#longer version

[miss-ute]

#longer version #polin #THIS IS EVERYTHING #bridgerton #luke newton #nicola coughlan

[marzimars]

💜 💜 💜

#jojo's bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #yukako yamagishi #digital art #jjba #clip studio paint #longer version #hopefully it looks ok on dash cuz 💀 #formatting is hard

[pensat-i-fet]

#longer version #ruben dias #Youtube

[ezralva]

Drama adaptation of a popular manga series that has been sold over 10 million copies, "Barakamon"

Starts airing July 12th every Wednesday at 10 pm JST on Fuji TV!

a heartwarming slice of life comedy set in the exquisite Gotō Islands, Nagasaki Prefecture

Starring Sugino Yousuke, Miyazaki Ririsa, Tsuna Keito, Endou Kenichi and so on

Theme song: "Moon" by Perfume

#barakamon #live action #jdrama #adapted from anime #adapted from manga #it says 1st ep is 15 min extra #i hope a subbing group will take it as summer project 😆 #ost by Perfume #4th teaser #longer version

[1988pucks]

#patrick kane #pk3 #longer version

[virtchandmoir]

Photo: CTV News

#tessa and scott #off ice #honor #order of canada #longer version

[eroslessons]

aftermath

entwined our fates now and evermore i have promised to be eternally yours but i never asked for you to do this you used me to make it happen regardless beloved you hold the key to my heart is it so wrong i wished us to never part ... get out don’t you see that you lied and betrayed me that’s not love - your intentions were good maybe but your actions were all harm, and i love you still so we’ll work our back around one day to lovers again

#eroswrites #longer version #Nemo/Isshin #dialogue poetry

[dorkofclanlavellan]

Soundtrack of Your Life

I’m bored/looking for a distraction from the awfulness rn, so decided to make my own take on the soundtrack of your life thing? 

Because the ones I’ve seen only say 10 or 13 songs I decided to make one that has 18. So if anyone wants to make an actual spotify list of theirs they can without spotify adding random songs.

Reminder of the rules. Put your music on shuffle and write down the first 18 songs that come up to make the soundtrack to your life. In the order of below. 

I’ll reblog with my results later.

Feel free to use this if you want!

Opening Theme Waking Up/Morning Routine Scene Job Issues Scene Meet Cute Scene Driving Scene Falling In Love Scene First Date Scene Family Issues Scene Party Scene Misunderstanding Leads to Break Up Scene Breakdown Scene Death Scene Flashback Monologue over Funeral Scene Make Up Scene Montage of Issues Being Resolved Ending Scene Montage During Credits 

#soundtrack of your life #longer version

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

#polls #I wonder if this will gain the same small traction the previous version did lol #it’s on for longer so maybe? #I had Opinions

[bet-on-me-13]

Tucker gets Recognized

So! This is using the Egyptian version of Hawkman and Hawkgirls past, cause that's the only way this works

The basic idea is Hawkman and Hawkgirl used to live in Egypt in high positions of Power. Hawkman used to be the Prince, and Hawkgirl used to be the High Priestess. They died one day and became cursed to forever reincarnate.

Ok, onto the prompt.

So, Hawkman is one day flying over the Midwest USA while lost in thought. He gets hungry and decides to set down in a small-ish town called Amity Park.

He goes to a nearby Burger Restaurant, and while he is waiting for his food he sees someone else pick up their food and walk out the door.

And one thought passes through his mind.

"Is that my fvcking Dad?!"

Yeah, Duulaman was Hawkman's Dad in his first life. He just never knew that his Dad was also a Reincarnator (he had the power before even his son, he just never told him).

Tucker, who has Duulamans powers but not his memories (by choice), has no idea why this Guy with Wings keeps following him around.

Wait, did that guy just call him Duulaman?! Oh Hell No!

