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Medical Ninjutsu

If only kishi gave medical ninjutsu more emphasis and development. Medical ninjas will sure be deadly in combat. I mean, they know where to push the right buttons. They can easily put someone in coma, paralysis, sleep or even death if they hit the right nerves. A creative fighting strategy. Total bad ass.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about how most TBS readers are female? Are you concerned about the lack of male readers, or indifferent? Would you write differently to attract a male audience? And do you know why TBS has attracted such a female majority?

This questions taps into many veins of frustration I have with society at large. It’s a big issue, so I’m not going to be able to answer it very well in one ask, but I’ll try and summarise. 

I should begin by saying that I do have male readers and have been reviewed favourably by men, and I don’t have statistics on whether more men or women are buying my books. From the demographic at my events, however, I think it would be fair to assume that more of my readers identify and/or present as female. And I think this is probably true of most authors. Studies have concluded that women read more than men and are more active in the literary world, e.g. book clubs and libraries. 

Personally, I don’t think the scarcity of men in the audience at my events has all that much to do with what I’m writing. Firstly, I think it’s simply because women read more than men. 

Second, I think it’s because I myself am a woman.   

Joanne Harris often talks at events about men who have come up to her and happily proclaimed that they don’t read books by women. That they’ve cut themselves off from a wealth of literature just because the author presents as female. I’ve heard stories like this from many a female author. Some men Just Don’t Read Books by Women. And they are apparently proud to declare this to the world. Shannon Hale has also spoken out about the fact that schools have stopped boys from coming to her events and only sent their female pupils. 

The problem begins at an early stage. Frustrated booksellers try to get books about girls into the hands of boys, but find themselves stopped by the parents, who clearly live in terror that their kid is going to grow up gay (which they would hate) and/or bullied if he touches a Girl Book. Like femininity is some sort of contagious disease. 

Society tells men and boys that it isn’t cool to read books by and about women and girls. The same doesn’t apply to books about boys. Girls loved Harry Potter, but the world didn’t judge them for it. Because it’s okay for girls to empathise with boys, but not the other way around. This is a symptom of the deep-rooted misogyny bubbling away beneath the polite face of society, and it plays into why I have such a fervent dislike of the Strong Female Character archetype. She’s praised because she displays traditionally masculine forms of strength.

I want men to feel comfortable reading my books. I want everyone to feel comfortable reading my books. But even if I did change what I wrote in the hope of attracting more men to my work – which I wouldn’t – I doubt it would have any significant impact on the demographic of my audience. Women are happy to show up to my book events and buy my books because they don’t think it’s uncool to read books by and about other women. Until society changes its attitude, many men – especially young men who are afraid of judgement from their peers – won’t feel comfortable doing the same. Hence why female authors are still using androgynous pseudonyms to this day. And why men still feel comfortable declaring to women that they don’t read books by women. 

(Side note: It will be interesting to see if The Priory of the Orange Tree attracts more male readers than The Bone Season, as it has two male POV characters. My suspicion is that it won’t, and that my audience at events will remain pretty much the same.)

I’m not going to change what I write to attract men – not only because I love my existing audience, and I don’t think there’s any reason to shy away from the fact that my work is enjoyed mostly by women, but because I’m not going to tailor my creative output to pander to a toxic system. I don’t think this particular issue begins with creators. It begins the first time a little boy is told to put down that copy of The Princess Diaries, because that book isn’t for him. 

I feel like this is a well known headcanon but Caitlin Farmer is majoring in marine biology and is the coolest fucker anyone on SMH team has ever met. Also a bit of chowder because you know they’re soulmates.

  • She went on one of those sleepovers that aquariums do for little kids when she was like seven and fell in love with the ocean.
  • she put her sleeping bag under the shark tunnel and didn’t sleep all night because she just wanted to be friends with them whenver they swam past.
  • she’s been to an aquarium in every city she’s been to.
  • some people’s first port of call in new cities are nice restaurants or art galleries. cait’s are aquairums
  • she only goes to ones that respect their animals and care for them, with programs to rehabilitate sea animals and release them

(i got real excited so this got long the rest is under the cut!)

