just know that my love for you all is equally divided

Cheating - Reggie Mantle

SOOOOOO guess who does Riverdale stuff now. Me. Because when I get a new fandom, it’s all I think about for like two weeks.

Originally posted by rcggiemantle

In which the reader has the locker next to Archie, her best friend since kindergarten.

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I’m so happy you guys are still tuning in to my Jughead Serpent story! You guys are so awesome! ****** Last part:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160673823636/once-again-you-guys-amaze-me-with-all-the-support

Jughead slammed his hand against the metal trailer door, leaving it swinging open and letting the cool air filter into his dirty,stale home. He was so angry he couldn’t see straight, his knuckles were aching for something to hit and the closest thing was his kitchen cabinet.

The meeting at Snake bar went as well as could be expected, the older members of the Serpents were gearing up for quite the battle against Clifford Blossom and his many Riverdale cronies, F.P led the meeting declaring all out war and explaining his expectations, Jughead had been minding his own business leaning against a bar stool when he heard his name leave his fathers lips.

“We’ll need to get in their heads, show them no one is safe, not even their children, Jughead can lead the march on that one. The fight at Pops yesterday was a good start but we need more, go after more than the football team, I want you to take on every Riverdale High student you can, I know you all seem to have a way with the girls, work your way there.”

There were murmurs of agreement from the young boys as they high fived and grinned wickedly. Fortunately Keith and Dean came to stand behind Jughead, a few other Serpents following, they liked Betty, they wanted to keep her safe they wouldn’t go along with this stupid plan.

“You got that son?” F.P asked dangerously. His father had been scorned by Clifford Blossom and he would stop at nothing to take him down, Jughead knew parts of his old dad were buried deep inside the jaded, bitter man but it was getting harder and harder to find him.

“Yeah F.P, you got it.” He mumbled.

For a moment Jughead swore he saw his father flinch at the choice of name, but before he had a chance to analyze it, the man was back to discussing plans to take down the north side.

“This is what you were born into Jughead, this is your legacy” he mocked, spitting into the sink and slamming his hand on the countertop.

“Is now not a good time?”

He whipped around at the familiar voice and stared wide eyed as Betty stood nervously in his doorway, her tiny white skirt and soft yellow tank top stood out drastically against his dirty metal trailer.

Shaking his head quickly, he moved towards her, gently tugging her inside and away from prying eyes

“No! No, it’s never a bad time for you.” He smiled, placing a hand to her arm and tracing a finger over the veins on her wrist.

Betty looked at him skeptically before her eyes lit up
“Is that a dog?! You have a dog!” She pointed behind him and he turned to see his trusty sheep dog, hotdog, poking his head from behind the door. Looking back up to Betty’s eyes he couldn’t help but chuckle at the unrestrained excitement, he released her and she flew towards the shaggy white dog.

“Hi love! Your daddy didn’t tell me you existed, I would’ve come here a long time ago.” She giggled as the dog placed a sloppy kiss to her cheek, she pushed her face into his fur and scratched his belly. Jughead watched the scene with a goofy smile on his face, for some reason she seemed to fit perfectly into his trailer, her bright smile and laughter instantly lighting up his dark home, the Southside could use a little bit of her sunshine.
She looked up at him and smiled, beckoning him to come join her.

Dropping to his knees he scratched behind the dogs ear as Betty cooed lovingly, there was something unbelievably maternal about her, something Jughead hadn’t seen since he was six years old.

“He doesn’t get out much, especially now with the turf war going on. I can’t let him out of my sight, you never know the lengths these people will go to hurt people like me, can’t risk this one getting caught up in the cross fire.” He looked at her fully, his eyes boring into hers, hoping she understood his hidden message.

Betty looked back at him with equal intensity
“Well some things are worth getting hurt for. I think hotdog is willing to make that sacrifice.” She answered softly, her hand coming up to grasp his cheek as she stroked behind his ear, his eyes fluttering closed

“Hey! I’ve got a plan.” She pulled her hand away, standing up and brushing her hands on her skirt
“I think we could both use an escape, and hotdog could definitely use a place to run free for a bit, there’s a carnival over in Pembrooke it’s only a few towns over, that means the beach will be completely deserted, hotdog can run as far as his little heart can take him.” She bent down and ruffled the excited dogs fur “you’d like that wouldn’t you boy?”

The dog barked and wagged his tail, pushing his snout against Betty’s palm as she giggled, Jughead smiled, grabbing his Serpents jacket from its space on the couch and pulling her hand towards his truck, hotdog happily following along before hopping in the back seat.

Jughead never thought an hour long car ride could be so amusing, between Betty’s singing (and damn was her voice the prettiest thing he’d ever heard) and hotdog howling alone, he bought his face might break from smiling so much, she laughed along to his stories about Dean and his absolute hatred of anything alcoholic and he internaly celebrated when she described Her embarrassing childhood crush on Archie and how when they kissed she realized she felt nothing for him.

He only had to bite the inside of his mouth a few times when he noticed bruises he had never seen before as she lifted her arms up making the tiny tank top rise and reveal pieces of her stomach.

After about an hour of hotdog running through the water and Betty splashing Jughead with the salty ocean waves, they were both fairly exhausted as the sun went down but neither of the teens had ever felt so happy or content.

Clutching Betty’s hand as they watched hotdog trail the edge of the water Jughead heard her sigh softly

“I wish it could stay like this, we could just stay here, never have to go back, never have to worry about divided homes and responsibilities.” She whispered, reading his mind.

He squeezed her hand tighter and nodded
“I know, it just feels like.. like the world is closing in on me sometimes, like I’m right there in the ocean but I can’t get out, I’m drowning.” He looked down at her eyes and saw her nod understandingly, urging him to finish, to let it out.

“My dad.. he just.. he wants me to be this almighty Serpent prodigy, and yeah I love the Serpents, they’re my family but.. I don’t want it to be like this.. I don’t want our town to be separated. This responsibility to do what he thinks is right.. it’s all bullshit.”

Saying it all out loud, letting float into the waves, he felt like a heavy load had been lifted from his shoulders and it was all thanks to the beautiful girl beside him who was looking at him with complete understanding and respect.

“I get that” she said “I’m so tired of trying to do what everyone thinks is right. I’m so tired of letting everyone hurt me.” She instinctively placed a hand to the bruises on her wrist “but Jughead, with you right now? I feel safe, like I can be myself, I know it sounds silly but..” she was cut off by Jughead bringing her wrist to his mouth placing a gentle kiss to her bruises.

“It’s not silly, I feel the same way. I can’t remember a time where I’ve felt so… at home.” He whispered against her pulse.

Betty brought her free hand up to his cheek, cupping it and smiling shyly

“Are you gonna kiss me or not Jughead Jones”

With wide eyes Jughead didn’t waste a second, dropping his lips to hers and instantly melting, it was like a ship coming into dock, she tasted like strawberries and vanilla and he had to muffle his moan against her lips. She gripped the lapels of his jacket and brought him even tighter against her, the taste of cigarettes and peppermint was now officially one of Betty’s favorite flavors.

The moment was broken in a flash as Hotdog leaped on both of them sending them flying into the sand, Betty dropped on top of Jughead as Hotdog attacked his dads face with messy kisses.

