what's right what's wrong

anonymous asked:

What do each of you think about the anime (what was right or wrong, etc.)? I really love the fact that Bones gave all the female characters mature and actually realistic voices, even Kyouka sounds realistic for a girl of her stature and age imo.

We know you said ‘each’ of us, but we doubt you want to wait Approximately Forever for your answer, so we’re going to answer, collectively, sorry. XD Since some of us can write Approximately Forever about the anime vs. the manga, we’ve divided things into two basic categories:

Things We Liked:
-The ability “rings” and title screens
-The scene of Fitzgerald’s money rapidly decreasing
-Music
-Scenery
-Details from the manga they did include, such as: small baby Moby Dick, the technology/computer screens, Tom and Huck (the last one is plot-related, but they were very cute)
-Season 1 Episode 1
-Dark Era, Odasaku
-Fukuzawa’s guitar riff aka one of the best things tbh
-Opening and ending animation/songs (except for naked Aku in S2 sorry Aku)

Things We Didn’t Like:
-First light novel timeline (Why Was Atsushi There)
-The weird fish eye lens animations and other weird animations in general
-The number of butt shot / orphanage flashbacks / “I killed 35 people”
-Yosano’s stripping
-Why no OST from PV1
-Minor character things: Chuuya’s missing hat chain, Agatha Christie cameo (and Fyodor’s first cameo in that same scene), Lovecraft trying to eat a wall
-Cut/changed details: Akutagawa’s cough, shin soukoku’s combined ability, costume changes, Dazai not laughing at Chuuya’s “turn-in feet,” Atsushi sassing asking Akutagawa during their battle with Fitzgerald if he wanted some tea, Dazai not eating dog treats, Tanizaki and Atsushi’s “east” and “west” idiot scene in the helicopter, Poe sweating at the ADA party while he tries to acquire a drink, Kunikida not showing up to Dazai on the roof with Q’s curse, Dazai’s face when avoiding Mori like the plague as Mori told him to not hang up on him, and last but not least… they cut out our symbol…Dazai’s shifty eye face

A super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing. Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Ryan might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in, powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts, can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.

Jeremy can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on destroying something little can be done to stop him.

Geoff can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to. All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind, more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible to escape from.

Michael controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos. Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives. While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage, what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe; careening into danger as roads are  suddenly coated in black ice or bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.

Ray can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are Ray now, will fade away like they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays. Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and deflects and fades away.

Jack can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can, just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires, airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to any petty squabbles.

Gavin’s power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him, buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him, gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible. He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.

I don’t like Jackson Wang
—  Said no one ever because that man is too precious for words to even describe and if someone actually said/thinks that well they can sit on a cactus.

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As someone who grew up in a country with a diversity of different cultures (including the Indian culture), I just want to say that Jonghyun did not mock them - that’s almost how all Bollywood movies are like, and if you’re someone who isn’t exposed to them, then maybe you’re just being butthurt and/or self-righteous by making a huge deal out of this - but yes, he still shouldn’t have, in the words on people nowadays, ‘appropriated’ that culture in any way.

That aside (and no, I am not saying Jonghyun is right or fine to do that at all, that is a different discussion), he has already issued an apology.

This was pretty much the first thing he addressed since his concert ended. He didn’t wait and decide to speak up after the series ended. He didn’t let SM or his managers speak for him. He could have easily done all that - let SM represent him or talk about this AFTER everything, but no. He took it to his Twitter on the first night of the concerts and apologised himself. He realised he’s wrong and even assured that that bit will be taken out of the video. What more do you want from the man?

Okay, maybe someone found it really offensive or insensitive, and you have every right to be upset. You can point it out and tell him about it, but you have no right to bash him after he’s publicly apologised. You don’t get to put him on a pedestal and destroy him when he took the time to explain that he knew he was wrong and he would not make such a mistake again.

We are all humans. He is as much a human as you are. You are, by no means, superior to him just because you’re socially aware of such issues. Not everyone gets the same exposure. Everyone is ignorant in some way, and different races/countries/cultures perceive things differently. For example, in America, because of its history and racial diversity, you might learn that joking about skin colour is wrong, but in some parts of Asia, it’s perfectly normal to joke about it. 

