brave decision

Shiro Meta: “I want you to lead Voltron”

So a lot of people have been talking about why Shiro chose Keith to lead Voltron if anything happened to him. I’ve seen this attributed to Shiro’s favouritism or bias towards Keith, but I have another take on things: Shiro’s choice of Keith as his successor reflects his own insecurities about his suitability as leader.

We know Shiro harbours serious doubts about his ability to lead Voltron. In 1x09 Shiro hears Sendak’s voice in his head telling him “Did you really think a monster like you could be a Voltron Paladin?” And in 2x03 when Allura tells him: “You are the Black Paladin now, not Zarkon,” Shiro disagrees: “Yeah, well - the Black Lion may have a different take on the matter.”

See this? This is the face of a man who fully expects to get spat out of his Lion again at any moment. (If you want a really long and interesting meta about Shiro’s relationship with the Black Lion following the S1 finale, read {it’s all about trust} by @headspacedad)

Coming out of that battle with Zarkon in 1x11, Shiro no longer knows if the Black Lion trusts him, or if he can trust her. And it’s easy to see why: the Black Lion forcibly ejected him from the cockpit in the middle of battle. He thought they’d bonded; now it seems like they haven’t.

{relationship status: IT’S COMPLICATED}

But his insecurities go deeper than that: during that climactic battle at the end of season 1, not only was Shiro ejected from his own Lion, he also had a full-blown panic attack onboard the Galra ship and had to be rescued by Hunk and Allura. Allura - the person he’d come to rescue in the first place - ended up saving him.

Right after this battle, an injured Shiro crash-lands on an alien planet and tells Keith: “If I don’t make it out of here - I want you to lead Voltron.” And it’s not just because he’s injured. He thinks he’s failed as a leader. And in that moment, he probably fully expects the Black Lion to reject him again. Or maybe he expects Allura to take him aside and just quietly tell him “Look, it’s not working out. We need to pick someone else as the Black Paladin.” Because how can you lead Voltron if you can’t even keep control of your own Lion? How can you lead Voltron if you panic in the middle of battle?

For the record: I think Shiro is DEAD WRONG and he’s an amazing leader and I have so many feelings about how great Shiro is and what it means to see a mentally ill character in a leadership role but I DIGRESS. The point is: Shiro spends much of season 2 battling his own feelings of inadequacy about his position as Black Paladin.

Shiro’s line that “The Black Lion may have a different take on the matter” reflects his own belief that the Black Lion doesn’t want him as a Paladin. He thinks she’d rather have someone else - someone who’s less of a walking disaster. And again: I really don’t think she does, and I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about this that I will probably write up at some point, but that’s not the point. The point is Shiro firmly believes that he’s not good enough to be the Black Paladin, and that the Black Lion would rather be piloted by someone else.

Someone like Keith.

Remember that battle at the end of season 1? Whilst Shiro was getting spat out of the Lion and having a panic attack, Keith was doing this:

Yep, just casually taking on Zarkon one-on-one, without hesitation. Not only does Keith intervene to save the Black Lion from Zarkon’s grasp - he also fights Zarkon head-to-head, repeatedly charging back into the attack with no regard for his own safety.

Shiro must have seen and heard this and thought: “That’s the kind of Paladin the Black Lion deserves. That’s the kind of Paladin she wants.” A brave and decisive leader, not a hot mess. Someone who’ll charge at Zarkon head-first; who can keep it together in the midst of battle. Shiro thinks he should have been the one battling Zarkon, not Keith. As Black Paladin and leader of Voltron, he should have been the one to charge at Zarkon and try and take him down. Instead, he was having a panic attack, and Keith was the one who stepped up.

Shiro chooses Keith to be the next leader of Voltron because he thinks Keith is the kind of leader Voltron needs, and the kind of Paladin the Black Lion deserves.

It doesn’t particularly matter that this choice doesn’t make a lot of sense, or that the team might be better off with a more cool-headed and thoughtful leader. This is not a rational decision on Shiro’s part. It’s a decision rooted in his own insecurities. His decision-making is flawed: not because of bias or favouritism, but because of his own sense of inadequacy. He looks at Keith and sees someone who will take on Zarkon without hesitation. He looks at himself and sees a failure. And he concludes that Keith is the kind of Paladin the Black Lion wants - that she would rather have Keith than him.

And the Black Lion spends most of season 2 proving him wrong, but that’s a meta for another day.

(thank you @bentfire for the screencaps btw)

The Problem With Conservatism Is That There Isn’t Any Empathy

You know the biggest problem with contemporary American conservatism? There isn’t any empathy. It’s a political ideology of selfishness. Republicans are against gay rights, until their son comes out of the closet and then suddenly they are capable of making a “brave, principled” decision to support gay people. Because it finally affected them personally. Republicans can’t see the problem with torturing war prisoners, except John McCain because the issue of torture personally affected him. Female Republicans are much more likely to see the value in liberal laws concerning abortion, birth control, sexual harassment in the work place, and equal pay, or at least much more than their male colleagues. Gay republicans naturally have a liberal view on gay rights, but many stunningly cannot extend that same social liberalism to other persecuted minority groups, like Muslims, Mexicans, and the trans community. Conservatism in America is informed by a conspicuous selfishness that lacks the compassion to see the liberal viewpoint unless the issue personally affects them–and then suddenly they see the need for compassion.

It’s really hard to be queer and religious.

When you grow up in any religion and discover that you’re queer it’s an absolute shit show and I don’t think religious queer people get enough credit for everything we have to go through.

First you spend all this time denying yourself because so many religions paint being queer as this ultimate sin of sorts. The ultimate wrong. The thing that should remove you from the religion entirely because you don’t deserve to be in it if you’re queer. People say that you have to pick one over the other and oftentimes, you do and it hurts because you have to pick either yourself or your beliefs. And that can be an impossible decision to make. 

You get crap from both sides. Other queer people are offended that you would dare to be a part of something that they see as so harmful. Other religious people are offended that you are going against what they believe and that you’re part of this thing that they see as so harmful. It’s like having divorced parents and you love both of them but they hate each other. It sucks and it hurts. Especially because both sides don’t see the harm they’re doing, they don’t know that each time they say something hurtful about the other it’s splitting you apart. 

