despite having to make 2 of them black and white i still like it

Public School Is A Goddamn Disater, Part 2: The Lovecraftian Madness of Machismo

Part 1 here, AKA: the Mantisocalypse (you don;t have to read it to understand this one, but you should anyway)

Content Warnings: Mental Illness, Attempted Murder, Sexual Content, Stalking, Abuse, Animal Abuse Mention, Emetophobia, US Public Education, Military Industrial Complex.  I’ve been told this is my most disturbing story, even if it’s hilarious, so mind your health.  All the names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent and Not-So-Innocent.

This is the story of Recruiting Sergeant Scott VS. The Lacrosse Jocks VS. Yours truly.

To understand this story, you must understand the dystopian hellscape that is US Public High School- I went to the NICE high school in town, with the AP curriculum and new building, where the the kids were generally too obsessed with getting into the ivy league to do anything worse than occasionally smoke on the roof.  Not even weed, just regular cigs.  During their off-periods, so they’d have time to febreeze their clothes and arrive to their next class early.  You know, the most boring fucking kids ever.

AND STILL, we were subjected to the various scourges of US public ed, namely-

-on-campus police officers and regular “what to do in case of a columbine event” drill.  We had Officer Munoz, who was a wonderful Latina Woman with the good sense to focus her efforts on getting kids away from abusive parents rather than persecuting brown kids, but we were VERY lucky on that front.  Still, having someone walking around with a gun and technically the authority to kill you, and having to hide in the science cabinets three times a year fucks you up.  Remember Officer Munoz though, She is Important.

- A weird, cult-like, frankly masturbatory attitude regarding athletic achievement.  The arts and sciences were stuck doing bake sales for supplies while the gym got re-done two years after the school opened.  This was tempered in an odd way at my school in that literally all the sports teams unequivocally sucked, with the exception of 

1.Marching Band, which went to nationals twice in the first two years the school was open 

2.Knowledge Bowl, where kevin and I took the team to 3rd in state in our first year, and only lost because Kevin had an asthma attack so we decided to let the other teams fight over the ‘lesser’ medals 

3.Lacrosse, which didn’t actually didn’t GO anywhere, but was a “real” sport and beat our ‘rival’ school, so the team got to be Big Men On Campus, and get away with all kinds of nonsense like eating in class when everyone else was forbidden or skipping tests for ‘practice’.  The three worst offenders were Dustin, Jack and “Rattlesnake Pete”, all of whom were budding neo-nazis and thus signed up for German.  With our Jewish teacher.  Remember them too.

-On-campus military recruiters.  As in, people who are legally allowed to exaggerate, manipulate and actually lie to minors to convince them to join the armed forces.  Ours was Sergeant Scott, and as much of a skeevy rat as he was I honestly felt bad for him, because remember, academic magnet high school so he had three kinds of kids to work with:

  • Kids who made the physical standards for the armed forces and were all about honoring their country via physical labor, but were dumb as shit and couldn’t pass the written exam.
  • Kids who could pass the written exam and were totally ready to bully some people in the third world, but couldn’t do a pull up if you covered the gym floor in cobras.
  • Kids who passed the physical and mental portions but were uniformly rabidly anti-military industrial complex, to the point where 35 of them crammed into his cubicle in the office he shared with Officer Munoz and Janitor Wendy, so they could hold a sit-in protest of the Iraq war and chant “Impeach Bush” and “War is Murder” at him  Someone chucked red paint on him, because they’re furious immature teenagers.  It was his first day.

Poor bastard.  Remember Him as well.

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Some thoughts I’ve been mulling over for a while...

SJM Haters: “No diversity!” *Shoving aside canonically black High Lords Tarquin and the bisexual Helion, Thesan, Nesryn, all of the Southern Continent, etc*

SJM Haters: “Everyone is white!” *Punching the non-white Illyrian races, not to mention about 90% of the Summer Court*

SJM Haters: “They’re all heterosexual!” *Throws Thesan, Mor, Aedion, the Blackbeak Matron, Thea and Kaya off of a cliff* (Actually, feel free to throw the Matron off a cliff lmao)

SJM Haters: “Rowan is abusive” *blatantly ignores the fact that Rowan was literally tied to a queen who forced him to do terrible things, and he still found it in himself to love Aelin unconditionally*

SJM Haters: “She doesn’t tackle any important issues!” *Stepping on Rhysand’s history of sexual abuse, not to mention Lysandra’s history of sexual abuse, oh and also Aedion, whose nickname was literally ‘Adarlan’s Whore,’ and the slave trade, and the treatment of ‘lesser faeries’ in comparison to ‘High Fae.’*

I’m not trying to say that the ACOTAR/TOG books aren’t without their flaws. Every book, every movie, every song, every piece of artwork that has ever been created has a flaw in some way. Often, there are multiple flaws. It is okay to acknowledge these flaws. It is okay to even criticize them. What is not okay is discrediting the immense amount of work that SJM puts into these books. She released two (2) fantasy novels longer than 200,000 words in a single year. I don’t pretend to know everything that goes on at Bloomsbury Publishing, but I honestly believe that she did that for her fans. She started writing Throne of Glass when she was 16; she got it published 11 years later. Books take time; lots of it. Ask George RR Martin, who also tackles the heavy genre of fantasy, but he’s been working on Winds of Winter for six years. Do you think SJM would have wanted to go over these books for another year or combed through them just one more time before she published them? Yeah, probably. Every author, writer, fanfiction writer, artist, or whomever, wants just a bit more time to add those final details, to keep chipping away (because let me tell you, even when it’s done, we don’t feel like it’s done). But you know what else? She’s probably damn proud of them, too. As well she should be. The amount of times I find myself laughing with these characters and crying and screeching, it says enough. 

