this is one of her greatest

anonymous asked:

Ok (all) egos. I have but one thing to say to you.... Be Our guEST BE Our gUEsT puT ouR sErviCe tO ThE TEst!

(You didn’t ask for this, but I WILL NOT pass up an opportunity when I see it…)

Amy walks into the dining room at Ego Inc. looking around for her purse. She could’ve sworn she left it lying around here somewhere… It’s getting late, and already the sun is setting out the window. The Egos are nowhere to be seen, either, and Amy is beginning to get frustrated, that is, until the music starts…

Mark, dressed in a suit no less, steps into the room, a towel draped over one arm. “Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight!” Doc and Ed appear at her sides suddenly. “And now we invite you to relax, lets up pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents…” Amy is seated quickly as the two Ego scurry out. She stares up at Mark, mouth wide in shock, but he only beams at her. “Your dinner,” he gestures and in come the Egos, all dressed as waiters as well with silver dishes balanced carefully on their fingers.

Mark begins to sing the rest of the song as the Egos serve her. “Be our guest; be our guest. Put our service to the test!”

Wilford bows at the hip, offering her a napkin and singing, “Tie your napkin ‘round your neck, Cherie, and we’ll provide the rest.” Then as the other Egos bring her food, “Soup du jour, hot hors d’oeuvres. Why, we only live to serve!” With a wiggle of his eyebrows, Wilford hooks a thumb at a deadpan Darkiplier. “Try the grey stuff, it’s delicious. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes!” He spins away from Amy as she laughs.

Bim Trimmer leaps onto one end of the table, dancing lightly on his toes. “We can sing; we can dance! After all miss, this is France! And a dinner here is never second best.” He hands her a folded piece of cardstock. “Go on, unfold your menu. Take a glance and then you’ll be our guest, oui our guest. Be our guest!”

They do the entire song with acting and a few moments where even they burst into a fit of giggles, but Amy just shines with pride and joy at all of her boys. At the end, they all take a bow as Host scuttles over and places a candelabra on the table in front of her. Amy smiles at all of them. She even manages a sympathetic smirk at Dark. “Well, are you all just going to stand there, or are we going to eat?”

The Egos rush to find a seat at the table, but they leave one empty beside Amy for Mark. She grabs him as he tries to sit and pulls him in for a quick kiss. “You’re a dork, and I love you.” With that, they sit and enjoy the meal together.

(That made me smile so hard when I wrote it that my cheeks hurt!)

WONDER WOMAN HEAD CANON

OKAY SO
One day when Diana finds her way back to Themyscira the first thing she does is teach the amazons how to create the greatest thing the world of men ever invented: ice cream. Suddenly there’s a whole mystical island full of ice cream junkies and they all have to train an extra hour or four so they can stay in shape and continue stuffing themselves with this foreign treat Diana has brought them. She is both loved and despised for the knowledge she shared.

It doesn’t matter the mistake Julie could have made she still is and forever be one of the greatest writers of this generation. What she pulled with Skam was not only original but bold. The themes she touched and the way she tried to handle things respectfully will make her for me one of the greatest tv show writers to this day. I can only hope more writers follow her lead after this because Skam did put the mark really high. 

serbronzefyre  asked:

Is it foolish to think that Varys, who has spies everywhere and was aware of Rhaegar's intentions to depose his father, knows of Jon Snow's true parentage? There's no textual evidence (that I can think of) to support it (for instance, his conversations with Ned about Robert's bastards), but it seems unlikely that one of the greatest spymaster's in history wouldn't know the greatest secret in Westeros' recent history.

First off I should note I don’t believe Varys was right about “Rhaegar’s intentions to depose his father” – I think he was deliberately stirring shit in House Targaryen as part of his Blackfyre restoration plans, and the supposed secret backer of the Harrenhal tourney being Rhaegar is a red herring placed in TWOIAF on purpose. (I think there’s a lot of things Yandel is very wrong about in TWOIAF, and while some like magic and the Others and such are obvious, there’s many political mistakes and oversights too. He’s a very unreliable narrator, deliberately so.)

