is there a man in physical form

you: yeah that new spider-man movie was dope lol

me, an intellectual: spider-man: homecoming single handedly saved the spider-man franchise. making peter so young and not retelling his origin story and keeping him as an innocent fanatic just makes the character more likable and a lot more relatable. while the first movie still left me with questions of “why?” “who?” etc, it’s only further push my interest in the film. the diversity - in not only the main cast, but in the regular students in the film - makes peter parker all the more a realistic character. there was no main love interest, which helped focus on peter’s character development (realizing that even without the suit, he knew he was spider-man for a reason). flash’s approach to non-physical bullying also grounds the character and touches on verbal harassment - a more likely form of bullying in high school, again making it more realistic. spider-man: homecoming is art and those aren’t copies they’re just fax

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harry potter meme: [2 of 8] quotes

“It addresses one of the greatest, and least acknowledged, temptations of magic: the quest for invulnerability. Of course, such a quest is nothing more or less than a foolish fantasy. No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe. Nevertheless, we wizards seem particularly prone to the idea that we can bend the nature of existence to our will.“

Quick Facts: Ancient Celts
  • Skin: Commonly described as fair, clear or white. (ref: Diodorus, Ammianus Marcellinus)
  • Hair: Long hair was the fashion, described as “thick and shaggy like a horse’s mane”, even satyr-like due to the treatment with limewater; the aristocracy favored large moustaches; and the Celts generally shaved their entire bodies, Caesar’s account further proven by iron razors and sprung iron shears found at the site of La Tene. Hair was variously mentioned as blond, flaxen or tawny, but either way further lightened artificially with lime. (ref: Caesar)
  • Height: Frequently described as very tall - taller than the Romans, the women bigger and stronger than Roman women. (ref: Diodorus, Marcus Borealis)
  • Fitness: The Celts are frequently attributed by historians with great physical prowess (“with rippling muscles”). In fact, fitness was so inherent to their customs, that any man exceeding the standard size was punished. (ref: Strabo)
  • Food/Diet: Grains, fruits, nuts, meat. Caesar describes them as living on “milk and meat”; Poseidonius also points out bread and fish. Cattle, dogs, hares, fowl and geese they grew only for entertainment or practical use.
  • Fashion: Striking clothing, dyed and embroidered in bright colors, striped or checkered cloaks. They wore form-fitting pants called “bracae”, tunics that were red, purple or multicolored, elaborate torcs as symbols of power, brooches, bracelets, hairpins and rings. They took great interest in their appearance, so that not even the poorest wore soiled or ragged clothing. Even cosmetic grinders have been found in Iron Age British contexts, signalling they might have used eyeshadow or blush. (ref: Diodorus, Flavius Arianus, Propertius, Amnianus Marcellinus)
  • Tattoos: The Britons were unique for their tattoos and the blue woad they painted their bodies with. (ref: Caesar)
  • Music: The most famous Celtic instrument is the Carnyx, styled in the form of an open-mouthed boar, emitting harsh, discordant sounds suited for battle. (ref: Diodorus)
  • Personality: High-spirited, hospitable, fond of feasting, straightforward, frank, courageous, etc. (ref: Diodorus)
  • Notable traditions: The head as the throne of the soul, hence the custom of severed heads as trophies; comradeship was important (those with most followers considered most powerful). (ref: Polybius)
  • Traveling: Some tribes were nomadic, ridden with wanderlust, others settled down in farming communities.
  • Sexuality: Homosexuality was common and they were very nonchalant about it, showing they were comfortable with varying sexual orientations as well as sexuality in general. (ref: Athenaeus)
  • Spirituality: Animism (the notion that everything is animated with life, including nature), the worship of nature, a vast pantheon of gods that differed from tribe to tribe, but had common deities as well (ie. Cernunnos).

Has there ever been a name more fitting than Malware for this boy? Sorry, I’m just really proud of having thought of it hahah, pls don’t judge;;

Physical Restoration, the ability to literally restore an object back to its original, pristine condition. What a shame that it only works on technology, not people.

A technological aura also allows him to form a mental (and subconsciously emotional) link with gadgets and weapons. Think telekinesis, but limited to objects filled with electricity, wires, gears, and/or bolts. Still though, an arsenal of floating guns pointed right at your face is a frightening thought. Do whatever you can to avoid ending up on his bad side: this man will not hesitate to kill.

@cynnicynni, bless your beautiful soul, and thank you so much for lending me both your time and effort in helping make this boy’s hella costume ❤️❤️

anonymous asked:

so,to get this straight,why do you think they filmed seperately? how is that evident by the scene? what did they have to gain from it? i dont get it

OKAY nonny, let’s see if I can explain this using my admittedly very limited knowledge of the film-making process.

