this has a very different meaning if you ignore the third frame

Honestly, the argument over Lyanna’s consent could easily be settled by answering only four questions:

  • Was her consent voluntary?

  • Was her consent free?

  • Was her consent informed?

  • Was her consent ongoing?

I’m going to set aside Lyanna’s age for now despite how this alone invalidates any argument for consent since Lyanna was a minor even by Westerosi standards and thus incapable of giving consent. But I know that people will come out from the woodworks claiming that “this was how things were back then” which is factually incorrect, and “we shouldn’t apply our modern world’s rules to medieval period” which…. why shouldn’t I? The text calls Lyanna a “child-woman” and goes a long way in establishing her youngness, powerlessness and impulsiveness. It shows how a somewhat similar “relationship” between Cersei and Lancel - which also includes a fucked up power dynamic and an older “partner” using the younger one’s naivete for their own purposes - was devastating to Lancel’s psyche. We argue about the skewness of Dany\Drogo and what it means for the definition of their relationship, we argue about how Cersei and Lancel’s relationship could not be considered consensual despite Lancel saying yes. So why should I ignore the same considerations when it comes to Lyanna and Rhaegar?

However, let’s put that aside for a little while as we try to answer the above questions. Consent is not just about saying yes: for Lyanna’s consent to be valid and accepted, it had to be voluntary, free, informed and ongoing, otherwise it was not consent. But did these adjectives truly apply to Lyanna’s situation?

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Adam’s Rib (part 1 of 3)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: Lin is a bartender. You need a drink.

Word Count: a fuck ton (approx 18k)

A/N: it’s problematic and full of plot holes but maybe let it go and try and enjoy it

So, this has been a long time coming, we know. It’s been a whirlwind of a time, and we can’t tell you how much has gone into this. We just wanted to thank all of you for being so patient with us, we know this took so much longer than we anticipated it would. 

Thank you so much for supporting our lack of chill and insanity, it truly means so much to us that we have such an incredible following, and we still can’t believe all of you exist! We love you all so very much!! Both of us are extremely emotional about every single aspect of this universe, and we are legitimately super excited to show you what we’ve been concocting this entire time (so much yelling behind the scenes, y’all, omg). 

Warnings: for now, it’s just alcohol and drinking, but this may or may not get a bit darker in parts two and three.

And now, without further ado, we hearby present part ONE of THREE of Adam’s Rib.

– Team GTNW –

“Hey, Lin, could I get another beer?”

“Stan,” Lin sighed, resting his hands on the bar in between them. “We both know you don’t need another.”

“Come on, you already took my keys so what harm could it do?”

Lin raised his eyebrows at the patron, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a fondness for wearing Hawaiian shirts in winter. As a bartender, Lin technically had the right to cut Stan off, call his slurring ass a cab, and move on to serving the handful of other patrons hanging around the bar at nine p.m. on a Tuesday.

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To my Dearest Regret, With Hope

Request: Listen. I’m legit bawling. I’m crying. My heart has been broken and scarred. You did that! I need a part 4 please or I might just die, M. Your writing is gonna kill me someday, you queen of angst, you. AND other sweet comments! THIS IS A PART OF THE To Newt, With Love series

Word Count: 2,627

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @gemininomad @fangirlingandcrying @adellyhatter-blog @ryeosomnia

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Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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Wait, You’re Not Together?

In which everyone sees the way they act around each other

Kara still claims they’re “just friends” and “it’s how friends act around each other”

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Kara furrows her brows as she reads the text one more time.

Because after months (twelve months and thirteen days to be exact), Cat Grant (Ms. Grant) showed a sign that she’s alive, well and is, in fact, up to date on what’s happening in National City.

It’s a simple message, three lines, and Kara surely reads it at least four times and she still doesn’t get it:

10:25am – [received from Ms. Grant] – Just read your last article on L-Corp and Lena Luthor. I hope she treats you well.

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Contradictions in the creator quotes

I now stand firmly corrected in my misassumption that the big reveal would mean we would revisit the entire show in light of the ending and see an intricate plan. An emotional context we the audience were meant to miss. I was right. As were others. Problem was, it was a sister all along. Unfortunately the sister rugpull rather than a romance rug pull is the less convincing story arc. What we got instead was a finale that makes in retrospect much of what preceded it seem nonsensical at surface level if we accept the finale as the “solution” or the definitive story. How did we get that wrong? I was never a conspiracy fan. It relied on too much “it can only mean one thing” from mountains of data. When the narrative and the claims of creators lying as a benevolent secret keeping was all that was necessary to see a romantic endgame. I opted always for a simple solution. The simplest most probable answer. And that was heavily reliant on my trust in Mofftiss as good storytellers and good show runners. That was for me my biggest error.

If this was not “gay” but “trash”, how did it to get to be *this* trash?
How is it we were so wrong in predicting the endgame across various different theory camps of this fandom? What weaknesses on their part were we overlooking? Or not privy to? Or ignoring. Or not adequately assessing - so that coincidences were ironically a sign of laziness, or clever writing instead turns out to be poor writing - a series of tricks rather than a plan?

Because the end result is simultaneously infuriating and “Meh.” Two things that should not comfortably go together. A rug pull should leave you so impressed you don’t mind being infuriated. You applaud and shout, “oh you tricked me! Well done! How DID you do it?!” And yet, here we are.

Some fans are deciding to keep the faith - hoping for a final rug pull that will show they really were as good as we believed. I’m not there. I am opting to make a deduction and coming to a probable conclusion based on the data we have. No conspiracy. No cruel intentions. Just a series of unfortunate events.

