So, I think there’s something fascinating going on with Overwatch Lore. I think we’re watching Blizzard rewrite unrevealed lore live in response to fan feedback.
And I think it centers around Gabriel Reyes.
Originally, we were presented with the narrative that Reyes was the original Strike Team leader during the Omnic Crisis, was passed over for promotion. Worked with Jack and Ana for twenty years, then at some point got so resentful that he led an armed rebellion against them, resulting in the base exploding and him coming back as an angry smog ghost.
I have a feeling that the canceled First Strike graphic novel was entwined with this narrative, hinting at Gabriel’s future jealousy and villainy.
Except, this is the age of social media and fandom engagement. People rejected that narrative, mostly because on it’s own, it is really stupid. People latched onto Gabriel Reyes as a character, and the idea that he brings down Overwatch out of base envy kind of ruins him. Why have a simply EVIL character when you can have a COMPLEX character? It also implies that a good chunk of Overwatch sided with Gabe over the issue of who go the statue and the big blue coat.
So, first strike was canceled, and we’ve been seeing Gabriel portrayed as still close with Jack and Ana.
And now, I theorize.
Gabriel WAS responsible for the fall of Overwatch, but not because he was mad about a promotion from twenty years ago, but because of a fundamental disagreement about what Overwatch was.
The new comic, Uprising, contains a few key moments.
First: Blackwatch is suspended, and Overwatch isn’t allowed to operate in Britain, but Gabriel sends McCree anyway, showing that he’s more concerned with doing good than following the rules.
Second: The entire comic is based around the struggle between following orders, and helping people who need help. Jack has a base full of agents trained to handle omnic extremists holding hostages in central London, but his hands are tied.
Third: This panel
The implication seems to be that Overwatch wasn’t successful because they had the best gear, or the most skill. Overwatch succeeded because people got desperate enough to let them operate without oversight, free from politics and egos, dedicated entirely to the goal of winning the war.
That was the Overwatch Strike Team that Gabriel Reyes led. A group of soldiers answerable to nobody, willing to do whatever it took, use whatever methods got results. Maybe they were the ones who blacked out Mexico, depriving the Omnics of power. Maybe they leveled chunks of Rio, gave the Outback to the Omnics,
And that’s why Jack Morrison got the statue and the big blue coat. Because, while Gabriel Reyes may have won the war, he probably crossed a lot of lines to do so. As Overwatch was transitioning from a wartime necessity to a global peacekeeping force, they needed somebody more controllable at the helm.
Which brings us to the Fall of Overwatch. Gabriel Reyes has been running Blackwatch his way, doing whatever he feels is necessary without asking permission. But, it’s coming back to bite them, they’re being attacked on all sides, Ana has faked her death, leaving Jack and Gabe to battle over the future of Overwatch.
Jack holds to the dream that Overwatch can return to it’s prior status as a beloved global peacekeeping force, working with the UN, smiling and waving for the cameras. He’s crossed some lines (Like sending the team to London), but he thinks that was a one-time necessity. If asked to stay out, Overwatch should stay out.
Gabriel on the other hand doesn’t care what people think. He LOVES that Jack sent the team to London, he HATES that Jack waited so long. He doesn’t think that Overwatch should be limited by the whims of politicians. He wants it to operate like they did during the Omnic Crisis, a free-roaming band of heroes doing what needed to be done. Basically, Lawful Good vs Chaotic Good. That’s the conflict that splits Overwatch.
As for the Explosion? Maybe it was caused by the fight, maybe it was Talon.
Now, post-overwatch, their opinions have shifted. Jack, now Soldier: 76, thinks that Overwatch was a failed idea from the start. Any attempts to rebuild it will just lead to the same problem: Oversite vs Action. Ironically, he’s now become exactly what Gabriel wanted Overwatch to be. He’s a vigilante, operating outside the law, doing what he feels is necessary to make the world a better place.
As for Gabriel? He’s Reaper now, and that’s amplified everything, but the main feeling is one of betrayal. From his perspective, everybody that didn’t side with him cared more about playing politics and looking good than actually doing their jobs. They betrayed him, Jack especially. Not that Reaper cares about making the world a better place. He’s mad that Jack turned against him, mad that he was turned into Reaper, Mad in general.
But not about the Statue. It was never about the Statue.
