this set is sort of pointless

during a mission lance gets his vocal cords hurt

either from a magic blast or physical injury

coran concludes that they need to heal naturally for 2-3 weeks before they can do some freaky altean medical thing to them to completely fix them

pidge and allura make some mandatory jokes about lance finally being quiet for a while, which almost don’t hurt lance

turns out, being mute is hard. lance opens his mouth dozens of times a day, wanting to share some story or a joke, and remembers his predicament when no sounds come out

during the first week everyone also have difficulties with remembering it, Shiro demanding verbal confirmation from Lance during training or Hunk asking his opinion on a new dish a few times before becoming irritated at the lack of response

at the end of the second week, no one asks Lance to talk by mistake. just some more comments about the blissful silence without Lance’s chatter.

also at the end of the second week, Lance needs to ask Pidge something. she’s so engrossed in the computer she doesn’t hear him approaching, so Lance has to shake her shoulder

Pidge lashes out for touching her,  'How many times I need to tell you not to touch me? You know I freaking hate skin contact!’

after that Lance tries to draw attention to himself just by things like waving or pointing at something, but… everyone are so engaged in their chatter, no one pays him a mind.

and slowly, gradually, lance realises that no one is actually interested in engaging in talking with him. no one approaches him, no one tries to establish some sort of contact outside of training or battle.

slowly, lance realises that without his voice, without him desperately trying to be noticed… he is just an empty place

another week passes. two. the mark for the operation they set a month ago has passed. no one remembered. lance doesn’t remind them.

he just keeps getting his job done, going into battle after battle, training night after night, and tries not to think about how pointless he has become.

anonymous asked:

(BYSOTI[D]) Drabble Suggestion: Yuuri gets a cold and needs to stay in bed for an indefinite about if time. Cue parents, skating parents, worried Russians, a caring boyfriend, and essentially the entire Japanese skating community ready to wait on him and and foot.

Katsuki Yuuri fan board (on a Japanese skating forum)

I just got off the phone with my coach.  I can’t go to Osaka for choreo because Yuuri-kun is SICK!  Everyone should send him good wishes!  I’ll be sending a get well soon card!  I’m sure Yuuri-kun would love to know we’re thinking of him!

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Riku thanked Shouta as she took the container of soup from his hands.  “Please thank your mother for me, Nakagawa-kun.  I’m sure that Yuuri-kun will appreciate it.  If you wait for a few minutes, I will prepare a tray for him and you can take it up.”

“Ok.  How is he?  He looked bad the other day when the nurse sent him home.”

Riku sighed.  “I think he’s been pushing himself too hard with all the things, but he’s a little better.  He has some color now, but he’s still very tired.”  She started arranging things on a tray.  “Here, you go.  Just be careful not to spill anything on the way up the stairs.  His door should be open so Vicchan can come and go without him needing to get up.”

Shouta nodded.

“And please tell him to drink as much as possible!  Fluids are important!”

“Yes, Riku-san.”  Shouta carefully started up the stairs and headed to Yuuri’s door, pressing his back against it so that he could enter without spilling anything.  “Yuuri, I have soup.”

Shouta set the tray down on Yuuri’s desk and looked at the bed.  Yuuri was sleeping under a pile of blankets, his cheeks flushed red as well as the tip of his nose.  He reached out and brushed the hair off Yuuri’s brow and then leaned in and pressed his lips to Yuuri’s forehead.

To take his temperature.


“Hmm.  I have soup.  My mother made it for you.  Want some?”

Yuuri nodded and rolled over, scooting up the bed until he was sitting.

With a smile, Shouta picked up the bowl and held out a spoonful of soup.

“Shouta, I can feed myself.”  Yuuri reached for the spoon, but Shouta moved it away, back toward the bowl.

“Let me, please?  Just a few?  And then I’ll give you the spoon.”

Yuuri rolled his eyes, but let Shouta feed him soup.


“Yuu-kun, Yakov called and gave me a list of things that I’m to check that you have since you’re sick and to check that the package arrived.”  Alexei came in carrying a disturbingly large box.  Half of it seemed to be DVDs with skaters names on them.  “He sent some of his collection of the past greats so that you don’t lose your edge while you’re convalescing.”  

Yuuri groaned.  “I’m not going to be sick for a month.”

Alexei set the box down next to the bed.  “I know, but people care.  Viktor sent some magazines.  I think he has a photo spread in all of them.  Mila sent a CD of songs she thinks you’d like to skate to.  Katya sent… I’m not quite sure… cookies maybe?  They’re black.”

Yuuri shuddered.  Katya could cook, but she could not bake at all.  No patience for the measuring.

“And Georgi sent some sort of romance novel.  It’s in Russian… which, makes it pointless, but it’s the thought that counts, right?”  Yuuri laughed, and doing so made his head spin, so he ended up groaning and falling down on his side.  Alexei ran his hand over his hair.  “Get some sleep.”



“Is that Katsudon?!”  Yuuri sat up in bed.

“Your sister arrived with it.  Took the train up with all the parts and put it together.  Said your mother knew you just wouldn’t get better without it.”  Riku smiled.

“Eat up, kid.”

“Thanks, Mari-neechan.”


