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lurkeymclurker  asked:

Can you tell us about the Empires propaganda machine?

Later, after, in all the holonews segments and all the long ‘net articles furnishing further analysis, they—and here ‘they’ is vaguely defined, reporting is is too scattershot in a galaxy marked by lightyears and hyperlanes—will not be able to pinpoint the place where they went wrong. Where it was all tipped from earnest republican v. separatist reporting to laying the groundwork for imperial v. everyone else. When they stopped, or when their blades met with armor they couldn’t pierce, or—

But by then it’s too late. It’s too late, the Empire is already wound itself through every word spoken and every reference made; it’s in everything, a dark undercurrent of emotion and justification—don’t you love the Republic? don’t you care about other galactic citizens? don’t you want to follow the laws and reward those who have justified their existence as you have justified yours? you have worked so hard, the day is long and the rewards few, why would you give those to others? why would you share?

(’Sharing’ is a dirty word, under the Empire. To each according to his strength, that is the Imperial motto. But ‘strength’ is a narrow gate, and it cuts many off at the knees, the ankles, those unguarded places—)

There is no question that human beings are afraid of difference they have been afraid of that since whatever primordial swamp they crawled out of but—they have always put it aside, they have always at least pretended to the idea of recognizing other species, the claim of xenos to homeworlds. the equal right of existence. Et cetera. Never mistake how hard human beings will try, when confronted with tentacles, if there is profit or benefit in ignoring any difference.

But humans also reproduce like orburs in spring, and they colonize, multiply out into the galaxy like a plague. Like a—spore. Like something biological and not, because nothing in nature moves without regard to the animus they generate. And they are a tetchy species, measuring everything in relative value. It doesn’t matter if—

Luke does not stop to question the holoradio adverts he hears, the faded propos papering the Toshe public hall, saying ‘JOIN THE EMPIRE TODAY! FLY FOR THE EMPIRE! BE BRAVE BE TRUE BE STALWART!’ Anywhere is better than here, right? Get closer to that bright center and anything is better—

(It is still hard to find that bright line between the Republic under the tyranny of the Clone Wars and the perpetual state the Empire embodies. That is just how these things go.)

Leia is on the first line of defense for the Rebellion, she watches propos and listens to senators argue, quoting lines from holodramas—ironically, but also as illustrations. (She learns very young that a well-told story, even fictional, has quicker legs than one badly told and true. She disapproves, but that is the way of things.) It is amazing how many late Republicans would have supported he Empire despite explicitly stating they did not support the Empire, its agents, or any move toward a less democratic structure of government. It is amazing how weak it makes them seem, given what she knows about the inner workings of the capitol. It is—

Han is good at finding cantinas where, if the Imperial propos cut into he grav-ball match, everyone groans aloud. He smiles a little against the curve of the mug as everyone curses out the poor bastard who has to—

(Han always feels a little bad for him. Her. Whoever—he knows what it’s like to have your neck under someone’s boot, to know you don’t really have choice in this. At least he’s busy smuggling, can’t be much a spokesperson that way.)

The Resistance does not have the access the Empire does, but the Rebellion has feed hackers, holonet ‘ware corrupters. The Alliance blasts every inbox with public reveals of complaints, salaries, donations. Saw Guerra’s people de-encrypt transmissions, and release them to the ‘net in vicious anarchic fashion. (Make of it what you will, that Tarkin sent a transmission to Krennic saying ‘stop being so gentle on your workforce,’ after Krennic’s 12-hour days resulted in its first overworked, dehydrated, malnourished death.)

Regional reporters dump their findings onto the holonet, saying, look at what the governor is doing, we buried the jedi but we found, we—

look, they say in unison. look at this. you are not alone. you are not crazy. something has shifted, something significant has changed and you are not alone in thinking this. We are here, together, and this is dangerous, this is—

you are not alone. you are right, your perception of the world is—there is an objective reality, and they depart from it. you are right. you are sane. it is the galaxy that has gone insane in the interim.

“Senator?” the holonet reporter asks, when Mon Mothma falls silent, and she is smiling down at the podium. “Senator, if you could—”

“According to the study conducted by the Galactic Agency for—” she begins, and the briefing room falls so quiet she is afraid she has lost them. But there is a holonet reporter in the first row who has pressed her hand to her mouth, even as her eyes are wide, fixed on Mon’s face; and out of the corner of her eye, Mon can see Leia Organa (so much Bail and Breha’s daughter, even now) pressing her lips together, her eyes shut. And this is good. They are good, they are better. Here is the study. Here is the definition. Here is the closest she knows how to get to objective reality.