WALKING TO THE FOREST TO DIE everything from Harry waking up in Dumbledore’s office to Voldemort killing him is just exquisite — Harry’s realisation that Dumbledore had been grooming him for death and Harry being hyperaware of his own body, “brain and nerve and bounding heart” is all so gorgeous and sad and wonderful, and he’s so brave. HE’S SO BRAVE. I’M SO FUCKING SAD IT’S BEEN 7 YEARS
destroying Dumbledore’s office I love this scene because after 4 books of Harry keeping shit to himself and sitting on his feelings you get lots of minor, small explosions post-Cedric dying and then THIS, it’s a NUCLEAR BOMB OF ANGER and it’s so satisfying to read but also the most painful thing in the world, ever
politely asking the sphinx to move, please this cracks me up every time. if someone was like show me ONE THING that DEFINES Harry James Potter AS A HUMAN AND A CHARACTER I would show them this scene. life-threatening wizard competition. dangerous magical creature. “can you move, please?” my son
torturing Amycus after he spit on McGonagall this means A Lot to me because Harry just straight up crucios that fucker without any hesitation or warm-up and puts so much feeling behind it. anything where Harry is morally grey is my favourite because he’s The Saviour and the Master of Death and it’s like yeah, and he just crucio’d a dude so hard he flew across the room and passed out
“you don’t have to call me ‘sir’, professor" any scene where Harry backchats Snape is fantastic but I distinctly remember reading this scene and being like OOOHHHH OOOOOHHHH SICK BUUURRNNNN OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH
it’s so funny to me how much the homestuck fanbase changed in 2011-2012
like, initially hussie’s audience was largely just nerdy webcomic fans until it kind of branched out and was comprised mostly of those geeky ass cishet dudes who argue about power levels and call themselves gamers and shit
however, around hivebent the fanbase shifted immensely and a lot of teenagers and young adults – esp girls, and esp LGBT ppl – got super into the comic to the point where it pretty much blew up
and a lot of the geeky cishet dudes who followed the comic the longest were super bitter about it and talk at length about how “gayness” and “tumblr” and “shipping” supposedly “ruined” homestuck
however… for the great majority of homestuck’s popularity and updates it was a character-driven story with a super cool concept that carried the story but was largely never explored in-depth. we know very little about the setting (alternia, earth, etc) or the intricacies of the game mechanics (classpects etc) but we DO know quite a bit about the characters’ relationships and interactions
and that’s what kills me! tbh, character interaction and character development was ALWAYS one of hussie’s biggest strengths as a writer. it’s so funny that weirdo nerd guys who care exclusively about classpect nonsense, game mechanics, etc and proudly proclaim the “only ship they care about is john/roxy” don’t like the way the comic turned out
whether they were the intended audience or not, homestuck was never meant to be the type of media they’d really enjoy. i don’t know why they expected back to back epic fight scenes and explosions and grand heterosexual romances instead of hundreds of pages of insecure teenagers talking about their feelings. that’s always been a huge part of what homestuck was.
Steph. There's a post going around arguing that our John doesn't love Sherlock but despises him (it's not an anti johnlock post tho) and it made me ridiculously sad. Can you give some examples of John loving Sherlock? :( It really bothered me
FIRST OF ALL: JOHN’S BLOG. If I didn’t know that it was official, I would have thought it was a fan-site. It’s terribly romantic and John essentially fawns over Sherlock in almost every entry. Read especially the entries done during the hiatus. They’re… just… JOHN, PLEASE.
Martin’s acting. Just, every time John is around Sherlock, his face does 300 different emotions, but the most blatant is lust / adoration / incredulity.
Anytime the show is in John’s POV, it’s just… Sherlock is this ethereal being that John “can look but not touch”.
THE FUCKING PILOT. Just… The whole Pilot. John is literally one step away from jumping Sherlock in a back alley.And the really gay rooftop music.Just. Listen to that and be amazed at how gay that is. That’s ALL from John’s POV. AND John had this look on his face:
John had a limp until Sherlock came into his life and gave it new meaning.
He hits on Sherlock the first night. Granted this isn’t a sign of love, but dear god John had no idea that one little thing and rejection would start his endless pining.
Laughing against the wall together, and in awe at Sherlock curing his limp.
The eye sex. Good god, the eye sex.
He stands up to Mycroft DEFENDING Sherlock and he has no idea who Mycroft is or what he’s capable of.
Even though he didn’t know Sherlock that long, he ran after Sherlock when the phone pinged.
He killed a man for Sherlock after knowing him for only about 24 hours, and had no guilt about it.
His PIN is “SHER”. Like at this point he’s only known Sherlock for a couple months and he already changed his PIN to “SHER”???? COME ON, JOHN, PLEASE.
He goes after Sherlock rather than protect Soo Lin, because he is worried Sherlock will hurt himself.
Spends his whole date with Sarah thinking about and talking to Sherlock. He constantly checks over his shoulder to see Sherlock’s reactions to literally everything.
And this was all after he just constantly lingers his gaze over Sherlock for the first half of the episode.
He has incredible guilt about the blog post that causes the Yard to make fun of Sherlock.
“I thought you would have been flattered”. Literally John is hurt that Sherlock seemingly doesn’t like his blog. They had a fucking DOMESTIC because of a BLOG POST and John’s hurt feelings. Hashtag MARRIED.
John races back to Baker Street from Sarah’s AFTER SHE’S SUGGESTIVE WITH HIM just to make sure Sherlock is okay.
John’s jealousy towards Jim flirting with Sherlock.
*sighs* EYE SEX.
John was willing to kill The Golem for Sherlock.
John, strapped to a bomb vest, took an opening and grappled and held on tight to Moriarty, told Sherlock to run. Essentially, he was willing to sacrifice his body to a slurry of gunfire and an explosion if only Sherlock would be safe from Moriarty.
“People would talk.” Why does that concern you so much, John.
Then, John was willing to die with Sherlock, without hesitation. They shared one single look and it was done.
John’s jealousy throughout the entire episode; he wouldn’t be jealous if there wasn’t some latent pining.
MORE eye sex and toffee eyes, or John looking like a kicked puppy for half the episode because he is sad that Irene seems to have taken his place.
John essentially gives up dating in this episode.
John goes on a case for Sherlock because Sherlock was too lazy to go on his own.
Even though he was with Jeanette, John consistently pays more attention to Sherlock at Christmas, eventually driving Jeanette to call John out on his obsession with Sherlock, naming Sherlock as her “competition”.
John thinks Sherlock would be hurt to discover that Irene is for-real dead this time, so he chooses to lie, because John doesn’t want Sherlock to go into a sad fit again. John chose the “kinder” option, and then gives Sherlock what he wants when he asks for the phone even though it is not allowed.
John goes on a holiday with Sherlock. Just… they go on a holiday. There’s no argument about it, just… they go.
John doesn’t deny that he and Sherlock are together when the Innkeeper assumes they are together, rather he deflects, because it’s too close to the truth.
John pulls rank to show off to Sherlock for a change.
The cheekbones and the coat collar, essentially revealing that he stares at Sherlock all the time.
