he used to do this to me all the bastard time

I want to talk about Cassian...

Because of course I do. But I have been having some thoughts about him and his position both within the Inner Circle but also what he does in a wider sense for Rhys and the Night Court and the challenges he must have faced in doing so. 

“And we’re not lesser faeries, though some try to call us that. We’re just—Illyrians. Considered expendable aerial cavalry for the Night Court at the best of times, mindless soldier grunts at the worst.
“Which is most of the time,” Azriel clarified.

I want to consider how this idea must have shaped Cassian (and Azriel)’s time in the Night Court. This is the court a large chunk of which rejected Rhys – the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history in part because he was half-Illyrian. I don’t think it’s a huge stretch to imagine that this prideful court might not have reacted altogether that well when their armies were placed under the command of a bastard born pure Illyrian warrior like Cassian.

To them the Illyrians are ‘expendable’ or else ‘mindless soldier grunts’ they’re arrow fodder, they’re the consistent vanguard that does the brunt of the damage and takes the brunt of the blows from the oncoming battle and protects the far more important, far more valuable High Fae and faerie warriors of the Night Court behind them. They’re a shield and a battering ram, a tool to be used and little more.

I can’t imagine that they took well to having Cassian placed over them as commander, no matter how he might have proved himself in battle these sort of stereotypes and ways of thinking aren’t something you overcome because of a few good war stories. I can only imagine the backlash that Cassian suffered as a result of this and how these people he would lay down his life to protect more than likely thought him entirely unworthy of his position, unworthy of respect, unworthy of the honour of command, unworthy to lead them.

But I don’t really want to focus too much on that aspect of it. I want to focus on Cassian. And I want to focus on the way in which I think he would have won these warriors over (because he still commands Rhys’ armies. If he’d been unable to do so, unable to earn their loyalty and obedience he wouldn’t)

Methods of controlling/keeping subjects and inferiors in line is something that is brought up in this series. It’s not given a huge amount of attention but it is there. Tamlin is a good example of the other side of Cassian’s coin.

Tamlin and the Spring Court before him is steeped in a tradition of control and control through fear. This is seen on a small scale with the way in which Tamlin responds to Lucien pushing back, he belittles Lucien, “Did I ask for your opinion?”  and uses his considerable power to punish Lucien for an insolent look (a punishment we’re never shown which adds to the sense of fear) 

But it’s seen on a larger scale with the Tithe. People are expected to pay their dues to him and they turn up and do so yes because it’s a symbiotic balance in a way – they provide for Tamlin and he keeps them safe – but also from the fear of him hunting them down and executing them if they don’t do as they’re commanded.

This method is no doubt successful but in the long term it has some very serious, gaping flaws. Ruling with fear leaves little room for anything else and I don’t think it inspires a whole lot of loyalty or respect.

The flip side of this is I think the method that Cassian would have used to bind his warriors to him. I can’t see Cassian ordering brutal punishments or executions for those who refuse to fall in line with him (largely because initially this would likely have meant executing pretty much everyone) I don’t think fear or brutality would have appealed in the least to Cassian (I don’t think he’s a pushover; and if someone betrays them or acts out of turn he will punish them) but initially, making people fall in because they fear him isn’t something I can see him doing.

I think Cassian would have won them to him with love. With compassion and empathy and that heart of his. I think Cassian, the greatest warrior Rhys has ever known, doesn’t use that aspect of himself to command fear and make his men too terrified of his wrath to disobey them – I think he inspires love in his men and I think this love breeds the loyalty and respect that Tamlin is lacking which is why Cassian has been so successful as a commander in the past.

Rhys loosed a breath. “…I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes even mourn them.

There’s such compassion in Cassian, raw, strong, utterly unapologetic compassion. I think that in spite of being one of the strongest Illyrians in history and being loaded with the killing power, despite everything that’s been done to him and everything he’s seen Cassian retains quite a tender heart. Which is so rare from this type of male character? The cocky warrior with the skills and title to back that up is allowed to have that gentleness to him, is allowed to respond to the things he’s done in this way, is allowed to throw his guts up after killing, is allowed to mourn his enemy because he feels what he’s done so keenly.

Cassian is a warrior at heart. Born and bred and trained to be one of the best killers in Prythian but I think he’s far deeper and more complex than that. He is not only a warrior. He is a trainer and a brother, a friend, a lover and a dreamer. He is not defined by this warrior status. He is not a bloodthirsty killer who delights in battle and argues for war as the way forward in every instance. He is a fighter – the best Rhys has ever come across – but he doesn’t relish it. He doesn’t relish violence or death. He doesn’t take any pleasure in it. He doesn’t claim glory from the things he’s done or the title he holds.

