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Hush Hush Saga Starters - Patch edition Pt. 1

                                 Quotes from Patch Cipriano in Hush Hush and Crescendo


  • Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
  • I’m your guardian angel.
  • If I’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.
  • I’m crazy…..about you.
  • Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?
  • I’m keeping a lot of things from you. Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
  • I smell that bad?
  • I feel it here, in my heart.
  • I want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.
  • Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn’t.
  • It’s hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.
  • Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.
  • I don’t want your money, Angel.
  • Guard your body. I take my job seriously, which means I’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
  • It stays, Angel.
  • Careful. They might think we’re flirting.
  • All this time, I’ve hated myself for it. I thought I’d given it up for nothing. But if I hadn’t fallen, I wouldn’t have met you.
  • Call me ________. I mean it. Call me.
  • Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
  • The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.
  • I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
  • You’re mine, Angel. You have me forever.
  • Let’s be honest, ________. You’ve got it bad for me. And I’ve got it bad for you.
  • What kind of prize are we talking about?
  • I’m about to get lucky.
  • What good is a body if I can’t have you?
  • I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
  • I’m happier right now than I ever remember being.
  • Killer skirt. Deadly legs.
  • Nobody’s called me that in a long time.
  • I’m not good, but I was worse.
  • Interested? We’re talking about you. I’m fascinated.
  • Not that kind of ride.
  • This is why I keep you around, _________. Always seeing things from the bright side.
  • He’s not worth it…..and neither am I.
  • The subject’s pulse increased on contact.
  • I’m keeping a lot of things from you.
  • Did you just bite me?
  • I don’t think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.
  • I must be crazy for putting up with it.
  • But it made you blush.
  • The higher up, the harder the fall.
  • Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, ______.
  • How much you want to bet?
  • You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
  • There’s all kinds of right. On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.
  • Your lack of faith hurts.
  • I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break.
  • Do you sleep naked?
  • I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
  • ❝You haven’t regretted me once.❞
  • You’re mine, Angel. And I won’t let anything change that.
  • I hate to break it to you, but it’s red. I could light it on fire and it wouldn’t turn any redder.
  • Jump. I’m not going to drop you.❞
  • If you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
  • I’m hard to resist.
  • As it turns out, I’m in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I’d planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you’re ready now…
  • I’m a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.
  • Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?
  • You’re getting cocky. I like that, Angel.
  • That might be cute if you thought it was true.
  • Let me put it this way. Our emotional connection isn’t lacking.❞
  • I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re looking a little deranged, Angel.
  • Well, well. Five days a week isn’t enough of me? Had to give me an evening too?
  • You want me to come clean, I will. I’ll tell you everything. Who I am and what I’ve done. Every last detail. I’ll dig it all up, but you have to ask. You have to want it. You can see who I was, or you can see who I am now.
  • Door’s locked. And we have unfinished business.
  • Now that’s what I call a scream.
  • Jerk? You’re the one spying in windows.
  • Relax. Now pivot your hips — it’s all in the hips.
  • You keep life on a short leash. You’re scared of what you can’t control.
  • Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
  • Just curious what my competition is.
A List of Quotes About the Doctor and Rose

“From the moment they meet, the Doctor and Rose are soul mates. They understand and complement each other.”
– 
Russell T Davies

“To all intents and purposes, it’s a love story, really, the Doctor and Rose. Rose is clearly in love with the Doctor. And as time goes on we realize that he’s rather fallen for her.”
– David Tennant

“She’s the one woman, the one human, that can make him better – that can make him a bigger character, a better man.”
Julie Gardner

“It’s a love story. It’s like love at first sight, in a way.”
– Christopher Eccleston

“What Rose brings to the Doctor’s life is completion. It’s completing a circle – he’s male, he’s alien, he’s a traveler. Between the two of them together they complement each other and discover each other. And are in love with each other – absolutely, unashamedly, unreservedly.”
– Russell T Davies

“I think it’s like all these relationships, like Mulder and Scully and Moonlighting, you know.”
– David Tennant

“Obviously and quite overtly, really, the subtext of this show is that the Doctor is hopelessly in love with Rose.”
– Steven Moffat

“You want Rose and the Doctor to be having a good time, going for a nice candlelit meal and, you know, maybe even the snog that we all know they really want.”
– Julie Gardner

“It was what Russell had schemed, really, and there was an idea that the Doctor would imprint on Rose, like a sort of newly hatched chick. He would adopt Rose’s way of speaking.”
– David Tennant (on why his Doctor has an English accent)

“The Doctor and Rose love each other. I think it’s that simple.”
– Euros Lyn

“The Doctor is literally thrown into this bizarre new circumstance before he’s properly gotten himself together after saying farewell to Rose, who was the love of his life.”
– David Tennant

“He’s a very damaged and closed man. She brings that out of him. She brings him back to life. She widens his horizons.”
– Russell T Davies

Oh, it’s SO love. I don’t care what anyone says. The Doctor and Rose love each other. HOW could they not? You can’t have the best times in the world – in the universe, go on all those journeys, have that much fun, sacrifice yourself to save each other. They absolutely love each other.”
– 
Julie Gardner

“He knows that Rose mustn’t come back and that it goes against all the laws of space and time, and yet the chance to get to see her again is clearly something that he’s very excited about and delighted by.”
 David Tennant

“I don’t think they really ever question it, they just get on with it but there’s this kinda suggestion, you know, that there may be some romance. I think she’s quite in love with him.”
– Billie Piper

“He loves this woman so much.”
– Julie Gardner

“I think Rose was unique in the sense that she loved him and he loved her back. And it was more than just a hint. It was deeply emotional.“
– 
Freema Agyeman

"You want it to happen, but at the same time you don’t want it to happen. It’s one of those weird things. It’s like Ross and Rachel.”
– Billie Piper

 “In the end I sort of though we created a companion who was so alive and dynamic and so wedded to the Doctor that you’d need a whole universe to contain her in. The only way to get rid of her is to send her into a parallel world from which she can never return; otherwise she would stay with the Doctor forever.”
– Russell T  Davies

“The whole thing has been building up to them meeting each other. You couldn’t bring Rose back and deny her a meeting with the Doctor.”
– David Tennant

“When the Doctor met Rose, that was a very different Doctor, that was a lonely, damaged man; his entire planet had been wiped out. Rose helped him move on from his terrible grief he’s been dealing with. She knocks off the Time Lord edges and humanizes him just as he Time Lords her. They were what the other was lacking, they are inseparable.”
– 
Russell T Davies

“There’s a part of her that feels very comfortable and very attracted to this new Doctor because he is the same guy, but clearly he’s not and clearly she’s saying goodbye to this other man that she’s been in love with. For the Doctor himself there’s just another heartbreak and another tragedy and he’s back on Bad Wolf Bay where he last experienced this, he’s saying goodbye again and bidding farewell again and this time it’s closing forever and there’s no going back. And in gifting her this other Doctor he’s not really allowing himself to go back either.”
– David Tennant

“You know the thing is, I’m always quite full on when I kiss him as Rose, because she has this, you know, desperate love for him.”
– Billie Piper

“Obviously and quite overtly, really, the subtext of this show is that the Doctor is hopelessly in love with Rose and trying to impress her. And then a younger better looking guy with the better gun turns up and he’s so annoyed.”
 Steven Moffat

“Just in the terms of acting a scene like that, if Rose is over there, and she’s all you want in the universe, and you’re desperate to get to her, you’d want to be able to run flat out, wouldn’t you?”
David Tennant

“From first holding the Doctor’s hand to a farewell on a beach, Rose is the Doctor’s reason to fight, to endure, to ensure there’s light in the darkness. Together they can achieve anything. As Episode 9 describes it, they are the stuff of legends.”
– Julie Gardner

“Finally they get to this wrecked, deserted, night-time, battered, Dalek-invaded street – civilization gone. Across the greatest possible distance, there they are, her with a great big gun, him with the Tardis, and they run toward each other like the biggest romance you’ve ever seen in your life…And, as in all great love stories, he’s cut down by a Dalek. I think that’s what should happen in most films, really. Gone With The Wind, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Notting hill – they all should have had the hero cut down by a Dalek, and they would have been vastly improved.”
– Russel T. Davies

Honestly this is just super sweet fluffy moments between Tony and Bucky… Again. @polizwrites I hope you like it! I’m also going to tag @daeshikoba because you’re so kind and tag me in the your child is precious posts! <3


The first time they kiss, Tony thinks he might have imagined it, of course he checks JARVIS’ footage later to prove he wasn’t hallucinating or dreaming and sees that it did in fact happen. They had been in Tony’s workshop and Tony was explaining how useful physics is for engineering, Bucky had been smiling softly at Tony when he made some stupid pun about weight, and Bucky, Bucky just couldn’t help himself. He had leaned in close next to Tony, lifting his hand to cup Tony’s chin gently and softly pressed his lips to Tony’s.

And then it was over.

Bucky had turned to look back at the diagram that Tony had been showing him, missing the way Tony fluttered his eyes open again, staring at Bucky, mouth slightly agape, with a light blush along the top of his cheeks. Tony continued staring for a moment before licking his lips and continuing with his explanations, though he had stumbled over the first few words and was speaking a little more softly than before.

