twisted-cast

anonymous asked:

The stuff with Finn and force sensitivity is ugly. I appreciate you trying to put a positive spin on it but it's difficult to see this as anything beside othering Finn and antiblackness.

Lucasfilm honestly just doesn’t seem to get what a Big Deal Finn is. Like, if they had cast a white guy as originally planned and pulled a bait-and-switch that would be a fun twist. But when you cast a black guy and put a lightsaber in his hands you’re setting up certain expectations for people who don’t get to see themselves as the big damn heroes very often, and so to be all “LOL GOTCHA” is just…ignorant at best, mean-spirited at worst.

I STILL REFUSE TO GIVE UP HOPE but I’m way less confident than before and I don’t blame anyone for being disheartened.

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ultimate dragon age meme: one villian

• DARKSPAWN

The Chantry teaches us that it is the hubris of men which brought the darkspawn into our world. The mages had sought to usurp Heaven, but instead, they destroyed it. They were cast out, twisted and cursed by their own corruption. They returned as monsters, the first of the darkspawn. They became a blight upon the lands, unstoppable and relentless. The dwarven kingdoms were the first to fall. And from the deep roads, the darkspawn drove at us again and again, until finally we neared annihilation…

teen spirit never smelled like satisfaction but it never smelled like rotting flesh either

crawling, creeping, stalking down the cracked sidewalk

the 7/11 down the street glows sickly, neon lights cast twisted shadows and you try not to look

don’t look
don’t look

you’re one of them now, don’t be afraid
children of the night don’t feel a goddamn thing

except for spite

your sneakers are untied and you left your jacket hanging in the hall, but it’s not home anymore, if it ever was, you can’t go back, you don’t belong there anymore, you are out HERE, in the night, in the corner-store light and the fog around your knees

you don’t smoke but you smell like cigs anyway. maybe you should take it up.

are your eyes glowing yet? you hope so.

you’re one of them now.
you’re one of them now.
you’re one of them now.

Endless Summer: An instant hit with the fans, engaging story of mystery with endless ;) twists and a whole cast of interesting, loveable characters.

PB: You know, the fans really loved RoE. I think they would really enjoy ANOTHER romance book.

plot twist: the cast of hit broadway musical “dear evan hansen” performs the song “to break in a glove” (dear evan hansen original broadway cast recording, 2017 [track 9]) at the 71st annual tony awards

ITS FOR REAL!!!!!!!

After last year’s AHS: Roanoke turned out to arguably be the best season in series history, creator Ryan Murphy has revealed that this year’s upcoming theme will be the 2016 U.S. Election – yes, you’re reading that right.

In what’s shaping up to be a pretty brilliant turn of events from the AHS team, the show’s seventh season is tackling what might be its most down-to-earth source of American horror yet. Truly though, what contemporary American controversy was more horrifying than the 2016 election? No matter which side of the aisle you prefer, this has been an especially vicious year that’s resulted in an America that’s not been this fragmented in decades.

In a quote from FX CEO John Landgraf, he says:

“AHS confronts our deepest fears with unmatched suspense and style. Each new installment is a cultural event, hotly anticipated for its theme, imagery, cast, and twists. We thank the creators and their team, the cast and everyone who has continued to make AHS such an extraordinary series.”

Murphy recently went on Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen to discuss the upcoming season. In their interview, Murphy has neither confirmed nor denied that Donald Trump will be featured as a character in the upcoming season, only saying “maybe.”

There’s almost no doubt in my mind that Murphy would relish the opportunity to portray Trump as a monstrous being, hell-bent on destroying the world – an image of him that many others have adopted either by choice or out of some desperate attempt to comprehend some of his decisions – but there also comes the risk of unleashing the wrath of President Trump himself, who has never taken kindly to portrayals of his behavior in the media and on television shows.

In terms of casting, only series regulars Sarah Paulson and Evan Peters have been confirmed, but I’m sure there’s going to be a long list of guest stars that get announced between now and the show’s premiere. There’s no confirmed release date, but fans can expect to get the show in the Fall, as per usual.

It’ll also be interesting to see how Murphy’s American Crime Story – which has already been much more well-received than AHS ever was – will interfere with the production or even the quality of AHS‘ newest batch of episodes.

Until then, we’ll be sure to keep you up-to-date on all AHS-related news, and be sure to take a look at the video of Ryan Murphy’s official season 7 announcement on Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen, which you can find below.

Red

stydia au, angst.
4,779 words. 



She wishes it didn’t happen like this, but it did, and it has, and there’s nothing she can do to change it now.

“In another world,” he whispers into her hair, words spilling over her temple and brushing her eyes shut, “in another universe, with a different you and a different me, we would have been together.”

