really need to be more inventive

Ideas for non-combat encounters/events

For when you want some variety for your tabletop RPG.  These events will also give your players a chance to use character skills they don’t often have opportunities for.

  • Natural Disaster - Have the town the PCs are in catch on fire and see what they do!  Do they cut their losses and run?  Do they heroically try to save trapped townspeople?  What do they do about the aftermath?  Natural disasters are an interesting challenge because there can be lots of danger and drama without necessarily having a villain.  It may also get your PCs to use skills they don’t commonly have a chance to.  You could also try floods, earthquakes, raging storms while at sea, etc.
  • Powerful Fortress - Put one of your party’s goals in a location where they won’t be able to prevail through combat alone (Example: a fortress where they are vastly outnumbered).  Your players will have to rely on either stealth or guile (or both) to accomplish their goal.  The pacing of such events can be frustrating to some players, but few sessions are as rewarding as a creatively executed heist or infiltration.
  • Dangerous Crossing - Give them a dangerous physical obstacle to overcome.  A canyon, or a raging river, or quicksand or an old battleground littered with traps and mines.
  • Festival - Have the PCs encounter a festival or tournament!  With lots of contests! This could be a good opportunity for them to build their fame and fortune (especially if you allow gambling).  Some of my favorite sessions have involved festivals.
  • Entertainment - Put the PCs in a situation where they have to entertain someone.  What do they come up with?
  • Letter - Have one of the PCs receive a letter, either from an NPC they’ve dealt with before or from someone involved with their backstory.  This is a good way to make the consequences of their actions seem more real.  You can also use it to introduce new plotlines/sidequests.
  • Crafting Challenge - Put the PCs in a situation where they need to craft something in order to accomplish their goal.  Maybe they need to make something in order to fix a mechanism?  Or in order to satisfy some local gift-giving custom?  Or they need a forgery?  Maybe as part of an exchange for something else they need?
  • Lost and Found - Have your PCs discover someone or something that is clearly lost.  Maybe they find an infant in the wilderness.  Or a key with a strange inscription, or some kind of talisman.  Throw in a clue or two to present your players with a tantalizing mystery.  
  • Inhospitable Wilderness - Have the PCs go somewhere it’s an effort just to survive.  A barren desert, a treacherous swamp with poison gasses, a forest so dense the ground never sees the sun, or even the bottom of the ocean.  Test their endurance and survival skills!
  • Dinner Party - Have the PCs be summoned to a formal event!  Test them on the battlegrounds of social grace and etiquette!  Even better if it’s in a dangerous environment or an alien culture.
  • Thief - Have something important stolen from the PCs.  See how they handle it.
  • Needle in a Haystack - Give the PCs something very difficult to find.  Like a single specific housecat in a sprawling metropolis, or a legendary weapon of which there are many fakes/copies.  

Really, if you need any more inspiration, look at your player’s character sheets and see if they’ve invested any points in a skill they haven’t gotten to use much.  Then invent a challenge they could feasibly use that skill for.  If you can’t think of a situation that could be helped by an Appraise, Craft: Calligraphy or Handle Animal check, you need to practice your own creative problem solving skills!

anonymous asked:

Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.

Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead. 

On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it. 

In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern. 

The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead. 

It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost. 

“It was just a joke, quit being so sensitive.”

“They used the wrong pronoun, big deal.”

“So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse.”

Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony. 

People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin. 

People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them. 

You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.

What I love more than anything about Brooklyn Nine-Nine is how nice all the characters are. And we’re always told that nice = boring, but they’re not boring at all, even though they’d do absolutely anything for each other. I mean Gina’s the meanest character on there and she’d still give her friends her own liver if they needed it, she’d just criticise them really inventively while she did it.

Maybe other shows that think they need to make their characters dark and edgy to attract an audience should consider just becoming better writers?

Summary of TAZ discourse today

(Let me be clear I am likely to come across as defensive of taz in this)

Here’s the primary source of the controversy. Originally, preview images of the comic adaptation of the adventure zone showed it was going to portray all three main characters as white. New preview pages of the comic with revised designs were released today. (For the record, I am not 100% sure how much the Mcelroys are actually involved in the comic making process?)

So now we have; one pale skinned character, one dark skinned character and one character with non-human skin color. The brothers have made it clear that these design are not canon and there are no “canon” appearances for the characters (If you feel like that is also a bit of a cop out, thats fair tbh). A lot of people were unhappy for several reasons. 

- There still could be more poc representation.

- “We wanted dark skinned Taako and you give us blue??? wtf is this??” (Again, I can see why people read this as a lame cop out)

- Some people feel really strongly that Taako needs to be canonically Latinx because of the running gag of his name sounding like taco which has grown into him having some connection to inventing tacos. (Griffin has discussed his anxiety about this, and I think he is in a lose-lose situation. Having Latinx characters named taco and chalupa would probably create even more backlash)

- A lot of people have decided that giving Taako blue/green skin makes the design anti-semitic. (It takes some deep ass digging to figure out why green skin is antisemitic? But apparently the green skin+long nose+pointy hat look came from anti semitic stereotypes back in ye olde europe)

And then there are a couple things from the newest episode.

-There is a long-ish romantic scene were Barry Bluejeans and Lup become an official romantic pair. Some people aren’t happy about a straight relationship getting a lot of time, or think that the lgbtq relationships in the show didnt get a comparable amount of time. (For the record, Lup is a trans woman so Blupjeans is straight, but arguably still lgbtq representation)

-At one point Justin does a bit where Taako is reciting inspirational quotes from famous people and attributing them to himself. During this, Coco Chanel gets quoted and some people are pissed on account of Coco Chanel being a MEGA-Problematic person in a number of ways. (I am anticipating that Justin will figured out he goofed and publicly apologize bout that)

IDK what I am even going on about tho… I think for me the bottom line is its totally okay to be disappointed about some of this stuff. BUT there has been a lot of black and white “if the Mcelboys arent saints then they must be VILLIANS” stuff going around and??? Yeah they have made mistakes out of ignorance but have always shown a desire and willingness to take criticism and improve themselves. I mean, maybe they only act like they care about representation for the sake of pleasing there primary audience. But if someone seems to be trying as hard as Griffin is to do right by minority groups, I really think we should try to maintain our civility when they mess up and give them a chance to improve themselves.

But hey, then again, I could just be cutting them too much slack cause I enjoy TAZ. That not implausible. 

anonymous asked:

do u know any good supercorp fan fics

do i ever (these aren’t in any particular order, but they are all complete. i’ve got a whole separate rec list for wip fics if you want it)