~*~*~

The second time they kissed, Tony was looking for an excuse to do it. Despite the video evidence, he was still unsure as to how real the first one was, but he wanted to do it again. Badly. He just wasn’t sure how to go about it. Bucky hadn’t mentioned it. He hadn’t done anything differently since the kiss and there was no awkwardness between them.

So Tony was trying to figure out whether to bring it up, or just plant one on him, whilst talking to Bucky about an idea that came to him when Thor left his hammer on some of Tony’s paper work and he wasn’t able to do anything about it until Thor woke from his nap. He was thinking of modifying some weapons to only work for specific people and was wondering out loud to Bucky if it would be worth it or even possible to use complex security systems for something as small as a rifle. In the middle of his distracted rambling he had decided ‘fuck it’ and stood on his tip toes, balancing with a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder and quickly pecked him on the mouth, he then turned abruptly and walked swiftly out of the room before Bucky could even react. Bucky had frowned in confusion as Tony left, wondering why he was leaving when they had been having a pleasant conversation. Bucky had thought the idea had some potential.

~*~*~

When Bucky didn’t make a fuss about Tony kissing him the next time they saw each other, Tony decided that they didn’t need to make a huge deal out of this change in their relationship. Bucky was obviously happy with it from the way he had smiled brightly at Tony as he walked in the room, and Tony gave a tentative smile back, giving Bucky’s shoulder a soft pat as he walked past.

Later, Tony found himself in the kitchen, assisting Bucky. Bucky had asked JARVIS what would be fun and easy to bake when Tony walked by and offered his non-existent knowledge of baking. Mostly he just wanted to spend some time with his – boyfriend? Friend who he happened to have kissed a couple times…? Either way Tony was mixing the icing and ate a spoonful whilst Bucky put the tray in the oven. Bucky had turned back to Tony and gave an amused smirk at the sight of him. “What?” Tony had asked, blinking innocently.

“Nothing,” Bucky had slowly started moving closer, staring at the corner of Tony’s mouth, where there was some blue icing. Smirk growing wider, Bucky had crowded Tony against the counter behind him and taken the bowl of icing to place it beside them. He placed his hands flat on the counter on either side of Tony’s waist and bent down, smiling, to kiss the corner of Tony’s mouth, tongue darting out to swipe up the icing before leaning back slightly to check he had got it all. Pleased with his effort, he grinned and winked then turned to start cleaning up the mess they had left, oblivious to Tony’s heavy breathing and racing pulse, or the way his eyes had darkened and his cheeks had gained a rosy hue. Tony’s small smile and bright eyes did not leave his face that evening.

~*~*~

A few days later, Bucky was having breakfast with Clint, Steve, Natasha and Thor. Bruce opted to take his tea and his plate of waffles to the living room and Thor was trying to convince him that company during breakfast is the best way to start the day. “Understand friends, that social gatherings during any meal at any time of day can be heartening, enjoying the company of friends can afford the most hopeful beginning to a long day, if only for a few moments.”

“Thor, let Bruce eat in the living room, if you’re worried, you can go eat with him,” Steve said covering his waffles in what could be a metric ton of maple syrup. Bucky thought it was a bit excessive but decided not to say anything. Steve could be very particular about food these days and considering what it was like back in the day, everyone figured he deserved to experience the flavours.

“Steven, your suggestion is most appreciated, I will endeavour to keep Bruce company this morning,” Thor replied as he left, and a groan could be heard that did nothing to lessen the brightness of Thor’s grin.

As Bucky stood and stretched, ready to retrieve more bacon, Tony rushed in looking a bit flustered. He was distractedly scrolling through emails on his phone whilst attempting to fix his tie one-handed. “Morning everyone, I’m running a bit late so I won’t be sticking around for breakfast,” he snatched a piece of toast from Bucky’s plate once he pocketed his phone, stopping to give Bucky a kiss which was supposed to be short (it wasn’t), then fled in a way that was not dissimilar to lightning and thunder, there one second in all its chaos, then gone the next. Bucky felt a little breathless from it all.

Steve, Clint and Natasha were all staring wide-eyed at the entrance to the kitchen, meanwhile Bucky had a soft smile gracing his lips, and his eyes were glinting with joy. After a moment the others turned there gaze to Bucky who just casually started munching on his bacon.

“What the fuck?” Clint whispered in confusion. “What. The fuck?” he sat down. Bucky, still munching, looked up questioningly, eyebrow raised.

“Pal, Tony just kissed you…” Steve said cautiously, frowning at Bucky, no doubt wondering why he wasn’t a little freaked out. When Bucky’s eyes met his, he raised his brows, gesturing at where Tony had left. Bucky narrowed his eyes at Steve suspiciously, not sure why Steve was struggling with the fact.

“… Yeah…” twitching his nose, he looked back to his plate.

“How long has that been happening?” Natasha asked calmly, though there was a hint of an amused smile. She thought Tony had looked more relaxed recently, she just hadn’t realised this was the reason.

“Um,” was his response. He moved on to the eggs whilst contemplating. “JARVIS?”

“Sergeant Barnes and Sir have kissed a total of four times now. They have also held hands a number of times.” JARVIS easily provided. Natasha gave an impressed look whilst Steve only looked more confused and slightly disappointed which concerned Bucky, he had hoped that Steve would be happy for him.

“Wait. We only kissed four times?” Bucky stopped eating at the realisation and looked confused. He thinks about the times they had kissed and realised he hadn’t told Tony how he feels, hadn’t even asked him on a date. His eyes widened and he looked to the kitchen door, a little unsure now that he had thought over it. How does Tony feel? Does he even really like Bucky? How come he hadn’t said anything?

Steve cleared his throat, “Buck, how come you didn’t tell me?” He sat and crossed his arms, trying to look a little intimidating to draw Bucky’s attention.

“Tell you what, punk?” Bucky said distractedly, brows furrowed, still worriedly pondering over his and Tony’s relationship.

Steve looked a little uncomfortable, his cheeks turning red. “That you and Tony were stepping out?”

Finally, Bucky looked at Steve for a few moments, trying to figure out what Steve is thinking. Pursing his lips, he said “Honestly? I’m not sure I realised it myself. If we even are…” He frowned at his own confusion, he hoped they were at that level. All of a sudden Steve seemed a little relieved, though he was also beginning to make the face that always got him in to trouble when he was smaller.

“Bucky if you hurt Tony by being all ‘can’t tie me down’,” he finger quoted, rolling his eyes, “I will not hesitate to hurt you physically.” Bucky’s eyes widened in amusement and shock.

“Hang on. Aren’t you supposed to give Tony a shovel talk? I thought I was your best pal?” Bucky arched an eyebrow at Steve.

Grinning, Steve replied with some sarcasm “Sure you are, but so is Tony, and his sad face is heart-breaking,” he rolled his eyes at Bucky, though he was still smiling, “maybe I will speak to him later as well… now answer my question, are you and Tony dating?” Bucky frowned again, considering the situation.

“… Not… yet? I’m not entirely sure. We never actually talked about it.” Bucky hesitated then muttered quietly, “…I would like to.”

“Congratulations!” Thor walked in with Bruce following behind, having overheard some of the conversation, Bruce suggested they join them in the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at Thor.

“Bucky, if you’re unsure where you stand with Tony, it’s best that you ask him.” Bruce suggested kindly, putting his dishes in the sink, “If you just leave it, there could be issues. Tony, despite the rumours, is actually quite sensitive about relationships. If he becomes unsure of the relationship, it’s possible that he will sabotage himself and ultimately, you as well.”

“Are we really just letting this go that quickly? Bucky didn’t realise he had started a relationship with Tony? I mean, that’s gold!” Clint exclaimed, finally getting over his shock.

“Clint if you ruin this, you will find yourself in similar situation to that time we were in Bosnia,” Natasha hissed at Clint, who paled and snapped his mouth shut before saying anything further.

“Uh, anyway, thanks Bruce, I’ll talk to Tony when he gets back.”

~*~*~

Bucky had some time to think about what he was going to say to Tony and yet he still found himself lost for words when Tony finally got back. It was so much simpler when he didn’t realise it was getting serious between them, but how could he not have noticed? He smiled whenever Tony was in the room. When Tony wasn’t in the room, he wondered where he was and whether he would like company. He was besotted with Tony. Head over heels.

So when JARVIS informed Bucky that Tony had gone straight to the workshop when he got back, Bucky headed there as well, not knowing what to say. He entered the code to the workshop and walked in seeing Tony fiddling with a screwdriver whilst talking back and forth with JARVIS. He cleared his throat and Tony looked up smiling when he saw Bucky standing there, which helped Bucky to clear his head.

“Hey tin-man,” Tony greeted and Bucky narrowed his eyes, brow furrowed.

“Wouldn’t you be the tin-man?”