For Jonghyun, he grew up in Korea. Maybe this wasn’t something he learned while growing up. I don’t know, but maybe. I certainly wouldn’t if I didn’t grow up in a racially diverse country and didn’t have Indian friends. Yes, the world is global, but everyone grew up with certain ideals and beliefs, and you need to be aware that just because it applies to you doesn’t mean it applies to someone else. 

You preach about the need to educate and to fight for what’s right. Yes, you’ve done that. He is aware and has admits that he’s wrong. Just because he’s an idol doesn’t mean you can go on and on about how he intends to hurt people or etc. He’s an idol, yes, but it doesn’t mean he naturally knows about everything and everyone.

To those who are hurt by what he did, you have every right to be upset. If you feel like his apology isn’t good enough, I’m sorry, but what do you expect him to do? Go down on his knees and beg until you forgive him?

He’s an idol and an adult, and I think the fact that he spoke up about his mistakes himself, at the first moment possible, is commendable. It speaks a lot about who he is as a person. He’s a human, like all of us. Everyone makes mistakes. Can you honestly say that you have never been accidentally/unintentionally ‘racist’ at some point in your life? How would you like if people bash on you even if you gave a sincere apology about a mistake you did not intend to commit?

We all know him. He’s a sensitive soul. Do you honestly believe he’s done this on purpose? He apologised. Give him a freaking break. He’s a human with feelings. Don’t be a jerk just because he’s an idol whom you expect to be a ‘PERFECT’ role model. Nobody is. People learn and change. 

I have some embarrassing stories but at least they’re not as bad as some of charlie brooker’s:

  • once jumped on the end of a bench and the entire thing toppled over on top of him, somehow
  • once got dumped by his girlfriend because he drew her an anatomically correct heart on her valentines card and she thought it was a threat
  • once ACCIDENTALLY kissed his friends mum on the lips and said “mmmmm… delicious” because he mixed it up in his brain
  • once had an argument with someone over the phone in public and she hung up on him so he tried to pretend she hadn’t and was still pretending to speak to her when his phone rang again
  • once gifted his then-girlfriend a painted bin but she wasn’t in so he gave it to her dad instead

this man is a mess

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 5: Rain

The first thing Yuuri registered when he woke up was the soft pitter-patter of rain outside.

He smiled. Rain meant he could stay in bed just a little longer, since Victor liked to drag him out for a morning run. He liked running, but he also liked the feeling of just waking up, when your bed’s still warm and it’s the most comfortable place on Earth.

Yuuri pulled the sheets up to his neck and burrowed into his bed. He felt so nice, so warm and boneless. He could almost fall asleep again…

An ice cold hand traced over his side.

Yuuri shrieked and tried to wiggle away from the intrusion. An arm wrapped around his middle and pulled him back against a hard chest.

Yuuri turned over and saw a slightly blurred Victor. He smiled down at Yuuri and bent forward to kiss his forehead. Yuuri smiled and pushed his face into Victor’s neck. The hickey he left there last night stood out on his pale skin.

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every steve/tony argument ever

the world: is fucked and in immediate peril

tony: how about this pragmatic but morally dubious solution

steve: TONY NO that’s imperfect and therefore wrong

tony: ok, what should we do instead then?

steve: LALALA CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY MORAL PURITY

You know the FAHC would wear those ridiculous Tron suits on a heist, set to blink on and off, and call it hard mode. Even more visible than the time they ran a job decked out in neon yellow there is no way to hide, not even the darkness can disguise them and the constant flickering thoroughly ruins their own night vision. The whole ordeal is made ten times more difficult by the way they all crumble into helpless laughter every time they catch sight of one another, utterly childish and hopelessly entertained even as bullets fly all around them. 

recently ive seen a lot of taakos in crop tops n short skirts n thats good content, but also, ive seen almost no fat taakos in crop tops OR short skirts
thats a crime, that ones punishable by crime