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•the first Olympics Neil plays in Andrew didn’t make Court because of ~~attitude problems~~
•they make the final and it’s against Japan
•hearing the yelling of Japanese instructions across the court put Neil and Kevin on the back foot because they are immediately back in the nest in their heads
•they only snap out of it when Jeremy whacks them on the helmet like Andrew would have done
•after half time they get their shit together enough to be able to interject most of Japan’s plays since they can understand what the instructions are
•it comes down to 13:13 in the last five minutes
•Josten the little shit has so enraged his defender by this point that he makes such stupid mistakes Neil may as well not have a defender
•queue the perfect assist to the perfect final goal scored by Kevin in the last 2 minutes
•Kevin and Neil fall on each other and hug it out like the bros they are because this is what they have been working towards since they were 5 and they made it despite all the fuckers who tried to stop them
•Jeremy as captain tries to organise the team into something resembling a straight line to proceed to the ceremony
•as the team passes the stands Neil sees the foxes and immediately breaks formation,
Dragging Kevin with him
•the other team members ignore them, very used to these weird antics
•everyone made it
•Dan and Matt are sitting with their beautiful daughter between them, all three decked out in red white and blue with orange accessories, all stomping their feet
•matt may or may not be crying (but his baby boy just won the Olympics let him have this)
•Renee dyed her hair orange and dressed patriotically and is beaming at them
•Allison looks every bit the runway model but stooped far enough to attach a fox paw pin to her jacket
•Nicky and Erik are covered head to toe in sparkles and streamers and carrying huge We <3 Josten We <3 Day posters
•Aaron looks sullen sitting next to a beaming and very pregnant Katelyn
•his nod to the boys means more than he thinks
•Andrew
•Andrew is there and dressed in all black because he’ll be damned if the Olympics of all things makes him change
•Neil swears he can see a glimmer of pride in his eyes but before he can be sure he’s practically pulled over the bannister into hugs from his family
•it’s so much Neil has to stop and wait take it all in while everyone around him is happy
•happy for him
•the smile that covers his face is breathtaking
•this shouldn’t still be affecting you, Andrew thinks, because after all these years he can no longer convince himself that this is nothing
•hey junkie
•Neil’s total focus goes on Andrew and before he can say anything
•yes
•the small private and infinitely more genuine smile that covers Neil'a face still makes Andrew want to strike out even after all these years because this is so far from nothing
•the kiss isn’t particularly long or passionate (mainly because your boy Neil couldn’t stop smiling) but it only ends when Kevin yanks Neil away muttering about reputation
•the next morning Andrew and Neil are rudely awakened by a shriek of outrage
•YOU RUINED THE HEADLINES YOU FUCKERS
•suffice to say Kevin was not best pleased that the headline which should have read USA wins Olympic gold for Exy actually says
USA national team’s Neil Josten comes out with teammate Andrew Minyard at Olympic final
•back in the PR office the agents throw out weeks worth of documents planning the coming out

anonymous asked:

Do you think they're going to end up killing Shiro just like in the original?

I really don’t, and my answer has surprisingly little to do with how much I like Shiro and am rooting for him. I have a lot of thoughts on this so I’m going to break them into categories.

This turned into a monster of a post, but, hopefully that’ll help people sleep at night a little better?

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It’s incredible as to how many people are still obsessed with using identity politics despite it being so painfully obvious that it’s just a cruel game of one-upmanship, like so:

A: “I feel really crappy right now and I wish someone was here supporting me.”
B: “Yeah, A, but you haven’t been through abuse. I’m an abuse survivor. I could have your problems, but also have to deal with trauma. Your problems are therefore nothing compared to mine.”
C: “Yeah, B, but you’re not mentally ill. I’m a mentally ill man who’s an abuse survivor. I could have your problems, but also have to deal with ableism. Your problems are therefore nothing compared to mine.”
D: “Yeah, C, but you’re a man. I’m a mentally ill woman who’s an abuse survivor. I could have your problems, but also have to deal with misogyny. Your problems are therefore nothing compared to mine.”
E: “Yeah, D, but you’re cis. I’m a mentally ill trans woman who’s an abuse survivor. I could have your problems, but also have to deal with transphobia. Your problems therefore mean nothing compared to mine.”
F: “Yeah, E, but you’re white. I’m a black mentally ill trans woman who’s an abuse survivor. I could have your problems, but also have to deal with anti-black racism. Your problems therefore mean nothing compared to mine.”

So suddenly, A asking for a little support after having a bad day leaves him open to be mocked and abused. There’s no compassion for him. No care for him. No space for any kind of basic human kindness.

Even in the middle of the pack, D gets to be mocked and abused because her problems still aren’t “enough” for others to give any compassion or sympathy.

And because identity politics is like this, the extra labels in bold end up becoming what’s important. It’s not even the so-called “intersectionality” that ends up being important, despite the claims to the contrary. It’s the final, additional label that gets all the focus.

  • Having a bad day isn’t as important as surviving abuse.
  • Surviving abuse isn’t as important as ableism.
  • Ableism isn’t as important as misogyny.
  • Misogyny isn’t as important as transphobia.
  • Transphobia isn’t as important as racism.

What’s even more shocking is that whilst A in this scenario is currently feeling really down and needs support right that second, in every other scenario thanks to identity politics, they’re not focused on what’s currently happening. They dismiss A because of labels that could mean that terrible things have happened in the past, or that bigotry might happen again in the future. It’s torn between “Once I had it worse than you currently have it, so that means that your issues are worthless” and “Something could potentially happen to me in the future that I think will be worse than you currently have it, so that means that your issues are worthless.” 

And that’s horrific.

But that’s not all. It doesn’t even always come from those with different labels to A. Sometimes it comes from people who are just like A, but because B, C, D, E and F even exist, then those people use them to dismiss A anyway.

In any other scenario, this kind of thinking would clearly show how nasty, cruel and disgusting people like that are.

1: “I’m upset because my snake might be sick.”
2: “Yeah, 1, but my snake had a disease, so you being upset means nothing.”
3: “Yeah, 2, but my snake died, so you being upset means nothing.”
4: “Yeah, 3, but I had a hamster that died, so you being upset means nothing.”
5: “Yeah, 4, but I had a dog that died, so you being upset means nothing.”

Or like this:

Z: “I’m upset because my parent is sick.”
Y: “Yeah, Z, but my parent is in the hospital, so you being upset means nothing.”
X: “Yeah, Y, but my parent died, so you being upset means nothing.”
W: “Yeah, X, but I never knew my parent, so you being upset means nothing.”

Anyone is allowed to feel pain without feeling guilty.

Someone always has it better than you. And someone else always has it worse.

There isn’t a limit on how much compassion you can give. How much care you can offer. How much sympathy you can feel.

Caring about one issue doesn’t mean that you have to stop caring about another.

Everybody goes through their own issues. They appear because of personal circumstances, background, their families, their friends, their schools, their jobs, their environment. Nightmares. Worry. Stress. 

Sneering that someone else’s personal problems are “worse” when you see that someone is having a rough time doesn’t make you “woke,” it makes you a monster.

La Douleur Exquise Pt 1 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: demon summonings, lots of swearing, and a grumpy min yoongi (what’s new?)

genre: fluff, angst, humor, eventual smut (none in this chapter!)

words: 6.2K (FUCK!)

a/n: the preview got such good responses that I had to finish this right away! hope it stands up to your expectations! enjoy~ (pls ignore some grammatical mistakes; i still need to edit it a bit)

➵  part 1 (you’re here!) // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)


In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea trying to recreate an ancient demon-summoning circle in the middle of your living room. If anyone asked you what had possessed you to do so regardless, you’d point fingers at your history professor for assigning the task in the first place. Although, you might concede that he didn’t technically ask you to assemble the summoning circle; all you were assigned to do was do some research about ancient summoning techniques with five to ten sources maximum. The problem with the assignment lied with the latter part of the requirements: the motherfucking references.

