i know in the original it gets tied to the case

The Final Proof

*A lot of people have come up with this theory, but it’s so perfect I had to write it down.

They say you learn the most from your mistakes. Mine came as I was watching “Murder Most Foul” and Charming said this:

I hadn’t really been paying enough attention to realize that he was talking about the sleeping curse that the Evil Queen had placed on him and Snow, so my mind immediately went to: What other curse needs to be broken? Luckily for me there is another curse that needs to be broken. Many of you know this, but it’s the curse that is keeping everyone in Storybrooke.

What we don’t realize is which part of the curse is still active. It’s not the dark aspects of the Dark Curse - that was broken by Emma as was prophesied/dictated by Rumpelstiltskin. No, it’s the other part that the pesky imp created that is trapping everyone here still.

The Savior curse. Think about it. The only reason Emma Swan is the Savior is because Rumplestiltskin made it so. In theory, Emma was no longer supposed to be the Savior after she broke the Dark Curse. Everyone was supposed to go back to where they were from, but that didn’t happen. Which means what? That portion of the curse, that tiny little drop, is a curse all in itself, and it too needs to be broken. When it is, Emma’s fate as the Savior will be broken; she will live.

Now you ask: But Emma was given the Shears of Destiny or whatever to cut herself from her fate and no longer be the Savior and she didn’t take it!

Well, we know how Rumple’s curse works right? A pair of pretty scissors wouldn’t break this curse because only one person has that power: Emma herself.

We’ve come full circle. Once upon a time Adam and Eddy pitched the idea that the curse would take seven years to fully break. Now we’ve reached that point. Once Emma breaks the Savior curse, Rumple’s spell that he placed on her life will break. Her Hero’s Journey will be complete, and she will return to her life in the real world, where no one needs her to protect them.

(I’ll come back to this in a minute)

So we know what needs to happen. Here I take it a step further and answer:

How?

It turns out that we have that answer too:


Ah yes. True Love. Here’s where I know I’ll lose half of you because “Once Upon a Time is obsessed with Captain Swan. Why can’t you see that, you’re blinding yourself, stop perpetuating nonsense, wake up blah blah blah blah.”

Well, I’m going to counter that with: Why is Emma still the Savior then? If Once Upon a Captain Swan is genuinely the entire point of this show, why is Emma still fated to die?

Answer: You can’t break a curse where you’re the Savior of the fairytale characters with one of the said fairytale characters.

Here you respond again with: “Well, Smartypants, you call yourself a Swan Queen shipper, but you’ve just contradicted yourself. You think the Evil Queen can break the curse with Emma? She’s a fairytale character too!”

Well, reader, you are very clever indeed. But shall I provide you with my next exhibit:

While it was super fun to watch, Split Queen was not just done for the optics. It was a setup for endgame. The Evil Queen may be a fairytale character, but Mayor Regina Mills (like Emma and Henry) is a completely original creation of our world. Which means, like Emma, the daughter of Prince Charming and Snow White, she can live a completely normal life outside of the Enchanted Forest.

I was trying to figure out the purpose behind bringing Wish Robin Hood back, and this line really explains it:

The writers are priming us for a much bigger version of this concept. Robin is the first test of the portal system. Will it allow someone who isn’t supposed to be “real” stay in the “real world”? We know Storybrooke, by our standards, isn’t a real place, it’s a refuge for fairytale characters from many realms, so it makes sense that he passes the test in this case, but what about Regina? Will she, a person who isn’t supposed to be real, be allowed to live somewhere like Boston or New York if Storybrooke doesn’t exist. This first trial proves that yes, she will be able to because something about her is connected to our world (that thing is literally the writers themselves). They have Regina grapple with this issue- Why was wish Robin able to come here?- because she’s next, and she needs to know that she’ll be okay when she tries to stay in this world.

If Regina remains unconnected to the Evil Queen, she should be able to help Emma break the curse and remain in this reality. Will it really be True Love’s Kiss that frees Emma from the Savior Curse and sends everyone to where they belong?

I would hope.

I also hope that I’ll find $2000 on the street tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen.

But it’s certainly the most reasonable solution since literally every curse is broken with True Love’s Kiss…

Have you ever wondered why there’s never been a True Love’s Kiss with Emma & her parents or Emma with Hook? Perhaps part of that is because True Love’s Kiss can only work with people who are from the same reality. Since Regina had True Love’s Kiss with Henry, that means she’s a part of his reality. Part of her belongs in our world. Emma has never shared True Love’s Kiss with Hook because he isn’t a part of her reality. He’s still a fairytale character. They can get married, she can choose that life, but that means she will remain tied to her fate as the Savior. She will always be connected to the Fairytale world. She will eventually die for them.

But if somehow, Regina Mills is Emma’s true True Love; if two “real people” who were created in this world- Emma Swan the bail bonds person, and Regina Mills the Mayor- shared True Love’s Kiss (not saying they’ll make it gay like they should) then the entire curse could be broken.

I just don’t see any other way they could go with this. The show has always foreshadowed that Storybrooke isn’t supposed to last.

We know there’s going to be a “reset” for the show…


And we know that Regina is no longer connected to the Evil Queen. Everything is setting up for the fairytale characters to return to their world.


But what happens next?

A good story always comes full circle, but the hero returns home with more knowledge and is in a better place. Odysseus goes on a crazy journey with a bunch of messed up shit but eventually makes it back home. Dorothy wishes she could experience life over the rainbow, but when she does, she learns that there’s no place like home. Harry Potter steps onto Platform 9 ¾ for the first time alone, and in the last book he steps on with a family. So if in the Pilot we see Emma in her lonely Boston apartment, wishing on a star to no longer be alone, it only makes sense that the last time we see her, she’s in her Boston apartment but she isn’t alone- she has a family.

We know Henry will be a part of that family, but it’s safe to assume that Regina will be there too, because of this promise:

Unfortunately all magic comes with a price, and my prediction is that price will be that everyone forgets that any of this ever happened.

I’m grounding this theory in the fact that the last time there was a reset, that happened to half of the parties involved: Emma and Henry 

In that scenario, the Dark Curse was destroyed. The Dark Curse’s purpose was to create Storybrooke, so once it was gone, Emma and Henry forgot that Storybrooke ever existed… But everyone in the Enchanted Forest still remembered Emma and Henry because the Savior Curse still existed- they all remembered the Savior. They were able to go back and get her and recreate the bridge between our worlds because Emma was still the Savior. Once the Savior Curse is gone, everything will be wiped out. Everyone will forget that the Savior existed, and why she existed. All the fairytale characters will return to their world where their stories will play out, and all the characters from our world will begin to lead a normal life.

That life for Emma and Regina could very well be together. It’s not guaranteed, but it would certainly explain why the writers have made an effort to keep Emma and Regina apart in Storybrooke while maintaining a certain amount of tension between them- because their story isn’t meant to play out in Storybrooke. It would also explain why it’s not a topic of conversation for any of the writers or actors- it’s a major plot point,  and talking about it would be a spoiler. Lastly, Adam Horowitz said himself that they weren’t queerbaiting:

If they’re planning on having Regina be a part of Emma’s new life free from the Savior curse, then technically this isn’t a lie.

But could they make it so that Emma and Regina’s relationship is merely as platonic co-parents in the real world? Of course. But at the end of the day we would still be right: Swan Queen would still technically be endgame, and it’s still a hell of a lot better than Captain Swan.

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.

strawberry

if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

the endless winter

how much longer do I have to wait
how many more nights do I have to stay awake
to see you
to meet you

Summary: Your whole life has been plagued by the sight of gray: cold and lonely and unbearably plain; you thought you were the exception to a system of fate and destiny that brought two people together. That is, until your favorite Kpop group undergoes their first international tour.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Idol/Fan AU + Soulmate AU (the one in which colors get brighter and brighter than closer you are and fade into gray when they’re too far)
Word Count: 11,869
Author’s Note: This was an idea I originally had for Hopeless Hearts, but it didn’t feel right in comparison to what Hopeless Hearts has become now. I knew I wanted to write something for Jimin again so this idea came back to me with more details and it just felt… right.

ALSO thank you Katie aka @minsvga for reading my outline and basically letting me talk you through the entire plot and letting me update you whenever I hit different word counts.

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You always thought you were broken—a failed outcome of a nearly flawless structure that has bounded and tied two people together since the very creation of human beings. You had heard of those special cases, of people who just saw gray their entire lives no matter how many oceans they covered and no matter how far they traveled, no matter if they searched the deepest corners or sought out the tallest mountains. You’ve heard of people in which distance wasn’t the problem—it was just them. Their existence had been doomed from the moment they were born, to live their life in monotone quality. Quite literally too, in fact. Knowing that there would be no one waiting for them on the other side as they slowly ventured through, never knowing a sunset or a sunrise or the grass—their life like an old film, classic and hazy and left behind.

For the first seventeen years of your life, the thought of just not having a soulmate was something that you didn’t necessarily think too deeply about. Some of your friends were of equal level to you, basking in the gray plaguing your line of sight. Albeit, there were a small handful who caught glimpses of red and yellow and blue, all of which were tinged in gray, during the duration of high school. And then there were an even smaller handful who were immediately gifted with the sight of the rainbow right out of the gate—their soulmates are the ones they end up going to prom with or are in the running for best couple in the yearbook, or other varying degrees of gross shit like that.

