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anonymous asked:

Not su critical, but I wish there was less human episodes and plot's loose ends weren't left forgotten for literal ages. I just, idk, feel like crewniverse wants us like lars or ronaldo too much

i mean, by definition it’s not forgotten if it’s brought up again. the show is just very long-term and demands you have a lot of patience sometimes (which makes it satisfying when it happens, but it can also be frustrating before that).

on the subject of humans: i’m not always super invested, but there’s always a rewarding or clever element. i like connie, kiki and sadie a lot. greg’s alright. the cool kids too. while onion’s not my favorite, his episodes tend to be solid and gives us interesting steven-characterization (onion gang was quite nice, they finally made me emotional about both onion and steven’s loneliness).

i have a buddy who loves lars with all his heart - i know he’s not the most popular character, but i like him alright, too. he’s the kind of teenager who can be a jerk without being a one-note bully. there’s a good post going around about you kinda need to see the humans to feel the payoff of them (spoilers) seemingly getting kidnapped in this next bomb, which will be another interesting mix of the human and magical elements of the show.  

Originally posted by cartoonfan98

the “slice of life” elements also has another important function, which i think is vitally important - in fantasy / sci-fi stories, there’s a lot of Othering. by which i mean, strictly good vs evil escapism where a lot of the time, the enemy is so inhuman they might as well be a natural disaster, not a person. good and evil is often decided by which magical species or alien race you belong to, not who you are as a person. 

slice of life is the complete opposite - you have your jerks, but they’re still human. those stories rarely end with anyone being murdered for their crimes and this being portrayed as a “victory”. it’s pretty common that while the main character’s perspective expands, we get to know even those characters who we assumed were just cruel or bullies. everyone has some struggle going on, and the punishments for their crimes are not that they’re irredeemable or die. rather, they’re allowed to actually develop and/or have nuances to them.

Originally posted by relatablelarsquotes

both sci-fi and fantasy also have an expectation of war in recent years - there’s the expectation of constant high stakes and people getting killed. the plot is expected to constantly be the focus - we need to find the Thing to fight the Dark Side. we need to get to Place before Evil gets there first. the Chosen One needs to collect all five Orbs, four of which symbolize the four friends, and the fifth one will awaken her own power. the Enemy needs to be Stopped, their reasons are (usually) irrelevant.

on the other side, slice of life is very personal: everything is character-driven, and their motivations is the main reason to watch it. i saw a lot of surprise that “yuri on ice” didn’t have a traditional villain - my response was basically “…well, yeah, it’s slice of life”. that’s kinda how it usually works. especially in anime - you may not get to know every character equally well, and some will be deeply flawed, but no one is sorted into a box labelled “inhuman” or “evil”. 

so what’s my point? well, steven universe continuously trains its audience to see slice-of-life elements in the ~magical space conflict. it tells you to see the characters through a ‘human’ lens, even the characters who aren’t human. part of how it does this is by adding surprising amounts of empathy and human solutions - not just to the beach city problems, but to the gem problems as well. 

the first time we see two diamonds together - the Intergalactic Tyrants™ who most fanart depict as the final boss overlords all the “less-awful” characters will unite against in a Final Battle? oh, they’re grieving the loss of their fellow diamond. blue diamond is crying. their pearls are there, standing as a reminder of the hierarchy they champion, but neither element ruins the other - they can be sympathetic and deeply flawed at the same time. when it’s towards the people they care about, they even seem well-intentioned. yellow diamond chastises blue for not being a good leader to her people.

