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Take Your Gatekeeping and Shove It.

So, this past weekend, I took my 11-year-old daughter to SuperCon to meet her favorite actor (and favorite Doctor), Peter Capaldi.

She wore a little blue TARDIS-decorated dress and some Doctor Who pins, and she nearly cried with joy when Capaldi greeted her for the photo op. He was a consummate gentleman and such a sweet and enthusiastic person.

An hour or so after the wonderful photo op experience, she and I were sitting at a table in the food court area.

A burly, older man plopped down nearby.  He looked at my little girl’s outfit, smiled, and said, “Do you even KNOW anything about Doctor Who?”

WTF, dude?

I was too stunned for a second to even respond, so he started right in with the ‘quizzing.’

“Who are the Doctor’s biggest enemies, and what planet does he come from?” this stranger asked.

Now I had moved past shocked and right into indignant/angry/protective mode.

“I don’t want her to be quizzed on something she loves, because I don’t want her thinking she has to prove ANYthing in order to be a fan,“ I told him.

Looking at my daughter, I said “You don’t owe strangers explanations or information, ok?“  She said OK and looked relieved.

Still he pressed on, patronizing grin and all: “Oh, I just want to be sure parents are raising their kids right.” Then he turned to my daughter again and asked “Who was the first Doctor, then?”

I cut him off right there. “No. I don’t want her quizzed. At all.”

Dude blinked in disbelief, sighed, and left about a minute later.

“Thanks,” my daughter said. “He was making me feel awkward.”

I held her hand and looked into her eyes. “Some men think they can have power over you by making you prove yourself. You never have to do it. They’re just insecure and pitiful, so they want to make you feel like it, too.  It’s not only about fan stuff, and it’s not always just men, but be careful not to fall into that trap, ok?”

That crap isn’t harmless fun. It sets up a pattern of approval-seeking, self-justification, self-doubt, and fear of exclusion that is very dangerous for children (particularly girls).

Fuck that.

TL;DR:  Do NOT come at me, my little girl, or anyone in my vicinity with your condescending, gatekeeping bullshit.

The next time, I won’t make the mistake of even TRYING to be polite.

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We talk a lot about Yuuri having to reconcile his idea of Viktor with the real Viktor–that is, Yuuri has this flawless, wonderful ideal of Viktor in his head which has to sort of be cut down to fit the person that Viktor really is. Which is a healthy part of their relationship, and which I completely agree is something Yuuri has to face at some point during that first summer.

But I think there’s also something to be said about Yuuri realizing that some of the horrible things he’s heard about Viktor through the skating community grapevine are not so true.

Yuuri, despite what he says, is much closer to is idol than most people ever get. If Viktor is a movie star, Yuuri is the secondary character–he’s there, and a lot of people definitely know he’s there, and he knows enough people who also know Viktor for the gossip mill to really get churnin sometimes.

I also think that at the back of every person who has ever had a celebrity crush’s mind is a little voice saying, “Never meet your heroes,” and Yuuri Katsuki is terrified of that little voice, and it contributes to the distance he keeps from Viktor–because at some point, that much distance from someone you’re facing off against in international competitions has got to be just a little bit purposeful.

So cue Viktor coming into his life all of a sudden one day, and all Yuuri can think about are the terrible awful no good very bad things people have told him about Viktor and the kind of person Viktor is.

“Fuck Viktor Nikiforov,” an older skater had told him after Skate America, six glasses into a box of wine and bitter as hell about missing the podium. “No, really, fuck him. The Russians are paying off the ISU to keep him at the top. He isn’t even that talented. I hear–I hear he doesn’t even train. I hear he just shows up and fucking does whatever and they give him gold because he’s Viktor Nikiforov.”

“I…don’t think…” Yuuri frowned at his own glass of wine. “I mean…that couldn’t be true.” He glances at Phichit next to him. “Could it?”

“Sour grapes,” Phichit advises, and Yuuri isn’t as familiar with English idioms at that point, so he thinks Phichit is talking about the wine.

Yuuri mostly forgets about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind–he can’t stop thinking about it. He watches and rewatches Viktor’s old programs and wonders to himself if the reason he thinks they’re so good is because he’s watching them through rose-tinted glasses.

Yuuri and Phichit are suffering through finals and trying to survive through twenty-hour days of nothing but studying and skating. They lay themselves on the bleachers one afternoon while they’re supposed to be doing warm ups.

“What if I just quit school and became and underwater basket weaver,” Yuuri mumbles directly into the metal seat of the bleacher. “That would be fine, right?”

“WWVND,” Phichit replies. “What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do.”