At a young age, the idea and concept of a soulmate, the concept of forever, was far too grand and far too wide to understand or grasp entirely. It also just seemed much too gross for you to want to understand. The thought that there was someone out there made just for you? Preposterous.

For the first seventeen years of your life, you didn’t really care. And you knew there were many others like you who shared that same belief system. No one wanted to have to settle down too early.

But none of you understood the true gravity of what it would be like to finally find your soulmate and the sensation of experiencing something you had been deprived of your entire life—henceforth you continued not caring, not knowing what you were missing out on in spite of everyone gushing endlessly about it.

Finding one’s soulmate has always meant to be a personal experience, something that could never be replicated or repeated—for a soulmate is supposed to provide as a ‘one and only’ occurrence; something that people could talk about yet not understand unless one had also uncovered the discovery of what would follow upon meeting a soulmate.  

For the first seventeen years of your life, the art of ignoring those type of conversations shared between parents and girls who thought they were better than anyone else gradually started to become second nature to you. Yes, you could grasp that meeting your soulmate was going to mark a momentous occasion in your life, but was it really that important? You were going to meet him eventually, so what was the point of rushing through everything?

You were going to meet your soulmate eventually.

Right?

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Someone gave my mom an old photo album. I really wish they hadn’t…

by reddit user sleepyhollow_101

Every once in a while, something very interesting will come into my mom’s library.

We live in a small town, so people often go to the library for answers, knowing that my mother has an extensive background in researching things like history and genealogy. Those are the people we get most often, actually: people with questions about their own family history. Oftentimes they’ll come in with partial records and ask my mother to fill in the gaps. She’s always more than happy to do it. Not only is she good at it, but it also serves as an acceptable reprieve from the relative boredom of small-town life.

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this is my gift for @defractum for the @aftgexchange valentine’s day round! one of your prompts was an urban fantasy au and holy hell i am weak for it so here:

Modern covens aren’t like the old-fashioned ones, but the Fox Coven is more unconventional than most. For one thing, they don’t live in one giant den of iniquity in a backwater town, close to the trees and the moon and what-the-fuck-ever-else.

To be fair, Andrew’s lot does live in a small den of iniquity, forced into close quarters by promises drawn far tighter than blood. But it’s a city apartment, at least. Probably closer to the moon, and definitely further away from the wild animals covens attract like crazy.

What it does mean is travel. Covens are by nature tightly knit, and even the Monsters aren’t immune. That necessity is what sees Andrew - and, of course, Kevin - travelling three quarters of the way across the city to Renee and Allison’s townhouse on a bitter cold Tuesday afternoon.

Renee’s taste for pretty and Allison’s for pink means their two-bedroom in the suburbs looks just like a gingerbread house. It’s in contrast to the wards, which are blood-bound and harder than stone to anyone with the senses to feel them. Knitted in to them are Andrew’s own speciality, centred in the gardens and asleep with winter peace.

Except, when Kevin and Andrew approach, they aren’t asleep. The roses are whispering loud enough even Kevin can probably hear them, murmuring of their taste for blood underneath their repetition of Andrew’s command to wait and hold. They’re sentinels, all thorns and hunger, nurtured by Andrew from seedlings and planted here for just this purpose.

Allison’s in the doorway, confined to the front stoop by the sudden explosion of rose vines across what was a beautifully manicured lawn. The captive in the centre of the thorns has gone still - they never fight for long, with the threat of inch-long thorns aimed at eyes and all the other tender spots. They aren’t designed to kill, only capture, and maim a little if necessary.

They shiver and retreat from Andrew’s touch, quiescing. Like all plants, they resist against anything that isn’t growth, but Andrew never has to ask twice. Only the centre-most vines remain, curled around wrists and ankles like manacles, to reveal their prize ward-breaker.

And there - there’s a surprise.

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Lancelot

@timcanpy-the-golem hopefully this is good!

-Lotor was proud that they decided to call him in

-for the most part, they had kept him out and away from everything, because while he was smooth and did have potential, a thing or two almost always went wrong

-but Lotor was ready to move past that. it had been years since the last time he was in charge and he was going to show everyone that he was ready now

-he plans and plans and plans. once he was sure that nothing could go wrong, he decides it’s finally time to put it in action

-everything was great until it was time for him to meet the paladins

-he had them trapped in a room that he was about to enter and demand them to lower the force fields around the castle and lions

-as he walked in he could see the fear and confusion. everything was going exactly how he- wait dang, the one in blue is h o t

-he ends up tripping and falling right onto a tied up Lance

-he quickly stands up and hopes to move past it as if nothing had happened but he can’t think of anything to say because he was mentally screaming

-Lotor’s too distracted by the way the blue paladin was looking at him in disgust, and the other galra try to take over, but the paladins end up getting away

-a couple of days passed and Lotor’s on a planet in hopes of forgetting and moving on

-guess who shows up

-Lance sees him from behind and starts to flirt

-Lotor realizes that Lance thought he was female and turns around and makes it clear that that was not the case, ignoring the pangs in his heart

-Lance is shocked originally because this is a dude, a galra dude, but hey, this guy is hot, and there are some good galras such as Keith and the Blade of Marmora so as long as he’s not gonna punch him Lance’ll continue

-Lotor wonders why Lance doesn’t recognise him and realizes that he wasn’t wearing his armor and helmet anymore

-Lance notices Lotor’s face and is all, ok I think I’m bothering this guy too much I’ll just go

-but as he’s leaving Lotor gives some sort of really smooth pick up line and Lance is like, “dang”

-Lotor continues to be super smooth and “accidentally” continues to run into Lance peacefully and they start dating

-but when he’s in his armor with the galra he messes up and hopes no one will kill him out of anger

-the other galra go with it and just pretend that Prince Lotor is some other guy that is leading from afar (so they don’t die of embarrassment)

-one day they don’t even let him come to “help”

-he sneaks in anyway, and Haggar is using magic to bring out Lance’s insecurities

-Lotor panics and subtly takes out Haggar by leading the other paladins to her

-but they’re off fighting Haggar and Lance is still crying in the corner and Lotor sneaks over to him

-he’s still in his armor but he doesn’t care

-he helps Lance and tells him how much he’s needed, about how the galra saw Lance as just as much of a threat as the rest of the paladins are

-Lance worries because now he has a crush on TWO galra and Allura’s gonna be mad, and he already has a boyfriend (lol, Lotor is Hannah Montana)

-Lotor realizes that this paladin doesn’t even recognise him as the galra he knew, but was nicer to him than any other galra ever was just because he helped Lance

-Lotor is thinking about it and realizes that he wants to help Voltron

-it’s really awkward at first

-I mean, this dude is smooth and knows how to get what he wants but manipulation is not something a good guy does

-he tries tho (“why am I so bad at being good‽‽”)

-he finally sees the team again and he talks to them

-at first, they’re all like, “well yeah, ok, we have’t seen this guy do anything bad”

-he lets it slip that he was that clumsy galra, aka Prince Lotor (like when Zuko accidentally says he sent Combustion Man)

-trust is g o n e

-except for Lance, he remembers how nice he was when Haggar had gotten to him (when Aang remembers how Zuko was the Blue Spirit)

-he ends up saving them from a fake Prince Lotor that the galra were trying to trick the team with (Zuko saves them from Combustion Man)

-trust slowly comes back with everyone except for Allura (Katara)

-Allura had tried to convince Lotor to be on the good side when the war had started (“I was the first one to trust you, back in Ba Sing Se”)

-I don’t know how he fixes that, but he does with a magical field trip

-Lance and Lotor’s realtionship is going great, and Lotor makes sure Lance knows he’s loved

…and idk what else because I have never dated anyone in my life so…

I also have no idea how to do Lotor. I just know that he’s smooth but I only remembered that in the middle so this might just be crap idk

beastcallisto  asked:

My question is a bit related to the ethnicity based magic question. The setting is zombie post apocalypse northern USA, the protags are mostly poc with mixed heritage (afroamerican/Ethiopian, korean\white, afroamerican/Irish + one white character). They all experience a disconnect to their root's, but when low level magic returns to the world, I want gods close to their personality, NOT their roots, to teach them. I. E. a Norse god teaches a black char & vice versa. Would that be OK?

Cultural Disconnect, Taught by Gods from Other Cultures

>>  They all experience a disconnect to their root’s, but when low level magic returns to the world, I want gods close to their personality, NOT their roots, to teach them. 

That’s not a “but.” That continues the pattern of them all being disconnected from their roots.

A non-Scandinavian-diaspora girl in the zombie apocalypse being helped by a supernatural figure significant to her own traditions and the same girl being helped by Freya or some other Norse god are two entirely different stories. (Or a Swedish-American being helped by Freya vs. by Venus.) The not-their-culture god just continues the disconnect from their heritage plus serves as a kind of invalidator of some cultures, whose religions hold that the other ones don’t count.

Plus, why is the spirit from their own culture not good enough to help them? I understand what you mean about personalities, but most cultures with polytheism have a variety of different personalities to pick from. For example, if I am kind of a clever trickster outsider I get paired with Loki and if I’m bold and brave I get paired with Thor, but other cultures with lots of gods to pick from would ALSO have a trickster and a brave character.

In other words, there are probably supernatural figures close to their personality AND their roots lurking within world mythology, and readers within the culture may think “Why didn’t they just use Freya?” if your character is of Nordic heritage and you used Venus instead. (Sorry that my examples are so Eurocentric.)

–Shira

Continuing on the topic of cultural sensitivity, I’m noticing a glaring omission: Natives.