In this life, though, her entire existence has been racing towards this point.

And there’s no changing it now.




His name is Stiles Stilinski, which is probably the weirdest name she’s ever heard in her life, but somehow it suits him.

They’re in the third grade and he’s moved into the house behind hers, and as she’s swinging in her backyard he climbs the tree overhanging their shared fence. His jeans are too baggy and he tears his shirt on a branch and doesn’t even seem to notice.

“What’s your name?” he asks, perched above her.

She kicks harder so that she can swing to his eye level. “Lydia.” Kick, swing. “Lydia Martin.”

“Lydia Martin,” he repeats, tasting her name on his tongue. “That’s a nice name.”

“Better than Stiles,” she says smugly, testing him.

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I’d start a war for you

This is how the First Order dies. A sacrifice to lay at the feet of a child. A sacrifice written in blood and love.

In which Kylo Ren and Rey join together in an effort to defeat the First Order and bring peace to the galaxy, all for the sake of a child – their child. Rey fights with the Resistance, but Kylo… well, Kylo is risking everything to stay exactly where he is.

A Reylo baby fic with a little twist, including a wide cast: Spy Kylo, Pursuer Rey, the Knights of Ren and their second-in-command, Savat Ren, protective twins Leia and Luke, and Rey’s best friends, spinning their own romance for the ages, Jessika, Finn, and Poe.

Read it here: FF / AO3

Tequila

Completely plotless thing with Avory Shepard and James Vega during her incarceration. 


“Fucking shit, Vega, not in my fucking bed!”

James cocked his head, a deer in the headlights of a very large, very dangerous Mack truck bearing down on him with incredible speed. Too many tequila shots dulled his reaction time and the semi crashed into him with full force, though off kilter, and knocked him over onto his side. His bag of chips flew from his hands, the contents of which spilled over the bed, the crumpled foil landed on the floor.

“What the hell, Shepard?” His tongue felt thick and his words were slurred.

Dios. Going shot for shot with Commander Shepard was a dumb idea. If the world wasn’t spinning beneath him, he would have taken a moment to regret his decision. But as it was, he was too fucking disoriented from Shepard’s tackle to worry about what Anderson – hell, what Anderson and Hackett would do to him if they walked in at that moment. Off duty or not, his superior officers would not be happy.

He was playing a dangerous game, but Shepard was damn persuasive, and James would be lying if he said he didn’t want to spend more time with her off the clock. Over the past four months, she had shattered every preconceived notion he had about her, and now, sprawled beside him, body twisted and golden mane cast in a halo around her head, it was almost hard to remember she was the Commander Shepard.

He pushed himself up into an unsteady seated position, leaned back against the headboard.

Shepard’s eyes were closed and her smile wide, her chest still shaking with laughter. “Your fucking face, Vega.”

James looked down his cheeks at Shepard, who he couldn’t be sure was drunk or just in a particularly Shepard mood. “You spilled the chips.”

Shepard panted, tried to quell her laughter. “I told you not to eat in my bed.”

“You did it.” James slurred a defense.

Two more deep breaths and Shepard finally opened her eyes, and he watched through blurred vision as she struggled to find him. She squinted up at him for a moment as he swayed, then one lazy, limp wristed arm rose into the air, like a drunken cobra rising from a basket. He felt himself go cross-eyed as she flicked her wrist, pointed a finger at his face, and he flinched when she poked him a little too hard on the bridge of his nose.

“I used to have a scar like this.” She dragged her finger across his cheek, following the scar there.

James tried to ignore the warmth of her touch, clumsy as it was, as she traced the mark clear to the end. He focused on the burning heat in his belly; the pleasant acidic feel of tequila on an empty stomach went perfectly with the smell of lime and salt lingering on her finger. It was almost enough of a distraction to stop the chill from running down his spine as she flicked her finger off his cheekbone. Almost.

“Used to?” James swatted at her hand and she laughed, let her arm flop back down over her chest.

“Yeah,” she rolled onto her side, propped her head up on her hand, “Cerberus replaced it with all these fucky red monstrous ones when they brought me back from the dead.”

Even through the daze he was caught in, he could hear the lack of humor in her tone. And even though she had been having a hard time locking her eyes on any one thing for a while, she wasn’t even trying now, her gaze off somewhere far away.

He knew she used to have a scar very similar to his, could remember how he and his fellow marines who followed her career had speculated how she got it, what she had done to the person who gave it to her. It was her signature mark. The first time he had seen her without it, the first news story when she had resurfaced with Cerberus, had been like seeing his own disappear.

“Prob'ly for the best, Shepard.” James’ head rolled to the side. He tried to raise a brow, but his face felt like molten lava, incapable of much more than a lazy grin. “Looks better on me. I wouldn’t want to show you up.”