Secondly, Varys is an excellent spymaster, but he doesn’t know everything. He only knows what his little birds can see or hear. (Like, Olenna had loud singing cover up her conversation with Sansa, Littlefinger had Sansa meet Dontos in the godswood specifically to avoid the little birds, and that’s why LF reported the Tyrell betrothal plan to Tywin while Varys hadn’t heard anything about it. Also Varys doesn’t seem to have had any awareness of Sandor and Sansa’s interactions.) Note that Varys was still fairly new to Westeros at the time of Robert’s Rebellion and almost certainly didn’t have a full spy network yet, certainly not in the Red Mountains where the Tower of Joy was, and probably not in Starfall either. Jaime relates that during the Rebellion “Prince Rhaegar could not be found”, which means people were looking but couldn’t find him, which means Varys didn’t know either. (Or if he did know, he wasn’t saying, again to stir shit.) The Tower of Joy was very out of the way.

But still, it’s possible that Varys does know about R+L=J, either from his spies back when or gathered knowledge since then. If so, he’s likely factored in the possible revelation of Jon’s parentage into his plans to bring Aegon to the throne. Whether Varys has false counter-information ready in case of a reveal, or if he’d simply be using a semi-truthful legal strategy (Aegon is older; even if Rhaegar married Lyanna it was bigamous and thus illegal; etc), or even if he doesn’t know and finds out when the secret is made public (if it’s made public), it probably doesn’t matter. Varys is very utilitarian: he’ll do what he must, whatever it may be.

(btw I don’t mind if someone asks the same question of all the meta people on tumblr, presumably in hopes of getting different answers, but personally I prefer if it’s proceeded with a statement that that’s what you’re doing. It makes me feel less like a meta monkey dancing for your entertainment, thanks.)

Jules Rules

Why @outside-the-government is The Literal Greatest™

  • She’s a goddamn genius.
  • Actual healer, actual hero.
  • One of the most genuine people I’ve ever met.
  • Inspires me every damn day, with her words, with her wisdom, with her knowledge, with her indomitable spirit and untempered encouragement. 
  • Pyromaniac ;)
  • The backbone of this community. Perhaps I’m biased because she was the first to reach out to me, but I truly believe that this corner of the fandom has one of the most welcoming and inclusive atmospheres on the internet, and I truly believe that it’s JULES who sets that tone for us. 
  • Does badass things like snow skiing and rhythmic gymnastics.
  • Gives excellent advice. Also a good listener.
  • Knows. Her. Shit. 
  • Has a profound understanding of character (both actual and imaginary), which leads me to believe that she is observant, perceptive, inquisitive, and sensitive.  
  • Literal Gay Scientist™ **
  • Kind. Like, undeniably, honestly, no-pretenses-or-bullshit kind.
  • Is well on her way to being PUBLISHED (holy shit) *standingfuckingovationjuliathatisbeyondawesome*
  • Cool, calm, collected. The ultimate role model. Reminds me a bit of the sea, and I mean that in the best way.
  • Kickass writer.
  • Incredibly patient, understanding, empathetic, and accommodating. 
  • Fun. For lack of a better descriptor, Jules is a whole lot of fun, you guys.

Happy birthday, Jules, you wonderful woman, you. You’re a marvel and a treasure, and I could not imagine this corner of the internet without you. 

FOR THE REST OF YOU - I’d like to encourage you to add on to this list. Reblog, tell me (and Jules) what I missed. Let’s show this sensational lady some mad love. Nobody deserves it more.

** Jules, dear, I know you’re pan. I just… wanted to say Literal Gay Scientist really really bad. Seriously, crack me over the head if that’s not okay.

anonymous asked:

Not long ago I was asking for advice about my friend who had lost her boyfriend. I was taken aback when I heard the news about Robin. Seeing my girlfriend going through that suffering I realized how hard is this for her, I realized the words 'it's gonna be okay,'are useless, and I can't do anything that can alleviate her suffering. Now she wants to follow an older dream of studying abroad. I really hope that will help to heal and keep going on. I hope that Anne will be good one day..

I hope so too ❤️ I think she will..after a while. 

