Though I Prefer Barry And Ross’s Voices For The Skelebros. - This Moment Was Just Too Perfect Not To

I’m reading the essay on John Nettleship, the character whom Snape was based on, and some parts are really interesting.

It gives a new perspective upon Snape. Like the fact John was assaulted as a teacher. The owner of the essay states that the students kicking John in the balls repeatedly or supposedly throwing him out of a window were like the real-life Marauders. The fact John refused to can his students and was kind of a saviour from physical discipline is a nice parallel on how Snape tried to protect the students in 7th year. How John, after recieving much violence as a child and as a teacher, had the tendency to think verbal violence was kinder than physical violence (although John didn’t approve of Snape’s handling of a class). How ironically it was Mr Mooney who canned the students the most (if I remember well). Or finally how he was eccentric in class because slightly Aspie and suffering from chronic insomnia because he was going through a nasty divorce.

Did you know he made a poem called The Wizard, where the protagonist glorifies a mysterious “dark” wizard staring at you with a terrible smile? It was made before the first HP book came out, as if without knowing it yet, John had the idea of a Snape-like wizard inside. John and his inner wizard — very poetic.

You can read the poem on this essay. Here’s the link:

http://www.whitehound.co.uk/Fanfic/A_true_original.htm

Here’s a shorter version of the essay:

Samuel Beechworth, though.

Samuel with his muddy boots planted uneasily on the banks of the Wrenhaven, Samuel preferring the soft murmur of the water to the silence of the land, Samuel smelling of wind and sea and salt and smoke, who knows the tributaries of the river better than the veins on the backs of his hands.

Samuel teaching the young Lady Emily how to whittle, how to skip stones, how to read the next day’s weather by the wind and the clouds, the schooling of hagfish. Samuel taking Callista out on the water, smiling as she closes her eyes to turn her face into the saltmarsh breeze. Samuel sharing a pint with Cecelia, tinkering with an audiograph he half understands, settling down every night on a hard little mattress, where he thanks whatever gods care to listen that he’s still around to see the stars.

Samuel with his big callused hands and his rough sailor’s palms, holding them out open and easy until Corvo relaxes bit by agonizing bit. Samuel making idle chatter on their rides together, politely averting his eyes when Corvo tears off the mask with bloody fingers and wretchedly vomits over the side. Samuel waiting until Corvo stops shaking before he offers him a flask. Telling Corvo it’s okay, knowing he’s backed the right man when Corvo just shakes his head. Samuel being there, with his graveled voice and his steady presence.

A self-contained lighthouse in an otherwise dark city.

The man whose light will guide you home.

Can we appreciate how Bumi and Kya went to find comfort at their father's statue in the Southern Air Temple after having an argument with their brother.

We found Bumi first, talking to their father's statue and how he got so emotional, how much his father meant to him and how much he wanted to make him proud.

and somehow Kya was there, in the same place, either she was looking for her brother or wanted to take a look at their father's statue too. And after hearing Bumi's emotional speech, she reassured him that Aang was eventually proud of him, of them. Both being there in the Southern Air Temple, taking this trip with their brother, being around their father's statue and talking alot about him, proves how much they miss him, this loss wasn't easy for their mother but also for them.

Also, I have to point out how Aang is a role model to his sons, Aang had spent his whole life, keeping the world safe. Bumi and Tenzin have been following his steps in every way they can, they both became leaders, they both wanted to make their father proud by protecting the world, both Bumi and Tenzin want to be a man like their father, a man they are both proud of and admired. Plus, their father would want them to follow their own path.

meanwhile Kya has been following both of her parents' steps, she had been travelling around the world like them and being one of the greatest healers the world has been gifted just like her mother.

These episodes, Civil Wars from the Legend of Korra, we have explored Bumi, Kya and Tenzin's childhood and seen their anger towards each other, their sadness, the jealousy and expressing how their childhood wasn't easy since their loving father was busy protecting a world and rebuilding a nation, what they've been feeling, are signs of grief, they are still coping of their father's death. But at the end of the day, they are still a loving and happy family.

The three of them are proud, continuing their parent's legacy, and have immense love for them, even though their father is gone, it won't stop them of making him proud.

PLEASE watch this. i love chaotic sisters best dynamic in the world

Was Reed’s dad shitty?

Oh, he is INCREDIBLY shitty. But it’s important to understand the specific type of shitty Nathaniel is because a lot of who Reed chooses to be as a father and husband is in direct opposition to Nathaniel and his truly terrible parenting choices. If Nathaniel ever has to choose between the greater good and his own son/his son’s emotional well-being, he’ll always choose the greater good. So Reed is determined to be a great, present, caring dad and husband and to always put his family first because he knows how much it fucking hurts when your dad DOESN’T put you first. This is why it annoys me so much when people try to argue that Reed cares more about science and the greater good than his wife and kids….no. That is his father. Reed goes to great lengths NOT to treat his wife and kids that way because he knows firsthand how much it hurts. For Reed, family comes first, before anything. And he has ACTUALLY SAID that his dad is why in canon, in this letter he wrote to Sue the day he became a father:

I want to be a good father, Susan. The best! I want to have a close and loving relationship with my son. The kind I could never quite achieve with my own father! But I’m going to need help. You’ve always been the stronger and more focused one of us, and I’ll forever count on you to keep me on track.