  • Oblivious: kara danvers getting jealous of herself for getting to make out with lena is so relatable (lena dates supergirl to make kara jealous)
  • heroism is a full time job: who doesnt want to live with lena honestly??? (protective custody au)
  • the way we mend: domestic! incredible! im gonna cry! (fluff! fluff! fluff!)
  • exception: do u need some musings about love in your life? well ive got just the fic for u! (romance! romance! fluff!)
  • i’ll be there for you (in your darkest nights): fix-it fics have fixed my soul (fix-it fic)
  • I Always Want You: this made me ascend into another plane where everything is okay and life is Good and Nice and Gay (harry potter au)
  • inevitable: i cant believe kara just failed at inventing lying. i cant believe im kara (supergirl reveal fic)
  • when all is shaken: im the one shaken after this fic wow (hurt/comfort)
  • Something to Write About: this is most definitely something to write about (kinda social media au?)
  • Sunlit Honey and Lavender Sunsets: catch me screaming about this fic forever! oh my god! i love jess! i love this fic! aaah! (jess-centric fic!!!)
  • (Super)Man’s Best Friend: im the dog that kara just straight up randomly gives lena (dog fic!!)
  • such unruly heads and hearts: so um i lied this is the one wip on this list because honestly it Changed Me and literally invented the concept of love (harry potter au)
  • negotiations and commands: ever imagined what life would be like if we had gotten krypto in that pod? now u dont have to just imagine it (dog fic!!)
  • Her Brother’s Keeper: i literally cried more than five times while reading this. holy shit. im thinking about it and crying again (angst and fluff and Wow)
  • Did we do that?: theyre so cute! i cant handle it!! theyre s o c u t e!!!! (domestic)
  • no more ferris wheels: i hate ferris wheels too but i love this fic!! (strangers go to a carnival au)
  • Drunk Puppy: i also talk about lena’s eyes when im drunk so this fic really speaks to me (kara appears at lena’s office drunk)
  • For as Long as You’ll Let Me: i cant believe kara just invented support and comfort (hurt/comfort)
  • somewhere i have never travelled: this fic travelled straight into my heart and saved my life from canon supergirl (character study/au)
  • Don’t Let Her Go: protective cat grant? And supercorp? u better believe it!!! (love and cat grant that’s all i need to say)
  • Puppy Love: this fic? cured my depression, made me love dogs even more than i already do, watered my crops,, (dog fic!!!)
  • sun is gonna shine above: ive said this multiple times now but this fic also made me cry several times. and yes i cry a lot but seriously!! this fic!! is so good!! (supercorp with kids au!!)
  • Almost.: fun fact! lena luthor is a nerd who thinks about kissing kara 24/7 i cant believe this is canon (romance romance romance)
  • The Enchanted Florist: its so gay and so touching and i cried reading this one too (lena goes to a flower shop)
  • pain: look i know im ending a fic rec list with a fic named pain but i swear itll only pain u with how good it is (soulmate au)
Why I Love Taryon Darrington

It seems like Tary will sadly be leaving us soon as one Mr. Shorthalt has dramatically re-entered the scene. During his brief (in real time) stay with Vox Machina, he became my favorite character despite his perhaps unwelcome first appearance. Over the course of their adventures, Vox Machina, though still a hilarious and lively group, became jaded and somewhat unhappy with the ways of the world and the choices they had made in their lives. Tary burst onto the scene and made them remember whats great about being a hero and how lucky they are to have great friends and this loving family.  

Honestly I do not think Sam was planning this character very carefully. Something along the lines of I want a funny character that’s very weak and has support magic so that VM can stay fairly well balanced. Then he was thrown into it unprepared and just mad it up as he went and it turned into this beautiful character who represents many of us in the community who have never really seen ourselves as heroes in fiction at all, let alone high fantasy. Just like VM, Critters fell in love with Tary once they saw that he was weak and only pretending at confidence. A friendless kid who read and read yearning to escape into their books and ride away to a happier place. Dreaming of being respected, wanted, needed by anyone. Feeling that familiar loneliness and the ache of old abuse from fellow kids or families, Tary’s ability to be the hero he dreamed of fulfills a fantasy many of us harbor in our hearts. That’s the whole reason why we watch and play Dungeons and Dragons after all. Tary also fulfilled the dream of many to be an unapologetically openly gay adventurer. To stand up to his family and demand that they love him just as he is.

Though he intends to return to his family soon, he has brought compassion and happiness back into Vox Machina. Despite his vanity, Tary always believed in the NPCs they encountered and just wanted to do the right thing. Despite the fact that this is clearly based on naïveté, it reminds everyone that you do not necessarily need to use cruel means to get the job done. Kind of like having a small child around, Tary made everyone want to be a little bit better to live up to his glorified impressions of them.

On a more personal level, his blatant admiration of Keyleth as his immediate singling out of her as the leader made her feel confidence in her power and her journey that she had never previously been able to fully muster. He thought super highly of Percy both because if his enormous admiration for his mechanical genius but also because Percy was his first real friend. Tary saw only kindness in Percy and his inventions which was a really new thing for him. Percy, though not yet fully, has started to be able to see himself as a kind and likable person. Although Vex was cool at first, she saw herself in Tary once they got to know each other. Most obviously his need for love from a cruel father, but also his love of money, fashion, and freedom. A very unexpected side effect, Vex learned to trust another more than than her own brother sometimes. By helping Tary, Vex, like Percy, found the kindness and mercy she had been searching for within her self.

I will be very excited if Tary does stick around for the Ank’horrel arc to witness this pyramid scheme, although it would make things very tricky for Sam. Also it seems like this arc is just the tip of the iceberg leading into a series of climactic events in the series. Either way, Tary has left Vox Machina and the Critical Role fandom better than when he came and will continue on to improve his family and his town with his charitable actions. Despite his occasional ditziness or arrogance at his core Tary is truly a sweet and generous charter and I am so glad for the joy he brought to the last few months of Critical Role.

A Trying Day

When they’d finally broken the silence it wasn’t done easily, with whispers or even normal tones. Rather, they’d destroyed it with complete and utter chaos.

Pidge was yelling and mashing Black’s controls to look for coordinates or some kind of tracking or any clues whatsoever (to no response), Hunk burst into loud tears, and Coran had started yelling over the comms system, asking what was going on and was Shiro really gone? Within a few dozen ticks it died down again, but the Paladins’ exhaustion from their draining battle had vanished. Everyone looked to the princess.

“Allura,” Lance asked quietly, “what do we do?”

Allura didn’t know the answer. She simply continued to stare at the empty chair, the bayard left in the controls, certain that she had never felt so tired in her life.

After a few moments Lance took pity on her. He pulled the bayard out and handed it to her. When she glanced up at him, surprised, he said, “You should probably hold onto this for now. Keep it safe.”

He didn’t have to say the second part of that sentence – they were all thinking it.

Keep it safe, because Shiro might have died to get it.

She took the bayard and swallowed. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never heard of…something like this…”

Keep reading

Keith works out, Lance ogles happily, Pidge tries to analyze the nature of their PDA ... she swiftly regrets all the things.

Some very kind people have sent me some very kind asks and made me feel better about being sick lately — and suddenly, my fingers were doing a thing on the keyboard? This thing, specifically? Just, everyone is so very nice, and I hope you like this silly little one-shot about silly space boys :) (Special shout-out to the anonymous person that called out this idea before I posted! Such amazing psychic powers! :D)

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“But seriously, if my calculations are correct — shut your mouth, Lance, they are always correct — then Keith is initiating fifty two point seven percent of the times you make me want to invent brain bleach.” Pidge pauses to push her glasses up her nose. “Keith, care to offer some insight into this?”

“No.” Keith resumes lifting weights. Really, discovering the Castle’s weight room was one of the worst things that could have happened to Lance — now his boyfriend split his free time between training simulations and tossing around heavy things/running on treadmills. 

The Red Paladin had become a gym rat. The Blue Paladin was not surprised.

Also, Keith didn’t need more muscles, as Lance didn’t need that kind of heart attack. Even if watching those biceps strain was … nice.

“My boo is just too hot to trot for my banging bod,” Lance says proudly, flexing his own (not quite as big but still very impressive) biceps.

Keith stops lifting weights so he can face palm. Pidge stares up towards the heavens in supplication.

“That’s going in my notes as one of the top five worst things you’ve ever said. Maybe top three.” Pidge actually takes out her computer to write it down.

Keith, with his face still buried in one hand, points with his other and says, “I don’t know if I can kiss that mouth at all today. That was horrifying.”

“Fifty two point seven percent, querido,” Lance cheerfully reminds him. “Ain’t nobody buying what you’re selling.”

Keith shoots Pidge a despairing glance. “I mean, was the pining that bad, really? Would it be so terrible to go back to that?”

