@runicscribbles @nevertrustastilesthing congratulations on your ao3 accomplishment!! 100 incredible works of art <3 you two are such a gift to and of creation and i still can’t believe i get to be in this tiny little world with you.

Originally posted by classy-and-sassystiles

to my (i can’t believe this) almost 500 followers: if you haven’t already, and even if you have, don’t wait another second to experience some of the best storytelling there is. GO NOW. RUN, DO NOT WALK.

  • Me:*sees Ragnarok rumors all over dash*
  • Me:*sticks head in sand like an ostrich*
  • Me:Rumors? What rumors? Boy, it sure is a shame we haven't heard anything about Thor 3 yet. Ah well, that way it'll be a surprise.

come on to tumblr to a bunch of people writin’ me really poorly-researched essays about how awful Solas is.

I just got to say, if your essay in all seriousness says, “Solas destroyed the world only because he wanted revenge for Mythal, and that’s the only reason” 

I will just… start laughing, and laughing, and then wipe the tears from my eyes, and that’s pretty much all your essay deserves in response. If you didn’t bother to understand even that relatively straight-forward aspect of the situation, then what else could you have to offer? If you don’t put any effort into researching or understanding the character, your meta is going to be painfully off-key.

Honestly, I’m glad people are enjoying the Super Bowl and having fun and I hope they’re having lots of great snacks and hanging out with their friends because gosh it’s such a good time having something to enjoy with the people you care about.  Football and most sports in general aren’t really my thing but I’m happy when people get to enjoy things make them excited and happy.

What I’m not glad for is all the whiny, holier-than-thou posts about how sports is for jerks and it’s stupid and boring and oh God I just do not care about how much people hate something they can pretty well ignore if they choose to.

Empathy isn’t just about feeling bad when other people feel bad.  Sometimes it’s about feeling good when other people fell good and that’s awesome.

queenmorganlafay asked:

Hi! How are you? Still following your blog with the same level of rapture. I was just wondering if you could give me your opinion on Kate Kane carrying the title 'Batwoman'. Don't get me wrong, I have huge respect for the character, I think she's amazing, but she is a relative newcomer compared to all the others, and I sort of feel that the title 'Batwoman' should carry the same weight, or be interchangeable with 'Batman'. Like if Cass takes up Bruce's mantle (there is no New52). Any thoughts?

(52 #33)

Hi! Thanks. I feel sort of unqualified to speak on Kate since I’ve barely read anything with her in it. I always did have this kneejerk annoyance at her carrying the Batwoman title, because it’s true that she’s not truly part of the Batclan. If anything, she rejected the offer. Kate does her own thing independently, but she wears the bat symbol for the power it gives her.

I would like the idea a lot more if she was legitimately part of their team, because otherwise, I agree that an actual core member like Cass should be the one carrying the title of Batwoman. Not only is Kate a newcomer, but she isn’t even considered a formal part of the Batclan despite wearing their logo. It was primarily done as a throwback to the golden age.

(Batman Vol 1 #233)

Ross and comic book author Paul Dini initially planned to revive the former Batgirl Barbara Gordon using an updated version of the character’s original costume, with red accents in place of the traditional yellow. However, since Gordon served as one of a very small number of disabled superheroes of DC Comics as Oracle, DC’s editorial staff decided to revitalize the original Batwoman instead. [x]

Which is pretty cool in its own right since Kate Kane has existed since the 1950s. She was originally created to have a crush on Bruce Wayne, so it’s funny that comic writers brought her back as a lesbian to directly counter that. From a historical perspective, seeing Kate Kane debut as Batwoman independent of Batman is really cool, especially since they made it clear that it’s in no way being done for a man, all while offering legitimate LGBT representation.

From a storytelling perspective, it doesn’t click as well because of this separation Kate has to the Bat legacy. In the Golden Age, the Bat legacy wasn’t as much of a thing, so it was easier to just throw on the cape and run around in it. In the modern age of comics, we have a hierarchy of Robins, Batgirls and other Gotham allies that built up this core network on teamwork, mentorship, and surrogate family. If comic writers were to approach the Batwoman mantle from a storytelling perspective, then I think Cassandra Cain was the most obvious and most natural fit. I do think it’s unfortunate that this didn’t happen even though I love how far Kate has come. Bruce is usually so against unauthorized people wearing his logo without being sanctioned by him that the separation Kate has to the general Batfamily forces some level of suspension of disbelief in my opinion. If it had been Cass becoming Batwoman, she would have immediately had Bruce’s blessing and support, which feels like a more natural fit in the Bat mythos, especially since Cass has a tendency to get thrown to the wayside. It would have been an easy way to raise a character (who deserves it) directly onto Batman’s level without needing to undersell Bruce.