Say you want to fill 9 min of air time, with dialogue broken down about equally between 3 characters. So around 3 min each. When Real TPTB are making Real Episodes, the three actors would be there together, interacting, reacting, together they make magic, etc. etc. Look at literally any other episode, you can see the effort and the care that they take to stage shots so that as many people are in the shot as possible. The one that always comes to mind is when everyone scolds Mycroft for shouting at Mrs. Hudson at once, but there’s oodles more in every episode. That’s what makes it feel like they’re all there together, that’s what makes it feel real, that’s what makes the show so great.

So in Real Setlock Land, that means 3 actors all working for however long it takes to make 9 minutes of show. One guy flubs one line, all three shoot another take together. One guy doesn’t have a line for a solid 2 minute chunk of those 9 minutes? Doesn’t matter, he’s still there in the shot, silently acting his lil butt off. Want a long, continuous shot over a particular chunk of that conversation? Everybody had better know their lines damn well, because that’s a lot of man-hours to reshoot and exponentially more opportunities and people to muck it up.

But say we’re not in Real Setlock Land. Say we’re in Fucky Setlock Land. Say for some reason you were pressed for time. Let’s just say, completely hypothetically, you had a full calendar of primary shooting responsibilities to prepare for, but you also had to produce a low-rent slasher film using just your nights, weekends, and lunchbreaks. How would you produce 11 and a half minutes of some semblance of a scene with only the bare requirement that your physical form be physically on a set speaking physical words to a camera?

The scene in 221b looks cheap and bad because it is cheap and bad, precisely because it’s A LOT easier to produce. Ben and Martin are the main limiting resources here, so the first corner to cut right out the gate: they don’t need to film together! Now, any day that Ben is off standing in the middle of the road or Martin is being sad at the Watson flat, the other one can be filming on the 221b set with Director Mark and the B Team. Efficiency #1, simple.

Once you make that decision though, you realize that the way you’re going to have to shoot the scene - cutting from face to face as people say their lines, as to not show the empty room - gives you a lot more incidental efficiencies. Like for instance, now Ben doesn’t actually have to sit there patiently waiting for Mark to recite The History of Eurus if the camera is going to be on Mark that whole time (spoiler: it was). Suddenly, Ben’s 3-minute share of talking becomes 3 minutes of show to make total, consisting of 100% Ben’s lines and 100% Ben’s face. The most efficient and painless way to waste an Oscar-nominated actor’s time filming a low-rent slasher movie possible.

It also means there’s no long scenes or monologues for anyone (Ben) to memorize. Cutting away between every single line means he can reshoot a single line at a time, even sit there and memorize a line at a time if he wanted. Of course the greatest actors of our day don’t bat an eye at a few extra lines to learn, but, just assuming here that they have been double-booked for over a month, hypothetically producing at the same time the greatest love story every put to film, it doesn’t hurt that the stakes here become astronomically low with this production method.

Another corner they cut? They never move. They never move. Easier to keep track of where your imaginary conversation partner is if they aren’t moving, easier to pick camera angles that will reliably conceal the fact that there’s no one else in the room if they aren’t moving.

Anyway, did I answer your question? tl;dr: fake fake fake fake just my analysis

Bullet journal quotes

hello everyone! Decided to share my collection of themed quotes to use in the bullet journal, it’s super useful for those moments when you desperately want a quote to relate to something so you can use it in your different bujo spreads, whatever they are, or sometimes just to decorate, besides being a source of wisdom and beauty. So here are a few, hope you enjoy them. 

Dedication / Work / Motivation:

  • “My work is a game, a very serious game.” - M. C. Escher
  • “Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty.” - Theodore Roosevelt
  • “Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.” - Aristotle
  • “What we do today is what matters most.” - Buddha
  • “The best preparation for good work tomorrow is to do good work today.” - Elbert Hubbard
  • “I will study and get ready and perhaps my chance will come.” - Abraham Lincoln
  • “Today I will do what others won’t so tomorrow I can accomplish what others can’t.” - Jerry Rice
  • “The only thing more important than your to do list is your to be list. The only thing more important than your to be list is to be.” - Alan Cohen
  • “Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.” - Stephen King
  • “The price of excellence is discipline. The cost of mediocrity is disappointment.” - William Arthur Ward

Finances:

  • “Never spend your money before you have it.” - Thomas Jefferson
  • “Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship.” - Benjamin Franklin 
  • “If you wish to get rich, save what you get. A fool can earn money, but it takes a wise man to save and dispose of it to his own advantage.” - Brigham Young
  • “Remember, your ways of handling money have to work in the good AND the bad times.” - Dave Ramsey
  • “The goal isn’t money. The goal is living life on your terms.” - Chris Brogan
  • “Do not save what is left after spending, but spend what is left after saving.” - Warren Buffet

