respect in the cage

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Ay look at me reading to far into a book again. Either @vaveyard is a genius putting little hopeful messages into her books first two words or she’s still a genius and I’m reading too far into this at 1am. Anyway the point of this post: these are the first pages of Red Queen, Glass Sword, and King’s Cage respectively. The first two words of RQ are “I hate”, and a powerful message through tall these books is the prejudice and privilege of the Silvers over Reds, who hate each other. Sound familiar?
The next is the first two words of GS “I flinch”, as in fear. There is fear on both sides of this book, Reds of how the Silvers may oppress or hurt them, the Silvers on how the Reds may fight back and change tradition that gives them severe advantages. Again, sound familiar? These are all too similar to modern times, and well…everything that is going on, from police brutality to “alternative facts” which all add to issues like racism, sexism, anti Semitism, homophobia, xenophobia, islamophobia, etc., and Ms. Aveyard has done a great job showing these same issues in a totally different world, and the fear and hate that create and add to them. Which is why I probably read too much into this and the beginning of KC.
Because the first two words of KC are “I rise”, which is what we all need to do now. Whether through speaking up and calling local politicians, or going to the woman’s March, pride marches, BLM marches, the science March, anything that shows we won’t give in and that we will continue to fight and have our voices heard. So if this was intentional, I applaud you Ms. Aveyard, and if it wasn’t I don’t care, because this was a message I needed for myself right now, and I’m sure many others do to. So listen to this, random tumblr, and instead of giving in to fear and hate, rise up. Rise up! You don’t need to be the Scarlet Guard or Mare Barrow, every rebellion and cause needs Kilorns and supporters who are not always spotlighted. You are important to these causes too. You are what drives them forward and makes them noticeable. Keep fighting!

Colleen Wing doesn't deserve any of this

I was trying to dissect Iron Fist episode by episode, but it is too painful. Here be spoilers:

Jessica Henwick is visibly struggling in some scenes where her character should punch DR in the throat for crossing her boundaries. Because it’s not in character for her to let him get away with stuff like this.

First meeting: Mangles Mandarin and polices her identity. He’s actually THAT GUY in that scene.

Second meeting: tries to get a job with her again even though she said no the first time and her dojo specialises in Japanese martial arts. Hey, she’s too poor to give him a job but she was nice enough to give him shoes.

Which is not an invitation for him to hide out at her place again when people are after him. 

Or mansplain martial arts to her in her dojo. They practice two different schools of martial arts

And it’s not an invitation for him to step into her class, interrupt the student leading the class and then hitting a teenager (from an abusive background) with a wooden practice sword for laughing at him. (This is already a major red flag.)

That’s at least two throat punches. But oddly enough, Colleen Wing, who does not take shit from other people in the show, does not punch him in the throat.

She also does not tell him off strongly for:

- Interrupting her training session with Claire Temple–that’s really unforgivable in general–interrupting a scene of Claire Temple being trained by Colleen Wing? Seriously? There goes any chance of passing the Mako Mori Test. (It looked like the actress was rather relieved when the script had Claire Temple stay for lunch so that she would not be alone with him.)

- Persuading her to back him up in a dangerous mission after Claire left by buying her building and becoming her landlord–that’s beyond overbearing, that’s some 50 Shades levels of controlling and rich man’s privilege. (She does not punch him for this–she just says “fix my sink”.)

- Rummaging through her stuff and taking her sword. He just forced her to go along with him to spy on dangerous people and he’s looking through her stuff? (She just says “you’re disrespecting my sword with your wuxia bs” and then they flirt awkwardly over swordplay. Ew.)

The writers try to hide how shitty all this was by having DR be Colleen’s enabler–because she actually wants to do dangerous stuff and he saw that in her. They are both secretly adrenaline junkies that like beating people up or something??? That’s some ridiculously far-fetched characterisation there just to give them some common ground (they don’t really have any common ground–the writers are forcing it beyond the bounds of belief).

All this bad writing in aid of trying to hook her up with DR. If anyone tried that first line with a biracial woman, it’s an instant bad first impression even if the guy was Asian. Everything else after that is worth of a restraining order–even if the guy was Asian (and should know better).



The worst part is, DR treats his other favourite-woman-to-stalk Joy better than Colleen, the one he’s allegedly attracted to. Because white women are fragile and much be protected–another trope that needs to die. Even though Joy is not very nice to him and will very likely turn on him in future.  This sort of thing would be less obvious if there were more women in this show or this entire series with lines–but it’s sort of glaring when Claire Temple was beaten up in Daredevil Season 1, Elektra was killed in Daredevil Season 2 and Colleen Wing gets her face smashed in and her fingers dislocated in cage fights with men twice her size (twice so far from episodes 1 to 5). 