No matter how hard you tried to search for reliable photographs of professionally reenacted summoning circles, none of significant quality had popped up anywhere. You were seriously starting to consider attaching some DeviantArt fanart by the time you had reached page 67 on the Google search page.

In short, you were desperate—and desperation meant that you didn’t really think things through.

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Rotten Judgement - part 2

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,630

Warnings: Language, Angst, Slaves, Demonic creatures, Mythology , Attempt Assault 

A/N: Seriously guys, thank you so much for the nice feedback. I hope I tagged everyone, sorry if I didn’t :/ (As usual some quotes from the movie)

“I know who you work for,” Brock Rumlow, notorious human trash bag, hissed as he pinned you with the weight of his body against a brick wall.

He put his big, calloused hand around your throat and tightened his grip until you were gasping for air. You tried to pull yourself free, but your hands were trapped behind your back. He was breathing so close to your face that you could feel his clammy breath on your skin.

In hindsight, you should have known that Rumlow wasn’t going to be easy an easy target. He was a murderer and a thief, he probably didn’t even have a heart. Your targets were usually old people or horny men, this was a first and you couldn’t understand why Bucky needed his heart. It was most likely all black and corrupted.

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The Better Rogers

Summary: In which a football game with all of the Avengers helps you determine who’s the better Rogers.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2,212

A/N: This one is especially written for the forever beautiful @beccaanne814-blog ! Becca, my love, I hope you are having an amazing day because that’s exactly what you deserve. I’m so grateful to have you in my life and I hope you enjoy this! 

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?“ You counter, lips tilting up into a smirk.

“Okay.” Steve shrugs, adjusting the sleeves of the red shirt that was made especially for this occasion. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Y/N!” Tony yells from across the field. He has his arms crossed over his chest and his frown is visible even from this distance. “Stop fraternizing with the enemy!”

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Title: 2 assholes play cards against humanity 

Genre: Fluff + Crack ➝ YouTuber AU

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Plot: 2 assholes play Cards Against Humanity together. One asshole is an excellent kisser and the other is the worst fucking editor in the world.

Or rather: we are both youtubers and you are the worst fucking editor ever, and so you accidentally included a clip from our collab you uploaded where we made out and people don’t know we’re a thing yet, as requested (and thought of!) by me.

Warnings: This is just…unlike my writing style. Wrote this whilst drunk, probably, because I don’t remember writing this, at all.

Notes: Yes, I did go out of my way and spend 1 hour + on making a fake YouTube channel and video for this drabble/fic. Was it worth it? Probably not, but here’s Yoongo’s channel.


2 ASSHOLES PLAY CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY w/ Y/N
UPLOADED BY: yoongi
28TH MARCH, 2017.

despite being a youtuber with over seven million subscribers to make up for it, min yoongi is the absolute worst at his job. you’d think that being paid so much every week and being invited to vip events and having thousands- close to millions- of fans making twitter accounts with your name squished into them, and seeing your face on billboards or whatever, would act as enough motivation for yoongi to put in a tiny bit more effort.

don’t get me wrong– yoongi works hard. he uploads twice a week (thursdays and sundays, for those who wanted to know!), and always puts out fresh and most of the time, original content. a musical prodigy, as some people called him, and others called him unique, entertaining, different, inspiring. some called him mediocre and basic, but against yoongi’s strong fan base, none of that mattered. even without the fanbase, yoongi still didn’t give two damns about what anybody had to say against him. and with the success he has, he doesn’t need to be worried about anything or anybody else just yet.

but, you’d think that because of his success and picture-perfect life captured by an expensive camera and posh lenses (hey, the fact that yoongi is so well liked despite not attempting to even out his flaws with light boxes and filters or makeup products is impressive), he’d try that extra bit harder when it came to creating content he enjoys putting out into the world. especially editing videos- including ones where forgetting to edit out one tiny, tiny clip could result in thirty new scandals and his name being in the media longer than it has to be.

because min yoongi, despite his magical fingers and creative mind when it comes to creating the video itself, is the absolute worst at editing videos. he just can’t be bothered to watch the same clips over and over again. and, even though you may not like it, you’re suffering at the hand of his poor editing skills.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry I know that you are busy but how do you think about James and Lena dating?

Hey there! No need to apologize, I’m always happy to answer questions.

I actually spoke to a mutual about this earlier today, so I’m essentially just going to break down the same points I made with her.


First off, based on what we know, I don’t like it. And before people check my URL and bio and shell out the accusations, no it’s not because I’m all “🚨👏🚨👏🚨👏BUT SUPERCORP IS ENDGAME!!11!!! RIP!!! FIGHT ME!!!🚨👏🚨👏🚨👏” So miss me with that. No, I’m gonna be objective and critical about this, and also throw in my opinion. Keep in mind, that yes, some of these points are quite critical to James as a character in certain situations. But only because, realistically, these arguments all point to why a romance is probably not a good idea. -Deep breath-I hope they don’t do it and here is why:

James vs. Kara & Lena 

1) Last season Kara and James spent a decent amount of time being at odds. Because of Guardian, because of him being childishly jealous that SG got more love and appreciation than Guardian, and because of the fact that James spent a healthy amount of time talking trash about Lena. He hadn’t even met her and that’s all he could do – judge her because of her name, condemn her to being just like her brother (”They grew up in the same house!”), and talk crap/whine. Now yes, this is how James is. Things are usually black and white with him – but that only furthers the point that throwing them into a relationship doesn’t make much sense.

2) When Kara made the valid point of saying all Lena has done is help, the incredulous look she got from James was very telling. Even when Kara showed that she trusted Lena in Luthors, James whined and made it about him, “I don’t understand why you keep defending her!”

Relevance? He literally tried to wedge himself between a strong, healthy, female friendship because of his hurt feelings, bruised ego, and prejudice. Who does that? Not impressed, James. Earlier, in that same episode, Kara set out and did everything she could to try and convince her friends and prove Lena’s innocence. But…

James puts himself in harms way in order to prove she’s guilty? Even after acknowledging that she was Kara’s friend. That isn’t something a hero or a friend does and was entirely out of spite. Again, not impressive, Mr. Olsen.

Cliche! Cliche!! Cliche!!! 

3) So due to those two points alone, the idea of throwing them together (for what reason??) is a bit ridiculous. If you stand back and take a look at it, all it does is recycle a bit of the K*ramel romance pattern: Throwing your prejudice to the wind and turning it into romance. In general, there is nothing wrong with that sentiment, but again, it’s recycled and therefore tired in the SG universe. Doing it in back to back seasons is lazy. Forcing and rushing the romance, is equally so.

