the world never cared about him

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I’m gonna deconstruct this scene because I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY and what the hell, I’ve got time. This clip demonstrates what I love most about Taika Waititi’s filmmaking and it shows off Chris and Tom’s chemistry in the fiercest way. It’s hilarious, sweet, bittersweet, surprising, and poignant.

1) “Loki, I thought the world of you.” 

Even though there was an instinctive part of me that screamed, “OK, WELL, YOUR ACTIONS TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY, THOR” due to residual bitterness over what a dickbag Thor was in the first film, I’m 1,000% here for this line. I’m proud of how much Thor has matured, thrilled that these two are actually talking to each other, and happy that Loki’s hearing something he’s probably always wanted/needed to hear even though it’s bittersweet because Thor’s using the past tense.

Tom’s reaction here is SO GOOD. Just the tiniest shift in his eyebrows to indicate that Thor has Loki’s attention and he’s fucking locked in and hanging on to every word.

2) “I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever, but at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me.”

I know there was a minor (?) uproar over Chris’ comments that Thor will be “indifferent” to Loki in Ragnarok, but this scene seems to suggest a kind of acceptance rather than indifference. Maybe for the first time, Thor truly seems to have accepted that he and Loki are fundamentally different beings–and by extension, he’s accepting Loki’s nature. Yes, part of that acceptance means letting go and moving on (note: I did not say giving up) and that’s sad, but realistic I think. How many fakeout deaths and stabbings can a person be expected to withstand? “You’re you” is a significant break in pattern for Thor and Loki appears genuinely taken aback by it.

“You’re you” is a huge deal because to me, the brothers’ central conflict has always boiled down to the fact that Loki isn’t Thor (thanks, Odin, for exacerbating this tension). For Loki, that fact is a source of self-loathing and resentment, something that he can act out against and, as Tom has often said, define himself in opposition to.

By the same token I think it’s become clearer that what Loki thinks of Thor matters to Thor. For an older sibling, having a younger sibling who looks up to you and wants to be like you is perhaps one of the biggest indicators that you’re a good–dare I say worthy–person. Ever since Loki let go of Gungnir Thor has struggled to make sense of Loki’s rejection, to define himself without the security of having his brother by his side. With that in mind I’ve always seen Thor’s past attempts to bring Loki back to the “good” side as heartfelt and genuine, but also somewhat ego-driven and shortsighted because it came at the expense of Loki’s autonomy and self-identification.

Cut to now. By acknowledging that he and Loki are each their own person, Thor’s relieving Loki of the pressure and expectation to be anyone other than himself. In a way that’s a gift, but it’s also terribly sad because it’s accompanied by loss for both of them. Which brings me to:

3) “I dunno, maybe there’s still good in you but let’s be honest: our paths diverged a long time ago.”

It’s in this moment that Loki really seems to realize where this conversation is headed. And he doesn’t like it.

We know Loki lives to test Thor. It’s his (super dysfunctional and unhealthy) way of making sure Thor still cares about him. In The Dark World, Loki tests Thor’s assertions that he doesn’t trust him and has lost hope for him by … getting himself impaled. Yeah, “dying” was also his “get out of jail free, usurp the throne” card, but it’s not insignificant that he calls Thor’s bluff in the process. 

4) “Yeah. It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.”

Speaking of calling Thor’s bluff, I think Loki–because he’s a smart little fucker–says this in order to get ahead of the conversation. He knows what’s coming, so he pulls the classic “I’ll reject you before you reject me” move. But I don’t think he means it. It’s more likely that he’s trying to balance the scales so he’s not on the utter losing side of this conversation. And honestly? Deep down I doubt he can bear to hear Thor say it and by proactively agreeing with him he’s holding out hope that Thor will pull a “JK!” and change his mind.

5) “That’s what you always wanted.”

OMG THOR HAS GOTTEN SO SMART. I mean, I guess it’s within the realm of possibility that Thor is still really dumb about Loki’s feelings/motivations, but personally it’s more fun and satisfying to think he sees Loki’s test and raises him an even bigger one.

Loki’s face is so sad-funny. His plan backfired, he’s panicking a little, but he’s got to save face and play it cool, and he’s also legit sad because he knows this outcome is the culmination of his past actions and he did his part in paving this road for both of them. And at the end of the day he’s still the younger brother who doesn’t want to appear weak, so he’s doing his best to match Thor’s tone and attitude.

The moment when Loki lifts his chin and gives a little nod is a dead giveaway; never seeing Thor again is the opposite of what he wants, but he’s prepared to accept that it’s too late for anything else. It’s SO far from an apology, but for Loki it’s about the most mature thing we’ve seen him do.

The fact that for once they’re not arguing with each other is what made me tear up. It’s like they both know they should’ve had this conversation years ago, when it could have made all the difference, but at the same time they know that moment has passed. THIS IS FUCKING TRAGIC.

(If I wrote this movie, this would be the moment where they both dissolve into tears, fall on the floor, and cry-hug it out, which is why I write poetry and not screenplays.)