“Alright boy! Okay!” He laughed freely, his hands coming around Betty’s waist and pulling her against his chest as they sat facing the ocean.

Sure there was a war going on in their very little town, but right here right now, two damaged kids had found their home and they weren’t giving it up for anything .

anonymous asked:

Hi! First of all, I love your edits, they are all gorgeous and I hope you know that ♥ And secondly, would you mind making a mini tutorial on how to make the drawing effect gif as you did here post/158606758288/hogwarts-houses-ϟ-slytherin-or-perhaps-in? I would really appreciate that

aah thank you!! this is so kind of you to say :”) and sure thing, hun! I’ll be explaining how to make something like this from this photoset:

what you’ll need: 

— photoshop 
— patience 

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amoralamusement  asked:

Hello, I always enjoy the work on this Tumblr. It's informative, interesting, and satisfying. Anyway, being an Ne dom like yourself, do you have any tips to not be overwhelmed by Ne a.k.a. How to Train Your Ne? I admit there are times when the ideas are buzzing and I yearn for stimulation then I become drained to the point of being physically tired.

Good timing, since I was just reading about Si-grips last night and realizing I basically live in one six months out of the year. :P

I’m not sure exactly what you mean, so I’ll cover all the bases I can think of.

There’s pretty much four stages in my life:

Ne-dom Extraordinaire: this is when you are the unbeatable monarch in your field, when you are on such a roll that not only do you finish your project ahead of the damn deadline, you went ahead and did sixteen other magnificent things that day too, just because your brain was on such a rush of SO MANY IDEAS. For example: you felt good about finishing your essay, so you wrote six movie reviews, four e-mails, 26 blog posts, and worked on your book to boot. And then you went to bed with a smile on your face because damn, I’m so fine.

Ne-dom Uninspired: this is when you feel “meh.” Not awesomesauce, not the lowest of the low, just plain MEH. Meh for a Ne-dom equals: semi-bored, semi-uninspired, semi-annoyed about it. Now, a sane person on this day goes and watches 24 episodes of ALIAS in a row to chill. Me, I FORCE myself to be ‘creative.’ And because I’m generally good at what I do, it comes out fine. Not knock your socks off stupendous, not awful, not even average, just fine. But it feels like dragging my brain through a cheese grater and I go to bed mad that my Ne-brain was lazy as hell today. Like, it’s supposed to be AMAZING all the time!!! What’s up with this?!

Ne-dom Bored-as-Hell: generally, this happens when your life is stagnant, or you are stuck on the same god-awful project for weeks, or your friends have not spoken to you in days, and you are so bored you can hardly stand it, but NOTHING appeals to you. You crave something, but don’t know what it is. You drag yourself through the work / school day like a fish on dry land, you scope the depths of depression, you maybe force yourself to do stuff, but it’s a clear indication that your Ne is STARVING TO DEATH. You must feed it. How? That’s up to you. Get in the car and drive. Go hang out with someone. Start learning something new. Read a book that you know you’ll hate, and blow your own mind by loving it. Try something totally, radically different.

Don’t be like me, and dye your hair purple and cut into a punk rock style. Although, God knows I looked adorable.

Ne-dom Work-a-Holic: also known as tunnel vision, also known as inferior Si grip, also known as the perfect way to make yourself exhausted at the end of the day. Picture a nice normal Ne being a freight train barreling through a tunnel at 976 miles per hour. Now picture a peasant maiden (or peasant lad, if that’s you’re thing) running out onto the tracks, and holding it in place for about 15 hours. It grinds to a halt, its wheels start to smoke, and the peasant maiden/lad is inching forward at, oh, about 6 miles per hour. Fast by her standards, slow by yours. Now imagine that’s what happens to your Ne, when you develop tunnel vision. All that power, going nowhere fast. Imagine the tremendous energy that just ground to a halt. The creeping subconscious despair of the engineer. You are both the peasant maiden/lad and the freight train. See the problem? You are ripping yourself apart. How’s that peasant maiden/lad going to feel at the end of the day?

Yup. Exhausted.

Now, what if that peasant maiden does this day after day for about a week?

Exhausted. Mental exhaustion, from holding back the train, forcing Ne to stay on one topic, or focus on “boring” things for days on end. Where’s the fun? Where’s the zany? Where’s the sarcasm and jokes and random connections? Hello, inferior Si. Obsessive compulsive, aren’t you? Fixated. BAD.

How to Train Your Ne:

1) Give yourself permission to stick to one idea for awhile.

I get it. You will have thousands of great ideas in a single lifetime, or maybe even a week. If you follow all of them right now, you will never finish anything. Do what I do: think about them, ponder them, don’t let them get too developed, and write down the ones you want to hold onto, put them in a jar, and… walk away with the biggest, shiniest, most exciting idea you just had. The others will keep. Let them stew in their juices. Focus on THIS IDEA.

2) Reward yourself for finishing things.

If you want to accomplish something, give your Ne what it wants – a challenge, and a reward. I used to motivate myself through “boring” tasks by setting time deadlines and writing like a bat out of hell, or dividing the task up into separate shorter parts that I can cross off after I do them. That shows me I am making progress. Right now, I’m sitting next to a half-crossed-off list of chapters in my book, which I am proof-reading / editing. Each time a pink line goes through someone’s name, I know I’m THIS MUCH CLOSER to finishing. THIS MUCH CLOSER to starting a NEW project. THIS MUCH CLOSER TO THAT PIECE OF CHOCOLATE I PROMISED MYSELF.

Ahem.

3) Accept that you cannot be at 110% all the time.

This may be hard for you to hear, but you’re a normal human being. You need sleep. You need rest. You need food. You need days off, and dates, and to go places, and be with people, and do things other than your job or your school or writing or whatever it is that occupies 90% of your time. Those normal things that a sensor can do without much fuss, wear you out. Tedious details wear you out. Planning wears you out. Keeping track of things wears you out. The temptation when this happens is to under-estimate what you, as a low Si, needs – which is a break. You tend to way overestimate what you can do in a single week, and sometimes you get way too much on your plate… so, if you know about things in advance that are going to “drain” your Ne, because it requires other, lower functions to be heavily used in your stack, plan to limit your interaction with those functions in excess of your responsibilities.

In other words, if you (me) have to do a bunch of tedious line-editing at work, it is not a good idea for me to come home and do… a bunch of tedious line-editing on my novel at the same time. That’s all Te/Si stuff.

Ne-stuff is… new ideas, new people, new philosophies, reading things that excite your mind and imagination and help you see things in a different way, or watching something new, or going somewhere where you can just be yourself. Your Ne cannot run on full power all the time, especially when you’re trying to hold back the freight train – so give yourself permission to take time off.

4) Pace yourself.

This piggybacks on the above, but as a Ne-dom, you way over-estimate how much you can do physically. Things like going places, driving for hours, being in crowds, walking long distances, etc., are tiring to someone with minimal sensing. Ne-doms need down time, to process their experiences. You are an introverted extrovert. Remember that, and give yourself down time. Try not to be out and about 24/7. But don’t stay home all the time either. That’s a cesspool of Ne-draining boredom waiting to happen.

5) Either do it right now or write it down.

