i think it has some holes in it

aint-nothing-but-a-drifter  asked:

Hey Bucky! I love reading about your perspective on life. I was wondering, have you bonded with Tony over non-consensual body modifications? And, has he/does he help out at all with the technical support of your arm?

tony and i have talked about our super fun experiences with becoming cyborgs, yes, and i guess we bonded? honestly though tony and i spend a lot of time geeking out about science and engineering. im nowhere near his level but when hes stumbled across something that really gets him excited he likes to share it with anyone who will listen and im one of the few people in the tower who is genuinely interested in that stuff. bruce is too but is interests are more focused. so often tony will just burst into whatever room im hanging out in and begin ranting about whatever neat science thing has happened. often he is still smoking from whatever explosion he just accidentally set off. 

tony and i mostly bond over cars. both of us are car nerds–or gearheads, if you wanna be picky about it–and we spend a lot of time working on the cars tony already has or just chatting about cars in general. natasha joins us a lot too, believe it or not. she has strong opinions about cars, both as accessories for her various covers, and as getaway vehicles. eventually i think it just kinda turned into an actual interest in cars. so she and tony and i argue cars a lot, because the rest of the avengers couldnt care less. clint drives an ancient pickup truck that is probably more bullet holes than steel, thor is half convinced that every car is gonna hit him (to be fair to thor, hes been hit by cars a lot) bruce just drives whatever, and steve seems to think that cars are some sort of range weapon. 

tony does do my arm maintenance. last time my arm broke it was because he summoned the iron man armor across the city while i was stuffing the insides full of glitter. it broke all of my metal fingers. tony fixed them all except my middle finger, which is currently stuck in flipping-off position. doesnt bother me much though because i do that a lot anyway 

And if you go, chasing rabbits...

It was my first time playing Shadowrun 5th ed.  I was the group Decker and I was hacking this guy’s computer to get a lead on something.  When suddenly I go chasing  this red squirrel in the system.  When it runs it kicks up some dust and the GM has me make a roll, I succeed and chast the thing, thinking it might have the info we need.  Eventually it runs down into a hole.

Me: I roll to jump in the hole and catch the squirrel.

GM: Roll for attack.

I roll and get 3 sixes, which explode into more sixes.  I end up with 12 successes and catch the Squirrel.

GM: Congratulations, you are now trapped in a Wonderland where everything is happiness and sunshine, roll to see if you get addicted.

I pass, but I am out for the rest of the adventure.  Turns out the Squirrel was a trap set by an AI that was making Cyberdrugs, and I was trapped until the rest of the crew stopped it.  When I came to, my character couldn’t stop humming White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane as a side effect.

Impatient

A “Millenium” post-ep fluff piece that randomly popped into my head. Didn’t fit with any of my prompts, unfortunately. But here you go. 

“Scully, where are you?”

Having blindly answered the phone, barely awake, Scully swallows. Her mouth is dry, her eyes refuse to open, and why is Mulder calling her at this hour anyway? Whatever hour it is. Didn’t she just take him home after the hospital? After that kiss? Oh, that kiss.

“Scully?” His voice gets louder, sounds impatient.  

“I’m here.” She mumbles into her pillow before she turns her head to look at the time: 4.42 am. Oh, Mulder, why.

“You’re not here,” he sounds strangely accusatory, she thinks still trying to wake up; he might be fine with just two or three hours of sleep, even drugged up, but she’s not. “You left.” He finishes.

“I went home, Mulder. Like I said I would.” Her brain refuses to come up with the exact dialogue, but she knows she told him she’d be back tomorrow. Considering the time then and now she might have used the words ‘later today’. She never said she’d stay with him. She knows because she had to make herself leave.

“You said you’d stay.” She can practically hear him pout on the other end of the line.

“Mulder,” Scully sighs, “I drove you home and I said I’d be back later.” There’s a pause on his side and Scully’s eyes, which she just managed to open somewhat, are in danger of falling shut again. This is the reason she wanted to go home, why she didn’t stay with Mulder. That and the fact that she thought he’d be out for a couple of hours. She had given him the good, strong stuff. Even that was no match for his determination, it seems. He didn’t want her to leave of course (and part of her really wanted to stay, too). His hands took liberties after they left the hospital. After another push forward – the world didn’t end, no it didn’t – a first, tentative kiss. Now touching. They were doing this slowly, without words, just testing the waters. Except Mulder, on painkillers or not, tended to jump in. She didn’t stop him when he planted his hand on her thigh in the car. Or when he leaned heavily against her when she followed him upstairs. She even gave him another gentle peck right before she left. But she knew she couldn’t stay. Because of this. Before this could go further, and there was no doubt that it would, she needed to think about it. She couldn’t do it when Mulder stared at her like a puppy, when his hands roamed over her body; when his whole presence fogged up the reasonable part of her brain.

“It’s later now, Scully.” His voice, still pouting (she hears it, she truly does), jolts her back to the present moment.

“Mulder, it’s the middle of the night. Why don’t you take another dose of painkillers and sleep? I’ll be there in the morning-”

“It’s morning.”

“Later in the morning.”

“I could drive over to your apartment.”

“Mulder, your arm is in a sling. You can’t drive.” Scully pinches her nose. She can barely move; her own body, without the aid of painkillers, reminds her that she’s not getting any younger.

“I can drive with one arm, Scully. I told you.”

“You can’t, Mulder. Or you shouldn’t. Just stay where you are, all right? I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” He’s quiet again and as much as Scully longs for him to hang up the phone so she can go back to sleep, she knows the silence is not a good sign.

“I shouldn’t have done it, huh?” His voice is barely above a whisper, breaks and Scully sits up in bed, awake now.

“What are you talking about?”

“Kissing you. I shouldn’t have done it. It was too soon.”

“Oh, Mulder,” Scully murmurs, “you did nothing wrong. I loved the kiss.” She flushes when she realizes what she’s just said.

“You did?” Now she can hear him grin. It makes her smile, puts her in a better mood despite the wake-up call and her exhaustion.

“Yeah, Mulder. I did.”

“So I can – we can – do it again?”

“I was counting on it.” Scully admits.

“I’m coming over now, Scully.”

“Mulder, no! You’re not supposed to drive with your arm.”

“But Scully…” The pout makes a comeback. Scully sighs again; it feels like she never stopped sighing once. She gets up, feels her weary bones and stretches.

“You stay where you are, Mulder,” she tells him a voice he knows means business and he’s quiet, “I’ll be there in half an hour, all right?” Without turning on the lights, she grabs random pieces of clothes; it doesn’t matter anyway. She doubts they’ll spend much time outside. Her stomach tingles thinking about it, about what she’s about to do; what they’re about to do soon. So very soon.

“I could be at your place in 20 minutes, Scully.” Mulder’s impatience distracts her, makes her roll her eyes.

“Mulder, if you want a repeat performance of that kiss and if you want to go further than that – ever – you will stay where you are. Understood?” Another pause that gives her enough time to roam through her closet.

“Uhm, Scully…” She knows that tone; he’s guilty. He’s done something stupid.

“Mulder, what?” Scully doesn’t get an answer. Instead she hears a knock on her front door. She startles and pads barefoot to answer. She looks through the peep hole even though she knows. Of course she knows.

“Hi.” Mulder smiles sheepishly, phone still in hand, his other arm in its sling at least.

“Mulder.” Is all she says; she wants to be angry. She wants to yell at him, wants to strangle him even maybe, but instead she drags him in by his good arm, closes the door and pushes him against it. She’s on tiptoe and he still has to lower his head. Not that she cares. Let him suffer some more, she thinks.

