My favourite thing about the whole ‘no man of woman born’ thing is that it applies to a very broad church.
People born via c-section (no man of woman born, meaning natural childbirth, aka, the Shakespeare approach)
Women (no man of woman born, aka, the Tolkein approach)
Non-binary types (see above)
Aliens (no man of woman born, with the meaning of man being in the ‘mankind’ sense)
Artificial intelligences (see above again)
Transmen (no man of woman born, the man-ness appears to come later as gender is a social construct. Arguably borderline, I know.)
People carried by a man (no man of woman born)
People grown in vats (no man of woman born)
Basically, anyone who isn’t a human cisgendered male delivered via natural childbirth by a woman could kill Macbeth. (Given the equipment via science!, the child of a transwoman born via natural childbirth would still count as unable to.)
It’s odd that you can divide mankind into ‘Macbeth killers’ and everyone else, even though everyone else is in the minority, especially if aliens are real and we create AIs capable of murdering Scottish kings.
oswald cobblepot’s capacity to love and sacrifice makes me so emotional. he’s had a hard life since childhood, gets physically and/or emotionally hurt every other episode, has lost so many people he cares about, and he is still able to love others, to put them first when push comes to shove. oswald’s story (not just his continual rise and fall into power, but his emotional highs and lows) and rlt’s ability to convey it so well honestly makes him one of my favorite characters ever.
This was Bum’s first real test. With this Sangwoo knew that Bum could “kill”. Bum wasn’t successful of course, but his intent was still there. After this point, Sangwoo knows he is capable of murder. Now he just has to make it so that Bum no longer wants to kill him but instead kill another.
“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?” “Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.” “Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?” “I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?” “I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.” “Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?” “Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?” “What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?” “There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.” “Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?” “If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?” “I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?” “One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?” “Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” “I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.” “Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?” “Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?” “How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.” “What do you think our purpose is?” “What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.” “If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.” “If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?” “Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?” “If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?” “Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”
Hi guys, we are officially 28 days away from the series finale.
I think I have figured out what exactly is going on in Rosewood and i will try
my best to explain everything. Let’s begin.
I think the AD game’s beginning is a pivotal part in the story.
The texts started 6x13, “The Gloves Are On”. The episode has some
interesting details. Okay, so here’s who I think is AD:
Melissa is Uber A.
In the episode, Melissa returns, coincidentally the same episode
where the game begins. Melissa teases Spencer about shopping out of other
people’s carts, showing that she clearly has not forgotten the past (i will
come back to this).
In the same episode, Melissa is worried about the reporter
Damian since he realised some things about her possibly (burying Bethany) and
she is frantic and confides in Spencer. I think she is really worried that the
reporter may think she is capable of murder.
the image above, which is from 6x17, we learn through Caleb’s interest in
baseball that her alibi was a lie and she in fact was in town the night
Charlotte died. In this episode, we also learn Charlotte called Wren and told
her about Bethany Young, leading Wren to split up with
Okay, so now, i’m going to add the base of my theory and what I
think really went down.
I think we are all forgetting one major
detail revealed in 6x18 “Burn This” Melissa was being blackmailed by someone
and that is an extremely important detail. In the image above, Peter confesses
to Spencer that Melissa was indeed being blackmailed. I think Charlotte was
blackmailing Melissa about the tape and she was in love with Wren.
Wren decided to breakup with Melissa, but there is definitely more to that.
Wren killed Charlotte. He did it so he can finally be in peace and get back
with Melissa. I think after he does it, he tells Melissa why and what he did but an already shaken Melissa comes up with a plan. They start what Charlotte ended, the A GAME. The whole idea is brilliant. They pretend to be interested in knowing who killed her, when in all honesty and truth they only want to pin the murder on these girls. Melissa has more motivation. She has bad blood with her sister. Melissa and Wren are the ultimate AD team, Melissa being the head.
And what they needed the most, happens. They have proof of the girls being murderers. Yes, Elliot Rollins.
I also think Melissa is crazy and depressed over the miscarriage she had and took Wren’s help in fertilising Emily’s stolen eggs and stealing the baby in the end.
Now, coming to 7x15. As much as I thought she was Twincer and still could be, I think Spencer is slightly starting to figure it out on her own. I think that is why she met Wren and suspects something is definitely up.That is why the scene is so shady.