Lance has taken a seat directly across from Keith, lifting a set of weights (they were barbells with rocks on either end — Coran had said something about how one could alter the density, thereby making them heavier/lighter, but Lance had immediately gotten distracted by challenging everyone to a weight lifting competition and somehow it ended with Hunk bench-pressing Lance and Pidge, and Shiro trying to throw Keith over their heads? Lance still doesn’t quite understand what happened there).

“I feel like the reason Keith is macking on me in public more is because he’s kinda into the fact that he can,” Lance explains, grunting a little as he tries to mimic Keith’s moves. “I mean, the pining was so real — he had been staring lingeringly at me from afar for so long, and now it’s like, free pass to grope all the time.” Lance winks at Keith, who is venturing to peek at him from between his fingers. “Because you do. Have a free pass. To grope. Put your hands any —”

“I know.” Keith lifts his weights with relative ease, a small smile pulling on his lips. “And yeah, Pidge. Maybe that’s part of it.”

“Part of it?” Lance asks, somewhat breathlessly as he switches arms since his right one was starting to ache from the effort. “Dude. All of it. Your thirstiness is not to be denied.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, jotting down a few more notes from her perch on the jungle gym (like, with actual vines for swinging and bouncy giant lily pads — Lance could not get over how cool Alteans were). “Believe it or not, I actually came to that conclusion on my own — Keith is now thirty six point four percent more affectionate with everyone, not just you, Lance.”

“That’s … really sweet,” Lance says, feeling vaguely proud of both himself and Keith. The idea that he’s making Keith more willing to show his love to the rest of their space family … It’s a little humbling, and a lot of awesome. He can feel his cheeks heating up.

The weights Keith had been lifting are now on the floor as he walks over to Lance, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Lance is grinning at the flash of a still slightly soft tummy (Keith has muscle definition, but there’s a small bit of cushiness around his middle that Lance really loves). Lance stops grinning when Keith suddenly drops into his lap, straddling him on the bench without any warning.

“You’re forgetting something key, Pidge,” Keith is saying, glancing over his shoulder at the Green Paladin, who is looking annoyed and amused in equal parts.

“All right, enlighten me.” Pidge grimaces. “With as little trauma as possible, if you please.”

“I think I’m gonna expire in a minute here, Pidge, mi hermanita querida, would you please spare me the humiliation and not witness this? Keith, whatever it is that you’re thinking —”

Keith covers his mouth with one hand, and Lance tries to speak past it, yelling his objections into the palm of a fingerless glove.

“See, notice how he can still talk?” Keith tilts his head in Lance’s direction, speaking with infuriating calm. “It’s a bit of a problem sometimes. But —”

The hand is gone. Lance is pissed off enough to start shouting, “Hey, you jackass, wail till I —”

Keith’s lips are on his. His mouth falls open automatically, and Lance sort of loses the thread of … reality. Pidge whips them both in the head with a towel, which is when his wondrous boyfriend pulls away, leaving Lance gaping, licking his lips, and contemplating if he should still be irritated.

“Efficient, no?” Keith asks, his dark eyes glinting.

Pidge is glaring at him. “Except for the brain bleach aspect. Which I am going to go work on now. With Hunk’s help, he is one hundred percent behind me on this. There are cameras in here, by the way, not that that’s ever stopped you …” She gets up and walks out, though not before ruffling Lance’s hair and saying, “You’re such a goner, hermano.”

When she’s gone, and Lance is left with nothing but a smug Red Paladin sitting on his thighs, he huffs, jabbing at Keith’s chest. “So you’re kissing me to shut me up most of the time?”

“Not most of the time,” Keith admits, his smirk easing back into a smile. “But Pidge would have probably gagged if I told her the main reason.”

“It’s not the ‘can’t resist my stellar good looks’?” Lance pouts. “That’s a little disappointing.”

Keith presses a quick kiss to his mouth. He’s flushed from exercise, but Lance swears his cheeks get a little bit darker as he speaks, “It’s because half the time I think I’ve made up this whole stupid thing, okay? We got together at a freaking ball. There was a duel involved. And dancing in fancy suits.” Keith waves his hands around for emphasis before crossing his arms. “And we still argue like … It’s fine, but it feels like before sometimes, so I just … need to make sure it’s not. Like before.”

Lance follows these words until he understands where they’re leading and then … He’s blushing, and smiling, and pulling Keith in closer. “You … you need to make sure this is real. That you didn’t … dream it. Because … I’m that good of a dream, huh?”

Keith groans, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. “Crap. Okay, backtrack, I never said anything, especially not that stupid, sugary pile of —”

“No, no take backs!” Lance sings. “I … sometimes have the same problem. So, uh, a good chunk of my forty seven point three percent contribution is exactly that.” He smiles up at Keith once the Red Paladin pulls back and sits up straighter in Lance’s lap.

“Yeah?” Keith leans down, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers against his mouth … which is when a painfully loud alarm goes off, and they are simultaneously soaked in freezing water as sprinklers kick in. Lance shrieks. Keith falls backward off his lap to the now slippery floor.

“You have rooms. Go get in one!” Pidge yells over the Castle comm.

“Please!” That sounded like Shiro’s voice, a little distant from the microphone.

Lance is laughing and shivering, and Keith is back to being mortified, but they adhere to Pidge’s wishes (who knew what she might pull next? Lance wouldn’t put it past her to space them at this point), and take off running. Keith yanks Lance into the gym’s showers.

“No cameras in here,” Keith says, raising an eyebrow. “And I need a shower anyway.”

Lance is rendered speechless. He wonders if this counts as part of Keith’s fifty two point seven percent of PDA. He wonders if Pidge is all-knowing. And then there’s a shirt coming off, and warm water pouring from a shower head, Keith kicking off his shoes from inside the cubicle. Lance can’t think as Keith’s hands reach for his shorts … and then pause.

“Yeah, so you just wait right here — you can take your turn when I’m done.” Keith grins and slams the shower door in his face.

Lance wonders if there’s a way to flush a toilet on a space castle to turn the water into a frigid torture. He says as much out loud, kicking lightly at the door.

Keith is laughing, and Lance may or may not adore that sound more than any other in the universe, except for his mom’s affectionate scolding … So, he decides to wait until the Red Paladin is done and then do his best to up his percentage. Forty seven point three percent simply will not do, Lance thinks to himself with a goofy smile.

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Random one-shot after Objects in Motion? I think so :) If y’all wanna read about the ball, duel, and dancing, head over there. Thank you to all the wondrous people who have been so awesome to me! You’re all way too amazing for words, but I hope you guys enjoy these above words as a random “thank you!” :D

steven universe ask meme.

“Go for it, bro!”

 "Wow! Everything’s changing!“ 

"Who’s terrible idea was this?" 

"No… how long was I out?!”

 "You know I can’t handle it when you cry like that.“

 "Do you remember this place?" 

"I get mad at myself! It’s what I do!”

 "I’ll fight you, and show you how bad I am!“

 "You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You think that I’m just a big mistake!”

“What’s a chicken?" 

"Oh! I get the joke now!" 

"You are an experience!" 

"You were the one good thing that came out of this mess. I always thought you were proud of that." 

“It’s too late! I don’t believe you anymore!”

“Isn’t it remarkable? This world is full of so many possibilities.”

“How are y’all doin’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I could rave to this.”

“Why do you look like that? Why are you so weak?”

“I don’t get what you’re planning, but look! Your base is taken! Your armies are ruined! You have failed!”

“STOP SINGING!”

“Looks like another waste of my time.”

“They kept you prisoner. They used you. This is your chance to take revenge! Come on… Just say yes.”

“You’re pointing that shield the wrong way. She’s the one you should be afraid of.”

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.”

“It’ll be better this time. I’ve changed. You’ve changed me. I’m the only one who can handle your kind of power.”

“Please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed. And if we win, we can never go home…”

“I thought… haven’t we… is this not how it works?”

“Who cares about how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”

“But you are supposed to change! You’re never the same, even moment to moment you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are.”

