also i would write to that address!!

James Madison should've had his own song!

Madison deserved his own song that would be either a waltz like “Your Obedient Servant” or jazzy like “The Room Where it Happens.” Ooh, or both!

Title: “Out-Write, Wrong!” because, going by the play, his WHOLE THING is that he also wrote things, but was completely over shadowed by Hamilton. He wrote the Bill of Rights and 29 of the Federalist papers (which IRL may be more because the 51 credited to Hamilton, some of those may also have been Madison’s). ALSO in the workshop version of “One Last Ride,” Washington says something like. “I need you to help me with my Farewell Address. Madison wrote the first draft and it’s a mess!”

There’s a WHOLE arc there that’s not addressed, of Madison wanting to be recognized, in his own right, for writing as much as Hamilton did. (You can tell with his “Which I Wrote!” tone in “Washington On Your Side”). But he gets COMPLETELY overshadowed by Hamilton, to the point that his accomplishments are just briefly mentioned in a line or two.

So I would love to see him take on that same attitude as Burr and Jefferson towards Hamilton. He clearly still respects Hamilton (telling Jefferson to get Ham on his side in “The Election of 1800”), but I think animosity is there in the fact that he’s more meek and less aggressive than Hamilton, so no one is giving him his due with his papers. We get to see this intense sort of rivalry one-on-one from Jefferson and Burr with Ham, but not from Madison at all.

I’d like a song sort of starting out like “Obedient Servant” and shifting into “The Room Where it Happens.” Of course a rap-like diss-track could work too (the one time we could see sick little Jmads blow off some steam)!

As for the title I came up with? It’s outright wrong that Ham gets more credit than Madison for out-writing him. ;-)

Maybe in the song, he’s singing and complaining about Ham in his POV as Jefferson is getting back from France? It would tie in to the “My friend James Madison red in the face!” line before he explains what Ham has been doing. (Sort of the way “Satisfied” immediately follows “Helpless,” but from Angelica’s POV).

Even better, to not ruin that transition from “What’d I Miss?” to “Cabinet Battle 1,” it could also probably come in after “The Room Where it Happens” as the Democratic-Republics are gearing up for their one-on-one with Ham in each song. And as James is singing, Jefferson comes in near the end and encourages him to stand up for himself as they plot against Hamilton.

….Jmads needs more love basically.

How To File A Complaint with the CW

So, I got some asks and submission about this yesterday after my rant about the Bucklemming episode. I have returned with information for those of you who wish to complain like me.

Snail Mail:
The CW Television Network
3300 W. Olive Avenue, Burbank, CA 91505
Email:
feedback@CWTV.com

There are also addresses for local CW stations in most cities, but I’m not sure sending letters to them would have any impact, as they don’t really impact what programming happens. Please consider this option as the network doesn’t necessarily read your tagged tweets or Tumblr complaints. We need to contact them directly at their office if we have any hope of righting the wrongs done to the show.

In your letters, I suggest directing complaints to Robert Singer, Brad Buckner, and Eugenie Ross-Leming.

I do not suggest writing a novel for your complaint, either. They won’t read it. Be succinct, direct, and polite. Treat it like a business letter. Send lots of complaints. Get everyone you know to send complaints. And keep sending them as often as you can until we get answers. If you’d like help, here’s an example of the complaint I wrote. Feel free to use and modify it at your discretion:

I am writing to express my dissatisfaction with how the producers and writers of Supernatural, most specifically the writing duo Brad Buckner and Eugenie Ross-Leming, are handling the show. Many long-time fans, such as myself, are becoming increasingly disgusted with how these two writers are, frankly, interfering with the show’s success. Buckner and Ross-Leming continually pen offensive themes such as needless rape mentions and female degradation and call it “plot.” They have also gone as far as to kill off beloved characters for no discernible reason. Examples include Kevin (POC), Charlie (LGBTQ+), and most recently Eileen (deaf). A large portion of the fandom finds these actions to be harmful to the show as a whole. We are aware that Supernatural is a horror show, and also that character death is a given. However, these characters are important for minorities and those of us who identify with their strength and dignity. Buckner and Ross-Leming not only consistently undermine the fans and the characters, they disregard fan concerns and take pleasure in angering us. For such a prolific show, writers should do better than this. I am not suggesting that fans should have creative control over a show, but that the writers should understand the show and its important themes and characters. Buckner and Ross-Leming most certainly do not. A show such as Supernatural should not have to succeed in spite of its writers, but in the case of  Buckner and Ross-Leming, that is exactly what it’s doing. Viewership numbers, episode rankings, and social media trends support the claim that Buckner and Ross-Leming are negatively impacting an otherwise fantastic show. Therefore, it seems reasonable that they should be replaced by writers who understand and love the show as much as the rest of the crew. Please consider this going forward. Supernatural is a TV phenomenon that deserves better than what it’s getting from two writers who appear determined to ruin it.

I’ve addressed the situation so many times

So many times I’ve thought I did the right thing

I don’t know how many more times I can do it the wrong way before I give up

I don’t know how to get this right

Could you please just tell me how you feel, it would make this a lot easier

—  existential-words

Really the more I watch the older episodes, Grif is kind of like that babysitter that you think is absolute garbage, but always knows where those POS kids are.

  • He’s the one to give Sarge CPR when Sarge got shot in the head
  • He’s the one that goes to Simmons when Simmons is having his mental breakdown in season 4
  • He jumps into action when Donut steals the flag in season 1 and is getting chased by the blues
  • Is genuinely worried when Donut gets captured by the Blues
  • He wants to dig Sarge up after the “funeral”. Simmons would have just left Sarge in the hole
  • Grif is immediately concerned with getting his sister home. Failing that, he makes sure the Blues will treat her ok before letting her into Blue Base
  • When Donut shows up in Valhalla, Grif is the first to notice it
  • Grif volunteers to go with Caboose on what sounds like a very stupid mission to rescue Tucker
  • In a deleted scene, Grif goes up to Epsilon to see if he can fill some of the gaps in his memory thanks to Caboose’s story telling
  • Fighting the Meta and Washington to rescue Simmons
  • Jumping on the Meta’s back to steal the Grifshot so that the Meta was a little less deadly
  • Being genuinely distressed when Sarge looked like he was doing a suicide charge.
  • Getting so stressed out during his time with the New Republic about their missing team members and the progress of the New Republic troops that he emulates Sarge.
  • “I spent my whole life following orders I want to do, I’m not going to make someone do that for something I want.”
  • And generally just being an emotional constant for most characters to bounce off of.

