defending her is natural and easy

The Signs as Disney Princesses

Aries – Jasmine: Her fiery temper mixed with her brazen confidence makes for a passionate individual. She refuses to accept that her freedom isn’t her own and resists authority in any way possible. She’s the quintessential female Aries.

Taurus – Mulan: She is courageous and determined. She is as stubborn as they come and does what she feels is right for her country even when she exposed and chastised for being a woman. She is beyond devoted to her family and will protect them at all costs.

Gemini – Rapunzel is dreamy, an escapist, and moody. She is childlike, naïve, and is insatiably curious. She is spontaneous and is immediately ready for an adventure with a stranger when the opportunity presents itself. She loves excitement and makes friends easily.

Cancer – Belle: Belle is very intelligent and witty. She is independent and is criticized for being such. Although she remains an individual and values that about herself, she can’t help feeling like an outsider. She longs to meet someone who understands and accepts her like any true Cancer.

Leo – Aurora (Sleeping Beauty): Aurora is a hopeless romantic who is responsible and rebellious, playful and naïve. She has just the right amount of attitude and kindness to be a Leo.

Virgo – Elsa is one of the most composed princesses. She handles responsibility well and is extremely critical of herself. She can be cold and standoffish at times and does what she feels is expected of her even if it doesn’t make her happy. When she has the freedom to be herself, her caring nature and playfulness shines through.

Libra – Cinderella: Every Disney Princess is graceful in their own way. However, Cinderella’s gracefulness is most similar to the classic definition of the word. She is effortlessly elegant and charming.  

Scorpio – Merida: She is very headstrong and does not take to authority well. She has no problem disobeying the rules. She is cunning and smart and knows how to manipulate words and situations to make it seem as though she’s been slighted. She is revengeful, which eventually leads to her mother being turned into a bear. She isn’t great at apologizing or taking responsibility for her mistakes. However, she will never back down from a fight and she never gives up, which makes her an opponent to be feared and a friend to be thankful for.

Sagittarius – Pocahontas – One of the most beautiful characteristics of Pocahontas is her ability to accept people for who they are. She strives to understand all living things, and even when she can’t understand them, she still accepts them. In addition to this, she’s a strong woman who believes in equality. She is the perfect blend of bravery, playfulness, and curiosity.

Capricorn – Tiana: She is extremely ambitious and driven to have a successful career, yet she is still family-oriented as any true Capricorn is. She is intelligent and never accepts defeat; she simply finds another way, another means to achieve her goal. Her philosophy is hard work and persistence.

Aquarius – Ariel is probably the most individualistic of all the Disney Princesses. She likes to collect weird objects, is fascinated by the unknown so much that she falls in love with it, and refuses to succumb to societal norms. She is optimistic and sometimes even a little unrealistic, but she is naturally and unapologetically unique, which are undeniable Aquarian traits.  

Pisces – Snow White’s weapon choice is kindness. She not much a fighter, but her kindness attracts friends who fight and defend her on her behalf. She is a natural nurturer and is gentle yet strict with those she takes care of. She is a huge believer in goodwill, which is why she is an easy target for manipulation. Her loving heart and kindness makes her standout from the rest of the world.

anonymous asked:

Yeah I really just laugh at when people compare Aang temporarily losing Appa to Katara's mother being murdered and her experiencing it and living through it, you explained it best in your previous meta, and what shocks me even more is that people don't see the connection in Zuko and Katara both losing their mothers, like yeah Zuko's mom was alive in the end but Zuko didn't know that did he? His mom was probably dead for all he knew, and that's one of many things Zuko and Katara have in common.

You’re right, I guess Zuko and Katara do have a thing or two in common …

Katara: The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

Zuko: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

Iroh: Please, sit. Why don’t you enjoy a cup of calming jasmine tea?
Zuko: I don’t need any calming tea!

Aang: Okay, okay, you both need to calm down.
Katara Both?  I’m completely calm!

Katara: I know it’s meant to be this way. The world needs you now. You give people hope.

Iroh: Things will never return to normal. But the important thing is, the Avatar gives Zuko hope.

Zuko: Not that you would understand. You’re like my sister. Everything always…came easy to her. She’s a firebending prodigy – and everyone adores her.

Katara: Will you PLEASE shut your air hole! Believe it or not, your infinite wisdom gets a little old sometimes. Why don’t we just throw the scroll away since you’re so naturally gifted!

Zuko: You can’t sacrifice an entire division like that! Those soldiers love and defend our nation! How can you betray them? 

Katara: No. I will never, ever turn my back on people who need me!

Aang: I… I was just showing Katara a few moves. 
Master Pakku:
You have disrespected me, my teachings, and my entire culture.

Zuko: I won’t fight you. 
Fire Lord Ozai: You will learn respect, and suffering will be your teacher. 

Zuko: You rise with the moon.

Zuko: I rise with the sun.

Iroh: Prince Zuko, have you forgotten what happened last time you dueled a master?
Zuko: I will never forget. 

