the planet of decision

classysharkbarbarian  asked:

I would die for your headcannons how are YOU SO GOOD AT MAKING THEM

*finger guns* i spend most of my waking hours consuming memes my guy

  • keith: “shiro… told me to lead voltron” hunk: “galra keith, i’m glad you discovered your sense of humor but now is not the time for jokes”
  • coran was altea’s bill nye
    • but like. more ripped
    • had a series of informational videos that covered basically anything slightly educational. was sleeveless in every single one
    • he was the Science Guy
  • lance insists upon the use of space rock paper scissors to solve disputes. it’s exactly like normal rock paper scissors but the rock is a space rock
  • they refer to keith’s shack as the “love shack, baby love shack”
  • slav: *breathes* shiro, under his breath: “patience yields focus patience yields focus patience yields focus-”
  • they ditch kaltenecker on the first planet with aliens that’ll take him
    • lance argues against this decision vehemently
    • “but allura we can’t get rid of him!! he reminds keith of home” “lance if you tell another texas joke i swear to god-”
  • lance’s Mermaid Thing conversation w hunk was 1% “wow mermaids are hot” and 99% “i wanna be a mermaid”
  • pidge: “why do you guys have british accents” allura: “what’s a british”

(Spoilers for GotG 2)

So I was wondering… Yondu probably had that Zune he wanted to give Peter for a while already. Either he bought it even before the battle for Xandar, or in between the battle and the stuff that happened with Ego. Either way, he would have had the Zune for quite some time. Long enough that he got around to tell Kraglin (proudly, like “Look what I found for Quill”) about it.

Taking Yondu’s, uh, trust issues into consideration, and given the fact that during the mutiny, he couldn’t really go to his room and pick it up… that would mean that Yondu carried the Zune on himself the whole time. Safe in his pocket, until he met Peter again and could give the thing to him. Or sneak it into Peter’s pocket, if he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t have to face the boy’s gratefulness. Or at least only from a safe distance, no happy hugs involved, because he can’t deal with those.

So that leaves – Yondu, carrying the Zune on his own person, before and during the mutiny and the flight to Ego’s planet.

Which led me to thinking – how did Kraglin get the Zune? He was the one to hand it to Peter.

So either they took the Zune from Yondu after Yondu died - but that would have led to at least one of the others seeing the Zune. Especially Peter wouldn’t have left Yondu’s side, and neither would Rocket and Groot have.

Or, which I actually like to headcanon: Yondu gave the Zune to Kraglin before leaving the Quadrant and heading down to Ego’s planet.

Because, honestly… Yondu didn’t make the decision to die on the planet in the spur of the moment. You can see in the way he tells Rocket to leave and take care of Groot, and the way it dawns on Rocket, that Yondu already had made peace with the fact that he would die for Peter. Anything to keep his boy alive. He knew there was this minimal chance of himself surviving, and he was okay with that as long as he could save Peter. And he also knew instantly when this chance was gone, knew that he would die.

Which means he had to make last preparations. Which, for one, was to leave the Zune to Kraglin for safe-keeping, telling his first mate to give it to Peter once everything was over.

And, let’s be honest: Once Yondu handed the Zune over to Kraglin, telling Kraglin to “give it to Quill, once things have calmed down”… the moment Yondu willingly handed over the Zune he had carried around all this time for Peter, Kraglin probably knew that Yondu didn’t think he would come back.

If this headcanon comes even remotely close to the truth, then that means - Yondu knew he would die, and Kraglin knew Yondu  at least thought he would die (even though Kraglin probably didn’t want it to be true, believed against it until the last moment), and the last thing the two of them probably talked about was Peter and the Zune they wanted to gift him with.

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Hello everyone! I have posted my top 10 anime of 2016 on Anime Planet.

My decision was based on the following criteria:
Animation Quality
Sound (soundtrack, voice acting)
Characters
Story (Overall entertainment, plot holes)
Access (I only have Crunchyroll)

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If you disagree with the order or what should be on the list, I love talking about it with others so be my guest! 😄

Images of Change

Our planet is constantly changing, and we use the vantage point of space to increase our understanding of Earth, improve lives and safeguard our future. 

These images show change over time, with periods ranging from centuries to years. Some of these effects are related to climate change, some are not. Some document the effects of urbanization or the ravage of natural hazards such as fires and floods. All show our planet in a state of flux. Take a look…

Urban Expansion in New Delhi, India

Between the times these two images were taken, the population of India’s capital and its suburbs (known collectively as “Delhi”) ballooned from 9.4 million to 25 million. It is now second in population only to Tokyo, which has 38 million people.

Great Salt Lake Shrinkage, Utah

Dramatic change in the area of the Great Salt Lake over the past 25 years. The lake was filled to near capacity in 1985 because feeder streams were charged with snowmelt and heavy rainfall. In contrast, the 2010 image shows the lake shriveled by drought. The Promontory Peninsula (protruding into the lake from the top) is surrounded by water on three sides in the first image, but is landlocked on its eastern side in the second.

Exceptional Early Ice Melt, Greenland

Meltwater streams, rivers and lakes form in the surface of the Greenland Ice Sheet every spring or early summer, but melting began exceptionally early in 2016. Melting encourages further melting when pods of meltwater develop, since they darken the surface and absorb more sunlight than ice does. Surface melt contributes to sea-level rise when the water runs off into the ocean.

Iran’s Lake Urmia Changes Color

Some combination of algae and bacteria is periodically turning Iran’s Lake Urmia from green to red. The change typically occurs when summer heat and dryness evaporate water, increasing the lake’s saltiness. Data from satellites indicate that the lake has lost about 70% of its surface area over the last 14 years.