John forgives Sherlock for his brashness, experimentation, and ignorance of John.
Another “people will talk” comment when they hold hands, and THEN John still holds onto Sherlock’s sleeve while Sherlock is babbling on.
John’s anger at both Kitty and Jim, defending Sherlock’s honour.
The rooftop exchange between the two and John’s unwavering faith in Sherlock (“I know you for real”).
John’s complete breakdown at seeing Sherlock dead.
Just the entire second half of MHR. John mourns like a grieving widower, needing a heavy drink and to be alone to watch the video of Sherlock again, holding back his tears as he watches Sherlock on screen.
John physically goes to Baker St. to “move on”. John couldn’t, in 2 years, bring himself to stay at Baker Street because it reminded him too much of Sherlock. Mrs Hudson calls him out on how he was “after” and John doesn’t say anything. Then he is angry about the comment that they were a couple because THEY WEREN’T. He blames himself for Sherlock’s death.
To “move on”, John jumps into a relationship to get over Sherlock believing that his miracle would never come, only to have Sherlock come back at the worst moment and Mary manipulate John into a proposal.
Donde Estas, Yolanda? This song pretty much is John’s heart speaking.Actually, most of the music selection is really very “John” and his inner turmoil of trying to understand if he should try to make a move on Sherlock. Music in Sherlock is always important; it’s always projecting the feelings of either John or Sherlock on a subtextual level.
More eye sex.
John returning to Baker Street on his own, before the bonfire, dressed in his old outfit… It’s the only time in the whole episode he dresses like “pre-S3” John"… And his oscillation on the pavement and all that.
And John’s RETURNS to 221b a second time. Because he can’t stay away.
The obviously staged tumble forward to grab at Sherlock’s knee, followed by, “I don’t mind” and an indifferent shrug.
“I’m there if you want it.”
John’s first reaction to Sherlock’s adorable confusion after the best man speech was to hug Sherlock; he loves him so much that he is very moved by Sherlock’s admission to the whole of the room to how much John means to Sherlock. John even cried beforehand, and you can just SEE his FUCKING FACE glow every time he looks at Sherlock.
John ALSO grabs and holds Sherlock’s neck not once but twice in this episode.
John cluing in at the end of the episode that Sherlock does indeed feel something more for John when they share a look, and not being able to deal with his mistake, so he no-homo’d out of there because it hurt too much.
Only a month into their marriage, John is having wet dreams about Sherlock, and is visibly disappointed when Sherlock is not the one at the door.
John contacts Mycroft when Sherlock is overdosed.
Only to kick him out shortly after because he is upsetting Sherlock.
He tries to make Sherlock laugh and succeeds.
John’s jealousy once again, this time over Janine.
John’s longing looks to Sherlock.
John’s subtle “I want to come, too” when Sherlock mentions the case.
When John is searched at the flat, he makes a joke about his dick IN FRONT OF SHERLOCK to another man.
John’s immediate reaction to Sherlock being shot.
John’s off-screen acceptance to let Sherlock show him the truth about his murderer.
Because this episode takes place entirely in Sherlock’s head, I don’t think we should really include it in this list, but I’m going to anyway, since Sherlock actually picked up on John’s love for him. He knows that John will accept him regardless of his faults if he confessed his love for him. I think this is why S4 doesn’t sit right with me, because it completely diverted from this HUGE revelation that Sherlock had made in TAB.
Mycroft’s plea to John signifies that Myc knows about how much John cares for Sherlock.
And these are a crapshoot, because the whole series did a 180˚ with the narrative and John’s character. I’m so angry because I don’t believe for one second John would choose Mary over Sherlock. Anyway, here goes:
Sherlock is made Rosie’s godfather. I know that’s not much since there are two other god parents, but John absolutely insists to Sherlock needs to be there.
Ghost!Mary is supposed to be a projection of John’s inner thoughts, feelings and inner turmoil. Ghost!Mary often refers to how important Sherlock is to John, and that Sherlock is “his”. As shittily annoying as she was, it was REALLY insightful into John’s own thought process about Sherlock.
The “romantic entanglement” speech. John is projecting here. He is essentially admitting to Sherlock that he lost his chance with Sherlock, and he regrets it.
I’m not even going to bother with this one, since I think this is a fake episode. I think the closest is, given that I think this is in John’s head, he uses Molly as a stand in for himself, and he projects himself into Molly and his own fears for confessing to Sherlock.
I hope all of these help you feel better, Nonny, and please, everyone, I most likely will have missed many-a-point, so please add to them – I study Sherlock’s character more than John’s, so I have a harder time seeing John’s cues!
Is anyone else an explosive borderline? (Feelings of abandonment)
A lot of bpd posts I see talk about feeling abandoned and immediately blaming themselves and feeling horrible, depressed, suicidal, etc.
When I start to feel abandoned, I’m the exact opposite. I immediately bare my teeth and become hostile toward whoever I am feeling abandoned by. I will feel awful even as I’m doing it yet be completely incapable of stopping the building rage until I’m screaming and literally saying whatever I can to make them leave (all the while inside I’m screaming at myself to stop). I’ll go into a nasty split for hours and it won’t be until after that I feel depressed, guilty, and extremely anxious and drained.
Is anyone else explosive like this with perceived abandonment? Am I alone?
Summary: You lost your hand in an explosion and receives a metal one similar to Bucky’s.
Warnings: Injury (??)
Words: 2 192
Y/N: Woah it’s been a while since I posted I’m sorry bout that. Anyway, here’s some random Bucky thing I had in mind!
She slowly began to detect the light behind her closed eyelids. Images of the accident crashed into her mind like a hurricane, causing her heart to start beating furiously. She could still hear her own scream, still feel the pain.