“Told you I could drive with one arm.” He whispers against her lips and Scully doesn’t want to argue with him and so she captures his lips with hers and seals their fate. She’s not going to get any sleep any time soon that’s for certain.

things my classics teacher has said

he teaches the odyssey and he really loves it, even though most of my class don’t, and he says some of the strangest things when we are reading it aloud:

  • this next line is so dramatic i think im going to have to stand up for this bit
  • well you all have ruined it im sitting down again
  • “..and mr s stands with them too, and it looks awesome”
  • (laughing to himself) oh what idiots these men are!
  • me: why does it have female pronouns? isn’t it just a hole?
    mr s: yes, but its a female hole. (silence) oh I’m so sorry. please lets move on and forget i ever said that (our class is exclusively female)
  • no, not one cow with a machine gun against a hundred men. that would be pretty awesome though
  • i’m going to stop talking about nipples now
  • this is where she just decks him
  • he’s a really old boy
  • it just makes you sick doesn’t it
  • what do you mean you don’t like odysseus get out
  • you know i’m going to stand up for him. i love him.
  • mr s: don’t forget to update your divine intervention log. your d.i.g. if you will.
    a student: sir, that would be d.i.l.
    mr s: … well, i feel foolish
  • don’t worry it won’t take me long to bounce back
  • a student: i just can’t like odysseus
    mr s: (mortified noise) 
  • when I was younger I wanted to be a pirate… I still do to be honest

anonymous asked:

So, instead of resorting to “Amnesia!”, do you have a different suggestion if a story requires a character to forget about most of their life while retaining some, if not all, of their necessary skills so that the plot keeps moving?

Write a better story.

Or at least examine the one you have and examine why you feel like this is your only choice.

Ask yourself this: why does that need to happen? What plot hole have you dug yourself into that makes you think this is the only way out? Trace that plot hole back. How did it happen? What were the choices you made to get your story to that point?

Invariably I find Amnesia! is used to cover up bad writing. It’s used to divert characters who “need” to be sidelined to make a plot advance.

But that need is artificial. That need exists because the writer typically has some event they think HAS to happen, or HAS to happen a certain way. It’s what happens when writers forget that characters drive the plot. The plot shouldn’t be driving the characters.

Amnesia! is a bad patch on a plot hole you could drive an ambulance through. It destroys a character’s agency. It’s the deus ex machina to end all dei’s exes. If you didn’t use this trope, and your story falls apart because of it, it’s not falling apart because the trope is clutch to your story. It falls apart because you’re trying to drive the plot somewhere it shouldn’t be going.

Character arcs depend on development, which is built on a foundation of their past experiences and the perspectives they’ve built because of those experiences. A character with Amnesia! can’t grow. They become themselves a tool, rather than a person with desires and wants and needs and preferences. They become putty for the writer to mold, not their own person.

I want to come back to that word, agency. People matter in stories when their choices have consequences. To be important, a character has to have a shot at significantly altering their own life and that of those around them. Otherwise they’re a puppet, a shadow of a person. Real people have consequences.

Amnesia! takes that away. It says that someone’s choices ultimately don’t matter. It says that their value to the story isn’t in who they are, because you literally choose to throw who they are away.

Amnesia! is convenient. It seems like a great fix for when you’ve written yourself into a corner. But all it does is detract from your own effort, your own characters. It devalues them. It tells your reader “hey, I can break the rules, I can take someone out of the picture because it’s convenient to the plot”.