6) “Hey, let’s do Get Help.”

This was the beginning of the death of me, I will never be the same. I laughed so hard. On the surface this whole exchange may seem like just a gag–and it IS funny as hell–but I feel like it’s working on so many levels and reveals something deeper about Thor and Loki’s bond.

First of all, if you’re me, everything that preceded this moment was really uncomfortable and sad and almost unbearable to witness so I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume that Thor and Loki were feeling some of that too.

What I love about this transition is that Thor immediately cuts through the tension, probably to put both of them at ease and bring them back into the more familiar territory of their rapid-fire banter. Loki seems a bit surprised but relieved.

IMO, this brief exchange of dialogue does more to convey Loki and Thor’s bond and establish their history than anything we’ve been shown in the previous films (not counting that deleted scene from the first movie). I thought it was really poignant to see them revert to/rely upon something from their distant past. You can tell this is an argument they’ve had a zillion times before. You can tell from the stunt itself that it’s something they’ve had many opportunities to perfect. 

Even though Loki is reluctant to participate, he does, because he still craves inclusion and acceptance. Even though Thor is no longer quite as overbearing and arrogant as he once was, he regresses into that role so that he can get his younger brother back for just a moment. It’s like they’re consoling themselves without admitting that they want to be consoled. And yeah, on a practical note they also need to find a way off of Sakaar.

In conclusion, they’ve both just conceded that their relationship has reached an impasse with no real way forward, yet in the immediate aftermath of this supposed acceptance they choose to revert to an older dynamic that reflects presumably happier times. They don’t want to quit each other. This is fine. It’s fine. I’m not crying. I love them. The end.

I’m deep in my feels right now and probably projecting a lot (HI, HELLO, I HAVE A TROUBLED YOUNGER BROTHER, I’VE NEVER USED HIM AS A PROJECTILE BUT I UNDERSTAND THE IMPULSE), but even without having seen this scene in the full context of the film, it’s my favorite Thor/Loki moment to date. It’s what I’ve always wanted. It actually brings “We were raised together, we played together, we fought together” to life in a meaningful way, whereas in The Avengers I felt like those were just words.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

Count Down

Part 2:

As Shiro watched the now 14 year old Lance seemingly eat without a care in the world, he couldn’t help but worry about what would happen if Lance had to grow up again.

It’s not like he could fight a war if he got much younger, or they could just drop him back on Earth with his family in case he never aged when the deaging process was stopped.

Shiro had always been called the dad friend, but in this moment as he watched his friend he couldn’t help but wonder if he had to, could he step up to be a real dad?

“S-Shiro.”

Shiro was pulled from his mind by Lance’s pained voice.

His hands were clenched in his shirt and his expression was one of agony.

Before he could even process what was going on Lance fell to the ground screaming as his body shrunk.

Shiro leapt from his seat dropping to the blue paladins side.

“Oh God Lance…”

He felt so powerless as he watched his friend in so much pain, unable to do anything but hold his hand and brush his fingers through his hair hoping it would be over soon.

It wasn’t.

Lance spent nearly twenty minuets shrinking down to a shockingly small twelve year old.

When he was done Lance was passed out in Shiro’s arms.

The ordeal has been horrific, Lance screaming and crying, begging Shiro to make the pain stop. He shuddered realising Lance had already gone through this before.

With a grim expression Shiro scooped him up far too easily and walked him over to the couch.

Lance was now a few inches shorter then Pidge.

—————————————

“Now are you sure this was the right way?” Coran asked as him and the rest of the team followed Keith through a thick jungle, their way eliminated by the oddly pink glowing plants.

“Yes.” He snapped.

“Yeah but you said that an hour ago, and the hour before that. Lance has to be like 14 by now.” Hunk added.

“I said I know where we’re going!” Keith snapped and imidiey regretted it seeing Hunks face. He was worried… they all were.

It was a race against the clock and if Keith didn’t deliver fast enough then it would be Lance to pay the price.

“Hello, Keith?”

Keith jumped, hearing Shiro’s voice over the coms. “Yeah I’m here… is Lance ok?”

The others stopped walking at the mention of Lance all turning to look at Keith.

Shiro was silent for a moment “no… he’s getting younger much faster then expected… he’s already twelve.”

The news hung in the air.

They were already on a tight time limit and that was when it was a year an hour. But now from the sounds of it Lance could go down a random number of years whenever.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to the pond within the next hour or so.” Keith tried to sound confident, for his teams sake… and for his own.

“Hurry… I’m not sure how many more episodes I can watch.”

With that Shiro shut off the coms.

—————————————

When Lance woke up to a pounding headache and staring at the ceiling of the common room, he couldn’t figure out why he was sleeping on the couch.

He groaned as he rolled off realising how thirsty he was.

However he rolled right onto the ground tripping over something.

“What the…”

He trailed off realising he hadn’t tripped over a blanket it was his jeans.

