💎 having an important person in your life is extremely necessary to you. this is often perceived as the need for a relationship, but a very good friend is just as suffice. you feel your best when you have a companion
💎 you are known by many as a wonderful mediator. you have a keen ability to walk a mile in another’s shoes in just seconds, and a talent for communicating, which makes it easy for you to assist others in seeing one another’s side
💎 you often repress your own wants, needs and qualms in favor of not rocking the boat. you would rather suffer in silence than create conflict
💎 you’re somewhat of a chameleon, and may change your disposition and style of communication from person to person. this is what makes it so easy for others to like you; you appeal to everyone individually
💎 you are very skilled aesthetically, and even if you aren’t artistically inclined, you would make a wonderful photographer or designer
💎 you don’t always have a strong sense of what you want, and could definitely be described as indecisive. this can apply to everything from what you want for dinner to your personal relationships
We’re loving this months theme so far! Thanks to everyone who has already submitted fic’s we get so excited when we get a tag notification, ask or email!
In keeping with May’s theme here are some fabulous stories we’ve read that we’d like to share with you! These are all lovely, sweet, sexy and just so fluffy you’ll squee. Enjoy!
A Discourse on the Inadequacy of a Duvet by guns_and_poses Words: 1,005, T Summary: For a prompt: Sherlock keeps stealing the covers when they share a bed because he wants John to move closer to him when they are sleeping but of course doesn’t want to ask. John gets annoyed at first until he realises what Sherlock wants and is more than happy to oblige.John looks over at the folds of covers gathered on the opposite side of Sherlock’s body, then glances up at Sherlock’s face. “You’re doing it again.”
Adjacent by weeesi Words: 5,711, E Summary: “Oi. I’ve just asked you twice where our bloody room is.”Oh, John.“Rooms, I meant. Obviously.”The innkeeper blew his nose into his handkerchief, already sodden with the effects of the spring bloom, and shot a knowing look between the two of them. “Ta, lads. Have a good ‘un.”Sherlock rolled his eyes and spun on his heel, leaving John trailing behind him.
A garden party in Sussex by alexaprilgarden Words: 8,681, E Summary: Mrs Holmes turns 75 and decides to have a garden party at home in Sussex. She invites Mycroft and Sherlock – and John. Sherlock asks John to play his boyfriend for that weekend. Lots of fluff, summer stuff and a bit of smut.
An Infinity Of Mornings by klein_monsti Words: 13,070, T Summary: For so long 221B had been his home, even in those last years when he hadn’t lived there anymore, it had always felt good to be there, it had felt right. And now this place, this sanctuary is gone. At least for now. And Sherlock has no place to stay. In the wake of The Final Problem Sherlock and John rebuild their flat and their relationship.
Assurance by belovedmuerto Words: 2,382, T Summary: It’s not so much the ‘you’re half-dead, you wanker,’ or even the broken ribs, the hairline fracture of the pelvis, the dislocated shoulder and knee, and the wrenched ankle.
Caught by Salambo06 Words: 1,859, E Summary: Based on a prompt : “Johnlock necessary bed sharing and one has a wet dream and the other catches them"A hotel room. They’re here for a case, hadn’t planned to spend the night and ended up sharing a room. No, sharing a bed. Suddenly John is very much aware of his own hand closed around his hard cock and the ragged breathing next to him. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, John dares to turn his head just enough to confirm what he already knows.Sherlock, on his side, watching him.
Everything by patternofdefiance Words: 4,409, E Summary: John wakes up with an armful of Sherlock.This – situation – is unusual, yes, and definitely unfamiliar, but in no way does it feel wrong.Rather, it feels the exact opposite.
Ghost Stories by SwissMiss Words: 22,256, M Summary: Sherlock’s parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.
In the Morning by erebones Words: 3,921, E Summary: for paula bennyslegs: [gets down on my knees] someone please write sherlock and john sharing a bed because of a case… and one of them waking up to the sound of the other having a wet dream please [presses face to the ground] especially if they’re saying the other persons name whilst doing it please [sinks into the ground]
Knotted by naughtyspirit Words: 23,166, E Summary: John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock’s case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape.They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them.Because he’s pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.
Rainbow Hearts Retreat by PajamaSecrets Words: 11,638, E Summary: "It’s a same-sex couples retreat. For those experiencing troubles in their relationship. Consists of group and couples therapy as well as encouraging socialization between the couples. It’s all in their incredibly dull brochure.”“Rainbow Hearts Retreat,” John read. “Sounds… quite gay.”
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I was in a need of making the post about one of my favorite characters of all time - Po Ping from Kung Fu Panda. We all know that he is an overweight who became our favorite badass, the Dragon Warrior. But I wanted to focus more on the things that are overlooked - or at least I feel like they are.
WARNING - this post will contain some MAJOR KFP3 spoilers!