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cross-the-oceans-in-my-mind  asked:

Hey, it's me from the band question thingy, haha. Thanks to your advice, I've been able to write situations like practices or performances less awkwardly now. However, something that gets to me is describing what's going on with the instruments and such. Like guitars, drums, bass and such. Could you give some advice on describing their sounds and movements?

Hey again, love!  I’m very happy that advice helped you :D  After I wrote it, I was all nervous about it because I wasn’t sure if it was the direction you wanted.  But I’m glad it worked!

This is a pretty broad question, because every instrument is different and it really depends on how deep you want to go into it.  You can get away with basic information, or you can really get into the specifics of a few instruments.  I’ll just cover the basics of the instruments you mentioned: guitar, bass, and drums.


Describing Musical Instruments

So I’m gonna describe each instrument with a little information on the instrument itself, its contribution to the overall sound, some common terminology, and the roles of each player in the band dynamic.  Sorry if it gets a little lengthy – I’ll try my best to condense a lot of information!


Guitar – Electric and Acoustic

The guitar is often considered the “leading” instrument as its sound is most distinctive, and can function similarly to vocals in a song.  It is played by using the dominant hand to pluck the strings, and the non-dominant hand to make chords by pressing down certain strings along certain frets.  Common gear includes:

Acoustic Guitars: Guitar, electric tuner, capo, mic (onstage), string cleaner, picks, guitar case, shoulder strap

Electric Guitars: Guitar, electric tuner, capo, guitar cable, amp, amp cabinet, effects pedals (+ pedalboard for multiple pedals), string cleaner, guitar case, shoulder strap

There’s two types of playing: chord strumming and melody picking.  Melody picking involves picking out a melody one or two strings at a time; chord strumming involves using all the strings, silencing some strings, fretting (pressing down) some strings, and leaving some strings open (not pressed).

Chords are named A through G, referring to which note is the “top note” of the chord – plus different variations of these chords, which are known as major, minor, sharp, flat, suspended, diminished, and a few more.  The minor key is known for creating a more serious, somber feeling, while major is stereotypically cheery or positive.

While experienced musicians can often pick up a song by listening to it, most guitarists play using a chord sheet, which lists out chords on top of the corresponding lyrics.  Here’s an example:

So this is what guitarists will be looking at during practice, as well as listening to the drummer to maintain rhythm.  Throughout a song, the guitarist may give an opening “riff” or line of music unique to their instrument – they then strum throughout the song, usually shining most between verses and in the stereotypical guitar solo during the bridge of a song.  Many guitarists tap their foot or bob their head while strumming.  They’ll likely carry extra guitar picks in their pocket if they do (and they often do) drop a pick in the middle of a song.  At the end of practice, they’ll unplug, clean the sweat off their strings, and pack up.

Guitarists often double as singers, mainly because vocals and guitar both require a musical ear.  A guitarist needs a good sense of tone and rhythm, as well as good hand-eye coordination.  They’ll also need a certain amount of money to afford any of the aforementioned gear – for a decent guitar, amp, a couple pedals, and the works, the total price can start around $800 dollars.  And that’s not including extra stuff like new pickups, effects pedals, and a pedalboard!

For further reference, here’s a glossary of guitar terminology, as well as a more extensive guitar dictionary.


Bass Guitar

Bass guitar is considered one of the easiest instruments to learn, as it deals in mainly single-string plucking, making for less clumsy playing.  It’s considered a supplement to the sound as it’s not often identified (or even noticed) by the casual listener – mainly because it’s so low that it creates less of a noticeable sound and more of a feeling.  That feeling is what inspires the “party type” listener to turn up the bass, as it gives a satisfying vibration when the volume is turned up.

Bass interacts with the guitar as it typically plays one of the notes out of the guitar’s chord, at a much lower octave.  The bass line functions in two ways: as part of the rhythm section, and as harmony to the rest of the music.  Bass creates a “full” feeling to music which often goes unappreciated.