She justifies. From the root word, meaning justice. Meaning to make right. Meaning, more than what is what is available on the surface, more than what is unquestioned. More. 

So much more.

fic: No Strings

title: no strings.

genre: smut/humour

word count: 3000

description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.

“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”

“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”

“Literally just sex?”

“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”

a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.

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Rule no. #1 of starting your own band: don’t date your goddamn drummer.

“Almost two years ago, Donghyuck had been messing around on the keyboard Sookhee got him for his birthday when his phone lit up with Mark’s name, and the text message: wanna start a band? Convincing the others wasn’t a difficult task, and ta da, The Millennials was born: Mark on drums, Jeno and Jaemin, bass and rhythm guitar respectively, Renjun on backing vocals and the keyboard, and Donghyuck taking lead.”

(Band!au, Mark/Donghyuck; 7k words; PG-13)

Written by anonymous for the 2017 kpopolymfics. Read here [and don’t forget to comment if you liked it! (which I swear, you will)].

sumsimonscone  asked:

Malec and/or Clizzy taking a cooking class together

“Hurry up Fray, we can’t let those bisexuals beat us at this cake contest!”

“Alec, for the hundredth time, it’s not timed, let me take my time, you idiot!”

From the table next to them, Isabelle sat on the bar stool, slowly stirring the frosting in her bowl and Magnus sipped at his wine, observing his boyfriend cracking eggs in a rush and Clary panicking over that she can’t find the sprinkles. Actually, he was not the only one paying attention to that, considering that she was literally screaming “Where the actual fuck are my god damn sprinkles, who took my sprinkles, I will murder every single one of you if I have to, give me my sprinkles back!” as Alec held her back from throwing a milk carton at a white straight couple two tables away.

“Do you think there’s any use in telling them again that a baking class is not the same thing as a cake contest?” Izzy said, a fond smile on her face as she watched her girlfriend glare at the said straight white couple.

“Considering the first 3 times didn’t change anything for their stubborn competitive asses, I don’t think there’s any more need to try.” Magnus chuckled, as he put his wine glass down and reached over to open the oven and check if the cupcakes were ready or not.

Magnus and Izzy thought it might be a good idea to have a double date at a baking class, but from the second the instructor said the words “pick your partner” both Alec and Clary’s brains lost the ability to register this as anything but the biggest competition of their lives. They decided that they were going to split up into gay and bi teams and they only got to work after watching Clary and Alec spend 15 minutes saying things like “let’s see if the L in LGBT stands for ladyfingers master” and “let’s see if I’m not just gay but I also SLAY… at baking.”

Finally, their cupcakes were done. Magnus and Izzy went for simple half chocolate half vanilla ones, while Alec and Clary decided to make rainbow frosting, a rainbow cake and add rainbow sprinkles.

“I thought you said that this is a cake contest, not a who’s gayer contest?” Izzy teased, walking over to their table and looking down at their tray.

“First of all, there is no need for a who’s gayer contest, we all know that I’m the gayest one here.” Clary said, and Magnus burst out laughing at the look of shock and hurt on Alec’s face. “Second of all, there technically is no need for a cake contest either, considering that our cupcakes are like so much better than yours.”

Izzy shook her head fondly and muttered something along the lines of “This was never a cake contest to begin with, dummy” under her breath.

“How dare you say that you’re gayer than me?” Alec interrupted, “Can you believe this Magnus? She just said that she is gayer than me? What kind of disrespect… I cannot even… I thought we were friends…”

“Alexander, dear, I don’t think it is physically possible for a human being to be gayer than you.” Magnus put his hand on Alec’s shoulder and smiled at the genuine look of happiness and pride that took over the latter’s face, as he turned to Clary and stuck his tongue out to her.

After witnessing his boyfriend be the most dramatic 4-year-old he’s ever met, Magnus sat down in the stool and pulled Alec down for a kiss by the lapels of his jacket and heard him whisper “we are so going to beat you” into his mouth and then felt him smile as he kissed him softly, putting his hands on Magnus’s waist and then pulling away from the kiss, only to leave about a dozen kisses on Magnus’s cheeks, as Magnus grinned and placed a soft kiss on Alec’s forehead: “of course you are darling.”

