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On The Adventure Zone Graphic Novel, Blue Taako, and Representation

 Yesterday, we revealed some pages for our graphic novel adaptation of the first Adventure Zone arc, and received some criticism of the direction we went with for Taako’s coloring. This artwork reveal came some months after the first reveal of some of our characters, for which we also received criticism of our three leads, all of whom were white in these initial designs. Us and the graphic novel team realized that, yes, that is extremely bad, went back to the drawing board, and had several long discussions about how to best rectify this situation, resulting in the artwork revealed yesterday.

More or less all of the criticism we’ve received centers on Taako, whose skin is a pale blue color in these designs. What we’ve heard most is disappointment that Taako is not realized in these pages as a person of color — or, to be more specific, a Latinx or explicitly Mexican character. There was concern we had failed to follow through on an opportunity to get better representation for Latinx listeners, instead opting to take a safe route, and make Taako a fantasy color without any kind of real-world connection. Much of the criticism also focuses on how that color (or, to be more specific, green skin) has anti-semitic connotations.

This conversation was happening in certain corners of our fandom long before the graphic novel art reveal took place yesterday. We’ve heard criticism from some folks over our policy of not having canonical visual representations of any of our characters — a policy that has resulted in a genuinely humbling ocean of fan art, but also some instances of in-fighting between members of the community who take umbrage with one another’s disparate interpretations of these characters. Another criticism of that policy is that it inherently does not foster good representation, and in fact represents a noncommittal way of handling racial representation on this show.

Here’s the truth of the matter: I think all of this comes from this underlying friction between where The Adventure Zone and us, its creators, were when we started doing the podcast, and where we, the show, and you, the community, are at now. 

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ffxiv characters as hostile_goose tweets
  • Warrior of Light: im physically incapable of anything but a blank stare
  • Minfilia: getting real tired of occupying a physical form
  • Louisoix: designing larger, more powerful clone of myself to thrust my spirit into
  • Yda: Squat game immaculate
  • Papalymo: we are but stars. wait for me, demising flares
  • Y'shtola: cat born without eyelids gets a second chance. maybe there is hope for me.
  • Alphinaud: I just feel like everyone cherishes me but no one respects me
  • Alisaie: seems like just yesterday i was in kindergarten, now im at college. soon ill be dead :)
  • Tataru: i need $80
  • Krile: the reason you're here is to expand what you know and to see how your ideas work with other ideas. also to fuck the shit out of each other
  • Urianger: You read books? I fuck books
  • Moenbryda: why
  • G'raha Tia: took a nap now I don’t know where I am
  • Yugiri: i dream of.. one day… being mammalian
  • Gosetsu: where are my sandals
  • Cid Garlond: bleep bloop motherfuckers let's get this future thing going
  • Nero tol Scaeva: dont like ambient music. prefer listening to machinery churning, grinding, releasing plumes of toxic gas. love the sound of progress
  • Gaius van Baelsar: there’s nothing wrong with hate. if you dont hate then you dont truly love something. without hate there is no love
  • Varis zos Galvus: i am goose, king of kings look on my works ye mighty and go fuck yourself
  • Aymeric: 75,000 followers, 0 father
  • Haurchefant: Good morning gentle stallions. Do good things on this great day.
  • Estinien: yeah i got kik. kik you in the head ugly ass motherfucker
  • Ysayle: always consider the possibility and high probability that your entire perception can be misguided and false
  • Edmont: ive done something horrible.. she’s pregnant
  • Kan-E-Senna: Life is kinda like a salad but a lot less healthy; a leafy chewing experience that you die from
  • Nanamo Ul Namo: not tall enough to reach the webcam for skype
  • Raubahn: i used to have arms
  • Lolorito: I eat money but only because it makes me look cool and fresh in front of the teenagers smoking weed at my park.
  • Ilberd: imagine being obsessed with a country. itd probably be something like being a failure in the eyes of your mediocre parents
  • Lahabrea: everything decaying. i got that apocalyptic swag
  • Elidibus: Cum on the void

I’ve been working! I mean, screaming! I mean- WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE.

Anxiety from doing A Dumb Thing today kept me from sleeping despite not getting any sleep the previous night, so I’m doing this. May as well make the nerves be productive if they’re going to ruin things as usual. Doesn’t help that I’m about to begin day 5 out of a 7 day stretch at mind-numbing day job. People are burning up my brain with nonstop chatter: I just want to be left alone to work on this so I can finally get on with things.

Only on the second eagle illustration. And as usual, I have not yet started on the ever important bird portion of it. So. Slow.

anonymous asked:

I just want you to know that I love this blog, it's awesome, and made my day when I found it.

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*can’t handle this much positivity directed at him*

wow. Thank you all very, very much. 

For years, I’ve created new content each day ‘cause I want to make the world smile… give everyone a reason to laugh, even when things hurt.

So, uh… well, I guess it’s working.

And I’m very glad for that. We all need it.


emeraldoliverqueen  asked:

Fuck BRE. I'm still fried from Olicity overload. Instead of tidbits all season we've been overdosed with it all IN ONE EP!! #deathtoolicityfandom >>---> I do have a question tho, and it's about that last scene. Felicity said she understood why Oliver lied about William, and I know it has to do with Helix, but how does she understand? Felicity didn't lie to Oliver. She trusted him. he doesn't trust her not with Helix and not with William. So still not comprehending that last scene totally

the olicity was so real, girl, so real and intense and amazing wow

(Before I even attempt to answer this, I have to link to this post and this post by @cogentranting that absolutely nailed my exact thoughts on what happened.)