I implore you, write a better story. Don’t demean your characters, and your readers, with this garbage trope. You’re a better writer than that.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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♥ TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT MEME
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  • [ TEXT ] I love her so much I can forgive her for wearing crocs
  • [ TEXT ] This is the second time this month a hookup cried when I left…bro get your shit together bar does NOT equal wife 😬
  • [ TEXT ] I bet your mom’s never met a girl who’s thrown up at the presidential inauguration before though.
  • [ TEXT ] Do you really want to know anything about the inner machinations of a furry’s mind
  • [ TEXT ] You snapped me at 3am drunk laying on your floor asking if I knew how we couldn’t have predicted the housing crisis.
  • [ TEXT ] I guess the weekly d&d orgies are treating you well
  • [ TEXT ] I woke up naked with a duck on my head. I think something went horribly wrong.
  • [ TEXT ] I saw a penis covered in glitter tonight.
  • [ TEXT ] Don’t tell me I can do whatever makes me happy while also saying I have to put on pants.
  • [ TEXT ] Don’t take a pillow from my bed. You don’t know which ones of them my vagina has been on
  • [ TEXT ] I just got a text giving me an hour window for when my vibrator is gonna be delivered. If that’s not awesome customer service, I don’t know what is.
  • [ TEXT ] my birth father cheated on his wife with my birth mother. it’s literally in my blood to be a home wrecker.
  • [ TEXT ] that’s what I’m here for. I’m literally just bad advice mixed with motivational sentences.
  • [ TEXT ] sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.
  • [ TEXT ] All she has to do is text me and my dick gets hard. She asked how my day was going and it got hard.
  • [ TEXT ] Dude I turned down free booze. I think I’m growing as a person.
  • [ TEXT ] Can’t tell if it’s the drugs or science magic, but I *THINK* that mouse just turned into a squirrel.
  • [ TEXT ] I WAS SURROUNDED BY HAIRY BALLS ALL ALONE.
  • [ TEXT ] it was a hallmark card with butt plugs
  • [ TEXT ] Just asphyxiate me and toss my corpse in the Ocean. It’ll be easier than whatever the next four or eight years will bring.
  • [ TEXT ] It began the way the best stories do—with some naïve jackasses in a place they had no business being at.
  • [ TEXT ] His ex told me that she wanted me to “take care of” him but from the way she said it I couldn’t tell if she wants me to look after him or murder him.
  • [ TEXT ] If you fuck up my birthday by dying I will kick your fucking corpse.
  • [ TEXT ] UVE SEEN MY TITS OKAY STOP CRYING
  • [ TEXT ] We’re lying on the pavement outside of the college. No one has asked if we’re okay. I think they all understand.
  • [ TEXT ] Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you’ve dug for yourself. asking for a friend
  • [ TEXT ] i found you laying on the floor staring at the ceiling and you kept muttering “why” in various inflections.
  • [ TEXT ] Drunk sperm are not productive sperm.
  • [ TEXT ] Of course I fucked him. He was wearing a rainbow cock sock and cowboy boots.
  • [ TEXT ] I couldn’t find my hair brush so I just brushed my hair with a cat brush. I should not be dating.
  • [ TEXT ] Why thank you for your unwanted opinion, person I’ve never met before.
  • [ TEXT ] Lol woke up with mangoes in bed with me
  • [ TEXT ] how do i act around someone who’s shoes i puked in while naked and blackout?
  • [ TEXT ] he made me cum so hard i had an asthma attack
  • [ TEXT ] I never imagine I’d say this, but can I ask Jeff for the butt plugs back even though it was a gift and we broke up?
  • [ TEXT ] Why can’t they just let me be the gorgeous cum dumpster that I know I’m meant to be?
  • [ TEXT ] There’s nothing like when u really click with a stripper
  • [ TEXT ] Yeah last night got weird fast. No lie, a kid pulled a butt-plug with a tail out of his ass.
  • [ TEXT ] I have booze and I wanna give you a bj. How can you be mad at me?
  • [ TEXT ] Hey! Happy Birthday! Could you do me a favor and bring my underwear to the bar?
  • [ TEXT ] He radiates elegant sexual dominance. I bet even his balls have pinstripes.
  • [ TEXT ] That dick was not the dick of a twenty year old
  • [ TEXT ] You stared at a Swedish dude for like 5 minutes then asked him “shouldn’t you be yelling at dragons”
  • [ TEXT ] I have to choose between charging my phone or my vibrator. This is bullshit.
{Special} College!AU Jooheon
  • major: accounting
  • minor: music technology/digital music production 
  • sports: said he’d try out for fencing because of his friend jackson but completely forgot about it,,,,,,,,,even though jackson texted him like 405282 times 
  • clubs: joined a movie club which is essentially like a book club but you all gather, pick a movie, and watch it. jooheon has picked pulp fiction like five times because he still doesn’t get the majority of what was happening in that movie,,,,,,,,,, 
  • if you’ve ever seen those memes about super stressed college students just laying down asleep in the library surrounded by unfinished homework, candy wrappers, and highlighters,,,,,,,,,,that is jooheon
  • if you look closely enough you’ll all see the light in his eyes is gone, his soul has left his body. left the library. left the campus. left this atmosphere.
  • and it is all because of his major,,,,,,,,,,,,which he hates,,,,,,,,,because accounting is just mathematics and droned out professors who sound like they’re saying the same thing over and over and over again
  • and jooheon has thought of bludgeoning himself with his auditing textbook on multiple occasions because,,,,,,,,everything is pain. College is Terrible
  • and all of his friends are like,,,,,bro you’re dragging yourself into a black hole just switch. changkyun is always like “look at me, i love my major because it’s interesting - you look like you haven’t slept in four days and i think your business tax homework is stuck onto your back with some gum.”
  • jooheon with bags under his eyes: i haven’t slept in four days. i haven’t eaten a decent meal in a week. and no changkyun, it isn’t “stuck” to me. my backpack is too full so im being innovative 
  • like it’s not even that he doesn’t study,,,,it’s just it’s so bland and boring of a subject that he can’t even motivate himself to apply what he’s learned
  • shownu literally had to come to his class once and pick up a passed out jooheon ,,,,,,,, it’s a Mess
  • the thing jooheon is really interested in is music,,,,,and he’s friends with a lot of the music majors so he gets to use their equipment and stuff if he asks
  • and like,,,,,,he wants to produce songs. and he has,,,,,,,,it’s just that no one knows it’s him
  • he has a soundcloud and every now and then he’ll drop a link to it on the student resource page and like,,,,,,,,,,it’s really popular
  • he publishes them under the fake name h*ney and any of his singles will go viral through school and be played at every dorm party on campus
  • even got off campus when someone tweeted that they were playing a h*ney song at this club that they were at and when jooheon saw he almost fell off his chair because??????? woah people really like what he does
  • but he knows a future with music is practically impossible, plus his own parents don’t know he took the production major as a minor because they’d be totally against it
  • and it sucks to feel like you’re being pulled in two directions; one toward what you really love, and one toward whats best for your future
  • like,,,,,not even his close friends know he’s actually h*ney and minhyuk’s literally always talking about how much he loves the songs and so is changkyun and even picky kihyun,,,,,,,
  • it’s like he’s living a double life LOL and jooheon wishes he could just be himself,,,,but it’s hard when he’s in class and the other accounting majors are all competing with each other for internships at huge companies and trash talking arts majors
  • i mean he already doesn’t really fit in perfectly,,,,,,,jooheon is much more social than a lot of people in his classes and he goes out on the weekends with wonho and minhyuk and sometimes he’ll crack jokes in class and the serious, no-fun students are just like “did you do the homework? what did you get on the midterm? are you working anywhere right now, i just got a job as a lackey at a bank-”
  • and so even with his grades slipping, jooheon knows that he’s never going to be an accountant, work in a bank, like the thought is so????? not him?????????
  • but all he does to deal with it is like,,,,,,work on his music even though he gets nothing in return because of his anonymity
  • and you,,,,,,,unlike jooheon who has a major he hates,,,,,,are undecided
  • and you’ve spent most of college taking random classes and not finding anything that interests you in the least and like it SUCKS
  • because everyone has a plan and you’re kinda like,,,,,,,,shrugging your shoulders because your friend looks at your schedule and is like ?? physics lab??????? international dance???? gender in the eighteenth century???? microeconomics????
  • and you’re just on your phone scrolling through texts or whatever shrugging your shoulders like yeah,,,idk,,,i can’t make up my mind
  • and you actually have microeconomics with jooheon and you sit next to each other in the lecture hall
  • which,,,,,is hilarious because out of all the people there you two have literally zero clue about what is going on because???? microeconomics,,,,,,,,,,,,,,doesn’t make sense to you guys
  • and instead of paying attention and studying you always fall asleep with your headphones on and jooheon has had to get into the habit of nudging you awake if the teacher comes by or there’s homework being passed out
  • and one day,,,, you have your earphones on as usual and you’re blasting the new song by h*ney,,,,and jooheon can hear it you’re listening to it so loud
  • and,,,,he just can’t help but smile to himself because,,,,,,,you don’t even know it but you’re sitting right next to the composer of that song
  • but also right before class ends everyone gathers around to talk about the final and you take your headphones out and you’re like,,,,,,,oh shit,,,,,the final
  • and jooheon is like,,,,,,,,we gotta get notes from someone fast or else we’ll both flunk and you agree but when you ask around most of the students either don’t have organized notes to give out or,,,,,you know,,,,just don’t want to
  • even though you and jooheon pull together a grand total of $22.47 as an offering ,,,, but you realize really fast you and jooheon are royal,,,,totally,,,,,Screwed
  • the both of you sitting on a bench on campus with your head in your hands until you sit up and you’re like “well,,,,,if we fail we fail,,,,not much we can do now. except-”