During a song, the bassist usually begins with the drums, as they work together to keep rhythm (see: slapping).  Bass can be as simple as hitting a note and letting it ring throughout each measure, or much more active with rapid picking and complicated bass lines.

The gear for a bass guitar is similar to that of an electric guitar – bass guitar, electric tuner, amp, amp cabinet, effects pedals, string cleaner, case, & shoulder strap.  Some bassists use picks; some use their fingers; some interchange depending on the song and the desired sound.  The overall price of a bass rig can vary depending on experience, but is typically a bit lower than the typical price of an intermediate guitar rig.  Think $600 and up.

Here’s a list of common bass terminology.


Drums – Electronic and Acoustic

Drums, both electronic and acoustic, are the backbone of music.  They require the most natural skill of any instrument, as a strong sense of rhythm can’t just be learned.  Drums are one of the only instruments that don’t involve notes and melody – some drummers are completely tone deaf!

Drummers can be quite removed, mentally, from the rest of the music for many reasons: because their instrument is very loud and overpowering to their ear; because they work mainly as a rhythmic leader, while others cue off them; and because the nature of their instrument is so different from others.

The main differences between electronic and acoustic drums are volume (acoustic drums are naturally louder), sound (electric drums can be set to have many different sounds/effects), and transportation (electric drums require sound gear, while acoustic drums are clumsier and more difficult to move). As far as gear goes:

Acoustic Drums: stool, five drums, four cymbals, bass drum pedal, drumsticks, drum stands, drum tuner, mutes, drum key wrench, drum rug

Electronic Drums: stool, five (smaller) drums, four cymbals, bass drum pedal, drumsticks, collapsible drum stands, sound cable, amp, drum rug

While acoustic drumsets are physically bigger and require more parts, they cost less than electronic drumsets.  Acoustic sets + gear come in at an average $800, while electronic sets + sound gear are more like $1000.  

A drummer doesn’t follow a chord sheet, which gives them more autonomy throughout the song.  But it also means they’ll need more direction/practice if they don’t know the song.  Throughout practice, a drummer usually counts off the song (by clacking their drumsticks) and plays from beginning to end.  There are times when the guitar begins the song, and the drummer hits the bass drum rhythmically until they come in.  A drummer’s equivalent of a “riff” is called a “fill”, and it usually occurs during the transition between measures or verses, rather than taking up full measures like a guitar riff.

Here’s a list of common drumming terminology.


That’s the best I can give you in one post, but if you want more in-depth information on one instrument, be sure to send another ask and I’ll help you out!  I grew up with all this information, so I might as well do something with it.

Thanks again for asking, and for your patience :)  Good luck!

- Mod Joanna ♥️


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask us!

Baby Blues.

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Baby Jungkook

Y/N - Mother

Jimin - Father

Request -

Based on your last piece trust issues can you do an angst about when y/n found out she was pregnant and she was worried about jimin’s reaction?

Summary - You had felt sick for the past 2 weeks, in panic you bought a pregnancy test, you find out that its positive but you’re worried about Jimins reaction towards the surprise.

credit to @minjinbiased for giving me the title name ^-^




“Jimin be quiet..” You whispered, a small moan escaping your lips as Jimin started to speed up, a breathless chuckle coming from him. You pressed your hands against his chest as he pushed himself in and out of you, your foreheads pressed together as you both kissed passionately, the small pecks turning into a hot mess.

You squirmed as you started to reach your climax, clawing at his back you moaned his name against his lips as you orgasmed, your juices spilled out of you, along with a series of whines and groans.

Jimin bit his lip as started to slow down, his seed spilling inside of you, filling you up.

You gasped at the feeling of his juices inside of you, you grinned, pressing a finger to his lips. “Sh..” You raised an eyebrow, lifting your head to kiss him once more.

He rolled his eyes, rolling off you and laying beside you, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist.


“Y/N..?” Jimins voice croaked out, breaking the ‘after sex’ silence.

“Mhm..” You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, tiredly.

