idek what this is just

okay but guys renjun is like the leader of the mark protection squad , like man’s always there to intercept the kids when they try teasing him , do u remember in the nct life news where jisung n chenle were whining at mark about him not watching n my man huang renjun was like “because he’s busy” i was like yes renjun protect the child mark lee

anonymous asked:

I just read a lot of the correspondence, which you posted under the tag “call boy fic”. You emphasize often, that you want to surprise your readers that the bad guys aren’t the bad guys and the good guys aren’t the good guys. So the reason for most of the not so positive feedback, might be that “fanfiction” sets specific expectations: give a character a name and we’ll know, if the character is good or bad. So it’s not the best place to explore gray characters,

at least if you don’t want to unsettle readers or only use characters who are expected to be gray. And as far as I explored the Stucky fandom, we like to take a break from realism and sort the MCU characters neatly in good or bad. Maybe a warning: like “Characters only look like their names suggest, but some are written sometimes on purpose out of character.” might help or posting it as a work of it’s own and not as fanfiction, though it might be more difficult to find readers for that.

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Steve and Bucky are not black and white, 100% good or 100% bad. In fact, they’re definitely morally gray characters even in canon (same with Nat, Tony and Sam esp in comics). Both MCU and comic. 

Your opinion is noted. But I’m not going to do a thing differently, whatsoever. Fanfiction is what the producers of fanfiction make of it. Unless I’m being paid for my services, I’m going to write how I want to write, not how someone expects me to write. And I won’t change that about me for anyone.

And fanfic is the perfect place to explore gray characters and themes not accepted in main stream media. If you want to read where they’re 100% great guys with no internal conflict, go read the coffee shop AU’s–that’s what they’re there for. For the feel-goods. I am not for you because I like to explore them as wholly individualized human beings. I’m not adding a warning to what I write, and I’m not here to please anyone. Friends? Maybe. People I don’t know? No. If you  like it, great, we’ll probably end up friends then. If you don’t, move on. I’m not worth your time and I’m clearly not writing my free fanfic for you either.  

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a concept: Victor usually wakes up first in the mornings. So when Yuuri wakes to find Victor cuddled against him, breathing slowly and steadily, it’s a pleasant surprise. He brushes his fingers through Victor’s hair and Victor instinctively moves closer to him, gravitating towards Yuuri’s touch whether conscious or unconscious.

They have to leave soon, so regretfully Yuuri whispers to him in Japanese, trying to wake him. Victor hums, still asleep, and tangles a leg in between both of Yuuri’s. Yuuri kisses his forehead and his chest aches with unconditional love that could reverse the turn of the Earth, that could part the ocean, that could put out the embers of the sun. Five more minutes won’t hurt anyone.

When we say “executive dysfunction”, I think it’s important to acknowledge to ourselves (and make clear to those who don’t struggle with it) that we’re talking about a basket of different struggles that we’re labeling with one name for convenience. One person’s executive dysfunction may not look like another person’s, even though the outcome (not being able to complete a task) may look similar from the outside.

Some people with executive dysfunction struggle to break down tasks into their component steps. Others struggle to connect cause and effect (’if I do this, this other thing will likely happen’), which makes daily life a confusing and sometimes terrifying black box. Still others can break down steps and parse out cause and effect, but they can’t start the first task (hello anxiety my old friend), or they get partway through and get distracted by a tangent or forget what the next step was because there were more than three (ah add i never miss you because you never leave), or they run out of energy before they can finish (tons of situations can cause this, both physical and mental). Sometimes people have a poor sense of how long it will take to do tasks, never seeming to budget enough because they don’t track time internally well. Others can only complete a task when they have sufficient adrenaline to spike their brain into focus, which usually means working in panic mode, which associates those tasks with Bad Feelings and further reinforces any anxiety the person may have.

And this isn’t just a few people. This is large-scale, across many groups struggling with different issues, from heavy metal poisoning to autism to add to chronic illness to anxiety to schizophrenia to mood disorders to traumatic brain injury, and more.

What we need, as a society, is to build better structures for supporting those with executive dysfunction, structures that acknowledge the multiple different types and causes. Because we cannot keep throwing the baby out with the bathwater here. We throw away incredible human potential that could help all of us because our society is set up to require a single skill which a large percentage of our teen and adult society doesn’t have and can’t easily develop (or they would have, trust me), or previously had by has temporarily lost due to injury or illness.

Instead of treating executive function as something that some people have developed and others haven’t, like artistic skills or a talent in maths or the ability to visualize systems or managing people, we treat it as a default that some people haven’t mastered because they’re [insert wrongheaded judgment here].

What if we treated the visual arts that way? If you can’t draw skillfully, you must be deficient in some way. How can you not draw? Anyone can draw. You start as a young child with crayons, what do you mean you can’t do this basic task?

Never mind that it’s a really complex skill by the time you’re expected to do the adult version, rather than the crayon version. Never mind that not everyone has been able to devote energy to developing that skill, and never mind that not everyone can visualize what they want to produce or has the hand-eye coordination necessary to accomplish it.

Now, I have friends who say that anyone can draw, and maybe they’re right on some level. But it’s hard to deny that it helps that drawing is optional. That you can opt out and no one thinks any less of you as a person. Executive function is treated as non-optional, and to some extent, since it’s involved in feeding and clothing and cleaning and educating oneself, it’s not entirely optional. But we make all of those tasks much harder by assuming by default that everyone can do them to an equal degree, and that no one needs or should need help.

If we built a society where it was expected that I might need timed reminders to eat, I would probably remember to do it more often. I certainly did as a child, when the adults around me were responsible for that task. Now that I’m an adult, the assumption is that I somehow magically developed a better internal barometer for hunger. Many people do. But I and many others did not. Recognizing that there are many of us who need help and treating that need as normal would go a long way toward building support into the basic fabric of our society.

But then, I guess that’s been the cry of disability advocates for decades; just assume this is a thing people need help with and build the entire structure with that assumption in mind.

do you ever wonder what people would say about you if you were dating your fave? not like what lame excuses they would find to hate on you for, but the good things… do they like your hair or your smile or your laugh or the way your fave always looks happy when they’re around you. I wanna know how we’d look to other people.

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S H E R L O C K - series 1 | Most people blunder round this city, and all they see are streets and shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield. You’ve seen it already, haven’t you? You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand. Your therapist thinks it’s post-traumatic stress disorder. She thinks you’re haunted by memories of your military service. Fire her, she’s got it the wrong way round. You’re under stress right now and your hand is perfectly steady. You’re not haunted by the war, Doctor Watson. You miss it. Welcome back.