so many pictures that do not exist

Imagine living in a city where there are no monuments, no buildings from before 1970, no proof that you had grandparents or parents, no history at all. Wouldn’t that make you feel like you were just a passing fad, that you could be blown away like leaves?… for any community to feel substantial and able to change without losing themselves, a history is absolutely crucial.
—  Emma Donoghue, talking about LGBT history and LGBT historical fiction
Want to instill doubt in someone? “Change minor details in their surroundings.”

Yes, this post is about Sherlock. Specifically, about the reason for all of those pesky set design flaws that grew larger and larger as series 4 progressed.

For example, the skull picture we normally see…

…turns into this.

Or when Ella’s office looked like this…

…but turned into this.

There are hundreds of examples but how about simply one more.

John’s flat looked like this…

…but turned into this.

If you watch Many Happy Returns, which takes place before Series 3, you’ll see John’s front door doesn’t actually exist under the staircase – that was an unnecessary change in Series 4.

So what do all of these changes have to do with making an impression on the audience?  Well.  Everything.

When you want to get a group of people to doubt their own memory – or to plant new ones – you have to change things about what they already know, but don’t let on that you’ve changed anything.

And who does this for a living?

Derren Brown, the illusionist who had a cameo in The Empty Hearse. He’s also a very good friend of Mark Gatiss’. He has a fascinating video you can watch about this exact technique I’m explaining. By changing details visually, one can change how people doubt their own abilities to perceive reality, and also question their own memories.

Do you know all the outrageous things series 4 fed us?

– Mary is just an ordinary housewife with a good heart
– John would never save Sherlock from a serial killer
– John would beat Sherlock senseless
– Sherlock simply needs love from family to complete him
– John has a bunch of friends that love to look after his baby
– John would blame Sherlock for any harm befalling Mary
– John would easily forgive Mary for shooting his best friend in cold blood
– Mary knows Sherlock and John better than anyone ever could

These things blatantly contradict everything we’ve ever known about these characters. Still don’t believe Mary is a manipulative psychopath? Go read the HLV script; it just made its rounds on the internet today.

You’ve been wondering why series 4 is so screwed up, narratively and visually? It has a purpose. It is to make the audience doubt – to make the audience doubt their own ability to comprehend reality.

Is it working?

I’m gunna make a hobby out of the universe. I wanna get in the habit of watching documentaries about space and physics, of immersing myself in images of stars and galaxies. I wanna experience this reality as vividly as possible. I wanna read books by astronauts and hear them describe what it feels like to exist somewhere other than the surface of this planet; I wanna be reminded that there are other spaces in which to be.

It’s so easy to forget that this is just one tiny dot in an endless universe. How many times during the day do I really remember the stars? It’s so easy to get distracted, to lose sight of the bigger picture.

I only have the opportunity to be here once and while I am, I want to actually feel like I’m here. I don’t want to spend my whole life in a daydream and I think this could really help with that. 

War Ficlet Series Part I (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV)

“Hermione, you can’t keep doing this.” Harry sighed, taking his glasses into his hands and cleaning them with his shirt. “I know you want to be involved every step of the way, and Merlin knows I need you and we need the help, but at this rate you’re going to burn out. When that happens what will you do? You can’t keep running on pure adrenaline.”

“I’m. Fine.” She bit out, crossing her arms and leveling him with a glare.

He sighed and shook his head, knowing how stubborn she was. “Alright. Maybe you are fine. Maybe you can keep going on mission after mission, but they’re catching on. They’re getting better at spotting us. You got lucky today. What if you aren’t so lucky next time? What would have happened if you’d had Rhea with you?”

“Oh, don’t start with the what if’s, Harry. Rhea was fine. She was safe with Ginny. I would never bring her with me on a mission.”

“And the market? Do you bring her with you when you go there?”

She felt the atmosphere in the room change and it made her pause. “I do, but…why is that relevant?”

“Lavender’s younger sister Daisy was snatched this morning while they were getting provisions. And she’s not the only one. There’s been a few members or associates of The Resistance taken in the last week. All of them were just doing mundane things. No missions, no drawing attention. I’m worried about the kids and what they’d do if we didn’t come back. Or what we’d do if they were taken.”

“And what do you suggest we do? We’ve tried sneaking them out once, and that attempt went as horribly as I had imagined it to go. So how do you suppose we get James and Rhea out of here?”

He looked pointedly at her. “Rhea’s father.”

She clenched her jaw and stamped down the rising anxiety in her chest. “You know why I can’t do that.”

“Hermione, you may not have a choice. If he can get Rhea out-”

“I won’t abandon her!”

“I’m not suggesting you abandon her. I’m suggesting you find a way to get her the hell out of London, or at the very least safe.”

“Oh, yes. Because being surrounded by Death Eaters would be really safe, Harry.” She mocked, throwing her hands in the air.

“I’m not particularly fond of that aspect of it either, but it’s a chance. What other options are there?”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I’ll find one.”

