technically? somehow?

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Bet you didn’t think I’d do one of these comics ever again did ya

My own little take on that Soviet-German situation. Life is tough when you have virtually no political allies and your only friend Germany is starting to gain friends in the western world over the decade - I vaguely remember reading that the Soviet Union suggested a joint invasion of Poland several times(??) over the course of the 1920s in order to try and strengthen the ties between the USSR and Germany.
Nothing says friendship like a good invasion I guess!!!!

Although Germany was not quite recognizing the new eastern boarders, the Weimar Republic rejected the proposals.

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HAPPY 36TH BIRTHDAY THOMAS WILLIAM HIDDLESTON!

“I was surprised to hear that they cut my butt out! I’m here to tell you that my butt is not dangerous. And there are many, many more dangerous things that people are happy to broadcast. I don’t know what that says about the world we live in, but it probably says something.”

The Tony Awards begin. Josh Groban steps out onstage to host, holding an accordion. He plays the first note. Suddenly an ensemble of drunken Russians charge onstage, holding Vodka shots. You are at the opera. It’s a revival of Great Comet.

do you sometimes think about the fact that alec’s bow and quiver technically belong to magnus

imagine alec finding magnus trying to use it but at the same time he could see all those small mistakes that people make when they’ve never done archery before

“what are you doing?” he asks.

“well, since it technically still belongs to me, i thought i should maybe learn how to use it,” magnus replied with a smirk. “can’t rely on my magic all the time, can i?”

alec laughed. “wow, i almost forgot that’s actually true,” he replied. “it feels like it’s been ages ago.”

he stood right behind magnus, their bodies touching just barely but he could still heard how magnus tried to catch his breath, suddenly aware of his boyfriend’s presence. and alec couldn’t help but smile at that.

“what are you doing?” magnus managed to ask.

alec just silently corrected magnus’ elbow and then put a hand on his right arm.

“well, if i’m using your equipment, i might as well teach you how to use it,” he whispered into magnus’ ear and in that moment magnus released an arrow that landed right in the centre of their kitchen, destroying a cookie jar.

no matter how long i’ve been playing or how high level i am or how rad my gear or how many healing potions i made in advance, it always comes down to frantically shoving apples into my gaping maw mid-battle

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Late entry (again) For Kakashi Week @kakashifest
Prompts: (1) Shadow clones aren’t meant for this, (2) Sukea, (3) Being cute (kinda).

I’m a bit cheating by combining several prompts into a comic here. Sukea fooling around with his genderbending shadow clone self? Why not. I bet Kakashi can pull off that female disguise without a henge, even.

DS9: Rules, Games, Winning

One thing while watching Season 7 I keep thinking about is how DS9 deals with success and continually redefines what it means to “win”… and how the lessons they learn by playing games for entertainment informs how they make sense of winning real-life victories.

1) The take-home message of Take Me Out to the Holosuite is that “manufactured triumph” can be just as good as actually winning– the Niners team of misfits was never going to win against superstar Vulcans in the baseball game, but they can win by ~having fun~ and infuriating the main Vulcan guy anyway.  If you can’t win, change the goal.

2) Miles and Julian’s obsession with the Alamo shows also how losing a battle can mean winning the war– in the Battle of the Alamo  the Texans (who are the heroes in US history narratives) are outnumbered, outmatched by Santa Anna’s Mexican troops, and the Texans are slaughtered while standing their ground.  This is a losing battle!  However as Wikipedia further informs me, “Santa Anna’s cruelty during the battle inspired many Texans to join the Texan Army” eventually leading to them winning the overall revolution.  This is Miles and Julian’s escape into fantasy to take the pressure off, but also is a way for them to make sense of the casualty lists.  Will their co-workers and allies have died for nothing, in the end?  If they themselves die will their lives have been worth it?  The desire to avenge the deaths of the Alamo led for Texan victory, and so the DS9 crew has to use their grief over Federation/ally deaths to fuel their will to beat the Dominion.