For as much as I am loathe to say this, I think from an executive production point of view, the absence of someone like Steven Thompson means the absence of a critical third voice.
I don’t know why he left but he should have been replaced by *someone*. Mofftiss were clearly given far too much credit and license. Where was the necessary script editing to rein in their now glaringly patent self indulgent natures?
Keeping secrets to the degree they have, and being allowed to, has been proven a big executive error. Because no one was able to say hold on, how will this play out coherently? Virtually every single thing that frustrates the viewer from TEH on right through to the last frame of TFP could have been avoided if they had had a 3rd voice they listened to and who had the authority to thoroughly critique their plans. They were over indulged in all the wrong places.

TAB was a masterpiece but I suspect not for the reasons *they* think it was. They literally do not appear to have seen what it was they were writing. Or they did and defied the results on screen.
Every critique I have, or have seen, comes down in the end to that. Letting them keep secrets from their cast and crew was a glaring warning that there was no one with the authority or the necessary expertise on board to keep them in check and join up the dots.

Moffat and Gatiss have clearly been working without an outside writer’s voice who has authority that they would listen to. Since TEH it has been a problem that only compounds. The errors build on themselves.
It resulted in a finale that many critics and fans are unconvinced by for *multiple different* reasons. It was only at the end that we see just how much they were driving the show haphazardly and possibly the wrong direction.

There’s an analogy that comes to mind. One reason a manager is paid more than their secretary is that if the secretary makes a mistake their errors have less consequences in the grand scheme. You will likely notice their failings very quickly. The manager meanwhile has the ability to make errors that will not only have bigger impact but will not necessarily be immediately obvious. The more power you have the longer it will take for the true and full negative impact of your decisions to be realized. Because as a decision plays out it creates other decisions in a ripple effect that take time to play out. Of course you can offset this by critiquing the decisions before finalizing them, and thinking through what the consequences might be. If you don’t then what will happen? You can only trust the manager. You assume *they* have thought it through and assessed the potential flaws and risks and negative outcomes. That they have a plan to offset any negative consequences or prevent them from happening.
Making sound decisions demands either a high level of self-critique or a system that lets criticism in. To test your plan. To raise the issue of unintended consequences. Not with an intention of blocking success but to *ensure* it.

This show was, I fear, failing at that far earlier than anyone really knew and I don’t think TBTB see it even now. A clear warning flag that many of us picked up on at the time was AA not being told Mary was going to be revealed an assassin. That was an error that not only impacted her performance (think of her as a secretary who realizing an error she didn’t even mean to make or even knew she was making then has to then self-correct on the fly). but it crucially should have signaled a much bigger managerial error that would have a series of far more fundamental negative results. That secrecy meant that no one else got to say, um… are you sure about this plot line? Have you planned any of this out adequately and considered the long term consequences on the narrative? Because if you head down this path you may not be able to undo it. You can’t just make it up as you go. Think this all out. How will this all fit? What ongoing story are you serving here? Where do you want to land?

But the manager was trusted rather than questioned. The only negative consequence was thought to be its impact on Amanda. No biggie. She’s a professional. She can recalibrate to accommodate the performance errors she unwittingly made. Tiny errors that Mofftiss assumed were no big deal, having incorrectly assumed that it would be a better surprise reveal if she was acting blind of what was to come. But that meant she was serving a different story than them. She had no choice but to. It put emphases in potentially the wrong places. Her fellow actors are in turn then reacting to her acting choices and she is reacting to them. But that notion that if they don’t know anything, or, “just assume your character knows nothing because it doesn’t matter”, is not how acting works. They didn’t trust her. I suspect they were doing this all along to their actors. Not actually trusting their skills or adequately hearing their own unfolding insights from inside the characters. So that the cast were acting repeatedly on false sets of assumptions. So too probably were the directors and crew. As a result, what shows up on screen is not what they all think they are making. They all think they are making a slightly different show.

And the widest gap is between what Mofftiss had in their heads and what was on screen. Next down the pecking order is what Martin and Ben thought they were doing. In light of TFP there are acting choices and editing choices over which take of a scene to use (going by the commentaries) that suggest there was no 3rd party with the authority to hear their conversations and say, have you considered that the actors understand the characters better than you do? If that’s true, how might they see the path they are on? Do you realize that if you use this take you are placing an emphasis you should then follow through on.

And no one had the power to point it out and not be shrugged off. So in retrospect, there are scenes that now seem totally overplayed or emotionally on the wrong foot. And the problem is, which ones were out of character in light of TFP? Because I think that’s up for debate.

This was a show attempting to be very clever and yet apparently was very much NOT thought through. The fundamental fan error was assuming stuff could not possibly be coincidence. Others went further and assumed not just endgame narrative but an incredibly intricate conspiracy that they were hiding in plain sight so the fans could guess what the end game was.

But that was never the only option. The one thing that kept getting sidelined was the possibility that they thought they all knew what they were doing but didn’t. That their plans were flawed. And that it wasn’t that they were intentionally writing a narrative that fans could subtextually read. Rather the creators could not see it. Which produced a ton of unintended coincidences. They wrote it and acted it and designed around it and scored it and could not see the wood for the trees. Because what Mofftiss said ultimately ruled at the end.
And that is paradoxically *why* the love story works. Why there are so many coincidences. Because the story we read fitted the rules of storytelling even while Mofftiss tried to defy those very rules. To insist they weren’t telling it.
They simply ignored what many others could see - the story they were telling in spite of themselves. They assumed their intent was more powerful a force. And in that burned the heart out of their own show. So that the finale focused on Sherlock and Eurus in a self indulgent Bond meets gothic horror genre fantasy when in fact this was always meant to be about Sherlock and John. Even platonically, they failed in TFP to deliver on that adequately. They shoved it to the side so it was virtually a subplot. The wrote the wrong kind of ending for a story they were all unconsciously writing, acting, directing, designing, scoring. The very heart of ACD’s stories. The bond between the 2 heroes. A love story, even if one that was limited in its physical or sexual expression.