“Y/N?” She could have sworn it was Bruce speaking, but his voice sounded distant. She could barely hear it.
She remembered the deafening ringing in her ears after the bomb had gone off. The warm wetness of her own blood on her face, staining her skin gruesomely. She remembered her body becoming paralyzed from the agony. Her throat had began to taste of blood from her dry and almost inhumanly loud scream.
“Y/N?” It was Steve, and she was certain this time around. She could hear him call her name somewhere in her dazed head. She wanted to pry her eyes open and look at the man, but she couldn’t.
She felt the numbness in her entire, right arm and felt her breathing become shallow as she realized what awaited her when she’d come to her senses.
“Calm down, Y/N. You’re okay now, alright? We’re all back at the Tower. Everyone of us are here and no one else is hurt.” Steve rambled, trying to reassure her. She wanted to cry both because she was scared and because she was happy. She didn’t cry for neither of those reasons as her body finally allowed her to even open her eyes.
The bright lights felt as if they burned her eyes like the sun itself. Her vision was blurry and unfocused yet she detected movement around her.
“Hey…” She felt the warmness of a hand on her arm, seeing what she recognized to be Steve’s figure in front of her. “Are you good? Do you feel okay?”
She shook her head no, but he knew what she meant. Bruce came to the other side of the hospital bed she laid in and and placed his hands on the handles along the sides.
“You remember, don’t you?” He suspected, eyes looking down at her with pity as she slowly nodded. Bruce and Steve exchanged a look over the bed before turning to look down at her again.
“Just take it slow. Remember that even if it isn’t your own flesh, it’s still you.” Steve smiled painfully and squeezed her left arm softly for further reassurance.
Not having it in her to wait any longer, she turned her head slightly towards her right and looked down, seeing the metal hand rest at her side and reaching up to her forearm where its edge was hidden behind bandages, her reddened and scarred arm continuing above the tightly wrapped fabric.
She whimpered, feeling sick to the very core of her bones. She couldn’t feel her entire arm due to the sedatives, but she would never be able to feel her hand again. It was gone, blown away by the bomb she had tried to grab and throw away before it exploded. Obviously, she had failed, and she would have to live with her actions for the rest of her life.
“Bucky has been with you day and night since we got home, but when you started to wake up, he said he couldn’t see your reaction to all of this, so he left…” Steve explained as he was sure she had already wondered where Bucky was, and he was right. Amongst the first things she noticed was the lack of his presence in the room as she woke up. She couldn’t be mad at him though. He had suffered through the loss of a limb before. Watching someone else do the same would bring up old memories she doubted were even remotely pleasant.
The change of subject calmed her down and distracted her from her lack of a right hand. Yet, she still thought of it subsequently as she thought of when Bucky would visit her.
“Don’t try and move your arm yet. You need to heal and rest before you do anything, arm or not… But I have to say, Tony did a superb work.“
She nodded before her mind began to drift again. "How long have I-” Steve held up a hand kindly to hinder her from speaking further and straining her voice.
“Two days, going on your third.” Steve answered, studying her closely to figure out how she was feeling. The amount of time she had been out did not seem to bother her but he could see her eyes continuously trying to catch a glimpse of her hand.
“Did everyone else make it?” She bit her lip as she tried to contain the overwhelming emotions that came crashing down on her like a wave.
“Yes. Everyone’s alright.” He assured. “You saved their lives… You’re a hero.”
She huffed, looking away from Steve. She didn’t feel like a hero even the slightest. She did not see their mission as accomplished but as failed. How could she be a hero when a third of her arm had been blown off? She didn’t understand Steve’s logic at all.
“It’s true.” He attempted to convince her. “I don’t doubt you feel pretty roughed up right now, but you saved the lives of a dozen people. Your sacrifice saved them.”
She bit down on her lip. She could feel the unexplainable loss of her hand. It felt as if it should be there at the same time as she could feel it was gone. She swore she could feel the tip of her fingers, but she didn’t feel them at all. It was all games that her mind played.
“When can I move it?” She managed to ask Bruce who had been silent for a while. He cleared his throat and looked down at her bionic hand.
“Your nerves were also injured in the explosion. Your new hand is already connected to your nerve system but it will all need a few days to heal and adapt.” He looked her in the eyes briefly. “An exact time is impossible to determine.”
She nodded vaguely and propped her head to the center of her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Only a second after, the door opened, and in came Bucky. She looked up at him but he didn’t meet her stare. His glossed-over eyes went instantly to her hand and his jaw tightened. He would never admit it, but he had cried for her. The turmoil and torture he had gone through because of his own arm was too much for himself to grasp. For something so awful to happen to such a pure girl like Y/N had been harder on him than he would have thought.
“Bucky helped a lot.” Steve said as he noticed his old friend stare speechlessly at Y/N’s new hand. She looked up at Steve. “He let Tony completely break down his arm to create as good of a hand as we could for you.”
She barely believed the Captain. “Really?” She turned towards Bucky whose cheeks were flushing red. “Thank you.”
He didn’t want to be thanked. He wanted to be forgiven. He should have attempted to disarm the bomb, not Y/N. It should have been him.
Bucky made his way to the roof of the Stark Tower, knowing Y/N was there. Ever since Tony was so kind to build a medium sized greenhouse there after her accident, knowing how much she loved gardening, she had dedicated most of her wake time to her hobby. Partially it was because she liked gardening, the other part was because she was hiding from everyone. She didn’t want them to see her struggle with her new hand but would rather practice alone.