Originally posted by gemsingifs

part of the reason this seems natural is because the show has portrayed its human characters as flawed, not as a faceless mass of “good people” who must be saved from the evil alien race. so it makes sense it would work the other way around too - everyone’s got their own stuff to deal with, and everyone makes (sometimes massive) mistakes. the human side of the show also helps steven cope with the gem side and make connections that are important to him, develop his character and fuel his desire to help.

we’re expected to see both gems and humans as people. part of this is because of the human side of steven’s upbringing - the old crystal gems are used to meeting allies and enemies, steven is mostly used to meeting people, even if he (like everyone) has his own biases between them, or thinks some of them are “mean”.

despite some people’s consistent insistence that any jerk we’re introduced to is just a villain, that’s it, end of story, steven universe continues to challenge those assumptions. time and time again. that’s part of why it’s so vital (to me) that no one are just killed off or bubbled forever, because the show has laid the groundwork that suffering is never a good thing. 

it can be a trade-off, like how we’re exploring rose’s shattering of pink diamond, and yknow, there WAS a war in the style of sci-fi/fantasy, but the show is critical of that solution. pink’s shattering did not, in fact, end the conflict - her death left countless gems leaderless, mourning and FAR from ‘liberated’ (in fact, many of them hate the crystal gems), and earth was still under the slow threat of the cluster… and how was that cluster solved again? not by force, but by talking to a hostile and vicious little green alien. then getting her help to reach the huge, suffering eldritch abomination in the center of the earth… which was also stopped by communication, not by force.

Originally posted by kathon

i know some will insist these are unrelated, but i think without steven’s human side, he would really “just” be another crystal gem. an empathetic one, who is curious about people, but not on this level. not one who opposes the idea of not just shattering, but wants to find a way to connect with everyone (as he is like no one and everyone), and has the kind of boundless optimism where he refuses to accept that this is just “the way things are”, or that suffering is ever necessary. everything is always changing on earth, and because of that, steven wants to believe everything can always change. 

«Εγώ κι εσύ
και τα εκατομμύρια τιποτένιοι
σαν και σένα και σαν εμένα.
Υποκριτές, φιλόδοξοι, μικρόψυχοι, εγωιστές, δειλοί
εμείς κρατάμε μες στα ένοχα παράφορα τούτα χέρια
τις τύχες του κόσμου. 
Να το θυμάσαι αυτό».

Τάσος Λειβαδίτης, «Συμφωνία αριθ. 1», 1957

My old drama teacher made a great point about *Old Hollywood*: “They worked within a censorship code. They could not be overt about sex, infidelity or homosexuality. They had to be subtle. But they still dealt with those themes. And, arguably, the subtlety was better than the annoying ‘in-your-face’ gratuitous stuff films give us now.”

I don’t necessarily agree, of course. 

But I understand what he was saying. 

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Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Art: Lili in Antelope Valley 🦅
📸 By: Cole Mitchell Sprouse

anonymous asked:

favorite shakarian fics? i need recs i just got into masseffect and am halfway through the second one, (dont worry abt spoilers my sis already spoiled me)

OH JEEZ, i’m really bad at reading fics, tbh? i prefer writing fic over reading it, but i certainly have some recommendations, although not many.

New Game by alden is a favorite, especially because I love the characterization and banter. Heads up: it is not without its conflicts. If you’re looking for fluff, it shouldn’t be your first choice. (I drunkenly offered this author money, and I still plan on paypalling them at least 20 dollars one of these days.)

Entropy by jhoom fucked my life up for at least 2 weeks. I’ve reread it 3 times, and posted about it before. Again, this should not be your first choice if you’re looking for fluff. It does have a happy ending, though! 

gethsemane by legendaerie is my favorite oneshot. Garrus-centric, and more of a character study than anything else. I love it because it’s the poetic meta-fic about Garrus I had plans to write, but they did it first. (and god knows I love being able to read the content I want without writing it.) 

limit of the flesh by damalur was a fic I’ve had bookmarked since I started ME3, but max @137calibrations strong-armed me into finally reading it. Totally worth it. A Shepard-centric fic with an interesting look into her psyche and a slow(er) look into a post ME3 shakarian romance. 

ghost by theherocomplex is one I haven’t finished yet, because I’m trying to savor it. I vividly remember bawling my lungs out during this one, so be warned. Starts after Shepard’s death in ME2, and goes from there. A crazy-cool idea, and the author pulls it off with a good plot and better writing. 

red streak by thunderheadfred makes me think of my months-old bookmarker’s note. “I hope I can absorb some of ThunderheadFred’s talent when I print this fic out and eat it page-by-page.” VERY nsfw at times, but they do a great job with marking the chapters so you can skip it. Great writing, and an interesting new take on Shepard and Garrus’s characters. 

last but (definitely) not least: future imperfect by mizdirected. Another one I haven’t finished, but if you’re looking for the longest fic you’ll ever read, full of literally everything you could think of, this is it. Canon-divergent, and honestly the most impressive story-centric fics I’ve ever read. This is the fic I dreamt about writing in highschool, when I still had a drive to write thousands of words a month. 

