Summary: Chanyeol lost his love to illness. He’s not strong enough to let her go so he writes letters to her. Everyone thinks he’s crazy; even his own friends. When he gets the strength to let go, he lets go of everything.
From a Joke to the End Game - The Evolution of Molly Hooper: Molly the Tool: The Blind Banker
Today it’s time
for The Blind Banker. This episode is the excellent blend of the scenes portraying
writers’ initial idea to the letter while at the same time showing how the
crew creates so much more than it was
planned in the script. Let’s take
a look at the scenes in this episode to see what exactly I mean.
[under cut for a long post and many pretty pictures of Ben and Loo ;) ]
examples of Anders’ fantasy racism towards Native/Jewish/Romani-coded elves (look no one said Bioware was good at their analogies, but unlike the claim that mages are mentally ill, it’s actually Word of God from writers that the elves are supposed to represent people of color.):
his dismissal of Fenris’ former enslavement, such as calling it “one bad experience” and saying he must be “jealous” because slavery isnt bad enough to make him have bad opinions towards mages but jealousy is. these are only a couple examples, there are more.
literally wanting to sell Fenris into slavery.
supporting Tevinter in general, saying they have the right idea
his dehumanization of Fenris, calling him a wild dog, a maniac, etc., again these are just off the top of my head.
“whyyyy don’t elves help meeeee if they know what its like to be oppressed”
in Awakening, insists that elves don’t get locked up for being who they are so they don’t have it as bad as mages, despite the fact that elves are de facto required to live in alienages, the alienage lockdown which occurred earlier that same year (which doesnt seem to be that uncommon of an event considering they have those big doors for a reason and im pretty sure there’s references to alienages having curfews somewhere?) and, y'know, Slavery.
it’s canonical btw that elf mages get treated worse than human mages in the circles, and despite that, there are lines from elf npcs in the circle in ferelden (where anders lived for a long time) that the circle is better than the alienage. (granted the ferelden circle is supposed to be one of the better ones, but the denerim alienage is also supposed to be one of the better ones.)
Orsino has canonically done Loads Of Shit to better the position of mages, he has worked for and protected the mages of his circle his entire life, he has done way more work for “”“mage rights”“”“ in his life than anders ever did, it was just the slow, unshowy kind that actually benefited the people he was trying to help rather than getting them all martyred against their will. (and btw im saying this as someone who literally does not care about the mage rights thing and has no strong feelings about Orsino, its just a canon fact) despite this, anders dismissed him completely and accused him of being a toady for the templars, showing him zero respect
Anders decided to blow up the chantry, intending it to get the entire circle killed, rather than consider listening to and helping Orsino instead
yknow, the person who had actual experience inside the gallows
more subtle things that add up
being very demanding, acting like he has a right to Fenris’ time, history, etc, constantly pushing him to justify his trauma, asking why his master didn’t kill him, why he didn’t kill himself, etc
condescension and lack of respect towards merrill, acting like he has moral high ground or superiority to her
fetishization and lack of respect towards velanna in awakening
“all dalish women are crazy”
granted he’s disrespectful to everyone (or at least… human women as well) but he’s particularly entitled, rude and disrespectful to every. single. elf he’s ever known. it becomes a pattern, even if all the more blatant shit up there wasn’t a thing.
and towards dwarves Oghren was… ick… but i know there’s at least one banter where Varric starts telling a short joke about dwarves and Anders interrupts with the punchline. in case you didnt know, people can generally tell racial jokes about their own race, but it’s not the same if someone who isn’t that race delivers the punchline.
im tired and this is all just off the top of my head. but could you make an argument that this is all ignorance? not a good one. i wouldnt believe it, but you could make the argument for your own interpretation of the character, not to push it on others.
i think a question people should ask themselves though is why anders gets the benefit of the doubt, why we’re supposed to ask ourselves to consider it instead of taking his actions at face value? why am i supposed to care so much about this white dude and his super special point of view that he definitely has reasonable reasons for? i dont.
hey um i want to rent an apartment in the most expensive part of the world and then mf ……………… open my own dog shelter for dogs only dogs maybe cats and bunnies but id need more hands to take care of them but ur wondering “how will you afford this?” and the answre is, i am not sure, but i will one day one day i will
Here’s a list of A/B/O fics I collected to read/ re-read/ rec.
