i'm sure someone will object to at least one of these but i have reasons for all of them

anonymous asked:

Do you think Kara would have saved the plane in the pilot if Alex wasn't on it? I'm not sure but I think she wouldn't have. It would have left her feeling guilty enough to make her sick but she'd sat out emergencies before.

Oh, she’d have let them all die lol.

I’m pretty sure Kara hasn’t saved anyone since Jeremiah gave her the talk after she saved the woman and the baby from the exploding car and Alex got hurt.

It’s so strange to think about because, now, there’d be nothing that could stop Kara from saving that plane.

But do you recall how angry and scared Alex was after she saved her?

“What were you thinking? You exposed yourself. To the world. You’re out there now, Kara. Everyone will know about you and you can’t take that back. […] What if people figure out who you are? What you are? It’s just It’s not safe for you to do anything like that. Ever again.”

That’s how all the Danvers treated Kara’s secret. Like there was nothing scarier than someone finding out that she was an alien. They were a family of scientists, they knew how much people would love to get their hands on Kara and what they might do to her in the name of progression.

And that fear was instilled, on purpose, into Kara. Fear for herself, maybe fear for her new family. And she only got over that fear once she had, in her mind, no choice but to use her powers and she felt what it was like to be a hero.

This is one of the reasons I’m super understanding of her not telling any single person on the face of the Earth her secret if she doesn’t want to. Beyond just her general right to keep it a secret & that it’s no one’s business. If her fear of anyone finding out that she’s an alien was enough for her to, despite what she really wanted, have let people die for years, it’s enough fear for her to lie to someone she likes for a while. It’s a lot to over come, and with the anti-alien tensions at play and the high from just becoming Supergirl gone, it’s enough to trip someone up.


But I think people forget how different Kara’s life was before the show.

She didn’t have a Purpose™

She was using her position at Catco as her way to help the world, but she felt it was insufficient. This is the most obvious change.

She didn’t have the confidence or the faith in her own moral compass that she has now

Or she’d have already been saving people. It was what she wanted to do, but she was abiding by the advice of others and their judgment of what The Right Thing To Do was.

She didn’t use her powers regularly to heat up coffee or to fly to work 

She wasn’t even sure if she’d be able to fly because it’d been so long, and Cat having hot coffee was like a first, because Kara was suddenly using her heat vision. She might have used them occasionally, like at thanksgiving or when she was in a jam, but I’d wager it wasn’t frequently by any means. 

(Now, I feel like super strength is different, because I don’t think it’s a turn on/turn off kind of power like the others. At least, I don’t see it that way. So she’d be more likely to use her powers to lift heavy objects than to use super speed. Just for pre-pilot fic reference.)

Aliens weren’t well known

There is some continuity error here, because somewhere between Kara telling Winn that Aliens don’t exist in the pilot and Leslie Willis posturing if Supergirl had tentacles, people figured out that Supergirl and Superman are aliens. But, either way, they weren’t really a discussion people were having before. There were no pro-alien anti-alien debates. (Well, if there were, it was a debate of ‘do they really exist?’) 

So someone finding out that Kara is an alien? It would have been a really big deal. Like you finding out your classmate is an alien. That big.

(This also means that the Luthors, before Lex found out Clark was an alien, weren’t anti-alien. Aliens didn’t exist to the general public when Lena was growing up. She wouldn’t have heard things like ‘aliens are bad!’ from her family. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they were generally xenophobic. So if you’re doing Lena backstory and want to address the toxic/hateful environment she grew up with and that she has to overcome, I’d lean away from the “family that hates alien” idea and toward “family that hates things that are different” idea. Or just have it be a recent development because Lex went crazy.)

She didn’t have a close group of friends, and was likely pretty unpopular when she was younger

When she was talking to the guy who kidnapped Alex, she mentioned how she was sitting alone when Alex was sick. I think she probably had trouble for a long time with human interaction. And Winn is the only friend we know she had before the start of the season, and I don’t think they were as close as they are now.

She didn’t date much or have boys fawning over her as much as she has since the pilot

Eliza was said to have criticized Alex in the past for Kara’s not dating enough, and she started the show with obvious ‘dating troubles’. Remember that clueless guy who wasn’t into her in the pilot? (What a dumb move on his part lmao.) 

But it’d probably be hard to get close to someone romantically with that secret. In fact, the date in the pilot wasn’t going well because Kara couldn’t talk about herself properly. He asked where she lived or was born or something and she’s like “uuuhhhhhhhh up…north????” so yeah…. 

But, if you’re curious, I’d bet money that she hadn’t slept with anyone yet. I’m not even sure if she could sleep with a human without something to de-power her but that’s actually beside the point.

Her relationship with Alex was more strained 

In the early episodes of Supergirl, Alex and Kara worked some things out that hadn’t been worked out before that time. Alex had some resentments toward Kara, and she also was keeping the DEO secret (and before the DEO, her secret downward spiral).

And I think Kara had resentments about them telling her not to use her powers. 

Honestly, just watch this (deleted) scene and feel the tension between them: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlvSrSA6hFQ

So I don’t think they were as open as they are now with each other. I think they tried to bury it all, and it affected their relationship, if not their ultimate love for each other.


So Kara’s life has changed a lot since before the series started. 

Becoming Supergirl has really made her life so much better, not only in terms of her impact on the world, but on her own relationships. For the first time, these past two years, she’s felt really connected to people.

And I really don’t think she ever though she’d have real friends or a real relationship, or a relationship without resentment with her sister. 

And this is why, every time she fails in a relationship or loses someone, it feels like “oh, so I don’t get to have this after all.”.


But I think, eventually, Kara would have started using her powers on her own. 

It’d take a push of some kind, or her having an internal realization, sure, but she’d get there. It’s who she is. Who she really is. Even if it takes her some time to understand that.

Hell, having Jimmy Olsen around, reminding her of what her cousin was doing might have done it. 

Or maybe she’d have naturally grown confident enough to try it, over time. 

Or maybe she would just have woken up one day, turned on the news, seen someone who needed help, and said, “No. Not this time. This time I’m going to act.”

anonymous asked:

hi! i'm new to the fandom and was wondering if you could rec me some sterek long fics (30k and above) ? :3

Sure thing, sweetie! Let me start by saying welcome to the fandom!! Hope you’re liking it so far, our people have a lot of talent and I’m really excited for you see everything. Arranged shortest fic to the longest fic.

Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah (E 27k)

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

We’ll Still Have The Summer by allyasavedtheday (T 32k)

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

“-And this is Stiles,” Scott is saying just as Stiles arrives next to him.

“I’m Derek,” the guy replies gruffly, folding the sign up and tucking it under his arm. “I’ll be taking you back to the hotel.”

By Any Other Name by entanglednow (E 33k)

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

I Have Faith In Nights by DaintyBoots (M 35k)

Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah (M 41k)

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

After The Storm by matildajones (M 41k)

Derek’s mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

A Pirate’s Life For Me by Hepzheba (E 42k)

The Sheriff’s department of Beacon Hills is finally getting a K-9 unit. Stiles is thrilled. Well, he would have been if he had remembered that they were starting today. He wishes someone had reminded him. He also wishes someone had informed him that his new colleague and the one who’s going to help them start the K9 unit is smokin’ hot. Or that is new partner in form of a dog kind of lives to disobey him.

If this doesn’t work out he hopes his dad will write him a letter of recommendation to a department somewhere in Alaska.

There are no real pirates in this story.

It’s Insanity, but… by rosepetals42 (M 56k)

The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from falling down the entire flight of stairs. As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the record, that this is Scott’s fault.

Or: Scott and Stiles are raising seven children. Derek is the entertainer they hire for a birthday party (not a clown though, he’s very specific on that fact.)

I have a bunch more over 30k but these are some of my favorites. Hope you like these!

My fanfic recommendations requests are always open.

mythover  asked:

Hey there love your blog. Quick question I'm trying to write a fanasty book where one of the main characters use both swords & guns. A katana on his left hip & a short katana on his right aswell as carrying a desert eagle on his person but he lives in a world where technology & magic exist except firearms are illegal. Is it possible to write scene's where this combintaion works?

The “short katana” would be a wakizashi. It’s a distinct weapon in its own right and was traditionally part of a samurai’s accoutrements, though this is probably the least significant issue here.

The combination works in so far as you remember that real people make really horrible decisions in an attempt to seem cool. The Desert Eagle is a very flashy, somewhat terrible, gun. You carry one as an aesthetic choice, not because you want to actually kill someone with it. It’s big, bulky, unreasonably heavy, and stupidly expensive. The only point to owning one is to say, “look at what a badass I could be.”

The katana is a very flashy, somewhat terrible, sword. Stop me if this one sounds familiar; this is a sword you carry as an aesthetic choice, not because you actually want to kill someone with it, but because you want to say, “look at what a badass I could be.”

In both cases you’re talking about items that present the concept of a weapon far more valuable, lethal, and cool, than the real articles offer. With the katana, there’s also all of the associated cultural baggage. The katana is, literally, a holy symbol in Shinto. If your character is carrying one for religious reasons, that’s one thing; but, if they’re looking for “the best sword,” then, it’s a terrible choice.

It’s also probably worth pointing out that both the Desert Eagle and the katana require two hands to wield properly. Desert Eagles have a “floating mag,” meaning the magazine remains somewhat loose in the grip, while locked. If the operator fails to properly stabilize the pistol, this can result in the pistol failing to feed, meaning it won’t properly load the next round into the chamber, and forcing the user to cycle the slide manually. This isn’t an issue if you’re using the pistol as designed, but if you’re trying to fire it one handed, because your other hand is occupied with a katana, it could easily result in a dead man’s click long before the magazine is empty.