They tried to refocus at the end on John and Sherlock and in their fast cut blink and you miss it montage they made yet another massive error. A huge one.
They gave Mary the voice that rightly belonged to go back to John - the Boswell, the blogger, the original storyteller. So he could explain what he and Sherlock are. They did it in TAB. Sherlock understood that in TAB. That John’s public narrative is not the truth. That there is an emotional story the public doesn’t see. An emotional Sherlock the Strand reading or blog reading public doesn’t see. They should have let Sherlock’s intuition and unconscious insight be proven right in real life in the 21st century. They should have replayed that aspect of TAB in the real world. Instead, confusingly, they did the exact opposite - so much so John couldn’t tell if Sherlock was faking his own self destruction.
He couldn’t tell the story if he tried. He needed a second opinion. A big clue that they had made a mistake - the same mistake that led them to introduce Mary’s DVD messages:

Mary was never the storyteller. But they tried to make her one. It was a very flawed decision. One of so many. All interlinked. And all ultimately as result of not thinking it through. They stopped serving the core story and served themselves on a personal fan boy level. They tried to be clever and completely missed the emotional context which they claimed was what this show was supposed to all be about. At a surface textual level. And a brief montage of the future feels like a rushed and inadequate pay off to that original intent. With the wrong narrator - with Mary as our intermediary - we are now inexplicably kept more at a distance from them than we were at the start. After going through hell with them.

I suspect that around TRF they began to lose the plot. They began to think details don’t matter. Even though they then discovered fans were weaving intricate explanations for how sherlock lived they persisted in letting details go. Waving it all off to please themselves and evade scrutiny. Mistake.
All the contradictions in cast and crew commentaries and interviews point to that. And fans, me included, assumed they were smarter than that. We kept trying correct the story to make it make sense by assuming they must be telling a different story. Problem was we didn’t give enough air time to imagining a trash ending and looking for clues of what it might be. We wrote far too generous meta. We gave them way more credit than they were due. They really weren’t the storytellers we thought they were. They were just fan boys amusing themselves for a rug pull that was in the end not very interesting or as original as they think. And certainly not groundbreaking.
Rather than correcting what everyone else got wrong, they hatched up an inadequate plan and made poor decisions. Everyone else put far too much trust in them as writers. And it all culminated in an ending that throws up huge retrospective questions about swathes of what preceded it. It potentially breaks the story so that a rewatch will not make sense.

I see little or no reason to come to any other conclusion. It fits all the rules of probability. They just weren’t good enough writers. They put ego before the heart of the narrative and were indulged by too many others.

There may be other probable conclusions. But the least generous is the most sense making one to my mind right now. It requires no leaps of logic.

Belladonna Farm (Part 1)

Yay! The first part of my new Nessian series! This will be a seven part fic and will have a couple aesthetic boards to go with it. 

Fun Fact: The setting for this fic is a real place that I have been to and took pictures of for the aesthetics. Everything about it is 100% true except for the mountains (which I added because Illyrians).

Please let me know what you guys think! 

Tagging: @aelinxfeyre @rowanismybae (let me know if you want to be added to this tag list!)

Aesthetic Board 1



1. also called deadly nightshade. a poisonous plant, Atropa belladonna, or the nightshade family, having purplish-red flowers and blackberries

2. Italian for ‘beautiful lady’


Nesta checks her phone again, squinting as she tries to understand the directions the stupid GPS app is telling her. She is pretty sure that it is completely wrong. After all, the last town is twenty miles back, and all around her are corn fields, with a small mountain range situated behind them. The road she is currently driving on is paved, but has many potholes, and the closest neighbors are several kilometers apart. Surely her late Aunt Ripleigh - who had loved to talk all day if she had an audience - wouldn’t want to live all the way out here in the middle of nowhere.

Of course, that may as well have been Nesta’s city heart talking. She could never imagine staying in a place like this for a long period of time, corn fields surrounding you, the sun beating down constantly. As it is, she has the air conditioning blasting in her car and the humidity is still getting to her hair. Not that she has anyone to impress. Nesta briefly feels a bit grateful for a week with no one around. Maybe she won’t even do her makeup while she’s staying here. Wherever here is.

As she continues to drive down the dull, straight road, Nesta once again curses the circumstances that put her here. Of course, she has no one to blame, because she can’t very well blame her dead great aunt for naming her in her will. Although Nesta fiercely wants to be angry that Aunt Ripleigh had decided that she should be the one given the farm house at the base of a mountain.

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3rd Hour: Bad Behavior- Jimin(Smut)

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

1st Hour: Bangtan High- Jungkook

2nd Hour: A Helping Hand- Taehyung

The only thing he can ace is participation. In and out of the classroom

Req: May i have an Office smut between the reader and Jimin please?

Req: a series of high school au for each member? can be smut or fluff!

“Oh god.” You moan as soon as you enter the principal’s office with a stack of neatly aligned papers, watching a smug grin curl on Jimin’s lips as he sits in the principal’s reclining chair.

“Hello Y/N.” His eyes roam your attire, displeased to find barely a lick of exposed skin from your stockings to the hem of your skirt.

“Nice try.” You jut out a hip, neatly placing the stack of papers on the corner of the desk.

“Such a kind and orderly office aide.” Jimin hums, giving you a thin look laced with bad intention. “It’s always so nice to see you.”  

You couldn’t say the same, especially after having him in here nearly every day for the past few weeks. And especially after having to be in the same school as him since middle school where you confessed your love and had him laugh in your face.

