father of the bridge

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Producer Jeff Bhasker faced a daunting task several months ago. After having worked with Kanye West and winning Grammy Awards for producing Mark Ronson’s “Uptown Funk,” and Fun.’s 2012 album “Some Nights,” he had to decide whether to take on a new project: the debut solo album of One Direction member Harry Styles.

“I’d just had a baby, and I was kind of like, ‘Eh, I don’t know if I’ll jump into this,‘” Bhasker tells Variety. He agreed to have Styles come over to “just talk,” and proceeded to put him through the Bhasker home sniff test. “My dog tends to bite people, and he was kind of scoping Harry out,” Bhasker explains. Styles “did this move — like a little shoot the gun with his finger, and my dog walked over and started licking his finger. That’s when I was, like, ‘This guy has something special.'”

Once music came into the mix, Bhasker was sold. “He started playing references of what he wanted to do, which sounded like a cool rock band. I got it, and could see where if we pulled this off, it would be one of the coolest things ever. But he needed a buddy who plays guitar like he’s Keith Richards.” The insinuation being: Styles is the Mick Jagger in this scenario.

Adds Bhasker: “I’m so proud of the album itself, and also of Harry for being so brave, and committing 100%, and writing the kind of vulnerable lyrics that he wrote, and not pandering to what people thought he would do. People have no idea that this is what Harry Styles is like. Just like I didn’t know. He’s obviously very famous and beloved, but people don’t know the depths of what an amazing personality and artist he is.”

Variety spoke with Bhasker about the recording of “Harry Styles” ahead of the album’s May 12 release: 

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“I’m a huge fan of everything comic book, in general. But especially with someone like her [Barbara Gordon], its different. Every origin story is so different. A lot of people have experienced a major tragedy, for her its like-her father is an incredible-Commissioner Gordon who works with Batman and bridges the divide between vigilante justice and judicial justice. And to know that she grew up looking at these two men that she admired and be able to grow into their roles. That inspiration allow her to match it. But she does it in her own way. She doesn’t compromise herself to do it. She’s not perfectly emulating them. She’s taking that inspiration and living through herself-she’s remarkable. She becomes commissioner and she’s Batgirl. And she’s badass in both roles.” — Rosario Dawon (the voice of Batgirl in The Lego Batman Movie)

As they walked along the bridge Adrien glanced between Marinette and the locks shining gold in the afternoon sunlight. “My father would say this bridge is an eyesore…” Marinette looked at him in surprise. “well not the bridge so much as all the locks. ‘An immature, sentimental act committed by delinquents that ruins the bridge’s otherwise elegant appearance’ - or something like that.”
“Oh…” Marinette gazed at all the locks with a slight frown.
“I like the locks though,” Adrien continued nervously, “there’s a lot of negative… ideas associated with locks: having secrets, being locked out, being trapped…” he looked down at the wood planks as they passed under his feet, and then at Marinette walking thoughtfully beside him. “but someone decided to use them to symbolize something good: safety, commitment…love… it’s just… it's…” Adrien’s voice trailed off as he watched Marinette tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and wrap her arms around herself.
“Romantic?” She finished, looking up at him with a smile.
Adrien felt his face warm and he looked away, “Yeah.”  

(Artist note: I imagine Adrien has had a lot of bad dreams involving locks and has looked up the symbolism behind it. Marinette probably has had some such dreams herself, but not nearly as bad or as often.)

Cause of Yukine’s Death

I was flicking through Volume 13 and this translation note caught my eye.

A live human buried alive near a construction site. Such as…

a bridge?

Either its coincidence or Yukine’s father thought burying his son would appease the gods and make the construction work. Then to make it worse, Yato knows that Yukine was a sacrifice to his kind.

if i stay

word: 11k
summary: Y/N and Peter have been dating since Freshmen year but when Peter moves to the Avengers and ends their relationship, will he try and recreate their unforgotten romance when she’s in the hospital?
an: hold on boys and girls, this is about to be a rollercoaster.
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10:19am

Y/N had been sitting in her kitchen, rock music blaring from the speaks while her mother, Samantha, cooked them eggs and made coffee; her father, Christopher, sipped on the beverage in his mug, glasses down the bridge of his nose while looking over an essay that he hadn’t graded yet. Y/N continued to write the musical symbols on her sheets of paper, ready to get her hands on her piano once again. Or even her cello which was sitting in her bedroom, waiting for her. For her fingers to be pressed up against the strings, opposite hand holding the bow, which would help make the beautiful sound evident. She was ready to do it again, ready to leave everything on the stage or in the classroom.