There’s a similar issue with the katana, the design works with the idea that the wielder will be using it with both hands. Specifically you use your index and middle ring and pinky finger on your off-hand to control the blade, while using your main hand for power. The problem with wielding one single handed should be immediately obvious; you can flail around with it, but you can’t really get much value from it that way. At that point, you’d almost be better off with a machete, simply because it would offer a more comfortable grip, and would be easier to swing.

While wakizashi are frequently matched with a katana and sold together, they’re not intended for simultaneous use. The wakizashi had distinct uses, mostly so the samurai would have a blade they could actually use in doors, but it wasn’t supposed to be dual wielded with a katana. Think of it like buying a kitchen knife set, sure there’s eight knives in there, but you’re not going to be using all of them together at once.

I’ll add, I’ve got nothing against a character that has a reason to use a katana. If it’s a badge of office, a family heirloom, a sign of their order or training, that’s fine. It’s the idea that “this is the best possible sword ever,” which I object to. It’s a two-handed sword. It’s not particularly great. It has a dedicated martial style, predicated on using very fragile blades, (and historical katanas are exceedingly fragile).

Finally, if you’ve got a setting where firearms are outlawed, there’s a few problems specific to the Desert Eagle. I mentioned that they were large and expensive, so let’s break those down a little. First, these are massive pistols. A Mark XIX Desert Eagle weighs just under four and a half pounds. For a pistol that is comically heavy. This is also a gun that is over a foot long. These are large handguns. They are difficult to conceal. If you’re living in a setting where owning a gun is illegal, this is the last thing you want to be carrying on the street. (They’re pretty terrible carry weapons in the real world as well.)

On the current market, with firearms that are legal to buy, a used Desert Eagle will set you back at least $1,200 ($1,400 to $1,700 is more likely, for a gun in decent shape). In contrast, if you’re shopping for a solid conceal carry pistol you can expect to spend somewhere between $400 and $500. Even high grade “tactical” pistols rarely break $1k, unless they’re collector’s items (or SIGs). Most “cool” pistols you see on TV probably cost between $600 and $1k.

If you’re wondering why SIGs manage to command higher prices, it’s because (in most cases) they’re remarkably high quality. I’ve had issues with the American produced SIG Sauer P226s, but in general SIGs are worth the money.

The Desert Eagle really isn’t worth the money. As I said earlier, these are guns you buy to show off, not because you’re looking for a carry weapon.

And, all of this is before you step back and apply the economics for a setting where getting a handgun is illegal. At that point, you’re talking about a gun that could easily cost more than an older model car. Those economics skew against you even harder every time your character pulls the trigger.

Desert Eagles come chambered in a couple different rounds. There’s .357 magnum, .44 magnum, and .50AE. (Technically, there’s also .41 magnum and .440 variants as well.) Gun stores aren’t going to stock a lot, but you can buy them if you’re using something chambered for it. Also worth noting, if you’re dropping the hammer on a .50AE Desert Eagle, it will set you back more than a dollar per bullet. (The current, actual cost in the US is ~$1.35 per round.) But, if you’re in a setting where firearms aren’t easily available, your black market’s going to need to focus on rounds they can actually sell. They may keep a little bit around (and would charge way more than the price I just quoted), but once it’s gone, getting your hands on more could be very difficult. In this sense, it would be much safer if your character was using a firearm that matched to the common calibers in their setting. The reasoning is, that your black market may not keep much .50AE around (if they keep any at all), but they probably will stock 9mm, .45, or whatever your setting’s cops use. It’ll cost substantially more than it would in the real world, but it will be something your character can buy. It also won’t leave behind freakishly expensive shell casings every time they open fire. A string of killings involving a .50AE pistol? That will bring the cops down on their contacts looking for someone who’s been scavenging around the black market for those 12.7mm rounds far faster than a few people who got plugged with a black market .45.

To a lesser extent, the katana and wakizashi have a similar issue. Yeah, sure, they’re cool, I guess, but they’re also memorable. If your character is using a sword (and that’s common in the setting), having the cops looking for someone using a guy with a katana will result in a much shorter search ending at their doorstep than someone with a random non-descript sword or even something like a machete.

If the katana is enchanted, then sure, your character is kind of stuck with it (up to a point), but it’s still a weapon they’d need to be somewhat careful about hiding, and more careful about using.

So, yeah, it’s entirely plausible that you’d have a character who thought all of these were a good idea. If you have a setting where they could actually get their hands on them is a different question.

If you’re thinking they could use the weapons together, then no. They could switch between them, but trying to use them all at once would result in wild flailing, and a malfunctioning pistol.

I can think of, at least, one legitimate reason why your character might carry around a Desert Eagle (or a katana) in a setting like you’re describing, and that’s to scare people. If you’re an enforcer for some shadowy criminal organization, then being able to shove a 14 inch, chrome, monster gun up someone’s nose is an effective option (and yes, the Desert Eagle is a model of handgun you can press into someone without disabling it). But, even then, they’d probably carry something far more practical for times when they were there to kill someone, and not just put the fear of Elmer Keith into them.

Depending on the setting (or the organization they work for), then they might carry and use a katana for that kind of intimidation instead. For instance: If they were Yakuza, it would make some sense. At that point, you might reasonably get a character who used that exact set of weapons for intimidation, and would actually use the katana or wakizashi when provoked.

In general, though, there’s nothing wrong with a character thinking this is all a good idea. It’s not. But, if they could afford it, they might go chasing after that concept anyway.

-Starke

EDIT: As @fox-bright kindly reminded me, it’s the third and fourth fingers on your off hand that you use to control a katana, rather than the first and second. Sorry about that.

This blog is supported through Patreon. If you enjoy our content, please consider becoming a Patron. Every contribution helps keep us online, and writing. If you already are a Patron, thank you.

anonymous asked:

un-biased analysis on that jikook vlive in osaka of them possibly doing bro things while naked in the dark pLEASE

First of all, you asked for this

Second of all, I’m just gonna point out a few things because the whole video was just…weird and try not to shove jikook down your throats cause that’s not fun (and also because there’s no actual evidence of Jimin being in the room in the first place)

Keep reading

one-soul-two-brothers’ ultimate fic recs: wincest edition (part III)

Wincest fics are my (other) absolute faves to read
First time fics are the best (but not imperative)
I like them to keep some semblance of canon
A fic doesn’t have to have sex to be good (but it doesn’t hurt)
They have all been thoroughly vetted (aka I’ve either read them all at least twice or will definitely be reading them again)
And the most important: happy endings are a requirement

ENJOY!

best LATE-SEASON FIRST-TIME

title: The Exodus
rating: explicit
word count: 14k
relationship: first time
summary: So. Dean left with Cas over a week ago on some sort of recon mission, and yeah, Sam has been trying to bury himself in research, but he’s just not coping all that well with the long-term separation. He wakes up early one morning, expecting the day to be like all the rest: brother-less. Oh, except, it’s even worse than all the rest, because he’s completely and totally alone on his brother-less thirty-fourth birthday. His bleak outlook quickly changes with an unexpected phone call, and he has to admit that maybe someone, somewhere answered his embarrassingly needy birthday wish, despite his lack of candles to blow out.
excerpt: “Yeah,” Sam breathes, trying to convince himself he’s not dreaming. It’s just– Dean is only sweet like this, open like this in Sam’s best dreams, so… how on earth could this be real? “I missed you,” Sam adds, breathing it shyly into the air between them, watching how the words affect his brother.

title: O Brother, Where Art Thou?
rating: explicit
word count: 6600
relationship: first time
summary: Over the last fifteen years, Sam Winchester had walked away from his brother more times than he cared to count. This time, Sam couldn’t come up with a legitimate excuse. At least, not one that was appropriate to tell his brother. He knew that, as much as him leaving would hurt Dean, staying here would lead Sam to making choices that could hurt Dean so much more. Could push Dean away permanently. Because Sam Winchester was in love with his brother, and he couldn’t hide it any longer.
anna’s notes: Shameless self-promo.

title: The Claiming
rating: explicit
word count: 6900
relationship: first time
summary: At age 32, Sam Winchester presents as an Omega. No one is more surprised than Dean, the Alpha who’s been pining over his little brother all his life. Canon divergence after scene with Piper in 11x04, “Baby.”
anna’s notes: Look…I think I’ve read this like five times (at least) since I discovered it (like, a month ago). I know, it’s ridiculous, but it’s just SO GOOD. And yes, it’s an a/b/o fic, but if you’ve never read one or don’t really like them, I still think you should check this out. There are absolutely no dom/sub or non-con components that are often in a lot of other a/b/o fics. And IT’S LATE SEASON FIRST TIME WINCEST, OKAY? THE BEST KIND OF WINCEST. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

title: The King and The Lionheart
rating: explicit
word count: 53k
relationship: first time
summary: After the disastrous but effective removal of the Mark, facing a life without allies or a reason to keep hunting, Sam and Dean Winchester leave their old life behind them in flames. They re-emerge from the ashes as Sam and Dean Wesson, residents of Misty Luna, Maine– a town with a personality all its own. As they settle into civilian life, they gain careers, a home, good friendships and the kind of fulfillment they never thought possible. But with nothing left to fight, the underbelly of their particular kind of love is thrown into sharp relief, especially considering the whole town thinks they’re married, anyway. After dancing around their feelings for the past twenty years, Sam and Dean find a peace they never knew existed, and through it all, they find each other again. And maybe, just maybe, forever. Curtain!fic. Canon divergence after 10x21, “Dark Dynasty.”
anna’s notes: THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD.

best PLOT WHAT PLOT

title: Coupons
rating: explicit
word count: 5730
relationship: established
summary: This could, quite possibly, go down as the most ridiculous thing he’s ever done. He feels all of ten years old again, in a grade school where he doesn’t know anyone, creating a coupon book for Mother’s Day that he plans to give to Dean. Only this time, he’s 29 and his brother’s turning 34, and the coupons aren’t for chores around the house.
anna’s notes: I mean…there’s a little plot. And plenty of fluff. It’s so good.

best MPREG

title: Not A Curse After All
rating: explicit
word count: 23k
relationship: established
summary: Dean didn’t understand how his life always seemed to take the oddest turns. Another case with a witch and it was official, he was dying, not just dying, but a slow torturous decent into his worst fears before he went. He was eating like a teenage girl on a date, sleeping like a middle aged man in a mid-life crises and he hadn’t wanted sex in….shit he didn’t even know how long.

title: It Only Takes One Oops…
rating: mature
word count: 20k
relationship: established
summary: Someone gets pregnant.
excerpt:
“How, I mean, when… fuck,” Dean mumbled, his speaking ability currently matching his thought process.