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Hawkman #Tucker Foley #Duulaman #Tucker is a Reincarnation #Duulaman was Hawkmans Dad #Idk if I got the backstory entirely right #I mostly based it off the CW version cause that's the one I remembered #Hawkman did not know his Dad was also Reincarnating #(Duulaman has been Reincarnation longer than his son by a large margin) #(Duulaman was just one of Ra's many lives)

[mmmwafflesart]

how his character arc went if I'm remembering correctly (og comic)

#legend of zelda #loz #skyward sword #sksw #groose #grooselink #as a joke but #wafflesart #before I drew this I tried to look for an existing version of this comic with these two #anyways this took so much longer than it should have LKSFDJ

[girl4music]

Okay, I’ve calmed down a bit now and I’ve remembered something that made me “reflect” on the subject of gender identity (and specifically the experience of dysphoria) before. This is going a bit deeper than what I’ve posted previously about assigned gender because it’s about what happens when a person is assigned a gender they innately dislike (that’s putting it mildly but I’m trying to be professional) and therefore immediately have and take issue with when they’re forced to perform it. The whole argument by transphobes, terfs and gender critical people is that those that are helping and allowing the person to transition gender are the ones abusing them. But it’s the OTHER WAY AROUND! They’re the ones that are abusing! And this is why:

I would argue that forcing somebody to perform a gender that they do not personally identify or declare themselves as is a form of psychological abuse because it’s like they’re cosplaying a fictional character that they don’t want to be performing as but feel they have to so that they don’t get abused. They’re forced to cosplay who they are not to literally survive in life. To prevent themselves from being abused/violated/ostracised or whatever it may be.

And furthermore it’s cosplaying somebody that literally doesn’t exist. Is entirely fictional and perceived by the minds that carry this destructive ideology that “assigned gender” is a person’s gender identity even if they do not personally identify and declare themselves as that assigned gender identity.

Children may not be “cerebrally developed” enough to know/understand what they personally identify as, as they haven’t really figured it out yet, so they never declare what they actually are in gender identity. I’ll agree with that. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t FEEL wrong cosplaying as somebody they don’t even know or understand or recognize or believe in. That doesn’t mean that there is no issue there. What it means is that they’re too young to realise what the issue is. The issue is experiencing gender dysphoria.

And you know, I remember the song ‘Reflection’ from Disney’s Mulan. There’s a longer version of the song that’s not in the movie with a verse that very accurately describes the experience of gender dysphoria. First there’s the lyrics: 🎶Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?🎶 which is in the actual song from the movie and in all other versions/covers of the song. Everybody who knows the song or has seen the movie has heard those lyrics. But the longer cut has even more lyrics that carry on that same narrative. The thematic narrative of “I don’t know who this person is that I am being and I’m not happy about it but I don’t understand why” carries on through the longer version of the song that was cut down. The only way of hearing the longer version is when Lea Salonga performs it live because she refuses to perform the cut down version: the song in the movie. The reason as to why she refuses to perform the cut down version is because half of the intended story of the song is missing and therefore the context can be misconstrued. This is the longer version of the song.

🎶Look at me

I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter

Can it be

I'm not meant to play this part

Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself

I would break my family's heart

Who is that girl I see

Staring straight back at me

Why is my reflection someone I don't know

Somehow I cannot hide

Who I am, though I've tried

When will my reflection show, who I am, inside

How I pray, that a time will come

I can free myself and meet their expectations

On that day, I'll discover someway to be myself

And to make my family proud

They want a docile lamb

No-one knows who I am

Must there be a secret me

I'm forced to hide

Must I pretend that I am someone else for all time

When will my reflection show, who I am inside

When will my reflection show, who I am inside🎶

Powerful, no?

Am I right that this longer ‘Reflection’ is an accurate description of the experience of gender dysphoria? That transgender individuals that have not transitioned out of fear for their lives or for whatever other reason it may be is simply just playing a part they don’t know, understand, recognize or believe in?

