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pjo musical: the rundown

so i went to see the lightning thief with @angelicomma yesterday and um. oKAY GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS LEMME TELL U ABOUT THIS MOTHER!FUCKIN! SHOW!!!! because it was SO GOOD this is just like. the short list of what i loved about it because oh my god 

prepare for the longest post ever 

  • the set was such an aesthetic? it was all very metallic like there was scaffolding and greek columns with graffiti on them? it was very chb and very nyc and overall a Blessing 
  • every time they needed to show a different location they’d do it with the lights so like there were these lights lining the scaffolding that would change color ?? in the underworld they’d flash red, yellow and orange and were made to look like fire and near the ocean theyd be blue and if they were talking about trees itd be green and! if they wanted u to focus on a certain part of the scaffolding it’d be a different light color than any of the other parts which was rad af
  • the overhead lights were used really well too like when percy was singing about being the son of poseidon or when there was water the lights would be blue and when they were in the forest theyd be green
  • there is an entire song about how they hate new jersey and how they refuse to die in the garden state. know this
  • the show was very low budget like oh my god it was great
  • they didnt make some of their own props so sally walked in once with a trader joe’s bag and also the most important bag in the world (containing the master bolt) was a fucking jansport 
  • their representation of water was just to attach toilet paper rolls to leaf blowers and turn the overhead lights blue like what even
  • they covered the first 4 rows in toilet paper at one point 
  • also they fuckin deca-casted everyone except for percy (chris mccarrell, the light of my life actually he was so good) 
  • jonathan raviv played chiron, auntie em, random chb girl in a bike helmet and braids (?), random tractor guy (?), a bus driver, a train conductor, hades, and poseidon and im probably missing someone. he had very distinctive characters for all of them not to mention horse puns 
    • “the gods are kind of dicks”
    • medusa’s eyes were just light up swim goggles
  • sarah beth pfeifer, who probably has the best comic timing ive seen ever, played clarisse, katie gardner, a fucking squirrel?, mrs. dodds, lotus casino girl, random camper assistant to mr. d, and thalia 
    • *chases annabeth down a flight of stairs with a sword while screaming* 
    • “for their sixteenth birthdays my friends all got cars. I got a fern and a mason jar!” 
    • “ARROWS ARE MADE WITH WOOD. I REFUSE TO PARTICIPATE IN AN ACTIVITY THAT CONDONES VIOLENCE AGAINST OUR ARBOR BRETHREN!”
  • they had the most roles and they were GREAT 
  • george salazar was such a wonderful grover and mr d oh man 
    • mr d’s whole gag was he’d kick a chair when he got pissed which was hysterical bc the camper assistant would start pouting every time and he also wanted to turn percy into a dolphin 
    • “grover, are you ever going to wear pants again?” “NOPE!” 
    • his solo song was about thalia and how he couldnt save her talk about EMOTIONAL he cried
    • dam jokes
      • we might have more drachmas if you didnt spend them on those DAM SNACKS” “HEY! IT WAS THE HOOVER DAM” 
  • let me talk about. carrie compere for like multiple hot seconds bc GODDAMN GIRL CAN SANG 
  • she was such a good sally. can she be my mom. she sang a song abt percy being special and wonderful and i got a lil teary 
    • “you saved my life, percy. It’s time i learned how to live it.” cryin g 
  • her silena was really funny? like very whiny but very funny.
    •  “every time i bring a boy home, my mom’s there in her nightie […] she steals my mascara and all my dates!” 
  • she also played sort of charon? underworld guide in this awesome gold dress (she looked SO GOOD) who smacked grover’s goat ass (?????) 
    • “you know, bringing people to the underworld isn’t my only job. I also have a band. wanna hear a demo?” “not really?” “sorry, i can’t hear you over this SWEET ASS RIFF” 
    • We got everyone! we got kurt kobain, we got beethoven. any requests?” “um, do you have josh groban?” “we will.” 
  • JAMES! HAYDEN ! RODRIGUEZ! was sO GOOD AS LUKE
  • THERE WAS A GOOD KID REPRISE AND I WAS SHOOKEN 
    • “being a good kid gets you nowhere at all” bruh 
  • they couldn’t have a scorpion onstage so luke just. fucking stabs percy in the back??? 
  • He was also a really funny ares and gabe!! 
  • ok and my gal KRISTIN STOKES 
    • fun fact abt me and kristin stokes ….. so we were walking in the same direction after stage door and so me and @angelicomma just walked with her….to the train…. she gave us dessert recs…… and talked about the show (she’s so salty about how rangey her big solo is but trust me she was so good on that song) and also waitress with us…. it was the best experience of all time she is so nice and cool and was wearing jurassic park leggings how rad is she oh my god
    • her annabeth? was awesome? she was witty and tough and aggressive and i was ABOUT IT 
    • she called out sexism all the damn time 
      • “annabeth, i get it. do you know how many schools i’ve been kicked out of?” “yeah, percy, but when boys mess up they get a second chance.” 
      • “hey, annabeth, who’s your dad?” “he’s a history professor.” “i thought everyone’s dad was-” “a god? that’s my mom. sexist.” 
        • longest yeah boi ever 
    • the moment where she betrayed luke at the end??? YES GIRL
  • chris mccarrell was such a perfect percy i am elated 
    • “Tartarus? LIKE THE FISH SAUCE???!!!?!?!” 
    • *swings riptide like a lightsaber while making lightsaber noises* 
    • *packages medusa’s head* “To Mount Olympus. Signed, Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.” “the gods will think we’re impertinent!” “*winning smile* we are impertinent.” 
    • *pouts* “i know how to hold a sword! like this!” annabeth corrects him and he swings it “oh wow actually that’s a lot easier” 
    • in good kid he was like? running around the stage and climbing the scaffolding and shit? and i cried??? the no mom line was the WORST i wanted to actually scream and his voice is so pretty 
    • and he was so shook by his own powers oh man 
    • he was just. so good at the twelve year old thing it was fantastic he was all fidgety and Dramatic ™ god bless
    • he loves sally so much!!! all the demigods were salty af abt their parents and he was just quietly singing like “my mom loves hugs and scary movies” and i just. screamed quietly
  • there were rlly cute percabeth moments too. 
    •  percy’s knocked tf out the first time annabeth meets him (she infiltrates his dream a lil) and he sings a lil song abt how she’s beautiful and stuff and he wakes up and she’s all “YOU DROOL IN YOUR SLEEP” shook 
    • she shows up at capture the flag (percy hasnt officially met her yet) and he points at her and was just “gasps YOURE MY DREAM GIRL!” and annabeth side-eyes him hardcore and he goes “UM. THE GIRL. FROM MY DREAM.” 
    • “the god is my mom. sexist.” “NO NO I LOVE GIRLS!” annabeth is shook yet again and percy panics and is like “I MEAN UM THEYRE VERY NICE” 
      • percy gets serious side eye from luke
      • it’s great  
    • when percy gets stabbed they almost kiss and then grover RUNS ONSTAGE “HEY! here’s your ambrosia percy” goddamn it was DRAMATIC
  • im definitely missing shit but oh boy it was so so good
  • i’d kill a man for that soundtrack  
  • if you have the chance (and the money) it’s just. such an Experience and everything i could have ever dreamed of. the cast is great (and theyre all so freakin NICE s/o to kristin especially). 
  • i’d highly recommend it!!! A+ 1000/10
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WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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No matter how enormously successful he may have been at the start, the future of a teen idol once he’s graduated from the warm embrace of boy bandhood is always precarious. Will his star continue to rise to Justin Timberlake (or, for the U.K. crowd, Robbie Williams) status? Or will he become nothing more than a distant, fond memory—a time capsule of a generation’s youthful indiscretion?

That’s the question facing former One Directioner Harry Styles who, a little over a year after his group officially (probably) disbanded, has just made the best case yet for his enduring pop cultural relevance. In going above and beyond his musical guest duties on this week’s S.N.L., Styles proved what his die-hard fans have been saying all along: he’s more than just a haircut.

This wasn’t Styles’s first S.N.L. rodeo; as musical guest, he’s always shown a penchant for hopping into sketches. Not all guest musicians like to try their hands at live sketch comedy, but Styles and the rest of the One Directioners charmingly cropped up on a 2012 “Manuel Ortiz Show” sketch and, briefly, in a 2013 sketch featuring Paul Rudd as their biggest fan. They also endearingly and self-mockingly cameoed in Rudd’s opening monologue.

But none of Styles’s previous, light S.N.L. sketch work could have prepared his fans for his level of involvement in this week’s episode. Perhaps taking a page from his successful S.N.L. collaborations with Justin Timberlake, host Jimmy Fallon had Styles join him in two sketches as well as the episode’s monologue. That monologue appearance was the least challenging part of he played. All Styles had to do was dance and belt out a smidgeon of Bowie—right in his wheelhouse. He did it all while giggling a little at Fallon’s self-seriousness. Who wouldn’t?

But Styles had a much bigger role to play in one of the earliest sketches of the night: an impressions showcase in the guise of a Celebrity Family Feud. By rights, Fallon should have owned this sketch—he very impressively scampered back and forth across the set in order to pull off dueling John Travolta impressions. But Styles sort of stole the show out from under him by unveiling a fearless (if not always entirely accurate) Mick Jagger impression.

As any S.N.L. aficionado will tell you, complete commitment to a bit and a willingness to make a fool of yourself is key to good hosting. Timberlake was fine in a pair of early S.N.L. appearances—but it wasn’t until he showed up in 2003, cool as a cucumber, in a giant omelette costume that he proved once and for all that he could hang with the best Studio 8H had to offer. Styles-as-Jagger also took a tiny dig at his own fledgling solo career, saying, in character, “Solo? Why would anyone in a successful band go solo? That’s insane.” Self-awareness? Also a vital quality for any S.N.L. host.

Styles’s last acting appearance of the night came during a surprisingly effective, high-concept sketch which saw Fallon and a group of Union soldiers slowly turn a traditional Civil War ballad into an infectious pop song. Styles appears as a Rebel prisoner who adds a soulful bridge. The singer’s earnest crooning prompted half of the beard glued to his face to pop off—not a rare issue when it comes to live sketch comedy. Styles handled the malfunction with aplomb, first slapping the beard back on his face when the camera panned away—and then, when it came loose again, just going with it.

But like Timberlake before him, Styles has not lost sight of the gift that made him a star. For all his sketch work in this week’s S.N.L. the singer also performed a pair of songs that sent his longtime fans swooning: his chart-topping single, “Sign of the Times” and a new track, titled “Ever Since New York”

But a successful foray into the world of sketch comedy isn’t the only way Styles is taking cues from Timberlake as he embarks upon his post-One Direction career. The singer recently landed a coveted role in Christopher Nolan’s upcoming prestige drama Dunkirk. Timberlake also followed the dissolution of N*Sync with a few serious film appearances, including Alpha Dog, Black Snake Moan, and, most successfully, The Social Network. Neither Styles nor Timberlake may ever win an acting Oscar, but all that stage presence has to go somewhere—and, depending on how well Dunkirk goes over, we may be at the very beginning of another boy band member’s long perch at the top.

If an early positive review (from Oscar winner Mark Rylance, no less!) is any indication, Styles also knows exactly how to channel that surplus of charisma. Rylance said of his Dunkirk co-star: “He seems remarkable … one of those people—Sean Penn has it, too—a kind of panache. I look at them and think, ‘How did you get that? How do you get so that life is easy?’ But he has got a lovely, lovely character. It’s a gift.” Dunkirk comes out in July. If it’s a palpable hit, we could see Styles make his S.N.L. hosting debut as early as this fall.  -  VANITY FAIR

anonymous asked:

Zutarians act like Katara's romance with Aang is to the detriment of her character but somehow one with Zuko wouldn't just put her in nurturing position for an older man. I am not for Kataang but I don't think any of the show's characters would NOT put Katara in the position of a nurturer and giver. She gives too much as it is. Except perhaps Toph but Toph is twelve, confused and has parental issues. What I'm trying to ask is what does Katara gain from Zutara except acceptance.

What Katara Would Gain from Zutara

[Edited to add “Bato of the Water Tribe”! Thanks, @ adifferentcupofzutara!]

Katara would gain a partner who would help her with household duties without being asked:

Rather than someone who leaves the chores to her while he shows off for his fangirls.

Katara: Watching you show off for a bunch of girls does not sound like fun.
Aαng: Well, neither does carrying your basket.

She would gain a partner who shares parental responsibilities …

Katara: Aαng, don’t walk away from this.


Zuko: Let him go. He needs time to sort it out by himself.

And acts like a father:

Zuko: Keep in mind, these are dual swords. Two halves of a single weapon. Don’t think of them as separate, because they’re not. They’re just two different parts of the same whole.

Rather than someone who IS a parental responsibility …

And acts like her son.

Katara: What do you think, Aαng? Do I act like a mom?
Aαng: Well, I…
Katara: Stop rubbing your eye and speak clearly when you talk!

Katara: My goodness! That doesn’t sound like our Kuzon.

Katara: I’ve been training Aαng for a while now. He really responds well to a positive teaching experience. Lots of encouragement and praise. Kind words. If he’s doing something wrong, maybe a gentle nudge in the right direction.

