i hope his reign never ends

what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.


the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.

After rewatching the original Avatar the Last Airbender and halfway through rewatching Legend of Korra, I thought I’d poke around the fanfic situation and.. it always is interesting to see “Zuko and Mai’s daughter” or something. Zuko and Mai never even got married. Hell, their relationship didn’t even last beyond the first year of Zuko’s reign as Firelord. Granted, that’s info that you’d only know if you read the canon comics that came after but like.. idk it just kinda makes me think.

Legend of Korra kinda makes a point to show that these romantic entanglements don’t usually work out on the first try but it always baffles me. Like, these kids are teenagers and so often you see like.. a future image or something in shows of these teens married to their sweethearts they had when they were 15. I couldn’t even imagine being married to someone I dated in high school. 

It just seems like a weird expectation for a lot of children’s cartoons to reinforce. That you’ll meet your soulmate before you can even drink or pay your bills. Legend of Korra definitely does better with how it handles how messy things can be and gotta love Korra and Asami ending up with each other instead of Mako or something.

Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if of the original Team Avatar, only Katara and Aang ended up staying with each other. I can’t speak for the Sokka and Suki situation but it’s never extrapolated either way, but Zuko definitely didn’t stay with Mai.

It does actually make me curious about Zuko’s reign and family life, considering his own childhood. I imagine he’d be a better father to his children. His daughter Izumi seems to have her act together and definitely lacks her father’s temper.

I kinda hope we learn more through more comics or something.

Clinging to This Hating Game 5/7

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex
Word Count: ~3900 (this chapter)

Everything wonky is my fault.

AO3 link Chapter 5

On tumblr: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4


After a slap fight with my beta that turned into full on mud-wrestling, this one very long chapter has been turned into two. The good news is that the second half will post no later than Sunday, and possibly earlier.

Forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta. And the slap-fight.


Chapter 5

Kurt had always expected that by the time he reached his final semester of high school the pressure that he’d felt for four years would have fizzled out. The pressure he’d put on himself to be better, to rise above everyone’s expectations, the pressure to get everything right all the time, to take away any ammunition that could be used against him.

After all, his college applications were in, he’d sent out his audition videos (except NYADA, of course, they would require an in-person audition) and he was still in the lead for valedictorian. That should mean he should be able to coast through one semester.

It didn’t.

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anonymous asked:

as a fellow jaytim shipper, do you have any fic recs? thanks!!


OKAY THESE ARE JUST OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD (& AO3 ONLY) AND THERE ARE MANY MANY MORE I DEF FORGOT BUT HERE GOES!! this is prob gonna be a long post cus idk how to do the read more thing I’M SORRY


strange fear i ain’t felt for years by Sister

Summary: Tim’s benched with a broken arm and starts playing Jason’s personal Oracle. Things escalate.

[deep breath] THIS FIC. has such a special place in my heart holy shit I’ve read it like 90 times and it has never ever failed to make me smile. when I am dead and gone I want the eulogist at my funeral to read it passionately over my cold corpse with feeling because if they fail to properly express how much I worship it I WILL BREATHE LIFE INTO MY MOLDING HUSK WITH SHEER OTHERWORLDLY WILLPOWER AND READ IT MYSELF


these lines of lightning by smilebackwards

Summary: “Sometimes when Bruce is being an asshole, the best response is to be an asshole right back,” Jason says, dropping down next to Tim and propping his boots on the milk crates he uses for a coffee table. “I used to go hang out with all the bad kids so I guess you’re already on the right track.”

if i’ve got strange fear lined up to be read at my funeral I want this fic to be painstakingly chiseled onto my headstone with everyone singing ‘accidentally in love’ as i’m lowered into the ground–like pls don’t even throw flowers as the gaping abyss swallows my coffin PRINT THIS FIC AND THROW IT DOWN INSTEAD I LOVE IT SO MUCH  


After the Storm by ariadne83 & somehowunbroken

Summary: Jason is getting ready to start his reign as the Red Hood when he overhears a conversation that will change his life. He ends up giving up his plans for revenge and taking on a new identity so he can raise the son he never thought he’d have. When his safety and anonymity are threatened by the Wayne Foundation ’s representative, Tim Drake-Wayne, all Jason can do is keep his head down and hope for the best - but he may have to redefine “best” in order for that to work out. 

oh god I think this one might have been Responsible. the one that may have started my slip slide screaming descent into jaytim hell. I shipped it casually (ha) until this fic came in and knifed me at terminal velocity in the soft spot I didn’t even know I had for kidfic LMFAO SCREAMS INTO HANDS WHY THIS!!!!! WHY ME!!!!!!! I AM A GOOD PERSON (NO)


you are bright and i am blind by CallMeBombshell

Summary: “So it was either one of several ill-advised not-quite dates,” Jason sums up after a moment, “your big brother, or me. More or less.”