Owens Lake Degradation, California

Owens Lake lies in the Owens Valley between the Sierra Nevada and the Inyo Mountains, about 130 miles north of Los Angeles, California. For thousands of years, it was one of the most important stopover sites in the western U.S. for migrating waterfowl and shore birds. However, in the early 20th century, the lower Owens River, which fed the lake, was largely diverted to the Los Angeles aqueduct. Water from springs and artesian wells kept some of the lake alive, but toxic chemicals and dust impinged on the regional environment and disturbed the bird habitat.

Baban Rafi Deforestation, Niger

Baban Rafi Forest is the most significant area of woodland in the Maradi Department of Niger, a west African country on the southern edge of the Sahara Desert. These pictures show the loss of a significant fraction of the natural landscape (darker green areas) of the forest to agriculture. Population in this region quadrupled during the 40 years leading up to the 2007 image.

Colorado River Evolution, Mexico 

These two pictures illustrate the extremes of water flow in the Colorado River since measurements began in the late 1800s. The 1985 image was taken in the midst of record high flow, while the 2007 image shows the driest period. Excessive rains or severe droughts directly change the amount of water available in the Colorado River Basin, and so does the increasing pressure of human needs throughout the western states.

Helheim Glacier Melt, Greenland

Along the margin of the Greenland Ice Sheet, outlet glaciers flow as icy rivers through fjords and out to sea. These pictures show a fjord in which Helheim Glacier (on the left) is crumbling into large and small icebergs (light blue, on the right). The glacier outlet held steady from the 1970s until about 2001, then began to retreat toward its source about 4/7 miles between 2001 and 2005. The glacier’s flow to the sea has also sped up.

Drying Lake Poopó, Bolivia

Lake Poopó, Bolivia’s second-largest lake and an important fishing resource for local communities, has dried up once again because of a drought and diversion of water sources for mining and agriculture. The last time it dried was in 1994, after which it took several years for water to return and even longer for ecosystems to recover.

Flooding on the Ganges River, India

Heavy monsoon rains have caused catastrophic flooding along the Ganges and other rivers in eastern and central India. At least 300 people died and more than six million were affected by the flooding, according to news reports. These images show a stretch of the Ganges near Patna.

All of this knowledge about our home planet enables policy makers, government agencies and other stakeholders to make informed decisions on critical issues that occur all around the world. From rising sea levels to the changing availability of freshwater, we enable studies that unravel the complexities of our planet from the highest reaches of Earth’s atmosphere to its core.

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Inspired by this post, I wanted to a separate post about the destruction of the Jedi Order. Their destruction wasn’t an event, it was a process. A long process that started generations before Anakin was even born. Yes, Anakin made his terrible life choices (no one is denying that) but he’s not the one thing that went wrong with Order or why they fell apart. So I made a list of terrible things the Jedi Order did that are not Anakin Skywalker’s fault:

  • The Order’s decision to take little kids from their parents.
  • The Order’s indoctrination of said kids;
  • The Order’s decision to keep Yoda in charge for 900 years;
  • The Order’s lack of action to end slavery;
  • Their turning a blind to the corruption in the Senate.
  • Their decision to follow the Senate even when they knew they shouldn’t.
  • The Order’s growing arrogance;
  • The Council’s nepotism;
  • The Council’s decision to not send extra help along with Qui-Gon and Obi-wan right after they were told the Sith was back.
  • Their decision to hide the truth about Qui-Gon’s death.
  • Their decision to personally aid the leaders of a planet but not its citizens.
  • Their decision to help slaver Jabba the Hutt but not his slaves.
  • The order’s diminishing popularity.
  • The Council’s decision to fight in the Clone Wars.
  • Turning children and teenagers into soldiers
  • Hiding prisoners in secret prisons (without trial).
  • Their plan to overthrown the Chancellor before they even knew he was a Sith.
  • Using a slave army.
  • Hiding the truth about the slave army’s creation.
  • The Council lying to their own members.
  • Turning their back on a teenager they raised (and used) to avoid “political complications”
  • Allowing an older man to have unrestrained access to a little boy.
  • Sending a little boy to an adult prison.
Progressed Mercury

I am going to talk about progressed Mercury! Progressed planets are mostly useful for predictive astrology and helps show how you’ve grown in certain aspects of your life. Progressed planets are when your planet(s) actually moves through the signs, houses, or other natal planets. Progressed Mercury rules over communication, learning, and decision making. There are many sites out there that can draw up a progressed chart for you! 

Progressed Aries Mercury: This is a time in your life where you feel most outgoing and expressive. You might find new empowerment and bravery towards communication. You have a LOT of energy to burn towards education, decision making, and ideas. This is a promising time for a fresh start.

Progressed Taurus Mercury: You are more patient and reserved with communication. There is a huge focus on slow decision making. This is a good time to reflect on your values, self-esteem, wants, and needs. You might be more practical with learning and decision making during this time period.

Progressed Gemini Mercury: A lot is going to be happening in the realm of the mind, communication, learning, and decision making! You might find yourself more social, talkative, persuasive, but also scattered in your communication. While you might trip up and become unfocused occasionally this is a great time to hone your communicative skills. You will have a more restless mind, can develop wit or more humor, and you’ll desire a LOT of interaction with others.  This is a promising time for learning. You will have a thirst for knowledge and can retain information easier. This is one of the best times to make new friends and connections.

Progressed Cancer Mercury: This period has a huge focus on learning to express yourself emotionally. Long-standing issues can be resolved. You can be extra sensitive during this time when communicating with others. Making new friends/lovers is slowed down unless they help uncover an emotional challenge you’re solving. Be careful of getting stuck on memories or creating grudges during this time period.