This is such a layered question only because it’s a layered issue, one that’s been churning and boiling for years now. It’s something that was set in motion way before Olicity even got together, one that is reflected in both Oliver and Felicity as stand-alone characters.

When Felicity said she understood, it wasn’t about the actual decision that Oliver made. What she understood better after last night was Oliver himself.


She does know now, or at the very least she’s starting to, and it is just that understanding that let her see things oh so differently, that let her look back and see things from how Oliver’s POV. It has finally given her a level of understanding that she never, ever had before. 


(god his face, look at him, he’s so vulnerable, but he’s also so cleansed)

It isn’t as simple as trust by itself, that was what last night was about. The problem (and the one that got them to the point where Oliver didn’t tell Felicity about William) is that Oliver doesn’t trust himself, and that was the driving force behind so, so, so many of his past actions.

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I was bullied a lot when I was younger, for whatever reasons I’m still not sure. Maybe being a larger girl, having glasses, messed up teeth, or just not being the same as everybody else.
Scrappy Doo was obviously behind most of it, as he is with all the misfortunes in my life. However, he underestimated me big time. I was still a nice kid, despite how others treated me. I still helped others and held light in my heart, a light even he couldn’t snuff out.

At the end of it all, I became a kinder and more caring person because that’s what people need when others (like Scrappy) are being mean.

Just by being a nice person, you are actively going against Scrappy’s plans of evil. Gentleness of the heart is an act of bravery! Beat up Scrappy Doo’s little punk ass!

anonymous asked:

What specifically did you consider when deciding which law schools to apply to?

Oh lots. I was actually pretty picky when deciding where to apply so here is what I thought about when looking at schools:

  1. Fee waivers. You will get some regardless of how much money you have. If they’re willing to take care of 90-ish dollars for you, they warrant a glance at least. Applying to schools is already expensive, I did not fuck with schools that did not get me a fee waiver. To put this into perspective I got a fee waiver from Cornell and Yale. You probably have an automatic waiver via LSAC but sometimes all you have to do is asks someone at admissions for one.
  2. Employment rates. I did not fuck with any school with an employment rate under 80% percent. My reasoning is if I’m going to be paying $90,000 for this program, I need better odds than a B-. 
  3. Where the employment is. Big law? Small firms? Environmental law? Patents? This is shit you should know. Know what cities draw from which schools. 
  4. Where do you want to practice? A city? Probably go to a larger school with more connections because you’ll want a higher likelihood of getting into big law.
  5. Which programs do they offer? If you have a specific type of law you know you want to practice, find the school with the best program for it. Example: IP law is better at Houston law than at Oregon. Most schools offer about the same programs but if they do something particularly well, make note of it if it interests you.
  6. Internships!! I wanted kick ass internships during the summer.
  7. Average scholarship. You can find all of this online on the LSAC disclosure each school has to submit every year. My scholarships ranged from $10,000-$120,000. It varies a ton by program.
  8. Location. I personally hate living in small towns so my law school is in a small city and I’m hoping to practice in a large city. 

Then, and only then, did I apply. Sure median GPA and LSAT are important but these are what I considered before I applied. Hope this helped!

anonymous asked:

How would the bros handle a heatwave in Insomnia with an s/o that hates the heat? I'm stuck in the middle of a heatwave and I want to die. It's awful.

I’m so sorry you’re suffering, from the heat sweetie! I’m a person who is always cold, so when heatwaves happen I’m like the only person who’s like ‘This is fine.’ Hope this helps to cool you off!  ☆*~゚⌒(‘-‘*)⌒゚~*☆


Good morning Insomnia! We’ve got another scorcher today! With temperatures reaching to 100 degrees, that’s 37 in celsius for our scientist friends. This is going to go down in the record books as one of the hottest weeks of the year. So be sure to keep yourself hydrated and stay cool!



“Noctis, get off me you’re heavy.” You moaned.

“Shhh, comfy.” Noctis replied.

You couldn’t complain, you could have a boyfriend trying to fuse with you by laying directly on top of you, blanketing you with his body and a rather comfy blanket, in the horrid heated of the day without the best A/C money could buy. Yet lucky Noct could afford it.

Insomnia was just a walking heated death trap.

Both Noctis and yourself had originally thought about stepping out to go get some slushies. Yet the chilliness of your shared apartment had fooled you both! Opening the door, the two of you were hit by a wave of heat, and Noctis slammed the door shut with a firm:

“Nope, not doing that.”

Before the Prince all but tossed you to the couch, then moved to the wall mount thermostat lowering it well below chilly. As you had developed goosebumps on your skin, before the Prince joined you on the couch with a blanket for a cuddle fest of epic proportions.

Now you weren’t certain if you’d freeze to death, or should risk the chance of getting up and trying to thaw outside without fear being burnt to a crisp.

“Hey, Noct.”


“Do we have any food in the house?”


“We’re going to have to go out to get dinner.”

“I’ll send, Specs.”

You tapped the black blue locks currently resting on your chest, “We are not going to make, Ignis come out in this!”

