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Sawamura Sundays

His captaincy and why he deserves more recognition

Alright, so first of all, I would like to thank you guys for sharing your thoughts! And some of you have raised some fine points, ones which I would like to include in this installment.

For the official kick off of this… whatever this is, I want to talk about Daichi as a volleyball player, particularly his position as captain, and how important his captaincy is for the entire team.

(I just wanted to include this picture because he looks so damn fine and wow how do I breathe but anyway)

The thing is, for Daichi, leadership comes naturally. I mean, he’s the captain of his junior high team, one where he played with Ikejiri, and from that flashback, it was very obvious that Daichi has wisdom well beyond his years.

He already has this maturity and his stabilizing presence is already apparent from the get go. But see, the thing is, and this has been accurately said by @monkeyingaround, “his character could have been so typical, but Furudate did, as Furudate does”, which is to give characters the dimensions and more colorful facets of personality. And this couldn’t have been truer for Daichi.

He could have been easily the strict, boring captain, but he’s more than that. He could’ve been someone who’s probably super powered, because he’s a captain for a reason, right? But the thing is, what makes him the perfect captain for his team, is because he’s not actually any of that.

And for him, it’s not a bad thing.

Believe me, he provides the team with more than just support! That’s why I am still so grateful for the Daichi centric chapters, because they emphasized how big of an impact Daichi’s responsible nature is for Karasuno.

Valor and Simplicity. 

(I still cry about this.)

It really hammered the point that instead of seeing him as just this boring character, his stability provides the team with the solid and stable foundation that they need. But he does so in various ways. 

A few cases in point, he can be like this:

But he can also be like this:

Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei thought it best.

(On an unrelated side note: I absolute love how his centric chapters are called Playground and how its cover page is this:

(It’s like basically saying that Daichi owns the game, not just in terms of volleyball, but also his teammates. And I digress, but anyway…)

Aside from being captain, he’s also a wing spiker, although Daichi stands out more, and he’s actually notable because of his solid receives. I cannot stress how much this skill have been so crucial in Karasuno winning their matches. While it is the point that goes over the net and to the opponent’s side of the court that technically counts, not letting the opponent score and keeping the ball in play counts as much. And Daichi, what with the numerous times he’d saved his team by saving the ball during critical plays.

I find this picture kind of ironic though, but oh well.

He’s well lauded for that, and boy am I proud when characters also recognize him for this, but I still agree with @rubysfavorites, that Daichi gets set aside for more popular, flashier characters, and isn’t seen as special or unique. It’s one of the reasons why, as @narubabe mentioned, that Daichi doesn’t get enough credit for being a catalyst for Hinata and Kageyama working together.

Actually, we can go way back than that. Because, honestly, and I will never get tired of saying this, if it weren’t for Daichi, the whole Karasuno, the Karasuno that we know and love today, wouldn’t have been possible. “Chemical reaction of encounters” chapter, remember? Daichi, and the rest of the third years, didn’t let the roots hold them down. They fought their way through it, they gritted and grinded their teeth, just to be able to reach the place where they are right now.

Or when the second years quit the team, but he didn’t lose out hope, and was thankful for having them back?

Even Old Man Ukai knows.

And if that’s not enough for you, Daichi served as the coach. THE COACH for the team, when they didn’t have one. He took on the responsibility of being the coach and captain, and if you don’t think that’s amazing or don’t deserve a high praise and utmost recognition then I don’t know how else to convince you.

In conclusion: Daichi is a great captain, who deserves more love and more recognition than what he’s getting. Karasuno isn’t Karasuno, wouldn’t be the Karasuno without him.

Feel free to add your thoughts! :)

it’s mah sunset boi Bing

(Why’s he so fun to draw??? SOMEONE ANSWER ME!!!

Also, I just saw my friend’s digital drawings and I was so AMAZED. I’m so inspired to try new things more now! Some day I’ll get to make awesome pieces as well. But here’s something new that I tried: palettes! And no ‘light draft’ or something! And boy was this a fun thing to do! Bing is like the ultimate art practice guy. For me. Might try for Goog and the others some time! Hope you like it!)

anonymous asked:

dream girl?

Buff, tall, athletic, brunette, with light color eyes like blue or green or grey, a girl who is tough and dresses more on the masculine side, but is actually a softy who has a really kind and genuine heart. Secretly dominant, will give me lap dances. Someone who makes me feel comfortable when it comes to going outside my comfort zone and doing things I would normally never do. Someone who holds my hand when I’m nervous. Does as many cute things for me as I will do for her. Someone who likes both being held and holding me, cuz I like both. Someone I can adventure with but also stay at home and chill with. Someone who I can mess around with and being a huge dork with. Someone who gives me piggy back rides and someone who will let me give piggy rides. Someone who is beautiful and makes it hard for me to decide whether I want to kiss her, hold her, or fuck her

BTS Most to Least Likely to Date a Girl of Color

I believe that all of them would date a girl no matter her race, but based on their personalities and my own observations and opinions, this is what I came up with!