He sighed in defeat. “Well, just think about it. Please. You know I would never suggest it if I thought it wouldn’t work. It may be the only way to get the kids out of this mess we’ve created.” And with that he turned from her and headed upstairs.

She stood there, alone in the foyer, for a while until she felt a tug on her hand.

“What’s wrong, Mummy?” A tiny voice squeaked. “Are you ok?”

She forced a smiled and bent down to the little girls level, pulling her into a hug. “Everything is fine, darling. Mummy is just figuring things out.”

“Grown up things?” She asked, looking up at her mother cautiously, her blue eyes shining in the lamp light.

Hermione nodded and kissed her little girl on the head before maneuvering her into the living room where James sat on the floor playing with an enchanted train and Ginny held a book in her hand. The woman regarded her silently, turning a page as Hermione sat down beside her on the couch. They didn’t need to speak to know that Ginny had heard her and Harry’s exchange.

Rhea said something to James and then climbed onto the couch, laying her head down in her mother’s lap. She was always clingy after Hermione went on missions. Rhea was too young to know what it meant, there was only so much a four year old mind had the capacity to understand, but she knew it was something bad. Something bad had to be happening for her mum to be gone for two days.

Hermione blinked back tears as she thought about what the little girl must think. Even though it was all necessary, she did feel the guilt only a mother could have.

Minutes ticked by and soon soft snores filled the room. Rhea was fast asleep and James suddenly looked up from his toy and yawned, scrambling up off the floor in his toddler grace. Ginny rose and picked him up, holding him close to her chest. He whined for a moment but let his mother lull him into slumber in her arms.

Ginny turned and finally looked at Hermione, sitting down slowly, positioning herself so that she could see her and remain comfortable with the little boy in her lap. Hermione shifted slightly, knowing that the other witch wanted to talk. They’d been sitting in silence too long So something was bound to break.

Ginny looked from Rhea to James and Hermione could already tell from the way her mouth pulled to the side that she was about to say something Hermione didn’t want to hear. “What?” She asked, irritation evident in her voice. Just because she had been waiting for this, didn’t mean she liked it.

Ginny frowned but still answered, “I think Harry was right. Maybe you really should take her to her father.”

Anger roared inside of her again. “I can’t believe you would actually suggest that!” She hissed. Rhea was hers! Her responsibility. It was her job to protect her. No one could take her place in Rhea’s life.

“I’m just trying to help.” The redhead insisted. “It’s getting worse with every passing day and I’m scared, Hermione. I’m always scared!” Her voice shook and when Hermione finally looked at her face she could see the shimmer of tears in her eyes. “I’m afraid that we’re barely surviving and that tonight, or tomorrow, or next week they’ll find us. I’m afraid every time one of us walks out that door that they won’t come back. I’m afraid that they’ll capture Harry and wipe out the resistance in one go. I’m afraid of what would happen if the Death Eaters got their hands on us. You know what they’ve been doing. You know it’s only a matter of time before it all catches up with at least one of us, so don’t act like everything is fine. I know you’re scared too.”

She looked at her daughter and felt a pang in her heart. “Of course I’m scared,” she whispered, “I know entirely too much to ignore the probabilities and statistics, but I won’t just leave her in his care. He doesn’t even know she exists.”

“That may be true, but look at the bigger picture. Things are only going to get worse for the children from here on out. Do you know how many times we’ve actually tried to smuggle James out of the country to Romania? Five. Five times it’s failed. There’s obviously no way out of this for us. But Rhea….there’s hope for her. He may be her best shot at surviving this, and maybe us surviving this.”

Hermione brushed her fingers through her daughter’s hair as she slept in her lap, and thought about all the things Ginny and Harry had said. She had been a part of the attempted smuggling of the kids to Charlie but she hadn’t known how many other times they’d attempted it. “I understand what you’re saying, but I can’t let her be raised in that house. I can’t let her be raised to hate and despise.”

“She has too much of her mother in her to hate anyone.”

She felt an irrational need to scream. “What makes you think he’d even take her? What makes you think she’d be any safer with him?” There was a bitter edge to her voice but she didn’t know who exactly it was directed at. “She’s a halfblood.”

“You really think he’d let anything happen to her?” her friend scoffed, “we have eyes. Even though we didn’t approve, we could all see the way he looked at you. Do you really think he’d turn you away if you asked for his help? Do you really think he’d leave his daughter in danger?”

She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she thought back on their last encounter.

If I could stop this war I would, but I can’t. At least not yet.” A soft low voice spoke close to her ear. “But I can get you out of London. Please, let me do this for you. Let me help you, Granger.”

You can’t be serious. You know why I can’t leave. I won’t leave them. I won’t leave Harry. He needs me.”