The luscious greenhouse came into his sight. The plants around the walls grew so thickly it was impossible to spot Y/N through them. He walked up to the open, glass door and looked down the pebble isle in the center. Further down the isle, Y/N was kneeling on the soft rocks and holding a watering can with both her hands.
He knocked twice on the open doors to make her aware of his presence. Her eyes snapped up in surprise and almost as if it was a reflex, her left hand covered her fright one.
“You don’t have to hide it.” He said as he took slow steps further inside the warm and humid greenhouse which smelled heavenly of jasmine and white tobacco. “Not to me.”
He waved his left arm in the air childly and smiled as he heard her chuckle softly at his goofy behavior. Her smile faded and she looked down at her hands. Hesitantly, she dragged her left hand away and exposed the metal one to the rays of sunshine that managed to seep past the greenery around her. Bucky stared at it, hating that he felt comfort from such a tragic thing. He just didn’t want to be alone, and he wish Y/N would somehow understand that.
“How are your plants feeling?” He tried to have a casual conversation. He walked inside to the opening in the isle where there was a small shed for all of Y/N tools but also a bench where Bucky took a seat.
She shook her head clear, trying to keep up with his mood swinging and topic changing. “Good.” Her eyes traveled around her personal slice of heaven which she was unimaginably grateful for. Her eyes locked onto the rich, red strawberries which grew along the pathway through the greenhouse in a narrow line. She picked a big and juicy looking one, standing up and bringing it to Bucky. “Here, try it! It’s a mix of strawberries and wild strawberries. They’re extra sweet.”
Bucky raised his metal hand and Y/N hadn’t realized she had picked the strawberry with her right one, her new one. Embarrassed and ashamed, she still placed the berry in Bucky’s palm. Their fingers accidentally touched and the metal on metal clinked. She pulled her hand back and took a deep breath. She tried to convince herself to stop being such a baby, especially considering that it was Bucky sitting in front of her who had a metal hand of his own to care about.
He took a bite of the strawberry and chewed on it for a bit longer to let the flavor get to him. After a few moments, he let out a small grown and nodded pleasingly. “That is ridiculously good.” He looked at the rest of the strawberry in his hand with amazement. “I’m just gonna put it on the record, but if you get up here one day and all of your strawberries are gone, it might have been me.”
She chuckled again and it warmed him to see her happy. God knows she deserved it.
“How are you doing, by the way? I know you don’t want to talk about your hand but I just want to know that you don’t need help handling things or something.” He couldn’t contain himself. The reason he had came up to her greenhouse was to see that she was alright. Of course, he didn’t at allied just watching her care for her flowers and other greens. He simply enjoyed being in her presence and there was something peaceful about the small greenhouse she had created on the roof of the Stark Tower, surrounded by city everywhere you looked. He loved it, just as she did.
She looked down at her hand. It was still wrapped with bandages where the metal was connected with the skin. She knew how it looked underneath, and it looked bad. Her skin was sizzled and the dents where bubbles had formed in the heat of the explosion had created round dents in her skin. It was brutal, grotesque, and she didn’t want to ever remove it.
“Alright.” She said after a long pause. “I mean, I’m doing fine. I can do practically anything. It’s the mental part that’s not really keeping up.” She tried to laugh it off, like it wasn’t a big deal, but Bucky knew it was. He had been in her shoes more times than she could imagine. Broken and afraid, hating yourself.
“I’m always here, you know that right?” He startled her by asking. He had never been so open to her before. “If you ever want to talk, you know. I’m one of the few around here that can relate to what you’re going through.”
She huffed again, almost laughing. “You’re the only one Bucky. Last time I checked, no one else has a bionic limb here.”
He leaned back on the bench, eating up the rest of the strawberry casually. “Even more reason for you to spend some extra time with me.”
I was chatting today about the coming season and all the exciting meta everyone’s going to write about it, and about how hard it is sometimes for your posts to get seen, especially when you’re a new blog with not so many followers yet, and since hardly anyone uses the main tags or just being anxious to put yourself out there.
So this is a post I hope others with a good number of followers reblog as well to agree, but if you have written any meta or observations or thoughts you think I’ll like, and want it to get seen, please feel free to @ me in the post or to use the airplane at the bottom of the post or even just drop an “anonymous tip” in my inbox to go look at it, and I will happily reblog and boost it to my followers, since I am often the first small part of a chain in a very large explosion of reblogs :D (Because I have the best followers with great taste.)
Meta isn’t an exclusive club, this is just a weird and terrible platform for getting heard on, and I don’t like the idea of it seeming like only the same few voices ever get any traction around here <3
Congratulations! You have been chosen by an ENFJ to be an
important person in their life. Your ENFJ comes in color coordinated and
aesthetically pleasing packaging perfectly suited to both your and their needs.
Although your ENFJ does not need to be cared for in the traditional sense, here
are a few tips to ensure the most harmonious interactions with your newfound
Your ENFJ comes with:
Ten (10) color coordinated outfits
Twelve (12) small fluffy animals of your ENFJ’s
One (1) large box tea assortment
One (1) soapbox for speechmaking purposes
One (1) electronic device for constant
communication with others
One (1) newspaper subscription (most likely
electronic) for staying up-to-date on current events and world affairs
Two (2) bookshelves filled with various types of
One (1) etiquette manual. Your ENFJ has never
read it, nor have they ever felt the need to, but it has been included for your
One (1) burning life purpose that will Make the
World a Better Place.
Custom upgrades: Your ENFJ will have some sort
of creative hobby. Musical instruments, microphones, art implements, writing
implements, and/or athletic equipment may also be included.