Yuuri looked over at the very large box that Alexei set down next to where he was working at his desk on the work that he’d missed while he was sick.  “What are those?”

“Get well wishes.  Apparently, Minami-kun organized it all.  Lots of get well cards and letters.”  Alexei paused.  “The mailman laughed when he dropped it off.  Oh, and he says to get well soon, too.”

Yuuri groaned and let his head fall to his desk.

The Charade; Part One

Summary: Two journalists strike a bargain with Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles to get the article they need, and end up getting more than they bargained for. 
Pairings: Misha x OFC, Jensen x OFC
Word Count: 1479
Warnings: Language.
A/N: Ash’s and my new collab! @d-s-winchester​ 


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gurguliare  asked:

🔥 eowyn?

Ah ok I think an actually unpopular one! I really do love Eowyn’s story/arc, and I think the thing with her desire to be in (die in) battle being more of a personal mental health issue, and her deciding to not fight anymore afterwards because war and violence is godawful and so is wanting to die gloriously, is a lot more interesting than just a pure straightforward woman-can-be-warriors-too thing, but I do have some issues with how it’s written.

First like, while I don’t at all agree with the people who say “man it’s so disempowering that she stopped fighting wouldn’t it be better if she GOT TO KEEP KILLING BECAUSE WOW TOLKIEN’S MESSAGE IS TOTALLY THAT KILLING ROCKS” it’s definitely IMO a writing problem that okay sure, so it just so happens that the character used to demonstrate the wrongheadedness of the idea of battle being glorious and worth-conferring is the one woman fighter defying sexism and gender role stuff? While all the male warriors go on being warriors without going through some arc involving being taught about how war blows and you shouldn’t want to die in war and how great it is to not have to fight in wars? Sure, just a coincidence. (Like most problems with writing female characters, this is 90% a problem of there just being too few female characters to compare with each other, not a problem with Eowyn’s situation itself.)

I have no problem with this from an in-universe perspective because the obvious in-universe reason is that Eowyn, as a woman, has the option to not have to keep on being a warrior during all the cleaning-up shit after the War of the Ring, which is not an option available to men like Faramir, Eomer, Aragorn, etc, who are tied to this men-are-warriors thing because of their official duties and social expectations. But like, would be nice to have something to acknowledge this, like a few lines reflecting on the irony of the same sexist stuff also being a reason Eowyn gets to not have to fight anymore, while the men gotta keep on fighting, and fighting is horrible and miserable. Or better like, something about how Eowyn’s being a woman means she’s not as trapped by the whole macho a-real-man-is-a-killer idea that most men living in a warrior culture are trapped in, and is more free to define her worth differently. Or you know…something. To address why the woman is the one who this particular arc is applied to - even though IMO the arc is a really good one!

Second, on a more Eowyn-specific note, her decision to become a healer specifically is not very well-foreshadowed or developed, it’s just sort of set up as a counterpoint to warmaking. Which makes perfect sense thematically but it would have been greatly improved (and wouldn’t be very out-of-place or hogging-of-pagetime) if the groundwork for this decision had been better laid out in her character previously. Like for example, idk, as part of her comments about being in a cage and wasting time until she’s too old to do anything was linked to concrete experiences of…her previously studying and interested in healing but becoming disillusioned and deciding healing was pointless or soul-sucking because everyone who gets patched up winds up going back to war and dying ANYWAY so what’s even the point. And kind of linking that to her whole struggle with despair, or idk something better or more subtle than that, but you get the general idea.

arcanescholar  asked:

I feel like RWBY's biggest problems with things like power levels of characters not making sense and characters having to be made weaker to keep the fights the way they are is the fact that there's just. No ruleset to how powers work in practice, there's no way to really follow what characters are going to do or what their options are because the writing for it is so inconsistent.

You have a very real and valid point. The truth of the matter is - there’s just no way to accurately (or even simply) gouge a character’s strength in RWBY. Aura has been so rarely discussed in canon other than the simple basics that we don’t know a character’s aura limitations (i.e, how many hits can a character take before having their aura is broken, how much does it take for them to use their semblance, do they have a big pool of aura (other than Jaune but he doesn’t use whatever ‘semblance’ he has so there’s no right way to estimate that either).

We don’t know if its possible to increase it through training your aura “pool” (sorta like chakara from Naruto) or if its a set amount that you start and end with. Through Beacon, we didn’t see any sort of “training” other than the melees Glynda overlooked and the occasional history/port class. The history class from Oobleck sheds some light on what happened in Remnant but even then, those lessons where so short and had the barest of “reveals” for what’s going on that at some point it felt pointless to listen. Port’s class on grimm was used to introduce “funny scenes”. The only time I can actively remember him discussing anything grimm related is literally the first time they have class, where Port has Weiss battle the boarbatusk. Without Ruby’s insightful shout of “under the belly” for Weiss to aim for, I can’t recall, at all, anything useful on the anatomy of Grimm and weaknesses. These classes they had at Beacon don’t reveal anything. It’s all pretty much left to the audience to guess that they’re making “improvements”. Not that it matters though, because they actively choose not to show said “improvements”. The inconsistency in how strong a character is in RWBY is so incredibly frustrating. 