“You’re right,” Yuuri sighs.

“Viktor Nikiforov is dumber than a box of rocks,” says of the other members of the club as she skates by. “You know he never even finished high school? I mean, what counts as high school in a country like Russia. The guy probably thinks two plus two equals borscht.”

“That’s not…” Yuuri smushes his nose against the bleacher. “Hey, that’s not…”

“FUCK OFF OLIVIA,” Phichit shrieks across the rink, and Celestino definitely hears. They have to do twenty minutes of line drills. 

“What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do, right boys?” asks Olivia as she watches Yuuri try not to heave after Celestino finally releases them from their Sisyphean torture.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her,” Phichit says, and he sounds so deeply serious that Yuuri is sincerely worried.

Several weeks later, someone mentions Viktor within earshot of Phichit and he jokingly says, “Watch what you say, that’s Yuuri’s future husband you’re talking about,” and it sort of makes Yuuri want to hit him but mostly makes Yuuri blush.

“Really?” replies that someone. “I don’t know about that, Yuuri. I wouldn’t touch that guy with a thirty foot pole. He sleeps around. Probably has all kinds of nasty stuff going on down there.”

“Oh, whatever,” Phichit says, rolling his eyes. “Like you would know.”

Yuuri ducks his head back into his book and tries not to think about it.

These are the things that Yuuri holds in the back of his mind about Viktor, the worries that travel with him anywhere he has even the chance of encountering Viktor Nikiforov. 

‘Never meet your heroes’ becomes something of the unspoken mantra of Yuuri’s life. 

Then Viktor Nikiforov catapults himself straight into Yuuri’s lap, and Yuuri learns a few things.

Viktor trains. Viktor trains hard. Viktor has neglected everything but training and skating and satisfying his own frantic need to be the best for twenty years. Viktor Nikiforov is a lonely, sad bookworm with one friend and a gaping, yearning need to be touched–and he did not get to be where he is without making sacrifices. 

Yuuri has never met anyone who made more sacrifices for this sport and this art than Viktor Nikiforov. It opens something up inside of him, throbbing and raw. It makes Yuuri want to take Viktor’s heart and shove it inside his own chest so that it never feels cold or lonely again. It makes him want to stand on the top of a tall building somewhere and scream fuck you to every person he’s encountered whose jealousy tried to convince him that this man was less than what he is.

And yes, Yuuri knows now that Viktor is forgetful and brutally honest and often doesn’t say the right thing at the right time.

He knows that Viktor is only ambidextrous in that he can use a fork with both hands and that it takes him twenty minutes in the morning to decide on a shirt to wear. He knows that Viktor Nikiforov is a blanket hog and that if Yuuri wants to wake up still covered in the morning, they have to have no less than three blankets on the bed at all times.

He knows that Viktor sometimes descends into these loops of manic energy where he wants to do everything and can’t sit still and in those moments, Yuuri wants to lock him in a room and leave him there until he starts making sense again.

He also knows that Viktor Nikiforov has the most genuinely beautiful soul that Yuuri has ever had the opportunity to touch. He knows that very few people in his life will ever love him like Viktor, and that he himself has never felt for anyone quite what he feels for this man. His man. 

He knows these things and he thinks that maybe Viktor is perfect after all, perfect in his imperfection. Every jagged edge of his fits into one of Yuuri’s, and every curve of Yuuri’s lovingly presses flush with Viktor’s until they fit together seamlessly, like a pair of puzzle pieces.

Yuuri is also still a very petty person on the inside, though–which is why he makes posts on Instagram that read things like Viktor received his sixth well-deserved Russian National gold today! Congratulations to my amazing fiance.

And also:

So proud of my husband for all of his hard work commentating at the #Olympics. Some people go to school for half their lives and aren’t half as articulate as my Vitya. #Proudhubby

After that last one, Phichit leaves a voicemail on Yuuri’s phone that is literally just two whole minutes of him laughing hysterically and then wheezing, “THE SALT!” before hanging up.

“Yuuri, why did Phichit just sent me…sixteen crying laughing emojis and a text that says ‘your husband I can’t,’ in all caps?”

“Because a lot of people tried telling me you weren’t perfect and I’m proving them wrong,” Yuuri replies, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh,” Viktor says, and literally crawls on top of him.

Yuuri supposes that the moral of the story is that the heart wants what the heart wants, and you have to find perfection in the imperfections–Viktor is loud and ditzy and forgets the English word for tomato on an almost daily basis, but he’s Yuuri’s husband. And because he’s Yuuri’s husband, he’s perfect.