Since the next episode is 7x17, I will be predicting what happens in the next three episodes. I think Wren goes to his boss lady AD, Melissa and tells her Spencer is starting to piece it together.
This BTS shot is from 7x18, which shows the girls in the police lineup. Even the synopsis and trailers have shown AD wanting one of them to fess up and end up in jail. Obviously, AD’s plan fails since the girls are out and about in a graveyard in 7x19:
In this episode, I think Spencer figures out more information regarding Wren and maybe the final big turn is them having to dig up Charles/Charlotte’s grave so Wren and Melissa can yet again wrongly accuse the girls of killing Charlotte.
Now, here’s what I think the finale will be:
Melissa gets arrested for Charlotte’s murder at the horse stables.
The Liars will yet again come in the way of Wren and Melissa ending up together. An angry Wren will be out to kill everyone I think…
As you can see him shooting a gun in the scene above.
Here is some more proof.
-Melissa is Uber A, with Wren’s help and he is Charlotte’s killer.
And if all of this is incorrect, I think Charlotte lied, she was always CeCe. Wren was the real charles. end of story.
Summary:Spencer gets released from prison and comes home to the reader and their daughter.
Y/N - Your name
Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name
Word Count: 1,169
Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been gone for almost two weeks :( I went on vacation with my friend and then came back to so much make up work and ap testing. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me, here’s this! :)
It had been weeks since the three of you were together, hell, it had been two weeks alone since you visited him in there. Spencer looked absolutely horrible when you did, bruises aligned his jaw and he had a black eye that stuck out like a sore thumb.
It was obvious he was going out of his mind in that place when he snapped saying that he was capable of murder, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You worried about him almost every second after that moment and just wanted him to come home, but you couldn’t show your daughter how scared you really were.
She asked almost every night when daddy would be coming home and lately you were running out of excuses, but telling a seven year old what was really going on was just not an option.
Your thoughts ate you alive most nights, but you couldn’t stop blaming yourself until you would eventually fall asleep.
It was four a.m when this was going on and you were usually passed out until at least seven, nothing was waking you up tonight.
After four missed calls, they gave up.
Once the sunshine hit the curtains Y/D/N came running in your room and hopped right next to you in bed. She seemed to always be full of energy in the mornings, which wasn’t a good thing on weekends.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Y/D/N was pushing you a little by now trying to get you up.
“What? I’m awake..” your eyes hadn’t opened because you were determined to get a few more hours of sleep. It was Saturday anyway, you had nowhere to be.
Y/D/N let out a loud sigh that made you open your eyes and laugh.
“Oh we’re pouting now, are we?”
Y/D/N nodded and crawled under the covers next to you. Her hair was long enough to be put into a tiny ponytail but it never seemed to stay tamed, especially after sleeping. Once she had turned four it was apparent she had gotten her daddies hazel eyes, which wasn’t a problem until now, when all you could see was him while looking at her.
“Someone was knocking at the door a few minutes ago but you and daddy told me not to answer to strangers, but I think they gave up.”
You looked at Y/D/N with confusion, it was 7 a.m, who was at the house this early? Oh no. What if something happened to Spencer? You jumped up and searched for your phone that was scattered somewhere in your sheets.
Four missed calls from Emily Prentiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You didn’t even bother putting a sweatshirt over Spencer’s old t-shirt and walked as fast as you could to the front door. If something happened, you had no idea what you were going to do.
The peephole wasn’t even a thought before you yanked the door open to see Spencer standing there.
You were completely frozen seeing him, shock completely took over your body. This wasn’t real. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks but couldn’t move. For all the times you’d dreamed this, you never thought it would come true.
His voice felt like home, something that hadn’t been the same since he was gone. Relief washed over you but before you could get a word out Y/D/N came running past you and latched onto Spencer’s legs.
“Daddy! You’re home!” Y/D/N’s smile was as big as could be, as was his.
“I missed you so much goober.” you watched as Spencer kneel down and hug Y/D/N.
“I missed you too, I lost a tooth!” Y/D/N took a step back and smiled showing the hole inside her mouth. Spencer’s mouth dropped playing along as if it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.
“No way! Wow, did you put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy?”
“Yes, mommy helped me and I got five bucks the next morning!” Y/D/N pointed at you and giggled as Spence looked up at you.
“Well isn’t that awesome! Hey Y/D/N, wanna go get me some water while I talk to mom?”
She nodded and ran into the kitchen.