  • and jooheon turns to see you smirking and he’s like ???? and you’re like “wanna go party our misery away?” and he perks up because oh,,,, now that might make him feel better and you’re like “there’s this place i really like in the city, i go with friends but today ill go with my,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,partner in failure of microeconomics!!”
  • and that’s how you and jooheon end up on the cramped dancefloor of a popular club amongst college students and you can tell that over half of them are doing exactly what you and jooheon are doing: trying to forget the horrors of finals
  • and you and jooheon are having a great conversation on just how much college really stinks
  • jooheon spilling his hatred out for his major while you laugh and tell him at least he has a major,,,,,you’re just floating through completely unaware of what to pick
  • and you’re both shaking your heads with sighs until suddenly the song changes to h*ney’s new song and you light up and you’re like jOOHEON,,,,THIS SONG IS MY FAVORITE and it jusT CAME OUT h*ney really outdid himself this time,,,,,
  • and jooheon watches as you dance a little to the song and he has to take a sip of his drink in order not to break out into a grin
  • because again,,,,,you don’t know he’s h*ney
  • but you look cute,,, enjoying his music,,,,,,and jooheon realizes there’s a reason he loves music and not accounting,,,,,he loves it because it makes other people happy
  • like in this moment there’s a hundred or more other people here,,,young good looking people,,,,,but you somehow hold jooheon’s attention because of how genuinely you’re enjoying his music,,,something he created,,,,
  • and nothing has ever overcome jooheon like right now because suddenly he wants to tell you ,,,,, only you,,,,,,his secret
  • and he reaches out to take your hand and you’re like ????? and he’s like “im going to tell you something but you need to keep it a secret.” and you’re like ??????? sure????
  • and he’s like follow me, ill tell you but i think i need to show you so you’ll believe it
  • and you’re walking behind jooheon and instead of going toward the subway back to campus he’s telling you to come with him on the bus 
  • and before you know it you’re in front of an apartment building and jooheon is like “,,,,,you know how im an accounting major right? well im also,,,,,into making music. you might know some of my music,,,.”
  • you tilt your head in wonder because???? how could you know his music you’ve never heard of an artist named jooheon before
  • but when you step inside to the small apartment, turned into a mini recording studio jooheon starts up his computer and he’s like “here - tell me if this sounds familiar”
  • and the minute you hear it the minute you realize,,,,,jooheon,,,,,,is h*ney
  • and you’re like HOLY HELL NO WAY and jooheon is slightly embarrassed by your shocked expression but he’s like iT’s true,,,,h*ney is my side project and stage name
  • and you’re like oh mY GOD im in a room with a LEGEND DUDE YOURE A LEGEND ON CAMPUS 
  • and jooheon shrugs, but the compliments make him feel really proud
  • and you’re like “oh my god oh my g OD,,,,,,,,,do you have anything you’re working on???? id love to hear it???????” and jooheon nods excitedly and sits down to start opening up some samples
  • and you literally spend the next two hours going through all of the stuff jooheon is working on and him just telling you about how h*ney came to be, how he learned to sing and rap and produce
  • and you’re in awe,,,,you’re like jooheon you’re amazing,,,,,,god why are you even an accounting major???? music is your talent????
  • and you get up and tell jooheon to play that one song you really liked and you just,,,,dance because it’s so good it’s impossible to hold still
  • and you outstretch your arm for jooheon and he’s turning red like,,,ah i couldn’t,,,,dance to my oWN song,,,,,
  • but you pull him up anyway and even in the tight space,,,, with snack wrappers and magazines all over the floor,,,, you and jooheon dance to the song
  • and jooheon,,,,,,for a moment he swears when he looks at you it’s like he’s seeing you in slow motion
  • your hair hitting your face as you twist back and forth
  • the way your mouth is open just ajar, eyes sparkling with something he’s never seen before
  • and jooheon doesn’t believe in love at first sight or whatever,,,,because he’s seen you enough in class,,,,,,but there’s something about you,,,,,something that draws him in
  • so much so that he shared his bIGGEST secret with you,,,,,,
  • and when you both realize it’s like wayyyy past curfew you decide you’ll just go back to campus in the morning and jooheon pulls out the inflatable mattress he has and lets you take it and he falls asleep in his computer chair
  • but it’s cute when you wake up you’re just like WOW you’re h*ney i still can’t believe it,,,,,
  • but jooheon shrugs and is like “it’s true” and as you’re getting coffee before heading back to school you’re like “oh! by the way - i promise i won’t tell anyone,,, you want to keep it a secret right?” and jooheon nods and you’re like well,,,,,,you have my promise
  • and  jooheon thanks you and you tell him you’ll see him in microeconomics for that final you’re both gonna cry during
  • and jooheon is like waving,,,,but for some reason with you gone it feels,,,,empty,,,,,
  • and throughout the day he keeps thinking about how happy you had gotten listening to his music,,,,,,how apparently a lot of people get happy listening to his music
  • and everytime he’d look down at his accounting textbooks,,,,,,he could just feel that this wasn’t for him
  • and so,,,,,,, at the end of the day he decides he’s going to switch
  • and when microeconomics class comes around and you’re like heY ready to die jooheon tells you his decision and you’re like!!!!!!!! dude im so happy for you!!!!!! 
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,it’s thanks to you,,,,,and you’re like mE??? and he’s like you made me see that music has the benefit of making someone feel something,,,,,i can’t do that with accounting
  • and you’re like flushing a bit because oh,,, you didn’t know you had such an impact but you’re happy you could help!! and jooheon turns to look athis paper but he’s like
  • before the test starts–after,,,do you wanna,,,,,,grab something to eat??
  • and you’re like,,,, as a oh-shit-we-failed-this-final kind of hang out or,,, a date??
  • and jooheon swallows and lowers his eyes but then he’s like “,,,,,like a date” and you feel your stomach do a little flip but you’re like ok!!!! deal
  • tldr; you and jooheon go on that date and it’s,,,,,fun you guys have a similar taste in music and you want to hear jooheon tell you more about his future plans 
  • but at the end,,,,when you’re doing circles around campus jooheon stops and goes “you helped me find what i want to do,,,,i want to help you too.”
  • and you’re like idk if you can,,,,,im still undecided,,,,,and jooheon sadly nods but he’s like “for now all i can offer is this,,,” and you’re like ? and he leans down to softly kiss your cheek and you’re like oh,,,,well,,,,,,,ill gladly take it,,,,,,,,,,,,again,,,,kiss me again
  • and jooheon is like on the cheek?? and you’re like nope, on the lips please (-: 
  • but jooheon is serious on helping you he gets together a bunch of his friends from different majors to talk with you and you’re like jooheon please it’s ok,,, but he’s like i want to help,,,,,,
  • you start spending more time with jooheon at his little studio and you’re always the first one to hear a h*ney song before it goes out
  • and you’re always hyping up his music because it’s SO GOOD seriously he could make money off producing
  • and jooheon never gets used to having someone stand beside him and praise him but he loves it even more because it’s you,,,,
  • his friend kihyun keeps demanding to know why you and jooheon keep going into the city together so much and you’re both like uMM,,,,,,,,for a group project,,,,,,,,,yeah,,,,,there’s a cafe there,,,,,,,we gtg,
  • and you like being the only one who knows jooheon is h*ney but also you keep encouraging him to maybe go public one day 
  • because that means???? other musicians can contact him???
  • but for now everytime you guys hangout at the club you hear a song and you just knowingly grin at each other
  • jooheon,,,,when he hears a song he likes sends it to you 
  • he makes playlists regularly and you listen to them whenever you miss him
  • you posted a photo on instagram of h*ney’s new soundcloud single and jooheon commented: oh! you’re a h*ney fan? 
  • and you rolled your eyes because REALLY so you replied with ‘he’s my ideal type, are you jealous?’
  • to which minhyuk replied: OH SICK BURN JOOHEON REST IN PEACE
  • you and jooheon both passing out at the library instead of studying until you get kicked out for taking up space and end up cuddled in each others arms in his dorm complaining about how college is hard and you should have both stayed kids instead LOL 
  • whenever jooheon overdoes it,,,,which he does a lot he stays up literally three nights in a row to work on a song,,,,,you have to come over and distract him with kisses
  • at some points you even have to sit in his lap and just use one hand to turn off the computer monitor and the other hand to go up jooheon’s shirt 
  • and he whines about the song he was working on but the whines turn into low moans soon enough and yes now you’ve got his attention (-;
  • but his friends are all super thankful to you because fINALLY jooheon isn’t torturing himself with accounting
  • you guys literally shred all of his homework once he officially switches majors. you also wanted to do a ritual burning of his textbooks but you were like wait no let’s sell them instead
  • jooheon: good idea. you’re so smart. i love you so much,,,,,
  • also not to mention but jooheon is the sweetest boyfriend he’ll buy you flowers randomly and give them to you after class
  • or he’ll do small gestures that actually mean a lot like he knows you forget your charger so he buys one that fits your phone to carry with him,,,,,,bought you a plush bee and was like you’re my bumblebee and im you’re honey!~~~~~
  • does horribly cringe worthy aegyo to get you to pay attention to him when you’re on your phone
  • but you still think it’s cute because you end up giving in and smothering him in kisses
  • you go to movie club with him once and instead of watching the movie you cuddle and try to throw popcorn into jooheon’s mouth and everyone is like ahEM PDA
  • and you’re like yes pda? i love my boyfriend????
  • you explain to jooheon what pulp fiction is really about and he’s like oh ,,,,,,my god
  • you share earphones whenever you guys take the train together,,,,,it’s really cute,,,,,,,
  • you both did fail your microeconomics final like you predicted,,,,,,,,but it was ok because it was microeconomics that brought you two together,,,,,
  • but you two also totally ripped the final apart in anger and then made out for a good half hour to cope,,,,,,,,LOL