That’s only episodes 1 to 5. I cannot stomach any more bad writing in the name of hooking DR up with Colleen Wing.

In summary: Even if they had cast a Chinese actor as DR, I would still root for Colleen Wing to punch him in the throat because the writing is that bad.

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thanks for this! the only thing I’d like to add is they also treat Karen the white woman better in Daredevil seasons 1 and 2. So while the Netflix defenders shows do have WoC they make sure to treat the WoC worse than the white women.  The only exception is Luke Cage where the WoC were respected and valued.

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To Save You

Prompt: Could you do a murphy imagine where he gets upset when he came back from COL to find out y/n is taken by Mount w?

A/N: Because some of you requested, i’ve decided to continue this series. Again if you’d like me to continue this series, let me know or I won’t.

Pairing: Murphy x Reader

Warnings: being held against your will


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Bellamy followed cautiously behind Maya, his eyes searching all around. Groaning in fear, Maya turned to the man she has just met behind her, and whispered in a hush; “stop scanning. You need to at least act like you’re a guard.” She fussed; and embarrassed, Bellamy nodded. Though he hadn’t had to play the role of a guard since coming down to earth, he straightened with practiced ease and stepped just a few steps quicker so he could stand beside Maya.

“Are you sure she’ll be here?” Bellamy asked, anxious. Maya shook her head; “no. But before your friends were quarantined in her, this is where we took them.” She explained, silence followed before Maya nodded and held up her key-card, the both of them gained access in and Bellamy stared confused at the white hallways and doors. “If she’s here, she’s in one of the rooms.”

“Hey, you two!” Jumping slightly, the pair turned the other direction where a guard in the same uniform as Bellamy came stomping towards them. Bellamy anxiously looked at Maya, as if to ask what she should do she only shrugged in response. “Hello, Kael.” Maya greeted politely, the guard, known as Kael, only glanced at her with a polite smile before turning to Bellamy.

“You’re late, cadet.” He stated.

Bellamy turned to Maya who with wide eyes, nudged him silently. “Sorry- I um-”

“Safe the excuses.” Kael held up his hand; “next time, don’t be. I need to eat, so watch.” He said and with that, he sent a small wave Maya’s way and exited the hallway. Bellamy let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding, and looking around he raised an eyebrow; “well that’s convenient.”

“Look through any of the doors,” Maya ordered. Nodding, Bellamy began searching through the doors, looking for you. He felt his heart spike when he saw your familiar head of hair, though your head was turned away as you seemingly struggled with something. “She’s here!” He called and Maya came running over, peeking through the hole, Maya fell silent and her eyes widened.

“That’s her?” She asked incredulously. Bellamy furrowed his brow, confused; “yes.” He replied; “why?”

“Cage talked about her… he said no one was allowed admittance in.” Her wide eyes turned on him and she shook her head; “I can’t let you into help her.” Bellamy’s heart sunk and he shook his head baffled, turning back to you, his eyes softened desperately when you slumped, hopeless and held your head in your hands. Still unaware of Bellamy’s presence, you felt despair fill you.

“Please, I just need to talk to her. Let her know she isn’t alone.” Pleading eyes turned on Maya, and with a guarded look your way she shook her head. Guilt filled within her and frustrated, she pressed her key-card against the keypad. “Five minutes. Five minutes before Cage comes.” She warned, opening the door for Bellamy.

Almost instantly you snapped up in surprise, fright filling within you at the thought of Cage being the one coming in. Though, your eyes widened and your mouth fell open in bafflement when it wasn’t Cage and rather Bellamy. Your eyes instinctively scanned him for injuries (him being one of your closest and kindest friends, yes it sometimes got of Murphy’s nerves) and more confusion filling within you when you saw his attire. “Bellamy…?” You whispered in shock; “what are you wearing?”

“I only have five minutes Y/N.” Bellamy explained in a rush. “Are you okay?” He asked as he stepped forward, he sat beside you on the bed and you leaned into the hug he offered you. You ignore the way your left arm strained against your restraints which had been changed, and leant into the warmth. He wasn’t John, but to know that Bellamy was alive and okay, made instant relief fill within you.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” You asked.

He nodded; “Maya, she’s helping us;” he pointed to the girl outside and she offered a small smile. “I’m gonna get you and our friends out. I promise.” Bellamy swore, staring at you in a mild mix of fear and hope. Placing your free hand against his shoulder, you smiled reassuringly at him; “don’t worry about me Bellamy. Just get out friends out.”