So you couldn’t really describe his all too regular visits as nice.

It seemed every time he came the reasons became stupider and stupider, as if he was just looking for an excuse to get another red card. You can’t deny the first time he came in you were a little flushed to see him, for even your reasonable demeanor could not resist the temptation of his godly looks.

You believed him to be a good student, maybe a fuck boy since he always had girls on every arm but good for him. He was getting more action in a day then you had in your life. You had to give credit where credit was due.

Now though you are just annoyed. With his presence. With his looks. And how your stomach still panned out every time you came into contact with him. From lust or dread you wished you didn’t know.  

“What are you even doing in here? Oh, wait, let me rephrase that, what did you do this time to end up in here? And why are you sitting in the principal’s chair?

“So many questions.” He rolls his eyes, taking a lip between his teeth and rolling it in boredom. “I may have told the teacher to go fuck herself with a screwdriver. And then I may or may not have commented it probably would be too big for her since she’s so uptight.”

Your mouth falls open, shaking your head at his endless stupidity before continuing your rant. “Nonetheless, you’re only allowed to sit here and here.” You point to the cheap chairs behind you. “These are where the bad boys have to wait.”  

Jimin leans over the desk, suddenly interested with your words. “You think I’m a bad boy, Y/N?”

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From Another Realm: Part 2

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.3K


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Part 1

Sunlight is streaming in through the open plan living area windows as you pass Wanda eating breakfast,

“Good morning, Wanda,” you smile at her as you enter the kitchen to make yourself a coffee,

“Morning, Lady Y/N,” she greets you,

“Please, just call me Y/N,” you say as you take a seat opposite her at the dining table, a steaming mug of coffee grasped tightly in your hands,

“Oh okay,” she takes a bite of toast, looking as if she’s wanting to ask a question,

“Go ahead,” you nod at her,

“Oh,” she seems taken-aback that you sensed she was chewing over something more than her toast, but she quickly recovers, “It’s just, you seem so equipped to Earth and how we act?”

“I’ve spent time on Midgard before, so I’ve grown quite used to Midgardian customs,” you inform her matter-of-factly, “Thor had many questions for me after his first visit,”

She nods, smiling. Then your battle gear catches her eye, “Did you sleep in your armour?”

You instinctively look down, as if you’d forgotten you were wearing it, “Oh, yes. I didn’t bring any clothes with me from Asgard, so this is all I have,”

“You should have said something! You can borrow my clothes until you can buy some of your own,” she grins at you. You like Wanda. She’s different, and doesn’t seem intimidated or wary of you, like Steve or Natasha are.

“Hey, Bucky,” Wanda looks over your left shoulder. You turn around and see him walk into the living area. Bucky was something else, you couldn’t quite figure him out like you could the rest. He was harder to read, and he intrigued you.

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Gintama manga chap 631

Dear Gintama gods and Sorachi-sama,

That Takasugi sure knows how to make an entrance! Even though I’ve been waiting for him to return, was certain he would return, I was still surprised by his reappearance. As soon as Zura heard Takasugi’s voice—which reminded me of that scene in Hannibal when Hannibal first called Clarice on the phone—I literally jumped up and cheered. Honestly, Sorachi-sama, I sometimes wonder if maybe you’re a TakaZura fanboy at heart. It’s adorable how you even had them wearing their old Joui uniforms like a matching couple. How fitting that the two of them would keep their old uniforms around; out of the four Joui boys, they’re the ones who have always retained the strongest spiritual bond to the past. The only difference is while the ghosts of the past have motivated Zura to continue fighting for the future, Takasugi has been driven to destroy the future as the result of them.

Though honestly, despite his promise to be the only one to destroy Earth, I firmly believe the Takasugi we’re seeing now is the softer, kinder version of the one we’ve lived with up until now. Obviously his face-off with Gintoki provided the first cathartic moment for him; his subsequent coma, reconciliation with his old comrades, and then learning the truth behind Utsuro had to have melted his icy, destructive core completely. Ever since the start of this battle, as I watched the hordes of Liberation Army descend upon Edo, I kept on thinking how our four beloved Joui generals should be the ones leading the charge to beat back the Amanto enemies and defeat them. Now that Takasugi is back in the fold, I hope my wish to see that scenario happen will still be granted after all. I would love it so much if Gintoki were to lead the Shinsengumi and yakuza factions, Takasugi the Oniwabanshuu and Yoshiwara factions (I have my personal logic for this one; and I promise none of it has to do with any shipping or anti-shipping reasons), Zura the okama, cabaret, and host factions, while Sakamoto maintains the space assault (gods know Hata the Baka, the old man, and Madao are freaking useless at that).

Lest you think I forgot, I know the return of Takasugi also means we will be seeing Oboro again as well. With Utsuro suddenly making a cameo at the edge of town, I know you are probably trying to signify that the final showdown between former master and his five students is approaching. As soon as the Lib Army and Prince Gun Smoke are put down, I know the epic battle between the monsters will finally take place. Naturally that fills me with no small amount of dread, thinking of the deep dark void that may follow afterward. I can only beg you to please draw out the battle with the Yato and the rest of the Lib army for just a little longer. Kamui needs to come back too. For once the stupid big brother should side with his little sister and fight with her. Maybe Papi and his cannon arms can also make an appearance. I would imagine that it would only be appropriate for the Yatos to be the ones to effectively take on their own; how can mere mortals who are not blessed with Gintoki’s super quick-healing, non-dying powers ever be a real match otherwise? The fact that the Lib Army Yatos are abusive to the elderly and rather sneaky makes their defeat all the more deserved.    