And in return he gets 

  • His life threatened constantly
    • “Simmons, I want you to poison Grif’s next meal” “Yes Sir!”
    • All of Red Team’s emergency plans
    • All of Sarge’s plans start with his death
    • Remember Fake CT? “Tell me what you’re doing here, or I’ll kill the orange one” …. ….. …. “Yeah, you’re a little new around here. That’s not going to work.”
  • Gets SHOT at repeatedly
    • Sarge is the biggest culprit here, but Simmons has done it
    • dont forget the time Sarge shot him with a TANK
  • Generally belittled and mocked

Also you remember the other time that Grif tried to leave? Back in Season 10? When Church and Lina wanted him to go after the Director? Church called him selfish for wanting to leave then too, The rest of the Reds only stood behind him then, it seems like (at least to Grif now) because it was also something they didnt want to do, not because a member of their team was being attacked.

5 pages letter from May 21st, 1984 by Ted Bundy (x)

Dear Diane,

I have received your letter from May 1st, I apologize for taking so long to answer it. Thank you for writing to me.

You say that you have written to me on two previous occassions. I’m sorry, but I don’t recall those letters.

In your letter you speculated as to the possible reasons why I didn’t answer your earlier letters. I’d like to comment on your theories.

1.I’ve many letters from total strangers.” You’ve a point here. I do receive many letters from people I have never known (I agree with you, by the way, that “there are no strangers in the world, only people we haven’t met.”)

The main problem here isn’t so much the time I’d need to answer took me, that problem can be overcome. All I need is the motivation. I made little or no effort to write back to people like yourself, but lately I have been because … well, it’s not easy to say actually. I guess I just feel free to in a way I wasn’t before.

No, the real problem I have in answering you and others who write to me is a straight forward for me: I don’t have the stamps.

People don’t send me stamps or stampered, self- addressed envelopes (note: Here he makes reference on the right where it says:“Let me correct what I just wrote.”) Sometimes people will enclose a stamp or two but they are for the exception.

I’m not being critical, Diane. That’s just the way it is. I can’t send people letters if I don’t have stamps.

So I have to conserve the few stamps I have for people I have known for years, especially my wife and family. Only when I have what can be considered an extra stamp or two now-and-then do I respond to the (illegible) of correspondence I have from other folks.

Believe me, I don’t expect people to send me stamps. I don’t imagine that it occurs to people who write to me that I wouldn’t have just one stamp to use to write them back. But as I’ve explained, there are many letters that each need only one stamp.

And it may also be that people assume (illegible) heard rumors to the effect that I have money, or friends or family with money. I don’t, and (whatsmore), I don’t receive a nickle from many of the books, articles, TV programs, or (illegible) films about Ted Bundy. Nothing. Nada. Zero.

That’s fine, too. I don’t want any of that money and I don’t need it. The fact is I’m broke, and while I can handle that, it also means I can’t afford stamps to go on letters to you. So it goes.

Excuse me, I’ve made too much of the stamp (illegible). It doesn’t bother me actually, it’s just the way it is.

2.My wife doesn’t allow me to answer letter from other women?

This is the second theory you propose. Perhaps you were being only half serious on this one. No problem. Of course, if you knew my wife, Carole, you would understand immediately that isn’t the case.

3.You are too busy to write a lot of just friends letters.

I’ve already addressed this point, though briefly, earlier on. Time is not a big factor here. Or is lazyness. It can be, though.

I find that I have more than enough to keep my days (illegible) from 5 in the morning to 11 at night. I’m rarely bored. However, contrary to what you assumed, I do not work with legal matters.

Generally, (illegible). I find the law too limiting and doctrinaire the way it goes about separating people. But that is another story.

So while I am being in a relaxed, controlled, and positive way, there is time to write just friends, occasionally, attorneys, the time available is limited and there are many people to write to. It’s also important that I feel inwardly moved to write to a certain person, and I don’t always feel that way. I have to be conscious of my inner flow and that is another story too.

I enjoyed your letter and enjoyed writing to you. Again, excuse me for taking so long.

X.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I haven't read the Narnia books and I'm curious about why Susan isn't a friend of Narnia or something like that anymore, can you tell me?

okay so theres this misconception that lewis scorned susan for being interested in traditionally feminine pursuits (make up, fashion, etc) but from my pov lewis didnt leave her out for simple interest in being pretty but rather because thats all she cared about
she made fickle and shallow pursuits her top priority and turned from her siblings and narnia
to be fair she was in her teens and early 20s and people are allowed to like what they want but for a time she still chose fickle friends and parties over the love and support of her family and choices have consequences 

narnia didnt abandon susan
susan abandoned narnia

theres also the misconception that susan would forever be separated from narnia and her family because of the decisions she made as young adult but lewis wrote letters to children who were concerned about susan saying that he still had hope that susan would reach aslan’s country one day but that it was a much more adult tale than he was willing to write and he even encouraged the girl he was addressing to try writing it herself

while its rather depressing that susan was stuck alone at 21 after the deaths of her entire family in one train wreck i find her (and edmund’s) story to be the most realistic 

most people lose their way at some point in their life and it takes more effort than people like to acknowledge to get back to the person you know you are
its not easy and its not fun and it definitely isnt something i would expect to find in a book for young children

susan pevensie was given the hard road but that might just make her the most realistic of all her siblings

Certain as the Sun: VII

Here is the next part to Certain as the Sun. ***WARNING: EXTREME EXPLICIT CONTENT***  I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as it killed my heart to write it. (That’s all the spoilers I’ll give. Please prepare yourselves). Sorry it’s also super long.

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I could think up about a million different possibilities as for why the hell Tamlin had sent for me to be brought to the Spring Court and none of them involved him letting Feyre go so that she could return home with me.

When I had first received the note from none other than the High Lord of the Spring Court himself, Amren had advised me to ignore it.

“It’s a trap,” she’d said, eyes blaring. “What good reason would he have to send for you?” When I’d addressed the rest of the Inner Circle as well, they’d had similar thoughts. There was one thing we all agreed upon, and that was that Tamlin had not invited me to his home for a nice brunch and some polite conversation.

When I’d tried to reach out to Feyre again I had been met with that dark, infinite void. She had not contacted him at all since she’d returned once again to the Spring Court. And although I was certain she must possess some perfectly good explanation unbeknownst to myself, it still struck some sort of chord that she had severed herself from me so thoroughly.

Nevertheless, I had agreed to meet with Tamlin. Morrigan and Amren were both waiting just on the outskirts of the Spring Court should I need their assistance. I’d ordered Azriel to take to the skies and keep watch from there, Cassian flanking my side. Normally, their roles were reversed, but in great thanks to that bastard King of Hybern, we still had not found any cure for Cassian’s ruined wings.

He had not yet come to terms with it, and over these past months, I could tell that there was something that was a bit off about my fellow Illyrian warrior. I could not begin to imagine the pain that came with being without your wings—for Illyrians we’d sooner lose our lives than the one thing that kept us from being fully tethered to the ground. Every day that Cassian chose to continue was another that my respect for him grew.