Sokka: Are you crazy, Katara? You’re not gonna win this fight!

Katara: I know! I don’t care!

Katara: Why don’t you try blocking my chi now circus freak!!

Zuko: ‘I’m so pretty, look at me. I can walk on my hands, whoo!’ Circus freak!

Zuko: She’s not my girlfriend!

Katara: I’m not his girlfriend!

Katara: Here’s your chance, earthbenders! Take it! Your fate is in your own hands!

Zuko: A hundred years of fighting has left the world scarred and divided. But with the Avatar’s help, we can get it back on the  right path, and begin a new era of love and peace.

Maybe.

Female characters with angry or distracted french s/o

// Alright no problem bab. Here they go. I find this one really funny. I sometimes speak english in my free time which makes my family so confused. I am worried I might have messed up so have a giphy.

Originally posted by goobermation


Widowmaker:

💋 She was just jealous over that one guy in bar. You started to talk to very nice. Too nice. Whats the big deal you say? It is a big deal. Amelie adores to have all of your attention only for herself and you probably flirted with them when she left. How can she be sure? How she is supposed to not be mad?

💋 There goes your quarrel.

💋 But when you said your arguments in french.

💋 Amelie freezes.

💋 First she is so suprised.

💋 And happy. Really happy.

💋 ,,Say it again chérie. Please.”

💋 You literally found Widowmaker’s only weakness. Speaking in french.

💋 Lets go. Thats it. Amelie will argue with you 24 hours per day if she can only hear your accent.

💋 When you talk in her national language it literally melts her heart. She feels so warm inside and thats a change. To be honest its an achivment you know her heart is slower and colder but you still managed to make her melt.

💋She loves that you understand french now she can flirt with you privately. No one around her knows french. Only you.

💋 You make her feel like she is back in France. Like home.

💋 Be prepared to hear from her a lot of compliments and sweet words in french. ( and maybe some dirty talking from time to time )

💋 ,, Je t'aime ma chérie. Je ne peux pas imaginer la vie sans vous. Vous m'a sauvé de la solitude.”

Translation: I love you my darling. I cannot imagine life without you. You saved me from loneliness.


Tracer:

🌈 You were doing some important reports for overwatch team. It really stressed you out. And then there goes your jumpy girlfriend. She really suprised you with back hug so you yelled  ,,Arrête cet amour, je fais quelque chose d'important!”

🌈 You have no idea how confused Lena was in that moment.

🌈 But then her eyes sparkled. Her mouth opens wide as she shouts maniacally.

,, Y/N. You. have. to. teach. me. your. language!”

,, But first calm down. I see your mad at me. Remember deep breathing. Inhale and exhale.”

🌈 She is really determinated to learn french but poor rainbow baby its a little hard for her.

🌈 ,,Y/N how do you spell cream blueere? Is that some kind of hand cream?”

🌈 You basically burst with laugh after her every approach of every single word. Dont worry she is okay with that. More than okay. Lena loves to see you brighter with laughter!

🌈 Whats intresting she learns faster the silly words likely Métro-boulot-dodo . She adores weird words like that.

🌈 She knows you use to speak your national language only when you are angry or distracted so when you shout angry french she is right here for you to cheer you up and kiss you in your cheek.

Translation: Métro-boulot-dodo. Métro refers to public transportation, boulot to the slang term for a job and dodo to baby talk for “sleep”. It means literally commute-job-sleep.


Sombra:

💻 Now let me tell you she knew for a long time that you are french after her little research she knew a lot of things about you. A lot of things.

💻  But when she was teasing you. You were so annoyed by her you couldnt resist it any longer. You screamed with fury ,, Arrêter avec cela. Qu'allez-vous sur?!”

💻 Sombra was so scared she didnt know what to do. So naturally she started to defend herself in spanish.

💻 Your quarrels look exactly like that. You say your arguments in french and she says her arguments in spanish. Its messed up

💻 Sombra secretly opens a translator in her phone so she can understand what you are saying its cheating so you did the same thing.

💻 You both came to the point where you somehow understands each other by easy words like ,,Je t'aime” or ,,Merci”.

💻 It leads you to learning each others language. Sombra is a fast learner so she talks almost as good as you in french. Almost.

💻 Sombra offers you a trip to your country but only in one condition. You have to say ,, i love you” in spanish.

Translation: ,,Arrêter avec cela. Qu'allez-vous sur?” means ,,Stop with that. What are you up to?”. ,,Je t'aime” means I love you.  ,,Merci” means thank you.

Voltron Legendary Defender: Allura [ENTJ]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING by greatfay

Extroverted Thinking (Te): Allura is a strategist and natural logician, and has no patience for what she perceives as poor organizing or laziness in others. She is also comfortable taking command, and acts as the Paladins’ field operator during missions. She chastises the Paladins for slacking in their training, failing to form Voltron, and does not go easy on them for a moment. She is very specific in her instructions to others and can be relentless and pushy.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Allura is always focused on the bigger picture. Combined with Te, she is fine with making the hard choices to keep the Paladins safe and continue their quest to defeat Zarkon, even if it means making sacrifices. She is also apt at connecting abstract ideas, such as how interwoven the universe is, and how this relates to her powers to activate the castle’s crystal, as well as her connection to the Balmera.