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Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘Farewell, Cruel World!’

super duper lazy and short animatic that i may or may not clean up

Haggar: I made you strong and this is how you repay me!

Shiro: 🖓😡 you made me strong? 😅 🏋 💪 I made 🔝 myself strong! 💪🏋 💯 grind ❤ never 🙅 stops 💯♛ I work ✌👌 for every 👏 gain 🏋 🎖💪 your hate 🤔 is 👏 my 👏 fuel! 🙃🏅😊 you keep whining 😑 I keep winning 👌🏆💪🏅

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The outer parapet came up to her chin, but along the inner edge of the walk was nothing, nothing but a long plunge to the bailey seventy or eighty feet below. All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. 

You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all. – Sansa VI, A Game of Thrones

While Eddy was unconscious Edd found a pillow, covered Eddy with a blanket to keep him warm, bandaged his head, poured him some juice, made/bought a get well card, and even placed a vase or flowers near him.

Instead of finding a chair Edd sits on a bucket watching over Eddy as Ed breaks open the drawer?

Why not call an ambulance or a parents if it were that serious?

Other then that Edd is the greatest friend anyone could ever have.

Would you believe this was inspired by the beginning of Shrek? Yes. Because it’s the same.


“Next!”

Stiles dragged his feet a bit as Hilda tugged him forward in line. He was chained up and surrounded by guards, probably about to be sold into slavery, but he still wasn’t going to make this easy for the old broad.

He’d been buying her produce for years, and this was how she repaid him? Selling him to the king for some supernatural creature bounty? No. He was going to make this as difficult as possible.

She glared her beady little eyes at him, dug her sharp nails into his arm a bit more, and shoved him forward another lurching step. The fae at the front of the line was deemed worth twenty pounds, ten shillings and hauled off by knights in armor.

“Next!”

A hellhound was dragged forward in an iron collar.

“I will give you money if you just let me go,” Stiles whispered, he wasn’t above bargaining, but Hilda ignored him. He didn’t have much, but it was probably more than she’d get from these chumps. “Six shillings, right now.”

Hilda rolled her eyes and tugged him forward by the chain looped around his wrists. The hellhound was appraised and hauled off into the back of a closed wagon. It was no doubt magically reinforced; Stiles could still hear it snarling violently, but it wasn’t breaking through the old rickety wooden sides.

“Next!”

“Ten shillings,” Stiles continued, “right as soon as I can get to the bank. Twenty, even! Three pounds!”

Hilda gave him a withering look. “You don’t have that kind of money. Now shut up.” She yanked on his chain and both wrists burned as the iron manacles scraped against the already raw skin. The iron was bad enough without all of the jerking around.

Another supernatural creature was carried off to the wagon—this time a nymph—and then it was Stiles’ turn.

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So, just to trace the sequence of events in that particular subplot:

  • In episode 22, Grog goes off on his own in Vasselheim and strikes a deal with Cidric Gillsman, a merchant working in a tent at the side of the road, to buy some potions in exchange for pieces of a dragon the party had slain. He, being Grog, gets confused by the math and gives the guy way more than he’s asking for. When Vex finds out, she is livid.


  • In episode 43, the party (plus Zahra and Kash) stumbles across Cidric again when they get back to Vasselheim. Vex works out who he is and the entire party gets a little… aggressive in their bartering. Kashaw blandly asks how Cidric’s family’s doing, if everyone’s healthy. In an intimidation ploy, Vax stabs Grog in the arm without either of them breaking eye-contact with Cidric. The party convinces Cidric to trade for a worthless knick-knack by casting like three different spells on it simultaneously to make it look magical.


  • In episode 85, the party returns to Vasselheim and runs into Cidric once more; he has at this time graduated from a tent at the side of the road to owning his own shop. He refuses point-blank to do business with Vex and will only work with Grog.


  • In episode 90, Grog and Taryon split off from the group and go to seek out some potions. Along the way, a particularly poorly disguised Doty begins to draw some attention and suspicion from the guards of Vasselheim, since he is basically a robot wearing a mask over a fake goatee. When they get to Cidric’s shop, Taryon and Grog tell Doty to wait outside and keep an eye on things, and they actually have a rather civil and warm conversation with Cidric and manage to do some business. While Cidric’s in the back gift-wrapping their potions, a loud commotion erupts at the front of the shop, and Doty walks in, holding the unconscious bodies of two Vasselheim guards. Grog panics and punches them both in the face and then drenches their bodies in ale and tries to get Tary to vomit on them. As you do. Cidric emerges from the back, takes in the scene, shoves the potions at them, and yells at them to get out and never return.