Your ENFJ comes preprogrammed with the following traits;
Fe: Your ENFJ has
an innate sense of how interpersonal affairs function and how one should
navigate them. Keenly concerned with the state of others, both loved ones and
humanity as a whole, your ENFJ strives to do what is best for others and
maintain peace in their relationships. Your ENFJ will motivate, encourage, compliment,
support, and comfort other people. Open communication is very important to your
ENFJ, and trust is paramount.
Ni: Not only does
your ENFJ care immensely about others, but they know exactly how to improve
their lives. ENFJ units come with a preinstalled “life purpose” program that
presses upon them a deep burden to improve the state of the world in some way
that is uniquely suited to their individual talents and abilities. Usually,
this improvement can be directly connected to other people in some way. Do not
try to argue the life purpose with your ENFJ. They have reflected upon it
deeply and are certain that this is in fact what they want to do with their
Se: Your ENFJ is
aware of the world around them and its various sensory details. They are action-oriented
and will take initiative to implement their plans for a better future.
Generally, they will have good reflexes and appreciate pleasant and organizes
surroundings. Decent at multitasking. Sometimes they will take too much upon
themselves, which can lead to burnout.
Ti: This function
acts as a filter for Fe and ensures that your ENFJ’s words and actions are
logically consistent, accurate, and appropriate. Depending on the particular
ENFJ that has chosen you, the Ti filter may function properly to balance Fe, or
it may malfunction and either be overly manifested in critical attitudes or be
entirely absent and lead to irrational behavior.
1. Activate electronic device and place in your
2. Make your ENFJ a cup of tea (preferably herbal).
3. Wait for the electronic device to register
attempted communication from others.
4. Allow your ENFJ to drink tea and communicate
with others until fully charged.
5. If step 4 does not work, initiate a form of
physical contact, such as hugging or cuddling, with your ENFJ.
6. If for some reason your ENFJ is averse to
physical contact, repeat step 4 but with the small fluffy animals arranged
(default): Your ENFJ will want to befriend everyone they encounter. They
will ask thoughtful and personalized questions to get to know the other person
and want to establish a positive relationship with them.
Mom Mode (default):
Your ENFJ is very concerned about others
and whether or not they are taking care of themselves. Can often be found
inquiring whether others have eaten, hydrated, slept enough, finished that
thing they were procrastinating, are wearing weather appropriate clothing, have
taken relevant medications, etc. Your ENFJ will do this regardless of whether
the other person is younger or old enough to be their own mother.
(default): Your ENFJ enjoys learning about the world, and sharing that
knowledge even more so. They can often be found recounting an interesting
article they read the other day or a cool discovery in a field that they like. Can
be triggered by the phrase “I don’t understand…”. Your ENFJ will explain things
in a way that you will understand. ENFJs are also prone to turning a difficult
situation into a Teaching Moment.
Activated when someone is going through a difficult situation. Self-taught
psychologists, ENFJ units innately understand how people work and will
generally know how to be more helpful. Your ENFJ will validate and affirm the
hurting individual and usually leave them feeling better. Warning: your ENFJ
may give advice more than is necessary if relying too heavily on Fe and not
enough on Ni.
Activated under stress. ENFJs have a habit of taking on more than they can
carry, and it eventually takes a toll. Your ENFJ will insist that they are fine.
Their eyes will glaze over and twitch if you question them about their
activities. Asking them how they plan to sustain this schedule will probably
induce tears. Beware. Your ENFJ has entered full delusion.
Mode: Activated under severe stress. Your ENFJ has become so overwhelmed
that they are shutting down. Characterized by refusal to socialize, a marked
reduction in activities, and unusual silence in their presence. Symptoms also
include grumpiness, calmness, an insistence that they are “just tired” or that “it’s
been a long week”, and increased need for sleep. Seek help for your ENFJ if
they start to claim that they don’t need others.
Mode: If your ENFJ gains pleasure from controlling others or getting them
to do things according to their will which others may not have chosen on their
own, they are unhealthy. Perform a diagnostic check to ensure that all
functions are in working order. Detoxification of Fe or Ni may be necessary.
NF: The easiest
for your ENFJ to communicate with due to their naturally flowing and
symbol-laden speech. Your ENFJ will appreciate their idealism and encourage
them to follow their dreams.
NT: Slightly more
challenging due to the strict rationalism present in NTs, but can get along on
a conceptual basis if their ideas are complementary. Your ENFJ secretly admires
NTs but knows that they can never admit it to one.
SJ: Can be somewhat
difficult to communicate with due to the concrete and direct style these types
employ, but your ENFJ will love them all the same and appreciate their loyalty.
SP: Your ENFJ
will be fascinated by SPs and how they can do things so easily, and will want
to hang out with them all the time. Do not let the SPs talk your ENFJ into skydiving.
They’ll claim they can handle it until they start screaming halfway out of the
Your ENFJ will claim that they have transcended basic human
needs such as food. Your ENFJ is a liar
who will get very cranky if they forget to eat. A glazed over expression,
extended silence, or general withdrawnness can often be attributed to hunger.
Feed regularly. Chocolate non-optional.
ENFJs are generally fastidious about personal hygiene and
have established a personal style of clothing/accessories/makeup. May
occasionally leave the house without an accessory or mismatched shoes. If they
are busy, help them by organizing the outfit they have chosen and ensuring that
every component is there.
Your ENFJ will eschew sleep, as it limits time that could be
spent socializing and doing things.
Remind your ENFJ what happened the last time they slept less than 6 hours and
that sleeping now will help them function better tomorrow.
Frequently Asked Questions
Is my ENFJ really
Generally, yes. ENFJs look for the bright side in every
situation, and tend to genuinely enjoy the things they claim to enjoy. Lack of affinity
for something will be signaled by a neutral yet diplomatic statement.