She would gain a partner who respects her personal boundaries: 

Katara: What are you doing?!
Zuko: Keeping rocks from crushing you.
Katara: Okay, I’m not crushed. You can get off me now.

Zuko [retracts his arm so Katara can move away from him]: I’ll take that as a thank you.

 Rather than someone who transgresses them.

Katara: Aαng, I’m sorry but right now,  I’m just a little confused.


Katara: I just said that I was confused!

Someone who sees her as an ally:

Zuko: I can handle Azula.
Iroh: Not alone. You’ll need help.
Zuko: You’re right. Katara, how would you like to help me put Azula in her place?

And not a possession.

Actor Zuko: Wait.  I thought you were the Avatar’s girl.

Aαng: [nods] 

Someone who waits for the right time to talk:

Katara: You look terrible. 
Zuko: I waited out here all night.

Rather than pushing her:

Katara: Because we’re in the middle of a war and we have other things to worry about. This isn’t the right time.
Aαng:  Well, when IS the right time?

Someone who understands how much she needs her family to be there …

Katara: Dad.
Hakoda: Hi, Katara.
Katara: How are you here? What is going on?

And puts their needs over his:

Sokka: No, I’m staying. You guys go. You’ve been here long enough.
Suki: I’m not leaving without you, Sokka.
Zuko: I’m staying too.

Rather than someone who disappears when she depends on him …


Katara: He left.
Hakoda: What?
Katara: Aαng. He just took his glider and disappeared. He has this ridiculous notion that he has to save the world alone. That it’s all his responsibility.
Hakoda: Maybe that’s his way of being brave.
Katara: It’s not brave. It’s selfish and stupid. We could be helping him. And I know the world needs him, but doesn’t he know how much that we need him too? How could he just leave us behind?

And puts his needs over theirs.

Sokka: This is the map to our father! You had it the whole time!? How could you?

She would not only gain a partner who, unlike her canon love interest, sympathizes with the loss of her mother:

Katara: Well, I just want you to be prepared for what you might see. The Fire Nation is ruthless. They killed my mother and they could have done the same to your people.
Aαng:  Just because no one has seen an airbender doesn’t mean the Fire Nation killed them all. They probably escaped.
Katara: I know it’s hard to accept.
Aαng: You don’t understand, Katara. The only way to get to an airbender temple is on a flying bison, and I doubt the Fire Nation has any flying bison. Right, Appa?

Katara: I don’t?! How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me personally. The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.



Zuko: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

Katara: But, we were too late. When we got there, the man was gone.  And so was she.
Zuko: Your Mother was a brave woman.

Katara:  I know.

But who trusts her to deal with anger and pain in HER way …

Rather than pestering her to do things HIS way.

Aαng: Katara, you sound like Jet.

Aαng: Katara, you do have a choice. Forgiveness. 

Aαng: It’s okay, because I forgive you.  That give you any ideas?

Aαng: Let your anger out and then let it go. Forgive him.

Aαng: You did the right thing. Forgiveness is the first step you have to take to begin healing. 

Ironically, a partner who understands that some things are more important than romance!

Aαng: Katara is in danger! I have to go.

Guru Pathik: No, Aαng! By choosing attachment, you have locked the chakra! If you leave now you won’t be able to go into the Avatar State at all!

Zuko: Stop! This isn’t about you. This is about the Fire Nation.

But who would still die for her in a heartbeat …

Rather than risk her life (and everyone’s) to retain his moral purity.

Most of all, she would gain someone who sees her for who she is:

Rather than who he wants her to be.

And who doesn’t try to change her to make her better for him.

anonymous asked:

So I have a character who learned how to use a longbow when she was a child to hunt. My question is two-tiered: one, in what ways would that impact her physical development; and two, would this help her if she needed to use a bow against people?

Strong shoulders, strong arms.

In all honesty, the bow is a weapon you build to as a hunter. The first weapon she’d have learned was the sling. More useful for small game, and you can be deadly accurate with it. The David versus Goliath story in the Bible isn’t actually a joke or overblown. A child taking down a grown adult with a rock and a sling is entirely plausible if said adult isn’t wearing a helmet. The sling is the weapon of children everywhere, shepherds and hunters. In many parts of the world, they still use it. It’s also better for small game. Katniss would’ve done better braining the squirrels with a sling rather than a bow, like children do.

As a child, she’d be trained on a child’s training bow and work her way up the different types of bows practicing on a single target. The longbow is a weapon that requires a fairly hefty amount of upper body strength to wield, and she’d have to work and train up into her early teens before she was allowed to use it for hunting. The amount of strength you can draw dictates how far the arrow flies and how deep it penetrates. Depth of penetration is important, as is how far the arrow flies. Both define how close you need to be to your target in order to be successful. Herbivores don’t stand around waiting for a predator to kill them, and carnivores might just decide turnabout is fair play.

So, most of her childhood was spent on dummy duty with her bow as she learned to clean and care for it. Learning to stand, and that’s a whole series of lessons. Learning how to string the bow, learning how to hold it, learning to draw before she was ever allowed to shoot.

What whoever was training her would set her on before that is the other skills, and she’d act as a gopher for them the way all apprentices do. Following behind the older hunter, carrying their equipment, watching them and acting under their direction. You can’t hunt if you can’t find game, and you can’t eat it if you can’t clean it.

Hunting comes with a necessary subset of skills which allow the hunter to work. They don’t just go out into the woods and kill shit then come back. It requires patience. It involves waiting in one place for an animal to come by, sometimes for days. Traps, tracking, reading sign, learning to move through the underbrush without disturbing it, hiding your scent, etc.

Your hunter will catch more food that they eat on the regular with snare traps set for rabbits and other small game than they will with the bigger game like deer. Bigger game takes more investment, more energy, and a lot more luck. There’s also a higher chance of injury.

There are plenty of herbivores that won’t go down quiet, deer included. If your hunter hits wrong and they sense/smell them, there’s always the chance they won’t run and will come right in after the hunter. Animals have “fight or flight” too, and a doe can gore you just as well with her hooves as a buck can with his antlers. Any poor soul chased up a tree by a moose or just gut checked by a horse can tell you, herbivores are assholes. On an unlucky day, they’ll kill you just as well as a carnivore and that’s if you can find them at all.

The chances of managing a “one hit kill” with an animal like a deer are low and, even if you land a killing blow, they’re not just going to fall over dead. You’ve got to be able to follow it, recover the body, and kill it as it lies there bleeding out on the ground if necessary. You’ve also got to have some way to carry it back. Then, there’s the risk you run with whether the herd animals will return to the same place or move somewhere else if too many of their number die. If they do, and they’re your primary source of food, then you’ve got to move with them. Nevermind that there are quite a few animals a bow is simply no good for, like bears and boars. Where you need other tools like dogs and spears.

Hunting is a complicated business, and it doesn’t come with any guarantees.

Now, those skills do translate over well on a certain level to dealing with humans. Though, it’s not the weapon skills so much as the other less flashy ones. Many scouts in medieval armies, for example, were hunters of one sort or another. As were the foragers tasked with feeding them. The ability to tell how many people passed, where they passed, and what they brought with them from the tracks left on the roads or in the hills was a valuable ability. The ability to move through the woods without being seen, to hide your passing, to tell who is breaking trail, and to find their camps was also helpful.

The Ranger class in DnD is built on the hunter. You want a character who has more in common with Aragorn than Katniss. Aragorn uses a bow, but it’s not his only weapon.

The reason for this is that the bow isn’t a great weapon for close quarters. More importantly, it takes time to prepare. You don’t travel with it strung, as that wears out the string. If the string is no longer taut when strung then you can’t fire the bow. You don’t travel with the wood left to the elements. It needs to be wrapped, and packed away. Constantly be oiled to maintain its elasticity/limberness so it can be drawn. A dried bow is a bow you can’t pull, no matter how strong you are. You also can’t get it wet. It’s a weapon which takes a lot of prep in order to be used, a lot of care, a lot of maintenance, more than average, and a lot of hard work.

When you’re in, say, a military or part of a raiding force that knows its attacking then that’s great. Or someone who is on watch for certain periods during the day and will be relieved by another, that also works. Or when you’re sitting alone in the woods waiting for an animal to come by. However, the necessary prep time a bow requires is a lot less helpful when you’re taken by surprise.

By the time you’ve taken it out, unwrapped it, strung it, you’re dead. The enemy was also probably too close for the bow to really be of help anyway. Its a weapon which requires distance. Awesome when you’re pegging people from the ramparts, halfway up a tree, or fifty to a hundred feet off. Less so when they’re standing over you, axe in hand. The traditional role of archers in a military structure is artillery, and not that different from how we use the modern one. Their purpose is bombardment, they soften up the enemy so the vanguard can break their lines and kill them.

There is one kind of single combat the bow is useful for: stalking.

The bow is a silent weapon, and when used in a hunter-stalker mode, can be terrifyingly effective. It’s a stealth weapon, meant for ghosting in and ghosting out as you pick your enemies off. However, this kind of combat requires a proactive mindset and a willingness to get your hands dirty.

It’s also vindictive and, from the perspective of most modern morals, it’s cruel.

Humans are no more lucky than animals when it comes to hunting. The bow is the slow death. No character, no matter their skill level, is going to be guaranteed clean kills. However, what they do get is debilitating blows. An arrow through an arm, a leg, or better a lung, is going to take enemies out of the fight and if they’re not dead yet then potentially another one with them. Harassment is the order of the day. The slow path of carving off opponents, damaging them so they can’t fight back, following as they try to run, before moving in for the kill.

It’s a predatory style of combat, it is (really) just hunting. Hunting humans instead of animals. The terrifying form of combat that haunts so many horror movies. It’s psychological warfare.

However, it’s the kind of combat that takes time, patience, and a strong stomach. It’s up to you to decide if that’s the kind of combat you envisioned for this character to participate in. Or the kind of story you want to tell.

People embrace the Predator and Lara Croft from Tomb Raider (2013), and countless others that have this particular combat style.

It might, however, behoove you to consider coming up with other weapons this character has familiarity with. From knives, to traps, to fishing lines, to other more improvised weapons built on the fly. This character has a range of options within their skillset, and there’s no need to stick to just one.

Also we have a bow tag, and an archery tag for past discussion on this subject.

-Michi

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Together

So this was totally supposed to be characters’ reactions to Jon and Dany being in love but it suddenly got really long and really angsty and I don’t know why. So I apologize in advance. I’m sorry. 

Not taken from one specific prompt; it’s been on my list for a while.

Hopefully this makes up for not posting anything yesterday lol 

Tyrion

Tyrion had hoped that the King and the Queen would get along.

He did not, however, think that Jon would persuade Dany to take leave of all of her senses and leave for the North with her dragons. He might not have allowed Jon to come, if that had been the case.

They were in love with each other. Of course they were. Neither of them would ever admit it but every time they were in the same room they always ended up eye fucking. He’d learned about eye fucking when he was very young; when couples could undress each other with their eyes-but he’d never seen any two people perfect it like Dany and Jon.

Then again, he supposed they both flared towards the dramatic once in a while.

I suppose he just looks at you longingly like he’s hoping for a successful military alliance. She’d rolled her eyes and turned back to the fire but he’d seen the way her eyes sparkled. Gods, she had it bad for him.

A political marriage, perhaps. Good for both of their kingdoms and good for them. He would have brought it up, if Jon hadn’t left. It took every ounce of persuasion he had in him to keep her from going after him; she was always a bit impulsive, a bit too eager to throw herself into dangerous situations…but it was all he could do to stop her, to remind her how valuable she was. There were other Starks but no other Targaryens; who would be left behind to break the wheel if she was gone?

As soon as the raven arrived he’d known he would lose her. He’d tried to hide it from her but she found it, of course; she’d read it, back rigid and eyes flashing back and forth across the paper, and then she’d turned and gone upstairs-coming back down a few minutes later in her winter coat. She looked like an angel. But even angels could die. Even their love stories could fail.

He’d pleaded with her, but she’d barely been listening. Her mind had been made up and she was already beyond the Wall with the man she loved. He knew how hard it was to sit back and do nothing when the people you loved were in trouble-but she wouldn’t listen. She displayed the same tenacity that had gotten her so far on so little, she and the dragons had flown off, and he hadn’t been able to stop her. He couldn’t help wondering if it was the last time he’d see her.

In that moment he couldn’t help but hate Jon Snow for having such pretty hair, or for being such a decent man. And he hated himself for not realizing sooner that what he thought was just a crush had turned into all consuming love.

They were so young. Too young for this. He’d seen young lovers, fearless and ready to take on the world, only to die in each other’s arms. And dead heroes were no good to anyone. There was no one in his life that he could think about dying for-maybe his brother, or the Queen, but he didn’t want to sleep with them. His lovers were shifting faces; many of them he barely remembered. By now he knew that reckless displays of love and bravery rarely paid off.

He should have planned better.

But they were in love and there was no stopping it. All he could do was wait and deal with whatever fallout came with it. Because there would be fallout; there always was, when it came to matters of the heart.

Davos

The first time Davos realized that the King in the North and the Queen in the South were in love, they’d both nearly died. 

For a while Davos hadn’t been sure he could make it work. The two monarchs barely tolerated each other. But then, slowly but surely, they’d warmed to each other. And now they were…something else. Now they loved each other in a way he’d seen very few people ever love each other-not just for political convenience. 

