For every new comment I see about how Bakugou’s horrible and doesn’t deserve love and generally isn’t allowed any room to grow and improve himself my vocalizing of how proud I am of him and how much I appreciate all the work he’s putting in becoming a better person increases tenfold just in the hope that all my love will somehow reach him and let him know that all the effort he’s putting in bettering himself isn’t actually a waste of time
I see you and I appreciate you and I’m so so so so proud of you you slightly-less-angry-and-way-more-caring-than-in-the-beginning dandelion
so here’s the thing: n o n e of this was planned. it was amazing, hilarious, ridiculous kismet.
mango’s had his birthday recently, and so i brought his birthday present with me to phxcon. part of the present was a pair of jensen’s underbears (i think the text i sent mango right after jib was, “we’re close enough that it’s not weird if i buy u underwear right????”) bc i thought that was hilarious from jib and mango is a huge jensen fan and dean!boy. so the original joke was just that mango could have the bear underwear. i also got him a second pair in orange, bc orange is his fav colour. this was as far as i thought this would go.
so i get into phoenix thursday night and give mango his present. we didn’t know there were cockles photo ops until friday afternoon when we saw hard tickets for sale. i distinctly remember being bummed that my hometown con had cockles photo ops for sale online but phxcon, the one i was actually going to, did not. but obviously once i saw they were available, like. THERE WAS ONLY ONE CHOICE. so after deciding it was completely financially irresponsible when we have no money, i bought the op.
i can’t remember when it occurred to us that we had both the underbears and a pair of lucky orange underwear for misha in our hotel room. we wanted to do something fun and funny for the op, and cracked ourselves up at the idea. but we were also aware that it could be, you know, kind of sort of maybe intensely uncomfortable to be like (a) i know what underwear u were wearing and (b) here i brought pairs of them for you to further laugh over. i have a T E R R I B L E akdslkjkas embarrassment squick, so we didn’t want to do anything that made us uncomfortable, and we definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make misha or jensen uncomfortable. we wanted them to have fun with us and play around with us.
we ran our idea passed our roomie, who has some good con experience, to see if she thought it would fly or not. we agreed on judging our plan based on their mood on the day and asking them if they felt comfortable enough to do it was the best course of action, with a back-up plan ready to go immediately just in case, so j+m knew we were serious that they could totally pass on it if it was weird. CONSENT AND SAFE SPACE. we were hella concerned about this.
Summary: Christmas has arrived, but your roommate always seems to favour the company of different girls each night, instead of you. Will he turn around and give you the one thing you want for Christmas, or will you be left alone to celebrate the holiday by yourself?
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1884 Words
Warnings: Angst, fluff at the end yo
Notes: I’ve finally got a Christmas fic up! I may be accepting requests for Christmas ideas, so bring some in! I wrote this today so it might be a lil rushed
“It’s fucking December, Buck! I’m allowed to have put up the Christmas tree, it’s the Christmas season.” You whine, crossing your arms and glaring at your roommate. Your incredibly hot roommate whose attractive qualities almost rule out his apparent ignorance of the holiday season,
He snorts, scrolling through his endless contacts of women and returning your glare with a withering look. “Fine, you win. But couldn’t you have gotten a smaller one?”
“Nope, I’m getting you a lot of presents so you’ll have to deal with it.” You hop up onto the kitchen island, swinging your legs as you push your small stack of homework to the side.
You don’t expect him to react, but you’re not quite sure if it’s a trick of the light when you see his cheeks redden, his hands stilling over his phone.
ARTICLE: Yuzuru Hanyu: I am at 20% right now (Number 934-5)
In a rink reverberating with music and the sounds of blades against the ice, quiet surrounded Hanyu. –– Takaomi Matsubara
Despite still trolling with one single 3A, the brat (you’ll see) shows his tender side (you’ll also see) in his pursuit of figure skating mastery and ideals…This is quintessential Hanyu––calm, confident and thoughtful as he discusses the Olympics, his programs and the significance and meaning of skating itself. - gladi.
Translated by gladi. Please do not repost without permission. Images belong to Number.
From Number Issue 934-935. Published on 2017.08.24
Contending for successive Olympic victories, the champion––Yuzuru Hanyu. Programs for the season have been decided, preparation is steadily underway. At his training base in Toronto, Hanyu talked about his thoughts on the Pyeongchang Olympics, and the ideal skate he continues to seek.
Text by Takaomi Matsubara・Photography by Asami Enomoto
100% agree on your analysis of Jimin as a Slytherin!!! I know a lot of people (including myself) are shocked Namjoon put himself in Griffindoor over Ravenclaw though. I'm dying to hear your thoughts on this!!
So… Namjoon. I, like you and a ton of other people, was really confused about him being in Gryffindor. But, the more I thought about it, the more I really came to not only accept it, but believe that he is a Gryffindor through and through. And please be advised this is going to devolve in to me gawking over how great of a human being Namjoon is, so if you don’t want to read about that please close your browser and think about why you don’t agree that he’s better than everyone else. okay?
Namjoon is a Gryffindor to the core, not a Ravenclaw
First of all, Namjoon supposedly sorted everyone else, but I have a small sneaking suspicion that he may not have sorted himself. We know he’s a fan of the movies at least, and he’s fluent in English, so if he’s a fan and he has access to sorting quizzes on Pottermore and other sites, is it so hard to believe that he hasn’t at least tried a few? Seriously, even the most casual of fans have tried getting sorted. It’s not that crazy of a thought. So… What if they put him in Gryffindor over Ravenclaw?
