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justafairytailofinnocence · 9 months ago

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Jareth x dreamy reader🔮💭🌌

Part 2

Masquerade ball scene🎭👗💃🔮

(A/n: hello, thought I'd make another part 2. I wanted to make it a bit different from the movie version. Enjoy 😉. Please comment and reblog, helps me alot 💖.)

Requests: open for labyrinth

Part 1 here

You knew where you were going. You were certain. You were the optimist. A dream mixed with sweetness. The definition of a sweet dream.

The environment was clumped with overgrown vines, trees, shrubs, and more stoned walls. Twas another obstacle, something to deter you from the path you went before.

"She'll never make it. She's not even heading in the right direction." Two short, stubby hairy creatures with protruding snouts, identicle to the next observed you sludging through the jungle. One spoke in a high high-pitched accent and the other a deep husk. It was like, similar to that of two young children watching a grown-up waiting for the moment to tell them 'I told you so'.

"She'll end up lost." The high pitch one said.

"Stuck." The low pitch responded.

"Mhm, stuck, that's what I said, stuck."

"You said lost."

"Mhm, stuck, lost, forever and ever."

You ended up reaching a tree, grabbing its vines, clinging to it carefully, not falling into the vines, or the vegetation that over grew even more. You swore they moved. Moving and increasing like snakes to block your path.

The one on the left shook his head, making a tsk sound with his tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, never going to learn."

"No."

"Never going to make it."

"Never."

"Lost."

"Stuck."

"Forever."

"And ever."

Growing frustrated you tried to look for any sort of branch or loose vine that's strong enough to swing you across from the small island with the giant oaken tree to the platform covered in broken, grey, stoned paver's against the concrete slab.

You thought for a moment of jumping in; perhaps that's the only way. You would need all your strength to break through the dense vegetation, but, better than nothing.

"Oooooh, shes going to jump in."

You looked up to see a small creature sitting on a tree branch, wearing medieval scottish garb.

"Jump! Jump! Down ya go!"

"Down, down".

"Thar she goes."

"Into the unkown."

"Where will she stop."

"We won't know."

The two creatures then proceeded to laugh. Thinking there was no other way you paused to speak to them. "Excuse me, but would you please help me to get across."

"Oooh, help ya, quite bold of ya ta ask."

"Help you with such a task."

"To break the rules."

"To help with you to glory, or to your doom."

"Oh, help, help, power, power. The power we hold."

You were getting fed up. You didn't have time to waste for such nonsense. "Please, I don't have much time."

The two gazed at each other and then back at you. They then held up their hands, whispering to each other.

"Ok."

"Very well."

"We will agree to help."

"If you can solve a puzzle."

"Solve a mystery."

"Very well, what's the mystery, what's the riddle." You asked, smiling. You always had fun with these kinds of things. Surely, it's not too difficult of a task.

"Oh, brave, very brave. We will agree to help you."

"If you can figure out—"

"Which."

"Is which."

"Who is knick."

"And who is knack."

"Is he this."

"Or is he that."

They laugh once more.

You had to think for a moment. It seemed obvious for knick to have the higher voice and knack to have the lower. Though, knowing this place, tricks and turns come at every corner. You had to think hard, "well..." the creatures listened intently.

"You must be knick," you pointed to the one with the highest pitch. "And you must be knack." And the same for the lower pitch creature.

They glanced at each other, bewildered. "She—she's right."

"Correct."

"Now we have no choice."

"Help the girl."

"Save her from doom."

You smiled in brightness, you were getting the hang of this. Usually, you weren't the brightest of the bunch, often feeling half witted compared to other work colleagues or strangers that speak to you as if they had any idea of what you mean.

"Yes, now, will you please help me?" she said gently to the creatures with kindness.

"Very well." Knack hopped down from the tree as the other did the same. "Nnn, ok, let's see here, oh yes, just a twist and a snap, nnn," he muttered to himself. "Knick, where was tha spot again."

"Spot?"

"Aye, the spot, you know, tis a tap, one, two three."

Knick hopped down from the tree, looking like he hasn't slept in ages. He groaned getting up "errr let's see here, was it here, err no, no t'wasn't."

"Aha!, I found it." He stood at the edge of the small mount. "Give it ere, y'know, the ol' knock." Knick held out his hand for the long stick, that actually resembled a small staff.

"The ol'clock" he said.

"The ol'knock?" You questioned.

"Mhm, that's what I said the ol' knock."

"You said ol'clock" you mentioned.

"Mhm, that's what I said the ol' knock." Knack handed knick the staff.

Knick stuck the staff inside the hole. "mhm, there it is."

"Knew it was there."

"You were close."

"Very."

"Best stand back." You and knack took a step back expecting something rather big and tremendous.

He then started hitting the ground thrice, precisely three seconds in between. And—as you waited—

Nothing. Nothing happened.