“I uh, um..” you tried saying something, anything really, but you had no idea what to say.
Spencer stepped towards you nodding, understanding everything that was going on in your mind. He knew you like the back of his hand, surprises were not your thing.
The height difference between you two was perfect for him to kiss the top of your head. You loved this, especially when you would get stressed.
“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Spence.” you mumbled as your face was scrunched against his shirt, which smelled of faded cologne.
Spencer looked down at you confused, “You’re sorry? Baby, what do you have to be sorry about?”
“All of this is my fault, I never should’ve let you go across the border, especially alone.”
Before he could react to what you just said Y/D/N came running back in with the glass of water. You backed out of his arms and watched as your daughter and husband talked.
Spencer kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay and flashed a couple smiles until you got up to go to the bathroom, or just sit in there.
After a few minutes a light knock came on the door,”Y/N, could I come in?”
You quietly sighed saying yes and unlocked the door. You sat back down on the side of the tub as he walked in, staring at the floor once he shut the door behind him.
“Can we talk?”
You nodded, “About what?”
“About you feeling guilty, because you shouldn’t.. At all. I was going even if you hadn’t agreed Y/N. None of this was your fault.”
“Okay.” you mumbled so low that he could barely hear you.
“Y/N.. please look at me.”
You shook your head and wiped the tears that had fallen. Spencer bent down and took your hands in his.
“Baby..” his voice cracked, “please?”
You squeezed his hands then looked up for your eyes to meet, Spencer gave a slight smile as you realized how badly you missed his touch. Those puppy dog eyes were all you needed right now.
“What do you need me to do so you’ll feel safe again Y/N?.”
“I just.. I can’t lose you again.”
“You’ll never lose me Y/N.”Spencer leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead still holding your hands.
You smiled at those words, “Good.”
Spencer leaned back and glimpsed at your shirt and messy hair smiling, “You’re beautiful Y/N but I think that shirt is pretty awesome too.”
You blushed and shoved his shoulder, “You’re too sweet to me Spence, but you know I always steal your shirts.”
“That’s okay, you wear them better than I ever did.”
Stephanie Crowe was especially happy on January 21, 1998, because her parents had saved up to buy her a new phone for Christmas and she was permitted unlimited calls; the twelve-year-old was busy chatting to her friends when her mother bade her goodnight and went to sleep.
The next day Stephanie’s grandmother made a gruesome discovery; when she went upstairs to fetch Stephanie for breakfast she discovered the girl lying in a massive pool of blood near her bedroom door. Stephanie had been stabbed eight times with a long-bladed knife, and drag marks indicated she had first been attacked in bed before her killer pulled her to the floor and slashed at her chest. Strangely enough, there was no sign of forced entry into her room, and the words ‘kill KILL’ had been scrawled in pencil on the wall near her body.
Due to the fact no sign of forced entry was found, the police immediately began to pursue Stephanie’s brother, Michael, for her murder. Michael Crowe (14) had been hosting a sleepover with two friends in the room next to Stephanie’s, and admitted to playing his cassette tapes loudly during the hours she is believing ved to have died. Police found his stiff composure indicative of his guilt, and after ten hours of vigorous questioning Michael broke down in tears and confessed to murdering his sister. His two friends present that night were also arrested.
Despite a marked lack of evidence the three boys were charged with murder and put on trial as adults. However, just before the trial was to begin the police had a breakthrough; a shirt they had confiscated from a homeless man showed positive for Stephanie’s blood. The three boys were immediately cleared and the charges dismissed.
The ‘homeless man’ had been questioned just one day after Stephanie’s murder, after a neighbor complained he had been hanging around the street peering into windows. The cops had disregarded him as a suspect as they believed he was schizophrenic and not capable of murder. After Stephanie’s blood was found on his shirt the police launched a manhunt and made televised appeals to the public, but to no avail; the mysterious homeless man has never been captured, and Stephanie Crowe’s murder remains unsolved.
I asked the following question during the second Hugh/Bryan panel at RDC3 (To be fully transparent, it’s @bonearenaofmyskull‘s question)
ECDH: Hannibal insists that Will is a killer, that it’s his base nature, while Bedelia says that Will is capable of violence because he is compassionate (the sheepdog doesn’t savage the sheep vs he always wants to). Who do you think is right?
