I think for me the worst part about The Emoji Movie imo is that it has serviceable animation - people were obviously putting a decent amount of effort into their work, and what they have to show for it is a %6 on RT, a 9 on Metacritic and an opening Weekend that currently looks like its only made back one fifth of its budget.

I wish the people whose first job was working on The Emoji Movie good luck in the future; hopefully it won’t end up as too big of a black mark on your resume.

[Snuffles, you idiot! - Sirius Black x Reader]

I am back from my few days of writers’ block torture and I decided that I’d have a go with a different Marauder tonight so here’s Snuffles for you. I hope you enjoy my shitty writing!
Warnings- None. This ain’t a lemon, honey.
Word Count- 1037
Please don’t repost/plagiarise.

“Y/N! Your boyfriend is being an idiot again!” Remus complained and you smiled, bopping him on the nose.
“Remmy, when is my boyfriend not being an idiot?” You asked and he shrugged. “What has he done now?”
“Come with me,” Remus sighed, pressing his bookmark within the pages of his book. You did the same and followed him out of the library, dreading to see what situation he managed to get himself into.
Everyone had expected you to date Remus instead. Initially, so had you. The two of you had a lot in common; you read frequently, you both enjoyed and excelled in your classes, and you were both so adorably shy.
SO, cue the shocked whispers and confused glances when you strode around school holding hands with Sirius Black, who could only be described as your polar opposite. You didn’t care that you were so different, you only cared when he interrupted your precious reading time or stole from your sacred chocolate stash.
You walked along the corridors and out onto the school grounds alongside Remus, twirling your wand between your fingers as you grew nearer and nearer to the forbidden forest.
“What the hell is he doing in there?” You muttered and Remus didn’t answer, instead choosing to lead you unknowingly into the depths of the forest.
Dead leaves and twigs crackled under your feet, sunlight streaming down in between the gaps in the foliage above. Few birds tweeted as many were scared to enter within the forest, in fear of becoming the snack of a certain werewolf or other beast.
“Remus,” You groaned and he looked down at you, an amused twinkle in his brown eyes. “Can I shift please?” You batted your eyes at him and he waved his hand, motioning for you to continue.
You jumped up and down excitedly before closing your eyes and letting calm spread from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You started to shrink in size and you bent over, your bone structure clicking and changing until you were built to walk on four legs instead of two. Your nose elongate into a thin snout and blonde fur sprouted along your body. Your ears enlarged and sat on top of your head and you bounced around, a happy little fennec fox on the forest floor.
“We’re not far away now,” Remus chuckled, stumbling as you wove your way between his feet in a figure-8 motion.
You bounded after the tall boy, taking moments to take in the details that you were only close enough to see in your Animagus form. You observed the butterflies sitting on the edges of leaves, you chased the mice at the base of tree trunks and you barked up at a squirrel, you scuttled off soon after that in fear.
Remus picked you up and cradled you gently as he continued to walk along, ignoring your nips at his hand for him to set you down.
“If you don’t stop playing around we’re all going to miss dinner,” He rolled his eyes and you huffed, Turning your head away from him.
“Finally! My rescue team has arrived!” You heard a voice cheer and you snapped your head up, staring incredulously at the state of your boyfriend.
He was stuck half way in a fence, his front half stuck between two of the wooden beams. He grinned at you lazily and struggled against Remus who dropped you to the ground once you had nipped him a little too hard.
“Bloody Hell, was that necessary?” Remus hissed you looked up at him innocently as he stared at the bite bark on his hand.
“You know who impatient she is, mate,” Sirius replied and you snorted at him, shifting back into your human form.
“Considering we’re the only people who can get you out of your little situation right now, I suggest you pipe down on the smart-ass comments,” You snapped and he smirked at you, raising an eyebrow.
“Great to see you too, babe,” Sirius winked at you and you rolled your eyes, your cheeks flaming.
“How the hell did this even happen? You could have walked around the fence instead of trying to run through it, dumb ass,” You said and it was Sirius’ turned to blush. He looked at the ground and his hair fell in front of his face as you and Remus stared at him impatiently, waiting for an answer.
“I-uh-well, you see…” He trailed off and you motioned with your hand for him to continue. “I was c-chasing a fox in my Animagus form and it jumped through the gaps in this fence and I tried to follow it but I was a bit too big as I got stuck. I changed back to see if I could get out as the one and only Sirius Black, but that just made me even more stuck and now I can’t move,” He stuttered and you giggled at his crestfallen expression.
“Snuffles, you idiot,” You laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Remus, you grab his legs and try to pull him out and I’ll push on his shoulders. Just tell us if we’re hurting you,” You warned and your boyfriend nodded, bracing himself.
You pushed on his shoulders whilst Remus pulled his legs and you slowly managed to wedge him out from within the fence. He squeaked in pain a few times when he got splinters along his arms but you just rolled your eyes and pulled them out, whilst resuming ‘Sirius Black Rescue no. 48’.
“Thanks for that, guys,” Sirius panted once he stumble out the other side, a few twigs in his hair. You pulled them out for him whilst he threw an arm over your shoulder.
“Good thing we can sneak into the kitchens,” Remus stared, looking down at his watch.
You had missed dinner after all.

She Gets It From Her Mama

Characters: Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), Reader (You), Dinah Lance (Black Canary), Other Young Justice Members.

Requested by: Anonymous.

Synopsis: Being Black Canary’s daughter and Jaime thinking you hate him but when he is injured it is revealed you really like him.

Warnings: Blood.

