the end of the world is upon us

Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s-
Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself. 

So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater part over after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)

(Kanna’s village - before and after)

All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).

So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).

(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)

(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)

When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.

Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.

(It’s sexist and terrible.)

Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.

Good.

But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.

Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:

Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero.
Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone.
Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.

But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).

The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).

(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power.
Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother!
Katara: I know.
Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary!
Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons.
Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)

And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.

Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.

tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye

This is a small post to say, I appreciate all your positive words & criticisms too.
Feedback is an opportunity to learn.
In particular, I believe being open to criticism can make our journey through life a lot smoother. Whether it’s constructively intended or not, you have the option to use it, or ignore it. I want to let you all know, I am open to any concerns you have, with how I stream or jokes I make. The streamers & I all use this tag to interact with the community and to share positivity. We all try our best at being easily approachable, reading our emails & answering our asks as promptly as possible. Communication is important  to all of us & it’s something I value highly.

This year I have set my values around sharing as much positivity as possible. To say the least, it’s what we all need right now. Even as a Video Game Streamer, this is something we can all get behind- that sharing happiness is one of the only things that lasts in the world and in the end connects us all.

My stream is not a place for vitriol or spreading hatred. I don’t want you to think about negativity in my stream, well all have enough of it in our own lives- whoever you are. I owe this to you & anyone that looks toward my content for a laugh.

I try to grow each year as a person, as do we all, however I still make mistakes. I’m constantly learning about people and how to better myself. If there’s anything I can improve upon in my streams send me a mail or an ask.

John Lennon said “Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.”

I count my life by smiles- you have all brought me thousands. This year, I’m going to try my best to give it back and spread as much positivity and love as possible.

A Lesson in Love (Confessions)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,178

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this is not the end of story.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.

Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?

“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”

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anonymous asked:

Yes, Dee, you really should be working. Bet your horses and their owners miss you when you spend all day on here. Why don't you be a regular fan & stop spreading lies & conspiracy theories about Sam & Cait. Wonder what the uni would think of Professor McD's wife being such an obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic. And it would really be embarrassing for K to know that her mother is considered an Outlander tinhatter. Light shipping with no conspiracy theories spread is the way to go, Dee.

Awww, anon, am I spending too much time on Tumblr for your tastes? Debunking too many of your sacred, but not very well supported opinions? Sorry about that- but what I choose to do with the publicly available information that is available to me is my prerogative, as also is how I spend my free time. That’s the time when I am not working. My tag line is a bit of humour, anon, not to be taken seriously. All the work gets done and then some, anon, never worry about that!
And speaking of publicly available information, I see that you have also availed yourself of some and done some poking about as to me and my family. No problem as far as I am concerned, or my family either. It is, after all, publicly available information and you are quite welcome to it. But you leave me at something of a social disadvantage, anon, in that you presume to address me on a first name basis- but, as you have chosen to remain anonymous-I don’t yet have your name to reciprocate properly with our first name basis communications. Oh, well, I suppose there is nothing for it but to just go on addressing you as “anon” until you see fit to introduce yourself.
But I suppose I should now get down to answering your questions. Since you have troubled yourself to learn so much about me it’s the least I can do to reciprocate your interest!

First, my clients are all quite aware of my blog, and of its direction. In fact we often laugh about the absurdities of social media, and the proclivities of certain of its users to take it upon themselves to tell others how they should think. ( that’s a polite way to say “NSTer, anon)

And then there is my husband, who as you point out, anon, is indeed a professor. He was a little miffed to learn about your interest in him, anon, but only because your research seems to have failed to turn up, and refer to him by, his actual job title. He is actually a Distinguished Professor- which means he holds an endowed chair, anon, which means he is a very important part of his department, he teaches the advanced courses, sits on important committees, oh, and he also has tenure. Which means that it doesn’t really matter to him, or to his uni, what sort of things his wife might choose to do with her spare time. Even if that thing is to be an “obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic” lol! He is also well aware of my blog, and it’s content. In fact we both get a really good laugh together most mornings when he shares with me the latest political news a la Trump and friends, and I fill him in on the latest fandom happenings (that’s also a polite way to say “NSTer happenings, anon)

And then there is my lovely daughter, anon. I am so glad you didn’t leave her out of this as I am always happy to talk about her- that’s what parents love to do! She’s also well aware of my blog, and it’s content as well, anon. In fact she was the one who got me started in Tumblr. She ran a fandom blog in another fandom for several years and is also well aware of ships and shipping- and how the term "tinhatter” is applied to any ship that an individual disagrees with (which is a polite way of saying “NSTer”, anon)

So now that the pleasantries are sorted, anon, let’s get down to your real reason for writing. The conspiracy thing. You advocate “light shipping” for me, but there is no such thing. Not in the dictionary, not in the Urban Dictionary, and not even on Google. It doesn’t exist as a word, or a concept. It is only a “thing” in the minds of certain bloggers. The truth is, anon, you either ship it or you don’t. No heavy or light to it.
And as to any “conspiracies” that is also a thing that comes with the territory in this fandom. The position of both sides requires there to be a “conspiracy” for their position to exist. The Sam Cait ship requires the “official” narrative of Sam and other girls to be a put on. And the Samzie ship requires the whole of the matter between Sam and Cait, as displayed by them their own selves, to be a put on. Either way someone is doing a put on, anon, it’s just a difference of opinion as to who.