And as Clary was making sure with the flash of her phone that all the cupcakes were 100% perfect, Isabelle walked up to the instructor and asked her to come taste the cupcakes that they made and say that the rainbow ones are so good that they don’t even compare to the half chocolate half vanilla ones and she looked over at Clary fondly and then walked up to her and hugged her from behind and felt her jump a little from the surprise and whispered into her ear “we don’t stand a chance against you do we?” And Clary turned her head and looked at her, slowly leaning down and dragging her lips over Izzy’s and pulling away with a smirk: “you really don’t.”

anonymous asked:

It's because of your blog that I found Melodies Unheard but felt all the Same and I want to thank you! I can't hear out of my left ear and the hearing in my right ear isn't so great either and it's nice to know of a story about a deaf character where the writer actually studied before writing and had sources and links added for their readers to check out. Do you have any other disability victuri stories that are good and respectful?

First of all, I’m so happy to hear that you found a great fic that is respectful and relates to you, in a way! This is the goal of my blog, that everyone is able to find a fic that they love and can even find a fic that can relate to their life and their circumstances. I’m so happy to have you on my blog, thank you for requesting this! I hope the fics here are not offensive in any way, I tried to pick fics that had a lot of great feedback and support! 

Note: Some of these fics may have content that could be triggering/difficult to read. Please read at your discretion.

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Yuuri/Victor Has a Disability 


Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 76k
Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he’s a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov’s presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing. AMAZING fic!!

Unspoken by daretoliveforever, Gen, 5.9k
“You see Yuuri, when your soulmate says something about you, like a compliment or a special message, their words will appear on your skin.“ I’m sobbing

Silent Ice by ofskatesandwatercolor, Mature, 28k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov had never dreamed he’d find the inspiration to enjoy his life-long passion again, until he met deaf figure skater Katsuki Yuuri. Great fic, but starts off pretty angsty because of misunderstandings!

Prism by kanekki, Mature, 13k
Yuuri is losing his hearing, but gaining more than he ever could have imagined in return. Thumbs up!

Your Voice by DandereMikuo, Teen, 10k (WIP)
After a certain incident, 19-year old Katsuki Yuuri is unable to skate, and now confides in his newfound interest: music. Meanwhile, famous figure skater 23-year old Victor Nikiforov is in Japan for personal reasons. Musician AU!

Love Unseen by KaylaBellissima, Explicit, 28k (WIP)
AU where Yuuri went blind within the first year or so after he became a fan of Victor, and never pursued figure skating for himself. Told through Victor. Inspired by Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same!

Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by W84U, Mature, 6.8k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki is a florist in Japan, he’s never heard a voice before. Viktor Nikiforov is a famous skater with a prodigy little brother. Yuri is Viktors adoptive little brother he’s never been in love. Minami Kenjiro is Yuuri’s best friend with a heart of gold. What happens when they all meet? Very sweet fic!

Knowing your love by Viktor_OnInk (Magik_Lester), Teen, 6k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki had not always been blind. There was a time when he could see the grass, the trees, the food he ate, his mother’s face as she tucked him in at night and sung him a little song before he closed his eyes and went to sleep. He was in awe with the beauty of the world and when his sight was taken away from him, it was the cruellest of fates for the young boy.

Rise Above the Tides by Kashoku, Explicit, 34k
Yuuri was going to go out on top, just like Viktor had. He was going to win gold in his third World’s appearance and then retire to spend the rest of his life with his husband. But when a freak accident during his finale free skate leaves him blind, Yuuri finds himself spiraling into a world darker than the one in front of his eyes and he must learn to Rise. You will definitely cry, but there is a happy ending!


the birth of comets takes place on the tip of your lashes by apollothyme, Teen, 15k
His eyes are sick, were always going to be sick and will only get sicker as time progresses. There’s no treatment for it, just glasses and maybe prayer, if you’re into that kind of stuff. Well researched, and great writing! (Otayuri not victuuri, but still great!)

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A REAL EXORCISM !!!

So if ya’ll like MP100 you should read “Tomorrow Isn’t Always Another Day” by suitablyskippy  ‘cause it’s really good! 

anyway yeah,, my art is very bad but this shit made me laugh and I wanted to try and draw it~

anonymous asked:

#74 + Sterek, please!

74. “It’s been 10 years how do you still look so good?”