Once the dust has settled on Earth and prior to the final big showdown against Utsuro, I really hope you will give us a proper time out so that important conversations between friends and loved ones can be had, in order to allow some proper reconnection between old fighting buddies, including the never present Kurono. Before the fat lady sings, can we please see the 5th Joui member? I always thought he was within Elizabeth, but now that that theory is dashed thanks to Draconia, I am at a lost as to who he could be. Unless Kurono and Draconia are one and the same? Is that even possible? Anyway, I just hope you haven’t forgotten about him or decided to simply ignore his existence altogether as it was only for comedic effect to begin with.  

Lastly, I especially hope we get to see some genuine conversations take place between certain duos in order to tie up any relationship loose ends. I won’t annoy you further by specifying which particular conversations I hope to see the most; by now, you already know full well my inclinations, especially my top three.  I only ask that some degree of acknowledgement occurs. Actually, for one of the pairings, I really think it’s entirely reasonable for full acknowledgement to take place: hasn’t the poor scarred gorilla earned it by now? For the second pair they might be too young yet, so maybe some harmless flirting would suffice. While for the third, the OTP love of my life, I know I might as well ask for the moon, BUT, you have constantly surprised me with how obliging you are with regards to them, so I will continue to hope for the best. Or, at the very least, as I’ve mentioned countless times before, if you just keep the door open and not kill my dreams, I would be more than satisfied. Think: Akira and Hikaru at the end of Hikaru no Go. That would be more than enough for me.        

Yours truly,

A silly fangirl with yaoi dreams


PS: Thank you for letting them be in the same frame! Tiny morsels like this is all I need to be full!

PSS:  I literally felt a delicious chill run down my spine when I saw this, so for that, I thank you. Really got the Hannibal/Clarice vibes.

three worlds theory

Warning: Shitload of crappy, awkward screenshots and LQ gifs ahead. But it’ll be worth it.

This is not an analysis that attempts to formulate a hard, foolproof storyline, but rather, it is an interpretation of why the chosen colours are associated with certain scenes/members, and the meanings they might represent to the relevant member. More literal than figurative.

Get your colour wheels out, children.

Right from the get-go we have a scene of Jungkook who appears to be just waking up. While some may feel his awakening marks the beginning of the events about to unfold throughout the video, I believe he is only waking up after everything has already happened. The paint streaks on the wall resemble the aftermath of an epic explosion, which we will go into later on.

In this scene we can safely assume that Taehyung seems to have entered a limbo of sorts because of the standstill on the entire set. The faceless figure on the left hand side is Hoseok, and proof of why that is so is in the screenshot on the right. We’ll see the white portion of the sleeve again later in Hoseok’s individual cuts.

I want to draw focus into the choice of colour in the left screenshot. Seeing as how the red and blue (i.e two worlds) are shown meshed together, can we assume that this could be a void space between Red World and Blue World? Taking it one step further— could the choice to use blue at the center and red at the sidelines be reasonable grounds to say that Taehyung seems to belong more to the Blue World than Red?

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Pairing: Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson

AU: Canon-adjacent; features Durmstrang!Pansy + Hogwarts Champion!Harry

Word Count: 2,432

On Pansy’s eleventh birthday, her parents get a divorce.

Well, they get a Pureblood divorce, which isn’t entirely the same thing as getting a regular divorce, but they still wind up dividing their liquid assets and staking claims on various Parkinson properties around Europe and fighting very, very bitterly about who Pansy might happen to love more.

It’s exhausting.

And while the ensuing, seemingly endless parade of expensive gifts is a rather lovely development, Pansy can never quite manage to make herself forget that her Shetland pony and her life-size Victorian dollhouse and her two-carat diamond earrings had all been purchased as emotional bargaining chips—because her parents are playing an elaborate adult version of tug o’ war, and Pansy is really just the rope.

It’s infuriating.

Which is why when her school letters finally arrive and her father begins to reminisce about the rich, bloody history of the Slytherin dungeons while her mother coos in an exaggerated French accent about the fairy gardens at Beauxbatons—well, Pansy narrows her eyes and lifts her chin and waves an unexpected third sheet of parchment in both of her parents’ faces.

“Durmstrang,” she proclaims, far too sweetly to be genuine. “I’m going to Durmstrang.”

And her mother is baffled, of course, and her father is irritated, understandably, but Pansy—

Pansy is smug.

That feeling effectively sets the tone for the next several years.

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Brain Chemistry

So I got to chatting with asreoninfusion after my post about my crack story. She made it sound way less bad-ridiculous. (I tried to send you a response from my cell phone, but I have no idea if it sent or not. Either way thank you for that!) I figure that if I find it funny, there’s probably at least one other person who will be amused by it too. That’ll make it all worth it.

There is no excuse for this. None at all. It’s pretty much fluffy crack with a light seasoning of ASGZC. It may or may not have been written under the influence of some delicious strawberry lemonade vodka. It all started because of this post from imaginetheotp. Really, if you don’t read the story, go look at that post. The video is so very worth it.

For some reason I pictured Genesis as the one trying to sleep and Angeal as the one that’s awake. Please enjoy the following.

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Fics for Friends 2/60: for @arielno


Visitors compliment Steffon and Cassana on the likeness their second son bears to his great-grandfather, which to Steffon seems a dubious compliment when taken as they intend. It is true, though, that Robert looks a great deal like the Laughing Storm, and has his great, hulking frame, even at just three years. 

There is a scant two years between his and Cassana’s two boys, and while Robert has been the Laughing Storm come again almost from the day of his birth, Steffon sees something of his other grandfather in quiet Stannis, five years in body and fifty in mind. 

