standing bull

anonymous asked:

I love the CEO!Kara AU's. Like Kara stayed involved in sciences to feel closer to her parents on earth and now she has a tech company. Cause it's HC for me that Kara is extremely intelligent, even if you think about flying she needs to be able to calculate how much she needs to decelerate to not put massive holes in the ground when landing. But the ones I've found have made Kara OCC(like Lord's personality almost), but what if she was still just Sunny Danvers? That would be cooler to me.


Kara coming into work in the mornings and her assistant (she always used to go through assistants rather quickly because she works to find out what their passion is and then promotes them, but finally; this retired grandma decides she wants to go back to work so she becomes Kara’s assistant and they just really hit it off.) so she comes in and Sheila hands her her coffee and Kara asks about the grandkids. And Sheila totally knows that Kara is Supergirl - figured it out on the first day -  and she covers for her whenever she needs to leave suddenly and makes sure no one else gets suspicious.

All of her employees love her, but they have a healthy respect for her because they all know that she has a tendency to crush expensive office equipment when she gets upset, and if she can do that on ACCIDENT then they never want to see her tear into something on purpose.

So when Lena moves L-Corp to National City, she makes the rounds to all the major CEO’s and of course Kara is one of them and she expects Kara to be just like the rest - super judgy and snarky, but Kara is super nice and welcoming, and Lena just has like an instant crush because no one has ever just been nice to her before - but she’s still wary because surely Kara must have some ulterior motive. 

Then Kara shows up with lunch at Lena’s office a few days later and Lena is just like WTF? And Kara explains that she thought Lena might need a friend in this town because she’s read the papers and all the mean things they have to say about Lena. And then they just talk about tech stuff and Lena is kinda surprised that the most powerful CEO in National City has such a high level knowledge of proton deflectors and so when Kara invites her to game night, she accidentally agrees. Like, oops?

Not that she’s complaining.

‘Fearless Girl’ is the most disgusting thing ever. It is an affront to art.

On the surface it tells the story of a little girl standing up to a bull. A story of strong femininity against uncontrollable patriarchy.

In truth, it’s about corporate subterfuge destroying individual freedom.

For starters, the Fearless Girl statue? It’s a commercial. It’s a god-damned commercial. For a company called State Street Global Advisors. Their NASDAQ ticker symbol? The letters S, H, and E. SHE.

Now let’s take a quick look at the plaque next to the Fearless Girl:

SHE makes a difference. It’s not saying that women make a difference. It’s saying that State Street Global Advisors makes a difference. It’s a publicity stunt.

It’s soulless corporate marketing that appropriates and distorts someone else’s genuine guerilla artwork. It’s upsetting.

“Why would you pretend to be transgender”

Obvious answer: constantly saying things like “die cis scum” and the like doesn’t spread a positive message about being cis does it? You’re emotionally manipulating people (a lot of them very young and easily influenced) into believing they should change who they are so they aren’t transphobic, because according to a lot of people with this damaging mentality “all cisgender people are transphobic”. Please tell that to my supportive parents, and my mother who cried when she thought it was her fault I didn’t figure out I was trans earlier in life. 


December 15th 1890: Sitting Bull killed

On this day in 1890, the Native American Lakota Sioux chief, Sitting Bull, was killed at the Standing Rock Indian Reservation. Formal peaceful relations between the Sioux and the United States government began in 1868 upon the signing of the Fort Laramie Treaty. However, the discovery of gold in the Black Hills - which were in Sioux territory - in the 1870s led to a torrent of white prospectors invading the Sioux lands. The numerous Sioux tribes united under Sitting Bull’s leadership, and initially secured some major military victories over American forces. The most famous battle of the Great Sioux War of 1876 was the Battle of Little Bighorn, where Sioux and Cheyenne warriors defeated the famed General Custer. Sitting Bull then led his people to Canada, only to come back to America in 1881. It was around this time that he joined Buffalo Bill Cody’s Wild West Show, but he soon returned to his people to protect the rights of indigenous Americans. Sitting Bull was killed on the Standing Rock Indian Reservation in 1890 by U.S. troops, who were trying to arrest him under fears he would join the Ghost Dance movement.

“I would rather die an Indian than live a white man”


mattysandwich  asked:

Oh! What about the inquisition companions reacting to a teenage herald being the victim of a racist slur for the first time in their life, and for the herald being visually upset about it?