You have to remember that all of the people you’re putting on this backdrop do not actually come from the area they’re living in. So if you start omitting Natives, then you’re basically saying “magic can now colonize, too”. 

I get that you’re not going to change around the whole population of an area, considering the Northern USA is a mix of a whole bunch of ethnicities. But it rings really false to me that magic is returning to the land and there not even being a hint of Native people getting their ownership back.

Like, I get that I’ve talked about how exhausting it is to have Natives= land magic, and I still stand by that. But when you consider how intimately Natives and land magic are tied in the real world, it gets a little eyebrow-raising to see “magic returns to the land” and there being absolutely nothing about Natives.
I’m not saying there needs to be an all-Native cast here. I’m saying that it would be continuing colonial legacy to ignore original ownership of who first settled on the land under their feet. It doesn’t have to be much, but I would much prefer something.

And please do not “fix” this by having Native religions/deities pick members of your pre-existing cast. Native religions are closed to only those who are within the tribe. If you do want a Native person in your cast, pick somebody who is actively aware of their identity and the responsibility that comes with their identity. Non-Natives should never, ever, ever be the authority over Natives, especially when it comes to their own religion. As Shira said, having gods from other cultures come in to teach people their ways continues disenfranchisement.

Just something to consider.

~Mod Lesya

Please consider the historical and current relationships between the source culture of the character being taught and the source culture of the being doing the teaching.  It’s unfortunate but nonetheless true that there have existed and still exist power and cultural dynamics between nations and societies that could make such mentor/mentee relationships awkward, to say the least, due to colonialism, religious conversion, or economic exploitation.  For instance, if it were me in this position and the “god” or being teaching me were, say, the English image of St. George or something, I can tell you may reaction would almost definitely be “oh boy, an Indian being lectured to by a Brit… again." 

There are a billion Indians in this world; we survived and thrived; so imagine how much more pronounced that feeling would be when the mentee character is from a culture who was almost wiped out by people from another nation who worshipped or invoked the mentor character.  There are so many ways that it can go wrong.

So there are certain mentor/mentee pairs for which this would be all kinds of nope and others for which it’s less off-putting.  In those latter cases, think about the ways that exploring the teachings delivered by that god or being might prompt the mentee character to rediscover and connect with their own heritage.  I realize it’s postapocalyptic and good research material might be hard to come by in-universe, but if a character knows that they are of a certain heritage, they may become curious about the philosophy and worldviews that come from those people.  Maybe this sounds a little bit tribalistic but different peoples throughout history have often explored similar ideas, either by way of shared history or cultural contact, or even independent innovation, and learning about ideas in a different culture can be an avenue to exploring similar ideas in one’s own, in way that comes off as seeming less contrived and allows the character to reconnect with that culture.  

For example, if a Celtic god starts talking about transmigration of souls, it might prompt a Korean character to explore Korean Buddhist notions of reincarnation—it’s a similar germ of an idea from a divergent source, but it can be explored from a perspective that is more intrinsic to the character rather that being foisted on them by an outside force.  This makes it more of a honest exchange than a "schooling,” and gives agency to your characters of color when the “god’ in question may be of European origin.

–Mod Nikhil

symbio-ratio  asked:

So I just saw something that threw part of my perspective of Undertale for a loop and I wanted to ask you about it. So, we know Gaster was the original Royal Scientist and that he fell into the CORE and was erased from all the timelines. Gaster is the case of falling into the CORE we notice, but what if he wasn't the first nor the last? What if there were monsters falling into the CORE everyday and no one knew cause they were constantly being erased from existence? Is that possible?

(undertale spoilers) 

First and foremost, a brief disclaimer. Due to the nature of W. D. Gaster’s inclusion in the game, most theories regarding his life, work, and subsequent shattering through time and space are very difficult to adequately verify because of a lack of canon information. This, among other things, include the very popular fan notion that Gaster’s disappearance is directly related to the CORE. While it’s easy to make that logical leap, thanks to knowing the CORE was his project to begin with, this is never directly stated, but at very best implied.

With that out of the way, let’s get to the question at hand. Unfortunately, basing everything purely on what is explicitly said in the game, this cannot be verified by any means. Nobody really knows whether Gaster truly vanished in the CORE, as while he is said to have fallen into his creation, another follower offers a slightly different version:

Because of this, while it may be true that the CORE caused his disappearance, there is also another variable at play here. The follower in question very openly insinuates that whatever happened was tied to some kind of accident, during one of Gaster’s experiments. This could be backed by the elusive second Entry #17.

ENTRY NUMBER SEVENTEEN
DARK DARKER YET DARKER 
THE DARKNESS KEEPS GROWING 
THE SHADOWS CUTTING DEEPER 
PHOTON READINGS NEGATIVE 
THIS NEXT EXPERIMENT
SEEMS
VERY
VERY
INTERESTING

WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK

What may possibly be the experiment that led to his demise is mentioned a second time in this entry. Because of this, it is very likely that even if the cause of shattering was the CORE, the incident wouldn’t have occurred (or would have ended differently), if this unknown experiment had not been conducted.

Additionally, nothing actually states that he is erased from the timelines. He “vanished without a trace” and “shattered across time and space,” but that doesn’t meant he was erased from existence. Considering the followers still talk about Gaster, it’s clear that he is still remembered. One of them even says that “Asgore took so long to hire a new Royal Scientist” because of Gaster’s brilliance. Another also implies that Gaster is still around and listening.

It seems that Goner’s Kid dialogue about a world that “functions perfectly without you” is taken as Gaster’s thoughts, due to a popular idea that Gaster somehow speaks through Goner Kid. However, the only connection between Gaster and Goner Kid is the gray color scheme that matches the Gaster Followers. Otherwise, there is nothing else in the game’s context that gives the two a connection.

[shaky off-tune kazoo version of the jaws theme playing in the distance]

Hello, everyone.

First of all, I’m so incredibly sorry for just vanishing for more than half a year, especially because I realized my last post was about a hospital stay (which I did mention was harmless, but probably still looks pretty ominous as a last post.)
I feel terrible for making people worry, especially since there’s already enough upsetting stuff happening :c 

To be honest I’m a little nervous writing this post right now after being gone for so long, but I really wanted to give a life sign! This weekend I finally checked my inbox, and I was incredibly touched by all the sweet messages. I can’t get back to everyone so let me just thank all of you who sent messages or replies, or even just thought about me! I cannot put into words how much it means to me ;-; It made my heart hurt in a good way, and I hope good things happen to you!

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She’s Perfect

Originally posted by anatheowl


Request from Anon : Hi I was wondering if you could write something about a Metamorphi magi! reader x Newt? They meet for the first time at Tina’s and Queenie’s apartment and the reader finds Newt attractive and her hair changes red (its normally brown) and Newt wonders what the color means.

Word Count : 2823

Part 1 : You’re Different
Part 2 : She’s Beautiful

A/N : I’m alive! Haha I’m so sorry about the delay guys, I hope you like it! 
Something to keep  in mind though, I switch between POVs a little bit in here, it’s mainly Newt with a sprinkle of Y/N. 
Oh and if you’re wondering why her hair keeps changing different colors, I thought I’d use the color to represent how she’s feeling/thinking so here’s a little cheat sheet : 
Auburn Brown - Newt (LOL)
Grey - confusion
Blonde - caution
Red - love


Newt looked back at his friends utterly confused and slightly hurt about what just happened. Jacob equally as confused as Newt, he was having a nice conversation with Y/N when the mood turned sour. Maybe he was talking about himself too much.

Queenie placed a hand on his knee and gave him a reassuring smile. “It wasn’t you, honey.”

“Then what was?” Newt looked at her with determination in his eyes. He wanted to set this right but he needed to know what he’d be apologizing for first. He turned to Queenie because he knew that she’d have the answers to his dilemma. Being a legilimens, she must have heard Y/N’s thoughts. “Please…I need to know.”

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McElstuck Classpects (So Far)

I don’t have all of them because I’m simply not familiar with some of the players. Also just went over possible players, not all of em have to be there. Anyways, here’s what I got.