A/N: I don’t even know what I was going for here.
Y/N = Your Name.
Hope you like it!

Tags: @lastbeliever

Jaime groaned as he stood from Y/N slamming him down to the ground. His body ached from the impact.
“Well done, Y/N.” Black Canary praised her daughter with a large smile.
“Favouritism, much?” Cassie scoffed.
“She took down her opponent. Was I meant to tell her she did horribly?” Black Canary glared at Cassie before returning her attention back to her daughter, “Work on your kicks. The balance is off, you aren’t putting the full force you can into them. Twist your hips in your roundhouses and there will be more power.” She looked to Jaime. “Try harder. Y/N keeps tackling you to the ground. At least take her down once.”
“She gets it from her mama.” Jaime hissed through gritted teeth and Black Canary hummed satisfactorily.
“Dude, she kicked your butt again.” Bart laughed as Jaime hobbled over to him.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Hilarious.” Jaime rolled his eyes at the speedster.
“Still got the hots for her, huh?”
“What!” Jaime exclaimed loudly, turning heads.
“Something you would like to say Mister Reyes?” Black Canary crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows at him.
“N-no.” Jaime shook his head and looked to the ground, more embarrassed than when he got his ass handed to him.
Black Canary resumed her lecture and Jaime sighed heavily.
Bart elbowed Jaime in the side. “Do you?” He grinned.
“Hots? For Y/N? No.” Jaime wouldn’t call it hots. He didn’t actually know what to call it at all. Just a physical attraction to Y/N, or something more?
Jaime looked over to where Y/N stood. Her usual, reserved self. She was only ever here when needed, not forming any emotional attachments to anyone. No one here really knew anything about her, which wasn’t useful for teamwork.
“So, you’re telling me that you’ve never thought about her in that way? Because it looked like you enjoyed being pinned underneath her like that.” Bart wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Jaime rolled his eyes again, a habit whenever Bart acted this way.
“Rest up.” Black Canary called out as she walked to the boom tube with Y/N trailing behind her.


“What a rare sight?” Robin said, puzzled.
“What?” Jaime looked up from what he was doing and was certainly surprised. Y/N was here. Her mother wasn’t. She was splayed over a sofa with a book, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“You should speak to her.”
“Do you know any other words?” Robin whispered. “You like her. It’s obvious. Now is your chance.”
“Uh, I don’t know, amigo?”
Robin adjusted his shades. “Do it.” He gave Jaime a shove which threw him off balance and had Jaime tripping over his feet to fall in front of Y/N.
Jaime looked at her nervously. “H-hi.” His face flushed red and he could’ve sworn hers did too, but she moved the book so it covered most of her face. “Sorry.”
“Are you okay?” She asked, avoiding eye contact.
“Um, yes. Yes, I’m fine.”
“Good.” Her eyes flicked briefly between him and the pages.
Jaime looked at Robin who nodded encouragingly.
“I was wondering-”
“I’m reading.” Y/N interrupted.
“I’m very into it, at the moment.”
Jaime didn’t know how to respond so he mumbled a sorry and slipped away to Robin and shrugged.


“She hates me.” Jaime complained to Bart and Robin.
“She doesn’t hate you.” Bart tried to assure him. “She’s just-”
“Something.” Robin finished. “At least the book provided some more information on her. She likes to read.”
“There’s the good news.” Jaime rubbed the back of his neck.
“Hey,” Robin patted him on the back, “she’s not a lost cause. I know it.”
“Thanks for the support, Robin, but-” their conversation was interrupted by the alarm sounding and the three hurried off to find out what the trouble was.


Jaime screamed as he was launched into a brick wall. A red and white blur whizzed passed him, followed by a yellow and red one. An explosion in the distance and screaming. He could hear Green Arrow shouting from where he was and Black Canary’s canary cry. Or was that just the ringing in his ears?
The scarab instinctively shot at the attacker which knocked him down, motionless on the floor, sending his weapon he was about to run at Jaime with far out of arms reach as well.
“For once,” Jaime breathed heavily, “I’m greatful I can’t control your every move because at least you keep me alive.” The scarab chirped. “Don’t get cocky.” Jaime laughed but hissed at the sharp, shooting pain in his side. Jaime managed to stand, but held one hand over his wound where the blood was showing no sign of stopping.
“That’s the last alien.” Bart stopped directly in front of Jaime, making him jump, which irritated his side more. “Home time! "And- Crap!” Bart stopped himself from speaking when he noticed Jaime’s suit now turning red. “Home time.” He repeated again, this time more serious as he picked up Jaime, too exhausted to object and zoomed off while Jaime blacked out on the speedster’s back.


Jaime dazed in and out of consciousness. The final time he came to, he was alarmed to see Y/N above him giving him CPR, she was just leaning for mouth to mouth before she noticed Jaime’s wide eyes, staring at her. Her face turned red and she awkwardly stepped away. “I-I’ll- they are probably on their way. They would’ve gotten the alarm your heart stopped. I’ll -I’ll leave.”
“Wait.” Jaime gasped out and reached for Y/N’s wrist. “You saved-”
“Others saved you. I just saved you right now.”
“Still,” he managed a smile, “you just saved me. You like me.” Jaime felt himself getting his breath and energy back. He sat up in the bed, groaning at the pain in his side.
“Careful.” Y/N stepped towards him and helped him sit up.
“Gracias.” Jaime’s heart was pounding at how close Y/N was to him. If he leant forward a few inches, he could kiss you. “You like me.”
“W-why is that surprise?” Y/N stuttered as her eyes dashed around looking for anywhere to hold her attention instead of Jaime’s eyes.
“I thought you hated me.”
“No.” Y/N simply said.
“Wait, ‘No’?”
“No.” Y/N repeated.
“You don’t hate me.” Y/N nodded slightly. Jaime felt hope builing up inside of him. “Then what do you feel towards me?”
Y/N became more red than a tomato. “I-” She started but was interrupted by Black Canary and Green Lantern bursting into the room.
“Oh. Good job, sweetie. He’s fine now.” Black Canary congratulated her daughter on her quick thinking for CPR.