These fics were recently recommended to me, so if you have more that you think I’d love, please reply with a title or link :D Doesn’t matter if I’ve read them before. Also please everyone is more than welcome to rec me your own alpha!Dean and omega!Cas fics!
Here are just the fic titels and links, below the cut you’ll find summaries and some initial blurb by me.
I’ll be completely honest, I didn’t like Karkat in any way whatsoever when we first met him. He was brash, mean, bitter, salty, rude, and an all around horrible person with a terrible attitude and a gross demeanor that I did not like. But when it was time to get to know him better, I found him a lot more palatable over time. Especially with this scene.
What’s interesting about this is that it’s from Slick’s perspective. For some reason, Slick sympathizes with Karkat. He has an understanding of the situation Karkat is in and finds it sad enough that he wants to comfort the kid. This isn’t the first time Slick has put forth an effort to comfort Karkat when he’s upset, either.
Now I’m horribly biased, because I love stabdads, but I adore this not only because it shoes a depth to Slick that otherwise was left completely in the dark (Slick has the ability to sympathize with what others are feeling, and has canonically cared about at least one person enough that he wanted to help them when they were feeling sad), but it makes me wonder why.
Why does a man who feels an inadequacy so deep in his bones act on desires to comfort this bitter, horrible child?
When I was a kid, I saw an episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog where Eustace Bagge, the grumpy old man who hated everything, had a raincloud over his head that wouldn’t go away until he could feel for someone else. Courage, in a last ditch attempt to get him to care, took away his glasses and tried to show him a mirror. This is what Eustace saw:
A sad child version of himself, upset because he has no hat to protect his head. Eustace knows how that feels because that’s what he feels, all the time, in some symbolic way. So Eustace puts a hat on what he believes to be little him, but is actually Courage.
That’s the relationship between Slick and Karkat.
Karkat is a mirror of Spades Slick in the best and worst ways. Slick sees Karkat and he sees a little boy, trying to lead a group of people he loves more than he will ever admit to anyone, even himself. He sees himself, doing his best to prove that he can do great things, but he needs so much help, this poor kid is too sensitive and he’ll never be a good leader if he continues the way he’s going.
Slick goes to Karkat because Karkat is just like Slick. He’s surly, grumpy, and mean on the outside, but deep down he feels inadequate. He also has an extra ingredient that gets cultivated over time: sympathy and love for others. Karkat loves people, and as time goes on it gets clearer and clearer that everything he does is out of love, concern, and empathy for those around him.
Karkat is Slick if Slick could help Slick, in a weird way. If Slick had the chance to talk to himself and change his path, the result would be Karkat Vantas; a more moral, more caring, and more sincere version of Spades Slick. And maybe, a more internally confident one, too.
It happens approximately one week after Yuuri’s disastrous performance in Sochi.
“Oh hey!” Phichit exclaims around the same time a twitter notification shows up on Yuuri’s phone. Yuuri quickly snatches it up. He has notifications set for Viktor’s tweets and only Viktor’s tweets, considering that he’s Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri can’t help but want to know every single thing about him.
“It’s rare that you see Viktor Nikiforov tweet about his personal life! I almost thought he didn’t have one,” Phichit jokes. It’s true; Viktor usually tweets about skating, and a little about his dog. He’s nothing like Christophe Giacometti, who tweets every day about what he’s eating and the domestic bliss he shares with his husband, and definitely nothing like Phichit who’s, well, Phichit.
Yuuri taps on the notification and Viktor’s tweet shows on his screen.
