he's like a warrior

pedanticsoothsayer  asked:

Multiples of seven for the SWTOR asks

7. Which player voice actor is your favorite and your least favorite?

Female inquisitor is probably my favorite - a great job of covering the various ways the class can be played (sarcastic, angry, sympathetic, slightly crazy, etc.). Other favorites - both smuggler voices, female agent and male sith warrior.

Least favorites? Nolan North sounds like he’s sleepwalking through his lines as the Jedi Consular. This is blasphemous, I know, but I also wasn’t really impressed with Jennifer Hale as the trooper - it didn’t feel like she went for much beyond “you can play Shepard” which was disappointing, since I’d rather see more differentiation.

14. Favorite planet story arc?

Republic Balmorra - really good job of making it feel like you were jumping into a war zone where even your ostensible allies weren’t necessarily thrilled to have you around. I could have done without the Barrager, though, as usual Bioware had no idea how to incorporate a superweapon into the story without making i stupid.

Imperial wise - probably Dromund Kaas. I like the intrigue, the environment and the insight into the various issues the empire faces even on its capital.

21. Which player ship is your favorite?

The Thunderclap may be ugly but I love how it’s a functional ugly, which is very appropriate for the class. Aesthetically, I’d go with the agent ship exterior (though I hate navigating it) and the Jedi ship internally.

I still think about how Michonne ,aka queen of the apocalypse, kicked Rick’s arm making him give up his spot on the couch and then 30 seconds later she’s all giggly and nervous holding his hand

Originally posted by yemme

me @ Ban Ryu  : What a total jerk! Why is he so rude and selfish to every body! I would punch him deadass in the face too if he ever tries to step up to me.

when he appears on the screen :

Originally posted by estelle-sim

me : 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

when he cries :

Originally posted by cyyphr

me : My heart why he gotta do this to me?!! 💔💔💔💔💔 BAN RYU RANG  is love okay??  He is just a misunderstood hardass but on the inside he is a softie who needs to open up more. He isn’t perfect but … but…he perfect to me!! PROTECT HIM AT ALL COST.

au where sokka is trans because in the water tribe it’s not so much about your genitals say as it is about what your heart says.

traditionally, in the southern water tribe the women are the benders, healers, spiritual leaders, and homemakers. the men are the warriors and hunters. most children spend time with the men and the women to decide which part of village life they’d like to partake in. and sokka, well he’s always wanted to be a warrior just like his dad.

none of the gaang ever really talk about it. katara is used to the concept. aang doesn’t care because they had a similar concept in the air nomads. toph really doesn’t give a shit and actually really likes the idea that sokka chose to be masculine.

Okay, I ought to work on this more but I am Tired™ so I’m gonna go shower and hit the hay because there’s work tomorrow.

(AU where no one tries to kill anyone else and they flirt to give other people aneurysms y/n?)

Someone please talk to me about the fact that King Butterfly knows what it means for a princess to be evaluated, and that fact that Baby annoys him because she eats all of his food, and why does that sound familiar, oh yeah, because that’s exactly how Baby treated Marco.

It’s all too easy to imagine a young Moon Butterfly, nearly fifteen years old and dreading her first evaluation. She pours over her spellbook, determined to memorize everything, and frowns when Glossaryck says, “You’re not ready for that one” because Glossaryck is always so honest, even when his words cut deep.

“Has a princess ever failed her evaluation?” she asks. Her voice is steady, practiced, and proper, undaunted by disappointment or hardship.

“Yes,” Glossaryck replies. “And even if they hadn’t, who’s to say that you couldn’t be the first?”

She doesn’t blink at that, doesn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. She will, later, many years down the line, when Chauncey falls in battle and the whole world is crumbling apart, she’ll show Glossaryck just how deeply things affect her and just how hard she can cry, but for now there’s only one person she shares those things with, and he’s well outside the palace walls.

River is quite something to see in his youth, fearsome and fearless and strong. Most would say he has hair like sunlight but it’s always reminded Moon of the stars, shining yellow and bright alongside her namesake. He’s so different from her own family, so wild and loud; he says exactly what he’s thinking and doesn’t hide it behind guile and double-meanings, false smiles and polite words. He introduces the revolutionary concept that it is alright to express one’s emotions, to shout when one is angry, or declare one’s love in the middle of a tourney, because the princess has bested many monsters and he hopes to one day be as capable as she.

Moon doesn’t admit, at first, how nervous she is or how frightened, but River can tell. River’s learned to read the way she holds her hands, or the way her mouth thins out to silently reflect what she’s feeling, and he pulls her away from the rowdy, rude Johansen clan and wraps his arms around her.

In time, they return to the palace. River likes it here about as much as Moon likes the Johansen’s; he can see it from her point of view, appreciate it in a way, because it’s a symbol of Mewman tradition, steeped in ceremony and significance. These things are as vital and natural to Moon as breathing, but to River it will never quite feel like home.

They lock themselves in the kitchen and delight in roast boar and little pastries that River cannot name but also cannot stop eating. It’s here that Baby finds them, and here that Moon’s evaluation begins; Baby asks her to pass an apple from the counter and Moon hesitates, her hands folded, her mouth thin.

Suddenly, River picks up the apple and tosses it. It flies over Baby’s shoulder and splatters against the wall, and River laughs from deep inside his gut and cries, “Do I pass? Am I a princess?”

The corners of Moon’s mouth curve ever slightly upwards, and all at once her fear is gone, because no matter how poorly she does, it won’t be as bad as that.

  • ji dwi: i think ban ryu is in love.
  • soo ho: nope, can't be.
  • yeo wool: what makes you so sure?
  • soo ho: because he's ban ryu.
  • sun woo: and that means what? that he can't have feelings?
  • soo ho: no, ban ryu have a heart of granite. he doesn't care about anything and he certainly do not fall in love with anything or anyone!
  • han sung: then explain why he's fawning over your sister?
  • soo ho: he's... he's...
  • ji dwi: you're just mad that he's got less time for you right?
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: ok but it's been a year and i'm still so emotional over stormpilot do you all remember how poe made finn feel like he belongs, like he isn't just one of those nameless warriors for the dark side and how he gave him a name and do you remember their reunion like it was the most romantic moment in movies that year not kidding and how poe fucking told finn hE LOOKS GOOD IN HIS JACKET AND THAT LIP BITE like if that's not flirting what the fuck is ok long story short I need them in my life and i'm not gonna lose hope that they're going to be canon bye

Title: Restless [Stephen Strange x Reader]

Summary: In which violent sleeping habits were discovered.ย 

Stephen learned several new things about you the first night you shared a bed together.

He initially discovered that once your head hit the pillow your mind closed itself for the night, even if you had just been wide awake partaking in ridiculously animated discussions mere moments before.

Having been disturbed by the immediate silence that engulfed the room as soon as you had settled and completely stilled beneath the covers, he slowly reached over and placed two trembling fingers on your neck to confirm that you still had a pulse.

However, as soon as his fingers made contact with your neck, he discovered you slept with frightening warrior like reflexes. The kick to the balls that you had rewarded him with, due to the contact he made, held such force and precision that it knocked the air he had been inhaling out of him.

Pained and shocked, he retreated to the very edge of the bed and eyed you with exaggerated wariness. He even stacked a pile of pillows down the middle of the bed in a pathetic attempt to create a barrier.

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