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Humans are Space Orcs

Alright so I fell down the hole of “humans are weird” and I wanted to throw in some of my own thoughts. I’m sorry if anything has already been done before, but I’m pretty sure it hasn’t yet.

Anyways I’ve seen all this stuff about humans and their bonding with pets, but what about objects. People bond with objects all the time, and we name things. Just imagine how confused aliens would be about this. Humans just saying things like “ain’t she a beaut” and “she’s got a real kick when you activate the hyper drive.” All these aliens would be thinking that the humans are saying that their is a gender to inanimate objects.

Then imagine them seeing us with things like a favorite t-shirt or blanket. Wondering why humans all are fighting about who’s blanket is who’s. What about aliens accidentally throwing away a piece of old paper work away, and some human freaking out. The human just starts yelling saying “that paper had a list of great movie ideas on it! Why would you throw it away?” And the aliens all start thinking that any piece of paper is important if there is extra human writing on it. Then they see a human throwing away a paper with all kinds of writing on it, and get all confused. They ask the human why this paper was not as important as the others, and the human was just like “It’s just old paper work with a bunch of doodles.” The aliens all start just leaving any leftover human paperwork alone altogether now.

Feel free to add to this!

The Inquisitor Should be the Storyteller of DA4

Spoilers for all three DA games ahead.

About a year ago I wrote this piece - my theory was that Solas drew the Tarot cards of DAI, and that as such he was the game’s storyteller. More to the point, I talked about how Dragon Age is deeply concerned with stories and myths - how they’re told, the power they have and how truth figures into that power (or doesn’t).

I’ve also been thinking a lot about DA4. Many of us here agree that the Inquisitor won’t be the protagonist of the game, and as much as I want her to be (I really, really want her to be), I concede that it seems unlikely given the ending to Trespasser and the way the series is structured overall. However, I think an off-screen role like the Warden got is insufficient. The story of Solas’s betrayal, after all, is the Inquisitor’s story, regardless of her relationship with him, and for her to have no direct involvement in the way that plays out would make DA4 feel emotionally unfulfilling. The way they dealt with Hawke in DAI doesn’t quite work either - it was frustrating for a lot of players to see their Hawke poorly represented by dialogue that didn’t quite fit with their headcanons. So we want an Inquisitor who has some bearing on the plot, but who isn’t pigeon-holed into particular viewpoints or choices. And we want a new player character who also makes their own choices. How to get out of this bind?

As in the title: I think that the Inquisitor should be the storyteller of DA4, and that the player should be able to make choices as them to determine how the story is told.

This works on a number of levels. Structurally, it makes for a great framing device. Imagine the cutscenes from DA2 or DAO but with dialogue options - the player gets to not only impact the major events of the story, but the way it’s told. Is the Inquisitor angry at Solas? Is she in love with him? Or does she just want to move on with her life? Perhaps these options have an impact on the gameplay or the new PC, but even if they don’t, they allow for replayability by setting a different tone in each playthrough.

Logistically, it allows for a new PC who can make their own choices, but keeps the Inquisitor as an influencer - and as player-controlled. Perhaps as the game progresses and the PC becomes more independent/impactful in their actions, the Inquisitor’s responses become more automatic according to earlier tonal choices (as Bioware did with ME:A and Ryder’s conversation system). Or maybe the Inquisitor makes a brief in-person appearance or has a level dedicated to them at some point. Giving the Inquisitor a limited voice throughout the game makes any appearances they do make feel a lot more natural. There are a lot of themes Bioware could tackle with this as well. In any case, the point is that this doesn’t just get Bioware out of the hole they’ve written themselves into - it opens them up to new and expansive possibilities.

To me, though, it’s most interesting on a narrative level. As I said, Solas’s story is the Inquisitor’s story and vice versa. If Solas drew the Tarot cards - which were the primary narrative framing device of DA:I - then in some sense, Solas was the one telling the Inquisitor’s story (just as he did with the frescoes). It makes for nice poetic symmetry, then, that the Inquisitor should tell Solas’s story even if she can’t participate directly in it. So much of Solas’s anger and sadness is bound up in his story being told wrong. In that way, the Inquisitor would be in a powerful position in telling his story again and choosing the telling. It also allows for the new PC to transition smoothly into their role as the main protagonist - it’s a nice passing of the torch. Finally, it keeps the story personal - and with so much destruction set to happen in DA4, it really needs to be.

What do you all think? Would this be an interesting structure? How would you have it work? Can you imagine other gameplay structures that involve the player somehow controlling both the Inquisitor and a new PC?

Thanks for reading!

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'Arrow' Boss Teases Trials Ahead Building to Ultimate Prometheus Showdown
When Arrow returns after its long hiatus, Felicity will find herself going up against Team Arrow. With Adrian Chase (Josh Segarra) still on the loose, mysterious hacker organization Helix offers Fe…

When Arrow returns after its long hiatus, Felicity will find herself going up against Team Arrow.

With Adrian Chase (Josh Segarra) still on the loose, mysterious hacker organization Helix offers Felicity (Emily Bett Rickards) a way to track him down in exchange for her services involving something illegal. Needless to say, Oliver (Stephen Amell) & Co. won’t be happy.

But Ollie and Felicity will be forced to face their divide head on next week when the duo gets trapped in the bunker together. Will this actually bring them closer together? EW turned to executive producer Wendy Mericle to get the scoop:

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: What can you tease of what Felicity has gotten herself into? And will we get more info on Helix?
WENDY MERICLE: We will definitely get more info on Helix. We’re super psyched about this episode because it is really Felicity’s Dark Night of the Soul. We’re not going to wrap it up here, but we’re definitely going to take her to one of the darkest places we’ve ever seen her character go. Because she’s gone down this rabbit hole with Helix, she’s going to find out that — as per usual when people get themselves involved with these organizations — things aren’t always as they seem. Even though she has been really blinded by her drive to get Adrian Chase, I think she’s going to come out of this asking some pretty tough questions about herself and her moral decisions, and there’s a pretty big fight with Oliver, too.

How might this actually bring Oliver and Felicity closer?
We’re also very excited about next week’s episode. We haven’t done a lot of bottle [episodes], and this is one of the few that we’ve done. I think it turned out so well. [Director] Wendey Stanzler hit it out of the park. They’re stuck in a bunker together, and they’re not in a good place. They’ve taken their individual paths, which is was exactly what they wanted at the top of the season. They’ve gone down these different roads. Oliver’s tries to pull her back from this brink and has failed. All that fallout is going to happen right there in the bunker where they have nowhere to run and there’s no escaping that conflict.