“Here you go,” her mother spoke when she put a white mug filled with black coffee in front of her, the words pulling her half way from her thoughts which had been filling up with the first time she had played a cello.

She had been in second grade in the early fall of two thousand and eight, the school was having each student find an interment to learn for that year, whether it was the recorder or a guitar. Y/N had been biting her lip, not finding an interesting interment. Everyone was going towards guitars and any wind instruments they could get their hands one, but the string instrument that looked to be bigger than her was standing in a cubby, a bow behind it. Y/N made her way to it, losing her parents on the way. Y/N stuck out her finger and plucked the string, a wide smile spreading across her face when she heard the deep sound of the thickest string. Y/N turned back to find her parents, the two adults guiding one another past the children and to their only daughter.

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Bad Timing

For @pandalandalopalis because I couldn’t resist writing this and I love the two of them being protective of each other. The Dragonpit scene was amazing though-I loved it. 

King’s Landing loomed off the side of the boat, the towers of the Red Keep sparkling in the early dawn light. On the top deck, the two monarchs stood shoulder to shoulder watching it draw closer; it should have been a momentous occasion but there was a tension to the moment because the city wasn’t safe for them. Not yet. 

“Do you think she’ll try and kill us?” Jon loosened his cloak, just slightly. It was significantly warmer in King’s Landing than it had been anywhere else, even on Dragonstone, but he refused to take off his cloak-more out of principle than a desire to be warm. 

“I’d be surprised if she didn’t.” Dany caught her breath, her fingers tightening momentarily on the boat railing. It was a small thing, barely noticeable if one wasn’t paying attention-but Jon always seemed to be paying attention to the Dragon Queen now. 

He touched her lower back instinctively, to steady her. “Are you all right?” This hadn’t been the first dizzy spell in the last few days; Dany tried to play it off as nothing but he was starting to get worried. 

She nodded, but she wouldn’t look at him. “I’m fine.” 

“Maybe we shouldn’t-”

She shook her head and stepped away from him, not turning away from the sprawling city in the distance. Her arms were crossed slightly, as if cold, and the look in her eyes was utterly inscrutable. The queen mask was coming down; gone was the Dany whose door he had knocked on in the middle of the night, who had stayed up for hours telling him about her life on the run, who had spent every minute by his side when he was healing from his wounds. There was no time for weakness; not now. “It’s the weather.”

He nodded, though it had never bothered her before. But he knew better than to fight with her, especially now when they needed to be as strong as they could be. 

Queen Cersei wasn’t near as deadly as the Night King, but he was still nervous-almost more nervous than he’d been before he left Eastwatch. At least the wights he could anticipate; the Queen was desperate and unpredictable, which made her dangerous. And he wasn’t particularly looking to die so soon. “If you’re sure you aren’t-”

“I’m fine.” He thought only he could hear the catch in her voice. Seven hells. This was the last thing they needed. The absolute last thing. 

They were all very silent on the way to the Dragonpit. They’d purposely picked a meeting spot that was far removed from the rest of the city; there was no predicting how the common people of King’s Landing would react to the Unsullied, much less the King in the North or the Dragon Queen. But the tension was still there, especially when the Lannister guard met them at the edge of the city. He got a few curious glances but for the most part everyone’s eyes flitted over him and to Tyrion-the once hero of the Battle of the Blackwater and now a wanted fugitive. 

It had been so long since he’d seen Cersei-and even then he’d just caught a glimpse of her at Winterfell. Everything had changed now; she no longer had her long golden hair and there was something in the way she carried herself that screamed power and hidden ferocity. She truly looked like a queen, as she took her seat at the front of the pit. 

Her eyes flickered to Dany’s empty seat, just like everyone else’s. And even though Jon knew perfectly well where the Dragon Queen was, he still felt tense and uneasy. What if something went wrong? 