Tony rolled his eyes at Bucky, “Whatever, cyborg,” he said with an amused smile and a mischievous glint in his eye, to which Bucky grinned. “Anyway, I was wondering when Sam would be dropping by next, I know he can’t stay away and I wanted to see if he had any input on increasing the flexibility on his wings? I mean he is the one who flies with them so he should let me know if he has concerns or suggestions on anything…”

Whilst Tony was rambling, Bucky made his way over to him and as he sat down, he carefully took Tony’s hand that wasn’t fiddling with the screwdriver and intertwined their fingers. He hadn’t intended for Tony to stop what he was doing and saying, but Tony did anyway, turning to face him with his left brow lifted in question. So instead of saying anything, Bucky just pulled him forward, lifting his free hand to Tony’s cheek and tilting his own chin up so he could meet Tony’s lips, brushing them together softly before it became firmer. He slid his tongue out and across the seam of Tony’s lips, encouraging them to open and Tony made a noise that sounded surprised but happy.

Bucky suddenly remembered why he came down to see Tony and pulled back, only for Tony to push forward to press another couple of short kisses to Bucky’s lips to his amusement. Tony sighed and leant his forehead against Bucky’s, breathing a little more heavily. “So, what was that about?” He asked, eyes still lightly closed.

“You’re awesome.” Bucky blurted out, and Tony’s lips quirked up in delight, then Bucky cleared his throat, blushing faintly, “I mean, uh,” he swallowed, “no wait, I stand by what I said. You are awesome,” he said, Tony chuckled and his eyes opened, glinting, “but I did come down here to talk to you.”

Tony leaned away and his brows furrowed in concern, though he tried to hide it by keeping up his smile which grew weaker till he gave up and sighed, “Oh.”

“Hey, it’s nothing bad, I promise sweetheart,” Bucky added, motioning for Tony to sit on the stool behind him and still holding his hand giving it a squeeze, relieved when Tony squeezed back.

“Alright…” Tony hesitated, “what is it?”

“It’s… kind of embarrassing,” Bucky was blushing again, “I just… didn’t realise things had changed between us.”

Tony squinted in confusion, mouth slightly open, “… I’m not following.”

“Uh, well, we started kissing-“

“You didn’t notice we were kissing?!” Tony tilted his head, staring incredulously with his mouth gaping.

Bucky slapped his hand over Tony’s mouth grinning. “No, I noticed we were kissing, how could I not? They’re pretty fantastic,” he could feel Tony grin and kiss his palm gently, “but I didn’t realise that we were doing anything differently, I guess…” He tried to figure out how to word it, frowning in concentration, “I guess it just felt so natural, that I didn’t realise that the kissing had changed our relationship. It kind of felt like something we always should have been doing,” Tony’s eyes were soft and shining brightly and Bucky lowered his hand so he could see his smile, “I’m just so comfortable with you,” he took a breath, “and I was wondering, if you have time, would you like to go to dinner with me?”

He really wasn’t expecting Tony to start laughing hysterically, so his smile turned into a pouty scowl. When Tony saw the face he was making, still giggling, he leaned forward and kissed him to soothe any hurt, “Sorry honey, it’s just, be honest? You didn’t realise we were kissing,” he chuckled again, grin wide and Bucky continued scowling, hiding his growing amusement and relief.

“You’re never gonna let this go are you?”

“Not a chance!” He kissed him again, “But yes I would love to go to dinner with you.” He said grinning, eyes twinkling with mirth, “I’m free tonight.”

Bucky smiled wide and reached forward to wrap his arms around Tony, laughing when he almost tripped out of the chair. “Perfect. I can’t wait.”

Ok, so I saw this post on @ofwizardsandwotters  and I don’t know why I wrote this but I did.

Albus: C'mon Rose, I didn’t drink that much last night!
Rose: You were flirting with Scorpius
Albus: So what, he’s my boyfriend?
Rose: You asked if he was single
Rose: And cried when he said he wasn’t


Albus Potter realized two things immediately upon waking. The first was that it was Christmas morning. He knew this because it was one of the only night a year that he slept at his grandparents’ house now that he was an adult. He woke to stare at the cracked wooden beams that lined the living room ceiling and found that he was under the Christmas tree instead of in his mother’s old bedroom as usual.

This led him to his second realization: that last night had been a horrible mistake. 

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anonymous asked:

hey, I was rewatching some of Yuna's programs today and I realized that, while david wilson's programs seemed to work pretty well for her, they didn't seem to work quite so well for yuzu (by work I mean, yeah he won a bunch of stuff but his non-wilson programs are SO much nicer). why do you think that is? also, do you think he's gonna get a coreography by wilson this coming season? i really hope he doesn't seeing as it is olympic season.

Yuzu, just reveal your FP and your chosen choreograph and stop our guessing!
(Just had to remind him to hurry up disclosing his choice)

Sorry for the longest delay (but as you see Yuzu still has to announce his FP so I’m still beating him on the question. AH), but I have lot of thoughts on this and I’ve always been too lazy to sit down and put some orders in them. Can’t promise I’ll put out everything, but I’ll try to give a coherent answer based on my opinion.

A skating program is a combined effort of choreographer, skater and his/her coaching team. Skater contribution is bigger or smaller depending on skater’s inclination (some of them want to get involved, some just refer to their coach, any skater is a different story). Skater and choreographer “affinity” is bigger or smaller depending how much they know and they “get” each other.

David Wilson is a great choreographer. He has done many great programs, on very different kinds of music. He is also a choreographer that I would put in “primadonna” category. Meaning, he knows his value, he knows he is good, he wants to put out programs that are first of all “his”. I often felt that Wilson programs speak first of all of Wilson himself and about the way he himself sees the skater.

According various choreographers who worked with him, Yuzu is a skater that “needs his moments” in a program. Needs his space and the freedom to explore it. Needs to understand and to own what he has to represent. Needs to take steps outside original choreographical structure. It’s a skater that - I’m quoting Brian’s words here - “has his own unique entries to jumps and timing in the composition, and it’s very important for him to be comfortable with the timing of the choreography. Even with his quads from steps, Yuzuru has an ideal form within him, down to the speed of that step and the angle of the curve. He really needs a choreographer who can share that “commitment to details” that is unique to such top skaters.”

How all this brought two competition programs like Notre Dame de Paris and then Romeo and Juliet 2?* (But also Notte Stellata three years later?)
My opinion is that various things came into place:

1) Notre Dame wasn’t really Yuzu’s first choice (he wanted to skate to POTO)
2) David proposed Notre Dame and built it according his idea. He didn’t knew much (if any) about Yuzu himself at that point, probably his own idea didn’t match much with Yuzu’s.
3) Communication between them couldn’t be at best, considering he just moved to Canada and his English wasn’t pafect for sure ;)
4) Technically Yuzu did a big upgrade between 2011/12 and 2012/13. He went from a FP with 1 quad and 2 3A and a 4+4 structure to a FP with 2 quads (one of them a new quad) + 2 3A and a 3+5 structure. On top of that NDP is a program much more packed than RJ1. It’s also a program that came along in a season where Yuzu struggled a lot with his stamina (moving to Canada didn’t help in the slightest with his ashtma either, in the beginning) and to make a long story short, end result has been often a program in which he was more focused about going through it till the end than performing.
5) The following year, Romeo and Juliet 2 was Yuzu’s choice, not much approved by David (ask him and he will tell for the umptenth time about the letter he received begging him to do a program on RJ). Contrary to NDP, Yuzu got the story, he knew what he wanted to portray, I don’t think David was much on same page and what came along was something that wasn’t truly “Yuzu’s”.
6) Communication improved, but I don’t think at that point affinity between them was as good and deep as required to produce great programs. Nor I’m sure that Wilson was ready to give him those spaces he needed.

End of Olympic Season, enter Shae-Lynn. Sometimes you click with someone without needing much time, sometimes you get to work with the right person at right time (Jeff excluded. Any time is the right time to work with Jeff). It’s hard to say what is the difference between the way Yuzu worked on NDP and RJ2 with Wilson and the way he worked with Shae on POTO, maybe just that he was older and more conscious of what he wanted to do and better prepared into communicating what he needed and wanted. Shae-Lynn and Yuzu didn’t work much together on POTO, Yuzu didn’t spent much time in Canada to start with in the whole year after Olympics, but what they did together convinced Yuzu to work with her again on SEIMEI and the result is for everybody to see.


Does it mean that Yuzu and Wilson are not meant to be? Notte Stellata proved that they can work together and bring out top-class programs. It may also mean that now it’s the right time for them to work again together, that they get each others better and that Wilson knows better how to integrate his own ideas with Yuzu’s own. I don’t know if that means they will work again on a competitive program. I think that Shae-Lynn still holds the upper hand there, especially this season, especially when she has been the one to choreo all his FP in this Olympic cycle, but I won’t rule out another competitive program by Wilson if Yuzu goes on after Korea. And I wouldn’t be the slightest surprised if David will choreo again his EX.


*which are still better than many other men’s programs in last few seasons anyway.

Polish Queer women of the 19th and early 20th century - voices silenced (by themselves?)

I’ve been reading up on queer history in Poland and I have some thoughts about it that I want to share. Being a bisexual woman myself, I want to know what it used to be like for people like me and why is the current situation so shitty compared to Western Europe in particular?