“Y/N-”

“No Bellamy, I don’t care what happened to me. But you get them out. There’s something wrong with this place.” You explained, staring at him. With a smile, you nodded at him. Maya peaked her head in, staring worriedly at the both of you. “They’re coming, hurry.” She rushed and you smiled at him; “promise me.”

“I’m not gonna just leave you Y/N.”

“Bellamy, please…” You stressed, Maya made eye contact with you and stressed you turned to Bellamy. “Just promise me.”

“No, i’m not leaving you behind. I’ll get you out, besides, Murphy would kick my ass.” He smirked at you and cautiously he stood up, backing out of the room. You shook your head at him, frustrated but sent a knowing smile at him. Figures, he would go all out and be the hero.

Shutting the door behind him, Bellamy quickly moved to look as if he was taking watch. Maya stood next to him and he could feel her fear, bracing themselves Bellamy tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach when he heard the synchronized steps of the guards. Not long after did the door to the quarantine zone open up and in stepped a bunch of guards and a man in the middle. “Cage.” Maya greeted respectively bowing her head, Bellamy followed suit.

Cage stepped forward, his scrutinizing eyes floating before the pair. “President Cage now.” Was all he said. Shocked, Maya was quick to nod. “President.” She repeated.

“I’ve just heard an order of two separate people opening door ten.” He explained, eyes ghosting over Bellamy. Bellamy remained silent, not saying anything and keeping his head down. Maya gulped, quick to answer.

“Sir-”

“I requested specifically that no one but me or ordered by me enters that room.”

“I apologize. I misheard instructions and was just cleaning as I do other rooms.” Maya explained. She watched cautiously as Cage remained silents. Hands folded before him, his eyes scanned Bellamy one last time before nodding. “Yes, well don’t have it happen again. That girl is very important to me. I have big plans for her as you know.” Bellamy’s eyes widened and he felt a spike of panic as he thought of your well-being, he needed to be quick and get you out of there before something happened to you.

“Yes, president.”

The exploration of Tsukuyo’s character arc

I want to start this meta by saying this – I love Sorachi Hideaki! He is one of the best mangaka in the industry and I am so glad that despite everything he managed to keep Gintama alive in the industry where corporate heads prefer to prioritize money over original ideas and artistic freedom.  

Instead of going for typical “hero’s journey” narrative where everything serves to progress main character’s power trip, Sorachi tells more introspective story. At first glance, Gintama is not that different from any shonen manga: it has its big fights, heartfelt speeches about power of comradery, the Main Villain of the Arc narrative, etc. However, there is something more going on in this story. Unlike other manga that tend to focus solely on the Main Protagonist (or at best the MC and his closest friends/rivals), Gintama uses the fact that it doesn’t have the main goal that characters want to achieve (or does it?) and takes its time to focus on every character in this story. Everyone has the time to shine in Gintama, but there are certain characters who receive much more focus than the others do.

These characters serve for Gintama in three ways – they progress the main plot, they serve as the way for Sorachi to explore certain themes and their character arcs help Sorachi to structure Gintama in a certain way. Gintama isn’t just chaotic parody galore – it’s a very carefully structured narrative but instead of using the main plot to make us invested in it, Sorachi uses his characters to make this job done.

While we can clearly understand that the focus of the story is Yorozuya trio, they are not the only main characters of Gintama – you can actually see the whole main cast in this last poster.

And I want to talk about one of these characters in particular – the one character who sparked a lot of controversy in this fandom – Tsukuyo.

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On Dorian & Banter

I just love Dorian’s banter so, so much. There are so many beautiful little pieces of character writing in there.

Cassandra: You’re smiling a great deal these days, Dorian.
Dorian: I always smile. People like my smile, and they should! I have excellent teeth.
Cassandra: Do you always do it while staring dreamily into the distance?
Dorian: It depends how long until dinner.

God, you two. It always makes me happy to see my favourites getting on. And oh, Dorian. This is why I miss the old Origins options where you could just pull your companions aside and have your character give them a good snogging. Because believe me, my Inquisitor was tempted. Dorian’s deflecting with humour because of his depth of feeling, and how afraid he is of showing it.

I actually love Cassandra and Dorian’s slow-build friendship in general. Their banter is lovely. Her quiet understanding after the mess with his father, her eventual approval of him and the Inquisitor, the way he finally stops laying into her about the Seekers because he understands being ashamed of the people you thought you knew (”Knee-jerk defence of your former comrades? I quite understand,” he snarks at the beginning, but that comes to be sincere), and that they both understand the gilded cage of being nobility in their respective homelands… By later in the game, he grandstands less with her and obviously respects her, and I love it.