Ok, so let’s get this party started. Po Ping…
-is an artistic soul
-made his action figures all by himself (including carving in wood and painting) the very day he fell in love with kung fu
-has a photographic memory! He saw the Furious Five only once from far away and carved their portraits in wood very accurately
-was able to learn the Wuxi Finger Hold all by himself just from pure observation and while being under the massive distress
-learns fast. Really fast, mostly from his own mistakes. He improved his fighting skills in such a short time
-cares about his art so much and is very proud of it
-is very creative! It usually shows during the fight on numerous occasions (he “drew” the giant dragon with his own chi, for example)
-probably likes to sing when he thinks no one is around (judging from the scene from the holiday special), he’s pretty good at singing
-hated himself for about 20 years of his life
-is craving compliments and affection… or any kind of validation, really
-throws himself into the most dangerous situations without second thinking
-is even ready to sacrifice his own life for a bigger cause if he thinks it’s necessary
-literally jumps into committing a suicide to save his loved ones. And yes, he was pretty sure he would stay dead i will never cope with this
-is probably asexual… heck, he is very likely asexual! I mean…
So in conclusion, Po Ping is an overweight, a fanboy and a badass but he is also…
-an artist with many talents
-a victim of mental illness
-an individual who for the course of all three movies weren’t given a love interest and yet he isn’t illustrated as broken or cold - he is represented as a loving person, as someone who is capable of love, who’s able to show his affection to others
Thank you DreamWorks, for this amazing, fleshed out character.
you want to become a doctor, you should get used to the idea that you’ll spend
a great deal of your time studying. Through the course of our degree we will be
asked to learn, understand and commit to memory an enormous amount of material
and when, finally, we become doctors, studying doesn’t stop. The medical
sciences evolve by the second. Everyday life changing discoveries are made and
we need to keep up with that in order to provide our patients the best resources
we can find. So, even though it might not be one of the most pleasant things to
do, it is something very necessary on our way to become good physicians. Since
many of you have been asking for tips on how I study, here are a few tips that
worked for me:
1 - Cornell Notes taking system - this is the note taking method I found most helpful to
take notes in class and at home when I’m studying. It keeps things organized, it’s
quite easy to use and, when revising, it’s quite simple to understand.
2 - One Page Notes - this is a tip given by Doctor Andrea Tooley on her YouTube
channel, which I truly recommend checking out. Basically, the point is trying
to condense one class, chapter, etc. in one page. Of course sometimes it’s a
lot of material but trying to do that, even if it exceeds one page, makes us
focus on the essential.
3 - Not too much stuff at once - when studying, I don’t like to have too many things
open at once. I like to keep it simple, just some slides, maybe a book and my
notes. It’s not helpful to study by two books, three reviews and notes. It’s a
lot of stuff and it gets harder to concentrate. What I do is to choose the
materials I find most helpful and take my notes based on that. If then, if I find
that another book that has some helpful information, I read it after and then I add
4 - Not let work pile up - Simple to understand, HARD to do.
5 - Ask older students - when you don’t know how to study for some particular
subject, just ask someone who already done it.
6 - Airplane Mode - when I want to focus on something, and I need to be on
the PC, I put it on air plane mode. Blind yourself to distractions.
7 - Water or Tea - have a bottle of water on the desk. It keeps you hydrated
and when you’re frustrated, just have a sip of water or tea instead of going
online. Hydrates and calms you down. Just don’t go on drinking liters and liters
of water please…..
8 - One thing at the time - when you’re studying one subject, focus on that
subject. Don’t be thinking about the other ten thing you need to do. You need
to be doing that, so focus on that. Be efficient, learn to prioritize.
9 - Plan it OUT - I’m a fan of the bullet journal principal. A plane
white notebook and my to do lists, exams, etc. It’s important to have a good
outlook on what you have to do. I just don’t waste too much time on aesthetics.
(Still looks cool though xD)
10 - Get cosy - make studying a cosy moment. It helps :D
Good luck with everything people!! We
can all do this!!! Every great doctor started out as we did: Dreamers and Hard
Workers, who wanted to help making this world a better place. Now go study
Patrolling, as uneventful and inconceivably dull as it was, was probably the most exciting part of Dan’s week.
Which he supposed made his week pretty uneventful and inconceivably dull in itself
Patrolling alone was not particularly interesting at all. Dan had heard enough faeries tell him that their silvery glowing liquid was actually ‘a luminescent forest protection balm’ (instead of what Dan suspected it to be) to last him a few decent lifetimes. And it was just so boring, strolling around one godforsakenarea of the forest for hours at a time. That wasn’t what made it interesting, though.
It was more the atmosphere of it all.
The Darker Forest was the type of place to send shivers cascading down your spine. The breeze crawling through the fog and reaching out at the most unsuspected of moments. Grabbing onto your shoulders, cloaks, your hands, trying to tug you further into it’s depths.
Dan lived for it. Understandable- it was to be expected of a Dark Elf. Live in the darkness, and guard the Villages. The boring principles they were all forced to live by. Dan had strayed as far as he possible could from the stereotypes that basically governed them, opting to become a performer and the main storyteller of his village, instead of a guard or night-raiser. Yet, this month, he’d been forced into patrolling instead of performing.
