anya was right


Anya lives, hangs around Raven in Arkadia till she recovers from the non-fatal gunshot wound and is a distraction and safety hazard - Let Raven put the soldering iron away first ffs, someones going to get hurt DX

ASOIAF: The Book of the City of Ladies

Ladies in their own right, in the time of the War of the Five Kings 6/…

Anya Waynwood, Lady of Ironoaks.

A Lady with a distinct air of nobility, Anya Waynwood has already widowed and is mother of three grown sons and several daughters. At first, she is one of the Lords Declarant who swear to drive Petyr Baelish out of the Vale and to protect their young lord, Robert Arryn. But later, in a unexpected move, she is present at the wedding of Lord Lyonel Corbray in Gulltown, an adherent of Lord Baelish. One of her wards is the young Harrold Hardyng, her cousin and the heir-presumptive of the Vale.

“None of us wants war,” acknowledged Lady Waynwood. “Autumn wanes, and we must gird ourselves for winter.”

A Feast for Crows. Alayne I.

Note: This is another young version of an elderly ruling Lady.

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Raven knows she’s pulling away.

Part of her died when Luna pressed their bonding rings into her hand.

Another part withered when she realized that Luna had been ready to let herself die if the sea willed it.

Watching the two greatest joys of her life together had once given her peace and a sense of belonging, now she wonders if it was only ever a delusion she had.

So Raven knows she’s pulling away but she doesn’t know how to stop it and she doesn’t know how much is real and how much is in her head.

She wants to go back to before, back before they thought Anya had been killed, back before her heart had shattered, back before she flinched when they touched her. Each day she grows more distant even though she tries to pretend she isn’t.

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  • Lexa: I need your help in... expressing... my feelings.
  • Anya: ...of course.
  • Lexa:
  • Anya:
  • Lexa: Well? How do I express my feelings?
  • Anya: Oh! Oh I see, right. Um. Feelings.
  • Lexa: Feelings.
  • Anya: Girls.
  • Lexa: Girls.
  • Anya: Flowers?
  • Anya: *dies*
  • Finn: *shoots innocent people and everyone defends him*
  • Raven: *gets tortured the 53th time in the season*
  • Bellamy: *gets tortured and nobody knows it*
  • Monty: *does not get a storyline and remains the sidekick*
  • Clarke: *can not go back to the camp because she is too broken, after all she has done*
  • Me: Wells Jaha did not die for this bullshit.

anonymous asked:

From Commander-in-Chief: “Gabby Blabby Abby? Grabby Hands? Dr. Crabbie Pants? Ugh. I’m so glad you ended it with her. She was too old for you, anyway.”“Just wait until you meet your future mother-in-law,” Anya sing-songs. “You’re in for a treat.” For the love of holy causes and effects, upon all that is good in this world, p l e a s e tell us how this meeting goes! *angel's choirs singing please* Like, what wins - Lexa's Heda composure or her awkward gay noodle bean-ness? I'm so curious

Haha, hmm… One question is who tells Lexa and whether Clarke actually finds out (wait, Clarke doesn’t know about her mom and Anya, right? Or was that her mom and Raven? omg need to pull out my venn diagram again! okay, it’s unclear. so just for fun, let’s say that Clarke doesn’t know about it either. bc what is that fic but crack and miscommunication?)

January 3rd, 2021

“Babe. Don’t freak out but—Lexa. Stop. It’s fine.”

President Woods takes a deep breath. “Of course it’s fine. I’m fine. Go on.”

“Are you going to need your panic room?”

“It is not ‘my panic room,’ Clarke. It’s not, like, therapeutic. It’s just called a panic room because it locks down.”

“Ummhmm. And it just so happens to be your bedroom. Where you do all your panicking.”

“I’m the President of the United States, Clarke. I don’t panic,” Lexa sulks, digging a pen into the surface of her desk before remembering it’s a priceless historical heirloom. “What were you saying?” she prods, furiously trying to buff away the scratch with her thumb.