Noctis turned those beautiful sapphires to you, “But he could make us slushies.”

Damn he was right.



You must have been the biggest idiot on the face of Eos! You weren’t certain of what stupid idea demanded for you to go out and get popsicles at the convenience store down the street, but you did it!

Now you were a sticky, more than likely smelly mess, and your popsicles were more than likely juice at this point. Stepping into your apartment, you couldn’t think of nothing better than taking a nice shower, and then lay down to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day!

It was too hot to do anything!

Yet as you pushed the door to the apartment open, you could only stare in confusion, as everything within the living room was wrapped in cling wrap and all the electronics were missing! Holy Hell, were you robbed? Where was Prompto!?

“Promp-AH!” You were suddenly rewarded with a stream of water hitting you square in the face. Wiping your face, you stared at your boyfriend, posing away with a big  dopey grin on his face.

A large super soaker slung over his shoulder,“You got 5 minutes to put that stuff in the fridge and get locked and loaded! The entire front room is the battlefield, you’ll find ammo all over. Last one standing is the winner.”

A smirk crossed you face, as you quickly dashed into the kitchen, find yourself 2 super soakers and 4 hand pistols. Throwing the entire bag in the freezer, you dashed back out onto the battlefield.

It was shrieking mess, Prompto had the smart idea to load each gun with ice, so the ammo seemed almost unlimited, and freezing. The two of you bounced over furniture, playfully throwing insults to each other.

“Sorry, that butt was too cute and big to not hit.”

“Surrender, and i’ll only demand 100 kisses, instead of 100 and 1.”

It was almost an hour later, before the two of you were down to your final shots. Standing in the middle of the living room, both of you holding a water pistol to the other, as you tried to keep a straight face.

“So this is it, any last words, Prompto?” You called.

“Only that you’re going down.” Prompto smirked.

You both waited, for the other to make the move. Only for Prompto to shoot first, you dodged, before rushing forward, holding your water pistol to his side.

“Nothing personal Prompto.” You cooed, before unloading your final shot into his already soaking wet shirt.

Prompto gave an over dramatic gasp, as he fell to his back, splayed across the floor, giving a pathetic cough, “Should I have any regrets, it’s only this…”

You leaned forward, awaiting, his dramatic desperate pleas, “And what would that be?”

“Nothing personal!” He turned your own words against you as he pulled a small water pistol from his side, squiting you in the chest.

You gave a gasp, before falling dramatically to the floor, laying half on top of him, “You were a worthy opponent.”

“As were you.”

You both dissolved into giggles, as you laid on the floor, the heat completely forgotten about. Yet now you faced a different problem.

“Hey Pom?”


“How are we going to clean this up?”

“No idea.”



“Don’t touch me!”

Gladiolus groaned, all he wanted to do was cuddle with his beautiful Babe, but Babe was being a butt! “Come on,babe.”

“Ugh, just wait until it cools down.” You moaned, fanning yourself.

Both of you had just came back from your morning jog, the sun had barely rose and it was already beyond hot.

“A little heat never hurt anyone.”

“You passed out!” You barked, only to lay back on the hardwood floor to calm yourself, as the heat just sapped your energy, and it was taking forever for the central air to kick in, before you felt you would melt into the floor.

“For like 5 minutes.” Gladiolus argued back, moving to pull you into himself, only for you to roll away. “Babe!”

“Ugh, Gladdy baby, you know I want nothing more than to cuddle but, just give me like 5 minutes to cool the hell down.” You whined, only to watch him stand up and disappearing out of your view on the living room floor. More than likely to pout, the big baby.

After you revived Gladiolus and forced him back home, despite the man stating he could finish the lap, you both took an ice cold shower, waiting for the A/C to kick in. Neither of you bothering to put on clothes as it was too much effort at this point.

Closing your eyes, you had just begun to feel the coolness of the A/C starting to kick in. Than you could go get your pouting boyfriend, and cuddle away all of his pouts.

“Glad…HOLY SHIVA!” You shrieked, as an icy chill was tossed down your bare back. Hearing clicks, as you rolled over to stare at your boyfriend holding a large mixing bowl, before noticing the huge smirk. Looking around you, you saw a bunch of ice cubes littering the floor.

“Cool enough now, Babe?”



You watched fascinated, even in all this heat, your handsome Ignis didn’t seem the less bit unruffled or displaced. The only difference was that instead of those beautiful form fitting dress shirts, he was now wearing a breathable t-shirt that hugged all the right curves on the man. Down those strong pecs, the short sleeves hugging those strong biceps, so tight against his back…

“My darling, it is almost finished, can you please retrieve the sundae glasses?”

You blinked, almost not hearing the request as you were checking out the man before you. Within his element of the kitchen  it just seemed to add to the allure that was Ignis. It wasn’t like he was even bothered by the heat, could Ignis even sweat?

Yet then again, Ignis always seemed to keep the house at the perfect temperature for you to walk around without the need of sock or houseshoes.

“Here you go, Iggy.” You called, setting the glasses down beside him. Unable to stop your arms from wrapping around the man’s waist, burying yourself into his side. Smiling as he pulled his arm from your hold, to wrap around your shoulders returning the embrace.

“Perhaps I should make you ice cream more often if you’re going to be this affectionate.” Ignis chuckled.

“It’s not the main reason.” You replied, watching him single handedly scoop the ice cream into the two dishes, being certain to give you the larger amount.