The man sighed and shook his head, taking a step back. “Always the bleeding heart aren’t you? I’m giving you a chance to escape, to get far away from all of this….horror, and you still refuse to leave his side. If you stay you’ll only die for him.” He tried to mask his anger but she could still hear it in his voice. “Please, I don’t want to watch you die. Just… just let me help you.”

I’m sorry, Malfoy. I appreciate your offer but I just can’t take it.”

You’re the most stubborn witch I’ve ever met.”

A tiny smirk cracked her still face “That’s why you like me.”

He smiled sadly and kissed her one last time before parting, calling to her before he disappeared into the night.“One day I’ll have the power to stop this war. But until then…don’t get yourself killed.”

“No,” she finally admitted to Ginny. “ He wouldn’t let anything happen to her…even if she wasn't….even if she wasn’t his, I think he would at least try to help ”

The redhead held her gaze, her face as hard as stone. “Then don’t be stupid, Hermione. Find Draco.”

Message to Aphobes

Don’t harass/insult/badger LGBTQ+ people who DARE to make positivity for Ace/Aro folk (or flags/pictures/ other forms of Pride) if they aren’t involved in the discourse. 

Also, ace/aros with other LGBTQ+ identities do exist so don’t keep saying “Get rid of the asexual flag” when for many LGBTQ+ folk their asexuality/aromanticism is as important as being lesbian/gay/bi/pan/trans/ etc… to themselves. 

Donnie Yen Autobiography  “All About Donnie  (問丹心)” Translation Ch.1(pt 1-3)

Guess what… I have translated more of the content of Donnie’s autobiography. I’m planning to translate the first two chapters of his book, which are about his childhood and his experiences when he was early into the show business. 

There are 5 parts in the first chapter “My Personal Development” and 4 parts in the second chapter “Into the Show Business”. 

The previous post I made I had translated part 2 of chapter 2. 

Once again, BIG THANK YOU to my dear beta Dream @evocating for her generosity and patience. My work looks legible because of you. Also thank my real life friend Asura for helping me to clear my mind and translating a few but important sentences for me. 

Crappy photos of the original text taken by me are attached with this post below for reference. Baby Donnie is ADORABLE OKAY!???

Reminder: This post is so damn long with words and pictures. 




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anonymous asked:

Mind if I made a request of angst situation with Mccree, shimada bos, and 76' ( you can add in anyone if you want ), of their s/o died of child birth?

((I may have broken my own heart writing this. Why you make me do this anon….it’s okay, I’m going to share this pain, I’m also just going to say Mercy isn’t hear for any of these cuz…resurrection lmao))

McCree

  • You had been weak throughout the entire pregnancy, but you had insisted that you wanted this
  • You both didn’t really grow up with families so it was really important for you two to build your own together
  • The baby came early, you were 33-weeks along. You collapsed and it’s unknown how much time had passed until they found you
  • The fetus was in distress, your heart rate was weak and thready
  • You came to and were told that it was either you or the baby; the baby needed to be delivered asap but it was unsure if your body could handle it
  • McCree was absolutely heartbroken and he had never seemed more lost
  • You took his hand and told him that the baby would be a symbol of your love, that it was important to save your child first and that you would be strong enough to survive the surgery
  • He was so reluctant to okay the preterm delivery but with your convincing he said okay
  • The baby was small, you both getting a brief moment to see her before the baby was rushed off to the NICU
  • All of a sudden the monitors began to beep and you started to slip under and he was pushed out of the way but refused to leave the room
  • He is literally begging the doctors to save you and begging you to hold on and begging any god that would listen to save you
  • You slip away and he is just screaming no, that there was something that they could have done, that Mercy would have saved you
  • His screaming turns to crying as he holds your body and is begging you to come back, to not leave him, to not leave us and the family you both had made
  • He has to be sedated so that your body can be taken, he doesn’t go to the funeral
  • After Maria is given the okay to go, he disappears with her, sending notice that they are both alright but he doesn’t think he can do Overwatch anymore, it reminds him too much of you and he cannot even imagine leaving his daughter alone in this world without a mother or father like the both of yall had
  • He is given unspoken protection by both Talon and Overwatch, his families
  • Every year, on the anniversary of her death and Maria’s birthday, he visits your grave, has a mini party for the both of you
  • Eventually he comes back to Overwatch, not really to fight but so that Maria could have that family.
  • Even Reyes and Sombra end up seeing the baby, eventually