First of all, homosexuality was decriminalised in Poland as early as 1932, which was not common in Europe and probably most of the world at the time. The fact that there were no penal consequences for homosexual behaviour perhaps sheds light on the legal situation of queer folk in Poland and social attitudes towards homosexuality. I mean, I suppose it worked along the lines of “I won’t go to jail for this so it’s kinda ok, it could be way worse”. But this only led, most probably, to social invisibility, even more jarring than now (now the LGBTQIAP+ community in Poland has a lot going on in terms of fight for civil rights! it’s still kinda shitty, though). No one knows what would have happened, had there not been a communist People’s Republic of Poland after 1945. Would there have emerged a gay liberation movement? The interwar period certainly had its flaws but it definitely wasn’t the police state that Poland became after WWII.

Anyways, I could probably go on and on about it but in such case I should back up my thoughts with some sources and more research, for which I don’t really have time.

However, I wanted to share something else as well. Lesbians in communist Poland were pretty invisible (see: Krzysztof Tomasik’s “GEJEREL: Mniejszości seksualne PRL-u” and chapter 7: “Czy istniały lesbijki?”, which translates into “Did lesbians exist?” - doesn’t that sum the whole thing up?) but homosexual (and probably also bisexual) women in the pre-war (both WWI and WWII) era were almost untraceable as they expertly blotted out any traces of their otherness which would have been subject to slander and libel at the time. I’ve been reading about Maria Konopnicka and Maria Rodziewiczówna and what I read about those two writers (Kopnicka lived in the second half of the 19th century, Rodziewiczówna was born in that time and is considered a writer of the interwar period) stands in stark contrast to what I’ve been taught at school.

You see, in Poland we seem to have a long tradition of making famous writers (artists, musicians, etc.) into bronze sculptures rather than remembering them as actual people. Chroniclers and biographers of the communist era would be partly to blame for inconsistencies and omissions in biographies as would be general social attitudes as well. However, those writers themselves made no attempt to chronicle their non-heteronormativity in any way (or at least nothing direct) as a method to avoid social stigma from their contemporaries. So apart from photographs and descriptions of them provided by third parties there is not much to go by and we can only speculate about alleged, unfortunately, lesbianism of such national icons as Konopnicka and Rodziewiczówna. 

Konopnicka was a very prolific writer and also celebrated by her contemporaries. Her poem “Rota” was a candidate for the national anthem after Poland became independent in 1918! This was huge! Rodziewiczówna was also a very prolific writer, probably her most well-known work nowadays is “The Summer of the Forest People”. She shared her life exclusively with women and she never married a man. This is what she looked like in 1911 (!):

And while Konopnicka dressed typically for her time (google her if you want), look at Maria Dulębianka, with whom Konopnicka shared most of her life (and with whom she was also buried in one grave for a short time!):

Not a very typical look for her time (2nd part of the 19th century). Dulębianka is also considered a precursor of feminism in Poland.

So, what I’m trying to say here is that these women were extremely good at hiding their true identities. I think this quote sums it up pretty well:

When asking about the relationship between Konopnicka and Dulębianka, it is to be considered whether homosexual women living in Polish territories were able to articulate their preferences and create a lesbian identity. Additionally, Konopnicka rather obsessively concealed or even misrepresented whole aspects of her life. Hiding her feelings and desires must have been her everyday reality, as she revealed: “Even to the people closest to me I write in such a way that a police officer could read this if he so desired.” Besides - even if Dulębianka and Konopnicka were not in an erotic relationship, what would this mean? It does not change the fact that it was a woman that the author of Imagina (one of Konopnicka’s books) chose as her life partner and it can be called a relationship if the people involved live and travel together. A relationship which lasted longer than the life Konopnicka shared with Jarosław, whom she officially married.

Polish original:

Pytając o relację Konopnickiej i Dulębianki, trzeba się zastanowić, czy w ogóle homoseksualne kobiety żyjące wówczas na polskich ziemiach były w stanie urefleksyjnić swoje preferencje i wytworzyć lesbijską tożsamość. Do tego u Konopnickiej można zauważyć raczej obsesyjne przemilczanie, a nawet zakłamywanie całych aspektów swojej egzystencji. Ukrywanie uczuć i pragnień musiało być jej dniem powszednim, skoro zwierzała się: “Ja nawet do najbliższych piszę tak, aby to mógł czytać p. żandarm, jeśli mu przyjdzie ochota”. Zresztą - nawet jeśli Dulębianki i Konopnickiej nie łączyła relacja erotyczna, to co miałoby z tego wynikać? Nie zmienia to faktu, że właśnie kobietę wybrała autorka Imaginy na towarzyszkę życia, a można chyba mówić o związku w przypadku osób, które razem mieszkają i podróżują. Związku, który trwał dłużej niż życie z oficjalnie poślubionym Jarosławem.

Tomasik, Krzysztof. 2014. Homobiografie. Wydawnictwo Krytyki Politycznej. ISBN 978-836-468-232-2.

So it is very sad that this is the only way we can attempt at uncovering the truth. It is incredibly tragic that these women erased their own identities, which means we can’t give them voice now and can only make guesses here and there. But I think that’s something at least. Anyway, I wanted to share these thoughts with you guys, this is by no means a scientific article or anything, just a bunch of thoughts put together.

BRAD - Library

Note: This was a request so that’s why I have two Brad imagines in a row. In this fic’ Brad is NOT famous or in a band. He is in college, same one you’re in.  I know I haven’t posted an imagine in like 2 weeks, I’m sorry…I’ve really been working harder on my imagines though so that’s why I’ve been taking so long

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‘Click click click’ you heard over and over. You wanted to rip your hair out. The boy sitting across from you in the library kept clicking his pen as he read. It just seemed so loud, you couldn’t focus.

“Hey could you be quiet please?” You asked. The guy looked up, you got  chance to see his face and for a half a second you kind of forgot everything that was going on. He grinned at you and took out his earphones.

“Sorry, was I bothering you?”

“Uh, it’s ok. Could you just not click the pen so much?”

“Sure” He said and clicked his pen. This made you cringe a little and you gave him a weird look. He just smiled and looked back down at his book. He took his pen and started writing on the margin of the book.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” You said. He put down his pen and took out his earphones once again.

“What now?”

“That book isn’t yours, you can’t write in it. I mean, at least do it in pencil.”

“Who said it wasn’t my book?”
“The stamp on the book that says it belongs to the school’s library” you said and pointed to it. He marked the page and closed the book.

“Ok you caught me” He rolled his eyes. You had a short moment of silence were you just looked at each other, the smile never left his face. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked.

“You”

“Uh, I can see right through you, you know?” you said and closed your book. He raised his eyebrows.

“And? What do you see?”

“Mysterious bad boy” you said making air quotes with your hands. “Charming your way through life, being a rule baker. Supposedly.” you said. He chuckled, and again you had that little moment where you got lost in his smile.

“Until today, nobody has truly understood me like you have just now” He laughed and you wanted to punch yourself in the face. He had the cutest laugh. The most beautiful smile.

“What’s your name?” you asked. He looked surprised.

“I guess that charm you talk about really works. Brad, my name is Brad.” he answered. You tried to hide your smile. You tried to pretend to be annoyed at his remark, but you failed.

“You?”

“Y/N”

“Cool” he said and reached over and took a drink from his water bottle.

“No food or drinks in the library” you said raising an eyebrow.

“Like you said, I’m not much of a rule follower” he said and took another drink.

“Ohhh” You said with exaggerated hand gestures.Two people walked over to the table, they wanted to sit next to each other, so they asked Brad if he would switch places. Like the bad boy he is, he got up and moved. Next to you. He scooted the chair and got uncomfortably close to you. He was trying to bug you. He laughed at the weird face you made.

This boy just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Well this is quite romantic”

“Ha!”

“Shhhhhh, we’re in a library” He said signaling you to lower your voice.

“Since when do you follow the rules?”

“Since now.”

“Well, I want to talk, so I’m gonna talk. How’s that for a rebel?” He snorted and reached for your hand.

“Come on then” He pulled you out of your chair and towards the tall shelves of books. Once you were near the back he finally stopped.

“There, you want to talk? Talk. People won’t hear you as much back here”

“I don’t know what to say” you said and smiled.

“But- then what was that all about?”

“I don’t know, I was trying to prove a point.”
“What point?”

“I don’t even remember” You said and laughed. He laughed too and again, it felt like the world stopped. He stopped and looked at you.

“What are you doing Friday?” You asked.

“Um, nothing I think” He smirked. You pushed a strand of hair out of your face and looked down attempting to hide how much you were blushing.

“You want to hang out or something?” You said. You were fiddling with your hands because you were so nervous. He noticed and smiled. Again. Making you even more nervous.

“Sure”

“You can come over to my place if you want and we can like, watch a movie or something”

“Alright”


Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes late. You were sitting on the couch watching netflix looking over at the time every 5 seconds. But he never came.

After a few hours passed, you cleaned up everything and gave up. He wasn’t going to show.


You where sitting at the library again flipping through pages of your book when you noticed someone was sitting down across from you. It was Brad. He had some random book in his hand and he placed it on the table. You didn’t look at him directly, you where trying to ignore him.

“I thought I would find you here” He said. You didn't’ answer. You didn’t even look up. But you were listening. He sighed when he realized you were mad at him.

“Look, I’m sorry” he paused.