Even if that did mean getting rip-roaring drunk with him more than usual.

“Well, Tamlin’s certainly got a flair for the extravagant,” Cassian mused upon coming face to face with a ridiculously gaudy table sat decoratively in a corner. It seemed to have no use whatsoever besides showcasing Tamlin’s less than desirable personality traits.

No sooner did the words come from Cassian’s lips did a servant come to take us to wherever Tamlin was hiding out. He was a small, young Fae. Exceedingly pointed ears were a light shade of green at the tips, his eyes wide at the sight of the two warriors before him.

The boy swallowed before speaking. “Master Tamlin has ordered me to fetch you,” he said, fighting to stop his voice from quivering so much. “Please follow me.”

He promptly spun on his heels and walked out of the room, not bothering to ensure we were following him.

As we were led through the utter maze that was the Spring Court dwelling, I was shocked at how many memories were associated with this place that had once been like a home but was now nothing more than a living hell.

Finally, the boy led us to a set of dusty rose-colored double doors. His timid fingers lightly rapped on the door, followed by a, “Come in.”

As one we all filed inside. The room was big and spacious, a single table set with four chairs instead of just three did not escape my notice. This particular room had been peculiarly made with mirrors on three of the four walls, as well as the ceiling, giving it the illusion that you were standing in a pool of Starlight due to the sun that refracted off of them.

And standing at the lone window in the room was none other than the High Bastard himself.

Tamlin turned upon hearing our arrival, a welcoming smile adorning his lips. “Rhysand. Cassian,” he greeted. As he made his way over to us, I noted that his choice in clothing was just as flamboyant as his furniture. He wore a finely tailored red tunic with bright silver trimmings, grey pants, and black boots. His hair graced past his shoulders, and sitting atop his head was the infamous Spring Court crown. It looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“I trust you made it here without any trouble,” he continued.

“Your trust is accurately placed,” Cassian said with more than a hint of malice.

Tamlin just nodded, keeping that pleasant smile on his face. “Well, please sit. We’ve much to discuss.”

Neither Cassian nor I moved.

“I don’t have time for whatever mind tricks you’re trying to pull, Tamlin. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that that is one area—of many— that my performance supersedes yours,” I replied coolly.

That smile drooped ever slightly.

“I don’t see your Lady floating about,” I remarked. “Keeping her locked away for fear I may meddle with her mind again, are we?”

“Funny you should mention her, actually,” Tamlin’s eyes glittered with something that had my senses on high alert. “Feyre,” he called, “would you please join us?”

A moment later I heard the doors that we’d entered just a few moments ago open and then shut once more. I forced myself to breathe, not to react, to calm myself as Feyre came into view.

She was wearing a dress similar in fashion to what Tamlin was wearing, a pretty diadem sat upon her head. Feyre did not glance our way as she rushed to Tamlin, her lips meeting his as soon as he was within arm’s length.

Tamlin scooped her into his arms, Feyre leaning into his touch as his hand moved further south than should be permitted in front of an audience.

Cassian was taut as a bow, his hands clenching and unclenching were they were hidden behind his back. It took all my strength not to turn Tamlin’s mind to putty then and there, and I could tell similar thoughts were indeed running through Cassian’s mind as well as we were forced to watch helplessly as our High Lady shoved her tongue down another man’s throat.

“How are you today, my love?” He asked. She smiled broadly, one she had only ever graced me with when she was incandescently happy.

“I’m well, thank you,” she replied, beaming at him. “I got some more paintings done today.”

“Did you?”

She nodded, biting down on her lower lip, eyes sparkling. “I was feeling oddly inspired this morning…perhaps due to—”

“Either we get on with whatever business, or the two of you get a room and we leave,” Cassian interrupted. As much as I wished I could say that I would have been able to stand there for a few moments more and let them go about their business, it was killing me to see her this way.

When Feyre had visited, she’d told me she had to do things to keep up appearances. Things that she was not proud of. She hadn’t specified at the time, but there was no need. I knew exactly the kind of things she probably had to do to keep up the facade that she was hopelessly in love with Tamlin.

And yet, the wrath deafening my ears came as a surprise.

Indeed, it was one thing to be told, and another entirely to experience.

“Feyre, you remember Rhysand, I’m sure. And the other is Cassian. His…advisor.”

I couldn’t help the low chuckle that came as a result of his words. “You think you will anger me by disrespecting not only my title but a member of my court as well. It will take much more than a few insults, princeling, for me to reveal my true self.” His brows rose. “And I assure you, your claws would not like to become acquainted with my talons.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes calculating.

Finally, he spoke. “You know what? You’re right. So very right, Rhysand. How foolish of me to think I could rile you with belittling you insignificant and, frankly, foolish court of savages anyway?” My teeth set. “It would take something much more…personal, I think.”

It took less than a heartbeat for Cassian to have his swords drawn, me reaching out to strangle Tamlin’s mind as the room was flooded with ten guards. They all immediately came at us, and I was more than prepared to fight our way out of this cursed kingdom with Tamlin tisked.

“Spill a drop of their blood, and your beloved mate loses her head.” It took me a moment to realize what he was saying, an infinitely longer moment for it to process. For when I looked at where Feyre had once been standing like another pretty piece of Tamlin’s furniture, she was now being held by three guards.

I forced my face into a mask of calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you crazy bastard.”

His brows rose in mock surprise. “Oh really? You’ve no clue that Feyre is, indeed, your mate? That she’s been pretending this entire time to love me when really, she had staged everything just to infiltrate the Spring Court. A spy within my own walls, hiding in plain sight.” He paused, as if waiting for me to answer some unspoken question.

“Well then, if you have no feelings whatsoever for our lovely Feyre, here. I suppose you’ll have no problem watching this.” I watched as he snapped his fingers and a table decorated with over a dozen lethal weapons, a whip, and strangely, a bed appeared.

“As you know, the punishment for such treason is death.” He stalked towards Feyre, whose eyes had gone devoid of all emotion. As if she’d shut herself out of her own body. With one finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry for this, Feyre. I really am.” A regretful shake of the head and then, “Get on with it, boys.”

Immediately, Tamlin’s guards began to strip Feyre, yanking at her dress, tearing at the pins and beads in her hair until she was entirely naked before us. Once finished, Tamlin handed a long, black whip to the nearest guard. Something winked at the end of the whip—glass, I realized with unabashed horror.

“You’re going to whip her to death?” I asked, somehow still managing to keep my voice utterly bored.

Tamlin shrugged. “We’ll see how well she holds out.” He nodded at the guard, and I was sure my heart cleaved itself in two as Feyre took in a deep, shuddering breath, preparing herself for the pain that was sure to come.

The guard’s arm reared back, time seeming to slow as his arm came down.

The resounding crack of leather on skin was one that would haunt me for many centuries to come.