  • Grifin
    • Bard of Light: He needs the codpiece it’s the only way. His story-weaving prevalent in many different pieces of content could fit with the vibes of a traditional fantasy bard, but fuck it, I’ll admit it, the outfit is just really funny. He needs it. He needs the goof. Now for the light part: look, a bard “invites destruction through aspect/allows for destruction of aspect.” Light is about fortune and knowledge. I think that fits pretty damn well, most prevalent in TAZ but honestly? I get that vibe from him in a lot of things. He has the knowledge of games (especially Bethesda) that allows (invites) him to destroy them even more thoroughly.
  • Travis
    • Knight of Hope: He is an optimistic, friendly boy whom I love, and I trust. Did you see his mentorship with the Teens? He is supportive and believes in them and a knight takes advantage and fights with their aspect. A valiant, noble agent of hope, of belief. A good man. He does a hit sometimes, yes, but he apologizes. That’s just the knight-y tendencies coming through a little more. And everyone learns from the experience. Don’t do a hit! (Addendum: All HS knights “hide their innermost selves.” Travis may be hiding his true strength, his true power, his capacity for destruction since he does not want to hurt anyone.)
  • Justin
    • Heir of Blood: Blood’s all about camaraderie, and in this case with his bros it’s very literal. There isn’t much solid lore behind heirs, but they seem to be surrounded by their aspect in some way, speculated to “protect themselves with,” “become,” or “receive” the aspect. In Justin’s case, his relationship to his brothers is an essential part of his life, not just because of blood relation but also because of their bonds of friendship. As the oldest bro, it makes sense for him to embody such values.
  • Clint
    • Rogue of Life: He literally, in a way, gave the boys life. Life also pertains to his role in TAZ, or at least the role he’s SUPPOSED to have, and the safety he contributed to his town through Peace on the Playground. I was struggling with the class and settled on Rogue, but that’s still up for debate. And I’m not saying he’s going to kill anyone (that’d be more thief-y), but there was that story of him POSSIBLY killing that guy in college and selling (redistributing) all his stuff, or whatever. He also “distributes” country music via radio, which I’m sure some people see as life.
  • Nick
    • Seer of Space: Originally I felt strongly about him being a Breath player, but after going over descriptions again, Space is undeniably fitting of his role in Car Boys; they’re concerned with “the size of things and their velocity, and their existence in relation to physics” which is basically Car Boys? Dimension, creation. The whole deal with frogs, and Nick DOES greatly enjoy Kero Blaster, starring a frog. Seers “use knowledge to coordinate their team,” which I feel he does since he’s established that the workings of playing beamNG.Drive are VERY finicky and require a depth of experience. He coordinates the show quite well, and certainly uses all the little intricacies to his advantage. TTS is based around him identifying mods, which are quite obvious at times, but still humors seer tendencies. In a fairly literal sense.
  • Porter
    • Mage of Time: Okay, I’ll admit, I originally landed on time because of the thought process that went this boy->music/DJ->Dave Strider. But that’s okay, because it works, especially with Nick as space. The boy’s aesthetic caters more to space or maybe void, but works with time because of the theme of reality-bending and alternate universes. Time players are shown to have interests in death and destruction in some way, which this boy has DEFINITELY got with his prominent obsession with worlds ending in unique ways. Especially game worlds, and a huge part of time players is….the responsibility of destroying a game world. A mage possibly “gives up their aspect to gain knowledge of it,” which also just kinda Feels Right for a buncha reasons. Plus, mages are regarded as the counterparts to seers, so there’s even more connection between him and his bro.
  • Russ
    • Page of Mind: I’m mostly going off of his LAC-persona, but that makes it all the more fun. Mind is concerned with decisions and their consequences, which Russ has some…interesting history with. A page’s untapped potential ties into his development in decision-making over time. Given, a lot of his decisions were based off of Doug (and the plot of LAC definitely has to play a part in this AU with the whole patron troll thing because uhhh how could it not it’s too good) but that could just be the push he needed to become his true self.
  • Tara
    • Witch of Void: Remember Basketball Ignoring Simulator? She turned their game into a game about nothing, about doing nothing, a void, and despite the efforts of the boys and it being THEIR podcast they couldn’t stop it. They couldn’t. She was simply too powerful. Witches “manipulate” or “unlock,” which is certainly what she did here. She was one of the last members of Rev3 before it died out (became a void?) but she was there til the end, both trying to keep it from its void-y fate (“manipulate”) while also finally deciding when to let go (“unlock”). And I’m not sure how to tie in her appearance on PoolGames, Inc. in which she sat in a hot tub drinking various types of alcohol, but it feels like it fits with the classpect, in some way. Witches may break the rules of their aspect, and while I’m not sure exactly how, I do feel like she’s breaking some void rules and choosing what parts of the aspect she wants (also a witch thing). Maybe my inability to pinpoint these reasons is part of why she’s a void player. Who knows.
  • Simone
    • Knight of Heart: Heart encompasses soul, motivations, emotions, and possibly attraction. Let’s focus on the last two. Two of Simone’s videos focus on her asking strangers on the street about a) which Joy-con is Sexier, and b) which Pokemon they would date. (Kinda horny things that are also definitely a theme with her.) Very, very focused on emotion and attraction. She brings motivation into it, too, by asking why. A knight “exploits their aspect as a weapon,” and honestly? She really drilled into those people. I wouldn’t say attacking, but it’s got that Vibe, and honestly a lot of these are based on Vibe. She’s also just a funny and honest/open girl in ways that strike me as a heart player. She is, of course, quite jumpy and scared of spooky games, and is quite controlled by her uhhh Feelings during them and voices such. But, she is shown to enjoy them nonetheless, the kind of courage one might associate with a knight. She could grow into it even more; room for character development. Knights also conceal their true selves; she’s suggested that despite her fear of horror games, she absolutely loses it in the moment when playing it. Gets buckwild. Maybe that’s it.
  • Rileigh
    • Maid of Heart: I haven’t listened to Still Buffering, but from what I know, she is a Teen and a sweet, sweet girl. Maids may be connected to sylphs, drawing a connection between her and her older sister; they’re also speculated as “made of,” “provider of,” or “protects with” aspect. Heart is the soul or essence of being, and her podcast is all about Being a Teen, something that everyone struggles, struggled, or WILL struggle with at some point in time, and is arguably essential to not only one phase of life but the entirety of one’s life itself. The time in which they learn who they are and find their essence, their soul. The definition of the word “maid” is either a server or an heiress; the former could be a metaphor for how Teens are often controlled by emotions in some way, and the latter could connect to her younger-sisterhood. Thanks, Teen.
  • Sydnee
    • Sylph of Breath: She’s a doctor. It’s a given. Making her life just seemed too obvious, and we already got that one heal-y thing going, but breath is also kind of important to living? I haven’t heard her podcasts, so a lot of this is just based on the Vibe I get. Please help.

I still need help figuring out Dwight, Rachel, and Teresa, plus more depth with Sydnee, since as I said, I’m not as familiar with them and their content and don’t have enough to go off of (like I did with some others here that idk as well).

I’ll update this as it happens!

Tongue Tied

Prompt: Damian has a crush on the reader, but every time he tried to tell her how he feels he gets embarrassed and messes up. Sooo I got a little carried away with this one. I intended it to be short, I swear. >> Damian is probably around 17/18 in this. Hope you like it! ^^ __________________________________________

It was turning out to be a relatively uneventfully day all around. Not that anyone was complaining, patrol had taken a turn south last night and they’d all come home a little roughed up and dead tired, three hours later than planned. None of them were strangers to sleep deprivation, but as nothing was going on anyway the boys had decided to retreat to the den to watch movies for the day. It was Tim’s choice today, which meant that they were making their way through the original star wars movies when you popped your head around the door.
Damian was relieved, quite frankly. Tim’s taste in movies very rarely agreed with him, and he’d been struggling to pay attention for awhile now. The only reason he was still awake was that Tim kept nudging him and attempting to explain parts of the movie to him, and even though he was whispering, Tim Drake would not be ignored when he was on one of his ‘geek rants’.
“Pssssssst,” you whispered, waving at Damian, even though his attention had been on you since you’d appeared. Jason grunted. “You can talk out loud youknow. Nobody’s actually watching this,” “Hey!” Tim shot him a wounded glance, to which Jason just shrugged. Damian raised an eyebrow, motioning for you to continue. “Okay, so. I was down in the batcave, and you know how Bruce wants us all to be well rounded fighters or whatever?” Damian nodded. “Yeah, so I decided I was gonna practice my swordsmanship, and Bruce was down there working on a case or whatever, and well, he says I suck.” You made a face, and Damian snorted in amusement. Trust Bruce to be blunt about these things. Dick chuckled from his position in the armchair, clearly listening in, and you threw him a wounded look.
Thing is, you’d been with Bruce for longer than Damian had, arriving only a little after Tim. And you were still terrible with most weapons. Also, Damian was completely head over heels for you, but that was irrelevant. It just meant that his stomach did an embarrassing little flip at your next words. “Bruce said I should ask you to help me Dami. So um, if you’re free this evening…?” You threw him a pleading look from under your lashes.
Damian, in fact, wasn’t free this evening. He had landed wrong on his ankle last night and twisted it, Alfred had warned him to stay off his feet for the day if he intended on going on patrol tonight. One look at your face though, and that suddenly became completely inconsequential. He nodded. “Of course. Father’s right, a weakness like that could prove fatal on the battlefield.” He was trying for nonchalance, but his voice was gruff. You beamed at him, bouncing over to press a quick kiss against his cheek. “Thanks Dami! I’ll go tell Bruce,” You cheered, already halfway out the door.
Damian’s expression was stoic, except for the uncontrollable blush spreading across his cheekbones. Damn it. Jason gave a low whistle. “Maaaan, you are whipped,” Dick nodded knowingly, and Tim hummed in agreement. Damian gave him a nudge with his foot. It was Tim’s own fault for sitting at his feet. He chose not to acknowledge Jason. It was an old argument, one that always lead to the youngest being incredibly embarrassed. The best defense against this particular topic was to stay silent. His brothers were having none of it, however. “Just tell her,” Dick urged, leaning forward in his seat to look Damian in the eye. “She obviously likes you too. Even Bruce can see it, he’s clearly trying to win you some alone time,“ Damian shrugged. “You cannot be sure of that,” But despite himself he felt something leap in his chest at the prospect. He struggled to push the hope back down. He was the son of the world’s greatest detective, he would have noticed if you liked him in that way. Maybe it was true that you were closer to him than you were the others, but that was just coincidence, he was sure. You simply understood each other, nothing more. Dick saw the momentary flicker of uncertainty on Damian’s face. At last he was getting through that thick skull of his. His next words to his baby brother were casual as he turned back to the movie. “You’ll never know for sure unless you tell her how you feel little wing,” Damian huffed, not dignifying that with a reply. He tried to ignore the sense of truth to what Dick had just said.

