too ironic for you

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suddenly, hogwarts AU and everyone is babies??! idk it’s out of my system now don’t tell me to draw anyone else or argue with me about house choices it’s done i’m going to bed now!!!!

When a blind woman was named Inquisitor, none of her inner circle expected the task before her to be easy. Neither did any of them expect her to face it alone. Each of them has their own task, a duty they have assigned themselves to make Elera Lavellan’s life just a little easier, a role they carry out with stubborn dedication. None of them say it, but they all know that every one of them would rather die than see someone else take their place.

Solas walks with her in the Fade, drawing her into his memories, conjuring up images of the places they’ve been. Only her body is blind, and in the Fade, she can see the echoes he creates for her. They stroll the ramparts of Skyhold together, a smile flickering around her mouth as she looks out on the rolling mountains, and he helps her memorise every staircase and passageway so that she might navigate them more easily in her sightless waking world. He shows her the Emerald Graves, so that she can stand beneath the trees and gaze at the million different shades of green the sunlight creates as it falls through the leaves. He shows her, despite his scorn, the Dalish camp they visited in the Exalted Plains, so that she can remember her own clan and feel, for a time, at home. They walk the paths of his memories together, he her hahren, and she, a student and friend he is proud to teach.

Varric does what an author does best - he puts the world around them into words. When they reach the top of a slope and let out gasps of awe at a view that Elera can’t see, he steps up to describe it to her, painting every detail with the best words he can think of until she smiles and whispers, I can picture it. He does the same with the people they meet, telling her everything from the colour of their hair to how high she has to look to meet their eyes. Leave it to the others to do the basics, helping her to make it through the world. Varric’s duty is to make that world beautiful.

Sera is the one who climbs. Up the piles of rocks, balancing on beams and narrow ledges, clambering onto rooftops and jumping between gaps. She hates those creepy shards, but Elera says they’re important, and Sera’s damned if she’s letting a blind woman go hauling herself up those frigging rock piles to reach them. Elera would do it if someone else didn’t, stupid stubborn woman, and Sera doesn’t want to see her fall and get herself killed. Because even though she’s an elf, an elfy elf, a really elfy elf who wants those pissing elfy shards to open that elfy temple… somehow, they ended up as friends. Real good friends. And Sera was never one to let her friends get hurt.

Vivienne picks out her wardrobe, not only for all those soirees and balls that the Inquisitor is obliged to make an appearance at, but for day to day wear. Just because practicality is Elera’s greatest concern - finding something with few buttons she needs to fumble at and few fastenings to struggle with - doesn’t mean she should be forced to sacrifice fashion. Vivienne seeks out fine silk and velvet for her, fabrics that a Dalish elf could never have heard of or touched before. She finds tunics in rich turquoise to match her vallaslin, and, for special occasions, a ballgown in pale silvery-blue, so unearthly against her pale skin that she almost seems to be wearing moonlight.

Dorian reads to her. It starts with him making some remark about a book on spirit magic he’s been browsing through. That sounds interesting, she says, could you read that passage to me? And before long it’s a tradition. She comes to the library, he finds a book, they sit in chairs facing each other and Dorian reads. At first it’s mostly tomes on magical theory, but soon, he’s narrating a new chapter of Hard In Hightown every evening, and a little circle gathers around them to listen, all of them catching their breath in unison over the dramatic parts and groaning whenever Varric ends things with yet another cliffhanger.

Cassandra has always been at home on the battlefield, and right from the start, she appoints herself the task of making sure that Elera can feel at home there too. Two rage demons, approaching from the right, and three wraiths, she roars, as the rift splits open and pours the Fade’s denizens forward.  One Red Templar in heavy armour, one archer. Just the simplest things, the things that tell Elera where to stand and what spell to use. There’s nothing she can do to make the bellowing of demons and the clashing of weapons less chaotic - but she can try to bring some kind of order out of the chaos. That’s what she does best, after all.

Bull takes it upon himself to make sure she can indulge in all the things the others won’t let her. Honestly, they treat her like she’s made of glass sometimes, and he knows it infuriates her, knows that she doesn’t want to be coddled. She’s blind, not a child. So he’s the one who makes sure she drops into the Herald’s Rest like all the others, the one who buys her a drink and lets her vent. She rarely has more than one or two, but all the same, he walks with her back to her room afterwards. Leaders have as much right to let themselves go as anyone from time to time. The fact that this leader can’t see doesn’t make the damnedest bit of difference to that.