Viktor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov I wish I could date pretty black haired boys who dance well.
my father is a refugee. his skin is the color of the wet sand. my ancestors have terrible histories. i feel often that i carry those deaths with me, and i have never witnessed a war in person.
my father is cuban. he taught me many things. he taught me it is important to do well, but it is more important to do good. when i come home after school, the first thing he asks is “were you helpful?” we, who had so little - we did everything we could.
the first woman i met from syria had burns on the back of her hands. she liked sweaters. i read her the textbook after class when she was confused, because hearing english was easier for her than reading it. it was slow. sometimes, stressed by other things, i would grow impatient (how unfair of me) with her. every time i opened my mouth to let a little bit of that anger out, i heard my father asking me: were you helpful? and again, we’d read the same passage we had gone over eight times already.
is this the image of your refugee? the next is a nineteen year old who is too skinny. her parents gave everything so she could be over here. when i tutor her, she reads me her essay on becoming American. she tears up when she gets to her last line: “I knew, at least, I was freer than I had been.” her palms were soft. where was the hate in her?
i am catholic. i believe that the lord put us here to do his work more than to make his judgments for him. my boss looks at me funny when she sees my muslim friend. “aren’t you christian?” she asks. i look at her blue eyes and white skin and think of the people who have turned down my father for being hispanic.
“i am,” i say. “luckily, it doesn’t matter to him.” when i am sad, he holds my hand and prays in words i don’t understand, but they sound like an ocean of flowers, all blooming. he laughs at one of the prayers i say for him - he says sometimes it all sounds the same. like we’re trying to chase out the same demons.
who lives in the refugees? shaky teens and little kids and adults who just want to live. they have lost their teeth and made friends with dogs and flown kites and sang songs and eaten too much cake and threw birthday parties; they only ask for the chance for more of this. more petting cats and working hard and being a person. more hugs and laughter and maybe getting over it one day.
so, my dear, from the land of having enough: have you been helpful today?
Request by Anon: Hi!!!! Could you please please please write
a fluffy one shot with Sam x reader with an age gap??? She feels she’s not good
enough because she’s much younger, but he assures her that he doesn’t care
about the age, he just cares about her?
A/N: Hope you are seeing this Anon and loving it! Enjoy!!
“Sammy!” Dean yelled through the bunker, “you and Y/N ready?”
“Yeah! Just a sec,” Sam yelled back as he turned to you. “Babe,
you look amazing, come on.”
“Just a second! I just need to use a little hair spray and I’m
“Y/N, we’re going to a dive bar, you don’t need to be
dressed to the nines.”
“Sam, I get carded every time as it is, I don’t need to look
more like a 12 year-old.”
Sam laughed, wrapping his arms around you, “you don’t look
like a 12 year-old, 15 maybe.” He let out a grunt as your elbow drove into his
“Just shut up Sam. I’m ready now. You happy?” Rolling your
eyes, you grabbed your purse and stomped out of the room.
**age differences are back to normal again, sorry if you all liked teenager William and his little sister. They really only have a four year age difference. but you can request much older brother William if you like. I have a few of those coming, but this is how it was initially written. xxx
in my family im the only one who’s not allergic to any animal - my brother and my sister are allergic to cats, my mom and my dad to dogs - so growing up we mostly had goldfishes and canaries, and in one memorable occasion a very silly hamster. once we all grew up and moved out tho, my parents stopped keeping them. i always wanted to have a cat, but my previous apartment was very small and my roommate was, once again, allergic. now im back living with my parents to help out with my dad, but one day, when i’ll hopefully have a nice apartment and a steady job, i’d really love to have a pet!!
[🎶] – His human was dying, he could feel it. Their powers might have been dulled quite a bit since coming here but he was still connected to Minato through a link that not even Marionette could dampen. Shato’s heart pounded as he ran around the plaza, looking for that one person. The one person he hoped would help him.
Once he caught sight of her he called out. “Marionette! Marionette please. You have to help him.”I don’t want to die. I can’t leave Blanc all alone. Please, do something.
It was rare for the Shadow to cry. But if shedding a few tears helped him win her over, then he’d cry for an eternity. He’d bow down and lick her boots like the dog that he was. Anything to get her to help him.