Progressed Leo Mercury: This is a promising time for self-expression on a creative, empowering, or confident level. You speak your mind now. You have faith in yourself and identity and have a desire to show people more of YOU. This is a period of time where you come out with traits/aspects about yourself to the world. You have a confident approach towards decision making and you find ways to make learning fun.

Progressed Virgo Mercury: This is a good time for education and honing in on your talents and learning style. You are likely practical but also cooperative and efficient in your communication right now. You make good impressions and understand how to better communicate in a polite way. Watch out for self-criticism!

Progressed Libra Mercury: Here is a good time to better understand yourself and others. Learning is done more so via people/relationships. You are honing your communication skills and maintaining relationships. You might meet new lifelong friends or lovers during this time. Connections and relationships are key right now.

Progressed Scorpio Mercury: You are likely much more reserved, introspective, and possibly socially isolated at times right now. Decision making is intense, slower, and complicated. Communication is focused on the deeper side of things. Your communication is geared towards emotional expression, helping others, and communicating with your inner self. Learning can be distracted by trials and deep thought.

Progressed Sagittarius Mercury: Here is a time of exploration and newness! New friends, going back to school, and exploring other cultures/beliefs will be happening now. This is a time for freedom in your communication and learning. You feel lighter and speak with more optimism. You can be highly impulsive and adventurous in your decision making.

Progressed Capricorn Mercury: You are more rational and methodical in communication. You are reserved with self-expression via emotions. Your communication style is serious now and your decisions calculated and practical. This is a good time for judgment and planning but also watch out for negativity, doubt, and blocked feelings.

Progressed Aquarius Mercury: Your communication style is charismatic but maybe detached. You make friends easily but not closer relations. Your decision making process is on a big-picture scale and more innovative. This is a great time for ideas. You might discover new subjects you want to explore, your thinking/perspective is likely changed too. Just want to emphasize the change in your thinking during this time! 

Progressed Pisces Mercury: You might become more reclusive and lost in your imagination/mind during this time. A lot of your decision making is fueled by emotions and a desire for escapism. This is a good time to explore your imagination but you can easily get detached from reality.

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Request: Can you do #6 with Yugyeom please? ^^ Maybe angst but ends fluffy?

6) “My nightmares usually involve losing you.”

Member: Got7′s Yugyeom x Y/N

Type: angst/fluff


Your lids were heavy as you ran your fingers through Yugyeom’s hair for what had to have been the thousandth time. You had been cautiously waiting for his breathing to steady and shifting to halt after he had climbed into bed beside you hours ago. He had found difficulty sleeping for months and you had joked that only BamBam could comfort his fears of the dark. Of course he had insisted he didn’t have any fears to begin with. 

You looked warily to the sleeping form of BamBam, not terribly far from the full mattress you were cuddled upon. You smiled fondly upon the man, not much older than your own boyfriend, and looked back down. They had to have been your favorite people on the planet. 

So what you were doing was the right decision…wasn’t it?

You cautiously rocked the mattress, unsurprised when Yugyeom only grumbled sleepily and flopped over. Once asleep, he was normally a pretty sound sleeper, having adapted to taking advantage of what rest he could. You slowly slid atop the sheets, attempting to create as little motion as possible as you pushed away from them. Your feet plopped onto the floor, causing you to instantly shiver from the cold of the hardwood. You bit you lip and held your breath as the bed creaked, releasing your weight from it’s springs. 

It took a moment for you to calm your breathing as you stood between the two beds. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and caused the pounding of your own heart to echo in your ear drums. You closed your eyes tightly before reopening them again and nodded to yourself. You were making the right decision. 

You had been dating Yugyeom for a few months now, accidentally winning his heart around the same time the JYP dating ban had been lifted. Upon moving to Korea, you never had intentions of looking for love, especially with a pop idol. You had bumped into him one day during a shift at the small cafe you had worked at, spilling coffee all over both of you. As you had dabbed at his white pants (seriously, who owned white pants?) you had unintentionally dabbed your way into his heart. 

You had underestimated how lovable he was, but then again, maybe he had done the same for you. In no time, you had become inseparable. He quickly introduced you to his members who had taken you in as one of their own. You became a constant fixture at their dorm, but soon felt the ware your presence caused. 

Since the days in which you became more serious, you had noticed the added stress you had provided to the Got7 members. While Yugyeom loved his group, the music, and dancing, he seemed to love something just as equally those days. 

You. 

You had tried to ignore them at first, the side eyes from Jaebum and Jinyoung when you entered a room. The men in which you were initially so close to now knew you as a distraction. You constantly argued with Yugyeom about appearing during dance practices, but he wanted you there, so you tried to become as small and uninteresting as possible. The theory seemed fine in your mind, but it wouldn’t take long for Yugyeom to fall off task and get scolded by one of his hyungs as soon as you appeared. He was a pro at trying to impress you, but his members were exhausted by his antics. Antics that you had unintentionally encouraged simply by your existence. 


Earlier that week, after promising to make the members dinner, you had unwittingly walked in on a team meeting. The tension was thick in the living area as you remained frozen in the entryway, popping off your shoes and struggling with grocery bags. You had taken a deep breath, ready to call out to the boys to help you, but stopped yourself. You hissed as if you were a deflated balloon, swallowing your yell as you heard Jaebum’s annoyed voice echo down the hallway. 

“If being in a relationship is making you break focus, maybe we should reinstate the ban,” he growled. “You aren’t going to take the group down because you can’t control your hormones.”

The rest of the members remained silent as Jaebum spoke, most eerily, the usually excited voice of Yugyeom. 

“Now, if you can’t balance the two, it’s time to break it off,” JB continued. “You’re young. You have the rest of eternity to find love. but only a small amount of time to work and make money.”

You had closed your eyes and leaned over, pulling open the front door quietly again. You opened your eyes before slamming it and clearing your throat, feigning your reentrance. “Hey guys! Can someone help me?”