Jaime painfully limped into centre of Mount Justice, immediately flooded by his teammates with 'welcome back’ and 'how are you’. But Jaime wasn’t interested. He hurriedly talked to them while looking around to spot Y/N. It wasn’t a high chance he would. Y/N was hardly ever here, but a smile spread across his face when he saw the silhouette he was searching for.
Y/N smiled at him from across the room.
Jaime pushed his teammates out of the way and approached Y/N. He ignored the murmurs of everyone when they realised where he was headed.
“Hi.” Jaime grinned.
“You never answered my question.”
“I, um-”
“Would you like to answer it over dinner, or something, I don’t know what you like, maybe you like bowling-” Jaime’s ramble was disrupted by Y/N pressing a finger to his lips.
“Dinner sounds great.”

Totally not lying

Getting it in before the last second.
Happy birthday you beautiful ass.



“Are you okay?” Roy called from outside the door.
“Uh yeah!” You yelled back with my most convincing “i’m totally not lying” voice and quickly stuffed the stick into some tissues, and hiding it behind the loose wall tile.
“Okay, but it’s time to go.” He said and you waited until his feet had left from underneath the door and walked out, pulling one of his hoodies over your clothes.

You offered him a small smile as he held one of Lian’s toys.
“She’ll be okay.” You reassured him and he nodded, moving it into the toy box.
“Do you think i’m over reacting?” He asked pulling you into a cuddle
“A little.” You said as you rubbed his back “This isn’t her first sleepover and you need to trust that Uncle Wally is doing an amazing job.”
He nodded and looked at his phone “Let’s go.”

The entire ride there was the most uncomfortable one you’d had since you two had started dating, and you’d both been through some uncomfortable things during those four years. Starting but not limited to the ride home from when arsenal caught you both in the act at a safe house.

“If i caught my clone masturbating..” lasted an entire month before he stopped teasing the both of you. If Lian’s ears hadn’t been around then you would of happily joined in and drug it out, but you were sadly forced to become the responsible one when they fought.

You knew why you were silent and you figured he was over Lian, which you didn’t understand. She was five and had been to plenty of sleepovers before and you were starting to feel that maybe it was due to the fact you’d both been called in on short notice. You were starting to wonder if it was time to press for the issue, he’d been more stand offish in the last few weeks and even more so in the last few days.

He had his secrets, and now you had your own.

The arrival was swift and the both of you walked into the secret entrance. Both of you lost in a state of intensifying anxiety. You both nervously danced around each other, taking off your civvies that hid your costumes and gearing up before heading towards the zeta tubes.

You looked at him strangely as he started to panic behind you, trying to fit something into his quiver after realizing it wouldn’t fit in his pocket. If it weren’t for his back in the way you would have seen what he was struggling with and heard him let out a sigh of relief. He finally made his way towards you and slung his quiver onto his back and pulled on his mask.

“Look at who’s the late one now.” You chuckled
“Ha ha.” He said sarcastically as he entered the zeta tube.
“Still me.” You said quietly in a low tone, as you peered at your stomach before following him

You approached the circle of heroes waiting beside Batman, Superman and Oliver with Dinah.
You frowned knowing this was never a good sign.
The more heroes meant the harder the mission and this wasn’t the time to blurt out that you were indeed pregnant. The closer you got, the closer you made out Superman’s excited smile form on his face and you felt like running out screaming “Nope!” repeatedly. Although now at least you didn’t have to tell them now, to keep out of danger.
You felt a hand land on your shoulder and  looked up to see Nightwing give you a reassuring smirk.

You smiled back and made your way over to Roy.
“What’s going on?” You whispered as Black Canary resumed her talk and he looked around with a frown.
“Nothing.” He said in his “i’m not hiding anything voice.” and you raised your eyebrow at him in response. “Uh huh.”
“Really?” You asked letting your irritation finally flow out in your tone.. “Because it’s been “It’s fine” and “It’s nothing” for a month now and -  you’re not even looking at me” You shook your head at him as he scanned the room while you talked.
“Y/N.” He started to talk, but you couldn’t find the energy not to snap at him.
“Nope i’m done.” You huffed angrily at him and refocused your attention to Batman, who was now staring at the both of you.
“Is there something that you want to share with the rest of the class?” Black Canary asked as the beta and alpha teams held back their snickering.

“Actually yes-” Roy said and turned to face you with his usual frown.
Oh god, not only a Red Arrow lecture, possibly revealing he had another lover while you were in front of almost all of your friends and practically family, and carrying his child.
In the words of so many housewives, You were done.

“Y/N for the past few months” He said suddenly looking nervous before you fazed him out in favor for your thoughts.

Oh god no.
No no no no no no.
She’s in this building isn’t she.
Or he. 
It’s probably Wally.
Or Dick.

You thought as you only heard your heart pounding, and only saw his lips moving as everyone stared.