And yet the sizzle trailer seems to indicate they’re on the road to reconciliation. Is that true?
They are definitely on the road toward — well, the interesting thing about taking her down this road with Helix is she is going to come out of it with this, the same way Diggle came out of it when he killed his brother — new understanding and appreciation for where Oliver’s been and what he’s been through. No matter whether they end up together or not (sorry, all Olicity Twitter fans), this is going to absolutely deepen the relationship. It has to. She’s now gone through her own island in a way.

Speaking of Diggle, an upcoming episode features Diggle and Lyla dealing with some marital issues. What’s going on there?
We’ve always wondered, ever since Lyla stepped up and took over A.R.G.U.S., the interesting thing about her character is she, in a lot of ways, is very similar to Oliver in that she’s now in the position of making some really hard decisions and having to constantly justify the means by the end. Dig’s going to find out about some of these things that she’s been doing, and he’s going to really wonder where did his wife go? It’s rich territory because they’ve always been such a solid couple. They’ve had their ups and downs, but I think this is the first time where Dig has looked at her and wondered that this person that he sees in front of him doesn’t really resemble the person that he fell in love with. That’s an interesting question for anyone in a marriage situation to be asking themselves.

It’s interesting because there was an episode where Diggle and Dinah were working really closely together, and fans noticed some chemistry between them. Does that play into this at all, or was that just two good actors working off each other?
It’s two great actors working off each other. [Laughs.] That said, I think that part of the fun of having the team there is it’s going to create theses different dynamics. If, down the road, there’s a little misunderstanding here or there, I’m not saying that might not happen. But right now, that’s not the case.

With Chase still on the loose, how much danger is the team in?
It’s safe to say, without teasing too much, they’re in the most danger they’ve ever been in.

How will the team — most of whom are relatively new and have not faced an ultimate showdown with a big bad before — deal with heading into the final battle with Prometheus?
Each character is going to have a different reaction to it. Dinah is very much on the page of, “This guy just needs to be taken down.” Rene is too, but he’s going to have other stakes; we’ve met his daughter before in episode 513. The people who have potential for collateral damage, if you will, the people with families who have more at stake are going to have different attitudes about that. Everyone is going to be on the same page of wanting to take this guy down. Nobody has really been left unscathed by Adrian Chase. They’re going to be all in, and all in in a way that newbies would be. There’s no doubt that Oliver is going to have a much more profound sense of the dangers ahead, but by the same token, he’s come to rely on this team and he needs them.

Malcolm Merlyn popped up in the sizzle reel. What role will he be playing in these last episodes?
Malcolm is going to be doing exactly what he’s always done. Part of the fun of him is that you never know exactly where he stands. One thing that is absolutely clear is he’s always there for Thea. He and Thea are going to have some pretty cool scenes together because she’s going to come back and he’s going to be there. She’s not happy to see him. Oliver is going to be pulling at any possible help, whether he can trust that help or not; he’s going to be calling in every reinforcement he has to take down Chase. I think Josh Segarra has done an amazing job at really making Chase one of the scariest villains that we’ve seen on the show.

Are Oliver and Slade actually aligning then?
That’s a great question. With Deathstroke, you never really know who you’re dealing with, in a similar way with Malcolm, but with a little bit more of an edge, because the history between Slade and Oliver is as deep and troubled as the one between him and Malcolm. Slade is definitely coming back. We’re definitely going to be thinking he might be on Oliver’s side. That’s all I’m going to say about that, to quote Forrest Gump. [Laughs.]

What’s next for Thea?
Thea is going to be going through a very similar emotional journey — Oliver’s going to maybe arrive at his conclusion emotionally a little bit sooner than she does, but it’s the same idea of really grappling. The last time we saw her, she was going away to try to figure herself out, because she had gone down this very Moira-esque road and started to pull these antics that were really morally questionable. She sees that, so when she comes back, it’s not going to be because she’s ready, it’s going to be because she has to. She’s going to be working that out. Eventually, she’s going to get to a place where she can put the past behind her, but it’s going to be a pretty hard road for her.

Will Oliver ever be able to operate as Green Arrow again? And if not, what does that mean for the future of the show? Are we going to see a new legacy for him?
He’s questioning his legacy; he’s been doing it all season. The fact that we’ve put the Green Arrow under the microscope to such an extent, we are definitely setting some stuff up for season 6. We will definitely see the Green Arrow again, but in what capacity? That’s a really good question. That’s a premiere question.

Kiss It Better [Tate Langdon x Reader]

Request: “Hey could you please write a one shot with Post Death Tate were the reader has been having nightmares so she’s stopped sleeping and one day she’s hanging out with Tate in the murder house basement and faints from exhaustion and he comforts and confront her about it? Maybe helping her get some sleep? Thank you so much!!” - Anon

Word Count: 679

A/N: I’ve never actually fainted before so I’m not 100% sure how accurate this is. I mean, I was stuck in a snow hole for like 5hrs and sort of blacked out but I don’t think that counts because that was due to my older brother, not sleep deprivation. 

I was listening to the Rihanna song and yep

A small shout wakes you up in a cold sweat, forcing your body off of the pillow. Sighing, you reach for the bottle of now-warm water on the night stand. Tate standing at the edge of your bed catches your attention, a worried look etched onto his tired face. 

“I’m fine, Tate. Go back to bed.” You groan, unscrewing the cap and temporarily forgetting that ghosts couldn’t sleep. Well, they could, but just didn’t need it to function. And from what he had previously told you, it wasn’t very enjoyable. He just sat there in silence, usually, which prompted all sorts of thoughts that he wouldn’t tell you about. Tate liked laying in bed with you most times, though. It took the bad thoughts away, and replaced them with brand new ones. But recently, you had blocked him from sleeping with you because of the nightmares. It was rare you got more than three or four hours of sleep per night, and you mainly stayed up reading or playing games on your phone. On the nights you did get some sleep, it wasn’t very nice, and left you in a state of shock and made you reflect on everything you’d ever done. At least it was good thinking time.

He stalks forward, resting at the side of your bed. Rolling your eyes at his puppy-like nature, you nod, and he lays down. That was the first night in a while that you got a semi-enjoyable night of sleep. It was a while later that you realized that he had been present each night you had a decent rest. It was like he was your lucky charm. 

Fast forward to now. It’s a week or so later, maybe even two. You were hanging out by the basement steps with Tate, talking about school, music, cats… Really, whatever kept him from noticing that you were two blinks away from falling asleep. You knew he’d take it on himself if you did happen to fall asleep while he was talking, and that probably wouldn’t end well for either of you.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, finishing his story. “It’s just weird.” 

“Y-yeah, it’s weird.” You shrug, your head spinning. Your eyes slowly shut to help the pain, but you feel Tate’s words get louder and louder until they’re not there at all. Taking a breath, attempting to open your eyes, you feel yourself float away. 

That’s the last thing you remember before waking up. Tate hovered above you, his eyes stained pink and worried. 

“I’m fine,” You say, trying to sit up. His hand blocks you, stopping you while you rest on your elbows on the messy bed sheets beneath you. “I’m fine. Let me up.”

“You’re not fine!” He shouts, standing. “You passed out! I thought you-”

Raising your hand to your forehead, you sigh. “How long?” He shrugs, sitting back down next to you.

“A long time. It’s dark out.” Tate says quietly. With his words, you’re running to the window to confirm his words. Much to your pleasure, it was only just getting dark, somewhere around five o’clock (you hoped, at least). “Why did you black out?” You shrug, leaning on your stomach. You assumed that the nausea was some side effect of the whole fainting thing. 