You heard JB mutter a quick “Get it together” before several members appeared, sad smiles on their faces. You nodded knowingly, passing bag after bag to the group before Yugyeom appeared, a distinct puffiness characterizing his eyes. 

You couldn’t cause the group strife anymore. 

You didn’t blame his members. They were right. Your presence had been unintentionally sabotaging their own careers for some time now and you would no longer be responsible. 


You leaned over, grabbing a few pieces of clothing you recognized as your own and tossed them into your overnight bag. You were careful to avoid the rows and rows of BamBam’s shoes lined against the wall as you tiptoed about, straining your eyes in the darkness to locate the items you had accumulated in the bedroom over the past few months. You leaned over, grabbing a t-shirt you had originally thought was your own, but upon further inspection noticed was Yugyeom’s. You balled up the shirt, prepared to drop it on the floor, but you were unable to loosen your fingers. Instead, you lifted the thin fabric to your face and buried your nose deep into the cotton. Taking a deep breath in, you inhaled Yugyeom’s scent, a mix of clean laundry and facial cleansers. 

You struggled with your own will as you stood there, foolishly looming above your boyfriend while simultaneously smelling his clothing. You would laugh at yourself on any other occasion, but currently you felt as if you could cry. You had to do this if you truly cared about him. You couldn’t stand in the way of his career any longer. 

You tossed his t-shirt into your bag after a moment of struggling with your thoughts. He wouldn’t miss it. 

You continued to hurry around the room, tossing item after item into your bag. You hadn’t realized how many things you had left in the dorm until this very moment. With an overflowing bag and a chest heavy with emotion, you pulled open the bedroom door and sidestepped into the hallway. You ignored the glowing lights flooding from various bedrooms as you struggled by and plopped your bag by the front door as you began to dig for your shoes. It wasn’t a small task as you dug through piles of sneakers long since abandoned by the boys. 

Just as you set sight on your flats, you held your breath as you heard an unsteady pair of feet padding down the hall. 

“J-jagi?” Yugyeom’s sleepy voice growled. You looked up, wide eyed as he flipped on a small lamp near the doorway. 

“Hey,” you said quietly, not sure of where to direct your attention. Yugyeom was adorable, which broke your heart even more. His hair stuck up in matted and odd directions and a loose tank top hung from his tall frame. He looked like a small boy standing before you, woken up from a bad dream. 

“Are you going home?” he yawned, scrubbing a hand through his hair again. 

‘Ye-yeah,” you stuttered, adjusting your gaze to the floor so you wouldn’t have to look at him. 

“Did you forget something, I think Jinyoung has extra toothbrushes just in-”

“No Yugyeom,” you whispered, feeling tears begin to prickle your eyes. “I didn’t forget anything.”

“Then why are you leaving?” he asked, tilting his head innocently. 

“Why’d you wake up?” you countered gently. 

“I…um…I couldn’t sleep,” he hummed, his mouth forming an embarrassed smile. “I…I had a bad dream.” 

“What about?” you continued. You wanted to talk about anything but you leaving. He couldn’t know you weren’t coming back. 

You realized what a coward you were, but this was the only way. 

“Well…I had a dream that you had left,” he chuckled uneasily. “To be honest, my nightmares usually involve losing you.” 

“Why aren’t you two in bed?” a deep voice grumbled. You jumped, looking past Yugyeom to see JB standing behind him, arms crossed and face stoic. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” you whispered, avoiding his eye contact as well. The last thing you wanted to do was anger the leader anymore than you had previously. 

“Then try,” he said simply. Yugyeom nodded, offering up little argument as he sleepily tottered back down the hallway and into his bedroom. You winced as you scooted your overnight bag toward the wall and dropped your shoes again. You shuffled toward JB, beginning to move past him when you felt his muscular hand grab your wrist. 

“Try,” he repeated with a small nod. He smiled for a moment, not necessarily directing it toward you. “I know we’re difficult…but he deserves for you to try.” 

“Jaebum,” you argued quietly, your eyes lingering up from the floor to find his face. His own eyes were kind as he watched over you. “But you-”

“I’m the biggest pain,” he nodded. “But the first one to let you know, he needs you. As much as we hate seeing him lovesick, we’d hate seeing him heartbroken even more. Just try.” 

You chuckled to yourself, nodding at Jaebum as well. “Just so we’re clear…”

“No, I don’t want you to leave,” JB hummed in monotone. “Now go to bed.” 

JB gently squeezed your wrist again before releasing it and pushing you gently back down the hallway. 

You eased into Yugyeom and BamBam’s bedroom, noting that Yugyeom had flipped on a small lamp near his bed as a night light. 

You walked as quietly as you could past BamBam who was still completely passed out on his mattress, snoring quietly along to the light music he had pulsing near his bed. You smiled as you looked from him to Yugyeom, hopping over the hard wood to climb into bed. 

You settled into his open arms, nested into his neck, and closed your eyes. 

“Why were you leaving?” Yugyeom cooed after a few moments of silence. You had hoped he would have dropped the question. 

“I…I forgot something,” you stuttered, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Mmm, then why did you decide to stay?” he whispered. 

You smiled to yourself, knowing Yugyeom couldn’t see your expression, but content with your answer nonetheless. “Because Jaebum let me know I had it after all.”

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One of the most fundamentally flawed arguments I constantly see repeated is the idea that food is somehow exempt from morality. In no other context, in this community or in any other group concerned with morality and social justice, would the idea that all decisions, regardless of how much or how little harm they cause, are just “personal choices” and therefore morally equivalent. I cannot think of a single other moral issue where otherwise socially conscious people will happily maintain that one choice is as good as any other, and that people shouldn’t try to change each other’s behaviour, no matter how immoral or harmful that behaviour might be. 