Extroverted Sensing (Se): Allura is confident in her foresight and her strategies, and will jump headfirst into a problem with little to no warning to her team; she isn’t one to question her own ideas once she’s stuck with it, going as far as shooting herself into outer space to test her theory that the Galra are tracking her energy—a trait she and Keith share. Paired with her Ni, this makes Allura a calculated risk-taker; she advised her father to fight Voltron instead of hiding the lions, and is willing to risk her life to activate the teludav, if it only grants them a moment’s opening to take down Zarkon.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Some of Allura’s decisions are ethically questionable, showing inferior Fi. While her ultimate goal is to free the universe from the Golra Empire, she doesn’t place too much value on a single planet or system, seeing each win and loss as tallies against the Galra. Her prejudice against the Galra causes her to turn her back on Keith when his heritage is revealed, even after spending two seasons as comrades-in-arms. She is ultimately able to push through her conflicting moral codes—absolute hatred for Galra and the carnage they’ve sowed, and her loyalty and affection for her team—and embraces Keith, apologizing for freezing him out.

Note to Mods: despite appearances, Voltron: Legendary Defender is most certainly not an anime, but an American production, from the creators of Nickelodeon’s Legend of Korra and Cartoon Network’s Young Justice.

Wrt to Hazoret being the god left to guide Amonkhet through its rebirth: Because Magic is a game centered largely around combat I think it’s very easy to see Red as the color that impulsively blows stuff up. And that’s not wrong exactly, but that’s not the only facet of Red’s existence. Red is love and lust and passion. Red is the best friend that fiercely protects you from bullies. Red laughs the loudest and cries the hardest. I think because its nature is inherently tied to chaos it’s easy for people who don’t think Red to write Red off as fickle or flat, but Red is a color capable of loyalty and complexity. And at the end of the day I personally think Hazoret is up to the task of defending her children as they finally make their plane their own.

Peanut Gallery

Rosalie Hale imagine requested by anon. “Could you do a imagine. Where the reader is a shapeshifter who imprints on Rosalie. They try to stay away from the cullens because they are scared of what Rosalie’s and the pack’s reaction would be. Eventually somebody confronts the reader about it.” Hope you like it!

This was one of the many reasons why sharing a collective mind with a bunch of biased teenage boys made your blood boil. It wasn’t that they wouldn’t understand (though that was about as likely as rain in northern Washington), it was more so out of protective instinct that the intermingling of thought must be prevented. Swearing-off phasing was easier said than done; your anger had to be controlled on an almost obscene level; driving, of course, was an impossibility. You were suddenly very gung-ho and namaste about every minor infraction that would usually drive the fur through your flesh and the fangs from your jaw. Of course, it didn’t help that Paul fuckin’ Lahote was taking advantage of your newfound inner peace; if he so much as crunched another chip in your vicinity, no amount of unconditional love for the object of your affection would be able to contain the pent-up rage that man elicited. On the bright side, the nature-bent force that drew you into this situation did help in your quest to remain unconnected to the pack’s mind: your heartstrings strummed only for her, only for her… the tune, the very melody she stroked from your soul made the ordeal simpler, somehow. You had someone to protect. This was not a new scenario for you.

You would cope as long as Sam allowed; no amount of resolve could counter an Alpha’s thundering command, regardless of foundation. Well, there was one instance you believe you’d be able to resist, but luckily for you, the events you feared would never come to be: Sam’s absolute control could not battle absolute tribal law. He would have to shove his God-complex for the time being, and you would remain human until you were forced to change. Even if Sam drew the line in the sand, you’d always have Jacob’s pack to fall back on. At least they were determined to defend the… the… God, why’d it have to be her? Anyone else would have been less complicated. They could have been an infant, they could have been halfway across the world. Hell, it could have been a member of the pack and your world would flow somewhat seamlessly. Now that your mind was tied to theirs, and your heart to hers, you felt as though you were plucking at strings, unraveling the natural order of your world. If it had been Claire, that much was understandable. Quil had it easy. All he had to do was wait a few years and waltz along his merry way, half-mad in love with his imprint. Sam was on cloud nine. The love of his life was set to become his wife. Paul and Rachel, Jared and Kim, they were all walking through parks, blissed-out entirely. No, but you couldn’t have it easy. You had to imprint on the enemy. You had to defy nature more than you already did (because exploding into an enormous, fever-blooded wolf was about as far from natural as you dared to explore) and imprint on, out of every bloodsucker in the area, the woman who likely loathed us the most.

It had to be Rosalie Hale.