Lance scrambled to his feet, his pants remaining where they were.

He looked down at himself, his boxers were barley hanging on, not that it made much of a difference, his shirt was past his knees.

It was then that he remembered what happened.

Lance bolted from the room, not slowing down until he reached the bathroom and more importantly the full length mirrors.

Soon as Lance saw his reflection he dropped to his knees.

He looked just like he had before his growth spurt.

Back when he was every other thugs favourite punching bag.

Lance couldn’t breath.

5 years.

He had lost five years in less then three hours.

He didn’t even realise he had tears streaming down his face until Shiro found him and held him closer whispering comforting words as they just sat there on the floor.

Shiro rocking Lance gently in his lap.

He kept rocking him as the pain returned.

3

I’m so glad they gave Roadhog a more serious comic about what he thinks of the world after he fought so hard to protect his home. 

And then they did what I’d hope they’d do: 

They showed us how they met. 

And how Junkrat apparently just picks and chooses bodyguards out of random bars to take care of him… I guess it was fate.

Anyway, more importantly:

My favorite part, where he says Junkrat is a liar. 

So Blizzard is interested in giving Junkrat more than just the comic relief role. 

Roadhog says he’s a liar who lies to himself most of all.

Lies to himself about what?

I may be wrong and this may be open to interpretation, but maybe he means Junkrat’s hiding his true feelings about his circumstances, about being “happy” and energetic all the time. 

He’s “not the quiet type” so he lies loudly, as opposed to Mako, who hides the truth by saying nothing at all.

Some people bluster and talk to hide their insecurities or their pain. 

I really like this line. It adds a dimension to Junkrat that I hope we see. 

He’s full of bluster, a yappy little mad max chihuahua with smoking hair, but Mako’s smart enough to see more in him. 

He thinks very little of everyone, based on the previous dialogue:

“They deserve what they get” “World deserves them.”

Mako remembers the past, knows how this wasteland came to be and he’s disgusted by the people who’ve settled into it, who’ve made it their home, because they don’t care about what was lost, only what they can now gain.  

He might be looking for treasure and spoils with Junkrat, but I don’t get the feeling that he cares that much about it. 

Otherwise he wouldn’t claim the queen and the others were just fighting over scraps. 

Again, personal opinion. 

But I think he was just looking for a purpose. 

And a way to strike back at a world that never cared about him, that left him and his people and his home in ruins. 

So going all over the world, wrecking rich people’s shit, stealing gold and pachimaris with Junkrat… yeah, I think he’s doing it not because gold is all he cares about, or even Junkrat’s treasure, whatever it is. 

I mean, he doesn’t even know what Junkrat’s treasure IS here. I doubt it’s just money, that would be lazy of Blizzard. 

I think he’s doing it because he’s still aching over a failed rebellion and has nothing to lose. 

And why did he choose Junkrat to stick with?

Out of all the people in the world he could’ve stuck with?

Because Junkrat is a liar, who lies to himself. 

Because other people it would seem, are liars too, but they keep their lies to themselves, and Mako apparently trusts the “loud” type more than the quiet type. 

And like I said before, because he’s on a quest for revenge, because he wants the civilized world that made his home a living nightmare have a taste of their own medicine. And Junkrat, explosions-extraordinaire, noisy but trustworthy, a real idiot, but an honest one?

Well, it really was meant to be, I guess. 

He took him up on that offer quick, didn’t he?

Overwatch and the Great Retconning

So, I think there’s something fascinating going on with Overwatch Lore. I think we’re watching Blizzard rewrite unrevealed lore live in response to fan feedback. 

And I think it centers around Gabriel Reyes.

Originally, we were presented with the narrative that Reyes was the original Strike Team leader during the Omnic Crisis, was passed over for promotion. Worked with Jack and Ana for twenty years, then at some point got so resentful that he led an armed rebellion against them, resulting in the base exploding and him coming back as an angry smog ghost.

I have a feeling that the canceled First Strike graphic novel was entwined with this narrative, hinting at Gabriel’s future jealousy and villainy. 

Except, this is the age of social media and fandom engagement. People rejected that narrative, mostly because on it’s own, it is really stupid. People latched onto Gabriel Reyes as a character, and the idea that he brings down Overwatch out of base envy kind of ruins him. Why have a simply EVIL character when you can have a COMPLEX character? It also implies that a good chunk of Overwatch sided with Gabe over the issue of who go the statue and the big blue coat.

So, first strike was canceled, and we’ve been seeing Gabriel portrayed as still close with Jack and Ana.

And now, I theorize.

Gabriel WAS responsible for the fall of Overwatch, but not because he was mad about a promotion from twenty years ago, but because of a fundamental disagreement about what Overwatch was.

The new comic, Uprising, contains a few key moments.

First: Blackwatch is suspended, and Overwatch isn’t allowed to operate in Britain, but Gabriel sends McCree anyway, showing that he’s more concerned with doing good than following the rules.