Feyre only released a strangled cry, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from calling out. And that was how it went as the guard whipped her again, and again, and again. I lost count sometime after fifty.

I knew that Feyre’s back had stopped healing itself when she finally released a cry so full of agony, it was all I could do to stop from ripping that whip from the guard’s hands and using it myself.

Tamlin allowed the guard to bring down that leather ten more times before he finally said, “Enough. Get her up.”

They heaved her up, Tamlin slowly circling around her like a lion before its prey. When he was once again facing her he murmured, “Get on the bed.”

Feyre looked at him, her eyes burning like liquid amber. But she did not respond, and she did not move. Only stared at him with a look that promised death in the future.

“Get on the bed, Feyre, or I will instruct my guards to seize your mate’s cousin and bring her back here.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Pretty little thing isn’t she? Bright red lips, beautiful honeyed hair. The only family Rhysand has left if I recall correctly. It’d be a shame for dear Rhys to be the only left of his name, wouldn’t it?”

And then Feyre looked beyond Tamlin, her eyes locking with mine. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” they seemed to say.

“I’m going to kill you.” My voice was quiet, but it was filled with a vow I had every intention to keep.

Tamlin didn’t turn to me as he said. “I don’t believe you’ll have the chance.” He inclined his head toward the waiting bed. “Off you go, Feyre.”

She hesitated for a moment, gaze still locked with mine before she obeyed.

“Now, Rhys, since she is your mate I figured I’d offer. Would you like to have a go? Feyre has…well, not really two choices but two possibilities,” he finally turned to meet my gaze. “Either you join her in that bed and fuck her…or I will, gladly, as you watch. You’ve thirty seconds to decide.”

“Rhys.” I looked over at Feyre to see her shaking her head, her eyes swimming not with tears, but with a sort of determination that only came with acceptance. “Don’t do it. Do not agree to this.”

“Feyre—”

“I’ll be fine,” she promised.

“Feyre—” Cassian tried.

“I will. Be. Fine,” she said, sternly this time.

And I wanted to believe her, I really did.

I wanted to believe that this wouldn’t be the thing that broke her, being raped by the man who had once claimed to love her. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle with her, even after being whipped. The man who had once been thought to be her savior, lover, friend.

But Tamlin was none of those things.

And I couldn’t, not for the life of me, believe that she would still be Feyre after this.

“Alright,” Tamlin sighed, “I guess I’m—”

“I’ll do it.”

“Rhys—”

“Now, now, Feyre. Let him finish.”

Cassian turned to me, anguish in his eyes. “Rhysand, you don’t—”

“I’ll do it,” I repeated, ignoring him. “I’ll sleep with her.”

“Well then,” Tamlin grinned, “I don’t believe you need me to instruct you on how to go about your business.” He gestured towards Feyre, towards the bed, my damnation.

I watched in horror as Feyre fought back tears at my approach, and all I could pray for was that she’d one day forgive me for this, for this sin I was about to commit.

She slid to the side as I rid myself of my clothing, by back to Tamlin’s gathered audience. Her eyes never left mine as I finally joined her on that bed.

“It’s alright,” I whispered my lips at her ear. “It’s just me. It’s just me.”

She couldn’t respond, she was shaking so hard. I’d never seen her shaking so violently. Feyre lifted my chin with her finger, her head shaking.

“Don’t stop looking at me,” she begged. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I won’t.”

Slowly, Tamlin be damned, I made sure to honor her body, despite all of the new scars, worshipping all of her newly inflicted wounds. I wanted Feyre to know it was me, that despite this terrible act we were being forced into, it did not mean that I loved her any less.

When I finally connected our bodies, she let out a slight gasp, her eyes, now swimming with tears, still never leaving mine as I moved, my body cocooning hers, careful of her wounds.

“I’m here,” I whispered down the bond, “I’m here. I won’t leave you. I love you.”

But all I was met with was an infinite void.

anonymous asked:

You think MikaYuu will actually be canon? People always says "it won't be canon 'cause OnS is a shonen" or "it won't be canon 'cause OnS is written by a male" but I really don't think these are valid arguments. (love your blog. sorry for bad english)

Those arguments are silly. There’re actual shonen mangas with LGBT characters.

Yu Yu Hakusho was a shounen, written by a man and has gay characters and in HxH it’s kind of hinted that killugon is a thing too, because Togashi supports LGBT.

Shingeki no Kyojin has Ymir and Historia too, and it’s written by a man.

At the very least, Shonen jump might not want it to be canon but *shrugs* then all he would have to do is not pair them with someone else and hint at mika/yuu. (Like korrasami)

Bad arguments made by people with low-quality thought processes tbh.

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The Joker x Reader - Job Application”

You infiltrated Gotham Bank’s headquarters two weeks ago as a mortgage specialist. You need to retrieve as much information as possible about their vault and then make your move. Until then, pretending to be normal and actually come to a regular job sure is boring as hell. Thank God you have a husband that is equally bored without his Pumpkin, this way he can make your present day better with the “Job Application” you just received from him in the mail.

“Mrs. Doll?” one of your co-workers knocks on your cubicle’s wall, handing you over an envelope marked as urgent as you nod a yes to answer his question.

“Thank you,” you smile when you recognize J’s handwriting on the small package:

To: Mrs. Kira Doll (which is your alias for this inside job) URGENT (to be opened only by the addressee)

From: Mr. Jo Ker

What is he up to? you wonder and open the envelope as soon as the guy leaves.

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Princess, I heard you guys are hiring so I’m applying, the little note on top of the first page lets you know.

               GOTHAM BANK JOB APPLICATION

First name: Jo

Middle initial: B (=Batsy sucks –there was no other place to write this down)

Last name: Ker

Date of birth: When I was born, I guess - duh!

Age (optional): is just a number

Current address: Penthouse (main) but you can also reach me at one of my hideouts

E-mail: DaddysKinkyPrincess  (this really is his e-mail)

Aliases/ Previously used names: I’m not making this up- Mister J, King of Gotham, Clown Prince of Crime

Your smile gets wider. And you unconsciously start biting your nails, amused and continue to read.

Preferred nickname you would like us to use if you get hired (optional): Daddy; Oh my God, yes! (My wife says this a lot in the bedroom so it counts)

You snort, giggling.

Sex: Masc _ Fem _    as much as possible

Eyes: very blue. My wife says she gets lost in them (although she got lost on her way to the kitchen once and I swear it wasn’t my fault).

Hehehehe, escapes your lips again and you struggle to keep it down but it’s hard.

Height (optional): Tall. My Queen says and I quote: “I will climb that like a tree!” (and she does)

Weight (optional): Ask my Doll, she’s very familiar with my weight, if you get my drift XD

He actually wrote that down: XD. You try so hard not to laugh like crazy. You don’t know what got into him but you sure love it.