Jon was stubborn, of course, but Davos knew these things-he’d seen enough people fall in love to know when one felt the first stirrings of desire. And he’d known that Jon was in trouble the second they’d walked into the throne room and seen the Dragon Queen on her stone throne, exotically beautiful. Any man would have fallen in love with her instantly-and even Jon wasn’t immune to her charms. 

Davos had prepared for every other eventuality, up to and including a battle at sea should they become prisoners on Dragonstone. He hadn’t been prepared for her, for Jon to look at her the way he did. 

Even then, they were already lost. I’ve noticed you looking at her good heart. 

Jon had stubbornly refused to talk about her. He changed the subject ever time Davos brought her up, every time he tried to coerce him to focus. And they were falling for each other, hard. He could tell, in the way their glares were softened at the edges with curiosity, tempered by kindness. When Jon escorted her to her place at the long wooden table for their first meal together and the way they’d tried not to meet each other’s eyes. The one time Dany had dropped one of her carved dragon figurines in the war room and he’d immediately bent down to grab it for her, and how their hands had touched for just a little longer than necessary. 

He’d never thought that he would like the Dragon Queen either; she was too foreign, and she’d taken the castle that he’d come to think of as Stannis’s and make it her own. But he found that he did; she may have been the most powerful woman in the world, but she never brought it up. She never exhibited her power unnecessarily. And the people who followed her…they followed her because of who she was, not because of her name. She was kind in a way that Stannis had never been-but her spine was iron, and unyielding when necessary. She and Jon made a good match; ice and fire, neither one smothering the other but flourishing as equals. 

It had broken his heart when Jon had volunteered to go on the wight hunt and he’d seen the look on the Queen’s face, the way she’d tried to call him back. Don’t do it, you blithering idiot. Don’t you see how much she wants you to stay? Don’t you know how much you don’t want to lose her? 

Which was, he suspected, why he’d gone in the first place. 

But he’d never expected, even in his wildest dreams, for the Queen to come after them with all three of her dragons…and return with two. He hadn’t had to ask what happened; they were all shell shocked and Daenerys looked devastated. But she didn’t lock herself in her room; she waited outside for days, weathering the snow and cold and squinting into the middle distance as if she could somehow draw Jon back to him. 

And inexplicably, she did. 

She never left his side in the days he was unconscious; she brought in a chair and sat next to him, not speaking, not crying-only changing his bandages when the occasion required it and sleeping in odd bursts of two or three hours with her head on the edge of the bed. She looked younger in sleep, more innocent and vulnerable. They both did. 

It made him want to protect them, to spirit them far away to somewhere they could live out the happy ending they deserved. But they were heroes, and he knew there was a good chance their love story would never get a happy ending. But he would do his damnedest to try. 

There was love in their eyes, whenever they looked at each other. Pure, unadulterated love. And he knew they were lucky to have found it, if only for such a short time.

Missandei

Missandei realized that her Queen’s…preoccupation with Jon Snow wasn’t just a passing fancy when she didn’t want to talk about him during their morning routine (a bath and braids). 

When Dany had known Daario, she’d talked about him every morning after she slept with him. He was light and funny; she didn’t take him too seriously and Missandei had always listened with interest when she talked about their nightly hijinks. But she never did, with Jon. In fact she didn’t tell Missandei that they were even having sex until they reached Winterfell (Missandei pretended to be surprised; everyone had known since the first time it happened). And soon she stopped wanting to talk about Jon altogether, as if she wanted to keep all of the sensations to herself. She and Dany had always been the best of friends; sometimes it felt strange sharing the Queen with someone else. But Missandei had always liked Jon; he was like Grey Worm, strong but caring, overcoming adversity after adversity. So they didn’t talk about their crushes; sometimes they would exchange glances, now and then, to convey all that there was to convey. But mostly Missandei just made sure she kept the sheets washed, in case the Queen ever invited a visitor back to her room. 

Once she asked her what love felt like, what she felt when she looked at Grey Worm. Missandei hadn’t known what to say, or how to explain the whirlwind of feelings-the sadness, the love, the urge to protect him from anything and everything that could do him harm…in the end the only thing she could say was “the way you look at Jon.” And somehow Dany seemed to understand.

She noticed the direwolf pin before anyone else did; Dany wore it on her shoulder, tucked under the collar of her shirt where it wasn’t noticeable. But there it was, bright and shiny as if (and she suspected this was the case) Jon had it made for her especially. 

It felt like a promise-a dangerous promise, but a promise just the same. A promise that one day, when this was all over, they would have a future together. 

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Confession: Arrow 5x17 Review (Kapiushon)

Episodes like “Kapiushon” are the reason I love Arrow.  Taunt, dramatic and emotional storytelling that is driving towards some larger truth.  We kid about Oliver’s manpain sometimes. Sometimes out of frustration for the things he does. Sometimes for Arrow’s laser focus on the central character, occasionally at the cost of a supporting character’s story. But Oliver Queen is the center of this story for a reason.  

Man or a Monster by Sam Tinnesz and Zayde Wolf

When you close your eyes, what do you see?

Do you hold the light, or is darkness underneath?

In your hands, there’s a touch that can heal

But in those same hands, is the power to kill

Are you a man, or a monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

It’s so hard to tell which side you’re on

One day is Hell, the next day is the dawn

The lines are blurred, you keep rubbing your eyes

The tables turn, now it’s time to survive

Are you a man, or a monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster? 

You can’t take back the damage you’ve done

Oh, you can hide, but you can’t run

No, you can’t take back the damage you’ve done

Afraid of what you might become

A man or a monster

Arrow is driving towards bigger questions with this character.  Who is Oliver Queen? Is he a hero? Is he a man at all? Or is he something much worse? This deep examination should force us to reflect on our own humanity, compassion and moral compass. It’s a lofty goal for a television show that’s “just on the CW” or “just a comic book show” but these are questions most shows are too afraid to ask. Arrow isn’t about Oliver’s manpain. It’s about his trauma. Real, excruciatingly painful, trauma and Oliver has to deal with it or he’ll never truly be free. 

Arrow is pushing Oliver, and us, towards these questions because they require answers. Since Oliver is the only one who can provide those answers, Arrow forced him to face the darkness tonight. So he can find his way to the light. Real, lasting, life sustaining, light. This show was never just about a man becoming a hero. This show is about saving a man’s soul… but first we have to start with confession.

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anonymous asked:

Going off the fighting with no pads+ live weapons+ sparring=death discussion, what would you suggest as an alternative? I'm working on a fantasy story where two of my characters are training in swordsmanship with the intention of becoming knights, but warfare is a lot different than using pads/dummies. What are ways I can have my characters realistically train for battle without mauling each other? Or should they just cross their fingers and hope they don't die on the battlefield in real combat?

Well, for starters, they use training weapons. These are are weapons that are essentially what they’d be using and are blunted. The character gets the effect of training with the weapon and practicing their techniques against another opponent without risk of fatal injury.

This is a long standing practice in all martial disciplines and it is much safer than letting beginners murder each other. You never get to touch a real sword until you’ve reached the end of your training. They’re expensive, dangerous, and most knights aren’t going to have the money to replace all the weapons they’ve destroyed during training.

You start with wood, then move up to metal, then move up to the real blades.

You also don’t have your knights learning to joust each other with real lances either. It’ll be blunted lances like the ones used at tournament, and will use those at all times except on the battlefield. They’ll only be allowed to joust other students when their performance is satisfactory, and they will practice with a dummy first. They’ll keep practicing with that dummy for the remainder of their existence, because it’s safer than practicing with another knight and they can fine hone their skills. Then, they move up to a hanging ring.

They don’t just put you on a horse, thrust a lance in your hands and hope for the best.

They’ll spar with padded armor. When they reach a point in their training where the time has come for them to wear armor, they’ll be using older suits rather than new ones. If they spar with live weapons at all, at any point, the rules of the duel will be to first blood and will be watched very closely by their training instructors.

Training happens in stages.

You practice the pieces of the technique, broken down. You learn the stance, then you learn what you’re doing with your hands. How to hold the weapon. Then, you learn how to move the weapon. Then, you practice the technique all together incorporating your whole body. Then, you practice that singular technique with another human (drilling), then, you learn other techniques, then you learn to connect all those techniques together, then you learn the defenses against those techniques, then you practice them with your partner, and then… then you spar.

In between these stages, you condition. You drill. You condition more. Drill more. Learn more techniques. Sparring becomes a reward. As you go up in rank, the targets you are allowed to hit in sparring expand. The more difficult techniques you learn. You may then advance to other weapons, or you’ll be doing most of them at the same time.

Round and round we go.

Practice with the sword before you hold the shield. Practice with the shield before you hold the sword. Learn to wield the sword with one hand. Then with two. Then with a shield. Learn horseback riding. Learn the staff. Learn the bow. Learn the knife.

Then, once you have a base and you are lucky, you will spar against different weapon types.

If he is confident in your abilities and you have the time, he may hold a melee or allow you, his trainee, to participate in one. Or you may do so while squiring to a knight, depending on your master. What is a melee? It is a practice battle, like a real one without the death (usually).

Or, you may not get any of this. Be thrown into battle up front and be forced to learn as we go.

There’s a target point for what you want to have, and then there’s what you get. A medieval knight or squire or even a page may very well be forced into battle long before they’re “ready”. A page’s training also depends heavily on who is fostering him/her and if they care.

Knights were not given the same training. The concept of training, armed warfare, and mass conflict as we understand it today didn’t exist. They were dependent on which local lord took them under his wing, funded them, and how invested he (and his arms master) was in their training. If they got a sadist for a teacher then they got a sadist for a teacher.

The problem with the romantic “live weapon” idea most people have is that “live weapons” will better prepare you for real combat. They don’t, because nothing compares for real combat. These characters may also see combat long before they become a knight, as they’ll be squired out first and their experiences depend on what their knightly master will be doing.

Knights are a training investment of fourteen years. You don’t waste that lightly. It also costs way too much to outfit them with real shit that they will then misuse and break. Especially not when you can just give them the sturdier, more reliable shit that many others have used before them.

The same is true for the horses. They get the training ponies with the hard mouths before they ever approach a warhorse. They need to prove themselves worthy of the substantial investment which comes with equipping them.

Yes, even the sadistic masters do this. The only difference is the mind games they play while it happens.

And, yes, with the first battle it will always be “hope for the best”. Anything else, they’re kidding themselves. Training is about getting you as prepared as you can be for the real thing, but it is not the real thing and no amount of live blades in a practice arena will change that.

Which is why you don’t do it.

Besides that, there’s the injury risk. Students who don’t know what they’re doing have a greater chance of injuring themselves and others. Injuries are costly. Training relies on consistency. If you’re stuck in your room with a twisted ankle, a bruised collarbone, nevermind a serious injury like a broken bone, then your training will lapse. A student needs to stay active in order to remain viable. If they’re not then its a waste of money, equipment, and other resources like food.

You’ve got to feed them, billet them, and everything in between. If you want shock troopers that’s what the peasants are for. A knight is an investment. You push your investment. You do not break them. They then repay you with their service.

A single soldier in the United States Military costs the taxpayers around a million dollars. Their training is also among the cheapest things the military can buy. In terms of resources in the Middle Ages, the feeding, training, and equipping of a knight costs far more than that.

Think about it. And maybe do some more research.

Otherwise, you’ve got a trainer going, “I want to blow through fourteen years and nine million dollars to soothe my students’ egos!”

No.

“Anything Goes” is a Hollywood creation. You train all combatants on the assumption they’ll be killed, you want to give them the tools to survive but they’ll probably die. For this reason, you need every single one. You can’t waste them on each other. That’s a major reason why tournaments came to exist, so you could have the war and the skill without the death.

-Michi

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Pulsar’s 10 Favorite Anime Of 2016

It’s time for my Top 10 Favorite Anime Of 2016 List!

A few things to keep in mind:

1. Im not including any sequel series (which means Sound Euphonium 2 and Food Wars: The Second Plate arent on my list, although theyre both great shows and definitely worth checking out).

2. This is strictly my opinion. If you dont see a show you liked on here, Im not bashing it or saying its not any good.

3. Im only including shows I watched all the way through to the end. There are some shows I didnt get a chance to finish like Mob Psycho 100, Orange and Shouwa Genroku that I need to revisit.

With that all said, here we go with the Honorable Mentions!  

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HONORABLE MENTION #1: PLEASE TELL ME, GALKO-CHAN!

This is a really fun series of comedy shorts revolving around three high school girls: an otaku, a gyaru (think the Japanese equivalent of a valley girl) and a sweet but airheaded rich girl. Most of the humor is sex-related and yet the show never feels mean-spirited. Definitely worth checking out if you want something quick to watch and laugh at.


HONORABLE MENTION #2: MAGICAL GIRL RAISING PROJECT

Dark takes on the “magical girl” genre have become more and more commonplace in the aftermath of Madoka Magica. This show revolves around a mobile app game that allows you to create your own magical girl, and gives 1 in 10,000 players the ability to become a real-life superhero. But soon things take a dark and violent turn.

What separates this show from the pack is the sheer variety of powers and abilities that it features. All the girls (and one guy) have different motivations for wanting to be a superhero, and their powers are diverse and interesting. Dont let the cute art fool you: this is NOT for young kids.