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Namjoon

Namjoon’s first because I definitely see him as the one who would immediately take interest into a girl of color and would be intrigued to find out her racial background and culture. Of course he wouldn’t base their entire relationship around her race, but I feel he would find her being a different race to be new and exciting.

Yoongi

Everyone knows Yoongi is very open minded, which is why I put him second as I see he wouldn’t care at all about his girlfriend’s race. He would be willing to date anyone, as long as there’s a mental connection and they know how to speak Korean.

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sorry it took so long to get to these, I wanted to answer them separately!

anon 1: while art is definitely where the majority of my income comes from, it isn’t really a full time job for me; I like to keep a part-time job on the side for increased stability, getting out of the house, moving my wrists in different ways to avoid art-related injury, keeping myself social, etc! I know a lot of people think they haven’t “made it” as an artist if they have another job, but I don’t think that’s a particularly good way of thinking!

as for applying to schools, it’s difficult for me to give good advice here since I didn’t attend an “art college” (I went to a public in-state liberal arts college with a pretty generalized fine arts course), but I would suggest looking for what each school/major asks for in its applications, as it can vary greatly! an illustration portfolio won’t match what they’re looking for in an animation portfolio, and so on. they will all be looking for strong fundamentals, though - understanding of color, shape, anatomy, composition, that sort of thing! if you’re looking for more specifics, you can always call someone in that department; they’re usually pretty helpful!

as for being super stressed about your art right now - you have so many years ahead of you for improvement, so don’t worry if you feel you’re not where you want to be! no matter which school you attend, you’re going to experiment and learn and change so much!

anon 2: this is a difficult question to answer, because there’s really no single path or single hot tip…!! I know you’ve heard “practice!!! post often!!!!!” a thousand times, so I’ll skip that for now haha

I think the most important thing for me has been talking to others and forming relationships (twitter is great for this)! peers with similar interests and goals are great for keeping you motivated and focused, and for keeping you up-to-date with what’s going on in the industry (which publishers to avoid, new opportunities, etc). also, if you’ve ever felt excited to show off a friend’s work to strangers, know that your friends do the same (and somewhere down the line, they might even suggest you for a project!). BUT! and this is big! don’t try to form relationships with people simply for their status - don’t immediately take to leaving messages in every popular artist’s inbox with the end goal of climbing the ladder. people don’t like to be used / tricked! just be genuine! just have fun!

also, if there are any zines / anthology projects going around that are accepting submissions that you would be interested in, absolutely give those a go!!! they’re good lessons in time management, learning to format your work for print, and in some cases you’ll be given feedback/revision suggestions, all in a less intense setting! it’s good for you, it will put your art in front of a new audience, and it will also signal to others that you can handle and adapt to these things.

unfortunately, there is also an element of luck - I’m not going to pretend that I was given these jobs simply because I worked harder or performed better than others. that’s simply not always going to be the case. often it will just depend on whether your work happens to be seen at the right time - so just make sure you’re always putting out your own personal best! and frankly, don’t be afraid to self promote - bump your tweets! reblog your posts! make sure people see it!

I’m wishing both of you the best of luck with everything!!

15 Day Challenge; Day 4: Mittens

A/n: Day 4 babes! I haven't messed up yet!!!! So proud, anywho here is the 4th part in the series I hope you guys are enjoying it and fall! Maybe soon we’ll have weather like reader is experiencing cause it’s not cold here at all

Pairing: Loki x reader (eventually)

Warnings: None

Originally posted by maryxglz

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It had been awhile since Loki had been bombarded by Y/n. He figured it was due to her recent mission, but he hadn’t seen her at all since she’d been back. He wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but he did miss her. He walked the halls until he found himself at her door. Knocking gently he waited for her to open it. Instead, a loud crash was heard followed by a cheerful “It’s open.” Loki walked in and found the girl sitting on the floor which was covered in gloves.

“What in the nine realms,” Loki muttered

“I can’t find a matching pair,” she commented

“Maybe if you didn’t have so many, why do you have so many?” the god started looking through the pile

“Well sometimes when I can’t find a matching pair I go out and buy a new pair, and some pairs don’t go with certain outfits, so I need more. Some are fingerless, so I can’t wear them all winter, and some are mittens which look cute but aren’t very functional.” she rambled as she searched for a match to any of the gloves on her floor.

“It can’t be that important to match all of your clothes. Don’t you take them off inside anyways?” He asked

“Yeah, but aesthetic Lokes,” she sighed “I can’t go out with rainbow gloves on and a dark outfit. Alternatively, I can’t wear my black gloves with a blue or brown jacket, and then there’s the trouble of if I want to look cute or just be warm,” Loki chuckled “this is a very serious matter don’t laugh at me,”

“I’m not laughing at you,” he paused

“You so are, either way, I have to buy a new pair of gloves,” she said

“Why do you need gloves so bad anyways?”