To his credit, over the next few days Damian did try. He made the decision that evening during their training session. He had to admit that Bruce was right about your sword skills. If it came to you needing to use one in the field you would effectively be useless. He kind of hated himself for finding that fact almost endearing. But standing behind you, adjusting your grip and stance with careful touches that sent little jolts of electricity through his veins, he realised that this had gone too far for him to be able to ignore it any longer. And when you grinned up at him, he knew it would be worth it. 

 His first attempt was during patrol. Bruce had cleared him to go out despite his ankle, partially because it had healed somewhat since the night before but mostly because arguing with Damian was unnecessarily exhausting, and Bruce was tired enough as it was. It was a thankfully quiet night, and you were seated on the edge of an apartment building rooftop when Damian came over to sit beside you. “Sup Robin?” You greeted easily, swinging your legs over the ledge. “Songbird,” He seemed somewhat uncomfortable, you noted with surprise. “I -” He paused, cleared his throat. “Would you like to see a movie with me?” His face was flushed, and you frowned. Was he not feeling well? You often cuddled up and watched movies together when one of you was under the weather. Well, you cuddled, Damian allowed you to. “Sure, how about in the morning? We can do the whole blankets and popcorn thing. You should probably get some sleep tonight though, you don’t look so great,” You studied him, concerned. He simply nodded at your words, and you swore his face got a little redder. Next thing you knew he was gone, jumping between the buildings with a dexterity you could only admire.

 As it turned out, Damian was not good at this. Which was surprising, to say the least. Words had always been his strong suit, not to mention his father was the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. Regardless of this, whenever he tried to ask you out he turned into a fumbling idiot, mixing up his words and turning tomato red from the neck up. It was absolutely humiliating. He tried to tell you how he felt several times during the next few days. Each time was even more of a disaster than the last. For your part, you found Damian’s sudden inarticulacy around you to be undeniably adorable, but confusing as hell. His newfound tendency to freeze up around you and honest-to-god blush didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the family either. You felt you were being left out of some inside joke when Jason or Tim would snigger at something Damian had said or done. It was perplexing, to say the least. Especially when one morning you walked into the kitchen for breakfast to find Damian seated at the table, pen in hand and frowning down at a piece of writing paper. He didn’t seem to notice your entrance, and curiously you came up behind him and hooked your chin over his shoulder. “Whatcha doing?” “Nothing!” His head jerked up and he snatched up the piece of paper, scrunching it into a ball in his fist. You raised an eyebrow, backing off. “Ohhkay then,”

 As soon as you had left, Damian slammed his head down onto the tabletop. Earlier that morning Alfred had taken pity on his sorry state and suggested that Damian write you a letter instead, seeing as telling you in person wasn’t working out. Damian had scoffed at the idea initially; letters were a cowards way out. Damian was going to be a man about this. Alfred had brought him around to the idea eventually though, hedging that perhaps such means of expressing oneself were for a more refined class only. It had been going well until you had caught him. He was starting to think he was doomed. 

 You had taken to practicing your swordsmanship every day now, and with Damian’s help you were slowly but surely improving. The more competent you became the less of a chore training felt, and to your surprise that night you found you were actually having fun. Damian was his usual confident self with a sword in hand, and now that he was satisfied that your drills were somewhat passable you had taken to sparring. Damian of course always won, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind, not when he seemed to enjoy it so much. You made what you thought was a decent pass with your sword, confident that this time you would disarm him. Instead, Damian easily sidestepped, dodging your blow and lunging forward, knocking your sword from your grasp. The force of the blow unsteadied you and you overbalanced, huffing out a surprised gasp as you hurtled for the floor. At the last second Damian reached out and grabbed your arm, halting your fall. He grinned down at you smugly, and you were suddenly acutely aware of what a mess you were.

 Your hair was coming loose from your ponytail and sticking to your face, as was your shirt. You were out of breath and flushed, while Damian stood there in all his perfection, completely unaffected as he smirked at you. That, you decided, was not okay. Quick, too fast for him to stop you, you kicked out a leg, aiming for his knees. The strike connected and you savoured your partner’s shout of surprise as his legs went out from under him and you both tumbled to the floor. A second later you were both laughing, your limbs tangled awkwardly together. You weren’t quite sure how it happened, but suddenly you became acutely aware of Damian’s closeness, strong arms braced on either side of your head to keep himself from crushing you. His face was mere inches from yours, and when your eyes connected you felt a blush spread across your cheeks that had nothing to do with exertion.

 The next thing you knew, Damian was leaning in, and your lips were pressed together and he was kissing you. Time seemed to stand still for an instant, and then you were kissing him back forcefully, freeing your hands from beneath his body to tangle them in his hair. When you eventually parted, you were both out of breath, and the way Damian was looking at you made your heart stutter. And then he was grinning at you, and you were grinning back, and he leaned in again to steal a chaste kiss. “Would you like to go out with me?” His words were whispered against your lips, and your response was to pull his mouth to yours again heatedly. When you parted this time, there was no hesitation. “I would like that very much,” “Good,” He smirked.

Why the next Elder Scrolls game should be set in Elsweyr

So one of my friends recently asked me some questions about Khajiit religion, and it got me on a Khajiit kick, and I realized I’ve never put my case for the above out into the blackness of the internet. Note I’m not saying other locations wouldn’t be deserving–just that I think Elsweyr, at this particular point in the lore of the universe, is the prime candidate for a game.

What is Elsweyr

Elsweyr is the homeland of the Khajiit. Set in the central south of Tamriel, it borders Cyrodil in the north, Valenwood in the west, and Black Marsh, roughly, in the east. The land itself reflects the dual nature of the Khajiit–the north is a hot, sandy desert inhabited largely by nomadic tribes, while the south is lush and tropical, home to many plantations, with several large cities where most of the population is concentrated. Already, we have the setup for a great world, with lots of visual variety in addition to cultural variety.

Why Elsweyr works so well

  • It has great fodder for dungeons
  • Cyrodil had Ayelid ruins and oblivion gates. Skyrim had barrows and Dwemer Ruins. Elsweyr? Egyptian-style tombs buried in the sands of the dessert, complete with mummified corpses. Delving the south? Ancient temples and ruins from before men or mer were even on Tamriel. It represents a chance to see things older than we ever have before.
  • Crime is widespread
  • Not just the bandit camps, but organized crime–smuggling, drug trafficking, theft, scams. Khajiit carry a reputation as criminals for good reason, and it is likely a game set there would put Skyrim’s plentiful bandit camps to shame.
  • It is visually stunning
  • Vast shifting dunes. Plantations on stilts. Rainforest-like jungles. Great cities and entrenched strongholds. Elsweyr doesn’t just have a great variety of climates, it has a variety of some of the most visually contrasting and appealing climates. This isn’t skyrim where everything is grey, white, brown or green–the foliage alone has all the colors of the rainbow.
  • It’s full of characters
  • Anyone familiar with the Elder Scrolls series knows that Khajiit are often some of the most memorable characters. From their wit to their playful nature, each one is memorable in their own way.
  • They’re visually diverse
  • Khajiit biology is tied to the moons–there are a total of at least 17 kinds of Khajiit, ranging from elves with cat tails to intelligent housecats to man-sized tigers. This means that everyone you meet will be different, and cities full of them will not feel as homogenous and bland as Skyrim’s cities often did.
  • They have a unique philosophy
  • While Khajiit have a version of the monomyth that features many of the Divines we’re familiar with, by and large they worship Azurah, and follow the teachings of a Bhuddist-like philosophy called Ja-Kha’jay. After a game that asked pointed questions about what a deity was in the Elder Scrolls universe, Elsweyr is ready and waiting to ask “What does it matter?”
  • It has a newly relevant ruin with a lot of historical importance
  • If you delved into Skyrim lore, you probably picked up that Talos, who went on to become Tiber Septim, founded the third era by conquering Tamriel, thanks in no small part to a giant bipedal machine called the Numidium, which was powered by the heart of the dead god Lhorkan. The building site of this machine, the Halls of Colossus, was built in Elsweyr, after the Blades forcefully evicted the area of the native Khajiit. Not only that, but at some point during or after the Numidium’s construction, it began poisoning the surrounding area, rendering a large swath of Elsweyr uninhabitable to the present day, with descriptions often recalling radiation poisoning. You do the math; an old, abandoned ruin, once home to the heart of a dead god, now in territory controlled by the Thalmor, who have an expressed desire to achieve deity, possibly at the expense of the mortal world.