When I add it up I get sam and Cait, as do my family and friends. Others get a different answer. So be it. Live and let live, and it is all public information after all. It’s not illegal, or even immoral to form opinions about it. Or to print those opinions or discussions.

And that brings me to your last point, anon. The implication that I am putting my family at risk by looking at publicly available information, and printing my opinions about it. Or that I am doing something wrong that I, or they, would not want known about.
It’s obvious that is not the case. If I was doing wrong, and if you were actually someone with the power to do something about that, then we would be having this communication via letterhead, and not via an anonymous submission to my Tumblr blog.

And maybe you should ask yourself what it is that you are really saying when you resort to threats to try to silence the words what you claim to be nothing more than an “obsessed, out of touch with reality fanatic”. If I was truly just a “tinhatter” shouldn’t it be easy to simply ignore me the same way that everyone ignores the homeless guy who stands on the busy intersection preaching loudly, every day, about the end of he world which according to him is directly upon us?
Instead you take the time out of your life to research my family and compose implicit threats- and no one likes to waste time. That tells me that my words are not meaningless. That tells me that my words are believable- and that they are believable enough to cause a threat to your worldview. And that you had no facts at hand, or even a good argument to make to refute them. No reason to need me silenced otherwise that I can see. There really isn’t a higher compliment

So thanks, anon, for taking the time out of your day so send me such a gracious compliment. My family and I send you our regards. Sorry we can’t thank you personally at this time since you are still anonymous, but perhaps in time you will feel comfortable introducing yourself. Or maybe not, since your choice to remain anonymous rather confirms the view that revealing your true identity would also be a reveal that you are in fact nobody whose opinion actually matters- or you would be using your real name and revealing that your opinion DOES matter after all. But this all is making even my eyes roll, anon, so take care of yourself, anon, whoever you are!
Until then- Cheers!

Inherit the Stars

“Creativity has been banned for years.” He points out, “They won’t understand the message behind our art.”

You let out an airy laugh in disbelief, “Who’s ‘they?’”

“Anybody who isn’t us.”

Synopsis: It isn’t a natural feeling, it never will be; and you refuse to accept it — the fact that art and creativity has been frowned upon society for ages. To be an artist in a society where imaginative thought is banned is risky, but to invoke creative thinking among others is a death wish. Though despite all of this, you meet a man whose eyes you have opened to the true beauty of the world, one who defends you with white lies that only turn to black in the end.

Originally posted by jjks

Pairing: police!Jungkook x artist!Reader (dystopianSociety!AU)

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 19.1k

Includes: character death, smoking mentions, use of guns

A/N: :))) semi-suggestive stuff included

re-upload from my old writing blog!


Curiosity leads to creativity; and curious, you were. You had always been an eager child despite the education system and adult peers nagging every being about the “dangers” of art and imagination. You doodled your first picture at age six, picked up your first paint brush at seven, then fell in love with the world of art at age thirteen. Though, your talents were worth not even a penny in your society- the society where art and creativity was banned because the new leader felt as if it threatened the original set of laws.

It was during your fourth summer when society took a sharp turn, the transfer of power towards the next ruler was the most memorable yet devastating event to take place. The bright world filled with many gates of colorful opportunities that people once knew closed and faded to grey. Words of the people were no longer weapons used by the government, their power was and oh, how they abused it. With that, you learned something while growing up. By watching those around you- those you love- get battered by the enforcers of the strict set of new laws, you learned that the lesser people talk- the lesser they will hurt.

Those who challenge or has inventive thought by doing any form of art are killed, sent to jail, or booted from the city and sent beyond the walls; luckily for you, you live in the wide attic of your aunt’s passe diner, free to create anything and everything you want without much suspicion.

“Y/N!” Calls your aunt from the busy diner kitchen below, “Can you take care of the incoming customers? We’re starting to get packed.”

“Okay,” you attempt to reply, but it comes out incomprehensible due to a paintbrush resting between your teeth.

Your aunt exerts a grunt, already tired from the flood of customers, and throws her rag on the metal counter, “Y/N!”

You roll your eyes and spear your paintbrush in hand through the dirty water filling up the glass that holds all of the others. “Coming!”

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Graphic: @myqueenyoursavior (Thank you!)


Time for some fun speculation! It looks like the Evil Queen’s sleeping curse may have a surprising twist.

