I saw [this] and [THIS] on twitter by @forgingmeanings and felt many things and Lady Vex’ahlia of Whitestone, Wife of Lord Julius de Rolo. It then bled into a story about Cassandra, because I love her.
Ok but imagine Percy and Vex and Cassandra who escape the Briarwoods together.
Vex and Percy are friends in any universe. He’s trying to skip on dinner to tinker and she’s pretending to convince him to come up but really she’s just avoiding awkward small talk. Then suddenly there’s crashing and screaming and they run out into the hall and collide with Silas or Anders or Ripley
“I don’t have enough Star Wars in my room,” she says sadly, testing out the panorama function on her phone. (I was standing on my desk chair. Also, the Padme, which you can’t really see from the angle of the panorama.)
Yes, I know, Indy’s an outlier; he’s coming down, sadly, so I can put up my TCW ladies. I’ve actually got two mostly blank walls (one not pictured, along with most of my bookshelves) on which more stuff will also go up, I’ve just gotta get more stuff to hang it up with and decide whether or not to keep my big Narnia poster.
Okay, but after a scathing indictment on only creating characters who exist with one singular purpose, let’s take a moment to appreciate the irony that is Yeon-Joo’s place in this drama. She literally exists to deus ex machina Chul from certain death. She has no other purpose but to save his life–even when she is unimportant to him and means nothing.
She doesn’t get to be the main character in her own story. She’s stuck as the main female lead wherever she goes.
But I’m not going to complain about that too much tonight. I’m just gonna leave it here while I thank the drama for giving me exactly what I wantedin the way I wanted it. I did not want to spent the last six episodes complaining about the weak ass romance. It could crash and burn again in the next episode but I’m too high on getting what I want to think of all the ways it could go wrong again. Just some of the ways.
I am now completely on board with the memory wipe, the frustration of not being able to connect, and the absolute terror with being stranded in a world with no identity. I love Yeon-Joo. I love how quick thinking she is. I love that she tried to feed herself with the free cafeteria food. I love that she is written to be competent and that her plans mostly work.
I am terrified for her with the preview. I’d hoped, that because the Man in Black is not her creation, he wouldn’t have any power over her and that she really is the only one capable of fixing the manhwa.
Because the gun appearing in Chul’s hand was just as terrifying as it was meant to be. It is terrifying that the Man in Black can rewrite history. I tried to count my Holy Shits tonight but lost track after about eight or so.
(n). an idea that
seems like an amazing insight to the conceiver but is in fact pointless,
mundane, stupid, or incorrect.
Hoseok x Reader/You
Fluff/’Smut’/Angst + College!AU
Popular boy Hoseok suddenly takes an interest in you; curious to why you
continued alone in the hallways every time his eyes tend to drift over to you.
Implied smut, harsh language, and mentions of dying.
Loosely based off the idea of Anterograde Tomorrow. Some a lot of these
parts were 1 A.M writing sessions so, sorry if a part seems like complete trash
compared to another :”)
were, in the stretch of the definition, a freak to the public eye.
society shunning someone as yourself because you couldn’t be explained and
frustrated the most tolerant of people to the brink. A walking-case of a hurricane
that wrecked every person you came in contact with puzzlement, repulse, and in
some cases, sympathy for what you were.
opposite reflection to the boy you had no name for.
couldn’t even remember the man who made you feel accepted, tenderness, and
showered you with endless amounts of affection; showing you a caring side that
you weren’t expecting; but then again, you couldn’t. Nameless man took your
faults and threw them away carelessly, taking your hand regardless with the
condition you had.
your problem you dealt with every day.
condition that made you the weirdest and weakest. Some things you would be able
to do while other things were unfortunate. You could drive a car, tie/untie the
laces accented your colorful shoes, remember the route to your college blocks
away. Yet, no memory pops up at what filled your stomach from the day before, that
crucial test that would affect your overall average drastically, a friend’s
birthday even with the nicely-wrapped present placed in the corner collecting
your problem that haunted your days, making your chest burst unexplainably with
pain and tears filling the creases of your eyes at random periods. Blurry images
invading your mind that you could never decipher and you hated it. Every time,
your stomach churning and ripping you with agony, almost wailing out for you to
recollect something that was long forgotten; lost within the depths of your
thoughts that would never be recovered.
with all of this in mind, the male still came to the conclusion to love the
amnesiac girl, knowing that he would ultimately be lapsed out along the way,
but also knowing that it would worth it to be the one always making you smile
while you introduced yourself for the millionth time.
i went to drop some stuff off at work and get my id picture taken, and when i got there my lift wasn’t working. so i was like, “ahh shit,” because i haven’t walked anywhere with hudson (different dynamics) in a very long time. but the HR lady’s daughter is in the same wheel/walk situation and she was all, “just use your crutch, i’ll spot ya [muscle emoji].” i made it in and through and out with wonderdog and i didn’t fall on my face??? success.
I WAS going to draw an entire comic based on the new movie, buuuut these seemed more fun ATM and they’d fit better into the theme anyway, so have some TOS AU ft. Trouble with Tribbles! :3 What’s funny about Star Trek is most episodes could honestly fit into the Voltron universe? The whole Space Travel to bring peace to many worlds is very compatible uwu But I also wanted to play with who would get what color (since I’ve seen others doing the same) so Star Fleet uniforms for everyone! And Galra!Keith makes an appearance again X’’D (Yes Allura’s the Captain!)
As for the crossover portion…
Have two half-aliens (theoretically, in Keith’s case) who cannot understand jokes for the life of them ;w; Also, Gravity Falls reference ahahaha is it crossovery enough yet??
1. Favorite album?
2. Favorite song off Bullets?
3. Favorite Lyric off Bullets?
4. Favorite song off Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge?
5. Favorite lyric off Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge?
6. Favorite song off The Black Parade?
7. Favorite lyric from The Black Parade album?
8. Favorite Black Parade era music video?
9. Favorite song off Danger Days?
10. Favorite lyric from Danger Days?
11. Favorite video from Danger Days?
12. Favorite killjoy character?
13. Do you have a killjoy name, if so what is it?
14. Favorite Conventional Weapons song?
15. Favorite Conventional Weapons lyric?
16. What is your favorite era?
17. What is your favorite Gerard era?
18. What is your favorite Mikey era?
19. What is your favorite Ray era?
20. What is your favorite Frank era?
21. Did you ever get to see them live?
22. Have you ever met any of them?
23. Have you seen any of them live solo?
24. Favorite solo project?
25. Favorite Member?
I like to think Dave is more unsettled by the differences between Dirk and Bro than the similarities.
Dirk does something frighteningly similar to Bro and Dave says nothing, hardly even thinks anything of it. They’re bound to be similar. That’s To Be Expected.
But sometimes he bangs his fucking shin on a coffee table at 3am while flashstepping and the goDDAMN X FILES THEME PLAYS IN DAVES HEAD AS HE STARES IN BEWILDERMENT. Dirk proceeds to curse under his breath about asspacking endtables as he makes himself a pot of coffee, all the while Dave’s entire world is falling apart. He thinks back. Had Bro ever clipped the coffee table? No? What the fuck, did he ever trip over a chair? NO? SLIP ON A SMUPPET… NO. No unexplained bumps in the night, no quiet cursing as he goes about his weird routines. Nothing.
I think that after a while he gets used to it, and takes comfort in the differences as well as the familiarity fostered by any resemblance he may share with dead relatives. But it takes time. And so it goes that for like 4 months Dave just quietly freaked out every time Dirk wasnt the untouchable broninja he grew up with.