Position desired: that’s a tough one, it depends what I’m in the mood for- top, bottom, against the wall, couch, floor, desk, car etc.

Current occupation: Sex God, gangster

Wow, that’s a good one, you think, not bored anymore, entertained to the maximum.

Reason for leaving current job: I’m not, just bored without my Kitten

Skills: Killing, stealing, blackmailing, rough sex, excellent kisser

Weaknesses: none. Hold on, I thought it said “witnesses”, LOL. But still none. Actually, my wife insists she’s my weakness so to get her off my back, mark her as my weakness.

Ahhhhh, you sigh, touching your blushing cheeks, how sweet.

Hobbies (optional): staring at my wife’s ass, undressing her, showing her who her Daddy is, aggravating Batsy, breaking out of Arkham, looking sexy with no effort

You are so flattered right now: aggravating Batsy came after “staring at my wife’s ass” and you feel on cloud 9.

Special accommodations you might need/ requests: I wanna get laid tonight- three times, but actually striving for four

And he hand wrote this:

                         Accept __      Decline

There is no option to decline so you mark an X next to Accept

You also include a note with your response:

             Dear Mr. Jo Ker,

Thank you for your interest in obtaining a job with our company. We are pleased to inform you that due to your impeccable application and resume you are hired.

You grab the stamp on your desk and stamp your paper with: HIRED.

And also sir, you will get laid tonight.

Special requests: pink champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, bubble bath, background music (Baby, I told you before your moans and my screams don’t count).

                        Accept __    Decline

And you don’t give him the option to decline, but you kiss the paper next to Decline, so that your red lipstick makes it better.

You put everything into a new envelope, mark it as URGENT and sent it to one of the PO Boxes you have across the street inside the postal office. The Joker has one of your henchmen waiting there for sure.

After about 3 hours, you get a small package. You impatiently open it and your note is marked with an X by Accept for your request. You look inside and you see a pair of black, lacy thongs on the bottom of the tiny box with a sticker on them.

You take out the sticker and can’t help it but laugh with all your heart when you read it:

Dear Madam,

Wear this for tonight, no strings attached - literally: it’s a very skimpy piece of lingerie.

Thank God he was bored at home because this made your day and you have to make sure to thank him tonight the best way you know how. It’s going to be fun:

                 Accept _X_     Decline


Also read- Masterlist:

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

anonymous asked:

I am always very impressed with how confident you are with your endgame theories. After all the of the countless instances of romantic tropes and subtext, and bisexual coding being subverted with last minute "no-homos", throw-away female love interests, and flat out denials from writers, CW execs, and actors [Jensen], how are you able to be so positive and sure that Bi!Dean and Destiel will come to fruition canonically and on screen?

Because I don’t like to live in misery and worry. Why waste energy on being negative when it is such a lovely and positive story in it’s entirety. I don’t see why they wouldn’t and Destiel is just a part of the story.

@margarittet and I today were discussing how the show is literally like therapy.

It addresses (among other things):

- mental health
- romantic relationship problems
- familial relationship problems
- toxic dependency
- self worth
- sexuality 
- sublimation
- faith
- familial rejection due to being different, with a heavy undertone of faith and sexuality
- found family
- mental abuse
- physical abuse
- sexual abuse
- child abuse
- mental and physical disabilities
- alcoholism
- fear
- and through it all HOPE

The characters have dragged themselves literally out of the pit of despair on so many occasions and grown to learn how to be happy. If the show does end in death or not fulfilling their endgames then this is missing out on the absolutely key point, that they have taken themselves from darkness towards light, that they have overcome these things and are an amazing role model for anyone with any of these kinds of issues, that there is HOPE at the end of the tunnel.

I just don’t see why they would do that or why I therefore would personally worry about them not doing it. IF for some weird reason they didn’t, say it got randomly cancelled (I don’t think this is likely) or if TPTB veto a part of it then I think there would have to be a bloody good reason as the set up is exactly that all this will be subverted, that the characters are going to get a happy ending, because they deserve it and as a mirror to people in real life it would be a real kick to the bollocks if they didn’t, given the heavily relatable and long drawn out focus on the above issues. Yes it is absolutely true that there may be a reason why they don’t, I don’t write the show, I just talk about what I perceive to be the endgame and what makes sense to me and this is it. Don’t take it as verbatim that it is DEFINITELY going to happen, I mean, I’m not a prophet, it just doesn’t make sense to me otherwise due to the key points of the whole show, not just Destiel.

I mean, just the fact that season 13 is set up as a reverse-mirror to season 1 is precisely to show us how far they have come since then, leading into their endgame.

Bi!Dean and Destiel are for me completely written into the script and have been for a LONG time. Performing!Dean since the pilot (and boy have we got textual confirmation of this now), Bi!Dean since soon after and Destiel since… well honestly since at least 2x13 if not since 1x12, that Dean would find acceptance in himself by endgame and also find love with an Angel. The exposition of the lack of faith is a clear and standard trope. It’s nearly as good as “I just don’t like X, that X is precisely what the character is going to love by the end of the movie”.

Bi!Dean and Destiel are clearly for me in their build up to becoming canon while Performing!Dean was the part that needed to be addressed first, and it WAS.

I wrote a post a while ago pointing out all the other things that the meta writers have been right about, that were confirmed this season, just to kind of prove the point as to why would we/they be right about so much and not about this, when these are two of the things we write about the most.

CAN I ALSO POINT OUT THAT ENDGAME MEANS… ENDGAME. That worrying that it didn’t happen in, say, season 8 or whenever, is totally pointless when the point is that it is going to happen IF it is going to happen, by ENDGAME. We literally CANNOT know until then.

Anyway… I like the story, it makes total sense to me I’m not going to spend my time worrying about it potentially not happening when it doesn’t make sense to me that it wouldn’t.

I bet you Sherlock and John were pen pals when they were little, they just don’t remember it. Like Sherlock would have really cute bee stationery his mum bought him  - without lines, because he’s too old for lines - and one of those address stickers but with bees on them. And he wouldn’t really want to have a pen pal at first, because who needs those, and also, the name is stupid, his mum makes him write in pencil anyways. Which is okay because he has one with honeycomb designs. But his mum signs him up anyways and he gets a letter from John in the mail, and his letter has pirate stationery and Sherlock thinks this is so cool and Sherlock (Billy) writes to John about pirates, and John returns with another letter complimenting him on the bee stationery and asking him how he made the address sticker, and it just goes on until they get a little too old for pen pals, or John moves away. And years and years later they’re living together and in love and Rosie starts getting older and Mrs. Holmes thinks she should get a pen pal too, but who even does that nowadays, like no one, it’s an old-fashioned concept, but Mrs. Holmes gets her these fancy address stickers and Rosie just needs to use them, so she does. And she shows John and Sherlock her first letter and asks them to take her to the post office to mail it out and they both see the bee address label and think….oh

Some Off-The-Cuff Writing Editing Tips bc I’m Writing and Editing Today

I’m editing my essay and splurge-writing my novel today: after doing the editing it’s become harder to free write without editing, as is my policy for this novel draft, because I’m hyper-aware of all the flaws haha

so, some tips, to get them out of my head:

If you have to read a sentence twice, that sentence needs clarifying or simplifying. All your sentences should make sense without interrupting the flow of reading. Maybe you need to switch some clauses around, break it into shorter sentences, or simplify the language. This can be really tricky, I know; sometimes it feels like, ‘this is the only way to say it!’ If that’s the case, leave it and come back to it later; it might make more sense then. 