And tbh it’s such a brave decision to make to be openly queer and to remain in your religion. Because you have to reconcile that for yourself and go through a ton of shit to constantly to convince yourself that you’re not doing anything wrong. And as you’re trying to reconcile these two important parts of yourself, people on both sides are telling you that you’re wrong and that by being who you are you’re actually causing harm. Being queer and religious means going through your life pretending you’re neither.

Basically, you never get away from the scrutiny of either side. It’s a constant in your life if you choose to remain religious. And I know people think it’s funny to tear down religion and make fun of it. But remember that not everyone who is religious is homophobic. When you talk shit about religion, you hurt queer kids who have already been hurt enough.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any high school au fics where harry is bullied?

Here you go:

Not My Name by LarryShipperForLife [ 17/17 | English | 43,923 ]

Harry isn’t the most popular boy in his school. Actually he’s no where close. Harry is known as Marcel in school because of Louis Tomlinson. Louis is the football captain making him at the top. His days consist of making Harry’s life a living hell although, Harry never says anything, never makes a sound, he just stays there and takes it and it irritates Louis. He wants to hear the boy talk, fight back, but he doesn’t, why would Harry answer to a name that isn’t his?

Wordless by imnotmadeofeyes [ 38/38 | English | 85,193 ]

Harry doesn’t speak. He never speaks. Nobody wants to hear him. He’s all alone. His dad died and his sister killed herself. When his mum dies from alcohol poisioning, he has to move in with her old friend Jay and her five children. Problem: her only son is Louis, Harry’s bully. They are different like day and night and even though they share history together, Loius hates Harry with a fiery passion. Will they find the way (back) to each other? Can anybody save Harry from his insecurities and what Louis does to him?

Picture Perfect Home But I Was All Alone by larryfuckinstylinson [ 1/1 | English | 19,649 ]

Harry Styles is your typical nerd who runs an anonymous column in school paper. He gets bullied by Louis Tomlinson (his former best friend) and his group. Louis is the most popular boy in school and the captain of the football team. He’s dating Elenor Calder the head cheerleader and head bitch. He’s as straight  as one cane be, right? He is definitely not in love with his curly haired, lanky and beautiful ex-best friend….. oh and there is a secret admirer in there somewhere.

Rejects by Icanloveyoumorethanthis [ 13/13 | English | 19,451 ]

Harry Styles is a reject to his new school. Bully Louis is making his life miserable. But when Harry needs help to get his crush, Louis is the only one who can help him in exchange to help him pass his Geography class. But the more time Harry spends with Louis the more he gets to know him.

Forever Is Worth It by Angkeats [ 23/23 | English | 81,168 ]

Harry, Zayn and Niall have been in a band for two years with Craig who over those two years has been a thorn in their side. When Craig walks out they take the brave decision to audition for a new lead guitarist in order to realise their dreams of winning a talent competition which could secure the band recording time in a studio. Louis Tomlinson is known as the popular jock in school and his friends bully Harry for being gay so when Louis auditions, it’s touch and go as to whether Harry will let him join. As Louis’ personal life drives him deeper into anger, Harry’s support is the only thing that keeps him from becoming a teenage delinquent but Louis also has a secret that he has yet to tell the world.

Falling For The Bully by Aleynalsiik [ 1/1 | English | 59,391 ]

Innocent Harry has caught himself in love with a sinner. This sinner is something different though; all about shameless smirks, filthy personalities, homophobic characterized and, not to mention an absolute gorgeous face. In other words, poor Harry’s fallen for his bully.

I hope these are okay :)

Truth or Dare... Choose carefully..

Anonymous Request: could you do an imagine where the lost boys play truth or dare and someone dares you to sleep with pan.

 A/N: Y'all wish is my command boo 😂😘! Sorry anon for taking too long to post this but i hope you enjoy it c: and i’m thinking on making this imagine into a series. i hope y’all like it! my requests are open c:

To all my followers sorry if i was on indefinite hiatus before. i just had to deal with my depression issue and it was really hard cause every now and then i had suicidal thoughts and actually trying to end my life but i’m okay now. I’m trying to be happy and live my life to the fullest. If ever you are dealing with the same issue like mine please feel free to talk to me c:

Warnings: Cursing,” the thing” ;), slight harassing 

 P.S ( The gifs aren’t mine c: )

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You were staring up at the night sky feeling rather chilly, while the lost boys are dancing by the bonfire. “Hey (Y/N)” Felix. Your best friend, greeted startling you “Oh! Hey Felix.” You said with a nervous smile.

 “So… What are you doing out here alone?” Felix said looking at you with a glint of interest in his eyes. “Not much.. I just like looking at the stars.” You said as you smiled looking back up at the starry night sky. 

 Felix just looks at you as you stare at the stars and noticed him through peripheral vision. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You said half laughing “Nothing.” He said as he stood up. 

“We better head off. Dinner’s almost ready.” He said as he offered you a hand to stand up “Yeah. Sure.” You said with a smile. 

 As you and Felix head off to the dining hall you saw peter making his way to the both of you. “Felix,” Peter said as he reached the both of you, ignoring your presence. "I want to discuss a few things with you.“ Peter said.You liked Peter but it seems that he’s not really interested in you so you just keep all your feelings to yourself not wanting to get hurt. When Peter finally looked directly into your eyes and you can’t help but stare at him.

Originally posted by storyofyouandrobbie

 "Do you mind?” Peter said raising one brow “Why is he always like that when I’m with Felix?” you said in your mind as you looked at Peter with a blank stare

“Oh! Sorry, I’ll just be on my way.” You said as you looked at Peter one last time then at Felix. “I’ll just see you at the hut.” You said to Felix “Yeah, sure.” Felix said with a smile and you went on your way to the hut.

The dinner was a blur or maybe it was because you were bored. “Why is Peter and Felix taking so long?” you said in your mind as you looked at your plate with a blank face. 

“(Y/N), you look bored.” Baelfire said with a smile on his face. Bae was your friend in Neverland besides Felix. “Yeah? Well I don’t think i’m just in the mood to eat right now. I don’t know.” You said looking at Bae with a small smile.

“Well if you’ll allow me to keep you company.Then i might be able to change your mood.” Bae said with a big smile on his face “Sure,” you said your face lighting up with happiness.

Time seemed to pass by and as the night goes on you and Bae can’t stop telling each other’s stories but your mind can’t help but think where Peter and Felix were. The talk didn’t seem to end until a one lost boy invited everyone to play a game by the bonfire.