4) Again, for what reason would this romance happen? Other than the writers’ need to seemingly pair up every character with someone, anyone? The idea of James being so venomous and childish when it comes to Lena in S2, only for him to take a bullet for her in S3, which leads me to the speculation that the writers (due to their lack of creativity and innovation) will start out the romance this way, is once again, lazy and predictable. It turns James into a self-sacrificing love interest cliche and it turns Lena into the fawning damsel love interest – the “My hero!” cliche. It ‘dumbs them down.’

This, on top of the sentiment mentioned in point 3 just turns their whole romance (or at least the beginning of it) into a walking cliche. Because clearly we need more…😴🙄

James, Who?🤔

5) James had very little development last season, despite the Guardian arc. A lot of people became pretty bored with him because of that or just ended up with a sour taste in their mouth because of how things changed from the point of him pressuring Kara to tell Lucy she’s Supergirl to the point of him being jealous because of Supergirl’s hero worship. Everyone has their own reasons for liking, loving, disliking, or just being indifferent to James. Nothing wrong with that. But the fact remains, his character was sadly underutilized in S2. So at this point, they need something (or apparently, someone) to make him more relevant again. The idea of using Lena to do this is kind of gross. Where am I getting that thought?

That first little spoiler kinda points that out. Because let’s face it… there is nothing “amazing” about him doing essentially the same stuff he was doing in S2 (being Guardian and being James at Cat Co). So that line of ‘teasing’ is a bit transparent. In order to develop him further and better, let’s try to make it more interesting than using a romantic subplot, shall we?

Lena Would Never…

6) OOC Lena, much? We already know Lena is feeling guilty for building the device that caused Mon-El to forcibly leave Earth, thus leave Kara. Thanks to Katie, we also know that Lena will be putting forth a strong effort to remedy this and keep their friendship going strong. So in what universe in attempting to do this, would Lena also think it’s a good idea to date Kara’s ex? The Lena we have so far wouldn’t do that at all.

Do It Better! 😡

7) Concurrently, let’s not turn Lena into a plot device to serve a male character’s desperate need for development, yeah? If they can’t find a way to bring Lena into the Super Friends other than her A) Being Kara’s best friend B) Doing everything she has done thus far, that’s a gross injustice to Lena as a character and kind of, for lack of better phrasing, shits on Kara too. Kara fought for Lena all of S2, and yet everyone still doubted her.

So to those saying that this is a good way to introduce Lena to the Super Friends, no. Think of this – the idea essentially being:

“Oh, Lena can’t be that bad. Look James is dating her! Kara must have been right!” Forget about her friendship with Kara, forget about her doing what she can to make National City better simply because she feels it’s her duty to do so, forget about her building rapport with Winn, forget about her saving the lives of thousands of aliens, forget about her taking a role in attempting to take down a terrorist organization (despite the fact that it is run by her mother), forget about her playing an incredibly strong role in pushing back the invasion. Forget all of that. Forget all of the good she did on her own. Let’s give her a chance because James is dating her all of a sudden. Bad. Bad. No. Stop.

In a Nutshell…

It’s wrong. Yet, the writers have not placed themselves above that kind of character injustice and complete lack of sensibility. So I wouldn’t be shocked, just disappointed if they prove me right (and I like being right most of the time!). I think it could be great for them to start off/remain as friends. Lena could definitely use more of those!

And yes, people can have changes of mind and heart, which is great. But there is a need for that before anything romantic happens. It shouldn’t be simultaneous. It’s bad writing. James needs to step off his high horse when it comes to Lena, and Lena needs to personally address her need for validation. But having James do a total 180 and using Lena to further his development while forcing Lena to continue to seek that validation and prove herself to the one person in the show that has shown her the harshest judgment, pushing them together in a short amount of time is something I really do not want to see.

last post i’m gonna make on the subject cause ppl are gonna interpret things how ever they like despite what’s been said

but anyway allura is a teenager, and she’s been a teenager, and she’s always acted and looked like a teenager

like forget all the fanfiction, fanworks, and discourse. fanon allura never existed in the actual show. fandom made her up.

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Think Before I Talk | Stanley Uris | Part 2

rating: t (for language)
warning: angst and detail of a panic attack
pairing: stanley uris x fem!reader
a/n: because i got a shit ton of requests for a part 2 of “think before i talk” also added in a few seperate requests into this. THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY
part 1 

           “Don’t touch me.” 

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anonymous asked:

...I feel like a bad person sometimes for liking Wayhaught and Wynonna Earp because I'm seeing more comments like "it's not rep. Any queer woc , it's just more white people" and idk it's so confusing . I love the show cause it's the very thing I wish I saw growing up, making your own family that isn't blood related, seeing a woman find out she's gay and navigating her feelings etc etc

Don’t feel like a bad person! This show has more diversity than most. People are never satisfied. Look, obviously the media has a problem with representation, but this show is the last one people should be harping on for that. Wynonna Earp has 2 well rounded lesbian characters, a gay indian character, a hispanic woman who is also a literal genius, a black male lead with the kindest heart in the world despite his past sufferings, and a female lead with psychological issues who smashes the patriarchy and is never scared to speak her mind. As far as diversity goes, it’s kicking serious ass. Not every show can represent every minority, but this show does a damn good job trying.

And I agree, I would’ve loved to have a show to watch like this when I was growing up. It’s amazing to see a show in which people get to be so genuine and raw in their shortcomings, get to form such strong and meaningful bonds, and get to be entirely open and ok with themselves without fear of judgement from their peers. I have literally cried over this show because I watch it and it makes me feel like I’m fine, ya know? Like I’m ok with just being myself. The show normalizes so many things that we have been/still are told are wrong or weird or socially unacceptable and that’s one of the best things about it. Seeing so many characters who are so unapologetically themselves is amazing. Seeing Wynonna be unapologetically fractured, Jeremy be unapologetically scared, Nicole be unapologetically gay, Waverly be unapologetically soft, Dolls be unapologetically kind, Rosita be unapologetically brilliant, Doc be unapologetically emotional….it’s really beautiful. It makes you feel like it’s ok for you to just be you. So love this show. Love the shit out of it. Because it’s a show about how the best thing you can be is yourself, and how, no matter how broken and fucked up you think you are, you are still something amazing.

In the beautiful, wonderful words of Jeremy Chetri:

Crash & Burn (PART 2)

This is the final part.

The much requested second part of my celebratory 1K followers fic! I’m so glad you guys liked part one, which you should probably go read first if you haven’t yet.

Or you could just read the whole thing on my AO3.