2016 Retro Cellars Rosé

This is the inaugural rosé from the awesome humans at Retro Cellars. Only 25 cases made so get on it! Tart raspberries, cranberries, strawberries, and even a hint of apple cider notes on the nose. Sweet cherries and macerated strawberries (almost strawberry jam-like) on the palate with tart cranberry acidity and a hint of fruit leather. This isn’t a simple sip it and forget it rosé - this is some serious stuff. Clocking in at 14%, this rosé has as much boozy fun as a full-bodied red wine. 

4/5 bones

$$

Peloursin (genetic mother of Petite Sirah)

14.2% abv

Napa Valley, California, USA

Title: Made it Through

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Last post of my 20 Day Challenge. THank you to everyone who submitted requests. I really enjoyed this prompt and maybe got a little carried away? If you requested it, let me know if you liked it! (And if you didn’t request it, you can tell me how great or terrible it was. Yolo.) I have been starting on the new requests I have, I’ll be putting out at least one a week. You guys are awesome! :)

Word Count: 2,331


“Swimming!” Christian cried. You sat down on the edge of a lounge chair by the pool; Christian standing between your legs, trying his hardest to wiggle away from you.

“Soon, baby. You need sunscreen first.” you explained, squirting some lotion onto your hands, slathering it over his soft skin. The summer sun shone down around you, the scent of burgers grilling wafted through the backyard, the steady chatter of family and friends surrounded you.

You and Max were at his mother’s house for an end of summer picnic, a tradition she had started right before Max moved to Arizona for his first NHL season. It had started small the first year, just a few close family members and friends. This year, nearly 75 people were crowded in her yard, all there to send Max off for the season. The three of you would be heading back to your home in Arizona tomorrow so Max would be settled in and ready for training camp.

“Dada! Swimming!” Christian yelled as Max came out of the house. Max’s swim trunks hung low on his hips, his muscles even more defined by the tan he had picked up over the summer. His face broke into a smile as he sauntered over, kneeling in front of the two of you.

“Yeah, buddy, you ready to swim?” Max asked.

“Momma, hurry!” Christian said, trying to pull away as you finished rubbing in the last of the lotion.

“Alright, you’re all done.” you said with a laugh.

Max scooped Christian up, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before running over to the pool. Max jumped into the shallow end, your son giggling excitedly as the water splashed up around them.

You looked up, noticing Max’s mom as she walked over to you with a smile. She took a seat on the chair beside you. “I can’t believe the summer is over already.” she sighed. “I don’t know what I’ll do without that little guy around to keep me busy.”

“We’ll miss you. I always hate leaving home.” you admitted. “You’re welcome to visit us anytime. Come down and stay a while. Escape some of the snow.”

“I just might take you up on that offer.” she chuckled.

The two of you turned your attention to the pool when you heard a delighted shriek, Christian perched securely on Max’s broad shoulders, giggling whenever one of Max’s sisters handed him a bucket of water to dump on Max’s head. A few minutes later Leanne turned to face you, a serious expression etched on her face.

“I know the past few years have been really hard on both of you, but you seem to have come out on the other side. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Max happier.” Leanne said; her voice full of sincerity. “Are you happy, (Y/N)?” she asked, genuinely curious. You thought about her statement, remembering how far you and Max had come in the past few years.

You and Max had met in high school and started dating soon after. Your relationship moved fast, probably faster than it should have for a couple of teenagers. Before too long, you found yourself in a drug store bathroom, a positive pregnancy test in your hand. Your parents were not happy, neither were Max’s. You weren’t fully prepared for the difficulties motherhood brought; it had been the hardest time of your life. The two of you still needed to finish high school. Max was still pursuing his dream of playing hockey and you were applying for colleges; all while raising a baby.