Cole helps. He appears from thin air to guide her up staircases and through passageways when she needs it - but only when she needs it, because he knows she wants to stand alone as much as she can. And since she can’t see the curl of another man’s lip or the twitch of his brow while she speaks to him, Cole reads people for her, telling her the things she can’t pick up from their words and their tone. To him, her lack of eyesight means nothing. She’s a person, like all the others, and her thoughts are the same as everyone else’s. 

And Blackwall stands beside her. Where he’s meant to be. He’s the shield between her and everything that could ever possibly hurt her, the hand that flashes out to catch her when she stumbles and the weapon that cuts down the enemy who dared to get close. He’s the arm she rests her hand on as they go about their travels, the voice that tells her the path’s getting steeper or take it slow, there’s a sharp drop to the right. At first it’s an obligation, the duty of a soldier who’s seen men suffer a thousand different wounds from war, losing eyesight and limbs and sanity and Maker knows what else. He knows how to help someone whose body isn’t quite whole. 

But it becomes more than that, so much more. She is so strong, so capable, so determined to face all the trials thrown at her by a world she can’t see - but she can’t protect herself from everything. Just as he has needed her, needed her calm kindness and her dauntless faith in him, so she needs him to be her first and last line of defence. He knows, as the rest don’t (all right, Cole probably does, but all the normal rest don’t) that the one thing Elera Lavellan fears is oblivion. Being lost and alone with nothing to guide her.

She won’t have to face oblivion while he’s still breathing. She will always be able to reach out for him and find him there, to hear him tell her, I’m here, my lady. To which she responds with a smile and a murmur - I know, vhenan. Thank you.

She is his fortress, he is her shield, and nothing in the world can touch them.

My heart breaks to find out that Lewis Tan (actual martial artist) had to fight to play Iron Fist. He ended up playing Zhou Cheng in the show, who is a villain.

So I’m writing this because Iron Fist was a mess of cultural appropriation and the argument defending a white Iron Fist is absolutely ridiculous.

The most dominant argument seems to be that Iron Fist was white in the comic. Well, that has no place here. Even when we complained about the Ancient One being canonically Tibetan, everyone else also brushed it off. Don’t tell us things like you-don’t-know-anything-about-the-comic.

Iron Fist was an invention of the 70s, when under- and misrepresentation of minority groups were not a widely discussed problem. In older comics, stereotypes, slurs, demeaning characterizations, and cultural appropriation that are considered to be outrageous today were abundant. However, those have stopped appearing in modern comics, so why should something as archaic as a white savior trope appear in modern TV shows? What were socially acceptable then may not be acceptable now. Time has changed; comics have changed with the time. Staying true to source material shouldn’t be as important as staying true to the time. (and if we’re talking about staying true to source material, the arc of this whole first season couldn’t be further away from Iron Fist’s actual comic origin)

Additionally, Danny being white doesn’t have much to do with his whole storyline. The trope of being an outsider could have easily been adapted for an Asian-American actor. A second generation Asian born on American soil, grew up the American way, who might get teased at school for the color of his skin, or the shape of his eyes, who hears stories about his parents’ homeland but never really gets it, who sometimes, secretly, wishes he looked more like his friends. He then is thrust out of that world, into the culture he heard so much about, surrounded by people who look like him. But here, he still doesn’t fit in. He doesn’t speak the language, he couldn’t get used to the food or the clothing, and he is teased for his cluelessness. An outsider no matter where he goes. Yet he perseveres, he works hard at fitting in, learns the language, the traditions, and everything in between. Eventually, he comes out on top and becomes a fitting Iron Fist.

It could have been so much more meaningful. It could have resonated with so many people who can never quite identify with any particular culture, with people who question themselves when they are asked to tick a box for their ethnicity. It could have helped the show avoid the cringiness of blatant cultural appropriation. It could have achieved so, so much.