It’s fucking Wally.
It would explain their excited chatter.
And their “bro-dates”.
Oh my god.

The secret texting and the phone lock he insisted was for Lian.
You felt sick.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly after noticing you were now hyperventilating quietly and hadn’t responded to his question.
Lian popped out from her hiding spot with Wally and tugged on your leg, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Are you going to say yes mommy?”
You blinked at her confused. She had NEVER called you mommy. This had to be a dream. Roy confessing  his-
“Are you going to marry my daddy and become my mommy?” She repeated her question with her pleading face.   
You looked up at Roy’s vulnerable face and you felt your stomach churn again and ran straight for the nearest trashcan, vomiting into it. Roy followed you and carefully rubbed your back as you emptied your stomach

“I think that’s the baby saying yes.” You heard Superman chuckle heartedly and felt Roy tense up behind you.
“What?” He asked as Bart sped over to you with a massive grin and a camera.
“First family photo, say ‘Hello Collin!’ ” the young adult laughed at the both of you and grinned as Lian yelled out “Hello Collin!”

My job is super divided I won’t give the company name, but it is a popular sports brand. We have literally only been open to the public for a little over a week physically and have worked together almost a month putting together the store. I noticed how all the black workers were getting scheduled to work like slaves for weird and long hours, and now that we’re actually dealing with customers only the white girls are getting real hours while we get scraps. Anyone good with resumes?


blind to our ambitions
we starve ourselves
for a epic journey
to witness a 90 second phenomenon
comes once every 20 years
looking up for whenever
our own dying star
dies for a few

blind to our predictions
we count the clocks
hands over and over
is it 9 am or is it 10:15
time to start counting time
looking up to the skies
make sure we don’t
accidentally lose our eyes

blind to our intentions
drive headlong
like lemmings to the sea
just we can see briefly
a ring of light over a black sphere
and then resume life
just normally
do we put so much precedence
on such a mere moment

blind to our pretensions
our desires
eclipse our needs
like a moon towards the sun
against the earth
we forget what lays beneath
the soil
and behind that rock
that’s killing us
day by day
it’s eclipsed
for a petty sight
that kills our eyesight
it eclipsed
our days and nights

blind to our solar eclipse
never to see again
but when you think about it
did we ever to begin with?


Shallura Week Fic: The Secret Meaning of Pancakes

Day One - Discovery (I’m always late. Sorry!)

Summary: Pre-Kerberos, Shiro and Keith made pancakes depending upon specific circumstances in Shiro’s love life. Now, as Paladins of Voltron, that hasn’t changed.


Takashi Shirogane was a creature of habit. Every time he spent a night with his girlfriend (of the week usually or at the most, three months, two days, and five hours), Keith woke up the next morning to the alluring scent of blueberry and lemon zest pancakes. (Apparently a happy Shiro liked to dote on a grumpy Keith.)

Throughout their years at the academy, Keith woke up quite a few times to Shiro’s cheerful disposition, but other times, the slamming of the front door jerked the young cadet awake in the dead of night. Shiro always blinked, frustrated and embarrassed, before ruffling Keith’s hair as a silent apology on the way to his bedroom to sulk in solitary confinement.

Keith never let him stay that way too long. When those times came, he went to work, making the pancakes himself – usually sans the finer ingredients – before entering Shiro’s room without knocking. He always found his brother the exact same way, pushed up against his headboard, knees bent, pillow tucked under his chin, arms wrapped tightly around it. Shiro watched some stupid show from his youth about these mechanical beasts that would form one huge fighter, and as always, Keith said nothing. He just dropped the plates to the bed, then followed to sit cross-legged and wait. And as always, Shiro broke first.

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Black Skull Archfiend Dragon
1 Level 6 “Archfiend” Normal Monster + 1 “Red-Eyes” Normal Monster
If this card attacks or is attacked, your opponent cannot activate cards or effects until the end of the Damage Step. At the end of the Battle Phase, if this Fusion Summoned card attacked or was attacked: You can target 1 “Red-Eyes” Normal Monster in your Graveyard; inflict damage to your opponent equal to that target’s original ATK, then shuffle that target into the Deck. You can only Special Summon “Black Skull Archfiend Dragon(s)” once per turn.

Can Be Found In: Clash of Rebellions (CORE-JP049)

“Red-Eyes B. Dragon” might not be the strongest monster from the classic icons of the franchise due its high Level, but always tried its best to stand out. Several counterparts like “Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon” and “Red-Eyes Wyvern” have a place arround or not the original Normal Monster, “Inferno Fire Blast” is a lethal Burn card to play arround with, and various Fusions to pull out made the monster not be as supported as “Dark Magician” or “Blue-Eyes White Dragon” but still able to face several ordeals. It wasn’t until recently that, like Harpies, “Red-Eyes B. Dragon” evolved into the Red-Eyes archetype, considerably improving the setups arround Fusion Summons in combination with the Ritual “Lord of the Red” and some Archfiend creatures.

“Black Skull Archfiend Dragon” is a menacing creature when comes to battles, and is not just due its high stats. When entering a battle the Fusion disbales the opponent of using cards or effects, completely assuring that no last minute countemeasures disrupts us from defeating monsters in its battles. After “Black Skull” gets in a fight, once a Battle Phase ends (Regardless of player turn) the Fusion will deal damage equal to the ATK a Normal Red-Eyes monster in our graveyard, for inmediately return them to our deck. Overall, “Black Skull” not only will have battles completely in its favor, but even if is not fighting will punish the opponent by simply entering any Battle Phase and might force them to retaliate to avoid further damage.