“I shouldn’t have ditched you, I just- something came up and- .I know I should of at least texted you or something, just blowing you off like that was wrong.But I sorta freaked out ‘cause I didn’t know what to say. Because, if you haven’t noticed, you make me kind of nervous. I don’t know how to show you how sorry I am”

You didn’t even look up. Though you wanted too. But what would you say? So you just kept on reading.

“I’m sorry. Really sorry” he added. He sighed and opened his book once he figured out you weren’t going to pay attention to him. You gave him a quick glance. He was reaching in his pocket. You made eye contact and he gave you a sweet, small smile. You immediately looked down. He took out a pen. 

He started clicking the pen.

‘Click click click’ over and over.

“uh” you mumbled. You stood up, he looked at you curiously, you quickly took the pen out of his hand and threw it on the ground. Now you took his hand and you pulled him out of his chair. He was quiet. You took him to the empty hallway in the back where you had been before. You pushed him against the wall and kissed him.


Note: I really liked this one. Thanks for the request. Although it had asked that the librarian interrupt them somehow, but I couldn’t find a way to incorporate it in this story, I just liked ending it this way, so sorry. Anywaysss I hope you liked it.

Ps: I didn’t spell check so please ignore any mistakes…

not sure if it’s really necessary at this point because when you go to his blog there’s no longer anything there, but i decided i would make this for two reasons: 1. i woke up to a rather sickening message from him this morning. and 2. lots of ppl have come to me and told me they are worried about others who interact with him and i feel the same.

plus even tho there’s nothing on his blog now he could very well make another blog or come back somewhere else, etc.

so for those of you who are not aware, someone in the twenty one pilots fandom on here, @blurbxtch, is an extremely manipulative, abusive, and selfish individual. i’ll put the rest under a read more bc this is going to be very long, complete with screenshots and quotes and shit.

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xenzen-thewholeshebang  asked:

So there's a lot on the Internet about what goes on before a battle, and even during battle (at least, after you wade through all the video game information), but what happens after? Did the losers or winners bury their dead comrades, or was that left to the people who live on the land they fought on? Did anyone think to conduct funeral rites of some sort? Or did they just lah-de-dah off into the sunset and hope the opponents didn't follow?

A quick Google for the term “medieval battlefield graves” brought up plenty of info. Here’s one useful page

Though some battlefields were left littered with bodies, either if the battle was fought far from human habitation or to make a point

…there were plenty of recorded mass burials, like these at Culloden.

One of the best known is at Visby, where hot weather and fast decomposition meant the winners buried - or ordered the locals to bury - a lot of enemy casualties not from altruism but to prevent disease. They were already getting too unpleasant to strip or loot (given the stronger medieval stomach, that says how nasty the bodies had become) so ended up providing lots of archaeological evidence of what “low-to-mid-level” armour like coats-of-plates looked like.

It also gave graphic evidence of what medieval weapons were capable of doing.

Even the fairly sober “Blood Red Roses” documentary about Towton had people expressing shock about this. It’s as if the scientists came to their work in a haze of fictional chivalry and knights-in-shining-armour (or possibly just the supposed “bluntness” of European medieval swords) and were surprised when they discover that hitting a man in the face with what was more like a three-foot-long razorblade did the same then as it would do now.

A modern sniper’s head shot makes just as much mess - check the famous Zapruder film, and that involved just a 6.5mm round, not the massive Barrett .50 (14.5mm) which can go most of the way to the Dirty Harry thing of “Blow your head clean off”. Yet injuries from hot lead don’t seem to provoke the same surprise as those from cold steel.

There may have been funeral rites of some sort; in fact, it being a fairly religious age, there probably were. It would have been as easy for a priest to say a funeral mass over a hole with 100 or 1000 corpses in it as over a hole containing one.

Not doing so probably involved religious differences, as in the Crusades, or was just putting the spiritual boot in to interfere with the enemy’s afterlife, like this incident in the classic John Ford / John Wayne 1956 western “The Searchers”…

[Brad Jorgenson smashes the head of a dead Comanche warrior with a rock]

Reverend Clayton: “Jorgenson!”

Ethan Edwards: “Why don’t you finish the job?”

[He draws his gun and shoots out the dead Comanche’s eyes]

Reverend Clayton: “What good did that do ya?”

Ethan Edwards: “By what you preach, none. But what that Comanche believes, ain’t got no eyes, he can’t enter the spirit-land. Has to wander forever between the winds. You get it, Reverend?”

I don’t know how viewers of sixty years ago would have responded to this; maybe they weren’t shocked, maybe they thought “the murderin’ redskin had it coming”. Or maybe, since Ethan was played by a noted “good guy” like Wayne, they’d have felt properly uncomfortable since it proves that the character isn’t a hero but an anti-hero, with a corrosive level of hatred that goes beyond the grave.

A brief scene of a grave-marker near the beginning shows that Ethan’s mother was killed by Comanches - the death of a family member is one of “the usual reasons” for any revenge-driven movie character - and Martin Scorsese writes

(Ethan) hates Comanches so much that he actually has bothered to learn their beliefs in order to violate them.

(Ethan can also speak the Comanche language, going oddly far given his attitude which is that, quoting another film character entirely, “(I am) distrustful of language. A gun means what it says.“)

IMO this hatred at a spiritual level would have been equally shocking in Medieval and Early Modern Europe, at least among people of the same religion - you tried not to treat the enemy too badly either alive or dead in the hope that their side would do the same to yours.

It didn’t always happen - and still doesn’t, so we shouldn’t do any back-patting on that score  - but sometimes it did even when not expected. A mass grave from the Battle of Lützen in the Thirty Years War, which was a really nasty religious war between flavours of Christianity, revealed that…

A few facts have already come to light. For example, the corpses…were, at least, carefully laid to rest. The bodies were gathered from the battlefield and placed in a grave next to the street, arranged in two rows with their legs facing each other.

Several layers of dead probably lie within these two blocks, although researchers have only uncovered the first. The burials were not taken care of by the surviving soldiers, who were already on their way to the next battle. Instead the good citizens of Lützen had to take on the unpleasant job. They asked 200 soldiers in the neighboring garrison of Weissenfels for extra support.

If there was care taken over laying out the bodies, it seems reasonable to assume that someone “said words” over them. Quite possibly the wrong words (Catholic service over Protestant corpses or vice versa) either because of what clergy was available, or maybe as a form of post-mortem conversion. It’s the thought that counts.

At least nobody said “Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms…

anonymous asked:

scorpius/rose (hp) “Well this is awkward…”

A/N: okay so here’s the deal: i wrote this whole fic, was one second away from publishing it when i realised i never actually included the quote you sent, aka the entire basis for the fic. i literally just forgot. so i’m sorry, anon, this is a fic centered around your prompt, without actually including said prompt. forgive me i’m trash. 

Their first kiss isn’t what she expected. She’s not really sure what she expected, (after all it’s not like she’s particularly experienced in the area of kissing) but it certainly wasn’t that.

Rose isn’t stupid. She’s read about kissing, she knows how it’s supposed to work. And she’s not deluded either- she knows it’s never perfect the first time. 

But still.

When Scorpius asks if he can kiss her, in that timid, yet unwavering voice, it comes as a surprise. For a few seconds she loses her voice to disbelief, wondering if her ears are working properly. After all, they’ve been tiptoeing around each other for so long that it feels like she’s forgotten how to walk normally- both figuratively and literally. 

Once she’s recovered from the shock she says yes (Of course she does, it already feels like she’s been waiting a lifetime for this moment, it’s not like she’s going to wait any longer now is it?) 

And so they kiss.

It’s short and it’s messy and Rose really wishes she was paying more attention whilst it was happening because truth be told, she’s kind of forgotten what it felt like. What she does remember is the moment their noses accidentally bumped- how she’d just been about to say ‘sorry’ when Scorpius’ mouth met hers, awkwardly grazing his lip with her teeth and staying like that, as if frozen, in all the moments before Scorpius pulled away. 

She remembers the details but she doesn’t remember the feelings. And to be honest, maybe that’s a good thing, because the urge to ram her head into a wall is strong enough as it is. 

It sucks. It sucks because Rose has been waiting so long for this moment- they both have- and now it’s ruined. 

She knows they should have waited, carried on tiptoeing just a little longer, then this whole situation could have been avoided. Because now- now they’ve gone and messed it up before’s there’s even officially anything to mess up. 

Rose can’t even bear to look at Scorpius. She kind of wishes she could just melt down into the earth and never be seen or heard from ever again. Her face seems to be flaming and she won’t even let herself imagine how red it must look- not to mention her ears. (Rose picks this moment to use one of her Dad’s favourite curse words against him- it’s his fault she most likely looks like a tomato right now. Stupid Weasley genes.)

“Rose?” Scorpius says after a considerable time lapse, his voice hoarse. 

Rose doesn’t look at him when she says, “Yes?”

“Can we uh.. Maybe forget about that? And-”

“Yes.” Rose cuts in before he can finish. “I’d love to forget about that.”

“Oh. Okay.” He sounds disappointed and Rose frowns.

“And what?” She asks, feeling guilty for the interruption.