Love:

  • “The course of true love never did run smooth.” - William Shakespeare
  • “Every relationship is just a big honking leap of faith.” - Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls
  • “The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” - Audrey Hepburn
  • “Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.” - Jane Austen in Emma

Positivity:

  • “Feelings come and go like clouds in the sky.” - Thich Nhat Hanh
  • “Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I’ll build a castle.” - Fernando Pessoa
  • “Nothing is permanent. Everything is subject to change.” - Buddha
  • “At some point you just have to let go, move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it’s the only way we grow.” - Meredith Grey in Grey’s Anatomy
  • “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” - Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (movie)
  • “We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on, that’s who we really are.” - Sirius Black in Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix (movie)
  • “I don’t believe in pessimism. If something doesn’t come up the way you want, forge ahead.” - Clint Eastwood
  • “It always seems impossible until it’s done.” - Nelson Mandela
  • “Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.” - Winnie the Pooh
  • “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.” - Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol

Health:

  • “To keep the body in good health is a duty otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.” - Buddha
  • “The food you eat can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.” - Ann Wigmore
  • “No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of wich his body is capable.” - Socrates

Funny:

  • “How am I supposed to get through the holidays without liquor?” - Cristina Yang in Grey’s Anatomy
  • “I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.” - Salvador Dali
  • “You’re just as sane as I am.” - Luna Lovegood in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.


“Close your eyes.” He whispered, his breath tickling the fine hairs on my ear as they stood to attention, making an almost unbearable shiver rake down my spine.

I nodded, letting my eye lids fall shut to his command, the abundance of sight making my nerves jolt in curiosity of what was to come next. What my outcome will be.

His lips trailed down my exposed neck, delicately brushing across the expanse of skin until his hands joined in, running along my sides before they met my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed.

I sucked in a breath at the sudden forced movement, making sure my eyes were kept shut no matter how explosive the desire was to take a peek - to possibly seek out his advances meaning. To figure out his motive.

He straddled my waist, his eyes burning into my skull, “Tell me, (Y/N), what are you afraid of?” He asked, puzzling me with such a question in such a situation.

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The Spirit Death/ Initiation

Traditions from all over the world hold that the person who wields supernatural power must first be initiated. 
But that word has changed since those times.
Today, most view initiation as some dusty set of rituals. But that’s not what it was then, and that’s not it is now for traditional witches.
It’s death.
It’s destruction of the old self to make way for the new.
It’s sickness and decay.
It’s the rotting flesh made bare for the young animals to eat.
Most know that it happens to shamans. You’ve heard the stories of sickness, depression, hallucinations, and lonesome. 
It happens to witches too.
It is a difficult time referred to now as ‘Spirit Initiation’, though I’ve come to know it as “The Death” or “The Spirit Death”. The phenomena has been talked about at length and experienced by traditional witches. Its function is to destroy the old to make way for the new. It kills the old you and uses it for kindling to light the witch fire. It’s happened to many traditional witches before they found their way to the Crooked Path. 
When people warn others that witchcraft could drive them mad, this is one of the things that they refer to. The destruction doesn’t promise you will return perfected. It’s been known to mess people up, leave them broken, or flat out destroy them. 
Most of the time, these initiations are led by a particular spirit. For many traditional witches, it was and is the Dark Man. For others, the spirits of the land might do it, or their ancestors, or all of them together. In other traditions, the spirit of another magical person would lead them through this and pass on their knowledge.
The Death manifests itself in different forms and can change in intensity from witch to witch. For some, it’s a physical sickness. For others, it can be a long bout of depression. Sometimes it’s a series of horrific nightmares or hallucinations. Though it can be different for each witch, it’s always an unpleasant experience. 
The Death only comes with one promise. If you begin it, you’ll never be the same again. The world will always look different and you’ll never be who you were before you began. 
When you feel you’ve hit the end of the road and can go no further, though you want to learn more, that’s when The Death often comes. 
It’s not something to be desired, but its results afterward are. 

Why Dipper is Trans

  - Mabel and Dipper are identical twins, which means they were born the same sex (Monozygotic (identical) twins occur when a single egg is fertilized to form one zygote (monozygotic) which then divides into two separate embryos. They are the same sex and their traits and physical appearances are very similar but not exactly the same)

- We don’t know Dipper’s “real name” because it’s his birth name

- gets upset over not being called a man in multiple episodes

- wears a shirt to the pool

-gets upset when he has to do “girly” stuff

- Said he always liked the name Tyrone, he was thinking of names for himself

- He’s insecure about his voice

anonymous asked:

Y'all got some headcanons for a completely stoned Black Hat?