Summary: Lance gets in a car accident while on his way to help Keith, whose car broke down. The summary on part one is slightly less vague but I’m lazy okay sue me.


Lance blinked wearily, as his vision slowly focused on what appeared to be a white ceiling above him. The bright, florescent lighting hurt to look at, so he turned his head to the side, once again squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them, the sight before him made no sense.

He was lying in a bed, in a room he didn’t recognize. Slumped in the chair beside him was a clearly asleep Keith Kogane. Lance belatedly realized that Keith was tightly holding onto his hand, and he couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment, even if the main emotion he felt was still confusion.

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#5 Who is more terrifying? Anti or Dark?

Yes, I’m back at it with the fucking headcanon.  

WARNING:
POTENTIAL NIGHTMARE FUEL
ABUSE & TORMENT & CREEPY SHIT

If you cope with their existence by imagining them as misunderstood or ‘a bit creepy’, to tone down the horrors of demonic possession then this is NOT the headcanon for you.  Move along.  Nothing to see here.  You’ve been warned.

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Imagine you're a dancer Part 2

Part 1

You wanted to turn and run. You could have tried to knock the door down. Instead, your hands went to your back. The ribbon of your dress was loosened, the fabric falling away from your body.

“Pet.”

You froze, awaiting his next command. You swallowed thickly.

He had sat down on the edge of the bed. His posture showed a quiet confidence. His gaze was still dark. He tilted his side to one side, the corners of his mouth moving just enough to show a faint smirk, “Slower. You’re putting on a show for me, remember?”

Your body complied. Your fingertips ghosted over your skin as you brushed the dress from your shoulders and further down. The fabric soon fell to the floor. The night air was cold. The window was still open behind him, letting a breeze seep into the room. You shivered. You were left in nothing but your smallclothes.

His grip on the bedsheets tightened to the point his knuckles turned white. You almost thought you heard the faint sound of ripping fabric, “Come here.”

You approached him. All it took was a pat on his thigh for you to straddle him. You could feel him brushing against you. Your breathing got just a bit heavier as you remembered how it felt on that night, when you had been in the middle of a performance and rode him in a crowded room. Your stomach pressed against him, a reminder of what you had done.

One of his hands moved to your back, the other running up your thigh. He looked up at you, “How long have you been a dancer?”

“Seven years,” you replied, voice soft. Every time he spoke, you were overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him.

“I can tell,” his touch drifted to the inside of your thigh, “Though I’m surprised that you always perform with a group. You would make a fortune on private shows.”

You didn’t respond. You had heard of such dancers, but it was a dangerous occupation. Without the safety of a troupe, a lone performer always had to be careful of clients wanting more than just a show.

“You’ll give me a private show, won’t you?” he lied back onto the bed. Despite being beneath you, he still looked powerful. There was a heat in his gaze you couldn’t place. Something like lust, but not quite.

Had your mind not been clouded, you would have explained that it was a bit difficult to dance without music. Instead, you rolled and swayed your hips. Most of your dances were improvisation. You had learned through the years what pleased and what didn’t. You could read the way he reacted to you. A snarl and his grip tightening on your hips if he liked something; quietly sitting back and watching if he was only mildly interested.

“You’re such a good girl,” his voice was low. Dark. His hands moved to his trousers. His belt clinked as he unfastened it.

Your breath hitched as he moved your smallclothes to one side. A full gasp escaped you when he guided your hips, filling you with a quick thrust. You kept your hands on his waist. You bounced on his lap, taking his cock again and again.

His palm pressed against the swell of your belly. You whimpered. You didn’t need him drawing attention to it, not when you were already so big. The strange fluttering feeling started again. A few well-placed kicks made you cry out in surprise and a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Are you thinking that it has grown quickly?” he laughed softly, his fingertips still tracing over your bare skin, “It’s actually quite small, given how long it’s been since I first took you.”

Your pace faltered as he sat up. How could it be small? Your back had been hurting for weeks. The weight on your hips was unbearable at times. You stared at him incredulously as he removed his cock from you. He put you on your back, holding your legs apart. You squirmed. His gaze left you as he brushed the tip across your entrance, then slid in completely. Your fingers, although your body was still weighed down by the spell, twitched. It was wearing off.

“What are you…” it felt like your tongue was frozen, “…What do you mean?”

He paused. His expression flickered between confusion, then amusement. His thrusts became harsh. Apparently your question had spurred some sort of twisted enjoyment from him. His grip tightened on your thighs, prying them apart just a bit more. You winced as he forced himself deeper. The weight of your stomach shifted with each movement. He grinned wickedly. This time, even as he looked at you, your mind didn’t fog, “I’m not human, pet. Not in the slightest.”

Your eyes widened. Your gaze fell to your stomach. What sort of creature was squirming inside of you, then? You reached up to push him off, but his hands encircled your wrists. He pinned you down with ease. Even as you struggled and twisted with your full strength, he didn’t budge.

“I suppose I should show you. Now, remember, a good pet doesn’t scream when she sees her master’s face. It’s impolite.”

All at once, the man on top of you transformed into something horrific. Black fur dusted with gray. Black ears atop its head that swiveled in response to sounds you couldn’t hear. Long, sharp teeth that gleamed as it licked its chops. His hands had morphed into the smooth arc of a wing. Curved, hard cartilage, or perhaps it was bone, kept your wrists ensnared. It kept you pinned down with weight alone. It was nearly twice the size of a man. It made a low sound as it continued slow thrusts inside of you. Something felt different, bigger, but you didn’t want to look. You were frozen, unable to breathe. Terrified.

You couldn’t fight it. Your body reacted on its own. You screamed.

Its ears flicked backwards, nearly recoiling from you completely. The scream only lasted for a fraction of a second. It hissed, surging forward to sink its teeth into your neck.

Your cry of terror became strained, then died completely. You could hear the rhythmic swallow as it drank your blood. The creature in your womb squirmed, as if sensing that its mother was in danger. It was still thrusting, frantic. It crowded your cervix, as if determined to have you conceive a second child. Finally, it stopped, twitching as it found release.

After having its fill, it withdrew. It had resumed its human form. Blood dripped from his jaw, spattering across your chest. He licked his lips. He watched you, silent as you winced from the stinging in your neck.

His gaze shifted to your stomach. He placed his palm on the curve, “I still have some business to attend to in this city. I’ll collect you when I’m finished,” he looked at you again, “If you run, finding you will be very easy, but a good pet doesn’t flee from her master. Do you understand?”

You didn’t move.

He didn’t wait for a response. He got up and dressed. You couldn’t tear your gaze from him. You didn’t want to look away for fear he would change his mind and take you with him now as opposed to later. He slipped through the window and disappeared into the night.

