Hi, I agree with many things you pointed out in your analysis of what's going on with Soo-won. He believes that a good king cannot be kind because kindness will ruin a nation. However, I cannot say that I agree with that principle(and I don't think Yona does either). If you completely abandon kindness, how can you truly love your people? I'm guessing Yona, who is more balanced(she's willing to kill/use weapons when necessary but is ALSO kind), will prove Soo-won's method of ruling to be wrong.
Hello~! You highlight a point I’ve been thinking about in this arc regarding Soo-Won and Yona both, and their methods of confronting conflict within Kouka. I’ve noticed that both have the potential to wrongly(?) slip into the methods of their parents, and that this arc may be an important crunch time for both in showing how they’ve learnt from past mistakes.
As you mention, Soo-Won seems to be abandoning kindness for individuals in favour of Kouka as a whole. While this can be a great method for avoiding personal bias in leadership, I fear it could lead to Soo-Won breaking himself, making him truly amoral, where any method in ruling is okay if it brings a “greater good”. Imo, this could start to make him appear more like Yu-Hon, who we’ve been told (at least a little) was demanding but successful (in the eyes of the people at least) at what he did. But, we as the audience also know he was cruel and potentially even twisted in the mind, something that would be no good for Soo-Won to become.
On the flipside, Yona is trying to understand and learn from others - she’s far more personal and caring for individuals. She wants to avoid fighting where possible, but she runs the risk imo of becoming too much like Il. She trusted Kouren with her identity without seemingly considering consequences; she didn’t seem to have considered the aftereffects of no war (as Soo-Won had, mentioning uprises later) as if she just trusted that everything would be okay. Il’s rule was one that did maintain a flaky peace, but that kindness also hurt the people because he seemed rooted in always appeasing, never taking even when he should have. Though Yona has learnt more, I think she also needs to start seriously considering that, sometimes, force is necessary and people will not always listen to reason, even if reason seems so right and obvious: you can’t keep giving people chances if it’ll only let them abuse your kindness; you can’t always believe that people will be honest and trustworthy. It’s a sad reality, but also a true one. Yona obviously saw this the night Soo-Won betrayed her, and with her giving up the pin I think we’re starting to see that final step forward for her in coming to understand how to deal with such harsh people and situations. If she can deal with such a large-scale, far more political situation like Xing in a similar manner and really stand up, I think her transformation into a competent leader for Kouka might be finalised.
not to h8 or anything, but do ever feel slightly annoyed whenever people don't really appreciate seventeen as a whole, and just ver*non??? it makes me sad because i was showing my friend a picture of seventeen and i asked her which one she likes the best and she pointed at ver*non and said that he was hot so i was like ok, but are there any others you like??? and she was like nah and that made me slightly upset but idk why ://////
sorry for rambling btw
hdgfpaehp i mean u can’t force attraction or anything but i totally get what u mean. i remember when svt first debuted (and i was still a bts/exo blog) all i saw was gifs and pictures of vernon, and like nobody else. i mean, i don’t wanna get into too many nasty details (such as my sneaking suspicion that vernon was so popular in the beginning bc of his…uh….”non-asian” features & the general fetishization of pretty mixed kids), but if you care abt a group as much as we care abt svt we’re def going to feel hurt if someone doesn’t show the same amount of interest & love that we have for all the members. and if ur friend isn’t really a kpop fan then she’s prob just gonna focus on the one “hot” member no matter what :/
The future is a different country. Sometimes it’s hard to find home.
A What If Peggy (with the Serum) was in the ice with Steve AU (Steggy Secret Santa gift for @bisexualhayesmorrisons)
Note: This is… slightly more melancholy in tone than I’d really intended, especially at the beginning, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Also, this is not compliant with Peggy’s backstory in S2.
“I’ve gotta put her in the water,” Steve said, looking at her as she fiddled with the radio, trying to get someone on the line.
She didn’t acknowledge the words. She focused on the panel in front of her, but her shoulders were tense and the red nails of her empty hand bit into her palm. They had both looked at the instruments panel. It didn’t take fluency to know that whatever Schmidt had pressed earlier had locked them on course to New York. There wasn’t any choice, and they both knew it. The plane had to go down, and the only way to accomplish that now was to do it manually.