Does my ENFJ actually like me if they claim to love
You bet. ENFJs are very particular about being authentic in
their remarks, and will tend to give praise specifically tailored to an individual.
They will not tell you you’re a great athlete if you’re not. That being said, ENFJs
look for the good in everyone and usually manage to find it. So yes, they do
But if my ENFJ lives to care for others, they surely must
not need care?
That’s where you’re wrong. Although ENFJs derive the most
pleasure from caring for others, they need affirmation and appreciation to keep
going and feel like their efforts aren’t in vain. Be sure to regularly tell
your ENFJ how much you appreciate what they do for you. You might find yourself
with a pleasant surprise if you do.
My ENFJ isn’t being very nice.
ENFJs are emotional, caring beings. They are not always
nice. They try to be, but sometimes they snap. It’s only because they’ve been
trying to keep it inside. Encourage your ENFJ to talk about negative feelings
openly (this may take some persuasion, as ENFJs like to ignore negative
feelings and pretend they don’t exist) to prevent such an explosion.
pairing: ong seongwu x reader genre: fluff, angst wordcount: 3023 summary: Ong Seongwu is the campus’s resident type-A fuckboy. when you, an unknown writer, attempt to steal his spotlight, he tries to get revenge by making you fall in love with him. warnings: provocative situations, but nothing too steamy (inspired by the movie of the same name! same verse as the sungwoon prince au, but with a different reader + earlier time period. cross-posted on ao3.)
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Each term, Ong Seongwu beats three of his own personal records: the number of features editors who’ve quit at the campus publication he heads; the amount of attention its social media has garnered under his editorship; and the size of his contacts list, the names of interviewees mingling with those of all the people he’s slept with.
Everybody on campus knows Ong Seongwu, and he wants to keep it that way. A consummate professional, he entered university knowing exactly what he wanted and how he was going to get there. After all, one doesn’t become an excellent reporter and social media influencer overnight; Seongwu built his brand through hard work, god-given good looks, and a knack for making people laugh. He flirts with all of them and fucks them without batting an eyelash, and none of them can say they didn’t know what they signed up for.
Yes, it’s easy to fall for Seongwu, with a story like his: a talented boy on scholarship with big dreams, eager to find someone to share his life with. The best lies are half-truths, after all. Seongwu does work hard, but he doesn’t think there’s a place in his life for love. Still, that doesn’t mean he can’t have fun, and he’s broken the many hearts of people who’ve wanted more.
Maybe I’ll write a more concrete-with-evidence analytical post later, but I’m in an explosion of SCREAMS right now so I have to SCReAm right now about it… because villain!Johann.
I wouldn’t be surprised if some people feel like the writers pulled that out of nowhere. Except I don’t think they did. I remember watching the first seasons of Race to the Edge feeling suspicious about Johann… especially that scene where Hiccup frustratedly questions Johann for information.
That scene sparked my wariness of Johann for the first time. I never voiced suspicions because I didn’t want to spark a wild baseless fandom theory, but… it always seemed odd that Johann always had pertinent information that the dragon riders would want to know… and that at the same time they followed this information, they got into trouble. It always seemed odd how often Johann was around people related to Viggo and the dragon hunters. I need to rewatch clips and episodes now, but I swear this was subtly foreshadowed throughout the series.
Not to mention it all makes complete sense, even starting with the very first episode of Race to the Edge. Think about it! Dragon Eye of the Beholder Part 1 started with Johann coming, terrified, to Hiccup and company. He just happens to have enough information that Hiccup and his friends can track Dagur… to a very specific and important location…
Trader Johann: When Dagur commandeered my precious ship, he also came into possession of a very important map… one that leads to a graveyard of ships hidden in that fog bank.
This is the location where Hiccup and his companions find the Dragon Eye. Johann indicates at the end of S5 that he has a desire to hunt down information about dragons, so he would be interested in the knowledge of the Dragon Eye, did he know of it. And being as Johann seems to hear information from around the world, travel afar, and the like… it’s not all too surprising that Johann would know about this. If anyone would know about it, a well-traveled man who talks to everyone on every island would know about it.
Now, Johann’s reason for how he knew about the ship graveyard always felt like a shaky reason to me. Seriously…
Trader Johann: It’s where I store all my treasures and wares.
There are plenty of distant, unexplored, uninhabited, or sparsely populated islands across the Barbaric Archipelago. It would be stupid to hide your wares in an area covered in giant eels. It would be stupid to hide your wares in a ship graveyard where you could so easily crash yourself. It would be so stupid to hide your wares in ships that could literally collapse and sink to the bottom of the ocean at any given minute. Would Johann really store his extra wares there? Highly doubt it.
And he even demonstrates a little too much knowledge of that graveyard for what a merchant should, honestly. He knows that the name of the flagship is the Reaper. The name of the ship is written in cuneiform. So how would he know that this is the Reaper? Especially since he said he barely made a foot on board that ship because of the booby traps. So how would he know so much about it unless he actually really cared about this ship and the secrets it held (the Dragon Eye)?
Espionage as a merchant… it’s a perfect cover, too. Seriously.
I swear guys, villain!Johann didn’t come out of nowhere.
I just… I love him more given the last few minutes of season 5. Like, I got this excited thrill to see him step out and talk menacingly. It felt genuine. He was really releasing himself, really expressing him. I just got this… AOWING:OEIN I AM SO HAPPY.
Season 6 has so much awesome potential now that we’ve got ourselves a triumvirate of villains. A triumvirate, guys! This isn’t some single villain with a sidekick and a collection of no-name disposable cronies. These are three unique, major, equal, intelligent antagonists working together for a common goal.