The distance was stressful, the judgement from peers was hard to face, and the pressure of raising a child was immense; Max was in London playing junior hockey and you were still living at home in Toronto. Despite the hardship, you had gotten the most precious little boy out of the deal. Christian was the center of your world and you worked hard to make sure he had a mother he could be proud of. He made all the struggle worth it.

You and Max fought a lot during that time; over the distance, over the future, over the responsibility of raising a child. You often took your frustrations and problems out on each other when you should have been working through them together. There were times when you were sure you and Max would never work out, where you would never see him again. You worried that Max would eventually fall out of Christian’s life, but he never did. Through it all, despite all of the trying times, Max was always there to support Christian. He visited as often as his schedule allowed and never missed a birthday, Christmas, or pre-school event; he never let his baby boy down. Even when the two of you weren’t getting along, he always greeted you with a smile and a kiss, letting Christian know his parents loved each other; no matter how deep down those feelings were at the time.

When Max got settled in Arizona for his first season with the Coyotes, he took a leap of faith and asked you and Christian to move with him, so the three of you would have the chance to be a real family, together. Away from family, away from friends, away from judgement; just the three of you. He insisted you would never know if you didn’t at least try and if you wanted to move back to Toronto, he wouldn’t guilt you into staying in Arizona. You were hesitant at first, but had eventually agreed. During the past two years in Arizona everything had fallen into place. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, nothing ever was; but during that time, you had fallen in love with Max all over again.

“I am happy.” you said, honestly. “I’m very happy.”

“Good.” Max’s mom gave your hand a squeeze before she stood up, a huge smile covering her face. She wandered back to the sea of people around the grill, resuming her hosting duties.

The afternoon passed in a blur. Eating way too much, saying difficult goodbyes, and chasing after Christian all day had left you exhausted. Night had fallen and Max had just walked the last guest out to their car; you relaxed by the fire pit in the back yard, sitting on the wicker sofa, your feet propped up on the ottoman in front of you. Christian had been covered in dirt and grass stains by the end of the day and was inside with Leanne, taking a bath. You heard the last car drive away; Max, who had changed into shorts a long-sleeved shirt, appeared from the back door a few moments later, one of his worn-in hoodies in hand.

“Here babe, I thought you might be cold.” He said, tossing it over to you as he made his way to the sofa you were curled up on. You pulled the sweatshirt on, snuggling into it as he settled in beside you, the fabric soft on your skin. The scent of his cologne enveloped you as you lifted his arm, tucking yourself into his side. You smiled as he leaned over and gently pressed a kiss to your temple, wrapping his arm more tightly around your shoulders and holding you close.

“Today was fun.” You said, softly. “Your mom sure knows how to host a party.”

“Does she ever.” He agreed, sighing contentedly. You glanced up at him; his eyes fixed on the fire in front you, the flickering light casting shadows over his handsome face. You sat in silence for a while; the sound of the fire crackling was calming.

“There was a time when I never thought we would have this.” He said suddenly. “I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you stayed with me. I know my career made this whole situation harder on you. I was away so much, you were practically raising our son alone.” He said guiltily; biting his lip, his eyes still fixed on the fire.

“It was hard, Max, but it was worth it.” You said, surprised at his topic of conversation; the two of you didn’t often revisit your rough past. When he didn’t look at you, you lifted your hand to his cheek, gently turning his face to yours. You noticed the guilt still present in his eyes, he blinked hard, his eyes glistening. “Your schedule may have been intense, but you were there for Christian as much as you could be. Even when you and I weren’t getting along, you were always there for him when you said you would be and I’m so grateful for that.”

“I wish I would have handled some things differently with you. I would have treated you so much better. You had your own life and were doing so much more for Christian than I realized.”

“Max, I could have been better to you, too. Don’t blame yourself, we were so young.” You said, wrapping your arms around his strong torso. “If we hadn’t gone through all of that, who knows where we would be today?” you added, resting your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat sounded in your ear, warmth radiating off his body.

“You’ve done an incredible job with Christian.” He said after a short pause. “You’ve taught him so much. He’s so enamored with you.”