“Because it’s cold and it’s going to be cold tomorrow, and that’s when we’re going to the pumpkin patch,” she explained

Loki sighed “do I have to go,”

“Yes because it’s getting crossed off your list, plus if we go tomorrow no one will want to go with us, and I figured you’d rather do that then have Thor tag along,” Y/n said

“How considerate of you,” he muttered

“I know, I’m great,” she smiled “Now come on.”

Loki followed Y/n around the store giving her opinions on all of the things she was looking at to buy. What started out as a quick trip to the mall ended up with them going to every store and buying more than they had planned to.

“Loki,” she called holding up a green sweater “this would look great on you! It’s even your color,”

“Oh nonononononono" Loki shook his head “this was your trip, not mine,”

“At least try it on,” she begged “please? For me?”

He hated that he couldn’t turn her down. Honestly, he wanted to find someone that could. He grabbed the hanger from her as she cheered and hugged him. It wasn’t long before his arms were full of outfits she had put together for him. He lost count of how many times he had walked in and out of the dressing room because she had to see everything he wore.

“So are you getting anything?” she asked excitedly when he came out for the last time

“No,” he replied

“Why not you looked great in these jeans and that shirt,” she told him

“I don’t wear jeans and t-shirts darling,” he chided

“Well the cardigan looked nice,” she said

“I’m not a fan.”

“At least buy something,” she said

“Fine,” Loki sighed picking up the first sweater she picked out for him. He did actually like the sweater, it was more comfortable than he thought it would be and even though he didn’t need the extra warmth is was nice. Besides, it was something that would make him think of her, not that he needed reminders of her lately.

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A/n; I hope you guys are enjoying this! Let me know what you think! -G

How To Adult on a Budget: Kitchen Edition

I wish someone would have told me these things when I was younger to save me a lot of time, money, and frustrating mistakes so here you go kids:

- when you’re putting together your first kitchen on a tight budget, certain quality items are way more important. good basics will get you through most day-to-day cooking and last basically forever, whereas nice matching plates are cute but no less functional than mismatched stuff from goodwill. (also, overstock stores are a GREAT way to get good basics cheap because who gives a shit about damaged packaging or out of season colors when it comes to stuff like this? rich people maybe idk)

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First Time Again (3)

This was supposed to be nesta and cassian meeting his family. But it got to be a beast so I spilt the chapters up. Guys I am in love with this story (i just wrong probs one of my favorite scenes) Can’t wait to share more!

One Two


Chapter 3

When I woke up my head was pounding. My throat was dry. I felt like I was dying, my body was hot and cold all at once. I coughed, wincing as the sunlight hit my eyes. The throbbing in my head got even worse. I pulled at my blankets and turned, a wave of nausea hit me. The room tilted, I felt like I was about to be sick. Like I had the flu or food poisoning. It all hit me at once and I could barely find the strength to move.

I pushed myself up out of bed and walked slowly towards the bathroom. I splashed my face with water. I pressed my hand full of cold water to the back of my neck thinking it would help my fever. I stood up straighter and caught my reflection. I gasped slightly, I looked pale. My hands were shaking and I realized why. On top of feeling physically sick, I was starting to panic. So much had happened yesterday.

My best friend had come home, a man I didn’t know. I haven’t seen him in fifteen years and yet the moment he flashed me that smile I felt myself fall. And then he touched me and I was suddenly someone I didn’t recognize. We were apart of a world that was a fairytale. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be, because I lived in reality. But it was there inside my chest, telling me that I needed Cassian. He was the other half of my soul and it was a wonder I had lived this long without him.

I felt sick again. My stomach flipped and I closed my eyes, holding onto the sink for support. The idea of needing Cassian, of being imprinted with him, suddenly attached to someone. I had always been independent, how could I become this girl who needed someone to touch me in order to be okay?

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someone give me batfamily cartoon

It's You (The Doctor)

93. “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before.”

Imagine the 12th Doctor posing as the Caretaker at the school where you teach. You’ve traveled with him before, but don’t recognize him because you were with his 11th incarnation.
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“May I have your attention, please,” Headmaster Armitage’s staticky voice sounded over the intercom. I stopped writing on the chalk board to hear what the announcement was all about. “Teachers, I am calling for a quick staff meeting in the lounge, please. All teachers in the lounge for a staff meeting at this time. Thank you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. As soon as the intercom clicked off, I hesitantly set down the piece of chalk, and hurried to the lounge. There must be a change in the lunch duty schedules; Headmaster Armitage hardly ever called a staff meeting unless it was something crucial.

It turned out, the original caretaker, Mr. Atif, had called in sick, so they were expecting a stand-in. A sudden knock on the door signified his entrance. “Ah,” Headmaster Armitage smiled, “here he is.”

A tall figure in a brown coverall holding a broom walked in the door. His appearance made him seem intense: he was considerably old from the wrinkles on his long, narrow face, his soft, gentle smirk contradicted his grey, naturally-arched and menacing eyebrows. His eyes held a mysterious hue behind the stormy color, yet it felt familiar.