Second: The entire comic is based around the struggle between following orders, and helping people who need help. Jack has a base full of agents trained to handle omnic extremists holding hostages in central London, but his hands are tied. 

Third: This panel

The implication seems to be that Overwatch wasn’t successful because they had the best gear, or the most skill. Overwatch succeeded because people got desperate enough to let them operate without oversight, free from politics and egos, dedicated entirely to the goal of winning the war. 

That was the Overwatch Strike Team that Gabriel Reyes led. A group of soldiers answerable to nobody, willing to do whatever it took, use whatever methods got results. Maybe they were the ones who blacked out Mexico, depriving the Omnics of power. Maybe they leveled chunks of Rio, gave the Outback to the Omnics, 

And that’s why Jack Morrison got the statue and the big blue coat. Because, while Gabriel Reyes may have won the war, he probably crossed a lot of lines to do so.  As Overwatch was transitioning from a wartime necessity to a global peacekeeping force, they needed somebody more controllable at the helm. 


Which brings us to the Fall of Overwatch. Gabriel Reyes has been running Blackwatch his way, doing whatever he feels is necessary without asking permission. But, it’s coming back to bite them, they’re being attacked on all sides, Ana has faked her death, leaving Jack and Gabe to battle over the future of Overwatch.

Jack holds to the dream that Overwatch can return to it’s prior status as a beloved global peacekeeping force, working with the UN, smiling and waving for the cameras. He’s crossed some lines (Like sending the team to London), but he thinks that was a one-time necessity. If asked to stay out, Overwatch should stay out. 

Gabriel on the other hand doesn’t care what people think. He LOVES that Jack sent the team to London, he HATES that Jack waited so long. He doesn’t think that Overwatch should be limited by the whims of politicians. He wants it to operate like they did during the Omnic Crisis, a free-roaming band of heroes doing what needed to be done. 
Basically, Lawful Good vs Chaotic Good. That’s the conflict that splits Overwatch.

As for the Explosion? Maybe it was caused by the fight, maybe it was Talon. 

Now, post-overwatch, their opinions have shifted. Jack, now Soldier: 76, thinks that Overwatch was a failed idea from the start. Any attempts to rebuild it will just lead to the same problem: Oversite vs Action. Ironically, he’s now become exactly what Gabriel wanted Overwatch to be. He’s a vigilante, operating outside the law, doing what he feels is necessary to make the world a better place. 

As for Gabriel? He’s Reaper now, and that’s amplified everything, but the main feeling is one of betrayal. From his perspective, everybody that didn’t side with him cared more about playing politics and looking good than actually doing their jobs. They betrayed him, Jack especially. Not that Reaper cares about making the world a better place. He’s mad that Jack turned against him, mad that he was turned into Reaper, Mad in general. 

But not about the Statue. It was never about the Statue. 

anonymous asked:

pls do bts as classmates to make me feel better about school starting

seokjin

  • the class clown
  • super popular
  • head of the drama club
  • talks during the lessons
  • balances pencils on his nose
  • highkey annoys all the teachers
  • says dumb stuff when he gets called on which makes everyone laugh 
  • i’m not saying this vine is him but that vine is him
  • slacks off during class because he always has the plug™ for answers on upcoming tests
  • “knock once if it’s A scratch ur nose if it’s B and blow a kiss if it’s C” 

Originally posted by yoonminnie

yoongi

  • the artsy cute guy who always smells like coffee
  • zones out during lessons
  • sits in the back with his headphones in
  • hides his phone behind a book and watches netflix
  • doodles instead of paying attention
  • either he’s sketching 
  • or writing names in a death note
  • no one knows
  • on rare days he’s in a really good mood and dropping funny sarcastic comments every now and then
  • has a tight knit group of friends
  • eats lunch in the music hall 
  • intimidating but once u get to know him he’s super sweet
  • orders pizza during class
  • has no fucks to give

hoseok 

  • one of the cool rebel kids
  •  u get forget he’s enrolled because he’s never there
  • strolls into class late every day 
  • chews gum really loud
  • “okay but how will trigonometry ever help me in the real world
  • u can hear the music through his earbuds from a mile away
  • throws a party at his house every weekend
  • never studies but somehow has all As
  • because he’s actually really smart
  • acts like he doesn’t care about school but secretly stays after school in the library reading 