Snow White had been asleep from before Emma was transported to the wish realm. Charming refused to wake her up before he’d found a solution to the ‘Gideon problem’.

Right after Emma defeats Gideon, David gets caught up in seeking answers about his father’s death. After he faints, Hook tells him to kiss Snow and get some sleep, but David refuses.

The next scene is the next morning when Regina gives Robin clothes and then right after we see this conversation between Regina and Snow. It’s a bit out of the blue but our minds fill in the blanks. We assume David has changed his mind and woken her up, maybe left a video explaining what happened and that she went to Regina.

At that point, it’s not that strange, she could go see Emma later. Except she doesn’t. The next thing we know, it’s the same morning and she’s back in asleep as David gets up. Soon after we’re drawn into his mission again.

Now hold up. This is Snow White the Maternal we’re talking about. Her daughter went to a wish realm, came back, almost got killed by Rumplestiltskin’s son - honestly, the one that left her pregnant and incarcerated wasn’t enough? - and she is only spending time with Regina? Emma’s life is still in danger. Snow has been asleep for a long time and now she’s already turning in after being awake for only the night? Not even trying to go see Emma?

Then there is Snow’s video message. No mention of Emma, no mention of him not waking her up for such a long time. It’s the first time she has a chance to say anything to him about everything that’s going on, but the message could be that of any other day… She loves and misses him. 

Then there’s David. He didn’t seem like he was planning on waking Snow up. He was on a mission, both to stop Gideon and now he had an extra mission to figure out what happened to his father. He had two missions now and no solutions. He knew that if he woke up his wife, he wouldn’t have control over when to continue or whether she’d react like him. Trying to solve things before waking him. By showing him as he fainted, we were reminded that he didn’t have to wake Snow in order to sleep…

So maybe all he did was get some sleep without waking Snow up. Maybe he simply watched an older video first thing in the morning because he misses her? We never saw him wake her up or vice versa. We never got her response to the events of the past days. All she talked about was Robin Hood, which shouldn’t exactly be her main concern.

So the alternative explanation is that we were shown where Snow or Charming go when they are sleeping. We know they are under a sleeping curse and we know that sleeping curses send you to a physical place that is also very real - Henry got burned by going back to the burning room. So what if the Queen twisted it up so that a parallel universe was created where the circumstances were exactly the same? As soon as Snow White falls asleep, she wakes up in a Storybrooke where Charming is asleep. There is never a break, they can’t even dream about being together?

If that’s true, then the last scene could have taken place in the real world or in the parallel dream universe. David tells Hook he’s overdue to wake Snow - again suggesting she may have been asleep longer than since the morning - and the next scene we see Charming asleep and Snow once again talking to Regina. Either Charming got home, woke Snow and then Regina came over, or we switched to the dream world where to Snow it looks like Charming is asleep. Confusing much?

So, why is all of this so important? 

…because we have a musical coming up, of course! There are a few Buffy references on Once Upon a Time, so Buffy’s ‘Once more with feeling’ is bound to come up, especially since they took Willow & Tara’s line “I will always find you.” and made it iconic on Once. One of the funny little jokes of that episode is that the very first explanation for their vocal predicament during the song “I’ve got a theory” is immediately the right one. 

…so why wouldn’t Once Upon a Time use the second explanation offered by that couple they already like so much? (If anyone writes a meta on evil witches, midgets or bunnies being the cause, I’ll be over here, tag me.)

If without knowing it, we switched to the perspective of the dream world, with no way back to the regular world if the curse ends up being broken while we are on the inside. Could we get stuck in a world that is biased towards Snow, since she was the first one to fall asleep?

…and wouldn’t that make an awful lot of sense that a wedding between Emma and Hook took place because Emma is in a world where she is literally living out her parents’ dreams instead of her own?

The wish realm was a place without the Evil Queen, where Snow and Charming had control over their kingdom, but also over their daughter.

Emma didn’t like the person she was there very much and Regina points to one specific aspect of the white princess that sums it all up.

…so if on top of a wedding everyone also bursts into song, shouldn’t that finally start clueing people in that we are in a world that’s a little biased? That’s a little Snow and a little Charming and a little bit too far to be comfortable?

Emma & Regina would agree.

me leaving home at 6:40 am: cute and preppy, soft skin

me returning home at 5:30 pm: has seen the birth and destruction of a thousand empires, my death will bring about the end of the world, the Flood is Upon Us, Noah

People remain calm as the world ends, video game study suggests

As the world ends, will you lock arms and sing “Kumbayah” or embark on a path of law-breaking, anti-social behavior?

A new study, based upon the virtual actions of more than 80,000 players of the role-playing video game ArcheAge, suggests you’ll be singing.

The study, conducted by a University at Buffalo-led team of computer scientists, will be presented next month at the International World Wide Web Conference in Australia. It found that despite some violent acts, most players tended toward behavior that was helpful to others as their virtual world came to an end.