Hanzo

  • You developed severe pre-eclampsia later into your pregnancy and it had been something that the both of you had been worried about
  • You both believed that it had been being treated to the best of their knowledge and you had made it all the way to your due date but your blood pressure stayed concerningly high
  • Hanzo stayed by your side the entire time you were in labor, Genji making any runs when needed
  • You delivered your son and he was healthy and crying and beautiful and both you and Hanzo cried when you saw him
  • You begin to get a bit confused as you’re talking to Hanzo and then in the next moment you begin seizing
  • He is stunned, unable to say anything as they try and get your convulsions under control
  • Hanzo goes numb and cold when that high pitched, monotonous whine rips through the room and he isn’t able to breathe his eyes glued to the backs of the doctors that surround your hospital bed
  • He collapses when they call out a time of death, and dissolves into a full blown panic attack
  • If the doctors come near him, he screams at them to work on getting you back and to not touch him
  • Genji ends up being the only person that can touch him, Hanzo attempting to swing on him but his brother pulls him into a bruisingly tight hard to calm him down
  • He feels responsible for this, that he had not redeemed himself enough so the world thought it appropriate to take one of his most important people away
  • He was a murderer, why did he think he could live a happy life
  • He falls into a very very deep, pained depressed grief, admittedly afraid to get close to his son because what if they take him away too?
  • One day ends up stumbling onto a bunch of vids you had been shooting to release as a gift to Hanzo after the birth, most of them being from when he was on a mission or shot secretly while the two of you were around the house
  • Basically a vid saying how much you loved the both of them and that you knew Hanzo would be a great dad or how you and the baby were always rooting for him and no matter what you’d always be there for him
  • He cries and cries watching it but he begins to interact with his son more, trying to overcome the fear in his heart
  • It’s hard but he doesn’t want to insult the memory of his lost love by hurting Haruto
  • As he grows, Hanzo shows the video to his son so he never forgets what his mother looked like or that his mother loved him dearly

Genji

  • You made it full term with a clean bill of health, Genji working with Hanzo, Zenyatta and Mercy to make sure your mental, physical and spiritual health was good the entire pregnancy
  • Angela was scheduled away unfortunately when labor actually started
  • You had emphasized how much you wanted a natural birth, patting Genji’s hand as he worried over you while you went through a fairly normal labor
  • Shouta was born healthy and loud, Genji and you both crying almost as hard as the newborn when he was born
  • Hanzo and Zenyatta were there to celebrate your labor as well, being the closest family that Genji had
  • You were suddenly hit with a blinding headache, like the one you got when you had been kicked in the head in field
  • Your vision went white, then black before you completely passed out and then began to seize
  • The doctors rushed in, gave you anticonvulsants but that didn’t slow it, running an immediate full body scan found that an aneurysm had ruptured in your brain
  • Genji is stunned, becoming panicked and asking the doctors rushing around you what was happening, what could be done, are you okay
  • Hanzo goes to the hall and is making call after call to see if they can rush Angela back to work some kind of miracle like the one he had worked on Genji before
  • Zenyatta is no longer floating, he is walking, his hand is on Genji’s shoulder
  • Genji is mumbling, completely lost as he tries to make sense of what is happening his soul aching as he watches them intubate you, rushing you out and beginning surgery
  • Zenyatta is praying and Hanzo’s hand is a silent strength on Genji’s should but he never quite feels like any of this is real
  • An hour later the doctor comes out and says that he is very sorry but you slipped away while under
  • Genji absolutely loses it, he is screaming and crying, Zenyatta is holding him and Hanzo surprisingly is too
  • He is completely lost at what to do
  • Zenyatta and Hanzo assist with taking care of both him and the baby
  • It takes hi a while to come out of the numbness, Zenyatta’s wise words and Hanzo’s strength plus seeing Shouta who has so many pieces of you reminds him in bits and pieces that there is still a part of you that exists here
  • His faith was shaken but returns through support of those around him and a want to do right by the child that you both had brought into the world
  • Genji and you had taken hundreds upon hundreds of pictures and he is always showing them to Shouta, he wants to share your smile and energy with him as he grows

Soldier: 76

  • You made it to 38-weeks until you went into labor, Jack intensely worried but you comforted him saying anything after 37 would be good enough
  • You were in labor for just over fifteen hours when you finally began to push and were able to deliver a healthy, beautiful baby girl
  • Jack is crying wholeheartedly, telling you what a good job you did and how proud of you he is and saying how their daughter looks just like you
  • You’re tired, but happy, glad to hold your daughter against your chest but the nurse and doctors end up quietly and carefully ushering your daughter from the room
  • They tell you and Jack that your uterus isn’t contracting and you were bleeding much more heavily than you should have been
  • Jack is demanding treatment before coming back to your side, telling you that it would be alright, that you would be fine
  • You begin to shiver, telling him that you’re freezing, your heart rate monitor going wild with warning sounds before slipping into Class IV of hemorrhagic shock
  • The doctors are rushing bags of compatible blood into the room and giving you oxytocin and working hard to stop the bleeding
  • Jack ends up being pushed back from your body but the soldier’s mind was reeling as he tried his hardest to keep it together
  • But his mind is screaming at him that he should have known, he should have planned, he should have done something, he was letting you down just as he had let down his Overwatch family before
  • He goes into auto-pilot when the doctor tells him that you have passed, not displaying too much outward emotions, going right back to Commander mode
  • He had to make arrangements, he had to bring the baby home, he had to keep going, he couldn’t fucking stop because he knew the moment he did it would break him
  • And it did one night, Lily screaming cries filling the apartment, the child hungry but rejecting the formula that Angela had brought
  • Jack couldn’t figure out what to do and ended up just sitting there with his daughter who looked so much like her mother and cried with her; cried for who he had lost, cried because he felt so helpless, crying because he was just lost
  • Ana, Rein and Torb forcibly invite themselves to his place, Ana staying with the main for several weeks until he was actually back on his feet and not moving robotically
  • With their help and love and the love of the new OW agents, Lily grows up in a loving, healthy environment
Letting you go was never an easy thing to do. No matter how hard I’ve tried to forget you, I just couldn’t. There were so many times when I was walking alone in the streets, staring at the pavements, I didn’t even realize that the path that I was taking was the one going to your house. When I was a few steps closer, that’s when I stopped. You were there outside, staring at the sky. Probably admiring its beauty, questioning its existence even. You were standing there, waiting for something to happen. I was admiring you from afar when suddenly, she was in the picture. She runs towards you and kissed you. In that moment I was trying so hard not to shed a tear for you but then I saw you holding her neck and you fucking kissed back. I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s like I’m watching my life being stripped away from me. I couldn’t bare to see it so I started to walk away, taking my way home. And then I found myself stopping by on the pavements while I cry my heart out. It was so difficult to go home. Especially with me being like this. Such a mess, your mess.