“Arrggh! Why do you keep destroying my things?!”

“Go ahead, wreck this place! See if I care, I already got what I needed!”

“You really think this is the end? HAHAHA! This… This is only the beginning! …Of my escape!”

“Oh my stars, you’re gonna harvest me?!”

“I’m gonna die here.”

“Yes! Feel my unbridled rage!”

“I can tell you with certainty that there are things on this planet worth protecting!”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this place, and I could probably fix the hole that I made with my giant robot.”

“What’s the problem? You’re the one getting all the good stuff! You’ve got the propeller and paint cans on your side!”

“H-2-Oh my GOSH!”

“I carried you while you took a nap.”

“I… I thought violence would be the answer.”

“You have a lobster on your butt.”

“Yes, the children are playing swords. Sorry, playing with swords.  They are bleeding.  Oh no, they are dead. Don’t call again.  …Sorry, I panicked.”

“That’s a lie. Your middle name is cutie pie.”

“It was a maelstrom of destruction and death.”

“But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist. Love takes time, and love takes work. At the very least you have to know the other person… And you literally have no idea who or what I am.”

“Get open, get honest, invent yourselves together. That’s fusion.”

“I’m not as strong as you think. I-I fell apart over this…”

“You’ll know when I’m joking.”

“I blame the cows.”

“You don’t understand! Just leave me alone.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s stay on this miserable planet, together!”

“I’m done being everyone’s prisoner! Now you’re MY prisoner! And I’m never letting you go!”

“Can’t you see? I can’t stop, not for a second.”

“For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they’re not. No matter where I go, I’m trapped.”

“I really thought I would be living alone here.”

“Don’t put me in charge! Oh, sorry. I mean, y-you shouldn’t trust me with the boat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not putting that on my body.”

“What we had wasn’t healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!”

“I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!”

“You can’t outrun me, we both have short legs!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget: reckless, vulgar, loud-mouthed. That’s just what makes me so awesome!”

“In the ring, nobody can tell me what to do! And if they try, I HIT 'EM IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!”

“You can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage.”

“I swallowed a rock.”

“I’mma win a airplane!”

“Are you trying to kill him faster?”

“I can fit! Which way to the baby war?”

“Now we’re gonna bury you 'til you’ve learned your lesson!”

“I’m not gonna let you stand there and remind me about everything I hate about myself!”

“I never asked to be made!”

“I’m just an embarrassment to you!”

“Oh man! I think my favorite round thing was in there!”

“I need everyone’s constant approval! I need to loquaciously converse so I can show off how smart I am.”

“Humans should just stop wearing clothes… be a lot funnier.”

“If you’re trying to flush yourself down the toilet, it won’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Homegirl knows we’re gonna beat her into a pancake.”

“You didn’t need me at all…”

“Care to explain what one of my swords was doing in your room?”

“We want to stop all wrestling everywhere! Are you going to let us destroy all wrestling? Eheheh.”

“Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time.”

“Is water just hydrogen and oxygen “mashed together”?”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.”

“You have to feel like yourself! Sweet and considerate, and only occasionally obnoxious!”

“Just today you were crying about snakes.”

“There are… different ways of being strong.”

“I’m so sorry… I almost got us killed..!”

“Humans just lead short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they’re a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world’s problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone’s control.”

“I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean often.”

“Everything I ever did, I did for her. And now she’s gone. But I’m still here.”

“That could have gone… a lot worse.”

“You always say you’ll be the crocodile, but you never commit!”

“Have the shirts come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!”

“Do you understand that cartoon show?”

“I don’t get tired; I get results.”

“I just wanted to share a few more victories with you!”

“Look! I was right! My plan worked perfectly.”

“Oh, what’s 200 years between friends?”

“Please! Tell me! How can I make you forgive me!?”

“Confident and secure and complete… You’re perfect… You’re the perfect relationship… You’re always together… I just—I wanted to be a part of that…”

“We leave for one second and everything goes off the rails!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll build it bigger, stronger, we’ll add SEATBELT!”

“Ah, sunset. My favorite time of the day… The sun goes down and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky…”

“I can’t just start listening now, I’d be lost! Just like my pants…”

“THAT’S UNUSUAL!!”

“Will you help me into my Birthday Suit?!”

“Try to act like a rich duck.”

“Fire Salt! Burn! Burn people!”

“None of you are the handsome one! I’M the handsome one!”

“I’m gonna bring the ocean back… or get really thirsty trying.”

“I have to protect you, what if somehow you get hurt? What do I do? I don’t want that for you.”

“Pizza rain! …But no pizza clouds…”

“You gotta take this online quiz: “Which Crying Breakfast Friend Are You?”!”

“Are you insecure about your relationships and how you’re perceived by other people?”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?”

“Some day soon we may be fighting some really bad guys, and when that day comes, I wanna fight with you! Together! So please… Won’t you share this jam with me?”

“Wow! You’re so articulated!”

“Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! I thought you wanted to have a fun time but– Everyone’s been acting awful too! It - It just came with us. I don’t understand! Is it… is it me..?”

“We found a seeeecret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you how even if you ask nicely. MYAH.”

“Awwww! You’re like… an angry little slice of pie!”

“Wait! I have a better idea that doesn’t involve destroying the house!”

“That isn’t a very sound business practice.”

“Sweet, two doughnuts! One for me and one… for… uh, me.”

“I thought this was a dance party. Why isn’t anyone else dancing.”

“I don’t wanna hear anything you say, unless it’s “sorry”.”

“You’re choosing to take it personally.”

“Can’t you see I’m completely engulfed with rage.”

“But we made him feel like it was his fault. I keep looking into the future, where all of this has been solved, as if it doesn’t matter how you feel in the present. No wonder… why you think I don’t care!”

“You honestly think I’m not upset about what happened? I just wanted to do the right thing…”

“This is… not what I saw! I don’t know what happened, I-”

“All I wanna look at is you.”

I have something to say.

When I was in elementary school, we had a holocaust survivor come to talk to us about her experiences. Before she left she said something to us that I never forgot. She said “No one person can fight for all causes at once. Putting concentrated effort in a few causes is better than putting the barest of effort while trying to cover them all” And she challenged us to pick 3-5 causes that we will spend our lives fighting for and learning about and commit to them as best we can.

Of course the context was such that it was clear that if there is a Major Event occurring which needs immediate attention, definitely hyperfocus on that. But the point that she made still stuck and I think that in this current environment its wise to think about your activism in this way.

As children of the information age, we pride ourselves on being able to know the most up to date information on everything around us. Its easy to get overwhelmed when you know that there are so many causes to fight for and so many people and things being desecrated or hurt. In most cases, being overwhelmed creates anxiety that leads to inaction. And inaction is something no one needs.

Let us look at ourselves and look at our values and each choose 3-5 things that we want to make sure we become knowledgeable about, and 1 thing we want to fight for, then focus our energy on them at Maximum Intensity. Now….of course all aspects of oppression are irrevocably linked. I talk about that on here all the time. But more potent activism on your few causes lets you have the focus you need to really make waves.

You care a lot about the environment? learn about fixing it. Invent something. You care about healthcare? Put your all into saving it. You care about politics? vaguely consider becoming a politician. Acknowledge that there are other issues at hand, and that they require work, but focus on your causes. Make these next 4 years count in regards to the issues you feel matter the most.

If you see one of your causes has a huge amount of people fighting for it and they seem to be making good headway, find another cause that seems to be flagging and needs a boost. Keep your causes down to 3 - 5. If you don’t have time or energy, lower that number to 1-2 but increase your vigilance on those 1-2 things.

If we work together and focus, we can make sure things get covered without succumbing to intellectual exhaustion or depression.