My usual pattern is: get a good thought about 10pm. Then springboard into another idea. Then zip over that way for more ideas. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, telling myself to go to sleep, while thinking about everything I should talk about, investigate, or do in the morning. By morning, of course, either the ideas are all gone or I have lost any motivation to do them. Some of my best work is from dropping everything and doing it RIGHT NOW. Strike while the iron is hot, my dander is up, whatever. Some of my best short stories or articles came from getting up at 5am and pounding the keyboard. So, do it NOW… or write it down. If you write it down, you won’t have to try and remember it (also a chore for Ne).

The best things you can do for your Ne are the following:

  • Accept that this is who I am, and it’s okay.
  • Realize that mundane or tedious tasks drain your Ne
  • Let your mind wander
  • Give yourself permission to fantasize
  • Reward periods of the mundane with fun activities
  • Never let a week go by without planning something ‘fun’
  • Stimulate yourself with constant NEW things (books, movies, music)
  • Read a wide variety of things on a continual basis
  • Give yourself challenges and deadlines to beat
  • Make sure they are SHORT-TERM (you cannot stay too long)
  • Always have something in the immediate future to look forward to

Hope that helps.

(This week on tumblr has been DULL. Is it just me or is it dead?! Thank God for a new Doctor Who tomorrow! I need me some NEW Capaldi + Bill Potts. I totally want to be her best friend and hang out in space and eat blue cubes together.)

- ENFP Mod

anonymous asked:

I've seen a lot of complaints about the mating bond and how they don't want nessian to have one because it's supposed to be rare and now feyrexrhys and elainxlucien have it, but couldn't it just be rare because of the divide between fairies and humans? i mean both lucien and rhys only had that mating bond snap into place once feyre and elain became fae. what if all fae had a mate, but the reason it's rare is because most are human and thus not allowing the bond to snap into place?

The rarity issue is an interesting question. Is it stated explicitly in ACOTAR that mates are rare? It is in ToG, if I’m correct. I believe that Remelle mentions it in the short story she appears in, when explaining why no fae would ever want to be with Aelin, which lol. (We talk about this in the ACOMAF podcast as well at some point, if you are interested in listening to that.)

This might be a world-building issue, tbh, because there are a lot of questions about how this bond works, what the point of it is (reproduction? or something else?) and how/why people are considered “equals”.

It is totally possible that the bond can only happen when both people are fae, like you mentioned. Lucien’s first lady was a lesser fae, not High Fae, so it’s not a divide in that way (since he was waiting for their bond, one can assume it’s possible). But perhaps there is a divide between fae/humans. It would be kinda weird for the Cauldron to pair two people who little to no chance of meeting/mating, though - because then you would have a lot of pairs that will never happen, because humans being turned into fae isn’t exactly common, either. So if we went that route, then yeah, mates would definitely be rare, basically because they would never have the chance to find each other or be…. compatible in a race/species way? (Sorry I don’t know how else to describe that lol)

Personally, I have no issue with anyone else having a bond or not. They could all have one and I’d feel the same as if no one had one. I don’t like the idea that people are destined to be together, because…. shit happens, people fall in love and grow apart, and if there are cases of mates not even liking each other, what is the actual point of it? And it takes away the characters’ agency. Even if they can choose to not be with their mate…. this is now something they have to deal with, and in a way they would probably always question, if they fell for someone else, if it was real? Which would suck. And let’s say you hated your mate. You are still equals in some way, there is still some reason, theoretically, that you were paired. And how can you escape that? So yeah, lack of agency isn’t cool.

And also, it’s pretty heteronormative, thus far. There is a mated m/m couple in ToG, but it’s one couple and again… we can’t say that the same rules apply in both series. And ALSO, in ACOTAR, with the female presenting the male with food, like wut? Why? Anyway, I hope we get more info about this - maybe Elain and Lucien’s situation will provide us with some more context about all of this.

Thanks for sending me your thoughts!

Vain (Part 2) - Jughead Jones

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Summary: After an awkward encounter with Jughead Jones, you’ve been avoiding the anti-social teen. However, in the most cliche way possible, you end up paired together in a group project making avoidance harder than it first seemed.

I’m pretty new to writing on tumblr, so the response Vain got was overwhelming! Pretty sure that if I didn’t make a part 2, someone was going to skin me alive, (i got a LOT of asks for it, which I think is awesome!) It’s probably going to turn into a full on series so yay hype.

Warnings: - A lot of Shakespeare stuff which I try to explain :3

Jughead x Reader (Still not so much romantically yet, plz don’t kill meh)

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We’re in Love, Aren’t We?

Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Pairing: 
Reader X Leonard McCoy.
Prompt:  For @trekken81’s Ed Sheeran Divide song challenge – Hearts Don’t Break Around Here.
Word Count: 1838
Warnings:
very minor injury.
Rating: All ages.
Genre: Fluff.
Summary: Leonard and reader go on a hike and figure out their feelings for one another.
Author’s Note: Beta’d by the lovely @starshiphufflebadger.  This was originally conceived of as a McKirk fic, but as the challenge was for a reader insert, that’s what it became.  I may still write this as McKirk one day, with a different premise.  Enjoy!


We’re in Love, Aren’t We?

Every night I’ll kiss you you’ll say in my ear
Oh we’re in love aren’t we?
Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby
I feel safe when you’re holding me near
Love the way that you conquer your fear
You know hearts don’t break around here


You groan at the ache in your thighs and buttocks as you plant one foot in front of the other on what Leonard promises is the last stretch of the hike on the way to the picnic site.  The hiking boots he had insisted you wear for the trip are rubbing you in exactly the wrong way and you can’t wait to just lie down somewhere.  You don’t even care whether it’s on the blanket you’ve brought along or on the bare earth beneath your feet, just as long as you’re horizontal, you’ll be happy.

“Almost there, sugar,” Leonard assures you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he falls into step with you from where he’d been bringing up the rear just in case you lost your balance on the sheer slope.

The way your muscles are screaming at you from the exertion makes you wonder why you had ever agreed to go hiking during your shore leave in the first place.  You’ve never been one for nature, and the whole idea lacked romance in your opinion, but Leonard had seemed so excited to bring you to one of his favorite places in the world that you just hadn’t been able to resist.  Instead, you’re now filing your current predicament away for use in the future, for any time he suggests anything crazy again and you find yourself being won over by those earnest eyes.

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p1ratew3nch  asked:

Poly Reaper76, Gabe and the S/O ganging up on Jack to get rid of that thing that died on his lip. (The mustache from the Daredevil skin.)

Poly Reaper76 fluff? Or fluff for Reaper and 76? (Let the old men be happy!)


It starts with Lena’s innocent observation that he and Genji are the only men she’s never seen with a beard. There’s silence as everyone in the room mentally divides the Overwatch agents into those with a beard and those without. And former Strike-Commander Morrison comes up as babyfaced as the man who without his mask is still occasionally asked for his ID when buying alcohol.

“It’s cause he can’t grow it.” Gabriel says, their most recent ally and all too happy to throw Jack under the bus. He’s still uncomfortable among the new agents, sticks to Jack and you for the most part and otherwise pretends he’s a lot more unaffected by teaming up with his former enemies than he really is.