(I mean, when asked to do a British accent the first thing that he quotes was “Shut up Malfoy!”. If that ain’t the most Gryffindor thing…)
Also, Namjoon is a really humble guy. If he DID sort himself, I feel like he’d be the type of person who would shy away from saying “I’m smart, so I should be in Ravenclaw”. He’s always been pretty modest about his intelligence. And just because he is, doesn’t mean we should be. Seriously, Namjoon can be a goof but if you’re ever in doubt about how crazy smart he is, please watch this.
He has no problems recognizing the intelligence of others though – he raves about Jungkook being good at everything he does, and even gave him the nickname “Golden Maknae”, so is it such a wonder he put Jungkook in Ravenclaw? (It should be noted that Ravenclaws also have a reputation for being eccentric and quirky. Prime example, Luna. If that isn’t a perfect descriptor for Jungkook idk what is)
So let’s look at what the common traits of Gryffindor are, shall we?
Such character traits of students sorted into Gryffindor are courage, chivalry, and determination.
They can also be short-tempered. [x]
Okay so, courage. I could go on and on about how brave Namjoon is but like… we’ll be here all day. So let me keep this short and point you in the direction of one thing in particular that he has done. THIS TWEET.
It’s Rap Monster. A song about homosexuality. I heard this song before but I didn’t know the lyrics, now I know them and I like the song twice as much. I recommend Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Same Love. http://hiphople.com/subtitle/619392
I have a lot of feelings about this tweet. And a lot of theories about WHY he tweeted that too – but no one wants to hear about those so that’s for another life post.
First – speaking out in support of homosexuality in Korea is a pretty huge deal, because homosexuality isn’t a really accepted lifestyle there. (It isn’t really accepted anywhere, truly, but you all know that.)
Here’s a pretty recent list on idols who support LGBT communities. It’s a pretty god damn short list. I use the term ‘support’ loosely bc this article seems to equate ‘having gay friends’ as being a supportive ally. But Namjoon stands out pretty hard in this list because he doesn’t just say ‘i love my gay friends!’, he outright spoke out in support of homosexuality.
But Kiki, you say… Namjoon is hugely popular. He’s one of the biggest stars in Kpop. He could say whatever he wants now, right?
Well yeah, he can. But here’s the kicker! Look at the timestamp on that tweet. He tweeted that before they debuted.
Namjoon was months away from launching his dream career, something he’d worked his entire life for. He was from a pretty small unknown company whose only claim to fame before that was that group that had two members blackmail an actor over something or another. He couldn’t afford bad press, and yet here comes Kim fucking Namjoon with his balls of steel willing to throw that all down the drain because god dammit he was going to tell the entire world about how much he supported the LGBT community and anyone who wanted to stand in his way of doing so could eat a fuckin dick. He could have kept his heckin mouth shut but he didn’t???
Chivalry is defined as:
1.the combination of qualities expected of an ideal knight, esp courage,honour, justice, and a readiness to help the weak
2.courteous behaviour, esp towards women
Courage, honor, justice, what I just talked about describes those things pretty perfectly.
I’d like to talk about honor for a sec though. Let’s look at a pretty famous Gryffindor – Ron. Ron was one of a shitload of children in his family. He outwardly always grumbled about not getting attention or whatever, but as a person, he was all about family. He put his family first, he didn’t gripe too hard about hand-me-downs to his parents because he knew they were trying their best, and he defends people he cares about.
There’s that famous scene (that I’m still salty they changed in the movies) where Hermione wants to answer a question and Snape gets mad at her for it. And he defends her – why ask the question if you’re not looking for an answer?
Ron always, always put his family first. So does Namjoon.
Take this gifset for example.The whole set is great and shows how much he really takes care of his members, his family, but this is what he does when he’s around them and also in front of people. Not all that surprsiing.
But please, please please please pay attention to the first gif. For people who don’t know the context, he was asked if he’d choose going solo or bangtan. He DID NOT KNOW HE WAS BEING FILMED. He could have shown his true colors and said that he preferred a solo career and all the glory, but even when given the chance to be completely open, his heart was still with Bangtan.
Another great example of Namjoon being completely selfless.Everyone here is praising themselves (and they have a right too, don’t get me wrong, you’re all great four for all of you) but when it gets to him, Namjoon says “We’ve always been pretty good.” We. Not I, not me, we. Everyone else is giving themselves some much deserved praise, but Namjoon is stuck on we are good, we’ve always been good.
And if you want to take courteous behaviour, esp towards women, literally, look at their glass-ceiling line in Not Today, that they said they used specifically knowing what it meant. and look who is credited for writing the lyrics! What’s that? It’s Namjoon? Wow, I did not see that one coming.
Speaking of lyrics – talk about having courage. Look at the lyrics he wrote for Reflection and Always.
So let’s recap. Namjoon is pretty selfless, extremely caring of his friends and family, a feminist, an outspoken ally for those who are mistreated, and is so god damn intelligent everyone REALLY thought he belonged in Ravenclaw.
Wait a minute, I feel like I’ve heard about this person before… There was another Gryffindor like this, I’m sure of it… it’s on the tip of my tongue…
I’m not saying Namjoon is our version Hermione Granger, but… that’s exactly what I’m saying.
Well lemme just tell you a lil’ about this Michigan Native!