“You’ve got the ‘how’ down perfectly,” Sam said as he sank down on the bed next to his brother. “The when? Oh, cast your brain–your upstairs brain–back about six weeks to that weekend at the Grand Canyon. The night with the full moon, the back of the Impala, NO condoms, the ‘come on Sammy, just this once, what can one time hurt, it’ll be fine, please Sammy, please.’”

“I didn’t beg–”

“You sure as hell didn’t use a condom! And, yes, you begged.”

title: Settling Up, Settling In
rating: explicit
word count: 38k
relationship: established
summary: Dean’s been running himself ragged keeping Sam from scratching at the Wall Death put up in his little brother’s head, and things are not okay between the brothers because Sam won’t let Dean anywhere near him, and the only thing Dean really wants now? To retire. Because it’s the only way to keep Sam safe. But a routine salt and burn leads to a cursed object that causes Sam to go into a sexual frenzy and get Dean pregnant, which is okay with Dean because that seems like the perfect ticket out. Until the Hell in Sam’s head starts to spill over and he freaks out when Dean tells him about the baby.

best CRACK

title: SAMpala
rating: explicit
word count: 12k
relationship: first time
summary: Sam wishes he was the damned Impala, at least he might get some Dean love that way.
anna’s notes: This is both hilarious and sweet at the same time.

best SEASON 12 CODA (episodes 12-20)

title: 12x13
summary: When Mary tells Sam and Dean that she’s been working with the British Men of Letters, neither of the boys takes the news well.
anna’s notes: Shameless self-promo.

title: Coda to 12x13
excerpt: He tries. He tries. He watches Dean scowl every time they see their mother and he works, honestly works to try and smooth things over, talks to Dean and talks to Mom and tries to help them see the other point of view. And if he catches Dean texting surreptitiously, later, he’s pleased about it. It’s good, right? That was the point, and there’s no reason she should message them both.

title: Dragged Up (12x17)
summary: Sam’s still so unsure of what he and Dean have. Drinking one night with Dean and Mick, Sam’s thoughts spiral down into a deep pit of despair.

title: Through These Walls (12x18)
summary: When Ketch put a bug in the bunker, he was looking for usable intel. What he got? Well, that is something else entirely.

title: You’ve Got Mail (12x18)
summary: Sam’s been getting an awful lot of emails from his brother lately…
anna’s notes: Fluff and schmoop and a first kiss!

title: But We Can’t Punch Ourselves Awake (12x19)
summary: Sam is sure this, too, will be forgiven.
excerpt: Sam isn’t like his brother. Dean forgives and forgets once you’re back in his good graces. Sure, he’s ruthless and can hold a grudge like no other but once you’ve proved yourself? He forgets it all. Sam is living proof of that. Still alive after all those years after Dean had planned on killing him. Sure, they’d made up after that but there are things in Sam’s mind that he won’t ever be rid of. It’s evident even more by Dean’s constant forgiving of Castiel.

title: Coda: The Future (12x19)
excerpt: “I know what you’re gonna say, Sammy, but no. Not this time. He’s messed with my car, the Colt and my baby brother on the same fucking day. You are not making any more excuses for him. We’re done with him, you hear me? We’re done.” Dean pushes Sam’s hair out of his eyes. “You doin’ OK? Can you stand?”

title: Untitled 12.20 coda
excerpt: Max won’t tell her anything. Bad witch is all he’ll say. Bought her power from a demon, used it against Mom, used it to make Mom turn on you. He won’t explain why he burned Mom without her. Won’t explain how she was healed, why there isn’t a bloody gash in her abdomen. Natural magic. Don’t worry. You’re fine. Everything’s gonna be fine.
anna’s notes: This isn’t actually wincest, but it was too good not to add to this list.

title: Coda: Twigs and Twine and Tasha Banes (12x20)
summary: Written mostly because I’m so worried that Sam wouldn’t wake up at the end of 12.20. *chews nails*

         
For all my other ultimate fic recs (j2 non-au, j2 au, and wincest), go here.

anonymous asked:

After reading so much of ur metas about how Ouma isn't evil and is very caring and empathic, I forgot something. Ouma sees the killing game as a, well game right? But I'm not sure why or if that's really true. If anything, due to his hatred against killing, wouldn't he be the one most against seeing the killing game as an actual game? And wasn't it stated that Ouma was the first character to see the killing game as an actual game? Idk why this but that feels important.. or maybe it's not?

This is a really good point to bring up anon, and a great question! If it seems like Ouma’s stance as a whole on the killing game and games in general is a bit contradictory, it’s because… well, it is!

Ouma is a pretty contradictory character overall. Rather than being solely a “good person” or a “bad person,” he’s a well-intentioned person aiming to end the killing game but willing to do extremely morally questionable things in order to do so. He claims he “hates jokes and lies” on several occasions, yet at the same time embraces them and in fact needs “gentle lies” in order to cope with the harshness of reality. Considering that almost the entirety of his design is presented in “blacks” and “whites,” it’s highly ironic that he himself as a character is largely morally grey.

Keep reading

I’m bored so here’s some general tv production stuff. I’ve been wanting to post these concepts in a meta but decided to give them mostly their own post.

We’ll round the ratio for the hourly screentime to 1 even though most network TV dramas are 42 minutes. Producers of tv networks usually like a lot of coverage and shot variety so there’s more control and they can adjust timing. When I took film/tv production classes in 2012 or so, I was taught that networks budget about 18-20 hours of footage to 1 hour(rounded) of screen time. Looking around now, that seems to still be about right from what I could find. If anything, it might be more footage because pretty much everyone uses digital now and digital is cheaper than film by a lot. I’ve heard of 40:1 but I don’t think that’s normal. It is a thing though.

Typical projected filming with actors is about 12-16 hours a day for tv. I don’t know what the schedule is for all tv, but SPN apparently films for 8 or so days an episode. 

Below are the 6 cardinal rules of editing and how much each one is supposed to matter in the cutting room. These were taught to me in school using the book: In the Blink of an Eye by Walter Murch. The first 3 are pretty obvious, the last 3 are more technical:

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I'm making some changes to my paracosm, and I decided to make magic a larger "thing" in it. How much magic do you think is *too* much? I'm thinking about magic influencing the land that people inhabit, and magic influencing people's lives. Now, everything would have a plausible explanation (magic in my paracosm has a set of rules), but I'm afraid to fall into the "deus ex machina" territory. When should we stop using the "It's magic!" explanation for improbable stuff?

Werew:

There is no such thing as too much or too little magic. 

When creating a world, incorporate as much or as little magic as you want. It’s yours, and you can do anything with it! And in fact, magic is a fantastic explanation if you want improbable things to be a part of life in your world. 

The only thing you need to do when working with heavy-magic worlds is make sure to have internal consistency, and make sure to make it all make sense (if your world is one where things make sense. Sometimes it’s best to just handwave things, and preposterous stories can be a lot of fun! It’s mostly stylistic choice at that point). You mentioned that everything follows a set of rules, so it sounds like you’re well down this path already. 

A few things to avoid so that your magic-heavy world will not annoy your readers: 

Follow Your Rules. If something always happens a certain way, do not deviate from that rule unless you have a legitimate explanation for why it can do so. Stories that focus on a breaking of an established rule can be really neat, and breaking your own rules can be fun, but you have to explain why. If, in your world, someone can use fire or water magic but never both, and then a character shows up who does, you need to have an explanation behind that (this can vary; supernatural forces, rare and not-well-known circumstances, misunderstanding of the rule by the general public, etc, as long as the explanation is there).

Don’t Make it Convenient. If the magic in your world solves everyone’s problems and never causes more problems, it will be boring. If magic is powerful, think about what kind of social implications it might have, especially if not everyone has access to it equally. If you implement magic in a way that solves one problem, try to at least give it the potential to cause other ones. 

Also, if you need something to happen for plot reasons (someone needs to die, a battle needs to be lost, an event must play out without intervention) and it is possible for that event to be stopped or changed with magic, make sure you have a reason that it didn’t get changed. It drives me up the wall when powerful characters don’t use their powers at crucial moments for no apparent reason, and everything gets screwed up as a result. If your character can see through walls, there’s no reason for her to peek around a door and get spotted by the bad guy. However, this is not to say that events like this cannot happen! Maybe the character who can see through walls is being pursued by someone who can sense her magic if she uses it, so it’s actually less risky to try to peek around the door. Alternate explanations can be fun, and they won’t irritate your readers like it will if someone conveniently forgets to use their magic. 