“More or less,” Tim agrees, leaning back again and humming slightly around the rim of his glass. 

Jason shakes his head slightly. “Well, sorry you got stuck with me, then,” he says, self-deprecating little grin spreading across his face.

“I’m not,” Tim says, smiling that same damned unreadable Cheshire Cat smile that he’s been wearing all night. “After all, you were my first choice.”

part 4 of an ongoing series and pre-relationship but ONE OF MY FAVES oh god it’s so visceral and GORGEOUS I just live for mutual pining is2g nothing better than slow burn that melts your heart like a lovingly seasoned and tenderly roasted lamb kebob and you just can’t wait for the moment it’s done cooking and you can sink your teeth into it with relish god jesus fuck WHAT I’M SAYING IS THAT THIS FIC IS DELICIOUS IN EVERY WAY and im hungry


Hell Connection by Ladelle

Summary:  With one touch, Detective Timothy Drake can see the past—of people, of objects—anything. When a case leads him to the sewers of Gotham, he wakes an evil he never knew existed; one that wants vengeance on the family that sealed him away.

steeples fingers and takes a deep breath g O D I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COHERENTLY DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVE AND ADORE THIS FIC the thought that went into this iS INSANE and it is ridiculously immersive and beautifully paced with burn so mouthwateringly slow you could put me in my mother’s rice cooker for two weeks and I still wouldn’t come out nearly as wonderfully exquisitely delicious as this fic GOD I’ve read it like a million times and each time I lose sleep over it WITHOUT FAIL cus it’s SO SO SO GOOD.


it takes a house, a village by defcontwo

Summary:  “If you shower my couch with love and affection, I might actually kill you.” Or: how Tim Drake buys a house, rebuilds his life, and accidentally falls in love.

[WHISTLE TONE SCREAMING] GOD I have romantic feelings for this one like I would wine and dine straight up get down on one knee for this fic and treat it right for the rest of my mortal existence have i mentioned how much i love slow burn I LOVE SLOW BURN ROAST ME A L I V E


Soft as the Starlight in the Sky verse by Tabithian

Summary: Jason Todd’s adventures as a magical girl.

No, really.

(What the hell is up with all the damn bows, anyway?)

I WAS EXPECTING CRACK AND GOT SUCKER PUNCHED WITH FEELS (IN THE BEST WAY LMAO I wear the bruises with pride) like this is a super adorable premise in the first place and I am always weak for magical girl AUs… ALSO JASON’S FAMILIAR(?) ANIMAL SIDEKICK(??) MR. MEOWFACE IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST I WANT 20


give until you bleed (out) by somehowunbroken

Summary: Tim wakes up in the Cave. He’s in the med bay, which isn’t surprising; all of the monitoring machines are off, which is. He shrugs and sits up carefully, wincing preemptively for the pull of stitches that doesn’t come. [Warning; Major Character Death]

if you are here for the bittersweet angst HAVE I GOT THE FIC FOR YOU!!!!!!!!! this one, omfg, it hits like a mack truck. It’s gen, hinted a bit at pre-relationship, and hurts like open heart surgery without anesthetic LMAO I made the Mistake of reading it late at night and was catatonic in the shower thinking about that ending…it was a good thing I took that shower tho because if I hadn’t I would have pickled like a wrinkly radish in the salty ocean of my own tears


chasing after time verse by ohmcgee

Summary:  The lazarus pit made Jason immortal. Tim’s not dealing with that very well.

speaking of bittersweet here is the fic equivalent of 80% velvety dark chocolate with a big whopping heaping of heartache tbh I usually stay very far away from this trope cus my weak potato heart can’t take it but this was just so beautiful and poignant and heartwrenching BASICALLY A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE [PRAYING EMOJI]


uhh crap this is getting rly long LMAO I ACTUALLY HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO REC LAUGHS NERVOUSLY I’LL MAKE A PART TWO IF YOU WANT and i rly need to eat something i’m so hungry i’d kill a man maybe two for some lamb kebobs

Forever my Superman- Roman Reigns

His voice had never sounded so cold. He didn’t love her no more. In that moment she could feel all the air evaporate from her body. 6 years with the same man, bringing some hope that she would get her happily ever after, but the more he spoke, the more she realised it was all one big nightmare.