“My mom is very strong. She has the greatest heart.” - Harry 

fujo

Do you  play pc or console? I recently started on pc and main mercy, I’d be happy to que with you! I am still looking for peeps to play with

ahhh unfortunately i play on ps4 ;___; probably not the greatest way to play this game tbh but i can’t afford a pc rn

holyhalla

This is the only reason that I have a tank as my most played hero, tbh… I’d been a McCree main since launch but once I started regularly playing solo I felt pretty much forced to. Doesn’t mean I hate playing tank, but it’s a shitty feeling when you feel forced i

yeeeaaaaah on one of my accounts dvas become my most played hero and while i am pretty good with her and she is fun to play it gets exhausting after a while esp bc solo tanking as dva against a team running double or even triple tank is not fun jifjeioa

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ok heAR ME OUT: Voltron Art School AU (totally self-indulgent and based off the art school I’m going to coughcough nvm) 

I wrote many cool n’ pretty wild headcanons for it so uhhhh, read under the cut: 

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Why Wonder Woman was so Important to Me

I had the opportunity to see Wonder Woman recently, and I was left awestruck.  Wonder Woman is such a timeless character, and I feel this story and the way the film was made really captured the heart of the original character.  With DC’s track record, it had a high chance of being lazy and bad.  But it wasn’t.  It was original. Refreshing. I cried a lot, and here’s why.

1. Women Are Strong 

I’m not one to loudly complain about the misrepresentation of women in media (though we often are).  We’ve had some really awesome and strong female characters over the past couple years.  But somehow, Wonder Woman took this in a completely new direction.  Watching the Amazons fight the invaders on the beach nearly brought me to tears.  It was so special for me to see women take on roles we rarely see them in.  They were the fighters, the protectors, the providers.  There are many women out in the world right now who are fighting their own battles, much like the Amazons.  They’re providing for their families or serving their countries through the military.  It was a pleasant reminder that while men and women have differences, they are equally strong and skilled.

(Also yay for a female director!)

2. Actions Speak Louder

Many times, Wonder Woman is questioned.  She’s scoffed at for being a women (which would have been very common during that time).  She’s underestimated.  But what’s so amazing here is that she never has to prove herself to the men.  It would’ve been so easy for the movie to fall into that common trope.  She never argues with a man and she focuses her attention on others instead of herself.  She wants to kill Ares and stop the war. And in the end, her actions speak louder then her words ever could.  What I took from this is to rise to action.  Stop talking and start doing.  Ignore what others say, because you know what you can do.  Hold your head high and rise above.

3. Mutual Respect Brings the Most Success

As I said before, it would have been easy for the film to fall into certain tropes.  A trope we often see nowadays is a woman proving that she (or all women) are better then men.  That’s never a point of conflict in this film.  Her love interest, Steve, fights as her equal.  He isn’t clumsy or weak to make Wonder Woman look stronger.  He believes in her and helps her to the best of his ability. When they become interested in each other romantically, they both hold their own.  They love each other but are not dependent on one another.  We see the rest of the men in their gang react the same way later on.  They all eventually come to love and respect Diana.  It’s a great reminder that feminism is about collaboration and equality, not one gender being better then the other.  We each have something to bring to the table and our differences are what makes us stronger. 

4. It’s Okay to not be Okay

There’s a really interesting character in Wonder Woman’s gang named Charlie.  He’s supposed to be the world’s top shooter, but time and time again he fails.  He seen some things that have damaged him pretty heavily.  What’s really interesting about this character is that we never see this issue resolved.  He doesn’t have his big “hero moment” where he is suddenly able to shoot and save the day.  This is so much like real life.  We’ve all been hurt, and it’s ok to be damaged.  You have nothing to prove, but your great efforts will help everything to turn out right in the end.  At one point, Charlie even says to Diana “You don’t need me, you’re better of without me.” To this she replies “No, Charlie, if you’re not here, who will sing?” This implies that Charlie is still a valued member of the group, despite his shortcomings.  His friends are able to recognize his other strengths when he cannot.  


5. There is Much Darkness in the World, But Love Will Save the Day

Not much to say here, as Diana said it all in her own monologue:

“I used to want to save the world, to end war and bring peace to mankind. But then I glimpsed the darkness that lives within their light. I learnt that inside every one of them there will always be both. The choice each must make for themselves - something no hero will ever defeat. And now I know… that only love can truly save the world. So now I stay, I fight, and I give - for the world I know can be. This is my mission now, for ever.”

Often times love is portrayed as a great weakness. But it isn’t.  To love is to truly see beauty in the world.  To love is to be brave and strong.  Love is the greatest power of all.  