Dany made her entrance, of course-and he couldn’t help but be in awe of her. Then again, he knew he wasn’t the only one. Even some of the Lannisters were looking at her with grudging respect as she climbed down from her black scaled mount, face expressionless, and took her seat next to Tyrion. Cersei looked practically livid but Dany didn’t rise to the bait. Too much was at stake; there was too much riding on this meeting to do anything that might risk its outcome. 

She was too pale. 

He thought he was the only one who noticed; she was generally very pale anyway. But her light skin was almost translucent; he could practically see the veins standing out in sharp relief under her skin like a map…the same veins he’d kissed a couple of months ago back at Eastwatch, when they’d first made love to each other. And her hands were shaking; just slightly, but enough to make him worry. We should have set the meeting for another day. But how could they have cancelled? They already couldn’t show any sign of weakness as it was-how would they have explained it to Cersei? 

The wight went over about as well as he’d expected. It was gratifying just to see the look on the Lannisters’ faces when they let it loose from its box and the queen and her entourage beheld it in its full glory, its eyes rolling and the flesh curling from its ruined bones. 

And then came the moment he’d been dreading; he was asked to swear neutrality. He knew what he was supposed to say, how he had to lie…but he couldn’t. So he didn’t. Because he knew, better than anyone, that he couldn’t serve two queens-and there was only one queen that mattered, at least to him. Even pretending to serve another would be a betrayal to her. 

The reaction was nearly instantaneous-Cersei said “Then we have nothing more to discuss” and stood up, her retinue grouped loosely around her. Most of the members of Dany’s entourage were on their feet as well and he knew that he’d ruined everything. He didn’t know what he was going to say or how he could fix it but he knew he had to try…

And then Dany was sick all over the Dragonpit floor. The giant arena went dead silent and Jon felt worry crawl down his spine. 

He saw Cersei turn back, seizing upon the moment of weakness like a cat on injured prey. A shock of fear went through him, quick and thrilling-and he closed the distance between them in two steps, where Dany’s entourage had circled around her protectively. Dany was struggling back to her feet-but she was barely on her knees when she slipped again, falling back to the sand. Her skin was white as parchment. 

The entourage made way as soon as they saw him; Missandei was half supporting the Queen, while Dany tried to stand. “What happened?” 

Missandei shook her head. “I don’t know-”

“It could be poison,” Varys murmured, glancing at the Lannisters. 

“She needs to be checked by the maester,” Jon replied, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing. It shouldn’t be affecting him as much as it was. 

Dany struggled to her feet, only squeezing Missandei’s hand once when it looked as if she might fall. “I’m fine-”

“You’re not fine,” Tyrion replied. “Your Grace-” He glanced between her and the Lannisters, obviously torn. “I can try and talk to her-”

“She’ll kill you.” 

“I have to do something to try and salvage this. Besides, she’ll take this as weakness and exploit it as much as she can. Take her back to Dragonstone,” Tyrion muttered. 

“I don’t-”

“I’m not asking.” Tyrion left, not looking back once. Jon got the distinct and disturbing feeling that if the Queen’s Hand never came back it would be his fault. 

Dany bit her lip, seeming to realize that everything was falling apart around them-and then she suddenly fainted into Missandei’s arms. The queen’s advisor looked at Jon worriedly. “I hope this isn’t what I think it is.” 

He picked the queen up gently and started down the path to the harbor, not looking back once to see how their enemies would take it. Let them stare. He’d probably only confirmed Cersei’s worst fears anyway. 


The rest of the day was tense and quiet back on Dragonstone. The maester was able to make his diagnosis within twenty minutes-the Queen was pregnant. And Jon could only assume that the baby was his. 

Tyrion and the rest of her advisors returned much later to announce that a truce had been reached in spite of the disaster in the Dragonpit. The relief was quick and sweet…but it dissipated suddenly when he had to fill Tyrion in on what had happened. This further complicated things. And Jon hadn’t thought they could get any worse. 

When the sun set, he was finally allowed to see the Queen. She’d been confined to her rooms all day while Missandei fussed over her-but when she saw Jon she just smiled sadly. “I tried to-”

“You did wonderfully. Up until…” 

She laughed mirthlessly. “Cersei will know soon, if she doesn’t already. A child…it puts us both in more danger. 