“Only the best for you, my love.” He replied, pressing a kiss to your temple, moving you both to the couch, still within each other’s embrace to enjoy your frozen treats.

anonymous asked:

Hi! As an avid fic reader, there is something that has always bothered me about a lot of fan-fiction I have read in the Stucky fandom or the marvel fandom in general. There is almost always a level of casual sexism against the female characters, for example, in many fics the female characters are referred to as "girls" despite being grown fucking women also is it necessary to talk about how beautiful Natasha or Peggy are in every single fic? Aren't we reducing them to their beauty?

This is actually an incredibly complicated issue. Yes, there definitely is a fair amount of casual sexism in stucky fanfic and in fanfic in general. But on the other hand, compared to general fiction and the world at large, there is significantly less sexism. I’d also point out that the majority of transformative fandom is female identifying, queer, or both, this makes fanfics relationship with sexism a lot more complicated. Internalized misogyny is incredibly hard to sort out and be aware of, because it’s your own internal monologue and in the case of many fanfic authors, your own internal monologue as a woman and (in most cases) a feminist. 

The specific examples you pulled are tricky ones, cause on one hand, yeah theres certainly an element of sexism in there, but on the other hand there also isn’t necessarily a bad wicked thing. In most stucky fics, the narration is third person pov through either steve or bucky, and in the case of two men born in the 1910′s calling grown women girls would absolutely be a part of their vernacular. It’s absolutely sexist, but I’d argue that it’s a strongly internalized attitude and language pattern both of them would absolutely have problems recognizing and or getting rid of. So even if it’s not a carefully thought out choice from the author, it serves as interesting characterization. Also since the majority of fic authors are women, the relationship with using girls isn’t as simple, for one thing it is a part of common english to use women and girls interchangeably and it’s not something that’s closely examined by all women all the time. Also, I think theres as aspect of it’s usage that is reclaiming it in a way. I mean girls isn’t a slur by any means but it’s not free of negative meaning, and by referring to wonderful characters as girls it in some ways seeks to remove those negative connotations- by presenting to the reader a group of people who the reader admires and saying some of them are girls and thats great, it does something meaningful for a woman reading. Using the word girl/s isn’t always something bad, especially when women are using it.

As for calling them beautiful all the time, I’d argue that 9/10 times theres absolutely nothing inherently sexist about mentioning their beauty. I mean it is objectively true, mcu’s female characters are beautiful. Now the reason behind all of them being gorgeous is pretty sinister, hollywood has an insanely toxic and sexist beauty standard and the fact that female characters in movies have to be beautiful in the same way is a whole other barrel of fish and we’re talking about fanfic, we’re dealing with characters who have a appearance and personality not 100% set by the author of a fic. Honestly, I’ve read thousands of Stucky fics and I think I’ve read a handful where women were actively reduced to their beauty. I mean when was the last time you read a novel by a cishet man? It’s absolutely horrifying, the way they treat women is disgusting, and fic is so much better. 

Most of the time in fic, beauty is just one aspect of their character, for example Peggy’s strength and steely determination usually follow any mention of her beauty and Natasha’s dry humour and keen intelligence usually follow any mention of hers. On the other hand yeah, you get a lot of Bucky dancing with a beautiful nameless woman who only appears as an object of desire and jealousy and yeah, thats a problem. But I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all to mention a woman’s beauty provided shes being not shown as important only because she’s beautiful. 

I’d also argue that the vast majority of sexism in fanfic isn’t calling female characters girls or referring to their beauty, its demonizing or ignoring female characters who are “in the way” of a m/m ship. I see this happen a LOT with Sharon in particular, but also Peggy and Natasha. You don’t see the female character who is canonically with one half of a m/m ship is a controlling, violently jealous, homophobic monster plotline often anymore, but it does still come up. More common is the female character who is canonically with one half of a m/m ship is a endlessly pure, patient, supportive and unconditionally understanding prop who exists only to step graciously out of the way of the m/m pairing. I see that all the damn time and it bothers me. 

Female characters tend to not be as developed in canon and because of that often also remain underdeveloped in fanfic and also tend in both canon and fic to be there only to support the male characters not existing outside that context. That or the fact that f/f ships are incredibly neglected. I mean theres like one f/f fic for every like seven m/m fics. Part of that is the fact that there are so many less women than men in fiction. Part of that is on us for just not writing wlw and favouring mlm or m/f ships. I have really complicated feelings about this as a queer woman, I mean I‘m running a ship blog about two men. I could be putting my time into natsharon, cartinelli or claire temple/misty knight, but I’m here instead. I worked through lots of internalized homophobia, biphobia, transphobia and aphobia while reading m/m fics, not f/f and I spend so much more time and energy on m/m ships. I mean here I am, a wlw and here I am investing almost all my leisure time on men. I mean I love it in this fandom and it’s absolutely my choice to be here but part of me wonders what it would be like if I had gone through that process with a f/f ship instead and what it would be like to invest this time on women. I wonder what it would be like to be in mcu fandom if our source material treated it’s female characters better and had more of them.

You also see barely any not white, disabled, unattractive or poor women in fic, but once again part of that is a distinct lack of diversity within the source material. But you know what, I do not see many fics with Helen Cho or Claire Temple in them at all, let alone as developed characters.