Additional Notes:

We must learn to forgive.  Diana had the opportunity to kill the chemist responsible for Steve’s death.  And she chose not too, instead focusing on the larger problem at hand and in turn leaving the past in the past.

There were not gratuitous or sexualized shots of the women in the film.  The framing was based around the action.  The women were all beautiful, but the film relied on it’s story and the strength of it’s lead rather then her beauty. 

There will always be hardship. There isn’t always one bad guy to fight.  We all will have to continue to fight our demons and endure through our trials.  But it’s the light and the love, those precious moments, that we fight for.

Thanks Wonder Woman.  You inspired me, and I’m so grateful.  I don’t think I’ve seen a superhero movie with more heart.  There will be many days ahead where I think “What would Wonder Woman do?” 

*I may edit and add on to more of this at a later time, but I wanted to get my initial thoughts out!

The Things We Give Welsh Learners: y Babi Sinsir

So I was going through our bookshelf yesterday, because we’re fast approaching the point where we need a clear-out, and I came across one of my all-time favourite creations ever, probably even beating shit like the wheel and penicillin. Years back, before leaving The Man to pursue his dreams of being a sort of professional clown-thing, my husband used to be a translator for Neath Port Talbot Council; as is often the way with Welsh councils, though, owing to a lack of money and also everywhere is really close to each other (this country is 150 miles wide at its widest point, and about 47 miles at the thin bit. Ver ver small), NPT Council’s translating department was shared by Swansea Council. Thus it was that, in the halcyon days of circa 2009, the two decided to team up and produce a new Welsh language book for learners between them, and thus it got sent through to Steffan to proof read it.

A Thing You May Not Know: Welsh is one of ten indigenous languages to Britain, arguably the oldest, and has been viciously oppressed over the last millennium and a half as part of England’s big If You Destroy Their Culture They’ll Be Glad To Be Ruled By You policy. These days, it’s nonetheless still spoken by approximately a fifth of the Welsh population; a hell of a feat, considering, but the suppression of it continues to this day (just in cleverer, sneakier ways now than whipping people’s children if they’re heard.) But it is classified as Endangered. Thanks to Welsh-language schools now being a thing (though supply is much lower than demand), transmission rates to the younger generation are pretty good; but, Welsh is peculiarly dependent on adult learners.

This means that learner books might have to appeal to both children and adults while using very simple language, which I explain in case it in some way justifies the bewildering weirdness of what I’m about to show you; because at first glance, this book is simply for children. But it’s… Well. 

Well.

I present to you, with translations in bold and commentary by me, Y Babi Sinsir.

Literally, “the Ginger Baby”, but they mean ‘ginger’ as in ‘gingerbread’. Literal ginger. Not the colour.

This is Mr Jones. This is Mrs Jones.

What’s wrong, Mrs Jones? I want a baby.

Note: there will be some confusion in this book about whether the narrator is speaking, or anyone else. It might seem cut and dried here, but there are no speech marks around “Dw i eisiau babi”, whereas later speech marks are used, and also in two pages’ time the narrator will actively pass a value judgement using first person, so… Well.

But, so far so good.

Mrs Jones is making a Babi Sinsir.

… okay, so I like this page because of the capitalisation of Babi Sinsir and the lack of definite article. She’s just making a Babi Sinsir. You know, a Babi Sinsir? Magical baby made of gingerbread that you make if you can’t conceive but can’t afford IVF? Yeah. A Babi Sinsir. That’s right.

Let it be known that this is Not A Thing in Welsh folklore or mythology. What the fuck. How does this work. Where does the magic come from? Do you need a faerie ingredient? Will the next page tell us?

This is the Babi Sinsir. I like the Babi Sinsir.

Nope.

But it is apparently shit-capable and needs a nappy. It’s good that the narrator likes it anyway.

The Babi Sinsir is bad. He’s running.

Uh oh.

“Come back, Babi Sinsir.”

Look how Worried the Joneses are. Funny how they don’t seem to be calling that enthusiastically, though. I’d have expected an exclamation mark at least. Did Mrs Jones always have a massive left arm? I can’t remember.

“Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Yeah, okay, so that’s the Welsh for “Run! Run! As fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!”, but once again, I’m going to have to draw attention to the lack of expressive punctuation here. It really feels like this naughty Babi Sinsir’s heart is just not in this.