Leave your writing for at least one day before you edit it. You can edit immediately after finishing writing something, but if you do, you should go through it again another day. If your writing is so fresh in your mind that you remember every word you wrote, your brain might be filling it what it remembers writing rather than letting you read what’s actually on the page, and you’ll end up skimming and missing some typos. You’ll read it too quickly, thinking I know what I wrote. I usually get my dad to read for typos, because he’s the slowest reader I know; slow reading = better typo-finding.

If you have used a colon and/or a semicolon more than once in a sentence that is not a list, it needs to be two sentences. The same could be said of dashes but - as exemplified here - a pair of dashes forming a sidenote is fine. Also, don’t try to use semicolons if you don’t know how; god knows I wish I could turn back time and erase them from my vocabulary because I do know how to use them and boy do I use them, waayyy too much. modern writing doesn’t really need them. 

As my professor once wrote on an essay I handed in, any sentence that goes on for six lines is too long. Yes, I actually Did That. 

Think about terms of address. This is big issue in my novel atm; the pov switches from chapter to chapter, and the characters are getting to know each other slowly so the terms of address will change not only from chapter to chapter, but also as the story goes on. You may call that character by their name in your head, but maybe your narrator would call them by a nickname, or by their surname/title. This is, believe it or not, actually somewhat applicable to essay-writing too: the amount of times I’ve almost referenced a familiar academic or character/figure by their first name…

Unless you’re writing sarcastically/ironically, in first person/inner monologue, or for children/childishly, exclamation marks in the narration usually read badly. I’m sure it can be done, but it’s usually best to avoid it. Unless you’re using the exclamation mark to indicate a tone of voice, consider if it’s deflating rather than adding to the tension of your sentence. It’s a voice-focused piece of punctuation and should really be reserved for speech or inner monologue. 

Adverbs are not evil (despite popular opinion), but double adverbs are usually a bad idea. The same goes for double adjectives. If they describe two different things or two different aspects of a thing - eg, pink and white stripes, walking slowly and carefully, or silent and deadly assassin - you can get away with it, but only sparingly. If you have two adverbs/adjectives that say basically the same thing - she was quiet and shy, this is correct and true, she writes plainly and clearly - scrap one, or find a new word that better encompasses the subtleties of both. If you’re using a lot of adverbs, maybe question whether the verbs need to be talking louder instead. But remember, no entire word group is inherently bad, c’mon writing tips people why do you want to destroy adverbs??

‘Purple Prose’ is not evil either, but consider where your metaphors/similes/description may have gotten too extensive and broken the flow of your writing. Too much of any one thing clumped together can ‘clog up’ your writing, so consider if maybe certain chunks of description - or monologue or speech - could be making this section monotonous, and maybe break it up with something else or shorten it. Variety is helpful for keeping people interested. 

Have you jumped? By this I mean, have you stopped talking about one thing and gone straight on to something totally different? Jumps can be okay, as long as they’re clearly signposted, and as long as the end of the last section and the beginning of the new one are well-closed and well introduced respectively. Any big gaps need to be at least slightly bridged. Alternatively, you could not jump at all and fill the gap in. 

Are you overusing or repeating one word or phrase? I once read a biography of JK Rowling that used the phrase ‘deliriously happy’ for every single good moment in her life. I hated that phrase by the end. Try not to use the same word or phrase to describe everything. It can be hard to spot this in your own writing so beta readers are helpful here. WARNING: this does not go for ‘said’! You are allowed to use ‘said’ and other simple words as much as you like! people will, however, pick up if you use a more specific word too frequently. A comment on my last graded piece was ‘stop saying understanding’ - I’d used it three times in two sentences… 

I’m sure there’s lots more, but that’s all that comes to mind right now. Please remember that these are TIPS and note RULES - there are no ‘rules’ to writing, you do you, this is just what helps me and some common things my teachers have advised me against

please add your own tips to this post and let’s make it into an editing masterpost!

anonymous asked:

i haven't heard abt what's going on with arryn... do you know what happened, or somewhere i could read about it or something?

askl;slakds im tired from work so this is a rlly bad tldr, but basically arryn made a thread on twitter addressing people getting their hopes up about the bmblb song implying blake/yang would become canon since it was an explicitly romantic song, mentioned how she still loves and ships the bees too but didn’t want us to get hurt taking the song as canon since the writes never confirmed that since it’s jeff’s song, and that there’s no affiliation to canon and the main show since it’s an extra song

also people sent arryn hate and i’m pissed about that because all she did was explain the situation in an extremely kind way because she didn’t want lgbt fans getting hurt by assuming the implications were canon

A. Ryder Log #23

Aria and Jaal attend his cousins wedding on Havarl, and one thing quickly becomes clear.

His family has already accepted her as their own. Especially the kids.

Jaal x Ryder, Post-Game, Established Relationship.

Thanks to @ariannadi for essentially being my Beta ♥ And gonna dedicate this chapter to @lynngo-art because holy hell, their Angara Babbie sketches just kill me with cute, and have basically become how I picture/write them now. So thank you for making wonderful and inspiring art! ♥

This got long. I’m sorry (not). Also on AO3 under ‘The Misadventures of Aria Ryder’. Enjoy!


When the invitation first arrives, Aria is confused.

Not because it’s from Jaal’s cousin. Not because it’s an invitation to her wedding.

It’s because it’s addressed to her.

“Why would she send it to me, instead of you?” Aria’s sitting at her desk peering at the email on her screen, wondering if she’s missed something, “I mean, I’m happy she wants me there - wants us there, obviously, you’re mentioned inside the letter - but why only send it to me?”

“Darling One, you are over thinking things again.” Jaal is laughing as he comes up behind her, hands landing on her shoulders to knead at the tense muscles, “This is simply Etta’s way of welcoming you to the family.”

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anonymous asked:

How would you write Season 4 of Girl Meets World?

Hmm… If there was a season four of GMW, here’s what I would do:

1. I would re-establish Riley/Lucas just to get them to realize that their relationship wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be (Perception v. Reality).

2. I would also have Farkle and Smackle start to question their relationship. While I like Farkle and Smackle, I think that there are some things in their relationship that need to be “properly” addressed such as Smackle’s insecurities about Farkle’s feelings, etc etc.