Hey Violet Sunflower, thank you for your question. I wanted to answer it publicly, if that’s okay.

So, I can only give you my answer, from my perspective. I don’t speak for anyone else. Here it goes:

There’s a big difference between dressing up as a character and donning brownface. When we dress up as a character, we are embodying that character’s essence. We are embracing the universality of their appeal and “being” them for a moment. But we do this with a great deal of respect. In a lot of ways I see cosplaying as an act of love; we love a character so much that we want to embody them. Brownface has a very different intention: to mock. There is no love in mockery. It generalizes and it draws not from knowledge but from stereotype. Tribute and Mockery lay at opposite ends of the spectrum. (There’s a fine line between Satire and Mockery but that’s for another time…)

Carlos is universal. Carlos is earnest. Carlos is a dork. Carlos is kind. Carlos is clueless. Carlos is (for the moment) in a long distance relationship. Carlos is a Scientist. These are things that many of us can relate to. These qualities transcend race, gender, sexual orientation, ability, religion, class, and age. 

So, I encourage you to cosplay Carlos. Sure, don’t do brownface, but do find out what it is that you love about Carlos and embody that. And, when you do, post the pictures so that I can see it and smile feeling lucky to be part of this awesome community of people that love stories so much that they want to exist in them. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm wanting to try making an animatic but I lost my tablet pen so I need to try using traditional. Do you happen to have any tips on making tradi-animatics? (Or maybe explain the proccess as well since I'm such a noob :'))

Well there’s like two ways I could go about this. What I usually do, since my animatics are usually in a chibi style is that I draw all the art necessary on as many pages of paper as possible. As you see below I have extra arms/hands and that’s so when I edit this digitally I can just edit that arm on an already existing picture to make a new gesture w/o me having to draw it. Once I have all the art done I then scan it all and edit it on the computer. On my Youtube (Niansue) I have art streams where I go about working on animatics and comics and then I also have a video where I put it all together so if you wanna see that it’s there~ 

As for another other way to do the animatics you could make it so 1 piece of paper = 1 frame. I would do this in my regular art style since it’s hard to put all the art needed on 1 page but I haven’t actually done any animatics this way as the amount of paper needed to be scanned is quite a lot and I’m already lazy as it is ;;=3=) Here’s a frame from a scraped project and while I’ll never finish it was still a nice experience to learn from~ 

Anyways hoped this helped you~ I know starting something you’re fairly new at can be super intimidating but this is all for fun so just do whatever and as long as you like it then you’re good lol 

Two Birds, One Convention

Characters: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You and Jared tell the fans about your marriage at his convention. You surprise them more than Jared expected.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this story! No offense to Gen, I love her to death, but they never dated or got married in this. The wedding scene was inspired by Perfect by Ed Sheeran. This was very interesting to write! Feedback is always appreciated! enjoy xx

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Today was the day. You were marrying the love of your life, Jared Padalecki. The only people that knew about it was close friends and family. You and Jared wanted to keep it that way. You both wanted to enjoy each other without the fans and paparazzi. The more you thought about the aisle that awaits you, the more nervous you got.

This is a dream for you. You’re marrying your soulmate. Your parents are alive to witness it, and everyone you love also there to witness this magical moment.

As you walk down the aisle, you couldn’t help the smile that came across your face as you saw Jared. He looked as handsome as ever. Just looking at him made you fall in love all over again.