“Come and help, Mr Horse.” “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Cool, look, a floating horse has come to help.

The pen there, incidentally, was an attempt by the translators to work out who was talking. I can’t imagine why. This dialogue is on fire, everyone can tell.

“Come and help, Mrs Cow.” “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Now they have been joined in their high-speed zombie shuffle by a married floating cow who is, if I’m not much mistaken, high as shit.

“Come and help, Mr Goat.”  “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

I’m starting to suspect the artist only knew how to draw the legs on animals in one way.

“Come and help, Mr Dog.”  “Run, run, Catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Yes, that dog is definitely here to ‘help’. Also… the Babi Sinsir is literally within reach of Mrs Jones’ massive left arm now. Why is she not just picking him up?

“Come and help, Miss Cat.” “Run, run, Catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

You may be wondering at this point if this is just… the whole book. An ever-increasing flock of floating zombie creatures shuffling after a naughty gingerbread baby in a nappy who is committing the cardinal sin of running. I mean… where can they go from here, amirite? A sheep? A squirrel? A chicken? We can hit a hundred pages this way, easy. The concern is the artist, whom I think was stretched a bit beyond their means on this project anyway.

BUT WORRY NOT! Shit’s about to go down, guys.

Oh no! Here comes Mr Wolf. Mr Wolf runs and catches the Babi Sinsir.

THAT IS A FOX

THAT IS A GODDAMN FOX YOU HEATHEN FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

AND WHY THE FUCK IS IT WEARING CLOTHES WHEN NONE OF THE OTHER ANIMALS WERE

WHY IS IT DRESSED IN DUNGAREES LIKE A LAZY FARMHAND ON AN AMERICAN RANCH IN THE 1800S

This doesn’t bode well for the -

Half of the Babi Sinsir is left.

WHAT THE

Quarter of the Babi Sinsir is left.

WHY DOES IT STILL LOOK SAD AND HORRIFIED WHY IS IT STILL ALIVE OH MY GOD

The Babi Sinsir has gone! There’s tasty.

What the

Wha

It

I realise this is not the main point to make here, but two pages ago it had eaten half of that nappy, and now it’s whole again and delicately discarded to one side, I just want

I mean

It’s okay, right? This happens in fairytales? Little Red Riding Hood? Someone will eviscerate the fox and out will come the Babi Sinsir…’s pieces, and they can be baked back together…?

No one cares!

Mrs Jones is making another Babi Sinsir.

The new Babi Sinsir loves Mrs Jones.

… 

…okay, so there’s a lot for us all to take in right now, and we’re all going to get through it at different speeds. But I’m just going to draw attention to the fact that Mr Jones is now merely depicted as a picture on the wall, and the new Babi Sinsir apparently only loves Mrs Jones, and…

Okay so they just lost their beloved baby gingerbread son because he got eaten alive by a fox in dungarees calling itself a wolf, right? Mrs Jones apparently couldn’t give less of a fuck if she tried, as long as she has some flour and ginger left over to make another. This one she made to love her.

Mr Jones, I presume, had a total mental breakdown and drank himself to death. At the very least, he’s left her, look. All she has left is the photo.

But does dim ots! Mae’r Babi Sinsir newydd yn caru Mrs Jones.

And that is the story of Y Babi Sinsir, aka the greatest work of literature ever written.

Okay, so like how when sheep/kids baaa at you and you baaa back and they all baaa again?? How would aliens react is if a human on their mission started making the creatures noise back at them until they all doing it.

Well…

The mission was fairly simple in Grutona’s mind: follow the tracks of certain creatures and use environmental clues to discern aspects of the creature’s lifestyle and needs. The group had been following the large, octagonal shaped prints of a swutonaton for the past several standard hours, and up to this point, they still hadn’t actually encountered the beast.

Good. Grutona was not keen on being eaten alive today, which would surely be the result of disturbing the beast. Protocol on the mission was to leave should contact be breached with any species that was not fully documented.

However, there was one member of the team that made Grutona worry. Maria seemed to take things like Protocol as more of a… guideline. Already today Maria had disregarded rules about eating wild tree fruit claiming “they have these on my planet, don’t worry!” Grutona did worry. Especially when Maria added: “Besides, they’re delicious.” Grutona knew what type of treefruit Maria was eating, and xhe was skeptical of the claim. These deadly fruits humans called “lemons” were HIGHLY acidic and sour. On xer home world, a fruit like that would be used by deadly criminals as a poison.