Why they work now

  • They’re an outside perspective
  • Though technically part of the Aldmeri Dominion, Khajiit are natives to Tamriel, and are generally skeptical of both elves and men. This makes them an excellent background for a story about the conflict between men and elves, which Skyrim obviously built up. We will get to see not only both sides, but what each side looks like to a people unconcerned with either of them.
  • They’ve never been more accessible
  • Because Elsweyr is now part of the Dominion, it’s been instilled with an influx of Thalmor, trying to control their society and generally being perplexed by their culture. Not only does this provide a great source of conflict for the player to be involved in, it gives the writers a way to showcase the quirks of Khajiit culture without making the game totally alien and unrelatable.
  • They’re the most politically uneasy ally in the Dominion
  • Elsweyr joined the Dominion, not as Elsweyr, but as Anequina and Pelletine, the two countries it was originally formed out of. This is because the Mane, the Khajiit spiritual leader, was assassinated by the Thalmor. The Mane served as a mediator between the two halves of Elsweyr, and without him, the balance between the two fell apart. They both joined the Dominion after it claimed responsibility for ending the Void Nights, but there are several indications that the common folk are unhappy with their new Thalmor rulers. Combine this with a long tradition of Khajiit rebels and nationalists and an old racial conflict with the Bosmer, and Elsweyr is the best place to start for somebody looking to chip away at the power of the Dominion.
  • Its experiencing an identity crisis
  • Anequina. Pelletine. Elsweyr. What is the homeland of the Khajiit? This is a question the Khajiit are very much struggling with right now, and there would be no better time for us to explore a culture than when it is trying to find itself, especially as an outside group (the Thalmor) is trying to force their own culture and religion on them.
  • They’re primed for a player character
  • Their spiritual leader is recently dead. Their country is fractured, their culture under assault, and they very recently spent two years with the focal point of their lives absent. What happens when the type of child you have is determined by the moons and they aren’t there anymore? Is it random? Does it go on as normal, but without a reference? Are all the children stillborn? In any case, it’s mass panic at best, and there would be a great deal of lingering trauma over that. To put it in the simplest terms, the Khajiit have the most problems that could be addressed by a legendary hero coming in and shaking things up.

I know you want to go to Alinor and punch the Thalmor in their faces. I know Black Marsh has undergone several radical, often concerning changes. I know Valenwood is fantastically interesting, as are the lands beyond Tamriel. 

But have you considered going Elsweyr.

Jung’s Ti, Abridged

These articles are an attempt to condense Chapter X of Psychological Types into a more readable format. I’ve tried to stay as true to the original texts as possible. Enjoy!

Foreword

Introverted Thinking

Introverted Thinking is mechanistic reasoning guided by subjective tendencies that have their roots in the collective unconscious. This subconscious influence might manifest as a vague sense of structure that guides logic, or a more or less complete idea that only needs to be intellectually formulated. In either case, the theories that Ti creates aren’t derived from external facts, however much the Ti type would like that to be true in the name of being “objective”. The idea has its roots in the psyche, and facts are only used to confirm it or provide evidence of its validity.

However, Ti has the dangerous tendency to give the subject too much credit, at which point it might twist and mangle the facts to fit a subjective theory, or ignore them completely and engage in a kind of intellectual fantasy. This Thinking starts to show a mythological streak, the result of its basis in the collective unconscious. The strong convictions of the Ti type come from the evolved validity of these “eternal truths”. However, their value is lost as long as the Ti type neglects to link them up with objective facts and ideas.

Over-introverted Ti risks creating ideas that say nothing real or relevant. By contrast, over-extroverted Te risks becoming nothing more than stating the facts. Ti says, “I think, therefore I think,” while Te says “It is, therefore it is”. If this intensification continues, the Ti type’s outer life goes to another function in the unconscious, usually Feeling. His relationships with people and things will be infected by childish complexes, fears, anxieties, and the negativity characteristic of the unconscious.

The Introverted Thinking Type

This type pursues his intellectual goals like the Te type, but inward instead of outward, going after thoroughness and clarity instead of applicability or relevance. Like all introverts, he has a strained relationship with the outer world. With people, for example, he gives off the impression of being anywhere from indifferent to avoidant. He might be polite, amicable, and kind, but his subtle uneasiness shows a subconscious desire to pacify the outer world and its troublesome influence.

His neglect for the outer world and his inability to communicate his inner thoughts makes him prone to misunderstandings, which only get worse if, in order to compensate and fit in, he builds up a persona with the help of his inferior functions. Although he never shies away from following an unorthodox or dangerous thought to its logical conclusion, he gets extremely anxious when it comes to bringing his ideas into reality. When he does, he dumps them there without any special presentation – in his mind they are right, and everyone should see that. It doesn’t help that his work is full of doubts, saving clauses, and all kinds of precise technicalities. He has trouble seeing that while his logic might be clear in his head, it can be totally incomprehensible to others.

In his personal relationships, he either doesn’t talk much or is regularly misunderstood. He’s often awkward, and anxious to avoid being noticed, or else childishly naive and unconcerned about how he comes across. Casual acquaintances might see him as antisocial, prickly, or arrogant, but the people closest to him know and value his intimate side. In his field of interest he sparks violent controversy, which he has little clue of how to deal with, and he struggles as a teacher, since he’s more interested in the material itself than in presenting it to his students.

The more he cuts himself off from the outer world, the deeper his theories might get, but he’ll be increasingly unable to express them and relate them to the objective world. What’s more, they’ll inevitably be poisoned by the unconscious bitterness, emotionality, and touchiness brought on by his isolation. His Thinking is no longer creative, but destructive, and he responds to criticism of his work with viciously personal remarks. He thinks withdrawing more and more into solitude will solve his problematic relationships, but it only increases the destructive internal conflict.

So basically you can’t talk to @mittensmorgul about anything, or it just goes all

And in this case it’s trying to explain, like, the ENTIRE tangled web behind the whole “crypt scenes” thing and why we even call it that when it starts with a thread beginning in 1x22 with John throwing off Azazel to save Dean, and ends up with me yelling at my screen when a tan-coat-wearing brainwashed dude answering to a heaven-like organisation is waving a gun at some random hunter whose only crime is being adorable and loosely romantically connected to Sam, and declaring it Prime Destiel Subtext.

This is the wire tangle in my brain that explains it :P 

Details under the cut with the image above just so you can visualise all the bits of string, I guess, unless you can read my handwriting (on a browser, anyway, you can click the image to get it in a pop out, then right click, view in a new window, and view it in life size, and I used a LARGE sketchbook for it so life size is big ass spaghetti ramblings), in which case you get a prize. 

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What if Hannah's alive? (Theory for Season 2)

So everyone has been talking about Netflix’s new original series Thirteen Reasons Why based off of Jay Asher’s bestselling book of the same name. Now a lot of people are coming out with their own theories on how the series could continue since we are left with an open ending with Clay and Tony driving off after skipping class with Skye and Tony’s boyfriend, Brad. 

There have been several theories circulating around like how the lawsuit will play out, Jessica’s rape going to trial, etc. But questions still remain like: who got shot, why does Justin need all that money AND a gun? Is Tyler going to become outcast turned school shooter? This show basically covers a lot of social conversations that need to be addressed, from bullying to mental illness, domestic violence, rape, gun control, gun violence, the list goes on people. 

Something I feel some people may have missed: since we’re preoccupied with the ending cause holy shit there’s a lot of guns suddenly in this show and someone got shot! I feel this distracts us from something that may lead to a great storyline for a (possible) season 2. 

Now for those of you familiar with the original novel, you know that at the end of 2016 going into 2017 Jay Asher released the Special Edition: 10th Anniversary version of Thirteen Reasons Why. Not just some marketing ploy but at the end of the book it includes the original ending Asher thought. 2017 version begins where we left off: Clay at school the day after sending the tapes. As seen throughout the series, Clay stares at Hannah’s locker. In this case,Clay is  standing in front of Hannah’s memoriam of a locker when he’s told Hannah actually survived and is recovering in the hospital in a psychiatric unit where she’s getting the help she needs.

Now the major difference in the book vs. the series (besides a more intense and in depth storyline between Hannah and Clay) they changed how Hannah would die. Hannah instead of OD-ing on pills (which since her parents own a pharmacy I feel that would’ve worked the same but whatever), she slits her wrist. 

Okay so I’m a nursing/pre-med student so I’m like a stickler for medical accuracy. Generally it takes a person to bleed out from a major artery (e.g. carotid artery in your neck). Hannah having slit her wrists (i.e. the radial artery) it actually takes longer when you factor in certain details, like blood pressure, depth of cut, temperature of her environment. Now you see Hannah later slumped over in the tub presumably dead and the water has overflowed the tub that the water spills into the hall. Standard bath tubs hold 30-50 gallons of water and takes about 10-15 to reach maximum capacity to which it begins overflowing. Because of the chemical structure of water, water tends to retain it’s surface area so let’s estimate Hannah was in the bathtub approx. 30-60 minutes. Now here’s the catch: unless you bleed out from a major artery, your body is amazing since it’s goal is to maintain homeostasis (balance of internal mechanisms like body temperature and heart rate), it literally does anything to keep you alive. Before the body gives up (i.e. brain death), your body will keep you alive for as long as possible as it goes into what I’d call “panic mode”: your body goes into shock and you become unconscious to ensure the body doesn’t exert all it’s energy. Think of it as your natural survival mechanism is acting on energy saver mode. And even in the event of brain death or complete exsanguination, there have been cases of medical miracles where people are revived and survive. These cases range from major car accidents to suicide.

How this ties in: Hannah’s mom, Olivia finds Hannah slumped over in the tub, this could mean either: (a) Hannah is dead or (b) Hannah is just unconscious barely holding onto life. The lawsuit the Bakers are filing (since you can make a lawsuit for literally anything these days–note: reasons why we can’t have nice things) could be neglect and extreme emotional distressed caused by Hannah’s (attempted(?)) suicide; if Hannah is alive, this means they could sue the school to cover medical expenses for Hannah’s hospital stay. Since the series doesn’t give us a definitive answer of whether or not Hannah is dead, it’s just hinted (i.e. there’s no funeral service for Hannah); which means Hannah may or may not be dead. Hannah is basically Schrödinger’s cat: she could be alive, she could be dead, this is all dependent on how the producers plan on making season 2, so stay tuned!