Not only was she rumoured to be the single most heart-wrenchingly beautiful creature to ever grace the wretched town of Forks with her presence, she happened to guzzle elk blood every week or so to sustain her festering immortality. It was about as unnatural as it could get, but lo and behold, here you were to complicate things even further. It wasn’t supposed to happen. You were on your side of the line, she was on hers. All it took was a split second, and she had you molded to the diamond-hard inside of her palm. You could only be thankful that you were the only one phased at that moment; every once and a while, you took advantage of your frozen female body and claimed menstruation was rendering education pointless. If you hadn’t been faking agonizing cramps, you would have never been so far from La Push… at the same time, if you had remained in school with Embry, Jake, and Quil, you would have likely stumbled upon Rosalie while connected to the pack’s mind. You weren’t ready for that firestorm. You were hardly ready to imprint, and yet fate threw you to the sharks, just as it had with your first violent shift from bipedal member of society to lumbering shadow in the forest. You couldn’t phase, couldn’t venture too far from the reservation without fearing her striking face popping into view, either through your mind’s eye or from her proximity, the mere thought of which sent ghostly shivers down your spine. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw in the woods. The blood covered her lips like gloss, her eyes were blown with vibrant butterscotch and thirst, her teeth were gleaming with crimson… and yet she was beautiful. It wasn’t in her claw-like fingers, nor was it in her defensive stance. It was in her soul, glowing like a dying ember within her chest, projecting an uncharacteristic warmth in your direction. It was in the glimmer her eyes held, it was in the sunlight adorning her golden hair. Your world froze in that moment. You disregarded the carcass at her feet, the blood coating her mouth. You saw only her. Thank God your facial features differed when you were a wolf; she would’ve seen right through you.

Before you ran, you’d heard her murmur something to whoever was with her at the time, a face you never saw (so blinded by her glory as you had been), a scent overpowered by her own. Something about the way you smelled, actually. It wasn’t malicious, as you had expected, but her words reverberated around your skull as loudly as if she’d insulted you: “That one doesn’t smell quite so horrible, does it?” How simple, how unassuming it was. You didn’t reek to her, just as she didn’t reek to you. The burn was still there, of course, like sticking your face in a snowbank and pumping propane gas through what breathable air you found within. It was just… different. You’d smelled Edward, of course, but you hadn’t been around long enough to have caught sight of Rosalie. What little you knew of a vampire’s scent was potent enough to cause your face to wrinkle, your fingers to clamp your nostrils closed. Even then, you could taste it like the fumes of frozen vomit in the air. But Rosalie smelled… as much as you hated to admit it, she smelled good. Incredible, actually. Mouthwatering was an appropriate word. She was lilacs and honey and something like cherries but too nippy to fit the fruit. She was the slow burn of white wine and the exhilarating scent of wind through a well-tended garden, morphing the aromas of two distinctly different flowers until they were one. It was appalling to think that your genetic coding had let this one slip through without the same effect. You were designed to kill the likes of her, but now… now, that was out of the question. It wasn’t even spoken, wasn’t even thought of. Rosalie was everything. You would die for her. Damn your instincts. Damn your wolfy instincts straight to Hell.

“What about your instincts?” You head spun to face the intruder standing in the doorway of your bedroom, his hands tucked inside the pockets of his cut denim, his bronze chest radiating heat even you could feel. Seth’s eyebrows perked, his lips poised in a humour-filled smirk. Damn it, Jacob must have sent him back. You had no idea he was running with Sam again. These are the kind of thing you pick up on when you phase regularly. You, on the oother hand, had effectively cut communication out of your life. You stumbled for ground, for words, for an explanation, but you came up dry. You had no idea you’d been so far immersed in your thoughts that you’d let slip a few key phrases into your speech. Seth propelled himself away from the wall, chuckling to himself. “Sam sent me to check on you. You missed last night’s border patrol. He’s pissed, Y/n.” You ducked your eyes, feeling the warmth of your blood in your cheeks slow-cook your skin.. Actually, given your temperature, that was a very real possibility. This whole imprinting ordeal was bad for your health. “He’s outside now, Y/n. Being pissed.” Seth, seeing you had no intention of moving from atop your bedspread, leaned closer to your face, his eyes wide. “Hello, Y/n? Sam’s literally outside your house, and he’s pissed. I haven’t seen him this irritated since Jake bolted. Hands shaking and everything. You’ve got to get out there, man.” You sighed, lowering your face into your hands, feeling your cheeks glow in the darkness your palms provided. When you spoke, your voice was muffled by your skin.

“I can’t go, Seth,” you admitted. The young wolf began to negotiate, the severity of his father figure’s command plain and clear in his eyes, but you weren’t going to let him raise enough Hell to bring Sam barging in. You tore your hands from your face, locking him in your sights. “God, Seth, I literally can’t go!” Seth raised his hands in warning, his eyes glued to your own. You hadn’t realized how much you were trembling, how your fingers had balled into fists. The poor kid thought you were going to tear him apart. You calmed your breathing, watching the seismic shaking of your hands slow to a minimal vibration your stress levels wouldn’t allow to fade. You inhaled slowly, preparing yourself for whatever mud-and-sticks explanation you could supply. “Look, Seth, I can’t phase right now. I’m dealing with… girl stuff.” Seth scoffed, rolling his eyes in frustration.