The Council liked to do this sometimes, they didn’t see his storytelling as ‘contributing to their established world’, basically meaning it wasn’t a real job and he needed to pull his weight around the Village. Which he didn’t agree with in the slightest. People went batshit crazy without his stories to brighten up their days, but he guessed he needed somewhere to get his stories from- and if not the Sprite’s villages, the Darker Forest was the prefect place to find them.
Still, this job had nothing on the thrill of entertaining. The Darker Forest creeped him out, plus he was sure all the forest elves, and the river sprites and everyone else hated him for the patrolling and having to interact with everyone he came across. That was okay though, he hated it too.
Dan stopped moving suddenly. He let out a stale breath, feeling the tree roots behind him slithering under his boots, coiling themselves around his ankles and winding up to his knees.
He needed to move faster. The tree roots around these parts tended to do that if you stood in one spot for too long, Dan figured it had something to do with the faeries ‘luminescent forest protection balm’, doing it’s luminescent forest protecting.
He grabbed at his shoes, tugging the roots from where they had attached themselves to the buckles and trampling on them, breaking into a little jog. He could hear a humming from somewhere nearby, a soft little jingle that made the ominous darkness of the forest seem a little brighter.
Then it all dimmed again, Dan realising that humming meant people and people meant interaction. Probably a Pixie- it was in their nature to sing and hum and be generally obnoxious.
Dan moved through the trees as quietly as he could, Pixies tended to overreact and scream when they were surprised- a sequence that often led him into a lot of trouble.
As he drew closer to the sound, he realised it was not a Pixie. It was far too deep in comparison to their strange tinkle and, in Dan’s opinion, far too nice. Something nearby was casting a strange glow now, a greenish light emitting from in front of him, lighting a clear path towards the humming sound. The wind was strengthening and Dan shivered, hiding further into his thick black cloak. The trees blew wildly, leaves raining down from them like raindrops. The sky had begun to darken and the entire forest had that sort of scent like it was about to rain. Dan hated the rain. Too cold and miserable.
He peered through the trees, curious as to see the source of the light. It definitely was not a Pixie. A boy- a forest elf, sat crouched over a tree. He was sort of strange-looking, dressed all in green, his feet wrapped in leaves and a shawl covered his shoulders, buttoned up with little leaf clasps.
And he was glowing.
The glow, the greenish one that tinted all the trees and lit up the entire Darker Forest, was coming from this boy, emitting from his hands and face and through the leaves on his feet.
It made Dan stop and stare.
He didn’t quite understand what the boy was doing, he looked to be scavenging around for something at the base of a tree. His hands dug around in the dirt and his cloak shimmered as he moved his head.
Dan groaned. It pained him to have to interact with people, but the protocol basically forced him to ask questions to everyone he came across. This was why he hated patrol.
“Who are you?” He demanded, marching over to the boy. The elf’s head whipped around quicker than a sprite running from trouble- a little too fast. Dan leapt back as the boy let out a squeal, tumbling to the ground. Falling backwards and jerking his head up to avoid landing on it, in a way that Dan could only describe as about as elegant as a giant sitting down too fast (which wasn’t a pretty sight, and Dan could tell you that from experience).
“Ah, sorry, you startled me!” The boy smiled widely, and Dan was almost intimidated by the sheer glow of cheerfulness in his grin, “My name is Phil!”
“Oh, uh sorry about that,” Dan mumbled, smiling back despite the mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “Here,” He offered a hand out to the boy to pull him up, and he took it gratefully.
“Thank you,” Phil said.
“No problem. What are you doing in this forest anyways?” Dan chuckled, “It can be dangerous… for someone who literally glows.” He added, mumbling the last part under his breath.
“Well, I was trying to find a plant, but then this squirrel chased me! It was so determined? Maybe it knows there are bigger plans for me in this forest,” Phil rambled, Dan trying his best not to laugh.
“A squirrel? Are you actually kidding me?” Dan giggled, pulling his mask down a little, “But aren’t you like… a forest elf? And you’re scared of a little squirrel?”
Phil beamed, “I know- I’m just a bit weird,” He shrugged. This guy was a complete goofball and Dan couldn’t lie, he was a little worried he was going to get himself killed in the Darker Forest.
“Anyway the plant you were looking for… what was it called?” He tried to spark up a conversation, intrigued at the strange elf.
“Oh! It’s called Sanitas Medela. They grow at the bases of trees like this one,” Phil smiled, gesturing to the tall tree they stood under.
“Did you try looking all around?” Dan questioned.
“I’ll be happy to help!” He offered. It beat patrolling any day.
Phil nodded gratefully, “That’d be amazing.”
Dan pulled his mask back up, following Phil as they began to hunt through the trees, Phil stopping to admire a particular leaf every few seconds.
“Look at this one!” He exclaimed, “The patterning is exquisite!” Dan giggled at Phil’s use of ‘exquisite’ to describe a leaf, and he glanced at the tree.
“It’s, uh, nice.” It was really just a leaf. A very average leaf.