“Do you wanna join?” Bae said with a smile on his face “I-i don’t know.” you said scratching your head with a small smile “Come on it’ll be fun.” Bae said reaching a hand “A little game doesn’t hurt.” you thought to yourself “Fine,” you said with a defeated smile “I’ll join.”

Originally posted by tw-edits

“Okay! So What game do you guys want? Huh?” The boy said and soon got a lot of answers “Spin the bottle!” “Hide and seek!” the boys screamed with excitement. “Truth or Dare!” you heard Bae said and he soon got a lot of yes’ and everyone seemed to agree with him, you looked at him with a “not bad’ face and he laughed at you.

“Okay Truth or Dare it is then!” 

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

Right before the game started you saw Felix and Peter coming from the woods and you immediately rushed to Felix.

“Where were you?” you said with a smile “It’s none of your business.” Felix said with a glare and walked fast and you tried to stop him 

“Felix, What’s the matter?” you said with a worried expression that can be seen all over you face. “Why do you care?” Felix said rather harsh “Because I’m your friend and i’m here to help you.” You said.

“If you want to help me then stay away from me,” He said holding your wrist, his face serious “Felix, you’re hurting me.” You said with a scared look.

He let go of your wrist harshly and continued to walk away from you. You were shocked at Felix “Why is he like this?” you thought as you looked back you saw Peter staring at you. You rushed up to Peter with an angry expression.

“What did you do to him?” you said “What do you mean what i did?” Peter raised his brow with a smirk plastered on his face. “Felix wouldn’t be acting that way if there was no reason and i think i know that the reason why he’s like that is because of you,” you said and Peter just raised his brows at you “Now what did you do to him?”

And out of nowhere he just walked away “Wait! You haven’t even answered my question!” you screamed while Peter just ignored you “Bastard.” you said.

“Whatever, I’m just going back to play with the boys.” you thought to yourself not wanting to ruin your evening.

You rushed back to he group of boys and saw them already having fun.

“Where were you?” Bae said with a worried look “I just went to the… Bathroom.” You said with a smile.”What happened so far?” you asked Bae while looking at the boy eating the eggs. “Well not much, the game just started.”

“Do you all mind if join the party?” you soon heard the voice just behind you and it didn’t took you long to realize that it was just Peter-Fucking-Pan.

“Sure! You can join us!” Said the boy who hosted the game. “Oh great” you said to yourself as you rolled your eyes and then Peter had the urge to sit right between you and Baelfire. Bae soon gave you a ‘What the fuck?’ face and you returned him a ‘I don’t know’ look. You looked away from Bae not wanting to make the situation worse “This night couldn’t get even better” you thought as you exhaled deeply.


The game seemed to pass by and you can’t help but feel like Peter is being weird like one boy was dared to confess that he likes you in front of everyone and you saw Peter giving him the ‘look’ and it scared the poor boy.

it really bothered you seeing Peter act this way. It wasn’t like him and you can’t help but think that Peter likes you “No it’s impossible. Peter Pan doesn’t like me and he never will.” you thought to yourself slightly having the urge to slap yourself in the face for thinking like that.

The next one to play was Baelfire, you looked at him and saw that he’s kind of nervous.

“Baelfire! Truth or Dare?” The boy hosting the game asked “Truth.” Bae said with a smile “Truth it is then,” The boy said “Okay, Baelfire. Is it true that you have a thing for (Y/N).” The boy said with a smirk.

You looked at Baelfire with a shocked face, though you’re trying to hide it. You saw Baelfire look at you with a nervous look “Remember Baelfire, you can’t lie or there will be consequences.” The boy said.

You saw how Peter look at Bae and he seems pretty pissed off “It’s true. I like (Y/N).” Bae said as he looked down obviously embarrassed “Looks like we’ve got two lover boys head-over-heels for (Y/N).” the boy said earning a lot of giggles and laughs.

It then Peter’s turn and he looks pretty confident playing the game “Okay, Peter. Your turn. Truth or Dare? Choose carefully.” the boy said, a smug grin plastered on his face “Dare, of course” Peter said confidently earning a lot of ‘ oooooohh’s ‘

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“A brave decision Peter,” the boy said, his grin wider than before “Well then, Peter. I. DARE.YOU.TO.SLEEP.WITH THE GIRL.NEXT.TO.YOU!” your eyes went big and you were nervous and there were a lot of hollers and noises from the crowd obviously liking the dare Peter got “And to add why don’t you give us a little make out session in front huh?” 

The crowd went wild not believing they are about to witness Peter making out with you. You saw Bae walk out of the group and you immediately stood up from the ground to follow Bae. But before you could even run out to him, Peter took a hold of your wrist and pulled you close to him and started kissing you and soon the lost boys were insane, seeing Peter kissing you in front of them.

You pushed Peter away from you and you looked at him with disbelief and disgust and then all the lost boys were disappointed because the kiss was cut short. Sure you liked peter but you don’t want to be treated like a slut because you aren’t. 

You slapped Peter’s face and looked at him and saw his face in shock, and the crowd of boys were also surprised “How could you.” You said and you saw how hurt he is when he looked at you directly in the eyes.

Originally posted by my-fxxfics

“(Y/N) I’m sor-” you walked out before he even finished his sentence and then you started running through the forest and heard all the boys say “Get her!” “Come back!” But you kept on running to take everything in your mind about what just happened at camp. 

As you were running you heard someone chasing you as a result you ran faster because you didn’t want to get caught by someone or something. As you kept on running you slowly ran out of breath and stopped running. You pulled out your dagger to protect yourself from what’s out there.

“Show yourself!” you said but there was no reply instead there were footsteps “Don’t be a coward and show yourself!” You said and someone caught you from behind, his hand on your waist and the other in your mouth.

“(Y/N) it’s me.” You heard Peter’s voice behind you and you trashed your body away from him hoping you can get out of his grip “Please let me explain, I’m really sorry for what i did. I just can’t control myself.” with that he finally let go of you “Can’t control yourself?!” you screamed “It was clear that you did it on purpose! You did the dare!” you screamed at the top of your lungs and looked at Peter with a sad look on your eyes.