Cassandra: Whoever said the slur has made a bad decision. A very bad decision. Cassandra looks between the offender and the upset Herald, and her eyes harden as they slowly turn to the racist. Her fists are clenched, turning white at the knuckles, and they realize they have fucked up. They have fucked up so bad. U kno they ded. After handling the matter, she checks up on the Herald and sees that they’re alright. “I know it’s not fair and it’s not right,” she says, “but hold your head high. You are above them.”

Blackwall: He drops whatever he’s doing and immediately gets in the asshole’s face, intimidating them with little effort. The offender jumps back, obviously thinking that nothing would come of their insult, but Blackwall persists and seems to loom over them. “You need to leave. Now.” he snaps. They take off, and Blackwall turns to reassure the Herald. “Are you alright?” he asks, suddenly softer and worried. “You let me know if anyone ever says that to you again.”

Iron Bull: He stands at full height, towering over whoever said the racist thing, looking down at them with a cold, calculating eye. His shadow looms over them as they look up at the massive, furious qunari. “Do you want to repeat what you just said?” he growls before shoving them down. They scramble to their feet as his hand reaches up towards his ax. The Herald is fairly certain he was just doing it to intimidate them, nothing more, but the look in his eye was enough to make the asshole bolt.

Sera: As soon as she sees the Herald is upset, she reaches for her arrows at holds one at length in her bow. “Say that again.” she dares, glaring. They run off, but that isn’t the end of Sera’s revenge, oh no. The racist in question becomes victim to numerous, merciless pranks, and no one dares to stop her. If the offender is a noble or wealthy, she asks her Friends to help take care of them. Sera has the Herald join her– payback will make them feel better.

Varric: He pulls Bianca out and strokes the wood tenderly, looking up at the asshole calmly. “Do you have a death wish?” he starts coolly. “As soon as I tell the others that you’ve upset the Herald… well, the results won’t be pretty. For you, at least.” The person flees, and Varric scoffs before turning to the Herald, eyes soft. “You alright, kid? Don’t let them get under your skin. They’re not worth it, and you’re better than them.”

Cole: He spends more time comforting the Herald than intimidating whoever said the racist thing. He does want to kill the person who said it, if only for a moment, before remembering that’s a bad thing and won’t solve the problem. As soon as he’s finished soothing the teenager, he tells Leliana. Leliana will handle it and he’ll heal the hurt.

Solas: He thinks little of it until he sees how upset the Herald is, and he feels bad for them, especially if they’re an elf. He stares icily at the racist. “How ignorant and pathetic you must be to stoop to insulting a young person in a weak attempt to soothe your own self esteem. You will never accomplish as much as this da’len, even if you try.” His words bite and simultaneously make the kid feel better. If they try to fight him in anger, he freezes them with little effort, and a careless yawn.

Dorian: He was angry before he saw how upset the Herald was– now there’s pure rage, and it manifests itself in insults, because violence wasn’t an option. He scoffs derisively. “What a pathetic thing you are. Hurling racist insults at someone you hardly know to satisfy your need to feel bigger than someone else? Sorry to disappoint you, but even a demon of sloth is better than you. Now, run along– the spymaster’s no doubt heard about this incident already. Best sing your prayers while you still can. Ta-ta. Good day.” He checks on the Herald immediately after and reassures them repeatedly. “It’s okay now, Leliana will tear them apart for you. Anyone who stoops to such pathetic insults is even more pathetic than the insults themselves.”

Vivienne: They’ve made a terrible mistake calling the Herald such a thing in front of Madame de Fer. She gently puts a hand on the Herald’s shoulder, reassuring them softly, before sizing up the racist and ripping them to shreds with words, much like she did to the marquis the Herald met at the soiree she met them at. After they leave, thoroughly humiliated, she finds out who they are and ruins their career with an easy grace. 

Josephine: She’s actually shocked at their disgrace and dishonorable actions, and she puts a protective arm around the Herald. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” she says stonily. “We do not want you here, not anymore, if you cannot be civilized and respectful.” If they resist, she summons the guards to handle them, and frets over the Herald– she wants to cheer them up.

Cullen: “You need to leave. Now.” he snaps, irritated. “We have no room for a racist in our midst. Get. Out.” If they do not leave immediately, he has a soldier or two forcibly escort them out. He sighs and takes time to reassure the Herald. “Don’t let them disparage you. There is nothing wrong with you. It’s them; if anyone else gives you any trouble, you let me know. I’ll have them escorted out.”

Leliana: They either didn’t notice the spymaster standing there or they were too stupid to consider their words. In either case, they have fucked up. The woman’s eyes turn cold and calculating and she steps forward with a serene grace. “Would you like to apologize to the Herald?” she asks, giving them one last chance. If they refuse– she has her agents learn everything about them and she gets to work. U kno they DEFINITELY ded.