“Red-Eyes B. Dragon” always had solid support to bring out some of its Fusions, and now that it became an archetype of its own things became even easier. “Black Skull Archfiend Dragon” requires two Normal Monsters, a Level 6 Archfiend and a Red-Eyes, and since the build goes arround Normal and some Gemini monsters is no much of a problem to fit classic creatures like “Summoned Skull” or “Beast of Talwar” (Treated as Archfiends). Specially due the Spell “Red-Eyes Fusion”, allowing us to use materials straight from the Deck in exchange of losing any further summons for the rest of the turn. The Spell reduces the setup to bring “Black Skull” to searching it as soon as possible, easily possible by “Black Metal Dragon” once leaves the field either as equipment or as a Monster. Later on and as the graveyard becomes bigger, “Dragon’s Mirror” will banish the required materials to Fusion Summon during late turns. In resume, either “Black Skull” is brought with materials from the Deck or by using Monsters from the graveyard. Just be very aware that “Black Skull” Burn effect only works if was Fusion Summoned, so if you’re going to revive it from the graveyard remember that will lose said ability.

If any player enters their Battle Phase, “Black Skull Archfiend Dragon” will get into action. If in our turn the Fusion is facing other monsters we don’t have to worry of menacing effects like “Dimensional Prison” or “Honest” getting on our way, assuring the destruction of our target as well dealing extra damage afterwards . During the opponent’s they pretty much are unable to face “Black Skull” unless heavily prepared, so have cards ready against stat boosts and disruptive effects outside battle. Meanwhile, be always sure that “Black Skull” has some Red-Eyes members ready to retrieve and deal massive damage after each Battle Phase. This is easily done not only by “Red-Eyes Fusion” summoning this creature by dumping materials from the Deck, but also cards like “Dragon Shrine” and “Foolish Burial” directly milling monsters. Since most Red-Eyes members are Level 7, “Cards of the Red” can use them as cost to obtain drawing power while fueling the Fusion’s effect. Finally and since the build mixes Dragons and Fiends, “D/D/D Dragon Overlord Pendragon” becomes available after using them as cost from our hand or field as well to destroy backrow.

“Black Skull Archfiend Dragon” will start Duels with its arrival as well create huge comebacks on late turns. This is easily achieved by both “Red-Eyes Fusion” and “Dragon’s Mirror” barely asking for any setups whatsoever aside of the required materials, turning “Black Skull” one of the easiests and most available Fusion Summons in the entire card game. With complete protection in battles, “Black Skull” not only will defeat and/or deal damage to the opponent but also use those high ATK members resting in our graveyard to deal lethal damage after each strike. While getting in a Battle Phase with this Fusion is terrifying, “Black Skull” is as vulnerable as any other creature in the game during the rest of the turn, so be prepared for even the most common threats. But combine it with the several summon and revival effects Red-Eyes carries with them, and the build will easily overcome any field as “Black Skull” declares extremely damaging attacks.

Personal Rating: A+

+ Complete protection in battles
+ Deals powerful Burn damage after each Battle Phase it gets involved
+ Instantly brought to the field with few to zero setup thanks to “Red-Eyes Fusion” and “Dragon’s Mirror”
+ Several methods to fuel the graveyard and assure big damage with its effect

- Vulnerable as any monster outside battles
- If brought outside Fusion Summon will lose its Burn effect

anonymous asked:

Lü Dai definitly was an impressive man,especially when considering for how long he was able to be effective and important. But I have to ask, was the execution of Shi Xie familly once they surrended too harsh? I feel like it was, they surrended, not even all of them wanted the rebelion, it could have ended pacificly, but they got all murdered. I think it's a pretty huge black spot on Dai resume.

You’re not alone in that opinion. Sun Sheng had a similar thought:

Lü Dai appointed Shi Kuang as his Assistant with the Status of Teacher and Friend and had him convey his guarantee of good faith. Shi Hui and his brothers bared their shoulders and in complete faith entrusted their lives to him; yet Lü Dai annihilated them in order to gain credit. From this the superior man knows that Sun Quan was not capable of far-sighted plans, and that the line of the Lü was not one that would endure.

From Lü Dai’s perspective, I understand it. It was tricky to deal with a local power like the Shi family, especially when they’re so far away from the capital. It’s difficult to uproot their power, and because of the distance involved they could be in rebellion for months before anyone even knows about it. Killing them was the only way to guarantee they wouldn’t be a problem.

On the other hand, killing people who surrendered to you after the promise of a pardon is extremely unethical. And that sort of thing tends to do damage in the long term, since it makes it much harder to convince other rebels to submit. I don’t think Lü Dai’s solution was practical (in the long term) or ethical.

The best solution would be to make the leading members of the family marquises with fiefs far away from their center of power in Jiao. They could be retired to somewhere they could do no harm. Lesser members could be given positions as Sun Quan’s attendants or as assistants elsewhere to keep them away from where they could cause trouble.




Neighborhood devices have been hacked into.

???: “Hello there. Sorry for interrupting your mindless television or internet session, but your neighborhood has been selected to take part in a little experiment of mine. At first I only wanted information from only one of you, however I see potential in the rest of you as well. I suggest surrendering as a neighborhood together to avoid more…..mishaps.” She glances at Glacie who doesn’t seem to be responding. “I hope to be seeing the rest of you very soon.”

The screens cut to black then resume what ever was going on.