Make it Part of Life. If you’re going to have the land and the lives of people influenced by magic, make this influence show up in a lot of little ways, and try to make it a dynamic aspect of the world, instead of leaving it static. What if there is a magically very fertile land, but in order for it to remain fertile, certain trees have to be left untouched? What if everyone knows that, but then lightning strikes one of them and it dies? 

If a mountain is held up by magic, is it safe to dig a tunnel through it, or will that disrupt the magic? 

If someone who would otherwise die is kept alive by magic, how does that change their life? Did the magic simply fix whatever was wrong with their body that would have killed them? Do they have to be sustained by an object, and if that object is damaged they die? Are they magically tied to the person who may have saved their life? 


constablewrites: 

I think the most important way to stop magic from killing all your tension is to make sure the magic has a cost. Perhaps it’s unpredictable and the characters can’t really rely on it. A character who must cast spells using their own blood can only do so much before needing to rest; one who burns their own lifeforce and shortens their lifespan with every spell they cast will likely come to prefer not casting spells at all unless they have no other options. Spell components can be expensive, rare, obnoxious, etc. It could be that everyone learns a few basic spells and cantrips the same way they learn reading and math, but any significant power requires extensive study and training, an inborn talent, something like that.

Games are actually a great place to look at this. Video games, tabletop RPGs, even some board games–if there’s magic in play, they have to find ways to balance it and keep a character from being too broken and being able to run roughshod over any obstacle in the way. Cooldowns, mana costs, skill trees that cut off certain options depending on which path you take, physical components that get degraded or destroyed with use: all of these are ways to keep the magic users from being able to do whatever they want whenever they want. In fiction these things might not be quite as clearly quantified, but you can still use the concepts (like a sorcerer might not have a defined number of spell slots, but their spells become less effective or even stop working entirely if they push themselves too hard).


Bina: 

Personally, my line for “too much” magic in writing happens when: a) it takes such a long time to explain the function/purpose/execution of the magic that it distracts from the scene/plot/narrative (UNLESS some magical execution happens to be part of the scene/plot/narrative) b) it involves memorizing too many vocab words/rules/quirks of operation to stay on track with the world c) so much gets hand-waved away (author assumes the reader will excuse and accept things as ‘magic,’ and/or that explaining the rules somehow makes it less 'magical’) that you’re left wondering “huh? wait, why did that happen/how was that possible? Magic, I guess…” d) there’s a mostly-magical solution for almost every conceivable problem except the cliche basics, like “can’t force people to fall in love,” or “can’t bring back the dead” (which, imo, are pretty weak constraints by themselves. Like the genie from Aladdin, he’s so powerful except for those things. Materialize an army? Make you improbably rich? Done! BUT they include the bonus restraint of “you only have three wishes” as a much better balance to the magic system).

I guess I can summarize that as “don’t let magic itself steal the spotlight away from more important things, but don’t let it be a mystery either.”

It’s okay

hey wow would you look at that i actually finished the fic i’ve been talking about writing for like a week. not my best work ever, probably, but i’m fairly happy with it. 

i made that long-ass post about my autistic!logan headcanon a while back and i wanted to do something more with it, so, uh, this is it, i guess? warnings: sensory overload, internalized ableism (aka me projecting all my issues onto logan sorry buddy), anxiety (the feeling not the character).

also, i want to emphasize this, autism is a very diverse spectrum. not everyone with autism experiences it in the same way. this fic is based off of my personal experience. do not assume that all autistic people are like this.

Keep reading

Ed stuck in Arkham post-Season Two:


He doesn’t eat because he’s not hungry. Because he can choose not to. Because the food is abhorrent. Because he wants to know what will happen. Because it would be easier to die.

What’s the right answer?

It’s been a long time since anyone has talked to him. Possibly more than a week: he’s been counting floor tiles but not days.

(One hundred eighty five and a quarter bricks in the walls, two thousand eighteen and a half diamond-shaped holes in the security grating, four thousand three hundred twenty seven stitches in the mattress. It’s too hard to check the thread count of the blanket by the dim light of the window, so he doesn’t use it, leaves it balled up in the far corner no matter how cold the room gets.

Statistically speaking, it’s easier to concentrate at lower temperatures. He’s sure he read that somewhere.)

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I'm a big fan of your work, I was wondering if maybe you could do a Qrowin prompt on how Qrow was able to bed with her the first time if she was so cold and bitter to him. I wish I had your writing skills 😔

“Ice Queen?”

That was the code word, and Winter snapped to attention. Dressed down to her more casual clothes and at the side of an alleyway, she gave the man a long look over. Already she could feel the gears in her mind turning, wondering if this really was the right person in front of her. The Atlas military had called in assistance from Vale to help infiltrate a smuggling ring, requesting for someone that looked imposing yet could be discrete.

Instead her partner would be Qrow Branwen, a beanstalk of a man with a large sword. What was worse was his childish red cape, which had so many tears towards the bottom that at some point the man must have nearly lost his head for it.

“I was hoping they would send someone more intimidating, but you’ll have to do.”

His eyebrow rose just behind his dark bangs, and a little smile stretched his face, pulling the stubble on his chin with it. “Makes me wonder what you think of me right now.”

She furrowed her brow and picked herself up off of the wall. “Someone might think you’re too handsome, and that would make you memorable - a liability in the long run.”

“Heh,” he let himself have a small chuckle before continuing, “Too handsome, you say?”

This was so close to being the last straw for Winter. First there was the paperwork needed to obtain a hunter from another nation to assist them. Even then, though, the mission was absolutely trivial - simple criminals looking to try and start something but were caught too early. She did not need some hunter looking to talk back, not when she was in charge of the mission.

“Let’s get going. We’ve wasted enough time.”


“Sorry, buddy, she’s not interested in you.”

It wasn’t until after the mission, changing back into her more standard outfit, the additional paperwork, and her second the small celebration party that Winter really understood what Qrow had asked. When it hit her, she felt herself stop dead in her tracks. She wouldn’t have been concerned that Qrow was too handsome if she somehow didn’t think that he was handsome as well.

“The lady just wants a night on her own, beat it.”

No, she corrected herself, that was oversimplifying it. Perhaps it was better to say that he simply had features that one might consider as handsome. Yes, that sounded better. An angled chin with just a bit of stubble, sharp and intentful red eyes, and that voice with just a bit of a long drawl and coarse sand in it. Why, some might daresay that it was a more rugged type of handsome.

“You’re outta luck, chump. She’s so drunk she’s not even listening to you.”

But he had at least proved her wrong on the intimidating part. Then again, though, anyone would be intimidating when they have a sword that turns into a scythe that stands longer than they are tall.

Winter didn’t think he was intimidating, though. After all, There was no reason to be intimidated by an ally. In fact-

“Look, she doesn’t even realize that she’s talking out loud and I’m right fucking-”

“Qrow Branwen,” Winter whirled around on her bar stool to face the man that was two seats away from her. Whatever conversation he was having was cut short as she set her glass down louder than she anticipated. “You are neither handsome nor intimidating.”

“Winter, I’m over here.”

Her vision might have been swimming at the edges, but she was sure that she was staring into those red eyes. She waved her hand in the air and dismissed his statement. “You may have features that most would consider handsome. A nice chin, dark hair, and very beautiful eyes. And you might be intimidating. But really-” she felt a slight sensation of weightlessness before she righted herself in the stool again, “Really, you are neither. Because you see- For you see-”

“Here we go again.”

He was taking her criticism very poorly, but he needed to get it into his head. She got out of her seat and unsteadily moved into the seat next to him, grabbing his arm. “Listen to me!” She leaned in, making sure that he had to focus on her argument. She refused to let anything distract him from her message. “You can’t be handsome if I think it’s a liability for a mission, and you can’t be intimidating if you’re my partner in a task.”

There. She gave her side of the argument. There was no way he was handsome nor intimidating, not in the slightest, not in the lowest circle of hell, not in the-

“Hey, I had to sit through your stuff, so humor me for a moment, Schnee.” There was a light clink, and she blinked twice, shifting her gaze to the cup he set down. But he started talking again and she looked back. “I am only a liability during a mission. Does that mean I’m handsome now?”

“…Huh?”

He huffed. “If my handsome qualities are a negative factor on a mission and thus a liability, then if there is no mission, and therefore no reason to be a liability, am I still handsome?

Oh. That- That was a good question. Her hand reached for her glass, the one she slammed down earlier, but instead she brushed up against a hard object and there was a light shattering of something.

Whatever, someone must have done something with her glass.

“Another shot, please.”

And that was the last thing she remembered.


“You- You know Branwen, that wuz sho very cl… cle… clever. Of you. Clever.”

“Clever?”

“Yeah, clever. Cle-ver. You only ashked if you were handshum.”

“And why is that cle-ver?”

“Yurr not intimi-… intimidat- intimidating! Not intimidating. B’caush we’re alliesh.”

“You still didn’t answer my question. And come on, we’re at the stairs. Stairs, Winter. The general wanted you brought home and you can’t climb stairs if you’re dragging your feet.”

“And- And why did they pick you?”

You picked me, Winter.”

“Yes, i picked you becaush we’re alliesh, and you can’t intimidating- no, it’sh… intimidate. Can’t intimidate alliesh. Not allowed.”

“The stairs, Winter, and then the question please.”

“…Carry me.”

“Yeah?”

“Carry me up the shtairs and I’ll ansher the queshtion.”

“Really, now?”

“Yeah, ‘cush then I can shee your red… red eyes and- and- chin and jush… jus’ shee thim.”

“Just see them?”

