believing its stupid

oopsnocturnal  asked:

hi! i'd love to hear what you think would have happened if wyldon hadn't let keladry stay after her first year!! love your writing :^)

“Mindelan, it may be that the best thing said of my tenure is that you were my student. Should that be the case, I am the wrong man for this post. I did all I could to get rid of you. Your probation was wrong. You know that, I know it. I was harder on you than any lad. Thank Mithros I remembered my honor and let you stay when you met the conditions—but it was a near thing. Next time, I might not heed the voice of honor.”

– Wyldon of Cavall (Squire)

Kel sat and thought about it all through the long summer– thought about joining the Riders when she turned sixteen, or going back to the Yamani Isles with her parents, or running away to become an unlawful bandit hunter. 

She drank tea with her mother and accepted her quiet sympathy. She wondered what was going to happen to Peachblossom. She did her morning glaive practice dances in the heady air of the tiny courtyard garden of her parents’ townhouse, where the cook grew herbs and spices in big overflowing boxes.

Summer rolled on. She sat, and she thought, and she did not tell her thoughts to anyone. On the first day of what would have been her second year of page training, she woke before the sun and had a quiet breakfast with her father, and then she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds.

When the pages trailed out of the building to the practice yards with dubious enthusiasm, she was waiting just outside their ground. Her chin was high, her shoulders loose while her hands gripped her weighted staff.

“Probationer,” Wyldon barked out her, when one of the boys went to fetch him. “Was I unclear in the spring?”

Kel stared him down, fingers white on her staff, and said, “I’m not a probationer anymore.”

“She’s a private citizen, just enjoying the fresh air,” Neal called from the other side of the practice yard fence. He got armor cleaning punishment for a week for his cheek and Kel lifted and lowered and struck with her staff to the call of the masters. Her staff hit thin air. The clack of the pages’ staves colliding hit her ears.

“That’s palace property,” Wyldon said ten minutes in, and plucked the staff out of her grip, so Kel followed the lesson with empty hands and brought her mother’s spare walking stick the next day.

They started calling her trespasser, after that, and Kel stood calm on the public grounds just on the other side of the practice yard fence, practicing her high blocks.

While the pages had riding practice, she sat in the dirt outside the riding yard and did the homework Neal smuggled out for her. He handed the finished assignments in for her, too, even though only Myles and the one Mithran priest who had never learned anyone’s names graded them. She took notes on what riding exercises the masters were assigning the pages and watched Neal where he sat on Peachblossom’s back like a sack of mulish peanuts.

“When I heard you weren’t t’ be coming back,” Stefan the hostler told her. “I wasn’t sure what would happen to the old lad.”

“Me, either,” said Kel, looking down at her math and trying to keep her face smooth and still.

When the pages went in for their seated classes, Stefan let her take out Peachblossom to try to exercises herself. Days the gelding was too tired, he found other mounts for her and Kel learned all their names– gentle Aubrey and fastidious Starfall and distractible, clever Redding and poor anxious Terence, who almost threw her more than once. “He comes by the fidgets honest,” Stefan told her and Kel brought extra apples for Terence when she could.

She still took on Lalasa when Gower found her feeding the sparrows in the courtyard beside her old rooms and asked her. Her parents’ townhouse had the funds to hire another maid, though Kel didn’t need or want a personal servant.

Lalasa pinched Kel’s torn clothes from her room all the same and returned them better hemmed and beautifully mended. Kel barely saw her, though she tried to leave a coin from her allowance on the piles of clothes she thought the young woman was most likely to steal away next.

She didn’t ask for the help and she told herself she didn’t want it, but she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds every day with her weighted harness weighing on her shoulders.

She stood just outside the low fence of the practice yards and ignored Joren’s comments and Zahir’s sneers and the rebukes of the swordfighting teachers– distraction, they said. Lump, waste, failure.

The sun beat down on her aching shoulders and she thought I could stand here forever, thought you are just noise and wind, I am a mountain. I will be here long after you cease howling.

Neal landed blows on Joren’s fingers, apologizing blandly to the masters for his clumsinesses, because Kel had ordered him to get in no fights for her honor. The sun beat down on the careful stitches of Kel’s cotton shirt, which fit as perfectly as Lalasa could manage from a shy distance.

She told herself she didn’t want the help, didn’t need it. Her harness weighed down her shoulders, her makeshift staff weighed down her arms, but the cotton laid light and kind on her back.

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He’s just like I was back then. Lost. You’re the only one who can stop him. Please find his heart. Kan thinks he’s all alone in the world. He’s crying inside.


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“He needs his mouth taping up to stop all that bleating about his ‘missus’. I think I speak for the majority when I say that we are extremely cringed out by Liam’s gushing compliments over his (old) bird! I din’t see her doing the same. She’s just sitting back on her throne whilst the court jester is out making a clown of himself.”

“Haha someone will be getting no dessert for a while after that comment! Didn’t he say recently that she gives him grief for talking too much about her in interviews? I think he thought she was joking, but at this point he is making them both look like idiots.”

“He’s too intellectually challenged to realise the creepiness of this statement … bless him.”

“The only kind of man C****l can keep! Lovestruck and dumb.”