I think so. Anyways, I will leave you with the wonderful Lea Salonga performing her preferred version of ‘Reflection’ live at the 2011 Disney D23 expo.

#transgender #transgender awareness #assignation at birth #gender identity #gender dysphoria #forced cosplay #disney mulan #lea salonga #reflection #longer version #Youtube

[hopelessromantic5]

King Arthur happens to be traveling through Ealdor the exact day the citizens decide they’ve had enough of Merlin.

Labeling him too dangerous, they tied him up on the pyre in the center of town.

As long as Merlin had been alive, he’d never seen this pyre lit.

He would’ve just gotten himself out of this situation with his ‘gifts’ if it weren’t for his poor mother.

The villagers would never let her live in peace if he magically disappeared.

No, this was the only way she could go on living, even with a broken heart.

He didn’t fight. He didn’t really hear much of what they spit at him. But he could hear his mother wailing at him, to save himself, to do whatever he must do.

He’d resigned himself to an early death.

Tom, the town representative, started spewing some righteous words at him. New Religion words that didn’t quite make sense to him, but that’s to be expected. He is, himself, a creature of the old religion, if prophecy is to be trusted.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, serpent?”

Merlin opened his mouth to tell his mother that he loved her, but he stopped short.

In the distance, he could hear a sound.

The beating of hooves on hard, cold dirt.

Visitors were approaching.

It must be fate, he thinks.

As the horses drew closer, the villagers slowly turned their attentions away from him.

Merlin simply hung his head, letting the Earth he loved so dearly decide which way his life would swing.

“What is the meaning of this?”

A calm, steady voice came from behind him. Deep and concerned. Merlin wished he could see the man.

“My lord,” Tom bowed, as well as he could, which was strange.

Upon realization, Merlin’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, were these visitors noble? They never had nobility stay long enough to make comments on anything, only ever just passing through.

“I asked you a question.” The voice said again, with all the authority of someone who’s used to using it.

“This man is a sorcerer, sire. We were just-“

“What has he done?”

“Sire?”

“What has this man done to call for these extreme measures?” When no one answered him immediately, he rephrased.

“Surely there must’ve been a crime committed?” As if it’s a question.

Merlin’s mother pulled herself out of shock and brought herself forth.

“He did nothing, sire.” She spoke firm and unmoving. She must’ve seen hope in this man that Merlin had yet to lay eyes on. “He’s only ever used it for healing wounds and helping our gardens in the winter. Please have mercy on him, my lord. He is my only son.” Tears started falling as her voice broke. She finally met Merlin’s eyes again and he smiled at her, weakly.

“So this man-“

“Sorcerer.” Corrected Tom. What a dick.

“This man, did nothing but heal you and help you survive and this is how you repay him?”

Again no answer.

The man seemed to gesture at Tom, walking towards the town elder, and bringing him finally into Merlin’s line of sight.

The doomed boy nearly gasped.

Silver and red bled together in the sun, armor and finery melded like roses in white sand.

The man-the lord…the knight? He had golden blonde hair, that shone like it’s own light.

Blue eyes made even more obvious and striking surrounded by unblemished, sun-kissed skin.

“You seem to be leading the horde. Tell me why?” No, answer. “Cut him down.” A command. The stranger’s face was a hard, blank line.

Funny how, even then, he didn’t feel like a stranger. But Merlin was in no state to remember it.

“My lord, I do not think that would be wise. Your father was the one to wage war on magic-“

“I am not my father. Cut him down.”

Merlin swallowed. Uther Pendragon was the only person in his mind that waged the war on magic, that began the purge. Which means this man could only be his son, Prince Arthur.

What a prince he was.

Well, King, now.

No wonder every person in the vicinity practically dropped to their knees upon his arrival. They’d all heard stories of ‘The Just King’ that now reigned over Camelot. Giving whatever he could to his citizens that needed it most, never turning anyone away who seeks shelter. Merlin had heard the same as everyone else. Seeing the King in person now, he was in awe.