“And uh… I was just going to ask if maybe, you’d, uh, want to try again? We don’t have to but I just thought…” Here he trails off and avoids meeting her eye.

Rose blinks. She’d thought they’d lost their chance, missed their train, fell on their faces- whatever you want to call it. But Scorpius, well, Scorpius doesn’t seem to mind the fact that their kiss had been nothing short of terrible. 

At first she hesitates. If the first kiss didn’t ruin it, what if the second one does? What if the second kiss is worse? What if, what if, what if…

Rose doesn’t give herself time for the doubt to enter her brain, (or rather, anymore doubt,) but instead leans in and kisses Scorpius, just like that.

She doesn’t give him a warning and she doesn’t give either of them time to worry about it. She just kisses him- and he kisses her back. 

This time, she focuses on feeling the kiss- really feeling it, no thinking involved. The wave of euphoria and giddiness she feels when their lips touch settles deep in her stomach and refuses to leave. This is better, she thinks afterwards, this is how it’s supposed to feel.

And yes, maybe it’s still an ounce awkward, and no, maybe it’s still not perfect- but it’ll do.

Besides, the expression on Scorpius face after she parts her lip from his tells her that they’ll have many, many more chances to get it right. 

anonymous asked:

Do you think Ygritte liked Jon more? It seems like she did to me and it kind of makes me a little mad cause he didn't treat her very well. Like she put all of her trust in him and he betrayed that without too much hesitation(even though it was kind of life or death at that point but still), and I just feel like she would never do that to him. Idk I still love them ofc but I wish he would have shown a little more that he loved her, even though he's not as vocal and stuff as she is!

No, I don’t think she liked Jon more. I understand why people could feel this way though but in my opinion they love each other in an equal way, just not the same way.

We know how commited and stubborn Ygritte is when it comes to the wildlings cause ; she’s ready to do anything for what she believes in and i think it’s the same thing when she truly loves someone. When Jon finally agreed to have sex with her, it was a deal sealed for her ; the proof that he wanted her as much as she wanted him (even though it all started way earlier when Jon took Ygritte captive ; she was considered “stolen” according to the wildling culture and it meant that she was his from this point, basically) (still she was waiting for him to demonstrate his desire for her though, until the cave scene it was like a platonic relationship because of Jon’s vows). Ygritte is the kind of person that you shouldn’t betray because when she gives something to you, whether it’s her heart or her beliefs, it’s like the whole thing - not just a bit, but the whole thing. I’m sure she thought about Jon not being as committed as her because of his statut of (ex-)brother of the Night’s Watch, but i think that she blinded herself because she didn’t want to think about what would happen if Jon betrayed her (how she would feel, what she would have to do) ; she wanted to “stay in the cave” forever, in a bubble of happiness. They’re naked at this moment and even though it’s obviously more practical to have sex, the cave scene is also a moment when they’re free of worries and their past, just free everything, free of being two young people in love laughing, kissing, and pushing each other in cold water.

Now about Jon : his heart belonged to the Night’s Watch until he met Ygritte. From this point, it was divided in two and you see his constant struggle in the book  whereas Ygritte can fully love Jon because there’s no such struggle - she lives for the wildling cause, Jon is a wildling, so there’s no problem. You don’t have the impression that Jon loves Ygritte as much as she loves him because Jon tries his best to not allow himself to do that. But deep down he can’t help loving her and that’s something you have to read between the lines (or just read in the book, actually) because he tries to not act this way to suffer less when he’ll have to leave (because he knows he’ll have to, at some point ; whether he succeed at escaping or whether he dies trying, he knows he can’t stay with her forever because that is not him). It’s the same thing with the other wildlings, actually ; he appreciates a lot of them and try not to care about them (which is quite impossible as Jon is someone who cares about stuff/people).

Ygritte would never betray Jon because there’s no reasons for her to do that. She doesn’t live in a lie like Jon does, she isn’t put in a situation where she has to pretend to be someone else. She’s herself, she’s free, which Jon can’t be, not really. I’ll just end this long message with some quotes which demonstrate Jon’s love for Ygritte :

  • If i could show her Winterfell… giver her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old golds watched over us.
  • (in the cave :) “I know I want you,” he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten. […] “I love the smell of you,” he said. “I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats.” He kissed them, one and then the other.”
  • They shared the same sleeping skins every night, and he went to sleep with her head against his chest and her red hair tickling his chin. The smell of her had become a part of him. Her crooked teeth, the feel of her breast when he cupped it in his hand, the taste of her mouth … they were his joy and his despair.
  • When she grinned, the crooked teeth didn’t seem to matter. And maybe her eyes were too far apart, but they were a pretty blue-grey color, and lively as any eyes he knew. Sometimes she sang in a low husky voice that stirred him. And sometimes by the cookfire when she sat hugging her knees with the flames waking echoes in her red hair, and looked at him, just smiling … well, that stirred some things as well.

Also, keep in mind that leaving Ygritte was never an easy thing (I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow? ; Ygritte I’m sorry, I have to… ; You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted) and that Ygritte’s name appear in Jon’s chapters in A Dance With Dragons (so after her death) almost 30 times. I think that says it all !

Past Lives

[based on multiple prompts for some post-Best Of? fluff, and this song]

Carlos finds himself still listening to the nightly broadcasts, even now that Cecil is here, physically here, lying only a few feet away, softly snoring and mumbling wonderful nonsense in his sleep.  It’s simply routine at this point to lie down under the capricious constellations of the desert sky and switch on the radio.  He uses headphones - miraculously still functional despite the inestimable amount of sand and grit that must have found its way into every crevice - so as not to wake his sleeping lover.  

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gloriaandrews  asked:

okay! choices: 1. Louis comes home from college for the summer and discovers that Gemma Styles’s little brother has gotten super hot (hotter). Optional: also they are going to be working together all summer at the same day camp or something. 2. Louis is writing “wash me” in the dirt on the back windshield of Harry’s car and Harry catches him. 3. Louis is Harry’s uber driver at the end of a long night of drinking for Harry. Harry misplaces his phone in the cab and Louis helps him look for it.

I had some good ideas for dialogue in number 2, but I know number 1 is really the one we both want.  SO I’M DOING IT.  GET READY! (also they’re american in this)  (and i included a door jamb for you)

“Losers wait here.  I’ll be back in a sec.”

Gemma pounded up the stairs to her room.  She’d insisted on stopping off at her house so that she could grab her favorite denim jacket before they went out for the night.  Louis had teased her about it, of course, calling it her “security blanket” on the way up the front walk.  There were five years’ worth of pictures of Gemma wearing that jacket on his Facebook page, smiling in group shots – her mouth full of braces and stiff, stonewashed sleeves that had eventually turned into frayed cuffs and carefully-applied makeup.

“It’s a timeless wardrobe item that will be fashionable forever,” Gemma said.  “And you’ll be sad later when it’s cold out and all you’ve got is that stupid tank top.”

“It’s summer,” Louis scoffed.  “I’ll be fine.”

He scoffed quietly again as he stood in the foyer of the Styles-Twist residence, glancing around at the familiar, faded wallpaper and the clutter of knickknacks on the window ledge next to the front door.  Everything was just about the same as when he and Gemma had graduated high school and left for college the year before.  Comfortingly so, really.  His eye swept across a family portrait on the wall – Gemma, her younger brother Harry, their mother Anne and stepfather Robin – and came to rest on the molding around the jamb of the door that led into the family room.  There were thickets of horizontal lines in black pen and faded pencil, blue markers and thin Sharpies, each line with a name and a date beside it.  Louis smiled and stepped forward, gazing down the side of the door, looking for his measurements.  The first one was at the height of his chest, and was labeled “Tommo, 9/23/05.”  The next one was about eye-level (“Louis, 4/2/07”) and the third (“Louis THE BEST Tomlinson, 6/11/10”) still seemed accurate.  Louis put his back to the door jamb to check, flattening his palm on the top of his head to measure himself.

He turned around and let out a little huff of a sigh.  Still the same.  He glanced down the molding again, seeing all the scribbled Harrys and Gemmas, along with the occasional height of a cousin or a friend.  He let his eyes rise to Gemma’s current height, just a touch above his own.  He kept following the marks up…

“Wait, what the fuck?”

There on the door frame, about three inches higher than Gemma and Anne (and a good three-and-a-half higher than Louis THE BEST Tomlinson) was a fresh mark.  It was done in magenta sharpie, the name and date scrawled beside it in a loopy hand.  Harry, 5/25/11.

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okay time for a rant

this may come off as really random but it’s a thought that’s been bugging me lately, and it’s the problem of Susan Pevensie.

when i was a kid in elementary school, The Chronicles of Narnia was my absolute favorite series. I read them and re-read them countless times. It’s what really got me into the fantasy genre. I ate up the novels and the movies just as quickly as they came out. I would watch The Lion, the Witch and The Wardrobe so much my parents undoubtedly grew sick of it. But I couldn’t help it; i had fallen under its spell. I wanted to go to Narnia with all of my heart.

Susan Pevensie was my favorite character from the start. She was beautiful, she was strong and brave (and gentle, too) and she wielded a bow like nobody’s business. I wasn’t into LotR back then, but in my opinion, Legolas had nothing on her. She made me want to take archery (which i must admit, i’m pretty okay at now~) but she was all-around a kickass character and I loved her! I wanted to be like her. And coming back in Prince Caspian? Just as good, if not better. 