His sarcasm is rarely cruel - it only tends to come out that way when he’s baited - and when it is, he usually knows when to step off. For instance, he’ll ask the Inquisitor if he teases him too much, and I respected and loved him so much for this:

Dorian: So, I hit a nerve with the whole “murderer Grey Warden” business.
Blackwall: Are you speaking to me?
Dorian: Yes, you. “Blackwall,” or whatever your name is.
Blackwall: “Blackwall” will do.
Dorian: I’m saying I understand wanting to atone for one’s actions.
Blackwall: Is that so?
Dorian: Enough to know when I’ve stepped in it. So I apologize.

And later:

Blackwall: It was wrong of me to lump you in with peers you hardly resemble.
Dorian: Truce?
Blackwall: Gladly.

I love his surprising friendship with Sera and the way he genuinely seeks to understand her - he does that with everything, a true scholar in the best possible way, right from the beginning. (“How does that work, exactly?” he asks the Inquisitor, who has just closed a rift, when they meet.) He’s constantly asking questions and actually listening to the answers, following up on them. He’s curious and open-minded. It’s an utter joy to go round on quests and hear the constant mutters of  “Fascinating,” in that hushed tone only a true geek can manage, and his musings on the Veil, spirits and demons.

And most of all, he’s kind. He may sometimes cover it with snark, but loss of life seems to greatly upset him in any form. In Crestwood, when everyone else is focused on vengeance and wanting to throttle the mayor, it’s him and Sera who focus on how upsetting the whole thing is. If I recall, his take on it is: “What a sad mess.”

He’s far less haughty than he pretends. He cares, even if he wasn’t allowed to show it so much back in Tevinter and is trying to get out of some unhealthy conditioning. (It takes him a long time to call the Inquisitor a friend or pursue a romance with them, because he means it and he’s afraid of leaving himself vulnerable.) After all, his people “have no reserve - not in war, and not in love.”

anonymous asked:

Rfa + searan reacting to MC being a very talented, and very respected, cage fighter? But at the same time she is very cute and smol

Hey hey~ Guess who?! Mod Ayla~! Yaas! Here to save Longcat~senpai from the stack of requests in the inbox^^ (I feel like seven when saying that holy balls) But here you go!


Yoosung

  • Was really confused when you wanted to take him somewhere late at night.
  • “MC…are you taking me to this alley to kill me?!”
  • After the fight he’ll just stand there, dazed.
  • How…you’re so..innocent..and…YOU ALMOsT KILLED THOsE PEOPLE!?
  • Will go into dad-mode whenever you come back from a fight, since he obviously can’t bear watching you fight or get hurt. At all.
  • Worried you’re hurt, so will treat your knuckles, sometimes jaw as if you were this little porcelain doll.
  • He honestly hates it, but will bear with you if it makes you happy
  • This bean is too sweet…

Zen/Hyun Ryu

  • When you showed one of your fights, he was pumped.
  • Totally down for betting like, 5000 dollars on you, even if he won’t be able to buy groceries when you lose
  • He’s pumped man
  • He digs this
  • Worried that all the guys in the arena will be staring at you though…
  • Neither does he understand…you’re such a cute little thing, but you’re so..violent?
  • He still digs this though lolol

Jaehee

  • “Huh? MC, why are we in a..rotting alley?”
  • Will…hate this.
  • I honestly believe that she’ll hate this with all her might.
  • Worried and dissaproved mode - activated
  • But, you’re happy, so she won’t complain.
  • No more to be said.

Jumin

  • When you took him to the arena, in a dangerous neighbourhood, without his guards, he got worried.
  • When he saw why though, he got interested.
  • May or may not has bet 2 million dollars on you…uhm
  • Will become one of those maffia bosses over there in them leather chairs, you know?
  • Finds it hot.
  • Like, really really hot.
  • Will have the best doctors look over your injuries after a fight.

707/Luciel/Saeyoung

  • He knew
  • Was pumped when you took him to the arena
  • Actually suprised you when telling you he knew where to go
  • Will use his skills to make your opponents look bad for media/bidders
  • Loves this.
  • Loves this so much.
  • Worried af that you’ll get seriously injured though.
  • But that’ll come later...he hopes

Unknown/Saeran

  • Also knew.
  • He isn’t one for crowds, so he stayed at home.
  • Watched videos of every one of your fights though.
  • Worried someone there might take you, or hurt you.
  • But you assure him you’re really good, and no one would dare to do anything serious to you.
  • Which means he’ll have to trust you for that.
  • Will send saeyoung with you though to make sure you’re okay.

Ivar x OFC Fanfic!