“That’s a lie. He’s lying.” Jack looks around the room, willing everyone to accept his beard-growing skills. Tracer is doubtful, everyone else doesn’t even pretend to believe him.

“Babe, you’ve been shaving your smooth chin since our days in the SEP, you don’t fool me.”

Realising no one else will come to his aid, Jack turns to you.

“You believe me. Right?”

It’s a bit of an asshole-ish thing to do but instead of taking his side, you lean against Gabriel’s chair, tracing his beard with the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know. Seems strange you never grew one. No shame in it if you can’t …”

“There’s probably pills for that.” Gabriel throws in and cackles, tipping his head back to beg a kiss off you.

“Maybe some stimulating cream.” you add, grinning against his lips.

Jack huffs and leaves, finishing his grand retreat with an ominous “Just you wait.”

In hindsight that should have worried you more.

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Breaking the Rules (Hamliza Soulmate AU)

Eliza Schuyler had never been one for breaking rules.

She knew the way things were supposed to be. She knew how the world worked, the structures and paths that were all laid out for people to follow and she saw no sense in trying to go against all that. Of course, some people called the system restrictive. It did cause its problems. When one person’s world suddenly exploded into colour when the others stayed resolutely black and white. For two people on opposite sides of some divide or other, some imaginary line, to only find themselves staring at each other in full colour with just the brush of their wrists. When two people brushed up against each other in a train station, in a busy crowd on an apparently normal day, for one person’s world to suddenly tilt on its axis, for the black and white to jolt away only for them to turn around and find whoever had caused it just gone. Lost in the crowd. A person’s life could change at any moment, with no warning and no way out of it.

But those stories were few and far between. For most people the system worked fine. At some college party or maybe at your new workplace or maybe even the grocery store on some drizzly Saturday morning, a brush of skin and the black and white world you’d known since you first opened your eyes would slide away and that was it. Your soulmate. And your new life along with them. You introduced yourselves and made arrangements, simple as that. There was no awkward fumbling or uncertainty in most cases, just the knowledge that you and this person were meant to be together, in whatever capacity they saw fit. Love and marriage, in the majority. Unshakable friendship in others or a brotherhood stronger than anything, just a deep rooted, bone level bond between two people. It was security and safety and it couldn’t be denied, not with the evidence right there in front of you. Everyone knew that as soon as you made contact with your soulmate, then the black and white world became full of colour. Couples who had been together for years spoke fondly of the wonder that was colour, of being able to apply the simple concept of the word green to the leaves on the trees, of blue to the roiling sea, of red to the sky on a particularly beautiful evening. Of having abstract words become a gorgeous reality, all thanks to the one person who understood you and loved you in a way no one else could, thanks to finding your soulmate. From that very first touch.

Because those were the rules. First touch, a world of colour. Soulmates. Such a simple formula.

Eliza was more surprised than anyone to find that she was the one person who had broken the rules.

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anonymous asked:

Lol even the speaking in general terms of affection/endearment is a romantic trop:P Lots of couples you know are gonna eventually get together do it, and it's for the reasons you stated; feeling are dangerous and scary. But i agree, i struggled with why Cas was being mlnd-controlled yet again (running out of ideas, writers?) but i look at it now as just part of his character arc. Loss of agency, loss of sense of self, ties into his inner struggles arc. And it will take a lot this time.

Yeah, because he’s sort of been emotionally adrift since s9. He may not have chosen to tear out his grace and become human, but it happened to him anyway. He was tossed to earth without a safety net and circumstances conspired to make it a rather horrible experience.

But then the only way he could continue to be useful (and not end up dead at the hands of angels) was to steal grace and become an angel again, that was also NOT HIS CHOICE. He did what he had to do.

But ever since then he’s been sort of coasting along, sort of unable to reconcile what he’d experienced as a human with this sort of “not quite an angel, not quite a man” situation he’s been in ever since. Even after getting his own grace back, he’s still never felt like he was 100% restored to that state he’d been in before he lost his grace.

With his grace now sort of layered atop his human feelings, I think he’s felt torn. The grace may have given him access to his “original factory settings,” his original purpose and need to serve, to have a mission. But now he’s still got that full understanding of Free Will that he hadn’t lost when he took on that grace again.

It’s been a major conflict for him. He’s felt divided, still with that impulse of loyalty to Heaven, yet the more he’s become a true part of the Winchester family the more he really wants to be there. But he doesn’t really understand how, because the grace part of him is crossing his circuits, I think.

He’s still relating to them as a guardian angel, as a protector, and not someone they feel equally protective of.

And here’s where my other anon comes in to more plainly state what I’m trying to get at here:

Castiel’s deep need for faith, purpose and a clear mission is nothing new really. He has to have a cause to believe in, something to enable him to fight and survive. For the Winchesters to become true family for him he has to let go of them as an obligation, a mission, a cause. And that scares the crap out of him because he doesn’t know how else to love them, if he doesn’t bleed what use is he? I think Cas’ biggest hurdle isn’t TO love, but letting himself BE loved and all that comes with it.

Because that’s pretty concise. :D

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother but it happens that I have a friend who sees Supernatural an he says that Destiel will never be canon because Dean is too male chauvinist (this friend is not homophobic, he'd be okay with a gay couple) and that the whole show is male chauvinist too but I don't know how to argue it with him. I mean, I think that about the show too, but not so much about Dean Winchester. Maybe you could explain what you think about it?

Whoa, no bother at all - what are tumblr friends for if not proving RL friends wrong?

So, first - this has nothing to do with anything, but you woke my inner language monster, and now you’re going to suffer a paragraph of consequences, because chauvinism - now, that’s a word I haven’t heard in a long time. It’s a ‘70s thing, ins’t it? Male chauvinist pigs and all that. I know we used it back when I was desperate to be a Communist, and we comrade’d one another in a laudable effort to pretend the Berlin wall was still up and everyone was into LSD and free love and we actually had something to be angry about.

(Turns out the word comes from Chauvin, some officer guy in Napoleon’s army who was extremely patriotic, and that’s mostly what it means - how it came to mean “an attitude that the members of your own sex are always better than those of the opposite sex”, that’s something I wish I had the time to investigate.)

My second point is, why couldn’t someone be gay and chauvinist? Gay people are people, which means some of them are complete and utter dicks. I personally know at least two gay men who have horrific political opinions and are complete mcp despite being out and proud and sharing an apartment with a (male) partner and an assortment of cats, pianos and art books. I mean, in an ideal world, people who belong to a minority group should, like, avoid sympathizing for a majority group who’d have then hanged and quartered if at all possible, but sadly, this isn’t always the case. I still remember a thing that happened in Italy a few years back - a black guy who tried like nothing else to become a member of a Nazi ‘party’ and went all the way to court because they wouldn’t let him join. And he wasn’t doing it out of some cunning political design or anything - he actually held Nazi beliefs, but he’d apparently forgotten that, in the eyes of European Nazis, he was the ‘undesirable’ one. Whoops.