“I know! Beautiful.” Phil smiled, plucking it from the tree and shoving it into his bag. “I think we’re nearby a grove of the tree the Sanitas Medela grows under- we should be able to find one there.”
“Perfect!” Dan smiled.
Phil had begun to talk again as they walked, but stopped mid-sentence, “But I don’t think it’s necessary- that’s one there!” Phil yelled excitedly, rushing to grab the small plant. It was a little underwhelming, Dan had to be honest. Basically just a green stick with some red dots at the end. Nothing special.
“That’s so lucky- these are rare,” Phil seemed so content that Dan couldn’t help but beam, “Thanks for your help…uh…”
“Oh, it’s Howell- but you can call me Dan I guess!” He said, pulling the hood of his cloak down and the mask along with it.
“Nice to meet you, Dan!”
“So, uh, what’s the plant for anyways?”
“It’s one of the best for healing the body,” Phil smiled down at it.
“Are you sick?” Dan questioned, feeling sick to his stomach with worry.
“Not me, but my-“ Phil stopped. His ears perked up at a noise from far away. A low growl, followed by the a cracking sound. Branches snapping. “Uh- what’s that,” He whispered nervously, fear forming in his eyes as he stared, scared, at Dan.
They both turned around. The beast stood, snuffling in the shadows, hidden partly by the trees. It’s great bull-like face showed no emotion but anger, and it’s eyes glowed a sinister red.
“Minotaur.” Dan said shortly, his fingers reaching down to grasp his dagger.
Request: Can u do angst elijah + reader / mikaelson + reader where elijah left her for hayley? Shes been friends with mikaelsons for awhile now so the others r worried for ur mindset but they dont take anyone side cuz hayley is hope’s mother. Upset n wasted, you crashed mikaelson party n making a toast for elijah hayley. Then left. One of the mikaelson pursue u cuz they truly care for u. Make it as sad n heartbreaking as possible. Thanks in advance.
Characters: The Mikaelsons, and Reader
Warnings: Angst, No humanity Reader, anger, etc.
You were dumbfounded. You had been with Elijah for such a long time that you had never once thought that you would lose him to someone else. Much less Hayley, the girl that Klaus had gotten pregnant. You were suffocating in this house. You needed to get out. You knew that the others were worried for you because you had all been friends for years, but you also knew that because of Hayley being Hope’s mother, no one was going to choose sides.
You used your vampire speed to get out of the house without anyone stopping you. Although, they were all quite busy with the party planning so you doubted that they would have noticed much anyway. You were wondering the streets and all you could think about was Elijah and Hayley together and it was starting to get to you. You needed to find a way to make the pain stop. You were pondering on the how when the answer popped into your head. You could turn it off. The pain couldn’t bother you if you couldn’t feel it.
As soon as the idea occurred, you put it into action and the relief was immediate. Gone was the crushing pain, and the pining after a guy that clearly didn’t care about you. It almost made you giddy and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. Then another thought came to you. Why not go to the party? You could give a little toast to the happy couple and show them that you didn’t care. You found a nice outfit in the next store and made your way to the party. You waited for about half an hour before making your presence know.
“Tonight, really is a very special occasion. Why you ask? Because Elijah Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall have finally gotten together! That’s right, no more secret little touches and longing looks are going to be exchanged when they think no one is looking! Anyway, I just thought that I should congratulate the happy couple!” you smiled when everyone drank and in the next second you were gone. You had seen their faces though and you couldn’t be enjoying it more.
“Was all that really necessary darling?” you heard a familiar voice ask from behind you.
“Probably not, but it was fun,” you shrugged and smirked, turning to face Kol.
“I see you found out how to use that lovely feelings switch,” Kol sighed.
“I saw no reason not to. Why should I suffer just for those two?”
“Y/N, this isn’t you! This isn’t going to end well!”
“Don’t you get it Kol? I don’t care and you aren’t going to stop me!” you growled stepping closer to him.
“I’m not going to let you ruin yourself either!”
“Stay out of my way Kol or I’ll just start getting worse and it will be all your fault.”
“I’m begging you, don’t do this! Turn it on!” Kol begged tears starting to fall from his eyes.
“I. Don’t. Want. To.” You growled before speeding off into the night leaving Kol behind.
discreetly nudging your side, and you kept on sending her pointed looks. You
pursed your lips at her, before sighing. Grabbing your briefcase, you
Steve?” you said, turning around. The two men ceased talking, and their eyes
went to you. You tried to stand up a bit taller and leant against your desk,
unknowingly mirroring his stance. “I almost forgot. Janice from accounting was
looking for you earlier. Something about last week’s report, some calculation
error,” you said.
confused for a few seconds, before nodding.
you,” he said, smiling. “I’ll… yes, thank you.”
You gave him a
short smile and glanced up at Natasha. She was wearing a massive grin across
her face, and you rolled your eyes, sitting down by your desk.