That’s when you see it click in his eyes. He knew exactly why you had fainted. “It’s the dreams, isn’t it? That’s why you haven’t been sleeping. That’s why you-”

“I don’t know, Tate! Just shut up and come here.” You groan, standing up, still clutching your stomach. He sits on the bed, the mix of anger and confusion in his eyes slowly fading away. The bed dips awkwardly as you sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know.”

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest comfortably. The boy strokes your hair softly and hums some random tune, and for the first time in however long, you actually might’ve been falling asleep to something nice. Maybe Tate really was your magic charm.

i get why lovelace and hera (and even maxwell to a lesser degree) are the most popular ladies of wolf 359 but i truly and deeply believe renee minkowski deserves more attention and love than she gets 

im doing my listen-through again and the thing that gets me, REALLY gets me, REALLY REALLY GETS ME, about minkowski is how much she loves and how much she wants a family. not to be embarrassing but one of the most powerful passages of literature i have ever read, one of the literary passages that has stuck with me for years, is that scene in the first warriors series where firestar is getting his nine lives from starclan, and one of the she-cats, i dont remember who, gives him a mother’s love, and he thinks hes going to get “~fluffy gentle feelings~” and instead he gets a BURST OF PROTECTIVE BLOODTHIRSTY RAAAAAAGE and i dont think anything has ever summed up my (admittedly limited) understanding of minkowski better than that 

renee minkowski loves so much. she is so strong in her love. she does her duty - she does her job - she throws herself into every hard part about it - she does the talent show, she wants eiffel and hilbert to be there, she wants christmas to be something good for them all. she loves and that doesnt just mean people, she loves doing what she’s expected, she loves doing a good job, before everything goes to hell she just loves to do that. which doesnt mean there are necessarily or frequently ~warm gooey feelings~ about what she does, she has the kind of love that throws you against every brick wall until you get through broken and bleeding. does she maybe do it all to make up for some perceived lacking on her own part? maybe, maybe cutter and hilbert were right, to puncture holes in her confidence. i dont know i havent listened to the show that much. do i still think that love - ferocious and ruthlessly unsentimental and primal and surely selfish - is at least one of her primary motivations, if not the primary? yes yes i do

(side note: minkowski’s a frickin slytherin BITE ME. minkowski loves eiffel so much. minkowski loves hera so much. i think minkowski still loves hilbert on some level. but minkowski doesnt love everyone. she doesnt love kepler, or maxwell, or jacobi. she loves her crew. sometimes that includes lovelace, sometimes it doesnt - it depends. but her core crew is eiffel and hera. she will do anything for them. she throws away her own morality, her own soul for them. she sacrifices herself again and again for them. she makes the tough calls for them. she wants, she needs, she has to protect them all. if “minkowski commanding” didn’t prove that i dont know what does - theres ambition in that, unstoppable and brutal, intransigently moral and savagely amoral at the same time, her love for doug eiffel and hera. what will renee minkowski not do for doug eiffel and hera?)

i hate that i feel guilty for “”reducing minkowski to a mother figure”” but if i have permission to speak freely then im going to freely tell those guilty feelings to shove it because renee minkowski is not reduced by her bone-deep protectiveness or her capacity for love; she is not dishonored or insulted by my seeing her in the unspeakably resilient role of female protector, mother, unceasingly self-sacrificial, going on and on and on just to keep her people, her family, alive

so to conclude renee minkowski is my space step-mom and i will stand up for her and her incredibleness until the undoubtedly bitter end thanks and good night

things i imagine when i’m trying to fall asleep

I live on the Blanket Planet.  The entire planet surface is covered with many layers of soft pink fleece blankets.  Some are loose on one or two ends, so you can slip underneath to sleep.

The Blanket Planet has no native plants or animals, but it does have humans, descendants of settlers who landed long ago.  They do not have much in the way of technology, because the planet provides for all their needs.  In places a pink liquid seeps to the surface and pools; this liquid has all the nutrients and water a person needs to live.  Near the pools there are holes that go far down into the blanket layers, where waste can be tidily disposed of.  (Are the food seeps and the waste holes connected, deep underground, by some kind of microbial food chain?  Best not to think about it.)  Bands of people gather around the nutrient pools and live quiet, cozy lives, wanting for nothing, spending their days resting or playing on the warm blanket landscape.

I am an astronaut.  I have been sent out into Earth orbit with only my mattress as life support.  This is not as bad as it sounds; my mattress provides perfect life support.  Tiny fibers in the mattress, too fine to cause any pain, slip through my skin and attach to my surface capillaries, and gain access to my bloodstream.

The mattress balances my blood chemistry perfectly.  I do not need to breathe, because it removes carbon dioxide and adds oxygen.  I do not need to eat, because it infuses me with nutrients; I do not need to go to the bathroom, because it removes all wastes.  It warms and cools me as needed.  (As far as radiation and vacuum hazards, it, um, let’s say there’s a forcefield?)

I float in space, and watch the world turn underneath me, mattress at my back.

I am a different kind of astronaut.  I have been tasked with a long-range, long-shot mission: to find a new habitable planet.  I am part of a new kind of space mission, Operation Grapeshot.  Thousands of volunteers were loaded into tiny single-person capsules and fired out into space in many different directions, toward any possibly useful exoplanet.  We understand that most of us will not make it.  Most of us will die in space, millennia from any potential landing site; many more will find their landing site uninhabitable. But we volunteered because there is a chance, however slim, to be pioneers.

In the meantime, the capsule is comfortable.  It is small, the living space barely enough to turn around in, but well-stocked with food and entertainment.  I can watch any movie ever made, listen to any music ever recorded, as I fly through the void to my uncertain destination.  Or I can simply rest, and savor the luxury of truly free time.

Eventually I will land.  Not today, not tomorrow, but it will happen.  And I will step out onto a surface of soft, pink fleece blankets.

stormears  asked:

Do you know of any resources for "what it's like to live in X environment?" I'm trying to write about a character living in a village in a desert. I've checked your "research" and "resources" tags and didn't find anything that I could use. My google research gives me things like "facts about deserts/tundras/rainforests" but these are more trivia facts instead of how a person has to adjust their life to use/deal with their environment. I want to read about the human experience of living there.

Let’s turn this into a chance to do deeper searches. I don’t know what you’ve already found, but some of the trivia might be helpful later. Don’t discount it when you need to go hunting or gathering for dinner.

Three things before we jump down the rabbit hole: 

1. There are indigenous people who’ve lived in climates we Westerners think of as inhospitable for millennia. Focus on people, not climates. (Research both, though.)

2. I’m not going to filter out any results that might send anyone to articles that are culturally insensitive/appropriative/exceedingly white. I haven’t vetted all of them all the way. That part’s up to you.

3. You might want to outline or list the building blocks of the world you want to create so you can focus on those specific topics. 

First, make sure you are asking questions in natural, or close to natural, language. Just searching “desert” or “desert life” will probably give you way too many generic articles. 

My first search was “what is it like to live in the desert” and actually, the results that looked most promising were some of the related searches all over the page. 

That gave me the idea to search for “human inhabited deserts” and that got a lot more promising. 

I saw one article, Facts About the People in the Arabian Desert, and it looked like it was meant for kids. But I checked the references at the bottom of the page and found the name of a travel journalist named Ryan Murdock. A few dead ends later, I got to his Articles page on his own website and found a few good links to articles about Jordan and Namibia.

I went back to “human inhabited deserts” just looking for areas/specific deserts/specific peoples and found places like Alice Springs, Australia, the Sonoran Desert, the Kalahari Desert/San people, and the nomadic Tuareg people. 