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Hope and Blood

Originally posted by soracormac

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the story itself. Please do not copy my work or credit it as your own. The picture above is from @soracormac

Pairing: Shay Cormac x reader

Warning: none

Words: 306

A/N: So this is written for Shay Patrick Day and I honestly never thought this little fic/drabble/ficlet/whatever you want to call it would even exist. But it does. Somehow. Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism will be welcomed with open arms. That is of course if you have any you are willing to give, of course.

Tagging as many members of the SCDS as I can and reblog to the others if you want: @writingsofawaywardnerd@freedomaboveallelse@romancingthecreed@bunnyyumyum@shay-makes-my-luck@rooks-and-blighters@imakemyownblog@blindgeishateahouse@jeweledfaith@sailingalongchampagneshores@thepandadrawer@raes-utter-nonsense​ (she isn’t a part of the squad but I know she’s expressed interest in my writing) @shaytham-is-life

Without further ado, I present to you one of the first (but hopefully not last) fics I have written, so enjoy!



She sees the color red everywhere. On her skin and on her clothes. Buried within her was a cold, unsympathetic cylindrical object and she felt it slowly draining the life out of her. Her fingers touched something warm and when she moved her wrist meekly, her eyes watched as red continued to fall into her palm. She could feel that exact same warm liquid, one of the last things keeping her alive, seep from her lips and staining the pavement below her. However she welcomes the feeling it brought her; a sense of relief and comfort.

Strong arms and an Irish jargon scoops her limp body up and holds onto her as she feels her eyelids droop and her breath thinning.

“Hold on, darling. You’ll be alright.” A man’s voice calls out amidst the echoes. Shay.

‘I love that voice,’ she thinks. Memories of waking up next to him, sitting in front of a roaring fire. A boat by a pier, a soft ocean breeze blowing through their hair and joyous laughter. So much laughter.

“It’s okay.” She murmurs with as much energy she could afford to exert. “It’s okay.”

“No, no it’s not. I am so sorry, love.” Shay chokes through a heavy wave of tears as he brought her close in his arms.

“Yes, it is. I’ve lived long enough and I’m glad that I knew you during my time.” She mumbles as blood spews through her lips and onto his shirt.

Darkness began to fold in on her as Shay’s voice cries out for her once more, begging her to keep her eyes open. A ghost of an ambulance siren wailed in the distance as she struggled to breathe.

“I’ve been through enough, darling. Thank you for everything you have done.” She sighed as her eyes closed a final time. “I love you.”

Memories

“Hey”. Dean looked up from his computer to see Cas walking toward him carrying a large book. He smirked before closing his computer and pushing his chair back away from the library table.

“Hey. What have you got there?” Dean asked, shifting slightly so that Cas could sit on his lap. The angel sat down before bending down and pressing a quick kiss to the hunter’s lips. He placed the book on the table in front of them and explained.

“I was looking for something to do while you and Sam finished your hunt, so I had some pictures developed. I thought I would surprise you.” Cas leaned forward and flipped open the cover, revealing an album completely full of photos. Dean hadn’t realized that many pictures of them even existed.

“Cas, where did you find all of these?” he asked, flipping through the first few pages.

“I acquired them from several sources. Old cellphones, disposable cameras, some of them are actually ones that I have taken.” Dean wrapped an arm around Cas’ waist, pulling him closer to his chest. They flipped through the pages, seeing photo after photo of Dean and Sam. Dean chuckled softly when he came across a picture of a sleeping Sam with a plastic spoon stuck to his nose. He remembered taking this picture years ago when they were looking for John. It was so long ago, but he can still remember swerving on the road from laughing so hard. He turned the page to see a collection of photos that made his heart sink. Most of them had been taken at the Roadhouse, between hunts or when they were just visiting. “I like that one.” Cas said, pointing to the one on the top left of the page. Dean cleared his throat, trying to contain his emotions. In the photo, Dean stood between Ellen and Jo with an arm around each of them. Ellen was looking at Dean like a proud parent as Jo laughed with her arms around him. He didn’t remember taking this photo, which was probably a result of the beers on the nearby table, but he was glad to have it.

“I do too,” he replied quietly.

“I’m sorry if I have upset you. I thought you might like having them printed out I can…”

“No..” Dean stopped Cas with a small kiss. “I love it, Cas. I really do. I just wasn’t expecting to see some of these.” He gave him a small smile. “But I’m very thankful to have them.”  Cas smiled back.

“There are some newer ones toward the back” he whispered, working up a small blush.

“Oh?” Dean replied, suddenly curious. He flipped to the last few pages of the book and he felt his heart swell a bit in his chest. All of the pictures were of the two of them doing different things… cooking together, driving in Baby, and one of them taking a nap on the couch. Dean made a mental note to both thank, and yell at Sammy for being creepy and taking pictures of the two of them. “These are great Cas.”

“Let me show you my favorite” Dean watched as Cas flipped to the last page and smiled.

