover and my head feels like it’s been hit against a wall a dozen times and I just want to sleep for a year and I’m not even reading what I’m typing anymore. I know I need to sort myself out. I’ve been telling myself that for months but I haven’t done anything about it. Right now I just feel like it’s be a tiny bit easier if my best friend wasn’t on the other side of the country to me.
  • Margot: and this is why you need to talk to someone and get help. You said you've been feeling like this for awhile and obviously you aren't getting better. You can't get better on your own. I can't make you better. You need a professional to help you and there's nothing wrong with that. I probably would have relapsed if I didn't continue seeing my therapist well after rehab. I don't want that for you - I don't want you to relapse. I want you to get help because I want my best friend to be around for a long time. And right now, you aren't the man who's been my best friend these past few years. You're like a shell of your former self. I'm not saying any of this is your fault. It isn't at all. Depression, addiction, and whatever it is that's going on with you isn't your fault or anyone else's. But I can promise you that if you get help, I'll be right here by your side through it all and I know your other friends and your family will be there for you, too.
  • Margot: I know I've been inseparable with Conor lately, and that's on me. But Zac, it's a two way street. I still make plans with you and text you when I'm with someone. I invited you to the fights and to my NYE party. I still make the effort. The only thing different is we don't fuck when I'm with someone. And we're both super busy, and usually in different places because of our jobs. It's hard to speak face to face when we work as much as we do. But I do invite you to hang out and I still talk to you. I don't put you on the back burner. That's not fair to say.
  • Margot: are you still in New York?