“I never loved you. How could you think that I would ever end up with someone like you?”

He used his hands during his rant to collect his belongings, seamlessly destroying himself from her life in a matter of minutes. With a zip of a suitcase and a reach for his keys, he was out the door, allowing herself to realise that she no longer lived in a home, more so a big empty house.

She was angry, furious, that she allowed him into her life. She had built this life around him and now there was nothing but her shattered heart. Her mind was working, as she reached for the vase that held her favourite flowers, a constant reminder of the birthday she had just passed. The sweet sounds of giggles and the rushed hums of their love making filled her ears, causing a scream to release from her mouth. With one quick swing, she threw the vase, pieces cascading down the wall, onto the floorboards the lay beneath her feet. Reaching to grab the glass, she kneeled on the floor, glass now engulfing into her skin. She looked down, blood was everywhere, raising her hands up, puddles of said blood now lay where his feet once stood. The creak of the door startled her from her thoughts, eyes raising to meet the wide eyes of her best friend Roman. She tried to speak, try to reassure him that it was all okay, but she couldn’t. She opened her mouth, but a sob fell out instead of words, causing Roman to rush to her side, choosing to pick her up to cause less damage to her body. He rested her on the couch, getting a towel from a nearby cupboard, placing it over her wounds, picking piece of glass out of them. She was still hysterical, tears streaming down her face. He hated to see her so broken, knowing the reason she was so upset was due to the deadbeat boyfriend of hers. Yet here he was, comforting his girl, his best friend as her whole world crashed around her. After finally finding her voice, Roman was alerted to the problem, causing him to see red. He stood, going to find the guy who broke her heart. He was stopped before he was able to move a step.

“Ro, please, stop. Don’t do anything. It’s okay”

“Why do you always do this? It’s not okay, he can’t just say that and leave! You aren’t okay and he needs to pay for hurting you.”

“Roman, please. I don’t need my superman, I need my best friend right now.”

Roman melted, hearing his nickname from her. He left the room, after her acceptance to get bandages. He began to fix her up, sweeping the hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ears.

“You know I only want to protect you right?”

She nodded, cuddling into his arm, smiling as she started to drift off to sleep.

“Mmhmm, forever my superman.”

Roman laughed, using his free hand to place a blanket to cover her as she fell asleep. He would stay with her, protecting whatever image of a universe she had left, until her heart felt like his home again.

anonymous asked:

Sasuke succeeds in killing Naruto. What does he do immediately after?


It was what Sasuke had wanted; this was the goal he had sought after even before this day. Sasuke had won, and his prize was Naruto laying before him; lifeless, dead.


Sasuke stared down at the body in front of him as if he held no recognition for it. “You didn’t try hard enough.” Sasuke bitterly spoke as though he expected Naruto to answer him, despite there being no breath left in the blond man’s lungs now.  Blood stained Sasuke. On his hands, his clothes, and his soul. It seeped deep into him; into his veins and bones like a poison, and it burned.

It scorched him from the inside out and there was no relief now, there was nothing to turn to now, and no one. Sasuke had killed the last person that could give him anything, and in this murder he’d killed any chance of anyone else ever caring for him again. This is exactly what Sasuke wanted. The hatred that chilled his blood would grow and everyone’s darkness would fall upon his shoulders, as it should have been. He could already taste the acidic taste of the loathing.

So why now, now of all times, was there pain? This pain, it was sharp, like a knife; but it lit up his every nerve. It was loss, anger, and sorrow. It was heartbreak. The body of his best friend was at his feet, and his best friend’s blood would forever taint him, it had soaked into him. Sasuke clenched his hands and grit his teeth. “I’ll finish what I started.” Sasuke hissed, again, as if Naruto listened. “I’ll bear it all and they won’t have to.”