Pairing: Ivar x OFC (There is only a handful of characters that I own everything else belongs to History Channel)

Rating: Eventual Mature Rating (I like it slow burn)

Author’s Note: Alright, I’ll be honest with all of you…I’m very nervous about posting this Ivar x Oc fanfiction. But with the encouragement of a very special sister wife I’ve posted the very first chapter of this fanfic! I hope that everyone truly enjoys the story and can forgive the first chapter for being a bit slow. If anyone has any questions or comments please shoot me a message and I’ll get back at you as soon as possible. <3


Everything was different here. The air was crisp, the skies clear showcasing a soft blue and sporadic clouds with a gentle shine. The grass, though moist from the fresh rain that cascaded down only moments ago smelt of flowers and the blooming of spring. Quiet calls of birds to their mates and the soft steps of deer filled the air. Yes, things were very different here. There were no screams. No moaning of the dying and no one to watch as you slowly wither away in a cage with a twisted grin on their face. It was peaceful. Whatever this haven may be, she was glad to feel safe again. Everything was perfect, just perfect…

Hands. That was the first thing the girl felt, grazing her skin with a blazing path from shoulder to shoulder as if someone were gripping them. Then it was scent, the smell of sweat and pine filled her nostrils as the hands begun to shake her softly. Finally, her ears twitched to life, a voice. Whomever this deep voice belonged to called out a name, a name that held some type of spell on her, willing her out of the paradise that she previously found herself in.

“…wake up…”

She shifted slightly in the grass, arching her back to find some sort of comfort, only to have the soft blades of grass leave her sensitive skin. In its place, rough sturdy wood slapped against her back, making her hiss slightly from the contact. The hands shook her harder, the back of her head lightly smacking the floor giving the girl a slight headache. As she grumbled, slowly lifting her head to the side, she noticed a bright light forming behind her lidded eyes. The girl blinked once, then again. Her eyes focused on the bright light, now a hole in the ceiling which was the source of her earlier blindness. Her half lidded eyes slid to the man holding her shoulders, covered in grime and filth, the man sighed softly. His chapped lips curved into a soft smile as he rested his large hand on the back of her neck and pulled her close.

For some reason, the embrace comforted the girl, and she rested her tired head on his padded shoulder, letting out a breath of air she hadn’t noticed she was holding in. The man released the back of her neck, retracting from the female to give her some space to sit up properly, his hand now on her upper back as the girl struggled to sit up.

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& Carry on

A/N: Surprise! The final part of the I can’t keep calm series. Sorry it’s taken so long, I love this series but other stories distracted me & I had no idea how I wanted to finish it off. I hope you loved the series as much as I did!

I Can’t Keep Calm Masterlist

Dean x Sister!Reader   Sam x Sister!Reader   Adam x Sister!Reader

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Dear Sammy,

I’m just gonna get straight to the point, that’s always how we always were, man that feels weird to talk about myself in past tense. Anyways, I know you’re not happy with what I did, but I had to do it and I hope one day you understand. I had to save Adam and putting Lucifer back in the box after we let him out was a plan that we just came about after talking to Rowena. I know what you’re thinking, ‘we could have thought of something different,’ but you’re gonna hurt yourself thinking that. So stop. Also, please don’t kill yourself trying to find a way to save me, you know there’s no way of doing it without possibly letting Lucifer out. Don’t make my sacrifice for nothing buy letting him out. I also need to make sure you take care of Adam, he’s going to be so confused and lost, he doesn’t know what life is like without Mom or me, so please be the amazing big brother to him that you always were for me. Don’t let him get dragged into this life, please. I’m telling him to go back to school. To have a life. To be normal. Make sure he does it. Watch over Dean too, him and I never got the chance to fix everything and I know he’s gonna beat himself up over it. He’s gonna be the usual Dean and blame himself, please don’t let him.

Okay, so I’m done telling you what to do, now it’s time for me to say goodbye. Sammy you are the best brother that I could ask for. When I lost my mom and Adam I was lost. I felt like an outsider with you and Dean when I first started following you guys, but you were quick to change it. You didn’t stop until you broke down my walls and got me to let you be the brother you wanted to be. Thank you so much. Please take care of yourself Sammy and don’t forget about me.

I love you Sammy,

Y/N

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Orca Jack (1)

@jennpy​ It’s not the smuuut but I couldn’t help but make a story. You made so many sketches! I couldn’t help myself but pay proper tribute. Still working on the others but I wanted you to have a look at this before I left on my underway. Hope you like it! Ciao~!

Summary: Jack’s an orca and Rhys is his newly assigned animal trainer. Buuut it seems they have some history… Can Rhys become the ultimate animal trainer or will Jack just make him into another tasty morsel?