(y'all? Just me here buddy)

disclaimer: mod knows jack shit about being stoned. Anyways–

  • It’s probably Flug’s weed. (Lord knows he fucking needs it.) BH probably found his stash and asked Dementia what the fuck it was. Dementia happily showed him how to uh. Do. The drugs.? Yeah.
  • BH’s pupils dilate so hard man omg. It’s like a cat or something, he takes a hit and coughs a lot, but once he gets the hang of it he’s like woah
  • his physical form kinda stops working?? Like his body goes all fuzzy around the edges and his coat tails start growing fringe and his hat seems to droop as Black Hat slouches for one of the first times in his life.
  • He’s also smiling. It’s a little bit terrifying how calm he seems right now.
  • “Dem. Demenem. Demented.” “Dementia.” “You ever wonder what happens when we die?”
  • “Holy shit guys I think my hands are snakes.” Contrary to popular belief, BH’s hands actually are snakes at the moment. They hiss softly before falling off and melting away. “Woah. Trippy.”
  • He laughs at everything Dementia says; she reads 5.0.5’s shopping list and he fucking loses it.

When it wears off he switches his monocle to his other eye and yells at Flug for “not sharing that green thing” earlier.

NurseyDex Week Day 2 - Bedsharing and Room Sharing

If you were to tell Will last year - or hell, even a month ago - that sharing a bed with Derek Nurse would become a regular occurrence… he probably would have laughed. Or cringed. Or flushed bright red while shaking his head, adamant that he was being fucked with.

Because people like Derek Nurse don’t share their beds with people like Will.

They just don’t.

Because people like Derek Nurse are unfairly attractive and ridiculously literate and so far out of Will’s league that they’re barely in the same solar system.

The thing is - as Will learned quickly on their first official night as roommates - people like Derek Nurse are a lot of things… but mostly they’re impossible to refuse. Especially when they’re curled up, all warm and soft-looking in the bottom bunk, smelling faintly of weed and holding out their arms for snuggles.

Crawling into Derek’s arms, Will knew - even then - that nothing would be the same after. Because snuggling with his teammates wasn’t something that Will had ever considered, let alone wanted… and because Will knew that he wouldn’t forget the heat of Derek’s body or the strength of his arms anytime soon, all that muscle and smooth skin and god.

It was just. More than Will was prepared to handle. Or consider. Or fight.

And maybe he had just assumed that it would be a one-time deal, but then Derek kept opening his arms to Will. Not every night, but often enough that it became something that Will could look forward to. Something that he could hope for.

Which… brings them here. Nearly two months later, curled up against the frame of Derek’s body, Derek’s hand rested on Will’s hip and Derek’s breath fanning warm against the back of Will’s neck, and-

It’s comfortable.

It’s easy.

And honestly, Will should have known that it was too good to be true.

That he had spooned himself straight into a trap.

“You know-” Derek starts, fingers flexing for a moment before going lax - not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to bring Will’s attention to the point of contact. “It’s chill if this isn’t, like, your thing. I’d get it if you didn’t want to play body pillow for me anymore.”

It takes a moment for Will to formulate some kind of answer, and he’s man enough to admit that it’s mostly because of the tickling sensation of Derek’s lips against his neck, and the way that he can feel the words as they’re formed. He can’t focus on the tingle though, not when he’s been struck by the realization that maybe he had been right from the start.

It’s a sharp reminder that people like Derek Nurse just don’t share their beds - and their warmth - and their affection - with people like Will. It makes him go stiff, muscles braced for impact - physical or otherwise.

“I- wait, what? I thought that you- that you liked this.”

Derek’s hand dips forward, drifting from where it had perched high on Will’s hip to curl around him properly. It has the negative effect of bringing them even closer, bodies spooned tight - close enough for Will to feel every rise of Derek’s chest and every restless twitch of Derek’s knee.

“Of course I like this. I just know that it’s my thing.” Carefully, Derek’s fingers curl into Will’s shirt, holding him tight and close and it’s confusing. It’s so fucking confusing. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“When have I ever done something just because you wanted me to, Nurse?”

Derek laughs at that - a strained little thing that ruffles the hairs at the nape of Will’s neck - and everything about him is unfair.

“I can think of a few times. I don’t know if you even notice it, but you’re always going out of your way to do little things to make me happy. You make me happy. But, like. I’m always the one that starts this. I’m always the one that asks, and, like. That’s chill… but it kind of feels - sometimes, at least - like it’s just me. Like I’m taking advantage. And I don’t want that for you. Or me. It just-”

He doesn’t finish the thought, and it hangs heavy between them in the quiet of the room. And Will… well, he should probably take a moment to think about their friendship and the possible repercussions and the fact that Derek Nurse is barely in his solar system, let alone sharing his gravity. But the thing is, this thing between them has never been about common sense or about making Derek happy. Because the thing is, Will is a selfish creature at heart.