That said, I don’t see how the term applies to Dean at all. I mean, again - the definition of ‘male chauvinist’ goes as follow: “a male who patronizes, disparages, or otherwise denigrates females in the belief that they are inferior to males and thus deserving of less than equal treatment or benefit”. Now, I think I said before that when I started to watch the show, I didn’t particularly like Dean. He had this fuckboy aura, you know? The love ‘em and leave ‘em personality I just can’t stand in real men - and, well, I like to think even fictional men have to work very hard to be likeable when they’re like that. But even back then, I never thought of him as a male chauvinist. Sure, he was a bit of an idiot, but nothing more than that. Like, when he’s short and dismissive with women, that generally comes from a place of genuine concern - for instance, he didn’t want Haley to come with them to hunt the wendigo back in S02E01 because he knew she would get hurt, or worse, not because she was a girl. 

His default functioning mode is to lie to everybody, and his tactics involve, first and foremost, to maintain a safe distance from others. This normally translates into flirting and smiling, which come off as a bit assholish when he’s in a position of power, and as downright irritating when he’s not (for instance, think about how he is around police officers - the textbook definition of ‘little shit’). So there’s that, and okay. But when he’s around women who can take care of themselves, like Ellen or Jody, he never treats them any differently than he would men. I think he even discussed the thing out loud, maybe with Jo? How his main categorization there was hunter vs civilian, and not men vs women? I’m slightly feverish and out of focus right now, so I’d rather not check, but I’m sure there was something like that. And also: one of the things I like about him, and, incidentally, another argument to use against your friend, is that Dean never thinks less of a woman just because he’s slept with her. This, in my book, is the mark of a true misogynist - how they tend to divide the world between ‘bitches who won’t sleep with me’ and ‘sluts who’ll sleep with anybody, including me’. I’m currently locked in a vicious fight with a colleague of mine who’s exactly like that, and it’s truly amazing how he can both be pathetically grateful to this woman he’s seeing because, yay!, sex and companionship, while disparaging her every chance he’s got because, you know, that’s not how proper women should behave. And Dean - Dean’s not like that. The most glaring example is perhaps Lisa - how they had a weekend of dirty, dirty, dirty sex and yet when they see each other again, Dean’s not dismissive of her in any way. Just like he never says a word against Cassie, or those two hunters we know he’s slept with, because that’s just not who he is.

(This goes both ways, of course: when faced with a female opponent, Dean never underestimates her and never holds back.)

The thing is, I think your friend may be referring to performing!Dean, because, even though Dean’s not like that, the world he lives in - that’s a different story. Or, well, that’s what we believed until S11 went and shit rainbows all over our screens, because, man - turns out hunters just don’t care? That there are women who hunt alone and gay hunters who’re well-known and respected in the community and whoa, Dean got it so wrong all these years. And this, as many discussions here on tumblr have been pointing out for months, is the real game changer: not Dean’s feelings, per se, but what happens around him. Because if Dean had grown up in this world, and not his father’s - well, we don’t even have to imagine what kind of person he’d be today. We know.

aftgonice  asked:

for the ultimate ship meme, emimike for you too <3 :*

Excellent~  Thank you!! ♥
I had to do mine before I read yours XD

Emil Nekola and Michele Crispino
Yuri!!! on Ice

General:

  • Rate the Ship -  
    Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
  • How long will they last?
    • Until the end of time
  • How quickly did/will they fall in love?
    • Emil didn’t realize it, but he fell in love at first sight with Mickey (he just thought he was super cool!)
    • Michele took a bit longer, but once Emil gained his trust, it was inevitable.
  • How was their first kiss?

Wedding:

  • Who proposed?
  • Who is the best man/men?
    • Sara is Michele’s best man and matron of honor.
    • Emil’s little brother is his best man.
  • Who is the bride’s maid(s)?
    • Sara and Mila.
  • Who did the most planning?
    • Believe it or not, they had Chris and Phichit plan the whole thing for them (Mickey was starting to freak out with the amazing amount of options and why are there so many different types of flowers?!)
  • Who stressed the most?
    • Michele ‘I have no chill’ Crispino
  • How fancy was the ceremony? -
    Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. 
    • It rivaled Victor and Yuuri’s wedding (Chris and Phichit do good work)
  • Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?
    • No one. Everyone was welcome!

Sex:

  • Who is on top?
    • Although they switch it up, Mickey likes to let Emil take the lead.
  • Who is the one to instigate things?
    • Mickey does, with the sneakiest seduction possible, so it seems like it’s always Emil.
  • How healthy is their sex life?
    Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now
  • How kinky are they? -
    Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head
  • How long do they normally last?
    • Emil was embarrassed at how quickly things went the first few times, but his stamina has improved immensely.
    • Mickey can go for days. When he feels like it, he’ll wring Emil dry.
  • Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?
    • Mickey tends to be a bit more sensitive, but he always makes sure Emil is satisfied.
    • Emil has a checklist he keeps in a notebook in their bedside drawer. He has to make sure Mickey has more tallies than he does. It’s his goal.
  • How rough are they in bed? -
    Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.
  • How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -
    No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.
  • For examples, see here and here (NSFW)

Children:

  • How many children will they have naturally?
    • 0 (it’s rather physically impossible)
  • How many children will they adopt?
    • One child
    • Emil wanted a big family, but with all the paperwork and red tape they had to go through to get their first, they realized that dream might not come true for him.
    • So, Mickey spoils him by letting him get their child lots of pets.
  • Who gets stuck with the most diapers?
    • Emil when they’re out
    • Mickey when they’re at home
  • Who is the stricter parent?
    • Mickey
    • Emil spoils them rotten
  • Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?
    • Mickey, again.
    • Certainly not Emil ‘Extreme sports are my life’ Nekola
  • Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?
    • Mickey, but with Emil’s home cooked meals
  • Who is the more loved parent?
    • Their child loves them equally (what is this?)
  • Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?
    • Mickey is President of the PTA.
  • Who cried the most at graduation?
    • They both did (Emil openly and Michele sniffling quietly until he finally broke down)
  • Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?
    • Emil - “Let’s just keep this one from Papà, shall we?”

Cooking:

  • Who does the most cooking?
    • Emil
    • Mickey could burn water.
  • Who is the most picky in their food choice?
    • Mickey (always, but he eats everything Emil makes)
  • Who does the grocery shopping?
    • Mickey, but he takes the list of ingredients Emil gives him.
  • How often do they bake desserts?
  • Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?
    • Both. Meat first, salad after.
  • Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?
    • Emil absolutely enjoys surprising Mickey with grand gestures.
    • So, it takes him by complete surprise when Mickey plans them a romantic evening two weeks before their actual anniversary (it was the only way he wouldn’t suspect!)
  • Who is more likely to suggest going out?
    • Mickey likes wining and dining, so he often asks, if only to give Emil a night off from cooking.
  • Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking?
    • Mickey, for sure.

Chores:

  • Who cleans the room?
    • Mickey, since he can’t help in the kitchen.
  • Who is really against chores?
    • Neither. They divide the work evenly.
  • Who cleans up after the pets?
    • Emil.
    • “You’re the one who wanted an ostrich!”
  • Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?
    • Emil
  • Who stresses the most when guests are coming over?
    • Mickey (please)
  • Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?
    • Emil, but only because Mickey found it earlier and left it there for him to come across, since he knows the other man loves finding ‘buried treasure’ in their home.