Notice how this is all in past tense. 

As I finished the books, I pondered over The Last Battle. It was one of the best yet (hello??? UNICORN!) and it was the final, final battle to end it all. And Peter, Edmund and Lucy came back! As well as Polly and Digory (the professor who discovered Narnia in the first place). They all came back to fight for their world they so dearly loved. 

But Susan didn’t come back. 

According to the books, she had abandoned Narnia. Peter says that she is “no longer a friend of Narnia.” Jill adds on by saying "she’s interested in nothing now-a-days except nylons and lipstick and invitations.” Eustace quotes her on an occasion of asking her about Narnia. "What wonderful memories you have! Fancy you still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.” 

In the last book, they all go back to Narnia except Susan. However in England, they enter Narnia because they die in a train accident. They don’t actually go to Narnia but Heaven, and their parents are there waiting for them. But Susan isn’t. She’s still alive. She’s 21 years old at the time of the last book and all of her family is dead. All because she put the past behind her. She was told by Aslan that she and Peter could no longer go back to Narnia at the end of Prince Caspian, and she made her peace with that. She moved on and learned to live in her own world. And now she’s alone in that world. 

I never really thought about what happened to Susan until recently. Now it changes my perspective. I still admire her, but I wish that Lewis hadn’t painted her so shallow. Sure, she found men and sex, but surely that doesn’t bar her from her home? Aslan told her to learn to live in her own world and she did so. And as for the Christian aspect of it, shouldn’t she (as sinner) have her sins forgiven? 

I just really wish there could have been an epilogue just for her. Maybe a small snippet at the very end just to see what had happened to Queen Susan the Gentle?

 I picture a rainy, gray day in the London countryside, at the old mansion that belonged to the professor. In the courtyard there are many people with black umbrellas, all dressed in black. There are seven portraits and seven caskets, and seven fresh holes already dug. The last of the soft earth has been patted down, closing the graves. As the procession files out, Susan is the last one standing. Her beautiful face is streaked with tears and rain. In her arms she holds wildflowers, and places one next to each headstone. Finally she is brought to her knees in front of the three markers bearing her last name. She can barely hold it together. Her strong older brother, a once high king, is cold and gone, never to comfort her again. She will never see dear Ed’s mischievous grin again. And her sweet, baby sister Lucy, who always looked up to her without realizing that it was she herself who was the most beautiful in the family, was now six feet under the cold, unforgiving earth. 

Susan placed a shivering hand against the dirt as if to reach through and pull her family out of it. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered against the pattering of the rain, her voice a crackling rasp. “I am so, so sorry.”

“I should have gone with you,” she whispered. 

“To Narnia.”

And so the eighth friend of Narnia wept for her brothers and sister, wept for the great lion from whom she begged forgiveness. 

And in her great old age, he greeted her as a friend, and he led her across the pathway to the great Garden where she found her wrinkles fading and her sight improving, and found three figures glowing brightly against the azure sky, running over the hills to embrace their sister at long last.

anonymous asked:

Please enlighten me! Were they realised officially? I feel like I would have heard them if they were. Wow talking to you is showing me that I really didn't know as much about rent as I thought I did, hehe (but its great dw) :P

WOW I WROTE SUPER A LOT, SO UNDER THE CUT IS LINKS TO THE SONGS ON YOUTUBE, AND A LONG RAMBLE ABOUT THE RENT DEMO AND RENT NYTW, AND DIFFERENCES IN PLOT AND SONGS, AND LOTS AND LOTS OF QUOTES.

The stuff under the cut is not in capslock though, sorry about that, I get excitable about Rent. It’s a thing.

[Trigger warnings for mentions of: drug use/overdose, suicide, misogynistic and homophobic slurs, abuse, HIV…]