“I’m really sorry (Y/N).” Peter said “Why are you even apologizing!? You obviously want to do it. B-be-because you think I’m nothing more than just a-a-a toy to you, huh Peter?! I’m just a toy to you after you do your dares?! Huh?!” you said

“I did it not because i was dared to do it! I did it because i love you!” Peter shouted and you shut up with disbelief and you started to shake your head telling yourself it’s not true “I love you! I love you even before those bastards at camp took an interest in you! I loved you first!” Peter said shouting so you can hear it loud and clear to know it’s true of what he felt towards you.

You looked at him one last time then you started to run away from him again. Peter then started to smirk to himself.

“Don’t run away from me (Y/N)! We both know Peter pan never fails!” you heard Peter yelled from a distance and you kept on running….. away from Peter.

Originally posted by thequeenruelas

“The game’s about to change (Y/N), and this game is about to start. I hope you choose to play it carefully. This game is between you and me only, and nobody, not even Baelfire……. or Felix is going to stand in my way.” Peter said with an evil smirk while looking at the direction where you ran.

“Let’s Play.”

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Let’s hold the phone and recall that

In season 1, Sansa:

  • Younger brother Bran was thrown off a tower and left crippled for life. 
  • Had to deal with the death of her Direwolf by the hands of the people she loved and admired so. 
  • Engaged in a bitter feud with Arya over the above. 
  • Witnessed a man dying in the Hand’s tourney. 
  • Dismissed by Joffrey throughout the year until suddenly he decided to play the gentleman. 
  • Had to deal with her father being arrested and her sister up and disappearing. 
  • Forced to beg for her father’s life and was promised he was allowed to live by her future husband only for her so called love of her life to order his execution right in front of her. 
  • Dealing with daily tortures and beatings from Joffrey. 
  • Forced to watch her father’s head and everybody else from Winterfell who came with them rot in spikes. 
  • Told Joffrey Robb would fucking destroy him. 
  • Considered going over the edge with Joffrey a great sane idea.

In season2, Sansa:

  • So frightened out of her mind by Joffrey that one wrong word would be the beating of her but still managed to trick his arse to save Ser Dontos. 
  • Continued to put up with daily beatings everytime Robb won a victory. 
  • Managed to make a friend in Shae. 
  • Dealt with Cersei’s constant digs just as much as Joffrey’s beatings. 
  • Nearly raped by a mob of folk and left to her fate by Joffrey, only just being saved by the hound. 
  • So terrified of Joffrey finding out she was “fit” to have his children that she tried to burn evidence of her having her period. 
  • Continued to put on a brave face and saying she is loyal to her beloved Joffrey despite everything. 
  • Had to deal with Cersei’s drunken ass and the idea of being raped, not saved as Stannis’ army approached. 
  • Also dealt with the hound in her own room and bravely made the smart decision in staying behind. 
  • Faced the idea of being Joffrey’s chew boy with even less value after he shoved her aside for Margaery.

In season3, Sansa:

  • Made some powerful allies with Olenna, Margaery and Loras and entertained the idea of actually marrying Loras so she could finally be free in Highgarden and away from the hell that is Kings Landing. 
  • So worried about Margaery’s safety that she told the truth about Joffrey. 
  • Actually gave her potential marriage with Loras a HUGE shot. 
  • So much so that she refuses Littlefinger’s idea to escape. 
  • But the troubling news of Tyrion marrying her instead hits her like a ton of bricks. 
  • And Littlefinger’s opportunity to escape is no longer open. 
  • Faces the possibility of losing her virginity to a man not suitable for her. 
  • Pretty much marries Tyrion and is humiliated throughout the day by what is happening but continues to soldier on. 
  • Tells a cold truth to Tyrion that she may never want him in her bed even though he could rape her if he wanted to. 
  • But despite that does try to make things pleasant with him. Best out of a bad bunch and all that. 
  • News of Catelyn and Robb’s death hits her. She has no true chance of escaping Kings Landing that she knows of now.

In season4, Sansa:

  • Mourned the deaths of her entire family and sunk in so much depression. 
  • No longer even finding comfort in prayers. 
  • Continued to deal with the likes of Joffrey mocking Robb’s death. 
  • Fished out of Kings Landing in a way that makes her look completely guilty in killing Joffrey. 
  • Shae also betrays her and drags her name through the mud. 
  • And Ser Dontos wasn’t even in it to save her because she saved him; only for the money. 
  • Taken to the Vale where her crazy aunt Lysa is completely and utterly jealous of her relationship with Littlefinger. 
  • Deals with Robin who is completely disrespectful and fucks up her escape from reality via the snow castle of Winterfell. 
  • Is constantly abused by Lysa. 
  • And Littlefinger continues to make creepy advances towards her. 
  • Which eventually causes Lysa to snap and try to kill her, only to be killed by Petyr. 
  • Sansa then has to cover up the murder so she can have some agency through Petyr as the father figure of the Lord of the vale and not face the Unknown.

In season5, Sansa:

  • Refuses Brienne’s help because (logically) she saw her bow to Joffrey despite supposably being Catelyn’s knight. 
  • Agrees to go along with marrying the son of a man who killed her brother in order to get her family home back as well as the fact she doesn’t even have a choice in the matter. This IS Littlefinger we are talking about here, the matter was already decided and she knew that. 
  • Has to deal with her childhood home being so corrupted. 
  • Has to deal with ghosts. 
  • Has to deal with a shady ass jealous lover of Ramsay’s following her arse. 
  • Comes face to face with Theon, the man who supposably killed Bran and Rickon. 
  • Deals with Ramsay’s parade of showing Theon about and has to dine with the man who killed her brother and betrayed her mother. 
  • Eventually marries Ramsay at sacred ground and is raped by him in her bedroom. 
  • Locked in that chamber for supposably months if Fat Walda’s pregnancy is to go by being constantly abused and raped by Ramsay. 
  • Chance at breaking out is betrayed by Theon, and as a result the woman who tried to help her also dies. 
  • Breaks out only to see Stannis once again fail to save her. 
  • Is so done with her life that she is ready to accept death at the hands of Myranda. 
  • With no other option, Sansa grabs Theon’s hand and jumps off a FUCKING TOWER with no certainly if they are going to make it as the alternative is just too horrific to imagine.