Needless to say, having a human on the crew had been an eye-opening, mind-boggling experience. Grutona was learning more about universal cultures on this mission than ever before, that was for certain.

It was a few more minutes of walking along the path, Grutona taking note of the way the plant life was smashed down to the side of the path of the tracks as if the swutonaton had stopped for a time and rested.

“Ah, so it appears swutonaton are a restful breed, and likely a predator species as evident by their choice location being one leaving them so vulnerable.” Kerip, another member of the team, said this clinically, xis eyes dilating further as his species was wont to do in order to get a magnified look at things. As he was examining he spoke to his partner, Bepin who recorded xis observations on a datapad.

There was a noise further down the trail, strangely like a yawn. Grutona looked over cautiously. Maria was gone. Grutona frowned and made toward the sound hoping it was just Maria doing some sort of human thing xhe was unfamiliar with and not the beast hiding in the plant life beyond planning an attack on the mission crew.

But when had luck ever been on Grutona’s side?

As xhe rounded the bend in the trail xhe was met with the horrifying sight. Xhe would have screamed if it were a characteristic of xer race. Instead, xhe stood there in shock.

Maria stood in front of the creature they were tracking all right. The only thing was, the team was entirely wrong about what they thought they were following here. They had assumed the animal was very large, at least nine or ten times the actual size of the creatures in front of them now. And creatures they were. There were at least fifteen of these creatures and they were all piled atop one another, drooling heavily, spiked tails and trunks laying anywhere. 

“I’d definitely call this a dog-pile.” Maria chuckled, completely unconcerned at the reality that basically everything they had assumed about these creatures was wrong. Maria turned to look at Grutona, eyes gleaming in mischief. “Guess we were wrong about the elephant-sized animal with forty pig-sized feet, huh?” Grutona said nothing, still reeling. They needed to leave, Protocol demanded it, and they needed to go soon before more of the creatures woke up as one was doing now.

“Hey, look! They’re starting to wake up! They’re so cute!” Maria took another step closer to them, making cooing noises as Grutona watched in horror as more of the swutonatons started to rouse. Footsteps behind xer alerted xer to the rest of the team arriving to the scene finally. 

There was a moment of stunned silence before an exasperated sound came from Bepin and Kerip started mumbling in astonishments about all the things they had wrongly ascertained. 

“We should leave,” a voice of reason finally called from the back of the group: Teriwald, the ranked officer from the ship who had been tasked with “protecting the scientists” on the expedition.

Grutona found xer voice again, finally. “You’re–”

There was a sudden, loud sound from the pile of creatures “Meeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrm.”

“Okay, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever heard,” Maria was watching the herd of swutonaton with complete adoration in her gaze. Grutona had been warned to be wary of humans when they assumed a look like this one. There was no telling what kind of things they might do next. 

Whatever Grutona had expected, it was not what Maria did next. Maybe xhe thought she would have started running in circles around the group or walk over and touch one, but xhe certainly did not predict that  Maria would raise her arms in imitation of a swutonaton trunk and repeat the noise back at them in perfect imitation. “Meeeeeeeerrrrrm!”

“What are you doing, we need to go!” Teriwald reminded in an increasingly demanding tone. 

“Calm down, Waldo, we’re fi–” Maria was cut off by several cries of the swutonaton calling back at her.

“Meeeeeerrrm!” 

“Oh, this is too good!” More of the swutonaton had stirred now, and they were climbing off of each other and standing in a herd before Maria who laughed and made the noise again. 

“Meeeerrrm!”

“MEEEEEEEEERRRRRM!!!” The entire herd of seventeen (Grutona had counted in xer moments of horror earlier) swutonaton were now calling back at Maria’s prompting. 

Nobody on the team said anything as they all watched in rapt attention Maria and the herd of swutonaton yell at each other for the next ten standard minutes. 

Humans, Grutona concluded, still half horrified, are weird.

Black Panther: A guide for people who aren’t familiar with Wakanda

Who here watched the Black Panther trailer and misplaced their pants after it ended?

Just me?

Fine.

There are rules in Wakanda. You close all the doors in Wakanda if it is a hot ass summer day because you do not want to let the cool air out. You always defrost the chicken before mom comes home. And the most prominent one is…

You do not fuck with Wakanda.