Hugh Dancy: I don’t think that Will is the killer that Hannibal believes or wants him to be. But I think that Bedelia is maybe letting him off the hook a little. He’s got the propensity for it, but that doesn’t mean that’s exclusively who he is. The answer to your question may not be a yes/no kind of a question.
Bryan Fuller: […]The compassion between Will and Hannibal is all based on the fact they understand each other. For Hannibal that’s such a rare gift, to be understood, and to see somebody and have them see him back. So I think with Hannibal there’s a lot of wanting Will to be the killer. When you’re in a kind of relationship with somebody and you project upon them things that you want them to be because you’re seeing them as a mirror to who you are. So I feel like, yes, Will is capable of murder because he will defend…whoever. So I feel like Bedelia is closer to being right than Hannibal. If it was Politifacts, I’d say she’s leaning towards true and Hannibal’s leaning towards a lie.
ECDH: […]I’ve found when people ask me questions about how I think Will thinks, the answer is usually not either or, but both.
‘YOU DON’T KNOW POTTER!’ shrieked Snape. ‘HE
DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT –’
‘That will do, Severus,’ said Dumbledore
quietly. ‘Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I
left the ward ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their
‘Of course not!’ said Madam Pomfrey,
bristling. ‘I’ve been with them ever since you left!’
‘Well, there you have it, Severus,’ said
Dumbledore calmly. ‘Unless you are suggesting that Harry and Hermione are able
to be in two places at once, I’m afraid I don’t see any point in troubling them
Snape stood there, seething, staring from
Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behaviour, to Dumbledore, whose
eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirled about, robes swishing
behind him, and stormed out of the ward.”
I love these two scenes, because here we really get to
see Severus, not Professor Snape. We see a young man with an unresolved trauma
from an attempt on his life, reacting understandably upset to eerily similar events,
at least as he perceived them then and perceives them now:
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, luring someone to their
death, a bloody end at the jaws of a werewolf in the Shrieking Shack, only this
time it isn’t Severus Snape who’s the victim, and James Potter who is pretend to be
This time it’s Harry Potter and his friends who are
the victims, and it’s Severus Snape who comes to saves them, finally proved right about
events all those years ago, finally the hero of the story.
Only for Dumbledore to once again side with the Marauders, despite all the apparent evidence of Lupin and Black’s guilt.
These scenes always sadden me so much, when Severus
into childishly shrieking “HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT -” – because he’s
is right, and he knows he’s right, and yet everyone is denying it, everyone keeps
denying the ‘obvious’ – denying Harry’s involvement (as a stand-in for James this time around) and denying Sirius’ and Remus’
guilt then and now*. It’s heart-breaking how much he needs Dumbledore to acknowledge him, yet he is denied of validation
(*Of course we readers/watchers know the truth, but Snape doesn’t, and he acts/feels in accordance with what he thinks he knows)
What I’d really like to know about Goro Akechi is how often he’s been using Loki on himself.
In his battle with the Phantom Thieves, he summons Loki to break the chains on his own heart and induce a psychotic state. This presumably makes it a lot easier for him to fight people that he admires on some level.
And what’s to say that was the first time? That Loki wasn’t actually created by Akechi for the purpose of putting himself in a mental state capable of murder?
That’s a much better reason to fuse Loki than wanting to randomly drive Shadows berserk. And it sure would explain a lot about how an earnest fifteen year-old nerd with a giant goofy super-hero Persona became comfortable with working as a psychic hitman. Akechi broke himself to be what Shido needed. Which doesn’t absolve him of anything, but does provide some pretty tragic context.
I can’t wait for Akechi’s inevitable return in spinoff media, the kid has so many problems.
For some unknown reason, being in this close proximity with Malfoy made Harry uncomfortable. He was already regretting he’d agreed to come to this dinner with Hermione and Parkinson and Malfoy just because Hermione was dating the Slytherin girl.
He wanted to escape.
Across the table, Malfoy was eyeing him with wariness, and seemed to be analyzing him or something. It unnerved Harry to no end. Then Harry finally decided that he had enough of it and snapped, “Just because I believe you’re not evil or capable of murder, it doesn’t mean I don’t still hate you.”
“That’s rude, Potter,” Parkinson narrowed her eyes at him, her voice threatening.
“Harry –” Hermione began.
However, Malfoy just shrugged slightly, ignored the girls, before extending his hand to Harry, “Well, I hate myself too. Welcome to the club.”