We don’t know if they got even slightly better after those months at Beacon. We only saw those team attacks that they had when fighting the Paladin Robot thing but as for individual stats wise, we just don’t know.  And that’s crazy. I’ve never seen a show that focuses so little on just showing their audience “Hey, this is currently where they’re at right now. After this training session, they got this much better” for a show that revolves around fighting/super powers/etc. I’ll use Boku no Hero Academia as an example (of the many). We see how the MC has this ridiculous power he can’t control and completely obliterates him if he uses it. Through the episodes it shows him slightly learning how to better control it, how to tone it down, how it works, etc. RWBY is literally this guessing framework where the audience has to actively try and come up with a reason as to why this character got so easily beaten in this one fight (by not using their semblance or skills or whatever it is they apparently “learned”) when in a similar previous fight, they won relatively easily and kept using their semblance with no issues. Some might say “well they had a fight a little while ago” but that just brings up this blatant, burning question once more, “Well, how long does it usually take for someone’s aura to ‘recharge’ back up?” We don’t know.

RWBY lacks so much consistency it’s beyond funny now and just downright painful. I want to see character growth. I want to see what these characters learned in their time at the supposed most greatest school for huntsmen and huntresses in all of Remnant (if they even learned anything other than team attacks). I want to see how - despite their growth - this more powerful villain isn’t phased by their current level in strength, and see how these characters work around it either by coming up with something clever or learning a new trick.

I don’t want to see how in one fight they’re using their semblance left and right like there’s a Semblance Sale on Aisle 8 (get it while its hot) and in another fight its as if they’ve forgotten they have one. At this point, I just wish they’d iron out the details/rules for how these things work and try to introduce them better throughout the next volumes. But already the damage has been done, in my opinion.

Blackwatch AU WIP #2

hey so I know I’ve been talking about this Blackwatch AU a lot and put up a WIP a while ago but I promise I’m still working on it so here’s a big (no I mean it this thing’s like 1k and some change) Blackwatch!Mercy WIP

as always WIPs are subject to change so don’t sweat it too much if something looks wrong or weird!

hope you guys like it! you can always check out my twitter for more writing updates if you’re into that kinda thing <3

also also sorry for being annoying but maybe check out my post about doing a  writing stream and let me know your thoughts because right now it seems like people aren’t really interested which is fine but like I just gotta know okay thanks sorry that’s my shameless plug

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Doing Chores Part One - S.T.A.R. Labs Imagines

Strap in, Flashlings. This is a long’n.

Barry Allen

“You do realize I could finish this in, like, three seconds, right?” Barry asks you over his shoulder.

“And let you break them all?”

“I’m fast, not hasty. There’s a difference,” he said.

You press a butter knife to his bicep in as menacing a way as you can muster. “We are doing our dishes the normal way, Barry Allen. Together, after our meal, at a normal speed.”

Barry rolls his head back. “But why?”

“Because I said so, that’s why. You dry.” You begin scrubbing out a bowl.

“Fine, but I don’t understand it.”

You smile to yourself. Even the Flash ought to do a healthy amount of chores in a day.

Caitlin Snow

Caitlin stands, ankle-deep in scummy water. She strikes a strange sight: the poised, articulate scientist standing amid the overflow of a crapper.

You throw back your head in laughter.

“What?” Caitlin asks, looking a little irritated. You stop laughing; she IS armed with a plunger.

“Nothing, nothing. Just… you.”

“Me?” Caitlin asks. She arches an eyebrow stiffly.

You wade across the bathroom, put your hands on her waist, then kiss her firmly.

“Caitlin, you’re a masterpiece,” you say, taking the plunger.

A blush and a small smile settle on her face as you both go forth to conquer the plumbing.

Cisco Ramon

“Will you shut up?!” Cisco yells.

“I don’t think that smacking it with the mop handle is doing anything,” you say helpfully.

Cisco looks down at you from where he stands on top of a desk, giving you a flat look. “Gee, I didn’t notice by the sound of ALARMS BLARING IN MY EARS.”

“Mister Ramone!” Harrison yells from the hallways. “Will you please-”

“We’re working on it!” you call, joining Cisco on the desk. “Did you try-”

“I checked the Programming on the computer, I checked the wiring in the alarm system, I checked everything! I don’t know why it’s gone haywire!”

“Well… this is the main alarm?”

“Yeah, all the other-”

“Mr. Ramon!”

“I’m working on it, Harry!”  

You reach up and flip open a small compartment, then yank out the batteries, letting them clatter to the desk. Silence falls.

“Thank you,” Harrison says.

Cisco looks at you.

“It’s only a temporary fix of course,” you say.

“I freaking love you,” he says, before kissing you briskly.

Eddie Thawne

You come through the door, surprised at the silence in the house. Eddie usually takes much longer to vacuum. You walk into the living room, impressed.

Then you’re a little less impressed.

“What the heck…”

The entire room seems to be covered in grey dust. The couch, the carpet, the footstools. In the middle of it all is Eddie with an open vacuum beside him.

“Oh, uh… hey, babe,” Eddie says. His eyes scan the mess, not quite meeting yours.

“What in the world happened in here?” you ask, stepping forward.

“Well….” He sighs before going on. “I accidentally sucked up something I was going to give you, and I was trying to find it, but it’s just sort of… everywhere now.” He runs a hand through his close-cropped hair, leaving streaks of grey in the blonde.