“I’m the new caretaker,” he introduced himself in a Scottish accent, giving him a more friendly side to him. “John Smith.”

Scrunching my eyebrows, I bit my lower lip in thought: I used to know someone who used that alias many times. I glanced over at Ms. Oswald whose eyes were wide as saucers.

“Welcome to Coal Hill, Mr. Smith,” Mr. Pink welcomed him, shaking his hand firmly.

“Thanks,” he acknowledged. “Yes, the name’s John Smith. But, you know, here’s the thing: most people just call me..” He trailed off as he caught my gaze. “The Doctor.” He finished.

His eyes held mine for a few moments until he cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “So, if anybody needs me, just, you know, give me a shout. I’ll be in the storeroom just getting the lie of the land.”

The other teachers slowly filed out of the room, losing interest in his speech except for Miss Oswald, who was practically glaring at him. “Yes, nobody’s taking any notice at all,” he continued as I stepped out the door. “Absolutely good news because it means I must be coming across just as an absolutely boring human being like you.”

I turned around to see Ms. Oswald spinning around and mouthing something to him.

“Deep cover,” he said nonchalantly, holding the door. His eyes switched back to me with an awestruck stare. “D-deep cover,” he stammered before shutting the door completely and canceling our impromptu staring contest. Why did he look at me like that, and why did his eyes seem so familiar?

“Does he know you?” Ms. Oswald’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

“N-no.” I stuttered, looking at her suspicious expression. “You seem to, though.”

She shook her head. “Never met him in my life,” she answered quickly.

“Really? Because you sure were giving him what-for with those glares of yours,” I chuckled.

“Well, you seemed to catch his attention every time he looked at you, eh?” She smirked, walking by me. “I’ve got to get to class. Good day, Ms. (L/n).”

“And to you, Ms. Oswald,” I replied, rolling my eyes and making my way back to my classroom, the new caretaker on my mind for some odd reason.
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As I walked down the corridor, I noticed the caretaker standing on a ladder trying to fix one of the lights. As I looked a bit closer, I noticed he placed something on the wire that connected it to the ceiling.

“What is that?” I inquired out loud, startling his, his wide eyes glancing around for an excuse.

“Uh, just a new security system, that’s all,” he answered, stepping down the ladder.

“Why would we need one?” I chuckled. “We received a new one at the beginning of the year.”

“Yes,” he hopped off of the last step, “but these will give you more surveillance advantages. You know, keep the kids from doing things like this.” He gestured to a message that read, “Ozzie loves the Squaddie” on the window.

“Courtney,” I grumbled. “I am so sorry, Mr. Smith.”

“Oh, no need to worry, (Y/n). Nothing a little washrag can’t solve.”

I blinked at him as he easily wiped the message away. “How do you know my name?” I pondered in a soft voice.

Mr. Smith froze, turning towards me with a solemn expression. “It’s me, (Y/n),” he said. “I’m back.”

“Back?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before. You must be mistaken.”

He frowned. “Don’t you recognize me? Didn’t the alias John Smith ring a bell?”

“Alias?” This was all so confusing!

Sighing, he took my hand and mumbled, “Come with me.” Before I could protest, he dragged me out of the building, stopping by a draining grate and dropping one of the devices in it.

“Why would we need surveillance down there?” I snorted. Mr. Smith shrugged and stood from the ground, looking over at Ms. Oswald who was scolding kids for playing football on the chessboard.

“Moving on,” he muttered, grabbing my hand again and leading me to the storage room.

“Mr. Smith,” I groaned, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring me into this room, the kids and staff will talk-”

“And one for luck,” he interrupted as he put another device in the hanging basket next to the door. He turned to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Brace yourself, (Y/n) (L/n), for the shock of your life.”

The door swung open, and he led me inside, closing it behind us. “Why’d you bring me in here?” I interrogated. He simply raised his eyebrows and jogged around me.

“Mr. Smith, I mean it,” I slightly raised my tone, following him, “I have no time for…” I froze. My stomach flopped while my heart fell to my feet. The caretaker stood next to a tall, deep-blue Police Box.

“Oh, you know exactly what this is, don’t you?” he mused with a sly smirk, his eyes staring with a mischievous glint.

“Is that…the TARDIS?” I whispered the last word. With a solemn nod, my question was answered. “But where’s the Doctor? Is he in there?” I asked excitedly, wishing to see my old friend.

He gestured for me to follow him in, and I immediately obliged walking in to see a whole new set-up. “He redecorated,” I chuckled. “I don’t like it.” A silent atmosphere settled around the room as my eyes danced around her once again.

“Here,” Mr. Smith coughed, “I think there’s something for you.” He switched a screen on the console on, and a message began to play.

“Is this thing on?” A familiar voice asked. “Is that what the red light means?” The Doctor’s confused face appeared on the screen, the camera shaking as he toggled with it.