Cassian shrugged, wings tucking in tighter. “I command Rhys’s armies.”
As if such a position were something that one shrugged off. 

But for Cassian that is the way he responds to it because that may be the title that he holds but it is not who he is. It does not define him. His pride does not lie in the number of warriors he has at his disposal, the number of men he can send to slaughter and die. It does not lie in the great, bloody deeds he’s done in war. It does not lie in the people he has killed. It lies in the people he has saved. Which is why Cassian mourns his enemies, the people he’s killed, the people that need not have died, the people that might have been saved and weren’t. All of them. Friend or foe.

When she finally noticed Cassian, she looked up at him.
His voice was rough as he said, “Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house—your people. I can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it most.”

This I think is one of the most telling and important moments for sussing out who Cassian is and that last line in particular I think is one of the most defining Cassian quotes I can think of. It tells you what he values, it tells you what he loves, it tells you why he fights which is the most important question for someone like Cassian in the position that he’s in. He must always be ready to fight and die; he must always be able to rationalise it and justify it and live with it afterwards especially when he responds to death the way he does: he must know why he fights and what for.

This is a man who fights because he must. This is a man who fights not for glory or honour or riches or legacy or for the simple pleasure of violence and killing. This is a man who fights for love. For compassion. A man who does these things because he has to, to protect those who cannot protect themselves - for this he will die, for this he will blacken his soul and bloody his hands with the acts of war that make him sick to his stomach again and again and again. To defend those who need it most.

The wrappings around my hands were now mere smudges of soot. Cassian’s upraised palms remained before me—ready to take the blow, if I needed to make it. “I’m all right,” he said quietly. Gently.
And maybe I was exhausted and broken, but I breathed, “I killed them.”
I hadn’t said the words aloud since it had happened.
Cassian’s lips tightened. “I know.” Not condemnation, not praise. But grim understanding.

This whole scene is beautifully written and put together and incredibly moving and it’s something I fully intend to meta on and pick apart much more completely than this when I reach it again in ACOMAF. But for Feyre for her recovery, for her grief and guilt this moment where she expresses it out loud is a huge turning point for her and incredibly important. But for Cassian too, for understanding him it’s hugely important for his character as well.

This was one of the first moments where I truly saw Cassian; saw the man behind the fighting leathers and the cocky smiles, saw to that burning heart he has inside. This is a point at which you realise that Cassian is a fighter and a warrior and a killer but in spite of all that, deep down, I don’t think that’s what defines him the most. It’s not the core of him, it’s not the heart of him. It’s an aspect of him, a very important one but it’s not the be all and end all of his character or existence.

Which again is something we very rarely see from characters like Cassian who are built up to be great warriors and fighters. They’re so rarely allowed to have the raw emotion that Cassian has. They would so rarely be allowed to make an admission like this, to respond in this way to an act of selfless heroism. He doesn’t try and rationalise it for her or justify it or offer her glory or try and brush it off. He doesn’t pity her. He doesn’t condemn her. He doesn’t praise her. He just understands her.

This is a man of empathy. A man who looks at Feyre Cursebreaker, the girl they hero worship for the thing that makes her vomit her guts up every single night, the thing that torments her awake and asleep, the thing that makes her feel that ‘it should have been me’ and simply says ‘I know’.

 Cassian understands this, understands her, because when history remembers them their legacy will not be cold sweats and fickle dreams. It will not be their grief and sadness for every death on every side. It will be as heroes. With no thought of the price of that heroism, the weight they carry, the blood they can never wash off. It will remember him as the army leader, one of the strongest Illyrians in history, the greatest warrior of his age. It will remember the people he killed. The great deeds he performed. The slaughter and the glory of the warrior incarnate. I hope it does not forget why. I hope it does not forget his heart. 

anonymous asked:

Got any Jeongguk pining after Taehyung? aka Taehyung is the cold hearted bastard/unattainable/heartbreaker/playahhh/popular guy who gets confessed to first? (Tae doesn't have to be cold lol just an example tho)

Heya, I hope these’ll do! ^-^ you can also check out the bottom!Jungkook and angsty/loner!Taehyung tags for the previously recommended fics   

  • Jungkook pining after Taehyung

✄ Take Me Home (Take It Slow) Jungkook is an idol and Taehyung is his chaebol sponsor.

