nothing else fit

FINISHED! Based on a super old fan fiction I wrote when I was 12… lol.  Not too keen on Ashelin’s Freedom League badge, but I didn’t want to fuss anymore with it so I left it as is.

There’s only one page for this comic, sorry! I don’t feel inclined to make any more than this because I prefer making original works nowadays. 



The wind howled through the valley, shrieking and crying over the hills, as Céilí stood over her daughter’s cot. Her baby slept in the cocoon of toys she’d made for herself, clutching a soft, worn muslin in her little fist, her face at peace and blissfully unaware of the rain battering against her window.

Céilí leant into the cot, gently easing her hands underneath the little warm body and lifting her. Effie shifted, gave a sleepy sigh, but she nooked into the curve of her mother’s neck, cuddling handfuls of black hair against her cheek, the feather-flutters of her breath on Céilí’s skin feeling like the brand of an iron.

She still had the baby smell, she mused, nudging the blonde curls with her nose, and wondered when she would outgrow it. Her hair would be longer in a few months, probably; Brigitte could start tying it soon, with ribbons or bows or something nice.

The tears that had been burning her eyes began to roll down her cheeks, and for all of the downpour outside and Effie’s shifting sleep she did not wake to her mother’s sobs.

They sat in the rocking chair for a long time, Céilí clutching onto her daughter like a rope through a storm, her wracking cries echoing around the dimly-light nursery. A crack of lightning streaked across the sky, the flash behind the curtains illuminating the room for half a second, a bone-bleached snapshot of a family breaking apart.

Effie stirred and opened her eyes, grumbling softly into her mother’s neck at the disturbance. “Shh,” Céilí soothed, stroking her back. “It’s ok. Go back to sleep.” The lump caught in her throat again. “It’s time to sleep, little one.”



Something about this moment always felt a little jarring to me and it took me awhile to put my finger on it, why Anakin’s line of “you’re the closest thing I have to a father” rung so false to me.

And what it wound up being was two things–one, they do not act like father and son in any real way (right here, Obi-Wan’s reaction is to point out how Anakin doesn’t treat him like a father at all), they’re far more like an older brother/younger brother in terms of traditional family dynamics, but also–if that were true, Anakin wouldn’t have sought out Palpatine’s presence as a (grand)father figure so hungrily.

If Obi-Wan was a father figure in Anakin’s life, why was he seeking out Palpatine fill that role instead?  Why does he say that here, when nothing else fits with the dynamics of a father/son relationship?  Why would Anakin frame it that way, when it doesn’t feel that way at all?



Palpatine would know that the Jedi Master/Padawan pairings aren’t inherently father/son dynamics (they often can be, but that this one wasn’t, they were too close in age for that or simply that Obi-Wan wasn’t acting like a father to him), knowing that Anakin would think he wanted that.

So he suggests that Obi-Wan is the closest thing Anakin has to a father, under the guise of that kindly grandfather act, that, oh, you must forgive him, he’s the closest thing you have a a father, isn’t he?, and encourages Anakin to frame it that way, knowing that Obi-Wan would shut it down and it would come across to Anakin that Obi-Wan was rejecting him.

Palpatine deliberately suggested framing it that way, knowing it would drive a wedge between them, because he knows that Kenobi is an obstacle in his path to dragging Anakin down into the dark.


I wanna make a diss track for Madeleine. Who wants to see that? Also, what exactly do you want me to diss her on? Give me ideas! 

Overwatch characters with D&D classes, subclasses from basic player's handbook, races, subraces , and alignments:

I will use a few commonly used custom races like half elemental and warforged as well as a few common custom classes like gunslinger and artificer.

Also I will try to only use human occasionally if nothing else really fits. And I’ll try to include a short description of why I picked the race/if they’re half elf detailing how the choose you’re own ability increase is assigned.

Anyway hope you enjoy.

Nuetral good
Warforged (I know he’s a cyborg but most of him is robotic so I’m counting him as warforged)
Way of shadow monk/Assassin rogue

Chaotic good
Half elf (for bonus CHA and points into probably STR and DEX)

Soldier 76:
Chaotic good
Half elemental (because he’s biologically enhanced. Not sure which subrace he’d be though.)
Champion fighter

Chaotic neutral
Half elf (bonus CHA with points into DEX and INT)
arcane trickster rogue

Lawful good
air half elemental (for pretty obvious reasons)
draconic bloodline sorcerer (with multiple feats put into armor and weapon proficiency gains)

Chaotic evil
Fire half elemental (to partially explain his abilities colors and because he was part of the same program as soldier 76)
eldritch knight fighter