If your choices require unnecessary exploitation and death, environmental destruction, species extinction and unfair resource usage, then those decisions, assuming the are freely made, are open to moral critique. This should not be a controversial statement, and in any other context it wouldn’t be. So why is it that as soon as animal rights are mentioned, suddenly everyone is a moral nihilist who believes that morality is completely subjective and we should all do whatever we want and allow others to do the same? How did we get to a point where otherwise moral people who claim to be animal lovers point blank refuse to apply basic moral reasoning to their decisions to use and consume animals? Why are animal products so special and so sacred, that their use and consumption is completely exempt from our value system? 

While there is no way of living which is completely free of harm, if a person has the option to reduce the amount of harm their lifestyle causes, to animals, to other humans and to the planet, and yet they actively choose not to, that decision is open to criticism. If an action causes harm there can be no justification for refusing to morally assess that action. There is absolutely no good reason why food choices, alone among all the decisions we make, should be somehow exempt from basic morality and ethics. 

Frankly, Tim was having a terrible day. He’d broken his wrist a week ago, which meant no patrol, and he’d finished all the work he could do from home. He was going stir-crazy— wandering aimlessly around his apartment, checking and rechecking his equipment. In the end he’d driven to the manor, hoping for something to do, but the house had been empty all night. He’d clicked through Netflix episodes until the early hours of the morning, fallen asleep on the couch, and woken up exhausted.

At least Dick wasn’t doing any better. He called to check in while Tim was headed downstairs, complaining about a streak of murders in his neighborhood that he hadn’t been able to solve. Tim put him on speaker when he hit the kitchen, set his phone on the counter, and nodded to Damian, who was already at the table. Damian didn’t look up from his newspaper.

“Drake. You look half-dead.”

“You’ve looked worse.” Tim pulled the pancake mix from the shelf and turned around in time to see Damian slowly lower his paper, clearly scandalized. Tim decided he was too tired to care.

“We need to work on your sense of self preservation,” sighed Dick. “Hey, Damian. Try not to stab anyone.”

“No promises.” Damian glared pointedly in Tim’s direction and went back to his paper.

“Anyway, Tim, listen— I have to go. I’ve been awake for forty hours, and this isn’t getting any easier.”

“Have you considered taking a break?”

“This was my break.” Dick stifled a yawn. “I’ll be fine.”

Tim figured he probably would be, until he saw Damian’s eyes narrow. Uh oh. As Dick clicked off the line, Damian folded up his newspaper and made for the door. Tim followed him into the hallway, grinning. He was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen.

“So what are you going to do to him?”

“Go away, Drake.”

“Slip him sleep meds? Break into his apartment and badger him into submission?”

“Leave.”

“You’re not going to physically fight him, are you?”

“No.” Damian swept inside his bedroom, slamming the door in Tim’s face. “Mind your own business.”

“Damian, c’mon, I just want to know if I have enough time to make popcorn.” No answer. Tim leaned against the doorframe, listening to Damian clatter around inside. “If this is about what I said in the kitchen, I’m sorry about the dead joke.”

Damian’s voice came out muffled behind the wood. “No you’re not.”

Okay, fine. He wasn’t. “Seriously, tell me what you’re planning to do.”

“I’m going to ask him politely to go to sleep.”

“That’s it?” Tim pulled away from the wall, disappointed— and maybe a little irritated. He knew from personal experience that if he went that long without sleeping, Damian started pulling out sedatives. As tired as he was of Damian’s over the top interventions, Tim had always assumed they were over the top because that’s how Damian did things. From the right angle, he was almost being nice. But if he wasn’t going to do it to Dick…

“How come you don’t—” Tim cut himself off as Damian’s door swung open. 

“Because Grayson values my opinion and me as a person, so if I ask him to take care of himself, he will. Because Grayson listens to to me.” Damian swung his laptop bag over his shoulder, shot Tim a look that said (very clearly) unlike some people, and marched back up the hall. 

“That’s not…” Tim stood for a few seconds, arms crossed, then hurried after Damian. “Okay, that’s not fair. I listen to you. Or at least I would if you ever asked me for anything.”

“I do,” said Damian. “You don’t.”

“Since when?” Tim couldn’t remember ignoring any requests— Damian didn’t talk to him that often, and most of what he did say was insulting. Tim could remember a few comments about his life habits, sure, but no questions. Damian never asked.

Alright, maybe that was Damian’s version of asking. 

“Fine.” Tim caught up with Damian at the front door, while he was fishing for his keys. “I’ll pay more attention next time.” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m thrilled. Can you drive me to Grayson’s apartment?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Finally, something to do. He’d been lying around for days, and he was starting to feel like dead weight. Useless. Anyway, Tim wanted to see how this played out— Dick was stubborn, and Tim wasn’t sure that he would cooperate as easily as Damian predicted. He was as much of a workaholic as any of them.

“I’ll get my keys.” 

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anonymous asked:

Pro-choice people are not 'anti-life', because they're all for the existing life of women. Putting them first and giving them control over their own bodies. Anti-choice people literally want to dictate the decisions of every woman on the planet, and that's why they're anti-choice.

Okay, here’s my thing: if you don’t want to have a baby, don’t have sex. It’s that simple. I’ll paraphrase a line from “Christy” here: “Sex is for pleasure and procreation. Leaving out one or the other is a dangerous mistake.”

Right at conception, I considered those few cells a person. And all people have the right to life.