When it comes to Dick Grayson, he’s not allowed to permanently take the mantle of Batman because it takes that away from Bruce. With Cass, she’s capable of being Batwoman at the same time he’s Batman, which opens a nice door for a legacy character to surpass their mentor without removing the mentor from the equation

There is not one single solitary thing I do not love about this cap. This cap is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Frame this cap and hang it in museums.

An All-Caps Explosion of Feelings Regarding the Liberal Backlash Against Hillary Clinton
As Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton have become head-to-head rivals, their denizens have begun attacking each other, the Democratic Party eating itself like a snake that loves science and Planned Parenthood. And things have gotten ugly. For many of us,...

I read this and just started crying. So I’m gonna leave it here, because it perfectly sums up how I feel. Thanks so much to @carol-on for sending me the link.

Ascending the Throne

[Cross posted from AO3]

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Ren?” Hux hissed as they crept along the shadowy corridor.

“No.” Kylo hissed back. “Now shut the fuck up before I gag you.”

They tiptoed through the seemingly endless hallway for another hour. Every surface was perfectly featureless, as if they had been rubbed smooth by the passage of thousands of giant snakes. Hux had read about soggoths during his academy days. He really wished he hadn’t. If any mad ruler was going to use something as dangerous as soggoths for security, it would be Snoke.

There’s nothing alive in this building, except for Snoke. Ren’s voice echoed in the General’s mind.

But what if they’re in the caves beneath the citadel, he thought in reply.

What caves?

There are always caves. Hux nodded to himself. There was always somewhere that a horrible monster could be hiding.

SHUT UP HUX. Ren turned to stare at him, raising his unlit lightsaber threateningly.

I didn’t say anything!

Then stop thinking so loud. This planet is dead, there’s nothing here, anywhere. Ren gestured ahead of them. Look, we’re almost there.

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anonymous asked:

I'm looking for a fic I think I only ever saw on Tumblr and I don't know how to search tumblrrrrr! It was dialogue-y; Logan and Veronica meet cute in a grocery store and I think he convinces her to let him be her date to the 10 yr reunion she doesn't want to go to? She doesn't ask him, he just kind of...weasels his way in. I feel like I only read part of it and wanted to see if there was more cause it was so cute!

hahaha… no idea what you’re talking about, anon

that was actually written by me (kait), buuuuut i’m not a writer in any sense of the word, so as of right now and the foreseeable future, it’s just that snippet and there isn’t anymore than what you read on tumblr. sorry! thanks for the kind comments, though!

if you really want the link to it, it’s here

and if you want to read a meet cute in a grocery store that is ten thousand times better written, you can check out A Strange New Story Every Time, by gyzym.

Wow, this week is an absolute mess…

internalized fatphobia cw

honestly i’m just constantly braced for this body to do things that aren’t what i want, like, in the abstract it’s fine if a girl’s hips and thighs widen some, but if you don’t wanna be a girl then how are you supposed to feel ok about that, it’s like your fat is conspiring with the rest of the uncaring world to categorize you in a way you can’t successfully push back against, and like, ok, time to go running i guess, except oh wait, exercise clothes are gendered too just like fucking everything else, in order to work at escaping girlhood you gotta reenter the world of (sports) bras and isn’t that just the cruelest irony, i hate embodiment and i hate getting gendered and i’m so bored of how boring i am, pushing back at this so futilely over and over and over again, i want my safe quiet space where gender is what we make of it which is to say, i want to be in your bed with you in my arms, but instead i’m hiding hiding hiding because what good am i, what good can i possibly be to anyone…?


The bar was dead, as usual. Most of the places that were crowded were the ones Clint tended to avoid. Beer in hand, he was toying with a dart in the other, glancing only once at the target on the wall before tossing it with a lazy swing of his arm. It struck the center with a soft thud, Clint turning away to take a drink and rest his glass on a small table behind him. 

His presence typically went unbothered save for the bartender coming to refill his glass, and even then there was hardly an exchange of words. It was a silent understanding of boundaries, and perhaps recognition after more public attention than Clint ever wanted. Still, there was nothing to be done about it now but to keep his head down, his eyes sharp, and his hand at the ready.

The sound of the door to the bar opening went noticed by Clint, yet he didn’t spare a glance, instead reaching for the next dart to toss at the hanging target. He only felt the need to turn when the unknown visitor started drawing towards him, probably to approach the bar counter but long ingrained instincts had Clint facing the person as if they were a potential threat. His stance was tense, eyes hard as his gaze drifted from his mundane hobby to the person now beside him.