an unknown quality

Phone battery headcanons

no one asked for this yet I felt I should deliver

Jumin: 95% or higher all the time. Makes Jaehee carry 12 portable chargers for him

Yoosung: literally always on 3% but he has quite an old phone so it holds out for him💪

Zen: lets it get to 1% before he gives a damn. He can’t be bothered charging his phone before that because ?? He’s takin selfies ??? Why would he take out of his selfie time just to find his charger ??

707: purposefully keeps it at 69% 24/7

Jaehee: Jumin never lets her use his portable chargers so her phone’s always struggling at abt 23%

V: he never uses his phone really, so it’s normally at about 80%

Unknown: always either 1% or 100% there’s no in between. No one ever sees it charging tho.

Let’s talk about Silver.

This post is partly a response to this brilliant post by @squid-inspiration and to this equally brilliant one by @twilight-sparx, but also summarizes some of my personal thoughts upon the subject of John Silver. 

Here is the thing: Silver has never really changed as a person, he has grown some, he’s discovered unknown qualities in himself, but ultimately, he is still the exact man we see in season one. The interesting thing is that he has everyone - including Flint, Madi, and probably even himself - convinced that he is a good man when in truth, he absolutely isn’t. 

Silver starts the show as a drifter, committed to one selfish goal - his independence and financial security.  He’s a liar, a thief, and operates under no illusion of grandeur. He’s not necessarily cruel or interested in getting his hands dirty, but he’s unscrupulous. He has no moral principles, he actively refrains from passing moral judgment, he avoids attachment. 

When he allies with Flint, he does so knowing what Flint is capable of. He doesn’t blink an eye when he finds Flint cradling Gates’ dead body. Where Du Fresne has trouble grasping the extent of Flint’s amibition, Silver admires him for it - not because he thinks Flint has a noble goal, simply because he recognizes Flint’s singular dedication. 

Mid-season two, Silver’s priorities start to change. He’s been accepted into the ranks of the crew, he realizes that he has found a grateful audience for his antics, he realizes that he can gain influence, he makes the addictive experience of what it feels like to belong. That’s when his goal changes, and instead of being focused only on his own prosperity, his goal becomes belonging - because he has seen the appeal of it. His loyalty toward the crew - his unability to abandon them - comes as a surprise to himself. 

However, this newfound sense of belonging does not change who he is. It doesn’t change his moral ompass. He remains with the crew not because he’s committed to the cause or lifestlye of the pirates, he remains because he has formed an attachment which is strongly tied to what the crew means to him - what the crew can do for him. Silver is blinded by the new sense of importance he finds in being a quartermaster. He likes the power, the admiration. Acknowledgment and validation. The men like him. The men take his orders. The men listen to him.

Then season three wraps up, and Silver finds something even more alluring. True power. We see him get closer to Flint and grow more confident. Things are going well for him: Long John Silver is born, he finds Madi, he’s starting to be perceived as a leader in his own right. But what he still doesn’t have is any kind of principle that goes beyond what is good for him and his loved ones. His conversation with Flint at the end of season three - it states quite clearly that the most important thing to Silver is his own survival, and the best possible outcome that ensures his continued wellbeing. 

The war has never been Silver’s war. Flint is sorely mistaken if he believes, only for a second, that Silver is doing more than tagging along because it’s the most beneficial life for him at that particular moment. Silver’s personality has not changed, it’s only that he’s found a part to play which holds a different allure - the shiny, new pirate persona is a reward all on its own.

Silver loves Madi. Absolutely. He loves her a lot more than he loves his crew, and the inherent selfishnesss of a love that prioritizes a beloved’s life over those of everyone else becomes most obvious now, in season four. 

That is not to say that Flint, in his own way, is any less selfish than Silver. His selfishness, however, is less centered around his personal needs - emotional fulfillment, other people’s esteem and admiration - it’s focused more on abstract principles that he sacrifices everyone and everything to, even his own happiness.

Whereas Silver sacrifices everyone and everything for the things that bring him joy and gratification. 

For Silver, the question of whether it’s the right thing to exchange the cache for Madi is never even worthy of consideration. The cause has never been important to him, the cause, for Silver, is completely random. The crew no longer matters, loyalty toward Flint or their allies no longer matters. All that is left is Madi and what she means to him

His priorities may change, but Silver is still first and foremost an opportunist. Flint, on the other hand, is an idealist, or at least someone who is willing to deny himself when it means fighting for a goal that he forces himself to believe in. No less selfish, but certainly not more so, and as opposed to Silver, Flint actually has a working moral compass. That’s why Flint hates himself so much. 

