it really was a tragedy

DM (as NPC): This temple is devoted to our god…he’s not well known to outsiders, you probably have never heard of him.
Rogue: Really? Who is this god?
DM: Have you ever heard of the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?

I know I’ve talked about this before, but I’m really sick of seeing writers who should know better say things like, “Tragedy is more compelling than stories where characters have a nice day and nothing bad happens!” without understanding why.

Tragedy is an effective story element when it’s a deviation from the norm. A character’s peaceful existence is disrupted by a catastrophic event that throws everything into chaos. The character now has to either develop so they can cope with the new status quo, or find a way to put things back the way they were. There’s a good story in that.

But when a character’s life is an unrelenting cavalcade of misery, another heaping dose of shit isn’t all that interesting. At that point, a compelling deviation from the norm would be said character having a nice day where nothing bad happens. And modern fiction is chock-full of misery porn, so by this logic, it’s no wonder the coffee shop AU is such a popular fanfiction trope.

Derek Hale getting a dog and putting his life back together is way more interesting than Derek Hale’s life getting worse for the 26th consecutive episode. Creators like to hold up “everything is fine and nobody dies” as a sign that fanfic is bland and badly written, but if anything, it’s an indicator that mainstream fiction is bland and badly written. 

Incredulity // Jughead Smut

Summary: Fred Andrews is the single parent of twins. He walks in on his daughter with her girlfriend in the middle of sex. Following that breakup you got together with your brothers best friend whom doesn’t have experience in sex so you teach your boyfriend. Guess your not the only twin in a forbidden relationship…only one is legal.

Characters: Jughead x Andrews!Reader, Betty x Reader, Kevin Keller, Archie Andrews (mentioned) and Fred Andrews

Words: 3237

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own the Comics either. Jughead is NOT asexual in his.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, smut, former same sex relationship,

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N Originally this was going to be a Veronica fic but apparently my subconscious was needy for Jughead.

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Jokes were always made about the Andrews twins, Archie was the boy that got hit by the puberty bus during the summer before sophomore year. You however had came out of the awkward phase a lot early than your twin brother, it was the end of middle school when you hit puberty in the most graceful way.

While Archie incredibly straight, you were bisexual with no real preference to be honest. Nobody believed that you were bisexual, especially your dad because he had never seen you look at a female before. Fred Andrews got a rude awakening when he walked in on Betty Cooper going down on his freshmen aged daughter. Next the whole town found out about the relationship, minus the sexual side, with the knowledge that Betty had been crushing on you. It was purely fun for you and experimental for her so it didn’t cause any problems when she discovered she was only into guys and actually liked your twin. You guys continued to be best friends.

It was amusing when your father walked in on Betty and you because he fumbled through the safe sex talk. He didn’t know much about safe sex between females but he tried his best even if both of you were embarrassed beyond belief. He was happy however that you wouldn’t become the parental nightmare of pregnant teenager.

It was the last day of summer that he caught you with your boyfriend in bed together and getting the shock of his life for the second time. Jughead and you had gotten together at the very end of freshman year. Nobody, even Archie whom knew everything about you, knew about it because there was no real reason that they needed to know. You were a slut by any means, you only had had sex with Betty so you didn’t care if someone found out that Jughead and you were together. The only thing was that you hadn’t gone that far yet.

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I love Laurent’s line “You were born to rule, like I was”, because Laurent wasn’t really born to rule, Auguste was. And that’s a huge part of the tragedy of Laurent’s character, the fact that he feels like everybody’s second choice. And I don’t think it’s just a post-Auguste-death thing, you can see it in the way that he talks about Auguste, it’s way older than that. Auguste was the better fighter, the better man, the better ruler. And just because Laurent idolized his brother so much he always felt like what people turned to when they couldn’t get Auguste. And then he died and the unfit little brother had to fill in his place. Damen changes that once and for all, once Laurent finally decides to let him in (I love the bit when Laurent’s basically like “Auguste would have liked you and you would have liked him more than me” and Damen is having none of that, because really there is no version of Damen that wouldn’t have chosen Laurent, but I digress), but even before that happens we have this line that shows that Laurent is growing into himself enough to finally realize he might not be the second best, he might have been born for this too.

You don’t have to like her, but she has done some really decent things in the wake of this tragedy. Just yesterday I saw she was doing a live benefit concert to raise money.

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Harvey Dent on Gotham Tonight (TDK Special Features)

for @about-faces!

  • Date: hey, whatcha thinking about? you look so distant.
  • Me: Imagine what ghouls go through, especially the older ones. Not just the obvious prejudice and hatred towards them. But, they live... indefinitely. Everyone they know and care for, they will inevitably outlive. Their friends, family, relatives, everyone single person with the exclusion of their own kind. Even their memories start to fade after a point and their past becomes blurry and indistinct. Just think about that for a moment. And then, they look in the mirror every day and they no longer see who they were. They see a rotting body where their own should be. And because of that outwardly disfigured appearance and genetic mutations, they are discriminated against, killed for their mere existence, and they see the terror and disgust in the eyes of at least half the people they meet. And, the pain of becoming a ghoul must be excruciating. To be exposed to that amount of radiation... It must be so painful. Yet, the people of the wasteland don't care. They see a friendly ghoul and they think, 'ew a feral'. It's a tragedy... really.
  • Date: *shoving breadsticks into their purse* sorry, I gotta go.

salvainterra  asked:

i love mob so much please for the love of god tell me about ur feelings on 100% ecstasy

OH BOY WILL I !!! ABSOLUTELY 100% (pun unintended but warmly embraced) 

out of all the 100% events, ecstasy is my favorite. the drama… the tragedy… will fiction EVER peak like this again? i don’t think so. but BEFORE I DELVE INTO ALL OF THAT, there’s something i want to talk about first: mob’s psychic powers as an expression of his emotions. 