Anyways sexism in fandom is a lot more complicated than it initially appears. Nothing is ideologically pure, even fanfic, but due to the nature of fanfic being written by people who you can easily contact in the sometimes caustic forum of tumblr I think it’s incredibly important to be gentle with authors who violate what you individually see as correct. Much of tumblr’s atmosphere of callout culture has a very black and white view of what justice is and what is correct, when in reality theres a lot of layers to this, it’s not a simple black and white dichotomy. People are at different places in their journeys, theres a lot of reasons why authors write things the way they do that you might not be aware of, broad sweeping statements saying x is always bad are a real dicey area to step into (and yes, I see the irony in saying that)

So while fandom certainly needs to take a closer look at our own internalized misogyny (and racism and ableism and audism and so on), I think theres much more to be gained from larger conversations, self reflection and making an active effort to be kinder to women than there is from things like carefully abstaining from words like girls.


Have a theory I pulled out of my ass that is unlikely to happen, lol:

When Clarke becomes a Nightblood, Abby actually takes two vials of marrow from Luna:

 Clarke only uses one:

We also know that the Vesta only holds 2 people and that there are 8 individuals-Monty, Harper, Murphy, Emori, Echo, Raven, Bellamy and Clarke-who need to get into space. Now, I could reasonably see them stuffing ¾ people in the Vesta, but 6 more than it was built to hold? No way. 

So there must be a larger vessel (or Raven’s brilliant mind finds a way to create a larger vessel). 

We’ve also heard that Nightblood can only be made in a Zero G environment AND remember Murphy’s plan about crashing into the water? They just….left that little plot device hanging, didn’t they?

I’m wondering if…one of 4 things happens (all depend on the shot of Bellamy in the launching rocket being a fake out and the initial launch attempt failing):

1. Clarke returns to Becca’s lab just in time to miss the rocket launch. She thinks she’s alone, but then we see Bellamy come in from off screen with the Nightblood injection Abby left behind. They stay behind together. 

2. Clarke misses the rocket launch because the initial launch failed and she needed to go….do something to help fix it? Bellamy doesn’t get off. She is actually alone on the island and we are very sad (I think this is the most likely). 

3. The rocket launch is successful, they use the one remaining vial of Nightblood to create enough for everyone on Science Island who is NOT a Nightblood and then crash land in the ocean after the initial wave has passed. We still get the time jump, but the shot of Clarke alone in the promo is misleading. She’s not waiting for the Space Crew, she’s waiting for the people from Polis to come meet her! (my preferred option)

and last but not least:

4. Bellamy gets off the rocket when he realizes Clarke isn’t going to make it (again the initial launch is a fail and the promo shot is a fakeout), he injects himself with the Nightblood and he can Clarke take the Vesta IV up just long enough to miss the death wave before they come back down to Earth. 

I also wonder if the time jump isn’t going to be as long as we thought it would be? A girl can hope. 

anonymous asked:

I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on show!Bronn and how he became so different from book!Bronn. Also, I never understood why D&D forced him in so many pointless side-quests when if they wanted for him to have a larger role due to his popularity, they could have just dramatised his conflict with the Stokeworths (and beyond them, Cersei). Or if they really had to have him on a bro-trip for reasons, why not send him to Dragonstone with Loras Tyrell?

Oh, it’s no mystery how. The showrunners like the actor, so the actor gets screentime well beyond where screentime is needed or even desirable. So he gets shoved in plots he’s got no business being in, casually taking a hammer to the worldbuilding.

This story takes place in a society where class is defined and quite rigid. The idea of social “betters” is alive and well and most importantly, not hidden behind any sort of polite veneer. The entire conflict in AGoT/1.02 that ended in the death of Mycah the butcher’s boy is based around this class distinction - Mycah is not allowed to roughhouse with a lord’s daughter, especially not when the crown prince says so (even if Ned himself doesn’t care). When Sandor Clegane runs Mycah down, it’s not important enough to make an issue of. The Water Garden in Dorne, where lowborn children and highborn children play together in the same pools, is an exception rather than the norm.

This extends into adulthood. Merely skimming through Davos’ PoV chapters gives plenty of examples how intimidating, stressful, and indeed risky lowborn Davos finds speaking his mind in front of Stannis and the lords who have been lords all their lives. Davos’ own advancement is atypical to say the least. Commoner to knight, okay, but common criminal to lord to Hand of the King?

This dynamic is supposed to exist on the show. The best they ever did with it was the “you’d be m’lady” line, but they adapted, more or less, how bastardy was an obstacle to Jon Snow and Ramsay’s social and political advancement. Davos’ origins have been downplayed in the last few seasons, but they’re still there.

And every time Bronn casually tells Jaime Lannister, to his face, that King Joffrey was a twat, or calls Jaime a cunt, or calls him on allowing Tyrion to escape, or mentions Jaime’s treasonous incestuous affair with Cersei, or Jaime gives him duties that would normally go to a high-ranking bannerman, the depiction of that rigid social structure gets shakier. Every time there’s no pushback against this upjumped sellsword being Jaime’s bestie, the depiction of that rigid social structure gets shakier.

Including him in bro-trips with Jaime is also poor characterisation for someone who dropped Tyrion like a hot potato over fighting the Mountain. In that conversation, Bronn established that there’s liking Tyrion, and there’s dying for Tyrion, and only the former’s happening. Saying “I only jumped in front of the fire-breathing dragon because you promised me a castle” is a weak patch job over that poorly-characterised action.