"That was it" Knack said slightly disappointed. "Must be more to it then that."

"Give er a minute." Knick said, repeating the same movement once more.

All of a sudden, the ground began to quake. The vine's, roots, and vegetation slithered away. Creating a pathway for you to cross.

Knack posed with the stick expecting a 'thank you' of sorts.

"It's clear." You said thankful.

"Pathway m'lady." Knick proudly spoke.

"Always a boaster aren't you." Knack clicked his tongue tsk-ing at knick.

"Thank you both." You said walked along the gravel like path with mis matched grey stone pavers.

You felt confident, all you needed to do now was pass through the goblin city and get to the castle where you can find the king and return to your normal life, redeeming your wish, taking it back.

The two creatures waved at you as you looked smug, however, in that moment—something went wrong.

The floor beneath you began to crumble, creating a hole you fell through. "Woa!" You screamed.

The creatures staring unphased spoke. "Now, knick, did you remind her of the hole there."

"Don't beileve so."

"Well, she's well on her way to her doom now."

"Never to return."

"Never to come back."

"Trapped."

"Lost."

"Stuck."

"Forever."

"And ever."

"Mhm that's what I said lost, stuck, forever and ever."

They then started to laugh from the mounted island with the giant oaken tree.

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You slid down to what almost felt like a water slide, dirt and mud covered your clothes as you screamed. Turning, twisting and speeding down the slippery rabbit hole.

Eventually, you landed in a place that seemed rather empty, dark, and voided of any life. To your astonishment, a wooden stave dripped in tar lit on fire. So the king was playing fair—for now.

You grabbed the wooden stave, expecting it to disappear as you touched it—assuming it was another illusionary trick.

You wandered through the mysterious catacomb, believing it was an old city from another time. You took a moment to glance around at the structures; you were fascinated.

They seemed old, ancient, as if structured from inspiration from another city like Atlantis, Egypt, Greece, Rome pompeii, before the doom.

You trailed on for what seemed like hours, or rather perhaps twenty minutes. That was until you stumbled upon a structure, a structure that resembled an old standing mirror. The outer rim was decored in ornated wood and silver, and patterns of fairytails surrounded it. You couldn't help but run your hands down the side of it. Although, seemingly, some of these patterns resembled small items sparking old memories throughout your life. He wasn't kidding when he claimed he knew you better.

The glass of the mirrors reflection suddenly started to shift. Within the reflection, an illusion played out, like something that only happened in movies. You watched closely. It showed a room of white with sparkling glitter falling along with huge bubble like crystals floated around.

You were hypnotised. Entranced. Many of the women and men donned in different vibrant colours of frock coats, sack-back gowns, and masks resembling different animals.

Curious, your finger lifted to the mirror. Your finger push through the mirrors glass like liquid. Like moving water. You pulled your finger out, afraid and bewildered.

Looking closer, the men and women that danced in the costumes all waltzed; laughing, chattering and singing. Somehow, it drew you in, you always loved the ball scenes in movies.

This seems too familiar, somehow, like wasn't this from the movie. The part where she lost track of time, memory and herself.

Hesitantly, you looked behind the mirror. Nothing. And it seemed the only way through this was through the ornated wooden, silver mirror.

Shaking your head, you pushed through, taking a deep breath and holding it. It was quick. Like a flash. Your body felt a cold wetness for a second, and the next, you opened your eyes.

You wandered through, astounded beyond belief of the whole setting. You could hear singing and like in a trance, you began to loose your train of thought. As your eyes glanced down, you wore formal attire that seemed way too otherworldly or perhaps something you remembered wearing once before.

You traversed through the venetian masquerade ball. Many of the men and women, laughing your way as you passed. They seemed unphased by your presence. You turned and spun slowly trying take in your surroundings, trying not to lose touch with reality.

Oh, but how far you've already drifted from it.

You fidgeted with an item of yours that was close to you. Each moment, each time you moved closer, the more you started to forget, lose train of thought. Becoming one within the world of daydreams.

Oh y/n, you're already losing. You just don't know it yet.

Your vision became a sudden blur as suddenly you even forgot your name. You listened to the sound of the music, as many danced around you. Was, was this your purpose. Yes. This must be why you're here. To dance. To dream. To dance and dream. To be here. Forever.

Oh, you poor, callow minded creature, I've already won. You'll remain here forever. You've lost your innocence. You'll never see your dear ones again. You'll never go back. Forget about your home, the ones you hold so dear, dreams of realism, and live forever within a dream of our own.

You began to sway, having no little reason to believe this was your purpose. You moved fluently, dancing to yourself. Moving your arms and gracefully swaying your legs. Stepping in a glide to fit in with the crowd. Wasn't this what you wanted. To fit in when no one understands you. Now they can, here, where you can be safe and sound. Where no one can judge you and your free to be someone.

To be yourself. To live within your fantasises.