Why it’s important: I love this book, this series, and I’m just a sucker for happy endings. Now in the new revised 2017 edition with the original ending, no one knows until last minute that Hannah is still alive– not even Tony. The Bakers kept it a big secret, and if you incorporate this into the series plot line, it would make sense why: to build a better case. The only reason Clay finds out is through news from Courtney Crimsen tells him (*this could be edited to Jessica tells him in the beginning of season 2). Many people like the original ending, it creates conversation about teenage suicide and noticing the warning signs and how bullying often contributes to a person’s suicide. But I think having Hannah survive sends an even bigger message. It shows recovery, redemption, renewal, rebirth. Hannah would get a second chance, Clay can love Hannah. Season 2 (and/or 3) could follow how Hannah is adjusting to surviving her suicide and how she can help others with her story.

With spring break just around the corner and a lot of travel in the foreseeable future, I thought I’d put together something about traveling and productivity. Now, but productivity I don’t mean studying. I’ve tried that and unless I actually have a test the minute I get off the plan, it’s usually miserable. What I mean is: how can I do more than just sitting around and counting the number of people with bags that definitely won’t fit on the overhead compartment? So here’s what I try to do at airports.

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TalesFromYourServer: Diary of a Petty Server: The Meatloaf that Got Away

With great service comes great responsibility.

It comes with the territory, pal. I mean, you’re dealing with one of the most hardcore life-driving forces in the fucking universe here: food. On top of that, you’re tasked with delivering this most sacred of nourishment to people in their most delicate state: hunger.

Hunger makes people do fucking weird shit. Like go to bed without eating and wake up as a different person shit. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hangrey type shit. I’ve seen outbursts of food-related madness that had me cowering in fear, fully expecting a demon made of cockroaches and hellspawn to erupt from a humansuit. I’ve witnessed a man go into apoplectic rage at the discontinuation of his favorite promotion, which led him to rip the offending menu to shreds with an assassin’s coldhearted efficiency. To shreds, you say? Aye, to absolute fucking confetti, which he then promptly stuffed into an innocent raspberry lemonade before bailing.

There’s a certain sort of primal anger that overtakes a person when they’re faced with a culinary crisis. But shit, all the world’s a stage, and all the humans merely players, and I’m about to play your mad hungry ass for a fool. Butter you up like a fucking biscuit and then set the record straight. This is me and you vs. the goddamn world, sir. You’re gonna have the epic experience you came here for if I have to douse hell and burn heaven to do it. That soup is cold? Of COURSE I’ll get you a freshie silly, and I’ll be fucking delighted to do so again in twenty minutes when you next extricate your head from your date’s ass. Your hot tea is too hot? I gotchu sir, I’m bout to beat this boiling water’s ass. There’s a stray piece of okra in your fries? We’re writing the goddamn Governor. And then you tuck them in and give them a binky, and they are none the wiser that you’ve successfully tugged the invisible strings connected to both the heart and wallet. Jedi Master of Bullshit strikes again.

I can deal with any fucker in a bad mood. At some point, you will leave, and you will either be touched by my efforts or utterly unmoved, in which case you were determined to be unhappy anyway. But you will be gone, and I will either chuckle or curse you, and that will be it.

If only Cowboy had gotten angry. That, I could nagivate. This…this was a new beast entirely.

Cowboy is a middle-aged gentleman at Table 122, dressed in a sort of bullrider’s chic. In the couple of minutes I spend with him at our introduction, I learn two things: he loves his horse Whisper, and he really loves our meatloaf. He and Whisper have been driving for six hours to get home from a competition, and for six hours he has impatiently looked forward to his prize. “You don’t understand, ma'am,” he says in a drawl. “I. Love. This. Meatloaf.”

Shit, everyone does, it’s fucking delicious. It’s one of the most popular menu items we have. There are days when I serve no other function than being a fucking choo-choo train for meatloaf plates. The more people love it, the more they order. The more they order, the faster we run out. The faster we run out…yeah, well, we’re still cooking the goddamn things at the same pace. The thing about food, it’s gotta cook.

I’ve already spent a fair portion of the day ruining people’s lives over the lack of meatloaf, and I’m not keen to do so again. I get Cowboy’s drink order, and tell him to think on his sides while I go touch base with the kitchen. I have a come-to-Jesus moment with the grill cook, making him bend down and look me in the fucking eye and tell me we have meatloaf. All’s well. Nine orders left for the night. Breathe a sigh of relief, hit up a sweet tea, scream for the 84th time for someone to bloody PLEASE get the To-Go phone, and make tracks for the table.

Cowboy’s tickled pink once I inform him that yes, sir, you can nom those meaty loaves until Kingdom Fucking Come. He fires off his sides and I get it on the books. Wait there, sir, we’re about to make some magic happen.

I return to the kitchen to enter the order, pleased as fucking punch that one of the lazy shitfritters has finally deemed to answer the phone. They finish up and I whip Table 122 into the system.

The ticket has barely chattered out of the machine when I hear the dreaded shout: “86 Meatloaf for the night!” I fly over to the window, mouth agape in horror…and I will be DAMNED!! Absolutely damned I say! Those lazy no-good ass-sucking To-Go creeps have ordered us out of meatloaf. Nine goddamned To-Go Meatloafs, already posing prettily in a line of black plastic containers. Surely eight of the fuckers could have cut off a tiny slice to assemble a decent hunk of meatloaf!

My panic is palpable. This man has been driving the highway for six fucking hours, with nothing to staunch the loneliness except the thought of our mouth watering meatloaf. I would rather be tied to Whisper, doused in lemon juice, and dragged through a field of cacti than go break the news.

Immediately I begin to think of a way out of this shithole. Do I bat my eyes and flirt up the cook? Jack one of the meatloafs and feign ignorance when questioned? Run shrieking out the back door into the night and never look back? All useless. As useless as the sad plate of okra, mac and cheese, and green beans that sits forlornly in the window, no meatloaf to be found.

Jesus hula-hooping Christ. This shit again.

I’m on the verge of a panic attack when the grill cook calls me over. He’s well aware of my everlasting battle with these pepper and onion stuffed fuckers, and in a fit of gallantry, he has found me a hunk of meatloaf. A smaller hunk than portion size calls for, true, but meatloaf nevertheless. I almost burst into tears at the news, and yes, fucking yes, I’ll comp the whole fucking thing and pay for it myself, as long as this man gets a couple of mouthfuls of his ketchup-coated desire. The cook slides the too-small loaf onto the plate of sides and sells the ticket.

I’m immediately aware of why this meatloaf was not counted in the original tally. I know meatloaf, and this meatloaf is all wrong. Not just small, but shriveled. Dry, crusted along the outside. I could have offered this meatolaf to the Donner Party and they still would have eaten each other. On my honor as a server, I cannot serve this to my guest.

It’s with a heavy heart I journey back to Table 122. Cowboy is smiling pleasantly at me, probably assuming I’m coming to check on his tea or assure him that yes, your meatloaf madness will soon be at an end.

There is no such happy ending.

I have the script memorized by heart. I’m insanely sorry, sir, but due to the fact that this meatloaf is, as you know, the best meatloaf fucking ever, we have unfortunately run out. Normally, there are two routes people take when I inform them that their culinary orgasm is not to be: nonchalant acceptance, or blood-vessel-popping rage.

But this…is new.

The denial sets in first. He stares at me blankly, head cocked quizzically to one side, as though unsure he has heard me correctly. “Are…you joking?”

“No sir,” I reply sadly. “If only Whisper had a few teammates, we could get the Delorean up to 88 miles an hour and go back to just before the To-Go phone rang. Can you believe it? Nine meatloafs spoken for in one To-Go order.”

I hope the half-hearted attempt at humor will break him from the haze, but his face remains impassive. “Nine? Nine whole pieces? In one order?”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, admittedly wrong-footed by the distinct disbelief to his tone. Visions of Whisper galloping alongside a minivan race through my head, and of course in the fantasy Cowboy is victorious, lassoing the whole fucking order through the open window. Reality, it seems, is far more dire.

I gently prod Cowboy for a replacement order; in his catatonic state, he rattles off a robotic backup, and I swear to God and sonny Jesus if we don’t have chicken and dumplings I’m burning this fucker to the ground. Ashes, I tell you!

It’s the fastest ticket we’ve ever sold. I shout down the cooks the moment I step into the back, and you can fuck yourself with the ticket for all I care, B. I’ll ring the bitch in when Cowboy is eating and not a goddamned moment before. Less than a minute later, I present Cowboy with his steaming hot dinner, an extra portion of mac and cheese on the side for good measure. He rouses enough to thank me politely, but shit, if I’d just been fucked by the meatloaf gods in such a cruel fashion, I wouldn’t be up for thanking me. Ten minutes minutes later, he’s to the point of a small smile and nod when I ask if everything tastes good. I top off his tea, leave the check, and sincerely wish him a great night.

I sadly return to the kitchen and join the team packing this thrice-damned meatloaf into the To-Go bags. A beep soon alerts us that the party is here to receive their order, and a coworker grumpily humps the three bags up to the cash stand. I trail out behind him, listlessly sorting menus, when I hear a wordless sound of despair. I glance up and freeze.

Cowboy is standing at the cash register, watching with sad eyes as Coworker pulls out and presents each meatloaf plate to the guest for his approval. Despite the fact that he has already paid, Cowboy waits and watches through the whole debacle. As do I.