After looking at it for a moment, Dean whispered, “It’s my favorite too.” He wrapped both of his arms around Cas and kissed the back of his neck. In the photo, Dean and Cas stood with their foreheads placed together. They were both wore huge smiles, their fingers intertwined and a golden band on Cas’ hand. Dean puffed up with pride when he read the caption underneath “Mr. & Mr. Winchester”.

“ I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, Cas.”

an after credits scene, if you will // a Dear White People fic

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lol finished watching Dear White People and immediately needed this little moment written; SPOILERS ABOUND for the series; picks up right after the end of the finale.

post-Defamation, Sam’s got a lot to process too. + on ao3

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further shitposty saihara/momota from urs truly

Okay, please look at this pic one more time:

Ignoring the weird thigh grab, I’d like to point out that this is the only existing image we have of a happy Saihara. This weird, shippy, “we’re taking the moon” promotional art (can i call it ‘searching for the moon’? That’s cute, okay)

And just, look how angry Kaito gets when they accuse Saihara. Everyone else is generally just in disagreement, but Kaito looks pissed, almost:

He also seems to be one of the people you have to “push” for

And Saihara’s expression during the debate can totally be taken as embarrassment. He’s embarrassed that so many people are defending him.

Am I going to far? Fuck yes. Will any of this matter? Probably not. But if Oumami already has smut headcanons based on one picture, then let me have my Saimota/searching for the moon headcanons (i was gonna use momohara but it seems that tag exists, for some reason)

gdifbkadb  asked:

can i have a headcanon request about Akaashi, Kuroo, Oikawa and Tsukishima on their instagram? like their bio, feed, captions, followers etc etc thanks!

sure thing chicken wing!

(also these are so long i did not mean for this to happen im sorry if u wanted smth shorter aaaa)

-kitty


Akaashi’s bio is just “Akaashi Keiji, 2nd yr, Furkurodani.”  the link in his bio is literally just to the school’s website.  it’s so boring it hurts.

He follows some darker themed men’s fashion accounts and some volleyball ones, but he never sees any of it because his feed is always taken over by Bokuto’s excessive posting of outdated white text memes and blurry selfie spams.  Because of this, Kuroo hacked Akaashi’s phone during training camp and made Akaashi follow like four different Really Edgy™ meme accounts and Akaashi still doesn’t know.

(In relation to this, Kuroo also once changed the link in his bio to lead to yvette’s bridal but Akaashi noticed and changed it back).

Akaashi’s captions are probably like…fake deep quotes.  Like the kind of stuff you find edited over pictures of sunsets that have no credit for who says it.  Either that or he just leaves it blank cause he’s a square.

Everyone in Fukurodani is following Akaashi simply because Bokuto would not let anyone rest until he did.  Bokuto has been memeing on instagram so long that he practically went into cardiac arrest when he found out Akaashi made an account, and the next day he showed Akaashi’s account to anyone who would listen.  But, Akaashi does gain quite a few female followers all on his own, cause his account is on private and all the girls wanna stalk the pretty owl boy.

Kuroo’s bio literally just says his name, then a bunch of really dumb emojis.  The link in his bio leads to business cat and you can’t argue with me on this one.

He follows So Many Meme Accounts.  this dork is dank.  He tags Kenma to the shittier ones because he has nothing to lose and Kenma’s dry responses make him laugh.

THERE’S A NEKOMA MEME DM.

His captions are all emojis.  He never captions anything with words.  If you went to his account you legit would not be able to figure out even what language he spoke unless you found like…his bucket challenge video from like 2 years ago.

He posts memes so he has a lot of followers.  Not a lot of people from school follow him though.

Oikawa’s bio has his basic info with some kaomoji splashed in, along with “#iwachansmells2k16.”  The link in his bio is to a video of seijou playing the interhigh prelims game against Karasuno.

Oikawa, like Akaashi, follows some men’s fashion accounts and volleyball accounts.  He also follows some more (forgive my phrasing) “mainstream” meme accounts and probably gets tricked into following shoutout accounts a lot. He also follows conspiracy theory accounts unironically.

He posts ton’s of selfies, but they’re always ones where he’s with someone else, how cute.

His captions are explaining whatever he’s doing in the picture, usually.

He has so.  many.  followers.  A lot of them are girls who like him, as one would expect, but there are also a lot of guys following him too.  Pretty much everyone at Aobajohsai is following him, and a lot of people outside of school admire his success in volleyball and follow him too.

(Ushijima tried to follow him and was instantly blocked).

Tsukishima’s instagram might as well not exist.  His bio is completely blank except for a link that leads here.  He doesn’t even have any posts.

He follows a lot of music artists and a couple of volleyball accounts.  He also-regrettably, he says–follows everyone on Karasuno, except for Narita, because he kept posting nothing but closeups of everyone on the team’s faces while they were playing volleyball.

Literally the only people who follow him are the members of Karasuno, his brother, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi.

Themed Characters: Vampires P2

She made a home for them, let them come and go freely, despite her mortality.

They were embarrassed of their eye color. What kind of Vampire had glowing pink eyes? 