“He’s dying. He’s dying and I can’t help him. You’re the only one who can. Please.”
Because of a Criminal Minds episode, I
began reading up on Carl Jung’s theory of synchronicity, and in doing
so, had my mind blown when I started applying the theory to Hannibal.
The theory of synchronicity suggests that there are simultaneous
occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no
discernible causal connection. A
very basic example of this is driving into a parking lot which you
know to be difficult to find parking in, but as soon as you arrive,
another car pulls out and leaves an open space just for you. A few
other examples include losing your job but immediately finding a new
job without having to apply for one, telling someone about an illness
you are having and that person knowing the exact right doctor to help
you get well, or leaving a romantic relationship and immediately
finding someone new to date.
The theory began because Jung was
treating a woman who was very internalized, locked into her own mind
and fears. Her therapy was going nowhere until one night, she had a
dream that someone offered her a golden scarab. The next day, as she
was telling Jung about her dream, there came a ticking sound on the
window. Jung reached out the window and grabbed the bug which had
just flown onto the window. It happened to be a scarabaeid beetle
whose gold-green color resembled that of the bug in the patient’s
dream. The patient was so jarred by the synchronous moment that her
shell was pierced and she was able to successfully continue
Hannibal begins almost immediately
with synchronicity. Since we can’t really see what happened before
the show began, we can only assume that Hannibal has been seeing
Bedelia Du Maurier for years, and that he has previously admitted his
loneliness to her, which he describes in later episodes after getting
to know Will. The synchronicity of the moment is that aside from Jack
pulling Will into the investigation, Will’s and Hannibal’s meeting
was a complete coincidence. At the very time Hannibal has grown
lonely in his secluded lifestyle of killing and cooking, he meets
someone who perfectly fits his needs for a partner. And Will, who is
unwittingly suffering from encephalitis, meets someone who had the
ability to treat him before it became fatal. That Hannibal didn’t use
his incredible olfactory sense to treat Will isn’t synchronicity,
it’s just him being an asshole.
Called out a friends cheating ex-wife to her Sugar Daddy.
I have a friend who recently divorced his cheating wife of 10yrs. She still lives in the house he bought with his earnings right across the street from us. Even when they were together I never liked her, but her husband became quick friends with my husband and I when they moved in.
She never hid her cheating and used her husbands 15 hour shifts as her “whore around” time. Different cars parked in front of the house all night only to disappear 10min before her husband got home. He soon found out and she was the one who demanded a divorce while he wanted marriage counseling. Fine. If you don’t live someone then you don’t live them. He moved out and left her the house and his beloved dogs that weren’t allowed at his new apartment complex.
Immediately she acquired a “sugar daddy” to help pay the mortgage and bills, but she still had a slew of lovers, each having a particular night of the week to stay over. It’s like a one woman brothel over there, I swear. Now her driveway goes around to the back of the house so we can’t always see whose parked there (sometimes they’ll park on the street). For whatever crazy reason she believed my husband and I still liked her (we never did in the first place but she thought we did).
The other day I was outside retrieving some things from our car when she comes out with her “sugar daddy” to see him to his car. I recognized him, but obviously she didn’t know that. She brought him across the street and said “Hey! DeaditeQueen I want to introduce you to my boyfriend!”. At that moment I switched off my brain filter.
“Oh. Hi! Nice to meet you. Forgive me, but are you the boyfriend with the Benz, the silver pick up, the black pick up, that Rusty Toyota or the silver Expedition? I get you guys all mixed up!”
Without another word I went back inside, watched them fight for about 5 minutes before he (and her bill money) sped off into the distance. Called her ex and he’s insisting on buying me a steak dinner next week!
The soppy eyes of the bedraggled and clearly starving dog
sat at your feet had you quickly handing over the rest of your food. You’d decided
to eat out side, the woods were just across the road from your house so it wasn’t
unusual for you to wonder through them.