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I’m very lazy to do good pics. Alas.

Chapter 10. Lina.
Three months later.

To live with Denis was not as I imagined. He worked all the time, lecturing in the morning, and the rest of the time he was lost in the workshop. He slept for three or four hours a day, and sometimes he could paint for two days in a row. And nothing in it showed fatigue, only his eyes became quite yellow and evil.
To me, his attitude changed - he behaved like an older brother, could pat me on the head, but nothing more that could give at least some of his feelings for me. And I did not understand why. I turned seventeen and deep down I hoped … For what? The fact that he will kiss me at least on my birthday?
What happened to him? Why did he treat me like that after that evening? I could not understand.

The man was sleeping on the couch in the living room, and I often noticed how he rubbed his lower back in the morning and felt remorse because his back hurts because of me.

Once I could not stand it and at night I came to him. Lied next to Denis, put her hands on his chest, feeling how measured his heart beats. He embraced me in a dream, his lips pressed against mine, unconsciously kissing me. The man’s hands slid under my T-shirt, squeezing my chest and I took a deep breath. Apparently, this is what awakened him. He opened his eyes sharply and stared at me in bewilderment.
- Lina? - he asked hoarsely. - What are you doing, damn you?
He jumped up from the couch and stared at me angrily.
- Shall I lock the door? Am I entitled sometimes to sleep? Angelina, can you hear me? I do not need a mistress, understand this!
I bit my lip and rushed to the door. Oh, what an idiot he is! Anya was absolutely right when she told me not to mess with him! And why do not I ever listen to adults?
- Wait, Lina… -  he caught up with me and took me by the hand. - Forgive me. I did not mean that. I really do not need now … such a relationship.
- That is, when you kissed me, it was all … just like that?
- I clarified, trying not to let my voice shake.
- No, - he shook his shaggy head. - Lina, I can not explain to you now … I … No, it’s impossible.
The man kissed my fingers and asked:
- Go to sleep, Lina. Just remember - I did everything quite seriously.
He pushed me to the door and, I had no choice but to go to the bedroom in deep perplexity. What does this man hide?

I leaned back on the couch and laughed hysterically.
- She came to me - I told the darkness in the corner.  - Oh, my God, she came to me. And I did not do anything! Terrific!
She excites me. Every movement of Lina echoed in me, and I realized that even an easy kiss can result in sex, whether the girl wants it or not.
The fact that she eventually began to live with me was wrong. With every minute I wanted it all the stronger. I downloaded myself in full; tried not to touch her and generally see less of the girl, but it did not help much.
In almost seventeen years we had sex with Anya for the first time, so I had no doubt that Lina could also mature for this. But it meant that after the first night the girl would most likely leave me, and I was not ready for such a turn of events.
I lay down on my stomach and pressed my hot cheek to the upholstery of the sofa. The darkness in the corner became thicker, blotted into a tight lump and took on the outlines of his father.
“As always, worthless and miserable” - he sounded soundlessly, his lips curling contemptuously. I remembered this grin for the rest of my life. What a pity that when my father was alive, I could not do anything to erase it from his face. How I wanted to smash his lips in the blood, feel the salty taste in the tongue, hear the crunching of breaking teeth and understand that here it is - freedom! My father died much earlier, before I had time to grow a little and fulfill this dream. However, I still gained freedom.
I’ve grown up a long time, but my father’s visions do not leave me. Am I free?
And does Lina need a half-crazy man?
Blood ran from the nose. I closed my eyes, trying not to pay attention to my father’s mutter. Probably, I still went crazy. A little more, Denis, stay a little longer on this side.
Deep breath. I opened my eyes. My father disappeared, which means that you can live on. I can handle.


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anonymous asked:

I have this feeling that this much Bellamy/Clarke together and growing together is to set us up for them having to be separated. The whole thing of having to be on the list together? That just screams to me that WON'T happen like that. But I can handle the separation if we know (in show canon) that they've progressed as a relationship, knowing that they'll fight to return to each other.