“You know I love you right?” He kissed the top of your head, sighing happily at the sight he saw beside him.

You, your naked body arched in your usual sleeping position, the way your fingers curled and un-curled as you started to drift off. Your mouth slightly open as you inhaled and exhaled the air.

He smiled, you looked blissful, beautiful. You closed your eyes, nodding. Jimin laughed quietly, shaking his head as he closed his eyes too, drifting away into a new dream.



                                                        2 Weeks

“JUNGKOOK.” You shouted from the kitchen, staring wide eyed at the pile of flour and peanut butter that wallpapered the floor. You heard the steady, cautious steps of your son, his head poked through the door frame, afraid to walk in just yet.

His eyes widened as he saw what you pointing at, holding his hands up, jungkook shook his head, “Wasn’t me.”

“Yah! What have I told you about lying?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing a towel from the side to clean up the mess.

Jungkook stayed silent, looking down at his converse, a pout forming on his face. You frowned, pulling him in to a hug.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you, but you shouldn’t just leave it. Tell me and i’ll fix it.” You smiled up at him, swiping away the salty water that poured out of his eyes with your thumb before kissing his forehead, shooing him away as you cleaned up the rest of his commotion.

“Y/N?” Jimins voice called out for you, you smiled, wringing out the towel before walking to the bedroom where he stood, his lower half wrapped in a creme towel.

“Yes?” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his jawline softly.

His breath hitched at the sudden contact, “Are you sure you’ll be okay? You’ve been rushing to the bathroom for a whole week.” Jimins concerned voice made you pout, you looked up at him, a soft smile replacing the pout.

“If i can handle two males, who both act like 3 year olds 24/7, i’m sure i can handle a little sickness bug..”

But it wasn’t a sickness bug, and you knew that.

“I’ll call on you, and if Jungkook is any trouble, just call me and i’ll get someone to look after him for a couple of hours.” Your husband sighed, at how he couldn’t look after you for just a day.

“Theres no need for that, now, get dressed or i’ll tear that towel off you…” you purred, your hand sliding down his front, palming his member. He groaned, you chuckled, kissing him on the cheek before walking back to the kitchen.

“Yah! Jagi, why are you such a tease!” Jimin shouted, his voice laced with desperation and disappointment.

You grinned, pouring the milk into Jungkooks cereal, placing the plastic spoon into the bowl before bringing it to him in the living room. He thanked you, immediately slurping at the milk.

Jimin ran through the hall and into the living room where you and Jungkook sat, He kissed his sons forehead, grabbing his spoon and eating the cereal on it. Jungkook whined, before grabbing the spoon off him, annoyed at his fathers selfishness.

Jimin moved to you, his lips pressing against your forehead before moving to your lips, you kissed back, the taste of apple chapstick lay on his lips.

“And who are you trying to impress with that chap stick you have on?” You raise an eyebrow, locking eyes with him.

“Only the most important woman in the world of course.” He grinned, giving you one last kiss before rushing out of the door shouting his usual goodbyes.

This was your routine now. Every Day. Every Single Day. You weren’t complaining, but you were starting to miss those days where Jimin and you used to cuddle up on the sofa, making love while cliché horror movies played in the background.

But now you had a child, only 2 years into your relationship. Your mother had once said, “The longer you stay pure, the longer you’ll be youthful..”
Well that didn’t last long.

Jungkook giggled at T.V screen, pointing at a ‘Furry, red monster with no teeth.’ You grinned, shaking your head at your sons playful attitude.

You decided to leave college when you found out you were pregnant with Jungkook, you were studying psychology, Jimin studying the same. You missed those days too, where Jimin would sit beside you in your classes and tell you the most basic way of writing an answer or explain what you didn’t understand.

You felt your stomach churn. Jungkook whipped his head sidewards to look at you, you took steady breaths, smiling at him as if everything was okay.

But it wasn’t.

You stood up, rushing to the bathroom, where you fell to your knees, your hands gripping the sides of the toilet as last nights meal poured out of your mouth.