Sasuke knew he had done right. He knew it. This was the only way; not Naruto’s whimsical and childish wishes for a better future. Not his hope or love or smile. That wouldn’t fix anything. The darkness would have remained, and now Sasuke would take it. The Kage’s reign would end. The world wouldn’t fall into disrepair again.

“I hate you.” Sasuke snapped, and he was angrier still when there was nothing. No response, no insult in return, no retaliation. And there never would be again. “I hate you!” Sasuke shouted it this time with rage and misery in his voice. He had always been truthful. So why now, was he shouting lies to the sky?


anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve learning about some of the major human tragedies over the last few years and being so overwhelmed, but Sam helps him through it.

All Steve ever wanted to do was make the world a better place. He’d wanted it since the day he was born, and it was why he’d agreed to become Captain America.

When he’d stayed holed up in his room at the tower for too many days in a row, Sam eventually found him. He was wide awake, but laying under covers on his bed, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. “Cap?” Sam just wanted his attention. He didn’t need to ask what had bothered him because he already knew. Steve had been doing a lot of research and a lot of reading about modern history (which was, by definition, WWII and forward), and there was some really messed up stuff that happened. Steve was responding in the only way he could- by being overwhelmed with it all.

“Yeah. I’m all right, Sam.”

He wasn’t, and Sam didn’t believe for a second that he was, so he came and closed the door behind him. “Maybe you should stop reading Wikipedia for a while.”

Steve groaned. “What good was I, Sam?”

It was too easy sometimes to get Steve talking, not that Sam was complaining at all. It made it easier to help him. “What do you mean? From what I hear, you turned the tides of the war.”

“Lot of good it did. Winning that war was supposed to make all of this better.”

“No,“ Sam argued. “Winning that war was supposed to make 1944 better. It was supposed to make sure that Hitler didn’t continue his reign. It was never in the contract that it was going to stop all wars or all crimes. Just like what I did during Enduring Freedom.”

Steve finally looked at him, shaking his head by way of apology. “But…”

“But nothin’, Cap. But we hope and we keep fighting so we make other years and times better. What we’re built for? That war never ends.”

To anyone and everyone who knows who Vic Mignogna is and what he does. OR JUST ANYONE!!

Alright guys, lately I’ve been seeing a lot of stuff about Vic Mignogna floating around social media, including here. And I got to say….I am disgusted with what I’ve been seeing people say about him.

For those who don’t know Vic Mignogna, he’s a popular voice actor, also a singer, director, composer and etc. He tends to work with the company Funimation A LOT

Not too long ago, as many of you know, he landed the voice acting part for Rin Matsuoka for the anime Free! Eternal Summer. Now, this is around the time where I saw these posts start to rise.

Some have the basic dislike for him being Rin like:
“Awe, man Vic for Rin?”
“Why Vic? I mean he’s okay and all but for RIN!?”
“Maybe another choice?”

Now, that’s okay, you don’t have to like him voicing Rin, but personally, give it a chance first? At least some benefit of the doubt like with other voice actors. And you don’t like it, that’s fine.


The other posts I have been seeing, have been going along like:

“Ugh, can we just kill Vic, please?”
“He needs to stop. I can do so much of a better job than him at voice acting.”
“Why is he even a part of the anime voice acting business?”
“I hope he gets his neck broken so he can’t voice act. Lol, then Rin’s voice would be spared.”
“Let’s start a trend #VicMignognasucks or even better #HateVicMignogna”
“I want to die”
“God either hates us or is dead”
“You’re like 50, please stop”
“I wanna throw up”
“Fuck you”
“Omfg his cosplay for Rin is horrible, how dare he disrespect him!”
“He already has like so much money, he’s just wasting his time with voice acting. It’s like he’s not even trying.”

There’s plenty more than this out there, trust me. But this is disgusting.

Honestly, wishing he gets hurt?

Just being pathetic and starting a hate Vic tag??

Then you really want to die just because of a voice role, honestly?

He’s 50 huh? Well how about you go look up a few other popular and loved voice actors, they’re pretty close to 50 or over and still do a bad ass job. 

His cosplay of Rin is bad huh? Well I saw the picture myself and I thought it was very cute and sweet he was cosplaying his voice muse/character, and trust me, only Rin can pull off Rin, but that doesn’t mean you have to go insulting his cosplay. Cosplay is for fun and admiration of a character you want to dress up as. ANYONE can cosplay, and it can be anything or anyone they want. So shut the hell up. How would you feel if I said something about you cosplaying a character and said it was horrible? You wouldn’t want to hear it and get hurt. So don’t say things you wouldn’t say to yourself. Or if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all.