“I will not endanger the lives of all who live here.” Tom turns back to Merlin with the lit torch.

Merlin held his breath, but the second Tom turned away from him, the King pulled his sword. It made the loveliest sound as it left the sheath.

The sound of salvation.

Tom had the tip of a majestic blade directed right at his throat, as the King spoke again.

“I said, cut him down.”

The look on the King’s face was one that could kill.

Merlin wondered momentarily why he cared so much.

Finally someone from the crowd stepped forward with a knife and began to cut away Merlin’s ties.

Hunith leapt forward and engulfed her son in a hug, while also somewhat holding his body upright.

He did not want to let go, considering he thought he would never get to hug his mother again. But the entire village was watching them.

As was-

“What is your name?”

It was phrased as a question but spoken like a command. Merlin knew it was directed at him without opening his eyes.

He did, reluctantly, release his mother and turn to the golden King, facing deep blue eyes head on. Never cowering.

“Merlin.”

The King must’ve seen something in him. Something every other person was blind to or chose to ignore, simply because he was a peasant. He took a step closer and Merlin could hear the tiny tink of metal pieces on his shining armor, as he did so.

“Well, Merlin.” He said, as if trying it out for himself. “Seeing as I’ve just given you your life, I’d like to ask a favor.”

Merlin’s curiosity was peaked, to say the least. King’s didn’t ask favors, they took whatever they wanted.

King Arthur did not wait for a reply to continue.

“I’m in need of assistance. And I could use someone with a gift like yours, specifically.”

Merlin narrowed his eyes in minuscule doubt. Doubt of intentions, doubt of his safety.

The King somehow knowing his exact thoughts said

“Of course you would be permitted to come back when you are needed. And when I have accomplished my goal, if you wish, you can leave. I will not keep anyone against their will. I am simply offering.” A small smile played on his mouth. Flush pink lips. He also held up his hands as if to say ‘I will not harm you’.

Merlin’s gut told him to follow this man.

Terrifyingly, his intuition told him to follow this man, practically a stranger, anywhere. Everywhere.

Merlin felt a pull he’s never felt before. In the moment, he assumed it was immense gratitude for saving his life.

Merlin turned to meet his mothers eyes, he already knew what she was going to tell him.

“I think it will be good for you. To get out for a while.” She smiles softly.

“Will you be alright?” He whispered, glancing at the crowd still gathered around an unlit pyre.

“I’ll be fine.” She grabbed him in a bear hug, like she always did. “And if they boot me out, I’ll come find you.”

Merlin sighed into her shoulder.

“Alright.”

When Merlin turned back, the King had turned his eyes to the ground, giving mother and son a moment of privacy.

Merlin was starting to warm to him already.

“Can I pack first?”

King Arthur met his gaze then, doing that half smile thing, again.

“I suppose.” He nodded. “But don’t dawdle we need to move if we want to make it back before sundown.”

“Yes, sire.” The title which usually held reverence and respect, was laced with sarcasm. He didn’t seem to think twice, as he strode away towards their hut to gather his things.

If Merlin had looked back, he would’ve found a fully beaming King looking after him and about six knights with faces of complete shock.

And perhaps, one knowing mother.

#merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur fic #merlin and arthur #hunith #king arthur #Ealdor #might continue #longer version will probably be on ao3

[bleuu-moon]

imagine you’re a civilian who’s held hostage with price, but you don’t know he’s in the special forces, until he’s forced to whisper it in your ear as a way to try and calm you down as you begin to hyperventilate. telling you how if your captors knew, they’d kill him straight away, but he knows his men are already out looking for him.

and then it all starts to make sense, the way he never seemed fazed by the two days that you’ve both been locked up for, the constant reassurance he offered when you began getting overly emotional, the checking in on you, the advice he offered to drink sips, not gulps and ways to conserve your energy.