This had been happening for a couple of weeks now, and Jimin started to notice how you would wake up earlier than normal, and rush to the bathroom.

You had told him it was a sickness bug, that you were just feeling queasy due to it being winter.

You lied.

Looking to your side, you opened the drawer, pulling out a pregnancy test, the box was made of cardboard, an image of a pink stick with a electric screen, showing a negative and a positive sign.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you sat on the toilet pulling the test out of the box. It was plastic and felt lightweight in your hand. You took a deep breath, doing your business on the sponge end of the stick.

“Eomma? Is everything okay?” Jungkook voice seemed wary, full of curiosity as to why you ran out of the living room.

“Yes, everything is fine..” You shouted, reassuring your son that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t sat on the toilet peeing on a stick to see if a human was growing inside of you.

You heard nothing, implying that Jungkook thought you were fine.
Pulling the stick from underneath you, you placed the cap on and put it to the side, waiting impatiently as you washed your hands, staring down at the pregnancy test.

It had been 5 minutes and the screen was still loading on the stick, your anxiety was getting to you.

You clasped and unclasped your hands, it had been 5 minutes and nothing no sign had come up. You picked it up, shaking it slightly to see if it would miraculously worked.

You set it back down, from the corner of your eye, you saw the screen switch.

'Positive’

Your hands covered your mouth as you picked the stick back up, You were shocked, happy, scared. a variety of emotions spilled out of your eyes as you stared at the stick, your eyes focusing and unfocusing. You were going to have another baby.

What about Jimin? How would he react? What if he didn’t want another child?
What if he didn’t love you anymore.

You wept silently, placing the stick back down on the counter. You were happy, so happy that you were having another baby, you were excited to be going through the same experience you had with Jungkook.

You were ecstatic.

But you were scared, the fact that you might have to go through this alone because Jimin might not be able to handle another child scared you. It made you upset. It made you think, think of made up clips of your husband leaving your home, an angry look plastered on his face.

You didn’t know how to not think of it. The anticipation of Jimins reaction to a new baby made you worry.

You stood up, looking into the mirror, you looked a mess, the mascara that once lay delicately on your eyelashes dribbled down your cheeks in wet streaks. The rouge lipstick that covered your lips smothered around your mouth from wiping it so many times.

Turning the tap on you cupped your hands, they filled with the clear liquid, you splashed it onto your face, grasping a towel from your side and rubbing every inch of mess off.

After a couple of minutes of vigorously rubbing your face, most of the makeup had forced itself onto the once clean towel.

Throwing it into the washing basket, you looked into the mirror once again. You still looked like a trainwreck, walking out of the bathroom you walked back into the living room, cuddling up to the oblivious soon-to-be big brother.


The keys rattled in lock as Jimin unlocked it, his shoes flying to the shoe rack seconds after he stepped through the door. The sound of Jungkook’s small feet padding against the carpet as he charged towards his father his arm, Jimin’s smile broadened as his arms opened, embracing his son.

Jungkook moved away, grinning up at him.

You stood at the doorway, watching your husband and son, you smiled, Jungkook was no longer having trust issues with Jimin which was amazing to see, every day Jungkook would rush to the door to greet his father, his cute bunny smile widening by the second.

Jimin let go of jungkook, leaving him to run back into his bedroom. You raised an eyebrow at your partner, tapping your lips. He rolled his eyes, pressing the plump, pink skin against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. You kissed back, practically melting into his arms.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled inbetween the kiss, you let out a giggle.

“Its been 8 hours, calm down gorgeous.” You smirked, pressing your hands against his chest you pushed him off, walking into your bedroom. Jimin followed you, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked through the door, you threw one of his comfy shirts at him, along with some black joggers.

“How was work?” You asked, sitting on the bed, opening up the book that lay on your bedside table.

“Same old, same old.” He shrugged, walking into the bathroom.

Your eyes skimmed over the words, “Jungkooks been golde-”

“Y/N, what’s this?” Jimin walked out of the bathroom, his hand wrapped around a pink stick.