Pairing: Rhack


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another list of reasons why wonder woman was simply epic, wonderful, and poignant:

  • badass women of all ages fighting, like shit they made the fighting look like dancing it was so effortless
  • the first fight scene was a poignant reminder of the evil of guns. especially when combating against a powerful force that unfortunately do not possess guns
  • a mother who fiercely loves her daughter, but does not cage her in and respects her decisions
  • “men are important for procreation, but when it comes to pleasures…”
  • the love interest, the male love interest, is so warm and good. i know those are such simple words, but they fit him so well. you come to love him so much as a character
  • acknowledgement of what happened to the native americans.  “who took your peoples’ land?” “his people”
  • also acknowledgment of the inequalities of poc and women at the time
  • a reminder of how soldiers miss out on life “normal people get married, have babies, and grow old together” “what is that like” “…i don’t know
  • the love scene was entirely controlled by the woman
  • the lessons taken out of this movie: god or no god, we make the choices that define us, humans are both dark and light and to say differently is not allowing them to be truly human, love will always be the true weapon against hate and war, being kind and good are not weaknesses but are exactly what makes a person strong

vysov  asked:

for the drawing meme, could you do tracer and cage together, tracer in 2a and cage in 6d?

YOU BETTER BELIEVE I CAN. 

Tracer and Cage, 2A and 6D respectively - thank you so much for asking! Lovely to hear from you again, too.<3 

those are definitely an old pair of Cage’s safety goggles painted chrome

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More to Me

Based on an awesome Anon Prompt: “Could you do one where the reader is plus sized and trains the Indominus and the other guys make fun of her and Owen gets really protective and is like “that’s the Indominus Rex trainer” and they kinda shut up? And Owen just kinda tells the reader he loves them a lot and that they’re perfect?”


A/n: Thanks for this request Nonnie, I really enjoyed writing this one. I struggled with my weight for years and I still have to fight every day to remind myself that I am defined by the person I am, not by how I look. Everyone is perfect in their own way. Please don’t ever forget that <3



You stand in front of the full length mirror looking at yourself. You don’t hate your body, really. You’re overweight, but so what? You exercise and it’s not like you eat badly; plus you love your curves. You give yourself as smile, telling yourself that regardless of what the losers at work say to you, you’re beautiful exactly the way you are. 


You head towards the monitor room once you get to her paddock. You know she acts like a sweetheart to you, but she doesn’t seem to like everyone else as much, especially the jerks you work with. Last week she actually tried to break the glass when they were laughing at a joke one of them made about you. 


She’s hidden away in the trees when you call out to her over the speaker, “Indi, where are you girl?”  She doesn’t come out of hiding for her food or when you call and you begin to get worried. 


“Why don’t you hang a piece of cake out there? That would work for you!” Andrew says and everyone begins to laugh. You ignore it calling her name again when she comes rushing at the guys behind the glass, letting out a loud roar. They jump in their seats, terrified, but you just look into her eyes silently thanking her. She’s always trying to protect you.


You go in the paddock before lunch to make sure she’s okay. The only time you see even the slightest respect in their eyes is when you walk into her cage. You’re not afraid of her, though. You often held her egg to keep her warm and sang to her. You were there for her birth, imprinting on her, and you raised her almost all on your own. She might be full grown now and able to kill you at will, but you know she could never hurt you.


After checking her out, and petting her head for longer than usual, you headed to lunch. You decide to go to Jimmy Buffet’s today, as they have a new Southwest Caesar salad that you’re in love with. However, you groan to yourself when you see Andrew and his friends walk in. They walk by your table  to find a seat and see you sitting there with your salad. 


“Finally working on that weight problem, huh?” Andrew asks sarcastically.

 You clench your fist, looking down, refusing to let your eyes get watery. You try to think of something smart to say when you hear someone behind you. 


“How about you, Andrew? Are you working on that bloody face problem?” Owen Grady, the raptor trainer comes and pulls out the chair next to yours, sitting down. 


Andrew seems caught off guard and asks, “What bloody face problem?”


“The one you’re going to have if you don’t start showing Y/n some respect.” 


You turn to him and give him a small smile. He’s always been so sweet to you, a real gentleman. He’s bought your lunch more than once and is always coming to your rescue. 


“I mean really,” he begins, “She’s got quite some restraint. She has that Indominous wrapped around her finger. If I were her, I would have already let her eat you guys.” You can’t help your small laugh at the looks on their faces.  

Owen lets out a heavy sigh, “I’m sick of telling you guys to stop being idiots. If you say one more thing to her that isn’t one hundred percent respectable, I will have you transferred—” he pauses for a second, “actually no, I’ll just have you fired.” Andrew just nods, still looking fearful, and walks away. 

“Thanks,” you say smiling up at him, “You didn’t have to do that.”