Chaotic good
Half elf (for bonus CHA and points into DEX and WIS)
Conjuration wizard

Chaotic good
Mountain dwarf (yeah you knew this was coming)
Artificer (with feats into weapon and armor proficiencies)

Lawful evil
High elf (intelligence and DEX boost would make sense for her)
Hunter ranger

Half elemental (again I don’t know what subrace air? Fire? Water? Earth is the only one I think I can rule out.)
Beast master ranger

Neutral/Chaotic good
Warforged (no explanation necessary)
Battle master fighter with one or two levels into druid

Chaotic evil
Fire half elemental (because he’s always on fire and never hurt by it)
Evocation wizard/Fiend warlock

Neutral good (I’m going by their in lore personalities not in game play styles)
Stout halfling (I know she’s much taller than halfling height but otherwise I think it fits)
Circle of the land arctic circle druid

Lawful good
Goliath (he’s enormous and the STR and CON increases make sense for him)
Oath of vengeance paladin

Lawful neutral
Goliath (same reasons as Reinhardt)
Oath of vengeance paladin

Lawful good
Warforged (again no need to explain why)
War domain eldritch knight fighter (with a heavy focus on abjuration rather than evocation)
Neutral good
Half elf (CHA increase because she is able to have a very successful streaming career with points into DEX and INT/WIS the DEX is necessary for fast reaction time and INT/WIS for in game skill)
Maybe a specialized artificer with a shield guardian made into a mech? I honestly don’t know

Chaotic evil
Orc (maybe half orc, I’m not sure)
Berserker barbarian

Lawful good
Bugbear (closest thing to gorilla we’ve got)
Abjuration wizard maybe?

Chaotic good
Human (nothing else I could think of really fits)
Hunter ranger

Lawful good
High elf (seems like an ok fit with the plus to INT)
Life domain cleric

Chaotic good
Human (again nothing else I could think of fits that well)
Valor bard

Lawful good
Warforged (sorry I know all the omnics are warforged but robots are still robots in D&D)
Open palm monk

Lawful neutral
High elf (falls into high elf arrogance and INT increase)

s/o to nonbinary people with identity issues

to those who cant seem to “choose” one identity/label

to those who can only identify with “queer” because nothing else seems to fit

to those who get and feel invalidated by others

you are important

your identity is valid

your queerness is valid, always

it’s okay if you used the wrong label. it’s okay if you got two or more things confused and are only figuring it out now. it’s okay if you’re unsure of a label but want to adopt it because there’s nothing else that fits better, or because it just feels comfortable.

labels are only here to help us understand ourselves better and to make things easier. it’s okay if you mess up. it’s fine if you got it wrong. it’s cool if you keep getting it wrong. you’re not hurting the aro community by switching, going through, or confusing labels. you’re allowed to explore yourself as much as you want, as deep as you want, as long as you want.

Saiyuki: The Return of the Sanzo Ikkou 

THE BOYS. ARE BACK. Clean version of the cover of the pre-guide book released prior to the launch of the new “Saiyuki Reload Blast” anime. Returning to TV screens (and now streaming services) after 13 years, the original bad boys are back! There was possibly nothing else more fitting I could name this scan. I’ve been a long time fan of Saiyuki and it’s one of the main reasons I became a scanner over 10 years ago. Just LOOK AT THEM SMILING. Yes…ALL OF THEM, EVEN SANZO!

I can’t express in words how exciting it is to see Sanzo, Goku, Gojyo & Hakkai (and hey, even little Hakuryuu) back in action. The story may still have a long way to go, but remember, it’s not about getting to the end, but the journey to the destination. So let’s take it away to the beginning of this new leg of the journey and more Saiyuki scans to come.

If re-posting please credit to “flowermiko” at Tumblr or Twitter.  DO NOT UPLOAD TO ZEROCHAN. Thank you and enjoy!

The Signs As Reasons People Take AP Courses
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Aries:</b> Your mom said you had to.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> To boost your GPA.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> To avoid taking a final.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> You qualify for a fee waiver so why not? <p/><b>Leo:</b> Your friends are in the class. <p/><b>Virgo:</b> To get cheap college credit.<p/><b>Libra:</b> You didn't want to take the regular class.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> You're actually interested in AP Environmental Science. <p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> An advisor encouraged you to. <p/><b>Capricorn:</b> To put it on your resume or college applications. <p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Nothing else fit in your schedule. <p/><b>Pisces:</b> To avoid a specific assignment (reading The Scarlet Letter, dissecting a fetal pig, etc). <p/></p><p/></p>

sterek week (2016 edition) ▷ day 7: lyrics and quotes 

This is a formal goodbye
to all our could have beens

if you stayed a little longer
(but you didn’t)

If you loved me a little harder
(but you didn’t)

If I held you a little tighter
(but I didn’t)

If you asked me to leave with you
(but you didn’t)

Now we are both missing a piece,
our hearts never quite broken
yet never quite fixed.