✄ Damon’s Conviction Loving him, Jungkook supposes, was as inevitable as that first peek of light across the horizon at sunrise, creeping up and then encompassing him all at once.

✄ Of Denials And Not-So-Secret Crushes “Kookie!! You wouldn’t believe what just happened!” Jeon Jungkook sighed heavily as he bid goodbye to his French fries and a quiet lunch break. He heard excited pattering of footsteps coming closer to him and, thankfully, had looked up just in time as he saw a blur jump on him. He should be used to this really, but he still gets his breath taken away each and every time his best friend does it. (And no, it’s not because he’s in love with Taehyung or anything like that. Really, it’s not)

  • Taehyung can’t get his shit together

Trust Your Heart If The Seas Catch Fire “Sometimes I wonder whether you’d be better off without me. Whether you really need me at all.“Taehyung has always doubted his necessity to the group, as well as to Jungkook. Usually a knock on the head would suffice to bring him back to his senses. But this time, it seems someone was listening to his request. Now, everything has changed. He’s in a world where Jungkook and the rest of the group are still famous, but he isn’t.

✄ Maybe We Can Be (Each Other’s Company) In which Jeongguk is an idol, and Taehyung is a dedicated fan account.

✄ You Belong With Me How was Taehyung supposed to go on everyday looking at his best friend who he’s known all his life and hiding such a huge secret from him? He hated that he had to put on a fake smile every day so that Jungkook wouldn’t see. Every day he just tried to make believe that it didn’t hurt, seeing Jungkook with someone who wasn’t him, but that just made it worse. How he wished he could just come out and say it. Tell him, “Jungkook, you belong with me.”

  • top!Taehyung/bottom!Jungkook 

Suit & Tie When the heads of several major organizations are forced to work together, there’s no telling what could happen. More specifically, two of Seoul’s most powerful bachelors meet and butt heads instantaneously. It was inevitable. They were both young. Both extremely wealthy. Both domineering. Both made up of pure, unadulterated masculinity. But beneath the immense competitivity and the unnerving need to outdo the other, an underlying passion builds, wisps of heat, growing into something so much bigger; something so much more delectable. The fight to see who comes out on top has more meanings than one.

✄ When Yes Means No, No Means Yes, and I Hate You Means Kiss Me You Fool Basically, Tae can’t decide whether he’s a super dork or a sex fiend, Kookie is lowkey squishy, Hobi is a loudmouthed, hotheaded cutie, Yoongi is chill (and also maybe high, who knows), Jimin is a clingy shit, and Namjin are some bomb ass parents (aka, not dealing with the fuckbags they call kids)

✄ Ditched Jeon Jungkook had had a hectic week so Kim Namjoon (Not actually present, sorry) set him up with a girl who ditched him for being late. Jungkook went to their arranged destination all the same in the hopes of finding someone else but he received a pleasant surprise in the form of Kim Taehyung who made him laugh and gave him what he wanted.

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✄ Admin Amanda ^-^

But seriously though

Like, can you imagine how crazy it would make Sirius that Remus was taller?

Like, Sirius was always the tall one. And James was only a little bit shorter, so it was no fun to tease him. Peter was too sensitive, so Remus became his all-time favorite target with short jokes. Like, he’d use Remus’ head as an arm rest, or at breakfast he’d purposely serve Remus two less pancakes than everyone else because “The muggles call it a ‘short stack’ Remus just like you”

But then the summer before sixth year, everything changes. Remus hits a massive growth spurt that skyrockets him to over six foot, and his limbs are so lanky he doesn’t even know what to do with himself. And he thinks he’s so damn awkward but actually he is an adorable baby deer-wolf aww

And he goes back to Hogwarts and is waiting in the traincar for his friends, and Sirius swaggers in like a cheeky little bastard and exclaims “Moony! Give me a hug, you devilish fiend!”

And Remus stands up to hug him and suddenly Sirius has to crane his neck upwards and the chatterbox that is Sirius Black is stunned into silence because “Oh Merlin Remus is so damn tall”

Oh, from there on out, you can bet your ass that Remus NEVER let it go. Oh no. He gave it to Sirius ten times thicker than Sirius ever did him, because it is not often Remus gets to take revenge

And after these two assholes get together Remus chooses to call Sirius pet names like “Dear Heart” and “Sweet Star” and Sirius thinks all of the teasing is behind them

But one day during a furious snog in their dorm Remus pulls away and whispers softly in Sirius’ ear “I have a surprise for you”

And it’s a fucking Be-Jeweled step-stool with Sirius’ name on it in hot pink sparkles

Enstars: Dengeki Girl’s Style December 2015

Thank you Nanami for letting me use their scan!