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My edit: AU where the seven sons of Fëanor are the seven daughters of Fëanor

(No particularly reason for that. Simply, I love the  Fëanorians and I love the genderbending)

“Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean,
brood of Morgoth or bright Vala,
Elda or Maia or Aftercomer,
Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth,
neither law, nor love, nor league of swords,
dread nor danger, not Doom itself,
shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor’s kin,
whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh,
finding keepeth or afar casteth
a Silmaril. This swear we all:
death we will deal him ere Day’s ending,
woe unto world’s end! Our word hear thou,
Eru Allfather! To the everlasting
Darkness doom us if our deed faileth.
On the holy mountain hear in witness
and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!”

[J.R.R. Tolkien, HoME X, Morgoth’s Ring, Annals of Aman]

Too Right To Be Wrong [Chapter 7]

mood board by the talented @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

Chapter 7 of Too Right To Be Wrong

Prologue  Prologue 2  Prologue 3  Prologue 4  Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5  Ch6

Series Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff


You let out a loud gasp as he tugged your panties off swiftly.

“Fuck!” you said under your breath. Never ever had anything made you so aroused in your life.

Mark teased you as his mouth ghosted over your aching core, his hot breath making you want to come undone right there.

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The Weight of the World

Okay, this is the very first request I got (iconic), I hope you like it!

REQ: ‘Hello, I was wondering if I could send in a request for a Jughead x Reader where the reader is going through a hard time at home (maybe at school too) and she meets Jughead at Pop’s bc there is no other seats and he can tell by the look on her face and how dark her under eyes are that something’s up and asks her about it even tho he barely knows her?’

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: I don't think there’s any???

Word count: 1789


My relationship with my parents was never really an overly loving one. It seemed as soon as I was old enough to think for myself their voices would breakthrough and say things like “Y/N are you doing your homework? Have you enrolled in enough extracurricular activities? Don’t even think of going to bed until you’ve studied for every subject”. And yes, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if I had a healthy social life to balance this out, but my parents wouldn’t even allow me that, I’d have to come home from school straight away every day and get right into my studies, anything else was just unacceptable.

For most of my high school life, this was the way it was and I kind of just accepted it. That was until this year when it struck me that I literally had no friends because of this and I was absolutely miserable. I was so afraid of failure that even with my extra amounts of study, I’d stay up until ridiculous hours at night just to make sure I would definitely get an A on a stupid project or essay.

After weeks of deliberation, I decided that I needed to confront my parents and tell them I needed a normal teenage life, complete with friends and maybe even a boyfriend. The fact that this idea seemed so far-fetched made me want to cry. Today was finally going to be the day I’d face them.

 I mustered up all my courage on a particularly cold Friday after school and decided it was now or never. After I eventually reached my house, I carefully walked through the front door making sure to wipe my feet on the dull brown doormat that read ‘home sweet home’ as I’d been told to do so many times before. Instead of my usual pattern of going straight up to my room, I went to find my mother in the kitchen.  

 Just my luck my dad was there too, freshly home from work. “Hey, guys can I talk to you?” I started, barely noticing that my hands were shaking. I told them about where my head was at and I calmly explained that I needed more balance in my life. I guess I wasn’t that surprised when I was met with immediate retaliation. Spitting words at me like venom, they made it seem as though I was proposing something absolutely absurd, I could feel the weight of the world crashing down on me, suffocating me.

 When my mother said, “Y/N if you don’t fully commit yourself, you’ll never end up like us, you’ll be worthless and a burden on society”. That one statement made something click inside my brain, I looked up at her with tears stinging my eyes and said, “Mother, I never EVER want to end up like you and dad, I’d rather be dead than end up like you!” A look of shock flashed upon my parent’s faces and maybe a hint of remorse? I didn’t give myself time to analyse their expressions or wait for a reply, I quickly ran to the front door to get out of the house. I needed to get away, go somewhere, anywhere.

 The cool late afternoon breeze hit my face as I quickly walked down the street, drying my tears. There was really only one place that could make me feel better right now and I noticed myself walking there almost as if I was on auto-pilot.

 Ahhhh Pop’s, my place of solitude, and in my opinion Riverdale’s most iconic location. I walked up to the door and stepped inside. There was something about the retro vibe of Pop’s choc-lit-shoppe that made the atmosphere incredibly soothing for me.  I quickly made my way to the counter, ordering a chocolate milkshake, which was always my personal favourite. Pop handed me my milkshake with a big grin “Thanks, Pop, you’re the best,” I said with a weak smile. I turned on my heel to scan the rest of the area out for a free booth. To my disappointment, all the booths were occupied, mainly by happy looking families, which made my heart feel heavy.

 I started to make my way towards the very back of the choc-lit-Shoppe when my eyes landed on a raven-haired boy in a beanie viciously typing away on his laptop. I knew him to be Jughead Jones, we had advanced English together and he also happened to be my very first crush when I was 6 years old, I smiled to myself, thinking of how happy and innocent life was back then. 