3. After all the relationship stuff is done, I would spend a few episodes giving these characters some much needed development. I would focus on them as individuals and really tackle some pressing issues while developing them as their own characters. I don’t mind the fact that the show has focused on them as a group so much, but I want to see these characters gain more depth, especially Lucas and Zay.

4. I would also address the Riley and Maya dynamic consistently throughout the season. (i.e. Light/Dark, Good/Bad). I would spend a good chunk of time developing these two to function independently of one another. I’m not saying that they wouldn’t be together so much as I would just like them to grow away from one another to find out what they really like/want out of life. These two operate the best when they are in a balance - too much push from either “side” throws them off and I think it would be really good to explore that.

5. I would also give some much needed attention to developing friendships outside of the group. While I know they are a tight-knit group, I think it would be good (and realistic) to show these characters interacting with people outside of their group.

6. And finally, I would also go back and deal with Lucas/Maya and Farkle/Riley properly (i.e. Girl Meets Love).

So I guess this is more of a “what A.I. wants” rather than a “how A.I. would write season four” lol. Anyways, thanks for the ask!

anonymous asked:

What you did with the penetration station was awful. In trying to expose a bunch of bullies, you guys went to the extremes and back even calling them the 'penetration station'. You guys have such a large following and to exploit that and make such a big matter over something that should have been solved personally? Honestly, what makes you better then them? I'm sorry but I've lost a lot of respect for the writers I once highly looked up to.

I’m genuinely disappointed. Sure these people were problematic and bullies and I’m not trying to downplay their mistakes but I sincerely hope you see mistakes in the way you guys carried this out too. Your asking many people not to send hate- but that’s exactly what’s going to happen considering the lengths at which you went to outst them. Sure you can go tell your followers not to hate on them but you set them up to be victims of bullying too. Are you pleased?

Considering this is the only message I have received on the matter, I am going to answer you because I believe I need to make a few points of my own and clear up some of what you have said. Prepare for this to be a lengthy response.

1. They named themselves the Penetration Station. That was what they personally labelled their friend gang, and what they tagged their posts involving the friends involved in the incident as. There is no reason in the absolute slightest that we would call them such a name outside of the fact that this is what they called themselves, and this is what their readers knew them collectively as.

2. Do you really believe that we did this without any thought? The personal/private route was the first one we deliberated, and making that post was our last resort. Do you really think that we wanted to do this, that we thought we would be heroes by exposing those screenshots? We thoroughly considered all options, and unfortunately, the post went from our last resort to our only resort. What we have also discovered since putting up the post is that sure, if we had handled the matter privately, it would have been away from the public eye and the issue with Ave might have been solved. But there would have been a fair amount of other worse bullying incidents that they were doing, which we had no clue about until yesterday, that would have continued on without our knowledge. 

3. We are in no way happy that this is the route we had to take. Do you see any of us on our blogs celebrating and boasting the fact that they have removed themselves from the community? No. We are not saying that they deserved what they got. We are not trying to pit anyone against them. I keep seeing it be brought up that us strongly advocating to not send them hate is not going to stop the hate, but would you rather we never said anything about sending hate at all and let anyone have at them? Us saying that was to make people stop in their tracks and consider their actions before they go forth and do something that stoops down to their level. We knew that negativity would be a consequence of spreading the awareness about these bullies in our community, so all we could do in this case was do our best to firmly put out that we do not condone, nor support the sending of hate mail.

4. Large followings or not, that was not our focus in the slightest. We never thought: “We have bigger followings, so the support will be on our side,” in this case. We did not band together based on the fact that each of us have decent sized followings either, and rather because we are all good friends with Ave who she trusts. All we were doing was taking the measures we had to in order to protect Ave, and also numerous other members of the writing community who were having worse occur to them without our knowledge.

5. Although you have not addressed it here, I would also like to say that yes, the post could have gone without that final line about the tea. But if any of you are going to allow that one line to completely offset the entire attitude the post, then so be it. That is your decision to make.

6. They never apologised to Ave, which is the one thing that we wanted to come out of this situation because then, we would have been able to slowly forgive their actions and let bygones be bygones. Yes, they made apology posts, but their expressions of regret were directed at their friends and the network. They never directly apologised to her. The only one of their group who has been the bigger person and come forward to apologise to Ave is Jaz, which is commendable of her and we appreciate that more than we can express.

Am I pleased? No, I am not pleased in any way about this having to occur. None of us are. I am beyond against call outs, so personally, for me to be involved in this is a big display of the matter that we had no other options. I have said to myself many times: “This could’ve been avoided if we never did the post.” But what I have come to believe more strongly is: “This could’ve been avoided if those girls never bullied Ave and Candee, and did worse to other members of this community.” 

If you have lost respect for me and the other writers involved in the post because of this situation, then that is your call. We are not forcing anyone who is not comfortable with our last resort decision to support us as writers. Just know that this never could have been a private matter that would have been completely resolved, as much as we would have preferred it to have been done that way.

The Universe (Lin x Reader) Soulmate AU Platonic

WC: 4185 (I don’t think I’ve ever written a one shot this long before)

A/N: I’m basing this off of a fic I read a little bit ago that had this same AU. I thought the idea was great so I wrote my own fic with it. For clarification, Writing will always be italicized, and Lin’s will always be bolded. I’m really proud of this one!


When Lin turned 20, he received a notebook in the mail. It was red and spiral bound, looking pristine as notebooks of the same kind did when you first bought them. This notebook wasn’t for the countless lectures left in Lin’s college career. Instead, it gave him a form of communication with his soulmate. The pages were blank, meaning Lin had turned 20 first. There was no way of knowing who was on the other side until they were in possession of their own notebook.

Lin sat down with his nicest pen and wrote the first entry.

Dear Soulmate,

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#27clubsurvivor

some of you might know this already, but for those who don’t: Adore is gonna do a birthday tour this year and i’d love to give her something special! scrapbooks have been done before, i’m aware, but it doesn’t make it any less heartfelt.

you can contribute letters, fanart (PLEASE!!), video greetings, poems, songs or just a picture (like … of you with a ‘happy birthday’ sign, a M&G pic, Adore inspired look or something). i’m open to suggestions. get creative! i will include a CD so video greetings/digital art etc won’t be a problem.

i’d appreciate anything, really.

yes, i’m super early with this, but i want to give everyone (including my lazy ass) enough time to prepare something beautiful for Danny, because holy moly, he deserves it so much. you can take your time, but a short “i wanna do something!” would be great.

the submission box is open or i can give you my email address or twitter, instagram or whatever. write me, we’ll figure something out.
since i’m gonna move at the end of august anyway, you can send me actual handwritten letters/fanart/birthday cards/envelope-sized gifts etc if you want to (but i’ll have to make sure you’re not some kind of creep first lol also: i live in germany, so pls think about postage)

even if you don’t want to participate, please reblog this or tag people who might like to contribute something ❤ ❤ ❤

deadline: september 10th

Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 1 - Sansa and Jon

Having seen the episode, I know that a lot of people are a little confused about the Sansa and Jon interaction in the meeting hall with the Northern Lords. It was confrontational and aggressive from both sides.