You couldn’t read him, his face wasn’t blank yet it wasn’t emotional. The book slipped out of your hands as your mouth hung open.

You fucking idiot

“I-I-Jimin..” You stuttered, lost for words.

“Are you pregnant?” He whispered, sitting beside you, the pregnancy test still clenched in his hand.

You nodded, your vision blurring as tears started to slide down your cheeks. Jimin wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. You sniffled, leaving a mark on the light grey shirt.

“Please don’t leave..I don’t want you to leave…Please Jimin…” You wailed, scrunching up his shirt with your fists. Not letting go.

“Baby its okay..” He said in his usual calm tone, he kissed the top of your head, stroking your hair softly, “I’m happy.”

“Wait, what…?” You lifted your head up, confused at his reaction, you had imagined him lashing out, but he was acting like his normal self.

“I said I’m happy.” He chuckled, holding out the pregnancy test like it was a piece of lost treasure her had found, “You have my child growing inside of you, why wouldn’t I be happy?”

He started to kiss your face, collecting the salty liquid that surfaced on your skin. You laughed, laying back as he kissed you passionately, he placed the stick onto the bedside table delicately.

“Are you sure?” You whisper looking up at your lover, those brown orbs piercing through you, they pierced through you lovingly, filled with compassion and happiness.

“If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have not wore a condom on purpose.”

A/N

I HAVENT PROOF READ THIS SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES OR SENTENCES THAT DONT MAKE SENSE IGNORE THEM OR LET ME KNOW <3

I’ll Find You

Request: Hello! I can say without a doubt that I love your writings!❤ I also was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where she goes missing and when it gets too long everybody loses their hope except for Newt. Later on he finds her being tortured, saves her and it’s a grand and really fluffy reunion?:) Sorry, I just crave for angst and fluff😂 

Warning: Allusion to torture

Word Count: 3,095

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


Pickett crawls from the pocket of Newt’s discarded vest, top leaves drooping from exhaustion. Stumbling forward, the tiny creature pulls itself up by the bed’s legs and hops onto the mattress. Gripping the headboard’s bars, Pickett inches past the pillows and avoids Newt’s hand when it jerks forward.

Once he’s in range, the bowtruckle reaches forward and tickles Newt’s nose. He jumps back, slipping off the mattress and swinging wildly when Newt smacks at his face.

Pickett’s still swaying off the bed when Newt jolts up, rubbing his forehead with one hand and reaching for you with the other. “I had the worst nightmare, love. Love?”

His terror peaks for the third night in a row this month when his hand only hits empty sheets and a cold half of the bed. He opens his mouth to shout for you before he remembers: you’re gone.

He takes in two shaky breaths before he hears Pickett’s squeals. “Pickett, what are you doing up here? You should be asleep.” He lifts the bowtruckle from the front of the mattress and slips out of bed, carrying him to a tree. “Yes, I know you don’t want to be here, but this is where you’re staying. Do you want to stay in that tree? I didn’t think so.”

He peels Pickett from his hand and places him on the tree before turning back into the bedroom and closing the door.

Careful to step over the clothes, crumpled up pages, and overturned pots of feed, Newt crosses the room and slides out the desk’s chair.

The two of you had decided to place a small bedroom in the case for any situations where you needed to be ready to respond to a creature at any moment. For the most part, it had been used when one was about to give birth, but more and more often, you and Newt had been spending nights down there after long hours of work studying a new creature.

Newt drops his head in his hands as he stares at the pages scattered in front of him. Notes that mean nothing at 3 in the morning fill the papers, but Newt still rifles through them, furious with the tears dripping down his cheeks. He has no time to cry. He has to find you.

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The X-Files Season 11 & Why David Duchovny Avoids Tabloid Drama

I completely support having more women writing for The X-Files and think it’s appalling how few women have written or directed episodes historically. I also have concerns over the lack of experience of many tapped to pen episodes for Season 11 and would absolutely bet Chris Carter deliberately decided against more seasoned professionals specifically to avoid being told “no”. He likes to call the shots, has little self-awareness about his shortcomings, and has repeatedly demonstrated that he will deflect criticism of his writing onto everything but himself.