Just because he’s a voice actor and has money doesn’t mean he has to stop working. No, he’s still part of a job/career and he needs to make ends mean and a life for himself like everyone else out there with a job. He has to EARN his money like everyone who works.

And you really think you can do a better fucking job than him as a voice actor? Go on ahead, let me know when you get kicked out from auditions. You think it’s easy to be a voice actor? Well it’s not, Vic Mignogna had to work his way to even get into the voice acting business, like everyone does to get somewhere. 

He earned his voice acting career. His big voice acting start was Vega in Street Fighter II V and then years later he landed a contract with Funimation as the roll of Broly in the Dragon Ball Z films. Vic Mignogna has worked his way up in the industry for years, and he is beyond hardworking and likes to interact and have fun with his fans! He takes his work seriously as a voice actor, but like all voice actors, THEY ALL have distinctive voices, such as Johnny Yong Bosch, Patrick Seitz, Daisuke Ono, Romi Park, J. Michael Tatum, Todd Haberkorn, the list could go on till the end of time and you all know that.

Now, because of the distinctive voice of voice actors, it’s easy to assume speculation of how a character is going to sound. And almost every single time whenever Vic lands a part, everyone is like:

“Ugh! Character ruined!”
“We know how his voice is gonna sound, like with every other one he does.”
“Why Vic? His voice isn’t the best for that character.”

Well, first of all, no, the character isn’t ruined, it’s just the voice, calm the fuck down. Don’t like it, go watch the English sub. 

Oh really? You don’t say? It’s NOT like they have distinct voices or anything. Well how about other voice actors, I bet you EXPECT what the characters are going to sound like too and don’t complain, right?  -_-  

Now, I do agree that certain voice actors aren’t the right choice for certain characters. BUT the voice actor does try to get into the part, and the director gives the okay on how they sound and if they even get the part in the first place. Also they sometimes have limited amount of people to even choose from due to scheduling and other roles they have to play for other shows or events they have to go to, and also the company that decides to work with the anime with voice actors part of the company, which is Funimation in Vic’s case. (He does do work with a couple other companies because that’s how he landed roles in other animes.)

So calm down and realize that the final calls tend to go to those in charge of the production, especially in English dub, sometimes even the original Japanese. But that’s how companies run.

Also, Vic Mignogna tends to get chosen for many roles because of how much popularity he receives, and love for his voice. And I will say, I love Vic, I think he’s great at what he does and is a hell of a singer, but he does have his voice acting moments where he didn’t shine all that well in, BUT he still tried. He just has a distinct voice that are perfect for certain characters, and I wish that the companies he works for would realize this, so he can truly show what he has to offer. 

I remember a time where we all would be praising him and show him the love he deserves from all his hard work. But then that all went away just because of a couple of bad voice to character match ups.

Can we all remember how this voice brought these characters to life and made us smile and laugh and probably cry?

Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist Series
Ikkaku Madarame from Bleach
Greece from Hetalia
Mitsuhide Akechi from Sengoku Basara
Spirit Albarn from Soul Eater
Tamaki Suoh from Ouran High School Host Club
Erd Ginn from Attack on Titan

The list I could go on, and sure has he had roles that weren’t really meant for him like Zero from Vampire Knight (no offense) BUT he was hired for the part and he did what he could with his voice for that character.

So don’t just go and be like those disgusting comments above, just remember those character voices you love he has done and how much of a great person he is. Don’t wish badly on him or go saying disgusting insults, that makes you pathetic and no one is going to want to hang around you.

Can you dislike his voice acting?
Yes you can, just don’t go spreading hate, like I’ve said who knows how many times now.

FINALLY, to shut up all of you with him getting the part of Rin, let us all remember the real problem. That they’re English dubbing an anime that shouldn’t ever had an English version because of the English speaking scenes during Free! Eternal Season and Haruka trying to understand what they’re saying. And also that they’re dubbing the second season BEFORE the first season where character development is built and everyone is just going to be lost on what the hell is going on for those who rely on English adaptions of anime. Not everyone has the patience for subtitles or can access them, so the dubbing of the series and order should’ve been placed into consideration BEFORE giving the okay on everything. I mean who even dubs season 2 before season 1?