HONORABLE MENTION #3: SHE AND HER CAT - EVERYTHING FLOWS

The only reason I wound up not including this show in my top ten is because its literally 4 five minute episodes. But man does it pack a punch, especially if you love animals.

This is a short series about a young woman and her aging pet cat. The show is entirely from the point of view of the cat, and you see how he views the world and how he views his owner with unconditional love. If youve ever owned a pet, take the time to watch this one.

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And now its time for my Top 10 Anime of 2016. Here we go!

#10: MYRIAD COLORS PHANTOM WORLD

KyoAni’s first series of 2016 was this overlooked fun little fantasy gem about a near future in which a virus has caused people to be able to perceive extra-dimensional and paranormal beings around them. The main characters are four students of a special school for students with special abilities who can seal off and fight phantoms, or in some cases help them resolve their unfinished business so they can move on.

This show got a lot of attention early on in 2016 and just as fast seemed to drop off the radar, mostly because people seemed disappointed that it wasnt a darker/more “serious” show. But thats okay. Sometimes I just want to be entertained. And Myriad Colors does that.

#9: KONOSUBA - GOD’S BLESSING ON THIS WONDERFUL WORLD!

Konosuba is the first of two “trapped in a fantasy world” anime series on my Top 10 list. This is a trope that has been done to death, but where this one won me over was in the sheer irreverence it has for its own genre.

The main character, after dying in a rather embarrassing fashion, is magically transported to a fantasy world by a goddess who turns out to be a bit of a screw-up. In order to find work in this new world, he assembles a motley crew including a masochistic knight and a mage who only want to blow things up. Sound ridiculous? It is. And it’s absolutely hilarious.

KONOSUBA returns for a 2nd season starting this month, so you have time to catch up before then!


#8: IZETTA THE LAST WITCH 

In an alternate version of World War II, the archduchess of a small country about to invaded by the Germans is kidnapped… but is then rescued by her childhood friend, who turns out to be the last witch on Earth. The witch volunteers her help in defending her friend’s country from the invaders, and soon the tide has turned in a BIG way.

Do you like watching WWII-era dogfights? Imagine one with a witch flying around using a giant rifle as a broom and blowing Nazi planes out of the sky. If that doesn’t sound cool to you, I don’t know what to say. Check this one out if you like badass female leads and awesome action sequences.


#7: KIZNAIVER

Studio TRIGGER (Kill La Kill) returned in 2016 with this sci-fi series about a group of teenagers who are forced to be part of an experiment linking them emotionally. This show connected (see what I did there) with me on multiple levels. Adolescence can be an insanely painful part of life, and many people never move on past the things that are done and said to them during this time. The characters on this show, even if they aren’t always likeable, are always UNDERSTANDABLE. I genuinely felt for all of them and wanted them to end up OK. If you like sci-fi but want something different, give this one a go.


#6: 91 DAYS

This is another great series that seemed to fly under the radar this year. I never heard many of my friends who are into anime talking about this one, and its a shame, because this show is something special.

91 DAYS is set during Prohibition and is about a young man whose entire family is murdered by the Mafia. Seven years later, while in hiding, he receives a letter giving him the names of the men responsible, and he begins to work his way into the family in order to destroy it from the inside out.

This is a fantastic revenge story, with some twists and turns you won’t expect and a darkness to it that stuck with me a long time after it ended.

#5: PLANETARIAN

“I am just a little broken…”

Prepare to have your heart a LOT broken.

PLANETARIAN takes place in a post-apocalyptic future where hostile machines have taken over the Earth. A “junker” is scavenging for supplies in a department store when he is greeted by the android mascot of the store’s rooftop planetarium… who has been in stasis for years and has no idea what has happened to the world. The junker initially wants nothing to do with her but realizing he has nowhere to go decides to hide out in the planetarium for a while, and soon gets roped into fixing the projector so the android can present the show to any guests who may show up.

If you like your sci-fi with a healthy dose of feels, check this one out. Its only 5 episodes long but it stuck with me long after I watched it, and I’ll likely be coming back to rewatch it many times in the future.

#4: YURI!!! ON ICE

Yes, an anime about gay male figure skaters made my top 10 list? Why? Because its an awesome goddamn show, that’s why.

After suffering a complete meltdown at the previous World Finals, Yuri has given up on skating and has decided to come home to Japan. No sooner has he returned than his idol, a Russian figure skater named Victor, shows up at his doorstep… wanting to become his coach.

This show is consistently fun to watch, with great animation, some incredible skating sequences, and arguably the best romantic couple of the year in anime. And tell me the opening song doesn’t get you pumped, and I’ll call you a lying sack of shit. Yuri On Ice is awesome. Watch it. Like, now. 

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My top 3 is where it gets tricky, because any of these next three shows could have been my #1. I’d rank them all at the top in terms of quality, so I’m going with them in the order of which ones had the most emotional impact on me personally.

#3: KABANERI OF THE IRON FORTRESS

If you liked Attack On Titan, this is better. Yes, I said it. I love Attack On Titan, but this is a better show. 


Set in an alternate timeline during the Industrial Revolution in Japan, a virus causes people to transform into walking corpses who soon overrun the entire country. Humans are forced to barricade themselves in walled cities and use armor-plated trains to travel from fortress to fortress. One day, in the middle of his home being overrun by the “kabane,” a young engineer who has been working on a new steam-powered weapon designed to defeat the monsters is bitten by one of them… but instead of transforming all the way, he becomes a kabaneri, a human/kabane hybrid. He joins up with a fellow female kabaneri and the survivors of his fallen city in an attempt to make their way to safety on board one of the armored trains.

This show is essentially a nonstop chase sequence through the first half, and political intrigue comes into play halfway through. If you like nonstop action, gore and terror, this is your ticket to ride.

#2: RE:ZERO
I watched the first episode of this show the day after it aired, got bored, and didn’t come back to it…until about three months later, when I kept hearing people talk about the show and how it was affecting them. While on a road trip I decided to give it another shot, and ended up binge-watching the entire series in one go. It’s that good.

RE:ZERO is about a young man who, after shopping at a convenience store, suddenly finds himself in a fantasy world straight out of the games and shows he loves. While initially thrilled to be there, he finds out rather quickly that he is completely out of his element and ends up dying a rather grisly death… only to find himself back where he started from when he first showed up in the new world. It turns out that he has the ability to come back after dying to a certain “save point” (which changes over time), and while no one around him remembers the previous timeline, he does.

So, all good right? No matter what happens you can come back and fix it? Well, not so fast. Imagine falling in love with someone only for them to not remember who you are or things you’ve talked about. Imagine seeing the people you care about die over and over again because you keep messing up. Imagine making mistakes, thinking you can fix them by dying… and coming back further along in the timeline and NOT being able to undo them.

This show takes all the issues I usually have with the “transported to a fantasy world” genre and not only addresses them but essentially makes them the focus of the show. The main character alternates between being funny and likeable and selfish and arrogant, and while he can be hard to like at times, he’s easy to understand and identify with. The supporting characters are fantastic (including arguably my favorite female character of the year, Rem the demon maid) and the story has many twists and turns, with many more to come as the show has been confirmed for second season.

I’ve never been so glad that I gave an anime a second chance as I am with RE:ZERO. Definitely check this one out.

#1: ERASED

Imagine this: when you’re a child, two of your friends and a third child you don’t know but is in your class are murdered. You were the last person to see the third victim alive, but didn’t do or say anything, and you have felt guilty ever since.

Since then, you have had a curse: every once in a while, you will relive the same three to five minutes over and over again, Groundhog Day style, until you change something. It might mean pushing someone out of the way of a car, it might mean stopping a purse snatcher. But you are stuck until you fix what needs to be fixed.

Now imagine, after coming home to find a loved one murdered, you are blamed for the crime and are about to be arrested when you feel that same “rewind” effect happening… only when you open your eyes, it is 1988, you are 11 years old walking to school (but with your 29 year old mind intact), and the murders from your childhood are about to happen again.

What would you do?

ERASED is the best anime of 2016. No other show excited me, terrified me, made me think, made me cry, or made me remember as much as this show did. Even if you don’t like anime, watch this show. It’s my #1 for a reason.

Thanks for taking the time to check out my list! If you see a favorite of yours from 2016 that’s missing, shoot me a message and I’ll check it out! 

Boku No Hero Academia, Vol.7 Limited Edition Drama CD Translation : Sweep! Community Clean Up!

Disclaimer: Full translation of the drama CD which you can hear at this link, many thanks to op for sharing this lovely track. I got most of track 1 explanation from the manga so just a heads up. Loads of error probably, but I’m weak for my trash son baku so i just have to share it. Enjoy!

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How Reylo Can Happen

I’ve had a theory for months but haven’t wanted to post it because I wasn’t sure about it until after TLJ teaser and panel. I will try to keep my explanations short and to the point.

For Reylo to happen, there will need to be extensive character development and storyline between Kylo Ren and Rey. Those familiar with Reylo meta’s and theory have speculated Force Bonds (hearing/seeing each other’s thoughts) and Kylo saving Rey to gain her favor. Well, what if I said that both were possible? But not without a little thing called Halfway Plot Switch and something called Conflict Killer. What are those and what do they mean? Well, let’s go back to the Director himself, Rian Johnson. When asked what movies he watched to prepare for TLJ he mentioned a movie called Letters Never Sent (LNS). Immediately our eyes were drawn to the romantic storyline of this movie but that’s not important as far as Reylo is concerned. What is important is the structure of this film and the tropes within it. Trust me Rian isn’t concerned with the storyline. He is concerned only about how it was executed. 

I won’t go into the details of the storyline of LNS because that isn’t the point. What is the point, is that LNS starts out to be one movie about these geologist setting out to find diamonds, but it turns into something completely different when they are trapped fighting for their lives after a forest fire.

At the TLJ panel Riann and Daisy both state that it’s amazing how this movie starts out and how it actually ends. Daisy threw us a bone and stated (I am paraphrasing) that Rey is meeting her hero but sometimes you shouldn’t because they may not be what you’ve expected.

So, what does all this mean? What the hell am I babbling about? I’m going to warn you now do not read any further if you don’t want to be spoiled. Although yes, I am speculating it might hold more water than you think. Read on at your own risk.

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Silent (Soulmate!Thomas Jefferson - Part Two)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

A/N: Tags haven’t been working, just a heads up. 

Well I got quite a few requests for it, so here is a part two to the Thomas Jefferson Soulmate AU I posted earlier this week. I apologize for it taking so long, but I had some other things I had to finish first. Thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged part one and everyone who requested a part two. This isn’t my best, I know. I’m sorry, but I hope it’s okay.

Again, starts with James Madison’s point of view and shifts to Thomas. I don’t think there’s any warnings necessary for this. It does deal with the topic of mutism, but that is not something that is being debated in any way. It’s just a piece of the characters’ background.

Part One    Masterlist

There are three facts about Thomas Jefferson of which James Madison is absolutely certain: 1) Thomas Jefferson had a soulmate. 2) Thomas Jefferson was the only person alive who could rival Alexander Hamilton’s ability to stick his foot in his mouth. 3) The look on Thomas’s face right now was not that of a man who didn’t want a soulmate.

Thomas was sat on a bench outside in the foyer when James found him. His elbows were on his knees, and his head was in his hands. He looked…lost, or as close to lost as a Jefferson could get. He wasn’t crying; there was no shaking in his shoulders for that to be the case. He was, however, mumbling to himself, something he only did when he was truly overwhelmed.

James couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his friend in a state like this. Nothing ever rattled Thomas. At most, things got under his skin, but in those situations he had a habit of attacking the problem head on. He didn’t dwell on anything; he faced it. Look at Alexander Hamilton. The poor young man hadn’t even made it ten minutes into a conversation with Thomas before the two had launched into a full blown battle.

This man on the bench was a side of Thomas James did not think existed, or at the very least would not be seen in public. He didn’t know whether to comfort him or try to talk sense into him. Whichever one he chose would surely be the wrong answer. Undoubtedly, the right answer was to let Thomas sit there wallowing in his self-pity for an age until the man finally decided what to do for himself. That wasn’t an idea James could handle, though. James had a sneaking suspicion that Thomas would brood the same way Thomas did all things, in excess. James didn’t like seeing his friend suffering, even if there were a number of people in the other room who felt he deserved it, even if James felt he deserved it sometimes.

James sat down in the open seat beside Thomas with a hefty sigh. That was another fact he could add to his list: Thomas never made things easy. “It could be worse.”

“How could it be worse?” Thomas spat, disapproving of James’s nonchalant tone.

“Well, I ran across a young girl back home who met her soulmate when she was quite young. His first words to her, at the age of five, were, ‘You have a booger hanging out your nose’.” Humor probably wouldn’t help the situation, but it couldn’t hurt either.

James didn’t need to see Thomas’s face to know he was rolling his eyes. “Oh yes, it is so much worse to have a crude, inadvertent observation of a child plastered as your soulmate words than it is to have the incredibly cruel and offensive words of a grown man implying he’s disgusted with you.”

“You aren’t though,” James pointed out, “disgusted with her. It was a moment of anger.” James paused for a moment as a thought occurred to him. “Y-You…” He hesitated to ask, “You aren’t disgusted with her, correct?”

“Of course not!” Thomas growled out.