My heart fluttered. “Doctor!” I exclaimed, looking up excitedly at Mr. Smith. “It’s him! It’s really him!” He smiled down at me.

“All right,” he cleared his throat. “This is the 11th Doctor. The current date is, uh,” he glanced down at the console, “April 23, 2011.”

“The day he brought me home,” I whispered, looking down.

“You’ll recognize it as the day I took you back home. I’ll be perfectly honest, it was not an easy thing to do,” he sighed. “I left you with no explanation, and didn’t say whether or not I’d see you again, so I’ve decided to make this message.

"First of all, I am terribly sorry it had to be this way; I wish it could’ve been easier, but it wasn’t. Not at all. Secondly, I wanted to let you know that this is my last day to live.” My hands flew up to my mouth. “It may seem to be a shock, but everyone’s story must end sometime, right?”

Tears flooded my eyes. Why would this man want me to watch this? “But, I’d like for you to know something: I’ve found a way out of it.” I raised my eyebrows. “Aha! Gotcha, didn’t i?” He chuckled with his cheeky grin. “Oh, I am clever, aren’t I?”

A watery smile spread across my lips. “Finally, since I have found a way out, I want you to know that I am coming back for you.” Joy filled my heart full enough that I thought I might explode. “But, know this-”

The message was cut short. “What?!” I shouted. “What do I need to know?!” I lunged for the screen. “Doctor!”

“Know that I may not have the same appearance that I have now.” My mouth parted at the sound of Mr. Smith’s voice continuing the message. I slowly turned to him, tears stinging my eyes.

“And, no matter how long it takes, I will find you again. We can pick up our adventures from where we left off.” He took one step closer to me.

“It’s you,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “It’s really you.”

“Hello again, (Y/n) (L/n).” He grinned. My face nearly split in two as I smiled even wider, throwing my arms around his neck. He was taken back at the action, but quickly loosened up and wrapped his long, lanky arms around me.

“I’ve missed you, Doctor,” I sniffled into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you, as well,” he crooned, running a hand up and down my back.

“Look at you,” I said, pulling back from him and placing my hand on his cheek, gently brushing my thumb over it. “You’ve aged. And the eyebrows… So angry,” I whispered.

“I’m adapting to them as well,” he explained, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “I’ve made mistakes in the past, and it’s about time that I fixed them.”

“Well, then,” I smirked, “there’s obviously a reason why you’re here, so what’s going on in this school?”

The mischievous gleam in his eyes returned. “I was just going to tell you about that…”

anonymous asked:

Do you think Billy (or Tommy) will ever take on the 'Scarlet Witch' moniker? And what are your thoughts, in general, on Wanda not being the first to go by that name?

Billy? Maybe. Tommy? Probably not. He’s not a witch. 

I don’t like this new idea about where the name Scarlet Witch came from because this was already explained. In the first issue Wanda ever appeared in. And that explanation stayed consistent for over fifty years.

The story goes like this: Wanda accidentally caused a fire. Superstitious villagers declared her a “scarlet witch” and tried to kill her. We weren’t told if that was a common phrase where she was staying or if it was something one of the villagers made up. What we do know is that she adopted it as her mutant name. You could argue that it might be a term from local folklore or something she was already referring to herself as around town, but she was never shown using it before that incident.

The easiest explanation, though, is the best one: She called herself Scarlet Witch because that’s what the people who tried to kill her called her. She took what was meant to be an insult and an accusation and turned it into a point of pride.

There are two things to keep in mind here: 1) This was one of the defining moments of her life. It makes sense that she would look to this memory for inspiration on how to move forward. 2) Magneto is exactly the kind of person who would encourage impressionable young mutants to take insults from humans and “wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you.” Wanda, having had her life saved by this seemingly all-powerful man, would have been likely to listen.

I don’t buy the idea that she was already calling herself Scarlet Witch and decided to tell the local superstitious pitchfork-carriers this. Why would she announce herself as a witch to strangers? That’s certainly not how it was treated in earlier issues. There were attempts to explain the scarlet in the name, either as being connected to her red clothes or to accusations of sexual impropriety (à la scarlet woman), but none of them involved Wanda coming up with the name herself. There was never any hint of that at all.

I like the idea of a female legacy like this in the abstract, but The Scarlet Witch being that kind of legacy? Not so much. It doesn’t feel like a name anyone, even anyone in a particular family, could have. It feels specific to Wanda’s situation.* It’s full of mystery and innuendo (again, scarlet woman is the obvious connection), but it also just doesn’t sound like a nice thing to call someone. Scarlet has very particular connotations and red is the color of extremes and witch… rhymes with bitch. It sounds like exactly the name a teenage girl, having been driven from her home and forced to live on the edge of society, would give herself when she’s reborn as a supervillain. It’s not just a name. It’s a challenge. It says, “I know what people say about me, and I dare them to say it to my face.”

All of that is more compelling when tied to the specific incident of her almost being murdered, instead of being a thing her mom also called herself.