As you heard the sound of the gentle music sing. You spun and spun, feeling the reality drain away. Feeling happy. Free. Joy. Love.

Suddenly, you stopped in someone's tracks, and you delicately held your arms beside you. Dreamily looking up. He stood there. A man that felt familiar but you couldn't grasp the name of.

He wore a glittery, deep, blue frockcoat with an ornated cravert attached to a white poet linen blouse beneath. Without a word, you stood back, gripping the fabric of your attire. You didn't trust him. He seemed. Evil? No, not exactly the correct words but—

Evil, well that's a bit far-fetched, don't you think.

The mysterious man held an odd venetian mask to his face attached to an ornated handle. The horns from the mask somewhat made you curious. You shouldn't approach. However, he held out his hand covered in a white glove.

Your hand hovered over his. However, you continued to dance, dismissing him. You spun and turned. Locked in a daydream.

Much to his annoyance, he tried to garner your attention. As you danced, many of the ladies and gents laughed and tried to offer their hand. Purposefully trying to block your path to guide you back to the mysterious man.

However, you simply drifted past them. Elegantly frolicking past the crowd. You felt free.

Careful y/n, look, their eyes are gazing upon you. Their judging your actions.

You continued to joyously spin and turn, kicking your leg in the air as you moved freely, ignoring the voice.

The mysterious man glanced with impatience. Surely this was supposed to happen, yet—he wanted something more...

He attempted to grasp you, following your movements. Yet, to no avail could he hold your attention. It was agitating. You were an irritating creature.

Only until did he take a step, you stopped in front of him. Stuck in a daze. He glanced directly at you. Looking into your eyes. His mouth slightly parted, showing a mixture of tantalisation and pique.

You moved to glide around the dance room. He couldn't control you. He trapped you. Yet. He couldn't grasp you. You were a dream, he couldn't touch.

Eventually you stopped at the mirror, the same one you entered. You took a look at yourself dreamily. You could see an illusion, the illusion of yourself in the reflection of the glass but—wearing different clothes—Were those what you wore previously. Was that you? Didn't you have a purpose? You were here for something?

City? To get to the city? To meet the ki—

You gasped as someone gently touched your shoulder. Looking up, it was the same mysterious man whoms voice sounded familiar. "Oh dear, daydreaming again are you." He said in a mysterious, mystical tone.

"The—mirror—I saw?" You looked back.

"And that was." He grasped both your shoulders, prompting you to take a closer look. "I think you should look again, carefully this time. Look deeply within the mirrors reflection y/n."

You looked once more in the mirror's reflection, seeing nothing but the reflecting dream. "I-i beileve I saw—"

"A dream y/n, you saw. A. Dream." He spoke, concluded. "Dreams. Oh, what's that? " You laughed, smiling.

"Illusion." He smiled back in response. "Would you like me to show you." He guided your gaze back to the mirror. You saw yourself but, wearing different clothes. You watched as many people you thought you knew speak ill of you. Your loved ones resuming their normal lives without you and flashes of words you remembered that made your heart ache. You turned to him, tears streaking down your face. As though you were confused, not knowing why and yet feeling the pain washed over you.

"What. What is this." You say watching it. It felt so real.

"This is your reality y/n, this is what's real."

You wanted to take it all away. You wanted to imagine again. "If this is reality, I do not want it, take it away—please"

"Of course, you can, look." In the mirror you saw, yourself, in royal attire, that fitted only you. The style formed from a balance of your imagination and dreams. You saw yourself spinning forever smiling, not existing in that horrid illusion he showed.

"You can remain here with me. They won't mind. you're free here y/n. Free to do whatever you oh so desire." He offered his hand out to you.

Taking it out of curiosity. He smiled. He will keep you here, until time runs out. Forever making you his. A dream within his world.

He glided you across the room, as you danced in unison. Twirling, spinning, gliding, turning, dancing—to remain here. Forever.

Dancing with this mystical stranger felt right and—wrong. As he spun you, smiling. You were trying to remember something. A flicker of a memory, something within your mind. "City?"

To feel safe.

"Wasn't there a city, somewhere."

You need to feel free.

Y/n.

"There's a city I must go to."

Stay with me.

"I'm certain."

I'm your haven.

"To."

Your my dream.

"To go beyond, the walls of the—GOBLIN CITY! THE CASTLE!"

Your eyes flickered as if you awoke from the spell. You broke away, pushing him. You grabbed the fabric of your attire trying to run. In that moment, the guests were trying to surround you, to block you once more. You pushed and shoved them, rushing toward the mirror from which you came. The mysterious figure you recalled felt familiar, turned out, to be the king himself. Of course, he was tricking you. To make you lose yourself, to steal time away in order to make you forget, so you would lose.

That's why you remembered that scene in particular, oh how foolish you felt—but—you broke the spell.