“They’re just jack-asses. They pick on other people to make them feel less shitty about themselves. Besides,” he pauses again, “You’re beautiful.”


You almost snort at this, but refrain from it and just laugh. He looks at you with his eyebrows raised. 

“You really are, you know. You’re beautiful and smart and, Hell even I wouldn’t step in there with Indi. Why do you think I haven’t had the nerve to ask you out?” He looks at you with a flirty look on his face and your eyes get a little wide. 


There’s a small voice in your head that says he’s joking. It tells you that there’s no way that Owen Grady actually likes you. But there’s another, louder voice: the one that you’ve trained yourself to listen to more. That one says that he does like you because you’re amazing. You’re more than your weight; you’re all those things he said about you and more. This voice tells you to not be nervous or doubtful.


“Well, I only have to deal with one dinosaur, you have four. I think that’s much more impressive.” You smirk at him before taking a bite out of your salad. 


“Well, let’s just say were both pretty awesome.” The one thing you’ve always liked about Owen is you always feel comfortable with him, even now when he’s just basically said that he likes you. “And, as such, we should probably go to dinner. Just us, you know, to celebrate our awesomeness.” At this, he winks at you and your heart flutters. 


You smile at him and ask, “Owen, are you asking me out on a date?”  


“I am most definitely asking you out on a date, Y/n.” He says smiling, “Are you accepting?”


He wiggles his eyebrows at you again, causing you to laugh. “Yes,” you say, looking away from him to hide the huge grin on your face. “I would love to go out with you.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a tutorial on heavier set men? Please and thankyou

Can do! 
(This is fairly short; I might do a longer one in the future.) 


    The thing about human anatomy, as I’ve come to learn, is that it boils down to three things when considering how to approach someone’s form, figure, posture, etc. 
That being the 3 simple body types: (which, of course, are subject to variation.) 
Mesomorphic, Endomorphic, and Ectomorphic. 
Mesomorphs gain weight as easily as they lose it.
Endomorphs put on weight easier than they lose it. 
Ectomorphs lose weight easier than they gain it. 

    These things factor into the next considerations, that being height, fitness level, and fat distribution. 

    We will take Ermac for example. The first step in anything before you even begin drawing, is to figure out the gesture they’ll be making. 
You’re going to want to figure out the form. Form is everything; it doesn’t have to be pretty, polished, or perfect–it simply has to have flow, with an observation to gravity. The most basic thing I use is the simple “S” shape. 

With respect to the rib cage and hips, which are the bulk of a body. Once you’ve determined that, now it’s just a matter of blocking it in and doing the detail work. It’s all in the spine, honestly.

In the case of how I draw Ermac, (a stockier, shorter male with a very high fitness level,) by default he’s going to be more condensed. 

What I mean by that is the taller someone is, the more their bones have stretched, and the shorter they are, the bones are smaller and denser. Now, again, this is subject to change, as there are some very dainty, short, pixie-folk out there, as well as huge burly tanks. Again, it depends on what you’re going for. 
Fat distribution is important, because no matter how short or tall the skeleton is, you need to figure out one of the body types above. Men typically tend toward storing fat on their stomachs and thighs, and the way to differentiate this in drawing really is about your level of definition. 

You can draw someone’s arms as big as the sun, but if you have too much definition of the muscles, they’re not going to look very big. The reason for that is because it’s fat that gives the impression of bulk; the more definition there is, the less fat there is on the muscle. So, in the case of your boy with a V-shaped body and a ton of definition, it doesn’t matter how wide you make him. He’s still going to look very lean, because of this. 

In order to get bear-mode dudes, you need to keep fat percentage in mind. Endomorphic men are the kind that can build a ton of muscle, and still be bulkier in terms of fat. (Like in Ermac’s case.) 

You can’t have bulk without substantial fat, so it’s a matter of choosing and deciding how you want him to look. 

Also, another factor is the length of the torso. 
Some are balanced, others are on the shorter side, and others are on the longer side. In Ermac’s case, he has a longer torso and shorter legs, which allows for more fat and muscle distribution. 

Kenshi’s all legs, so if he gained weight it’d probably go on his lower half. Ermac gains weight on his stomach, and Sub would be evenly distributed–again, with respect to their original 3 body-types. 

I will do a more in-depth tutorial in the future, but I hope this helped in the meantime. 8) 

Odyssey of the Neelkanth in Madhya Pradesh - Bhimbetka Rock Shelters

On this crisp morning after Dussehra, I am  driven to the Bhimbetka Rock Shelters, renowned for exhibiting the earliest traces of human life on the Indian subcontinent, and hence the beginning of the South Asian Stone Age. We were literally starting our journey at the inception of time since some of the shelters were inhabited by Homo erectus more than 100,000 years ago!