This is my battle cry (thanks to Seussical the Musical): “I just have to save them because after all a person’s a person, no matter how small.” -Kath

darkcrownobservation  asked:

Are we going to fight the present government to insure the future for our planet? To try and reverse the most absurd decisions American, AMERICAN people have made and are STILL making? Hell Yeah! We lost the battle but the war is in all of our hands, lets not get them soiled by the blood of our own countrymen. Unless its' Donald Trumps. And that's not a threat, It's a warning

PREACH MY BRUTHAH

Heir to a Kingdom [2]

Lotor x Reader pt. 2

Well, here’s the long awaited Part Two! And the plot thickens…~

I dragged this on and rushed it at the same time, how do you do that?? I’m sorry if this is terrible, I’ll edit this as soon as I get back to America.

– Ryan

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6


The Galran stronghold ran like clockwork; It wasn’t hard for him to command an entire fleet. What was frightening, though, was how smoothly he played the part, how he fit into place. Lotor barked orders for the next attack, and everyone followed along accordingly. His sound demands made no room for error, should anyone wish to lose their life. But everyone had their doubts, especially for an attack on Voltron.

“Station the units, I need no more than the fighters I requested.” The Galran officer gave a curt nod. Before he can leave, Lotor speaks without so much as a glance to him, “only the units I requested. Any more, and I will think you’ve sabotaged my plan.” Lotor turns with a look that finishes his threat, and the officer swallows.

“Understood.” He excuses himself, recounting the soldiers requested for the attack.

Lotor’s plan was elaborate and calculated. He smirks, watching as everything falls into place, just how he needs it.

“You always were the inferior strategist, Father. And that’s why I will have Voltron.”

———

Completely stumped, everyone stands around the center console of the control room in a sort of strategy meeting. It had been weeks since the incident with Zarkon, and there has been no activity from the other side. Without Shiro, the team couldn’t yet fight the Galran Empire. So any rescue missions and distress signals were reluctantly put off – but not ignored. It had pained you and the Paladins greatly to know you couldn’t do, well, anything.

“How about allies?” You suggest, breaking the solemnity hanging in the air, and all sets of eyes fall on you. You take a deep breath, and speak again to clarify. “How about recruiting allies? We already have the Blades of Marmora, not to mention the Balmerans and the Olkari. If we want to strengthen ourselves, we’re going to need help.”

You can see the mixed reactions on all the faces looking at you, and you sigh. You shared the exact sentiment. To drag innocents into a war? Innocents that you meant to protect? Had Shiro been in this situation, would he have made this decision?

How many times a day have you asked yourself this question? No, no more.

“It doesn’t mean soldiers.”

The group has pulled through the weeks with endless training and strategies for the next encounter with Zarkon, but there was no recon mission. No attempts to leave the castle and search.

“Anyone that believes in our cause, who’s not afraid to stand against the oppression of the Galran Empire. For resources, or intel.”

Not even for a clue.

“We can’t just sit here and do nothing. It’s not like Shiro’s going to pop out of nowhere and land in our laps.” Lance speaks up after your words. Something had ignited in him, as well. Perhaps he was sick of feeling useless and vulnerable, too. “We can do with another resource run, but I think it’s about time we’ve spread our influence through the galaxy.” The Paladins all nod in agreement, and you smile, knowing you’ve made the right decision.

“If we go to Galran-occupied planets, it is possible they might contact Zarkon. Splitting up on top of that would spell for disaster. You can’t even form Voltron.” Allura says, her conviction clear in her words, though they came across as a scolding.

“They know how to fight. They won’t be alone, either.” Kolivan steps up, placing a hand on Allura’s shoulder. “With a sound plan, this ‘recruitment’ might just work. We need all the help we can get.” 

And the plan was set. Kolivan would take you, Lance, and Hunk to a planet just bordering Galran occupation. There, you would convince their leader to join forces with Voltron, and resist the Galran Empire.

Keith, Pidge, and Coran would make for an expedition of reclaiming resources, and requesting any information regarding the Galran Empire’s next course of action.

The plans have been checked and double checked, fool proofed, and backed up from A, B, all the way to numerals. Allura was reluctant to approve this, but Kolivan and the Paladins had reassured her that this was the only course of action.

Of course, it was a slight cover – that only Coran was aware of – to look for Shiro. But everyone had their missions in mind.

Allura only allowed this on the condition everyone brought their lions. Which was fine, but it was difficult to convince a neutral power that you meant no harm when you came practically fully loaded at their doorstep.

“No, your majesty. Though they act on their own as you see now, they will not attack you.” The lions move to sit, but despite playing the ‘threatened’ card, the King’s soldiers don’t waver.

“I can tell you’re strong, your majesty. Your army is trained well, and you’re respected by all, even the Nature on your planet.” You gesture to the lush vegetation, and the healthy wildlife you know that inhabits it. “We are not asking you to sit back, and let us protect your planet for you. We ask that you lend us your strength to fight for, and to protect, your freedom.” 

Amazed by your words, Lance and Hunk are left completely speechless, and the King seemed to contemplate your offer.

“Very well. Since we fight for the same interests, I do not see why we cannot aid in your cause.”

Over dinner, you discuss the finer details of the negotiation, and it all works out well. Without giving away too much, You, Lance, and Hunk tried to pick for information regarding Shiro’s whereabouts, but come up empty. It was discouraging, but you continue through the night without falter.

That is, until the comm link went off.

“Yes, Allura?” You excuse yourself from the table, and make your way to the hall.

“Those Lions, they look like they’d be hard to pilot..” The King’s daughter, who had joined you all for the feast, speaks up after your departure, trying to keep up the conversation.

Lance leans over the table, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, in one fluid motion. “Princess, I’ll have you know in my trainee days, I was known as the ‘Tailor’…” Hunk groans as he’s already heard this number quite a few times, and Kolivan coughs awkwardly at the attempt to flirt.

The one thing to save everyone from the torture was your alarming reappearance, your eyes blown wide and a look of terror on your face.

“The Galrans are attacking the castle.” 