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The Secretary Pt.7

Warnings: Smut, Language

Previously On: The Secretary……

You sat the cup down on counter and padded on bare feet to answer the door. A disheveled looking Jiyong stood on the other side, panting. “Jiyong…why..?.”
“I love you..” He blurted, interrupting you.

“Jiyong…I don’t…what?” You shifted uncomfortably, pulling Youngbae’s t-shirt down over your thighs. “I love you.” He repeated. You squinted at him, “Are you okay? Have you been drinking?” 
“___________, this is not a fucking joke.” You scrunched up your face, “Did I say it was?” He exhaled, scratching the space between his eyebrows. “I didn’t come here to argue with you.” You felt your chest tightened, “Jiyong….you don’t love me.” 
“Don’t tell me what the fuck I feel.” He said it with such fierceness that you took a step back, blinking at him. “O-kay…” You said, a little uneasily. He looked like shit, like he hadn’t been sleeping. “Ji-…” 
“Stop talking.” Your mouth snapped shut, and you stood there with your hand on the door, ready to close it in his face. “You know what?” He started, finally looking up at you, “You’re right..” He scoffed a short laugh. Confusion. That’s what you felt as you watched Jiyong pass through several different emotions at once. “Goodnight, __________.” 
“Good…night..?” He walked away from you, leaving you to stare stupidly after his retreating figure. What? You closed the door, feeling more at a loss than anything. How do you tell someone you love them, and then in the next minute do a complete one-eighty and all but take it back? “It makes no gotdamn sense.” You shook your head and made your way back to the kitchen to finish you water. 

A pair of arms wrapped around your middle, "You look good in my shirt.” Youngbae rested his chin on your shoulder, hands pushing under the thin, white material. He danced his fingers against the skin of your stomach, causing you to squirm. “You know, __________. I haven’t had the chance to taste you yet…” Oh. “Y-Youngbae..I don’t thiiii-…oh..” His finger swirled around your still-sensitive clit in light, feather-like touches. Your thighs clamped shut and he chuckled behind you, kissing your shoulder before removing his finger from you. You heard the faint sound of his finger sliding from his mouth with a wet popping sound. He kissed your shoulder again, “Come back to bed.” You let him pull you out of the kitchen, reaching back to shut the light off as he led you back to your bedroom. 

“I had a good time last night.” Youngbae smiled as he stood at your front door. You were slightly disappointed that he had to go, but that’s how one night stands worked. You leaned your head against the door and smiled back at him, “Me too.” He looked you over and groaned, biting his bottom lip. “I do hate to go, but if I don’t, I’d never leave.” You rolled your eyes at his corniness, “Please…” 
“I’ll call you.” Doubt it. “Sure thing.” You smiled anyway, waving him off as he walked down the hallway to the elevator. He had such a nice ass. You would know, you’d spent most of last night with it in your hands. Even the simple action of recalling the events of last night made you giddy. You’d had some damn good sex before, Jiyong was an expert lover. But Youngbae? Jeebus take the wheel. That man’s stamina was otherworldly. Your cellphone rang and you rushed to it, hoping to catch it before it stopped ringing. “Hello?” You answered without looking at the caller ID. “Well I’ll be damned. You took him home didn’t you?” Stef, your friend from last night said as soon as you answered. A smile pulled at the corners of your lips, “I did.” 
BITCH! TELL ME EVERYTHING!” You had to pull your phone away from your ear. “Nah.” 
“Why not?” 
“I don’t kiss and tell, heathen.” 
“’I don’t kiss and tell’ my ass. I saw you come out of the bathroom with him. Who’s the heathen now?” You cackled at this, knowing full well that anyone with eyes saw you leave the restroom with Youngbae at the club. It was no secret that the two of you had sex in there. “Tell me the dirty details. Does he fuck like a gawd or what?” You broke into an ear-to-ear smile, “Girl.” You pulled your phone away from your ear again as she screamed into the receiver. “I’m coming over. I need you to tell me in person. I’m obviously living vicariously through you now.” 
“Girl, hold on a sec. Someone’s knocking.” She went silent on the other end as you opened your front door. Youngbae was standing there with a smile on his face, “Do you drink coffee?” 

“It’s a shame we didn’t get that coffee.” Youngbae joked, tracing patterns into your bare thigh. You laughed, propping your head up on your hand, “I was really wanting some too.” Yes. A shame. A beautifully tanned shame. “I think I woke up just fine.” You breathed, moving your face closer to him, lips brushing his. You felt his mouth turn up into a smile before he kissed you. “I don’t think I’m fully awake yet..” You laughed as he rolled on top of you, settling between your legs. “I think I need another taste before I wake up completely.” As much as you wanted this, you had to do the one thing you didn’t want to, kick him out. “Youngbae…I have to get ready for an interview.” He chuckled, dropping his head. The tips of his hair shook against your bare skin, tickling you. “I have to get going anyway..” He looked up at you, making you regret bringing up your interview. If you could stay in bed with him all day, you definitely, one hundred percent, would. He pressed a final kiss to your lower abdomen before maneuvering his way out of your bed. You watched him get dressed, a little disappointed. You really wished you could have stayed rolling around in your sheets with the beautiful man you’d brought home last night, but alas, life needed to be lived. 

You glanced at your cellphone screen as you half-walked, half-ran your way to the open elevator doors. You were going to be late for your interview, which was never a good sign. First impressions were everything. And although Jiyong was allowing you to keep the apartment, you still needed to get a job. You weren’t sure how long he’d be willing to shell out money for you to keep staying there now that you’d inadvertently shot down his possible love confession. “Hold the elevator!” You hollered as you neared the large, steel doors. A hand shot out, stopping them from closing. “Thank you!” You rushed to say as you hopped inside, excusing yourself. “What floor, ma’am?” 

