cryoftheplanet:

Key flaws of the FFVII cast

• Cloud – feelings of inadequacy
• Aeris – emotional reclusivity
• Barret – black and white thinking
• Tifa – uncertainty
• Red XIII – naivete
• Yuffie – self-centredness
• Cait Sith – complacency
• Vincent – inaction
• Cid – bitterness

xenodile:

Rational thinking part of my brain: This character is nice and enjoyable, they are from a fun series, and I like them on those merits alone.

Horny part of my brain: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Rational thinking part of my brain: *Pulls out a nail bat* How many times do we have to do this dance you son of a whore.

sorumegane13:

To All Fanfic Writers

Bless you. I love you. Keep going mate you’re doing great! You said it’s shitty? Well some of us might think the fuck not. You said that this au doesn’t matter? Well someone out there might be screaming and is blessing you for your creation. You said your writing is mediocre? Bitch there is someone out there still quacky and still not brave enough to show the world their writing (including me). Your writing style is not like so and so. Bruh, it means yous be unique so that’s a good sign fam. That’s how you know you’re a growing writer. My point here is–

You👏do👏you👏fam

Don’t let others think otherwise!

inkskinned:

before he sells the beans to jack, he is born in a house that smells of ceder.

his name is Tiffany. a bold bright name. a stardust name. a girl name. but he is not a girl. he knows this, even if others don’t. his mother puts him in dresses, teaches him how to sew, chastises him when he lets his voice get low.

“my great-aunt’s friend’s sister,” says his mother, with her red lips tight, “once knew these girls that spoke and diamonds came out of their mouths. you know what happened to the nasty one? she got toads. that’s your future if you don’t figure out how to be a nice little girl.”

so he speaks gently. but the whole time he is wondering: who gave them the language of gems. who gave them the language that rolled out of them. it must be magic. and if there is magic, maybe there is hope for him.

he takes off in a dark night. a sad night. one where the fire was too low and he was sick of mirrors. he leaves his mother a note: gone to find where the gems grow. 

in the black woods, he cuts off his hair. wears his father’s clothes. feels, at last, whole. runs and runs and runs until his air comes out in a wheeze. walks for weeks and weeks.

he finds the old woman carrying water. she is ugly, her mouth all twisted angry. but she carries the water alone. 

the boy does not have much. but he has shoulders. a good back. hands that work. when he takes her burden, she says, “thank you, young man.” and he smiles at her, but doesn’t say anything.

her house is damp. she feeds him stew, apologizes. says she used to make lovely foods but the price of milk and eggs got far too high. she says: if you carry my water for five weeks, i will give you something special. and he agrees.

she talks for him. spends a lot of time telling him of people he never met. girls with lips blood red. girls with white fairy dresses. boys who fell in love with swans. 

the boy says little. just nods. sleeps on the floor of her empty barn. when she’s not looking, he darns her clothes for her, keeps the floors swept, fills the lanterns with oil, makes her a blanket for the coming winter. 

on the end of the fifth week, she gives him the beans. tells him that they have been passed down in her family, that this was her portion. she says that she is too old now for such adventures. that she hears the beans will bring treasure. fortune. all the things of greed. she says: i will give them to you, for what you have done to me.

in the morning, he takes off. he feels the weight of them in his pocket. he thinks of the old woman and the stories and the sight of her tired hands. he stands in the market for a long time, unspeaking, simply staring at the cobblestones beneath him.

jack’s voice is the last call in the evening. a beautiful cow, young and thick and healthy. 

the boy has no money. he bounces the magic bean in his pocket, and thinks of treasures. 

“wait,” he says. 

jack turns. 

transaction complete: one cow for a handful of magic beans. the boy walks the cow home to the old woman, gets there in the morning. they are both very tired. he falls asleep beside the beast in the hay. dreams of the foods the old woman can cook now that she can get milk.

when he wakes up, he is changed. it is as if he simply turned into who he was made to be. not a new body. familiar. the body he could always see.

the old woman stands at the door of his barn. she says, “good morning,” and then she says a new word. a word he’s never heard. a name. his name. a boy name. 

he repeats it. it is a jewel in his mouth, so he says it again. another diamond.

“time to fetch water,” she says, winking. the whole way, he whispers his name. it never quite tastes the same, always beautiful, always a fine thing, always his. the something special he was lacking.

in the back of his pocket, there is one last magic bean. he will fetch the water and plant it. and he will carry that old woman to the castles she has never seen.

emilyparagraph:

Weak Trope: Having a character’s driving motivation be REVENGE up until the last second when they pull the “revenge won’t bring my wife/sister/town/three-eared dog back” and leave the bastard they’ve been hunting down alive.

Strong Trope: Hello! My Name! Is Inigo Montoya! You Killed My Father! Prepare! TO! DIE! *corners count rugen* Beg for your life *slashes cheek* Offer me anything I want in the world!  *slashes other cheek* I WANT MY FATHER BACK, YOU SON OF A BITCH. *stabs count rugen to death*

durenjtmusings:

why-is-it-always-autumn:

why-is-it-always-autumn:

why-is-it-always-autumn:

why-is-it-always-autumn:

You know what I don’t get?  When fanfic authors apologize for long chapters.  It’s like?  You gave me bonus content, for free, and you’re sorry about it?  Bruh.  I have already named my firstborn after you.  Dude.