His mother always said that her father was a man of grave nature, towards the end, old for his years and weighed down by burdens not his own. Steffon was but thirteen when his grandfather Aegon died, and remembers him mostly as the King, not the man, but his mother never for a moment gave him any cause to doubt her in such things. She was ever too honest for doubt.

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Over Protective: Part Two

Read part one here.

This is all in Killian’s P.O.V cause we need over protective daddy thoughts. As well as Emma’s cause mummy swan.  Also please note that when I say Robin, I refer to his daughter. In case you are wondering how they managed to stay so young, it’s a storybrooke thing.

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  “I don’t get it. Why would he text me to come over when he knew I was going to walk in on him and Jasmine?” Milah asked as she moved into Emma’s open arms, her hands instantly clutching at her mother’s coat. Emma sighed and hugged her tightly, rubbing her back gently.

   “What do you mean?” I asked slowly, my eyes narrowing in anger as I slowly pieced everything together. If he had texted her so she would find out this way, his death is going be so much worse than I already had in mind.

  “I mean he kept texting me. Telling me that he had a surprise for me and to come to his house. I did and then I caught them. I don’t understand why he would text me if he was just going hook up with Jazzy.” She sniffled, her eyes glazing with tears again. “How could Jazzy do this to me? She is my best friend. I’ve known her since I was two.”

  “I wish I knew princess.” Emma sighed, frowning as she pressed a kiss to her forehead. Slowly she turned her attention to the boys, her arms still wrapped tightly around our daughter. “How did you know?”

  “We ran into Jasmine. She told us what happened. Robin is dealing with her now.” I sighed at that, wondering what the Robin was going to do. She took after her mother and Regina. She was never scared to fight for those she deemed family, and Milah and her were practically glued at the hip. 

  “What do you mean Robin is dealing with her?” Emma groaned, not doubt thinking the same thing I was.

  “They mean I punched her.” Robin sighed as she came into the room, a very angry Regina behind her.

  “Does someone want to tell me what is going on?” Regina asked, her eyes growing wide when she noticed Milah. “Is she hurt?”

   “No, not physically at least. She caught Bryan and Jasmine sleeping together.” I answered, wincing when Milah started to cry all the harder. I frowned and moved back towards her, running my hand over through her hair as she clung to Emma.

  “I see. That explains why Robin was trying to kill her.” Regina sighed, her voice soft as she moved towards us. “I am so sorry honey. I promise you, I will do anything I can to help.”

   “Can you find out why the dick texted her to come over when he was sleeping with her.” Liam asked, his words causing Regina to scowl.

  “He did what?”

  “How about we talking about this later.” Emma said loudly, drowning me out as I started to explain everything to Regina. “Why don’t we all go back to our house, get Milah settled down and then figure everything out. Right now Milah is our number one priority. Not Bryan and Jasmine, our Milah.”

  “How is that different from any other day?” Henry chuckled, smiling widely when Milah giggled at his response. “She is the number one priority every day.”