We are a huge generation. We are smart, we are creative, we are resilient. We come up with ever increasing solutions to many many problems that were once thought to be unsolvable. We are so empathetic and brave and strong.

We can do this.

Krypton was incredibly technologically advance compare to Earth right?  When Kara came to Earth, even her elementary knowledge of science and technology that she learned on Krypton is far far ahead of humans. But it wouldn’t do well do be consider a genius because she’s suppose to blend in, so blend in she did. she hid her knowledge. 

Then she became a reporter and got sent to cover a science conference. so she’s there as this newbie reporter from CatCo, and she starts to engage with some scientists. when she first introduce herself, they were all expecting the generic question every common person asks, but nope, Kara can’t help it, it been so long since she has a scientific debate (She doesn’t really talk with Alex or Eliza about it because maybe they took the hiding things too far? idk but she doesn’t) and Kara can’t help wanting to engage these scientists in long through-provoking debates that is so stimulating to her and also helps her remember Krypton

and these scientists were not expecting this unknown reporter from CatCo of all places to be asking them hard hitting questions and to understand their jargon and to even suggest ways to make it better, to get better results, to bring up theories and example that pokes holes into their ideas. words quickly spread throughout the conference about Kara, this random journalist  from a non-scientific publication, who is able to keep up with their jargon and theories and inventions, who asks questions that points out the flaws so they can make it better

From then on, Kara keeps getting invited to many other conferences, and the scientists living/visiting National City keeps trying to set up lunch and dinner with her to talk to her about what their working on and to hear her insight. Scientists are like fighting each other to get a chance to debate with Kara, and Kara is just really happy she gets to remember Krypton in this way, and also she gets to help humanity by helping steer the scientists in the right direction.

Kara also becomes the go-to reporter whenever scientists wants the world to know their work and new inventions, or when they need the public attention so they can get some more funding. 

anonymous asked:

Hey again are you busy because when little-skelebros was updated a month ago so just checking

*twiddling thumbs*

So……… … … . .

I’m trying to think how to word this, because I’m really wordy and I wanna be concise, but also not come off rude or like belittling?

When I say I’m busy, I guess I mean to say “I’ve got better stuff I’m doing”, but when I say that, I’m not necessarily trying to say that: the stuff I’m doing is better than Lil Skelebros. It’s more like it is better for me.

Here’s a quick lil tidbit about Lil-Skelebros: back when Undertale had recently been released and gained some traction in gaining a pretty big following, I was there to hop on the ride early on and got all swept up in the excitement of the fandom! So much so, that when the idea of “What were Sans and Papyrus as kids?” started popping up, I jumped onto that idea without much hesitation (cause I have terrible impulse control that still trips me up to this day lmao) I had no plan, no real intention of it getting so story centric, none of that, it just… Happened! I was so excited and so entertained by running an ask blog, it was “shoot first ask questions later”

I had no idea it would get so popular, and when it did, I felt a moral obligation to start making it more story driven. So I tried, and did for awhile, and set myself up in more regard and put more pressure on myself than anything. I even started the patreon to support it as a way to keep me motivated.

Sad to say, as the fandom’s spirit started fading out (folks I followed who were big producers of fanart began moving on or otherwise disliked Undertale as a result of the strange shift in the vibe the fandom gave off) I kinda started fading as well in keeping up with Lil-Skelebros.

I dunno, some part of me felt guilty for keeping it going even when I saw so many folks just start leaving UT or criticizing the fandom and all this and that, it still kinda haunts me and I don’t know exactly why. Not like I had any involvement, in fact, while folks on this side got tired, I was already exploring another portion of the fandom and started up a “””secret”””everyone fucking knows who I am/was and it’s funny how I try to pretend to be someone else and can’t fucking hide it–sideblog(s) for other… niche… content (I’m sorry, I’m just so so sorry)

To put it short: I found other things to enjoy at another part of the fandom.

I tend to not like to say I have that big of involvement with fandom, because I’m adamant about steering clear of it as to enjoy the content for what it is and not let others blind my clear love for the source material, so… I just have learned to tune out the bullshit and the arguing in favor of just having fun and doing whatever I love to do.

ANYWAYS, I find this new aspect to which I enjoy more, and gain some friends and following who also enjoy those things with me more, and they’re more personal things so like I’m always too nervous about bringing them up on this blog, which is why I made the separate blogs to keep that content off this one. Cause lord knows I remember trying way back when, and that blew back up at me instead <:,D made me feel real bad and ashamed, nervous and timid to share those niche interests.

Though having a separate blog for this content gives me a safe out to be sure I’ve got the best of both: SFW content going on here to be enjoyed by many, and the other/nsfw content going there for me to enjoy as well as be enjoyed by others too!

Where this is all leading to is this: I feel spent on Lil-Skelebros, it was something I have taken so much responsibility on, and I really don’t get much benefit from it other than recognition and satisfaction. And sadly, I’m no longer getting satisfaction from it. By that, I mean I’m not enjoying creating and producing it as much as I once did when I first started out, it’s such a chore now. I tried to start up patreon as a way to kickstart my motivation for it and for maybe other projects, but… I’m kinda at a loss with it all. I want patreon to be a more giving thing than just “comic updates for a comic I don’t even enjoy”

My creativity is elsewhere with this other side of the fandom I’m hinting strongly to. I feel more free creatively and feel a little more original there too.

Lil-Skelebros is nothing novel to the fandom: a story on how Sans and Papyrus grew up and came to be, and how Gaster comes to be, and maybe just a little of what happens after Undertale ends off. I’ve outlined the story, I’ve even thumbnailed/scripted Chapter 1, but it just doesn’t feel worth it to me, not when I don’t enjoy it. Sure maybe this could be my swan song to the Undertale fandom should I feel close to being done with it and wanting to move on… But I’m not ready just yet, and I wanna focus on this other thing I got going, as well as revise my outlook on how I handle my patreon.

I don’t wanna delete the blog for all the progress, but I will probably reblog this post as a way to update folks on the deal and formally apologize for all the promises I did not fulfill.

I don’t know what else to say other than “sorry”, because at the same time… I don’t wanna feel bad for something I’ve been doing on simply the whim of it. I enjoyed doing it, and I won’t forget it, nor do I regret it. I just have my attention focused elsewhere.

I hope folks don’t mind too much, I’m not gonna delete Lil-Skelebros or really proclaim it “cancelled”, maybe… I just need to wait for the itch to come back, or for when I’m ready to start moving on from the fandom, and would like to grant the rest of that story just before I decide to finally leave it and have the story rest in peace…. cause i mean if anything id like to see what all these other stories that are going conclude to so that I know what’s been done and then can maybe divert away from all that and try doing something a lil more inventive/original by the end of it HAH

I appreciate all those who followed it, and I hope to share more content here so that ya’ll don’t think I’m dead LOL

anonymous asked:

Any thoughts on the season 6 finale episode titles? Most people are already assuming this is it for the show because of the "Final Battle" thing, but I feel like it has more to do about the arc coming to an end, as has been said it will be happening this season, and not about this being the series finale.

I think the curse will be broken - it’s only half broken now - and they’ll need another season for the aftermath, considering everyone thought the curse was broken in season one. Working on a more elaborate post on that.

You know, there is one battle really raging in the fandom and it’s this one.

The battle for Emma’s heart. This isn’t something the fans invented. Regina and Hook have fought over what’s best for Emma on the show. They’ve been set up as rivals… and it started when Hook showed an interest in Emma. If you’re going to conclude a story, I imagine it’s going to be dealing with something like this, where the stakes are high and there are two teams. People are invested in this, why wouldn’t they leave it for a big finale? It’s a derby!

In all the books I’ve read about storytelling, the lowest point comes right before things start looking up. Emma’s still on the darkest path she could have chosen.  If the marriage happens in the episode before the final battle… I’d say that is your lowest point. The darkness before…  a dawn I for one am very ready for.