The king, in frustration, grasped a crystal ball from thin air. Throwing it toward you. Showing all your greatest fears and wounds in a mass of shadow. As your eyes widened, you grabbed a chair, breaking the surface of the mirror's protective seal. You jumped through the liquid. Almost in an instant, you felt yourself falling, floating. To a near trash heap, only you describe it as a literal dump.

You held your hand to your head. As though you had a pounding headache. Once you realise your surroundings and gather your barings. You looked down, seeing the elegant attire you wore in the dream, a torn, trashed garbage piece. Suppose it was still clothing. Much to your annoyance. You sneer in disgust. He practically just dressed you in an illusionary trick.

You were sick of this, yet, you were thrilled. You loved the excitement of that dream, waking up. Now you were more determined more then ever to take back your wish and finish this off.

You trudged off through the trash pile, to the goblin castle beyond the goblin city.

Perhaps, you might even ask if he could return your clothes too.

#labyrinth #labyrinth x reader #jareth #jareth the goblin king #jareth x reader #labyrinth 1986 #david bowie #jareth labyrinth

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scientia-rex · 1 year ago

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I've been trying to figure out what the deal is with prediabetes so I can write a meaningful response to an ask I got about it, and I just keep going wait--okay--here's one paper--but here's another one--here's a Cochrane review--but here's a different meta-analysis--and here's newer data from an RCT...

It's nuts! It's bananas. And anybody who says we have good, crisp, clear guidelines around what prediabetes even IS, much less what to do about it, is FULL OF SHIT.

What I really need to know in order to feel more confident about my handle on whether to medicate pre-diabetes is the population incidence. Not prevalence. Because if I take the most optimistic studies about medication as an intervention, specifically, I could be looking at about a 30-40% reduction in risk of progression to diabetes. But! How many people is that, actually? Because medication is not without its harms! We need to compare number needed to treat with number needed to harm, we need to have high-quality evidence that says yes, if we give this medication to everyone who meets X level of criteria for pre-diabetes (it's different in different sources AND it's changed repeatedly over our lifetime!), we will see a level of benefit sufficient to justify making these other people who would not have progressed to diabetes without it endure the hassle and side effects of taking a medication for the rest of their lives.

AND HERE'S THE REAL FUN PART: we don't really know where tissue damage begins! We thought we did! 6.5-7ish A1c. But it turns out there is a marked risk of retinopathy beginning at 5.5! Which is considered normal. AND ALSO we should probably be thinking of it as at least three separate disease based on our current ability to measure--A1c is a broad marker that collapses multiple forms of dysregulated blood sugar, and when we use more fine-grained tests, we see meaningful distinctions that probably affect preferred treatments between people who have impaired fasting glucose, people who have abnormal values on an oral glucose tolerance test, and people who have both. We should treat these groups differently because they reflect different underlying pathways: elevated fasting glucose means your liver is breaking down too much glycogen while you sleep, which is one issue, while elevated post-prandial glucose means your skeletal muscles (OR SOMETHING ELSE they're not totally sure) are behaving abnormally in response to insulin. IT'S NOT THE SAME THING and people with both impaired fasting glucose and abnormal post-prandial glucose are at higher risk of progression to diabetes/tissue damage than people with just one of those. AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, what is diabetes? What's the best cutoff? What's the best measure? How many underlying pathophysiologies are getting collapsed into the same group????

THE MORE I LEARN ABOUT THIS THE MORE QUESTIONS I HAVE and experts are all being serenely confident while contradicting each other so I have to actually dig in the data a lot harder than I usually do. I've been meaning to do this for months, but one of the presenters this morning made a comment about the benefits of putting prediabetics on metformin that made me go "hm, do I need to start doing that?" and I've gone from my kneejerk answer being "no, we studied this and it doesn't help" to "I don't fucking know and neither does anyone else."

...as always, Cochrane is probably right.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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kmackatie · 4 months ago

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Tarquin / Ashur Fic Rec List - Part One

So you've played Dragon Age: The Veilguard (or had dash osmosis) and want to read about the fantasy pope moonlighting as a vigilante and a resistance fighter tired of his job falling in love? Being two idiots in love? Well! Do I have the post for you!

Look no further, here are a collection of fics to get you started.

Honestly, I recommend the entire tag which I read (at the time, it was 8 pages on AO3) in its entirety but I know not everyone is insane so I wanted to get back to a little fic rec list and put together a (non-exhaustive!) list of a few favourites.

I added part one to the title because I'm optimistic about writing another one later. Without any further ado, here we go.

Snatched from the jaws of an ending world by SkyScribbles/@sky-scribbles (1/1 chapters, 5,089 words, rated T, no warnings)

This was the first tashur fic I read and set off what was a simmering interest into full blorbo mode. A blighted Ashur throwing himself in danger and a Tarquin who can't bear it anymore.