Born and raised in Troy, Michigan. Her parents signed her up as a kid to Rec, went to 5 tryouts but didn’t make a team until one needed a back-up. Eventually became a starter and from then out performed for her team. In high school,
she was named to the all-state first team, the all-district first team, the all-conference first team, and all-region first team. She then attended the University of Michigan! Go Blue!
She had a terrific career at Michigan. During her best season, which was her 1st after a season ending injury her freshman year, Kopmeyer led the Big Ten in saves (56), save percentage (.862) and saves-per-game (5.60) during conference play while topping the conference in overall save percentage (.848) and sharing the lead in saves (95). She played in 16 games, making 15 starts and set the school rookie record for shutouts with six. She was awarded the University of Michigan Athletic Academic Achievement Award for the second year running and earned Academic All-Big Ten honors.
After 4 incredible seasons, this Michigan product, to her surprise, was drafted 31st overall by the Seattle Reign in 2013. Kopmeyer didn’t believe she’d even be drafted and thus already had plans working somewhere else in marketing. She even watched the 2013 NWSL draft until the 29th pick and stopped there and went to work bc she thought she wasn’t going to be drafted only to get a call from her father to which she started bawling.
Unfortunately, she was released from the team due to league roster constraints; however she was re-signed by the team for the 2014 season to back up Hope Solo.
In 2014, as back up to Hope, Kopmeyer believed it was a year she and Hope had began their relationship which was ‘massive’ , in her own words, in the sense that she had the opportunity to grow and learn from the best goal keeper in the world. She finally had someone who believed in her and thus from there on out kept improving as a GK.
On her first ever start in 2014, something only our Kop would do, she went to the wrong goal and so ran the entire field to get to the right one.
However, she did keep a clean sheet and the unbeaten streak while bringing the club to its fifth shutout in twelve games. Not to mention, some really good saves
Kopmeyer has been the back up since 2014 but in the years 2015-17, she’s taken a bigger role as Hope is in rehab now and taken a break from football. She is now the No.1 and has been putting on stellar performances for the Reign.
From being rejected as a kid in rec games, to starting in the wrong goal as a professional to being Player of the Week and now Seattle Reign’s No.1, Haley Kopmeyer is a Seattle Reign FC Original and forever a gem to our team.
"I do have some issues with how GRRM chose to frame Sansa in AGOT". Could you expand on that? What are those issues?
Well I’ve reblogged quite a few metas on this subject and written a bit about it myself and I’d love to link some of that here but… how to find that stuff on my blog without slogging through months of irrelevant posting? Hmm… I really need to organise this blog better…
Assuming I don’t manage to find the relevant posts (or at least some of them) then I’ll just say that my issues with Sansa in AGOT have to do with how GRRM (apparently) originally conceived of her character and how much of that actually remained in the final product; that is to say, she was originally intended to be a foil to Arya and the one Stark kid who caused problems in the happy family group dynamic. This was apparently because GRRM thought it wouldn’t be realistic for all the kids to get along perfectly and for there to be no internal strife in the Stark family at all… but isn’t it odd that out of all the kids he chose the two girls to set at odds with one another? And isn’t it doubly odd that of these two girls it is the more stereotypically feminine one who was initially created to be that little “problem” in the family dynamic? Robb and Jon could easily have been the warring siblings instead, no? Or maybe Sansa could have been a boy instead and Arya could’ve had a male foil to argue with… but instead…
Sansa, despite clearly becoming a well rounded character in her own right by the final draft of AGOT, still retains quite a bit of that original character sketch. She is written to be a foil to Arya and to cause complications for her family due to her relationship with Joffrey. While with close reading - keeping in mind the social mores of her society and the way she has been raised - Sansa’s actions and beliefs about her world are quite understandable, she is not generally written in such a way that suggests the author meant to endear her to the reader… Contrast to the way Arya is written (because Sansa is her foil and GRRM wants us to compare them in this book!); introduced as a plucky underdog who challenges the status quo. We are meant to immediately identify with, like and root for Arya, and we do. We are not meant to immediately identify with, like and root for Sansa.
We are introduced to Arya first and Sansa makes Arya feel bad about herself by being good at everything and prettier and getting her in trouble and… you get the point. Even though 9 year old Arya has biases, and we as readers should understand that, the mere fact that our introduction to Sansa comes through her POV already gives the reader a bias against Sansa on Arya’s behalf because that’s all we know about her! There’s also the fact that the quickest way to get your readership to identify with and like a character within a historical setting is to give them the values and opinions of a more modern person… and we get quite a bit of that with Arya, what with her challenging of gender norms and disregard for class and rank. We don’t get that short cut with Sansa.
When we actually meet Sansa in her own POV she is once again acting in her role as the foil… it’s the incident at the Trident where Sansa fails to stand up to Joffrey for Arya and Mycah the butcher’s boy and then doesn’t tell the king what really happened and “gets Lady and Mycah killed”, to hear some fans tell it (never mind her reasonable reasons for being confused about what to do and refusing to speak). It’s not a glowing moment for her here and tbh… there really is only one real glowing moment for Sansa in AGOT (before Ned’s imprisonment/death that is); the moment where she feels empathy for Sandor Clegane, overcomes her fear, and offers him the comfort he needs.