Misc:

  • Who takes the longer showers/baths?
    • Mickey
    • Though Emil loves his collection of bath bombs.
  • Who takes the dog out for a walk?
    • Emil, mostly. 
    • But Mickey will take them out when he goes for a run.
  • How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?
    • Every. Holiday. Gets. The. House. A. Full. Makeover.
  • What are their goals for the relationship?
    • To live happily ever after.
  • Who is most likely to sleep till noon?
    • Either, depending on what they were up to the night before *eyebrow waggle*
  • Who plays the most pranks?
    • Emil, please, omg. Just. Emil.

Thanks again for asking about this fabulous pair!! ♥

New Desires // Choi Youngjae

Pairing: Youngjae x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary; Youngjae decides to take more of a dominant role over you in the bedroom for the first time~

A/N: Please note that this scenario includes mature content and mentions of Dominant and Submissive Sex, Dirty Talking, Over-Stimulation, Pulling out.

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Last month, the fashion designer Tory Burch launched an ad campaign called “Embrace Ambition.” It features black-and-white photos of celebrities wearing various slogan-brandishing T-shirts: Mindy Kaling wears “BOLD,” Kate Bosworth wears “STRONG,” Burch herself wears “AMBITIOUS.” This last T-shirt can be purchased on the Tory Burch Web site for sixty-eight dollars. For the thriftier shopper, there are thirty-dollar bracelets, which come on a placard saying “#EMBRACEAMBITION” and “JOIN THE MOVEMENT.” Proceeds from this merchandise are directed toward the Tory Burch Foundation, which helps support women entrepreneurs. (It administers a small fellows program and connects women to business education and affordable loans.) A New York Times piece about the “Embrace Ambition” campaign calls it a “public service announcement” aiming to reclaim what has become a dirty word.

Burch aims to be apolitical: she told the Times that she wants her campaign to be something that “unites, rather than divides” the country and pointedly noted that she has “lots of Republican friends.” Which is partly why the campaign feels so beside the point. Women’s ambition is still structurally hampered, as it always has been in this country, by failures of policy—the absence of paid family leave and decent worker protections, for instance. (To this effect, the Tory Burch Foundation did publish an interview with Lilly Ledbetter on Equal Pay Day.) But in much of American popular culture women’s ambition is now encouraged at a fever pitch. Ads frequently show images of frighteningly ambitious women: a recent Equinox campaign showed a model sitting in a restaurant, wearing expensive formalwear and breastfeeding twins. It is standard practice for mainstream women’s publications to celebrate any woman who has achieved any degree of wealth or prominence, regardless of what that success might be or mean. On the Tory Burch Foundation’s Instagram account, you’ll find dozens of celebrities promoting #EmbraceAmbition as if it were a clean-water initiative. Ambition, for women, has been marketed as a mandate, and the model of ambition that’s most commonly marketed tends to resemble Ivanka Trump—the superficially appealing woman who can pay to have it all.

A new anthology of essays about women and ambition, “Double Bind,” edited by the fiction and memoir writer Robin Romm, tries to embrace the concept in a more substantive way. In her introduction, Romm, who is in her early forties, writes about her sense, as a young woman, that “striving and achieving had to be approached delicately or you risked the negative judgment of others.” She felt a pull between the hardness of her ambition and the softness of her socialization, and calls this “the double bind of the gender, success paired eternally with scrutiny and retreat.”

Romm notes that many contributors to “Double Bind”—a group that includes Molly Ringwald, Ayana Mathis, Roxane Gay, Francine Prose, and Lan Samantha Chang—found this project difficult. Ambition “felt connected to deeply private impulses and actions that made them too vulnerable,” Romm writes. It seems, too, that, as an abstract idea, ambition is just fiendishly complicated to write about. It is at once deeply idiosyncratic and indicative of larger cultural forces; in many of the essays, the writers seem to be inwardly thrashing against the idea that they could generate meaningful insights on the subject. Work at what matters to you, the essays say. Prepare for thrills and compromises, particularly involving children. Consider my doubts about my own achievements. Strive for an ending of rueful hope.

Reading one crackling, cheerless narrative after another, I started to feel that there was another—and possibly trickier—conflict at work. Ambition will always be complicated for women, and not just because of external impediments: it is an imperfect drive, enacted in imperfect circumstances, that inevitably leads to imperfect things. The more compelling essays in “Double Bind” address this head on. Elizabeth Corey, a political-science professor at Baylor, cautions against the extreme focus on success and productivity that one sees applied to both work and motherhood. “We simply cannot approach marriage and family in the spirit of achievement at all,” she writes. The novelist Claire Vaye Watkins writes about a trip back to her home town, Pahrump, Nevada, where being on “free lunch means you’re a scrounge, but reduced lunch means you’re regular.” Only two kinds of people make it out of there, she explains: “kids gunning for something and kids running away.” When Watkins meets a promising young student, she wants to both help her and caution her. Watkins was a runner, and she’s melancholically aware of the dislocations that her ambition has caused.

In a spirited, cutting essay called “Snarling Girl,” the novelist Elisa Albert reorients the entire premise of “Double Bind.” “Maybe my great ambition, such as it is, is to refrain from engagement with systems that purport to tell me what I’m worth compared to anyone else,” she writes. She adds, “What I would like to say is Lean In my hairy Jewish ass.” Albert spells out the foolishness of trying to generalize about ambition: the desire to be a first-generation college student isn’t easily comparable to the desire to shatter a glass ceiling or own a luxury car or write a work of genius. “Our contexts are not the same, our struggles are not the same, and so our rebellions and complacencies and conformities and compromises cannot be compared.” To Albert, ambition is a quality that arises organically from both vanity and a genuine wish to do good work; it’s also something she regards as alien and horrific. “So you got what you wanted and now you want something else,” she writes. “You probably worked really hard; I salute you… . But if you have ever spent any time around seriously ambitious people, you know that they are very often some of the unhappiest crazies alive, forever rooting around for more, having a hard time breathing and eating and sleeping, forever trying to cover some hysterical imagined nakedness.” Albert’s essay is easily the most ambitious in the collection.

There’s an infantilizing undertone that is often present in the discussions of women’s ambition happening right now. On the Web site for the Tory Burch Foundation, you’ll find an ambition pledge (“I will: Embrace ambition. Proudly articulate my ambition. Not hide it”) and an “Ambition Guidebook,” which encourages you to “gather your favorite pen, pencil, colored pencils or markers.” Within that guidebook, there’s a box for writing down ten things you love about yourself, and another box in which you can “draw or write your dreams.”

Another prominent symbol of female ambition put forward this year is a statue of an elementary-school student: the bronze “Fearless Girl” staring down the famous bull on Wall Street. The statue was conceived by an advertising agency for an investment firm whose twenty-eight-person leadership team contains five women; according to the sculptor, Kristen Visbal, the statue “reminds us today’s working woman is here to stay.” It’s dismaying, and revealing, that this message is most easily conveyed through a figure of a girl—her skirt and ponytail blown back in the breeze, cheerfully unaware of the strained, exhausted, overdetermined future that awaits her.

anonymous asked:

Do you think God is against feminism? I just keep seeing, over and over, all these fellow girls who say "I'm not a feminist, I just believe men and women are equal! :)" and honestly, that's the DEFINITION of feminism. I myself identify as feminist; I may not agree with everything about the movement (i.e. pro-choice) but I still call myself a feminist nonetheless. Does God want me to not be so?