High school reunions are suppose to be an event where kids who were awkward in high school get to show off how successful they are. Stiles had spent most of high school looking forward to the fact that he would eventually be successful and he could rub it in everyone’s face. 

He had gone off to school in D.C., gotten recruited by the the FBI and the CIA, and eventually joined up with the CIA. He spent the ages of 22 to 26 working undercover ops overseas. 

It wasn’t a job he could brag about though. Most of his work was top secret, need to know only. 

His dad thought he was working for a bank that had him stationed in England. It was a great job, he loved it even if he did miss his dad. 

When he was 27 he was involved in a hostage situation in Tunisia. When he got out the CIA decided that he could stay stateside for awhile. He was excited until he realized that meant he would be able to go to his high school reunion. 

“Come on Stiles, you haven’t been home in years,” Scott said, “Not since my wedding.”

“I know buddy,” Stiles said, running a hand over his face as he tried to think of an excuse, “But we have a huge uh, thing at work. I can’t get out of the office.”

“Stiles come on!” Scott whined, “I heard that Derek Hale will be at the reunion.”

“Hard pass,” Stiles said, looking over his shoulder. It was habit at this point, making sure he had every exit covered. 

“Don’t you want to meet your goddaughter,” Scott said, pulling out the big guns to get Stiles back to Beacon Hills.

“Fine,” Stiles said after a moment, “I mean I have to clear it with my boss, but yeah fine.”

He could hear the smile in Scott’s voice, “Awesome! I’ll tell your dad.”

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O R B I T- the path described by one body in its revolution about another

(fic by primarybufferpanel)

I would like to see a sort of phantom-of-the-opera themed fic, where Will works for the opera, not as one of the singers, but in the orchestra pit.

Originally posted by janexausten

Originally posted by helloyangmal

(long stream-of-thought summary of the story below)

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I’m here.

@prinxietyhell u said u wanted to see this

so. i decided to actually write a fanfic for the first time in forever. and it’s prinxiety, which i’ve never written before. don’t worry, i’ve used proper grammar in the actual fic, lowercase is only my aesthetic in contexts where it’s appropriate.

trigger warnings: anxiety/panic attacks, self-hate, suicidal thoughts (at one point)

ship is, as i said, prinxiety, but it’s really light and can probably be seen as platonic if that’s what u want.

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anonymous asked:

my dashboard calling fandom out for making magnus all ~small is making me want fic where alec is the one stealing magnus's shirts because magnus is frigging ripped and alec likes wearing magnus's accidentally-stretched-out shirts

i actually wrote something like this

but you have no idea how much i love the idea of magnus’s shirts fitting alec around the shoulders all wrong because magnus has stretched them out or they’re just tailored to fit magnus. and i think alec would love it, love pulling on one of his shirts and pressing his face to it. imagine that plaid shirt he was wearing settled on alec, all that chest hair peeking through where it’s unbuttoned, and it’s just clear it fits magnus just that much better. it couldn’t matter less because alec is just smelling the shirt, blissful as hell.

also consider magnus busting out of alec’s shirts and alec casually losing his shit. he’s just staring, unfocused at the way magnus’s biceps strain against one of his shirts. his eyebrows are raised and he has that utterly hazy look in his eyes, his lips pressed together and his breathing is all ragged.

“alec…? alexander, i asked you a question.”

alec doesn’t respond for a good couple of seconds, breathing in really slowly and uncrossing his legs so he can spread them. he blinks and clears his throat then, seeming to come back into the moment. “what’s up?” but his voice is a wrecked kind of hoarse.

the whole room is staring at him and magnus is fighting a smug smirk.

star trek beyond is so good u guys

  • *Regina runs out of the apartment, Emma following on her heels*
  • Emma: Wait! Regina...are you okay?
  • Regina: I just need some air Emma...go back inside.
  • Emma: No...I...I know you're upset about Robin and I don't want to make things worse.
  • Regina *sighs*: It's not about Robin.
  • Emma: It isn't? Then what? Is it about Hook...because I know you think he's not good enough for me...
  • Regina: It doesn't matter what I think about him...if he makes you happy then I'll make peace with it.
  • Emma: Make peace? You're my friend Regina...I want you to be okay with this...if he's not about Robin then what is it about?
  • Regina: What it's always been about Emma...you.
Fic: Wishful thinking (isn't good science)

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Kabby

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Set right after 3x06. Marcus couldn’t stop thinking about that cheek kiss. And then he found himself behind Abby’s door in the middle of the night.

