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tigriswolf replied to your post “I always laugh at media that contains a specific type of reveal scene...”
or cats chase things around
lol the cat just sitting their meowing at its dumb human.
[translation]: you’re so dumb now stop screaming and feed me
from the 40 questions: 24
Thank you for the ask :)
24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?
Nope, but I have deleted so many things where I’d started writing and gave it up for a lost cause after like one paragraph.
Have there been any space orc posts about how humans use sarcasm and the "enemy of my enemy is a friend" principle?
I’ve seen a few posts about sarcasm here and there, but nothing about “The enemy of my enemy is a friend” specifically. I did a quick search to see if I’d reblogged anything like that, but I couldn’t find anything. I’ll be sure to try and remember to tag you if I find anything that fits that description though!
Fic Rec Friday 2.12
Guys all these Stucky fics are killing me HELP
Captain America:
The Miskatonic Project by copperbadge | ?? | PG13
Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum – or maybe he re-created something very old. Something…Elder.
sorry about the blood in your mouth by callingallangels | 13K | NR | Clint/Nat, Bucky/Steve
Adventures in babysitting. Or, Natasha says it isn't babysitting, but Clint's not convinced that they haven't somehow adopted an amnesiac super assassin, but he's going with it.
The one where Clint Barton believes in waffles and Bucky Barnes.
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair by tigriswolf | 24K | G | Bucky/Steve
The man who was once a weapon (and is trying to become a man again) finds a child wheezing one night. It awakens something inside him.
[or, the ex-Winter Soldier imprints on a child and lets her become his conscience]
[mostly fluff]
[mostly]
Sparked Up Like a Book of Matches by Sena | 26.7K | M | Bucky/Steve
Steve lives in Stark Tower and doesn't have much to do when he's not going after Hydra strongholds. He attends charity events to make Pepper happy. He goes hiking with Sam. He hangs out with Clint in Bed-Stuy and watches Dog Cops. Sometimes Tony gives him super alcohol in a sippy cup. Sometimes he sees Bucky out of the corner of his eye and wonders if it's real or if he's starting to lose his mind.
Alternately, the one with terrible jokes, a foot chase through the Lower East Side, and a tiny little robot named Shitcan.
Out of the Dead Land by emilyenrose | 62.7K | E | Bucky/Steve
Someone is building machines that look and act like people.
Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.
One Cloud Feels Lonely by thecommodore_squid | 72.4K | M | Bucky/Steve
“I’m going to take a break for a while,” Steve said quietly, not looking at T’Challa, not knowing that this was what he was gonna do until the words were out of his mouth. “I can’t be on a team right now.”
T’Challa nodded as if he understood. “Alright.”
AKA In which Steve and Bucky both figure out how to be a person again, and it still takes them over 130 years.
- The tags for this mention ‘suicidal thoughts’, but I thought I’d add on here that suicidal ideation is *very* prevalent in this, so if you feel you have to skip it that’s ok!
Teen Wolf:
Sleep, Don't Visit by betp | 5K | NR (M) | Derek/Stiles
"Worth dying for, huh?"
Stiles leans against the doorframe, watches Derek sleep in a square of moonlight with an intense satisfaction welling in him. "Absolutely."
Untitled by grimm | 15.8K | E | Derek/Stiles
About a week and a half after returning to Beacon Hills, Stiles heads over to the station with a couple bags of food from the diner - in general, he tries to keep his dad eating as healthy as possible, but he’s all right with a treat once in awhile. He’s too busy trying to juggle the bags and their drinks to pay much attention to what’s going on in the station, so once he’s backed in through the doors, he just heads for his dad’s office, only to hear a sharp voice say, “Hey - hey!”
Stiles comes to a halt with a sigh, and turns to look at the deputy manning the front desk. He must be new, because Stiles has never seen him before, and he definitely would remember if he had, because the deputy is gorgeous, just straight-up angry underwear model gorgeous. Even the way he’s currently glaring at Stiles makes him a little weak in the knees.
Are you still doing the Animorphs reviews? If so, Megamorphs 3: Elfangor's Secret.
Short opinion: One of my friends was gently poking fun at me for reading trashy sci fi paperbacks meant for small children*, so I read the scene from the beach on D-Day aloud to the whole room. No one has poked fun at my reading material since then, and two people have since asked to borrow my copies of the series.