“Yeah. Shee thim. They- It‘s… ‘s verr… verr pretty.”

“Heh, okay then.”


The hangover was unpleasant. But the operation was completed on a Friday, so that meant that at least it was now a Saturday and Winter wasn’t expected to be in the office.

That didn’t detract from the unpleasantness of it all, though. First she awoke to a pounding headache. Then there was the vomiting. Then there was the undying thirst at the back of her throat.

And then she realized that Qrow Branwen had taken care of her through the night. Then it was both unpleasant and mortifying. He made sure that she got to the toilet in time and held up her hair for her, that she had water to drink, and an aspirin tablet at her side.

The worst, though, was when she finally came out to the kitchen of her apartment. She had expected him to be long gone since she was stable enough to take care of herself. Instead he was in front of the stove, making bacon and eggs and it smelled heavenly, enough to make her stomach growl.

It was a nice feature to walk into on any morning.

Judging that the food was ready, he placed them onto a plate and put it onto the counter before returning to the pan. “You should eat.”

“I… Branwen-”

“Eat now, think later.”

“… Alright then.”

The sizzle of oil came up again as he added some more food to the pan, perhaps a portion for himself. He certainly deserved at least that much after last night. Winter slowly forked piece after piece into her mouth, chewing slowly to both savor the taste and also give her more time to think.

Here she was, in her military blouse and creased white leggings, hair down and mildly unkempt. It was like a scene from a sitcom. And even though it was unlikely, she still felt herself unsure. Her cheeks flushed as she spoke her first question. “Qrow… did we…”

“Nope,” he slid the pieces onto a second plate and grabbed another fork for himself. “I’m not stupid enough to do something like that. Especially not when the general himself expected me to get you home.”

“General Ironwood?”

“I had to call him to get your apartment address and number.”

The color drained from her face and she almost felt her fork drop. “You called the general?

“I have his number,” he looked up at her, and she was just a little too late in realizing that she was staring into those red eyes again. “You got a beef with that?”

“No, no,” she tore herself away. She should have been worried over the fact that the general had seen her drunk as hell, but… just …

Fuck, he really was handsome. And he could cook. And he knew how to handle a hangover. And he cared for her in one of the not-so-pretty moments of her life. “Just…” she sighed, “surprised, I guess.”

“… I get ya, Ice Queen.”

The rest of breakfast was in silence. When the meal was complete, Winter offered to clear away the dishes while he freshened up, trying to ignore the fact that he was naked in her apartment, trying to ignore that he probably had to use her soap and shampoo, trying to ignore that he had some really good qualities to him despite their initial meeting.

“Fuck,” she said to no one in particular.

She buried her face into her hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he came out of the bathroom, there wasn’t much fanfare outside of the beating of her own heart. He tucked his sword on the back of his hip and began to move to the door. But right as he reached for the door handle she stopped him.

“Qrow.”

“Yeah?”

It was too easy in her mind. But now that she was standing in front of him, looking up at his red eyes again, it was so much harder to swallow her words and to do. And why was he so tall?

Under the right circumstances, the man was certainly intimidating.

With a gulp, she stood up on her toes and kissed him, holding his hands, cheeks burning. “I… I take it back. You’re very handsome.”

He smiled. A nice, wide, time-stopping, but ultimately warming smile, and there was a chuckle behind his voice as he spoke. “I know. You told me twice.”

Here her gaze fell to the ground, but it had to go through looking at the stubble on his chin, then down his chest and legs first.

Intimidating

But he was an ally. A friendly. Partner-

“Um…” she swallowed, and it felt like an eternity passed, but Qrow was patient. “Did… Did you want some coffee before you go?”

And this time, the wait for him to respond was twice as harrowing “Sure.” A beat. “But is that what you really want right now? Coffee?”

Her cheeks burned red, but she pushed her fear back down to the pits of her stomach and shook her head. “N-No,” she forced out. “Not coffee.”

Instead of a response, a finger tucked itself under her chin and lifted her eyes up, bringing that intentful red gaze into sight again. Her whole body shook from anxiousness, and his lips softly mashed against hers, nothing like the peck she gave him last time.

He pulled away one last time.

“Is this better than coffee?”

“Yeah.” She gulped. “A lot better than coffee.”

He moved in again, more intensely this time, and she let his warm body wash up and over her.


“So where does this put us now?”

“Well, that depends - do you want this to be a one-time thing? I mean, you’ve already established that I am handsome and intimidating, so you had to have been thinking about the long term in some way, right?”

“Something… long term would be nice.”


A/N: Aahhh, thank you for the kind words, Anon! As for the writing, I’ve been doing this for some time, so I had to start from zero somewhere too, so don’t feel discouraged. I hope this answered you prompt, although I did it in Winter’s POV instead. Was a whole lot of fun though, and hopefully you got a kick out of it too. I might have made Winter seem too drunk, but in the end I felt that it helped contrast the moment better in the end.

anonymous asked:

Hey, would you be willing to do Chapter 72 of Tales of a Dreambender? That chapter freaking wreaked me emotionally and I'm really curious like how your process and thoughts were while writing it

Got a request for Chapters 72, 30, and 119 of TD, and The Scouring. Going to take a bit to get them all out, but here’s the first – Chapter 72, Acceptable Risks.


Okay, it’s been awhile since I wrote this fic but let’s get into this. :)


I know that this first part, where I mention Ford and the Transcendence, I was trying to set the idea of what it was like for Stan right after everything happened. He got his brother back, they saved the world…but his great-nephew paid for it. So even though Stan’s a hero, he’s not tethered, doesn’t have a purpose, like he was before with his duty to bring his brother home or protect the kids. So he’s fallen back into his pre-Gravity Falls habits of not caring much if he gets through everything that okay, worse than before since he feels responsible for what happened. Just…being extra risky because, in Stan’s mind, he was supposed to make sure nothing happened to the kids on his watch, and it did, so he needs punished for it, even if that’s not exactly what he’d say.


But at the same time, he can’t now, because he’s needed again, and the twins are in a bad place – one he understands far too well. It was a lot to put into just a few sentences, but I still pretty much like how it came out.

Keep reading

gayflorona  asked:

Hey, so I read your post about how you identify, and I wanted to say that I totally support you in that and I'm glad you've found a label that makes you feel good! I don't understand though --- I and a number of other people feel the way about the word "queer" that you do about those other labels. And lesbian is the word I've chosen that makes me feel good. So... why should we use your label as an umbrella term even though it makes ppl uncomfortable, instead of something more inclusive??

Ok, so, basically the thing for me about it is…

When someone tells me that I can use ‘queer’ as a personal identity label, but not apply it to anyone else…

It feels like they are saying ‘it’s fine for YOU to be like that, but don’t try to go claiming solidarity, or a community, with anyone else, or act like anyone else shares your experiences!’

Which feels profoundly isolating, tbh.

Also, yeah, I don’t super love the word ‘gay’, BUT I wouldn’t presume to tell anyone they can’t use ‘gay’ as a term, just because I have a history of it being used as a slur against me.

Because if that is someone’s personal identity or they feel comfortable using it, then that is their right to use it, for themselves and for others that fit the generally accepted definition of the word.

And I would certainly never say you were unable to use lesbian as a personal identity. Go for it! I’m glad that it works for you. 

But literally EVERY WORD OR TERM we’ve got has been used as a slur, in a mocking context, to hurt.

It isn’t just ‘using a slur’ like ‘bitch’ when you could just say women, because none of the words we have are particularly neutral.

Despite ‘gay’ being used far, far, far more often as an insult & a slur in modern contexts, in both my own experience & that of research I have read on the subject….

I have never encountered a single person who has EVER objected to it’s use as a catch-all term on that grounds.

Not one.

If you genuinely believe you should object to the use of the word queer, it’s  doing the same for the word ‘gay’, but I’ve never seen that happen, not once.

So that doesn’t really feel like a useful argument, or at least, it feels very unevenly applied as one.

Which, again, is fine, because I’m not fond of policing the terms, I’m just pointing out that it feels hypocritical to tell people that one word is more harmful, so they aren’t allowed to use it, when both carry both good & bad with them.

HOWEVER…

What I would say, however, is that ‘gay’ & ‘lesbian’ used as a catch-all can erase all other women & people in the community who don’t fit that identity marker, and for that reason another more encompassing word perhaps, in general descriptions of ourselves as a group & how we are treated in media might be a better fit.

Because, yes, ‘gay’ can be used as a general community term, but the more common parlance that’s understood is ‘same-gender attraction only’, so it’s less useful as an encompassing term, anyway.

Like…

I’m looking at the media coverage of the “Xena’s sexuality is going to be explored canonically in the reboot’ thing going around, and I’m seeing a lot of ‘She’LL BE GAY’ or “SHE’ll BE A LESBIAN’ headlines…

When that wasn’t what was stated, that wasn’t confirmed, and Xena, to my knowledge, had relationships with men in the past during the original series, so calling her bi or pan or etc would probably be more accurate…

But people are seeing ‘not-straight’, & defaulting immediately to ‘welp, must be gay then’, which is limiting & smacks, to my mind, of bi-erasure type stuff.

Whereas, if those headlines said ‘queer’…

That, to me, would acknowledge that Xena will be liking ladies, but that no one has specifically mentioned an identity label for her, and her attraction to other gender could fall anywhere on a spectrum.

Because that’s what ‘queer’ means, to me.

It’s a personal identity label, sure, like ‘gay’, like ‘lesbian’, etc.

But it’s not strictly a substitute for those. It’s a larger category, like… Like taxonomic labels.

It doesn’t erase the individual identity a person has, it just acknowledges that they exist in a big complex messy overlapping group with a lot of other people.