I’m not sure what we gain by throwing out the original story, with all its fascinating implications, and replacing it with something else. The key to making a mythos for a long-running superhero is to build on what’s already there, not throw it all away and start anew. But in this Age of Unnecessary Retcons, that seems to be the plan with Wanda.

*Yeah, I know there was June Covington, but whatever.

*whispers* it has been posted

summary:

“I can’t talk to you during the day, but it seems I’m able to while you sleep.” Mipha explains, “We’re connected, now that I’ve given you my power.” He doesn’t respond, too shocked to formulate words, so she continues, “I tried to stimulate your memories by thinking about my own, did it work? I was aiming for the first time we met.”
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“Mipha has been triggering some memories in my dreams, and I was hoping you could too? We didn’t know each other as long, I don’t think, but I’m sure we have some.” He looks up at Revali hopefully, but all emotions have vanished from his features.
“You… don’t remember me at all?” Revali asks, searching Link’s eyes, and he sounds almost desperate.
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“Did it trigger a memory?” Teba asks, and Link nods numbly. “If I may ask,” He sounds hesitant, which doesn’t bode well, “In the memory, what color was the bead the champion placed in your hair when he braided it?” Link isn’t sure why that would matter, but he gives the information anyway. “Purple… you say.” Teba’s face is one of someone whose world has been turned on its axis.
“It would seem the stories the rito passed down over the ages of our champion leave out an… important detail.” Teba manages finally.

surely if there is any fandom event that would appreciate me showing up fashionably late it ought to be fmafw2017 right?

anyway, this request was really really very good, and i wanted to do it justice but i couldnt get it finished, which is a shame because i like the idea of someone giving kimblee some competition for the most fashionable character, and even more the idea of that someone being miles.

anonymous asked:

Hi ok can I ask if you support the theory of qrow being ruby's dad?

Actually I really hate that theory because all it really does is undermine about five different relationships for the sake of someone not being able to handle the fact that meaningful relationships can exist that aren’t blood or romantic. Qrow doesn’t need to be Ruby’s “””””real””””” dad in order to love her and pay attention to her; it’s enough that she’s the daughter of two of his best friends and the sister of his (blood) niece, and a member of his family on those grounds alone.

(A lot of people also suggest that their color schemes are some big evidence, but looking at the STRQ photo, it’s pretty clear that Raven was the “red” of that team, so does that mean Raven is actually Ruby’s mom? The color scheme suggestion falls apart pretty instantaneously under scrutiny.)

It also takes away Yang’s potential special thing- the bird thing- and potentially gives it to Ruby, who already has a special thing. Yang deserves something that’s just hers in the same way that Ruby has her 1-8oo-contacts special eyes.

If someone wants to have the theory then more power to them, but keep it nine thousand miles away from me, I’ll be over here in canon land where Tai is Ruby’s father and Qrow is capable of loving someone despite lacking a genetic relationship.

When I’m older, I want to be someone with stars on my cheeks. I want to have soft skin and a bubbly infectious laugh that leaves a smile on people’s faces. I want to give more hugs. I want to have my hair so many different colors at the same time, so whenever my friends see those colors somewhere else, they think of me. I want to be able to afford the things I need in life. I want to sit in a bath of pink, rose-scented water, with candles and flower petals all around me like beads spilled across the floor. I want to smell like honey and coconut. I want to take naps in fields of flowers. I want to be alive and loved when I’m older. And I plan to make that happen.

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11.01.2017 ((10/100)) Days of Productivity

Tfw you have already talked about your day in the novemberstudychallenge post and now you don’t know what to say. Anyway.
The sky was so beautiful when the moon started to rise tonight! Had to take a pic. Other photo taken together with the one in the studychallenge post, although this one shows that I was working my way through the second psychiatry lesson revolving around schizophrenia.

Psychobiology is incredibly interesting, and studying it together with neurology is making me understand better how drugs and their side-effects work. I used to be one of those that believed the system was faulty or half-assed because you couldn’t solve 1 issue without causing yourself other 4 or 5, but I totally get now that I was being ignorant. The more I learn about neurobiology, the more I understand what a labyrinth it is, and how difficult it is to target one single function of a certain X, without affecting all the other ones.

If it will give me nothing else, this session of study started this late summer will make me more understanding and consequently less anxious about drugs’ side effects (and for someone like me who has to take a lot, this is so important).

But enough serious talk, time to hit amazon and vent my shopping urge by filling my wishlist with things I’ll never buy. Wish you all a good night <3

P.S. For some reason @emmastudies‘ background has a warm cream color on my main screen (the bigger one), and a white one on the second. What sorcery is this.

anonymous asked:

Hi, can you recommend more faberry fics? I loved the ones you recommended, but... like... more please? :)

Heyo!

I’m going to assume you read the other fics that were written by those authors (like K’sChoiceofAFI, WaveGoodbye, and poetzproblem, even if I didn’t necessarily rec the specific fic? Because everything they do is really good).