Bhimbetka owes its name to the characters of the longest epic in the world, the Mahabharata. It is believed that when the five brothers, called Pandavas, were banished from their kingdom, they came here and stayed in these caves, the massive rocks seating the gigantic frame of Bhima, the second Pandava.

Bhimbetka is a natural art gallery and an archaeological treasure. For miles together, the footsteps of the prehistoric man can be easily discerned upon the sands of time, since the caves here house rock paintings, created by man from as early as about 15,000 years ago in vivid and panoramic detail.

As I walked into these gigantic natural sculptures, one by one, they revealed man-made ornamentations in the form of rock cut paintings. They have very minimally documented history about the lifestyle of man, and the way they’ve been preserved feels like nature’s protecting them. I said to myself, that these creations and etched in stone are symbolic of the genesis of human storytelling.

Only a limited and few traces remain of our predecessors; both as humans and artists. So much to ask and the responses have been laid out in beautiful boulders and trees with infinity of flora and fauna. My experience there was an instant connection with nature; like a language before language was invented, with peace before peace was achieved.

I found myself imagining them in the act of executing these beautiful paintings as though I had been pulled back in time where even rocks and pebbles had more colours than that of a retina display. I imagined a time where man was not man, but a part of nature. I passed through the maze just like a new leaf in a river called time and I emerged reborn.

(The Neelkanth bird is truly symbolic of my journey in Madhya Pradesh. We both have escaped our respective cages to transcend the physical and the mythical in our voyage to discover the hidden secrets and nature’s abundance of this spectacular region)

About the artist

Artist-storyteller Harshvardhan Kadam is fascinated by surreal landscapes, mystical beings and mythical creatures. His collective, inkbrushnme, with its eclecticism, has produced conceptually and stylistically powerful Visual Art. With conceptual clarity and solidity, he has illustrated many characters in graphic novels, and children’s books.

By Harshvardhan Kadam
some things i love about Jessica Jones [spoilers]
  • No flashback of explicit rape is shown on-screen; it’s not necessary to show nor would it add a more tragic effect–aftermath (PTSD) offers plenty insight into Jessica’s psyche
  • The supporting characters are all given depth and are portrayed like they matter, like they aren’t collateral damage
  • Malcolm in the middle, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s there for Jessica and does his best to help her
  • The dynamic between Jessica, Trish, and Will as characters but also how their personal heroic codes differ
  • The build up to Hogarth’s betrayal. The first seeds were planted in Hogarth’s office, when she comments on how useful a power like Kilgrave’s would be. Kilgrave later waters those seeds with promises to relieve Hogarth’s frustration, strained and left to fester because Jessica did not deliver
  • Pam is a fucking MVP
  • Luke Cage is low-key and respects Jessica’s decisions post bar explosion, they are adorable together
  • Trish Walker, Trish Walker, Trish Walker crime-fighting duo; beating up Will is a fave scene
  • Wendy is a clean character and stands by her decision to blackmail Hogarth despite the threat on her life; typically almost being run over by a train would change someone’s actions

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Prompt Request Gabriel x Reader w/Lucifer

The fantastic @fayemenelmir: a little GabexReader with Luci and the numbers 2, 75 and 82? Probably after the beginning of season 5, when he got his vessel he seeks out for his brother’s soulmate (who is angel/trickster) and thanks her that she took care of him after he was gone?

I hope this is what you were looking for! I hope you all enjoy this! <3

Prompts: 2. The way you flirt is just shameful. ; 75. Did I stutter?; 82. Can I kiss you?

Characters: Gabriel x Reader (established relationship) & Lucifer

Word Count: 420

Gabriel sat next to you in the theater, his arm around your shoulders.  You and Gabriel had been together for centuries.  It didn’t feel like centuries to either of you.  After his brother Lucifer was cast down from heaven, Gabriel spiraled out of control.  The brother he loved and trusted could no longer be trusted.  He still loved his brother, which you respected.  When Lucifer was put in the cage, you were there to pick him up.

You saved Gabriel from himself, and in turn he would teach you how to mask yourself as a trickster, just like he did.  You both had been laying low for centuries down on Earth.  There had recently been chatter that Lucifer was out of his cage and had a new vessel.  It made you nervous; you weren’t sure if Gabriel could handle seeing his brother again.

You and Gabriel got up to leave the theater after the movie was over.  As soon as you both turned around, there he stood.  Lucifer himself.  You gasped, your eyes growing wide.  “Lucifer,” you breathed.

“Luci,” Gabriel whispered.  “How?”

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