Hi friend,

My Oxford English Dictionary defines feminism as: n. a movement supporting women’s rights on the grounds of equality of the sexes.

There is no way I can or will speak for God, but I can tell you what the Bible says on this topic:

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. - Galatians 3:28

This question is incredibly hard for me because, while I’ve always called myself a feminist, feminism is kind of becoming something else lately… I know so many women who call themselves feminists but who are not about equality. They’re about putting men down, bashing them, etc., and I am not about that life. I do know that, like Galatians 3:28 reads, we are all one in Christ Jesus, I do know that God created male and female alike in His image, and I do know that Jesus commands us to love one another. So, yes, I support women’s rights, I support men’s rights, I support human rights, but I’m not sure what to make of what feminism is becoming. 

In researching after reading your ask, I came across this article, and I think the last paragraph is pretty much spot on: 

The last decades have seen the rise of a society that is so concerned with political correctness and so sensitive to being “offended” that civility has lost its way. However, this is really nothing new, for there has always been inequality in the world. It is sad but true that artificial barriers have always divided humanity—barriers that have no basis in God’s Word. It is sin in the heart that causes inequality. It is sin that causes men to treat women in ways that are meant to demean or objectify them. And it is sin that seeks counterfeit solutions to counteract these inequalities. The only true cure for inequality is obedience to God’s Word. If men and women would walk in obedience to God’s Word, radical feminism would be seen for what it is, and the harmony that God has ordained between men and women would result.

Another verse I keep going to (and one mentioned in the article I linked to above) is 1 John 2:16:

For all that is in the world–the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride of life–is not from the Father but is from the world.

While human desires are part of God’s creation, they are evil when they are expressed in ways for which God did not create them. So I’m not sure. This desire to be equal: is that a desire God created? It would seem not, as He created us equal. Maybe feminism is from the world, and we shouldn’t be partaking? I’m really not sure, friend. It makes sense that we want equality, but the reason we do not have it is because humans are flawed, and because of sin. 

If any of my other followers have anything to add, please do. 

All my love,

S. 

halloweek; day four

It Felt Like You

Clarke pines for her best friend. Bellamy kisses a stranger at a party. The two things are not entirely unrelated.

based on prompt: ‘we’re in costume and i know exactly who you are but pretend i don’t so i have an excuse to make out with you just once.’ for anonymous

written by: Lexi / @goldenheadfreckledheart
edit by: M / @ahmren
word count: 4295

“Remind me why you’re not going, again?” Bellamy groans, head tipping back over the arm of Clarke’s sofa.

She walks past him on her way to the kitchen and flicks a finger softly against the crease above his brow. He scowls halfheartedly at her, but doesn’t move from his position on the couch.

She does not, notably, run a hand through his hair where it’s fallen back from his forehead. Doesn’t even want to. She definitely doesn’t have to deny that compulsion.

“I told you,” she says. “The hospital’s doing Halloween a day early this year so that on actual Halloween people with actual lives,” she gestures grandly to herself and Bellamy scoffs, earning himself another flick, “can hang out with their actual friends.”

He does perk up a little at that. “We’re still marathoning old scary movies, right?”

She grins. “Absolutely.” It’s their best tradition, as far as she’s concerned. Which is completely unrelated to the fact that it gives her an excuse to snuggle up next to him under the pretense of fear.

“It would be a lot easier to be upset with you if you didn’t have such a noble reason,” Bellamy concedes after a moment, looking up at her from the couch, his eyes rolled comically high toward his brow to look at her.

“It’s almost like I went into pediatrics just to spite you.”

“That’s what I’m saying, yeah.”

“Hey, you’re the one who agreed to Raven’s party, not me.”

“I figured you’d be going!” he says, finally sitting up to more properly pout at her. “I wouldn’t have agreed to go to a party alone.”

“Alone,” she deadpans. “At a party with all of our friends.”

“You know what I mean,” he says offhandedly. “You won’t be there.”

A reflexive twitch runs down her fingertips.

She does know what he means, and it makes her heart ache and soar simultaneously. They are, for lack of a better term, each other’s person. And though they do have the same group of friends, it’s also true that, when that group gets divided up, it’s rare that it’s not her and Bellamy wandering through museum alcoves, exploring the furthest shelves in the back of a dim bookstore far past the time they were supposed to rendezvous with the group. They’re inseparable. He’s her best friend.

She’s also in love with him, which is definitely only a perk in rom coms, as she’s come to realized over the last couple years. Because though the fluffy movies get the underlying feeling of bubbly warmth right, they don’t tend to cover the part where the best friend doesn’t feel the same way.

Which isn’t to say that she’s just hanging around Bellamy because she likes the pain of it. His friendship is her most valuable possession, and she knows he loves her, in some sense of the word.

She knows this because he’s Bellamy and everything he does for the people he cares about drips with affection. But she knows it more specifically because of one night in particular.

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The Hogwarts House Matrix

So this entire post arose from a conversation I was having with a friend of mine. As we are wont to do, we were discussing Harry Potter and sorting various acquaintances of ours into each of the four Houses when my friend confessed she wasn’t sure of the House to which she belonged. I said, “Gryffindor” without a second thought.

But my friend was unsure. Pottermore had sorted her into Ravenclaw, not to mention her sister and one of her best friends (both staunch Gryffindors) also told her she was Ravenclaw. She herself thought she might be Hufflepuff. However, as the Ravenclaw-est of Ravenclaws, I felt obligated to correct her. I tried explaining my theory of the different value axes and alignments over Gchat, but decided visual aids were probably going to be more helpful.

Hence the Hogwarts House Matrix.

I’ve divided these traits into primary alignments and supporting characteristics

To explain the alignments (in declining order of weight):

Governed by morality vs. ethics: Ruled by a sense of Right and Wrong vs. Correct and Incorrect.

Externally vs. internally validated: Derives a sense of satisfaction from achievements and praise vs. personal accomplishments.

Socially vs. individually orientated: Effects and is affected by social situations and peers vs. is unaffected by others’ opinions.

The supporting characteristics are as follows:

Reactive vs. proactive action: How one responds to external stimuli.

Subjective experience vs. objective reality: How one believes the world should be judged.

Driven by passion vs. guided by reason: The raison d’être for doing.

Really, in my opinion, you can generally figure out which House you’re in by answering two questions:

1. Are you governed by morality or ethics?

2. Do you derive satisfaction from internal or external validation?

Answering those two questions gives you a pretty good picture of what I’ve defined as the core value of each House:

Gryffindor = morality + external validation = Justice

Hufflepuff = morality + internal validation = Fairness

Slytherin = ethics + external validation = Success

Ravenclaw = ethics + internal validation = Knowledge

The characteristics of Bravery, Hard Work, Ambition, and Cleverness are external manifestations of the core values. You must be brave to seek justice, you must work hard to be fair, you must be ambitious to find success, and you be clever to gain knowledge.

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I will preface this one by saying that I am mad ill - like, ugly sick, weird fever, unexplained contextual bends in my reference sphere - and so I thought what better time (and also gotta keep busy or death will claim me, 100 percent) to tackle the episode with the Metaphor of the Three Candles, which is a staunch, businesslike metaphor and will probably keep me nailed down as my head (two? three sizes larger than usual?) bobs about the corners of the room.

