Okay, so Willam Belli “supposedly” tells people when he’s drunk about how RuPaul’s Drag Race really works. Every single person who has claimed this has also told the same story, so this may be the T. The show is hella rigged. Ru picks out favorites from the beginning and he usually sees them until the end. Sometimes things don’t go as planned, but shit happens. It’s all about what people like.
Let’s take this back to Season 4, the shadiest season ever, hands down. Willam has said multiple times that he was only supposed to be on for one or two episodes, so he started breaking rules. I believe that because when you look at Willam’s schedule, it matches what he says. Drag Race contestants aren’t allowed to really have contact with the outside world, so he wouldn’t be able to do shows. Here’s the thing, Willam quickly became a crowd pleaser. Everyone loves Willam (except Ru, but I’ll go into that in a minute). Because of that, he stays on way longer than he’s supposed to, already screwing up Ru’s vision. Ru already had a vision for the top three. Phi Phi O'Hara (who would never win, because no one likes her, but she balanced the scales), Chad Michael’s (who already had a successful career and would look great as the face of RPDR), and Sharon Needles (dark, different, quick witted, crowd pleaser, and would do as she was told, which she did). Suddenly Ru’s world was being turned upside down. Willam had a chance at winning. Willam would never listen to Ru and would totally be too rebellious for the RPDR brand. So, conveniently, when two of Ru’s three were in the bottom, Willam was disqualified finally, saving Phi Phi from elimination (because Sharon did way better at the lip sync).
Now, let’s go into double elimination territory. When there is a double elimination (which is only twice), that would mean one less episode for the show. That’s not happening though. Ru gets paid per episode. So, someone always comes back. That someone will always be a Ru favorite, not a fan favorite. Not only does this mean Ru has another shot at having a favorite win, but it means she still gets paid. Also, every double elimination has involved girls she didn’t like, so…
Another thing is the Alyssa vs Tatianna lip sync “for your legacy” in All Stars. Ru gets to see the lip sticks each girl chooses before the filming of the show starts. This makes it so that she knows who to pick in order to eliminate. Both Alyssa and Tatianna had picked Phi Phi O'Hara. If one of them had chosen Roxy Andrews, they wouldn’t have won. However, they both chose Phi Phi, which also made it so that another episode could be filmed, which means more money for Ru.
Now, let’s go to Season 9. Valentina was just eliminated after a series of screw ups on the episode. Ru was not happy, and even went as far as to tell her she THOUGHT Valentina could win. Valentina was both a Ru favorite and a crowd pleaser. Valentina was new to drag and definitely would do what she was told. Valentina was supposed to win Season 9, and Ru’s face shows it all. However, she fucked up too badly and everyone would’ve known that Ru was playing favorites if she stayed, so that’s the end of it. Now Ru has to pick a new winner, and I’m eager to see that.
The second those words flew out of your mouth, your eyes shot open and your breath caught in your throat. You were quickly shaken from the spell Daveed had placed you under, and as reality settled in, you began to panic.
Without delay, you pushed Daveed off you and clambered off the bed. He was silent and you didn’t know if it was because he was in shock or because he was still coming down from his high, but either way, you knew you had to get out of there before he started speaking.
You were pulling your jeans on hastily when you finally spoke up. “I uh…I-I gotta go.” You said, trying to hide the fact that you were on the verge of tears. “It’s really late and I think I forgot to do something back home.”
“Y/N…” Daveed breathed softly, pushing himself up on his elbows to look at you.
Maul's story is the ultimate tragedy because he gets so close to redemption but still misses it. His arc is so poignant, and I wish that there was a timeline in which he was able to repent and live in peace with people he loved and people who loved him.
A cool detail in Outlast 2 that I think is taken for granted.
No this isnt a fan theory or a story based post. Sorry.
Just a game play detail I thought was cool, and that detail can be described in one word; Glasses.
The fact that glasses where established so early in the game and reaffirmed a couple of times was an excellent detail in my opinion for three key reasons.
One: the ability to impare vision and fabricate tension with the use of the “I lost my glasses” cliche, and fundamentally justifying the blurred vision in tense moments.
Two: liquid splash. In video games when someone gets hurt or comes out of the water we CONSTANTLY see blood splash and water splash and rain drips on their freaking eyes.
Which is the one of the stupidest and most immersion breaking moments in any game.
The creators actually figured out a clever way to keep this design but make it believable, with glasses.
Blood would naturally splatter on the lenses and water would cling or drip off of the frames as well, meaning that theyd be right in front of your eyes obscuring vision, but without breaking immersion.
Three: And this is just speculating here so feel free to contest this thought.
I think they kind of work as a reality meter in their own way.
Hear me out on this, in the beginning of the game we see quite often that Blake loses his glasses or is subjected to vision impairment as a result of something obscuring his lenses, but as we progress not only does it happen less and less but we see his vision is no longer blurring when he is hit or subjected to trauma that would cause his glasses to break or be knocked off of his face.
In fact, the only real vision blur toward the end is when Val blows those hallucinogenics in his face.