You closed the window as soon as he left. It wouldn’t matter, considering what he was, but it gave you a sense of security. You exhaled shakily and stepped away from the window. Another flutter in your womb drew your attention. You cautiously placed your hand over the smooth skin. You didn’t have much time. Even if he was telling the truth and finding you would be easy, you would try your hardest to avoid him. Still, the creature inside of you was growing quickly. You were at a disadvantage.

You didn’t bother to stay the night. You packed your things and left.

Author’s Note: Hello! Keira Metz here! It’s been a while, but I’m happy to say that I’m still alive and continuing with this story. Stay tuned~

White men have been getting a bad rap lately. They are constantly told that they are the world’s oppressors and the world would be a lot better off without these problematic, potential rapists around. Other races and genders roll their eyes at them and say things such as “dear white people” in a tone that implies they’re going to explain their wrongdoings to them one last time. 

I never really thought of white males as anything extraordinary until everyone said it’s a terrible thing to be one. After looking it up, turns out they’re pretty great - maybe not “supreme,” but definitely a combination of race and gender we owe a lot to.

White men create and maintain the world’s most prosperous and desirable countries. Majority-white counties do an absolutely brilliant job at creating and maintaining the cleanest, safest, high-income, low-corruption, politically stable, and technologically innovative societies on the planet. They make up the top 10 most prosperous in the world and top 18 happiest, healthiest and most advanced. The only countries who are more prosperous than us are countries with even greater percentages of whites.

It’s no wonder a huge percentage of the planets population would jump at the first opportunity to come and live in one of these “white supremacies.” There are certainly a few major non-white first world exceptions out there who get ranked around the 20th mark for most prosperous (Japan, South Korea, Singapore, Hong Kong) but these countries are primarily the way they are through adopting Western technologies and systems of government and laws. Immigration to these countries is also almost non-existent, while all the white majority countries are major migration destinations for non-white people around the world seeking a better life.

“White Supremacy”? It’s more like white competency than anything else. And competency is a virtue that should cherished and praised. Not derided.

White males make up only a tiny fraction of the population of the planet, but have been, and continue to be, at the forefront of the vast majority of the world’s scientific, medical, and technological advancements for 500+ years. Japan, Korea, and China could very well still be lingering in a 13th century standard of living if not for increased contact with the West starting in the 1800’s, and western medicine has added decades to the average life expectancy of all races of people across the globe. Can’t live without your phone, computer, car, antibiotics, medicine, electricity, internet, eyeglasses, refrigeration, GPS, satellites and yes, even the toilet? White people say, you’re welcome. 

Now, I know what the racists are thinking. Sure, some white man innovations have been created for destruction, but for every V-2 rocket there is a Saturn V, for every attack helicopter there is a rescue helicopter, and for every nuclear bomb there is an asteroid in space which could be obliterated before it has a chance to destroy Earth. The innovations of white men have brought far more health and happiness to people around the world than their negatives, so cultural Marxists and all the “white privilege” brow-beaters are more than welcome to move to a Madagascar mud hut if they really can’t stand anything white or western. You aren’t going to be missed.

Cultural Marxists, feminists, and other poorly informed left-wing activists love to keep espousing that white males have historically been the most “violent” or the most “oppressive” race of men on the planet. However, this is entirely untrue. It is in fact Asians who have been responsible for the lion’s share of the highest death toll conflicts in human history, and the Japanese, Mongols, and Chinese are well represented in the four most deadly. Even today, where are the only places in the world who are still run by bloodthirsty dictators, where their people are so oppressed they can’t smile without being executed, where rape, slavery, killing gays and marrying children are legal? It sure as fuck isn’t coming from white people and that’s precisely why everyone ignores it. 

The big news media continues to push garbage claims that whites are uniquely racist above all others. On an even more ridiculous note, they may even claim that non-whites can’t be racist at all, because the world is a “white supremacy”. White majority countries all across the world are the most tolerant and the most accepting of living amongst people with different cultures and backgrounds, while countries in the Middle East and Southeast Asia are deemed the least accepting. 

A recent study found that Jordan and India are the two most racist countries in the world followed by Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Iran, Vietnam, Indonesia, South Korea, Turkey, Bulgaria, Algeria, Morocco, Mali, Zambia, Thailand, Malaysia, The Philippines, Bangladesh, Hong Kong. But sure, keep telling us how racist and intolerant the United States is. Furthermore, only white majority countries take in huge numbers of immigrants and refugees, while the wealthy Northeast Asian countries (Japan, South Korea, Taiwan) scoff at such humanitarianism. Are you going to go to their airports and chant to let them in?

Also, let’s talk about slavery. Not only have left wingers and the mainstream media purposefully chosen to avoid any kind of discussion of the Arab slave trade, the slave trades of North Africa, Egypt, China, Pakistan, for example or even the slavery that’s still going on today. India has 18 million slaves, China 3 million, Pakistan 2 million, Bangladesh, North Korea, Nigeria, Uzbekistan, Mauritania, Congo, Iran, Turkey, Egypt - all hold millions of slaves today but whites are told to feel guilty and ashamed because about 2% of white Americans owned slaves 200 years ago? White males have made more contributions to ending slavery across the world than any other group of people but they still get blamed as if they were the ones responsible for slavery. Every race has been on either side of slavery and yes, that includes white people once being slaves too. Africa started it, white guys ended it.

Britain abolished slavery throughout the British Empire with the Slavery Abolition Act 1833, the French colonies abolished it in 1848, and the U.S. abolished slavery in 1865 with the 13th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. Brazil was the last European colony to do so in 1888. Compare that to the far East, where chattel slavery was a legal part of Chinese culture until 1910 and slavery continued in much of the Islamic world well into the 20th century. It was gradually outlawed and suppressed in Muslim lands largely due to pressure exerted from western nations like Britain and France, you know, white guys.

Despite all the humiliation, browbeating, and derision that white males are experiencing in the west today, they have a reputation of brushing themselves off and continuing to get on with being the world’s inventors and peacemakers. Despite knowing that popular culture, hiring practices, and so many different media outlets and national institutions are against their wellbeing, they’re not the ones raising hell, starting riots or shooting five black police officers. They don’t waste their time with White Men’s Marches, they smile, go to work and continue to lead by example. 

Yes, while white men may have been behind a lot of the bad in the world, so has every other race. The difference is, they’re also behind pretty much everything that is great and vital to us today. That’s what happens when you create the modern world. 

anonymous asked:

Headcannon or drabble on the chocobros seeing a girl that they are like "love at first sight" for, but she speaks a different language and hardly knows any English or whatever language they know? Thanks ❤❤❤

I’m gonna be honest with you anon, that is the CUTEST effin thing I have ever heard! My heart is just WOW. I legit had to hold my heart and stop from crying. o(≧∇≦o)

I’m gonna make you proud! (I hope :P) This went a little longer than I thought it would…that’s why it took so long. ❤❤❤

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Noctis

“An escort mission, seems simple enough.” Ignis stated, holding a piece of paper.