You march over and flip the vacuum upside down. Caught in the bristles beneath is a ring, glittering despite the dust.

Eddie’s face lights up. “You found it!”

With a laugh, you slip it on. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“It’s for our anniversary,” he says with a grin. “It’s a day early. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you say with another laugh before kissing him. Then you pull back, making a face at the taste. “Right… let’s clean this up.”

Eobard Thawne

Eobard Thawne doesn’t do chores. That is, until you dragged him to your house and made him live like a mere mortal for a while.

“This is pointless,” he tells you, a duster in hand.

“It’s adulthood.”

“Hire someone whose full job is this sort of thing.”

“Can’t afford it.”

“I’m doing a terrible job.”

“Yes you are. Dust.”

Harrison Wells

Harrison wasn’t exactly a neat-freak, but neither was he a messy person. His lab remained a respectable mix of scientifically cluttered and professionally clean.

That is, until he becomes absorbed in a project.

Slowly, the dust levels rise, the clutter turn into a Great Wall of Science, and Harrison himself turns into a sort of mess.

“That is it,” you declare, setting down the coffee so harshly that a screw jumps to the floor. “You have been slaving over this for two weeks and this lab is a mess!”

Harrison looks at you from behind his plexiglass board of formulas, frowning between the white squiggles.


“And we’re cleaning it.” You grasp the edge of the board and roll it away, then snatch up any mostly-completed products and set them aside. Then you drag Wells into attacking the room, armed with rags and organizational boxes.

Harrison never failed to complain at every task about his neglected research, but you could swear–with no small amount of satisfaction–he worked faster once the room was cleaned up.

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: It's actually really interesting to consider the idea that Princess Nausicaä represents an inversion of the traditional idea of what makes for a "strong female character" in action/adventure media. She's athletic and a capable fighter to be sure, but unlike the sort of "strong heroine" that most male writers seem to attempt to create--the sort of woman who is simply presented as a female character with traditionally "masculine" traits slapped onto her (like the sort that will put down her male counterparts with phrases like "man up" or other ridiculously sexist comments of a similar nature)--Nausicaä actually rejects violence pretty early on (at least in the film), and comes to embody more traditionally "feminine" qualities, such as pacifism, patience, love, and understanding; and through her fortitude and impressive devotion to these traits, she manages to rise above the pointless war and violence surrounding her and become just the sort of hero that her war-torn, post apocalyptic setting really needs. That's what really makes her a "strong female heroine,"--the fact that she manages to save the day while still retaining, and in fact, emphasizing, traditionally "feminine" traits.
Magic, Racial Tensions and Archaeology in Rivers of London

So I want to talk about some themes I keep seeing popping up. I have no conclusions I just want to talk about them (some THT spoilers). This also went very school english essay, sorry. 

Urban fantasy is a fairly new subset of the fantasy genre, and it is significantly different from modern fantasy cities set in an ahistorical past like Minas Tirith, Ankh Morpork, King’s Landing etc. in that it is set in a recognisable modern city. Urban fantasy cities have more in common with Charles Dickens London and his ghosts of various tenses in that it often exists to point out political and cultural failings. By using magic, urban fantasy strips its narrative of the quotidian that serves as an easy distraction from the issue the story wants to highlight to make it easier to process. 

This has a long history in English literature, with Shakespeare setting many of his plays that comment on Elizabethan society in Italy, while modern examples include A Song of Ice and Fire’s message of the pointlessness of petty political squabbling when faced with serious issues. Urban fantasy uses magic in the same way, except by setting it in a modern city it creates a sort of circus mirror through magic - everything looks almost the same, but modern anxieties are reflected and writ large. Rivers of London uses magic in particular to create a magical analogy for racial tensions.

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Strive Pt. 5

{PART 1} {PART 2} {PART 3} {PART 4}

Pair: Tomarry

Rating: M-E(depends)

Tags: Mild Language, Homosexuality, Sexism, Obsessed Tom, Time-Travel/Dimension-Travel, Teacher/Student, Eventual Romance, Teacher-Harry, Grey!Harry, MoD(sort of),


It wasn’t something that Tom felt the need to do often. He had great self-control, and finding the time to set aside for such a pointless venture, hadn’t been necessary.

But now, according to Professor Potter, he had to delve inside of himself in order to tame his magic. Because he was not naturally compatible with Light Magic, he would have a more difficult time performing said magic. It was a frustrating revelation.

Tom would not accept being average in the eyes of his professor. It didn’t matter that the man didn’t know him for as long as the others had and therefore hadn’t gotten a feel for Tom’s personality. It was simply a need that Tom had.

With his amazing discovery of the Come and Go Room, Tom knew that if he truly wanted to meditate in peace, he could do so without issue. It was merely a case of timing and how long he would need.

He would most likely have to sacrifice his nights of sleep in order to see it through, though if done properly, meditation could work as a proper replacement for sleep for a few nights in a row. It could become dangerous if done too many times in a row, which was why it was not recommended for more than two nights.

Also, Tom couldn’t afford to miss sleep. He needed to keep him fresh and well for classes.

Spells only went so far after all.

Some Muggles had very good ideas. Even Tom could admit it.