Released in November 2015.
Yumenosaki Academy’s Club Journal part 2
Light Music Club: Club Practice

Story by Happy Elements
Illustration by Gao Yuzuki


Koga: Hey hey, it’s time to practice! You guys here?

Hinata: Yeeep. We are heeere.

Yuta: We are ready to go since before you came in, Oogami-senpai.

Hinata: He has to learn from his juniors. Right, Yuta-kun?

Yuta: That’s right. …Although you started screwing around midway and made me do the rest!

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rhett knocked his lego over with his finger as he sat down in the middle of elijah’s apartment. the brothers had drifted even farther apart lately, especially after rhett expressed his dislike for the elder male’s boyfriend. wesley reminded him that dexter wasn’t taking elijah away from him and that it’d all been in his head. but every time he met up with the other twin it didn’t feel like how it used to. rhett turned his head to look at his brother who in turn sat on the couch texting lord knows who. PROBABLY his boyfriend. “elijah do you want to help me apply to college? i have no idea what major i want to do and i’m scared too ask dad.” the only reason their father had even been putting up with his nutcase of a bastard child had been due to wesley’s constant pleads for it. “i know you’re busy with other stuff but it’d be cool for you to pay attention to me sometimes?” 

@lovclikewar

El Zorro - Peter Parker x Reader

So this is based on this.

Thank you to @xjimneycricketx​​ for letting me continue this

I also used the same gifs as the previously mentioned beauty :)

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“Jarvis, give me your status on (Y/N).”, said Tony, as he flew through the city.

“Unfortunately, I cannot do that sir.”, said Jarvis.

“What the hell? Why not?”, said Tony.

“I believe (Y/N) and Pepper worked on my programming, and my geographical positioning system now malfunctions when attempting to track her.”, said Jarvis.

“Shit,”, Tony mumbled to himself, “Jarvis, take me to Spiderman.”.

“Right away sir”, said Jarvis.

Iron-man flew off into the sky, thinking of all the times he had caught the masked bastard with his daughter on roof tops, but hadn’t seen his face.

Far away in an alley, (Y/N) was with Peter, not Spiderman, and she wasn’t even in her Avengers suit.

(Y/N) had invisibility powers, and it was the only reason her dad let her on the team: to snoop around efficiently on HYDRA bases. She was closer to Steve than Tony liked, but she was still an important, though minor, addition to the team.

And while saving the world and knowing she was making a difference was her passion, it drowned her in more publicity than she wanted.

“C’mon Zorro! One more spray!”, she laughed at the poor geek in front of her, who could never hurt a soul, yet was subject to her horrible influence.

“(Y/N), I did it already! Let’s go and stop laughing so loudly, before your dad comes here.”, he said pulling her close to him.

(Y/N) took Peter here so he can “stop being so damn good for once”. Peter only agreed because he ran out of webfluid and he needs to wait for more to arrive in the mail. But he didn’t know she’d make him spray paint a wall!

“Oh my God please spray paint the Zorro symbol!”, she shouted as the idea occurred to her. Peter immediately put his hand on her mouth to make her quiet.

She slowly lowered his hand and beckoned quietly, “Pleaaase?”.

Peter grabbed the spray can from the ground and shook it while sighing. (Y/N) let out an excited squeak and watched in evil satisfaction.

“There! Zorro was here, and so was Snoopy, and Wonderwoman. Let’s go now before we get caught!”, he said.

“No, no, no! Tell me Peter, did I make you feel like a rebel?”, (Y/N) said with her cute smile, knowing her baby face contradicted her words.

Peter smiled at (Y/N) and looked at her lips, pulling her close to him by the waist.

“Yes (Y/N), you make me feel like a rebel.”, he said.

(Y/N) felt lightheaded, but excited, and she smiled as she leaned into the kiss.

They continued to kiss in eachothers arms, and Peter deepened the kiss, their mouths moving slowly.

Suddenly, they saw flashing lights through their eyelids. When they opened them, it was the police, monitoring the area with their sirens turned off. They began to get out of the car.

“Oh shit.”, he whispered to her.

