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Sterek Underworld - The Rise of the Lycans AU: Over 1,000 years ago, Derek was born, the first Lycan able to retain a human form. Enslaved by Gerard, the ruthless Elder of the Vampire Clan, collared, beaten and belittled, Derek grows up with only one light in his life: Prince Stiles, Gerard’s ward. The two grow up together - fierce children, lonely children - who find companionship and ultimately love into one another. Their romance is forbidden, not only by their status as member of the noble vampire council and low slave and blacksmith. But also because the races are forbidden to mingle. In Gerard’s eyes, Vampires are perfection, and werewolves are no better than beasts.
But Derek is done being treated like an animal, used and abused constantly. He manages to escape, freeing a multitude of fellow Lycans, but unable to take Stiles with him. The lovers make a promise to meet again, but fate is against them. Gerard finds out about their forbidden affair. Enraged, disgusted, he doesn’t hesitate to have his own ward locked into prison, or to use him as the bait to recapture Derek. Torturing Stiles in front of Derek’s own eyes is sweet revenge for Gerard. Who is so driven by his insane need to keep the two races apart, that he doesn’t hesitate to chain Stiles, and to
let the dawn light
cascade on him
and
burn
him
alive
in front of his beloved, chained and helpless and screaming his throat raw, only a few steps away from Stiles.
Driven crazy by grief, Derek manages to wrench free from his bindings, steal the necklace that his prince always wore around in neck and starting what will be known as The Great War between Vampires and Lycans.

of course, by year 2011, Stiles in reborn in the town of Beacon Hills and reunited with his love, who’s been waiting for him, embittered and lonely, for all these centuries. That’s because I’m a sucker for angst with an happy ending.

Oh my gosh my original picture got 80+ Notes!!I can’t believe people like it. So I give you guys the cast of BNHA/Rosario Vampire.Also if you guys have any scenes you would like to see my draw I can do that. If not, I can figure out some headcannons. Click read more for details on AU. 

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Top thirteen cliche plots that I love:
  • The perfect utopia that turns out to have a deep, dark secret.
  • The ragtag band of misfits who all get caught in the middle of some supernatural nonsense and end up becoming a bizarre, loveable family that brings out the best in one another.
  • “We’re a secret race of supernatural beings or monsters who are feared by humanity, but we’ve gotta stop rouge members of our own from destroying you all anyway. You’re welcome.”
  • The small town who is suddenly cut off from the outside world by some kind of supernatural force or monster, and who must put aside their grievances with one another and save themselves.
  • The newbie vampire trying to figure out what to do with themselves.
  • “One of the people in this train/airplane/ship/tractor ride is a killer!”
  • The protagonist makes a seemingly reasonable deal with a charismatic satanic figure, only for the cost to steadily climb until they’re trapped in a nightmarish spiral of insanity.
  • The school for superheroes.
  • The supernatural creature who just became human.
  • The supposedly evil, horrific monsters in service to the villain are shown kindness for the first time and begin to wonder if they’re on the right side.
  • The only way to stop the monster is to let it take you, then destroy it from the inside!
  • The pet gets left behind and has high-flying, mundane-fantastic adventures trying to get back to their family.
  • “But unfortunately for them, X was a total badass!”
Big Questions and Theories for Steven Universe

My goodness Steven is such an unreliable character to investigate the world. Could the boy ask a single relevant question, just once?

I haven’t seen any posts in the fandom looking at what I consider the long term questions either, and at this point I don’t think we can assume anything in that show exists just for ‘storytelling purposes’.

I propose the following questions and answers:

  • Why, out of all the infinite possibilities in the universe, do Gems resemble human women?
  • Why are some of them pearls? Pearls are not a gem stone, they’re an organic secretion from an unwell bivalve mollusc. They only exist where they’re organic (carbon-based) life.
  • For a species that has no finite lifespan, who is the oldest one?
  • Gems are clearly a created species, going to great lengths to create more of themselves, but how did the first one arise? Who or what created that?
  • Why does a totally alien race speak perfect Human Language, even among members that have never interacted with Earth before talking among themselves?