“C’mon, Y/n, Leah tried pulling that on me months ago. Wolves don’t do… that sort of thing, anymore. Were you not in Leah’s head when she first phased? Were we not in yours? Cut the crap,” his tone wasn’t threatening, merely truthful. You’d hoped the thought of girl trouble would be enough to frighten him off. There would be no way out of this. You’d have to give him some botched rendition of the truth to send him on his way.

“Okay, that’s the thing. I can’t… have you in my head, not now. Something happened, and I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want you knowing, I don’t want Jared or Paul giving me shit, I don’t need Sam locking me down. I just want my thoughts to be mine. Can’t you tell Sam that I need my space? I’m sure he gets it. I mean, he let you run off with Jake. When the Hell did you get back?” Seth tilted his head, grinning.

“Yesterday. The Cullen’s have things under control with Nessie. She’s absolutely incredible. When Jacob isn’t with her, it’s Alice, or it’s Esme, or it’s Rosalie-” You flinched visibly at the sound of her name, wings fluttering against your rib cage. Seth paused, his eyes dissecting your every move. “Y/n, what happened? Why can’t you phase?”

God, you were really trapped now.

“Seth, I…” your throat closed up, worse than when Sam placed you under the gag order, worse than when you had to try to explain your absences to your mother, worse than when your friends confronted you about your lack of communication. Fortunately (and unfortunately), Seth was perceptive enough to understand your anguish, his eyes widening in shock.

“No way,” he breathed, backing up a few steps, his hands on the sides of his face, fingertips running through his shorn hair. “No way, no way! Holy… Y/n, did you imprint on someone?” You closed your eyes, your face sinking into your hands. Seth crowed, laughing noiselessly, more exhales than chuckles, really, his hands falling limply to his sides. “You imprinted, you totally imprinted! Who is it? Who’s the guy?” You clenched your jaw, staring up into his eager eyes with a tad more irritation than you intended. He backpedaled. “Or girl, you know, that’s cool with me. Well… come on, who is it?” You shook your head with slow, heavy acceptance. You’d have to face the pack sooner or later. It may even protect her in the future. They couldn’t touch her as long as they knew. Even the pro’s of imprinting sounded like cons when you were faced with imagining Sam’s reaction.

“It’s Rosalie Hale,” you sighed, wincing internally as you spoke her name. Like claws through your heart, it was. Seth guffawed, a sound more shocked than amused, his eyes popping out of his skull. His mouth remained open, wordless, his hands running once more through his hair. We flinched together when the the screen of my front door slammed shut, followed by Sam’s heavy footsteps. You cursed under your breath, wishing you hadn’t been graced with bionic hearing. Seth practically fell to the side as Sam stormed into the room, his lips a hardened, thin line. He jabbed a finger in your direction, cutting into you with his voice.

“You. Outside. Now.” You had to obey his command. You followed him onto your lawn, out of view of the rest of the town, so shrouded in wood as you were. You reluctantly phased, disregarding your clothing as you did so, your mind exploding with familiar, if unwanted, commentary, as scraps of cotton fluttered to the ground around you.

“Oh, she’s done it now,” came Jared’s voice, his paws padding against moss, his howling laughter echoing through the forest as he abandoned his prey.

“Way to go, Y/n!” Embry barked, his smirk visible even in his thoughts.

“Yeah, welcome to the club, kid.” Quil was always the team player.

“At least now we know it isn’t about producing offspring,” followed Colin’s quip, his smaller limbs pushing past his limits to find the rest of the pack. From Seth, only one phrase.

“I knew this would happen, I knew this would happen, I knew this would happen!”

Wonder Woman movie review

This is overdue.

Wonder Woman, the most iconic female superhero in fiction, should’ve had a movie long before 2017. She’s a larger than life icon with a rich mythos to back her up that could’ve made a strong film at any point in time. I’ve seen rumors about a Wonder Woman movie being “in-development” for as long as I’ve been following movie news with various filmmakers and actors attached at different points in time. Now, director Patty Jenkins brings the Princess of Themyscira to the big screen in a title-feature for the first time and she has delivered a solidly-structured origin movie for one of the greatest superheroes ever.

[Full review under the cut]

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first impression

A/N: for @drinkyourjuicerodriguez as part of my 3k follower giveaway: the first time Kaidan and Shepard sparred on the Normandy, and they tailor their fighting style based on their first impression of the other. Enjoy! :D

When Kaidan reached the makeshift gym in the shuttle bay, he realized that it was already occupied. There were a couple of people he was completely fine sharing the gym with. Ashley was probably his top pick, because they could make fun of one another and challenge one another. She won more times than he cared to admit. Garrus and Wrex were okay too, but their workouts were mostly just punching things, or trying to wrestle one another. And for that, they certainly didn’t need a designated space. Tali and Liara were down here so infrequently that he didn’t really have a way to judge.