The silence hung in the air for a long beat, and neither of the men really understood why nor did they make an effort to. Not even the sound of dinner being served in the banquet hall interrupted the moment that had settled over the pair of friends. There was so much to talk about and yet so little to say.

“I have a soulmate,” Thomas broke the silence with a quiet murmur, so quiet James wasn’t sure he was meant to hear it.

“So I’ve heard,” James slumped back against the wall. “Who’d have ever thought?” His tone was teasing, but there was an air of finality to it. In all honesty, no one had ever thought Thomas would have a soulmate, and not just because he didn’t have words on his arms.

Thomas snorted dismissively and finally pulled his face from his hands, glancing back over his shoulder at James. “James, I have gone my entire life knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I would live and die alone.”

James leaned forward, elbows on his knees, sinking down to Thomas’s hunched frame. Now wasn’t the time for teasing. Now wasn’t the time for coddling. Now was the time to be honest with his friend, for his own good. “I can’t pretend I understand your pain, because I don’t. Not just because I’ve always known I would find my soulmate, but because I don’t understand how you could be upset with this. You’ve just found your other half. You’ve found a part of you that you never knew existed. You should be jumping for joy, shouting from the rooftops, not sulking angrily in a corner. You don’t have to live alone anymore, Thomas, but you still might.”

Thomas said nothing for a long moment, and James shook his head in disappointment. No one could get through to Thomas if he wasn’t open to listen. He heaved himself to his feet and prepared to head back to the banquet.

“I-I’m not angry.” Thomas quietly refuted, giving James pause. “I’m just… confused.”

James sighed and turned back to the bench, looking down at Thomas, who was looking back at him with burning eyes. “You’re confused?” James didn’t intend to sound so disbelieving. “Thomas, imagine how she must feel. You heard Mrs. Washington as well as I did. She’s spent her entire life thinking you hate her, thinking her soulmate hates her. Even her one true love, the one person in the universe she’s destined to be with, is disgusted by her.” James paused for a moment, hoping that would sink in.

Thomas didn’t respond, but his eyes went down to his arm, the space where the words should be. His thumb rubbed over the blank skin, stretching it over the muscle beneath. It was as blank but somehow felt far less empty.

“James,” Thomas shook his head and looked up, “I…” His voice trailed off when he realized James was gone, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

With a huff, Thomas’s head fell back. This situation went against everything Thomas had come to know. Thomas had always spoken out against soulmates. He wrote about, argued against the very concept of them. He’d debated the topic with Alexander Hamilton earlier that night even. As far as he’d been concerned soulmates weren’t a gift from the universe, they were a rope, more specifically a noose. At least, that’s what he’d always thought. Then again, he’d never known he had one to begin with. He didn’t know what to think anymore.

His entire life he’d thought he was alone. Yesterday, he’d thought he was alone. A few hours ago, he’d thought he was alone. Standing on the Washington’s front lawn, he’d thought he was alone. And now? He felt more alone than ever.

(Y/n) had ran from him the moment she knew who he was. Not the moment she knew he was Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State. She ran when she knew he was her soulmate.

Martha Washington’s voice was yelling at Thomas in the back of his mind, ‘Ashamed of who she is, knowing you’re ashamed of it too!’ Of course she’d run from him. She thought he was ashamed of her. ‘Decades of hating herself.’ His words had made her ashamed of herself.

Only Thomas wasn’t ashamed. Ashamed of his own behavior maybe, but not her… never her. He’d only known of her existence for an hour. He only really knew her name, but he already felt drawn to her. ‘You must be her soulmate,’He could  practically hear George telling him.

Yes, she was his soulmate.

Thomas pushed himself to his feet with a sense of determination. Likely, (Y/n) had already left. He would have to find where you were staying to give his apologies. The Washington’s would know where she was staying. He knew Martha would sooner chew his head off than give him that information. George might be talked into it though. It was certainly worth a try.

“Decided to go after her, I see?”

Thomas nearly jumped. James was standing across from him, coming down the stairs at the other end of the foyer, a thin box tucked tightly under his arm. Thomas had been so wrapped up in his head that he hadn’t realized James had gone upstairs. He thought he’d gone back to the banquet. “Well, as you have so eloquently pointed out, I don’t have to live alone, but there’s a good chance my harsh tongue will ensure I do anyway.” Thomas snapped in a harsher tone than he intended.

“I’m glad you’ve seen the error of your ways,” James was practically smirking as he crossed over to Thomas. “Here, I borrowed this from George’s study.” He extended the box to Thomas.

Thomas accepted with a curious look, “What’s this for?”

“Well, she’s mute, Thomas.” James stated plainly. Thomas’s answering expression showed he wasn’t catching on, so James explained. “Writing materials, Thomas, honestly I thought you were the smart one. She’s mute. She uses sign language, and last time I checked you don’t.” James tapped the top of the box. “If you want her to talk to you, you’ll need her to write it down.”

“She’s still here?” Thomas hated how hopeful he sounded. If everything worked out well, James was never going to let him hear the end of it.

James nodded, smirk still firmly in place with no sign of faltering. “Saw her out the window of George’s study. She’s sitting on the steps on the back porch.”

James turned, leaving his friend to do with as he may, but Thomas caught James by the arm for a moment. “Thank you, James. Thank you.”

“Anytime, my friend.” He smiled. “Now, go. Don’t leave the poor girl waiting.”

Thomas nodded his affirmation and walked briskly down the hall without another word. There wasn’t time for words now. Thomas had a more pressing matter at hand. He’d, no doubt, discuss the situation with James again later.  

When Thomas stepped out back, (Y/n) was sat on the steps just outside, exactly where James said she would be. She was sitting on the middle of the five steps, her feet up laying across the length of the step.  Her hair was partially concealing her face as she stared out across the field. Clearly, she hadn’t expected anyone to come looking for her.

Thomas approached quietly, but not quietly enough as the boards creaked under his shoes.

(Y/n) turned and caught him halfway to the stairs. Her eyes were shining, but there were no signs she’d been crying, which relieved Thomas slightly. She caught her lip between her teeth for a second, clearly pondering, before she turned her gaze back to the field.

Thomas took it as a good sign that she hadn’t run, or spat at his feet, or tried to slap him, or any number of other offenses he probably deserved. She looked like she’d been thinking about it for a second before she thought better of it. He’d take it though. It was a step in the right direction, a step he hadn’t earned yet.

With a small degree of hesitation, bordering on nerves, Thomas lowered himself to sit opposite (Y/n) on the top step. It was a rather uncomfortable position. He didn’t completely fit on the step, and his knees were at an odd angle. However, it seemed to catch (Y/n)’s attention which was a start. Setting the writing material on the step between them, Thomas leaned his head back against the edge of the stairs to look at the stars.

If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend he was back at Monticello, almost. There was a smell of grass in the air, but it was too faint. The breeze felt nice against his skin, but it was too cold. The stars were bright, but they were in the wrong position. Everything was just a little off, and yet for some strange reason it still felt right. He knew the reason; it was just hard to admit.

“I always wondered what it would be like to have a soulmate,” Thomas confessed softly, trying not to break the quiet, “to know that one day you will find the one, to know there is someone out there who is destined for you and only you. I always envied them, knowing there was someone out there to love them.” His voice sounded almost tired.

In truth, Thomas was tired. He was so tired. Tired of arguing his every breath, tired of monitoring his every word, tired of fixing other’s messes. He wanted a break from working, from thinking, from listening. He needed a break. He needed something, someone, to lighten the load.

“I never told anyone that, of course, not even James.” Thomas continued, “How could I? I could never admit such a thing aloud; I could barely admit it to myself: that I wanted something they had and I knew I never could.”

Thomas sighed. There was no good way to explain himself. Words were failing him, abandoning him. What was there to say? Nothing would take back the things he’d said. Nothing would remove those words off her arm. Nothing would ever show how truly sorry he was for every pain he had put her through.

A small pressure settled on Thomas’s bent knee, and he nearly lurched. (Y/n) was looking him over thoughtfully, a hand settled on his leg. He couldn’t be sure if she was trying to comfort him or wanted his attention. Either was a good sign. She didn’t look like she wanted to run anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas met her gaze head on. The sooner he said this the better. “In a fit of anger, I took it out on you. I had no idea it would mark you for life. You have to know I never would have if I’d known. Those words, they were just words. I meant nothing by them.”

(Y/n) raised a hand halfway in the air and then hesitated. She looked around in frustration and back towards the house. Lowering both her hands, she huffed out and looked down at her lap.

“Oh!” Thomas realized as (Y/n) stared down at her hands, upset. Picking up the box, he held it out to her. “Writing papers,” he explained.

(Y/n) nodded somberly and took the box gently from his hands. Thomas looked away as she set things out. There was something so vulnerable about her expression in that moment, and he felt wrong looking on.

Thomas imagined he would feel vulnerable as well. The frustration when she raised her hand showed that, wanting to communicate but being so dependent on others for your words. He was such a vocal man; he couldn’t imagine dealing with something like that. Thomas had to admit; he admired her for it.

Thomas felt a tap against the side of his leg and turned his eyes back to (Y/n). She’d turned the paper around between the two of them Blank ink in an elegant hand scrolled across the top of the page. ‘I appreciate your apology, but they were more than just words to me.’

“I’m sure,” Thomas conceded, looking up from the paper. “You have every right to think of them as such. They… I have caused you a great amount of pain. You have every right to every ill will you harbor towards me. I have earned them all. I just want you to know I said them with no malice directed toward you. My argument with Alexander Hamilton had me on edge, and in a heated moment I said something I did not mean.”

(Y/n) pursed her lips and turned the page around, writing hastily beneath her earlier words. ‘Yes, I’ve met Secretary Hamilton. He’s quite an infuriating character.’

Thomas barked out a laugh. “That is quite true. He simply cannot fathom the idea a person might disagree with him.”

(Y/n) bit back a smirk and continued filling the page. It was a tediously slow conversation as (Y/n) wrote, but Thomas was patient enough to wait for her replies. He didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with meaningless words, and it seemed to be relaxing (Y/n).

When she turned the page around again, she’d written near a paragraph. ‘I won’t falsely accept your apology, Secretary Jefferson. That would be rude to both of us. However, I do acknowledge that there were extenuating circumstances on your part. Please understand that I have been living with this offense on my arm my entire life, and it will not miraculously disappear after tonight. Knowing the situation does help, but it will not change that fact. I will do what I can to set aside that pain and move past it for both of our benefits, and I’m sure one day I will forgive you for it. Hopefully, that day is sooner than later. Although, I can make no promises of when that will be.

Thomas nodded along as he was reading. “I can ask for no more than that. You’re truly being far kinder than my situation probably deserves.”

(Y/n) smiled rather hesitantly at him and wrote in the small amount of space along the bottom of the page. ‘General Washington spoke at length about you before your arrival, and I’ve assumed this situation must be hard for you as well.’

“I would ask what he spoke about,” Thomas hesitated, “but if you know this is hard for me than I can assume what he told you.”

(Y/n)’s smile dropped, and she nodded reluctantly, pulling out a second page to scratch out, ‘I was sorry to hear about your wife, Secretary Jefferson. I have also lost a spouse. Not one I cared for, but it was still a painful experience. I would not wish it on anyone.

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, “You as well?” That was rather surprising. Most people with soulmates would wait decades, a lifetime, to marry the one. Thomas’s wife had only agreed to marry him because she had been widowed by her soulmate. They had loved each other, but she had never been in love with him the way he was with her. The memories of her soulmate had always haunted her, and when she passed it had only further confirmed his loneliness when he had to bury her beside another man.

Yes,’ (Y/n)’s hand was a little shaky over the admission. ‘I suppose I should also ask for some of your forgiveness. You did not know I existed. I knew of you, and still I married another. Forgive me; I did not know there would be any situation surrounding what you said to me. I assumed that you would you be quite a cruel man. My husband, John Aylett, turned out to be the cruel one.’

“Is he…” Thomas hesitated, not just because he was unsure of asking but because he was unsure if he wanted to know, “Is he the reason you are…”

No,’ (Y/n) immediately wrote out and showed him before turning the paper back to explain, ‘that was purely biological. Although, John certainly had no problem pointing out my deficiency. He was part of the reason I disliked the idea of meeting you. I assumed you shared his view.’

Thomas refuted adamantly, “I assure you I don’t. You have no reason to be shamed in such a way. Whatever else you think of me, believe that. I’m happy to accept who you are and help however I can.”

Like bringing me paper,’ (Y/n)’s expression was teasing, and it relieved Thomas.

“I cannot take credit for that. James borrowed it from President Washington’s study when I came to look for you. I was in quite a rush. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me.” Thomas admitted.

Well give him my thanks. This conversation would have been rather one-sided otherwise.’ (Y/n) paused and huffed out a breath, ‘Like most of my conversations these days.’

“Not to worry,” Thomas actually smiled at this. “I almost always have paper on hand. You just caught me at a bad time…” His smile quickly morphed into his usual cocky smirk as a thought occurred to him. “And besides, I’m sure I will know sign language by the time we see each other again… I’m a very quick study,” Thomas winked.

The couple smiled widely at each other, and all tension broke.

When James came out to check on them an hour later, Thomas was practically rolling in laughter, clutching one of the papers to his chest, as (Y/n)’s face stretched in a triumphant smile. The pair, and most of the stairs, were covered in used writing paper. The box lay beside them with only a sheet or two left of what had been a full stack of paper.