Wakanda is what happens if white people stayed their nosey asses on their side of the Mediterranean and minded their own fucking business. Situated in Eastern Africa just below Kush, Wakanda is an isolationist country that hid away from colonialist and invaders as well as fought off indiscriminately any would be invaders that thought they were about to bring bullshit. The countries main resource is vibranium, the shit that Captain America’s shield is made of, which derived from an asteroid or meteor than landed in Northeast Africa.Because of the technological advantage of the mineral, they gained a centuries long head start on the rest of civilization and instead of doing the fuckboy way of conquering people for the sake of conquering people, they minded their own business and glowed the fuck up in hiding pretty much ignoring African Colonization or any rival tribes.

Do not fuck with Wakanda.

The general politics in Wakanda functions like a monarchy. While the title of Black Panther, king of Wakanda, is a hereditary title, it is earned.

If you noticed in the trailer, T’chala was battling Killmonger probably over the title of Black Panther which is something you can challenge. After all, Black Panther represents the best of all Wakandans, physically and mentally. 

“King of Wakanda” Before you get mad, yes, women can take part in the contest to be Black Panther. In fact, T’challa’s sister tried to take the mantle off her father, but an unfortunate turn of events allowed her brother to succeed before her which is the source of jealousy between her and her brother. And yes, Shuri was also in the Black Panther trailer with the Panther Gauntlets.

Anyways, Wakanda is the most technologically advance civilization in Marvel’s Earth if not second to Latveria. Because of the this, it is sought after from likes of the KLAW, Erik Killmonger, Norman Osborn that one time he was president of the United States, and Doctor Doom.

Because of that, The Black Panther has bodyguards despite of his prowess. They are called the Dora Milaje.

And yes, they are comprised of women. They are not really wives-in-training in general. Just those two above were wives of T’challa. Yes, plural. No, they aren’t bound to him. And yes, if Shuri became Queen of Wakanda as well as Black Panther, she would also have bodyguards/wives or husbands-in-training as well. I can feel the feminists ready to throw T’challa under the bus as some black male power fantasy which he is, but Wonder Woman wears red, white and blue and is from Greece and no one questions it.

Anyways, the Dora Milaje are warrior women. They are celebrated in Wakanda as the greatest of their warriors and defenders of their nation. They are independent as well. In the latest Black Panther comics, one of them was sentenced to execution because of an assassination attempt. A lover of hers took offense to this charge and broke her out and here it is.

And this is a pair of Dora Milaje sparking a revolution against T’challa in order to turn Wakanda into a Democracy. And they are also Lesbians. So shut the fuck up, liberal feminists. 

Originally posted by capheusonyango

So we talked about Wakanda—

“But Ubernegro, Wakanda had to have it’s enemies. They were not this perfect African civilization because reasons.”

Like several superheroes, Wakanda’s enemies of ones of their own making.

I mentioned the Klaw whose sole ambition is to invade Wakanda for it’s Vibranium(and yes, the Klaw is supposed to be synonymous with the colonizers and the whole dynamic between them essentially mirrors that). After the Klaw’s successful assassination attempt of T’chaka, it was revealed that one of Wakanda’s own assisted him,. When it was found it, the traitor along with his family was exiled which consisted of also little boy, N’Jadaka. With the knowledge that his father was forced to help the Klaw, N’Jadaka felt deep resntment towards the royal family of Wakanda and thus began the transformation of Erik Killmonger. 

Killmonger was granted repatriation by T’challa and instead of being grateful, the nigga tried to dethrone him and destroy Wakanda by himself because he is a bitter ass motherfucker. And thus started a long blood rivalry that ended with Killmonger’s death by Mephisto.

But during this rivalry, Killmonger created a country called Niganda and they were taken in as refugees of Wakanda because T’challa is really nice. However, because of in nation disputes between the classes of Wakanda(yes, there are class divisions in Wakanda and not everyone is happy that they are ruled by a God King), ad they did not like the Killmonger refugees and the Kiollmonger refuggees all resented Wakanda so…war happened.