“We’ve always been in danger. Tyrion says the truce might have been a trap anyway-what reason does she have to trust us, and what reason do we have to trust her?” He took her hand easily; it still sent a shock through him at first, as though it was the very first time. “She wants to kill us both anyway.” 

“But she knows I’m vulnerable.” He could see the fear in her eyes, the way she held one hand to her stomach protectively-and he couldn’t help thinking of Robb’s wife Talisa, murdered by the Lannisters, her unborn child stabbed in the womb. 

“We’re stronger together. You said we’d defeat the Night King together-you’re not going back on your word now, are you? And I told her that I only served one queen.” And I’ll protect you. I won’t even let her get near you. 

“That was stupid of you. I respect it, but…it wasn’t the right time.”

“It never would have been the right time.” 

She took his other hand, guiding it so it rested on top of hers. “Did Tyrion’s assessment change? Are we still fucked?”

The word sounded so odd, coming out of her mouth. He couldn’t help smiling, just a little. “I don’t know. We can’t trust the Lannisters but…any men at all make a difference.” 

He was more desperate than ever to win now; there was no other option. Not if he was going to be a father. 

But they’d cross that bridge when they came to it. 

She sounded like she was smothering a laugh. “Well…now she knows. Now everyone knows about us.”

“And we’ll deal with it as it comes. That’s the only thing we can do.” 

“Missandei told me you carried me all the way to the ship. You didn’t have to do that either.” 

“I was worried about you-”

“It was stupid. But I respect it.” 

And just for that moment, for that smile they shared, it seemed like everything would be all right after all. Somehow, things would work out. Hope might be dangerous, but it was all he had left. 

I wanted to have this done earlier but that’s not actually what happened ugh. 

Now we move on to boatsex stuff. 

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Black history month day 21: desegregation poster child Ruby Bridges.

Ruby Nell Bridges Hall was born September 8, 1954 in Tylertown, Mississippi. She is best known for being the first black child to desegregate the all-white William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana during the New Orleans school desegregation crisis in 1960.

The Bridges family moved to Mississippi when Ruby was four. When she was six, her parents responded to a proposal from the NAACP to participate in the integration of the New Orleans school system, despite hesitation from her father.

Bridges was one of six black children in New Orleans to pass the test that determined whether they could go to the all-white school, William Frantz Elementary. Two of the six decided to stay at their old school, and the other three were transferred to another district to integrate a different school, so Bridges went to William Frantz by herself. She and her mother had to be escorted to school by four federal marshals during her first year. One of the marshals later remarked: “She showed a lot of courage. She never cried. She didn’t whimper. She just marched along like a little soldier, and we’re all very very proud of her.”

Though Bridges showed remarkable bravery for a six-year-old, situation was certainly not without its challenges. The marshals would only allow her to eat food brought from her home due to one woman’s repeated threats to poison her. Another woman stuck a black baby doll in a wooden coffin and held outside the school in protest. Bridges said later that that frightened her more than any of the things they shouted. She began the practice of praying while she walked, which helped her block out the nasty comments, and she also saw a child psychiatrist named Robert Coles who helped her cope. Only one teacher, Barbara Henry, agreed to teach Ruby and did so for over a year, teaching as though she was teaching the whole class.

Bridges still lives in New Orleans with her husband, Malcolm Hall, and their four sons. She is now chair of the Ruby Bridges Foundation, formed in 1999 to promote “the values of tolerance, respect, and appreciation of all differences”. In describing the mission of her foundation, Bridges stated: “racism is a grown-up disease and we must stop using our children to spread it.”

anonymous asked:

I'd love to see more Steve-as-Clint's biological father!

“So where’re we going?”  Steve followed Clint through the throng of people downtown. 

“I told you.  Father’s Day surprise.  You’ll love it.  Promise.”

At first, Steve had protested, insisting Clint be with his kids on Father’s Day, but Clint had let him know in no uncertain terms that the following weekend, they were both going to celebrate Father’s (and grandfather’s Day with Clint’s wife and kids).  