This could signify that he had lost his glasses ages ago, (as is likely with what he’s going through) and is able to see clearly because what he is seeing is actually all in his head.
But, like I said, this is all speculation and I’d love to hear your opinion on this last tidbit.
At any rate, I think this was a kickass detail that is sorely taken for granted!!
Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series
“What legal authority does an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to operate in Nigeria?”
The screen buzzed, blacking out as you stared up at it. Above you, sitting on her bed, Wanda turned to look at Steve as he moved further into the room, the remote control in his grasp. Steve glanced down at you, sitting on the floor between the bed and dresser with your arms wrapped around your legs. You did not look back at him.
“It’s my fault,” Wanda said. Steve sighed, shaking his head.
“That’s not true-”
“Turn the TV back on. They’re being very specific.”
Fic Request: “Could you make a fic with MarkxEthanxReader and/or MarkxEthanxTyler where the reader gets badly injured and taken to the hospital? Sorry if its a bit sad but I was thinking like a car accident or something? I dunno just in this weird mood and itching for something sad”
The dinner was lovely, a lot of laughs as was expected when you went out with Tyler, Mark and Ethan. You were outside, distracted by the conversation you all were embedded in. None of you were in a hurry to get home, and it was a nice night out. You didn’t really want to go home yet. You were having to much fun. A young couple passed around the four of you, thanking Tyler when he opened the door for them. You politely smiled at them and the four of you moved away from the door, still chatting. But then a flash of lights caught your attention and you looked over to the road. The couple were crossing the road, the traffic had stopped by the red lights but a single car surged forward. “Hey! Look out!” You rushed forward, sprinting towards them and grabbing the two by the scruffs of their shirts and yanking them out of the way. But you weren’t fast enough. The lights blinded you, there was no pain as the hood of the car slammed into you. But you felt it, like a brick wall crashing into you and sending you flying across the road. Your body skidded on the ground, the car rushing over you, barely missing your head with its wheels. You came to a stop near the other side of the road, the momentum taking you into the gutter. The ringing in your ears drowned out any other sound. But your blurred vision caught sight of three figures sprinting towards you. They fell to their knees around you. Their voices mixing in with the fading drumming in your ears. “Oh my God, (Y/N)?” You heard Mark call out to you. “Hey, come on, talk to me. (Y/N)!” You felt a hand grip yours. Ethan checked for a pulse, confirming you were alive through trembling lips. Tyler was on the road, waving cars to stop and somewhere people were rushing over, phones in hands, calling the authorities. “Oh no, is she alright?” Someone asked. “Is she still breathing?” “Did anyone get that car’s number-plate?” Ethan stood, pushing the people away from your twisted form. Mark moved closer, cutting you off from the crowd that was beginning to gather. “Mark..?” You finally found your voice. It was small, barely above a whisper. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, I’m here.” Mark said, his hand hovering above your face. He was terrified of touching you. How hurt were you? Could he move you? No, moving you would only make things worse. Mark settled with holding your hand gently in his. “(Y/N) keep talking to me. Keep your eyes open.” “The…The couple, are they…are they alright?” It pained you to talk. Mark could see it in your eyes. He nodded, looking over at the two teenagers that were helping Tyler direct the traffic. “They’re ok. Thanks to you,” He told you. It took almost all of his strength to keep his expression calm and his voice still. He didn’t dare look down over your body. He knew that would break him. “Just keep your eyes on me,” Mark told you. “Come on, where’s all that energy you had before, huh? You wouldn’t shut up about that new book you got today.” You managed a smile. A curl of your lips that was slow in process and a little tiring to complete. “Says the man…who hasn’t stopped talking about…Subnautica.” You grimaced as a tremor of pain washed over you.
Mark stroked your hair, hushing your groans as Tyler hurried over. He looked pale, almost worse than Mark. “How is she?” Tyler asked, crouching down beside you. Mark shook his head but you were the one to reply. “I’m..alright, Tyler.” Your voice wretched at the men’s chest. “The ambulance is on its way.” Tyler informed the two of you. “They’ll fix you up, don’t worry.” “What happened to the driver?” Mark asked, his voice turning bitter. “Gone,” Ethan appeared beside him. “A few people got sight of his number-plate. The police are coming as well, they’ll catch him.” “Good,” The two older men said together. Ethan sat by your head. Carefully brushing your hair off your face. “You’ll be ok,” He told you. You caught the tremble in his voice and you tried to smile reassuringly at him. “I live with you…idiots.” You said, “Of course I’ll be fine.” Just as unconsciousness took you, bright red and blue lights flashed across the street and the siren followed you into the black abyss.
A little bonus a few months after; when you’ve recovered.
“(Y/N), shut up! You don’t know anything about chocolate! You don’t deserve this!” “I got hit by a car saving two teenagers life! I damn well deserve that chocolate, Mark!” It’s now your excuse for everything.
Summary: War is boiling in the Fire Kingdom as the days until the wedding draw near.
Author’s Note: X is a link to music or a clip which matches with the scene.