A Satanic Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram

(…) Walk then to the south  Draw the Pentagram in the air with thy blade in a brilliant red light, and this is how it should be made:

Having done this, Raise your hands to your ears and in the same motion inhale deeply, and with all your faith and might take the Aether through your nose, down your throat, into your lungs, down your spine and legs, and finally out through your feet. Behold the pentagram for a moment and then thrust your blade and free hand, fingers outstretched into the center of it, casting forth a brilliant river of glistening red. Do all this and exhale his most holy name with thunder and might:


Retract your hand and drag the blade to the West, trailing the flame at the tip and stopping to face the Western quarter. Draw again the good sign and repeat the casting process, which is terminated in the exhale of the next mighty name, which is so:


Then move to the North in the manner of South to West, and cast again the star with all the way prescribed before, but know well that the word for the of the North is this one, and no other will do:


Again move to the East with all acts i have taught you, and when you cast the sign know that the final words are:


And with them said you shall drag thy blade to the center of the Southern sign, completing the circle. Step back into the center and behold a great intersection of the flames in your place, stretching out into infinity. See too the line you have drawn along the circumference of this circle, and watch the light expand above and below, surrounding you in a great sphere of infernal blaze, which warms the heart and heals the mind, warding off the horrors of the world with great shields which are the stars of the four towers, and the ninth within your flesh.

Kneel and close thy eyes. Invision then a great wall of brilliant golden fire, and within it: a beautiful young boy with two small horns, holding a flaming sword above his head in triumph with a great sun around his head and the moon at his feet. Great this glorious sight with this call:

Before me, LUCIFER

Let your vision darken once more, and allow it to come back that you might see a man-bull, standing like a tower of stone in a field of olive trees. In four arms he carries a sickle, a skull, a bundle of wheat and a pile of gold. Humble yourself to him and say:

Behind me, BELIAL

Again darken your sight and return it to see the oceans of the west. Here you stand atop great rocks and look out over the waves, crashing and breaking against themselves, and finally yielding to a mighty blue serpent; his scales are mighty shields, and his teeth are long obelisks of bone with fierce points. And i tell you as large as you behold him, see him twice as big, for he is vaster than an eye could truly behold. to his coming you must say:

At my left hand, LEVIATHAN

And when you fix your thoughts to the east you will behold a mighty winged god; his breath is storm and wind, his beard is cloud and sky. He sits with three thrones and at his lap lays a bow, and in his hand lightning like a scepter. behold his beauty and say lastly: 

And at my right hand, BA’AL ZEBUTH

Having done all this, you need now seal this great call with these words, standing up and having your arms outstretched :

“For about me flameth the pentagram”

see about you the sign you have made, points at your head, feet and arms, it surrounds your flesh and consumes you wholly. 

At this, then see before you a great star of black, to this you must conclude with:

“and within me shineth the nine rayed star”

Close the rite by preforming the pillar of flame, and finally signing yourself with the great pentagram of our lord

Edit - the pillar of flame can be found here:

Standing Bull, Bear Who Looks Back Running, Has The Big White Horse, White Tail, Liver Bear, Little Thunder, Bull Dog, High Hawk, Lame and Eagle Pipe. Deadwood, South Dakota, 1891.

(i have space in my brain for about 3 Things. here’s two of them)

Dorian specializes in let’s plays of scary games. Zombies, murders, creepy kids in dark hallways. Part of his channel’s appeal, he knows, the thing that really makes his videos stand out, is Bull. Bull, who hates horror movies and video games, but loves Dorian enough to cower in the corner and hide his face in a pillow during every cut scene.

He’ll play other genres on request, though. Lately his subscribers really want him to play this game with the giant bird-dog. Bull wants to play it too, and that’s really the deciding factor.

But no one told Dorian that the point of The Last Guardian was climbing really high up. He can deal with jump scares, and gore, and fucked up shit, but climbing up the side of a building at the edge of a million-mile drop is not something he can do.

About 20 minutes into the livestream, Dorian hands the controller off to Bull, and doesn’t take it back.

Commentary that makes it onto the highlight reel includes:

“Man, it’s a good thing this kid is like, an Olympic level gymnast, because it would be really bad if he lost his grip now.”

“The graphics in the game are gorgeous! Look, Dorian, you can see the leaves on that tree down there!” 
“No I can’t. I’m not looking.”

“Dorian, you’re going to have to let go of my arm if you want me to get past this part.”

“Oh, cool! There’s more tightropes further up!”

“Eat the fucking thing, Trico.”