“President Dong will be with you shortly.” The secretary said to you with a false cheeriness that you’d come to be very familiar with. You smiled at her anyway, hoping she’d hate you less for being the one potentially replacing her. Sure, you were beautiful, but was that really your fault? You were blessed with phenomenal genes. In other words, you were blessed. Good looks, well educated, and you dressed as if you’d stepped out of a fashion magazine? Who wouldn’t be threatened by that? Especially if they looked like they hadn’t seen a decent night of sleep in weeks. That poor woman. She smiled back at you before sitting down at her desk, directly across from where you were going to have your interview. The layout of this office was similar to that of a certain former boss. You shook your head, dismissing thoughts of him. Now was not the time. Five minutes of silence, and the woman returned to where you sat, “President Dong will see you now.” She said with the same overly sweet tone. You smiled politely, picking up your handbag and the slick, black folder with your resume tucked inside. “Right this way.” She ushered you to the door and then left you standing there, wondering if you should just walk inside. You knocked on the glass, waiting for a response. “Come in.” You pushed the door open, stopping in your tracks when you’d seen who was on the other side of it. 

He looked up at you and smiled, gesturing for you to close the door. “Have a seat.” This cannot be happening to you. Not again. “What a pleasant surprise.” He said with the brightest smile you could have thought possible on a human being. “Shame on you, seducing your potential employer in order to have a good interview.” You gaped at him, “I-I…I didn’t know…” You tried, waving your hands in front of you frantically. He laughed, a beautiful sound. “I’m fucking with you.” You closed your mouth, clearing your throat and looking away from him. “Do you have your resume?” Your head shot up, “I’m sorry?” 
“Your resume..” Oh! You snapped into attention and rushed to hand him the folder. “I, umm…have about a year in secretarial experience. I also have clerical experience as well.” He nodded as he flipped open the folder, pursing his lips as he read over your information. Shutting the folder, he smiled at you, “I will give it some thought, and then have my secretary give you a call if you’ve gotten the job. Is that fair enough?” You nodded enthusiastically, standing to shake his hand. “I’m sorry to rush you out of here. I have a lunch meeting with my brother. He’s not one for tardiness.” You laughed nervously, feeling like your stomach was going to drop out of your body. “Not a problem, sir.” You bowed slightly, avoiding eye contact. You grabbed your bag from the floor as there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in.” The door opened and there was the last person you thought you’d see. “Jiyong! Right on time.” 

Fucking hell. 

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“Solidarity” I say to myself, “a united front.”

I am not black, but I stand with my black brothers and sisters. The system which victimizes them is the same system that victimizes us. “Black Lives Matter!” I argue and shout, I stand with them. Do not let the enemy divide and conquer. None of us can be freed until we are all freed. And so we must all wake up and stand together.

“Black lives matter!” I say, and I’m met with cheers and agreement. Our anger joins together and we build a brick wall against the naysayers who try to throw excuses, lies, buzzwords, “thug”, “resisting arrest”, “hoodie”, to justify the slaughter. We will not bend. We are united. We are siblings.

Until a Latinx person is the one killed by police. Until politicians pin the blame for violence and the economy squarely on the shoulders of my tired, overworked and underpaid, abused, vulnerable people. Suggestions are thrown around. Send them all “home”, as if the United States is not the home of countless children who have lived all their lives here and know no other place. Shoot them at the border, they’re all drug dealers anyway! As if no mother has ever crossed, wailing infant in hand, desperate to escape the violence, the poverty, and the sex slave trade of her town. “They’re taking all our jobs!” They say, as I see men and women who graduated from fine universities in their home countries, reduced to scrubbing toilets and frying fast food for mere pocket change.

And when I turn to my black brothers and sisters. “The same War on Drugs that incarcerates and victimizes you, is what is giving control to the Drug Cartels who are tearing our countries apart and forcing Latinx people to cross the border! We deserve to be heard too!” I raise my hand and wait for their reply. I hear silence.

What about solidarity? I ask to form a united front. “Our lives matter too!” I’m told to keep quiet. That it isn’t about us right now. That we’re only distracting from their message. And besides, we shouldn’t be breaking the law and coming to this country illegally anyway. That’s our own fault.

I’m reeling. And yet time and again, this is what I see.

My people are killed in the streets, both here and in our Latin countries. No one cares. To bring it up is to get us “off message”. Besides, we shouldn’t be illegal anyway.

And I stand there with my mouth hanging open. I have never been an illegal, no one in my family is. Why, then, are you punishing us?

I have had friends who were illegals. Does that make them any less human? Does escaping certain death, even if it means crossing without permission, make one deserving of death? Why, then, are you punishing us?

I try to forget. I try to shake it off. Keep fighting. Solidarity, I say. Our allies will come. Solidarity.

“The wage gap isn’t just about white women!” I hear people say. “Black women get paid 64 cents on the dollar, compared to White women who make 77 cents!”

 I nod in fervent agreement. “Yeah! And Latina women make only 56 cents!”

“Shhh!” I’m coddled and pushed to the back. “Not right now. This isn’t about you right now. Stay on message.”

I look down at my feet, ashamed. “Okay.” I say. “I’m sorry.” I say.