                              I never knew how much I loved you until you left. // c.h.

man, but, if there’s one thing sana and eva have major opposite views in, it’s music.

eva’s all about those loud party bangers and her playlist is things ranging from lana del rey to marina and the diamonds and selena gomez and ariana grande. pure pop, feel good songs that make you wanna get up dance.

sana’s all head bops and songs that get you pumped up, but in a more mental way. her playlist is shaped up to look like 2pac and kendrick lamar, beyonce and drake. songs that have a simple beat, but its the lyrics that are the definers.

so when they’re both together, god, the music becomes such a topic of controversial opinions. 

“no eva that’s too loud,” “eva how can you listen to this?” 

“sana this is some heavy stuff man,” “sana you honestly listen to 2pac? even now?” 

but then there’s times, like when eva’s dancing to dangerous woman by ariana grande, and sana catches the way eva’s body moves. all slow and rhythmic, and sana’s heartbeat increases,

or sana’s having a practise session of basketball with dna by kendrick lamar on, and eva’s watching the lithe way sana’s body moves, all fast reaction times and hand eye coordination, and eva’s heart feels like it’ll burst with pride,

that they both realise why exactly they listen to the music they listen to, and why nothing else would quite fit them as much as the choices they have for their own reasons.

for focus, for feeling good, for motivating, for enjoying, for becoming serious, for letting loose, for portraying emotion, be it anger or wanting to feel determination or happiness and feeling sensual.

and so, maybe, just maybe, it’s nice. variety. being their own individual person, complete, whilst complementing one another, in being together too.

This sprung from me thinking about all Dean’s charms/jewelry in season 1 and about Sam in the pilot (”Not normal. Safe.”) and became quite long and the usual pre-Stanford sad. It’s mostly brother feels and Sam disagreeing with John.

It starts with the amulet.

(It starts in Sioux Falls, when Sam asks Bobby for help making Dad something for Christmas — Sam was thinking he could carve a whistle, so the next time they went camping and Dad lost them in the woods they could just call — and Bobby gives him the glowering little necklace charm and a leather cord, says it’ll help keep John safe. Safe from what? Sam wonders, looks around and sees the world grow darker and more menacing, danger in every waitress’s long fingernails or each gas station attendant’s friendly smile. A few weeks later Dad leaves the journal behind; and then Sam finally knows.)

He watches Dean put the amulet on and thinks, safe, breathes the word in and holds it in chest. He wants to hug Dean, then, throw himself into his big brother’s arms and hang on, but Dean is nearly fourteen and Sam is nine and hugs are for babies or for the times Dad comes home bloody with beer on his breath and squeezes Sam so tightly he thinks his ribs will crack. (It’s another three years before Sam realizes Dad would never have used the whistle, not when he’d intended all along to leave his boys in the woods and track them silently to see what they’d learned.)

Of course, Dad comes back and finds out that Sam knows, yells at Dean for telling him and yells at Sam for snooping in things that don’t belong to him. (Dad used to bring him along to victims’ houses, before Sam knew what that meant, taught him to check out medicine cabinets and rifle through women’s purses for clues. Last year, Sam caught Dean picking pockets and made him teach Sam how it’s done. Snooping, Sam thinks, is just the Winchester way.) But Dad also seems to decide that knowing means Sam is old enough to be left on his own, a loaf of bread and money for groceries and the bus on the table, Pastor Jim’s number taped to the phone and a bag of rock salt by the door.

Dean doesn’t look too happy about leaving Sam alone for the monsters, but Dad grips Dean’s shoulder and says, “C’mon son, time you carried your weight like a man,” and Dean’s whole face lights up brighter than Christmas, barely stays long enough to ruffle Sam’s hair and tell him to be good before he’s racing out the door. Dad thinks Dean’s a man, now, and he must think something good about Sam, because he never realizes that the first few times they’re gone Sam shoves all the bedspreads and spare towels under the beds so nothing else can fit underneath, leaves the light on in the closet and spends the night in the bathtub surrounded by salt, holy water in one hand and .45 between his bony knees.

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