Pike wasn’t very surprised by the outcome. 


Marcus couldn’t sleep. 

This was no surprise for him, his mind was still preoccupied with Jaha, Pike and Bellamy. The constantly shifting weather conditions were also a factor. A heat wave had tormented the camp the last few nights and Marcus hardly remembered what it was like to lie in bed without his shirt sticking to the skin.

But now one more troubling memory had taken residence in his head and prevented him from falling asleep — the memory of Abby’s lips. The feeling of them on Marcus’s skin, to be exact. Marcus could still feel the faint, tingly sensation. He propped himself up from the bed, absent-mindedly brushing his cheek.

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bodhi rook week: day 6 - family

feat jyn erso and brief appearances of the rest o the team 

(840 words) i hate that stupid tentacle thing and yet i’ve written about it again aUGH

Bor Gullet strips Bodhi down, and while he’s in that cell, he’s not sure he can ever feel whole again. He does, in bits and pieces - he doesn’t lose his mind, like Saw had predicted, but there are times he almost wish he does. 

It would be easier than forgetting

There’s a woman – a pilot. Bodhi glances at her out of the corner of his eye, and he stops, opens his mouth to speak before he realizes that – no, she’s not someone he knows.

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anonymous asked:

Hey. This isn't a headcannon but more of a request. Can you give a list of good dp blogs? Like ask blogs or fic rec blogs or even photo edits? I'm having a hard time finding them myself.

Here’s a my main where I post mostly Danny Phantom (shameless plug sorry):

@whatsupiexist

And here are a whole bunch that I like and I’m following:

@invisobil @greeneyeswhitehair @dannyphantomrenaissance @dannyelling @dannyphentomedits @dannyphantom-justiceleauge @icyspook @ectopusses @phantom-crossovers @onlyinamitypark @narwhalsarefalling @ask-dani-masters @totallycorrectdannyphantomquotes @mostlikelynothuman @textsfromghosts @currently-lurking @danny-phantastic

Sorry if I didn’t include anyone, i just went through my following and added stuff there. Some are just personal blogs where they post a lot of Danny Phantom and some are strictly DP content.

Royalty AU - Prince Kim of Lê Chiến Kingdom

Read the fic here (Kim is the main character so it was about time I drew him! :P)

(Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Nathaniel, Alix) (more classmates coming soon)

anonymous asked:

hi I like your writing but you really should my call lance "McClain" in your fics. Lance is canon Cuban in VLD, it isn't a Cuban last name and was only his last name in go lion, when he was white. Using it is kinda whitewash-y. Maybe next time use a Cuban name! Have a good day!

thanks! 

now, you want me to stop using ‘McClain’ as lance’s last name because it’s not “cuban”, right? 

ok. i get where you’re coming from and i understand. “McClain” has a history linking back to scotland and the like, so i get why you’d say it’s “whitewash-y”. however, that being said, i don’t think it’s white-washing to use that as his last name.

i’m going to state here: i’m not cuban. i’m white. i’m not going to preach on behalf of poc - cubans in particular, i’m just going to give my opinion. feel free to message me again if you want to discuss this (or if i say smth bad). 

k, now bc i’m white, all i’m going to say is: i don’t think you should be claiming that lance’s last name can’t be mcclain purely because it does have scottish links. lance’s family, (as seen below), aren’t all poc. in fact, some of them are white, i would say.

what does this mean? lance could be biracial. in fact, i headcanon him as such. is that a problem? literally no. having biracial representation is really cool too! 

so it wouldn’t be much of a stretch for his last name to be mcclain if his dad is white and his mother is cuban.

REGARDLESS, labelling names as black/white/asian/etc isn’t … the best thing to do, i don’t think. i’m not sure how to word this exactly but: names don’t define ethnicity / race. 

in short: i’m going to keep using McClain as Lance’s last name until we get a different one, if that happens. i’m sorry if this offends you or upsets you.

let’s keep it fun

Main characters: Christoffer Schistad, Eva Kviig Mohn
Main pairings: Chris x Eva
Word count: 9,101 words
Summary: Chris and Eva are just friends. Who make out a lot. But sometimes friends do that. (Or, the five times Chris and Eva hooked up, and the one time they didn’t.)

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