“Your desk is
a mess,” Natasha remarked, and you sighed. Part of your job involved going
through Natasha’s findings and statistics, and extracting the ones necessary
for various reports. Only, Natasha wasn’t very keen on handing you the
documents in an orderly fashion.
be if you hadn’t messed up my system.”
system?” she laughed.
have an intern to sleep with?” you mused, squinting at the schedule pinned to
bulletin board above your desk.
“Oh, is it
that time already?” she asked, glancing at her watch. You laughed quietly and
scribbled a quick to do list down onto your notepad. “Well, I’d better be off
then,” she said, sauntering towards the door. “Bye, boys,” she teased as she
opened the door.
The two men
paused their conversation to look at her, but didn’t have time to open their
mouths before she was gone. A few seconds passed, and you suddenly felt a bit
awkward, sitting with your back to them.
staring,” Steve scolded quietly, and you tensed, feeling your cheeks grow a tad
warmer from discomfort.
Star Wars peoples, let’s address something that's been a problem in fandom.
Can anti-kyluxers stop being trash please? Or, at the very least since I know that’s unlikely, can you take a second to learn something: THE MEANING OF GENOCIDE AND NAZIS
GENOCIDE, and what Anti’s think it is: Hux using Starkiller on the Hosnian system, 5 planets full of diverse races/the cultures of those races. 5 planets that happened to be the heart of the republic, the ones on the opposite of his war that he, as a military general, is obligated to fight against in any manner he deems necessary.
GENOCIDE, and what it ACTUALLY is: “the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation.“ Now, it mentions nation, so I can hear you attacking your keyboards already with “SEE?! SEE!? He IS genocidal!!!” and let me tell you to shut up and let me finish. Hux did not destroy the Hosnian system because they were Hosnian; read: because of their nation. He destroyed them because of their political alignment. You may find this hard to believe, but that is how war WORKS.
We are given no evidence that Hux gives a fuck what species anyone in the Hosnian system is. We ARE given evidence that he is doing EXACTLY what a military leader is expected to do: he targets his enemies in a calculated mesure to eliminate them, and therefore eliminating a threat to the First Order.
now onto Nazis, everyone’s favorite word for Hux. Even for the shippers (shame on you guys for spreading this, even in a joking manner)
NAZI, and what fandom thinks it is: Hux, for the reasons stated above.
NAZI, and what it actually means: “a member of the National Socialist German Workers’ Party.” It should be OBVIOUS that Hux is not a Nazi purely for the fact that there are No Jews in Starwars, but that’s apparently giving people too much credit. Hux isn’t a Nazi because they don’t exist in the star wars universe. Are there people who have targeted specific species in star wars? Probably, even if it isn’t explicity addressed. However, I can guarantee they are called something else because of how disrespectful it would be to all those that were killed by Nazis. So please, for the love of fuck, stop using this term. It is UNBELIEVABLY disrespectful. For the reason stated above, Hux isn’t a Nazi: he isn’t targeting people for their race/gender/orientation. He is, in fact, justified in what he did. What he did was HORRIBLE and WRONG (can some people not read? I didn’t say what he was doing was fine because he isn’t confirmed to be species/racist, but thank you for trying to say that I was (: ) yes, but he is fighting a war.
SO BASICALLY: HUX IS A MASS FUCKG MURDER, NOT A GENOCIDAL NAZI. SO GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELVES AND START USING THE RIGHT TERMS SO THAT YOU DONT SOUND LIKE DUMB FUCKING LASER BRAINS.
And if anyone wants to say I’m just a Nazi sympathizer, kindly fuck right off. You don’t know shit about my background concerning that shit, so don’t think you know anything about me just because you’re on High Horse Of Morality and All That Is Good and Right.
I’m reading a big mixture of salt and praise for those additional few lines of Nanaba’s that go one way or another, saying that it either adds or breaks her character. And in reading both views, there are valid points to bring up. Me, personally, while the scene itself wasn’t necessary and it seemed off-putting to put that as a means to make the scene heartbreaking, it really did a clever and damn good job of it, whether one likes that it exists or not.
Seems like a waste to add what is implied to be Nanaba’s childhood experiences literally seconds before she dies, right? To add a bit of backstory only to give you so little time to actually feel proper sympathy for her? It makes the death seem especially so unfair and cruel. I felt helpless, honestly, and very empty because there is no redemption from that and there is no character resolution or no further info on what that could mean. It’s entirely up to interpretation because there was little time to appreciate and really think about her character.
Here's a question. If casting had been different and Dylan had played Scott while TPosey played Stiles, would you still ship Sterek, or Derek and Scott?
Oh wow… ok, that is kind of an evil and amazing question, actually.