“Don’t give me all the credit.” You said. “He has an amazing father to look up to.”

Max pressed a series of quick kisses to the top of your head. “You don’t know how much I love you, babe.” He said earnestly. “I… just thank you. Thank you for supporting me, for raising our son to be such an amazing little person; for loving us.”

“You’re both pretty easy to love.” You said joyfully.

You lifted your head, Max’s lips meeting your own. You had kissed Max a lot in the past 6 years, but this kiss was different. It was more intense, filled with emotion. His lips, warm and gentle, moved softly with your own. 

“So, you’re happy?” he asked quietly as he pulled away a few moments.

“I’m happy, Max.” you answered truthfully. “You make me so happy.” The smile that spread across his face warmed your heart.

You and Max both jumped when a loud smack sounded off the glass door inside the house. Looking towards the house you saw Christian and Leanne standing inside, Christian’s little hands pressed against the glass door looking out at the two of you expectantly. Max motioned him over to the two of you, a grin breaking out as he looked up at his grandma. Leanne opened the door for him and he toddled across the porch to the couch that you and Max were settled on. You slipped your arms from around Max’s middle, pulling Christian up, he kneeled on your lap. He smelled like kids shampoo, proudly wearing a new pair of pajamas from one of Max’s aunts. He kneeled on your lap, ready to tell you about his exciting adventures with his grandma.

“Hi momma.” He said, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Gramma let me put bubbles in the bath!” he said happily.

“Did she?” you asked. “That was nice of her. Did you get to play ‘Go Fish’, too?”

“Mmhmm.” He replied. “I won three times.”

“Gramma must be getting really bad at card games.” Max replied with a smirk. “I never managed to win any games against her when I was a kid.”

“She showed me your room!” he said to Max. “You won lotsa trophies at hockey! Can I learn to play?”

Max smiled. “Of course bud, we’ll get you a pair of skates when we get back to Arizona, how about that?”

Christian nodded enthusiastically as he turned to sit on your lap. As he nestled in, you felt something hard jab into your thigh.

“Baby, what’s in your pocket?” you asked, noticing something protruding from his pajama pants pocket.

Christian’s eyes got wide, clamping his mouth shut with his hands he looked over at Max.

“It’s okay, bud. You can show her.”

Christian leaned over, his childish attempt at whispering failing as your heard him speak to Max. “And ask her?” Christian clarified.

“Yeah, bud. Go ahead.” Max said, winking as his tiny son with a smile.

Christian leaned over, and with some difficulty pulled a small cardboard box out of his pocket. “Close your eyes, momma!” he said. You obliged, wondering what surprise he had in store for you this time. You heard him fiddle with the box and seconds later he said. “Okay, you can open them.”

You looked down at Christian who was looking proudly at you; his hand outstretched, his palm held flat, a sparkling diamond ring perched on his tiny hand. Your mouth dropped open, your heart racing as you glanced between your son and Max. “Will you marry daddy?” he asked.

You looked at Max, the disbelief was evident on your face as Max’s arm tightened around your shoulders. “Will you, babe?” he asked quietly, his eyes hopeful.

“Yes!” you cried looking at Max. Turning to Christian, you saw his smile grow even more. “Yes, baby, I’ll marry your daddy.” You said.

“Which finger?” he asked, looking at Max as his tiny hand grabbed at your fingers.

“This one, bud.” Max said, reaching over and holding your hand out for Christian as he clumsily slid the ring on your finger.

Christian slid off your laps, his job complete. “I’m gonna tell gramma you said yes!” he squealed, running back towards the house, Leanne smiling in the doorway.

“I love you, babe.” Max said. “I’ve been wanting to propose all summer. I just couldn’t think of any spectacular way to do it and—“

“It was perfect, Max” you said, admiring the ring as it sparkled in the firelight. “I can’t wait to be your wife.” You smiled, kissing him once more.


HockeyWritingCollective Masterlist (X)

Request: can you do a Max Domi one where he and Y/N have a son and he uses their son to ask her to marry him i really love your writing by the way

Thank you so much for this prompt. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it!