3) oh and the Season ½ pointless plots with aliens that like to play games that don’t seem like fun to us (Move Along Home, Captive Pursuit, Rivals, perhaps even Q-Less… Battle Lines is not a game in terms of entertainment but it is like a neverending laser tag with real weapons.) is an attempt to set up further questions on what winning means– how can you win when you don’t know what rules you’re playing by?  what happens if you refuse to play the game?  what happens to your honor and integrity when the game isn’t fair to begin with, and in that case what’s the point in playing? (why not just punch Q in his smarmy face?)

4) in Our Man Bashir, Julian and Garak have to win the holosuite game to save the crew trapped from the transporter malfunction, but in the process might be killed themselves.  Garak tries to save him and Julian, but it would kill the crew– this attempt at victory isn’t acceptable to Julian who shoots him, and Garak is pleased at Julian’s commitment: “He showed me that he had the spine to play the game as it ought to be played”.  In the end, Julian “saves the day by destroying the world”– to save the real lives of the crew, he has to lose the expected endgoal of the holosuite game.

5) All of this builds to our more seriously treated plot arcs that deal directly with these themes– how will our heroes save the day, what will they sacrifice in the process, how will they know what victory is and if it’s worth it?  The first related ongoing arc is Bajoran independence and their ongoing struggle with self-governance and rebuilding, as seen through Major Kira: the black and white of the Resistance against Cardassian oppressors doesn’t apply to the murky grey politics of democracy– how to do what is best for the Bajoran people while also letting them make their own decisions. When Bajorans disagree with Bajorans who is the enemy?  How do you deal with nebulous objectives?  Winning was easy, governing’s harder.

6) Sisko’s confrontations with the Maquis culminates with his pursuit/standoffs with Eddington– Federation values don’t generally allow for officers to poison whole planets, not for any reason, but for Sisko to win he has to play the game that Eddington has set up for him, he has to be the Javert to Eddington’s Valjean.  This is against standard Star Trek rules!!! but it pays off and he wins.

8) Sisko’s struggle to win the game while playing by the rules– and then having to overstep those rules– is most obviously dealt with in In the Pale Moonlight.  “I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover the crimes of other men. I am an accessory to murder. But the most damning thing of all… I think I can live with it. And if I had to do it all over again - I would. Garak was right about one thing: a guilty conscience is a small price to pay for the safety of the Alpha Quadrant."  No subtext here, this is the thesis statement of this whole theme, from the mouth of the Sisko himself.  This is followed up by the Section 31 episodes, which reveal that the Federation itself– who has set those rules Sisko breaks/bends!– is willing to sacrifice its integrity in order to win in the end.

Whose rules do you play by and when?  If you play to win what do you lose in the process?  By saving the day, do you destroy the world?  Is it worth it?

You know, my initial reaction to Civil War was “Neither side is right or wrong, and that’s the point” and while I still think that’s what the filmmakers were going for, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really don’t care one way or another who’s right or wrong because aside from that ONE SCENE depicting the Avengers debating the Accords with good points on both sides, the movie really never has anything to do with them from that point on beyond “thing that is occasionally an added annoyance for everyone”

Like Steve’s entire plot is about first trying to keep his friend from being murdered without due process and then trying to stop HYDRA Takeover 2.0 which just happen to be things happening at the same time as the Accords stuff (which I don’t think were even ratified at that point due to the UN getting blown up?) and are in no way a deliberate rebellion against it and let’s be real, even if Steve had signed that would have gone right out the window anyway as soon as Bucky was threatened

Just like any validity of Tony’s points about responsibility went straight out the window when he decided to ignore all that and do exactly what he wanted anyway by doing things like disobeying orders so he could track Steve and Bucky

Even Zemo’s scheme didn’t have anything to do with the Accords, since it’s not like their existence somehow caused his family to die or retroactively changed time so that the Winter Soldier killed the Starks in front of a convenient video camera, like all the Accords did for him was get the UN people all in one place which they do for other things anyway

so in conclusion nothing has anything to do with anything, the rules are made up and the points don’t matter, everyone’s an imperialist, and this is what happens when you force the writers to shoehorn in a plot point that made even LESS sense in the original comics just to try and make a competing film with Dawn of Justice, which no one should have been concerned about competing with in the first place let’s be real

emerald-imperial  asked:

*hugs you* A Random Headcanon for the Wonderful Sush: Victor and Yuuri both love potted plants (i'm p sure there's at least one plant in both Victor and Yuuri's homes in the show). When they move in together, they collect all sorts of different potted friends- like the cactus from Yuuri's room, and an assortment of spices they use in home cooked meals. Yuuri is in charge of watering them all (because Victor usually forgets), and Victor likes to keep a log of how much they grow each week

The apartment is quiet, save for the clinking of glass as Yuuri pours himself a cup of water. He doesn’t like to be too loud when Victor isn’t home. It doesn’t feel right.