~This answer will probably come across as not being particularly Scott/P*sey friendly (though I don’t think it’ll be in any way harsh or hateful either), so just a heads up about that.~
So, alright. The thing about acting, and character development in TV shows vs say novels, is that character is a collaborative effort and so much of who a character is comes from the actor, acting choices, and so much of relationships comes from actor chemistry. So much of what we as fans have latched onto and fallen in love with about Sterek (and about Stiles in general) comes from elements that weren’t scripted –– lingering looks, subtle touches, hints of emotion and nonverbal reactions. Even with every line and every plot point the same, a Stiles played by P*sey would be an entirely different creature, establishing an entirely different dynamic with Derek. (And one that, I’ll be diplomatic in saying this, I believe would be far more straightforward, to script dialogue, with fewer layers.) While there’s plenty written into the characters, and plenty of lines and scripted moments, that lend to how well suited Stiles and Derek are for each other, none of that would add up to anything if the chemistry and unscripted character choices weren’t there.
So I can probably say with pretty good assurance that if P*sey were playing Stiles, I’d be unlikely to ship Sterek.
As for whether I would be shipping Sc*rek instead… it is hard to picture a world where I shipped that. Let’s just start off with that being clear. However, we would have Hobrien’s chemistry going for us, as well as Dylan’s subtlety and nonverbal acting choices, and –– as I said –– that is a huge part of character development, and would change the character of Scott, for better or worse, immeasurably. A Dylan-helmed Stiles handled Derek in season one with a mixture of fear, defiance, raging attraction, and the occasional spark of grudging respect. So picture those elements layered into Scott’s character, with him being afraid of what he was becoming and how it would affect his life (rather than generally annoyed about how it interfered with his dating and lacrosse). Even without changing dialogue, changing plot, the core chemistry between Dylan and Hoechlin would affect the entire development of that season.
Season two –– and the “Master Plan” finale, in particular –– is much more of a hard sell. Could the damning you may be an Alpha, but you’re not mine retort be salvaged with a softer tone or an apologetic look? Would Dylan have thought to reach out and catch Derek’s hand afterward, help him to his feet? Would there be some way to pull a relationship back from forcing a paralyzed Derek to bite his enemy?
The other thing to consider is whether Dylan playing Scott might have changed the actual script. I know I’ve been going on the premise so far that everything would be the same except the actors, but I do believe there’s a precedent for Dylan changing the intended script slightly. In “Echo House” (correct me if I’m wrong) the writers/Davis wanted there to be an actual sex scene between certain characters, and Dylan said he was uncomfortable with that so they agreed to fade to black? If that’s true, it’s possible that a Scott!Dylan would have looked at “Master Plan” and thought –– hey, um… this doesn’t exactly feel like a heroic move right here. This kind of makes my character seem like a huge dick.
And while I doubt the writers would go back and actually edit much of the finale arc because of actor concerns, I can definitely see them being persuaded to squeeze in a few seconds for an (incredibly necessary) apology.
If this was the case, and if Dylan and Hoechlin continued to make the kinds of acting choices with each other that they did in canon, I guess it could be possible that I’d ship Sc*rek instead. But this would be a very different Sc*rek, and a very different show, than the one we have now.
Summary: Usually, you’d be okay with Tae flirting with his fans, but maybe this is too much.
You didn’t know when you started to doubt your boyfriend’s love for you.
What you did know was that in becoming an idol, your boyfriend would have to continuously provide fan service to all who supported him. Time and time again, you’d see him hold hands, blow some kisses, give off sexy expressions, do aegyo; all to “give back” whatever he could. It never really bothered you at the start, but as Bangtan’s popularity continued to rise, you began to be skeptical.
With his rising popularity, you came to see him less. He was usually off busy practicing, and when he did come to visit you, he’d be too tired to properly hold a conversation. You’d encourage him to get some rest whenever he came over, but being the stubborn little shit that he is, he’d force himself awake just for you. During those times, you would just continue talking, lulling him to sleep, then cuddling with him after. During those moments, it didn’t bother you that he barely had any time for you; he was living his dream after all. All you ever wanted was for him to be happy.
A. Feeding Each Other in a way that nourished their adolescent growth towards adulthood.
This may be one of my favorite chapters in the whole book. (But then, I feel that way about a lot of them, don’t I, lol.) This is one of the cornerstone Everlark chapters, because it is where we see both are looking out for the other, even in the context of being opponents and even being angry. It’s here where KATNISS decides they should train “together.” (bring to mind “always”?) It’s here we see that both of them have been watching and in some degree of admiration of the others’ physical talents. She describes Peeta’s work as one of the rare things that brings “Beauty” to the grimness of D12 life. THREE times, Katniss thinks or brings up Peeta saving her life with the bread. But at the same time, we see that they BOTH have fed EACH OTHER, not just Peeta giving her bread. He gave her carbohydrates when she was starving, what the body needs to make fat (to survive starvation). While she supplied him with fresh meat (which apparently was harder for his family to get than she’d thought) which is protein, what’s needed to make muscle and **strengthen the body.
B. Foreshadowing of three deaths that crushed us all.
We are in Chapter 7 of Book 1… with CF and MJ to come. ALL over this chapter is subtle cues towards who will die. And interestingly, which deaths are necessary and which was needless.