 Me referring to you as part of a group & saying ‘queer’, to me doesn’t negate the fact that you’re a lesbian, any more than pointing at a bowl of bananas, pears, apples, oranges, etc, and saying ‘those are fruit’, stops the orange from being an orange. (It’s just acknowledging that… Oranges are not the only fruit, badum tshhh. I’m sorry. That was a terrible, terrible joke. I digress.)

It’s an umbrella term for all of the non-heteronormative identities, while also acknowledging the complicated nature of some of those identities.

To me, it seeks to encompass all of them in a singular word, to point out the fact that not everyone’s identity is set or defined. Some are, some aren’t, some are a work in progress.

To acknowledge that the gender binary is a construct, a strict binary of male/female, straight/gay, doesn’t work for everyone….

Like myself. What word easily states ‘attracted to women, for sure, some nonbinary people who lean more femme in their gender expression, definitely not men, haven’t worked out exactly where I’m at in terms of sexual attraction all the time, also autistic so figuring out how I feel about people is weird anyhow?

There isn’t one, and that paragraph makes for a darned mouthful & TMI in most conversations, anyway.

So… ‘Queer’.

Because coming up with a way to list every possible word for every possible combination thereof in terms of identity, outside than what is seem as ‘the default’ is a functionally impossible task.

Sure, you could list acronyms like WLW, or LPQB, or LGBT.

But often those they leave a lot of people out, like bi women currently loving men, for WLW, or for the other ones, ace spectrum people and others, and they are all awkward in verbal conversation, not super accessible to the uninformed, etc.

In terms of LGBT, it’s often used in circumstances that also conflate being trans as if it’s a sexuality, or to give the false impression that trans issues are being prioritized in a conversation they are absent from.

‘Sapphic’ just sounds a bit twee, in all honesty, and again, it codes very overly-specific to just women who exclusively like other women.

So that’s my case for queer, in terms of using it as a catch-all, because it’s both simpler, more complex, and broader than any of the other terms.

Queer is also more than just an identity category of categories, too, it has other context that make it appeal to me.

It specifically has the academic context of ‘queer studies’ & ‘queer theory’, and the academic discourses that, while wildly imperfect, have done a lot of good at studying our community, understanding it, legitimating us, etc.

It isn’t a term that’s just a slur, it’s a term used by the people looking at us, or looking at themselves, in understand, to gain context & knowledge & circumstance.

It has that weight behind it, for me. That lens.

I’m a sociology major in my undergrad, and if I could do any kind of research, it would be ideally from the lens of queer theory.

That’s also what I think of when I use the term. Of my gender studies classes & queer theory classes I’ve taken, the halls of universities carrying the term.

That’s why it’s used in media commentary, in aca-fandom, in terms like ‘queerbaiting’.

We aren’t pulling from it’s older history as a slur, we are pulling from its newer usage as a tool of critical commentary, to utilize the term as a line-of-best-fit catch-all for the issues that affect people who don’t fit the neat box of cis/straight.

And finally…

Yeah, queer has a history as a slur, and one in modern academic contexts, but it also has a history since at least the 1980s as a term used in by activists in our community to fight back against the idea that our identities are shameful.

It was specifically used, to my understanding, BECAUSE of its power as a slur, not merely in spite of it.

The reclamation of it has a lot of power to me.

It feels, to me, like saying ‘The world is saying that who we are is shameful, is disgusting, is crazy & terrible & wrong, & they’ve said it loud enough and long enough that we don’t have any words left but the ones that they’ve used to hurt us with.

But we’re tired of believing them.

This? This thing that they said we are?

Is beautiful. Is love, is pleasure, is happiness, is pride. We refuse to let it be ugly, because it never was.

Language evolves it shifts and grows and SO MANY people have grasped onto that word with joy & pride, and used it as a banner, a rallying cry, have formed academic language that calls our messy complexities out of the ether & into legitimated discourses of existence, of struggle, of love, of being.

We’re allowed to carry that word in more than just our aching hearts, let it echo in broad public halls, not just in the quiet spaces between the words we never let ourselves speak.

We can speak it.

We CAN use that word as if there is a community behind it, as if there is anyone else like us in the world for us to find peace or love or belonging with, because there is, we know there is.

We’re trying to move past the kind of thinking that told us different, thanks, and we have no reason to go back to it, we have no reason to grant that any power over who we are, who we choose to be. 

As the rallying cry states…

We’re queer, we’re here. Get used to it.

kandayuu  asked:

lavilena, for the ship ask meme u reblogged a couple hours ago pls ;v;

I’m really sorry, this post turned into a huge monster. My Lavi/Lena feels know no boundaries. I don’t think ask memes are supposed to turn out like this.


send me a ship, and i will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it.

otp ;___; i originally paired them off because i was a yullen shipper and it sort of made sense for me to write fics that included both yullen + lavilena so i didn’t really /ship/ ship but i just wrote them together. this was back in late 2007?? according to my ffn posts, which was when the ark sequence was still in writing! i kinda started finding them cute together because of the anime fillers (episode 44 and 45, i still remember till this day) and then when the manga chapters came out i think i sort of got persuaded that they really could be a thing.


• my thoughts: (chunks of content below)

this couple breaks my heart all the time lmao, i really believe that they could be a canon couple. what sets them apart is how both lena and lavi are both perfectly strong, independent people (tbh all of ot4 are) but although they don’t rely on each other to be strong, they draw strength from the other did that make sense. 

here, lavi gives lenalee, who was scared to death because of how hopeless the entire situation in the ark was, a comforting squeeze and instead of telling her it’s okay, he tells her to get a hold of yourself. he doesn’t make statements like “we’ll be okay”, because he knows he can’t promise her that (and lena probably won’t buy it either lmao), but instead this one sentence reminds her that everybody is fighting and that yes, she should keep on fighting too. 

something similar happened on the ship to edo, but i don’t have the screencap here: he knocked sense into her, although he made her cry and felt really guilty afterwards.

and the first thing she thought of when she thought she was going to die was that she hadn’t apologized to lavi. there were so many things and people she could have thought of, why lavi, why an apology?

on the other hand, lenalee’s humanness is giving lavi strength as well. strength in the sense that he has something to fight for, which is making him more human.  lbr, if lenalee wasn’t around, lavi would only be fighting just for the sake of survival. i say strength in the shounen sense - of having someone to protect, which is ironically the one thing that lavi should not possess. yet you cannot deny that lenalee has been the main reason why he has become more human.

when he goes to retrieve lenalee from her battle with eshii, he fights so hard with the ship’s crew to let him leave despite his own injuries. what is pain, when lenalee is missing?

and i’m guessing his monologue here is to show how her absence scares him more than he wants to admit.

when it comes to lenalee, any idea of objectivity totally flies out the window lol. he breaks the bookman code wayy too many times for his own good just for lenalee, because lenalee makes him human.

going against the inspector like that was totally overstepping lavi’s boundaries as a bookman, and he knows it very well, but he did it without even a second thought.

look at the shock on his face; he couldn’t understand how she could hate something so much, yet want it so much just to protect the people she cares about. and because of that, because he knows what she cares for (komui, more than anyone else), he is willing to go all out to protect those same things that she cannot. 

see how his first thought is for komui to stay alive? because he knows it would crush lenalee if anything were to happen to him. even kanda reminds him that he doesn’t need to do this. doesn’t need to do what komui has termed ‘throwing your life away’.

because why should a bookman do so? why should a bookman give up his life just like this?

but no, lavi just keeps going, even pushing komui to go to lenalee, knowing how much she needs him, because he is the one that she has been fighting for all these long years of holding the innocence.

and their respect for each other: lavi knows that lena will suffer if she makes this decision, to go and reclaim her innocence, (i’m sorry), and that lenalee hates the innocence so much, but he still lets her go knowing that she’s made up her mind. likewise, when she demanded that he return to the ship with bookman and to let her deal with eshii, he relents (although very reluctantly) and trusts in her. 

(wow i’m really sorry this was not supposed to happen wtf)


• What makes me happy about them:

that this ship is partially? canon and actually has evidence to back it up. I’m honestly not sure about lenalee’s feelings towards lavi, because we’ve never seen much of her opinions towards him, but I’m 100% sure that hoshino-sensei was being very deliberate when she presented lavi’s behaviour towards lenalee this way - how lenalee has affected lavi tremendously, continuously, more than anybody has, even the old bookman.

 …i think most of what i was supposed to say here went up in that huge chunk over there, but at the very least - they look good together. /bricked forever


• What makes me sad about them:

that they’re so impossible. if things keep going the way they are right now, lavi will keep on denying his feelings, keep on denying that they are feelings of any sort, not even romantically, and lenalee will remain oblivious. lavi treats her differently from everyone, but he always brushes it aside with his bluntness and humour - i sometimes think that she just treats it as it is; that this is all part of ‘who lavi is’ and doesn’t think anymore of it. 

but then: “bookman’s successor is no longer” so. i have hope?


• things done in art/fic that annoys me:

when lenalee is a helpless damsel who’s always crying and lavi has to save her..? although i did write a fic like that

because lenalee is a strong female character and i hate it when she is reduced to just a helpless girl without anything to help herself. to be fair i did make sure that the story had parts to show that lenalee is strong but at the moment in a situation where she can’t do jackshit, but she tries to fight back tooth and nail anyway

tbh i don’t really know lmao i just read it and if i don’t like it, i close it orz 


• things I look for in art/fic:

fluff, chemistry, strong and independent characters,basically that’s all. i usually go in with an open mind… i really love fics where lavi has all that internal struggle with himself over the heart though. but that’s more of a general thing than something specific to lavi/lena.


• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

lenalee: allen probably, kanda’s too much like a brother to her

lavi: kanda, because i’m a sucker for laviyuu and because they both have the same “loving me will only bring you pain when i leave” tragic story  


• My happily ever after for them:

lavi embraces his heart and true feelings, lenalee accepts them ;v; that’s all i ask for. if they can live a happy life post-war, that’s fine by me, but as long as they both know that the other loves them, even if they die on the battlefield tbh i’ll accept that.


• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?

reading and dancing. sometimes alone, sometimes together, sometimes they just head off to somewhere quiet and look at the sun set while lavi threads his fingers through her hair.

3

Sterek AU - Stiles always loved Indiana Jones movies. He watched them with his dad when he was just a kid and then run around the house, pretending pieces of furniture are mountains and lakes and caves with treasures, while his mom watched him with that soft smile of hers, working extra hard on his Halloween costume in the middle of April, because she was just that amazing. And it all maybe started as child’s play, but in time it’s grown and became something bigger. Something that took over his life without him really noticing. 

No, it doesn’t mean he became obsessed with Harrison Ford and wore Indy’s hat 24/7. But he became… well, very active kind of researcher. Not a treasure hunter, because duh, he’s not stupid, even if someone could became that, they don’t tend to live very long. Or outside of jail. And it’s hardly as romantic career as movies present it. But Stiles loves just go out in the field and interact with people, or things, or whatever. So it’s probably not so surprising, when he finds out the supernatural isn’t just a movie plot and work of skilled make-up artists. 

Derek Hale is very very real. And very very agonizingly hot angry. Also there is a lot more supernatural beings than Stiles would ever thought. Banshees are real? Seriously? Suddenly it makes so much sense why Lydia always looks like she wants to scream at people. Or at Stiles. Mostly Stiles. 

Also, did Stiles mention how Derek kind of hates him? Or more like hates absolutely everyone, but Stiles thinks he’s on the top of the very long list of unwanted. Maybe it has something to do with the Triskele. Object he saw mentioned in some very interesting books and the reason, why he picked this area for his dissertation. Object Hale family guarded for centuries. Object stolen by the other not-exactly-treasure-hunter-but-totally-a-treasure-hunter. Which, beg your pardon, Stiles is not a treasure hunter or a thief, so back off!

There was a strong possibility Stiles is not going to see another sunrise. Or sunset. Or what’s going to happen in next few minutes. Lack of air in his lungs was near to alarming and there was also a mouth full of very big and very sharp teeth just two inches from his own. And there was nothing sexy in it, no matter how hot was the rest of the face in front of him. Or the body. 

“Liar!” Derek, because that his nametag says is his name, it even has a little smiley face, Stiles doesn’t think the man in front of him drew it himself, growls at him. 

And Stiles would very much like to defend himself, if he wasn’t strangled by dark, broody, and handsome he briefly met this morning in the store in the town. And if he would at least knew what he’s supposed to be lying about. So he just tries to take a breath, even if he mostly fails. 

“What are you really doing here? Why are you snooping around?” Those greenish, grayish, blueish, brownish eyes piercing through Stiles like a burning icicle. And yes he’s aware how impossible that is. Not the ice, that’s totally possible, but those eyes, man. No one should have eyes like this, it’s unfair, and why the hell he’s thinking about eyes of the man, who’s trying to murder him? Viciously. A la caveman. And who seems to not be completely human. 

“Wo-rking. Scho-ool dis-” Stiles tries to say, but he wasn’t lying, there isn’t enough air in his lungs, and those black spots probably shouldn’t be dancing in his vision.

“That’s a lie!”

“No,” Stiles manages, but that’s it. Man growls in his face again, but then the pressure is gone and Stiles takes huge gulps of air, hunched forward, hands on his knees, greedy for every bid of oxygen he can get. “Man,” he breaths out, “for a second there I was sure, you’re going to kill me." 

Aaaand those are claws. Yep. He’s probably still gonna die. 

"You’re lying. You are looking for it,” Derek accuses him and sneers. “Too late, it’s already been stolen.”

“Okay,” Stiles lets out maybe too harshly for his current position, “I don’t know what are you talking about, but I’m not a thief. My dad’s freakin’ sheriff, for fuck’s sake. Also where the fuck your eyebrows went?!" 

He’s not hysteric, okay. He’s not. He might be hyperventilating a little, but he can cope with crazy situations. He’s friends with Scott, that’s pro-training right there. 

Derek is looking kind of stunned, to be honest. Like Stiles managed to surprise him somehow. 

After a short moment, Derek speaks, "you didn’t know.” And well, there is a lots of things he could meant by it. His face changes back to more human-y shape, except the frown. The frown is probably default setting for every shape and form, Stiles guesses. He bends and picks his hat from the ground. It survived and that brings Stiles huge amount of relief. He tries to clean it from dust a little, but then he gives up and just puts it on.

There is a long silence, kind of awkward, if Stiles should be honest. Derek eyeing him suspiciously from head to toe and back. Then his eyes linger on said hat as he snorts. 

“Fuck off,” Stiles spits out boldly, because no one can scoff on his hat, okay. No one. 

“It’s ridiculous.” Derek doesn’t seem fazed by Stiles’ outrage, his eyebrows attempting some complex but foreign communication. 

“Says man with fangs and no eyebrows,” Stiles murmurs, because he has no sense of self-preservation. Seriously. Not even the smallest bit. “Also thanks for not burring them in my throat. The fangs, I mean. Not your eyebrows. Much appreciated. I’m Stiles, by the way.” He doesn’t reach his hand for a handshake, but that’s mostly because he’s not sure he would get it back. 

Derek snorts. “I take it back. That’s ridiculous.”

:y  i just wonder how many of the prevailing opinions of Toriel n’ Asgore stem from the framing of them from a game-obstacle sort of view? 

A really long character analysis under the cut- Toriel specifically, not Asgore.

# Undertale spoilers ahead! Seriously, maybe don’t read this if you haven’t beaten the game at least once.

(Jane you may or may not want to look at this. :u I’m critiquing toriel’s behavior by comparing it to Asgore’s actions in game, so I’ll leave it up to you. I don’t wanna make u have a bad time, so just… be aware.  )

Keep reading

twinkland-usa  asked:

I know this isn't the day for transmasc questions, but I just figured I'd send this now an you could answer it on friday. I'm a pre-everything trans guy. I've managed to avoid going to a gynecologist for a long time now, but I'm almost 17 and I can't just ignore my health. What should I expect? How should I go about dealing with a not-so-accepting doctor? And I'd love to hear advice from any of the mods who've been in this kind of situation.

Ren says:

It really depends. 

  • Are you currently having reproductive troubles (like an irregular, heavy, or absent period; or pain or discomfort in your nethers; or anything just weird)? 
  • Are you sexually active (and masturbation doesn’t count)?
  • Do you currently have any STIs or reproductive conditions (like endometriosis or PCOS), or suspect you might have one?
  • Do you have family history or other risk factors of AFAB-related cancers, like breast cancer, cervical cancer, uterine cancer, or ovarian cancer?

If the answer to all of the above is no, you don’t strictly have to seek out a gynecologist until / unless that is the case. But you should continue to give yourself regular breast exams, and watch for any troubles you may have, no matter what.

If the answer to any of the above is yes, then get to it! Your health is important, even if this kind of health is kinda scary to think about.

Below the cut I’m going to talk about some stuff that touches on menstruation, genitalia, breasts, and some other stuff that might be triggering to dysphoria. I’m using the anatomical terminology for simplicity and inclusion of anybody who has these parts, so tread carefully if that’s no good for you to read, okay?

Keep reading

Gravity Falls - Fists For Nipples And Gentlemanly Geometry

So here’s the gender studies essay I promised to translate for you guys! This is only a half of it, there was a section on Ally McBeal as well but I figured that one’s probably not the subject of interest here. :D I left out the research references and cut corners for a bit here and there, but I hope you’ll get something out of this (it’s very entertaining for an academic essay). I’m quite proud of the Bill section if I may say so myself. :3 The translation might be a bit shaky from time to time since Finnish isn’t exactly the most easy-to-translate language in existence and I ain’t a pro in this, but let me know if it gets incomprehensible and I’ll try my best to fix it.

(oh and there’s a Billford section too! That part’s pretty much just shameless shipper-biased homolust indulgence, but I got an A for the essay so apparently it was completely feasible shipper bias. XD)


Gravity Falls is a cartoon series produced by Disney that follows the summerly adventures of 12-year-old twins, Dipper and Mabel Pines, in the small town of Gravity Falls infested with supernatural phenomena. The show is exceptional even in its own genre due to its brave and grownup themes, and even more precarious in the context of its production company: Disney, known for its strict conventionalism, expanded its repertoire with its first explicitly stated male couple when Gravity Falls’ police officers Blubs and Durland, after a series-long comedic tease of a soft romance, declared their love for one another in the emotional series finale. With this the show’s creator and writer Alex Hirsch, a prime example of the progressive young generation of the Western animation scene, realized his wish of an LGTBQ character in his show after what was no doubt a long tug-o-war with The Powers That Be.

With Gravity Falls I decided to focus on the portrayals of different masculinities, because the show’s means of critically observing the categories of boyhood and manliness are perhaps even more unprejudiced and diverse than its powerful depictions of women. I will also take a look at Bill Cipher, the show’s indisputably most bizarre character, as a representative of non-gendered masculinity of sorts.