Originally posted by bangtang-me

namjoon

  • teacher’s pet
  • has color coded notes with neat diagrams
  • and more highlighters than any normal human should possess
  • raises his hand to answer every question
  • reminds the teacher about homework before class ends
  • captain of the academic decathlon team
  • voted most likely to succeed
  • tried to set the frog used for dissections free
  • [throws it out the window]
  • BE FREE MY CHILD
  • namjoon it’s DEAD
  • is seokjin’s plug™ for answers

jimin

  • social butterfly 
  • so perfect and angelic it’s sickening
  • “sorry i was late, i was taking my neighbor’s kitten to the vet when i saw a homeless man who need a bus ticket, so i gave him mine :)”
  • voted prettiest smile, nicest hair, and most likely to be a backup dancer for beyoncé
  • didn’t even run but somehow became class president 
  • the only one who actually likes group work
  • popular but isn’t stuck up
  • flirts with the female teachers which gets him all As
  • wow mrs. you look gorgeous today ;)
  • has tea on everyone 

taehyung

  • the weird guy that all the girls have a crush on
  • lowkey thinks he’s better than everyone in the class
  • and let’s be honest he is
  • denies he’s rich yet wears designer brands
  • has 20/20 vision but wears glasses to look smart
  • looks like he has his shit together 
  • but procrastinates and is internally screaming half the time
  • in every social group
  • goes from the jock table to the nerd table to the preppy table all in one lunch period 
  • always tries to leave as soon as the bell rings
  • teacher: the bell doesn’t dismiss you, i do
  • taehyung: then why is there a bell ??

Originally posted by jjibooty

jungkook

  • the socially awkward jock
  • in every sport offered
  • including bowling
  • but unlike his teammates he’s not an asshole
  • quiet and keeps to himself
  • but once u get to know him you’ll need ear plugs
  • well mannered and polite to everyone
  • teachers pray that he ends up in their class
  • backpack looks like he’s hiding bodies in it
  • and he probably is
  • falls asleep in class 
  • because he stays up all night playing overwatch
  • but never gets in trouble
  • accidentally calls the teacher mom
  • several times

Originally posted by kookiewithak

I adore the duality of Tony Stark. Not the secret identity thing, but this idea, one that you get to see more of in the comics than the films (though IM1 did this a lot): the idea that there’s this aloof, cold businessman who puts on perfectly-tailored suits and snarks his way through a room and destroys opponents without a thought using an offhand quip, and resorts to pragmatism when nobody else will, and wears his playboy persona on his sleeve, and knows all the easiest ways to blow up a person or a world, and has a bit of a god complex, and used to be called the Merchant of Death -

- but he’s also the guy who wanders around like a zombie before the first coffee of the day, and works with his hands, and spends his time with mad-scientist hair and wearing scruffy vests covered in oil because he got caught up in his hard work and his passion for creation. He’s the guy who will do anything for his friends and makes silly jokes over breakfast and wholeheartedly, dorkily loves the Avengers, from the concept of it to the people in it. He falls hard for the people he loves, and is incredibly lonely. He’s the guy who goes to orphanages and holds babies when he can’t sleep, and adores kids. He’s the guy who cries easily, never thinks he’s doing enough, struggles with alcoholism and chronic illnesses, and desperately doesn’t want to be his father, no matter how much the media pins the opposite on him. He loves the world and the people in it, even when he kind of hates them, and is constantly working to make things better. He remembers his employees’ names and asks after their families. He tries to see the good in people and goes for rehabilitative over punitive justice wherever possible, even when it comes to villains who have actively tried to kill him. He’s known for how much he cares, exhaustingly, about everything. He’s the man who honestly has a good heart and is constantly trying to reach out, and often gets laughed at for his idealism. He’s a man who’s so often in pain, but tries to use it to improve the world rather than letting it destroy him.

Sure, I like his ruthlessness and some of his coolness, but I also love the guy who unironically adores classic Star Trek and makes absentminded Dune and Arthurian references and thinks equations are cool; who makes mental notes of his friends’ favourite breakfasts and takes young heroes under his wing and is semi-jokingly horrified when one doesn’t have a file system. Who goes “but why does that do that?” and wants to take everything apart and fix it so it can help people, and honest to god believes in a better future. 

(The movies are subtler about that side of him, but it’s still there. I mean, as a little thing, I’m always grateful they let RDJ put some of his own love of classic and sometimes silly rock into Tony Stark. Not just because I share that music taste, but I always like characters who are nerdy and wholehearted about at least something. But the bigger stuff, too: the between-the-lines moments: the naming his bots, the “here, have my whole R&D lab/my company/my home/my heart if you want it, why do you look so surprised?” That’s all straight from the comics. It’s just done slightly more snarkily and with a slightly shorter, brown-eyed Tony rather than a tall, blue-eyed one.)

But it’s still a very bad idea to piss him off.

He’s both. I love that he’s both.

Dean was yelling at Mary, telling her about how he hates her. And he keeps using examples including his brother’s struggles.
Sam lost the girl he loved.
Sam was tortured in hell.
Sam was possessed by Lucifer.
Sam lost his soul.
And then I realized. Dean was abused and traumatized and broken down so many times. He knows that what he went through is fucked up. He might not recognize the severity, but he’s not stupid. He knows his life was never fair to him.
But he’s still more angry about Sam’s trauma than his own. He still thinks Sam is more important. To his mother. To the world.
That makes me really sad.

So. Otabek Altin.