He stared so intently at his screen and seemed so immersed in what it was he was doing, I thought he surely wouldn’t care if I came and sat down. At this point, I didn’t even really care myself I just needed to release my frustrations on this chocolate milkshake. So I stealthily slid down into the seat opposite him, placing my milkshake gently on the table in front of me.

 It seemed Jughead had the reflexes of a fox as he immediately lowered his laptop screen and looked at me with a furrowed brow and a blank expression “Um can I help you?” he asked in a questioning tone. I sighed, “Hey uh sorry, there was just nowhere else to sit and I just needed to sit a chill out for a bit, if it bothers you I can leave” I managed to blurt out. He looked at me for a second taking in my withered and sleep-deprived appearance, a look he himself knew all too well “No, uh its fine you can stay”. 

I gave him a weak smile and looked down at my shake expecting that to be the last of our conversation, thankfully I was wrong. “Aren’t you Y/N? We have advanced English together right? You wrote that tragically beautiful essay on Shakespeare, I remember” Jughead said closing his laptop fully, putting all his attention on me. “Yeah that’s me, and we most certainly do” I started, the corners of my mouth threatening a smile “I can’t believe the Jughead Jones is complimenting my writing ability” I chuckled, he looked at me with a puzzled expression so I continued “I’ve been reading the blue and gold and I’ve also heard you read a couple of your essays in class, you’re really amazing Jughead”.

 A small smile crept up on his face when I said this, which from what I’ve observed over the years was a thing Jughead never really wore. “Thanks”, his tone quickly changed and a more serious look had fallen back upon his face “hey do you mind if I ask what you’re doing here at this time? I mean usually every teenager in this godforsaken town is at home right now eating dinner with their parents or getting drunk with their friends, not hanging around Pop’s ordering chocolate milkshakes” He finished. 

A quick replay of the today’s past events flashed in my brain like a horror movie and the sting of it hit me all over again. The feelings inside must of translated onto my face because Jughead quickly said, “Look, I know it’s not my place but, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here, I know we barely know each other, but sometimes talking to someone you don’t really know about your problems, can be easier than talking to someone you’re close with” he had this look in his eyes that made me believe he was being genuine, so I decided to take him up on his offer.

 “Well, I won’t bore you with the details but my parents have just been putting me under crazy amounts of pressure at school lately, to the point where I have zero social life because every waking second of my free time is spent studying, so much so that I’m just emotionally and physically exhausted” I sighed, pausing for a second “So tonight I told them I was done trying to be their perfect child and I needed time for myself yano, to be myself and not some robot. This, of course, set them off and I pretty much got told I was going to end up on the streets doing drugs or getting pregnant and to not come crawling back to them when my life goes down the gutter, so I just left and decided to come to Pop’s for some chocolate therapy” I let a small breathy laugh at how ridiculous my parents must sound to Jughead.

 “Wow, your parents sound like a tough crowd Y/N” Jughead said looking right at me “Yeah, you’re telling me” I rolled my eyes. “So are you going to keep up your freedom campaign, when you get home?” He asked “Yes, I think I will, I need time to be an actual teenager and maybe make some actual friends” I lightly smiled. “Well, pass me your phone, I’ll put my number in it and you can call me whenever your parents are giving you a hard time or if you just want to talk, I’m usually the lone wolf type but us writers are a dying breed and need to stick together” He half smiled motioning for me to hand over my phone.

 I quickly obeyed his gesture “Thanks for listening to me Jug, you were completely right, it so much easier practically talking to a stranger, I feel like a small weight has been lifted” I replied with a goofy smile on my face. “Well technically we’re not strangers anymore Y/N, we’re connected on a deeper level” he said tying his number in and passing my phone back “Again, you’re definitely not wrong” I laughed “but now I think its only fair I get to know more about you mister Jones, you’re quite the mystery”. He paused for a second, icy blue eye peering into mine “Every great mystery becomes unravelled with time” was all he replied with a small smirk plastered on his face.

 We spent the next two hours talking about books and music, I felt surprisingly really comfortable with Jughead. And eventually as the night drew on I made my way home only to find myself not worrying about what my parents would think of me, but more so on my future and what a positive thing it would be. I also couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the new friend I had just made, my mysterious new friend who loved Pink Floyd and hamburgers. The self-described great mystery himself, Jughead Jones. He really was a mystery, one I was incredibly eager to solve and I had a feeling that in time I was going to do just that.

Jughead x Fem!Reader- Happily ever After

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Many people have been asking me, “Why are you a Nationalist?” Let’s Find out...