In season6; Sansa:

  • Survives her fall and is forced to run into the absolute freezing cold. 
  • And even BRAVES her way through a lake.
  • And is nearly dragged back to Winterfell only to be saved by Brienne.
  • But isn’t ready to give up Winterfell just yet as she knows there is nowhere for her or Jon to go without forever having to flee. And they need to set up a sanctuary for Bran, Rickon and Arya to go to if they are still alive. She is already gearing up to face the monster who made her life hell.
  • And that couldn’t be more clearer after he sends Jon the letter demanding he give her over or she will be raped and killed alongside their little brother Rickon. 
  • So vulnerable after everything that she cannot trust Jon enough after placing her trust in so many people to be let down time after time after time.
  • And she doesn’t even have the respect from the Northmen for actions she wasn’t in control of (marrying Tyrion and Ramsay); she’s more free than she has been for a long time but she still doesn’t have agency.
  • Accepts the likely possibility Rickon is going to die and prepares to kill herself if Ramsay wins and Jon dies.
  • So hardened and scarred by everything, that she watches Ramsay die with utter delight at the hands of his own hounds.
  • And even though she got Winterfell back alongside Jon; she isn’t recognised in her struggles and journey to get the home back by the North.

Now tell me this ain’t the most strongest character out there? She keeps on going on after taking hit after hit. I’m not so happy with some of the story deviations they made from the book, but Sansa Stark without a doubt remains the strongest and most fearless character out there after everything she’s been through.

Give the girl a medal. Shit, give her the heads of all her enemies so she can live the rest of her life in peace.

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Iker Casillas: "I am lucky enough to be three years younger than Gigi. I was 14 when I started and he was 18; I was able to see and appreciate his style and personality. As I grew up, I looked up to him and then we evolved together and we’ve had similar careers. We’ve both won a lot and we’ve often played against each other. I think Italian football won’t have another goalkeeper like him. In Europe and around the world, he’s considered one of the best of all time. Ours is a healthy, positive rivalry: we really appreciate each other and playing against him is always a pleasure.He is a player who is known and admired all over the world and he is part of the history of this game.“

Gianluigi Buffon:  "Iker Casillas is a colleague I have always admired and continue to admire a great deal. He took a brave and difficult decision to challenge himself [in moving to Porto from Real Madrid]. He’s in great shape and I hope we both have great performances.”

You Do It (Rogers/Wilson/Barton/Stark)

Request: Maybe Steve being terrified for fatherhood and not taking it well; and going to the men of the house for comfort and to talk sense into him.

You had been at the hospital for only ten minutes, and Steve was already in a full-blown panic, breathing far too quickly, wringing his hands together until they stung and his skin was rubbed to the threat of tearing under the strain.  The nurses were settling you into your room for the delivery of yours and Steve’s first child, and only now did it become clear to the man that this was actually going to happen.  He had been in an oblivious state of excitement and wonder over the last nine months, never once stopping to allow the reality in, and now that it was practically slapping him in the face, he was scared to death.

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Reminiscence.

Memories are recollections of past events that have occurred throughout our lives. The most precious memories are of the special moments we share with the people we love. These timeless treasures become imprinted in our hearts and in our minds forever and even when we are reminded of them, they bring us just as much love and joy as before.

The silence was unbelievably loud. Even the softest sound - like a pin drop - would have an echo-equivalent to heavy furniture being tossed around. However, the quietness was surprisingly calm and rather comfortable.

(Your Name) sat in between Justin’s legs. Her head was leaning back against him and was resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. Their hands interlocked with one another under the warm water. Justin had his arms wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her back pressed tightly against his chest.

There were candles all around; a few lining the edge of the bathtub while one larger candle rested on the bathroom counter near the edge, giving the room a dimmed glow.

“What are you thinking about?” Justin asked in a whisper. (Your Name)’s eyes were glued to the marble tile wall ahead, though she wasn’t even looking at the wall at all. The feeling of Justin’s arms around her and the steam rising from the water touching her bare skin and relaxing her muscles sent her into a state of euphoria. She stared off into space, taking in the moment between them so that it would become etched in her heart and her mind like a stone.

“Baby?” Justin muttered in (Your Name)’s ear, this time catching her attention. His lips moved along the base of her neck, brushing ever so gently along her wet skin.

“Hmm?” she hummed before closing her eyes and turning her head towards his chest.

His lips curled into a smile upon noticing the look of relaxation wash over (Your Name)’s face. He placed several feather-like kisses across her right temple. “What’s on your mind, princess?” he asked her once more.

(Your Name) shrugged her shoulders, letting her eyes slowly flutter open so they would meet Justin’s dark honey orbs.

“Just how nice this feels,” she says with a radiant smile. “We should do this more often.” Justin’s smile becomes wider and he lightly kisses the tip of her nose. “We will, baby girl, I promise,” he says in a soft voice.

Once again, there was a sedative silence that became engulfed around them. (Your Name) slowly turned her body onto her side so that her cheek was resting flat on Justin’s chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat pounded in her ear, she closed her eyes and listened to its rhythmic pulse. Justin lifted their hands that were still intertwined from the water and brought them up to his lips.

“Tell me a story,” (Your Name) whispered, lifting her head up to see Justin kissing each of her fingers.

Confusion sets in Justin’s eyes and his lips break away from (Your Name)’s hand.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

(Your Name) gave him a soft smile and once again settled her head back down on his chest. “Tell me a story… I want to listen to your voice.” She lightly kissed the crown tattoo underneath his collarbone and laid her cheek flat against his chest.

Justin couldn’t resist the smile creeping across his lips. Leaning back against the cast iron tub - feeling the coldness touch his perspiring skin - he began drawing imaginary circles all over (Your Name)’s back with his left hand while his right entangled within her damp, tangled locks.

“Remember the first time I asked you out?”

(Your Name)’s heart fluttered as the sudden memory of Justin asking her out on a date for the first time flooded her mind. She let out a hinted giggle as she remembers the very first thing she ever said to him.

“And I flat out said no?” she added.

The flashback of meeting Justin for the first time suddenly clouded over her memory.

They met during a period of (Your Name)’s life where she had created a huge wall between herself and others, isolating her trust and reliability in other people.

She wasn’t looking for a relationship. In fact, even friendship became something she was too afraid to get wrapped up in. She wanted to spare herself of feeling the pain of loneliness and heartbreak again.

Justin was a bit of a bachelor; he dated a lot but he had never been in a committed relationship. He would meet a girl, take her on a few dates and before things would turn serious, he would suggest that they only be friends. He called it - keeping his options open - until he found the right girl.