   “Your losing it. I am the number one priority.” Liam scoffed, smirking when Milah giggled again. I rolled my eyes and smiled at my boys, thankful for the fact that they were able to cheer my princess up.

~~~~~~~Two Weeks Later~~~~~~

   Milah stormed into the house, the front door slamming shut behind her as she ran up the stairs. From my spot on the couch, I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, preparing myself for yet another night of angry Milah. She has been this way for the past week, in a rage at Jasmine that was taken out on everyone else. Beside me Emma groaned, letting her fall back.

  “What happened?” She asked softly as Liam entered the house, shaking his head at Henry who had came running down the stairs.

   “She saw Jasmine.” Liam answered slowly, biting his lip as he leaned against the door frame to the living. “With Bryan. Turns out they are engaged. Jasmine was boasting about to Milah. I got there in time to stop Mils from jamming her fist down her throat.”

   “I’m going to talk to her.” Emma sighed, shaking her head when I instantly huffed.

   “You should have let her. Who does think she is? Going to Milah to gloat about marrying her ex boyfriend.” I snarled, grumbling when Emma pushed me back onto the couch.

  “Stay here, I do not need to deal with two angry Jones’s. Not today.”Emma sighed, muttering about how it was just her luck that Milah inherited my attitude along with my looks. Once she left Liam came into the room, sitting on the couch beside me.

   “Makes you feel any better, I managed to break Bryan’s nose today. Overheard him laughing about Milah with a few of his friends.”

   “That doesn’t help. Why the hell was he making fun of Milah?”


   Emma’s P.O.V

   I took a deep breath as I opened the door to Milah’s room, frowning when I saw her sitting in the middle of her room, everything Jasmine had given her in front of her, trying to burn them. “Honey that won’t help.”

  “Go away.” She snapped, glaring at me with tear filled eyes before she started trying to magic her problems away.

  “No. We are going to talk.”

   “I don’t want to talk. I hate you.” She screeched, her scream earning a angry yell from Killian below.

   “No you don’t. I think your being bitter and taking it out on the wrong person.” I said softly, ignoring the death glare she was sending me, as I crossed the room so I could sit beside her. “Liam told me what happened.”

  “I don’t care. They deserve each other. They are horrible awful people who deserve one another.”

   “They do, and they are. But my sweet girl, you can’t keep this up. You know that. Being mad in normal, but you can’t keep taking it out on those around you.”

  “I can’t help it! I’m just mad all the time.” She sniffed, turning to gaze me with tear filled eyes. “I wish I never met them both.”

  “I know honey.” I soothed, smiling gently at her as I pushed her hair behind her ear.

  “Can’t I just magic it all away. Forget about them both?”

  “That won’t fix things. You can’t always turn to magic.”

  “I know, but just this once. Mum please. I can’t, I can’t do this.” She sobbed, her body shaking as she fell into my arms.

  “For the love of my sanity Emma, let her do this. I can’t keep seeing her cry.” Killian said from behind us, his feet echoing off the hard wood floor as he ran towards us, falling to his knees beside Milah.

  “Fine, but I want it on record, that I do not approve of this.”

  “Noted.” Killian said instantly, sighing with relief as he hugged Milah and I. I nodded and rolled my eyes, knowing that deep down, I wanted this as badly as he did.

   Third Person:

  The figure of a young boy stood in the shadows, his gaze locked on the Jones’s house. He was staring at the family as they huddled around Milah, all of them waiting for the potion that would make her forget to finish.

   The only people missing were The Charming’s though they were quickly moving towards the house, Neal in tow. He followed behind his parents, eyes wandering as he glanced around. Though he no idea why, he could sense someone watching. After a moment his gaze landed on the young boy, his eyes growing wide as he looked at him.

  “Mum, dad. I hate to say it, but look.” At the sound of their sons panicked tone Snow and David spun around, horror washing over them as they noticed just who the young boy was.

   “What is he doing back!?” David shouted.

  “I don’t know David!” Snow answered instantly, her panicking causing her to shake. She had to warn Emma, to protect her family. “But we have to warn the others.”

  Little did she know, that was exactly what Peter Pan wanted.

myownturku  asked:

Hi! It would make my holiday ten times more happier if the asexual!relationship tag could be updated. Asexual!Derek is my jam. You guys are cooler than cool and I hope you get bunch of hugs in the near future! Unless you don't like hugs. Then I hope you get to eat great food. ;u; Smooches!

both sound a+ dude thank you very much & back at you

Paper Cranes by Kulkuri (2/? | 10,050 | R)

The third day brings in the moving trucks and… Stiles Stilinski.

“You didn’t let anyone know you were back in town.”

The teen has grown up marginally. His shoulders have broadened, though his frame is still rather lithe, belaying the muscles beneath. His face is no longer round with the last baby fat, but high cheekbones and sharp edges. The eyes are the same though, fiery and righteous, sparkling with something powerful. He has firmly planted his feet on the ground, slightly apart, like he’s preparing himself for battle.

To battle what, Derek has no idea.

Missed Connection by hazelNuts (1/1 | 1,886 | G)

The moment you see your soulmate, your soulmark appears on your skin. But what if you are somehow prevented from talking to them and you lose sight of them before you can get to them? Well, then you go to a party with your friends to try to stop yourself from freaking out to much at the prospect of never finding your soulmate again.
That’s Stiles’ plan, anyway.

Free Condoms With Purchase by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 3,690 | PG13)

Derek is an ace guy working at a sex shop, and he has a bit of a crush on one of the regulars (who he might have come out to, oops).

Hang in there for just a little longer by Kulkuri (5/? | 25,992 | R)

When John Stilinski sees Derek, he almost turns on his heels and calls in a dead body. The man is nearly skeletal, laying on the bed with his bare frame on display, horrible scars running across his skin. He’d have to revisit the conversation with Stiles about werewolves not scarring, because that was some contradicting evidence right there.

After affirming the man had a beating heart, he draped him in a bed sheet and hauled his unnaturally light body to his car. Since he couldn’t be demanding answers from an unconscious person, he would just have to interrogate his own son.

And put Derek Hale both under his protection, and on a goddamn suicide watch.

The Fire Burns White by Writingfangirlforhire (3/? | 8,931 | R)

Stiles is living a double life, one as a powerful witch that saves others supernatural/magical beings, and one as a normal, puny human that runs with werewolves. He wonders where the life where everything makes sense and goes well for him is and how he can live that one instead. But its not all bad, he still has his dad, he still plays lacrosse, his grades are still high, he still has Scott and the pack, and Derek Hale. He supposes that, if you ignore the bruises, and broken bones, and bleeding, and pain, and scratches, and having friends that can constantly tell your emotional state and if your lying, or jerking off, that his life is actually pretty nice. Or at least the one he lives that all his friends know about. That’s ignoring the one where he’s a powerful witch.
Derek Hale just wants the best thing for his pack and to not have to deal with this shit. I mean honestly, is that really too much to ask for? I mean, the next thing you know, puny, skinny, defenseless Stiles will have something come after him.

Impress You by BeyondtheKilljoy (¾ | 11,590 | R)