Steve grinned, and kept pace, following Clint all the way to the theatre.  “What—“

Leon Bridges the marquee read.  

“—You’ll love this guy.  You’re just about caught up to modern music and he’s one of the better acts out there right now.  Come on.” 

Steve had his reservations – there were some great acts nowadays, sure, but not as many as there’d been In His Day (to use Clint’s capitalization when he was poking fun).  He followed Clint into the venue nonetheless.  

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Clint had been right. He’d been so right.  Steve’d bought a copy of all of Leon Bridges’ records (CDs), even though Clint said he could download the album online.  

He also bought them both a t-shirt and shut Clint up about buying music online with a “My first father’s day with my son, I want something to have to remember it.” 

Clint smiled fit to split his face and pulled out his phone. “Smile, then.”  And got a selfie of them outside the venue in their matching t-shirts that he sent immediately to Steve and to Laura with a “Father’s Day 1.0 complete, 2.0 t-minus six days and counting.”  

Steve could hardly wait.  He was going to teach Cooper and Lila to dance (now that he’d learned) and he was going to have Leon Bridges as their music.  

Plain Face [Part 4]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 3.1k

pairings: peter parker x rogers!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, heartbreak. im sorry

a/n: this is probably the longest fic i’ve written, i jammed a lot of stuff in here. hopefully its not too chaotic lmao. but whew my goodness i got a little emotional at some points. i’m sorry it took longer than i anticipated!! if you wanna see my post about the reader’s suit, it’s here! i got stuck in a funk for a hot minute before @dimplesandcutesmiles (universe bless them) helped me brainstorm to get out of it. so here’s the 4th installment my loves, enjoy! 

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A light drizzle of rain sprinkled over you as you walked dejectedly along the empty, quiet streets back home. You didn’t feel the physical fatigue from your rendezvous at the underground gym, but you felt it in your mind, weighing down your conscience like you were slowly sinking beneath the surface of the ocean.

Who am I?

The question repeated over and over again in your head like a broken record, the track skipping and scratching, and then playing again. Rounding the corner onto your street, you saw a police cruiser parked outside of your building with its lights flashing. Shit, you hoped they weren’t here because someone saw the state of your front door.

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When I Wake [ch.1]

ch.1 | ch.2 |

Genre: Angst / Fluff 

Summary: The day you were proposed to by Kim Taehyung was absolutely unforgettable, but not in a magical, fairy tale type of way. Instead of ending the night with celebratory congratulations, you and Taehyung find yourselves in a car accident that leaves you in a coma. When you wake three years later, you receives news that Taehyung passed away as a result of his injuries. 

After getting over the initial shock of Taehyung’s death, you peacefully carry on with your life, until one day you hear word that Taehyung might not be dead after all. 

You try to find Taehyung to pick up your relationship where it left off, so everything could go back to the way it was. Only life’s not that simple. While trying to rekindle your love with the supposedly dead Taehyung, you have to deal with your arranged fiance and your newly acquainted (and dangerously hot) friend Park Jimin. 

Your life becomes a whole lot more interesting when you wake. 

Word count: ~2.3k 

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So this is my first time writing a kpop ff, and it’s my first time writing a reader insert, AND it’s my first time writing angst so please bear with me~ (it’ll get interesting soon I promise) Also jimin & yoongi are tagged in addition to tae bc they will be part of the story later on!


Taehyung placed his lips on yours; it was the only warmth you’d felt in this winter wonderland. As he pulled away, you could feel every cell in your body yearn for his embrace but reluctantly settled for his hand in yours.

You stood in the middle of the icy Bow Bridge in Central Park. It was where you two first met, three years ago.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Carstairs modern au? You're thoughts on the Blackthorns are super interesting!