he knows he gave you hope, as you become more talkative, making conversation about your outside lives. asking him personal questions that he doesn’t mind to answer for you, and seeing how you perk up talking about yours, he reciprocates the questions.

by day five, it feels like ten, but you’ve become a peace for one another. talking escapes you both, temporarily erasing the memory of your current situation.

you’re there, rushing to his side when he gets a blow to the face from one of your detainers, a result of his unsmart mouth, asking him how to help stop the bleeding from the gash on his cheek. he tries to shoo you away, ensuring he’s fine, but once you rip a piece of fabric from your t-shirt and press it to his injury, it’s almost like he rests into your touch.

he begins becoming protective, when a captor makes a beeline for you, he won’t hesitate but to use himself as a human shield. willingly taking another punch or kick a punishment for his distraction. when a small bottle of water and stale food is shoved underneath the gate, he’ll make sure you have more than he does, refusing to listen to your protests. whenever he’s able to sleep, he’ll place himself closest to the door, in front of you, yet always facing you. once you’re tired, he’ll urge you to sleep, making sure he doesn’t sleep for too long at the same time.

the only time that john panics in that cell, is when a gun is pulled up to your head, as a blackmailing tactic for information.

information that your brain doesn’t comprehend as your body is whirling in fight or flight. you watch on as he attempts to bargain with the man behind you, whilst still offering you comfort with the way his eyes soften as they meet yours, and a hand reaching out towards you.

and that’s when the cavalry arrive.

the chance to fall to your knees, free from the enemy’s grasp as he runs towards the gunfire, john lunging forwards to collect you in his arms. cradling you into his chest as you fall apart against him. he soothes you, telling you that it’s all over, that you’re okay.

you don’t leave johns side until you arrive at the hospital. glued to him from the moment he stood you up and walked out the cell with pulled into his side, hearing words of affirmation towards him from those who refer to him as “captain”. in the helicopter, he still had you right there, so close to him, you may as-well be one. that’s why the nurses have to pretty much pry you from him when you land.

conveniently, you both end up on other sides of the building, as your vitals are checked and monitored. not knowing that john was discharged almost straight away, and on his way to find you within the first couple of hours, to everyone else’s dismay.

he doesn’t know the emotion he feels the second he see’s you asleep, but all he knows is that the sight brings him to the verge of tears. the drip that’s connected to the top of your hand, the continuous beeping that mirrors your steady heartbeat, but most of all — how peaceful and healthy you look already. admiring you, he quietly finds himself beside your bed, his hand subconsciously wrapping around yours, instantly noticing the warmth that you now possess. and when you slightly flinch, and flicker your eyes open to meet his, the small smile that forms on your lips almost brings john to his knees.

and that, right there, is how he knows that even though the way you met wasn’t ideal, he wants you beside him for the rest of his life.

#this was one of them things that i wrote read it back got disappointed and then thought fuck it #i will write a longer version of this one day #love these two x #captain john price #this was done in like an hour so bare with meeee #price x reader #captain price x reader #cod prompts

[ohmyglobwhatthefrickamievendoing]

Love that Izzy got in one last shot at Stede in a situation where Stede could under no circumstances retaliate and won their two season long bitch-off by then immediately and permanently peacing out

#EDIT: reblogged a slightly longer version of this because they were friends when izzy died! - #- they'd both showed they cared about each other in some form by the time izzy died & he STILL had to be a lil bitch to stede one last time #the real reason izzy died: to get the last word over stede #izzy & stede were actually a comedy duo and i'm so sad we got so little of them #whether they were enemies or friends they were always bitch4bitch and that dynamic will be /deeply/ missed #ofmd spoilers #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #our flag means death s2 #in spirit this post is: #stizzy #gentlehands #izzy hands #stede bonnet #ofmd izzy #ofmd stede

[floralring]

the meaning of growing up

#collei #lisa minci #genshin impact #from colleis character story about cuilein-anbar #i wanted to make a longer comic for this story but i couldnt make something i was satisfied with so this is the short version