Other than this, her POV mostly focuses in on the trivialities of her interests and concerns, on how very little she actually understands the adult world around her, and we hardly see her interact with others in a positive way. Again… other than Sandor Clegane! She and Arya bicker, her relationship with Ned is somewhat strained since the Trident, and you get the vague impression that of his children, Sansa is probably the one he is the least accustomed to spending time with or talking to (we get no scene of parental bonding with Sansa, unlike Arya) and even Jeyne - Jeyne who is supposed to be Sansa’s best friend - we get no scenes of them having fun together, braiding each other’s hair, gossiping about cute boys, playing cyvasse… nada. Oh we get scenes of them talking, but it’s mostly in scenes which, again, are there to place Sansa in her role as the foil; demonstrating her naivety and ignorance of the dangers at court. The actual fun times they have together as friends, the actual comfort and happiness they give each other, well we’re told about this in a few stray lines here and there… we don’t actually ever “see” it!
And that’s important! That’s the stuff that makes you like a character! But GRRM didn’t want to show us Sansa being fun and a caring friend in AGOT or even showing off any of the things she is reportedly so good at (she does actually show off some of these things; she shows she is naturally apt at diplomacy and has a good memory for important persons, houses and sigils and rank in this book… but this is all quite subtly introduced. Her cleverness is not meant to be something the reader immediately picks up on). He didn’t particularly want us to start sympathizing with her until near the end of the novel… and it shows. Sansa’s more positive character traits are de-emphasized by the author for most of AGOT and this, more than anything she actually does in this particular novel, is why so many fans come away seriously disliking her as a character
(imho of course); many with the claim that she has no positive traits!
This ties into my larger issues with GRRM’s writing of women in general. He definitely treats his POV female characters like people who deserve to be just as well developed and complex as his male characters, and I appreciate that! However, he seems to have problems with depicting women’s relationships with other women. That is to say, if he can avoid female friendships, he does… at least in the early novels (things may be looking up based on more recent stuff). We get great male friendships, and male/female friendships, but when it came to showing women who genuinely like each other interacting, GRRM just… didn’t go there at the beginning. Yeah, you’ve got Arya and Sansa not getting along, and Sansa and Jeyne’s friendship happening mostly offscreen but surely there must be more women who can be getting along… right? Well… no.
Catelyn seems to have no female friends or companions at all, even from memory (which is ridiculous!) and her relationship with Lysa is extremely strained. Later she meets Brienne and while their relationship is a positive one for them both, it is more that of a Lady and her sworn shield than of friends. Cersei has no real friends at all, let alone female ones… she actually killed her childhood “bestfriend”. Margaery and the Tyrell cousins were not real friends to Sansa, Arya’s best friends and travelling companions are all male (albeit she does have a brief but very sweet interaction with Lady Smallwood) and Dany’s female companions are all servants to her. All in all, the situation with regards to sisterhood and female friendship in ASOIAF ain’t great.
Topping this off, there’s also the fact that while GRRM’s understanding of what medieval noblewomen actually got up to in a day’s work is better than GOT’s, there are yet still some suggestions that feminine gendered activities are quite trivial and frivolous, and these suggestions are, again, most evident in Sansa and Arya’s AGOT chapters where they, again, serve to highlight Sansa as the silly, blinkered, girly-girl, to Arya’s rebellious, open-minded tom boy.
To sum it up, it is of great significance that Arya, who we are meant to identify with and like, is a tom boy and Sansa, her foil, is extremely feminine. The negative aspects of Sansa’s personality, the ones being highlighted above her more positive qualities in AGOT, are therefore associated with that femininity because her negative traits are framed in contrast to Arya’s positive ones, and Arya’s interests and behaviour are more stereotypically masculine. I liked Sansa despite all of this because, paying attention while reading her chapters and fed up with trope of cool tomboys vs annoying girly girls, I was actually able to see the subtle allusions to there being more to Sansa than what the author was choosing to place on the surface. However, I understand how a reader who has no inclination to pay such close attention while reading her chapters could easily be put off from her character. GRRM did that on purpose… and I just don’t think it’s fair to the character who otherwise might have been given more of a chance by so many readers who, even now, still disregard her value to the story.
Edit: A few discussions on this topic that I managed to find by searching the shadowy corners of my blog (this should be easier… I need to use better tags…) that elaborate a bit more on this…
i mean…. if you think about it bisexual!jake just…. makes sense??? i mean he’s basically a puppy with a badge, but he’s grown up emulating toxic hyper-masculinity his whole life and it clearly messed him up in several ways. he’s not unproblematic, but he’s clearly open to learning (see his rosa/gina/amy relationships; they’ve been carefully curated according to their terms e.g. how he corrects his sexism etc.); and then enter stage right captain raymond holt. not only is he seemingly rigid and irritating to jake, he’s the complete opposite to how jake thinks a police officer should be. until he like… gets to know him. the captain is a gay black police chief and he’s fought for everything he’s ever gotten, and jake has quickly seen that this fuckin guy… he’s a champ. he’s the ultimate cop, the missing father figure, the secret badass, all whilst maintaining a loving long-term relationship with his husband and generally being Good At Everything. (can u tell… i also… love ray holt…..) but the thing that MUST stick out to jake is the fact that the captain being gay doesn’t preclude his tenacity and how good he is at his job. that maybe, just maybe, being who you are is what makes you a great detective.
Hux keeps his space minimalist to the point of barren–at least outwardly. He has more stuff than he likes to let on, it’s just hidden away so cleverly and is organized so precisely that he’s able to store quite a bit of stuff in his rooms.