“Hey (Y/N)?” Scott called. You shushed him and began cooing
to the dog who shied away from the Alpha as he approached. “Is he lost?” Scott
“I don’t know… I think he’s hurt his leg; can we take him to
Deaton’s?” You asked quickly, turning to face Scott who, almost instantly caved
as your wide (Y/E/C) eyes fell on him.
“Fine but you can’t get mad if the owners just lost him.”
Scott warned. You nodded and tried to lure the dog towards you only for Scott
to flash his eyes at the weakened animal and scoop it up under one arm. “I’ll
take him now.” Scott muttered.
“But I want to help.” You complained. He smiled at you but
shook his head, resulting in you pouting at your best friend, he swallowed
guiltily and licked his lips.
“If there’s something really wrong you’ll be upset… so I’ll
call you after Deaton checks him over.” Scott explained quickly. You nodded in
agreement and watched him carefully walk up the road that led to Deaton’s
practise, which was no more than five minutes away.
“Hey Scott you’re an hour early.” Deaton said. He glanced
over the counter at the Alpha and noticed the black and white dog in his arms, beckoning
the teen to follow him the back, and began prepping the room.
“Yeah (Y/N) found this guy in the woods and called me, she
fed him half a ham sandwich but other than it looks like he hasn’t eaten for
weeks.” Scott muttered as he carefully set the dog on the table and moved out
of Deaton’s way.
“So, looks like a bad leg… A cast, a few weeks of loving and
a good groom should make him feel better.” Deaton glanced at Scott who sighed
with relief and handed his boss a scanner so they could see if the dog was
microchipped. “(Y/N) is probably waiting to hear from you.”
“I’ll phone (Y/N) and tell she can come down and see him.”
Scott muttered. Deaton smiled and nodded, he knew how much you meant to Scott,
not long after he’d started helping Deaton you had begun bringing any injured
animal you found to Scott, who happily helped you look after them.
“Hey I’m here and I might have gone to the store… but it was
all good things, treats, a collar, some toys and this thing.” You held up a
plastic toy with a hole to stuff food in, only then noticing Scott hiding his
“Well Deaton put him in the back, want me to show you how to
look after him?” Scott offered. You grinned and dumped the bags on the counter
and hurried after Scott who grinned as you started softly stroking the dogs
“Here, can you keep him still while I cut his fur… we need
to check for any irritation on the skin and the furs to matted plus you’re
doing a good job at keeping him calm.” Scott explained quickly. You nodded and
stroked the dog’s snout, whispering to him, Scott almost forgot what he was doing
as he watched you convince the animal to relax.
“Hey (Y/N) do you want a lift to Deaton’s?” Scott asked as
you walked towards the school bus. You stopped when he reached his bike and held
out his helmet for you.
“Sure… are your sure Deaton isn’t sick of me being there.”
You asked as he helped you hoist your leg over the back of his bike.
“Nah he’d never get sick of you, plus you’ve spent the whole
time helping look after the stray so it’s not like you’ve been in the way.”
Scott said over his shoulder as he wrapped your arms around him and made sure
you had a tight grip before kicking the bike into life.
When you reached the vets Scott parked the bike round the
back and lead you into the back room where the black and white dog was waiting
for you. Deaton chuckled as he came to great you both, asking Scott to help him
for a while, and telling you the dog was well enough for a short walk.
“So have you told (Y/N) she can take the dog home?” Deaton
asked Scott as he finished helping and took a seat in the corner as he waited
for you to bring the dog back.
“Nope, I asked her parents to keep it as a surprise.” Scott
stood as you came in, the dog wiggling happily around his feet, you fussed over
him before hugging Scott and waving to Deaton and headed home, promising to
come back later. “Let’s check him over then he can go off to his new home.”
“So when are you going to tell her how you feel?” Deaton
asked with a knowing smirk as he watched Scott check the dog.
“I dunno what you mean, ok little buddy your good to go.”
Scott muttered with a faint blush to his cheeks. He scooped the dog into his
arms and grinned knowing you were going to love the surprise.