You fill the emptiness behind the masks I wear by SkyScribbles/@sky-scribbles (1/1 chapters, 4,205 words, rated E, no warnings)

Yes, a second Sky fic, however, they are both excellent and are set in the same timeline (though both can be read independently!) Ashur is losing himself to the blight, and Tarquin is there to remind him of why he needs to keep living. Also some incredibly hot and tender smut.

The Templar, the Viper, and Other Masks by teddywesworl/ @teddywesworl (2/2 chapters, 13,996 words, rated E, no warnings)

A great fic of how Tarquin came to be a Shadow Dragon (and to find out Ashur's identity) which has been sitting with me since I read it. Great characterisation and writing, there is also a series with additional works!

The Sacred and the Profane by Sidney Sussex/@sidneysussex (chapters 1/1, 6,029 words, rated M, no warnings)

Crack taken seriously in the best of ways. This fic had me laughing at some moments (the end reveal is :chefskiss: wonderful) and just a fun comedy fic full of great characterisation.

Trials 1:11 by minrathian/@minrathian (works 4/4, combined 18,546 words, rated T-M, no warnings)

A series of fics both pre-and-post canon of Tarquin and Ashur meeting and falling in love. It's a lovely series of fics (seriously, everything minrathian writes is a delight!) and hits the spot of filling in how these idiots in love came to actually admit it.

5 Years / 5 Conversations by bendingwind/@bendingwind (works 5/5, combined 6,278 words, rated T-M)

Another series based around different conversations, how they met, and came to be. Bendingwind is another where you could just go through xer works and have a great time.

And right at the end, I'm linking to a collection of drabbles which spawned off the hivemind discord server (want to join? reach out!) and all of the are worth a read!

Tarquin/Viper Drabbles by various authors (myself included!)

Missed one of your favourites? Drop it below!

#tarquin #ashur #ashur | the viper #the viper #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #datv #da4 #tashur #ashrin #viperquin #tarquin x ashur #tarquin x the viper #ashur x tarquin #dragon age fanfic #fic rec #da: fan fic #if you want to be untagged please let me know!

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 4 months ago

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About Dad!Paul & Son!John? Gladly!

First and foremost, THE quote which I included in my recent Broad Street post (emphasis mine for this and every following quote):

“I always find myself wanting to excuse John's behaviour, just because I loved him. It's like a child, sure he's a naughty child, but don't you call my child naughty. Even if it's me he's shitting on, don't you call him naughty. That's how I felt about this and still do.” Paul McCartney in Many Years From Now (1997)

But I've seen the above quote around a lot, so I wanna share stuff I've not seen people talk about as much…

Let's warm up with the opening and closing paragraph of the The Lyrics entry for "Put It There" (1989), Paul's beloved fatherhood song (OR IS IT ?)

“PUT IT THERE’ IS AN EXPRESSION MY DAD JIM OFTEN USED. HE was loaded with colourful expressions, as so many Liverpool people still are today. He loved to play with words, juggle them in his head, and he had loads of little sayings that were sometimes nonsensical, sometimes functional, but always rather lyrical. When he was shaking your hand he would say, ‘Put it there if it weighs a ton.’”

And now, I give you the closing passage:

“I wonder whether I wanted to direct this song towards John – whether it’s not, in its own way, a peace offering to a man who died way too early. ‘If there’s a fight, I’d like to fix it / I hate to see things go so wrong’. But then I’m an eternal optimist: ‘The darkest night and all its mixed emotions / Is getting lighter, sing along’. The ending of ‘Put It There’ is particularly upbeat: ‘As long as you and I are here, put it there’. A little wordplay at the end.”

Discovering that Paul thinks a song which includes the line "That's what a father said to his young son"; a song he wrote around a phrase his dad used to say; a song he wrote when he had a young son, could be directed at John shifted something inside me fundamentally.

(I do actually think this might be indicative of the way muses are fuzzy and ambiguous to Paul in general, but also I'm having way too much fun here)

But wait! There's more!

We all know that classic ostensibly McLennon quote "John had beautiful hands" right? WELL, there's the whole context surrounding it that rarely gets talked about:

“A young boy's bedroom is such a comfortable place, like my son's bedroom is now; he's got all his stuff that he needs: a candle, guitar, a book. John's room was very like that. James reminds me very much of John in many ways: he's got beautiful hands. John had beautiful hands.” – Paul in Many Years From Now (1997)

Yes, he says John's hands are beautiful, but he's COMPARING HIM TO HIS SON?????????