That was all you needed to say to have the three bolt from the table and after you to the lions. 

———

What started as a chuckle now rings out as full-on laughter, and Lotor leans forward on the armrest of his father’s throne. How marvelous, they saved him the trouble of going to them, by coming to him.

It was almost like she was begging him to capture her.

She should be defenseless, and they’ve spread out their forces.

“How foolish.” He grins wickedly. With all the excitement, he almost forgot his plan.

Almost.

Now, the girl. He thinks carefully; would she have gone on the front lines, with the Lion? Or would she take the liberty to evacuate the citizens?

Taking a look at the records of her previous encounters with the Galrans, she was never on the front lines. Sure, she fought alongside them, but she hadn’t the same strength the Lions had. And almost every single time she’d stay a line of defense behind, to protect the inhabitants.

It was almost laughable how predictable her position would be.

“Prepare my fighter.” He hands the holo-tablet to the guard on his right before standing, making his way to the exit of the command center. A wicked smirk spreads across his face, and he walks with purpose to the hangar.

“This’ll be over quick.”

———

An ambush. You chide yourself as you shout over your shoulder to the King and his daughter to find shelter. From there you urge Hunk and Lance to go to their lions, and begin fighting.

Hopefully Keith and Pidge can make it to the castle in time.

You look to Kolivan who gives a nod, seemingly reading your mind. You rush with him to the pods you’d descended from the Yellow Lion, and him the Blue Lion. Within them were the weapons you’d stored in case of times like this.

“Hurry..!” You curse to yourself as you fumble with the holster and belt of your weapons, and yank out the Naginata you’re so familiar fighting with. Kolivan had already taken a head start, but the sounds of battle were already settled as if the fight had started hours ago. You clench your fists around the spear, and you gauge your enemies.

The King’s army had already taken the lead in the fight, discharging fighters against Galran fighters, and targeting those that had landed on foot.

You were thrust, suddenly, by a strike from behind. Skidding across the ground only a meter or so, you bring a hand around to your shoulder to feel the tender wound. You grimace, and wipe the blood off your hand to gain a secure grip on your weapon. A Galran with a blaster stood over you, but before he could register what to do next, you had whisked the gun from his hands with your Naginata, and used the momentum to kick under his legs. Easily, you flip yourself up from the ground, and drive your blade’s head into his chest. You didn’t have the time to catch your breath, though, before the next wave of foot soldiers made their way over. Six, you count, and you look up to see the Lions dealing with their own wave of fighters.

“Kolivan!” You look for the Blade’s leader, knowing you can’t fight all on your own.

“[y/n]!” you turn as you hear your name, followed by a grunt and the sound of metal clashing. Kolivan seemed to have his hands full with his own fight, taking on three Galrans at once. You grit your teeth, and leave the wave coming at you, hopefully, in the hands of the army lending its strength.

Something isn’t right. The feeling churns in your stomach like a bad meal, and you can’t sit right. It’s almost as if the Galrans are tying to separate you from Kolivan. Like they had a plan. What was even more unsettling, they weren’t striking with the intent to kill.

Your shoulder was still sore from the earlier impact you took from that blaster’s ammunition, and it was weakening your blows from your Naginata.

You curse your shaking hands, knowing you won’t be able to be a straight shot with a blaster. You stick to your blade, and hold your stance as the circle of Galrans seem to close in on you.

As if to accentuate this climax, there’s a strong gust of wind as a Galran fighter swoops low to the ground. You shield your face from the gust of dirt that whips up, but through the cloud shrouding the pod, you can see a lithe figure jump from the cockpit. You bring your weapon before you, the blade pointed down to the ground, but facing out, ready to attack. The Galrans nearby fighting Kolivan seem to know who it is, and they all falter, which was their mistake as Kolivan skewers the one closest to him. But, he can’t help but share that feeling of dread. Something was off.

“You’re a lot smaller than you look in the records.” His voice rings out; a low baritone that reverberates through your chest. “I have to say I wasn’t expecting that.” Your eyes narrow at the figure, as it emerges from the cloud blocking your vision.

[y/n]!” Kolivan shouts, recognizing the figure, and the sound of a blade through flesh follows twice more as the man before you smirks. Your eyes widen, and your guard falters as you study him a bit more.

“You.. are you.. Altean?” You could swear he holds the characteristics of an Altean, from his body structure, and his ears. Kolivan continues to struggle behind you, calling out to you, but his voice is drowned out in the background. The barrier of Galrans surrounding you and this stranger tighten, and you’re faintly aware of the fight Kolivan is putting up with.

“Who are you?” You ask, again on the defensive as you tighten your grip on your Naginata with a stronger spirit. This only elicits a chuckle, and you’re left frustrated.

“You can call me Prince Lotor.” His voice is void of emotion, and his face is almost impossible to read. You can feel your skin crawl from the raw tension, and you ready your weapon. “But we’re not here for me, little ‘nova… we’re here for you.” As he speaks, he pulls back his sword, his hair flowing over his shoulder, then quickly, and gracefully, strikes. Luckily you had expected an attack, and you bring your Naginata up to guard the attack, parrying his move. You spin your Naginata over your arm, blade out, and he pulls back as if knowing what your next move was. You click your tongue, and shout as you charge another attack.

The both of you continue in a waltz accompanied by the sound of metal on metal, and dirt shifting beneath your feet. Your stamina has almost completely depleted, and your wound’s pain is starting to spread throughout your body. It takes just one moment of carelessness on your part, and Lotor has your Naginata’s blade cut from the staff. With one swift, fluid motion, he takes the hilt of his blade, and strikes you in the back, knocking you to the ground.

“What do you.. want?” You look up at him, griping the remainder of your trusty weapon, and he just sneers.