That’s honestly what I am thinking too. I think we’re going to get a replay of season 1, Bellamy on one side of the door and Clarke on the other. But this time, they will be fighting to get back to EACH OTHER. Even if it takes a long time. And there will be a reason that they come back together and that is because they are canon and together by the end of the season. 

What happens in the interim I don’t know. But with all this speculation about the separation and the time jump, it just makes me more sure that they’re going all the way with romantic bellarke. THIS SEASON. They’ve set it up. But yeah, to give it to us as a happily ever after thing is antithetical to this show. So that makes a separation or other horror pretty likely. 

Also, it would be likely to have Clarke start out next season alone/in solitary as she has started out EVERY SINGLE SEASON, except season 4. Isolation in season 1. Decontamination in season 2. Exile in season 3. 

I do have a couple of different theories for that though. If we look back at season 1 as a parallel, Bellamy couldn’t make it to the dropship, so Finn ran out after him and that meant they were both out in the cold together. Separated from the delinquents (but saved from MW.)  Also, when the dropship closed, Anya snuck in right before it shut. Changing her fate.

I could see this separation of Clarke from the group to, last minute, have Bellamy joining her. So rather than Clarke being alone on a barren apocalyptic world, it would be Clarke and Bellamy being alone together. This actually would make sense with the way they are revisiting some of the failures and experiences of the past, but using what they learned from the failures to change the outcomes of the replay. She doesn’t leave alone. He doesn’t get separated. They stick together. Together. And so manage to make it through the apocalypse intact. It could happen. I think it’s good to consider multiple possibilities to a speculation or narrative path, and not get stuck on the end that you are either afraid of or desire. Yes. We have a long history of separation with Clarke and Bellamy, but we also have a very “together” couple by the time we get to season 4, and two people who refuse to let the other sacrifice themselves, not even for the good of the people. So… it makes me think about the commonly accepted speculation of a separation.

This puts me to mind of Kane’s ideas of season 1. About taking them back to the cosmic Adam and Eve. Are Bellamy and Clarke the csomic Adam and Eve?


okay but this is a great episode: hell’s bells (btvs | 6x16)

oh, anyanka. i’m sorry. but you let him domesticate you. when you were a vengeance demon, you were powerful, at the top of your game. you crushed men like him. it’s time you got back to what you do best, don’t you think?

Essays in Existentialism: Punches III

Maybe you can do another Punches chapter? It would be so intresting to see Clarke meeting Anya, Clarke seeing Lexa fighting and strugling to accept that Lexa willingly fights and gets hurt. Thank you so much, you are my favourite fics writer :)

Previously on Punches

The city was frozen, though the thaw at its heart began to change it. Buildings dripped and streets cleared of ice, for a day or two, and the next wayward storm would blow its way through, punishing it for believing that it had a chance at all to reach the sacred gates of summer. But still, the city did its best to usher in the changing of seasons. The snow didn’t pile high anymore, but came in wisps and dustings, and the ice didn’t pepper the roads or sidewalks, but relegated itself to puddles and gutters. The city tried, so hard, to escape the perpetual winter, that it did not even notice or care at all, about what would happen on the other side of the world.  

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  • Willow: How can you defend a country where five percent of the people control 95 percent of the wealth?
  • Anya: I’m defending a country where people can think, and act, and worship any way they want!
  • Willow: Can not.
  • Anya: Can too.
  • Willow: Can not!
  • Anya: Can too!
  • Giles: Please, please, kids, stop fighting. Maybe Anya's right about America being the land of opportunity, and maybe Willow's got a point about the machinery of capitalism being oiled with the blood of the workers.
So I just bought myself a new BTVS boxset and it’s really pretty but after S2, the summaries of each season seem a bit strange?