Dipper Vs. Manliness And The Brief History of Man Aggro

In regard to how Gravity Falls explores and redefines masculinity, it’s necessary to give a special mention to episode six, Dipper Vs. Manliness, that lives up to its name (although with an ironic note) and focuses on depicting the young protagonist’s struggle against his wimpy image and quest for reaching true manliness. Dipper is a lanky nerd whose unmanliness is a constant item of sneer especially in relation to his twin sister Mabel, who in spite of her emphasized girliness often appears stronger than his brother. In this episode, Dipper’s unmasculinity is largely defined by traits regarded as feminine: his high-pitched voice (especially when screaming) and physical weakness. At the beginning of the episode he gets an embarrassingly low score in an old-fashioned strength testing arcade game. His great uncle Stan taunts mercilessly his lack of masculinity:

“Look, face the music, kid. You got no muscles, you smell like baby wipes, and let’s not forget about last Tuesday’s… incident.”

Said “incident” is shown in a flashback where Stan walks in on Dipper falsetto singing a pop song called Disco Girl, a reference to Abba’s Dancing Queen, while holding a hair brush in front of a mirror. Dipper has enough of the public humiliation and escapes to the woods, where he meets a gigantic Manotaur - a creature parodying the Minotaur of Ancient Greek mythology - who’s half ox and half the embodiment of a manly man. After a moment of fatherly bonding, the Manotaur agrees to teach Dipper the secrets of manliness and rowdily takes him to the Man Cave, where his fellow kinsmen live lifting weights and playing table soccer. With the Manotaurs’ guidance, Dipper begins intense training and goes through a series of trials to prove his manliness. As his last task he has to behead the Multibear, a seven-headed bear and the archenemy of the Manotaurs.

Obedient to the parodic, slapstickish comedy genre of the show, the factors defining masculinity that are presented in the episode are exaggerated, partially archaic stereotypes: such elements are beef jerky, chest hair, muscles, a low-pitched voice, roaring, haphazard aggression and beating up objects (and sometimes fellow creatures), brash and even phallic tattoos, tribe aesthetics, totem animals such as lions and eagles, and a primitive connection to nature. One of the Manotaurs summarizes his manliness as follows:

“I have three Y-chromosomes, six Adam’s apples, pecs on my abs, and fists for nipples!”

An interesting exception to this continuous manly gruffing is created in a background scene where two Manotaurs slap each others’ backsides while bickering in an almost girlish manner (“Stop it!”, “You stop it!”). I interpret the scene as an effectively subdued representation of the fact that even the most overflowingly masculine roles are never absolute. Furthermore, the episode subtly brings up several other exceptional masculinities in the population of Gravity Falls: the pair of police officers mentioned earlier, Blubs and Durland, are running shirtless around a broken hydrant like rejoicing children, and Tyler Cutebiker, a small man whose name as well as appearance are a blend of feminine and masculine traits, does early Christmas shopping in the middle of the summer, following all the mannerisms of a windowshopping housewife.

In the culmination of the episode Dipper miraculously manages to defeat the Multibear, who, as his last wish, asks to be allowed to listen to his favorite song before facing death. The song turns out to be none other than Disco Girl, the same pop song Dipper had been mocked for singing. Flared up, Dipper marches back to the Manotaurs’ Man Cave and refuses to finish his manliness trial:

“You keep telling me that being a man means doing all these tasks and being aggro all the time, but I’m starting to think that stuff’s malarkey. (…) So maybe I don’t have muscles or hair in certain places, and sure, when a girly pop song comes on the radio, sometimes I leave it on, ‘cause dangit! Top forty hits are in the top forty for a reason, they’re catchy!”

To the Manotaur leader’s infuriated roar “Kill the Multibear or never be a man!” Dipper replies calmly: “Then I guess I’ll never be a man.” Feeling low, Dipper returns to his sister and great uncle and tells them of the day’s events (albeit slightly periphrased), to which Stan points out:

“You were your own man and you stood up for yourself. You did what was right even though no one agreed with you. Sounds pretty manly to me, but what do I know?”

There is an emansipatory effect in Stan’s statement, and as the series goes on, it becomes a part of Gravity Falls’ broader thematization of heroism and righteousness as non-gendered, generally humane virtues. This as well as the open mockery of gender expectations - a second season episode called The Last Mabelcorn does to femininity essentially the same as Dipper Vs. Manliness does to masculinity - show that in modern entertainment with children as the target audience, intentional distmantling of old roles and conventionalities is an ongoing process.


Bill Cipher And The Social Gender

Out of the show’s widely uncommon character gallery, Bill Cipher is one who unavoidably became a subject to further inspection. This all-knowing, ageless and chaotic dream demon is an exceptional character particularly due to his visual presentation being a one-eyed triangle dressed up in a bowtie and a tophat. The showcreator Alex Hirsch has stated the Eye of Providence, found in the U.S. dollar bill for one instance, to have been the main inspiration for Bill’s character in regard to his appearance as well as personality. At first seeming relatively harmless although delightfully insane, Bill harasses people in their minds and dreams, offering limitless knowledge in exchange for small favors; but along with the progression of season two he becomes the series’ dangerous main antagonist whose irresponsibility takes on even sociopathic streaks.

Due to his name and pronoun, Bill is primarily defined as masculine; aside from those two factors, there aren’t many clearly gendered traits in his character to be found. His high-pitched voice and intonation affected by the 1920’s New York slang are relatively androgynous, and the appearance that deviates from accustomary bodily representations can only offer his accessories for deeper examination: a bowtie, a tophat and a walking cane, which admittedly connect to a distinctly male tradition. In Bill’s case, however, the link can be seen as relatively weak, since the actual context to said elements is more likely to be the showman/gentlemanly con artist trope that effectively works as a definer of social power structures and relations. Their form or meaning would not have to change significantly if Bill’s character was primarily feminine.

There can also be found several features in the triangle demon’s characterization that can be classified as clearly feminine: several wrist movement mannerisms, a tendency to sit with his knees refinedly crossed as well as the movements of his eyelashes as a way of emphasizing the expressiveness of his eye appear distinctly feminine in relation to his triangular body itself having no gendered attributes. Worth mentioning are also two photos of Bill that appear in the opening sequence of the last three episodes: in one he has a girlishly sparkly-eyed, excited expression, and in the other he’s depicted lounging in front of a fireplace and looking at the camera in a feminine, classically seductive position.

Out of Bill’s relationships with the other characters, his shared history with Stanford “Ford” Pines deserves a deeper look. Ford is Dipper and Mabel’s great uncle and Stan’s twin brother who has been missing for 30 years and whose appearance during the later parts of the series affects the story’s nature greatly. Ford, set out to study the supernatural occurences of Gravity Falls, was once working with Bill in the past, thought of him as his friend and a “muse” and held a nearly religious reverence for the demon - until he discovered he’d been exploited as a pawn of Bill’s dangerous plans. During their reunion after 30 years have passed, Bill approaches and addresses his former working partner and present enemy in a chummy and familiar, even flirty manner. The effect is strenghtened by Alex Hirsch’s statement in an interview that Bill had “seduced” Ford during their first meeting. (Homo)romantic connotations are even clearer in the series’ last episodes, where after taking over Gravity Falls with his gang of nightmares, Bill offers Ford a position by his side instead of leaving him at the mercy of the apocalypse. When Ford refuses, Bill turns him into a golden statue and carries him around like a trophy while wreaking havoc around town. Later he releases Ford from his petrified state in a scene that can be interpreted as suggestive and takes place in a dimly lit penthouse suite, where Ford wakes up chained and collared to Bill playing a grand piano and serenading him with Vera Lynn’s classic love ballad We’ll Meet Again. Even though the declaration of love between Blubs and Durland is perhaps more explicit as an HLBTQ positive statement, the daring and exceptional portrayal of Bill and Ford’s relationship is an equally noteworthy subject to queer representative analysis.

What makes Bill’s non-gendered character interesting are his origins outside human society and the conventionalities of the collective-social reality: instead of an archtype that reflects everyday social realities, Bill Cipher can be seen as a personification of a mythical, supernatural intervention selling universal knowledge that can, for instance, be compared to the Genesis’ snake. In conformity with the conman methods of his character, his means of communication with people vary significantly depending on the ambitions and preferences of the other party, causing the attributes of gender to move from the characters into the nature of the situation itself. In regard to Bill’s showman characterization, it is also necessary to take the thematics of gendered speech into consideration, which leads us to reflect on how largely the masculine origins of the conman tradition are built into modern representations as well. His arrogant speech patterns as well as conceited, sneerful wordings in particular make one wonder: is the vocabulary of power in itself nuanced with masculinity? Connotations to the Illuminati conspiracy and discoursal power appear to contain references to the patriarchal hegemony, which Bill can be interpreted to partially represent.

Bitter End: Taehyung [Pt.5]

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.8k

Total Summary [Pt.1-Pt.4]: Taehyung cheats on you which leads to you breaking up with him but then you decide to take a form of revenge by cheating on him as well with his best friend… now you’re left with a guilty conscious 

+What have I done?

His come clean… his conscious is clear,

Unlike mine

>> Part.1 | Part.2 | Part.3 | Part.4 | Part.5 <<

“Y/n?” Taehyung knocks on the door breaking you out of your train of thought, “You alright in there?” “Uhm… Yeah, I’ll be right out” you flush the toilet to make seem as if you did something in there when in fact all you did was stare at your guilt ridden expression in the mirror

When you walk out you find Taehyung in the kitchen about to ask him what he feels like doing tonight when his phone rings, sending cold shivers down your spine because you thought it was Joy phoning to tell him about your betrayal but when he laughs instead of looking hurt or angry you relax a bit.

Keep reading