“Iggy’s right Noct, with that money we won’t have to worry about anything from here to Tranbene.” Prompto added, looking into the backseat. “Please it’s on the way, so we can technically kill two birds with one stone.”

“It would add a little excitement to this 2 week bachelor party you wanted to go on.” Gladiolus chuckled.

“If I recall correctly, I didn’t want a party at all.” Noctis groaned.

Now here they all sat in the Regalia, a young woman squeezed between Future King and Shield, a long veil over your face. You never responded to any of the banter, making the car ride rather uncomfortable.

The mission was simple, drive 2 days east, and drop you off to your future husband.  About an hour out of your old city, you shocked the entire car as you uttered your first words.

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Wolf!Wonwoo

Requested by anon: The Wonwoo fic and Taeyang fic are so freaking cute and they are so well written too omg! Please write more fics for the both of them as they’re my favourites (: Wolf!au? Thank you ((((:

Requested by anon: Wolf!au for wonwoo or woozi! Thank you and I love your works!!

so i got the same au request i hope both of these suited your taste! LIKE I SAID I HAVE OVERWHELMING FEELS FOR WONWOO SO THIS IS PROBABLY LIKE THE LONGEST HEADCANON I’VE EVER WRITTEN THIS IS SUPER LONG OMG BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY EVERYONE!!!! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE WONWOO IMAGINES :)))) if you weren’t satisfied please send me another request!

  • oKAY NO LIE I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS LAST NIGHT
  • I was lying in bed and was just like “hm you know wonwoo really resembles a wolf????”
  • aND THE NEXT THING I KNOW I HAVE 2 REQUESTS ABOUT THIS AU LMAO
  • I love jeon wonwoo anyways
  • You lived near a very dense forest with your grandpa
  • Since it was a small town, there could only be so many things that could happen before word travels
  • Ofc nothing ever happens in your small town the most eventful thing was when the local market ran out of your favorite potato chips like honEST TO GOD
  • But as of late there’s been more signs of wildlife in the forest and everyone is lowkey freaking out like what is this we haven’t even had livestock in 80+ years????
  • Thanks to the dense forest there’s been showing a steadily increase in deer population yay!!!! But also what!!!!
  • With deer ofc comes…………
  • Wolves
  • Packs and packs of them
  • You’re worried for your life what if a wolf is gonna attack you one day since you’re right next to their habitat!!!!!
  • Your grandpa is just like lmao y/n chill i was a hunter back in the days we’ll be fine
  • It was a chillier day than usual in the winter and temperatures were dramatically dropping

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GoT S07E02 Thoughts


I am up at 2 in the morning for this shit and I don’t know how I feel about this episode. There was a lot happening and a lot not happening. But as always, here are my rambling, harebrained thoughts about the episode that may or may not make any sense whatsoever to anyone but me. Either way, here we go:

The scene with Dany and Varys continues to toe the line between Benevolent Hero Dany and Violent Conqueror Dany. I have never doubted Dany’s ability to care for the common folk. She is not an evil person; she has compassion for them, that’s always been clear from the start, but the question has always been, will her compassion win out over her desire for power? And this grey area feels really poignant in this scene with Varys when she’s pardoning him for once siding with another king who had tried to assassinate her.

While it looks like she’s showing him a great deal of compassion and demonstrating her desire to be loved by the people and bring peace to Westeros, I feel the conversation is actually quite foreboding. He’s already been by her side for awhile, so why was this conversation happening now? They could’ve easily cut this entire scene away and left us to continue assuming that Dany pardoned Varys when he arrived with Tyrion, but they chose to highlight it and have Varys give his whole speech about not caring who was king or queen of the Iron Throne and that his loyalty was to the people. This is important, as are these lines:

“If you ever think I’m failing the people, you won’t conspire behind my back… If you ever betray me, I’ll burn you alive.” 

Once again, Dany threatens people for their loyalty. In contrast, the previous episode when Jon Snow pardons Alys Karstark and Ned Umber for the crimes of their house, he says:

“For centuries, our families fought side by side on the battlefield. I ask you to pledge your loyalty once again to House Stark, to serve as our bannermen and come to our air whenever called upon… Yesterday’s wars don’t matter anymore. The North needs to band together, all the living north. Will you stand beside me, Ned and Alys, now and always?”

The difference between them is quite clear. One demands loyalty, while the other asks for it. 

And the focus of this scene with Dany and Varys being on how the people of Westerosi will receive her feels greatly foreboding and not in the good way for her. This scene was shot and chosen for a reason; this dialogue was written for a reason. And nothing in Game of Thrones is so black and white as this scene’s purpose only being highlighting how good and forgiving Dany is. 

Anyway, I know people will call me biased for reading the scene this way and perhaps I am, as I still believe Dany’s narrative is of a fallen hero, but these are just my thoughts anyhow. 

Moving on!  

What was interesting to me in the scene with Melisandre was how Dany’s face lit up when she thought the prophecy might be about her. Oh, and the line: 

“The prophecy belongs to me.”

Loosely translated to mean that the Seven Kingdoms belong to her. These people and their love belong to her. She is the one who was promised because it’s her destiny, her birthright. In direct contrast again, Jon reiterates in the same episode that he was chosen as their king, but he didn’t want it and he didn’t ask for it. 

The way Jon and Dany rule and see the world are literary foils of one another. And I feel like as the season progresses, the more this will become apparent. I also don’t like the implication of Jon bending the knee to Dany or to anyone, but we’ll see. 

Now back to Winterfell. The shot of children having archery practice while Jon and Sansa are atop watching over them is, as has been mentioned before, almost a direct parallel to Ned and Catelyn overlooking Bran’s archery lessons in Season 1. Like I’ve always said, nothing in this show is shot without a purpose, and it’s not the first time parallels between the two have surfaced. Whether it just means they’re supposed to be a formidable co-ruling pair in the North or a future marriage/romance between the two down the line still remains to be seen, but we all know what basket I’m placing my eggs. Both. The answer is both. 

Still, I really love the way Jon looks immediately to Sansa for her opinion on what to do with Tyrion’s request for him to come to Dragonstone. Considering last week’s episode, this is a good sign they’re learning to communicate better, and I think it’s also telling how he’s asking her for her opinion on Tyrion because as he says, she knows him better than anyone, when last week he was dismissing her despite her firsthand knowledge of Cersei. It’s growth. 