First is Prim’s (the last death). Needless. There is the discussion about traps and snares, with Gale. Gale’s a “genius” with them. (p89) This foreshadow comes at a time when she’s talking about “putting food o the table for years,” in her de facto parent role over Prim. KATNISS’ work and sacrifices, protect PRIM’S life is the context of the discussion in which this is mentioned. Notice also, during training, the “snare” they learn helps hang someone “from a tree.” The Hanging tree is about murder, in one aspect of its use in the trilogy. (And there have been arguments made that both Katniss and Peeta murder three people each during the course of the books. In fact, pg 95 Katniss points out “BOTH of us” mastered hanging a person from a tree before they moved o.) Prim’s death was not necessary, it did not save anyone, it was simply murder.
Second, Finnick. Haymitch tells them to go learn to tie decent knots. (92) Knots and rope clearly represent Finnick later. Sure enough, the very first thing they do in training is tying knots. Third, Rue. They are literally throwing spears when SC first describes Rue to us, which is how Rue dies. What is interesting about the emphasis on knots and spears, and why I DO think it might not simply be mere coincidence but rather foreshadowing, is the bread at lunch. Peeta dumps the basket and describes ALL the bred. But SC, for US, describes ONLY D4 ad D11 bread. Finnick and Rue’s district’s. Bread nourishes. Bread is broken. Looking at it froma religious perspective, Jesus “broke” bread for his disciplies and take his body would be “broken” so they could live. In contrast to Gale’s traps and snares and the pointless death of Prim, I think the fact that both Finnick and Rue are represented in this chapter as bread is a foreshadow that THEIR DEATHS, which are really both sacrificial in nature, had purpose and ultimately played tangible, immediate roles in Katiss and Peeta’s ultimate survival. (Katniss’ treatment and care for Rue stirred the nation, but also the heart strings of those who would sponsor her and Peeeta in the rest of the games. Finnick’s life, obviously, also was given to save Katniss and Peeta in the sewer.)
C. A minorly unfortunate change in the movie
To make merchandise, (the tribute training shirt), they all had a uniform for training in the movies. But here we see on 93 that it wasn’t the case, and in the books it’s important because it was her and Peeta’s SOLE uniformity that set them off. That marked them as “together,” whether they wanted it or not i that moment. It’s a minor change, but still notable.
D. “He runs his fingernail along the woodgrain of the table, refusing to look at me.”
While I’ve been sitting here drinking my coffee, I actually acted that out. It’s an interesting description. I don’t think it’s the type of action a GUY would normally do. It draws our attention to the fact that Katniss isn’t just noting he’s refusing to look at her, she is noticing the smallest detail of his actions… it’s not his finger running over the table, it’s his finger NAIL along the WOODGRAIN. Try doing this for yourself. Doesn’t it feel like something you do when you’re nervous and embarrassed? It’s a line, something that helps you feel in bounds and in control. I think it’s similar to how when I’m really really stressed out, I find myself doodling not dogs or flowers, but batches, BATCHES AND BATCHES of hash marks. I find comfort in the lines. It also means that this 16 year old boy is contemplating the texture and pattern of the wood, appreciating the detail nature has imbued in the wood. I dunno, it just seems like an odd sentence and feels like it’s loaded up as more than a mere descriptor to say he was ‘avoiding her.’
Sins of the Father: A Brief Interlude to Sunday Morning
Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader
Warnings: sexual content (fantasy), mild language, very possible sacrilege (no squinting required)
Word Count: 281
A/N: Hello hello! Quick reminder: normally, I write fics for Supernatural. However, I’m also a huge fan of WWE and love reading the works of that community as well. After reading some brilliant pieces from - and chatting with - the amazing @devitt-club, I got inspired to write a fic featuring one of my current favorites: Finn Balor. The first part is very necessary for this to make sense. The second part will be posted within the next two days, so if you’re into the fic at all…well, consider this part 1.5, LOL!
Apologies in advance because, this being my first foray into WWE fanfic (and alternate universe at that), this will probably suck. Still, it’s worth the risk. ^_^
The Director finally gets that backrub, and worries a lot.
That’s it that’s the fic.
She’s in the
library when she hears the unmistakable noise of someone clearing their throat
behind her. It’s rare for her to do much research herself—she has Seekers for
that, and her administrative duties are undoubtedly more than one person should
be handling. But what happened with Lucas—it shook her, far more deeply than
she’s willing to admit. She’d trusted him. She’d trusted him and as a result
she’d nearly ended up with nothing but a lifeless crystalized world.
been spending hours poring through the volumes in the Bureau’s library in case
there’s some clue she’s missing, something that will help her understand. Some
new lead. As long as they can learn something about one of the other remaining
Relics, as long as she can find an excuse to put off Wonderland for a while
glasses to read now. It’s been long enough since she returned that she’s almost
used to them, but it still stings.