He misses Victor. He’s been out for a week for an event in Sochi, and Yuuri misses him so, so much. Makkachin pads over to him, and it seems that even the dog knows to be quiet in this apartment, where the absence of Victor hangs over them like a thick fog, stagnant and gray.

Yuuri sets his glass into the sink with a dull thunk, and pulls out his phone to check for texts, emails, anything. There are the ones from this morning: I think they’re uploading the videos of the skaters today! followed by I love you, sweetheart. I can’t wait to be back.

Yuuri smiles, holding the phone to his heart. He loves him too, more than anything.

There are plants lining the kitchen counter tops. A pair of miniature cacti, which are flowering gorgeously, sit on the windowsill, sharp and delicate, standing up for each other in a way that could almost be compared to a pair of lovers. Yuuri remembers the day Victor bought them for him, nearly two years ago, from the botanical garden. They remind me of you, Victor had said. They’re tough, and they’re beautiful. They’re fighters.

They’re just cacti, Yuuri had answered. Yuuri had fallen in love with them too. Victor had known, just like Victor always still knows, and had laid a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek as he took the little plants to the register.

There’s also a small pot of basil in the corner, aptly named Basilio by Victor, whose leaves Yuuri likes to use in omelets, and that Victor uses as a topping whenever they order pizza.

Basilio has grown four more leaves this week, texts Yuuri to Victor. Victor always forgets to water it, but never forgets to check how much it has grown. They’ve had Basilio since they’ve moved in together, every new leaf a new moment in their lives. Basilio had grown a record number of leaves on the week of their marriage.

Yuuri fiddles with the ring on his finger, biting his lip. He feels restless. He reaches out for the pot of rosemary by the sink, and rolls some between his fingers. He brings his hand to his nose, closes his eyes, and breathes in. It’s calming, and his breaths steady. In the morning, Victor will usually pick a sprig, roll it between his fingers, then take Yuuri’s hands tightly in his, the herb’s scent coating and enveloping them both. Victor will then take Yuuri’s palm and lay a kiss on it, softly and sweetly. You smell beautiful, he will say, and Yuuri will mirror his actions and his words. We’re beautiful together, will whisper Yuuri. I feel beautiful when I’m with you.

The clock ticks above the stove, and the sun slowly begins to dip down under the horizon.

Someone knocks at the door, and Yuuri leaps out of the kitchen, Makkachin bounding at his heels. A key turns in the lock, and the door opens.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I did have a key—”

“I missed you so much,” says Yuuri, throwing his arms around Victor’s shoulders, taking Victor’s hands in his and kissing them, kissing his chin, his cheeks, his lips, tasting the heat of Victor’s mouth on the tip of his tongue. Victor kisses him back feverishly, passionately, then breaks away to laugh and wrap his own arms around Yuuri’s waist and spin him around, until they both collapse into a loose embrace.

“I missed you too, Yuuri,” whispers Victor. “There wasn’t a single moment when I didn’t think of you.”

“Me neither.”

“You smell like rosemary,” says Victor, beaming. 

Yuuri smiles, grasping Victor tighter, and Victor’s eyes shimmer with emotion.

“Oh, Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri—” he says, softly. “You smell like love.”

anonymous asked:

Would you say that magic is technically code manipulation somehow?

Not any moreso than science is. This au doesn’t presuppose that everything in their world functions like a game. It only supposes that the way in which askers have experienced their world is a game. Imagine that out there in the vast multiverse, there exists a world in which your life’s events were portrayed in an independently developed video game with adorable pixelated graphics and a bitchin soundtrack, and then later some yahoo with a tablet pen made a fan comic about it. That’s literally what we are to them.

-TQ