Crystal Desert - Elon Riverlands - First Camp
Anaya: Mom! Dad! We’re heading out to play!
Zuberi: Anaya! Bini! Don’t stray too far from the camp.
Binyam: We’re gonna play heroes, and go through the Trials!
Tumelo: All right, dear. Stick together and be back by moonrise.
Binyam: Anaya, I wanna play Ascension. Oooh, can we, can we?
Anaya: Great idea! All right. First, we must pass the three trials before entering Augury Rock.
Imani: Well, if it isn’t Anaya and Binyam. What brings you here?
Anaya: We’re playing Ascension! I’m Devona the warrior. Binyam is Aidan the ranger. He wanted to be Lo Sha, but we couldn’t find a mask.
Binyam: You’re a ghostly hero at the Temple of Ascension. We’ll protect you from the Forgotten.
Imani: That’s right. The Forgotten fought heroes who tried to ascend to test the humans’ characters. So be careful!
Anaya: Here they come! Sever Artery! Gash! Galrath Slash! Ha! That got him.
Binyam: Here comes a siege wurm, and I’m on it! Lightning Reflexes! Ignite Arrows! Barrage!
Imani: You two made quick work of them. The gaze of the gods will shine on you!
Imani: Ah, to be young again.
Binyam: Now, we can reach Elona…from Elona Reach… Get it?
Anaya: Ha, ha. Very funny.


It has been four centuries since that victory and we have kept our vigil. We have watched and waited for the darkspawn to return. But those who once called us heroes… have forgotten. We are few now, and our warnings have been ignored for too long. It may even be too late, for I have seen with my own eyes what lies on the horizon. Maker help us all.

The Forgotten American Hero Of The Great War

Meet Alvin C. York, one of the most decorated American soldiers during the First World War. He received the Medal of Honor for one spectacular attack during the Battle of the Argonne. He was put in a group of 17 Americans soldiers who were ordered to infiltrate the German lines and take out one machine gun position. They were able to capture a number of German soldiers, but then small arms fire killed six and wounded three. Suddenly, York was the highest ranking remaining soldier.

He took command, and immediately ordered his men to guard the prisoners while he – by himself– went to attack that one machine gun position they had been ordered to take out. He attacked the German machine gun nest – again, by himself! – with just his rifle and his pistol. That’s right: he took a rifle to a machine gun fight. York ended up taking 35 machine guns, killing at least 25 enemy soldiers, and capturing 132 enemy soldiers.

York was lionized for decades, although he has largely been forgotten by newer generations. A 1941 film about him, Sergeant York, was that year’s highest-grossing film. And the man who played York, Gary Cooper, won the Academy Award for Best Actor that year.
Pascal Pictures Lands ‘Beneath A Scarlet Sky’ For Tom Holland
EXCLUSIVE: Spider-Man: Homecoming producer Amy Pascal and star Tom Holland have found another film on which to collaborate. Pascal Pictures’ Pascal and Rachel O’Connor have acquired fil…
By Mike Fleming Jr

EXCLUSIVE: Spider-Man: Homecoming producer Amy Pascal and star Tom Holland have found another film on which to collaborate. Pascal Pictures’ Pascal and Rachel O’Connor have acquired film rights to the Mark Sullivan novel Beneath A Scarlet Sky, with Holland attached to play the lead role. This comes on a week when the book emerged as a top seller on the Amazon lists. It is the story of a forgotten WWII hero. Pino Lella is a normal Italian teenager living an idyllic life in Italy, until bombs begin falling on Milan and word of Nazi atrocities begin to circulate. While waiting to join the fight, Lello joins an underground railroad helping Jews escape over the Alps, guiding hundreds of Jews to safety in a year. On his 18th birthday, Lello is forced to enlist with the German Army, and is immediately assigned as a personal driver to Adolf Hitler’s left hand, General Hans Leyers. This fly on the wall in the upper echelons of the Third Reich positions him to be recruited by the Allies as a spy. Known to Allied Intelligence only as “Observer,” Lella endures the horrors of WWII and the Nazi occupation by secretly feeding intel to the Allies that was strategically important enough to turn the tides of the war. When Lella’s courage falters, he is bolstered by his love for a young woman named Anna, and for the life he dreams they will one day share.