She looks up
from the table, lowering the hands that she’d had pressed to her temples, and
sees Magnus standing there. He’s not in his armor, and he looks almost
apologetic for a moment. Then he grins brightly and says, “So, Director, how
about that backrub?”
i’m such a firm believer in the shit first draft. i used to be one of those people who would madly edit as i went and labour for hours over one sentence, just to get it right. spoilers: that is a waste of everyone’s time. the trick to writing is becoming good at editing, but like, in that order, editing after you’ve written it. it can be hard to know where to start with editing, so i’ve written up this post on what i consider to be the first step in a successful self-edit.*
here’s what i do: ctrl+f. this might seem like a weird, slightly obvious thing, but one of the biggest problems with underdeveloped writing is excessive repetition. there are some words you can only use once in an entire novel, and some words that carry less weight but which you wind up using too much anyway. the real trick to a first draft is to stop giving a stuff about repetition. then, ctrl+f.
my biggest plague word is just. i’ve already used it once in this post. the first thing i do when i finish something is to search for instances of the word just and delete/rephrase every second one or so. i allow myself to keep it when it’s absolutely necessary to the meaning of the clause, but that’s about as far as i’m willing to push it.
here are a few words to look for in this first stage of repetition-fixing:
adverbs: the most common ones will be things like basically, actually, suddenly, really, very… but if you want to do a quick check for any words ending in -ly, that helps too.**
unusual conjunctions: it’s perfectly fine to use a lot of and, but but needs to be kept in check. too many negative clauses can break immersion! similarly for so, also, although, still, etc.
swearing. (and this is coming from someone who swears like a sailor IRL.) as with any strong and emotive language, it has more power when you hold it back and only use it for similarly emotive occasions.
any phrases you know you use a lot.
once that’s done, reread the work. the moment you find a word that carries a lot of weight, or a phrase that sounds incredible to you, ctrl+f it. because if you’re having that thought now, chances are you’ve had it before, and you’ve used that word or phrase more than once within the work. when something stands out to you that much, it’s worth saving it up for a special occasion.
there are a few other subtle things worth looking out for in terms of repetition, which i’ll list quickly:
overusing character names when pronouns will suffice, i.e. “It was still dark when Bob’s alarm went off. Bob was so tired that he had to physically force his eyes open.” that second Bob can easily be a he and no-one will get confused!
italics for emphasis. while you’re in the midst of writing, it may seem like you need to remind your reader that certain words will be stressed in a sentence, but it’s more likely that your reader will understand that intuitively. save italics for moments of heightened emotion and humour.
similar sentence structure. if you have two sentences in a row that look the same, like this: “Bob’s alarm went off, but it was still dark outside. He was unbelievably tired, since he’d stayed up too late the night before.” … then change the structure of one of them! experiment with moving clauses around until you get enough variation. this helps hold your readers’ interest, and maintains flow so that your writing doesn’t get too clunky.
there! now you’ve got a cursorily-edited first draft, just (oh, yikes, there i go) by focusing on one issue at a time. at this stage, you can go back and read it again (yes, again!) and see where you might be able to use repetition as a powerful device to draw attention to a particular concept, or to create emotion or humour.
one more thing: i started this off by cautioning against editing as you go. but when you start becoming aware of repetition, and your own personal plague words/phrases, you’ll start doing all of this like second nature. but that doesn’t mean you should stop using ctrl+f!
* obviously once you’ve done a self-edit, a good idea is to send your work off to a beta reader/critique partner. they’ll pick up on anything you might’ve missed, as well as talk you through bigger issues than are covered in this post.
** my general stance on adverbs is that they should be used sparingly (which is an adverb :P), except for comedic emphasis, in which case adverbs will do a lot of the heavy lifting. (see above: physically forced, unbelievably tired.) as with everything that frames itself as a writing “rule,” don’t trust anyone who tells you never to use adverbs.
NO JUDGEMENT BUT IM WONDERING WHAT ABOUT YUURI ON ICE U DISLIKED OUT OF CURIOSITY
Non taken ^^
The first thing that I disliked from episode one was the pacing. There were random cut ins of chibi Y//uuri explaining skating trivia and they were so fast that it was almost unintelligible. That made watching kind of grating.
Second thing is the dialogue. “He could make even me, a man, pregnant.” and similar ones were very cringe worthy and the rest was not fluid enough.
Third thing is the lack of relevance of figure skating. It was only necessary to bring Vi//ktor and Y//uuri together, but other than that I felt like it was like a side plot you could skip entirely. Also, all the dance sequences were recycled and became boring after the second viewing.
Fourth thing is the unhealthy tropes in the relationship between Vi//ktor and Y//uuri. Think about it: We have a love-struck main character that’s borderline obsessive over his other love interest (he got the same poodle as him and named it after him, his room is full of his posters and photos, after they met he was very possessive and wanted to steal him from the world etc. ), then we have Vi//ktor that’s in the position of power in the relationship, he’s Y//uuri’s coach but makes sexual advances at his protege (in every other situation that would be abuse of power and sexual harassment). Y//uuri is unhealthily attached to Vi//ktor and can’t function without him, making him dependent and there’s no balance. And in the end it’s not 100% confirmed that they are together.
Fifth thing is the copyright problems with the anime.
Sixth thing is the inconsistent animation and poor skating animation.