The whole idea of a mental structure within the mind, which was used to stabilise memory and thoughts, was genius. And Wizards did have a similar application in Occlumency.

Tom was of the sort to use whatever he could in order to better himself. Even if he didn’t like the people who created said method.

Still, Tom was working on fashioning himself a Mind Palace of his own.

His defences had already been set, and the foundations for his own mental Hogwarts, were the first things to be placed. He worked on the walls next, and planned to save all the rooftops and towers for the end.

No one in his current environment would dare to use Legilimency on a student. That was if he excluded Dumbledore. Only that old coot thought he was so sneaky that he could blatantly break the law and not get caught.

Still, his hard work would be finished by the end of term, so he didn’t have to worry much about external assault.

The meditation would also help him build stronger mental defences. Using his magic to erect magical protections, not just physical ones.

Tom was willing to do whatever it took to impress his professor.

Anything at all.

Tom nearly intruded upon a conversation between Professor Potter and Dumbledore, that was taking place nit he middle of an abandoned corridor. He’d gone to turn the corner and found himself taking a giant step back, leaning against the cold stone wall in order to listen to what they were arguing about.

“I’m telling you that he cannot be trusted. Lowering your guard around him will only cause yourself harm,” Dumbledore said, sounding serious and annoyed.

Tom scowled. Dumbledore was always trying to force his opinions on others. It was annoying.

“Mr. Dumbledore, I never let my guard down for anything. I am quite aware of the actions of everyone around me, as well as their motivations.”

Professor Potter sounded dangerous there. As he had said ‘everyone’, his voice had lowered almost two octaves at least. It sent a shiver down Tom’s spine.

As Tom was who he was, he could guess perfectly who Dumbledore was trying to warn him away from.

Tom Riddle of course. Because to Dumbledore, Tom was monstrous.

Well, now he was. But back then…

Dumbledore needed to mind his own business. And apparently, Professor Potter agreed.

“Good day, Dumbledore,” the man said curtly.

Footsteps sounded suddenly, and Tom didn’t get a chance to throw up a disillusionment charm before the young professor came around the corner and without blinking an eye, grabbed Tom’s elbow and started hauling him along.

And Tom could only wonder what was about to happen.

Caught In The Act

As John quietly shuffled through an abundance of papers, he just couldn’t seem to find the one he was actually looking for. The desk in front of him was a mess, documents scattered about along with a spilled ink bottle and quill. Panic only seemed to set in each time he picked up something that was pointless to him, papers littering the floor by his feet.

A hand reached down to open the final drawer, stopping suddenly when the door to the room creaked open. John felt his blood run cold, he could recognize that smug smile from anywhere. “Mr Jefferson..” John began, subtly doing his best to shove most the papers into a drawer. “I was just..” He paused a long moment.

“I was just organizing some things, I was attempting to sort the papers out.”

No excuse was going to save him from this.


anonymous asked:

kurodai internet friends au !!!

funny that you ask this, because this is actually kinda something i’ve talked about with reigningchampions before (though it’s half college au and half internet friends au)

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  • consider: daichi as a vlogger, doing cute little videos with tips and tricks to make dorm life suck slightly less, mostly just how to fix your furniture and not lose your shit over your roommates’ terrible habits and lots of easy quick meal recipes (since that’s basically all he knows how to do). he’s kinda awkward in front of the camera, especially in his first vlogs, but he’s got a great smile so once he warms up to the camera he ends up with a surprisingly good number of followers 
  • kuroo is just a shitposting memer but in video form basically. mostly ridiculous retellings of his day/experiences (think olan rogers tbh) and the occasional prank or twelve, executed with (and sometimes upon) bokuto. he has a pretty dang decent following bc he’s terrible but his sense of humor is great (plus he’s a babe so that doesn’t hurt either yafeel) 

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Jim is Alive

1) You can’t kill off the main villain until the end. That’s how stories work. This would be like killing off Voldemort in book four and spending the next three books rounding Barty Crouch Jr. If Jim’s dead, then the season two finale will always be bigger than the season five finale or any season finale because the villain is bigger: Moriarty is the ultimate Holmes villain. Even though he’s actually only in two of the stories, he’s the one people associate with Sherlock Holmes. The ultimate villain gets defeated at the end. You don’t even have to believe there’s an end game (but there is): Mofftisson realized their show was really popular and would continue for a long time, so they bring back they big-time villain.

Main villains always fake their death. People thought Voldemort was dead in 1981, but he wasn’t. Kenobi thought he left Annikin to die, but he didn’t. Everyone thought Sauron was gone, but he wasn’t. There’s a pattern, here. 

2) Jim hasn’t even close to accomplished the things he said he was going to do. He said he was going to burn Sherlock’s heart out. TRF didn’t even come close. Jim didn’t even try. They didn’t even talk about burning out Sherlock’s heart on the rooftop

Putting John in a bonfire is the literal interpretation of burning Sherlock’s heart out. It’s still in play. Jim’s in charge of it, and it’s not done. So he’s not dead.

3) Jim is the anti-Sherlock. In addition to being a villain, Jim is symbolic. He’s what Sherlock is afraid he could be like:

Sherlock is still afraid he’ll be like Jim in HLV. It’s unresolved. Because he’s the hero of the story, Sherlock gets to address this head-on. That means Jim has to be around to do it. Even if Jim died in TRF, Sherlock didn’t even defeat him: he killed himself. Because Jim’s symbolically the things Sherlock is afraid of about himself, Sherlock has to actually defeat him to defeat those things.