What makes us Nationalists is the idea that our country and her people are more important than just selling it out for money or profit for globalism. Nationalism itself as the definition says:   

Nationalism is a complex, multidimensional concept involving a shared communal identification with one’s nation. It is a political ideology oriented towards gaining and maintaining self-governance, or full sovereignty, over a territory of historical significance to the group (such as its homeland). Nationalism therefore holds that a nation should govern itself, free from unwanted outside interference, and is linked to the concept of self-determination. Nationalism is further oriented towards developing and maintaining a national identity based on shared characteristics such as culture, language, race, religion, political goals and/or a belief in a common ancestry.[1][2] Nationalism therefore seeks to preserve the nation’s culture. It often also involves a sense of pride in the nation’s achievements, and is closely linked to the concept of patriotism. In these terms, nationalism can be positive or negative.

So what makes myself a Nationalist in Particular? For the sake of my country, family, and its inheritance to the country and her people. Nationalism however has nothing to do with hatred towards other countries, like Canada, Germany, Britain, France, Mexico, Russia, everyone one of those countries would have a strong sense of Nationalism and Patriotism, that is what makes us Nationalists for the sake of our own people and national sovereignty and independence.

Sure the Nazis where nationalists as well during WWII, but don’t forget that FDR, Churchill, and Stalin were also Nationalists during the time of War.

We as Nationalists have a desire to fight for the interests of our sovereign nation and for its people in that Nation rather than global or one world interests which could lead to globalist tyranny. The bad thing about globalism is that the idea is that every country should open its borders to all nations rather than defending it, like a house being left open wide for strangers to come.

There is nothing wrong at all to be a Nationalist, it’s just someone like Hitler or Stalin could end up using it the wrong way just for world domination or globalist interest which could lead to destruction upon other nations. My point is to acknowledge that nationalism is not as bad as it seems to be, but globalism is a bad thing in particular, just as bad as Communism, Fascism, or Nazism, or any forms of tyrannical regimes.

I as an American Nationalist would fight for the interests of and for the American people and put my own country first and defend our borders rather than fight for another country’s civil wars like in Syria. I will also want to put my countrymen first as well because our forefathers fought and died to preserve this land from globalist affairs, same with my great grandfathers, grandfathers, and our fathers, and any other generations who would love to defend this country as much as I do. That is what makes myself a Nationalist, and I am proud to be one, just as I am proud to be An American!

That’s all I wanted to say. In other words…

Semper Fi!

Originally posted by usahellyeah

I just finished playing the game Night In The Woods, which tells the story of Mae, a college dropout who comes back home to the small, crumbling town she grew up in. And it’s hard to know where to begin. It’s definitely not like any game I’ve played before. I’ve looked at a few reviews of the game, and this inability to pin the game down seems to be a common feeling. It’s not a terribly long game. It only took me about 12 hours to play though it. But those hours leave you with plenty of content to try to sort out in your head long after the game is done. 

However, there is one specific theme that I feel unifies the game: survival. I feel like this is a story about survival. Not the survival of horror movies or epic fantasies full or murderous orcs and demons. In the broadest of terms, the game is about surviving life itself. Loss, stress, confusion, sorrow, hopelessness, isolation, change. It’s a game that features jobs that don’t pay enough, people who hate every waking day, families that are barely keeping it together, and friends who hate each other sometimes. 

But alongside all that suffering is what makes life worthwhile–makes surviving possible. Friends and family who love each other despite their faults. Looking at the stars through a telescope on a rooftop. Listening to a neighbor’s poetry. Pizza and video games. In the end the games doesn’t really give you an answer. There’s no giant concluding point that the game settles upon. Although, to say that the game doesn’t give you an answer supposes that the game poses a specific, overarching question in the first place. It doesn’t really. And I like that. It’s an ambiguous, grey, and foggy journey through the familiar, the unknown, and a changing world that’s never able to be just what it used to be. 

I have a hard time saying who will enjoy this game, because it walks such a fine line. Some parts of the story are depressing. Some provide hope. Some parts can be either and will create different thoughts and feelings in different players. I feel like the people who will get the most out of the game are the people who know just how hard surviving life can be. I imagine that many people are able to play this game and think, “This is me. This is about me.” And my hope, as a fan of this game, is that on the whole the game can serve as an affirming experience that can communicate a sense of “You can survive. You will survive. And it will be worth it.” 

In the meantime, as you play your way through the game, you’ll hop around on power lines, go to parties that probably won’t go well, have jam sessions with your friends, shoplift, and run around in Mae’s eerie dreams and nightmares

And some of those nightmares might just happen when she’s awake. And yes, that is supposed to sound ominous. The game is called Night In the Woods for a reason, and nothing good ever happens in the woods at night. 

It’s a gorgeous game with an often morbid sense of humor, fluid animation, and fantastic music. It’s full of mystery, which can be found in both the game’s creepy plot and in the characters themselves. More than anything else the game progresses through exploring the lives of its characters and developing the relationships between Mae and her friends. It’s a heavy game, and not something anyone should play if they’re just looking for a lighthearted way to pass the time. But it’s quite the experience and was well worth the 20 bucks it cost me (plus it’s gotten really positive reviews, so clearly I’m not the only one who likes it!)