- Had his senior debut last year and got bronze at Worlds

- He doesn’t care about making friends w/ others

- He doesn’t hate people but he gives off that impression

- Yurio is the one exception 

- Yurio didn’t realize who he was at first when Otabek rescued him from his fangirls
- Otabek was in the novice class at the summer camp

- Also, the guidebook lists him as 18, what is the truth

- He knew if he couldn’t discover something no one else could do, he’d never win

- Even though he didn’t make podium, he left a strong impression on the entire world

- He didn’t stand out at all in his junior years but now he finds himself among the top senior skaters

- He trained in many countries

- Yakov was running the summer camp where he met Yurio

- His body is stiff and he can’t remember choreography quickly

- His junior years were a period of trial and error

- Okay yes it confirms here that JJ taught him the quad salchow

- Otabek’s strength is forging new paths for himself whenever he hits a wall

- He chose the Samarkand Overture 2 make a strong impact as a new entry to the ranks of top skaters

- His SP costume is meant to emphasis his status as the representative from Kazakhstan

- His skating is supposed to be very crisp and solid

- The image for his FS is “I will confidently lead my country! Follow me, my countrymen!”

(And this is why I love this character.)

Link: yumebeats

you know what quote kills me?

what if i’ve gone bad?”

harry potter, who was left for years to deal with abuse and neglect, who’s constantly questioning how he’s supposed to feel, how he’s supposed to react to these insanely horrible situations, who has the capability to not let his hand fell the man who sold out his parents

who has had to watch friends and guardians and loved ones die for a cause he never asked to be in 

what if i’ve gone bad?”

there’s too much fear and worry in that question. and that after so much resilience and strength, harry questions this about himself - it goes to show how little support for mental health and trauma there is in the wizarding world, of how large an oversight it was for the adults to have left him to deal with the aftermath of all this by himself. at the very core he’s still a kid. capable, yes, extremely so. but emotionally taken care of?

he’s just a kid. just harry. 

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

Obey (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Prompt: OH GOD WEREWOLF JIMIN AU SMUTSMUTSMUT I’m trash for dominant werewolf Jimin + Can you please write a smut (werewolf! jimin and reader) where he goes into heat, and gets really horny/possessive with the reader? Thank you very much~

Genre: Smut - Werewolf!AU (In Heat)

Words: 2.1K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Everyone has a bit of sadistic nature buried deep within the confines of their most intimate desires, a dark sensation that consumes the mind, body, and soul when the time is right. For Park Jimin, that animalistic desire was something that had cursed him since the day he first turned eighteen years old, a spark reigniting with each full moon. It devoured him whole, taking complete control of his body until he could quench the nearly insatiable thirst for dominance. 

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sub!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Dirty Talk, etc. 


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About Touka’s choice

I think it’s important to realize that Touka didn’t just choose her baby over Yoriko’s (her best friend’s) survival. 

Because, as a matter of fact she did, she tried to stop Kaneki from going, to save him too. Remember in the last chapter?

And in the new chapter…

Touka is not an idiot. They have talked about it before (ch122), so when she saw what he had hidden under his pillow, she realized that he was thinking about going to rescue Yoriko, which means that he was ready to endanger at least himself (if not some of his followers/their friends) to rescue just one person, probably all the more because this person is important to her. 

That’s why she didn’t say that she saw the paper about Yoriko’s death sentence, rather telling him that she was pregnant. 

Touka learnt her lesson during the Anteiku raid arc…

And she doesn’t even care about this rebellion, because living while you still can is the best she thinks she and others can do in this twisted world. 

To be honest, she’s probably never going to forgive herself for what might happen to Yoriko, however in this chapter, trying to stop Kaneki when he simply can’t save everyone (and when he’s so tired) was the most important to her. So she went against her own wishes and told him about the pregnancy, even though she’s aware it might not be viable. 

This chapter was sad. Even Kaneki’s wedding “proposal” is him basically apologizing and trying his best because he can’t choose. ;_;

As the TV Played.

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: Peter can’t ever pay attention if you’re around.

Warnings: Probably a cuss word, knowing me. And some cute fluff

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh


Star Wars episode II played in the background as you commented on the effects of it all, putting in your opinion on everything you possibly could. Though Peter wasn’t really listening. No, he was paying attention to how your lips moved when you said vowels, or how your face scrunched up whenever something violent showed on the screen. He saw how the light shone on your face, perfectly highlighting the best parts of your face. Your hair was pulled back messily, strands sticking out that he wanted to tuck behind your ears. Besides that, it framed you gorgeously, and he wondered why you didn’t do it more often.

He loved you. Yes, he loved his best friend. He loved every single upside and downside to you. He loved how passionate you got about the weirdest of things. And the way you smiled when you really meant it.

He lived for the times where you would visit him in the middle of the night, far past when everyone should be sleeping, and turn on the radio to some 80s channel, and ask. Ask him about literally anything. And when he wasn’t there, he would find you sitting on the floor next to his bed, sound asleep hours later.

He couldn’t help but fiddle with your hair whenever you sat close enough to him. It was so just soft, and he didn’t understand how it could get that soft. It smelled like rain and happiness. Which described you as best as humanly possible.