It is also a noticeable mark of trust that Hux will allow Ren to paw through these perfectly-crafted little spaces, in his desk or closet or cabinets, when he is sleepy or headachey or about to get into the refresher to wash up. “Get me a painkiller,” he will command, but there’s no edge to his voice, it’s just softly expectant. He knows Ren follows no order unless he feels like it. “Get me another stylus.” “Get me a clean undershirt.”
This last command sends Ren into Hux’s closet, smirking, feeling like a laundry droid. Still, thee’s something strangely arousing about getting his hands on all of Hux’s clothes, touching them all, the things that no one else on this ship sees, let alone can interact with. Hux’s undershirts that smell of nothing but clean, so different from the clothes that Hux sheds when he’s eagerly climbing into bed, which just smell like Hux. Possibility is in here.
Also, all of Hux’s crap from the academy. Anyone who thinks Hux is a minimalist, or unsentimental, doesn’t know how good he is at disguising his pack rat tendencies. He’s even saved his old uniforms, the caps and medals and whatnot. So many medals–stars above, he can’t believe this particular drawer isn’t groaning with all the brass.
“What are all of these from?” Ren calls to Hux, which defeats the purpose, he guesses, since Hux sent him on this errand so he could continue to laze. But Hux doesn’t seem to mind getting up if it leads to him getting to brag.
“Oh, well. Lots of things.” Hux brushes his fingers across the medals on the top of the stack. “Grades, those are the more boring ones. Knowledge of history. Science fair prizes. A number of them are for sharpshooting.”
“Oh yeah?” Ren runs his hand through Hux’s freshly-washed hair, which is not longer wet but still lightly damp, the perfect texture for touching.
“Mmhm. I was rather good, when I had time to practice regularly. I haven’t had time for it in quite awhile.”
“Too busy being promoted to the youngest general of the First Order?”
“It’s not boastful if it’s true, you know.”
“Do you have any medals for modesty?” Ren wants to know.
Hux laughs. “None at all. I haven’t earned them.”
“Any for fucking?”
His fingers are still in Hux’s hair, but trailing down now, down to Hux’s neck, his shoulders.
“You’ll have to award those yourself, I’m afraid.”
do you think they have made allura a bit mary sue ish?
Anon, I have to confess that I find it very funny when these accusations are made mostly because like…
The thing that “Mary Sue” is often used to describe is specialness.
Allura is one of the core protagonists. She is going to be special.
I think that sometimes, well-meaning people in writing get very scared of making a character special exactly because they’re scared of making a “Mary Sue”. It comes out to “But Clockie, we can’t have a magical space princess with some kind of ambiguous divine destiny and the traumatic loss of her entire people making her one of the only survivors of an ancient race! That’s Too Many Checkboxes!”
and, yeah- if you’re treating it as a list of checkboxes, and not a backstory.
You can, in fact, take a massive number of cool things and compile them together into one character with it flowing smoothly.
The difference is, did you just toss all this in there with little rhyme or reason, because it was cool?
Allow me to introduce you to someone near and dear to my heart:
Specifically she is one of the oldest characters I ever created. Like- back in middle school, I had Doom.
Dear old Doom was the child of a dragon and a Japanese yokai whose M.O. and capabilities I never actually researched (nekomata) and her dragon dad was Evil and she looked human for some reason. She could breathe fire and fly and was always chirpy and excitable and so funny and charming and really how could anyone not like her unless they were Evil and Close-Minded and thus there to be beaten down and humiliated comically?
Now here’s the thing about Doom. My point is not that Doom is a bad character, or to say “this, this is a Sue. Allura’s fine.”
My point is actually, Doom is a good character. She’s also just kind of a starting character- I was new to this whole writing game. I was also pretty insecure, and wanted to fantasize about being good at everything, having every cool thing, and being liked. I thought dragons and Japanese culture were really cool, but put basically no thought into them besides that. I thought being full of energy and spontaneous were good likable personality traits and put no further thought into it.
And I fell into cliches, racism, and various other issues.
But Doom is not fundamentally a bad character. With a better understanding of what I’m doing, I could take that exact list of characters- humanoid dragon/cat creature that is overenthusiastic, has a negative relationship with one of her parents, mixed race with Japanese heritage and able to take a human form.
The “problem” with Doom of old is lack of cohesion. Because her traits really are just a list of checkboxes with very little thought on how they fit together. Like how a dragon and a magical cat reproduced in the first place, both biologically and why they’d have a child together if they had such staunchly opposed moral viewpoints.
That’s not something I think you can really accuse Allura of. Because? All of Allura’s points have been given a lot of thought and fit together smoothly and fluidly. They did not just take a stereotypical tolkienesque elf and throw her into deep space. A lot of thought is given to the Alteans and how they work. Allura does not have unforeshadowed powers or solve problems effortlessly without consequence.
The Alteans, like many of the other species we see, have a beneficial quirk (shapeshifting). Magic is not their trick, since we see multiple species have that.
I’ve mentioned this before but I think “Mary Sue” is a really ineffective piece of criticism because it tries to cast a net for a broad variety of writing problems- some of which are not even actually writing problems as much as sometimes, the term is used specifically to criticize a female character being too important to the plot. And while it’s not always used that way, I think “Mary Sue” has kind of outlived its potential usefulness as a criticism. It’s at a point where the vague specter of the Sue has become a character in and of itself, when, I think if we’re being honest with ourselves- all of us live our fantasies through our characters to a degree. And our early characters were usually the more blatant fantasies.