ShAmy : The “Best OTP ever” Progression
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Raj: Uh-oh. She wants to meet us.

Howard: Not us. Him.

Raj: Yes, but him doesn’t even know about her.

Howard: Well, him about to find out about her.

Raj: Really? Us gonna tell him?

Sheldon: Who’s going to tell whom about what?

Howard: Sheldon. Hey.

Raj: Hi.

Sheldon: Your surprise confuses me. I live here.

Howard: Right. So, listen, what are you doing tomorrow afternoon?

Sheldon: Be more specific.

Howard: Four thirty.

Sheldon: That’s not afternoon. That’s preevning.

Howard: What?

Sheldon: It’s a time of day I invented. It better defines the ambiguous period between afternoon and evening. Preevning. I’m fairly certain it will catch on as it fills a desperate need.

Raj: Right, okay. What are you doing tomorrow preevning?

Sheldon: Well, tomorrow’s Saturday. Saturday night is laundry night, so I’ll be spending the preevning pre-sorting and pre-soaking.

Howard: Okay, what if I were to tell you, tomorrow, at 4:30 you could meet a woman who has been scientifically chosen to be your perfect mate?

Sheldon: I would snort in derision and throw my arms in the air, exhausted by your constant tomfoolery.

Raj: But it’s true. But we-we put all your vital information into this dating site, answered all their questions just like you would, and they found a match for you. Her name is Amy Farrah Fowler.

Sheldon: Please. Even assuming you could answer any question the way I would, the algorithms used by matchmaking sites are complete hokum.

Howard: And that’s exactly the answer we gave to the question, what is your attitude towards online dating”

Raj: Howard wanted to write mumbo jumbo, but I said no, our Sheldon would say hokum.

Howard: Well, come on, where’s your scientific curiosity?

Sheldon: Well, most of it is being applied to unravelling the secrets of the universe while the rest of it’s wondering why I’m having this conversation with you.

Raj: Okay, how about this. Even Spock had a date once every seven years.

Sheldon: He didn’t date. It was pon farr. His blood boiled with mating lust.

Howard: Okay, well, why don’t you start with a cup of coffee, and you can pon farr Amy Farrah Fowler later.

Sheldon: I don’t drink coffee.

Howard: All right, you can have a hot chocolate.

Sheldon: As I will not be engaging in this nonsense, my choice of beverage is moot. But for the record, I only drink hot chocolate in months with an R in them.

Howard: Why?

Sheldon: What’s life without whimsy?

Howard: Okay, I’m out.

Raj: Sheldon, I’ve hidden the dirty sock from the roof somewhere in your apartment. Unless you are willing to come with us to meet this girl, it will remain there forever.

Sheldon: You’re bluffing.

Raj: Are you willing to risk it?

Sheldon: Curse you.


3 x 23 The Lunar Excitation

I’m Not Ill pt.2 (k.th asylum!au)

//Trigger Warning and Disclaimer: mentions of mental illnesses, physical abuse, and light mentions of death. Any medical brands used are of pure fiction //

Summary: Taehyung shows you a room Jackson forgot to mention.

Words: 3 500+

You came back the next day. You didn’t get much sleep since you spent the night wondering about Taehyung. You even kept Namjoon up with you, talking to him on the phone. He knew Taehyung, but refused to talk about him. 


“Listen, Y/N. He’s really… intense. Hard to read. Whatever you call it. I’m pretty sure he’s nice. I mean, I haven’t met him yet, but from what you’ve told me, he seems like a decent guy. He just needs to recover. Uhm, get well and all that.” Namjoon told you. He hadn’t had any sleep for the past few days, and you weren’t helping. 

“But Joonie” you whined. “What did he do? Why are you all keeping secrets from me?”

“Aish, you’re so stubborn. I swear, you’ll be allowed to see the patient files after a few days. You just need to get used to your job first. Tend the patients. And remember that their history doesn’t define who they are right now. They’re getting better, okay? They’re healing.” Namjoon said, yawning at the end. 

You bit your lip, thinking about what he said. You thought about Hoseok and Yoongi, how they seemed to have nothing wrong with them. You thought about Jungkook, how he kept pacing around, as if someone’s going to pounce on him anytime. And lastly, Taehyung. His bubbly personality. His boxy smile. How he acted roughly against the guards, and vice versa. 

You could hear Namjoon continuously yawning at the other end, and decided to let him have his sleep. “Okay, Joonie. I trust you on this one.” you say before hanging up.


“Y/N!” Jackson called after you somewhere in the lounge. The first task they gave you was to man the front desk, and you have been doing that for about an hour and a half now. Luckily, it wasn’t a busy day, and no one visited yet. Which was sad, since you were sure the patients there had at least one relative who cared.

Thrilled to finally do something different for once, you rushed over to Jackson, leaving the counter to a co-worker whose name you’ve known to be Lisa. You were starting to warm up to the staff. Well, mostly to those within your age group, but that’s still a start. 

You walk over to Jackson, seeing Taehyung next to him. They were on the couch, and you noted the absence of Yoongi. Hoseok sat on the same table he was in when you met, Jungkook beside him. Even the mysterious girl wasn’t in her corner.

“Hey, Taehyung wants to hang out with you today.” Taehyung gave you a shy smile. Compared to yesterday, he looked more calm now. You smiled back at him. “Well, I want to hang out with Taehyung too.” you say as Jackson gets up. You took his place and sat beside Taehyung. 

“I’m really sorry about yesterday. Did I freak you out? I’m sorry if I freaked you out.” he rambled, eyes widening, worry evident in his features. He started nibbling on his lip. You were surprised by his sudden shift in attitude. 

You patted his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Taehyung. You didn’t freak me out.” The familiar grin crept back on his face in an instant. He threw your arms around you, crushing you with a hug. 

“Ah, I knew you’d understand. And call me Tae instead. Or TaeTae. Or whatever you want to call me. We’re friends now right? Wah, I’m so happy.” He squeezed you, and your eyes almost popped out. You chuckled lightly with him, patting his back. “Okay, Tae. Just uh, loosen up the hug a bit please.”

He obliged, looking up at you, his smile never leaving his face. “What do you want to do?” he cocked his head to the side. You haven’t really thought about that. You didn’t want to play Word Search, and you weren’t too sure if they had board games, much less if that’s allowed. You didn’t want to disturb Hoseok who was trying to get Jungkook to stop chewing his sleeve. 

“Oh, I know! We can go to the garden.” Taehyung got up, dragging you with him. “We have a garden?” you asked. Jackson didn’t mention anything about having a garden. Taehyung nodded vigorously. He dragged you up the second floor, and led you to a room with a ‘Come Inside for Fun’ sign. The sign itself didn’t look official, just half a folder with the words scribbled on using marker and crayon.

Jackson had a lot of explaining to do. Maybe you just missed the room, but he did say that the first five were vacant. But you trusted Taehyung enough to not harm you. Namjoon’s words rang in your ears. 

“Their history doesn’t define who they are right now.”

“Yeah, we have a garden. I made it myself! Well, Bwi helped me, even though V was opposed to it but…” he trailed on, whispering the last part. Before you could ask any questions, he spoke up again. “Do you like it?” 

You looked around the room, your jaw dropping in awe. All signs of it being part of a mental hospital vanished, except for a sign at the side that said: ‘Play nice’. But aside from that, everything else looked more colorful. About half the room was full of drawings. 

The walls were stuck with bond paper showing different plants, mostly flowers. Some small post-its hung from the ceiling with glue. Some had short messages on them, others having more drawings. Different colored beanbags were on the floor, and there were two light pink tables on either side of the room. Each one had a cup of crayons and markers. Next to one, was a filing cabinet covered in stickers. 