And actually I’m not going to go chronologically by scene now, so I’m going to skip ahead and address the moment in the Great Hall. When Jon says he’s going to accept Tyrion’s request to come to Dragonstone, he looks back to Sansa – yet another sign of him seeking her approval and support. But it’s more than that. The whole scene I kept noticing that even when Sansa wasn’t directly in focus and when Jon wasn’t looking at her, the shots of him more often than not had her in the background to his side. All of this really made them resemble a king and queen. This is only further emphasised by the following moment:

I’m leaving both [the people and Winterfell] in good hands.”

“Whose?”

“Yours. You are my sister. You’re the only Stark in Winterfell. Until I return, the North is yours.”

Sansa may not be by name, but she is his queen. I don’t even mean that romantically. Jon sees her as his equal partner with equal right to the kingdom (so to speak) as he does. She is his most trusted confidante. This is such an incredibly significant moment in their relationship. While Sansa’s learned to trust him fully, Jon struggled with reconciling the woman she has become and the girl he once knew, but this feels like a momentous step forward as it clearly shows he’s accepted the woman she is now and that person is someone he trusts. 

I also think Sansa’s immediate glance to Littlefinger is also important. She knows it as well. She is exactly where Littlefinger wants her, as the ruler of the North, as a queen, and we all know he wants to be her king. Sansa’s concern is therefore rightly placed. She may know what he’s up to, but he is still Littlefinger and as cunning as he is creepy. The question is, will she be able to outplay him? He is her proverbial beast to slay. 

Now onto my favourite scene: Jon choking out Littlefinger. I actually had to edit this back into this post because I wrote it on a different document and forgot to place it back in, but here we are. Look, this scene is everything. We don’t get a farewell scene between Jon and Sansa beside from Jon’s little awkward wave towards her and her wave back, which is, by the way, so adorable. I know we were hoping for a Weirwood scene (and #treebang) but considering how tentative their newfound relationship is, this fits. Awkward, adorable and completely filled with unspoken words. That’s Jon and Sansa right now. It makes sense, as much as I hate it. 

But instead of that, we get this scene: 

“I love Sansa as I loved her mother.” 

“Talk to my sister and I’ll kill you myself!”

The instantaneous primal reaction is just so fascinating to me. Jon completely loses his cool the second Littlefinger says he loves Sansa. He’s been fairly restrained up until that point. Such an instant reaction requires zero thought; it’s based purely on feelings and it’s evident Jon feels a primal and fierce need to protect Sansa. I don’t doubt he’d feel that way about Arya or Bran too, but there’s something so underlying about framing his fierce protectiveness over her after Littlefinger confesses he loves Sansa.

Take it what you will, but I got my shipping goggles on for this scene and I love it!

Back to the rest of the story, we’re given a scene of Cersei decrying all that Dany’s done. She talks about the murders and burning of those masters, trying to appeal to the Lords over how cruel and savage Dany is, which we all know is quite ironic considering she burned down an entire septa of people out of vengeance. Perhaps there’s a reason why we’re being led by this scene to compare Dany and Cersei’s actions. 

Either way, the reappearance of Randyll Tarly makes me extremely nervous. There have been quite a few speculations going around about how the Tarly will play a role in the upcoming season, or more specifically, how Dany’s dragons are going to end up killing all of the Tarly’s, including Sam’s mother and sister. Randyll’s appearance here and his subsequent scene with Jaime about where to place his allegiance seems to support this theory. The death of the Tarly’s will put Jon in a very precarious situation, especially if he bends the knee to Dany, which is a plot line I hate and loathe as it is so completely uncharacteristic for Jon – yet for the greater good, I could also see it happening as Jon is the most self-sacrificing numpty in Westeros. 

Speaking of Sam, I really hope he doesn’t die from treating Jorah. And also, why in the gods’ name do they keep giving Sam the most disgusting scenes? Seriously, that was so gross. I am curious though as to what role Jorah is supposed to play in the future and whether his being cured by Sam will have any significance, especially if he runs along back to Dany and she orders the kill on Sam’s family.  

Missandei and Grey Worm!!! 

Look, I know people are going to dismiss this entire scene altogether and say it was a waste of time because no one cares about these two, but you’re so wrong. I care. Maybe I’m one person out of a million, but fuck it, I care so much. There has to be a reason that recent seasons have started to flesh out Missandei and Grey Worm more and not just as characters who are unfailingly loyal to Dany, but as individual people. It’s been a subplot that’s been building for a long while and I don’t see why they would waste the precious time on a subplot for the sake of having some ‘romance’ between two of Dany’s most loyal subjects. What’s the payoff for that? 

I personally doubt they’re both going to survive this upcoming war and I think the loss will either drive a huge wedge between Dany and the surviving character or cause reckless behaviour that will turn a significant plot a different way. Either way, I think there has to be a payoff for building them up for so long. Or maybe it is just some silly romance made to satisfy the audience who are so the type to want romance in their show. 

Finally onto Arya! What can I say but YES SHE’S FINALLY HEADING BACK TO WINTERFELL!!! I was so worried for her going to King’s Landing just as the war was about to begin, especially if Euron is around. I couldn’t imagine her surviving if she did, but with Arya heading back home, I feel more at ease that she’ll survive the season for some time yet. But what killed me was her reunion with Nymeria. I practically squealed with joy then cried when Nymeria walked away, but what confused me was Arya saying “that’s not you” with a (if I’m not mistaken) smile on her lips. That was Nymeria, wasn’t it? And does she mean that Nymeria is not her pack, signifying Arya’s final journey back to her real pack (ie. the other Starks)? 

Also, can we please appreciate Arya and Hot Pie together again? I love that whole conversation about how she’d been baking. Made me chortle. 

Lastly, we have to talk about that final scene and my screaming thought of ‘what the fuck, Theon?’ because WTF THEON! I don’t know how to feel about that. On the one hand, as soon as I saw Euron attacking I knew he’d win, and considering how his actor said he’d make Ramsay look like child’s play, I was so worried for Theon and am glad he got away. But him abandoning his sister like that? It was so disheartening and sad to see. After how he helped save Sansa, I honestly thought he found that piece of himself again, but then it is a very unfair thing to say about a man who has been repeatedly tortured and abused. Although the Theon before Ramsay was a coward, so I don’t know. I just don’t know where his storyline will go from here on out. 

But speaking of Euron, I just knew his gifts to Cersei would be people and I am so bloody worried about Yara, Ellaria and the last remaining Sand Snake. I hate how weak the show continues to make them look and I hate that we’re about to witness more brutality done upon women on this damn hell show. I couldn’t stomach Ramsay with Sansa and I really doubt I’ll be able to stomach the upcoming scenes with Euron and these women.

Anyway, these are my thoughts. So sorry it’s so unbelievably long and rambly. What did you guys think?