And the way you treated him. After everything, you always had his back. You knew right away when he was having a problem, and fixed it just by being yourself. You knew when to hug him, or have a movie night, or simply offer advice. You were there 24/7, supportive as always. And when he needed it most.

He appreciated the slim but amazing times you walked three miles to go to the best diner In town, laughing together until four hours before school. Spending too much money on the almost broken jukebox in the corner.

And god, he loved the way you looked at him with pure amazement, followed by, “I can’t believe you.”

He was mesmerized. Enchanted by your simple existence. He fell hard. And he was reminded of just how hard he’d fallen every time he looked at you.

He couldn’t fully understand why it was that you were friends with him. He thought that you were a thing that couldn’t possibly improve. Even your imperfections were beautiful. He didn’t know why you laughed at his jokes, because you were so much funnier. You were smart beyond your years, another thing he adored about you. Peter was craving to know: why him?

But he would never ask, in fear of losing you. If he lost you.. god. His world would crash right in front of him. Never had he put so much emotion into one person. He had never cared so much, or let anyone see him - every single side of him. You knew so much more than anyone else, and if it was suddenly gone? He couldn’t fathom.

“Pete? You okay?” you asked, snapping him out of his trance

“Yeah, yeah. Just…. admiring you.”

“Well, uh.. thank you.” You blushed, he could tell - a look he could get used to in the future.

the rough times of the day

“GUUUHHH”

Another wave on sickness rushed through Bendy as the last bit of his last meal was again rejected by his body now laying in the bucket before him which he was gripping for dear life. Tears where starting to collect them self’s at the edges on his eyes and the bitter sting left behind by the thick black liquid dripping down his chin made him want to throw up again but there was nothing to throw out anymore.

“come on Bendy big breaths” his brother said in a soft voice, gently petting his back to help him through the pulsing pain wreaking his body.

Bendy gripped the bucket a bit tighter feeling something all too familiar slowly crawl its way into his senses sticking his nerves with a fear of what’s about to come next

“oh no”

Boris pulled his hand back a little so it was hovering above Bendy’s back but not touching him.

“Bendy?”

A scream ripped itself from Bendy’s throat, a hot shot of crippling pain wreaking through his abandon as if his body was rejecting its own stomach. His arms shot out to his lower body gripping into his own skin so tight that if he wasn’t crippling under the pressure of his disease slowly destroying his body, he would have feared he tear open his skin.

Bendy was vaguely aware of the bucket tipping over and falling out of his lap, spilling the black stuff everywhere and leaving behind an gut wrenching sour smell.

“I’M GONNA DIE, I WANT TO DIE”

Boris quickly placed his hand back on Bendy’s lower back and let the other find its way to the others knee, little tear welled up in his eyes, not being able to bear looking at his brother in so much pain.

“n-no Bendy don’t say that be strong oke, you’ll be oke.. j-just hold on”

Another scream was forced out Bendy, still gripping into his stomach, the red hot pain ripping both his mind and will apart like it was a piece of paper.

“BROTHER I CAN’T IT’S TO MUCH I CAN’T PLEASE JUST LET IT END”

Bendy sobbed, it was too much to handle. The heat it was too much he was losing his damn mind, He couldn’t he just couldn’t.

“bendy”

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around Bendy’s shoulders, pulling him quickly but gently against Boris chest that was shacking from the sobs and hiccups going through him.

“please it’ll be oke brother just don’t lose hope please”

Boris held Bendy closer to himself like his was trying to squeeze away the illness that was wreaking his brother. 

Bendy breathing picked up some more, swallowing big gulps of air like he never had taken a breath in his life. trying to shut it out the feeling of his nerves burning and screaming out in bloody murder. Trying to push through and passed the crippling hot pain and the feeling his lungs where getting skinned alive.

If not for himself he was trying for somebody who still needed him, the person he cared about most in the world, “for Boris” he told himself .

Slowly ever so slowly relaxed even if it was just a tiny bit, the pain died down enough for him to regular his breathing and lean against Boris, too exhausted  to move.   

“it’s oke”

Boris squeezed Bendy a little closer to him, tears now freely going down his face.

“it’ll always be oke, I know you’re strong enough Bendy”

A little smile showed itself on Bendy’s lips when Boris started wiggling his tail happily, glad that his brother was more or less oke now.

“I’m not strong” Bendy said with a weak voice that was still tuckered out from all that screaming. “you’re the only reason I keep fighting Boris” he said with a soft sigh, now relaxing fulling against the other, leaning his head against Boris chest.

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i tried 

you probaly get a fuck ton of these already but meh i thought you might like this one

(sorry i’m a shitty writer)

anyhow this is based on that little comic when bendy was pretty much dying but not quite

welp here you go have fun with it 

fic by idk-likesomeone

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thank you for this awesome fic! 

actually I didn’t get any fanfic about this AU; you’re the first bruh!