She looked over at him, her hair mussed and falling in her eyes after the fighting with Schmidt. She watched him with resignation for a moment. She’d always known there was the possibility that they might not live to see the end of the war, but right now it was overwhelming. She sighed and went still, when Steve reached out to take her hand, gently pressing his gloved fingers against her clenched ones, prompting her fingers uncurling to wrap tightly around his. Some of the tension ebbed away from her frame, but there was a fear there that wouldn’t be assuaged with a mere touch.
“If I could just find the bloody frequency-” Peggy grumbled, adjusting the radio panel with her free hand. There was a pop and crackle before static.
“I’m sorry, Peggy.”
She sighed. “I know.”
Ice stretched across the horizon, a white blanket. There was a moment of regret and pain for all the things neither of them would get to see now. All those plans and promises they’d both acknowledged but never quite made were going to end here in the cold. When Steve let go of her hand to take hold of the stick, Peggy laid her hand on top of his and nodded.
Together, they pushed, sending the plane careening down toward the ice below.
“I guess we won’t make that dance after all,” Steve said, looking at her. He laughed, a sad chuckle that sent a lance through her heart. “Probably for the best, I would have hated to step on your toes.”
Peggy was tempted to laugh. Of all the things for him to worry about- even if it was for nothing. “Far worse things have happened to me than you stepping on my toes, Steve.”
He smiled sadly. “We could have had the band play something slow.”
Peggy woke gasping, a sharp prickle running across her skin like needles. It was a feeling of ice in her veins. She had dreamed of the crash before, the feeling of the wind and the cold and the searing pain that followed. It was never the same twice, sometimes she dreamed of other horrors: of the Schmidt’s red skull laughing as the plane went down in flames and the feel of blood pooling at her feet and covering her hands.
Guys…. Yesterday I lashed out a tiny bit and my ask box was getting heavy and I was so afraid to even open it. So I asked my friend to take a look at the messages for me and she told me it was safe to look because pretty much every single message and comment of all those dozens that I received yesterday were the most heartwarming. So I went ahead and read them all and broke down weeping uncontrollably because you are all so so so sweet and wonderful and kind, I cannot even explain it… thank you so much with all my heart for being so understanding and supportive. Whenever I feel like I’m getting overwhelmed or begin feeling pressured, you help me remember how amazing it is to be part of this community, and my gratefulness is not only brought back to the surface but also multiplies a million times. Really. I’m just some random sad nerd who fell in love with a fictional world and wants to recreate it out of my imagination, and you are here being with me and loving it. Thank you so so so SOOOoooosnsdsfehgu much. Really. Truly. Love you all, even if you don’t really care that much, I still love you and am grateful for you. You don’t have to be here, but you are, and you appreciate whatever I manage to give. Thank you ❤
P.S. I’ll try to respond to the off-anon messages as soon as I have time!!
Andrew: I hate everyone but I’m going to do what this boy wants.
Neil: Nothing weird about that.
Team: Why does Andrew do what you ask him to?
Neil: No idea. Let’s not speculate.
Wymack: Just make sure this isn’t going to be my problem.
Neil: Huh, weird thing to say. Gotta get back on that. Anyway, moving on.
Neil: You hate me.
Andrew: That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.
Me: That escalated quickly.
i was thinking about the scene where Magnus gives Alec back his bow & quiver &is all 'idk how to use these' & i was thinking that Magnus is old af he definitely has been around since the bow &arrow was a commonly used weapon & i know he primarily uses magic but what if he's still trained with weapons? Like, can you imagine how many cute as heck archery competitions Malec would have if Magnus was good with a bow, they would get so competitive and flirty omg i didnt know i needed that til now
Wow, thanks, Anon, for making me all emo again. Because duh…. if this is not canon, I don’t know what is. Let’s be real, Magnus lived for centuries, so of course he knows how to use a bow. I am also pretty sure that, even though he might use magic when it comes to fighting on the battle field and all, he knows how to use other weapons as all. I mean, just look at him, being all bad ass, fierce eyes and body strained, but on the other hand those fluid movements? The elegant way when being deadly precise with that weapon of his choice?