This thing between them has always been about Will - what he wants and what he’s allowed himself to need.

And maybe it’s about time for Derek to know just how selfish Will can be.

He can feel the disappointment radiating from Derek when he pulls away, but it’s necessary. It’s so necessary. Because it’s only after Derek has let Will go that Will can turn around. And it’s only once he’s turned around that Will can open his arms - raise them as much as the space between them allows - and wait for Derek to take the hint.

They’ll have to talk about this later, but that’s a headache for another day.

Right now, Will’s content to hold his arms open for Derek - a silent plea for contact - for snuggles - for something more than he thinks friendship alone allows. It’s a plea that Derek answers immediately, arms wrapping around Will’s chest, face coming to rest in the join of Will’s shoulder and neck, and it’s perfect.

It’s everything.

They’ll talk about it later.

I feel like one thing the “queer is a slur” crowd overlooks...

…is that the word gay has been used so overwhelmingly as a pejorative, as a slur, that most children in the U.S. in the past several decades likely grew up learning “gay” as a word for bad, strange, or wrong before they fully understand that there are “gay” people, and that it’s not just a word with negative connotations.

Kids grow up hearing “That’s so gay!” said with such vehemence relating to topics that those same kids aren’t remotely educated about, and they just internalize that it’s bad. This is how you get elementary schoolers saying, “Mr. Hopkins gave us homework, he’s so gay,” and the same elementary schoolers grow up to be high schoolers and adults who say, “What? I don’t mean gay like gay people, I mean gay like stupid or bad.”

And some of them aren’t overt homophobes in any other way… but dang, you teach little kids that a word that describes a class of people means “bad” and “wrong” before they know those people exist, and that’s bound to shape the way they think about things, isn’t it?

And in contrast you get queer kids who start to put 2+2 together about what “gay” really means a little bit faster than the kids around them because they’re desperate for some information, some hints of meaning… but they’re also hearing the same lessons as everybody else, that gay=bad, gay=wrong, gay=undesirable, gay=something no one ones and no one should be, gay is the worst thing you can be.

In the small town I lived in and the school I went to, nobody ever hit me and called me queer. No one ever shouted “queer” from a moving car while I was walking home. No one ever threatened or inflicted violence on me with the word “queer” on their lips.

Gay, though? Yes. And variations on the f-slur, but gay itself was enough of an invective, enough of a pejorative, to the people flinging it.

“Gay” was the slur that cishet people threw at me as a form of violence, often in corollary with physical violence. “Queer” is a word that I learned online, from members of my community. My experience of the former word is as an attack, while the other was as a sanctuary and respite from that attack.

Now, I’m not a gay man, but a bisexual trans woman. I was still sorting that out at the time, but I doubt it would have made a difference to many of my tormenters if I’d been able to explain it properly.

So when “gay” is used as the happy-go-lucky umbrella for what I would personally call the queer community, gay with even its positive connotations strongly coded as male, I’m not just being misgendered/swept under a default label of male along with a lot of other women and non-binary folks, I’m being forced to accept a label that I never sought, one that is definitely used as a pejorative and a slur, and a slur that was specifically used as a weapon against me.

Both “gay” and “queer” have the same problematic histories and problematic presents. They have both been subject to reclamation efforts. To me, the difference is how those efforts are organized. 

“Gay” is an attempt to normalize, to assimilate, to take the elements of our community that are most palatable to the heteronormative homogeneous hegemony and emphasize them, making those elements even more palatable and altering or hiding the other elements of the community. 

“Gay” is like trying to get into an exclusive school that you fear is likely to reject you for prejudiced reasons, so you keep your nose clean, make sure you take all the right extracurriculars, polish your cover letter and personal essay, and try to make the right contacts with influential people on the inside… and if you have to hide some of your past activities, break ties with friends who are less presentable, and de-emphasize your family to make sure the admissions office doesn’t get the wrong idea about what you’d bring to their institution, well, it’ll be worth it, because that’s what you have to do get a, you know, fair shake.

“Queer” rejects that. Queer rejects homogeny, it does not demand that we sand down our rough edges or smooth out our contours. It does not seek to reshape ourselves or our community to fit ever-evolving standards designed to keep us out, but it challenges those standards.

If “gay” is trying to appeal to a bigoted admissions board by being smooth and shiny enough to slip in, “queer” is challenging the admissions board to accept or reject you on your own merits as you exist, and challenging the bigoted assumptions that underline the power structure as revealed by this. It’s bypassing the admissions board by creating your own infrastructure for sharing resources and information. 