The Traitor Meta no one asked for

Will include:

- Major Persona 5 Spoilers

-A look into The Traitor as a Foil to the main cast

-symbolism and motifs galore

- some theories based on subtext

-and the coding of Murderers as having Cluster B Personality Disorders (from someone with a Cluster B Personality Disorder)

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“137 years later, Memorial Day remains one of America’s most cherished patriotic observances. The spirit of this day has not changed- it remains a day to honor those who died defending our freedom and democracy.” - Doc Hastings

Tribute for Memorial Day 2017 on May 29! When you think of Memorial Day, most people tend to think of the World Wars and the conflicts of today. While all of these events are important and should always be remembered on this solemn day, I feel as if the most forgotten fallen veterans and heroes for our country are those very first heroes who were willing to take up arms to defend their families and their rights against Great Britain, almost 240 years ago. Alas, their graves are rarely visited to this day. Please remember to keep in mind, heart, and prayers all of the heroes who fought and died in the service of their countrymen!

Cutting Silver - by lucyoverspilledvodka

(co-written by yours truly and @victorsporosya )

In which Yuuri discovers something life-changing about his idol and fiance

Yuuri stood in the bathroom of Victor’s apartment—it still felt far too early to be comfortable dubbing it their apartment—having a small existential crisis. Whatever he had been looking for or wanting to put away in the sink cabinet was utterly forgotten. His childhood hero, his first love, his eternal idol… a deception from the very beginning.

The characters on the bottle were majorly Cyrillic, but there was really no mistaking to design and thus its purpose.

“Yuuri, what are you—” Just as Yuuri had lost his train of thought, Victor lost his words the moment he saw what his fiancé was holding.

“Is that why you cut it?” Yuuri asked, looking up from the bottle to Victor. “The ends were so dead from years of bleach?”

“It’s just a toner,” Victor defended, sounding unsure of himself.

“Really?” Yuuri flipped the bottle over, studying the script printed across the label. “Because it looks like dye.”

As delicately as he could, Victor took the bottle from Yuuri’s hands and replaced it in the sink cabinet. “You don’t really think that I—”

“Color your hair?” Yuuri finished for him, eyes traveling suspiciously along Victor’s hairline. He made to touch the strands, then pulled his hand back at the last moment as if dejected. “I can’t believe this…” he muttered, brushing past Victor on his way to their living room. “My whole life, a lie. My fiancé, a liar. How can I achieve gold when even the silver in my life is unattainable?”

Yuuri flopped with resignation onto the couch, Makkachin hopping on top of him for company.

Two sets of brown eyes judged Victor, who collapsed on the floor in front of Yuuri, grasping for his hands. “Yuuri, my darling, my angel, I swear I’m not lying. Come on, how could you think that? I’ll throw it away right now.” He paused, thinking, “You can shower with me every day for a month to see that it’s true.”

Victor’s blue eyes shimmered with his pleading, but Yuuri’s thoughts traveled to Victor’s grueling quad practice the previous day, leaving him completely unsympathetic. Instead, he turned his face away as dramatically as Victor taught him and sighed. “I don’t think we should shower together anymore, Victor. This is world-altering. I need time.”

Pout pushing out his lower lip, Victor sat back. Yuuri refused to turn back toward him.

Pursing his mouth, Victor reached up, sweeping away his own bangs before tentatively running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll prove it to you,” he said, eyes trained on Yuuri, determination sprinting across his face. “I’ll shave it off.”

Victor expected Yuuri to break. Expected to receive that panicked little squeak which he adored, as Yuuri kicked Makkachin off the couch in his hurry to sit up and grasp onto Victor, expected to hear him command Victor not to touch his beautiful hair, expected the confession that Yuuri had only been knowingly joking.

Yuuri turned to face Victor again, face blank as he stated, “Okay then.”

A blink. A moment. Then another. Yuuri’s brown eyes did not break from his, challenging and unyielding.

Taking a deep breath while trying not to show it too much, Victor swallowed and pushed himself up off the floor, standing over Yuuri.

His hands fisted against his side, but he would not be the one to break. “Okay then.”

Yuuri watched Victor start to move, a very small sense of dread building in the pit of his stomach. “What are you doing?”

“Proving it to you.”

Victor vanished down the hall, towards the bathroom. For a moment, Yuuri did not move. He knew Victor wasn’t going to shave his hair off. He knew that… right?