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the signs as Kasumi quotes
  • Aries: Stealing the Normandy? Now there's an idea!
  • Taurus: Morning, Shep. You went all out with the breakfast supplies. I didn't know you could get real milk on the Citadel. I had some. Thought it was soy. I'm not really lactose-intolerant. I just don't put up with lactose's stupid drama. In case I don't see you again, thanks. That was a lot of fun. I should go. Stupid dairy products.
  • Gemini: And I’m wearing black. Can we get in the shade, please?
  • Cancer: They’re really selling the “geth did it” message. I bet you can’t even say “Reapers” without inciting a panic. Reapers.
  • Leo: My grandmother used to make the best ramen. Delicious. Thinking back, I really should have stolen her recipe.
  • Virgo: I'm the best thief in the business, not the most famous. Need to watch my step to keep it that way.
  • Libra: How did Hock get Lady Liberty’s head? Damn you Hock!
  • Scorpio: Trapped inside a Reaper. Could be worse. Don’t know how, but… I guess it could be full of rats.
  • Sagittarius: (About Illium) Towers, traffic, lights and asari everywhere you look. I thought about living here for a while, but everybody’s so tight-ass. It’s all about money to these people. I do what I do for the love of it. These people do it because they don’t know any better.
  • Capricorn: Turian art is rare outside of Palaven. For good reason, I say.
  • Aquarius: She seems nice - in a mad scientist kind of way.
  • Pisces: Trapped inside a Reaper. Could be worse. Don’t know how, but… I guess it could be full of rats.
My History of Science Was Wrong
  • Back when Venus passed between Earth and the Sun, a conversation with a local astronomer got me interested in reading just a little bit about the history of astronomy. I was completely surprised by how reasonable old-timey theories like Aristotle's levity/gravity and a geocentric Earth are--IF you drop your presentist knowledge in favour of the tools that were around at the time.
  • I learned a lot of things from reading just one (long) online comment-thread
  • Part of the understanding is just how crazy our modern cosmology is. Of course none of us question it because there were astronauts on the moon on TV and besides our teachers told us so and they have a higher social position and education than we do. (Bacon) This really hit home for me when I read that some ancient Greek natural-philosophers had measured how fast the Earth would have to spin to validate heliocentricity and concluded the number (~10,000 mph) was ludicrous. It sure feels like I'm standing still and not being blown by a 10,000 mph wind!
  • One ancient natural-philosopher speculated: If only there were some kind of ... ENVELOPE, or SHEATH, that would protect everything from spinning off and keep the air still on the Earth as the Earth whirled at its . Speaking of ad-hoc theories that fail Ockham's Razor....
  • (But wait ... how could they make that calculation if they thought the Earth was Flat because no Col&oacute;n/Magellan...? I think that's another misconception I'll have to remedy later.)
  • Also interesting is that the concept of relativistic frames shows up in the 14th century. To say whether the celestial sphere or the Earthly sphere is rotating (what the stars can be observed to do at night) ... well, it's all just a matter of perspective, innit? Neither one "is really" rotating, it's just that the "other" is rotating -- considered from wherever "you" are standing.
  • I was also reminded, in imagining the astronomers working with their epicycles to predict -- quantitatively, not necessarily knowing the underlying mechanism -- the motions of the stars and planets, of quantitative finance. Particularly the machine-learning side. We just try to figure out *a* formula that works. If it has lower Vapnik-Chervonenkis dimension, great, but all we're really trying to do is predict what will happen or, more often, the risk of X happening. I can imagine future economists looking back on what fools we are, with our neural nets trained on the wrong data and overfitting the wrong functional forms. All for the sake of making a dollar and getting that social approval.
  • Have you ever tried explaining why inertia is right and things all fall at the same speed to a kid? Because things don't all fall at the same speed, and smoke in fact goes up. Not only that, but (if you have chosen to live far enough away from artificial light or regularly venture there at night) the sky is obviously still and even with great precision we can't measure parallax. Not to mention
  • Also -- that whole "Humans have over time come to see themselves as less and less special or privileged in the order of the universe"? Who said that, Sagan? I oughtta put a different book in front of his face before he promulgated all that stuff. The ancients and medievals didn't see humans as special or privileged by the Earth being at the centre of the Universe. They saw us as being at the bottom (which we obviously are. all the Heavens are above us. "up" is defined as the normal to the manifold surface of the Earth) of the natural order. This is totally consistent with the Fallen post-Eden state -- the Earth getting older and decaying, Man living shorter and shorter lifespans and falling deeper into Sin, the great civilisations of the past crumbling and decaying.
  • Anyway, there are way too many informative things said by different people to do "Quote" posts and I want these to be tied together. So I'm using the "Chat" Format instead.
  • if heliocentrism is so blatantly obvious and only the stupid Catholics didn’t get it because of their “blind faith”, why did the Chinese, who were unencumbered by both Aristotle and the Bible, have to wait until the Jesuits – of all people – came, rather than vice versa? It’s funny how all these clamorous indictments against the Catholic Church for holding back science somehow amount to a big insult to non-European civilizations, who didn’t have the evil Church to hold them back and somehow still didn’t make it, despite being given a 1000-year headstart.
  • Don’t forget, heliocentrism had been falsified in good Popperian fashion by the absence of the predicted stellar parallax and the lack of eastward deflection in falling bodies. (Good evidence why Popper is inadequate.) The latter was not empirically settled until the 1790s when Gugliemini dropped weights down the inside of the spiral staircase of the tower of the Univ. of Bologna. The former was apparently settled when Calandrelli observed parallax in a-Lyrae. (“Apparently” because some have contended that he could not have actually observed it. However, it was reported in the literature in 1803.)
  • the Jesuits were half-way convinced. Grienberger was reported to have said that Scheiner was on board and even Clavius was not far from the Copernican system. Then GG had to get into a flame war with Grassi over the comets of 1618, where Grassi had made meticulous telescopic observations and was clearly right on the science while GG had not even bothered to observe them, and so the Jesuits, who had earlier celebrated Galileo, sat on their hands when he went on trial.
  • Galileo declared that the comets of 1618 were emanations in the earth’s atmosphere; whereas the Jesuit astronomers claimed they were bodies in highly eccentric orbits that had come from somewhere beyond the moon. In the Dialogo, Galileo had claimed the ocean tides were sloshing caused by the earth’s rotation and so conclusive proof. But centuries before, Aquinas had written that the tides were caused somehow by the moon.
  • Somebody else pointed out that the Catholics have had the longest-running astronomical observatory in the world. Elsewhere that Aquinas wrote that there are multiple possible interpretations of the Bible and we shouldn't settle on THE official one until we know it's true (however false interpretations can be ruled out)
  • Apparently the future Pope told Galileo in 1611 that the theologians needed a little time to go over his work. He pushed them on the issue and said they needed to reinterpret the Bible based on his work of natural philosophy, That was a no-no because only the Church can interpret the Bible (this is before Martin Luther) and that is in fact where all of their political power comes from. So rather than being anti-science, the Church was forced, politically, into taking GG head on when, for intellectual reasons, they woudl have preferred to continue their centuries-long project of squaring science with religion.
  • (In the discussion it coes clear that science and religion as we think of them today are misleading terms, because science as we understand it didn't exist and neither did religion as we understand it. Natural philosophy, astronomy, geometry, and theology are better terms.
  • here's what the other guy said:
  • The Catholic Church has one of the oldest operating observatories in the world. During the time the Catholic Church was ascendant, Europe experienced one of the greatest scientific booms in world history.
  • The conflict thesis about Galileo and Bruno are basically urban legends that have little connection to what actually happened. It always disappoints atheists when they find out that Galileo was actually kind of a dick, and Bruno wasn't executed in the slightest for his support of heliocentrism, but I try to always attack urban legends whenever they crop up.
  • Geocentricity was not seen to support humanity’s “specialness”. The centre of the universe was the bottom of the universe – everywhere you looked was up. That we occupy the place of least dignity in the universe was a commonplace of classical & medieval poetry. --Andrew Brew
  • "Anachronistically, we tend to think the Church's great problem was negotiating the difference between dogma and emerging science. But the Galileo debate was superimposed on a much older struggle to assimilate Greek thought (Aristotle) w Church teaching." —Jim Harrison
  • "Immutability of the heavens is not & never was prerequisite to geocentricity. Stoics rejected immutability & accepted geo."—@rmathematicus
  • "There is an obsession with suggesting that X was wrong, and that the 'truth' came along and bulldozed all previous lies."—Pete Langman
  • "contrary to popular opinion, Copernicus’ De revolutionibus was not on the Librorum Prohibitorum but only referred there until corrected."
  • "Kepler worried about having his book on the Librorum Prohibitorum but friends pointed out that it became more attractive, forbidden fruit."
  • "All the ban meant was that scholars could not find the book on open shelves but had to apply…duly delivered from the poison cabinet."
  • attributed as a chat
  • presentist ... fuels debate
  • W
  • Jim Harrison: What really ended the debate was not a decision on which system had fewer epicycles and assumptions, but the emergence of a persuasive dynamic explanation. So long as it’s just a matter of geometry, Tycho’s system works as well as a heliocentric system even if you consider the phases of Venus. Once you develop laws of motion and a theory of gravity, however, it becomes pretty hard to think that the itty bitty Earth is lording it over the enormous sun. It seems there was this guy named Newton…
  • Came across a historian of science who is tearing apart the story we were all told about the Catholic Church and Galileo.
  • https: //thonyc.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/but-it-doesn%e2%80%99t-move/
  • A few choice quotes:
  • @rmathematicus: if heliocentrism is so blatantly obvious and only the stupid Catholics didn’t get it because of their “blind faith”, why did the Chinese, who were unencumbered by both Aristotle and the Bible, have to wait until the Jesuits – of all people – came, rather than vice versa? It’s funny how all these clamorous indictments against the Catholic Church for holding back science somehow amount to a big insult to non-European civilizations, who didn’t have the evil Church to hold them back and somehow still didn’t make it, despite being given a 1000-year headstart.
  • @rmathematicus: Don’t forget, heliocentrism had been falsified in good Popperian fashion by the absence of the predicted stellar parallax and the lack of eastward deflection in falling bodies. (Good evidence why Popper is inadequate.) The latter was not empirically settled until the 1790s when Gugliemini dropped weights down the inside of the spiral staircase of the tower of the Univ. of Bologna. The former was apparently settled when Calandrelli observed parallax in a-Lyrae. (“Apparently” because some have contended that he could not have actually observed it. However, it was reported in the literature in 1803.)
  • @rmathematicus: the Jesuits were half-way convinced. Grienberger was reported to have said that Scheiner was on board and even Clavius was not far from the Copernican system. Then GG had to get into a flame war with Grassi over the comets of 1618, where Grassi had made meticulous telescopic observations and was clearly right on the science while GG had not even bothered to observe them, and so the Jesuits, who had earlier celebrated Galileo, sat on their hands when he went on trial.
  • @rmathematics: Galileo declared that the comets of 1618 were emanations in the earth’s atmosphere; whereas the Jesuit astronomers claimed they were bodies in highly eccentric orbits that had come from somewhere beyond the moon. In the Dialogo, Galileo had claimed the ocean tides were sloshing caused by the earth’s rotation and so conclusive proof. But centuries before, Aquinas had written that the tides were caused somehow by the moon.
  • @rmathematicus: Somebody else pointed out that the Catholics have had the longest-running astronomical observatory in the world. Elsewhere that Aquinas wrote that there are multiple possible interpretations of the Bible and we shouldn't settle on THE official one until we know it's true (however false interpretations can be ruled out)
  • @rmathematicus: Apparently the future Pope told Galileo in 1611 that the theologians needed a little time to go over his work. He pushed them on the issue and said they needed to reinterpret the Bible based on his work of natural philosophy, That was a no-no because only the Church can interpret the Bible (this is before Martin Luther) and that is in fact where all of their political power comes from. So rather than being anti-science, the Church was forced, politically, into taking GG head on when, for intellectual reasons, they woudl have preferred to continue their centuries-long project of squaring science with religion.
  • @isomorphisms: (In the discussion it coes clear that science and religion as we think of them today are misleading terms, because science as we understand it didn't exist and neither did religion as we understand it. Natural philosophy, astronomy, geometry, and theology are better terms.
  • here's what the other guy said:
  • The Catholic Church has one of the oldest operating observatories in the world. During the time the Catholic Church was ascendant, Europe experienced one of the greatest scientific booms in world history.
  • The conflict thesis about Galileo and Bruno are basically urban legends that have little connection to what actually happened. It always disappoints atheists when they find out that Galileo was actually kind of a dick, and Bruno wasn't executed in the slightest for his support of heliocentrism, but I try to always attack urban legends whenever they crop up.
  • Andrew Brew: Geocentricity was not seen to support humanity’s “specialness”. The centre of the universe was the bottom of the universe – everywhere you looked was up. That we occupy the place of least dignity in the universe was a commonplace of classical & medieval poetry.
  • Jim Harrison: Anachronistically, we tend to think the Church's great problem was negotiating the difference between dogma and emerging science. But the Galileo debate was superimposed on a much older struggle to assimilate Greek thought (Aristotle) w Church teaching.
  • @rmathematicus: Immutability of the heavens is not & never was prerequisite to geocentricity. The Stoics, for example, rejected immutability & accepted geocentricity.
  • Pete Langman: There is an obsession with suggesting that X was wrong, and that the 'truth' came along and bulldozed all previous lies.
  • "contrary to popular opinion, Copernicus’ De revolutionibus was not on the Librorum Prohibitorum but only referred there until corrected."
  • "Kepler worried about having his book on the Librorum Prohibitorum but friends pointed out that it became more attractive, forbidden fruit."
  • "All the ban meant was that scholars could not find the book on open shelves but had to apply…duly delivered from the poison cabinet."
Thanks For Being You

It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since I last put out a video on my channel. There’s no reason for it really—I haven’t exactly been busy. I could have made a video at any point but I didn’t because the thought of making one stresses me out. Me! It’s usually Dan who is worried about putting out videos. I’m supposed to be on top of this. Yet here I sit at my computer staring at the blank screen trying to think up an idea.

Maybe I can just do a tag video like the ‘my flatmate does my makeup’ or something silly like that. But people would probably be mad if I make something that easy after three weeks of no content. Think, Phil, think. There’s got to be an idea floating up in that head of yours!

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