I have a suspicion that a certain percentage of the intra-community backlash against the word “queer” is not because the negative connotations of the word hurt us as listeners, but rather that the radical connotations of the word hurt the effort to make the community acceptable to a presumed default “general audience”, to assimilate gayness into heteronormativity. 

I.e., it is less, “Queer makes people think it’s okay to bash us.” and more “Queer makes people think we’re not like them.”

Most people end posts in defense of the label “queer” and the umbrella term “queer community” by saying “I won’t call queer if they’re not comfortable with it,” and most of them get told, “BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE DOING WHEN YOU SAY ‘QUEER COMMUNITY!”

I’ve never yet seen anybody talking about the gay community have to disclaim that they’re not using the word to people who view it as unreclaimed slur or who just plain find it too hurtful to have even given that discourse any thought.

I won’t call someone queer if they don’t think of themselves a queer. I will use queer as an umbrella term. If that’s not you, you can cheerfully include yourself out of it. 

And heck, I’m doing you a solid. If you didn’t have a queer community to point to, you wouldn’t have anyone you could point to when you want to clarify that you’re not like those people.

JOURNAL 3 BLACKLIGHT EDITION REVEALED! (Part 3)

Oh boy. This is it. The final stretch.

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The Price of Privilege - Part 3 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Romance Fluff/Angst/ Future Smut - Arranged Marriage / Royalty AU

Characters: Kyungsoo X You

Description: Your time has come to marry the man your family has selected to take your hand. As royalty these important matters are arranged for you, but when you meet your soon to be husband, he is nothing like you expected.

The Price of Privilege: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, Part 6


You knew about the formal dinner with Queen Hong before the day came. Such events required days of preparation. There was the dress, the makeup, the hair, the hours in the shower to get your skin clean and nice smelling enough to be fit for a meal with the queen. Not to mention the mental preparation it took to get your game face on and rid yourself of any and all emotion that might be misconstrued as weakness or ignorance.

You weren’t sure about the details of the dinner, except for the fact that Queen Hong was not going to be alone. Your mind wandered to the possibility and the King himself might make an appearance. Such things weren’t unheard of, although you didn’t want to think about it too much, should your nerves decide to act up tonight.

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thatgothamguy  asked:

Tim Drake is the trouble child, comes from a bad home (not as bad as Jason). Poor guy got "stuck" between Jason and Damian during his Robin tenure. But, as you and others have said, there is a right way and wrong way to show how those three can be aggressive and violent against each other. They do it, not for attention, but to cement that they are the only Robin worthy of holding that title. So they go after the Robins before them (only the guy Robins, though). Or, that's my take away of it

Also, in your opinion, whose more violent/aggressive when it comes to taking on villains, Damian or Jason?
And hope my weigh in on the Jason/Tim/Damian violence issue didn’t offend or upset you

Well, first off, it doesn’t offend me at all. I actually put a lot of thought into these situations and especially these three’s relationships. My only issues with discussing it is that people tend to take my posts down rabbit holes that I’m not exactly thrilled about. Either the Blame Game or the Problematic Police and that’s when I tend to get eye rolly.

My general issue with the Jason-Tim-Damian aggression as it plays out in both the comics and in fandom is that there’s this like…. “Victimization Olympics” that has come into play over the years. Like you can’t sympathize more with any one of their histories or abuses without lessening the others even though they all come from very different forms of bad backgrounds.

Jason being a victim of economic strife and poverty which led to him losing his adopted mother to preventable healthcare neglect (either cancer treatment they couldn’t afford or drug abuse that she wasn’t helped with depending on the canon), and a father who died from taking a job that was criminal, yes, but ultimately low level and most likely taken out of desperation more than anything else (why else would you work for someone as likely to kill his hired help as Two-Face). Then growing up for at least a while on the streets, having to drop out of school during that time to avoid social services. These are hardships that are vital to Jason’s character, deserve sympathy and examination. And they’re completely separate from Tim and Damian’s own situations. Jason’s trauma comes from being left to slip through the cracks, and his distrust and perception that the system itself is broken only becoming more reinforced as he learns that for some people, justice isn’t allowed to prevail due to economic and class influence far above anything he would have ever been allowed to have growing up.