Long opinion:
Elfangor’s Secret might have the most social commentary of any book in the entire series—even #9 and #40 pale in comparison—but it delivers that commentary in a way that is subtle, nuanced, and doesn’t resort to black-and-white thinking. The way it accomplishes that goal is through using the opening scene to suggest that even Our Intrepid Heroes have the potential to develop some incredibly toxic ideas if raised in a society that sufficiently encourages them.
Tobias opens the book by wistfully watching some humans slaves (apparently) enjoying themselves, because in this universe he’s an ignorant little jerk who has been taught not to consider the extreme drawbacks of being enslaved and can only see that the slaves get to be on the beach while he does not. Marco is living with two healthy, engaged parents and his very own Pong system… at the expense of referring to people of Latino descent as “jungle rats” (MM3). Cassie is at least kind to her slaves, which doesn’t exactly nullify the fact that SHE OWNS SEVERAL SLAVES. Ax and Rachel end up outside of the Racist Hatefest for different reasons (Rachel, at least, tried to fight back—go Rachel). Jake engages in so much xenophobic, narcissistic, paranoid posturing that he might as well be POTUS wearing his insecurities printed on a t-shirt. Although the book’s narration doesn’t excuse his behavior, it does explain why he’s so desperate to fit in with the status quo: in Nazi America, he has grown up his entire life being told that he is inferior because of his “Jewish blood” (MM4).
This book wastes no time at all in thoroughly condemning everything from Jake’s contempt for other races to Cassie’s and Tobias’s willingness to minimize the horror of slavery. It shows that in a world where the U.S. doesn’t take advantage of the innovative ability of all its residents—regardless of race or religion or nationality—its technology and economy not only don’t advance but actually backslide by several decades. Not only does the book condemn the atrocity of imperially-driven foreign war, but it actually lampoons the concept by showing the idiocy of Jake and Marco being so concerned with whether “decent” people own all the land in Brazil when they have much bigger concerns like, say, the impending annihilation of their entire species by the yeerks. But the opening sequence also shows how easy it is to slide into that kind of counterfactual thinking.
The Animorphs aren’t inherently bad people (well, maybe—but that’s a debate for another time) but they develop a lot of truly atrocious ideas when they’ve grown up their whole lives drinking the poison of their uber-nationalist white-supremacist government. It’s the same poison that the Princeton student who can’t see beyond Cassie’s skin color long enough to treat her as a human being has been drinking all his life. The same poison that makes several hundred English archers believe their only path to glory or meaning in life is through slaughtering hundreds of French knights as a part of some conflict they don’t even understand. The same poison that drives the Nazi soldiers to try and conquer the world so they can wipe out anyone who doesn’t look like them. The same poison that makes the sailors at Trafalgar look at Rachel as an object not a person. The same poison that causes Visser Four to view the humans as livestock to be corralled or slaughtered.
However, as disturbing as this book is in its portrayals of nationalism and racism, it also shows that anyone who is willing to overlook surface differences not only can but must fight back. As horrifying as Nazi America is in the first scene, it is still a world in which Rachel is definitely a “subversive” and Cassie is probably on her way to becoming one as well. When Tobias first pops up in Princeton in the 1930s, he gets a skin-crawly sense of wrongness at the realization that 100% of the students are white males even though he himself has the necessary privilege to “belong” there. Marco describes his own decision to kill Visser Four as a “stain on the conscience,” correctly realizing that just because the yeerk isn’t human doesn’t mean that he isn’t killing a sentient being, much less an unarmed prisoner of war—and even then he only kills Visser Four quickly to spare the yeerk a slow death. Ax spends a lot of this book desperately trying to find some greater meaning in the battles he witnesses, but after Rachel describes the Holocaust to him he comes to the realization that sometimes the only way to stop an unthinkable wrong from happening is through committing a wrong as well.
The ordinary humans themselves also come out of the woodwork to protest the divisions between them. The one Princeton student, Friedman, immediately speaks up on Cassie’s behalf when Davis addresses her with a racial slur. Ax is moved by the devastating kindness of “Doc,” an Allied soldier who dies trying to comfort a fatally injured comrade. Adolph Hitler himself, raised in a world different from the one that let him become a demagogue, is a humble truck driver who hesitates to shoot an alien he doesn’t know anything about. All of these people—and the Animorphs themselves—face a choice. They can do what is easy, through accepting the message that they are somehow superior simply because of their birth status or national identity. Or they can do what is right, through fighting back against those divisions long enough to reach out to their fellow humans and make radical steps toward peace.