He ran away from ever chance to fall in love until he met (Your Name). The first time he saw her, she was sitting at a table outside of a small coffee shop studying for a college exam. He took one look at her and instantly became enraptured by her.

Her hair was pinned up in a low messy bun to prevent it from falling in front of her face. She would occasionally push her reading glasses up after they had slid down the bridge of her nose. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He nonchalantly watched her as she turned each page of her book; her left hand clutched into a fist while her chin rested above it as it was held up by her elbow. Her innocent appeal is what attracted him to her.

Justin then made the bold move and finally approached her to say hello. She lifted her eyes from her book and when they met his, she gave him welcoming smile. There was an instant attraction between them as they sat at that table and talked for almost three hours; they shared their interests with each other and were immediately surprised to realize just how much they had in common.

With every word, Justin became more interested in (Your Name); the more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know. Finally, Justin made the brave decision and asked (Your Name) on a date, admitting he wished to see her again.

However, he was quickly rejected when (Your Name) said that she was not looking for a relationship. Though Justin was figuratively in the same boat, he somehow felt a strong connection to her. He confessed to her that he enjoyed talking to her and that he wanted to get to know her more. He then asked her for her phone number and asked to see her again; not as a romantic date but simply as a meeting between two friends.

Though she was still skeptical, (Your Name) evidently gave in and agreed to meet him again. They both exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up the following night.

Lifting her head off his chest, (Your Name) looked up at Justin; his face was blank and free of any expression but she could see that he was holding back his laughter. Finally, he let out a burst of laughter and smiled.

“When you turned me down, it literally felt like a punch to the gut,” he began, his eyes then moved downwards and locked onto (Your Name). “But when I first saw you, I knew in my heart there was something special about you and I deeply wanted to find out what it was. When I asked you out and you said no, I could see it in your eyes that you were holding something back and I think that’s what made me want to get to know you more. Thinking back on it now, that was one of the best days of my life.”

He stopped and stared at (Your Name) for a moment, taking in every detail on her face; the loose strands of hair that was stuck to her damp forehead, her natural rosy cheeks, her button nose, the almost invisible freckles under each of her glistening blue eyes that reminded him of the Caribbean ocean.

“The second best day of my life is when we actually had our first date,” Justin smirked and gave (Your Name) a wink. (Your Name) grinned, thinking back to that amazing night on the beach. That was the first of many times in which (Your Name) would witness Justin’s romantic side.

“I remember that night like it was yesterday,” (Your Name) sighed happily.

“You really took me by surprise.”

“I know,” Justin replied.

“I was so nervous, I wanted everything to be perfect. I had only known you for about two weeks but I was beginning to lose control of my feelings for you so I wanted to do something extra special for you. I knew you deserved better than just an ordinary dinner or movie date and flowers and chocolates.”

He knew how to make things sound like they came directly out of a Nicholas Sparks’ novel, and that’s exactly how that night felt.

Even at just the instant thought brought back the same feeling as it did before.

That was the night (Your Name) knew she was in love with him. For the first time in her life, she was swept off of her feet and left speechless by how much effort Justin put into making the date special.

She had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. The sun was setting over the ocean, painting the sky a bright shade of pink. A trail of rose petals lined with small candles began on the end of the boardwalk.

As (Your Name) followed the aisle down the beach, she was immediately taken by surprise by the sight of a small wooden table accompanied by two chairs, the rose petals circling around it. There were four polls planted into the sand, one in each corner holding up the bright fairy lights above.

Justin stood in the sand with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand. They sat and talked while admiring the sunset. When it became dark, the moon and the stars illuminated the night sky. It was then that Justin admitted his feelings for (Your Name). Despite only knowing each other for less than a month, he referred their time together as the greatest few weeks of his life and that there was no doubt in his mind he wanted to be with her.

(Your Name) began to tear up as she heard those words. Before meeting Justin, she had her mind and heart set on anything but a relationship and the weeks she spent getting to know him made her walls fall down and her vulnerability slowly fade away.

For the first time in a long time, she said those three little words. Three little words she had almost forgotten the meaning of.

“You were the first person to ever make me feel like I mattered. I never thought I would ever meet someone who would do something so special like that just for me. You gave me a whole new perspective on letting people in and showed me that it’s okay to trust people again,” (Your Name) spoke in a hushed whisper, bringing Justin’s hand that overlapped hers up to her lips and gently kissed the top of his hand.

“Is that why you told me you love me?”

His boost of confidence made her giggle.

“Well I would say it was because of your attractive looks but whatever floats your boat,” she teases and gives him a wink.

Justin gasps, placing his free hand over his heart. “That’s harsh, babe,” he says, trying to sound shocked but (Your Name) can hear in his voice that he’s trying hard not to laugh.

“I’m kidding, baby,” (Your Name) says, not wanting to tease him anymore. Her right-hand reaches under his chin, pulling his head down towards hers. She kisses him softly, feeling his lips curl into a smile against hers. “But I do consider your attractive looks to be a pretty good bonus,” she says against his lips and kisses him again.

***

By now, the bath water was slowly beginning to get cold. (Your Name) pulled herself up and stepped out of the tub. Justin followed close behind her and grabbed two towels off of the bathroom counter. Wrapping one around his waist, he wrapped the other around (Your Name)’s body, giving her a quick kiss on her wet shoulder.

Exiting the en suite, (Your Name) entered the bedroom and walked over to the dresser. She picked out a pair of gray fleece pajamas and a white top with forearm length sleeves. She quickly dried herself off and changed into them. Justin changed into just a pair of gray sweatpants and turned off the lights in the bathroom as well as the bedroom before climbing into bed next to (Your Name).

Crawling in underneath the cotton sheets - letting its warmth engulf around him - Justin embraced (Your Name), enclosing his arms around her waist. For a moment, neither of them spoke; Justin’s cool breath - that had a hint of peppermint - penetrated the base of (Your Name)’s neck, sending a shiver up her spine. Her hand gently grasps his forearm.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting every muscle in her body relax.

“Do you remember the first night I held you in my arms like this?”

Justin mumbled, his lips brushing swiftly against (Your Name)’s neck.

Thinking back to that night in Justin’s home, a smile etched across (Your Name)’s lips. She turned herself over so she was laying on her back. Justin pushed himself upward, holding his body weight up on his elbow.