And this isn't even the only quote that's often read as pseudo-romantic though it can be just as if not more easily read through the lens of Paul feeling paternalistic towards John:

"John was a baby, a lovely little baby John was." (1993)

"Delicious, delicious broth of a boy" (1995)

Lastly, for the less crazy crazy stuff, I just wanted to point to the general "carer" role Paul seemed to play sometimes. Like for instance this quote:

“After Epstein died there was nobody to comfort them or tell them how to handle things so Paul thought he was personally responsible. I constantly saw Lennon & McCartney together because Paul came along to see that I wasn’t rude to John — who I can’t say I got on with. Paul didn’t want me to upset John and thought he could handle me better than Lennon which of course he could.” — Sir Joseph Lockwood, former chairman of EMI, quoted in Northern Songs: The True Story of the Beatles’ Song Publishing Empire (quote originally posted by the lovely @thestarsarecool <3)

Also just the general way Paul could get fussy with John like a worried parent might. Norman actually points it out in his John bio, alongside a marriage comparison:

“In continuing rebellion against their new bespoke image, John habitually left his top shirt button undone and his tie crooked; often before they went onstage, in an almost wifely—or motherly—gesture, Paul would stand him still and do up the button for him.” – John Lennon: A Life (2008)

HAVE I SAID ENOUGH, ANON?

#ask #anon #jp #paul #my analysis #ref #john my son #<- its getting a tag lmao

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hobiebrownismygod · 2 years ago

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Why Spiderman-India/Pavitr Prabhakar is one of the best examples of Indian representation I've seen in a long time

Mumbattan

Lets talk about Earth-50101, Mumbattan, Pavitr's home dimension. Mumbattan is displayed as a beautiful, colorful dimension with lots of traffic, lots of people, and lots of culture. When we see Gwen, Miles and Pav swinging through Mumbattan, we see people wearing saris, people driving scootys, Indian-style billboards and even temples in the surroundings. This is an extremely accurate depiction of large Indian cities.

Mumbattan on the left, Mumbai on the right

See how similar these look?

Now compare this to how Hollywood's Slumdog Millionaire movie depicts India.

Every single movie depicting India made by Hollywood portrays India as a country full of slums and dirty people. I have never seen Hollywood portray India as the beautiful, culture-filled country it is, and I have never seen one of the many beautiful temples, or the advanced cities represented in western media until now. Slumdog Millionaire is a fantastic movie, but India isn't only made up of slums.

Hollywood tends to romanticize struggle and when depicting India, makes it seem like a very depressing country. Yes, there are slums in India. Yes, there are people struggling in India. But that doesn't mean that India isn't beautiful. It doesn't mean India is behind. Mumbattan is the first depiction of India I've seen that I feel portrays the beauty and culture of India well. It is a fantastic representation.

2. Pavitr's personality

One of the most recent and most popular Indian representation series right now is the show, Never Have I Ever. In my opinion, this show is terrible. The main character, Devi Vishwakumar, is the stereotype of all stereotypes and doesn't accurately portray most Desi girls. She is rude, selfish, and extremely narcissistic. Her entire personality is being Indian and I find that extremely hard to watch. They make fun of her by addressing stereotypes like an excess of body hair, fashion, and even accents but instead of shutting down these stereotypes, they amplified them by making fun of them.

In western media, Indians are either portrayed as IT workers, scammers, grocery store owners, or nerdy, try-hard teenagers. Every show with an Indian teenager in it portrays them as cheap, unhygienic or unattractive which I, as an Indian, find extremely offensive.

Pavitr is portrayed as an optimistic Indian teenager who's smart and strong, without bragging about it, proud of being Indian without making it his whole personality and genuinely funny. He isn't portrayed as some skinny, nerdy guy with glasses. In fact, he's literally shown flexing his muscles, and performing well in class without going overboard about it. He's so full of culture, I can't even begin to explain it because I'll never stop. His suit, his mask, his webs, the way he moves, the way he fights, its all beautiful and I could watch for days on end without getting bored.

We were finally served an attractive, funny Indian character who isn't a walking stereotype, who loves and embraces his culture and just seems like an awesome guy to be around. Seeing him on screen made me feel so proud, of my religion and my culture. I hope Hollywood takes notes on this and continues providing the media with proper Indian representation and strong Indian role models for characters!

This article explains everything I said a little better, because I know my writing style can be confusing sometimes. It really goes into depth on how impactful it is on Indians to see this kind of representation for the first time in western media and how important this is.

He's so pretty <3 I'm so proud that I look like him

Might go even more in-depth eventually, I just really wanted to get this off my chest because I love him so much 😭

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captaincrumbz · 2 months ago

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MYSTICALBOOTY FANFIC!!

Im SO MAD because I tried to post this by putting the AO3 link to it and IT WONT WORK, it kept telling me to get the app so I just copied and pasted It. This is shorter than I had hoped for but i had fun writing it!!! I havent written anything in a while either! On AO3 its called Chatting!!!

After Emmet had acquired his markers, glitter glue and construction paper, Emmet had gone into the Captain's Cabin to make instructions! Lucy, Batman, Benny and Unikitty were in there too, watching him do his thing! Although Unikitty unfortunately had gotten sea sick easily...