They had time- plenty of it. They liked to reflect that in the length of their hair, now flowing down to their knees. 

They found it weird that he was following them- wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Where the Vampire followed the human? Either way, at this point, it was just getting annoying.

“Who would turn six children into Vampires and then just…leave them?” They asked, peering down at the huddled kids in the corner of the room. “And why did you bring them to me?”

She had gotten good at replicating the patterns of all her old favorite clothing designers. After all, they weren’t around anymore, and where else was she going to find the same exact pattern that didn’t exist because the weaving technique had gotten lost all those years ago?

He flipped the coin in his fingers, hoping to whoever was watching over him that it landed on tails, like it had so many times before. He felt his heart in his throat when it landed on heads. His shoulders slumped and he looked over at his friend, “Guess you win this time, huh? Alright, do it. Make it quick, if you can.”

They had a wall covered in pictures of their past lovers and friends. When they were feeling nostalgic, they would spend the day in that room instead of sleeping.

Being a Nonbinary Black Teen

So I have not seen this type of profile and I’m here to offer it. Of course this is simply my experiences so I cannot speak for the black collective. 

Beauty Standards

Goodness gracious this is a big thing about being nonbinary. A lot of people when they think of not ascribing to being male or female normally picture someone androgynous. You can never tell what they are/what you think they identify as and that is a huge misconception. Of course people that look like that exist but it’s ignoring so many different things that make a person well…A person. 

It’s caused me to doubt my own gender multiple times as I am very masculine looking. I have a beard, a very deep voice, basically a lot of markers that I was assigned male at birth. So I don’t fit into that nice neat category that apparently encompasses all nonbinary people. Do not make the assumption we all fit into one single umbrella.

Misconceptions

There’s a lot of things with us that are pretty big misconceptions. One I’d like to list is pronouns, please do not assign “they” to every single person that says they are nonbinary. It is of course a very good gender neutral term when you do not know what the person identifies as but a lot of nonbinary people I know go by typically gendered pronouns or something else (ze/zem etc). Once again do not go under the assumption that we all fit into a single umbrella. All people are different!

Another one is that we’re all white (which is a big problem within the community in itself actually but I will touch on that more in a moment). POC who are nonbinary exist, we are here. It baffles me how such a thing is assigned to “special snowflake” white people as if they are the first to come up with this concept. Newsflash: The concept has been around for a very very long time and it’s only just heard of because of colonization basically uprooting many people and destroying their cultural belief systems. White colonizers imposed this binary upon people as a way of making them easier to assimilate. 

Identity Issues

I have a lot of these and they mainly have to do with my race. As a queer black person I’m at risk for about 1,000 things at once. As the LGBT community is frequently very white centric, misogynistic and racist it’s so hard for me to fit in. Couple this with the fact I don’t believe I am a man or a woman and it makes things that much harder. 

As I stated before, I was assigned male at birth. This makes things complicated for me due to the fact society views me as a black male and nothing else. It’s very hard for me to vocalize the misogynoir I’ve experienced as I don’t want to be viewed as if I’m “intruding” upon spaces for black women because of how I am viewed. And it’s not like I haven’t also had to deal with the racism that comes with being a black man either. So I’m just stuck, can I say I identify with both issues or just one? Am I even allowed to say something like that?

My blackness always feels so separate from my gender that it just feels foreign when the two are combined. 

Micro-aggressions

Golly this is a big one. A lot of white people do not understand they cannot conflate their gender oppression with racism. I remember there was a callout post circulating for a black person at one point and it said that since they were a POC (just say black, please) they should understand what it’s like to be oppressed. 

This is a false equivalency. It ignores the fact that black people, especially black women can be oppressed for their gender and their race. It also ignores the fact that black people can have certain privileges that come with being heterosexual and cisgender. You cannot expect a victim of racism to understand the ins and outs of your oppression if they have not experienced it themselves. Especially when the nonbinary community can be just as guilty of racism as any other person. 

What I’d like to see more of

This got long but I’d like to see nonbinary people of color being incorporated into stories and literally anything. There are so many of us out there and it’s very hard to identify with white faces in a community that’s already not taken seriously. It simply makes us feel left out (again) of something that would boost our self esteem immensely and make us feel validated. But please keep in mind the other rules on writing POC apply.

Make us proud of our identities, both our gender and our race. Do not put us in stereotypical roles, even if you recognized our gender. As many wise black people once said, we don’t always gotta be slaves!

This is devastating, guys.  In 30 years, if nothing is done, all the rainforests in the world will be completely gone.

Our grandkids won’t live in a world where rainforests exist.  They will only be able to see it in pictures and told through stories.  

25% of all plant species will be gone.  Many with the potential to heal disease.  But we have no time to study them all, they are being destroyed too quickly.

25% of the world’s oxygen.  Gone.  Animals.  Gone.

This is so sad, guys.  We need to do something about this.