The Dream Bear

Originally posted by petcornerblog

This is a spell designed to give you more dreams and more meaningful dreams! It’s one of the more complicated crafts I’ve done lately, but it has been so worth it. I’ve done this a few times and have fine-tuned the recipe, so hopefully it works well for you! (And as always, substitutions can be made if need be. One of the reasons there’s so much stuff in it is because I just attract herbs that are good for this type of spell, apparently.)

What You Need:

  • Representations of the four elements (or another way of consecrating things. I use the elements but you do you.)
  • A stuffed animal that you’re comfortable sleeping with, even better if it has a hole already forming somewhere
  • Needle and blue thread
  • A small drawstring bag. Blue is optimal
  • A blue candle (if you want a larger emphasis on prophetic dreams, replace with or add a purple candle!)
  • A small piece of amethyst or amethyst chips (Amethyst particularly resonates with me and is also good for divination. It also is a general power enhancer.) 
  • A small piece of red jasper (For vivid dream recall.)
  • Rosemary (for dream recall)
  • Chamomile (sleep aid, prophetic dreams)
  • Hops (to enhance sleep magic)
  • Mugwort (for prophetic dreams)
  • Bay leaf (for prophetic dreams)
  • Lavender (sleep aid, dreams)
  • Coltsfoot (nightmare ward, dreams)
  • A sigil of your intent
  • Scissors

Best performed during a full moon on a Monday.

What You Do:

  1. Design your sigil beforehand to save time, if you wish.
  2. Perform your ritual spell starters, be that casting a circle, grounding/centering, calling upon deities, whatever. I like to ring a bell to mark the beginning and end of a ritual and focus my mind onto the sound If you’re working with the elements, this is the time to call upon them.
  3. Light the blue candle.
  4. Bless/ consecrate your stuffed animal, priming it for instruction. Let it rest as you continue onto the next step.
  5. Fill the pouch with each of the ingredients, stating what each one is for and what it will be adding to the mix. “This is rosemary. It will aid me in remembering my dreams.”
  6. Draw the sigil onto the bay leaf as you add it, or draw the sigil on a piece of paper, fold it, and add it to the bag.
  7. Pull the bag shut, give it a little shakey-shake. Say a little prayer, poem, or chant if you desire.
  8. Take your stuffed animal, and open up a hole in its back. Move the stuffing around and put the bag inside. I like to place it where its “center” would be if it was a living thing. If your animal already has a hole elsewhere and you would prefer to use that, I feel that should be fine. I think keeping it close to the “heart” is nice though.
  9. Sew the hole shut with the blue thread.
  10. Consecrate the stuffed animal one last time, explaining its purpose to bring you prophetic dreams (or whatever variation!) and that magic will flow through the entire animal. It is now ready.
  11. Close down the ritual and clean up as usual.
  12. Sleep holding the animal (the closer to your torso the better, I’ve found) to encourage more dreams and more prophetic dreams!
Fuzzy {Anthony Ramos x Reader}

Originally posted by yay4hamlet

Hello there! So this is my first Hamilton fanfic and I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t really point out the flaws in my writing (unless they’re typos because I freaking hate those and would love to fix them). If anyone has any requests, feel free to dm me or send me an ask. Well that’s all so read on

Word Count: 911

Summary: You’re a part of the ensemble in Hamilton and during a performance you were attacked on staged. You wake up entirely confused, having no recollection of what happened or who anyone is.

“What am I supposed to do? Just walk out of here and leave her?”

I wake up to the sounds of people arguing and machinery beeping. Everything is so fuzzy and I can’t figure out where I am. Finally opening my eyes, I see people in clothing that could only replicate that of the revolutionary era. I see an abundance of people milling around the room. Why are there so many people? They’re everywhere in petticoats and corsets which makes no sense at all.

“Seriously?! Is that what you really want me to do?”

I turn to see where the yelling is coming from and I find two people talking by the door. There’s this guy with freakishly curly hair tied into a tight ponytail and so many freckles that I couldn’t even imagine counting them. Standing across from him is a man with darker hair and some stubble. The commotion seems to be coming from them.

“Yes. That’s what I want you to do, Anthony, but don’t make it sound so bad. I just want you to go get cleaned up and get that cut checked out. I think you might need stitches. After that you can come back and see her when she wakes up. But until then you need to go take care of yourself.”

The man with dark hair seems to be more reasonable than the other, whose name appears to be Anthony. He speaks with rationality and logic while Anthony seems to be talking nonsense. Anthony seems to really care about this girl that they keep mentioning.

“Look, I can take care of myself just fine so back off. But right now she’s unable to take care of herself and I need to help her. I don’t want her to wake up alone, Lin.”

A lady dressed in scrubs makes her way between Anthony and Lin. She pushes through the crowd and the groups of people conversing amongst themselves. She looks slightly annoyed and I can’t help but relate to her. It’s too loud in here. Too crowded with people that I don’t know. She continues to make her way to my bed, stopping at the foot of it to pick up a clipboard which I assume has my charts on it. She writes something down on it then checks on the IV bag hanging beside my bed. Then she looks at me and I at her.