And while an Asian Iron Fist would be perpetuating some stereotypes, it could also break a lot of stereotypes. As a lead role, we could’ve seen a nuanced male Asian character, who demonstrates different sides of himself throughout the show. We could have seen an Asian character who isn’t just comic relief or the smart one in the group (which we did get, somewhat, through Colleen Wing). He may know martial arts, but he didn’t start out that way (because really, us Asians were not born with kungfu embedded into our brains). We could’ve had a Black-Asian friendship between Luke Cage and Danny, which is rarely portrayed in media. Hell, we could’ve had a Black-Asian romantic relationship when they make Misty and Danny a couple, which is virtually never seen in mainstream media! Ever!

Danny’s race doesn’t matter to the core of the character. After all, he is fictional. In the end, what matters more is the fact that there are real people out there who are disappointed​ to see their traditions on screen, but (once again) not on a face that they associated with those traditions. It’s about the multiple times when there was a chance for an Asian or Asian-American (or Asian-British in Tan’s case) actor to be cast, and they fight hard for the role, but ultimately they were let down. It’s about the fact that this continuously happens to Asian characters, leading me (and perhaps many others) to feel like we don’t exist or we are invisible in the entertainment industry.

I could go on, but all I really want to say is representation matters.

Marvel, you can really take a page from other Disney projects, or even Star Wars, on this matter.

Please give him a hug to recharge :D

So I decided to buy one more power bank for my new phone, but there are so many choices that it gives me headache… And I think, how great it would be if there is a Power Bank!Tony! So here it is :D

Yeah I think I should go rest now or else I would probably have to take painkillers to stop my shoulder from hurting…OJZ

anonymous asked:

good morning! i have a companions request for a baby inquisitor going up to the companions and going "i wuv you!" or something along those lines please :) you can do gifs if you prefer

YOU GET TEXT AND GIFS

Cassandra: (at least internally for the gif)

Originally posted by bugbuttrainbow

She smiles, genuinely, heart lifting. She lifts them into her arms for a hug and laughs. “I love you, too.”

Blackwall: 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

He stares in utter shock, then chokes back a sob and smiles. “I love you, too.”

Iron Bull: 

Originally posted by snorrierickson

His heart. It has melted. He hoists them up, and they giggle and squeal as he kisses their cheek. “Love you, too, Imekari– little kadan.”

Sera: 

Originally posted by droppppthebass

Aaaaaawwwwwww!” She squeals. “You’re just the cutest–” She picks them up and pelts them with kisses. “I love you, too, little boo!”

Varric: 

Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

“Love you, too, kid!” He hoists them into his lap with a grin and starts impromptu story time, as he does several times a day with them.

Cole: 

Originally posted by sayrix

He gasps in delight. “Heart, so bright and cheery, nothing but joy, safety, love, I love you, too!” he says excitedly.

Vivienne: 

Originally posted by penultimxte

She’s actually taken aback, for once. After staring for a moment, she runs a hand through their hair and smiles genuinely. “You’re just the sweetest, cutest, most precious thing. Do you know that?”

Solas: 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

He’s shocked silent, and chooses not to say anything for a moment while he tries to make sense of the situation and what to say. Finally, he settles for a soft smile and running a hand over their head. “Ma serannas, da’len. You are too kind…”

Dorian: 

Originally posted by minyoongae

He beams and lifts them into the air, swinging around as they squeal in delight. Finally, he presses a kiss to their cheek and laughs. “I love you, too, little amatus.”

Josephine: 

Originally posted by aminotfemme

She lets out a squeal and kisses their head as she picks them up, cuddling them. “Oh, you are so sweet! I love you, too, mi pequeño amore!”

Leliana: 

Originally posted by chloethegamer

She grins slyly and picks them up, bouncing them in her arms. “I love you, too.” she agrees. “For being so sweet, would you like a story or a song?”

Cullen:

Originally posted by the-reactiongifs

“I… I…” He’s speechless, eyes wide with shock. Finally, he smiles, soft and sweet. “I love you, too.”

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Knowledge of extraterrestrials has long been denied by every strata of government, but denial does not mean they do not exist.  Mycroft Holmes, among his many duties, oversees the program responsible for ‘managing’ any evidence of otherworldly life.  This time, that evidence is particularly interesting… and for more than professional reasons…

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here’s all my cosplay tips! i don’t know if i’ll continue the series or not, but if i get interest maybe? anyways, below you can find links to their individual posts where i go into more detail about each tip.