“Taehyung… you did all this?” you asked, still in awe. “Most of them. Bwi helped me, and so did Jungkook, and Hobi, and I even got Yoongi-hyung to write on some of the post-its.” he beamed. You smiled widely at him. “Tae, it’s beautiful.” You smiled, truly meaning it. It was a pleasant change after seeing boring white walls all day. 

He jumped on one of the beanbags. “Wanna add more plants? I can help you make one. I’d be honored if you added to our garden.” he looked like such an energetic puppy, always looking at you as if you descended from heaven itself. “Sure.” you just felt like smiling all day. 

Suddenly, Taehyung jumped up again. “I almost forgot. Wait here.” he said, running out the door. Gingerly, you stood up again. You went to one of the walls to take a closer look at the drawings. 

They were messy, but the different colors used made it look vibrant. You could compare it to a child’s work, but that just made it more adorable.You noticed some names signed on the corner of each one. Most were Taehyung’s. The more organized drawings had Jungkook’s name on it. You saw some of Hoseok’s too, his style similar to Taehyung’s. This place just kept on surprising you. Still, you noticed an unfamiliar name, the recurring ‘Bwi’. You wanted to ask Taehyung about that, but decided to keep your questions for another time. Again, following Namjoon’s advice.

“I’m back!” Taehyung burst in, tackling you with another hug. “I brought this. It’s where I get my plants.” he gently nudged a book at you. ‘Botany: Exploring the Wonders of Nature’. If it weren’t for Taehyung, you would’ve rolled your eyes. This book brought back bad flashbacks of your science class in high school, But despite that, you took it and scanned over the pages. 

The book was rather personalized. Some of the pages had been written over with blue crayon, and most, if not, all, of the illustrations were colored in. It made you like it a hundred times more. “We found that a few months ago. I was super bored, and I had nothing to do, so I decided to make my own garden. Jackson helped us put this up.” he gestured to the whole room. So Jackson did forget to mention this.

“Anyway, just flip through the book, and tell me if you like something. Or go invent your own. You can do anything you want. I’m so glad you’re here with me Y/N!” he grabbed your hand and swayed it around, while your other hand balanced the book. “Tae, can you help me choose? They’re all really beautiful, and since you’re more experienced, I need your guidance.”

He nodded, plopping down on the floor and pulling you with him. You landed on his side, giggling. You held him upright and opened the book in front of you. Taehyung started flipping through the pages, skipping over most of the herbs and leaves. “Oh, how about this?” he pointed to a small drawing, colored over with red and black. 

“Poppy flowers?”

“Yeah! They’re really cute, we like them so much. Do you know that painting by… aish, what was his name? Van- something.”

“Van Gogh?” 

His eyes lit up at the name. “Yes! I love that! Bwi does too.” He ran his thumb over the paper and looked at you. “Well, let’s get to it then.” You couldn’t think of any reason why he was in the eighteenth room. He just seemed like a harmless child.

You decided to color on the floor. The cup of crayons was in the middle, and you were each working on your own paper. You kept passing awkward side-glances back and forth, and Taehyung just looked so cute while he colored. He even frequently peeked at your drawing, checking if you needed help.

His tongue stuck out a bit on the side. One of his legs was stretched away from you, and his head was tilted. Then, he jerked his head towards your direction. His action surprised you, and you quickly looked back at your paper. “Y/N-ah, we’re so happy! Thanks so much. Also, uh, why don’t you add more stems? And let’s add a bit of yellow!”

He moved closer to you, your shoulders touching. You colored in silence, with Taehyung occasionally saying ‘Jjang!’ and ‘Wah!’. You laughed at his silliness, and as he was scribbling in a yellow poppy, you couldn’t help but ask. 

“Tae, who’s Bwi?”

You haven’t seen all the people in the ward, and you were sure Jackson wouldn’t forget to mention a patient. So you though maybe Bwi was a nickname he gave to a nurse or to a friend. “He’s my friend. Along with V, but V doesn’t like it when I talk to other people.” he ended with a frown. 

“What? Why not?” He just confused you more. You were right about the friend part, but you haven’t seen Taehyung hanging out with anyone else aside from Jungkook or Yoongi. He just shrugged. 

“It’s done!” he said, cutting off your thoughts. He looked over at your drawing. “You’re also done?” You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. He stood up, both drawings in his hand. 

“Ah, our magnum opus, or something like that. Whatever that spider said in that one book.” he got some tape and put it on the paper. He handed your drawing to you and held his own. “Something tells me you like reading books, huh?” you grinned at him. You slowly walked by the walls, finding a spot to put your ‘plant’ on. He pointed to the center of the wall.

“Over here?” you asked. You moved over to the spot and stuck your drawing there. He then proceeded to put his beside yours. “It’s really pretty! Oh, and to answer your question, no, I don’t read. But Jungkook does. He reads to me sometimes when we’re bored.” he stood in front of you rubbing his hands together. You took his hands into yours. 

“Hey, thanks for bringing me here. I really appreciate it.” he nodded again, the boxy smile on his face. “We can always go here. You’re always welcome. And we can even drag Jungkook in here too. He’s really shy though, and it might take a while before he warms up to you, but still. You have me though!”

“Taehyung?” Yoongi stood at the doorway, squinting his eyes. He gave you a blank look and turned to Taehyung. “Hey, I need to borrow you from-”

“Y/N! This is Y/N.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “She’s my new friend, and she’s really nice-”

“Yes, you’ve been talking about her since last night. She looks really nice.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist gently. “It’s uh, meds time.” 

Taehyung made a face, and it showed nothing but pure disgust. “But I don’t want to. They can’t make me!” he pouted, crossing his arms. He looked at the floor, avoiding the older boy’s gaze. “Tae, you need to.” he said firmly. Yoongi looked at you, silently pleading for help.

“Hey, I’ll be there. I’ll accompany you.” you said in your most soothing voice. He loosened his arms a bit, but the pout was still on his face. You took his arm and slowly led him out the room. Yoongi followed behind you, his hand on Taehyung’s back. “You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Y/N now, would you?” you heard Yoongi whisper. Taehyung weakly shook his head. 

“Kim Taehyung?” a nurse approached you. He seemed snobbish, a bored look on his face. Behind him was a cart, full of medicines and bottles of water. He held a clipboard and he was checking something off the list. Taehyung still had that look on his face. He wanted to be anywhere else but there. Medicine time was the worst for him.

“Venlaflamine, Sertione, wow, it’s a miracle that you’re here.” the nurse sneered. He took out two pills and a water bottle, and handed them to Taehyung. Taehyung just stared at it. His hands were on his sides, and he didn’t look like he was going to move any time soon. “Just take it, psycho.” The nurse hissed and shoved the bottle at him. He turned around, dragging the cart with him. 

“How about you get some manners, you-” Yoongi cut you off by placing his hand on your shoulder. “They won’t treat you any different just because you work here.” 

Just like what Jackson said. You truly hated this place, and if it weren’t for the patients, you would’ve left already. But seeing Taehyung so excited about his garden, hearing about his bond with Jungkook, and seeing how Yoongi cared for him was enough to make you stay. 

“Y/N? Mrs. Kim wants to talk to you.” You looked over to the end of the corridor, where Jackson was. “Go.” Yoongi said. “I’ll take care of Taehyung.” You took one last glance at him. He gave you a small smile and hugged you again. “See me more, okay?” he whispered softly.

With that, Yoongi led him to the lounge, while you went with Jackson to the ‘Employees Only’ room. “Is she mad or something?” you asked nervously. It was just your second day, so you couldn’t really have screwed anything up yet. And even though you were new to everything, you though you did pretty good so far. You even fixed some of the notes and papers on the front desk a while ago. 