As the last meatloaf is approved and paid for, Cowboy nods to the burly man now cradling the three steaming sacks. “Enjoy your dinner,” he says in a pleasant voice.

A god among mortals, this man. My heart cannot take much more…but It must, and as I hesitantly check my credit tips a few moments later, I am overtaken. A $10 tip on an $8 ticket. Over 100%.

Godspeed, Cowboy. Whenever you and Whisper may travel next, I fervently hope that there is meatloaf, more meatloaf than you could have ever dreamed possible.

By: DabblesInDirewolves

anonymous asked:

How would Kuroo, Asahi, and Tanaka propose to their girlfriends?

i got a nasty cold that i was hoping would just be allergies, but that wasn’t the case. ε-(>.<;; hence, why updates were slower this week. sorry, about that, folks. i needed a little pick-me-up and used this for that reason

totally based tanaka’s on how my cousin recently proposed to his girlfriend, which was much cuter than his original plan, if you ask me


Kuroo

  • Basically, he pulls a Jim from The Office where he does something purposefully to make you think he’s going to propose but doesn’t to build suspense for when he actually proposes (i.e., getting down on one knee while saying your name, looking you in the eye, and then going to tie his shoe)
    • But he’s not going to propose at a gas station mini-mart, rest assured.
  • No, you’re at the monthly trivia night at your usual bar. As always, the two of you are way more into it than any of your friends are and you’re tied for first against the one team you always lose to at the last question of the night.
  • You’ve never been more pumped to write down the answer on the dry erase board at a moment’s notice. The game host gets his question card ready and makes everyone wait on baited breath.
    • “Last question of the night. For twenty points: ___…”—You look up at the host clearly confused—“will you marry, Kuroo Tetsurou?” And sure enough while you’re processing that this is actually happening Kuroo’s still sitting right beside you with the ring out.
  • While your giggling uncontrollably, you write down “Yes” on the white board and hold it up for everyone to see.
    • While everyone else is applauding the two of you and cheering, he’s sure to ask again in his own voice and you respond all the same.

Asahi

  • You’re sure he’s already bought a ring, so it’s only a matter of time. Every time you think it might be the perfect chance, though, it doesn’t happen. But you know he’s not the spontaneous type; he’s going to have everything planned and do it in a very romantic setting.
  • It’s after a rough day at work and texting him the whole time, he offers to take you somewhere that will cheer you up once you get home. He doesn’t specify where, but when you ask him he answers with a, “Uh, it’s a… surprise…”
  • This and how clammy his hands are when you hold his on the way there is assurance enough that it’s happening now. Now you just have to wait and see how he does it.
  • It’s so simple, but beautiful: a picnic already set up at sunset into early evening at your favorite park.
  • You can tell he’s incredibly nervous, but he’s keeping it together very well. He takes your hands and thinks over what he’s going to say before slowly saying it. He’s not going to trip over his words and ruin the mood he’s set for the evening.
    • “I know I took longer than I should have to do this, but I needed the weather to warm up enough so that it didn’t get too cold after sunset. So, please, ___, will you marry me?”
    • And god, it’s so cute and sweet and that you start laughing and crying and that makes him start laugh and crying too. Somewhere in there you’ve managed to squeak out a yes.

Tanaka

  • He’s got this planned to a T. He’s going to propose while you’re at lunch with your parents—who are in on the plan—that afternoon.
  • He keeps the ring in his back pocket from the moment he gets dressed in the morning, which ends up being early for him. His excitement woke him up earlier than usual.
  • Tanaka’s ready for the day before you’ve even properly woken up. You’re still in your pajamas and somewhat sleepy while you prepare breakfast.
  • There’s no way he’s going to make it until lunch. The very sight of you makes him swell up with so many emotions. After only a few steps into the kitchen, he gets down on one knee right there despite your back being turned to him.
  • You hear his footsteps and turn to greet him sleepily only to be stopped mid-sentence by the sight of him kneeling and holding up little red box opened with a ring sparkling inside.
  • He doesn’t even say anything and you’re already nodding and trying to remember how to say yes.
    • “Will you m—”
    • “Yes.”
    • “C’mon. You’ve got to let me finish saying it first! ___, will you marry—”
    • “Yes!”
      • He can’t argue with you after that because you’ve tackled him to the ground in an embrace and keep shrieking “yes” with increasing excitement.

It’s WEEK FOUR of Hannah’s Sunday Reading list, and lemme tell ya, I had so much to read this week!! Not complaining - it’s been awesome! I’ve been introduced to so many new authors, and to say I’m excited would be an understatement!!! As a reminder, don’t forget to tag me in future posts, and just in general never be afraid to tag me in anything! Believe me when I say that I love to read all your stuff :-)

Anyway, enough of me rambling. Here’s what I’ve been reading this week:


Profiled by @arewereal3000 (Spencer Reid x Kinsley (OC))
You guys, this is 6,500 words of awesomeness. I am already in love with your OC Kinsley. The bond she seems to have with the team makes me smile so much, and that back story… girl, that’s gonna be juicy!! I’m beyond excited to read more of this, you have no idea. Also, you said this is your first time writing fanfiction in a long time?! You’re a natural, my dear. This was perfect. :-)

Tied Together with a Smile by @original-criminal-fanfics (Spencer Reid x Reader) 
Oh, the fluffy goodness in this beautiful fic! Such a Spencer move to be there for his friends when they get their hearts broken. I’m loving the whole dynamic between Spencer and the reader - as you know, I’m a sucker for the whole “best friends” thing. Lovely written as always, pretty girl.

Seven Years Later by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Mari, you clever girl, you. Spencer’s name in the book… too funny! But this whole thing broke my heart. As much as I wanted the reader and Spencer to get back together, at the same time… I didn’t? I loved the tragic ending and I really don’t think there was any other way to end it. Loved this a lot!

Spencer’s Fury by @spencerreidsmiles (Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez)
YES! Another victim of Reidvez!! Muahaha… This fic made me feel all gooey inside. I can just imagine Luke trying to get drunk Spencer in bed and Spencer rambling on and arguing with him. So in character. I needed some Reidvez fluff in my life and you definitely brought it. Lovely as ever, my friend!

The Perfect Family - Part 6 by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader)
So obsessed with this series. I know that I’ve said that a million times, but I can’t help it - I must let the world know how awesome it is!! I’m patiently waiting for the next part… or not so patiently, I guess… You’ve left me on a cliffhanger and I must know what happens next!!!

Football for Dummies by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x JJ)
I’ve always wondered about this date… I remember the first time I watched the episode where he asked her out I was rooting for them so hard! My guilty pleasure is Spencifer… Jenecer? Idk… Anyway, this was so awesome to read because I can imagine that was exactly how that date went. Made me smile :)

Bubblegum Bitch by @reidbyers (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I can’t even tell you how much I love this reader!! She seems so badass and opposite of Spencer… A match made in heaven. I love that Spencer is wrestling with his feelings so much in this. Poor guy doesn’t know whether to slap her or kiss her. I won’t give away the ending… but just know that I love it so much. :-)

Passive Aggressive Partnership - Series by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Once again, you have outdone yourself with this one, Nicole. The detail and depth in these cases are mind blowing! I for one do not have the patience to seriously think all of that stuff through. And the reader, omg! I love her to bits. I think I’ve said this before, but this series is a masterpiece. If you guys haven’t read it yet, please do!

Second Chance by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I needed this Zugzwang do-over so badly. I loved that Penelope and JJ were in on it this time and helped Spencer get through it. I’m so excited to see where this goes! I could see it going so many different ways… I just hope that your version ends better than Maeve’s. ;-)

Intertwined by @holagubler (Spencer Reid x Reader)
This really touched me. The way the reader felt before Spencer, the way Spencer made her feel… I’m basically just a puddle on the floor right now. This was so beautifully written! Like, I’ve read it over and over again and each time it gets better. You are so so talented, my friend!

Counter Act by @criminal-minds-fanfiction (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Flood warning!!! Your smut is amazing as always. I look up to you with all kinds of writing, but especially smut. You are too good at it! The descriptions, the way everything flows… I envy your skills, Cher! This was too good. I love that you included Penelope into this - she makes me laugh! Also, the title… you crack me up!

Touch by @zugzwangxo (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Oh Lee… are you trying to kill me? You captured how I imagine Spencer in bed perfectly. Sure, he puts on his vanilla front, but I think we all know that he’s a kinky son of a bitch… I also looked up the song and loved it. Your attention to detail is amazing and makes reading everything you write so enjoyable. I don’t know how you do it. The Queen of Smut strikes again!!

Why Are There Letters in Math? by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Reader)
This was so beautifully light and fluffy… I wish I had Spencer as my calculus tutor when I was taking that class! The relationship between Spencer and the reader felt so right. I love the playfulness of the relationship! Once again, you have outdone yourself with all of the details. I don’t know how you do it woman!

Spidey Senses by @imagicana (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I am on the floor. I friggin’ loved this so much!!! It was an interesting twist having it told from Penelope’s point of view. The humor in this was perfect… it made me all giggly inside. I know that you didn’t tag me in this, but I just had to put it on my list. It was too awesome not to be on it. Your writing is so awesome!

Attack by @wrecklessimagine (Spencer Reid x Reader-ish)
This was such a unique read for me that I had to add it to my list. Your writing is always one that I have admired! It’s everything about your writing - the way your words flow together, your word choices, the way you break your paragraphs… I can’t get enough! I would read anything you write. You are so amazing!