-so Julian goes to art school
-and he sells his art online and works a few jobs to help support his family
-their mother died of cancer and their father ended up driving his car off a bridge in grief
-Helen and her wife Aline also work a few jobs to support the family (and pay for college in the future)
-because of everyone working a few jobs they’re able to afford a decently nice apartment
-Helen and Aline are 28, Julian and Mark are 20 and 21, Ty and Livvy are 18, Dru is 16, and Tavvy is 10
-Dru works at the movies
-so sometimes she’ll sneak them in
-and get free gummy worms for Tavvy cause why not
-her favorite class is film
-she also runs a blog for critiquing movies
-she is the sc queen
-Livvy’s going to college for mathematics and business
-her dream is to run or found her own business someday
-she makes extra money tutoring
-she runs an Instagram with ty called b.thorn_twins but he never posts so it’s basically hers
-Ty’s going to school for crime studies and forensics
-okay he maybe has an entire wall in his room dedicated to crime books
-he watches forensic files with dru and Livvy’s mildly concerned that they could probably get away with murder
-lmao ty might not use Instagram but he most definitely has a tumblr
-(kit may or may not have made him get it when they were on a date because “you can’t be my boyfriend and not have tumblr ty!”)
-Helen’s a model
-Aline is her photographer
-that’s how they met and now Aline basically lives with the Blackthorns
-Emma is like a super athlete and she got into school on an athletic scholarship
-she’s going to be an Olympian and everyone knows it
-her parents also died when she was 12 so that’s how she bonded with Julian at first
-and so began their friendship
-sometimes Emma’s uncle Jem and his wife Tessa will pay a visit
-that’s how the Blackthorns got church as a Christmas present
-Mark forgot to feed church once and now church has a vendetta
-rip marks bedsheets
-mark is in school studying creative writing
-he met Cristina after he spilled coffee on her (don’t worry it was iced coffee)
-and he found out she’s studying politics
-and she’s good
-cue the awkward crush
-kieran doesn’t go to college because he has a giant trust fund from his dad
-he hates his dad though so he just crashes at the Blackthorns a lot
-cue kierarktina
-and the Blackthorns house is basically one giant mess with lots of people in it and lots of people who aren’t the Blackthorns sleeping over
-because they’re all really one giant family regardless of blood

fireworks

Originally posted by erickaellaine

title: Fireworks
genre: fluff, light angst
word count: 1.6k
pairing: jimin x reader
summary ⇢ “The second firework in your heart exploded when you turned your head to him and saw how bright he was under the moonlight and the starlight.” (childhood friends to lovers)

A/N: made this for a birthday of a friend. A little too rushed, but still, happy reading!

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Hunger Games Pt.3 (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Requested: By @seventhbunny

A/N: So umm….you guys are probably going to yell at me for writing while I’m sick but I just really needed to post the next part of HG, so here ya go. I’m also really bad at writing 1st person so I’m so sorry if Damian’s POV is seemed terrible!

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Pt.1 | Pt. 2

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“All of you are to train today. Later on, some of the members of the Court will grade you on your abilities and skills.”

It’s been three days since Oliver told you what’s going on. All you could think about was who is is on your side and who’s not. He said that anyone who’s wearing a gold ring and whispers, “Long live the League” are all trustworthy.

“Only the ones who are wearing the ring can see if others are wearing it as well.” You remembered him saying.

“How?”

“Bruce got his magical buddies helping us out, too.”

As the Talon spoke to all 12 districts, you glanced down at the gold ring Oliver gave you. If Damian knew anything about this and you somehow win this death match, you’re going to kill him for not telling you. And that’s another thing, how are you supposed to kill? You never killed anyone before except the holograms in the Batcave.

When the Talon left the training room, everyone scattered to find their weapon of choice to practice. You stayed where you were standing and looked up at the room behind a glass where the members of the Court were all chattering and eating.

Damn their owl masks, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t recognize anyone at all. You sighed and looked around, trying to find Arsenio. He needs to know what’s going on before the games.

“Long live the League.”

You gasped when someone whispered in your ear. You turned around quickly, recognizing the boy from Central City District.

“Sorry about that,” He chuckled, “I just saw wearing the ring. Name’s Wally by the way.” He raised his hand up. You looked down and saw the same gold ring.

After shaking hands, you asked him if he knew anyone else who’s a part of the plan. He nodded over to his group of friends, “My girlfriend, Artemis, the kid Garfield, his big sister Megan, and her boyfriend Conner.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Good because I don’t know anyone else.”

“What about your friend?”

“Arsenio?” You asked, looking around again and spotted him twirling a pocket knife, “He…He doesn’t know what’s going on yet.”