Season 3: Living in Sunnydale, atop the human portal to the bestial, demon-breeding Hellmouth, and defending the world from its undead inhabitants, is tough enough. But Buffy must also struggle with the very human challenges of being a typical high-school student, where popularity can make or break you. It does not help that her cohorts Xander and Willow start dating, while all Buffy seems to have is the company of Angel - her boyfriend, if you can even call him that, since he is more devil than anything else. Even more daunting are the deliriously gruesome battles Buffy takes to the underworld - only to discover one shocking surprise begets another.

Season 4: With high school now just a fleeting nightmare, Buffy graduate to college and finds not only new academic crises, but ghost-ridden ones as well. Buffy’s boyfriend, Angel the vampire, is now dead to the rest of the world as well, leaving her plenty of opportunites for romance, as well as facing the harpies of hell, who continue to haunt her. College is infinitely more difficult and dangerous than high school. To help her cope, Buffy takes on a tutor in her Grand-Guiginol studies, former friend Rupert Giles, the resident expert on darkness, devils and all things evil. Giles can certainly help, but when it comes to fighting darkness, Buffy is all on her own.

Season 5: This season, the likeable but brutally capable Buffy is joined by her 14 year-old sister, Dawn. Where Dawn has been buried up to this point is painstakingly revealed, tormenting Buffy like a freshly hung victim in a noose, kicking for dear life. Luckily, Buffy lands a new boyfriend, Riley Finn. First year college orientation is followed by a dreaded sophomore slump with more grown-up ghastliness and bizarre encounters. To help overcome new difficulties, Buffy’s gang gains two spectacular spectres, Spike, a surly English vampire, and Anya, Xander’s jealous 1100 year-old, and long-time dead former ghoulfriend.

Season 6: Buffy grapples with balancing both her enchanting femininity and unrelenting formidability as she copes with being a beautiful, sexy young woman as well as saviour of the world. Previously, she had sacrificed her own life for her sister’s, which although harrowing, now gives Buffy a maturity she has never enjoyed before. But along with growth comes even more treacherous obstacles. If you think you have seen everything so far, wait until you discover what happens this season. Buffy’s destiny draws her deeper into the netherworld, while above ground, her relationship with Spike takes some unexpectedly inhuman turns. Will Buffy keep it together while the evil axis of demonic destruction around her tears everything apart?

Season 7: And so the fight of good versus evil continues. Buffy is now a working woman and along with all the pressures that entails in the real world, she must also face the never-ending haunts in the unreal world - against vampires, poltergeists and unfathomable creatures. For good measure, throw in raising a lovesick teenager, to-the-death battles between friends and her own salacious romances. With some new tricks up her sleeve, Buffy’s power waxes, although the inhabitants of the Hellmouth have not just been lying around in their coffins either. They are back - and they are mad as hell. Buffy takes to her ever-evolving destiny like warlocks to wands, as our remarkable vampire slayer vows to face the new fight wherever it takes her - to Hades and beyond.


Hi guys! So i wrote this fic that everyone was so excited about, I had fun writing it but I’m really not confident about this fic. I still wrote it, this is exact 900 words. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Ah, Spring Court, my mom’s old court. The manor was a rose covered prison just as mom described it. Mom and I relaxed our glamour’s and let the tendrils of night roll of us. The guards at the gate paled. My mom smirked and said,” Why if it isn’t Bron and Hart, my old bodyguards.” I stifled a laugh-mom had bodyguards, no wonder she hated this place. Both of the guards went inside. I looked at mom, she smiled. I smiled back and moments later two blonde guys were walking toward us. Mom slipped her High Lady mask back on and said,” Tamlin.” He gave a smug look and answered,” Feyre.” His tone had a hint of surprise and shock. Mom gestured toward me saying, “This is my daughter Vivian, Princess and Heir of Night Court.”Tamlin and the boy standing beside him looked at me like they were expecting some else. Tamlin patted the boy’s shoulder and said,” This is Jonas, my son and the Prince and Heir of Spring Court.”I looked at Tamlin, seeing that he had an artificial arm and leg. Jonas was eyeing me so I gave him a smirk and flipped my brassy hair.

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