She snorted, rolled onto her back and flung her arm over to smack him on the thigh. “In your dreams, Vega. I rocked the shit out of that scar and you know it.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, his eyes blatantly drifting over Shepard’s sprawled out form, “you rock a lot of things, Lola.”

Glossy blue eyes came back to the moment, snapped up to meet his and she flung her arm at him again, this time smacking him square in the chest. “Oh, fuck off, Vega.” Her hand fell, her arm draped palm up over his thighs. “You lost your chance with me when you spilled chips on my bed. Fucking crumbs everywhere.”

James chuckled and leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve the bag of chips. He dug out a handful, piled them onto Shepard’s open palm. “Eat, Shepard. You’re getting grumpy.”

She scoffed. “Maybe because someone dumped chips everywhere.”

“Yeah, yeah.” James pulled out another handful, stuffed some chips into his own mouth. “I still haven’t heard a thank you for risking my ass to drink with you in the first place.”

She grumbled something under her breath, the sound drowned out by her crunching on a chip. He looked down at her, her eyes closed and her mouth chewing lazily like a cow on cud. The Commander Shepard looking more and more human every day.

“You’re washing my sheets tomorrow.” She swallowed and her eyes opened. James felt his cheeks flush, caught red handed watching her, but she was oblivious. “And thank you.”

James felt his mouth quirk uncontrollably into a lopsided grin. Yeah, definitely more human, and it only took four months and an entire bottle of tequila.

Yuuya Asato’s Twitter banner: anime!Haine cast versus stage!Haine cast. The twist? Unlike other adaptations, for this one the voice actors are also the stage actors… which makes sense, considering that most of them have more experience as stage actors in live action adaptations than as seiyuu.

Clockwise: Bruno Von Grantzreich - Yuto Adachi; Licht Von Grantzreich - Shouta Aoi; Heine Wittgenstein - Keisuke Ueda; Leonhart Von Grantzreich - Daisuke Hirose; Kai Von Grantzreich - Yuuya Asato.

anonymous asked:

Part 1: I've never seen this connection on any of the blogs I follow, so sorry if it's been said, but wanted to throw it out there just in case! I'm very against them backtracking on the transgender storyline and saying that Charlotte and Charles are not the same person, but I think it may be the “FINAL TWIST” the cast keeps mentioning. The play “Twelfth Night” was found in Archer’s burner apt, and if you know the play, it could foreshadow that Charlotte was pretending to be her twin(?) brother.

Part 2: Twins run in families, and a twin is very likely to have twins of their own, so having 2 sets of twins isn’t unheard of - definitely a copout, but not unheard of. So what if Charles is someone else and “Twelfth Night” was a clue that someone was pretending to be their sibling? And in the play, it is a male and female, so I feel that Charles and Charlotte being siblings and not one in the same is pretty likely.

Part 3: Why else have that play even be mentioned? Would it be in bad taste to go back on the transgender storyline? Absolutely. But AD just fertilized Emily’s eggs and put them in Ali without either one’s consent, so I don’t think things being in bad taste/crazy controversial are off the table. Not at all.

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I’ve seen a great twelfth night theory before, think it was written by @badassmona. I totally agree it would be bad taste, but that’s PLL. We know all the shit they pull so I won’t be surprised at all. I think it will be a good plot twist if Charles is alive and someone else, but yeah, very controversial! These are all great points and I definitely think this is a possibility!

Reasons to watch [ACCA 13-ku Kansatsu-ka ]

- Unique animation style and character design 

- Directed by the same person who directed One Punch Man and Space Dandy

- Beautiful jazzy OST 

- Older, mature MCs (about ~30-40 years old I believe) 

- The subtle aesthetics of food, tobacco, little habits and other ways of coping with everyday life

- Complicated yet incredibly strong platonic relationship based on unconditional trust

- No romance

- No overused tropes & explicit drama

- Adorable side characters (how about a single dad with 3 sons?)

- Charismatic villain(s) 

- Plot twists

- Perfect cast

- plus many, many more!!

Judging by the second PV, the anime is gonna follow the original manga almost frame by frame, and said manga is simply amazing. I have no words to fully express how much I liked it and how emotional it made me. I can’t wait for the anime and want many people to watch and appreciate it because IT’S GONNA BE SO WORTH IT!!

If you’re still confused about the plot/genre: ACCA is a rather heart-warming story about politics, modern society problems and human connections (friendship, family bonds, subordination and other).   

The anime airs on January 10th. Please consider checking it out!!