All of that doesn’t mean that Silver isn’t capable of being compassionate, surprisingly brave, even loyal as long as there’s nothing at stake. Silver is not a good man, but he’s certainly no worse than any of the other characters in the show. Ultimately, Silver is playing a role, just as Flint does, but I think he’s a litle too convinced that he actually is Long John Silver, feared and respected pirate captain. I think he’s in denial about a lot of things, first and foremost his own responsibility. Just as he’s trying to blame Flint in 4.08 for the things he has done willingly and for his own, personal gain, he has been trying to re-frame his conflict with Billy as something that Billy presumaby made him do. 

For some reason, everyone else (apart from Billy) is buying into this narrative as well. Especially Flint, who has become so attached to Silver that he falsely attributes some of the virtues of James McGraw and Thomas Hamilton to him. 

I really think that Flint is in love with Silver - not necessarily in a romantic or sexual way, there’s very little for me to indicate that kind of attraction. But Flint’s assessment of Silver in 4.08? It’s his infatuation speaking. He’s been conned, same way as everyone else, into believing that Silver is a good person. If Flint has burrowed himself in Silver’s head, as Hands says, the opposite is also true: Silver has wormed his way into Flint’s heart, and he’s what Flint, who has pretty much given up on his own happiness, sees as his legacy. Flint, who wanted Thomas and Miranda as Nassau’s governors, now wants Silver and Madi as Nassau’s pirate king and queen. And while he may be right about Madi, I think he’s sorely mistaken about Silver. 

If we assume that both Flint and Silver survive the show, and end up as they do in Treasure Island, I think that ultimately, Silver will suffer the greater loss. His own sense of self-worth and purpose is now tied so strongly to how other people perceive him, to his new, shiny, position of power, the glory, that I think it will be difficult for him to accept that that he no longer has it. Silver will give up the war, but he will always mourn his own loss of relevance. He will become the Long John Silver of Treasure Island, the old man who was a part of something exciting and important, who can’t get over the loss of something that was bigger than him. A veteran in peace, talking about the good old times. Exaggerating his own importance, his own greatness, and incapable of letting go of the treasure and everything it stands for. 

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can you do RFA+ V + Unknown headcannons were they are just walking down the street and the reader sees Rika (ITS A THEORY BUT I DONT THINK SHES DEAD) and runs off after her and just a little story/ reaction/ response please?? THANK YOU!! LOTS O LOVE

Oh man, be careful for spoilers on this blog!! I’d hate to confirm/deny anything for you. I’ll write this as spoiler-free as possible, okay~? Thank you for the request. <3<3

Yoosung

  • The both of you are eating fish cakes at a street festival when you see just a glimpse of her blonde hair as she turns the corner. You stop dead, barely sure what you saw - it couldn’t be her, right? How would you even recognize her? All you’ve seen are a few photos on the messenger and in the photo albums at Yoosung’s apartment.
  • You’re running anyway before you really realize it, weaving through the crowd and reaching desperately for her. Yoosung’s here, she’d want to see him, right? Maybe she’s looking for him? He’d be so happy if he could see her! You just need to catch her! 
  • You lose her in the crowd, and get lost yourself, among a huge throng of people and clutching onto this stupid fish-stick as the anxiety builds in your throat. Oh no, where is she? Where is she?
  • Where’s Yoosung? God, he’s going to be so disappointed.
  • You try looking for a little more - uselessly, aimlessly  - and then you heard Yoosung shouting from somewhere. You call in reply, and he’s pushing through two people a moment later, reaching out desperately for your hand.
  • He takes it, and you stare at him in confusion. Why’d you run off like that? he says, tearing up a bit because even though he hated it, even though he wanted to be cool and mature, sometimes he still got so scared that he cried a little. What were you thinking?
  • The truth comes out before you can think about it. I thought I saw Rika. If I caught her, you could see her finally. You weren’t Rika, after all. You could never fill the Rika shaped hole in his life.
  • He looks down at you, not sure to react at first, but then - shockingly - he smiles. 
  • Rika must be an angel now, he says to you, patting your head. And she came down to heaven to see if I was happy. I’m so glad she could see me like this, even if it was just for a moment…
  • You throw your arms around him, because sometimes Yoosung is so cool.


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Do You Know What That’s Worth - A WidowTracer Fan Fiction

She awoke from the darkness.

Soft sand caressed her lower body. Tiny toes dug into the sand as water washed over them. The warmth of a etherial sun was the next thing she sensed. Eyes closed she turned her face upwards, absorbing what the sun offered her while her lower legs combined the sun’s warmth with the soft waves of water. She held no sense of who she was. How she came to suddenly exist in this location was unknown to her.

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i did that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i’d like to officially say i know how to draw ½ of my otp now guys aaaaaaa expect a doodle of unknown quality of nate sometime soon

if anyone’s interested i’d be up for doing doodles like these ^^^ high quality and junk, for 10$. otherwise i’m still doing the other thing, for the more sketchy ones, 5$ a figure.

Young! Remus Lupin x Reader Imagine - Mission Wolfheart

Request: A young Remus Lupin imagine, where you are best friends with Lily and the Marauders and you and Remus both have a crush on each other (but don’t think the other feels the same) and Lily and the Marauders set them up?