But Shepard… Shepard being down here was a little nerve wracking. It had happened maybe once before, but Ashley had been there. Ashley was always the best to break the ice and get casual conversation going. Of course, Kaidan could talk to her, and it was fine, but being alone with her… was a little scary. At least with Shepard, he knew she’d kick his ass.

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Bellarke - 3x11: Apology and Forgiveness

All right, here goes nothing.

This is LONG you guys. I’ve tried to keep it coherent, but my thoughts just keep jumping all over the place. I actually wrote this up WHILE rewatching so…yeah…IT’S A MESS.

Plus…I’m so tired that I haven’t even checked it through. APOLOGIES FOR TYPOS.

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anonymous asked:

How do you feel about Hinoka's character so far?

Thank you for your patience, lovely Anon!

So Hinoka is someone that isn’t brought up a lot in the fandom (when you are against the dragon queen camilla, i’m not surprised >-<), which I’m sad about because she is a pretty interesting character with an important role in the Hoshido family. To make the long story short, her entire character summary can be summed up in a line from her Hinata support: “I was born as Hoshido’s First Princess… And so, as a child, to support Ryouma-niisama, and protect Kamui and the younger siblings, I naturally pursued strength.”

BUT if it was that simple, well… I wouldn’t be writing this mini analysis would I?

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Redgrave Appreciation Society

I LOVE me some Bernie Wolfe and because I have time and I’m feeling particularly gay this evening, I thought I’d list the many ways in which Jemma has completely blown me away with her portrayal of the tough macho army medic, with a heart of gold and the most simpering brown eyes the wards have ever seen <3 Her masterful handle on her character is by no means underappreciated- just look at her fan base- but I wanted to write some things down that have particularly resonated and impressed me…..

                                  EXCESSIVE FANGIRLING BELOW.

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PALUTENA’S GUIDANCE: LEE SQUIDLY

“Lady Palutena, what am I fighting here? Is this a kid or a squid?”


“Both, that’s Lee Squidly, an Inkling from Inkopolis.”

“Lucky him, he won a contest to be here out of over a million entrants.”

“Really? Him? But he looks so– scared, and fidgety.”

“Don’t underestimate him Pit, Inklings are naturally fierce and territorial, they’ll defend their turf until the bitter end.”

“I don’t know, I’m still not buying it.”

“Well whatever you do don’t let him get a Smash Ball, otherwise you’ll have to answer to his mom, Janine.”

“Whoa, his mom?”

“She’s a real tough customer, one of the best to ever play Turf Wars, they called her The Freshest Inkling of the Decade.”

“Wow”

“Can I fight her instead, she sounds way more fun!”

“You probably don’t want to, besides she wants her son to be strong and brave so do him a favor and don’t go easy on him, okay?”

“You don’t have to worry about that Lady Palutena!”

servantofclio  asked:

Rhyssa/Fenris, Seahorse (surprisingly domestic)

Fenris’ head is bowed when Hawke enters his room, so he does not see her expression when she first lays eyes on him, but he feels the warmth of her smile, bright as a candle in a dark room. 

“Am I interrupting?” she asks, setting her pack down beside her feet. “I can come back another –” 

“No,” he says, too quickly. Three weeks have passed since they were able to meet like this, and Fenris has felt every day of her absence. He has not yearned, but his thoughts have lingered on Hawke and her smiles far too often for his liking. To appear eager for her presence – 

Why lie? You are eager, and no doubt she already knows it, he thinks, distracted from his work long enough to jab himself in the finger with his needle. The pain passes quickly, but he sucks in a quick breath nonetheless. It is so fierce, that pain, for something so small. 

An apt metaphor

“Oh, I hate it when that happens,” Hawke says. Sure of her welcome, she drops to her knees beside him, and the next breath Fenris takes is all Hawke: lemon and sugar, herbs, and the not-unpleasant smell of her sweat. When he looks up, there is dust smudged on her cheeks and chin, and grimed into the lines of her hands. She follows his gaze, and smiles. 

“I haven’t even stopped back at home,” she says, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ears. She draws a square of linen from a pocket, wets it in his washing-basin, and sets to cleaning her hands. “Well, I walked past, and heard Gamlen giving out to Carver about something, so I just kept on walking. Hope you don’t mind me invading.” 

Fenris shakes his head. Blood wells out of the tiny puncture left by the needle, dark as garnets in firelight. “You know you’re welcome here, Hawke,” he says, staring hard at the rip in his shirt. “I apologize for being preoccupied.” 

“Oh, please don’t.” Hands clean, she stretches out her legs, sighing, and cracks her neck. “I’ve no right to complain, not when you’re kind enough to let me hide out here.” 

“No familial urge to defend your brother?” he asks, unable to keep his mouth from turning up at the corners. It is so easy to be happy around Hawke; she carries her good nature with her everywhere she goes. 