Yamato “I expect too much of him”, analysis of Yamato and Taichi’s relationship in Tri Part 2

This is a follow up to my previous thoughts on this scene between Agumon, Yamato and Koushiro. Previously I analyzed the “No, we don’t” line in detail, here I will analyze the “I expect too much of him” line. 

Conversation recap for reference, taken from Crunchyroll Subs:

Agumon: Yamato doesn’t talk about Taichi at all. You guys don’t get along?

Yamato: Well

Koushiro: Actually, they get along well

Yamato: No, we don’t

Agumon: You don’t like him?

Yamato: I don’t hate him. It’s just I expect too much of him.

Okay here I will specifically be focusing on Yamato’s comment of “I expect too much of him” and also, I will be going a little into how I feel about their relationship in Tri in general.

So, to recap I said earlier that Yamato’s primary dilemma is that he is not used to Taichi being hesitant in his actions. He expects Taichi to be the leader, constantly rushing in and protecting everyone or at the bare minimum using himself as a distraction but in Reunion he was either hesitating to contemplate the consequences or freezing up all together. The interesting thing is that Taichi almost needs to be this person now because Yamato isn’t being his normal self.

I like to think of the fight between Yamato and Taichi in episode 7 when they argue over whether to climb the mountain as the perfect highlight of their relationship, characters, viewpoints and how they play off each other. Taichi is the one who understands that to get anywhere they need to move and take risks while Yamato is the one pointing out any potential consequences and making sure their decisions have been thoroughly thought through. This relationship is very important as it stabilizes the team.

Now, like I said before, it’s as if they have switched places with Taichi now being the one thinking about potential negative outcomes and Yamato being the one to say that if they want to move forward they need to move regardless of the consequences. Now this would be fine, it keeps the concept of their equalization in check so one would think the team would remain stabilized except it wouldn’t because as has been shown before Yamato is not a capable leader and so cannot fill the void left by Taichi. One of the primary reason for this I think is that Yamato, unlike Taichi, is not a very personable person. He has difficulty getting along with others and is constantly off sulking, dealing with his issues on his own. Even in Reunion when Taichi isn’t his usual self he still goes to Koushiro’s office for updates and is with the others to search for distortions in the digital field while Yamato is literally sulking at home. Or when he leaves the group in episode 45 of 01 to find himself, or when he leaves Takeru alone at the amusement park to look around (like for the life of me I will never understand that. I would argue it’s just put in their for plot convenience because they needed to separate the brothers but since it’s canon I’m going to use it to further my point). Yamato, not the best team player ever.

Now Taichi, as of the end of Confession, has stopped being hesitant. He is the first to show up to the fight with meicoomon, leads the others back into the digital world, runs after meicoomon in Loss and yet Yamato still gets mad at him in the first episode of Loss. This happens when Taichi questioned whether they could save meicoomon. Upon the first viewing I felt like maybe something had been lost in translation (I still feel like that might be the case) and then I was just thinking that Yamato needed to like calm his s***. But then I started to really think about it and I realized that Taichi saying that means that he has lost something else very important to his role in the group, and that is his positivity. Taichi is always the one that no matter what had faith that everything would be okay, it’s part of the reason he always rushed forward into battle. But now he is doubting whether they can save people. And of course, Yamato is angry that Taichi is having doubts (I still think he needs to like calm his s***). But it makes sense that Yamato would be disturbed by this, Taichi was always the one that no matter how down the group was would always be in high spirits and pushing them forward and again if he isn’t there to fill that position then a void will be left and there could be serious consequences (like the group giving up entirely which is simply not an option). This is why Yamato is so happy when Taichi says he is going after meicoomon because in that moment not only is he filing the leadership position by making an executive decision about their next move but he is also filing the optimist position by believing it’s possible.

Now Yamato has always expected a lot from Taichi. But in Tri I feel it’s even more in the forefront. Although I think that Yamato has cause to be upset because they really do need Taichi to be the leader and optimist I also think it’s really unhealthy for him to get mad at Taichi all the time for having hesitations. Seriously he needs to have these doubts, he needs to work through them and come out stronger and Yamato freaking out all the time is not helping. Honestly I sorta want the story to head in the direction of Taichi snapping from all the pressure cause it’s getting out of control and you can really see it affecting him. The scene where he is talking to Hikari in front of the TV screens is an example, he is really upset that he wasn’t able to digivolve Agumon and I would argue it’s partially because he feels like he can’t protect people anymore.

But Yamato saying that he expects to much of Taichi at least shows that he is self-aware of the fact that he places to much pressure on Taichi (also sorta places Taichi up on a pedestal a little I think, which is cute but not healthy). It was recently brought to my attention by Rainbow09 that we have seen the results of this self-awareness before when Yamato told Taichi they didn’t need Omegamon, which means some of the pressure to be the protectors has been taken off of them.