Lydia was perfect and smart and completely un-shattered when her and Jackson broke up. He was moving out of the states, to a prestige London school that would really train him for lacrosse. Of course, the day after he left, Lydia marched into the school as if nothing was wrong. Which meant that every boy under the sun believed it, prompting a mass gaggle of them to be at her locker, swarming her table, and trying to get a date with her.

It all died down after about two months of frigidity on her side, and unanswered wants on their side. There was maybe one to two guys at a time at any place to greet her, or leave her a note of admiration. Stiles was always one of them.

Derek Hale, the other.

Or from a tumblr prompt: Two boys are competing for a girl’s attention and she comes out as asexual (and gets a kitten and puppy). The boys realize they were trying to impress each other and try for a relationship.

Stilinski Orphanage by pineneedlepants (1/1 | 10,514 | R)

Throughout the short months Derek has been spending at the Stilinski Orphanage, he’s come to a few conclusions. One, for the Stilinski’s, bullying is a zero tolerance thing. There are hundreds of kids staying under their roof and they want things to be peaceful.

Of course, with that many children in one place, with different backgrounds and ethnicities, not everyone follows this rule. The thing is that because the Stilinski Orphanage is actually very popular and well respected, kids circle in and out in a decently fast cycle. Enforcing the strict no bullying rule isn’t always as effective, and so sometimes, these bullies get called to the headmaster’s office and then transferred to another orphanage, in a place that’s far, far away from Beacon Hills.

Except Derek knows better.

He’s pretty sure the Stilinskis eat the ‘transferred’ bullies. Not that he really cares.

Emofuri Animating Guide... I guess.

So, someone asked me about Emofuri and there aren’t too many full tutorials on the animating part of it, so I figured I’d just throw out how I worked it out. This isn’t a translation or anything, it’s just enough to get you by probs.

But I'unno. Animating, whoo!

This doesn’t cover the layer naming/art part of this whatsoever. This tutorial does a great job of that and also provides .mmo templates you may need.

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The ending of Windblade has reached Rosebud status, right? I can talk about this open and freely without a cut? We’ll say yes. XD

The longer I think about Chromia in Windblade the more I love her part, her role in the story, and well, Chromia as a character. I’ve discussed in length before that I felt her being the culprit ultimately added a level of depth to her character that was greatly needed, but I also loved how just how low that she fell once things started crumbling around her.

I feel like her original plan before anything went wrong, was to get the Space Bridge she had found working in secret, so that when it was functional she could just pick Windblade up and drag them both home to Caminus. But when Windblade started to notice the power failures she needed a distraction: Thus the Bomb. Which then could lead to two things, that I feel both would have worked in her favor: 1) Windblade backs off her hunt because she’s scared for her life, leaving Chromia time to work in peace again, or 2) Windblade wants to go home, and Chromia gets her original goal with or without Metroplex.

Chromia wasn’t expecting Windblade to pick a third option: Hunt down her “killer" and solve the energy issues.  At first you see her try and encourage framing Starscream to hopefully get Windblade more open to leaving, but then Windblade gets captured and Chromia gets desperate.

Really desperate.

Just look at her in this final scene. There isn’t a moment above where Chromia is thinking about Windblade as anything but a tool to get home (which I fully believe she regrets by the end of the issue). Chromia’s screaming at her to do something that’s possibly fatal by connecting to Metroplex. And once she’s there and finds the bridge–Chromia stops at nothing to get her to use it.

Chromia’s being downright manipulative to get what she wants–specifically, she’s pulling the "Home” card–a topic that weighs particularly heavy on Windblade’s mind.

“I’m thinking about you! I want to protect you! It’s all about you Windblade, I swear. I’m just trying to do what’s best! Protecting you means taking us home! You want to go home don’t you? Let’s go home!" 

That’s Chromia’s argument in a nutshell. In this particular case, it’s rather manipulative and unsettling.

Going home isn’t in Windblade’s best interest.

Windblade left Caminus in order to find and protect Metroplex, to become his Cityspeaker. That’s the life that she chose. And when she found him, Windblade chose to serve Metroplex and aid Cybertron. She wants to make life better for their citizens, so she can also help her home. To do that, she has to stay on Cybertron. That was Windblade’s choice, and what she decided.

Windblade was homesick, but that didn’t override her desires to help and serve.

Chromia is ignoring all of that, and those are things that she has to know. Windblade trusts and talks to Chromia all the time. They’re friends, close friends. And yet, Chromia is asking Windblade to give up Metroplex. She’s asking her to give up the planet they were looking for. Chromia is asking Windblade to forget this planet, possibly murder hundreds of citizens, to go home as a failure.

Nothing about that is for Windblade, and Chromia knows it.

And that speaks mountains to how desperate she wants to go home. Be it loneliness, or even possibly warped good intentions (I won’t throw out that Chromia wanted to protect Windblade, but it twisted into something very different as time passed), Chromia was willing to give up everything for this.

And that makes Chromia so relatable. She hit a low point, and things got out of her control. Instead of coming forward and talking about it, she lied and tried to cover things up. Which in turn led to things she couldn’t control or predict. Which further spiraled out until she to this point where she’s emotionally manipulating the person she cares about most into doing something that will harm her. She’s made a mistake, and handled it poorly, and really–who hasn’t done that? Who hasn’t hurt a friend on accident in a selfish event? And who hasn’t regretted it? Chromia’s real here, and it brings her to life.

This is Chromia’s fall, and the best part of the issue–is that she realizes how bad she screwed up. Her formal attitude after Windblade takes the fall for her, hints that Chromia’s thinking very hard about everything that’s happened. She’s remorseful.

Sometimes, great characters need to fall to climb back up again. And Chromia is a great character, and I can not wait to see what mountains she climbs and conquers after this.

[VKM Spec] On Board VKM 7

Despite being the shortest chapter of VKM to date, VKM 7 is definitely not short on substance. It’s jam-packed with plot relevancy in a way we haven’t seen since the original series. Hino’s sending a clear message that we’re leaving Fanservice Land on the speed rail back to Mystery Revelation Land.

Here’s hoping we don’t get derailed again like we did back in the original series. We probably won’t get a third chance after this, unlike Kaname. ;D

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anonymous asked:

Nah, Peggy/Angie will never be canon. They cast and crew are just queerbaiting, but there's no way they'll make a Marvel protagonist bisexual (they'll have a lesbian protagonist first, I predict). And seeing how this show has a total disregard for historical truth when it comes to portraying the huge diversity 1940s NYC had in race and sexual orientation so far I doubt they'll make Angie queer. Would love to be proven wrong, of course, as I love Cartinelli but I have no hopes.

“There’s no way they’ll make a marvel protagonist bisexual” ok

No need to make one bisexual, they already have.

first part will be mostly cartinelli; second part is mostly POC/queer representation. so if anyone wants to continue this discussion with me (big deer eyes, please do) you can either comment on all of it or only the keynotes or ye; (this is like 1.5k meta on marve’s agent carter jsyk)

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