But that’s kinda the point. Writing and creating characters should not be a joyless puritan exercise. Like, let’s just be dead honest here, the reason why we are into Voltron as a show is because someone looked us dead in the eye and said “Do you want to see a combining mecha made of lions fight a guy in space” and that is not a pitch you can say no to.
As a child I had a keen sense of what was really cool and wanted to cut straight to that. This person is going to be able to shoot lasers. Because, of course they can.
That was frankly a gift that I threw away, and I’m currently trying a lot as a writer to get it back. To actually cut loose and let my characters be special and exciting- because there’s a reason they’re a major character! There’s a reason I want people to care about them! I feel like, compared to my past self, I’ve improved technically quite a bit, but honestly some of the wild imagination I had when I was younger, I’ve lost. It’s important to balance what’s logical and makes sense with sometimes taking your audience by the shoulders and going “Lightning wizards.” because honestly, most of the time, most people will reply with “…continue.”
So I guess my rebuttal is: Characters are allowed to be special, and I think we should retire Mary Sue as a criticism. If you have a further problem that we should bring up, let’s use other words to explore that.
member: lai guanlin genre: slice of life, high school summary: your small moments with the captain of the basketball team goes unnoticed by him. requested: yes! thank you for requesting my chick son.
honestly, you hated basketball, so how you ended up liking the captain of the basketball team swerved you left and right.
lai guanlin, the tall kid that can throw basketballs in hoops without a miss, was the center of attention when it came to school. he was the star pupil and everyone wanted to be him, be with him, or be associated with him.
you thought it was all stupid at first. how someone could receive so much attention for just throwing balls….
RACH..... HIT ME UP WITH THAT "is that my shirt?" KLANCE
MAIRE HEY GIRL WHAT’S UP
“Is that my shirt?”
The table falls silent. Shiro’s spoon is halfway to his mouth, Allura’s hands are frozen in the air from where she was gesturing with her explanation about the next planet they were stopping on, and Coran is literally frozen mid-laugh.
Lance looks down slowly despite the fact that he knows what he will find. Which is him wearing Keith’s shirt. To breakfast. Where everyone could see. Where Keith would know.
And okay, Lance had definitely stolen his shirt on purpose. It was just… it was an impulse thing, okay? Keith had been in the training room, working out all his frustrations on the Gladiator with his dumb sword. Lance had been in the room too, practicing with his rifle, when Keith had just stopped and pulled his shirt over his head.
Lance hadn’t hit a single target after that.
He couldn’t keep from glancing over at Keith, being all good at everything with his stupid training. Not to mention his dumb abs and all that perfect, pale skin that went on for miles and–
Lance got up and left soon after that.
But on his way, he passed by the chair where they left their jackets. Keith’s shirt was sitting on top of his jacket, and Lance had stared at it for two seconds before he picked it up and carried it with him.
If Keith noticed, he didn’t say anything about it at dinner.
So later, when Lance couldn’t sleep that night, he slipped Keith’s shirt over his head and curled into his bed, breathing in Keith’s scent. He had slept fine after that.
He guesses that he forgot to change shirts because he was running late for breakfast this morning.
“Um, no?” Lance says. He can feel his cheeks and neck growing red.
“Yes it is,” Keith argues. His voice is somewhere between amused and confused, and then he’s reaching toward Lance to grab the sleeve of the shirt. “There’s a burn on it right here from when I was wearing it and working on Red a few days ago.”
Lance looks away from him. Everyone at the table is staring at him now. Hunk and Pidge are smothering laughter, and Lance shoots a weak glare at them. He turns his nose away from Keith and does his best to sound offended, “Whatever, Keith.”
It’s silent for a few seconds until Keith sighs, but it sounds like he’ stifling laughter more than anything. His voice is smug and light when he says, “If you wanted to wear my clothes, all you had to do was ask, Lance.”
If there was one thing Jack Morrison’s mother taught him, it was that being a good neighbor meant everything. It put you in the good graces of the people you may need to rely on if an emergency ever arose. It was a good lesson, but the fact remained that when a new family would move in five miles down the road from their farm, Jack had to haul all the casserole dishes around.
So he simplified the neighborly duties to peanut butter cookies.
In which Jack owns a flower shop and makes bomb cookies and Gabriel is a veteran wading in the consequences of his past.
Reality vs Expectations - Jason Todd x Reader AU!COLLEGE
“I’ll be here when you wake up” imagine with Jason Todd and a college! Reader please? Maybe like the reader is super stressed out with family and school issues? Thank you! 22 for Jason or Older Damian please?