Damn, give me bamf!Magnus all the time. The content I am here for.
But well, yeah, Magnus again trying to convince Alec that he has no idea how to use that bow like he did when they both played pool? So Alec leaning in, his chest against Magnus’ back, warm breath caressing Magnus’ ear while he helps Magnus to steady his posture and teach him how to hold that bow. While Magnus is trying very hard not to smile that fondly smile. Or grab Alec and throw him on the ground and kiss him senseless.
So he really tries to put on an unfazed expression, playing the oh so eager student who just wants to do it right. When Magnus finally shots that arrow and it hits right into the yellow ring. “Not that bad.”
Alec just stares, arms crossed. He shakes his head. “You did it again.” He tries to sound grimmly but Magnus sees that he is fighting back a grin.
“What are you talking about, my dear, Alexander?”
Alec huffs. “Shut up. I am going to get you another bow and then I wil teach you how to shot an arrow.”
Magnus beams. “Oh, Alexander. I didn’t know that you can play dirty.” He wiggles his brows.
Alec tilts his head. “You know, you are going to lose against me, right?”
Magnus’ lips curl into a sly smile. “Wanna bet?”
Alec rolls his eyes but he laughs. “Game on.”
Which leads to these two competitive shits shooting arrows until dawn comes. Neither wanna lose or declare defeat. Not until Magnus may or may not start to get Alec distracted with accidentally touching his arm and leaning into him and placing a soft kiss onto his neck. Alec may or may not miss but he grabs Magnus by his wrist and may or may not kiss him in the middle of the archery field. After some passionate kisses, they both agree to continue this tomorrow.
“I am still better at this, you know?” Alec says with so much pride and a gleeful smirk while tugging Magnus back into the institute.
Magnus chuckles. “Whatever you say, darling.”
Oh, he will teach that cheeky nephilim a lesson. Later. Tonight. In the bedroom. And Alec will be begging. This is gonna be so much fun. Magnus grins while entwining this fingers with Alec’s. Alexander Gideon Lightwood. The best thing that ever happened to him.
So, I guess it’s @stylesunchained‘s birthday or something (although shhh, she doesn’t want to talk about it! Because at 23…).
It’s been just shy of a year since she stalked me (her words) and decided she wanted to be my friend. It was actually all a very well thought out plan, which I didn’t learn the real details of until recently (”I could tell you were a very private person, so I didn’t push” – that’s diabolical, let me tell you).
There’s nothing private anymore. Who’s sorry now?
I’m trying to get through this maintaining a casual, aloof, vaguely roasting tone, but I don’t think I’m going to succeed. ANYWAY.
In 9 months, she’s become one of my fiercest and aggressive supporters and closest friends. She listens to me, she humors me, she lets me flip out and talk me down from the ledge, she makes sure I know that I and my feelings matter, and she also wrote me one of the very few pieces of fanfic into which I’ve been able to insert myself. AND it had smut in it, and if anyone knows how much she loves Harry, you know how much of a feat that was for her to accomplish.
(EXCLUSIVE: footage of B writing Pretty Eyes below.)
She’s got not even half an idea how amazing she is, and it’s going to be a long struggle trying to get it in her brain, but I’m up for it, cause it won’t even measure up to a quarter of what she’s done for me (EVEN IF SHE REFUSES TO ADMIT IT). She’s kind, and funny, and loyal, and fair, and ALSO ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE EVER!? And I’m very happy to have her with me and to call her my friend.
So, I guess it all boils down to: thanks for stalking me.
hey, uh, sorry for disturbing you. i'm a fan of your art! i really admire it! i have something to ask... Apparently, I've had enough of one of my classmate's (the president on top of that) attitude. then he said something hurtful but meant for a joke and i took it the wrong way and misunderstood. I told him off that his attitude was the worst and stuff. then later on, he kept rambling about how he was appointed as the leader and the like. wifi was slow so i had to quit/leave -to be continued-
When Mameha declines from attending the Baron’s party, Hatsumomo viciously asks ‘taking care of a little nuisance?’. While never fully divulged in the film, the book goes onto explain that Mameha had gone for an abortion.