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Film Review: Lucy

Dir. Luc Besson
Score: 5.4

Something there is in us that wants the most beautiful and accomplished members of our race to be somehow more than human. As if a person’s physical beauty and charisma – like the royals of ages gone past – suggests an altogether superior being, one of light and dazzle and super-heightened senses (probably). In this vein, it makes perfect sense that we continually peg Scarlett Johansson as an uber-human demi goddess. In the last couple of years, we’ve watched her as a Russian super-spy, able to dispatch an army of thugs while tied to a chair; a malevolent alien, luring unwise Scotsmen from Edinburgh streets and taking them to a shimmering black oil strip of death; and, now, in Luc Besson’s absurd comic-book-like action fable, as a woman suddenly able to access all of her brain’s capacity, allowing her to control matter, read minds, and manipulate waves of energy to appear on a TV screen a continent away.

She doesn’t start out like this of course. At first, we briefly see her as a flighty young college student studying and hard-partying in Taipei. She has evidently reproachable taste in men, because she allows her shady new boyfriend (Pilou Asbæk) to convince her to deliver a mysterious metal attaché case to the super luxe hotel of Mr. Jang (Min-sik Choi), a heavy-hitter in the Chinese underworld, whose posse of bodyguards promptly absconds with her. Before she knows it, she’s forced to be a courier for a new, powerful synthetic drug. True to Jang’s brutal style, his method of transport is particularly savage: He rounds her up with several other sad-sacks, has bags of the drug surgically implanted in their intestines and has them fly to international destinations all over the globe upon threat of great bodily harm coming to their families.

Things don’t go as planned however, after Lucy gets worked over by one of Jang’s low-level thugs, the bag ruptures in her stomach, sending a wicked amount of the drug coursing through her veins. Before she knows it, she’s able to learn languages, read light impulses and shoot a high-powered gun with flawless aim. On a path to both revenge and a sudden higher calling, she makes contact with Dr. Norman (Morgan Freeman), a scientist and professor in Paris, whose theories on the untapped potential of the human brain she finds “on the right track.”

Pursued by Jang and his men, she gets locked in a race against time trying to amass the rest of the drug taken by couriers in an attempt to go all the way and access 100 percent of her capacity before the drug ends up killing her, an event she figures to take no more than 24 hours.

Besson, whose films often sacrifice narrative logic and believable emotions for cartoon-like sparks and flashes, is absolutely in his element here, though, essentially, he has something of a philosophical treatise hidden not so cleverly in the intestines of an action thriller. Seemingly aware of the rather inert quality of his premise, he returns again and again to cut-away footage, with stock visual tropes (a mouse approaching a trap; a leopard stalking its prey; a primitive human building a fire) in order to bolster the visual punch, but none of it covers up the thinness of his plot, nor the film’s curious lack of fun or style.

Part of the issue is the lead-in gives us so little to work with as far as Lucy’s character, pre-genius. We know nothing about her or her life in Taiwan, and her transformation – which involves her suddenly rolling up and around the walls of a prison cell like something out of The Exorcist – doesn’t seem to particularly faze her. Part of this could be because her heightened intelligence allows her to see exactly what has happened and why, but part also is that, as she says, she feels “no pain, no fear, no sadness,” which, if you think about it, pretty much takes out the narrative drive and gives Johansson, ever the willing conduit, very little with which to work.

Curiously, for a film about someone exceeding normal human intelligence, it appears as if Besson was distracted from his own premise, stuck on the idea that achieving full consciousness would result, 2001-like, in a regression to the singular event that began our universe’s trajectory. If that sounds a bit heavy for an otherwise dopey shoot-em-up with a hot Hollywood actress, I can’t blame you. It’s possible, of course, that Besson is, like his fetching protagonist, somehow working so far above my primitive brain that I simply can’t follow his brilliance, but somehow I sort of doubt it.