John or James? That’s the question of the show: is Sherlock going to be a “good man” and be with John, or is he going to end up like Jim? TEH says it’s still up in the air. (Obviously, we know which is going happen, but the show is still asking the question.)

One of the very last things Sherlock said to Jim is “I am you.” Their interaction can’t end with Sherlock tipping toward the James side over the John side because Sherlock is the hero and going to win. That means we have to have another interaction between Sherlock and Jim.

4) If Mofftisson wanted us to think Jim was dead, all they would’ve had to do was have Sherlock check Jim’s pulse. They wouldn’t have had to have a lot of gore.

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akamido online dating au [part 2]

I started this months ago, I’m determined to finish it. Part one here.

If Midorima had to surmise, Absolut was perhaps 10% interesting and 90% annoying, but he was the sort of interesting that made the rest irrelevant. They touched upon classical music and disagreed over the tedious philosophies of Nietzsche and Kant, but more often they exchanged the sort of childish banter and pointless conversations that Midorima had thought himself to have outgrown.

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thewickedspider  asked:

A fic where Stiles is oblivious to the fact that he and Derek are dating? Already tried the oblivious tag and now I'm craving more! Thank-you.

oh stiles

Stiles is the Stupidest Person on This Side of The Milky Way by TenSpencerRiedPlease (1/1 | 5,689 | NR)

“Aren’t you at least the least bit curious why everyone keeps asking if you are dating?” Lydia asks.

“No, why?” he says, mostly to be an ass. He didn’t actually care why people thought he was dating Derek.

“Oh my god.” Lydia says taking a shallow breath, rubbing her temples as if she had just gotten the world’s worst brain freeze. “You are the stupidest person in on this side of the milky way,” she says, sighing deeply.

Convenient by exclamation (6/6 | 10,755 | NC17)

Stiles knows what he is to Derek: convenient. He knows that Derek isn’t looking for a relationship, just someone to have casual sex with. Which is why Stiles is so surprised to find Derek setting up a romantic dinner for Valentine’s Day. 

I Want to Hold Your Paw by fatcamp (1/1 | 3,587 | PG13)

Stiles accompanies Derek on what he feels is a pointless stakeout but finds that he might not be as alone in his feelings as he thought.


Derek takes Stiles on their first date but sort of neglects to tell him that’s what it is.

Wait, We’re Dating? by wtinp (1/1 | 2,557 | PG13)

In which Stiles is really, really, really oblivious (and may be a bit in denial).

gingerly-writing  asked:

Hi! What do you think about writing abt inter-PoC racism? E.g., my friend's grandma is the most overtly racist person I've ever met, and she's Chinese; she's said things abt my Indian and Sudanese friends that don't bear repeating. Do you think stuff like this should be written abt, or should we stick to white racism for clarity's sake? I don't want to stir up 'but you guys say this abt each other' arguments for white people to use to defend racism (even if it's set in a non-white country). Thx

Writing about Prejudice between People of Color

In matters like this, I believe in a certain amount of what I’ve come to term “owning your a**holes.”  That is, when a member of a particular community does something that is some level of heinous, I think the community disavowing their action is a sort of pointless activity.  But, especially for marginalized groups it’s something that’s practically expected of you (take shooting incidents: if it’s a Muslim shooter, all Muslims are expected to disown them, if it’s a Black shooter, all Black people are expected to disown then, but if it a white male shooter, it’s not expected that all white people or all men have to disown him).  Random incidences of racism aren’t shootings, but I think the principle behind the reaction is analogous.  If some Indian person I don’t even know does something racist or bigoted, I, random Indian dude, should not distance myself in the service of trying to prove that Indians are somehow immune to being racist.  Part of calling them out would acknowledge that this is not okay and not something I want in my community.  Listen to your fellow desi, you a**hole.

People of color being racist toward other people of color is definitely a thing and I don’t want anyone to pretend like it isn’t, but there’s an element of care to be taken and it honestly probably depends a lot on who the writer is.  

The writer, just as part of being a person, should be and hopefully is looking at owning their own a**holes.  I wouldn’t want a white writer writing about, say, Chinese people being racist to Indian people if it means ignoring the log in their own eye so to speak.  And really it’s for similar reasons that a person of color needs to be careful about writing about racism between two marginalized groups if they don’t belong to either of them.  If you do belong to one of the groups involved, either as the perp or the target, I think it’s fair game.  Your words come from within the community(ies) then and have greater force to be transformative.

I don’t ever want to state categorically that someone should never even try to write about a particular topic solely due to their demographics, but be judicious about it.  Do the research, do the introspection, and accept the strong possibility that the best conclusion may be that a certain topic is best left to someone else.

I mean, you could write a story about a big diverse group of people all just being racist to each other.  Sounds like a depressing story to me, but whatever.

Point is, don’t single out the features of a particular interaction you aren’t experienced with/don’t have the know-how of, because it may come off as preaching and as diverting attention from present issues that you are probably closer too and should know more about.