As for Vitruvius, he made his way to where Metalbeard was. He had been on this large ship enough times to remember its whole layout.

He went all the way up the stairs that led onto the Quarter Deck. He held onto the railing with one hand and his staff in the other.

Metalbeard was steering the Sea Cow hadnt really noticed Vitruvius until he heard a loud thud. Vitruvius had stumbled. Metalbeard couldnt help but chuckle a bit at the sight.

"Yarrgh!! Ye be okay there matey? Better be careful, ya dont wanna break yer back!"

"Im good, Metalbeard."

Vitruvius said as stood back up and walked over to where Metalbeard stood.

"Ah well, what brings ye up here anyway?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Emmet-"

Metalbeard put his cannon-hand thing on his hip and raised an eyebrow."

"After his speech I do have some faith in the boy, although I cant help but be a wee bit wary of how everything will go tomorrow..."

"I dont think there is any need to be, I have around him long enough to know he has a lot of potential."

"I suppose... Ye've always been an optimistic one have ye!" His attention more brought onto Vitruvius now rather than the steering of the Sea Cow.

"Why yes I have. Oh! That reminds me Metalbeard, of you when we were young...before you had your beard? You went by Craggy, correct? You were quite optimistic yourself."

The pirate had felt a small pang of...sorrow? or nostalgia upon hearing that name.

"Aye I had! No one has called me that for a while. The last people t' call me that were apart of me crew!"

"Oh I see."

"Back then I had strapping and virile body..." He went on, at this point he was repeating himself. Although hearing Metalbeard's tell of woe a million times before he had felt much empathy for him.

"I've always thought you were quite endearing then, even now. I may not be able to see how it looks now but even if I could im positive I would think the same way."

"Really now? Ye arent pullin' my leg are ye?"

"Oh no of course not."

"Arr, well I think ye be rather thee charmer yerself!"

Old men flirting. Vitruvius had chuckled, although his beard covered his mouth, you could tell he was smiling by looking at the way his eyes lit up. They had spoke to eachother until Emmet had called them over to the Captain's Cabin to finally discuss his plans. The two had felt very fond of eachother, much warmth and comfort, although they hadn't really brought this up to the others.

#THAMKS IF YOU READ THIS!!!!!!#What if Vitruvius was the ONLY person to still call Metalbeard “Craggy” What then!!!!!#t was very fun to make #also when I write stuff all my art is POST PONED until its done #I may come back to this and edit it #the lego movie #tlm #metalbeard #vitruvius #mysticalbooty

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herora-nuva · 2 years ago

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The Owl House is actually Bionicle (and its AWESOME)

Mystical island formed from the body of a long dormant god? Check

Lonely but optimistic and adventurous, light-themed, ADHD coded, protagonist who is cast out from their home, doesn't fit in the islands elemental category system, and goes on journey of self discovery befriending more oddballs and learning to believe in themselves? Check

Shapeshifting eldritch abomination villain with a god-complex that posed as the society's beloved authoritarian ruler and later possesses the body of the dormant island god for ultimate power? Check

Hot wise old mentor lady with a staff whose backstory involves being forcibly transformed into a violent half-beast form? Check

Are they the same? No. But are there a TON of fun parallels between these two stories I love? YES!

#bionicle #the owl house #toh #takua #luz #makuta #teridax #emperor belos #nokama #eda clawthorne #mata nui #the titan #boiling isles

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jessource · 1 year ago

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prompts:　random quotes + excerpts.