  • And now, in episode 103, Grog and Scanlan are very innocently walking through Vasselheim on a completely unrelated errand… and one of the two guards Grog punched just happens to roll a high enough perception check to notice him as he goes by. The guard calls his captain and two companions, and suddenly Grog and Scanlan are being arrested by four Vasselheim guards. They try to convince the guards that they’re being pursued by Doty’s “final form”, and Scanlan uses Major Illusion to create a giant mecha-Doty that breathes steam and has tusks, but the captain of the guard sees through it and starts calling for backup. Grog punches the captain in the face. Scanlan Polymorphs Grog into a giant eagle and they make their escape after getting shot at by ten different crossbows. They’re now wanted by the entire guard of the city of Vasselheim.

Things… escalated.

Snow Ball

OK BUT IMAGINE:

  • The month in-between the Gate closing and Snow Ball, Hopper does let El hang out with the boys, but only at the Wheelers’ or Byers’
  • Max and El resolve their issues (mainly El) when Max has a day where she is freaking out and confesses to El how much she likes Lucas
  • El realizes that Max only likes Mike as a friend and their leader, but likes likes Lucas
  • El apologizes for being so rude and they very quickly become thick as thieves
  • Much to the annoyance of Lucas and Mike, only because they want to spend time without the girls whispering and giggling to each other
  • Max teaches El what a secret is and how it’s different than a lie, so that way El won’t tell Mike or any of the others about Max’s crush on Lucas
  • ANYWAY
  • The party is having a sleepover one night in the Wheelers’ basement
  • The boys are being stupid and had put on Return of the Jedi for the thousandth time
  • The girls do like Star Wars and everything, but can they please watch something else ~ for once ~
  • Boys being their typical selves refuse because they still don’t understand that Max and El are girls and sometimes like watching cheesy things
  • Girls leave to go upstairs for snacks or something
  • Nancy finds them in the kitchen grumbling about how the boys never let them pick the movie
  • Nancy, being the awesome and cool older sister, invites them to watch Footloose with her in the living room
  • And OH MY GOD they love it
  • Yes, even Max, because El helps bring out her soft/girlie side ~ because it’s El, let’s be real. The girl is all heart-eyes for Mike Wheeler
  • So Nancy let’s El borrow the movie so she has something to watch besides just soaps when she’s stuck in the cabin
  • Max comes over to the cabin everyday
  • Even more than Mike, because we know Karen and we know Hop
  • Plus Hop totally knows something’s up with Max’s home life, so who the hell is he to not give her a safe space
  • And Max’s mom understands - obviously - why Max doesn’t want to be home, and at least if she’s at the police chief’s home, she’s not getting in trouble
  • So every time that it’s just El and Max at the cabin, they watch Footloose
  • They tried to watch it ONE TIME with the boys, but oh my god they wouldn’t stop whining
  • SO SNOWBALL
  • So when Footloose (the song) comes on after Every Breath You Take, El and Max naturally shove Mike and Lucas to the side and run to find each other
  • All the while squealing along with all the other girls in the gym
  • Much to the horror of all the boys
  • So the four boys re-congregate off to the side by the girls
  • Max and El are singing at the top of their lungs and doing some of the moves from the movie that they taught themselves, because of course they did
  • (EL ONLY DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO SLOW DANCE, OK?)
  • Eventually Dustin just shrugs and decides to join them
  • Because we all know that Dustin has some secretly awesome/hilarious moves
  • This makes El and Max laugh hysterically, of course, and they let him spin them because he’s their friend and practically their brother and they love him
  • Mike and Lucas are naturally getting pissy and jealous, because those are their girls
  • Will eventually shrugs too and grabs El’s hand to twirl her too, because they helped each other with their nightmares, so she’s the closest thing he has to a sister
  • Lucas eventually busts out some wicked dance move that he saw his dad do once at a family party, I mean the boy’s got rhythm
  • Mike is still being emo Mike until El twirls up to him, holding out her hand and goddamnit if he would be the one to ever not give her what she wants
  • So he starts doing this snapping head bob thing because have you seen the kid?! He’s all limbs and awkward af. So he adds in some side stepping, because it makes El giggle and laugh and good lord that’s the cutest fucking sound he’s ever heard.
  • And so the night goes

I might have listened to Footloose….. I might also hate myself, so no worries.

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Hey! So 1) I just got around to bottling up my supplies (flower petals, herbs, and one giant thing of salt) and 2) this is the witchy stuff I’ll be bringing to college! The box my friend got me works pretty well as a secret altar, and I’ll bring some extra bottles and jars too. Hopefully they survive the trip up.