this decade

anonymous asked:

Idk if this is a good prompt but trans sportacus leaves his binder on too long while he's hanging out with robbie. *Note: it is bad to leave binder on for to long.*

This is a GREAT prompt, thank you~

The first trans Sportacus prompt, which this ended up being a sequel to, can be read [here on ao3] or [here on tumblr].

Sportacus ran a hand over one of the disguise machine tubes, “You made all these outfits yourself?”

“Yes,” Robbie answered from the far side of the ramp, “I put a lot of work into making you leave town.”

“That doesn’t sound very lazy of you.”

“Why do you think I stopped doing it?”

“Because we’re friends?”

Robbie made a face, “Don’t say ‘friends’ like that. I swear, someone is going to come in and take my villain license.”

Sportacus let out a laugh. He was about to assure Robbie that he was still villainous enough when a sharp pain erupted in his torso. He hissed and automatically put a hand over the left side of his rib cage, trying to breathe through the pain. Every time his lungs expanded with air, he felt the sting again.

“Sportacus?” Robbie was beside him in an instant, ‘What’s wrong? What hurts?”

Through gritted teeth, Sportacus said, “My-my ribs. Just give me a second.” He sucked in shallow breaths, trying to convince his ribs that he needed air to live. It took a few excruciating moments but eventually the pain subsided. 

Sportacus straighten and lightly massaged his side. He gave Robbie a small smile, “I’m fine now.”

Robbie still looked concerned, “How long have you been wearing your binder?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

Sportacus felt his face color, “Um, I’m not sure? I put it on before I helped Ziggy out of the tree…”

“That was this morning. Have you taken it off since?”

“Well…” Sportacus thought about it, “I guess not. It’s been a pretty busy day so I haven’t gotten back up to my-”

“Sportastupid, you’ve had it on for almost 12 hours?!” Robbie threw his hands in the air, exasperated, “Why- That’s- That’s unhealthy! Take it off!”

“Now? Here?! Wait,” Sportacus held up his hands, not wanting Robbie’s abrupt panic to make things confusing, “Stop. Why do you know it’s unhealthy to leave a binder on that long?”

“I did some research after our… talk last week,” Robbie explained, “I actually wasn’t completely sure what a binder was so I looked it up. Of course I knew what they were for, but not how they worked,” He leveled a stern yet disappointed look at Sportacus, “And every website agreed to not wear one for longer than 8 hours at a time. And you’ve gone way passed that. No wonder your ribs are hurting you.”

Sportacus knew Robbie was right. Taking it off would be the best. But the idea of Robbie seeing him, once again, without his binder made him consider just fighting through the pain and leaving it on. From the look on Robbie’s face, however, Sportacus doubted he could get away with that.

“Okay,” he said, even as anxiety spiked through his stomach, “I’ll take it off.”

“Good. Bathroom’s down the hall.”

Sportacus made his way to the surprisingly clean bathroom. It took a few minutes and a lot of wincing to wrestle out of his shirt and binder but he finally had them off. He was just wondering if he should go back to his ship and cut this whole visit short when there was a knock at the door. 

For a terrifying second, Sportacus thought Robbie was going to come in. 

“Y-yeah?” He called, turning away from the door just in case.

“I’ve got something you can wear,” Robbie said through the door, “It might make you more comfortable.”

Sportacus heard Robbie snap his fingers. A moment later, there was a puff of white smoke and a purple hoodie fell to the floor. 

“Also,” Robbie went on as Sportacus picked up the hoodie, “I just realized that you made me give you a health lecture. I’m definitely losing my villain license.”

Unhindered by the binder, Sportacus was able to laugh. He put his shirt back on and tugged the hoodie over his head. It was a size too big and just baggie enough that one almost couldn’t tell he wasn’t wearing his binder. The anxiety faded somewhat.

With a grin, Sportacus opened the bathroom door. Robbie was still standing there.

“Better?” Robbie asked.

“Much better. Thank you.”

anonymous asked:

I always thought that the implication of there being no adult campers in CHB (and nothing being said about people graduating out of CHB [to my knowledge]) was that rarely - if ever - did demigods actually survive into adulthood.

right so where do they go. they get kicked out of camp and abandoned to die once they get past college age? like. come on.

will anything ever be as iconic and savage as when sally jackson, percy jackson’s mother, used the decapitated head of the medusa to turn her abusive husband to stone, and then sold him as a statue to an art gallery to critical acclaim and used the resulting funds to pay to attend college and start her dream life as a writer

Please don’t forget that Asian American immigration history exists and is being used as precedent for a lot of gross policies, like directly with Japanese Internment making the Trump Admin think Muslim Internment is an option. Don’t forget that even President Obama erased our immigration history in his farewell address when he compared immigrants of today to the Irish and German and Poles and said nothing of the Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Filipino, South East Asian, Vietnamese, “waves” of immigrants literally imported to work the fields bc they would take a lower wage. Don’t forget about the refugees that fled the Vietnam and Korean and other wars and regime changes that came here to start from nothing and are now our nail salon jokes. Our history is full of disgusting immigration acts created by the US govt and they have the gall to pat us on the head and call us a model minority.

Don’t let them get away with it. History is supposed to teach us not to do bad things again.

So I just saw [this post] on my dash and wanted to add on but the post was already super long so. Here are some things I’ve learned from about a decade of martial arts (both practicing, competing, and teaching) that might be useful for writers:

  • If your character practices martial arts at a school, know that every school will teach that particular style a little differently. 
  • If your character doesn’t have flexibility/doesn’t stretch. they. will. hurt. themself. trying. to. kick. Even if it’s just waist-high. People who aren’t used to fighting will pull something.
  • People who have been training for a long time will have stronger hands/feet. 
  • Grappling is dirty work. You’re on the ground, you’re grabbing what you can, it’s not as hot as you might think it is.  
  • Holds/grappling/etc. are ingrained reactions. If someone grabs your wrist, reacting immediately is something that is a trained reaction. Same with throwing someone over your shoulder. The steps are practiced again and again and again until they’re gut reactions. 
  • Building off that: even if you’ve trained with a million of these drills, real life is always a little different. You have to be ready to improvise.
  • For the love of all that is holy, karate is not a universal name for martial arts. There are usually modern/sport and traditional versions of martial arts. In my experience, bits and pieces from others will mix together. (for example, I learned a lot of aikido and judo learning self-defense in taekwondo)
  • The effectiveness of the way your character fights can depend a lot on where and how they learned how to fight.
  • This may not be important for writing fight scenes in general, but just as a side note: martial arts have philosophies. If your character is trained in a particular MA, make sure to do research on that philosophy. It might be important to your characterization. 
  • Getting hit hurts. Unless you’ve been fighting for a while and are used to getting hit, you’re gonna be shocked. 
  • The most strategic person is going to lose at least 80% of their thought-process when fighting. The RDJ Sherlock Holmes fight scenes? Where he thinks everything out? Nah man. A lot of fighting is muscle memory & practiced combos. 

Okay but why did Harry have to look at the picture of him and Louis to say it was photoshopped? Like my dude I thought ya were just friends? And why did he look mad shaky? Ain’t ya just friends? Also, why that lady seem disgusted by my Tiny Son and my Alien Son kissing? I mean we know the answer to that but let’s put that seemingly homophobic woman on the spot.

remember that Buzzfeed article released earlier last week that ripped into Taylor Swift for making her career off of playing the victim? at the bottom of the article it now says