Don’t forget National Geographic. There are articles available online. Hot tip: You’ll need to filter the search to avoid sifting through hundreds of single photographs. Unless you want to do that for landscape ideas. 

This looks like a start: 

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2014/07/hejaz-desert/salopek-text

[Beware the paywall … you might need to use a library database. :-( ]

Then I realized I wanted to find other longform journalism articles, so I searched “where to find longform journalism online” and found several promising, free sites where you might want to search for specific articles.

References on seemingly useless articles might be of the best help. You’re going to have to search more than the first page of results a lot, too. 

See what other authors have done with the topic. Other searches I dove into: 

“books about people living in the desert”

https://timesflowstemmed.com/2013/04/28/top-10-books-about-deserts/

“books about desert cultures” might be good, too.

There’s no guarantee that this is the research path you need to follow, but maybe it will get you started and you’ll find the road you need to take. 

Bonus advice: 

If you’re looking for desert living in a fantasy/sci-fi setting, I recommend reading the classic Dune by Frank Herbert. It’s a master class in using setting to frame a story (and in fact an entire epic saga).

If spec fic isn’t your thing, then I offer up Willa Cather’s Death Comes for the Archbishop – another novel where setting (New Mexico; the book was published in 1927, so keep that in mind.) is as important as the characters. 

– mod Aliya

it’s strange to think about how people can change us with a slight interaction– i’m not feeling too well, could you maybe write a poem for me? she asks while disguising her leukemia under an anonymous face. i did not know her at all, i was just a poet that was more worried about facing tomorrow without my ex– life changes my perspective in such a tragic way. did you really have to take her? i may not be here for much longer, but your poetry has helped. i sleep a little better, she whimpers into her crossed arms as her head sinks into featherless pillows– everything feels vulnerable and fragile nowadays. you’ve been silent ever since that day. did my words truly alter your life in some way? it hurts to know that my words were amongst the last passengers that came crashing down in your train of thought. i wish that we could’ve been real life friends, i would have visited you everyday. i’m pretty bad on the piano, but i know the melody to trey songz’s i can’t help but wait– i think you would have loved it. i wanted to be by your side, i wanted to hold your hands– a reminder that you’re not alone, i’ll join you some day. you’ve been the topic of many poems, the reflected moonlight doesn’t show on my eyes– would you like to know how i came up with the name? because when i was down and high enough to reach the face on mars– i read your request and heard your cries for help. the pain that you have endured, how could i not make sense of the night afterwards? routine is healthy for humans, it gives us order in this chaotic universe. so when i’m coming down from my high, i think about you and sleep arrives. how can i smoke when you’re on your last breath? how can i love if i’m just a flaw waiting to be unveiled? they say that pressure creates diamonds– they never left your bones. and it isn’t just a few hundred poems dedicated to you because you’re gone and i am here waiting for any sign that you did make it. it seems that way, the stars won’t grant any wishes tonight– but if they did, i’d ask for them to trace your lips into a constellation. you are not alone, you just feel lonely. you aren’t unloved because i loved you. you aren’t forgotten, you are remembered. the thin line smile that you held will be a secret home– to all of my poems. have you ever hated any part of yourself? if so, may i tell you a story? it starts out like any love story would. boy meets girl, and the world just stops spinning on the days that they meet under those stairway hugs with those silly teenage glances. you never really know where to run, we once painted hearts where the empty would sleep, we used to love until black holes would give way to life and if it didn’t work, we’d try again tomorrow. the years went by and we made our fair share of mistakes, we dig ourselves a bigger hole– the coffin will never be big enough for our secrets. and then you’re alone again, happiness that’s water pressured into the back of your skull– i spray painted her smile in between my thoughts and my worries, you break and break some more, you run away from priorities and never think about the consequences of depression and drug abuse– i will never amount to much, but my poetry has a place for my readers. you became one of those silent readers. you became a guiding star inside of my self-hatred. i am blind to my own achievements, i am bound to hell and there’s no way back, but if redemption does exist– you are the wonderful angel that’s waiting to grab my hands. of course i still think about you, silly. although we were strangers, although i may not have known you past three anonymous asks, i still consider you a special soulmate of mine. one that i can’t kiss. one that i can’t hug. one that i can’t hate. one that won’t leave. one day, i’ll sing songs with you and we’ll finally figure out that the moonlight did not reflect from my eyes, but rather yours.
—  i can’t give you the world, but i can give you enough poems to keep that smile warm ∞
A little consideration on Yondu’s character

You know guys, from all scenes of GOTG vol 2, before Yondu had that confrontation with Rocket, it really surprised me that scene where the Ravagers were in that nocturn/sexual club thing, and the scene where Yondu, after he finished to made sex with those robot-whores, and when he was looking back at them.. that look of him.. just froze me up and let me think “ How alone, sad and lost can be this poor guy? Jeez.. I wanna hug him!”

Besides some of his Ravagers crew, he

1) Has no romantic relationship with a special woman, just sexual adventures with robot-whores who feel nothing real and it clearly bothers him, he’s not satisfied at all! And in that scene you can see that deep hole in his heart like he were saying “How fucking misarable is my life?!”

2) He cares about Quill, but this last one never thinked of him like a valid father-figure;

3) He has been banished from his great Ravagers’ captain, Stakaar;

4) 20 years of slavery ‘cause of his stupid parents!! So none of family love!

Jeez….what an unlucky character! I felt real pain imagine his life ‘til now!! Poor thing, but still.. what a GREAT BADASS CHARACTER !!! <3

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i drew @tidorito‘s cute lil horror boy 

i also made a maybe?? horror sans??? his name is spots tho and hes kind of like a circus ringleader? (i was listening to my circus playlist so)

The signs as shit my sister has said.

Aquarius: What if we called our eyebrows, eyeBROS?

Pisces: Who would think something covered in holes would be so warm.

Aries: (When people get mad at me for being confident in my singing.)
If you’ve been playing soccer for 12 years and you can’t kick the ball, that’s pretty sad.

Taurus: Instead of two women fighting each other to the death I want them to fight some else to the death… together.

Gemini: “I thought you said you buried the hatchet!”
“I dug it up, bitch.”

Cancer: [Can’t find the mozzarella sticks]
Panic! At the Freezer.

Capricorn: Me on a good day: (holding knife to your throat) YAINT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.

Sagittarius: (Looking at unclicked pen) It’s off.

Scorpio: I say bedroom, hands say hospital

Libra: Okee dokee artichokemedaddy

Virgo: I told mom she could bring me something from Costco and I hope she took that as bring me poutine.

Leo: Me, a gay, somehow just became my friend’s fake girlfriend for two seconds a day.

live action dc comic movies: good & classic characters brought down by horrible writing, looks good but too many plot holes, some actors were bad choices for the characters, okay at first but starts to not make any sense when u drive home and think about it

lego batman movie: god tier, beautiful, outstanding, spectacular, funny and has the campiness of the 60s batman tv show but still has an overarching serious tone that batman should have, amazing and animated well, simply beautiful

anonymous asked:

i hope this isn't a weird question, but i feel like it's appropriate to ask you - what BL series can you recommend, manga or otherwise? they don't have to have xxx scenes, and relationships can even just be implied... thanks, either way!

Ohoohohoh I have a lot of BL stuff I could tell you about!! Here’s a list:  

That’s all I can think off but hopefully you’ll read some of these cute stories!! Thank you for asking me!!!