Hawke snorts. “You’ve heard me argue with Carver, he’ll be fine on his own. I’ll stop off at Old Harlan’s on my way home, get him some of that atrocious caramel he loves so much to make up for it.” 

“A wise plan.” Fenris narrows his eyes at the rip. He mends well enough, but that does not mean he likes the chore. If he had the coin to spare, he would have bought a new shirt by now, or at least one newer than the one spread over his lap. 

Don’t lie. You could afford one, you just can’t bear to part with the coin. He blows out a breath through his teeth as the thread slips out of the needle’s eye. You don’t know when you’ll need it

“Fenris?” says Hawke, her voice light. “I don’t mean to presume, but I’m a fair hand at mending. I could give it a try.” 

The thread nearly goes through the eye, then splits and frays at the last moment. With a hiss, Fenris dumps the pile into her lap, then hands her the needle. “Have at it. I’m tired of squinting at it.” 

She bursts out laughing, searching through the cloth for the free thread. “I can only imagine. Give me a moment.” She folds and pinches the thread between her thumb and forefinger, then slips the loop through the eye without any trouble. Then, she looks up, smiling brilliantly, and winks.

Fenris glares back. 

“Oh, fine, have it your way.” She bends her head over his shirt, the needle flashing in the firelight as she works a line of stitches so fine he cannot see them. 

Against his will, Fenris is impressed. “I never thought –” he begins, before he thinks better of it. 

“That I could handle a needle and thread?” Hawke gives him a cool look, her fingers never pausing. “Well, see if I ever mend your laundry again.” 

“I didn’t mean –” 

“Oh, don’t worry, Fenris. I’m only teasing.” She knots the thread, bites it off, and hands his shirt back. “Mother always said we should know a few domestic skills,” she adds, leaning back on her hands. “Bethany turned out to be quite the cook, and since Carver was occupied with, you know, lifting cattle single-handedly, the mending was left to me. You should see my sock darns. True masterpieces.” 

Fenris turns the shirt over, runs the tip of his finger over the seam. He can barely feel it or see it, though the mend rests along the collar. “This is well done,” he says. “Thank you.” 

Hawke leans into him, briefly. “Anytime. My skills are at your service.” 

The touch – the bare skin of her shoulder meeting his own – sends a hot prickle through his markings. It passes, almost as quickly as the pain from the needle, but when she leans away, he finds he almost misses it. 

“So,” he says, to cover for the warmth in his cheeks, “tell me of your latest adventure. To the Coast, was it?” 

Hawke nods as she hooks her foot through the strap of her pack and drags it over. “It was,” she says, “and you’ll never believe what we found there.” 

The moment passes, and Fenris soon forgets it – but he remembers the next morning when he dresses, and cannot help thinking of Hawke’s hands, Hawke’s fingers. 

anonymous asked:

I've been slowly falling in love with your headcanons. They're cute but also well thought out and in character. So, since you've been dragging me onto the Jasico train (along with Minuiko) I was wondering just what it is about Jason and Nico you love so much and why you love pairing them together ^^ stay awesome!

gahsfajskfl thank you anon :’>

i was a huge percico shipper before HoH and i remember coming out of it shipping jasico and not understanding why when i suddenly had canon backing for percico and everything (i even flailed my confusion at the time to tumblr) but looking at my own recent ramblings and whatnot i guess i’d just kind of unconsciously been frustrated with some aspects of percico – percy’s obliviousness and lack of initiative and how his just generally being a dumb boy clashed pretty intensely with nico’s natural prickliness, and how all that made the pairing something very difficult for me to enjoy reading. like, i liked it, and i still do when plotted out well, but the fact that it takes so much work to get around all their issues and bring them together made it kind of a chore to ship

whereas jasico just kind of feels very easy in comparison, and i think that’s why i fell into it so easily without thinking about it. there are a lot less obstacles in the way of their relationship – what with jason’s natural loyalty and protectiveness towards people he thinks deserve it (see how he immediately defends piper in the very beginning of TLH when some girls are making racist remarks, despite having literally just met her), the only thing really required to spark any kind of relationship (here meaning friendship, romance, whatever) is something to get them talking, and canon so nicely provided that with the whole cupid situation.

their personalities mesh so much better, they have a ton in common when you actually think about it (children of the big three, amnesia, big sisters that left to join the hunters, etc), and jason was just so immediately supportive of nico once shit came out and after eight books of nico essentially functioning as a walking plot device that everyone pretty much forgot about when he wasn’t delivering exposition or helping percy out, it was just kind of heartwarming to have someone actively looking after him

(and i adore hazel and her relationship with nico, but she seems more inclined to back off when nico’s uncomfortable with things, which is considerate in a way but he does really need someone to actually chase after him about these things and help him work through it, which jason seems very prepared to do while still being tactful enough to know when he actually does need to back off)

also just like, nico’s whole crush on percy is based on apparently having a thing for heroic types and a large amount of jason’s conflict seems based in being regarded as a hero and leader and whatnot just because of who his dad is and struggling to live up to all that. and i just enjoy the idea of nico, now older and beyond the childish hero worship, seeing past that (because he obviously gets that there’s nothing that special about just being a kid of the big three) and recognizing jason as being a hero just because of how he is and not because of his parent and everything everyone expects of him.

i’m rambling again and this is definitely not as eloquent or cohesive as some people could put it but whatever, it’s 4:30 in the morning.