“You fell asleep on my lap and I watched you for hours…not trying to sound creepy,” Justin chuckled while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I remember how peaceful you looked. I didn’t want to wake you so I carried you up here so you would be more comfortable. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you for a second, you looked so beautiful. Finally, I wrapped my arms around you and within seconds I passed out. It was the first good night sleep I had in a long time.”

Reminiscing that night in his mind, Justin wandered off into a daydream.

“How’s your headache?” Justin asked.

(Your Name) groaned as she laid across the living room sofa. “My head is pounding…like someone is hitting me constantly with a sledgehammer,” she buried her face into one of the gray cushions that accompanied the couch and curled her legs up so that her knees were tight to her chest.

Justin sat on the edge of the sofa beside her and handed her a glass of water and two small tablets. “Here, takes these, they should make you feel better.” (Your Name) sat up long enough to take the Advil and consume a few sips of water before laying back down.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” he asked generously, combing his fingers through her hair. (Your Name) shook her head and closed her eyes. The pounding in her head was too unbearable to stay awake.

Justin smiled sadly at (Your Name). He didn’t know what else to do, he just wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.

Then he got an idea.

Grabbing the other couch cushion, he sat on the opposite end of the sofa. “Babe?” he whispered. (Your Name) opened her eyes and saw Justin sitting with the pillow on his lap. “Come here,” he smiled and patted down on the pillow, motioning her to lay her head in his lap. Pulling herself up, she moved closer to him and laid her head down on the pillow. Justin began brushing through her hair with his fingers, soothing her.

“Better?” he asked.

With her eyes closed once again, (Your Name) nodded her head and snuggled down into his lap. Justin leaned down and gently kissed her temple. “Try and get some rest, baby,” he continued to brush through her hair as he watched her. Within minutes, (Your Name) was sound asleep.

It had felt like hours they had been sitting there. Justin watched (Your Name) as she slept peacefully in his lap. She looked so peaceful; so relaxed. Justin couldn’t help but smile from time to time, combing through her tangled hair and watching her chest slowly rise up and down with every breath.

It was almost midnight and (Your Name) began to stir in her sleep. Knowing she would be more comfortable upstairs, Justin scooped her up in his arms, careful to not wake her up and carried her up to his room.

He laid her down on the mattress and pulled the blankets over her, letting her sink into the comfort of the bed sheets and climbed in beside her.

He now had a clear view of her face and he stared at her in awe. This was a side of her that he had never seen before; the way her hair was sprawled out over the pillow behind her; the way her eyelids flickered like she was dreaming; her breathing was at a slow and alternating pace. Her whole face just looked so much at ease. Her natural beauty was really showing for the first time.

Wanting to be closer to her, Justin moved in and wrapped his arm around her waist. He carefully pulled her into his chest, letting her head rest comfortably underneath his chin. With his right arm draped over her hip, his left arm curled under her head until his hand rested on the back of her head.

He held her in his arms, not ever wanting to let her go. Though she was highly unaware of it, (Your Name) made him feel safe and happy, unlike anyone else has ever made him feel. Everything about her was perfect to him. It was hard to resist just how deeply and unbelievably in love he is with her.

“I love you.”

He knew she most likely didn’t hear him but he felt like he had to say it. Every chance he got to say those three words - whether she heard them or not - he would take it.

Kissing the top of her head, Justin’s eyes fluttered shut and he slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber. The countless sleepless nights were now far behind him.

All because of her.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling through his mouth, Justin looked at (Your Name) and smiled. The memories brought back every feeling; every emotion, and they felt just the same in the present as they did 3 years ago.

“Before that night, I had never slept in the same room as someone else let alone the same bed, especially with a guy,” (Your Name) could feel her cheeks getting warm as she spoke. “You were the first one…you were the first of many things for me and looking back at it all now, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

Justin smiled, gently tracing the shape of her jaw with his fingers. “I can’t imagine my life without you… ever since that day I saw you sitting in that café, you’ve turned my life around. Every memory I have with you, I cherish more and more each day. I love you with all my heart and soul, (Your Full Name).”

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

Embracing her cheek in the palm of his hand, Justin leaned in slowly until his lips overlapped with (Your Name)’s.

Switching off the lamp on the bedside table, they both settled down under the blankets. “Sweet dreams,” (Your Name) whispered, giving Justin’s cheek a quick kiss before snuggling down into his chest. “Goodnight, baby girl,” he kisses the top of her head and laid his head on the pillow with his chin touching her head.

It didn’t take long for both of them to feel their eyes flutter shut. Holding onto each other and wrapping themselves into their warm embrace, they felt a peaceful dullness wash over them within seconds.

The End 

Drunk - Part 2 (Sirius)

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You clutched your mug to your chin the next morning wondering what the hell to do. ‘Morning.’ James said, entering the kitchen. 
‘You look rough.’ You said, admiring the bruises on his arms, the dark circles under his eyes and the serious case of bed-head. ‘Shuddup.’ He groaned, rubbing his eyes. You chewed on your lip as James pulled out the cereal and poured himself a very large bowl. ‘Hey can I ask you something?’ You asked, seizing the moment. James grunted and you took it as a yes. ‘Did you tell Sirius that I don’t love him?’ You asked. James opened the fridge and starting poring milk into his cereal. ‘Probably.’ He said, not looking up. 
‘Why?’ You pressed, feeling a bit hurt. James shrugged, putting the milk back and picking up his bowl. ‘Because you don’t.’ He said, starting to walk away. 
‘Woah woah woah!’ You cried, pulling his arm. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’James freed his arm and turned to you, sighing. ‘Because it’s obvious that he loves you more than you love him.’ 
‘And how do you know that?’ You asked, folding your arms. 
‘He has given you loads of chances to prove it but you never take them.’ James shrugged again and turned away. ‘Just obvious.’ He walked into his room, closing the door behind him. 
It was common knowledge that you weren’t the best at seeing signs of emotion. Or that you were good with dealing with emotions. The truth was you had liked Sirius for a very long time. A very long time. But since you didn’t see any signs you moved on. You placed the mug gently on the counter and made the brave decision to talk to Sirius. 