So: things may be shaky.

We begin with the camera cutting straight from a close-up of Wakaba’s onion dome to an exterior shot of Utena gazing wistfully out the window, which slowly pans in, giving the impression that Utena is eavesdropping on Wakaba’s conversation from a completely separate building, but, y'know, everyone makes mistakes.  Why read into it?   I mean you could say that it serves to underscore the way that Utena cannot usefully take on board Wakaba’s common-sense advice to Prince Onion - that a fundamental schism has taken place [see episode 20, faithful fans] and that Wakaba is no longer able to save her from the attentions of predatory dudes, having demonstrated herself to be entrenched in a culture that enables them.  But it’s probably just clumsy editing.

All this talk of first kisses has Utena thinking about her prince, which means it’s time for the cock tower to loom out at us once again.  We find that Akio has baked a cake.

It’s even rarer to find a guy who can bake a metaphor.  This all has the feeling of sympathetic magic about it - maybe the dude has learned a few tricks from his witch sister.

Utena fawns over Akio’s cake-making skills.  Wakaba arrives and repeats Utena’s fawning word for word.  Utena successfully identifies this as flirtation when Wakaba is doing it, but doesn’t make the connection to her own behavior. Then she looks at Akio and makes this face:

And then her eyes stray down to Anthy and her face changes.

She knows, on some level, at this point.  Doesn’t she?  That’s guilt, isn’t it?
The candles gutter in the wind.

Then, inverting the Friendship Between Girls tarot card, Wakaba tells Utena that if she doesn’t lighten up, she’ll never fall in love.

A smash cut to the sacrificial authority figure from Episode 1 underscores that Wakaba is currently doing the work of the female wing of the patriarchy, the collaborationist Stasi of this divided state, who strive to keep everyone behind the Dudely Curtain at all times.   The guidance counselor tells Utena that she needs to be more feminine, because going through life in drag on the battlefield is no way to be.   Utena risks never developing into a functional member of this society if she persists in ignoring her role.  The representative of genuine power present here puts this another way.

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Arrival

It is official. Denis Villeneuve is my favorite working director. This could change, but my Lord is Arrival brilliant. Incendies, Prisoners, Enemy, Sicario, and now Arrival are all some of the best films of this decade - no, century - and each has an indelible respect for the audience. It trusts that we will follow along as Villeneuve spins a web that, though it may not make sense initially, will craft a gorgeous vignette of some element of existence. Arrival is most certainly a part of this collection now and is one of the best science fiction films in a while with stunning visuals, chill-inducing brilliance, and incredible performances.

Admittedly, however, Arrival missed the mark for the first half or so. It seemed so different. So unique. Nothing truly made sense from the opening with this daughter that seems out of place for the film I expected to receive, plus the weird narration scene by Ian Donnelly (Jeremy Renner). It just seemed so haphazardly put together that it seemed wholly indigestible. However, after this halfway point, the film is pure brilliance. Even better, it opens up the world of the first half to the point that you realize that - even if the narration is still a moment that I cannot wrap my head around - everything else adds up. In this second half, Arrival soars with the grace and beauty previously only experienced by eagles.

A confusing, nonlinear film, Arrival follows Louise Banks (Amy Adams), the country’s best linguist in the aftermath of the arrival of extraterrestrials. In the interest of determining their purpose, Louise is tasked with cracking the code of the heptapods (the aliens). What transpires is film that can often mirror Dances with Wolves in its respect for language (Close Encounters of the Third Kind as well to a degree for this) and Contact for its similarities regarding the military and its approach to, again, language. In many respects, Arrival is a science fiction film, but it is also a film about destiny, free-will, and the beauty of language.

Through language, worlds open up. One can weave a beautiful sentence that can move readers to tears. Others can craft a speech that sways people to believe one thing or the other. Language allows people to express feelings, emotions, thoughts, or simply converse with others. Language, as discussed in the film, is the foundation of a civilization. In many ways, it is the foundation of humanity. Arrival delves into this sheer beauty of language throughout the picture. Villeneuve brilliantly allows this elegance to take centerstage with long drawn out sequences of nothing but communication between Louise and the heptapods.

Yet, the film hardly stops there. Through showing the possibilities the language of the heptapods can reveal, Arrival hits a peak. Once we learn that the heptapods language allows the speaker to see the future, Arrival’s philosophical explorations really take hold. This is the part where many will be lost and why I am skeptical as to film’s acceptance amongst general audiences. However, the film’s nonlinear storytelling is incredibly revealing and really works. Through the nonlinear storytelling, we know the end of Louise’s story. We do not know that we know this, but by the end, it is clear what her future is. Louise knows it and though she keeps it to herself in the present, we know the future is something that is simulatenously her past. It is already a part of her and one she cannot escape. However, it is clear she does not wish to escape her future. It is one filled with challenges, but filled with equal joy and love. Films have previously discussed the concepts of free-will and destiny (hell, Oedipus did this in the BC’s) and yet, Arrival brings a warmth to the discussion. Though Louise may know her future, she chooses to head into it with no hesitation. Yes, it will bring her unspeakable pain and tragedy, but it will also bring sheer ecstasy. For Louise and many others, this is more than acceptable. However, Arrival does not hesitate to ask: If you know your future, would you try to change it? This is certainly a fallacy, as I believe Arrival showcases. The heptapods knew Louise’s future. How? Because it already happened. There is no time, there is no free-will, there is only destiny. For the world of Arrival, the possibilities of the world are not endless. You are on a path and destined to complete this path.

Arrival often mirrors the language it discusses, not just the heptapods’ language, though. Language, as Louise states frequently, can be messy and confusing. Yet, it opens doors to the world that were previously locked tight. This is very similar to the film as a whole, as it is a complex puzzle and my initial hesitation to the film’s world was because I only received small pieces of a large puzzle. Once they started fitting together and the image became clearer, the film became a truly awe-inspiring, striking, and beautiful experience.

Given the current state of the country, Arrival is decidedly a film for the moment. At a time when we are most divided, we must unite and work together if we are to truly succeed. Not just in America, but globally. We live in a global world and things do not occur in a vacuum. Rather, they leave an indelible mark on the world and people that surround us. Through his work of art, Villeneuve calls for the world to become one unit and work together to solve the problems before us. Here, it is the the arrival of extraterrestrials. In the real world, it is the environment, racism, intolerance, and violence. This is what makes the film’s climax - Louise calling General Shang (Tzi Ma) in China - so poignant. The film leaves it in Mandarin with no translation, but per the screenwriter, it translates to, “War does not make winners, only Widows”. For the film, this causes the General to back down from attacking the aliens. For ours, it is a call for union. To lay down your arms, your bombs, your hate, your anger, and your contempt for one another. It is a call to realize that this violence solves nothing, it solely creates the same concoction of emotions that led to it originally.

Arrival is one of the most poignant films of the year and yet another truly brilliant addition to Denis Villeneuve’s filmography. If somebody else’s works since 2010 matches his level of output, I would love for somebody to tell me who they are so I can immediately sit down and watch their films.