“Please don’t leave me alone again” “I’ll be here when you wake up”
Feeling your body relaxe and stuck between a tight embrace “Morning Loverboy” you say turning to the owner of the arms. His eyes are still closed but still with a smile to you “Aww did I finally defeat big bad boy?” you joke and his lips curl to a chuckle “You always got me tired, princess.” and finally open his eyes. Giggling for the response he holds you tighter tickling you while kisses your face “Promise me we won’t leave the bed today” “We have class, Jay” “Screw class, let’s stay in. No one will notice” you let a laugh escape from your lips “No one? Yeah, if you’re talking about me. But a day without Jason Todd in campus this place will go riot.” He rolls his eyes annoyed “You know what it’s gonna happen if we leave this bed” he says with a serious frown. Unfortunaly you know, but you’re so tired, maybe you could take another nap. Jason notices and kiss you again pushing his face against yours looking deep in your eyes “Maybe you should take another nap” you shake your head. “No. No because I know what’s gonna happen” “It won’t” “It will” you feel the tiredness taking over your body. He strokes once again his thumb on your face before whispering “I’ll be here when you wake up, Y/N…”
You jump out of your desk widening your eyes and you feel the wave of hate and shame taking over you
“Now, you mind explain to us what I was just saying?” the old red head man stares at you under his glasses. You sit straight on your chair feeling every single eye of the room in you “I-I was asleep, professor.” you say with a raspy and low voice “What was that?” taking a deep breath you made yourself louder “I was asleep, professor. Sorry, it’s because of the finals” “Well, you won’t make it if you keep falling like this during the actual class”
You sigh after he turns back to the board. You look at your side and your friend Stephanie hand over a bottle of water so you could recompose. It’s been such difficult weeks, with your finals swallowing you, with your parents not stopping with the pressure for you get a new job and pay for your dorm, not leaving you alone since they were paying for a few months now and thinking that they own you again and all your projects for school being late. Ugh, it was so much easy when all you had to do was stand in your feet and everyone would cheer around you.
Walking back to your dorm it looked like you were a zombie, not actually looking for where you went but knowing how to get there was something you didn’t know how you did it, but it was extraordinary. Feeling the bag heavier than you, you stop at the middle of your way back and take some books off your backpack so you could carry in your hands in a attempt for not letting yourself pass out in the middle of the campus. But before you realise, you’re already laying your back in the grass with your huge books suffocating you in your chest.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry” you see a hand in your sight. Recognizing the voice, you blink slowly wishing that this wasn’t actually happening “Hey, are you okay?” Oh crap, now he’s on his knees looking straight at your face. You can’t breath ooooh boy this is not happening. He takes the books out of your chest quickly with one hand and with the other one pushing you up on your feet. For the love of sweet baby jesus, Y/N wake up dammit! “Y-yeah I’m fine. Thanks” you grin trying to look good about that but knowing inside you’re looking like a fucking idiot. “Yeah, the finals are really taking you out aren’t they?” he grins back and it hits you so hard that feels like a building crashed in your head. Oh no he’s moving, why he’s hands are moving closer to your face why what’s going on…? “You have uhm…” he notices the scare in your eyes and removes a little grass that got stuck in your head. You feel your cheeks burn smiling shyly “Yeah, thanks Jason” “Well now I am the one for feeling awkward for not knowing your name” The moment has arrived You dreamed about this for so long. You remembered every single romantic comedy you watched and try to follow the script from the most of them “Uh, yeah” you chuckle nervously “It’s, Y/N. Y/N L/N” “Well, Y/N L/N you should go rest. You don’t wanna fall asleep in class” He smiles again and you do a cringe face remembering “Oh god, yeah.” “TODD! ARE YOU COMING?” you hear a man behind you yelling for him. “I gotta go, but you make sure to stay healthy for your class arlright?” he doesn’t even look at you during this last sentence and rushes over his friends. Stay healthy what the heck was that? Is he trying out a new abercrombie slogan?
“Of course he was being polite to you, not flirting god get this out of your head” you say to yourself stepping in your room throwing your bag away. You knew it was true because that’s Jason Todd. The most popular and wanted boy from Gotham’s United University. It wasn’t even because he was super handsome and always walked with the most beautiful people on his side, but his kindness and being good in absolutely everything and everyone was what made him the dreamy boy. And also the guy who you been having dreams since third semester. He had talked to you before, back in the freshman year he asked you about what did you thought of the dorms and always offered you beer if you were on line to get for yourself at the partys.
“So, what are you into?” “You do know I’m a mirage from your dreams, don’t you?” “Yeah, but it’ll make me feel better” “You looked really pathetic there you know that?” “Ugh, shut up you’re just a image in my head” you push him over but he stops and grabs you locking you in a gaze “I could be real, you know?” “Yeah, but” “You don’t actually have to be scared. I’m a human being” And that lead for your loudest laugh ever “Are you kidding me?” “Y/N you don’t know what could happen!” “No Jason, I will not talk to you in real life” “I could be into to you, you never know” he push you back to the bed when you dared to leave “Sure, Jason. Be sure to stay healthy” and with that you pull away from him and open your eyes
‘Did I just actually argued with my dream?’
“Good god, I’ve been calling your name for a while here” your roomate Stephanie looked pretty dressed up in front of you “Are you coming or not?” “To what?” you groan leaving the bed and going straight to your desk with your books “Are you really staying over on a friday night when there’s a big party next door?” “Today is friday?” you really didn’t noticed how the week was gone like that “OH MY GOD Y/N” she pushes you away from the desk grabbing you by the shoulder “We’re leaving. You have 30 minutes before I post that photo of me doing your make up blind” “Steph, thank you for your concern” you gently rub her on her shoulders until she drops you “But what you see as a friday, I see that there’s only two days until finals. And I promise after that I’m all yours, okay?”