[ delxsive ]

Good God,  how did she get here ? It hadn’t been the best sight to stumble onto after  
after  a  day  that dragged on,  not that walking the streets alone at night is exactly the
safest thing for Ivy to be doing either. It doesn’t matter, because even before she sees
with  her  eyes  Ivy  knows that voice,  she hears the panic instilled deep in a wavering
tone  and as she glimpses brunette hair between a group of three scumbag wannabes
that  surely don’t actually know how to aim a pistol at a far range,  it’s evident that she
will  tear  anyone to  shreds that gets in the way of Alana’s safety.  Those dark brown
hues  are  sure  to  flash red,   because if they want to dabble in the nightlife – Ivy can
definitely  show them how to play. Top lip curls into a snarl, and that usually inaudible
tone turns to one she wouldn’t recognize.

                               “HEY – ”          

Ivy is protective,  that usual shy composure shreds away like snakeskin. It’s obvious the
moment  the  silver of a pocket blade meets the sun kissed skin of one male’s neck,  the
loudest  
–  she  decided  in  a  matter  of  seconds that he calls the shots,  his head now
tugged  back  by  what  she  can  grasp  of scraggly dark hair. There’s still a toned down
air  to  a  usually vicious composure – no claws,  not yet ; they’re just stupid, she already
knows it.  Who  are the police to believe anyway  ? A young promising scholar, previous
victim,
a tiny bashful brunette – or this cretin ?  

                   “If you two don’t leave now, I will slit his throat.”

Since when is she that lenient ?  Ivy isn’t one for exceptions.  That look of vacant hardness
creeps  over  a  porcelain  yet  enraged expression, the one surely settled over her features
the night the pair of them had met. Although the first words Alana had spoken successfully
softened  the stone veneer that was once a constant.  It dawns on Ivy then,  that Alana has
yet to see it,  nevertheless,  she has now. There’s no doubt here  ;  Ivy Grimes may be tiny,
but anyone listening won’t have a doubt in their mind – she’ll do it, no problem.

               “And then  this reality will become very, very real for the lot of you. So I’m
               going to play nice, and let you other two morons leave, but the rest of us
               are gonna talk–”

                           Monster, savior – what is she even to identify as at a time like this ?

He is unsurprised about the nature of this endeavor. Irate about it, even, the uselessly irritating inconvenience. Give me your purse, says the one, and he watches him with a patient and very apparent fear that is synthetic and better suits the face he knows he is forcibly attached to. Doctor Bloom affects victimhood with such sincerity that sometimes it is easy to forget she was a young wolf, is yet still an old lioness. 

And now there is a young woman making a decision to defend her. Oh, no, wait, he’s familiar with her. They haven’t met, not formally, but he’s sat within a headspace, he’s still known, and he hasn’t intruded. He’s been behaved, polite– exhaustively exasperated. Shes’s fumbling affections with someone, how like her.

So he does the smartest thing he can think of in that moment. Blue eyes flash wide and boot-clad feet click a step back. Alana Bloom in her colorful floral skirt, her charming, white blouse, that little black-and-white cardigan of hers. There’s a harpy blade in the pocket. His thumb runs patiently along its hilt just a moment.

“I’m not really sure if conversation is my strong point…?” 

The voice is high and tinny toward the end– he adapts the proper motions of her own mouth to avoid the thickness of his Lithuanian dialect, the precise curves of his speech. He fakes her and the worst part is, he does it well. 

He can feign the frantic heartbeat. The troubled fear. The genuine terror. He can feign those easy. Pupils dilate. The jumpy way she often clenches, unclenches her fists. 

He watches. 

Shoot. Shoot shoot shoot. She hated school…well…not the school itself, she was excellent academically, but the students, her classmates, her peers for crying out loud, were a different story completely. Her timid nature, her inability to fight back or defend herself made her an extremely easy target for her more…mean spirited classmates. 

She ran out of the school, school wasn’t even over, but she couldn’t stay in there another minute! Not with how pathetic she looked, crying and clutching her school supplies to her chest as she hurried home. She hated school and she hated her classmates and she hated her–”O-ow!” She exclaimed, before she could finish her thought she’d actually run into someone. Her supplies and herself fell to the ground. “I’m s-sorry–” She stammered, the words out of her mouth before she’d even looked up to see who she’d run into. “I apologize profusely! Are you o-okay? Did I harm you?” She was still on the ground, but she was asking them if they were okay. 

@soulcrux