~Mod Nikhil

“…Magizoologist remain confused at the origins of the North American ‘Pukwudgie.’ Though resembling many members of the Homo Terrus family (which includes the Gigan, Troglodytae, Americanus, Himalayus, and, despite the protest of the International Collegium of Goblin Scholars, Cobalus families), the Pukwudgie exhibits a sort of magical power uncommon to other members of the species. Though far from purely malevolent, the Pukwudgie have a truly savage sense of humor and a set of social norms and conventions that have completely baffle Magianthropolgists. Friendly overtures to Puckwudgie individuals have been met with everything from scorn to outright violence for over three hundred years.

Those few Wizards and Witches that descend from Wampanoag tribe native to the North Eastern Region say that attempts to deal fairly with these mischievous denizens of the swamps and deep forests is an exercise in pointlessness. They claim that the Puckwudgie are, indeed, descended from the might Giants that once roamed North America, shaping the mountains and chasing the great mammoth herds that dwelled here. Unlike their European and Asian counterparts, these giants were largely a peaceful and benevolent race, and in the ancient days they were allies of the People of all Tribes. But as time went on, the Age of Great Things passed, and soon all the massive beasts that were once so common began to vanish. The fate of the great North American Giants differs depending on which tribe you talk to. Some say they went to sleep in land that had spawned them, becoming great hills and small mountains until the day would come when it was time for them to awake once more. [1] Other tribes are more practical in their assessment of the fate of the Giants, claiming they simply began to die out when their natural prey, the mammoths, began to go extinct and the world began to warm.

The Wampanoag Tribe, however, don’t believe that all the giants died or went into deep sleep. One giant, named Maushop, was a powerful sorcerer in his own right, and while he could do nothing to save himself, he could save his children. Maushop cast a powerful spell, which was meant to transfigure his children into smaller things, but Maushop miscalculated. His seven sons and seven daughters crumbled before his eyes, becoming 98 demonic Pukwudgie. Maushop, who had guided the tribes for centuries, told the Puckwudgie to live amongst the tribes, and look after them while they were gone. But in growing so small and breaking so thoroughly apart, the Puckwudgie had also become jealous and resentful. They hated that they had been made to change, they hated that they were now smaller than the humans, and they hated their father for making them that way. So the Puckwudgie became tricksters and demons, each a little crueler than the last. Eventually, a powerful witch named Squanit, who had learned much of her craft at the knee of Maushop, was forced to take steps, defeating the strongest of the Pukwudgie in combat and forcing them into sacred vows that they would no longer plague the Tribes.

This, the Native Wizards claim, was Squanit’s only folly, for while they were prevented from harming the tribes directly, the arrival of Europeans only stoked their savagery. They are still consumed with spite, and while much of their viciousness has been dulled over the centuries. their magical powers are still as sharp as ever. They can pass unseen, and create blinding mists, summon fire, and craft cunning illusions. Magizoologists working in the field in New England, and especially the Muggle state of Massachusetts are advised to avoid the little creatures whenever possible.”

-Magical Species of the American North East, by Hazel Goode, 2007.

[1] Some scholars of Native American History and Magical Practice claim that the famous Ghost Dance attempted in 1890 was a call to these slumbering Giants, as tribal sorcerers sought their aid in defeating further European encroachment. The violence with which this ceremony was put down and its participants dealt with by both Muggle and Wizarding authorities was supposedly a testament to the fear the magical community felt at the potential success at such a ritual…and some claim the MRD maintains the last remaining notes on how to complete the ritual somewhere in their Dark Files.
Why diets don’t actually work, according to a researcher who has studied them for decades
For centuries, men and women have worked tireless to fit the physical molds of their time. There's a reason they always fail.

What people tend to think is that if only Joe had self-control then he could succeed on his diet forever. And that’s not accurate, as it turns out. That’s not true.

After you diet, so many biological changes happen in your body that it becomes practically impossible to keep the weight off. It’s not about someone’s self-control or strength of will. There are three biological changes that take place that seem most important to me:

  • The first is neurological. When you are dieting, you actually become more likely to notice food. Basically your brain becomes overly responsive to food, and especially to tasty looking food. But you don’t just notice it — it actually begins to look more appetizing and tempting. It has increased reward value. So the thing you’re trying to resist becomes harder to resist. So already, if you think about it, it’s not fair.

  • Then there are hormonal changes, and it’s the same kind of thing. As you lose body fat, the amount of different hormones in your body changes. And the hormones that help you feel full, or the level of those rather, decreases. The hormones that make you feel hungry, meanwhile, increases. So you become more likely to feel hungry, and less likely to feel full given the same amount of food. Again, completely unfair.

  • And the third biological change, which I think people do sort of know about, is that there are metabolic changes. Your metabolism slows down. Your body uses calories in the most efficient way possible. Which sounds like a good thing, and would be good thing if you’re starving to death. But it isn’t a good thing if you’re trying to lose weight, because when your body finds a way to run itself on fewer calories there tends to be more leftover, and those get stored as fat, which is exactly what you don’t want to happen. (dieting) is going to take over your life. And that’s no way to live. Dieting is actually a lot like starving, physically. It’s living like you’re starving. A lot of people do it, but what they’re actually doing is living as if they’re starving. They’re putting their body into that exact same state that it would be in if they were literally starving to death.