So, these multichapter fics are ones that are pretty good, just not my personal favorites (I wouldn’t rec them if I didn’t think they weren’t well written!):

By dylanhart -

Should Have Asked for Directions - A lifelong story about what it’s like to know at fifteen who your heart belongs to and what lengths a girl will go to in order to keep it there forever 

By thememoriesfire -

These Strange Steps - Rachel, bottoming out completely, is doing a show in Vegas and, as a distraction from her life, gets dragged to a strip club by Puck.  She hasn’t seen Quinn in 8 years.  This isn’t how she wanted them to see each other again.  

By iamapanda -

Sun Showers - AU. Quinn Fabray, of the Women’s Auxiliary Army Corps, is shipped to Morocco for the Allied invasion of North Africa. A calamitous beach landing brings her to Navy flight nurse Rachel Berry. Raise their happy eyes up to flaming skies. Faberry in WWII.

My Cuddly Little Cubby - Quinn and baby Beth are partnered with Rachel at a school-sponsored haunted house. Happy Halloween!

Just off the Key of Reason - Faberry AU. Future fic. Rachel Berry is a successful Broadway star with a new roommate, the very odd, naive Quinn Fabray. It starts with a note on the fridge and a childishly scrawled doodle of an elephant. Everybody has a little crazy in them.

By A.Kline -

Deus Ex Machina - Rachel Berry always knew that she was a little bit psychic. In fact, Rachel Berry thought she knew just about everything. That is, until a spirit that refused to die entered her life like a train-wreck.

By your.kat -

The Silence of Silence - Quinn and Rachel meet at Haverbrook under unusual circumstances. Why is Rachel silent? And why does Quinn care? “You can hear,” Quinn said simply, “but can you speak?”; “Yes,” Rachel signed. “I can speak. But silence is a friend who will never betray.”

By ferryberry -

Color Me Confused - S1. Lingering feelings for Jesse and a budding relationship with Finn. Things just couldn’t get more confusing. Until the last person Rachel expects enters the mix. 

Secret Santa - S2. Mr. Schuester pulls out his top hat again for a round of Secret Santa, and Quinn is less than pleased to see who she’ll be giving twelve special gifts to.

By adventurefilled -

The Myspace Admirer - Someone starts anonymously complimenting Rachel over MySpace.

By powergrapes -

Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise - Rachel’s answer to Quinn’s melancholia is to take her on a summer road trip with the gleeks.

By heartwasalegend -

To Build A Home - Rachel and Quinn both end up in New York after high school. Follows the evolution and eventual dissolution of their relationship over the span of a decade.

By SkyWarrior108 -

Never Go Hungry Again - “Rachel’s first thought is that she’s too thin, too unclean, and entirely too beautiful to be living on the street.” For the Faberry Week 2014 prompt “Age Difference.”
A Little Bit of Hope - Quinn and Rachel spend Thanksgiving day volunteering at the Bowery Mission, giving out meals and blessing bags to the homeless. Set in the Never Go Hungry Again ‘verse. (this is a oneshot, but goes with the previous story)
*companion pieces

By Sourrific -

Letting You Unravel Me - Quinn is peer-pressured into kissing Rachel freaking Berry (damn Santana and her gay agenda!), and then things get complicated.

Saints and Sinners - How can I summarize this? Quinn plots, fails, succeeds, freaks out, does something stupid, does something right, and then… well, you’ll see.

I didn’t rec many oneshots before, but there are many great ones (note - some are written by the same authors as above):

By letyourdorkout -

She Drives A Vegetable Car Except Not Really - Quinn has a crush on a girl who takes the same underground train she takes everyday. She tries to strike a conversation or two, but always ends up failing and worse, embarrassed. Will she be able to meet her?

Kiss Me - This is a fill for this prompt over the rq meme on LJ. “In order to raise money for the bus to Sectionals/Regionals/Nationals… whatever, Rachel comes up with the brilliant idea for them to set up a kissing booth in order to raise the money.”

It’s not a matter of you versus me - Finn decides that the best way to settle differences between the New Directions and The Troubletones is through Dodgeball. Quinn agrees to play, but she’s got some other difference in mind to settle with. Spoilers through ep3x06.

By AndAwayWeGo -

a room with a view - “Quinn starts calling her 'Broadway’ in her head because the girl seems to stick to singing Broadway songs and, sometimes, she can hear her watching musicals. Broadway, of course, knows every single song.” Quinn gets a new neighbor. Faberry. AU.

the one with the friends reference - “You can see it. Quinn standing in front of you, as close as she can get without touching you and saying, 'Are you attracted to me’” Faberry. Post-season six.
love love or whatever, take a number  - “It’s possible that it just came down to you not knowing how to compromise all of your progress over the years for something that Rachel may or may not be really feeling.” Faberry. Sequel to “the one with the friends reference”
*as stated, these fics are companion pieces

By CorvusCorvidae -

Yours Truly - The guidance counselor at her daughter’s school keeps emailing her unfounded concerns, and there’s only so many times she can avoid the woman. Though, after meeting Dr. Fabray, Rachel can’t work out why she ever avoided her in the first place.