(Y/N) began to laugh hysterically at this unfortunate situation.

After being handcuffed, the pair of police officers started to lead them to their car, when Peter bumped his shoulder into hers and looked at the night sky.

“Fuck! My dad is here.”, she whispered. Peter started panicking and the cops just stared at the superhero coming our way.

“Oh shit! Oh shit!”, he said.

“Excuse me, officer.”, said Iron-Man as he landed in his suit, making a show on purpose.

The black female officer wasn’t having it, but her partner was.

“Can I help you?”, she said with a twinge of attitude.

“I believe you are arresting my daughter, the Invisible Girl.”, Tony said as he stepped out of his suit.

“Oh! How convenient. She doesn’t look very invisible to me.”, she said.

All eyes landed on me, including Peter.

I turned invisible for a few seconds then turned back, to confirm my identity.

“I wouldn’t turn invisible to run from the cops though.” I said, a half lie. I wouldn’t turn invisible to run from the cops around Peter.

I really like him.

“Mr.Stark, your daughter was found defacing private property along with this young gentleman whom we identified as Peter Parker.”, she said.

My dad chuckled. “Peter Parker.”, he repeated as he stared at Peter menacingly. Oh god, does he know? Does he know he’s Spiderman now?

“Dad, Peter is my friend from the Daily Bugle.”, I said, trying to save him.

“Sure he is.”, said Tony sarcastically.

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I really felt like this ended quickly, and I might even do a part two, just because Peter Parker

OH NO YOU DON’T

sussexbound:

That last bit about burning 221b.  When I heard that Arwel was selling off the last of all the extra rolls of wallpaper they had for the 221b set at Sherlocked Con, I was shocked.  They still have at least 6 more episodes to film.  What would they do if the wallpaper was torn or damaged?

And that is when it hit me–they’re going to destroy that set.  Just what you said, 221b is Sherlock’s heart.  We are given that beautiful scene of him running his fingers over the flocked wallpaper in the lounge as he is dragging himself back to life for John.  When he envisions the love he has for John, it’s always in the context of that flat.  The flat is his home, his place of comfort and safety, and now that John is married and living away from there, every object in the flat is fraught with sentiment and memories of their time together.

So, I am 99.9% sure that they are going to burn 221b to the ground (whether Mrs. Hudson dies during this fire, or not, remains to be seen.  I think that Mrs. Hudson will be written out in Season 4, just because Una Stubbs is getting so ederly, and probably won’t be able to do Season 5, if we wait another two years after Season 4 airs to get it).  They did a similar thing at the end of Season 5 of the X-Files.  They burned Mulder and Scully’s office to a crisp, and their office was really their version of 221b.

Honestly, seeing Baker St. burn is going to break my heart.  But, I think that absolutely everything is going to be stripped from Sherlock in Season 4.  I think it is going to be brutally painful.  In the end, the only thing that John and Sherlock are going to have left is each other.

SUSSEX NO

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

WE’RE WRONG WE’RE BOTH WRONG YOU’LL SEE

swear to god, pull this again and I’m gonna hop on a plane, fly to wherever the fuck you live, ring your doorbell, smack you once across the face, and head back to the airport.

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: everyone's all hyped up about half a presses and QPUs but nobody will acknowledge the underlying horror of what scuttlebug was put through scuttlebug moved his goddamn home he was almost flattened by falling boulders in the process only to be tricked into infinitely lunging raising himself far beyond his comfort level and then be frozen in that position for 12 hours with nothing to do but ponder his inevitable demise he was used and thrown away for some twisted bastard's cruel experiment do not be fooled into believing scuttlebug was a willing participant of this gross perversion of space and time i will not stand for it justice for scuttlebug do not go gentle into that good night you sweet prince

Struck an uneasy truce with my boss for the day. He got tipped $20 for the group we ran together and offered to buy me coffee. We made awkward but pleasant conversation, mainly about places we’d like to visit. I like him better when he is exhausted and hungry. It wasn’t sketchy at all up until the end, when he explained that he gets so many tips because he’s so good at manipulating people. “I study NLP, which allows me to plant ideas in people’s heads to make them do what I want,” he said, and admitted that it’s not really supported by science but seems to work for him. “That’s how I manage to get girls to flash me and customers to leave huge tips. I used to make full-time pay while working only three days a week because I could convince people to just give me money.” How long until *this* one starts screaming at me to rip out his heart and sacrifice him to his patron deity?