Word Count: 6697
Warnings: Blood (In later parts), Smut (in later parts)
“What the hell happened out there, Erlich? You were meant to destroy half of their supplies and their men with that attack and all you did was kill a few horses and some low-ranking soldiers!” spat King Ruiji. The Court of the Fire Kingdom was in session, every week they met, mostly to go over plans and see how the situation looked in the various provinces of the Fire Kingdom.
So somehow I ended up falling into the Voltron fandom and so far I’ve really been enjoying it! Aside from all the fantastic character-building with Shiro, my favorite thing about the new season was definitely confirmed part-Galra Keith??? A few days ago @xerospark and I ended up doing a massive ramble about Galra biology and how it might relate to Keith’s Galra ancestry, and we decided to post some of our favorite headcanons.
xerospark’s post about Galra Keith specifically is over here, but I had a lot of thoughts about Galra biology in general, so I decided to post those under the cut. I’d love to hear people’s thoughts on these, and feel free to add on your own headcanons if you have them!
Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (no pairings as of yet!)
Warnings: Minor character deaths, violence, the occasional
Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out
of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.
Word Count: 1,436
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic. It’s a slow burn all
around thanks to my inability to write without sounding like the opening of a
biography. Thank you @wheresthekillswitch for giving me the baby push that I
needed to put this out there. Received well or not, I’m four chapters in and have no plans to stop. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.
What overloaded my senses the most was the drastic change
from warmth to a harsh cold. Goosebumps were immediate in forming on my skin.
Had the power gone out
My arm extended towards the foot of my bed, searching for the
soft fabric of my blanket. My fingers were met with a scratchy sheet right
about the time that the smell of mildew and…was that sour meat?… hit my nose.
My brain kicked in.
This wasn’t my bed.
This isn’t my room.
Unsurprisingly, this wasn’t the first time I had been in a
situation like this. What was
surprising is that I couldn’t remember how I had gotten here.
“I think she’s awake.”
The voice made me freeze in place and I stilled the shivers that had
been slowly increasing in magnitude, cursing myself for not wearing socks to
bed with a knife tucked into the side. That’s what my uncle had trained me do.
In the five years that he had been gone, I had let the habit slowly slip. I had
let myself start to believe that I was safe. Like an idiot.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot to upload these here! If you’ve been watching my warriors design blog (http://warriordesigns-tennelleflowers.tumblr.com/) you’ve seen all of these already, but here’s all of them together! These are button designs that are being printed to go on buttons to sell when I’m at cons!
“I thought Gravitonium was a pain in the ass to control.”
“Yes. But it is possible to.” Bruce opened up a document with a swipe of his fingers. “Dr. Franklin Hall. He was a former asset for SHIELD and became famous for his work and theories on the extremely rare element known as gravitonium. Hall also designed a theoretical machine that could stimulate the element in a way that would allow its gravitational fields to be harnessed. It was destroyed along with him but the gravitonium was locked in SHIELD’s storage facility. But last time we checked, it wasn’t there.”
“Hmmm.” Stark stared at the holographic files in front of him. “So if we find Hall’s files on gravitonium then maybe we could find the source of Y/N’s abilities. Maybe even make it more powerful.”
Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.
Word Count: 1,997
A/N: This is the fourth installment in my first ever fanfic. Strap in for a slow burn, but at least now you get to take the Winchesters with you! Thanks to everyone who is keeping up with this series. Love you guys and your kind words of encouragement! These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.
I was fourteen the first time that I was given permission to go into town by myself during the daytime. I guess Uncle Jay decided that I finally looked old enough to not get stopped by nosey adults wanting to know where my parents were. I was on a supply run, picking up a few essentials that we were running low on, when the distant sound of music drew me towards a building with floor to ceiling windows. The scene inside captivated me in seconds.
They were gliding effortlessly in the most elegant patterns I had ever laid eyes on, their bodies twisting and turning and leaping together. I managed to drag my eyes away from their beauty to read the letters on the glass. “Elana’s School of Ballet.” Right at that moment, the music stopped. I looked back through the window to see that several people inside had noticed me watching, their eyes casting curious glances. I quickly picked up the grocery bags and made my way back to the woods behind the town hall, shuffling the brown paper sacks to better prepare for the two-mile hike back to the cabin.
Questions about dancing and taking lessons were the first words that spewed out of my mouth as soon as I’d crossed the salt filled doorframe. Uncle Jay stared at me, taken by surprise, before he began to chuckle, “You got me good, Small Fry,” he laughed. I immediately stiffened inside at his tone. “A dancing hunter,” he continued, shaking his head in amusement, “can you even imagine that?”
I never mentioned dancing to him again. But his words didn’t stop me from going down to the studio whenever the chance presented itself and watching through a scope from a distant rooftop. My brain mapped the moves that my feet would later practice in the privacy of my bedroom. The small joy that came from floating across the floor would be something I would draw from in the many dark years to come. It was a small flicker of hope in a world made of ashes.
Dean had seen me as soon as he’d come down the stairs, but hearing his name cross my lips had stopped him in his progression towards me. He set his shoulders, eyes scanning my face, brain searching for recognition. I could see the apprehension creating defensive walls.