Guess Who? - Broadway star and Tony winner, Rachel Berry, decides to play a prank on one unsuspecting student at Yale. It does not go as planned. One-shot.

By x0wynn0x -

That Roommate - Quinn’s that roommate that normal people wouldn’t want. She has a bad dye-job, nose piercing, and Rachel’s 98% positive she once saw Quinn sacrificing a pig. But as Rachel’s second favorite saying goes, “You can’t judge a book by its cover, just by its Amazon reviews.” What was a tentative friendship turns into a lot more than what Rachel Berry ever bargained or connived for.

By sillycucumber -

What Is This Feeling - Several occasions where Quinn realizes she might like Rachel more than she originally planned. AU to everything past season one.

By iamapanda -

The Music of the Night - Rachel is dapper and clever and kind, and Quinn never imagined she’d meet somebody at a place with light-up poles and a Broadway soundtrack. For Faberry Week: Meeting Frannie and Age Difference. 

My Blobs of Pink Happiness - Quinn brings baby Beth to the high school carnival, where they run into Rachel Berry. Fantastically fluffy.

Let it Snow Baby, Let it Reindeer - Quinn has a goal this Christmas. A goal that she hopes to accomplish with the help of her baby, some snowmen, and a sled race. Rachel won’t know what hit her.

Our Brilliantly Tangled Thanksgiving - Quinn and baby Beth are having some issues hanging Christmas lights on Thanksgiving, when Rachel stops by with a homemade pumpkin pie. Happy Thanksgiving!

(… what can I say, I’m a sucker for “Quinn kept Beth and they both love Rachel” stories)

By ferryberry -

Beauty and Coach Beiste - S2. Shannon is surprised at how much she has in common with someone unexpected. Related to Colder Alone.
Colder Alone - S2. A typical confrontation with Rachel leads Quinn to ponder what might have been. Related to Beauty and Coach Beiste.
*as stated in these summaries, these stories are companions

A Little Lamb - Canon thru S1E21. Beth Puckerman-Fabray is just like her mother.

Pucker Berry - S2. A party, mistletoe, and glue - not exactly the recipe Rachel needs to break her track record of bad Christmases, but it might get her something she never even knew she wanted.

By powergrapes -

A Family of Trees - Rachel is the only person that Drizzle seems to like, and thus becomes the babysitter by default.

By thememoriesfire -

A Girl’s Best Friend - Weight, grades, Cheerios, Prom.  It’s a simple plan.

Be A Part of This - After Junior Prom, Quinn gets an unexpected life coach. 

Dear Your Name Here - Future AU; Quinn and Rachel meet up again in college.

By nightshifted-

Every Smile That’s Unveiled - Somewhere along the way, Quinn Fabray discovers that Rachel Berry is just a girl. Just a girl like her.

anonymous asked:

... Is it just me, or is the Thor movie going through an identity crisis and trying to be hip and cool like GotG? ("Welp," said the Marvel studio exec, "No one really digs the lofty space vikings thing. But retro-in-space seems pretty popular. Let's try that, and hope no one notices the tonal shift, yeah?")

you’re not wrong. The Thor movies have kind of been going through a crisis of identity throughout - Marvel’s never quite seemed to know what to do with him/his corner of the universe. So it is true that there’s a bit of a feeling of “let’s borrow the retro space feeling of our other space-based property and throw it in here” in what we’ve seen so far. 

which makes me very nervous, I gotta say, and I’m not sure I’m totally into it? I’ve always been much more “high fantasy” than “sci-fi”.

but on the other hand, in defense of this movie (and I say this as someone who is very nervous about a lot of things) - I do like the color, I like the look of Hela (the fact that at least so far it looks like they’re not playing her down but giving her all the bombast she deserves; that helmet) and I’m…listening, I guess, is what I’m saying. 

one of the problems with Thor: The Dark World was, imo, a case of imbalance. they were trying to have it both ways: comics fun while, I remember, emphasizing the Game of Thrones credentials of the production team. this movie at least looks like it knows what it’s doing - it knows what it is, and from what I know of Taika Waititi’s humor it isn’t like James Gunn’s. 

ultimately I still have a lot of “???” about the design and aesthetic choices for this movie, but this time around I did notice, even beyond the first trailer’s homage to Kirby designs in the background, the comics influence in both Valkyrie and Hela’s outfits. from a cinematic universe that has tried to sometimes “tone down” its comic source, that’s actually something I’m excited to see. 

I have questions, but at this point I’m feeling less like I’m bracing myself for crushing disappointment and more like I’m heading toward a good movie I might have some aesthetic disagreements with - which, lbr, I have some aesthetic disagreements with other parts of the MCU too. 

what remains most important to me is the characters. I’m willing to forgive a hell of a lot of things if the characters are right.