Yuuri dislodged Makkachin and followed Victor down the hall, into the bathroom, to see Victor on his knees searching through the lower cabinet.

“Just looking for the clippers,” Victor said airily and Yuuri crossed his arms. No way Victor was actually going to go through with his threat… Then again, Victor had cut his trademark hair the night before an ISU competition, without telling anyone, all for the sake of a surprise.

Victor hummed the tune to Stammi Vicino as he searched, taking his time. Yuuri saw him fumble with the clippers a little once they had been located, fidgeting with the settings. “You’re gonna do it…” The exhale was an attempt at steady, betrayed by a hitch.

“I said I’ll prove it to you, love. If you don’t believe me.” Victor rose and turned, clippers in hand.

Yuuri’s eyes met him. And did not back down. “Do it then.”

Victor thumbed at the switch, turning the device on. The bathroom filled with the buzzing, vibrating off the tile, waiting for either of them to break.

When Yuuri still said nothing, Victor lifted up the clippers with a flourish. Checked the settings. Looked back up at Yuuri. Still nothing. He turned to face the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and raised the clippers.

Yuuri’s heart began to panic inside his chest. He could see Victor’s blue eyes challenging him in the reflection of the mirror, could see himself leaning against the door of the bathroom in the corner. Then Victor raised the clippers to the edge of his hair, just by his ear.

The buzzing grew deafening and the clippers met the ends of Victor’s undercut—

“Alright! Stop, stop!”

Except that Victor didn’t. Despite the protest, he ran the comb of the clippers through his hair in a long swooping motion, drawing out a terrified shriek from Yuuri.

The very next second, Yuuri tore the clippers out of his hands, leaping to see the damage and—nothing.

Victor burst into laughter, all the more when Yuuri’s comically wide-eyes continued to search his untouched hairline.


“I took the blade out,” Victor said and held up the clippers for Yuuri to see. No blade. Victor’s hair remained intact.

Yuuri very slowly reached his hands up, running his fingers through Victor’s hair. Victor preened, just a little, leaning into Yuuri’s touch.

“You…” Yuuri started, voice soft and eyes slowly narrowing. He looked up at Victor through his lashes and Victor’s heart picked up. He knew that look, anticipation bubbling up inside him.

“You tricked me,” Yuuri whispered, leaning up and brushing his lips against Victor’s cheek. Victor’s fringe caught between them, tickling.

“Only a little,” Victor replied, waiting for Yuuri to kiss him properly.

Yuuri pulled back, looked at Victor’s mouth with dark eyes, and his grip tightened in his Victor’s hair. Then, Yuuri tugged. Harder than usual. Victor’s head tilted back, Yuuri’s lips just hovering.


“Coward,” Yuuri said, before releasing Victor entirely and walked out of the bathroom, hips swaying as he did so.

“Yuuri— wait, what?” Victor stammered, abandoned in the bathroom. Quickly turning off the clippers, he bounced after Yuuri and back down the hall towards the living area. Yuuri was in the kitchen, making tea with the coolest expression Victor had ever seen on him.


“And I thought you loved me,” Yuuri sighed heavily, in a manner most unlike him. “Should’ve known Victor Nikiforov would’ve loved his hair more than his dime a dozen fiancé.”

“Yuuri!” Victor whined, walking straight through the kitchen to wrap his arms around Yuuri’s waist, resting his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that, it was a joke!”

“Hmm,” Yuuri hummed, ignoring Victor. Victor tightened his grip, kissing Yuuri’s neck.

“Yuuri, please.”


“Yuuri!” The whimper sounded excessive even to Victor’s own ears, but he could not bring himself to care.

Then Yuuri started to shake in Victor’s arms. Panic flashes through Victor at the thought that Yuuri might be crying. He twisted so he could cup Yuuri’s face in his hands and rain down apologies, and then realized that Yuuri was laughing.

“…You’re teasing me.”

“Only a little,” Yuuri imitated, relishing Victor’s broken expression before leaning back, turning a bit to kiss at Victor’s cheek. “You teased me first.”

“Does this mean you believe me?” Victor asked, more than relieved. The joke had been a little cruel. But that expression on Yuuri’s face had been so worth it.

“Technically you still haven’t proven anything,” Yuuri reminded him, even as he touched another kiss to Victor’s cheek.