“So many questions,” Lotor circles you, bringing the back of his blade across your torso as he does so, “I’ve had enough of this toying around.” Eying your bloodied shoulder, he sheaths his sword. His action had confused you, that is until there was a searing pain that shoots all the way down your spine. You scream from the pain, and the sound has Lotor smirking wide.

“That’s it.. succumb to the pain.” As your consciousness slips, you can feel Lotor’s arm hook under you, lifting you against his body.

It’s warm.. Your last coherent thought rings through you mind as you fall to oblivion.

———

“[y/n]?!” Kolivan continues to ram against the barricade the Galran droids have made. He breaches through a shield, and dismembers the mechanical soldier, before he’s met with the scene before him. Lotor has your limp, bloodstained body cradled to his own. “Lotor. You won’t get away with this.” Amused, Lotor simply turns around, and makes his way to the pod he arrived in.

“We’ve gotten what we came for. No need to overstay our welcome.” He speaks simply, and in one gesture, calls the droids to action. “Activate the cloaking shield.” He orders, directing Haggar from his position on the planet. The droids attack Kolivan, all stalling for time as Lotor boards the carrier with you in hold.

Occupied with the attack dealt to him, Kolivan couldn’t make a breakthrough to get to you in time. Lotor proceeds to do as he planned, and activates his own cloaking shield in the pod before firing it up. All Kolivan is left with is the sight of the aircraft leaving the atmosphere. The droids retreat on their own, escaping into any fighter they can get close enough to, but not before Kolivan takes out a handful of them from anger alone.

“[y/n]!!”

[S]:Collapse

mayhaps im just repeating what someone else has already said and said better but [S]:Collide needed to be way smarter than it was 

like. i genuinely think hussie wrote the scene and its prior framing around the striders, terezi, vriska, and john and/or roxy, and then tossed in the rest w/o regard to what could reasonably be deemed a satisfying ending to their arcs.

here’s what could have been tighter:

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Why Finn is The True Hero of TFA

It’s sad that a post like this has to be created, alas here we are. Many people are quick to discredit Finn’s importance, erasing him completely out of the picture (antis, Lucasfilm, racists, ect), yet if you look at the film from a writer’s perspective, Finn is the true lead/hero of the film.

I’ve been reading up on creating three dimensional characters lately for my own novel, and I’ve come to realize that Finn fits the entire criteria. Not only that, his arc in The Force Awakens is a perfect example of the Hero’s Journey.

So strap in folks, cos this is gonna be a long ride…

Originally posted by johnboyegadaily

First and foremost, let’s start with what makes a three dimensional​ character.

Your first dimension is personality traits, mannerisms, appearance. Your second dimension is backstory/inner demons, why they are the way they are. Your third is the choices the character makes. That dimension is what makes them a three dimensional character.

Finn manages to nail each of these. We obviously know his personality: he’s charming, suspicious, kind, incredibly witty, resourceful, loyal (to his friends), down-to-earth, ect. ect.

We also know his backstory. It’s spelled out clearly in TFA: as a child he was taken away from his family and brainwashed to fight for the First Order.

Now Finn’s choices. He chooses to leave the First Order because he realizes how evil they are. He chooses to rescue Poe because he needs a pilot. He chooses to try to save Rey, even though he’s exhausted and dehydrated (although he didn’t get a chance to cos she handled it herself). He makes the choice to leave, but he makes the choice to come back and fight. He makes the choice to fight the First Order, makes the choice to go back to Starkiller, and makes the choice to fight Kylo Ren.

Talk about a three dimensional character!

Continuing with the theme of choices, Finn’s characterization goes along with rule one basic storytelling: act, don’t react.

You want your protagonist to /act/. They actively decide to become involved in the plot. They actively decide to do a, b, c, and d.

Reacting is just having the character go along with the plot. They go to a, b, c, and d without making an active decision. They’re just blindly following the plot. Basically reacting would be like if the No Man’s Land scene in Wonder Woman was just Diana following one of the other characters into battle.

Finn never reacts. He acts. He constantly makes his own decisions, except for when Poe makes the decision to go back to Jakku (although they both lose the chance to choose when they’re shot down).

Now onto the Hero’s Journey. Everyone knows what the Hero’s Journey is. Every basic fantasy story tells it. But I’ll give you the cliff notes version if you haven’t heard of it previously.

Ordinary world, call to adventure, refusal of the call, meeting the mentor, crossing the threshold, tests & allies & enemies, approach to inmost cave, ordeal, reward (seizing the sword/treasure), the road back, resurrection, return home with the prize.

(As per movieoutline.com)

I once used Finn’s story arc to help myself better understand the Hero’s Journey. It fits perfectly (although I can’t quite place the acts toward the end of the journey. I keep coming up with different scenes).

So Finn is not only a three dimensional character, he also acts within the story, and fall perfectly into the Hero’s Journey. Not to mention, he has some of the best development of any other character in the movie.

Compare this list to any of the other “heroes” of TFA, without falling back on information gathered from comics or books. Falls a little flat, doesn’t it?

We the audience aren’t allowed to know Rey’s backstory, other than being dropped off on a planet. Rey also never makes the active decision to help the Resistance, she just tumbles along with the plot. The only time they give her the option to choose her destiny, it’s offscreen (an argument could be also made for the lightsaber scene).

The same goes for Poe, unfortunately. He’s missing for half the film and we’re not given his backstory/personal history.

Now before you grab your pitchforks, I’m not hating on Rey, and I’m certainly not hating on Poe (who is my bae). I’m simply pointing out the fact that the writers just… didn’t really do much with their characterization. And if they did, it was all off screen.

With Finn, it’s on screen. It’s always on screen. He’s the most important person in the movie, the one with the best development and characterization.

So please, tell me again how Finn is not the lead of this film?