Remember if you don’t like his voice acting, that’s alright. There are certain characters that aren’t meant for his voice in my opinion, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love what he does or doesn’t try otherwise he wouldn’t be in the business. He’s passionate about his work and I think we’ll definitely be seeing more of him in the future. He isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

So leave Vic Mignogna alone with spreading around all the hate, it’s just rude and annoying.

Vic, you’re a great guy and you’re amazing at what you do. Keep up the great work! Don’t be discouraged with what you do or what voice you have to act out next.  

Confession: The first time I kept Alistair as a warden, I feltl bad for ending the reign of Calenhad’s bloodline, especially after Eamon said they didn’t fight Orlais’ occupation to see the Theirin’s end. Then I remembered that Wardens will most likely never have children. So anyway, Alistair was going to be the last king with Calenhad’s blood in his veins and Anora is, in my mind, a better ruler. ( and i apologize for my english, i hope it’s understandable )

Black Clouds and End Times: Tony Stark in Hickman's Avengers



As I was reading Avengers #24 earlier today, one of the first things that struck me about Iron Man 3030 (after my happy flailing) was that it was very interesting that it was Tony’s grand daughter that made the trip back in time not only to save the world, but to help Tony in particular.

Of course this makes in universe sense; the descendants of Tony do risky shit to save the world? There’s a shocker. No, What I find interesting is that by it being HIS grand-daughter, it makes the events in this issue even more personal. This follows my own reading of the the last year or so of Avengers events that, while the fallout from the incursion/mindwipe/illuminati will have varying ramifications for the conspirators, none will be as personally devastated by it as Tony. And his epicenter is going to be Steve Rogers.

Let’s look at where Tony’s focus has been for the last year- building up the Avengers to be a global force. He has had Steve right there at his side, leading with him the entire time. This is natural for them, but I think it is also essential for Tony’s plans.

One intergalactic war and an alien invasion later, their team is as well prepared and well regarded as it has ever been. With the rogue planet for materials and Tony’s Dyson sphere for energy, The Avengers have all the resources they will need to make their’s, truly, an Avengers World.

Since the events in Wakanda that lead to Steve’s mindwipe, it’s my interpretation that Tony has been stacking the deck in Steve’s favor. “Let’s go bigger.” Steve’s idea, but Tony was the one that picked up the ball and started running with it. A project to reshape the world - how could a Stark refuse?

Of course, the incursions are still happening. Tony is aware that his time for falling on that sword is growing near, and Iron Man 3030’s warning only confirmed it. “Everyone you know if going to be trying to kill you,” she said. I don’t think this is too terrible a shock for Tony. In fact, I feel this is the eventuality he has been anticipating all along.

I think Tony, in his guilt, has decided to try to give Steve back the autonomy that he and the Illuminati took. And his way of doing that was by giving Steve all the resources he would need to take out any threat he deemed too dangerous…including Tony himself.

My suspicions of this were only fueled by the conversation Tony and Steve had in issue 24. It read as though Tony was trying to prepare Steve to lead their expanded Avengers forces without him.

Tony: “The point isn’t how you fill the machine, Steve, or even how it operates from day-to-day… The point is that it’s necessary—that you need it—and that you have it at a moment’s notice. Never get married to the idea that it’s enough. Because it isn’t. It won’t be.”

Steve: “I don’t understand, Tony… I look around and see what we’ve accomplished, and I’m hopeful. You look at it and see black clouds and end times… Why is that?”

Tony: “… I see what’s coming.”

Just look at that- Steve says “we” while Tony says “you.” He’s already starting to hand over the reigns, because his time being allowed into the inner sanctum, being allowed at Steve’s side, is running out. “Everyone you know is going to be trying to kill you.”

Tony is preparing to lose Steve when everything comes out into the light of day. And he wants to be sure that when that time comes, the Avengers will be holding all the cards they need to stay in control of themselves with Steve at the helm.

Tony’s a futurist. Tony sees what needs to be done, and he does them. God knows he has done terrible things, but he is willing to do them and accept the consequences. And he has maneuvered events so that when the time comes,the person he hurt most in all of this will likely have the power to carry out whatever punishment he sees fit.

Bless Hickman. This is how you do grade A angst.