Wally knitted his eyebrows together when he saw him, “You shouldn’t trust him then.”

You raised an eyebrow and fold your arms across your chest, “And why not?” You snapped.

“My mentor, Barry Allen, said to not trust anyone who isn’t wearing the ring, and that kid right there my friend, isn’t wearing a ring.”

You bit your lip, he does have a point. Should you trust Arsenio or not? What if the reason he hates Oliver is because he’s definitely not a part of this at all?

Wally grabbed your forearm and pulled you over to his group, “Just stick with us, we’ll protect you.” He grinned.

Artemis was practicing her shooting with a bow and arrow, Garfield was training mice how to build a fire - they understand everything he’s saying apparently, and Megan was practicing hand to hand combat with her boyfriend. After Wally introduced you to the group, Artemis asked you if you were good with any weapons.

Your face grew into a smile, “I’m pretty good with swords.”

DAMIAN’S POV

Three days, it’s been three days without my beloved and I get to finally see her on television. The day of the reaping was the most appalling day of my life. I can’t believe she wouldn’t even let me volunteer, I can’t believe Father didn’t volunteer even after what he said that morning.

Thomas turned on the television and we all gathered around the living room, Pennyworth included. Today is the day (y/n) trains for battle and it will all be broadcasted live across all Districts.

“Where is she?” Drake muttered.

Father grunted, “She’ll show up any minute now.”

I gasped when the screen switched to her chatting with other District players, “She looks skinnier,” I growled, “They feed her, correct?”

“Yeah,” Todd answered, “They have too.”

I swear, if I figure out they have been treating her like scum I will rip their throats out.

“It’s a good thing she found the ones with the rings.” Grayson sighed.

Rings? I turned to face him, “What rings?”

Grayson’s eyebrows shot up and glanced at Father, “I uh…didn’t say anything?”

Pennyworth pinched the bridge of his nose and Father glared at Grayson. What the hell is going on, “Father, what nonsense is Grayson going on about?”

Thomas let out a nervous laugh, “Ahaha, maybe we should just keep watching, right?”

“Duke’s right, forget what Dick said.” Drake joined in.

They shut up when I glared daggers at them both, “Father, what is Grayson talking about?” I growled.

“I didn’t want to tell you because your emotions had to be believable.” Father sighed.

I gulped, “Wh-what are you saying?”

“Oh look,” Grayson pointed at the tv, “It’s (y/n)’s turn for evaluation!” 

I scowled at Father, letting him know that I will not forget about this conversation, and looked back at the screen. (Y/n) was fighting against holograms in a different room. I smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Thomas was in awe, “How does she know how to fight with swords, especially two of them?”

I grinned, “Because I taught her everything she knows.”

People who complain about Kylo Ren really get on my nerves.

“He’s so whiney”. “He’s so childish”.

YES, THAT’S THE POINT!

People say that he isn’t frightening enough ever since his mask came off to reveal an ordinary boy because he doesn’t display the typical ‘bad guy’ stereotypes. He’s not old and haggard, with horrific scars all over his face and two different coloured eyes.

He’s just normal. And to me, that’s more frightening.

Yes, Kylo has anger issues and yes, he may be just an inexperienced kid. But that makes him unpredictable. This is a guy who is deeply conflicted and is at war with himself, so no one can know what he is thinking and what he will do next.

Unpredictability is the most frightening trait of all.

Not only this, but it really irks me how people don’t seem to appreciate or at least SEE that Kylo is a great character who has depth, mystery and shows that he is actually HUMAN. This is a villain who actually shows emotion, and wears it quiet obviously, something I think is quiet significant to his character and separates him from the typical antagonists we get today. Whether you looked into him deeply enough to see this though is the problem.

But, nobody can say to me that they DIDN’T see the deep conflict and inner torment inside Kylo with that scene on the bridge with his father, Han.

This is someone that’s hurting, and hurting badly.

We have been given a villain that is deeply complex, deeply interesting and like no other Star Wars character we have ever seen before.

And all people do is whine about him.

My advice is, before you start bashing a character and the actor who plays him or her (which is really low in my opinion) why don’t you actually PAY ATTENTION to that character.

The least you can do is show appreciation for a character that many, MANY people have worked hard to give you.