You know what else I don’t get?  When they apologize for short updates.  It’s like: look at these new words I gave you!  Sorry I didn’t give you even more free words.  Bro, that’s at least two words that I did not have yesterday.  For free.  Dude.  Thank you.

And another thing: when people drop out of nowhere with a surprise update and then apologize for it taking a while.  Like, dude, I wasn’t expecting anything, and you gave me words.  I thought this fic was abandoned, but wait: there’s more.  You just popped in and reminded me that this is a Good Fic that I should probably reread.  You made my goshdarn day.

Basically fanfic writers are under no obligation to publish anything so when they do update it’s always a net positive because the story is longer now, and I have something to read, so thank you so much to everyone who writes fic at whatever pace or quantity they want.

Explain to me how I can BOTH agree wholeheartedly with this a a reader…

AND

…really really need to hear this as a writer.

hoe-imaginess:

i’m so into bnha rn holy cow

Midoriya

•He of course spends hours conflicted with himself trying to decide what romantic things to do for his s/o. Definitely has a list of date ideas that he adds onto throughout the day 

•All the thinking does pay off though. He has a plethora of date ideas from that point on. It’s so cute. He has an actual date itinerary too. AND the itinerary changes depending on the season. He seriously has winter summer spring and fall date ideas. We stan a thoughtful organized boyfriend

•One of his favorite date ideas, as cliche as it may be, is a picnic. Mama Midoriya makes all the food for them 

•But also!!! Inviting his s/o over for dinner is always great. The first time he does it, he’s soo nervous. He practiced the whole day, trying to figure out how to ask them to come over and finally meet his parents

•A “romantic” first date, or even pre-relationship date, is probably just a study session date. Midoriya loves teaching his s/o. He wants to feel useful, and like he’s easing some stress off of them in any way he can. His de-stressor is de-stressing his s/o tbh

•He has to find room in between his plethora of All Might posters, but he definitely has a portion of his bedroom wall dedicated to pictures he’s taken with his s/o

•If Midoriya gives in and decides to buy a gushy typical gift like chocolates or flowers, he spends a frustratingly long time deciding which ones to buy. Until he has a meltdown and just buys them all

•Idk if this is romantic but Midoriya thinks literally everything about his s/o is cute. They could sneeze and he wants to just explode 

•He also really loves it when they steal and wear his clothes. He knows it’s supposed to be one of those “annoying relationship quirks” because his closet is basically going dry, but he secretly hopes he sees his s/o wearing one of his sweaters. And when (if) he gets it back… he admittedly sleeps with it. He likes the smell of his s/o ok

Bakugou

•Romance is obviously not easy for him. Usually, he’s accidentally romantic lol

•He is so good at remembering things. Important, intimate things. It’s not even like he tries. He remembers his s/o’s birthday of course, but also their parent’s birthdays?? Or their siblings?? He’ll be making plans with his s/o like “Since it’s your mom’s birthday on Saturday you’ll be busy yeah?” And his s/o is always like… How do you remember these things. And he always gets offended because um?? Is he an idiot? Is he not supposed to remember simple dates??

•He remembers his s/o’s preferences too. Like, really weird ones. Where they like to put their arms when they’re sleeping, their favorite brand of trash bags, the specific size of pickles they like on their burger. Really weird

•Kaminari decided to third wheel Bakugo and his s/o one day at a fast food restaurant. When Kaminari graciously offered to go get their drinks and came back with Dr Pepper, Bakugo lost his shit because his s/o “LIKES COCA COLA NOT DR PEPPER U FUCKIN MORON. YOU’RE USELESS JUST LET ME DO IT”

•His kisses are usually very impulsive and harsh. He’ll literally be arguing with his s/o then go “UGH. Whatever. I gotta go,” then give them a surprisingly meaningful, hard kiss. Then storm off

•His date ideas are pretty much his own interests, never his s/o’s. His s/o is going to have to get used to that. He just doesn’t do sappy dates. He likes dangerous dates, of course. Stuff to get his adrenaline going. He can still be somewhat romantic?? Maybe?? Like, if they’re going mountain climbing and his s/o is nervous or just can’t do it, he’ll let them piggy back ride all the way up

•Whenever anyone finds out that he’s done something romantic for his s/o (Kirishima was snooping), 1-A makes a huge deal out of it. They gossip in class (not so efficiently since Bakugo is still in earshot) about how secretly gentlemanly he is, and how they didn’t know he had it in him. He gets pissed, and blushes

•His phone password may or may not be his s/o’s birthday. But don’t let him know that you know. He’ll swear it’s just a coincidence or something

queenofliz4rds:

Instead of 1-10 scales, please let me compare their flavor of protectiveness to something else.

Kirishima is protective of the kids like an alpha wolf would jump in and protect his pack/pups. Selfless and with the strategy to make the threat focus on him instead of the smols.

Bakugo protects the kids with the raging, blind anger of a momma bear. You make Aya cry? Prepare to be yeeted out of a window. Yuuto is scared of you? Better get ready to have your head smashed into the floor. 

Or at least that’s what would happen if Kirishima wasn’t there to be 95% of Bakugo’s impulse-control.

datanazush:

tredlocity:

Clark Kent is not a coward, he just hates Superman. The reason he runs off every time disaster occurs is cause he knows Superman will be there soon and he can’t stand the guy.

Clark Kent has to remove himself from the scene to keep from throwing hands at Superman.