[Batman (1940-2011) #424]

Tim’s own neglect and canon familial problems receive a lot less sympathy in fandom, generally, because he is very well off economically. I think that makes his type of severe neglect a lot more unrelatable to people, which is unfair because as I’ve talked about on the blog before, this is a form of emotional abuse that I’ve seen play out in real life many times. And by the time his mother dies and his father is literally forced to be a part of his life due to medical issues, Tim still feels the burden of that emotional neglect and something else grows from that new situation. Jack Drake post-death has been kinda sainctified in Tim’s reflections, but this is a man who while never physically harming Tim, would flip out and break Tim’s things, like ripping a television out of the wall in Tim’s room when he’s mad at Tim. Never his own things or his second wife’s things (who he married barely a year after Tim’s mother died by the by), but always Tim’s things. And if you know anything about emotional violence and abuse, that’s like. Classic. Not to mention, when Jack learns that Tim is Robin and deduces that Bruce is Batman, this is a man whose first instinct is to race to Wayne Manor with a gun and threaten Bruce. Which somehow ends with both of them “comically” yelling at Tim for trying to speak up for himself. Tim being a victim of this situation isn’t really interchangable with physical abuse from his mother (which fandom does because that’s an “easier” and more “classically portrayed” type of abuse – also  funny how easy it is to blame Janet, who was never allowed to have her own character, when it’s Jack who lived and had all these Danger Signs). It’s its own, very specific form of neglect and abuse that caused a lot of the characteristics I personally see as vital to Tim (his inability to confront authority figures, his withdrawn nature in his Robin persona, his willingness to allow grades and school life slip until he literally drops out of high school by the time we get to Red Robin

[Robin (1993-2009) #125 – I always have to back up stuff with Jack and Tim or else people act like I’m making it up – idk why]

And then there’s Damian, whose abuse came in the form of being raised to not have a childhood, being trained like an adult from a young age. And while Tomasi and Gleason have been retconning what they can over the last few years, there is no doubt that the absence of a normal childhood is going to continue to give him deep emotional scars and trust issues for the rest of his life. Part of why my personal reading of Damian emphasizes just how important his relationship to Dick was and that slow burn of their trust and sort of foster-relationship was in Batman & Robin (2009-2011) is because that was the first time in Damian’s life he was allowed to feel security and it shows very much throughout. Especially when he and Dick have this little conversation: 

[Batman & Robin (2009-2011) #10]

And this gets into what fandom goes into and what I refer to as the “Victim Olympics” – like we have to add up points here and reward someone’s fav for having the worst childhood leading up to his Robinhood or something. Which got played up in canon by having these three hate each other the way they did. 

It makes sense for Jason to see Tim as a kid of privilege trying to replace him because he had “none of the baggage” that Jason had. It makes sense for Tim to find Damian’s entitlement and sense of “biological right” over him and the others and find his attitude abhorrent to everything he’s experienced and how grateful he is toward Bruce and the family. It makes sense for Damian to look at the other children, who he has been told are “lesser” because of their lack of blood relations (and blood inheritance is of course everything to Damian’s treatment and raising with the al Ghuls) being loved unconditionally the way they are by the father he can’t seem to please. 

But few (maybe no) canon writers seem to see the levels of these relationships and treat their default Robin as the “true” point of view. And so that just encourages fandom’s natural inclination to do the same. Somehow everyone’s at fault except for your fav and their pain and abuse or neglect or circumstances don’t matter a tenth as much as yours. 

And that rubs me such the wrong way I can’t stand it. Because I think all of these stories are important and need to be told. They’re some of the most real examinations of the way different forms of trauma can be felt by a wide swarth of people, and how they build into those characters so deeply. 

Part of why Tim Drake of the New52, and Rebirth for that matter, doesn’t read well to me is because he’s had that neglect and abandonment completely erased from his history. It’s hard to explain how his asocial tendencies developed in a supportive environment so unlike the one we saw him grow from organically in the previous continuity. And part of that is probably because so few writers – even those who wrote those circumstances to begin with – seem to recognize that those were abusive signals. It was just accidental “oh kids I know who have these behaviors tend to have uninvolved parents. What a weird coincidence”. 

And unfortunately that’s led to the mess that I keep referring to in fandom.

As for your question about who is more violent with criminals between Jason and Damian, that would be Jason. I mean… they’ve both killed but… yeah Jason. He put heads in a dufflebag. 

Wait but Damian put a grenade in a head and threw it at Tim, didn’t he.

Fuck they’re both bad when written by certain people. Okay you’ve got me. It’s a tossup. 

The Bet- (Logan Howlett x Reader) Part 2

A.N: So holy shit guys, part one really blew up! Holy crap??! Thanks so much for all the love for this story, hope this follow up does it justice. I’m totally up for part three if any of ye are interested! Sorry in advance if its not what you’d hoped for!! kinda had to fart it out in order to accommodate study, so sorry if it feels rushed.

Warnings: sex and anything and everything to do with it, domination, rough fucking. swearing.