“He watched her as a kid. Now she has two kids.”

“I think C****l needs to put a set of reins on him and put him in the pram with Bear. He’s too young to be on social media he’s still only a baby bless him”

“This is exactly why it works for C****l - the kid idolises her and wouldn’t dare question her! That’s where the others failed - they had their own personalities and weren’t blinded by love. He’ll soon learn as they grow older.”

“He doesn’t speak about her as a person or the mother of his child, he speaks about her as C****l C**e the popstar trophy”

“God this puts it into perspective on how creepy she is, I mean realistically C****l’s got to have some form of pedo tendencies to have met a 14 year old kid when she was in her 20s and flirted with him then, then years later having a Baby with him it’s bizarre. Imagine saying you met your future babies father, when he was 14 and you were 25 it’s disgusting.”

Somebody free him.

I don’t like the ‘villain gets punished be being mummified alive’ plotline.

Because the last thing the old egyptians would have done is to grant a villain immortality like this.

This is what mummification does: It preserves your body for you immortal soul so it has a vessel to return to. Destroy the body and you destroy the person. Same with Names.

So, if there really would be a priest or a princess to kill the pharao, they would be punished by being killed and burned and their ashes thrown to the four winds. Their names would be erased from all that is written and they would be forgotten, cursed to never have existed in the first place.

So, how about this:

The ‘curse’ is actually put on the villain by their followers as to preserve them, to save them from being destroyed. Like, they steal the body before it gets burned and cast their magic on it.

They scribble the ‘villains’ name all over the secret tombs walls, writing about their greatness, their good deeds, how awesome they were, so Ammet won’t eat their heart.

How this turns out to be a real ‘curse’ could also be interesting.

A mistake in the magic writings? One wrong hieroglyph? Something occuring becaue of ‘modern times vs. ancient egyptian times’? Or a result of graverobbery? A “Take my stuff and I’ll get you good!” kinda thing?

Maybe the ‘good guy’ could be responsible for the curse.

Better than saying “The ancient egyptians cursed him to be super powerful, but locked hm up in a box until some american dudes come along and free him.”


“She had a deal with a god, was burried in his realm, but was also locked up until some american dude comes along and frees her.”

Sansa and her family.

In the fandom there is this understanding that  while Sansa is loved by her siblings she didnt  appreciate them in return. But Do they really loved her without judgement? No, they didnt. Lets see how many times they thought Sansa was naive or stupid because she loved songs or was too “girly”

Sansa would have sighed and shed a tear for true love, but Arya just thought it was stupid. 

“Rubies,” Sansa said, lost. “What rubies?”

Arya gave her a look like she was so stupid. 

But that was just stupid, like something Sansa might dream. Hot Pie and Gendry had left her just as soon as they could, and Lord Beric and the outlaws only wanted to ransom her, just like the Hound.

That’s stupid, Arya thought. Sansa only knows songs, not spells, and she’d never marry the Imp. 

The Titan of Braavos. Old Nan had told them stories of the Titan back in Winterfell. He was a giant as tall as a mountain, and whenever Braavos stood in danger he would wake with fire in his eyes, his rocky limbs grinding and groaning as he waded out into the sea to smash the enemies. “The Braavosi feed him on the juicy pink flesh of little highborn girls,” Nan would end, and Sansa would give a stupid squeak.

 I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. 

Bran did not understand, so he asked the Reeds. “Do you like to read books, Bran?” Jojen asked him.“Some books. I like the fighting stories. My sister Sansa likes the kissing stories, but those are stupid.”

While I agree that Sansa was awful to Arya and made her feel bad about her looks, its clear that Arya (and Bran) dont have a good opinion on her sister either. They (much like all Cersei, or Littlefinger, or even Tyrion sometimes…) believe she is a stupid little girl. And its quite frankly irritating to read metas about how Sansa didnt understand how much her family loved her, or understood her, when in truth it was not like that at all.. Both are guilty of not reaching one another. Its a two way relationship. 

anonymous asked:

Do you think that the boys will come back?

You mean 1D as a band? Absolutely. Even if I were to believe everything we’re told (petty fights, distancing themselves, etc.), I’d still have no doubt that they’ll come back together: there’s money to be made.

Remember that brief moment when the fandom got super excited about some random guy suing them? And for a whole day we cracked jokes about how all five would reunite in jail? That’s a good indicative IMO. 1D coming back together—here I speak in terms of 5/5—is something the fans want. Despite so many being abysses of hatred, tearing down the other four to “support” their fave, most would be ecstatic about a reunion.

I don’t know how much you know about Backstreet Boys or New Kids on the Block, but let me tell you that they got together as a supergroup (NKOTBSB) and made a lot of money. According to Billboard★, their tour ranked 17 in their top 25 tours of that year.

Yeah, I definitely think the boys are coming back. Many other groups have reunited later and they had more beef than the 12yo bitch fights we’re meant to believe involving the boys. I don’t know when it will happen (my guess is late 2019/2020), but it will happen.

1D were born as a moneygrab with five cute boys, never intended to last this long. We just lucked out that they’re all talented AF and decent folks. They’ll be fine. ;)