“She’s not going to wake up alone. Do you see how many people are in here? You are clearly not the only one who cares about her. We are all going to be by her side when she wakes up. And once you get yourself put together you can be by her side as well. She’s going to be fine so stop all this unnecessary worrying.”

The nurse gives me a soft smile as I come to the realization that I am the girl the men are talking about. The man named Anthony seems to care about me immensely but I have no idea who he is. How can a stranger be so worried about my well-being? I mean, he is stranger, right?

This time it’s the nurse whose voice you hear. She softly says to you, “Well hello, sleepyhead. You were out for quite some time. I was beginning to get a bit worried until I realized that you were administered a larger dosage of medicine than you were supposed to receive. But everything is alright. You had some internal bleeding, but you were rushed to surgery and the doctors fixed you right up. Now you’ll need to stay in that bed for the next couple of days because we don’t want any complications. Does that sound good, sweetheart?”

For some reason, Anthony could hear the nurse talking all the way across the room and snapped his head to look at where I lay. His eyes widen as he looks at me. It makes me wonder if I have any strange marks on my face. As I reach up to feel if I do, Anthony races across the room and grabs my hand.

“Y/N! Oh my god, you’re awake! I was so worried. We were all so worried. I mean the dude rammed into you so hard and then you hit one of the props on stage and then you wouldn’t wake up. We couldn’t seem to get to the hospital fast enough. The ambulance kept getting stuck behind stupid cars with stupid people who refused to move to the side of the stupid road. Oh, I’m so relieved that you’re awake.”

I’ve never heard someone talk so fast before. It’s like he was saying a million words per second and it took me a while to fully understand him. It seemed like he thought he had about two seconds before I would fall asleep again. But here I am, still very awake and very confused.

He continued to look at me as I gazed around the room to find everyone’s eyes on me. It’s quite an uncomfortable feeling and I really don’t know what to do about it.


I turned back to look into the hazel eyes that felt like they were reading into my soul. And with just three sentences I could feel the hearts of everyone in the room drop, the fastest one holding on to my hand.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who any of you are.”

A/N: Bum bum bummmmm. Well I hope that was okay and that you liked it. A part 2 may be in the future but that all depends on y’alls response. Peace out my peeps

Update: pt 2  pt 3

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“*peers at the new kylux art* nice to know you are continuing the trend…”

This is a joke, right? everyone can draw what they want, of course, but your not actually claiming to respect real measurements, right? Please, my fait in humanity is low enough as it is.

i have no idea why people in this fandom can’t seem to grasp stylization as an aspect of character design. i don’t draw realism. i have never claimed to. i draw cartoons. i study character design. i take shapes i see in subject matters and i emphasize them to fit the characters i’m trying to present. if i didn’t, every single character i drew would have the same boring silhouette and no personality.

and like it or not, my dude, adam is big. he is 6′3″ of former marine who used to eat entire chickens for lunch. he calls himself a sasquatch. he could probably crush my head between his pecs. i think his hands are bigger than domhnall’s head. and that’s not a bad thing. i like this aspect about him, so i use it when i draw. 

i like the idea of ben organa-solo being a large imposing form that is actually a giant sweetheart underneath it. or the idea of kylo not only being frightening for his force abilities or lightsaber training, but also for the HUGE TERRIFYING MASS covered in black robes and faceless masks he cuts out.

and on the other end of the spectrum, yes domhnall is roughly the same height, but he is far, far from the same build as the good mister driver up there. he’s skinny. he’s a skinny waif of an irishman with slim shoulders that needed to be padded in his hux uniform to cut him a larger silhouette. and that’s fine! not every human is built the same way!! he pulls it off well and honestly it’s a look i usually prefer. and in turn, i feel this is an important thing to consider when thinking of hux.

hux more likely than not raised in ranks through nepotism as well as his engineering skills and ideas. this is a man who has literally never seen battle. he has no reason to be built like kylo is. he’s in shape, sure, but no amount of working out is going to change having a naturally thin frame. and i feel like hux as a character might resent that, so he works to make himself look bigger the way that animals do when they’re trying to look imposing. that greatcoat he wears draped over his shoulders? the padded shoulders in his uniform? that’s the hux equivalent of an animal fluffing up its fur. on the armie side, i feel like he’s more comfortable with his form because in my AUs he’s not leading a military operation. if anything, i draw him with the idea that basically everything is beneath him. he’s a snobby rich bitch, he has people to do that for him. 

my fave look for him and kylo/ben is pampered emperor and devoted guard dog. so this is what i draw.

pls consider:

now, let’s look at some examples of stylization in cartoons.

and so on. see how you can get a feel for each character based on the different silhouettes? 

good? good.

Sarada + chakra (and other)

since I’ve seen a lot of fools claiming Sarada would be better off as an Uzumaki, because it would give her large armounts of chakra, let’s look at her current stats.

チヤクラ (Chakra): 150
In comparison, here’s Boruto (bc we don’t know Mitsuki’s chakra level):
チヤクラ (Chakra): 140

So according to this, Sarada does already have a larger amount of Chakra than Boruto, who is part Uzumaki (A/N: actually more like quarter. Although I do wonder why it’s below Sarada’s when according to some, Hinata has large chakra reserves + hamura chakra hmm). The reason I assume this means ‘chakra reserves’ and not ‘chakra control’ is because it’s in exact numbers and because Mitsuki’s level is hidden. There’s no need to hide his skill in chakra control. It might cover both in addition to chakra potency, but I’m pretty sure it definitely covers reserves.
If she learns creation rebirth from her mother, her chakra will increase 100x.