I'm Not Good Enough

Is it only me, or does that statement seem ridiculous to you as well?  In fact it sounds like something that might be conjured up by an extremely unhappy five year old, which actually was about my age when I internalized those most painfully destructive feelings of being somehow not good enough.  I don’t know if I had words for it yet, but I definitely took ownership of the role.  So what would lead a five year old to arrive at such an admittedly false and unhealthy conclusion?  Apparently I was guilty of the most unpardonable crime of “choosing” a role model that obviously was quite unimpressed with my performance as his child.  Though I later discovered this was unfortunately not a unique situation by any means, it became all too clear that I could never please this large fearful godlike presence known as dad, that I so greatly admired and tried vainly to emulate.  Many years after I learned intellectually that the true problem was not my inadequacy as a member of the human race, but rather the fact that my father like so many other people simply was incapable of  appropriately expressing his affection, and as the old saying goes “threw praise around like manhole covers”.  Later still I understood that he too had been a victim of less than perfect parents and could give no more than he possessed.  I finally was able to forgive him and intellectually at least even understood the why behind his actions, yet for whatever reason, emotionally I remained forever fated to be not good enough.  Maybe one day these feelings will pass, and I’m not quite sure why I decided to write this today, as the truth is it almost certainly won’t be self healing.  Whatever the reason may be, it would seem that I’m either incapable of or unwilling to change my self image, yet I do somehow hope it might reach at least one other wounded child out there who may be dealing with similar feelings of inadequacy and/or self image issues.  Perhaps in reading this, they’ll see just how absurd and ludicrous this concept actually is, or at the very least understand and find hope in the fact that they’re not alone.  While not good enough may be a valid concept in certain situations such as being a professional athlete or for most of us even receiving payment for our writing, it isn’t necessarily a good reason for not trying, and I hope you’ll agree with me that it’s absolutely meaningless when applied to someone’s value as a human being.  Think about it for a moment, whatever your faith may be, most of us generally believe we’re the creations or perhaps even the children of something far greater than us.  Does it make sense to you that any sort of loving god would actually be that cruel, much less even willing to waste their time and effort in the altogether useless endeavor of creating inferior children?  As I said before, the very concept sounds ridiculous.  It is, and you may as well know the truth now, because like it or not, you dear child are indeed good enough.  I’ll close now with one of my all time favorite quotes.  While it hasn’t “cured” me, it has certainly helped, and if anyone out there needs to hear these words, please take them and make them yours, as they were shared with love both then and now.       

“Sometimes we ask for a hug from a man who has no arms.”
- A dear friend long ago

marzarelo submitted: 

I’m 31, and it has taken me a long time to figure myself out.  I think a large part of the reason it’s taken me so long is that I had no idea that asexuality actually existed until my mid-20s, and even then I didn’t really know much about it until more recently.  I still don’t think I’ve got myself completely sorted out yet, but finally I know enough to be certain that I’m asexual, and knowing that makes a lot of things make so much more sense. I never really realized there was anything unusual about me until I was in high school.  I mean, I knew I was

strange

 in several ways.  I was always the unpopular weird kid.  But I didn’t really start realize there was something fundamental about me that was unlike my peers until high school.  There were hints before then.  I remember in 6th grade when my friends started to talk about boys and crushes, and when asked who I liked I just picked a boy in my class who had never been mean to me and said I had a crush on him.  I didn’t think much about it at the time, because I was just much more interested in Ninja Turtles and Sonic the Hedgehog. In 7th and 8th grade there were a couple of boys who I knew had crushes on me and tried to gain my attention, but I awkwardly feigned ignorance.  I was obsessed with original series Star Trek, and all I wanted to do was read Star Trek novels and watch VHS tapes of the old TV episodes.  I told myself I was just emulating Mr. Spock, my favorite character, and dismissing romance and dating as illogical nonsense.  Besides, I was still too young to be worrying about things like that when I could be reading sci-fi and learning to draw cartoon characters instead. In my freshman year of high school I actually had a boyfriend for a while.  When he asked me out, I was so flattered that I agreed.  I didn’t see any reason

not

 to date him.  He was nice, and people were supposed to start dating at my age anyway, and just because I wasn’t really attracted to him