James tried to bite back his wide grin. “Thomas, I believe you owe President Washington a new box of paper.”

Thomas simply chuckled and grinned back at (Y/n), “Yes, yes, of course. As much as he wants.”

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IT’S TIME (I’ve literally been waiting for this moment for a week)


The coffee shop is nearly empty, patrons heading home to dinner and family and sleep. The parking lot outside is quiet and dark, cars silently gliding towards the road, sweeping their headlights briefly over the store front before sliding away. The baristas are more often in the break room than behind the counter, scheduling next week’s shifts and discussing how exactly they’re going to distribute the closing tasks today. They know that the customers who are left are fine, fresh refills in their cups and the knowledge that another is but a holler away.

The author has been observing the slow trickle of people for a while now, casually flipping between the novel she’s supposed to be writing, a bullet point list of interesting facial features, and a crockpot recipe she’s trying to convince herself she really wants to try.

(She does not know why she think she should enjoy crockpot shepherd’s pie. She just knows that she should enjoy it.)

She is one of three customers left in the store. There is a man she’s affectionately named “The Wizard” for his tendency to drape his coat over his shoulders like a cape. He is huddled over his tablet and might be near tears as he scribbles something out. The other customer is a woman the author knows quite well, but will not acknowledge. It is not because of her needle-like teeth or the script written carefully across her shirt or even because of the off-putting cackle the woman seems fond of.

It is because there is some trouble the author knows she should not engage.

So she ignores the woman-who-will-not-be-named and focuses on her computer.

It’s as she’s typing out “charming slouch, neck extended, a home out of his spine” and “add twice amount of onion” that she gets the notification.

The notification.

“Oh fuck,” says the author. She has not prepared for this at all. (This is pretending that she would have prepared for it with prior warning.)

(She would not have.)

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (12)

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Part 12 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 5,140 (Sorry🙊)


You began to walk slowly back down through the long corridors, you didn’t really know where you were going to at first, but then you decided to pay Baekhyun a visit, as you were about to turn the corner you heard what sounded like Junmyeon on the phone.

“But that’s not supposed to happen tonight. I can’t. I can’t send my boys out! Two of them are down, there’s not enough of us. No there’s no other way. I –Chanyeol? Ah shit.” Your ears pricked, what was he saying about Chanyeol? You began edging closer to the corner so that you could hear Junmyeon better, when your nose began to itch. You pinched the tip of your nose to prevent yourself from sneezing, but you were a moment too late. Sneezing violently, you threw your head forward involuntarily smacking it against the wall.

“Ouch!” You yelped, rubbing your forehead.

“Who’s there?” Junmyeon stepped out of the corner slipping his phone into his back pocket. “Why are you standing here?”

You shuffled around uncomfortably darting your eyes around the corridor. “I umm… I was just going to the kitch –”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N how much of that did you hear?

You hung your head looking down at your feet, “I just got here, I didn’t hear much but…is Chanyeol okay?” Junmyeon sighed rolling his eyes and grabbing your wrist.

“Come with me Y/N.” Your heart began to race wildly, why wasn’t he answering your question?

“Junmyeon what’s happened to Chanyeol?”

“Nothing’s happened to Chanyeol, calm down.” He dragged you into the board where everyone but Yixing and Jongdae were waiting. Baekhyun was patting the seat next to him signalling for you to sit down; you sat next to him earning a scowl from Chanyeol. Minseok was staring at you with eyes full of hatred as per usual. Usually Sehun would be looking at you with a mysterious schoolboy smirk on his face, but this time around he looked just as hateful and irate as Minseok. You lightly ran your hand across your neck, reminding yourself of the way he had strangled you in that room, if it wasn’t for Chanyeol and Baekhyun you would have probably been dead by now. The thought made you shiver, you dragged your chair a little bit closer to Baekhyun’s in an attempt to feel more comfort.

“Guys we have a problem”. Junmyeon said, taking a seat at the head of the table. “Red’s product launching event is tonight.” He bit his lip nervously looking at everyone around the table. You had to act indifferent and like you weren’t sure what he meant, since they didn’t know that Yixing had told you.

“What! But that wasn’t supposed to be until next week.” Jongin brought his fist down hard on the table. “We can’t go in now, we’re not ready! When did you know about this?”

“Just now, I just got a call.”

“Jongin’s right we can’t do this Junmyeon, we’re nowhere near prepared. I haven’t got any of the safety exits pinpointed or hacked into the security systems successfully yet, Sehun hasn’t got any of the circuit codes, I mean Christ, we don’t even have an escape van at the ready, the one from last night is completely trashed and there’s no way in hell Chanyeol will be able to fix that now.” Baekhyun fidgeted uncomfortably beside you, listing all the reasons why whatever mission Junmyeon was suggesting couldn’t proceed.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to find a vehicle then.” Junmyeon cleared his throat and straightened his back, trying to regain some power and confidence. “Chanyeol how fast can you find a vehicle; the event starts in 3 hours.” You looked at the clock above Junmyeon, it was 9.P.M. right now. What kind of event starts at midnight?

“You can’t seriously be suggesting that we’re going through with this right now Junmyeon. We can’t do this; we’re not prepared at all. I’m almost certain we’ll all die if we do.” Kyungsoo frowned at Junmyeon crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back slightly in his chair.

“Well what other choice do we have Soo? We can’t just standby.”

“Think of this logically Junmyeon!” Minseok banged his fist on the table and rose from his feet; he looked so intimidating from where you were sitting. “We have no preparations; no plan B and we’re two men down. So how the fuck will this work?! Yixing and Jongdae won’t be there to distract the Professor or even Red for that matter so what the heck are we going to do? It’s not possible Junmyeon so just give it up. We’ll have to take a loss this time.”

Now it was Junmyeon’s turn to stand up and bang his fist down on the table. “I can’t just sit down and do nothing Minseok! My brother… Chanyeol’s father… We need to do something God damn it!” His face had turned a bright red by this point and he was looking around the room in panic.

“What about my dad?” Chanyeol whispered frowning towards Junmyeon but he was met with silence. “I said what’s going on with my dad Junmyeon!” he pushed his chair backwards causing it to crash to the floor.

“He’ll be next Chanyeol. He’ll be at the event so he’ll be next. Is that what you want?” Junmyeon whispered and if you didn’t know better, you could swear you heard his voice trembling as if he was trying desperately hard to hold back tears.

“I’ll go find an SUV.” Chanyeol said running out of the room and not looking back. The rest of the boys were silent for a while, looking at nothing in particular. It’s as though you could hear their thoughts buzzing around the room. When finally Sehun spoke up.

“But Junmyeon we can’t do this, we’re still two men down.”

“I know that. But we’re one girl up, right?” He said looking in your direction.

“Oh no, you can’t be serious.” Kyungsoo scoffed shaking his head.

“I’m deadly serious. Baekhyun Sehun, please do as much as you can now, you’ve got two hours.” Junmyeon looked at the clock ahead of him. “Scratch that. An hour and 50 minutes. Hurry.”
Baekhyun and Sehun nodded, quickly standing to their feet and rushing out of the board. You blinked momentarily, why did Junmyeon mention you and what was going on?
“I have an idea.” Junmyeon pointed directly at you “and it involves her.”

“M-me.” You stuttered pointing at your chest and shaking nervously. “No, I can’t. I refuse to be a murderer. I don’t want any part in this.”

Junmyeon rolled his eyes at you “You’re not killing anyone Y/N so shut up. Besides, you don’t get a say in this, everyone in this house follows my orders including you.” Minseok scowled at this statement, but you were sure that you were the only one who had noticed.

“No. No. You’re not using her.” Kyungsoo laughed mockingly and for once you actually agreed with him. “There’s no way we’re taking that with us.”

“Listen Kyungsoo, we have no other choice and we’re going to do this regardless, so just listen.”

“Okay. I’ll hear you out.” Jongin dragged his chair closer. Resting his elbow on the table he balled up his fist and propped his chin against it. “What did you have in mind?”

Junmyeon nodded, sitting back down in his chair. “We all know there’s nothing better old pervert men like more than a sexy young lady right?” He pointed at you. “Exhibit A. Perfect distraction right here. We’ll have her pretend she’s interested in this new drug that Red is launching, once Red and the Professor are out of the way, you guys will do what you need to do. If you need to take anyone out who’s standing in the way, feel free.”
 You swallowed hard. How could he just suggest they kill people if they needed to, and why were they using you as part of their plan.
“The launch will be held in the Hilton hotel; I know that much. Y/N you’ll have to take them upstairs to a room, do whatever you can to keep them out of the way for the longest period of time.”

You scrunched your face up in disgust. “Are you suggesting that I have to sleep with them?!”

“No i’m not suggesting that at all. But use your charms and flirt with them and whatever else it is you girls do to keep a man entertained.” You were so angry right now that you couldn’t even begin to put into words the way that you were feeling, but you knew that you didn’t have a say in any of this.

“I can’t believe you’re actually considering this.” Kyungsoo frowned, looking towards Junmyeon.

“Have you got a better idea Kyungsoo? No? I didn’t think so. Now go and get the arms and stop questioning everything I’m doing.” Kyungsoo stood up with a huff, but went to go and retrieve the briefcases full of ammo never the less.

“Jongin please take Y/N to go and find something to wear, you need to be back within the hour.” Junmyeon said pointing at him, who was sitting across the table. Jongin nodded walking over to where you were sat and holding out his hand towards you.

“Shall we?”

                                                         ***

Twenty minutes later and you found yourself in a dressing room trying on different dresses that Jongin was picking out for you. All of which you would never pick out for yourself, extremely low cut and extremely exposing. You liked to think of yourself as classy and modest and this was definitely contradictory to your usual style. You were trying you third dress now and admittedly you were growing tired. It was a beautiful shade of royal blue, which hung loosely around your waist and had low cuts everywhere that was possible. You stepped out of the dressing room showing Jongin what you had just tried on.

“Will this do?” You asked unimpressed and just wanting to get tonight other with. Sometimes you wondered if Minseok killing you would really benefit you more than being kept alive. Jongin wolf whistled, standing up from his seat and taking a step closer to you. He grabbed you by the wrist and twirled you around.

“Wow. Stunning. I know I would.” He winked at you.

“Eww that’s disgusting. You’re such a pervert.” You pulled a less than impressed face at him disappearing back into the fitting room and changing back into your usual clothes.

“Not true, I just know when to appreciate a good looking woman when I see one…”

You smiled to yourself inside the changing room. He thought you were a good looking woman. You hurriedly got dressed, picking up some accessories whilst you were at it and paying for all of your items at the till.

“What kind of shop stays open this late?” You said grabbing your bag and leaving the shop with Jongin.

“It’s called a 24 hour shop Y/N.” He said sarcastically walking slightly ahead of you. “Anyway on a more serious note,” His tone changed from playful to stern. “How are you feeling, you’re not too scared are you?”

You shook your head. “No Jongin, I’m not scared. I’m petrified. I’d rather one of you shot me.”

“Well that can easily be arranged. Although I don’t really think that Junmyeon wants you dead anymore. He’s kind of got this soft spot for Baekhyun and you seem to be keeping him company some of the time. Besides, Chanyeol hasn’t been messing up lately.”

“What about you?” You asked “Are you scared?” Jongin smiled at you and shrugged his shoulders.

“Me? Scared? Nah babe, all in a day’s work.” Reminding you that you were on a tight schedule, Jongin practically dragged you along back to the house. It wasn’t until this point that you realised just how isolated it was from the rest of town and how run down and abandoned it had looked from the outside, but you concluded that that was for the best, so that the boys could keep their cover. Jongin had let you go to his room to get dressed and do your hair and makeup; You glanced in his mirror and caught yourself by surprise. You looked good and it felt like an eternity since you had dolled yourself up.

“Finished?” He called from outside.

“Actually I need help with my zip, do you mind?” He opened the door positioning himself behind you and slowly zipping up the back of your dress laughing lightly to himself.

“What’s so funny?” You frowned, scared you looked hideous from the back, he lowered his hands and stepped back a little bit.

“What? Oh. No it’s nothing. I just thought to myself this is the type of thing a husband does for his wife you know. It’s the type of thing I’d do for mine.” He smiled sadly and sighed.

“Wait, you’re married?” Your eyes widened in surprised, you didn’t have Jongin down as the committed type.

“What? Oh no no no! I’m not married. But it was just always something that I wanted to do you know. I guess that won’t be happening now though.”

“Oh right. I didn’t have you down as the loyal, devoted type.” Jongin frowned at you when you said that, he looked hurt, almost as though you had just smacked him across the face.

“Why. Because you think I’m some big time player, because that’s what little Miss Princess Yixing told you? I’m human too, why wouldn’t I want someone to love me unconditionally forever?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Well it’s never too late right?”

Jongin laughed emptily. “I can’t get married; do you really think any of us guys here will live past thirty? We’ll probably get killed before we do. And anyway even if I did, what girl wants to get married to a man with a unknown past, no job history, no credit history, nothing. Worrying isn’t it?”

You stood there blankly not knowing how to reply as he had a point and you felt so bad for him.

“Enough talking about me, we need to get ready to go come on.”