I added a little art if you don’t mind ^^

God “gets” you. He “gets” every other person on this earth. He even understands the people who don’t understand you. He even knows why they don’t understand you and He’s working in their lives in ways that you can’t even understand. That’s how deep God’s love goes

And the very hairs on your head are all numbered… - Luke 12:7

The reason this is so important is because we often get discouraged when others don’t “get” us.

Maybe you’ve felt misunderstood by family members and loved ones.

Perhaps you interviewed with a company, but no matter how much enthusiasm and skill you exhibited, they seemed to look right through you.

Maybe you thought you had something special with someone, but they randomly stopped texting or wanting to hang out.

Perhaps you were in a relationship with someone who only cared about what you could offer physically or emotionally, but wasn’t interested in respecting what God was doing in your life.

No matter how many of these kind of experiences you’ve had, remember that if God is truly going to be first in your life, you must consider His thoughts about you first. You must look to Him for affirmation and assurance before you look anywhere else. This is what will help you remain secure when you’ve been misunderstood, looked over, or ignored. Of course, in a perfect world, people would be understanding of one another and you would never have to deal with this, but we don’t live in a perfect world. However, God’s’ perfect love is still powerful enough to cover every ounce of imperfection on this earth.

So you can talk to Him about everything. Talk to Him about every single thing that other people don’t seem to understand about you because He does. If you’re struggling with trusting Him in this, the best way to deal with it is still, to talk to Him! So don’t get so worried about who’s not getting you or what you’re going through. Other people can be very valuable in our lives, but God still knows all and is still in full control!

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

You’re Not Dad

A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:

Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Originally posted by zest-wincest

You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.

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That scene where Touichirou self destructs and Serizawa just stands there and cries because I guess Claw had been his whole world for years and he just realized the man he looked up to and counted on for help to become a slightly more functional human being never remotely cared about him in the first place.

It was given very little space in the comic, but it just made me really sad.

BNHA Feudal Japan AU Translation

Art by hiroaca_ake || Translation by seairu

Midoriya Izuku

Was living an ordinary life, helping Midoriya restaurant. Comes across Katsuki and Shouto one day.

“Midoriya-chan~”

Deku: “Yes, coming!”

Good at befriending people, making him adored by older frequent costumers.

Todoroki: “Your evidence is?”

Witnessed the true culprit by chance, helped Bakugou who was framed as the thief.

Bakugou: “Listen. I didn’t want your help nor did I need it. Clear?!”

Got despised instead of thanked. Looks up to the unrestricted life of a samurai, but because of his social status and talent chose to help his mother. Talented at archery. Scars on the right hand

Bakugou Katsuki 

From a high-ranking family, but hid his status and slipped out of the manor alone. The only son of the Bakugou family - famous samurai lineage, but is not interested in succeeding it. Not really a spoiled brat type of guy, having chances to learn about the world from his frequent sneak-outs.

Deku: “I saw it! This person is not a thief..!" 

Bakugou: "Hah?" 

Got mistaken as a thief by some noble’s underlings, was about to take care of the matter by himself when Midoriya stepped in.

Brings traditional katana everywhere. 

Bakugou: ‘No sane person would do that in that situation..’ 'How disrespectful, I never wanted help." 

Can’t understand Midoriya speaking up for him when they’ve only just met. As expected from a family of samurais, has exceptional sword skills. 

Especially has good fighting senses, so he’s also very powerful in hand-to-hand combats.

Bakugou: "Why are you standing there like a dork?" 

Deku: "Why are you here?!" 

Is actually pretty serious in formal meetings.

Todoroki Shouto 

The youngest of the Todoroki family, a high noble with long history. Has the best sword skills among his brother, so is burdened by all the expectations for him to succeed his father. 

Todoroki: "Hey,you…" 

Deku: "Yes?" 

Todoroki: ”…What is your name?“ 

Got pickpocketed, his underlings thought Bakugou was the thief and pulled out their swords. Got interested in Midoriya when he jumped in to stand up for Bakugou. He was actually pretty cool about the whole pickpocket thing.

Todoroki: "He’s not someone low as you can dare to lay hands on." 

Has ruthless side. Even more so when something he likes is involved.

Frequently clashes with Bakugou. 

Todoroki: "Guess you have nothing better to do…" 

Bakugou: "HAH?!" 

Was in a block that he couldn’t put everything he has in his sword skills, but overcame it after meeting Midoriya.

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#bellamy fucking blake #is such a tragic hero #he is atlas carrying the whole world on his shoulders #not even caring if it crashes him #bellamy blake #who values everyone’s life above his own #who didn’t think for a moment he deserved to be on that ship #that he deserved to take someone’s place #that will do anything to save everyone #and die watching them be safe with a fucking sad smile on his face #and tears in his eyes #bellamy who all his life gave and gave without asking anything in return #and who is willing to die that way too #bellamy who always read books about heroes #but never thought he was one 

based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant

She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.

“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.

“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.

“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”

“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.

She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.

“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.

It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.

“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”

She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.

“Got your back,” they said together.

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