First you have the women of Wakanda. If you have not noticed, women are often the first victims of war on either side. Wakanda women are sick ofthat shit and are sick of praising men(ignoring that there is a female Black Panther). Fueled by the former guard wives of T’challa now lovers and partners of eachother, the Midnight Sisters, they hope to overthrow T’challa and the Wakanda royalty. And yes, they are totally not fucking with men’s bullshit.

Their goal is to create an independent country from Wakanda free from men. 

Yes, black women would totally carve a declaration of war into a black man’s chest to send a message that “you niggas ain’t shit” to the God King of an African Nation because they do not give a fuck.


Then you have the Nicangan refugees who hope to create another Nicanda outside of Wakanda. They want to continue the wishes of their former King, Killmonger, and overthrow T’challa by inciting rage amongst his people who are upset that T’challa left Wakanda for a period time and let his sister to near death, Wakanda to burn, and came back like he did not do these things.

They are led by Zenzi and Tetu.

So yeah. Welcome to Wakanda.

She picked something from her table and walked towards her bed. She smiled lightly and sat down slowly. “I will never meet a lot of people. I will never be able to know and understand why people act the way they do. Even if I still can’t understand them perfectly, I knew that I can relate to what they were going through. Some things will never happen, some lessons will not be learned. And some of the greatest people I met will be forever strangers to me. Yes , I will never be able to tell you the wonderful memories—if that one thing never happened to me. If it occurred differently. I will not be talking about the stars if I haven’t experience the darkest of nights. I will not be mesmerized by how the sun rises if I wasn’t awake until it comes. I will not be in love with the sunset if I wasn’t waiting for the day to end. I will not be talking about heartbreak if it doesn’t happen to me. I will not be moved by sad movies if I never felt pain. I will not be talking about deep meanings behind things if I only used my eyes for trying to realize something. I will not be here if I made a different decision. If I chose a different option.”. She looked up and gave him the thing she’s been holding. A thing he thought she will never have. A piece of paper where a date was written. The day when they met each other. The day when he had seen her alone, reading one of her favorite books. The day when he was silently listening to his favorite music. “I was starting to move forward when you saw me. And I never expected that there’s still someone who would want to be with me when I started to stand and walk. I am moving on, and so are you—from two different reasons—but it feels more precious when we decided to do it together.”
—  ma.c.a // I Remember You

bellamy made it clear when they were making that list together that he didn’t want to live without clarke, and yet he had to let her go in the end anyway. and that’s exactly what she wanted him to do, what she would’ve done herself. because there’s just one thing stronger than their love for each other, and that’s their love for their people.

that’s the tragedy of bellamy and clarke. their love for their people binds them together, makes them stronger, but also makes it near impossible for them to act on their love for each other.

Date a girl who dreams. Date a girl who is so unfathomable and vastly complex that she is beyond physical description. Date a girl who makes you go mad when you gaze upon her, your body and soul filled with terror and confusion, so completely shocked, so completely unable to comprehend the scope of her timeless wicked power and extradimensional visage, that you start a cult in her honor. Date a girl who you can babble about in ancient evil tongues and sacrifice virgins in her name, that of the Great Dreamer , the Sleeper of R'lyeh, the High Priest of the Great Old Ones. Date Cthulhu

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nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco

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Nephelle, who had never been strong enough to hold a Seraphim shield, carried Miryam—triple the weight. And more than that … She flew. The sea was crashing down upon them, but Nephelle flew like the best of Seraphim warriors. The seafloor was a labyrinth of jagged rocks, too narrow for the Seraphim to fly through. They’d tried during their escape and crashed into them. But Nephelle, with her smaller wings … Had they been one inch wider, she would not have fit. And more than that … Nephelle soared through them, Miryam dying in her arms, as fast and skilled as the greatest of Seraphim. Nephelle, who had been passed over, who had been forgotten … She outraced death itself. There was not a foot of room between her and the water on either side of her when she shot up from the seafloor; not half of that rising up at her feet. And yet her too-small wingspan, that deformed wing … they did not fail her. Not once. Not for one wing beat.

what if one night, maybe five or six years into her isolated life on Earth, Clarke is sitting on the rover’s roof as she looks up at the sky, as has become habit. And then suddenly, out of the blue, she just starts… giggling quietly to herself.

Madi stirs in her blankets from within the vehicle and murmurs, “what?”

and Clarke’s laughter fades, but her smile as she looks up at the stars doesn’t. “That foam bit was kind of funny.”