Okay this may seem a little cliché, and a bit long-winded, but I had a load of fun writing this. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you like it. :) Also the title seems really shitty but James and Sirius made it up, so… it’s a something you should expect, really.

*Also, a bit of a background; your mum died in a Death Eater raid a couple years ago. You never talked about it, but they all knew from the newspaper.

Words: 5,240.


Thursday, Great Hall.

“So,” Sirius declared through a full mouth, “There’s a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. And I thought-”
“Yes,” Lily, James, Peter, Remus and yourself groaned in sync.
Let me finish: I thought we’d go off in pairs, y'know, with the Christmas shopping and everything, like… Prongs’ll go with Ginger-”
Lily glared at him coldly; he ignored her, as per usual.

“Aand, hm,“ he pretended to think, "I guess, Peter, you’ll come with me-”
“Hey, hey,” you interrupted him, in full awareness where this was heading, “What if I want to go with Peter?”
“Well, why on earth would you want that?”
“Uh, I don’t know, maybe cause he’s one of my best friends?,” you bluffed, covering the truth expertly.

“Well, uh,” he seemed stumped for words, “I, um - I don’t wanna be with Remus! He, uh - he farts all the time, and- and, he-”
“Thanks, mate,” the said name mumbled from beside you apathetically.
“Alright, fine, I get it. I’ll go with Remus, you dickhead.”
“Excuse me?,” he scoffed, sounding a little hurt, “What’s so bad about going with me?”
“Nothing, nothing,” you replied airily, taking a muffin from the central basket.
“You really should have more than a muffin for breakfast,” he continued, the other four watching observantly.
“Coming from the guy who eats, like, five calories a day.”
“I’m just saying, Y/n. I mean, considering how many Quidditch practises you have.”

You felt your cheeks heat momentarily under his intense gaze; you may have been close friends, but it still bewildered you slightly as to how much he cared and was involved in your life. Something else caught your eye, however, as you found Sirius to be whispering into Lily’s ear lowly, all the while staring at the two of you.

“Damn right considering how many Quidditch practises you have!,” James snapped at you, “Ravenclaw won the last game because of you, when you let the last Quaffle in!”
“Shut the fuck up, Prongs, ‘cos I assure you, that loss was not because of Y/n. Maybe if you took your eyes off of Lily for one second, we would’ve won,” Remus’ voice sounded incredibly strained, as if he were enraged at the second-hand insult.
“Woah, hey, no need to go all Moony on me,” he retorted, the Marauders proceeding to wolf down the remainders of their breakfast.

A/n: Get it? Wolf down? Ah, the worded gold my brain conjures lmao… back to the story.

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Night Court Aesthetics

Feyre: throwing paint against a wall to watch the colours run together, finding shapes in the clouds, the feel of soft feathers against skin, feeling the texture of rough paper through a brush, a cliff face battered by the endless tide that endures eternal, the feel of soft grass between bare toes, the glimmer of light at the end of a long black tunnel, the sight of a brewing storm on the horizon, 

Rhysand: shooting stars, an open and endless sky offering eternity, the lingering comfort of total darkness, emerging from thick smoke, billowing cloaks, the rush of air and sound that accompanies take-off, the scratch of pen on paper and the flow of ink that follows, reading until late into the night and forgetting the world around you exists, smouldering embers, the limitless freedom of flight

Mor: the dawn light filtering in through the windows, echoing laughter, running down castle corridors in flowing gowns, the click of high heels on marble, shattering chains, roaring white hot wildfire, summer storms, dancing until you can’t breathe, throwing yourself from a cliff without being sure how deep the water below is 

Azriel: the mist that lingers over the ground on a cold morning, dancing shadows conjured by fire, a still forest pool, the quiet that follows the aftermath of chaos, cold hands on warm skin, the glint of light on the edge of a dagger, the feel of coming home after a long day

Cassian: cleaning off a bloody blade, wrapping hands ready to fight, grasping forearms and pulling someone to their feet when they’re down, shield walls, the feel of clothes sticking to sweat slick skin, matching tattoos, dressing for battle, defiantly standing firm before an oncoming hurricane, the feeling of your heart hammering so hard against your ribs it feels like it might burst

Amren: glowing treasure troves, opening an old book to the first page, hot blood steaming in cold air, the sound of nails scraping against stone, the distant rumbling of thunder, smiles that promise violence, wind so strong it rips at clothes and screams in the night, the unknown quality of a depthless ocean

George Harrison, John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Stuart Sutcliffe at the Indra, 17 August 1960. Photo © unknown.

(A poor quality scan of this has previously been posted on the blog - here - but courtesy of The Source, this is a far better quality image.)

“The exis had nicknames for them all - John was the Sidie Man, George the Beautiful One and Paul the Baby One.” - From The Beatles, the authorized biography by Hunter Davies