Anyway, this was really long but that’s basically the end of my analysis of that scene… pshh who am I kidding I’m sure something new will come to me in the next few days.

If you made it to the end awesome. Let me know what you think. I love talking about digimon and unfortunately don’t have many people in my real-world life who enjoy analyzing as much as I do.

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Steven Universe: Into the Darkness - Final Poster

Steven’s world is about to take a dark turn when an old enemy returns, intending to unleash his wrath upon the planet. A super weapon with the power to end all life has been discovered, and this dark enemy intends to use it to complete the mission the Cluster failed to accomplish. Can the Crystal Gems stop him from succeeding, or will they fail… and let the world fall into darkness…?

Collab Artist Contributions:
Me: Rough sketches, solid colors, gradient sky, stars.
@sketchapod: Line work, cliff colors.
@aqua-the-rock: For her valiant efforts to help me color this project, but her computer kept crashing, I still thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Featuring:
All Canon Characters and Gems
My gemsonas Onyx and Agate, as well as Tanzine, Taaffeite, Orthoclase and Almandine as dark silhouettes.
@sketchapod‘s Rhodochrosite and Peridot’s Manager as a dark silhouette.
@flower-thorns‘s Vanadinite
@vt-scribbles‘s Phire (I wanted to give him a bigger role so I put him on the poster to emphasize that.)
@sonicgirl95′s Pyrite
@norklostheart‘s Wulfenite as a dark silhouette.
@namelessphantom‘s Sodalite as a dark silhouette.
and @gemcrust‘s Ice as as a dark silhouette.

(Reminder: I was given permission to feature all of these characters in this upcoming story, but if you were one of these people who gave me permission and have either forgotten or feel the need to talk to me about them being featured, let me know. I would never want to do something without permission.)

dlm4  asked:

That Toka kills the Uchiha and elders alternate ending, that's now how i headcanon the first war ending (at least I think it's the first war that took tobi). I just imagine her with the dwindling senju clan, the daughters of the clan given away to secure the alliances that built the village, the sons of the clan falling in battle and to assassins as the other villages fear the rise of another hashi or tobi, but it was ok, she still has her tobi, until his students return alone and her world[1/2]

shatters until all that’s left is fire and death as she wreaks unholy hell upon Kumo in a rage fueled assault that remains unmatched until the Yellow Flash decimates Iwa in the third war. She is unaware of that, unaware that she almost single handily ended a war, all she is aware of is Tobi’s cracked and bloodied face guard that she clutches to her chest as she succumbs to her wounds.

q.q

Oh my god I was using that heart thank you.

anonymous asked:

88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” Negan x reader

The cold breeze tickles against your skin. The small hairs on your body rise, slowly bringing you back from a deep sleep. 

You hear yourself groan softly, moving around in the thin sheets to try and get to a warmer spot. Flipping on to your side, your feel slightly warmer – so you move closer, inching your way to the source. 

Suddenly, your fingers brush against skin. Though it’s not yours. Your eyes snap open, wide and panicked.

“No, no, no,” You repeat, recognizing the man as Negan. Theres no way you could have done that… not with him.

He was your friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course you felt attracted to him – who didn’t – but you never intended for it to go this far. You scrambled back on the bed, pushing his body away from you and waking him in the process. 

But what really brought back his complete senses was the shrill scream you released. The bed wasn’t below you anymore, and you grabbed for the sheets but they brought you no support. You fell on the hardwood floors, hard. 

“Fuck!” You heard him exclaim. His voice was deeper than usual. Groggy. “You ok?” 

“I’m..” You trailed off, looking at your nude body. “Fine.” 

Quickly, you searched the room for your clothes. It was an elegant space, so finding your grimy apparel was easier than expected. You reached over to grab your sweater, disregarding the need for a bra. Not that you could find it at this angle anyways.

It was slightly oversized, covering just enough for you to be hidden when Negan popped his head over the side of the bed. 

“Oh, fuck.” His eyes grew wide at the sight of you. It seemed you both didn’t realize you’d been with the other the night before. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck – fucking hell, fuck me.”

“A little overboard, don’t you think?” You scoffed, sitting up slowly. You understood he was probably regretting this, as were you, but he didn’t need to act like it was the worst thing ever. 

Negan fell back on the bed, groaning loudly, “Look at your finger. Your fucking ring finger.” 

You did as he said, your sight falling upon a small diamond. Barely noticeable, but still beautiful. 

“I got one too.” 

“Oh,” You whispered. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”

He chuckled, “No shit.” 

The two of you fell into silence, thinking over what steps to take next. 

“I mean,” You began, your voice barely above a whisper, “We could just take them off – theres nothing holding us together. No certificate. It’s the end of the world.” 

He didn’t respond, but you could hear him sigh slightly.

Suddenly, he spoke, “Come on. I’ll make you breakfast.”