“Black people are discriminated against for their names.” My allies lecture me, educating me. “An employer will look at a Black name on a resume and not even bother. You can have ANY other kind of name, Asian, Polish, Jewish, German, French, Latin, and no one cares. But Black–”

“Hold on!” I say, confused and hurt. “That’s not true! Haven’t you heard the stories of men who have had to change their names, from names like Jose to Joe, just removing one letter, to even be LOOKED at? I myself have gone to job interviews and had interviewers be SHOCKED at ‘how good my English is’, as if they didn’t expect me to speak my Native language at all, let alone well. All because of my last name! How can you say only you suffer this? Can’t we both bear this burden together?”

“Quiet.” I’m told. “You don’t understand. Stop silencing us.”

I go quiet. Of course, I’m not trying to invalidate them. I’m sure what they say about their struggles is true. But why can our struggles not be included?

I watch Big Hero 6, looking for mindless entertainment. For distraction. It has a diverse cast of characters, which is so refreshing to see. Until I get to the Latina. There is nothing Latina about her. They designed her as the whitest Latina they could manage. She reads white in everything from appearance to action. Except for one thing… what is it that they used to mark her as Latina?

An accent. A horrible, inconsistent accent. My blood boils, thinking of all those interviewers who have praised me in surprise when they learn I am so “fluent” in English. Why? Why, why, why? All the other people in this film have no accent. There are Asians and a Black character and they all sound as American as apple pie. Why, then, isn’t the Latina? Why are we always othered, even among our fellow minorities? We’re not QUITE one of you. Not QUITE American. Not QUITE human.

I post about the film on my blog, angry and hurt and deeply perturbed.

In response, my inbox is flooded with messages. “You don’t understand, this is the first Disney film to show Japanese people in a positive light! Big Hero 6 is important! Don’t say these things!”

I want to cry. Am I that terrible a person? Of course I want Asian American kids to have positive representation. Of course! But is it so much to ask for Latin American kids to have the same?

We don’t even have a Disney princess. I want to scream.

I recall an Asian best friend I had in grade school. I remember a sleepover at her house, with her staunchly republican father shaming me at the dinner table. That night as we lay in our PJs in her bed, she told that she agreed. That Latinx people are all criminals who come here to mooch off the welfare system. That I’m the exception. I remember leaving her house with a lead weight in my chest I did not have the capacity to verbalize. I stopped talking to her shortly after. I simply couldn’t bear it.

What about feminism? I practically screech, so hard my throat feels raw. What about Gay rights? We have LGBTQA Latinxs! Latinx culture is EXTREMELY patriarchal with the whole “machismo” tradition. What about our struggles?

I’m silenced. Told to stay quiet. This isn’t about me. We’re speaking over them. We need to listen and educate ourselves and STOP asserting ourselves. WE DON’T MATTER, is what we’re intrinsically being told, over and over. Everyone else is MORE IMPORTANT and you will NEVER have equal standing!

I feel betrayed. I want to believe in solidarity. I don’t want a racist, oppressive system to win by dividing us, and thus diving our strengths.

But all around me, the truth is thrown in my face. Our people are good as bodies to have on your team. But they only want us to stand FOR them. They won’t stand WITH us. No wonder so many Latin people stay in tight-knit communities which continue to speak only Spanish. What does the English-speaking world have for them?

But at least the older generation has these tight-knit communities, where they can speak of their homeland with nostalgic melancholy. What does my generation have?

We who have only ever known this country, and yet who are not allowed to be seen as fully American. Those of us who do not belong to any other country or culture, but who are told we are nothing but ghetto anchor babies who can’t speak either of our languages well. Who are told, we should get used to being janitors and maids, because there is nothing else for us. And I, who have written entrance essays for many friends and helped them get into great universities, but possess no financial foundation to do so for myself. Where do I belong? Where do any of us belong? Waiting tables? On the street corner? Being treated as sex objects and vacuum cleaners? Told that our messy, hard to handle hair, is because we are ghetto and unclean and refuse to brush our hair. No one reassures us that our natural hair is “beautiful”.

I don’t want them to win. I don’t want them to beat us. I want to stand with our brown brothers and sisters and win freedom for all of us. Don’t let them divide and conquer!

But deep down I know… the enemy has no need. We were never united to begin with.

xkeyon  asked:

How do you think Marvel will handle the New Attilan Elections? Will they have it in its own separate book, or a crossover between the Inhuman ResurrXion books.

While I think the matter would make for a fascinating plot and a book I’d definitely like to read, I don’t believe there will be a separate title focusing on New Attilan and the implementations of a new governmental body.

Black Bolt artist, Christian Ward, recently posted a wip picture of Iso and thus suggests that the Black Bolt title might likely address the situation on New Attilan.

My guess is that the whole Secret Empire affair will act to obstruct New Attilan’s moving in a fully democratic direction. The fear stirred up by being so dreadfully persecuted is likely to cause the Inhumans to move back to a more isolationistic direction. Indeed I wouldn’t be surprised if the majority of the citizens of New Attilan will demand Black Bolt resume his role as king so to best insure their safety and security.

While Black Bolt has been the best book Marvel has been putting out (IMO), I don’t know how it has sold or whether or not it will continue on through to 2018. I hope it does and, if it does, writer Saladin Ahmed is the ideal writer to take on this matter and all the political/social nuttiness of New Attilan. Judging by Ahmed’s brilliant novel, Throne of The Crescent Moon, he is remarkably skilled at fleshing out the personality of a wild, metropolitan setting such as New Attilan.

fingers crossed.