“Don’t stop there, you’re going to fall!” 
“No I’m– oh shit.”

Bull is singing a eulogy for his terrible, terrible curtains, detailing their final moments for his Chargers. His hands are on his knee and his cup, though Dorian is right beside him, rolling his eyes.

When Dorian stands to get another round, he runs his fingers over Bull’s shoulders as he goes. He glances back to see Bull smiling, a simple happiness that makes his chest clench. He watches Dorian all the way to the bar and back, and his gaze is heavy, lingering at his mouth as he talks. He leans close to whisper into Dorian’s ear at one point, but he keeps his hands to himself. Until they’re in Dorian’s room, of course, and he puts all thoughts besides Bull’s hands out of his mind.

The Chargers leave in the morning, a small errand for Lady Josephine, delivering a gift to some minor noble and counting soldiers along the way. Dorian is loathe to get out of bed when Bull starts gathering his things. He does though, making it as far as standing upright so that Bull can wrap him in a tight embrace. He kisses Bull, murmurs a quiet goodbye. Bull kisses back, sweet in the way that only he can be, hands warm on Dorian’s bare skin.

He is in the library before they actually make it out the gates, alone to distract himself from missing Bull– foolish, when he’s still in the courtyard, bellowing at Krem to hurry up. He looks out the window, out of habit more than anything else, and sees a few Chargers scurrying out of the tavern, Grim still clutching a tankard. He has time.

Leliana only raises an eyebrow at him as he strides past her and opens the door to the balcony. The gust of wind doesn’t deter him, though it carries an unpleasant echo of snow. Dorian steps out, pulling his cloak tight around him, and looks down at the courtyard. Krem is mounted, and Bull is conferring with Lady Josephine as the rest of his troupe falls into line. He kisses her hand and slaps Stitches on the shoulder as he heads to the covered wagon they’ll be escorting.

Bull shades his eyes and scans his men and then the keep. Dorian raises a hand, tentatively, then higher when Bull waves back. What a picture he must make, standing like a maiden in a tower, sighing after a chevalier on his way to war. He goes inside before the wind starts to make his eyes sting.

He isn’t lonely, while Bull’s gone. Sera’s there, hanging over his shoulder like a large, mustard-stained bat, and Vivienne invites him to tea, mysteriously enough. She pats his hand in a consolatory way and asks sharp-edged questions about his views on Southern Circles. Harding convinces him to help her teach the Inquisition to dance. Cadash takes him Venatori-hunting in the Hinterlands.

He isn’t lonely, but he misses Bull terribly. His bed is cold and there’s no one to coax him out of the library to warm it, and sometimes he turns to his left and there’s no one there.

Yes, he waits in the courtyard on the day the Chargers are expected to return. Yes, he waits there the next day as well. Yes, when he sees Bull, home and whole and arm in arm with Dalish, he feels like the world is just a little more right. It’s abominably embarrassing and he barely manages to make himself walk towards them. He’d much rather run.

Bull grins at him, takes a step towards him, and Dorian gives up and does.

“Tombstone” - thoughts on symbolism

I know I’m a little bit late for all the discussion and meta this time, but unfortunately I didn’t have any time to write earlier.

So, here are my thoughts on symbolism of the latest SPN episode “Tombstone”. This episode was full of symbolism and I won’t write about every detail (the post would definetely get waaaay too long), so I’ll try to focus on my favourites and some (hopefully) new aspects. Here we go!

1. Dean’s faith

The cross has already been talked about quite often and of course it’s directly linked to Cass. In my opinion it stands for Dean finding his faith in the world and what he does again now that Cass is back.

2. Jack as the bull

Some of you might have read my first meta post on 13x01, when Jack wore the t-shirt with the devil’s horns and the text: “Don’t mess with the bull or you’ll get the horns” written on it. If I follow this interpretation, I can actually see all members of team free will 2.0 in the picture above. Sam and Dean (obviously), the cross standing for Cass and the bull in the bar sign standing for Jack. Even Baby is included :-) To prove my theory about Jack as the bull further, have a good look at the following picture:

Jack is standing directly under the bull’s horns. They’re right above his head. So, in reference to the t-shirt: don’t mess with him or you’ll get his horns, meaning his powers will turn against you. This episode no one really messes with Jack except himself: he blames himself for the death of an innocent person. Maybe this whole interpretation is also a foreshadowing of what happens with Jack in the near future.