Fantastic Four: The Legend (x)

It annoys me when people ignore this. But anyway, time for:

THE STORY OF NATHANIEL RICHARDS, AKA HOW TO CONSTANTLY ABANDON, DISAPPOINT, AND ALIENATE YOUR FAMILY

Reed’s mother died when he was about seven years old. Meaning that Nathaniel is Reed’s only surviving parent, for all the good it’s done him. Nathaniel stuck around for a couple of years after his wife’s death, but then he began his lifelong habit of abandoning his son when he joined the Brotherhood of the Shield and ran off to protect time and the universe with Howard Stark, another shitty dad (although Howard just straight-up faked his death and said he was never coming back while Nathaniel at least felt bad about abandoning his teenage son…but also he still abandoned him). Nathaniel gives Reed a bullshit speech before he goes about how he wants Reed to be a better man and father than he is, which basically boils down to “do as I say, not as I do, aka I know abandoning you to protect the world is wrong but I’m gonna do it anyway.” UGH. Little Reed clearly is not okay with his dad leaving, possibly forever. His dad goes anyway. From Fantastic Four v1 #572:

Hickman’s Nathaniel, for the record, is largely considered the best/nicest version, and look at him…HE IS STILL AN ASSHOLE.

Cut for length.

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@discordantwords tagged me to post a passage I’m especially proud of. Thank you!

I’ve only written once in Mycroft’s voice, but I loved doing it:

“We did not comprehend our agemates. We did not know why. They were loud and physical and contemptuous of theory; their minds were rooted in the immediate. There was a language of childhood between them which we could not speak. I am given to understand child prodigies are often isolated. Lonely, they say. I taught him how to analyze them, observe and catalogue behavior, comprehend their motivations. It was a game, at first, a way for us to try to understand. Then it became a question of survival–if he could predict them, he could escape them–my little brother; emotive, passionate and sensitive; pirate, dancer, lover of fairy tales; consumed with the unusual, the fantastical and eccentric, the romantic and the macabre, with Saint-Saens and Ravel and Stevenson and Baryshnikov and Nicola Tesla. Drawn to men, not women, in time. He does not simply stand, or pace; to this day, he moves when relaxed or absorbed as though still dancing, spins, shifts heels and hips, flutters his hands. His voice was expressive, sibilant and soft, though he has not spoken in his natural tone to me in years, but drops it to the depths he reserves for concealing his emotions and unnerving those he does not trust. Sherlock is explosive in his element. He is brilliant. He could be anything, except ordinary; that was and is impossible. He fit no one’s conception of the well-developed British child. No public school boy’s idea of a friend. They did try, but there was very little our parents could do, I think, to draw us out of the world we made for ourselves. After all, there were two of us.” – The Two of Us

Tagging @watsonshoneybee, @chriscalledmesweetie, @doomsteady,  @educatedinyellow, @blueink3, @artemisastarte, @ggaypilot, @suitesamba, @doctornerdington, @a-different-equation or anyone who wants to!

Undertale is cool again and I’ve found this audio in my fan folder, wanted to do a little something.

Audio from crashboombanger (deactivated)

is this what you want?? you sickos???

Play me a memory--A sigma fic

Summary: Sigma hopes to transcribe the universe’s melody, in hopes of awakening his true powers, but gets more than he bargains for when the government facility he has escaped from has found him once again.

Read it here, or find it on AO3

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Sigma sits in front of a piano. Not the Bechstein studio grand piano that used to sit in his apartment in The Hague but a cheap, upright Yamaha instead. He knows it is old just from the touch, the damp thud of the keys and the slow responsiveness of the pedals. Most aggravating of all is the tuning, the way the notes sound off to his ears. He does not have perfect pitch, and he never will, but if he concentrates hard enough, he can feel the shape of a note. Middle C is a yellow circle, and if he rises it up to a D, it transforms into an orange triangle. He hypothesizes that his abilities over gravity have given him a sensitivity to the electromagnetic waves that make up sound, but he cannot test this without rigorous testing. The beauty of these powers is that there are so many potential experiments and possibilities.

It’s been a long time since he’s played. Or at least, he thinks it’s been a long time. The last time he had touched a piano was one week before he went up to the international space station that caused his accident, but time is no longer linear and memories no longer make sense and he cannot say how many years have already passed since then. Has it been three years or longer? He cannot say.

He very much prefers listening to music rather than playing it, but he does not have that luxury. Talon is many things but it is not a musically inclined organization. His previous request for an parabolic microphone must have fallen upon flat ears for the next day he gets a regular microphone, the kind used for karaoke parties. It didn’t even have the batteries in it. So it is a miracle of sorts that his request for a piano got through. It was probably salvaged from a nearby dump, but it is still in working order, and he is grateful for whatever gifts Talon bestow upon him.

His body suddenly stiffens as he feels a shift in the air. He turns his head slowly, eyes wide as he finds himself staring back into his face. Only it’s not his face but another version of him, decked out in the orange jumpsuit that government facility crafted specifically for him. His copy smirks sinisterly.

 “Gravity is like sanity. All you need is a little push.”

“W-w-what?”

 “They called the geniuses of old insane back in their times.”

He is frozen in fear, staring into a face that is his but not his. The other approaches him and places his hands on his shoulders. He can feel the energy being sapped away from his body, his twisted mirror image growing larger, impossibly larger than him. As the energy leaves his body, he can feel his mind clearing. As his mind clears, he can see this twisted alter ego for what it truly is. It is sin, the devil in disguise. And behind that disguise is the black hole that destroyed his career and his mind. And it laughs. It laughs so viciously.

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Head canon!: Severus wasn’t actually super powerful magic wise. Like he has a normal magic level. He’s so good at dueling, not because he uses overwhelming force but rather because he knows various spells, when and where to cast them, is extremely creative with them and is very dextrous. All skills he learned at a young age fighting against 4 people at once. He learned to fight dirty and for his own survival and he learned fast! He’s such a unique opponent because at any point he could also pull out a potion bottle or make a wall fall down on you you never noticed. He never fights ‘honorably’ because that will get you a early an shallow grave, he fights tooth and nail using any and all tactics to win and THAT is what makes him a good fighter.