‘Sirius?’ You said, knocking on his door. He grunted in reply. You opened the door to see Sirius sitting on the edge of his bed, the sun pouring into his bedroom. He, like James, looked rough. Hair sticking up in random positions, dark circles under his eyes and his face blotchy. ‘What’s up?’ He asked as you sat down next to him. ‘I just wanted to talk to you about something but it’s a bit awkward.’ You said truthfully. 
‘Hit me.’ Sirius replied, his full attention on you. 
‘Okay. Okay.’ You said, preparing yourself. ‘Well last night you said something to me-’ 
‘Oh lord, what was it?’ Sirius said rubbing his eyes. ‘Did I tell you i wanted to be a dragon trainer again? Because I don’t only drunk Sirius does-’ 
‘No!’ You said, laughing. ‘It was uh-you told me you loved me.’ The colour drained from Sirius’ face. 
‘Oh.’ Was all he managed to say. ‘Well-uh-you know, people say dumb things when they’re drunk like, the dragon trainer stuff so…’ 
‘Yeah well,’ You swallowed, ‘James kinda confirmed it this morning so…’
‘Ah…’‘We don’t have to talk about it, obviously!’ You said, standing up, ‘I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry!’ ‘No wait!’ Sirius said. You stopped. Your heart was beating so fast. ‘What if it was true?’ ‘What?’‘What if it was true? That I…loved you.’ Sirius’ eyes were locked on yours. You were finding it more and more difficult to swallow. ‘Then we would have a problem.’ You replied. Sirius’ shoulders dropped. ‘Why?’ He croaked. ‘Because I love you as well.’ ‘And-uh-’ Sirius started but he was smiling too much. You were smiling too. ‘Why is that a problem?’ He asked, standing up. ‘Because we live together.’ You said matter-of-factly. Sirius moved closer towards you. ‘Well…’ He said, ‘I mean, you live down the hall.’ ‘My room is down the hallway.’ You grinned as Sirius began to close the gap. ‘Yeah.’ He replied, ‘And my room is here.’ He said, and you could feel his hot breath on your skin. ‘So…’ He trailed off, the end of his sentence lost as he pressed his lips to yours, his hand running up your back and tangling in your hair. The kiss was short and sweet and afterwards you both looked like you had slept with coat hangers in your mouths. ‘So.’ He said, his hand on your waist, ‘You do love me like James loves Lily?’ ‘Well, well, well.’ You said, ‘So you do remember last night?’ ‘Maybe.’ He said, but his eyes were shining. 
Q&A with Pamela Rabe, Nicole Da Silva, Kate Atkinson and Pino Amenta.

Tonight I attended the AACTA preview screening of S5E1 and S5E2 of Wentworth. I took some notes at the Q&A that followed with Pamela Rabe, Nicole da Silva, Kate Atkinson and Pino Amenta. Shareena Clanton, Bernard Curry, Pete McTighe and Marcia Gardiner were also in the crowd, as was Roger Hodgman who I noticed dutifully holding Pamela’s bag and scarf at the end of the event. Very little of the following are direct quotes, just what I was able to note down. The most minor of spoilers are included.


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Stitched - Part 1

Part 2

Eisuke Ichinomiya. Kana despised that man. He took the last shred of happiness Kana had, all for himself. Never did Kana want to see him unless it was completely unavoidable. This was just that moment. Standing at the entrance to the Tres Spades, Kana knew this was a last resort option, but perhaps it was better than remaining at that place.

Hoisting the duffle bag up, Kana braved the decision and stepped into the hotel. It was early in the evening, but even so the lobby was still buzzing a fair bit. Ignoring the greetings of staff, and the few questioning glances, Kana made a beeline for the elevators.

Mashing the penthouse button, Kana groaned when the button didn’t light up. Muttering a few choice curses before exiting the elevator, Kana headed for the reception desk.

“I’m sorry the penthouse rooms are all completely booked.” The receptionist said, Kana had to hold back a scoff, knowing that was a lie, “I can offer you a suite on the 50th floor.”

“I don’t want a room I just need to get into the penthouse!” Kana demanded, smacking the top of the counter.

The outburst took the receptionist back a bit, and she seemed a little frightened.

“What seems to be the issue here?” Kana sighed happily at the familiar voice. Mr Kenzaki would surely help out. Upon turning to face the manager, Kenzaki immediately took it upon himself to guide Kana to the penthouse personally.

“I was under the impression you were given a key to the penthouse.” Kenzaki observed as they rode the elevator up.

“I refused to accept it.” Kana mumbled, almost ashamed to be running to the Tres Spades.

“Three times?”

“Whatever. I won’t be here long anyway.”

Upon reaching floor 51, Kenzaki stepped out but Kana didn’t, “I assume you came here for a reason?”

Sighing, Kana stepped out and followed Kenzaki to the penthouse lounge.

“Excuse me, Mr Ichinomiya?” Kenzaki announced before Kana even had a chance to enter.

“What is it Kenzaki? I don’t recall calling for you.” Eisuke called back. Kana sighed. He didn’t seem irritable. Good.

“I have a visitor with me.”

“Nor do I recall having a meeting.” Eisuke pointed out.

“He never said it was for you.” A voice Kana recognised as Ota’s called out.

Stepping aside, Kenzaki then let Kana enter.

“Kana?” The men in the lounge all exclaimed unanimously.

“I don’t believe Miss Kana is here to see either of you.” Kenzaki bowed before leaving. Clutching her bag awkwardly in front of her, Kana stared at her feet. Her last visit to the Tres Spades hadn’t exactly been spectacular.

“Hi.” She said shyly.

Before anyone could say anything more, shouting from upstairs interrupted them.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S GONE?” Silence followed before a woman stumbled quickly down the stairs from the penthouse suite, “Eisuke!” She exclaimed, tears already rolling down her face, “Kana she-” almost in sync with each other, the men all pointed behind her, where Kana now stood.

Without a second thought, dropping her bag, Kana also broke down into tears as she ran to the woman, who caught her in a tight embrace, “Kana.” The woman breathed out in relieve as she held the girl.

“Mum.” Kana cried into her chest.

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Things Entrepreneurs Know About Fear That You Should Probably Hear

Successful entrepreneurs know the facts about fear. They realize that fear isn’t the stoplight to success, but the fuel for progress. Here are the facts about fear that can help you to rise above the paralysis and make strides:

1. Most of the things we fear don’t happen.

2. Fear is not overcome by bravery.

3. Fear doesn’t change reality.

4. Some fear is designed to keep us safe. Other fear keeps us limited.

5. Fear shows us the path to success.

6. Fear is mistakenly viewed as a negative thing.

7. Acknowledging fear is the best way to make a fully conscious decision.

More facts about fear you should know.