Let’s look at her skills.
射撃 (Markmanship): **** (4)
幻術 (Genjutsu): ****(4)
忍術知識 (Knowledge of Ninjutsu): ****(4)

Just a fun (cool) fact: According to that profile, Sarada can use a ninjutsu called “ 雷閃: Lightning Flash ”. Iirc, it’s been shown in the game, but who knows if it’s going to be the same in the manga.
Sasuke used a very similar (of not the same) jutsu against Itachi in their final battle.
I don’t know about you, but anything about Sasuke teaching Sarada a jutsu with lightning release gets me all excited

Happy Birthday Waverly Earp - HaughtBreaker - Wynonna Earp (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Waverly Earp is used to being disappointed for her birthday, but she’s never spent her birthday with Nicole Haught before.

Note: So today is Waverly’s birthday and I thought I’d post a little birthday fic.

Originally posted by softwlws

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anonymous asked:

How about this: Hardeen goes for a head-shot, which Obi-Wan's vest obviously doesn't stop. Now Anakin is freaking out, Ahsoka is desperately calling in a Medical Emergency, and the Council begin to realize that they have no plan B and their War General is down and might not be getting up again...

“We need a medical emergency service asap. I repeat we need a medical emergency asap. Master Kenobi is down and requires healing NOW.” Ahsoka desperately tried to get into contact with anyone who could help them, Obi-Wan’s head on her lap, his face slack and his breathing shallow.

“Obi-Wan?” She looked up past the crowd that had gathered as Anakin came down from the roofs, racing towards them. “Snips how is he?”

“H-He’s breathing but…I don’t…the blast hit him in the head!” The Togruta got out.

Anakin uttered a low curse and knelt down, touching Obi-Wan hurriedly. “He’s still alive though.”

“I think he tried to slow the impact or something.” Ahsoka swallowed.

They had both felt the Force swell for a few seconds, Obi-Wan’s panic in the air and then nothing as Obi-Wan fell of the roof.

“Come on Obi-Wan, come on open your eyes.” Anakin hissed under his breath, trying to contain his bubbling panic even as he placed a hand on either side of the redhead’s head, cupping it while sinking his Force powers into him.

Obi-Wan gave a breathy noise but nothing else.

“Skyguy don’t, you might make it worse.” Ahsoka grabbed his wrists, the two staring at each other. “We need healers.” She whispered, swallowing heavily even as clone troopers started to surround the area, getting the civilians out of the way for the emergency response unit.

“…Damn it Obi-Wan.”


Two figures sat in the darkness of the room they had sought refugee in, hands wrapped around cups of strong tea.

“…Disaster this is.”

“He must have expected the vest to take it.” Mace rumbled. “Didn’t have enough warning when it became a headshot…” He took a slow sip.

“Lucky we are that alive he is. For now.”

Mace almost dropped his cup. “Has his situation changed?”

“No. But happen it could. Stable he is for now. Remain that way? Uncertain I am.”

Mace placed his cup on the table and dropped his face into his hands. “Force help us…” He whispered. “What do we do now? About the chancellor?”

“Hardeen taken in by knight has, find someone to take Obi-Wan’s place we need…perhaps salvaged the plan can be but without Obi-Wan it has to go forward.” Yoda sighed. “Fucked up we have.”

Mace gave a low snort into his hands. “…What do we do if he dies?”

“Know not I do. Trust in the Force we have to.”


Anakin isn’t quite sure what to do with himself. For some reason Obi-Wan has always felt larger then life to him.

On the Nubian ship when he first meet him, he had been a Jedi, the second Anakin had ever meet, somewhat aloof but friendly enough.

When he became Anakin’s master he had tried to overcome his own grief and provide for a former slave with everything he was.

As a General he had been the skilled focus of so many battle plans.

But here?


Obi-Wan is hooked up to life support, his breathing assisted as his chest rises and falls only thanks to the machines he’s hooked to. His hands are still and his face is pale and he looks so much smaller then Anakin ever remembers the other being.

At least he’s stable.

But if he will wake?

That is the question.

Anakin sighed and took the others hand, feeling the saber calluses as he carefully started to give him bits of his own Force energy, hoping to help him. “I know you can hear me Obi-Wan. I mean I don’t but I assume you can…so I need you to come back now. I don’t want to lose you.” He murmured. “And not because this stupid war needs you…but because I don’t want to lose your company old man.” He whispered.

No response, just the steady noise of Obi-Wan’s assisted breathing and heart.

“…Padme tells me I have loss issues. Because of how my mother…” Anakin looked away. “…If you wake up, I’ll tell you all about it. I know that you’re going to be disappointed in me but I’ll tell you everything.”

Once again nothing but the steady machines.

“…I’ve forgotten the sounds of my mothers voice. The way she smelled. How it felt when she held me.” The blond whispered, clinging to Obi-Wan’s hand. “And now I…I fear I’ll forget you too if you leave now. Master, please don’t leave.”

Taking a shuddering breath, Anakin raised the hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “Please don’t leave me Obi-Wan.”

The room was silent except for the sounds of machine and soft breathing.