                                                             ***

You were sat in the board again, you felt so uncomfortable everyone was staring at you and the way you were dressed.

“You look really different Y/N” Baekhyun whispered in your ear beside you.

“Yeah, can we not.” You shut your eyes tight, pretending to yourself that if you can’t see them they can’t see you.

“Anyway.” Baekhyun cleared his throat, speaking loudly now for everyone to here. “We managed to hack security codes and cameras, so we’ve access to cameras in the main hall the foyer and the first floor, nowhere else, so Y/N please stay away from other rooms that we don’t have access to. We’ve also attached microphones and activated alarms to these watches.” Baekhyun handed each of you apart from Sehun a watch. “We’ll be able to hear everything you say with these. If anything happens press the button on the side, it’ll alert us over here okay. If there’s an emergency and you need to evacuate straight away the watch’s alarm will start to go off, get yourself out of that situation as fast as possible okay.”

“What if I die?” You mumbled under your breath.

“Calm down Y/N, we won’t let it come to that.” Junmyeon said, bowing his head at you quickly.

“We might.” Minseok smirked, putting on his watch and picking up the gun on the table in front of him.

“Here take this.” Kyungsoo slid a taser across the table towards you. “Just in case.”

“Thanks.” You picked it up nervously, tucking it into the pouch you were holding. Your stomach began to churn and your palms were getting sweaty. You’d do anything to be at home snuggled up in bed right now.

“This isn’t going to work Junmyeon, something is going to go so fucking wrong, believe me. We should just abort now.” Minseok said, standing up from his chair and looking darkly at Junmyeon.

“Why do you always doubt me? Stop it Minseok. I call the shots around here. We’re doing this, end of story. Now where the fuck is Chanyeol?”

“I’m here” He said running into the room. “The SUV’S outside, let’s go.”

“Oi Chanyeol. Here.” Baekhyun threw a watch at him.

“Thanks.”

                                                    ***

“So what’s the plan? And someone tell me why the heck Y/N is in this car.”

Junmyeon cleared his throat and began to talk. “Long story short, Y/N is going in as a distraction, she’ll get the two bastards away from the target room and the main party, the boys will then go in and destroy the goods do what needs to be done, they’ll get out and that’s that.”

“But it’s never that easy though Junmyeon and you know that!” Chanyeol was shouting now, stepping on the gas.

“It’s the only way to do this Chan, Jongdae and Yixing are out, we had no other choice.”

“I know they’re out but what the fuck Junmyeon, why are you getting Y/N involved, I don’t feel comfortable about this!”

“You should have thought about that shit the day you brought her to the club.” Kyungsoo said numbly, his face blank. A silence fell among the car and you began to feel nervous, you could feel and hear your heart beating against your chest and it was gradually becoming harder and harder to breathe. You felt Jongin slide his hand over yours and squeeze it, giving you a reassuring nod and though you appreciated it, it wasn’t helping in the slightest.

“We’re here.” Chanyeol hissed darkly bringing the car to an abrupt halt outside the hotel. Causing everyone to jerk forward.

“And if Y/N gets hurt, so help me God, I’ll kill you all.”

You stepped inside the hotel. It was grand and you looked grand. In your elegant dress, tall heels and sophisticated makeup. Minseok, Jongin, Junmyeon and Kyungsoo were all dressed smartly in suits and you had to say they all looked like masterpieces. The interior was amazing, and this was only the foyer. Grand gold chandeliers were hanging from the ceilings, with exquisite paintings and art work peppered around. Jongin bent down to meet your ears with his lips, his hot breath making your body tingle.

“Just follow me until I say so, remember what Baekhyun said about the watch and remember, do not panic.” He slid his hand around your waist dragging you into him.

“Jongin what are you doing?” You shied away from him, but he only pulled you back closer

“You can’t call me Jongin here Y/N. You need to call me Kai. And if I need to I’ll call you Jen okay. Stay close to me. I hope you’re good at drama and improvising.”He nodded at the others discretely and in the blink of an eye they all dispersed, nowhere to be seen, you assumed they all went to their posts. Jongin walked slowly into the main hall with you, hand still draped around your waist. A waiter came over to the two of you with a tray of champagne, Jongin picked up one glass handing it over to you and another for himself. Bowing his head down he thanked the waiter and you continued to walk into the main hall.
“Don’t drink any of this Y/N. Don’t eat anything either. It may be poisoned.” Your eyes widened in fear, you always heard these types of things in films but to think that people actually did this was crazy. You were on a battlefield right now and it was scary beyond belief. Jongin kept his hand around your waist walking around with you a fake smile plastered on the both of your faces.
“You see those two men to your right?” Jongin whispered in your ear. To any others it would just seem as though Jongin was whispering in your ear trying to seduce you. You nodded spotting two men; one in a blue suit and the other in a maroon suit. “Those are the ones that you must distract. The one in Blue is Jay Lee otherwise known as Red and the one in the Maroon is the Professor. We’ll get closer now. Are you ready?”
You weren’t ready at all, but you nodded anyway you had to do it at one point. “Don’t worry babe, you’ll be fine.” You walked slowly over to where the two men were, smiling wider than you ever had before.

“Congratulations on your launch Mr. Lee!” Jongin smiled at Red and also turned to the professor bowing his head. “Isn’t it just grand in here?”

“I believe it is.” Red smiled back at Jongin, “But what can I say, a grand venue for a grand occasion.” He turned his head in your direction, you smiled up at him.

“And who might this beautiful Young Lady be? I must say the two of you aren’t familiar to me.” The professor said turning his attention towards you making you cringe slightly but you kept the smile plastered on your face regardless.

“This Beautiful woman is my wife.” Jongin smiled down at you, squeezing your waist and kissing you on the lips, leaving you shocked momentarily but you pulled yourself back together quickly. That was not in the script. “If you’ll just excuse me, I need to find the Gentlemen’s room.” He bowed his head at the two men. “Darling.” He said, pecking you on the lips again, removing his hands from your waist and leaving you behind with the two men. Your heart began beating wildly it was now show time.

“So, where did a man like that find such a beauty like yourself my love?” Red said to you picking up your hand and planting a kiss on it, making you feel physically sick. You pretended to laugh nervously.

“Oh. We met at a soirée some years back. Although some days I wish we hadn’t.”

“Oh? And why is that?” The Professor asked tilting his head on the side.

“He’s a sweetheart bless him. But he doesn’t give me what I want. What I need. What I desire.” You gave the two men a knowing look.

“What a shame.” The professor said. “You know older men have better experience in all aspects of married life.” He winked at you and you swore you could feel bile rising at the back of your throat.

Your conversation progressed rapidly and suddenly you found yourself in the elevator with the two older men, you were becoming increasingly scared and tried controlling your breathing, what if they forced you to do something you had no intentions of doing. You reached the first floor and stepped out of the elevator waiting for the men to follow you out, but you felt a hand drag you back in again.
“No Darling my room is on the fifth floor, we’ll go up, hmm?” Red said pressing the 5 button and waiting for the doors to close again. You felt your heart hammering against your chest you were petrified. Baekhyun couldn’t access the cameras above the 1st floor. What were you going to do? Suddenly you felt a hand sliding down your body and a mouth attached to your neck. It was the professor he was sucking your neck as though he was a leech and pressing himself onto you. You were doing everything in your power not to cry at this point, but you had to do this you had no other choice. The elevator door pinged open and you were being dragged into the room across it.

Once inside the room you were slammed against the door and being kissed and groped by the two older men. Someone’s hand was roaming under your dress but you had no idea who it belonged to. Pushing two of the men off of your body you straightened up your back and smoothed down your dress.

“I- I should go freshen up.” You said pointing towards the bathroom and making your way over.

“Hmm? Oh yes. Good idea.” Red said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Once inside the bathroom you locked the door and turned on the taps. You frantically began to press the button on your watch that Baekhyun had instructed you to do in case of an emergency because as far as you were concerned this was an emergency. You were pressing and pressing but still nothing was happening.

“Are you okay in there beautiful?” You heard a voice from outside say.

“Uhh-yeah I’m fine, just give me a second!” You called. Turning around, you flushed the toilet to buy yourself more time. Then there was a knock at the door.

“What are you doing in there?”

Oh shit, you thought. “Oh. I’m just coming” you said opening the door and stepping outside of the bathroom. Red smiled at you taking your hand lightly in his and escorting you over to the bed.

“Shall we?” He said, sitting you down on the edge next to the professor, who began swiftly unzipping the back of your dress. “Oh right. Stand up” Red said, making you step out of your dress and dragging you back down on the bed again. He began to kiss your neck hungrily snaking his hands up and down your half naked body.

“You’re beautiful you know that?” The professor whispered seductively into your ear, making you feel sick. He was just about to unclasp your bra when there was a loud banging on the room door causing all three of you to jump up from the bed.

“Jen! Jen Darling! Are you in there?” It was Jongin.

“Yes” you replied meekly, when in all honesty you couldn’t be happier that he had come to your rescue.

“What is a married woman doing waltzing off with two men? How disloyal of you. Open the door, we need to talk, now!” He shouted wrapping his fist against the door.

“Oh give it a rest. I know you’re not married Kai.” You’re eyes widened, Red knew who you were and knew this was all a hoax. “I remember your face, you think I didn’t know you worked for Genesis?”

“Shit.” You heard Jongin whisper from the other side of the door. “Open this fucking door now Red! If you hurt her…”

“What?” Red scoffed “What will you do. Why does the girl matter so much? Hmm? While you’re out here saving this bitch, my men are already out there securing my goods, so stand here all the fuck you want, you’re wasting time Kai!”

Jongin began to laugh from the other side of the door. “My men already dealt with that shit Red, whilst you were too busy being a dirty pervert, thinking you were double crossing me, my team were sorting shit out. Now I’ll ask you kindly again, let my wife go!” Red’s eyes grew double their size.

“Your men did what!?” he rushed to the door. “Lock the door when I leave, quickly before he has the chance to get in” Red said to the professor, opening the door and pushing Jongin backwards so he didn’t have the chance to run in. The professor quickly ran up to the door locking it and smirking at you.

“You nearly had me fooled my love? Why did you lie hmm?” You were crying hysterically at this point, and then suddenly you remembered the taser that Kyungsoo had given you. Grabbing it out of your pouch you aimed it at the professor, backing away closer to the bed.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you baby girl.” He hissed, pulling a gun from his back pocket. You froze where you were, your heart palpitating uncontrollably. Suddenly the door broke down, and Jongin came crashing through. The professor turned his attention to Jongin but kept his gun pointed at you.

“Drop your weapon.” Jongin breathed, pointing his gun at the professor.

“Tell your girlfriend to drop hers first then I’ll consider it.” Whilst the professor wasn’t looking you shot your taser gun at him sending him dropping to the floor and his gun sliding across the room. You hadn’t shocked him for too long, but it was enough to disable him temporarily. Suddenly the water sprinklers came on soaking you to the bone.

“What’s going on?” You cried you looked a hot mess by now, but that was the least of your worries.

“The boys set fire to the produce. We have to leave now Y/N come on!” he held his hand out to you. Grabbing his hand in yours, you allowed him drag you out of the room and to the elevators. You began pressing the buttons frantically, but it wasn’t arriving.
“Shit it’s disabled because of the fire.” Jongin said dragging you towards the stairs, but when you reached you could see flames consuming the bottom of the steps.
“Shit!” Jongin shouted dragging you back the way you had come, into the room you were just in. Opening the window he stood on its sill. “We’re going to have to jump.” He breathed looking at you over his shoulder.

“W-what? N-no, no we’re 5 floors up we can’t jump!” You panicked, taking a step closer to him.

“We have no other choice! We won’t die, if we land in those bushes over there. Or do you want to burn alive?!” He turned his head around to point at the bushes below. “Don’t worry I’ll go down first, I’ll catch you okay? We’ll be fine.”

“No! Wait you can’t –” But he already leapt off of the ledge, into the dark sky and disappeared, from your view. You heard a scream then silence, your breath hitched.

“Oh God! Jong – Kai! Kai!” you looked out of the window and heard a groan, you let out a deep breath.

“I’m fine Y/N, just jump, I’ve got you.” nodding at nobody in particular you took off your heels and stood on the ledge of the window, standing there looking down; you began to lose your colour and the sensation in your body. “Come on, just jump!”

“I can’t!” You cried “I’m scared, I’m so scared! I can’t do this!”

“Hey of course you can do this, it’s okay I’ve got you, I’ll catch you okay? You can do this, but you have to hurry, we have to get out of here quickly, before this whole place blows up. We have to get to the car, they’re waiting for us!”

You took a shaky breath, stepping a little bit closer to the edge pulling your pouch diagonally across your shoulder, you closed your eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere you fucking bitch!” You felt a hand grab you back as you crashed on the ground screaming.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you!?” Jongin shouted.
You looked up and saw the professor standing above you with a gun in his hand, you screamed and cried, your voice hoarse and your throat sore. Standing to your feet you begged and pleaded for him to put the gun down.

“Shut up you bitch.” The professor hissed raising his gun higher.

Two loud bangs rang out across the room and into the darkness beyond the open window.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Jongin shouted “Answer me Y/N!”

RIP Petyr...

Well? I finally watched it. To be frank, I’m not really heartbroken or as upset as I thought I would be. Partly, I think it’s because I was prepared for what would happen. I’m very glad I read the spoilers ahead of time.