now

 didn’t mean I wouldn’t develop an attraction to him

later

, so I gave it a shot.  I never did develop an attraction to him.  He never pushed me for sex, but he wanted to kiss me and touch me and be physically affectionate, and it became more and more uncomfortable for me until I broke up with him pretty suddenly.  He was really upset, and I felt so terrible for hurting his feelings that I became physically ill and had to go home from school.  I felt so guilty that I got back together with him not long after that, but I remained somewhat distant until he eventually broke up with me.  It was a huge relief. After that, I found what I felt was the perfect excuse to turn away the few other boys who asked me out through the remainder of high school.  I’d taken an interest in anime and manga, and Dragonball Z was my favorite at the time.  My favorite character was (and still is) Piccolo, who is a member of a race of asexual aliens.  Even though the meaning was a little bit different than when it’s applied to actual humans in the real world (Namekians, as an asexual race, actually reproduce asexually), I picked up on the term “asexual” and hung onto it.  When a boy asked me out, it gave me a way to say no and explain that my rejection had nothing to do with me not liking him.  "I just don’t really like

anybody

 like that.  Just consider me asexual, for all intents and purposes.“  I didn’t know that asexuality was a real thing that human beings could be.  I thought maybe I just hadn’t met the right person yet, or my hormones hadn’t really kicked in yet, or something like that.  But in the meantime, I could liken myself to these fictional aliens I liked so much, and I was okay with that. Years went by.  I got through college without dating, figuring I was just to busy with schoolwork to bother with it anyway.  After college my lack of interest didn’t change.  I’ve never really been averse to the

idea

 of sex or romantic love.  I’m a pretty typical fangirl who I enjoys “shipping,” romantic fanfiction, erotic artwork, etc.  I like the

idea

 of all the things generally involved in a typical romantic, sexual relationship, but I’ve never felt a pressing desire to be involved in any of it.  I always thought eventually, maybe, I would find a person I was attracted to and things would fall into place from there, but it’s never happened. When I was in my mid-20s I learned the term “demisexual” from a fanfic, of all places.  I looked it up, and from there also learned that asexuality is actually a legitimate thing, and that demisexuality fell withing the asexual spectrum.  I was amazed to learn that the identity I tried to claim in high school was actually real, but at the same time I wasn’t sure I 100% fit within the real-world definition of it.  I thought demisexual seemed right, at the time.  After all, I was attracted to fictional characters and even a few actors I felt a connection with, and even if it was a one-sided connection, it still counted, right?  So I identified as demisexual for a while because I thought, since I did experience attraction, I couldn’t technically say I was 100% asexual.  I didn’t really talk about it beyond mentioning it in passing to a few friends, and once even tried to discuss it with my mom, but I didn’t exactly “come out” because I felt like it wasn’t important compared to some of the other issues going on with my family.  I just sort of kept it to myself, and carried on. Years later, I stumbled across more information about asexuality and also aromanticism, which was a term I hadn’t heard before.  I don’t know that I necessarily identify as aromantic, but in studying the term I became aware of something I hadn’t known before, which was that sexual attraction and romantic attraction are not the same thing and that, in fact,

aesthetic

 attraction is yet another entirely different thing.  Looking back now it seems obvious, and I don’t know why I never figured that out on my own.  After all, I would often use the word “sexy” to describe both an object like a fancy new kitchen stove or a person like Chris Hemsworth, because I felt the same sort of attraction to both, but that attraction didn’t actually have anything to do with a desire to have sex with either.  Once I realized that, though, I suddenly realized that I really never have experienced sexual attraction at all.  I’m not even certain that I’ve ever felt romantic attraction, either, at least not to an actual human being I’ve met in person.  All my life I’ve been mistaking aesthetic attraction for other types of attraction, and I’ve been asexual all along. The realization is two-sided, though.  On one side, I feel vindicated that my lack of interest in sex doesn’t mean that there’s anything wrong with me.  But on the other, I’m sort of sad to think that I may not even be capable of the sort of feelings and relationships I’ve always enjoyed reading about.  I guess right now I’m just struggling to change that fanciful “maybe one day…” feeling in the back of my mind to “probably never… and that’s okay.”

Thank you so much for sharing this story. It’s fantastic to hear from others in our community!

-Mod Sara