Additionally, I am disgusted at the venom directed at David Duchovny both here and on Twitter for not publicly criticizing Carter. Expecting Duchovny to call him out on social media demonstrates juvenile thinking in terms of how adults with a personal and professional relationship should communicate with one another. I’d like to remind you that Duchovny and Carter have known each other longer than many of you here have been alive and they are friends. If Duchovny wants to communicate with Carter on the subject of diversity or anything else for that matter, he is going be an adult, a friend, and a professional, and he’s going to pick up the phone or have a conversation face to face. He is not going to make statements to a tabloid or in 144 characters that question or criticize his friend and someone with whom he will be working very closely in the near future. That’s because in addition to the aforementioned reasons, Duchovny is a class act and not someone who seeks out attention through controversy.

Duchovny has more than proven himself to be a thoughtful, stand up guy who isn’t afraid to speak his mind. But he has also learned through experience the value of demonstrating appropriate boundaries in relation to what he says to the media regarding his colleagues, friends, and family. Given how many armchair critics here can’t even come off anon to tell someone they disagree with them, to suggest that he should publicly blast a friend is completely immature and hypocritical.

Wayne Kid Aesthetics

Dick is oceanic. He’s a sea breeze, the cold salt in your lungs. He is the feeling you get when you fall a great height, your stomach dropping and your heart soaring, until you plunge face first into the water.

Jason is blood and sweat and cool metal in your tired hands. He is running and working all day until you feel ready to collapse, but keep going anyways. Ragged breaths and aching knuckles, hair plastered to your head. Never being finished, never taking a break, even when your body begs to stop.

Tim is sketching and idea forming. Plans upon plans upon plans, paper shuffling and pen scratching. Running without looking for danger, wanting to share with the world and not caring if you get hurt by it.

Cassandra is the street on cold and lonely nights. Cassandra is the street on warm and bustling days. She’s two sides of the same coin, wanting to scream but staying silent. Dancing while you sling fists. Being surrounded by people but completely alone. Touching everything, always afraid of being touched.

Damian is foggy mornings and grey rock. Sitting on a rooftop and taking in the city before you, knowing that in this moment, it is yours and no one else’s. Shoes laced too tightly, shirt fitting too loosely, and never having the balance you crave. Everything is yours, but none of it feels right.

Duke is motor oil and exhaust. Turning pages while tightening bolts and spinning wheels. Burning rubber, burning time, never enough of either one. A mathematical sense of excitement, rushing with a sense of calm.

Helena is silence. Empty graveyards, empty caves, empty homes. The world is always empty to you, and all you crave is a single soul like yours. Dull blades, used too often. Worn keys, tapped too many times. An old cat, never truly yours, and ready to leave for the last time. Acceptance coming naturally, you’ve already accepted so many losses.

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The 2002 national women’s hockey team dancing (and playing tambourines and shakers) on stage with the Tragically Hip two days after winning gold in Salt Lake City. (x)

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Seven Things About Supernatural: 12x20 - “Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes

So tonight I’m going to be realistic and admit that rewatching this ep in the next 24 hours is not high on my list of things to do, and just get this written so I can have an emotional palate cleanser. 

  1. This episode is a perfect circle, and I appreciate that structurally.  We get that first visual of “Mary” in the chair – in this case a shifter trying to use her image against Ketch – and then end with her there after the events of the episode.  It also brings the season around full-circle: A Winchester in the BMoL’s clutches, being interrogated, Toni working with Ketch (an associate she rejected as “a psychopath” at the beginning of the season), etc.  
  2. I absolutely love the Banes twins.  Love them.  And that love hurts a lot right now because of how this episode worked out.  

    There is no faulting Max for his choices.  Dean may have tried to stop him, help him make a better choice (just like Bobby did with Dean in the wake of Sam’s death that first time around), but it’s Max’s choice to make, and if you’re gonna fuck up, fucking up for love is probably the most okay way to do it.   