*Just to be clear: I am not in any way implying that the Animorphs books aren’t trashy sci fi paperbacks meant for small children. They were literally commissioned as a marketing tactic to sell AniTV and transformer toys to kids, they use alien species and fictional technologies to ask important questions about the boundary conditions of humanity, they were all (except Visser) published straight to paperback, and they are deliberately written in a way that children as young as six or seven can enjoy but also learn from them. I’m saying that the fact that they are trashy sci fi paperbacks meant for small children does not in any way preclude them from having extreme violence, literary merit, or moral imperatives.
"Are you even human?" Methos & Duncan
(Ok, this is a hard one. Hm...)
Duncanhad been brooding for days now. That, in and of itself wasn't such anunusual occurrence, Methos thought, brooding was what the Highlanderdid 50% of the time, maybe 55%.
Butthis time it seemed more like actual-existential-crisis-broodinginstead of his usual woe-is-me-brooding. And just the fact thatMethos had categories for MacLeod's brooding showed him he'd spentway too much time with the boy lately. He really should take sometime off from Mac-sitting, go to Hawaii or maybe Florida.
Duncansighed while leaning against the window frame. Methos rolled hiseyes. He was past his moody-poets-are-hot-phase, had been sinceByron, and all the sighing was really distracting him from the bookhe was trying to read.
“Canyou stop that? Some people need to get some work done here.”
Duncanturned his head to frown at him.
“Stopwhat?”
Methosmade a lazy hand motion in Duncan's general direction.
“Allof that but mostly the sighing. I need to get trough this book by theweekend so I can actually grade the papers I made the students writeon it. And you being all brooding and mopy isn't helping.”
MacLeodlooked offended but came over to sit down in the arm chair opposite.
“I'mnot mopy, and I'm not brooding.”
Methosscoffed and shot him a disbelieving look.
“Ohplease, if you wore a poet shirt you'd be on the cover of some bodiceripper romance, that's how much you're currently brooding. So, whatis it this time? Broken heart, passing time, anniversary of someunpleasant thing or other, indigestion?”
Thatearned him a glare that would have less experienced men quaking intheir expensive walking boots. His feet were much to comfy on thecoffee table to do much quaking for anything less than say, Kronoscome back from the grave for revenge.
“Iseverything just a joke to you, Methos? What, because you're 5000years old everything is unimportant? Does nothing mean anything toyou? Are you even human?”
Duncanstopped for another long sigh there then continued much more quietly:“Are any of us? How can we live for so long and still be consideredhuman?”
Methosdid the only thing such a question merited: He threw a cushion at theannoying Scot. Duncan caught it, to Methos' disappointment, but atleast that got the suffering look off his face.
“Noexistential questions before lunch, house rule.”
Duncanthrew the cushion back.
“Thisis my house, if anyone gets to make house rules its me.”Methoscaught the cushion and put his book aside.
“I'mthe guest, guests should be treated with respect.”
Justas Duncan opened his mouth to reply Methos threw the cushion backagain, hard, and it hit the Highlander straight in the face with asatisfying muffled thump.
“Ohyou...just you wait, I'll give ye cushions...”
Duckingunder the soft projectiles MacLeod was rapidly firing his way Methosmade his way to the door, only stopping to grab his coat.
“Ithink I'll go have lunch at Joe's, give you some more brooding time.”
Anothercushion hit the door as he pulled it shut. He thought he had betterexpect an ambush when he returned to Château Brooding Scot.
tigriswolf replied to your post “changing my icon! idk if i’ll keep it, but I’m thinking about a change”
hey, i've been meaning to ask - how far are you in White Collar?
i’m about halfway through the first season; i really think the dichotomy between how competent Neal seems in work, and his unwavering trust in kate is very interesting. I don’t know if that will pay off yet, but even if it does, it still seems a little uncharacteristic
Title: Mistakes in Our Youth by tigriswolf Reader: Ravin Fandom: original poetry Pairing: past relationship Length: 00:01:29 Author’s Summary: I loved you once/We all make mistakes in our youth. Content Notes: None
Link to Podfic: Mistakes in Our Youth (links to A03)