One thing I do want to say about that scene and Aidan’s brilliant acting chops…

LIttlefinger did not die… Petyr did. That was Petyr, the boy from the Fingers, the boy who was cut down by Brandon Stark for the girl he loved, Petyr that felt that final sting of humiliation from his past to be the moment of his death. Petyr died and Aidan was magnificent. It’s a testament to HOW WELL he knew this character. You saw him change from LF to Petyr and that was heartbreaking. Yes, he did horrible things. I’m not excusing that. I never have. Petyr was never a good man. But you have to look deeper than that. D&D refused to explore this side to his character WHICH would have given this scene more depth and meaning. During the meeting with Bran, that would have been a perfect opportunity to flashback to Petyr as a child when he was cut down. To see him as he was before he became LF. To see Petyr turn back into that boy before his death would have give that scene such gravitas. That’s what his character deserved after 7 damn seasons. But of course D&D are fucking horrible writers and are all about fan service.

I really must applaud Aidan for that scene. He IS a fantastic and gifted actor. I am actually grateful that some viewers/fans at least recognize and appreciate him for his talent. As I’ve said before, if everyone hated LF so much, I’d say Aidan did a great job as an actor. So bravo, my Irish prince! You were able to take absolute crap and turn it into something worth talking about.

That said, was the plot was still crap? Of course. The entire Winterfell/Stark storyline this season was a joke and so poorly constructed, but I’ve said that many times before now and won’t re-hash it. It was a disservice not only to Baelish but Sansa and Arya as well. It was pointless and stupid and not worthy of ANY of these characters. It was basically the show-runners being shit and writing themselves into a corner and now had to dig their arses out so late in the series.

I do want to add… Bran Stark’s visions has to be one of the biggest cop outs in story writing. It’s so lazy to give a character these supernatural powers when the story has been almost exclusively political game playing. Yeah, there’s dragons, the dead…but Bran can see current events from anywhere/whomever, the past… what was the point of anything if he can see what Cersei is up to? Dany? Iron born? Essos? It’s lazy writing. Instead of giving the character the growth they need to overcome their protagonists, etc… why bother? Brother Bran can see all! It takes away all element of surprise and drama in my opinion.

We see nothing that would convey Sansa and Arya had a meeting of the minds. All their scenes play out with natural tension and suspicion. No one was in Arya’s room but them. Then to have the viewer assume they naturally turned the tables and were in league with each other all along? It’s stupid. If people would set aside their blind hatred of Littlefinger for a second, they might see that this whole plot was a half baked hack job? When did Bran reveal his knowledge? Why BOTHER with a charade on Petyr when they could just have him killed at any time and place for any reason?

Season 5, Petyr stood there and said “Then I will die”. He told he would beg for his life if that’s what she wanted. BUT he wasn’t begging on his knees then even when she threatened to have Brienne cut him down. I don’t think he would have if Sansa gave the order WHICH would be natural considering she just escaped Ramsay. It would have been rational to kill him last season. I was certain he was going to die last season. And you know what? It would have made more sense. Why did she let him live? She said she didn’t need his army. She should have killed him and it would have been more understandable. She could have killed him right after the Vale came to save their arses but she keeps him around and treats him like rubbish…for what? That’s what I don’t get.

Why keep him around this season at all just to kill him off? If Sansa was so irritated by him and didn’t need him, she could have killed him at any time and obviously Royce wouldn’t have cared. She would have still had the Vale if she told him Petyr killed Lysa. This whole plot was stupid and senseless. Reducing a major character, and YES Baelish was a major and important character, a mastermind, the most dangerous man in Westeros… to a lovesick creeper who hasn’t the sense of his former characterization. This season Sansa basically told him to fuck off at every turn. Why the hell was he staying? Why try to plot the sisters against each other? Baelish is not a stupid man. Old Baelish would have been sitting back and plotting like he did with the Lannisters. Quiet and in the shadows waiting for the right moment.

So to have him breakdown this season just screams OCC and unnatural. His whole character was already dead from Episode 1. He only partially resurfaced as he ‘tricked’ Arya and the conversations in the last two episodes.

It doesn’t make any sense. Not for the Stark sisters or Baelish. I think most LF fans knew he was going to die as some point, but we all believed he deserved a death worthy of his character. His character started EVERYTHING since Season 1 began. You don’t show how cunning and smart a character is only to dumb him down because the ‘good/hero’ characters aren’t developed enough. That’s just poor writing and character development. I know I’ve hammered that home before too but it’s true. I like Sansa but to believe she and Arya outsmarted him on their own merits? Nope. They needed Bran to do that and that’s a cop out. Especially, when Bran said in a previous episode that Arya’s revenge didn’t matter, Sansa’s issues didn’t matter, all the political bs didn’t matter because the war with the Night King was more important (all after he met with LF). He treated the girl that saved his life as nothing. Boy, he sure changed his tune quick didn’t he? As well, as someone who says the politics don’t matter, he’s all bent on making sure Jon knows he’s a Targaryen, the true heir to the throne as soon as possible. Jon being the rightful heir isn’t going to give him magical powers to defeat the dead.

Ugh… there’s just no other word for it except lazy. Jon and Dany is so forced it’s cringeworthy. They have zero chemistry which makes it worse and frankly, it’s not Kit’s fault. I’ll give Kit credit. He’s actually been good this season. Emilia is just….omg. She is so wooden it’s actually quite sad. Every scene is the same facial expression. Her fucking dragon died and her face was just ….durrrrrrrr. She was good in Season 1-2 and it’s been downhill ever since. I really cannot believe how bad she is.

I actually want to give kudos to Peter Dinklage! The Tyrion I used to like returned for one damn scene. The scene with him and Cersei was great. Peter is another actor that is just being wasted with shitty writing. It was nice to see him in a good scene.

And I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but I like Sandor now. Honestly, he’s the only character other than Tormund that I can stand this season.

As I said before, Baelish’s character died at the end of Season 4. What Aidan was forced to swallow for three years was a waste of his time and talent. You can see it in his interviews. He’s too professional to say otherwise but you can feel he was not happy with how this ended up, the lack of scenes/screen time over the last few seasons, and he’s trying to make the best of it.

He gave a great performance. Poured his heart out. That alone made that scene bearable to watch.

I’m not longer angry about it. I feel sad because I was very invested in a character I liked. I still like the ship, I don’t care what anyone else says. I love the character still and even if he meets a grisly end in GRRM’s books, then so be it. I’m grateful to be introduced to an interesting character that captured my attention to the point of writing fiction. I thank Aidan for an amazing portrayal and bringing him to life. Both are sorely underappreciated.

If other creepyshippers and Baelish fans are upset and heartbroken, I understand. I fully expect many to jump ship and move on to other things. It’s to be expected and I don’t fault them. We were robbed of good storytelling and I think the bulk of the anger resided in there somewhere. It’s a cheapening of the story and shows just bad D&D are. It’s not just Baelish that has been ruined. Much of the story has too. Other interesting characters were ruined just the same and they were trying to cram too much in too little time. Wasting time on characters/scenes that went nowhere. Creating plots and stories that were pointless other than shock. They hired some great actors and wasted them. Hired some horrible actors and gave them long winded repetitive dialogue and scenes for years.

I think I’m not as upset or sad as I thought I was going to be because we all know this show was shitty but we were HOPING for better. There were some great actors and characters and we just HOPED it wasn’t going to go the way we thought it might. That there had to be something, a twist, something no one was expecting… anything original perhaps that kept us coming back each season. There has to be more to it than Jon/Dany defeats the Night King, they hook up, Jon is the rightful heir and everyone live happily ever after?

Obviously, that is a no. The story is full steam ahead to the dullest, most predictable ending possible with remaining characters that are either anticlimactic and you don’t really care what happens to them now or they are sad shells of their former selves. Even Cersei is turning into a pathetic caricature of herself. Others, you don’t give two shits about.

Littlefinger was really the first and sadly the last of the great protagonists of the story (even though I’m rooting for him and his new pet dragon, the Night King doesn’t count). Now it’s literally good vs evil. It’s been done to death. It’s been done better.

Thank you but no thank you HBO and GOT. I’m done with the series. It’s not sour grapes because my favorite character is gone. It’s merely because you’ve killed off all the interesting characters that made me want to watch in the first place, only to replace them with ones that would have had me switching the channel years ago.

anonymous asked:

Alright here we go I just asked @anarchetypal about this because I am on a Spree™ but I need your take on shithead Ryan. I'm pretty sure you've done this before but I've read all of your everything and I need m o r e

Not sure if you meant just generally or you actually wanted something specific but here we go~

  • Listen, any one of the Fakes would tell you Ryan’s mask is less about hiding his identity than it is about hiding the fact that he is nearly always laughing. It didn’t take him long to realise that with his reputation literally anything he does will be interpreted as threatening and even the most innocuous activities are treated as utterly unnerving. If people knew just how often Ryan was flat out messing with them there wouldn’t be nearly so many desperately worried discussions trying to unravel what depravity the Vagabond is getting up to with a bucket of paint and a dust-buster. 
  • While most of the others find accompanying Gavin as the muscle in a meeting somewhat monotonous and dry (there are exceptions of course, the contacts that Gavin plays ridiculous roles for, or the meetings that go south and kick off, but for the most part its a bit of posturing and trying not to tune out while Gavin does his thing) Ryan always has a ball. Ryan is just about the only Fake who could give Gavin a run for his money in regards to a flare for the unnecessarily dramatic, so when the two of them head off together they invariably go well and truely overboard. Whoever the pair meet with, no matter how well they’ve done their job or how many positive interactions they’ve previously had with Gavin alone will spend the entirety of their meeting tracking Ryan’s movements around the room, absolutely sure they’re about to die. 
  • After watching a few too many episodes of Brooklyn Nine-nine Ryan picks up the habit of making the occasional outrageously out of character confession just to watch people squirm with the realisation that no one will ever believe them if they tell. After all the unspeakable horrors Los Santos has witnessed from the Vagabond none are prepared to entertain for a single moment the possibility that he might also enjoy the Spice Girls, cry in Disney movies or hula-hoop at a competitive level. 
  • Any time the Fake’s accept a new member Ryan tends to silently shadow them everywhere they go for a couple of weeks in full Vagabond get up. Everyone assumes, quite reasonably and with no small amount of blind terror, that the Vagabond is protective, distrustful, and all too eagerly awaiting the chance to kill them off at the first sign of a slip up. In reality Ryan knows just how vetted anyone has to be before Geoff will let them into the family, and just really enjoys toying with their emotions while he can.
  • There’s a narrow window towards the back of the LSPD bullpen - a little unorthodox but the glass is thick and one-way tinted so security isn’t really a problem. What is a problem is the fact that every now and then a member of the force will swear up and down that they saw the Vagabond’s awful skull standing there leering at them through the glass. 
  • Ryan found out, through pure accident, that leaving his mask balanced atop of his hanging jacket is a surefire way to terrify Geoff in the middle of the night. Before it really sinks in he is woken on three seperate occasions by that all-too distinctive shriek; the first incident had the whole crew running guns drawn, the second was met with endless mockery and by the third Ryan just lays in bed, listening to the others thundering into the hallway, and grins. From that point on Ryan just gets more creative about where he leaves his spectre self; the bathroom, the pantry, and on one memorable occasion, suspended right outside Geoff’s door. 
Curses! (Foiled Again!!!)

By Peter Schaefer:

Curses are a traditional element of fantasy stories, legends, and myths. 

The princess is cursed to sleep until rescued. 

A titan lashes out with his death curse as he is killed. 

The devil curses a mortal to spill worms from his mouth if he tries to speak of their bargain. 

Until the hero can overcome the curse, he or she must struggle beneath its weight.

This article focuses on curses that impede the subject’s daily habits and pursuit of goals. 

Larger curses are a matter of story arcs, or entire campaigns, such as the kingdom cursed to remain under a raincloud until the young prince consents to marry the hideous sorceress.

Curses use the same rules as diseases once a creature has been cursed. 

A cursed creature makes an Arcana, Nature, or Religion check after each extended rest to determine the character’s progression on the curse track. 

The relevant skill varies based on what is thematic for the curse: a wizard’s curse requires Arcana; a forest spirit’s curse requires Nature; an angel’s divine curse requires Religion.

A cursed character cannot be cured by successful use of the appropriate skill. 

Most curses end when certain conditions are met, either relative to the target or in some absolute terms. 

Included with each curse is a suggested end condition. 

Individualizing end conditions to a specific game or plot makes the curse more engaging. 

The Remove Curse Spell is another method for removing curses on a character. 

Sometimes, the creature that applied the curse can remove it.

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Landslide: Part One

                                             SUMMARY:

Dayton White (Logan Lucky) x Reader

When a tragic accident happens in the heart of your hometown - you’re forced to go back to the countryside you’d sworn to forget. In the midst of your world turning upside down you find yourself in a state of panic when the familiar face returns in your life, Dayton White. From the time you were young he was labeled in your mind as the man who got under your skin, with the past brimming to the surface - will you be able to fight off the landslide of love?

Word count: 3,804

Notes: Cursing, Character Death, Funeral

Let me know what you think! :) if this gets to 100 I’ll maybe do a part two. :)

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