By the way: all of team free will 2.0 are sort of represented in the hotel room…

Jack is the bull (there’s a bull’s head hanging on the wall), Cass is the stuffed goat’s head hanging on the opposite wall and Sam can be seen in the cowboy behind which he sleeps in his hotel bed. Which leaves the cowgirl over the other bed for Dean… ;-)

3. Dean’s male and female sides

So, as I stated above, the cowgirl could stand for Dean. But if you have a closer look at the picture above many other interpretations come to mind, which all lead to the possible (not definite!) conclusion that Dean could be bi. Dean is sleeping in the bed on the same side as the cowgirl, but he is wearing a red shirt and blue jeans just like the cowboy. So both aspects are combined in him. Furthermore he’s sleeping in a room to which you can get through doors that swing “both ways” and that lead to a closed closet (Dean’s not out in the open yet). Sam tried to open those doors for Dean this episode (you remember the scene filmed from the closet’s perspective), but Dean didn’t really take this opportunity (he said “WE got Cass back”… he’s not ready for stating openly, that HE got him back in a different way than Sam has).

4. Cass’s wings:

We don’t textually know that Cass got his complete wings back. But in this scene Cass is sitting on the couch in front of an engraved bull’s head, of which we can only see half. In my opinion it looks like a small wing. Following through with my interpretation that the bull stands for Jack, this could mean that Jack’s powers not only resurrected him, but also gave him his wings back.

5. Cosplaying as cowboys:

Well, there’s so much meta on this already, I won’t add anything new here. The symbolism speaks for itself :-)

6. The power of a nephilim:

When Jack accidentally kills the security guard and Cass tries to heal him, I wondered why it didn’t work. Are Cass’s powers weakened? Does he become more human? Interesting thoughts, but in my opinion Cass just can’t overcome the immense superior power of a nephilim. Meaning, whoever or whatever Jack kills stays dead. Maybe this could also mean that whatever Jack brings to life (Cass) stays alive…forever…

7. Jack’s in a dark place:

I really liked the sad ending of this episode. It was so well done. Dean finally admitting that Jack isn’t a monster, everybody trying to convince Jack that it was an accident… But Jack can’t belive that. He thinks he’s an evil monster. That’s why he’s sitting in the dark (first picture), which “highlights” his turn to the dark side (though it’s only because he still hasn’t grasped the truth about light and dark yet: there are so many shades of grey inbetween). In the second picture we can see him separated from everyone else, just like in the last scene in the hotel: a foreshadowing of him going away on his own. Before that he has always been seen in the same room with at least one other person.

8. No shutters:

There’s no picture for my last observation. During the last episodes Dean was shown in light and shadow cast by shutters many many times (standing for light/dark and an imprisoned mind because of his feelings). This episode there was no such symbolism. Now that Cass, his “big win”, is back, he’s finally free again.

That’s it for this week, stay tuned for more after the next episode! Bye!

schmoop alert!! i wrote a thing
adoribull, T, kisses and fluff and not much else really. dorian is a grump but bull always makes things better ^_^

He hadn’t woken up in a terrible mood. Waking up had been rather pleasant, really, for all that he’d been crushed partway into the mattress. His bed was small, and Bull took up most of it. Dorian liked that, though. There was something about the way Bull took up space in his life now. Unapologetic, smiling, warm– he’s never once regretted opening his door to Bull.

Closing the door behind him, however. That’s where the trouble lies. It’s in the moments before Bull turns to walk away, when he’s still leaning on Dorian’s doorframe with that terrible smirk, that’s the problem. He wants something more. More than a tangle of bedsheets and a smile across the tavern later. More than knowing that Bull’s door is always open to him, more knowing he can go to Bull. What he wants– terribly, selfishly– he wants a promise that Bull will come back to him.

It’s not something that he can ask for. It’s not something that fits in what they have. Dorian knows that. His role in this, after he and Bull have spectacular sex and fall asleep in each other’s arms, is to tease Bull about sleeping late and close the door behind him. He can’t ask for a promise, or even a kiss goodbye, because that’s too much like asking for Bull to care.

That’s the feeling that lingers for the rest of the day. Not the warmth and calm of waking up with Bull, but the pointless aching. Why should one kiss matter so much? Why can’t he be satisfied– for once in his life– with what he has?

And asking for affection isn’t something he can do. He has far too much pride to ask for it, and if he’s honest, he’s afraid that Bull might say no. Then of course, he might say yes, and not mean it, and give Dorian everything he asks for but secretly resent him, and–

Dorian slams his book shut. He wasn’t really reading it, anyway.

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“What? You didn’t think I’d just leave and you’d never hear from me again, did you? You are my dearest friend, perhaps my only friend. That will never change no matter where we are.”