Q: But there’s an entire industry that profits from convincing people that just the opposite is true. How do you reconcile that?
Well, the first thing is that you can’t believe anything that they say. And that’s by definition, because their job isn’t to tell you the truth — it’s to make money. And they’re allowed to lie. These companies make their money off failure, not success. They need you to fail, so you’ll pay them again. One-time customers are not the sort of thing that keep these diet companies in business.

Q: Would you say that it’s pointless then to try to lose weight? Or are we simply doing it wrong?
I don’t think people should try to live at a lower weight than their set range. If you try to lose weight so that you’re below your set weight range, that I believe is folly, or farce. It’s not healthy. It’s what sets off all those biological changes that are effectively trying to defend your set range. When your body goes lower than your set range, it makes changes to bump your weight back into it. And what people don’t know is that if your weight goes above it, it also makes changes to push it back down into the ideal weight.

This was a recycled old gijinka oc who acted as a villain of sorts in a VERY OLD PMD RP GROUP orz

Name: Roger
Nature: Jolly
Ability: Dry Skin

Bio: Growing up in a large, ambunctious household, Roger was often ignored. Craving some sort of attention from a young age, he resorted to being a rather shameless hooligan. He literally grew up becoming a living goofy villain archetype. He does a lot of pointless bad deeds (i.e. stealing stuff, scaring children, not listening to you) but enjoys the hell out of it. Even when he gets caught he’s fine with it

One surefire way to piss him off though is to make fun of his makeup/markings. He takes a lot of pride in setting all that lipstick/eyeliner man. Don’t mess.

Pivotal V. Pointless

As some people pointed out, it’s easy as a gamemaster to get shoved up your own ass about your story and setting and drag the players through a railroad tour of your faaaaantaaaastic writing. Making a big story about warring gods and huge empires seems like it could be ripe for exactly that sort of bleh. But I’d like to make a point in defending big set pieces that are out of your player’s hands. I’ve had one in each of the last three campaigns I’ve run and, while it is very accurate to say it’s easy to make boring, and several sessions in the past have needed to be hastily edited to prevent exactly that from happening when I hadn’t realized I’d been doing it, I still think they’re da bomb for three reasons.

1 - They’re Realistic

Session after session can be a grind as you stroll from one idyllic location to another, always encountering the problem that has been plaguing whatever community for god knows how long. The idea that the world doesn’t change, that there are no powers at work here other than the player and their antagonist. Players aren’t likely going to remember much about kings and emperors of far-off lands if they’re sitting on their haunches. If you’re an evil empire, you’re expanding. Players might not be able to stop it (don’t discourage them from trying, and if they think of something really good, you better fucking let them!) but there’s no reason the PCs can’t make a serious difference on a personal level to some of the people involved. Maybe they kill the raiding goblins and get a nice party at the local boozer for it, but when the army rolls into town the next day and almost puts it to the sword, the diplomacy check the party leader makes attempting to convince them not to is going to be one they remember forever. Don’t be afraid to have realistic forces of thousands camped just around the bend, but allow some flexibility in the parties dealings. This is pre-cellphone camera, there’s no reason that killing a few soldiers is going to put the party on KOS without a little identification first.

2 - It’s the Antidote to Game Stagnation

Let’s face it, your party expects to win. Many campaigns have reached the point where the party is rolling through challenge after challenge, waiting to critically fail two rolls in a roll and have their party die. Basically, you’re playing yahtzee with funny voices, except the chances of losing are 20*20-bonuses. Being rendered powerless (or all-but-powerless) is the cure for those doldrums. You have to be very careful with this, and take steps to predict hopeless charges that Lawful Goodies feel obligated (but not entertained) to perform. Say the party fails that diplomacy roll. Say the roll would never have helped at all. Say all the little rural NPCs the party met are put to the sword. Let them do what they can, let them save who they will, but there is only so much that three to five people can do. Fighting a losing battle can make for some of the most interesting and difficult choices a PC is ever going to make. Say the party defeats a priest of an evil god who had set up shop in town, everyone thanks them, hip hip hooray, all that. The next town they get to, a bustling city even, has fallen to that god hard, and a long time ago. There are temples to the God of Bad Happenings there like there are Waffle Houses here, only these Waffle Houses know what you did. Having massive stage conflicts let’s you fuck over the party in real time. And that’s a good thing.

3 - They Let You Do Literally Anything

By definition, these impossibly huge conflicts are the number one way to shake up a setting, and that let’s you do whatever you need on the fly. Say you had a write-up for a conflict with the guards in the next town, and it was integral to letting your party meet up with the next contact. Say that the pizzas have just arrives, you’re settling into things, and suddenly the party wizard comes up with a peaceful solution you never thought of. Your choices here are either give up your tenderly, lovingly written quest or Railroad And Out. If you’ve got something huge going on in the world around you, you always have a third option. Nothing allows for emergency roster additions, story twists, and, yes, even deus ex machina, as some overarching conflict that the party could never hope to fully be aware of in all it’s intricacies. 

What do you think? Is it still not worth it to take agency away from a player? Do you run with Big and Bigger Bads? What about the gods thing? Is that too big? Is there a point where story becomes more setting than story?