Steph is really worried that you are pushing yourself over the edge, but what she can do. So she just hugs you “If you change your mind and I really hope you do so…” and leaves you alone again
She wasn’t wrong when she told you that there was a part next door, because the music was so loud that you wonder even why did Steph bother to leave the room because it was the same thing as being actually there. But of course it had to bother you. You were reading the same page twice because you couldn’t actually pay attention. It was around ten and the sound was getting even louder. Groaning you decide to take a bath so you could head back but before you could relax, there was a strong knock at your door that you actually thought there was a breaking in. You run to get your bathrobe and answer the door furious. “What?” “Oooh, sorry princess” great, two drunk dudes and you were naked under the robe. One of them notices and lean closer the doorstep to smirk at you “We’re just wondering if you have a pizza phone” “It’s a phone from a pizza place, you idiot” a third voice comes behind them and you froze. “Don’t you see that the girl is a bit busy?” Jason Todd at your doorstep while you’re wearing a robe That only happened once and you were asleep He kicks off everyone from your door and turns to you with that stupid They Are Idiots smile “So, you’re not coming to the party, I guess?” “N-no” you try to sound as calm as possible “I well I’m trying to study but the music is too loud” “Oh c'mon, they say that you need to have a big relax before a huge test” “Who said that?” “I don’t know” he scratch his head in doubt chuckling “All parents used to say that” you chuckle back and he looks back at you with pity eyes “C'mon, It will be fun. If not you can just head back to your cave and do your naked study” “I wasn’t-!” you stop when you see him laughing more loudly. This is the moment when you die inside “I’ll see what I can do” “Alright Y/N, you do your business and I will deal with mine.” he leaves waving at you and you just stood there amazed. But actually you look like a truck has passed over you.
'Ugh I hate this place I hate being here I hate everyone’ was the mantra you kept telling yourself as you walked over the floor where the party was going on. And before you think, no, It wasn’t because Jason Todd stopped at your door and insisted you to go and remembered your name. You actually tried to go back to your books later, but there was too much screaming near your room. Jason Todd only helped 49% for your choice.
The dorm where you were was way too crowded but actually a lot bigger than the other ones, probably of some rich kid who could afford the expensive plan. You look all over the sides for Stephanie but it with so many people there it was a lot harder. Texting your location to her, you head to the beer. 'Of course there is stupid line’ you thought groaning “Hey pretty legs, come over” This. Is. Not. Happening. Jason was the one passing out the beer. Calling you by that. He.. Oh god You had the option of turning back to the door, but you didn’t made that far to ignore a beer and cut the line. Nodding to him embarrassed you go in his direction. He is just there with that stupid mr president of everything smile on his face handing your drink. You say thanks between your breath but he stopps you “Actually, do you mind in helping me out here a bit?” So you stay and have finally the chance to chat a bit. He’s from Gotham and he had a chance to take over his father’s company but he decided to Criminal Law on college. He has one older brother and two younger, one of them is Tim who he recalled was hanging out with your roomate. That’s how she got invited to this party at all. But after an hour of non stop conversation, he looks way over to the door and excused himself for a bit. You look where he was going and there was a girl there. Of course he wouldn’t spend the night there talking with you, he just wanted someone to take over in case he’s girlfriend could arrive You sighed and leave hearing a bunch of protests behind you of people wanting their beer. Soon enough you find Stephanie who was way over her head dancing. You kinda just stood there waiting for her to notice but she was to entertained by Tim.
You menaged to find the door after ten minutes of people getting on your way out. You never felt so annoyed. It was better head back to your room and try to make work out with you Self Dream Jason. Finally heading back to the hall and near the stairs you heard your name being called out. Jason was running in your direction in slow motion like a goddamn movie “Hey, where are you going” you put your hands in your pocket kinda of embarrased “Uhm, heading back home. This is not for me and I’m so not gonna spent my night with Steph gushing over your brother” you try to turn away but he grabs you gently by the arm “I thought we were having fun there” And that catch you in surprise “You are with your girlfriend dude, I’m not gonna spent the night as- "Woah, I know me and Roy may seem very close but calm down” he’s still smirking besides your annoyed face “I’m talking about the tall red head on your doorstep” He frowns his brows in confusion but right after he makes a 'oh yeah’ face. It was kind of cute “The red head is Barbara, and god forbbid me in getting even near her. She’s my older brother fiancée” You feel so stupid, you just slap your face with your hands realising “God, I’m so sorry” “No I’m not, now you gave me the yikes for the rest of the night” he takes a step back joking with you and you finally give him a laugh “I-You just left me there with a bunch of drunk idiots I thought- "Yeah, I’m sorry about that. It’s just I thought it was a urgent matter. I should have told you. I mean, you probably thought that the popular idiot drag you so you could be in his place as he made out with some other chick… Outch” Jason puts his hand on his heart pretending to be hurt" You cheeks burn a little giving away that it was true “I have other people for that. You I just called because I think you’re cool” “Yeah, what other girl would answer the door in her robe for?” you laugh but stops as soon you see his face “Don’t tell” “You’d be surprise” “Shut up.” “I’m sorry that I left you there, in that awkward situation” You nod and he smiles back at you. Your heart is melting over this guy “It would be awkward to ask you to come back with me?” “Ugh, I really don’t think I can go back to serve beef dudes and my hand kinda hurts” “NO! No” he laughs at you “I was wondering if you wanna go back to the actual party, you know… With me?” You think about twice and for a moment, standing behind him there was a mirage that you believed to be you dream Jason waving at you. But right in front of you, it was real. The real one standing he’s hand for you to catch him “Just please don’t leave me alone again” He smirks passing his arms around your shoulders “Not in my plans though”