“Good to see you, Y/N.” Mrs. Kim said. She signaled for Jackson to leave the room, shutting the door behind him. She motioned towards the seat opposite her, and you sat down. “Excuse me, did I do something wrong?” You began to fiddle with your thumbs, hoping to give you ease. 

“No, you’re doing quite well actually. It’s just that, some nurses have seen spending time with Taehyung earlier. I was also surprised, especially when he brought you to that room. Usually, only the patients enter there, and he didn’t let nurses in, unless he needed Jackson to fix something. I think it’s safe to say that he grew an attachment to you.” Mrs. Kim peered at you over her glasses. After a while of silence, you mustered up the courage to speak.

“Sorry for asking, but why is that concerning?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you are aware that he’s in the eighteenth room, right?” you nodded.

“Good. Just remember that he was put there for a reason. And since we’re on the topic, I think it’s acceptable to disclose some of his information to you. Y/N, he has Dissociative Identity Disorder, and even some traces of Schizophrenia. Do you know how dangerous people like him could be?”

“He doesn’t look dangerous. In fact, he’s probably the most harmless person here.” you protested.

“No.” Mrs. Kim snapped. She didn’t raise her voice, but coldness was laced within her tone. “You’ll be shown his records in a few days, but until then, I advice you to be cautious around him. We never know what he could do.”

“If he’s dangerous, then why is he allowed to roam around?”

“There’s always guards for safety precautions. We don’t want to aggravate him more by locking him in his room.” With that, she nodded at you and stood up. “I really hope you consider my words.” She walked out the door, leaving you in your seat. 

You still didn’t get it. You didn’t get a lot of things for that matter. This hospital was just so secretive, and in the little time you’ve spent here, a million questions has already piled up. Someone walked in the room again, and you looked up to see that it was Jackson.

“Hey, it’s about Taehyung, isn’t it?” he asked you, brows furrowing in concern. You nodded, not really finding the will to talk. Your little discussion with Mrs. Kim had drained you mentally, and you didn’t want to hear people talk bad about Taehyung anymore. Not after seeing the state he was in. 

“I don’t fully agree with her. Personally, I think Taehyung is nice and everything, and I hate how they look at him like a walking time-bomb. But we still have to keep in mind that he’s sick, okay?” You understood his point, and you want nothing more but to help your new friend. You just didn’t know how, not with the other nurses and staff trying to pry you away from him.

“How long has he been here?” Your voice was low, soft enough that you weren’t even sure if Jackson heard you. “From what they told me, a few years.” he replied. 

A few years?!’ you thought. “And he never got better?” 

“He has some issues with the medication. And they said he often relapsed. But I think he’s going to. He will. Especially with you here. Let’s just take everything slow. I don’t want to rush him. Poor guy’s been through a lot.” you looked at him, hoping that he’d elaborate what he said, only to get a long stare in response. You sighed and got up. “I’m going to check on him.” you said, leaving Jackson behind.

You went to the lounge, but Taehyung and Yoongi weren’t there anymore. The only person to be seen was Hoseok, who was dozing off in his chair. You looked around the room, trying to find anything they might’ve left behind. Then you heard a loud smack and a startled yell. You whipped your head around to find Hoseok, awake and rubbing his head. 

“Hi.” he said sheepishly as soon as he saw you. “I fell asleep for a little while.” You gave him a small smile. “Yes, I’ve noticed. Have you, by any chance, seen Tae?”

He gave you a confused look. then yawned. “Well, they went up a while ago. Yoongi wanted to tell you that Tae needed rest, and you didn’t have to go after them.” he explained.

“Oh, well thanks for telling me.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit down. You hoped that you could talk to Taehyung more, and heck even Yoongi, just to find out what they’re actually like. “I’d also like to thank you. Thanks for spending time with him. It really means a lot. All he’s ever received was pain from these bastards.” Hoseok’s voice broke through again. 

“It’s my pleasure.” You didn’t want to imagine anyone hurting Taehyung. And based on the spite in Hoseok’s statement, you knew that you weren’t the only one who hated the place. 

                                  ‘But why wouldn’t they speak up?’ 

Speak up to who? No one would believe them. In the eyes of everyone else, they were nothing but lost causes trying to fix their broken selves. But you weren’t going to accept that. You found the reason why you were here, and it wasn’t because of family favors or money. You just wanted to cure Taehyung.

In the midst of thinking, you accidentally hit a waste basket. You scrunched your nose, starting to feel throbbing on your lower leg. You took the basket and moved it to the side, but not before catching a glimpse of a half-full water bottle, two familiar pills floating inside.

47mel47  asked:

Fandom related questions- B, L, P and Q

@47mel47 I didn’t see this until just now!

B: A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.

Well a good fic can work wonders…  I think I need to take more time and find some examples though because some of what is springing to mind is the way @wowbright makes me root for people I canon don’t like with OCs.

L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?
Besides smut?  Kidding.  Character exploration with smut.

P: Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
Glee, Klaine, competitive farmers market busking (and or balloon animal crafting).

Q: A ship you’ve abandoned and why.

If I ship it, you have to really destroy it for me to give up on it.  I’m in it for the long haul.  That said, Tartie because they weren’t a good match and no one should end up with Artie.

anonymous asked:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)

Yes good, pls give me the chance to tell you all about my fave fics (even though they might not be anyone else’s faves). <3

1)  And You Understand Now Why They Lost Their Minds and Fought the Wars

My Sense8 AU. I have written a lot since then but I haven’t managed to top that (at least in my head). In any case, it’s my sincere recommendation.

Why?

Because you know how much I love soulmates AU and this is basically a soulmate AU with multiple people because platonic friendships are my fave, ok? (Bellarke totally bang, tho)

2)  Kept Going, Kept Rolling with Nowhere to Go

Spain, sangria, angst & Bellarke. Need I say more?

3)  What We Do to Each Other

“ A Bellarke AU in which Bellamy and Clarke are childhood best friends, separated by life and trying to relearn each other again.”

I FUCKING CRIED WRITING THIS FIC, NOW YOU HAVE TO, TOO!

4)  Like Maybe You Are Magic

I invented a new genre with this one and I’m really a huge sucker for urban fantasy.

“A Bellarke urban fantasy social activism AU.”

See what I mean? And no, Bellamy isn’t a literal dragon ffs. 

5)  Magnetized

A soulmate AU with compasses! Also childhood best friends to lovers! Feels! (my personal fave out of all my soulmate fics)


Thanks for this opportunity to remind me of how much I liked writing these! Have an amazing day! <3

drake & josh;; starter sentences
  • "There's a NEW Jersey?"
  • "Are you calling me a liar?"
  • "I ain't calling you a truther!"
  • "I don't care. I like it on my face."
  • "Pip pip da doodly do!"
  • "Maybe 'E' means 'extra fuel'!"
  • "That is not my job."
  • "I have dreams. And sometimes, in those dreams, things happen to you."
  • "Dude, when life hands you free nachos, you don't question it!"
  • "Hang on, I'm doing something really important!"
  • "I love this album more than I love myself."
  • "Whoa, just take it easy, man."
  • "So my foot's totally stuck in there, right, I'm freaking out, the dog's having a seizure and I still got half a pie left."
  • "You should date whoever you want to date."
  • "So I don't like her, big deal."
  • "If you make fun of me one more time, I'm gonna tell everyone we know that you named your favorite pillow Mr. Puff Puff."
  • "I don't like half the girls I date."
  • "Nice going, you ran over your sister!"
  • "I hope you go bald!"
  • "I hope they cancel Oprah!"
  • "I'm really glad someone invented pizza."
  • "Well, sorry doesn't sweeten my tea!"
  • "Whoa, that cat IS fancy."
  • "Don't you have a rib to nibble?"
  • "You sicken me."
  • "You're the worst!"
  • "Look, I was wrong, okay?"
  • "I need you, I need you way more than you need me."