we all know that mob suppresses his emotions to avoid outbursts of psychic power. but THAT implies that mob’s psychic power is a form of self expression, in the same way that body language is expression. 

he can direct his psychic powers – the same way we can direct our bodies’ actions – but there are other components that are difficult to stop, similar to how people’s shoulders tend to hunch when they’re angry or upset, how they subconsciously cross their arms and direct their feet away when something is making them uncomfortable, etc. 

unless you know about these bits of body language, and make a deliberate attempt to suppress them, it’s difficult to stop your body from revealing something about your emotions. similarly, one function of mob’s psychic power is as an extension of the way he expresses himself. these things happen subconsciously and mostly without mob’s control. 

for example, one of the trademarks of mob’s 100% events is that mob starts releasing waves of psychic power that push his hair back. other side effects include cracking the ground under him, often to dramatic effect.

mob doesn’t push his hair up on purpose, it’s just something that happens – as a result of him releasing his pent-up emotions in the form of psychic power. these little bits of expression aren’t something he can control.

mob also says something REALLY INTERESTING in his first 100% event:

during 100% rage mob uses his psychic powers to fight dimple, yes, but these lines suggest that his outburst of power happened because he finally had to express his anger. and that implies that, in order to show his emotions, and express himself, mob has to use his psychic powers. 

which is something he almost never allows himself to do. 

never forget the disdain / loathing mob had for himself at the beginning of the manga, and how convinced he was that he couldn’t allow himself to express himself OTHERWISE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN. 

further material to consider: the lines that he said right before his 100% animosity / hostility event 

hostility… 

at this point, mob hasn’t taken any action against koyama yet. his outburst of psychic power, radiating outward and blanketing the area, is not doing anything but expressing his hostility – to the extent that mob expects koyama to be able to feel it. 

in addition to that, during mob’s fight with toichirou, he cycles rapidly through a LOT of emotions, and this is what he says about it:

canon suggests that it’s not just a buildup of of emotions that cause his powers to run amok; allowing his powers to run amok also allows himself to feel the full intensity of his emotions. his psychic powers are key to expressing himself.

I COULD GO ON… but i’ll just leave things here for now. to summarize: mob subconsciously uses his psychic powers to express his emotions, which is why suppressing his emotions also suppresses his psychic powers. 

figure 1: a helpful venn diagram of things 

which brings us to the REALLY SAD, BITTERSWEET, MOURNFUL TRAGEDY THAT IS 100% ECSTASY. 

the fight against toichirou is possibly the first time mob has been able to fully utilize his psychic powers. the first time he’s had to, even. all the unconscious limits he’s put on himself – not allowing his psychic power to go free, stifling his emotions and powers – all come undone. 

mob is allowing himself to be himself, wholly and fully. he’s removed his inhibitions. he’s running wild and free. he’s no longer expending energy trying to regulate his psychic powers – he’s allowing himself to feel. this intensity of emotion and action is something mob has never given himself before, and the freedom of it… feels good. incredibly so. he feels free, he feels alive, and toichirou – the only individual to ever stand on a level close to mob’s – understands perfectly. 

this is a level of joy mob has never felt before. 

the release of his psychic power even comes hand in hand with mob’s body language becoming much freer and more expressive than it is in daily life. look at him go!! mob, for the first time in years… letting himself feel the intensity of his emotions, just as they really are.  

but of course his happiness isn’t going to last 

because mob wants to be a part of society, and he thinks he has to keep his psychic powers sequestered away in order to do that. his greatest fear is accidentally hurting the people he loves with his own psychic power, and when he remembers that possibility… 

the tragedy of 100% ecstasy is that – for just a brief moment, mob released himself from his self-imposed limits. for a moment, he let himself really feel, he let himself be, and in that moment he experienced a richness, an intensity, a moment of being so utterly present and alive that it brought himself to heights he’d never reached before. 

 and mob will never willingly allow himself to do that ever again. 

Nothing and Everything

I’m not cultured enough to be an elf,
I’m too polite to be a dwarf,
I’m not friendly enough to be a hobbit,
I’m too social to be a dragon,
I’m not clever enough to be a detective,
I’m too independent to be his doctor,
I’m not caring enough to be a time lord,
I’m too emtional to be a dalek ,
I’m not epic enough to be a vampire,
I’m too unique to be a human,
I’m not evil enough to be a sith,
I’m too dark to be a jedi,
I’m not artful enough to be a Dodger,
I’m too crafty to be an Oliver Twist,
I’m not playful enough to be a nymph,
I’m too silly to be a monster,
I’m not perfect enough to be a fairy tale,
I’m too joyful to be a tragedy…

In saying nothing… I have told you who I am.

things about brendon urie that i heart

-his thick fuckin thighs holy wow
-smiley boy 24/7 like does this guy ever get sad i hope not
-high heels
-“that breaks my heart that youre calling yourselves trash that really sucks”
-is tired of i write sins not tragedies
-continues to sing i write sins not tragedies
-fucking nice to everyone like ?? how im not even nice to myself
-ends up shirtless by the second half of every concert
-always screaming for some reason
-or just making some odd noise
-hes just cute and hes 2 years old someone give him a lollypop

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make me choosechancehouse asked: doctor who season 3, season 7 or season 9
When something goes missing, you can always recreate it by the hole it left. I know her name was Clara. I know we travelled together. I know that there was an Ice Warrior on a submarine and a mummy on the Orient Express. I know we sat together in the Cloisters and she told me something very important, but I have no idea what she said. Or what she looked like. Or how she talked. Or laughed. There’s nothing there. Just nothing. There’s one thing I know about her. Just one thing. If I met her again, I would absolutely know.