Word count: 2418 (yeah I know, dunno what happened tbh)

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A Defeated Man

Characters:  Dean, Reader

Summary: The reader is the only one that Dean can share his secrets with.

Warnings:  I fell into the angst hole with this one.  Sorry.

A Defeated Man

If you knew Dean when he was younger, you wouldn’t recognize the man he is today. I can say that with confidence because I knew him back when. Back when he used to be cocky; cocksure. Full of confidence, full of fight, ready for anything. He was full of life back then. I can’t say that Dean was ever happy, but he had a lust for life. There was zeal in his heart, excitement in his eyes.

Today, he’s a different man, a defeated man. His knuckles are bloody and scraped, his face mottled with a mosaic of bluish purple bruises. He has a mark seared into his skin of his arm that he can’t rid himself of. It’s slowly eating away at every scrap of goodness left in him, the pieces of his humanity that haven’t yet been destroyed. Dean is changing in ways he doesn’t understand. Maybe he doesn’t want to understand. Gone is the man who’d laugh in the face of evil and taunt monsters, here sits a man wearied and worn. He quite literally carries the weight of the world on his shoulders some days, and the bone-crushing heaviness weighs him down, pulling him into a dark abyss of sorrow and sadness. He spends far too much time inside a bottle, the blood on his hands seems as if it will never wash away.

My fingers skim over the nape of his neck, his hair has begun to curl slightly along the hairline. It’s been too long since he’s had it cut, he can’t find the time or the will for the mundane. Involuntarily, he flinches away from my touch, he doesn’t even realize he does it.

I long to take away his pain, to lock it up in my own heart, to carry his burdens, the brokenness of him. I want to stitch his heart back together, gathering the pieces in my hands and tenderly molding them back into something he can recognize, something that will quiet and calm his soul.  

I’ve been with Dean for years, in some way or another. We were important to one another, we leaned on one another, from time to time we shared physical comfort. We were never two halves of a whole, never destined to be, not star-crossed lovers. Despite it all, we formed a connection, a bond that linked us. Maybe it was the life, the shared tragedy. Only a hunter can truly understand one of their own.  

In the end, I’d become another check mark on his vast and ever growing list of things that cause him pain. It was through no fault of my own or of his. But this is an inherent part of Dean, this is the crux of the man that he is - he takes everything on as his own fault. If only he’d been smarter, faster, stronger. I know he has these thoughts because he’s shared them with me.  

He still talks to me about these things. Truthfully, since that fateful day, he’s only become more open and more honest with me. He tells me everything, the darkest things, the things I wish I didn’t know. He has no one else to talk to. The words tumble out in a rush sometimes surprising even him, filling the empty air with his heartache and loss. Sam tries to bring him out of his shell, but he can never speak freely with his brother. There’s too much history there. Dean, forever and always, will seek to protect his brother from the darkest secrets, the ones he harbors deep inside of him. With me, there’s no judgment. Which is part of the reason I can’t bring myself to try and leave.

Even if I could leave, I don’t think I would. He doesn’t even know how much he needs me, the small comfort I can bring him. Sam doesn’t know about this, it’s our secret. Or more like my secret.

For years now, since that day, he’s worn the talisman I crafted for him around his neck on a silver chain. He never takes it off, not even to shower.

If he knew the truth, he’d take it off. He’d burn it in a heartbeat.

He never would have wanted this, and that’s why I can never tell him, never reveal myself.

The talisman is what binds me to him, keeps my spirit here. Even after my body was burned on the pyre and reduced to ash, it keeps me here.  

It’s like I said though, even if I could leave, I wouldn’t. I’ll stay by his side until that mark takes away every bit of the man inside, until Dean Winchester no longer exists.

He needs me and I won’t abandon him a second time.

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“The great university will be divided into grades, admission to which will be through preliminary tests or initiations. Here mankind will be instructed in the most sacred, the most secret, and the most enduring of all Mysteries–Symbolism. Here the initiate will be taught that every visible object, every abstract thought, every emotional reaction is but the symbol of an eternal principle. Here mankind will learn that CHiram (Truth) lies buried in every atom of Kosmos; that every form is a symbol and every symbol the tomb of an eternal verity. Through education–spiritual, mental, moral, and physical–man will learn to release living truths from their lifeless coverings. The perfect government of the earth must be patterned eventually after that divine government by which the universe is ordered. In that day when perfect order is reestablished, with peace universal and good triumphant, men will no longer seek for happiness, for they shall find it welling up within themselves. Dead hopes, dead aspirations, dead virtues shall rise from their graves, and the Spirit of Beauty and Goodness repeatedly slain by ignorant men shall again be the Master of Work. Then shall sages sit upon the seats of the mighty and the gods walk with men.”

~Manly P. Hall