I can understand Jon wanting a united North to face off against the Night’s King and his undead army which now also includes massive giants. It makes sense to have those houses pledge themselves to House Stark and fight for them. But…. Sansa is also right in saying that the Lords who did fight for them, and who lost men on that battlefield when they fought for House Stark. Lords from much smaller houses and fewer men also deserve to be rewarded for supporting them when there was no guarantee that they would win. Could they have done it better, of course! But we need to keep in mind that they haven’t been around each other for a very long time. They are used to being on their own. Suddenly being thrust together and having to work together is going to be learning process and not something they’ll figure out overnight.

It wasn’t this scene that made me mad though, it was the one after it, where Sansa is trying to get through to him and he keeps ignoring her. It’s like he’s deliberately not listening to her. At the end of Season 6, Jon tells her that they need to trust each other and yet he continues to not trust her. She told him before the BotB about the traps Ramsay lays and that they will not get Rickon back. She even explains to him why Ramsay will never let Rickon go and Jon throws it in her face saying that her advice was far too obvious. And yet on the battleground, Jon fell for the trap, hook, line and sinker. If not the Knights of the Vale, they would have all died. But no, this season, he’s conveniently forgotten all that. Trust goes both ways and as someone who has repeatedly suffered at the hands of those Sansa had trusted, to say that she has trust issues would be a serious understatement. But I digress. Throughout that entire scene, it seems more like Sansa is talking at him and he only hears selective bits and pieces. When she tells him that he must be smarter than Ned and Robb, he once again throws it in her face, saying, “How should I be smarter, by listening to you?” And she replies, “Would that be so terrible?” By this point, she is imploring him to listen to her. And promptly after this, after reading Cersie’s message, Jon once again disregards her council. She’s lived at King’s Landing and she lived with Ramsay, would it be so outlandish to think that she can offer valuable insights. She tells him not to ignore the threat Cersie presents and Jon just disregards her.

I get that this is the training period of sorts but if Jon continues to behave the way he does, things will not go well for them. Which leads me to address the notion that Sansa will betray Jon which I just think is implausible and it would be awful writing. Throughout the above scene, while trying to get through to him, Sansa is also telling him that he’s doing a good job and the people respect him. She’s trying to build his confidence. That doesn’t sound like someone trying to tear you down. It would have been so easy for Sansa to tap into his insecurities and make him believe that he’s doing a shoddy job but she doesn’t. When LittleFinger approaches her, she shuts him down and doesn’t entertain him. One could ask, why continue to keep him there? Well, I believe part of the reason she hasn’t asked him to leave is because she doesn’t trust him and she’d much rather keep him where she can keep track of what he’s up to. Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.

In the promo for next week’s episode, the commander of the Knights of the Vale I think, says that a Targaryen can not be trusted. Well, once it is revealed that Jon is also a Tagaryen, looks like it won’t be easy for him to hold the North or Winterfell. But that won’t happen for a while I think. I have a feeling that Bran will reveal that bit of information to Sansa alone considering that Ayra is back on her way south to King’s Landing. Also, this puts a spanner in my theory that Arya will help Sansa kill LittleFinger. Guess, it’ll just be Sansa now, and maybe Brienne will help but I don’t see her do anything that would being dishonour to her knighthood. I’ll be happy as long as he’s dead and far away from Sansa.

CS FF: Say You Won’t Let Go

Summary: Emma struggles to accept Killian abandoned her, as Snow lends her advice and support.  Meanwhile, Killian fights to get back to Emma.   (My version of things.)

Rating: G

Note: So this is how I would write things if I wrote the show.  I fully expect Emma to feel abandoned because of her past issues, but I did not like that second sneak peek.  While drunk Snow might be amusing, that’s not who Emma needs right now and I don’t believe Emma would just try to move on so quickly, no matter how much she was hurting.  So this is pulling bits and pieces of what we know from the promo and sneak peeks.  Also, I have no clue how Jasmine, Aladdin, and Agrabah fit into this story, so I am not even going to address it.  I just wanted to make it so Killian could get home, they could reunite, and work through things.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Say You Won’t Let Go: Part 1/1…

Emma sat in the dark in the living room all night long.  She hoped that he was just out getting some air, doing some thinking, putting a bit of space between them.  She never imagined that he would leave her.  Abandon her like everyone she ever loved who had come before him.  Not him.  He was the one person who would never do that.

Every time she heard even the slightest of sounds, she jumped up from the couch and ran to the door, throwing it open.  And, every time, her heart sank into her stomach at the sight of an empty porch and snow falling before her.

The house seemed so empty without him.  When she had bought this house as the Dark One, the house Killian had chosen for them, she had imagined it filled with her family and with him.  She had even imagined their future children running around it.  She had never imagined being alone in it.

Emma didn’t go upstairs until the sun had risen into the sky.  She moved to Killian’s chest that sat on the floor in their bedroom.  She opened the top, her heart sinking once more.  A bag and some of his belongings were missing.  

Her worst fear had come true. He had abandoned her.  He had left without saying a word.

Emma reached around her neck and removed the necklace with the ring hanging on it that he had given her.  While he was in the Underworld, she had used it to feel close to him, to feel connected. After all they had been through, how could this be how it ended?

Tears stung her eyes, as she clutched the ring to her heart.  

“Where are you, Killian?  Please come back to me.”

Killian pounded his fist against the porthole.  

“Bloody hell!  I need to get off this damn vessel!”

Nemo sighed.  "I realize you are frustrated, but abusing my submarine will do you no good.“

Killian’s eyes flared at his old friend.  "You don’t understand.  Emma’s going to think I abandoned her.  If I hadn’t changed my mind, then I was going to call her to say goodbye. To explain that I would be leaving until I could be the man she deserves.  I knew I couldn’t bear to tell her face to face.  I would lose my courage to leave.  But then I spoke to Snow and I knew that leaving was not the answer.”

“I’m sorry things happened the way they did.”

“Emma is going to think I am just one more person who abandoned her.  I always swore I would never be that man.  And she is in danger.  Gideon won’t stop until he has eliminated Emma.  I have to find a way to get back right now!”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.  We need Kraken’s blood to be able to cross realms, of which we have none.”

Killian sighed heavily and sank down onto a barrel.  "Every minute I spend down here is killing me.  And I might never see Emma again if Gideon has his way.“  He paused and met Nemo’s gaze. “We need to get that Kraken’s blood.”

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