A hum came from Victor and he tapped at his lips with a finger in consideration. “I’ve got some baby pictures,” he offered and even in their current position of back to chest, he could see the glint in Yuuri’s eyes. The one he’s dubbed Yuuri’s fanboy sparkle.

He was proven to be right when Yuuri’s voice trembled a bit at the start of his response. “O-oh? Well, if they’re not in black and white.”

“Keep talking and I won’t show you all of them,” Victor responded, kissing Yuuri’s hair before bouncing off to find an old photo album probably crammed somewhere dusty.

“All the more proof that you really don’t love me.”

Victor whined all the way to the bookshelf.

anonymous asked:

So in Anabasis, I know you've mentioned Maul a few times (one of the reasons Anakin doesn't like Obi Wan is because he killed Maul before Anakin got the chance), but we don't really know that much about his relationship with Anakin. Maul would have been around since the beginning of Anakin's sith training, right? How did those two feel about eachother?

They hated each other.

Which was, of course, by design. Palpatine knew that one of the best ways to keep his pawns in line was to play them against each other.

Maul was actually responsible for most of Vader’s early training. Palpatine doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who can be bothered with teaching the basics. In canon, all of his apprentices came to him pre-trained by someone else. In this universe, Vader was a blank slate, but Palpatine already had Maul, who was fully trained in every form of combat. (And honestly probably a better duelist than Palpatine himself. It’s my longstanding headcanon that Palpatine actually isn’t that great with a lightsaber. He got pretty far in ROTS on the strength of his surprise reveal, but in general his modus operandi is that he’s the brains. He keeps his apprentices around to be the brawn.)

And making Maul teach Vader served several other purposes, as well. It meant that Maul was training his own replacement and he knew it, which served to exponentially increase Maul’s rage and his desperation to keep his position (and his life). That in turn made him even more brutal in his training methods than he already would have been, which made Vader hate Maul all the more - and gave him added incentive to become “strong” enough to defeat his teacher/tormentor. Palpatine could then set himself up as above all of the power squabbles of his apprentices: the all-knowing, unassailable Master, looking down from on high.

Neither Maul nor Vader once entertained the idea of turning on Palpatine. That wasn’t even a possibility. Their enemy was each other.

(This is part of the reason that Padme’s election as queen, in spite of Palpatine’s plans, was such a revelation for Vader. He’d been conditioned for years to view his Master’s power as absolute and unquestionable. He was the Master. His word was as good as reality. Until, suddenly, this unimportant girl outmaneuvered him, and all sorts of things Vader had never dared to even think about became newly and shockingly possible.)

Maul was always under orders not to permanently damage Vader. And no matter how he hated the slave brat, he wouldn’t disobey his Master. But he could hurt the boy in ways that wouldn’t damage his functionality. In pursuit of teaching him a lesson, of course. And Palpatine wouldn’t protect Vader from such lessons. If the boy was strong enough in the Dark Side, he’d be able to prevent them.

(Several of Vader’s scars, including the long lightsaber proximity burn that cuts diagonally from his right shoulder to his left hip, are actually scars he received from Maul, not from Jedi as Padme assumes.)

Baby Vader had endless revenge fantasies about what he would do to Maul once he was strong enough. And Palpatine, of course, always encouraged them. Not just because they steeped the boy in the Dark Side, but also (and maybe more importantly) because all of Vader’s rage and pain and fear were channeled in that way towards Maul, rather than towards Palpatine himself. So the idea of Maul became another way for Palpatine to keep control over Vader.

Then the Battle of Naboo happened (another thing that was never supposed to happen at all, but there was Queen Amidala again, throwing a wrench in Palpatine’s plans), and Kenobi killed Maul, and quite suddenly Vader was the Sith apprentice.

He, of course, believed he was ready and had been for years, but privately Palpatine certainly didn’t consider having a child apprentice to be very ideal. And there was the added problem that the chief object of Vader’s incredible hatred wasn’t there any more, and Palpatine needed to find some way of directing that rage. So he aimed Vader at the Jedi, and that was effective, though perhaps not so effective as Palpatine believed.

(And, of course, he never picked up on his apprentice’s youthful but never fully forgotten hero worship of Queen Amidala, the Girl Who Beat Him. And that turned out to be the greatest danger of all.)