“ you are so vulnerably haunting; your eeriness is terrifying irresistible. ” “ we’re not that different, you and i. ” “ you are a child of the cosmos, a ruler of the skies. ” “ you’re just becoming more of what you’ve always been. ” “ i’m not changing, none of us are changing. everything is fine. lets have a picnic. ” “ my father had the kind of anger all fathers do – loud and terrible. it lingers for your whole life. ” “ girlhood rots between my teeth, a sickness so sweet it aches. ” “ i wished so badly to have my own life, but you wouldn’t let me. ” “ parts of me died in the house i grew up in and i visit them in dreams. ” “ today i heard your name and my hands started shaking. please make it stop, make it stop. ” “ i wasn’t even allowed to cry over any of it, anyway! i wish the only thing that i spilled in my life was milk. ” “ this is not fun! it’s just scary! ” “ but if i hadn't fallen, i wouldn't have met you. ” “ have you let go of the ails that anchor you yet? ” “ have you let this marvelous spinning earth pull you into its arms and sweep you off your feet yet? ” “ i dream, i dream, i keep dreaming. one word in my mouth crystallises like sugar: hope. ” “ the nights get heavy like they always do. ” “ heavy wind, cold rain, and yes the stars. ” “ drifting apart always seems to hurt more as it happens. ” “ i am trying to say: look at me. ‘i am weightless. you make my heart grow light.’ ” “ right now, everything without you is almost sticky-sweet. it tastes like nectar. ” “ can you accept help or are you the eldest daughter? ” “ i swallow a bee for each ill deed done. i am a hive walking. i strain to hear you over the regret. ” “ i knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, i couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometime verging on prayer. ” “ grief is not a feeling, but a neighbourhood. this is where i come from. everyone i love still lives there. ” “ there is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. ” “ i was once very close to getting out of here. ” “ there is no moving on. only running away. ” “ i don’t love anyone. well, maybe my sister. ” “ i am infatuated with the private life, and with anonymity; perhaps even invisibility. ” “ sometimes you just need someone to tell you you're not as terrible as you think you are. ” “ i opened my mouth, almost said something. almost. the rest of my life might have turned out differently if i had. but i didn't. ” “ she is still inside of me. i carry her with me wherever i go. ” “ being a confessional human being for me is like a defense mechanism. if i can tell you the flaw before you see the flaw, then maybe it's okay. ” “ being a person didn't come naturally to me the way it seemed to for others. people who were sure of themselves awed me. i studied them and tried to mimic their ease. ” “look back at the mess you've made. try your best to pick up the pieces. ” “ not only had my brother disappeared, but– and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. ” “ i kinda wish i was buried six feet under ground. but oh god i also wish i was buried in your arms. ” “ we tell our stories differently, don’t we, you and i? ” “ you poor thing. sweet, mourning lamb. there’s nothing you can do. ” “ a golden cage is still just a cage. ” “ although i may not be yours. i can never be another’s. ” “ my mother didn't foresee what was going to become of us as a result of witnessing her despair. ”

#rp prompt #rp meme #rp sentences #rp starters #rp sentence starter #prompts #memes #rp starter #pinterest #quotes #rp quotes #mymemes.#*

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bobbydagen24 · 3 months ago

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I feel Creeks first scene in the movie sorta gets misrepresented a little.

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I feel like a lot of people seem to just look at this scene on the surfice level and see it as a group of friends and the popular Jerk making fun of the anti social guy

whose just trying to warn them about danger and tbh I feel like the movie iteself does kinda want us to look at the scene that way since the scene is clearly trying its hardest to set Creek up as an unlikable jerk.

but if you actually look at the context then I don't think Branch is really the victim here at all despite what a lot of people often say about this scene.

like for starters Branch approaches them making mocking and condecending insults its not like he's just trying to warn them about danger he's just rather blatantly being rude unprovoked

and sure the snack pack also act rude and insulting in turn but its not exactly unreasonable for starters them not taking him serously is for understandable reason

given the amount of false alarms there have been over the years and Cooper suggesting Poppy not invite him again is kinda understandable given how Branch behaves towards them.

and then there's Creek who gets critisied a lot for how he acts here even tho he arrives just after Branch has cruelly destroyed Poppy's invite and insulted all of his friends

so Creek isn't exactly the popular guy wrongfully picking on Branch he's just hitting back against a guy whose Rather blatantly being a jerk to his friends.

sure it isn't great behavour by any means but it isn't exactly black and white wrong either given how Branch was behaving towards them

and to mention what he says to Poppy afterwards in Regards to encouraging her to not waste time on Branch I'm sorry but he isn't exactly wrong there either

speaking as someone who has been the Branch in this situation plenty of times in the past ( depressed and apathetic towards life and lashed out at people close to me )

people around you can't just be expected to be your perfect punchbags forever as yes we should try to help those that need it

but there does come a point where if someone doesn't want to even try to get better like Branch at that point in time you do have to step away for your own sake so you don't ruin your own mental health as well.

like I'm sorry but that's not toxic positivity like the movie implies that's just Recognising that helping someone else shouldn't have to be at the cost of your own mental well being

as you don't deserve to be treated in such a way over and over by someone who at present was refusing to acknowledge that the way he acted was even wrong.

so no Creek wasn't being a bad guy by encouraging Poppy to leave Branch he was actually just being a realistic person in the situation given its implied this is far from the first time Branch has behaved this way towards them.

people seem to forget that Branch is actually a complex character meaning he wasn't 100 percent correct about everything he did or said in the first movie.

and neither was Poppy her and Branch represent opposite ends of the extreme ( optimism and pessimism ) but the whole point of the movie is neither is 100 percent Right or Wrong

but Creek and the rest of the snack pack also not conforming to Poppy's hyper optimistic empathetic at her own expense ways dosn't mean they are wrong either

it just makes them slightly more realistic people than either Poppy or Branch were at this point.

anyway long story short Creek isn't a Bully who was picking on the anti social guy like some people seem to think that's basically just ignoring the whole context of the scene tbh and context is important.

#trolls #trolls creek #trolls creek defence #dreamworks trolls #trolls branch #trolls dreamworks #branch trolls #branch #creek trolls #trolls fandom #Youtube

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