    I also think Max got a shitty deal here: that’s not his sister.  She’s close, but this faux!Alicia is always going to be something a little less, a little wrong, and he lost his soul to get her.  And they both lost their mom.  And fuck, my heart is fucking broken. 
  3. Pulling back from that, out from the story view and into the world of media, I am so tired of watching PoC, esp. Black women, get killed on this show.

    Our four regulars are white dudes, and that is what it is, but the supporting cast rotates a lot.  It’s not fucking rocket science to add some recurring allies who aren’t white dudes – like, say, THE BANES TWINS – into the mix without fucking that up at the first opportunity.  

    Like, the optics this year have not been great in terms of PoC and life expectancy.  It’s great to have more diversity on the show, and a show like Supernatural requires a body count.  I’m good with that.  But shit, this year’s optics have not been great, and maybe we could let women – and especially Black women – survive now and again?  

    These were writing choices.  And yeah, taken in a vacuum, they’re even kind of interesting in the sense that they’re callbacks with their own contexts and implications (e.g. Max as a queer dean mirror), but I’m too disappointed about it tonight to really dig in there.  
  4. As much as I am upset about the A plot of the ep, the B plot with Mary seeing Ketch for what he is, discovering the cover-up with Mick’s murder, and finding out about the order to kill American hunters, punching him in the junk, etc. was very satisfying.

    Seriously.  I was ready for her to kill him with that goddamn stapler.  And hey, brass knuckles are still brass fucking knuckles.  I approve.  Fuck ‘em up, Mary.  Fuck ‘em up.

    Also, did anyone else get a Bluebeard vibe toward the end of the ep? 
  5. So hey, Dean’s emotional intelligence when he’s not in immediate contact with the source of his distress?  Pretty good.  Dean using his words to call his mom because he’s struggling?  Pretty good.  Dean actually checking his voicemail when he sees it’s from his mom?  Pretty good.  

    Good job, Dean.  Good job.  
  6. Can we take a moment to feel for Sam in his moment of Having To Cope With His Brother Who Is Upset About His Boyfriend Getting Mind-Whammied By Lucifer’s Baby?  

    Sam has been hearing this all night.  Sam cannot fix this, Dean.  Sam is worried too, Dean.  Sam would like it very much if you could just deal with some of these feelings more productively, particularly by admitting that Cas is your boyfriend and you are worried about your boyfriend, Dean. 

    Oh hey, here’s a gun.  Maybe that will distract you, Dean.  Please, in the name of Chuck and all of his (douchebag) angels, please let it distract you, Dean.  Sam is tired.
  7. OH HEY, KETCH’S REVEAL ABOUT FUCKING UP THE WINCHESTERS’ WORK.  Mary’s in captivity now, but just fucking wait until she tells her boys about this shit.

    Because hey, Mary’s a hunter of an older school, but she’s either learned some discernment or is expressing it a lot more now that she’s confronted by the alternative.  

    I am not going to be sorry to see Ketch go.

Bonus Thing: 
Much as I was not enthused about things about this ep, it was beautifully shot/directed.  Go Speight.  May you (and Amanda Tapping) have many more eps in your future.  Yes. 

Bonus Thing #2: 
Novelty yarn, pink velour, and HSN jewelry?  How are those things NOT an immediate tell for evil?

Bonus Thing #3: 
Somebody please let Dean use the grenade launcher.  Please.  

No Rain

Written for prompt #14: “I’d love to read a story where either K or P has done something stupid and has to grovel (but not infidelity)…” [submitted by Anonymous]

Written by: @ally147writes

I kinda put my own skew on this, but I hope the prompter (and everyone else!) enjoys it regardless.

As with everything I post, I have grand plans to add onto this and give it more oomph. So you’ll have to pardon the abrupt ending - I could think of literally nothing to add that wouldn’t have meant another 10k words…

Unbeta’d and written over a month, late at night in between uni assessments. I can’t vouch for the quality of this fic, but I had a ton of fun writing it :)

Rated T, mostly just for swears.

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