“We need a continuation of that proposal! More specifically I think it’s really important that we see how Maggie reacts to it. She felt she was worthless like a year ago and now she’s going to get married to the love of her life. Thanks cap!” from @swiftiealex13 and @ts-1989 “Most obvious one:
Maggie’s response.” and “can we please get maggie saying yes i feel so deprived” from @detective-icecream and @everythinginasockdrawer “Maggie actually verbally saying yes to the proposal/aftermath stuff.” and “We need to have the rest of the scene!!! Maggie needs to break down in tears and not say yes til she’s kissed Alex until neither one of them can breathe” from @smolersmith
She swears she’s not hearing her right – her ears have been ringing since blazing through that explosion on her way to the DEO to access better surveillance to guide the NCPD, fire department, and EMTs to more accurate areas of need, quicker.
She swears she’s not hearing right, because it’s been a long day.
Hell, it’s been a long week.
She still can barely tolerate Alex being out of her sight, since she told her not to wait up for her and then almost…
But she held on. She held on.
She held on, and now she was asking Maggie to hold on to her forever, and she wants to – god, does Maggie want to – because she’d be lying if she said she hasn’t been thinking about it, damn how soon it is, damn how fast it is, damn how many U-haul jokes the world will make.
The world doesn’t understand the fire their relationship, their love, has been forged by.
The world can’t comprehend the way they’ve suffered together, survived together, already.
Suffered together, survived together, and somehow – somehow, and this is the truly incredible part – somehow managed to hold each other up, never spiral each other down. Someone managed to find reasons to celebrate life together, when celebration feels wrong and life feels meaningless.
Because they’ve created right together, and they’ve created meaning, and Alex is nothing if not blunt, and Alex is nothing if not direct.
Alex is nothing if not perfect.
The way she grabbed her – all that time ago, and no time at all ago – by the forearm in their bar, spinning her back around and kissing her until she couldn’t breathe.
The way she doesn’t ask her to marry her.
The way she tells her.
Tells her, and then begs her.
“Seriously. Marry me. Please?”
Maggie’s already berating herself for her “excuse me?”, but what else could she possibly muster?
What else could she possibly muster when this woman – this woman who’s committed herself to making Maggie feel like she’s enough, when she’s never, ever, ever been nearly enough before; this woman who leaps off buildings and single-handedly destroys genocidal war facilities; this woman who cries so easily but refuses, utterly, to break – what else could she possibly muster when this woman is breathless, and breathtaking, and asking her to marry her?
She doesn’t know what else to muster, so she does the only thing that her body, her brain, can do.
She kisses her.
She kisses her desperate and she kisses her hard, one hand in her hair and the other on her waist, closer, closer, closer, until her body racks with tears, her chest racks with sobs, and Alex murmurs bewildered comfort against her lips but Maggie doesn’t need that, Maggie just needs more, more, more.
More of Alex’s warmth, more of Alex’s lips.
More of Alex’s hands wrapping her up, more of Alex’s breath moaning slightly into her lungs.
More of Alex’s love, because she loves her, god, god, god, she loves her, she loves her, she loves her.
She’s not exactly sure why, but she knows anyway, trusts Alex anyway – Alex Danvers is in love with her.
And Alex Danvers wants to add a wedding to their lifetime of firsts.
So she kisses her and she sobs and she sways on the spot and she only brings her lips off Alex’s when they have to bring their foreheads together to breathe, breathe, breathe, because the world was starting to spin from lack of oxygen, from overflow of love.
She loves her, she loves her, she loves her.
And they have a lot to talk about.
A lot to interpret and a lot to navigate.
But they’ve held on in tanks and interrogation rooms and abandoned warehouses and bars full of ghosts and fathers full of betrayal and decades full of worthlessness.
They’ve held on, and they’ve found each other’s arms to hold, too.
So when Alex asks, “So you’re saying yes? Cuz that’s… that’s what I’m getting – because of course that’s what Alex asks – Maggie sobs again, again, again, matching Alex’s tears when she tells her yes, yes, yes, yes.
Last year’s Shortaki Week was a whopping success–it showed exactly what our small-but-lively fandom is truly capable of. We hope to see more of that same awesomeness again with Round 2 of Shortaki Week (July 23 - July 31, 2017)–a week-long fan festival created to celebrate the timeless pairing that is Helga/Arnold through the creation of new fanworks!
Participating is easy! Simply choose a prompt, create something for said prompt, and post your creation to tumblr (using the #shortakiweek tag (make sure it’s included in the first 5 tags!)) on the day designated to the prompt. Creators can choose as many prompts and submit as many works as they’d like! There are absolutely no limitations here! Once your work(s) have been posted/cross-posted to tumblr they’ll be re-blogged to our community!
Day 1 - Jungle / Moonlight / History
Day 2 - Fantasy / Embrace / Morning
Day 3 - Social Media / Expose / Temptation
Day 4 - Reunion / Shadow / Tears
Day 5 - Discovery / Explosion / Music
Day 6 - Soulmates / Proposal / Shelter
Day 7 - Spontaneity / Ribbon / Sticky Situation
Day 8 - Creator’s Choice!
We encourage everyone who loves Helga and Arnold to participate and will be accepting a wide range of fanworks so no one feels excluded!
Do you feel as if BNHA is worth reading for someone who can't get past the explosions kid beinga bully? I read some of the manga back when the first season aired and although it was cool and uplifting the big reason I stopped was because his character seemed to be treated as just some shouty guy in and out of universe, but seeing your enthusiastic posts make me wanna give it another chance.
After a few episodes/chapters they start hero school and Bakugou goes from being kind of the class to… “nobody really takes you srsly kid vegeta pls stop” plus he has to eat some humble pie several times.
I said this as somebody who started the manga wanting to kick his ass into a black hole.