  1. have fun- because if you aren’t enjoying it, then what’s the point?
  2. fake eyelashes- if you really want your eyes to pop on camera, falsies are the way to go.
  3. comfy shoes- cosplay shoes can be hard to walk in and awful to your feet, so bring non-cosplay shoes along, too.
  4. iron as you go- your seams will thank you.
  5. carry junk- think ahead about where you’ll put necessities like money, phone, and ID while in cosplay.
  6. plan ahead- don’t wait until the week of the con to start something new.
  7. amplify your makeup- with bright wigs and over-the-top costumes, it helps to have exaggerated makeup, too.
  8. give it structure- lining and interfacing your garments appropriately will help them fit and look better.
  9. check your silhouette- you can get your character’s trademark silhouette, even if you don’t have their cartoonish figure.
  10. good materials- varying your materials and picking the right one for the job goes a long way.
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I’ll take anything

AQUARIUS: we made out in an empty parking lot and when i laughed, you pulled me closer. you smelled like cigarettes and left me with the taste of death in my mouth. we could have gone everywhere but you would have rather gone nowhere. you tried for me but you didn’t try for yourself.

PISCES: you lied to keep someone you didn’t even want. you wanted me first. you wanted me first, but you settled because you were afraid of my iron fists. because i was too strong for you. because you were all anxiety and pursed lips and i think we only fell in love because we felt bad for each other.

ARIES: your love was so quiet, i could hardly see the fire in your eyes. you never texted me first and i pretended not to care. i was afraid to hold your hand, but you never pulled away when i hugged you. you were gentle. you were patient. your kindness scared me. i ran and you didn’t chase after me.

TAURUS: you invited me over and we smoked weed under the stars and watched tv in the middle of your floor. my legs brushed against yours as you told me about music and galaxies and my worth. i asked you to drive me to my ex’s house drunk once and we haven’t spoken since. i was always too crazy for you.

GEMINI: you smiled every time you kissed me. we made love next to bibles and every time i saw the tattoo of a greek god on your bicep, it felt like healing. you told me i was cuter than the girl we had a threesome with and thought that counted as love. you just wanted me to love you more than you loved me.

CANCER: when i was six, i tripped over a jump rope during recess and kissed you square in the face after you walked me to the nurse. we were those best friends that everyone wanted to see date each other but no one wanted to see fall apart. we were so afraid of losing each other that we lost each other before we even started.

LEO: we smoked cigarettes in your car until all of the windows were fogged and i told my boyfriend it was a coincidence that i didn’t want to be with him anymore. one time when we were drinking whiskey with our feet up on your coffee table, you tried to set me up with all of your friends, and i felt so stupid that i let you.

VIRGO: you took me to the movie theater where your ex works and it made me want to throw up until we had sex on the floor in the middle of the movie. i drove you crazy. you were different with me. but as it turned out, i was just a prize and you wanted to win. as it turned out, you only liked me when i made you feel wanted.

LIBRA: you had the strongest emotions i have ever seen and i only acted like i wanted to hook up with you when i couldn’t think of anything else to do. when you loved me, god, you loved me, but when you didn’t, there was nothing i could do to make you stay. you wanted me to be perfect. you couldn’t settle for beautiful pain.

SCORPIO: the first time you kissed me, you were drunk and you didn’t remember it the next day. the last time you kissed me, i woke up with the taste of your mouth on my lips. even after all we went through, i still remember everything about your skin. i hear you’re happy now that you can forget.

SAGITTARIUS: we went to the park behind your house and when we climbed up on the slides, i thought you were going to kiss me, but we raced down them instead. you loved to travel, loved to experience new things. you were all about the big picture and i guess i was nothing but a small detail in the grand scheme of things.

CAPRICORN: i don’t think you ever wanted me but i was okay with that because i don’t think you ever wanted anyone, really. when i was with you, i learned how to be independent. i learned how to love you with my eyes closed because you were always so far away, and when i woke up, you were gone.

—  the signs as people i have loved