(+ feel free to hmu for spoilers/details/character info or join our tiny fandom party on twitter ;O;)  

orevet  asked:

If you haven't already gotten a ton of requests for it, can you write more for the AU where the Skywalkers are part eldritch abomination? I know you don't really write about Kylo Ren, but I'm morbidly curious to see this interpretation of him and Rey, Finn, and Poe's interactions with him.

hahaha yes I love this:

  • you need a teacher, it says, and it takes all of Rey’s strength not to vomit then and there, because she has never seen anything more awful-beautiful in her entire life. It is – it is like the desert in the high heat of mid-day, when the air shimmers and wafts and thickens, somehow, and that thing on the horizon could be a parade of krayt dragons, or an oasis, or an oncoming sandstorm. It itches at her eyes, and inside her mind things yammer-clammer, say yes you will obey and her spine skitters and this thing, this thing pretending to be a boy, it thinks she is so power-hungry and lonely that she will take its hand. It thinks she is so blind that she thinks that it offers a hand and not a claw-wing-diamond-blood-star-appendage. It is beautiful, yes, but Rey has seen beauty in fires and the ocean and she knows that both will swallow you up, if you let them. Rey shows her teeth. She is human and whole and unharmed, and she does not slam her Force-eyes shut but opens them wide, wide, wide, until the thing cannot hide from her. Until it is laid bare before her. And she sees what Kylo Ren truly is, and the you will obey becomes what are you doing and she snarls, “I see you,” and she slams forwards, unafraid and bright-burning. 
  • You don’t have to tell Finn that Kylo Ren is a monster: he knows that all too well. He knows that when Kylo Ren gives the order – the offhand order! – to slaughter the villagers. He knows that even before then: when he hears tales of what happens to Stormtroopers when they fail in their duty. He knows. But it is still a heart-stopper of a shock when Kylo Ren turns and looks at him and Finn doesn’t see a humanoid figure in a mask but a great ripped blackness, like someone has reached into the skin of reality and torn it aside, revealing the darkness beyond, spangling with things that could be stars, but are more likely to be eyes. He sees – wings, perhaps, or claws, or fire. Teeth, maybe. Perhaps those are teeth. Perhaps those are screaming faces. He closes his eyes, sweat congealing on the inside of his helmet, his heart shuddering against his ribs and –
    • the moment is gone. Kylo Ren is gone. When Finn faces him again, there is no escaping it: Kylo Ren snarls, and his shadow ripples and changes behind him, and his lightsabre is one moment seperate from him and the next a tooth in a forest of identical teeth; the next it is a feather in a shining blood-drenched wing. Finn is reminded of a story baby troopers are told, of a trooper who ventured out to save her captain from a strange and terrible enemy, and this enemy bid her cling to her captain no matter what form he might take; and so she hung on as he became a krayt dragon and a terranterror and the smallest atom and a kyber crystal too hot to grasp. And she held on as her skin blackened and peeled away, and no matter what form he was changed to she clung on, and so in the end she was victorious. There was a motto in there somewhere: about sticking with your unit. Something like that. The point is: Finn does not let go and does not stop fighting, because Kylo Ren may be a monster but there are worse things in the galaxy than him (namely, abandoning Rey to his tender mercies. Finn would die before he did that. He almost does.)
  • Poe has not looked General Organa in the face since he returned from captivity. He looks at her feet, or the space just over her left shoulder. Once, he eyed her face greedily, keen to catch some momentary flicker of approval. After one meeting, she calls him over. They are alone. They have not been alone since before – 
    • Poe’s throat closes up. He tries very hard not to shut his eyes against the white-gold glare blazing from Leia’s skin.

      “You see it,” she says. “You see me.”

      “I – I saw him,” Poe says. He stares at the floor. He feels her presence gnawing at the edge of his mind. “I saw him, he made me see him, he thought it would burn my eyes out, he –”

      “It didn’t, did it?”

      “No.”

      “I don’t blame you for not wanting to look at me,” says Leia, gently. “I just want you to know that we’re not the same. Not at all.”

      yes you are Poe wants to say. They are: both too bright to bear, or a hungering darkness, alternating between the two; both are children of the Force, as inhuman as the stars.

      “Poe,” says Leia. “I am sorry for what happened to you. Truly.”

      And it is this, perhaps, that convinces him; for even as shadows dance and twist over his feet (cast by her strange luminous skin) her voice is the same. Durasteel hard, and gentling, and he lifts his eyes. 

      She is beautiful. She is endless. But he blinks, and the light vanishes, and she is Leia Organa once more. 
  • Hux wears sunglasses around Kylo Ren. He looks absurd, but the last thing he wants is for Snoke’s pet monster to burn out his corneas in some petty tantrum. They lose twenty good men that way every time the scavenger girl’s name is mentioned.