i haven't watched this show in a while and i miss it

dreamingpink  asked:

can i talk about Pearl for a second? bc even tho i haven't watched su in a while, this bothers me sm whenever i think about it. ever since rose's scabbard, i was so shocked at pearl for 100% willing to let steven die, and not helping him when he barely keeps himself from falling. i was really, really hoping pearl would improve in her behavior and apologize for her actions, so i didn't dislike her too much at the time. i gave her the benefit of the doubt. she hasn't changed much at all has she?

the glare alone she gives him was chilling to me,

what this glare said to me was just “i hate you you ruined my perfect world with your existence”

but that’s just my onion someone could read it a different way too ig but the inexcusable part is the next scene,where only after he plummets down after missing the ledge does she show any concern for his life (or roses gem oops) luckily Steven was able to grab on to the roots and save himself from DYING, but them she just LOOKS at him from the top of the island for like 2 seconds and goes back to crying about rose. Steven could have fallen at any point when he was climbing and pearl just, didn’t care?? she was facing the opposite direction of him on the other side of the island the next time we see her???

like wtf  the worst part was when he climbs up to the top and shes just like

“hm, so anyway do you have any of roses memories? :/”

and bombards us with never before seen interaction with rose and pearl it kinda feels like they’re dangling keys in front of the viewers face to distract us from how shitty pearl has been the whole episode and manipulate us into sympathizing with her or something.

idk this whole scene in a mess in retrospect. And to answer ur question no she hasn’t changed much, if anything shes gotten worse

ellitree  asked:

How do you find time to parent, work and fandom? I just had a baby in Jan and I haven't had time to *read* fic, much less write it!

Okay, so IMO the first year totally sucks!  And then–spoiler alert! - the second year also totally sucks!–which I personally found shocking because I thought, oh, it will get better, and then, no, it didn’t. And then there’s all sorts of despair that sets in. And you think, my god, nobody told me there was so much fucking manual labor in this, I did not go to school for for my whole fucking life and get all these degrees just to be carrying an enormous stroller with a kid in it down three flights of stairs, ow, my spine!  And I am covered in bruises! And then maybe you start to drink, you know, just a little, to deal with the colossal, colossal boredom of watching a small person lurch around from thing to thing because it is OMG SO DULL and yet you know for a goddamned fact that should you, say, look away for TEN SECONDS or try to read a page of writing they will KILL THEMSELVES and it will be your fault. (Ask me about how my son managed to hurt himself with a salad spinner.  No, don’t ask me. I still have PTSD.) Anyway you live like Alex in Clockwork Orange with toothpicks holding your eyes open, captive to the dullest show on earth. You will go on vacation and realize, no, this is not a vacation, this is just about watching the small person even more than usual because they are in new situations that can kill them, many of them now involving water. (Ask me about–no, don’t.) Your nerves are in shreds. And you think, wow, I will never get out of this and plus this child is getting heavy and still pooping himself, and I still have to lift them up onto the goddamned changing table. 

And then just when you’re about to give up, somewhere in the next year, between 2-3, they suddenly figure out the toileting thing and begin to say things like, “hey, can I have a bagel?” and honestly, from that point on it is more or less smooth sailing in my experience, at least comparatively. Once I wasn’t having to cart around formula and weird toddler meals and food and jars and diapers and wipes and all that stuff, fencing everything in, gates everywhere; once the kid could use the bathroom and ask for a bagel, it was like, okay, I can cope from this point on.  

Then there is what me and my friends call the five year facelift, because all of a sudden people go, “Hey, wow, you look great!”–because around year five they suddenly go to school for a big chunk of the day. And suddenly you can take a real shower and get your hair done and go to the gym and wear a shirt that’s not covered in baby spit and/or that you haven’t slept in, and your skin clears up.  

Your mileage may of course vary! I am told that many people really like small children and prize the early years, blah blah, baby smell. I am not one of those people. Things are to me infinitely better now that my son is a young hedonist with a sophisticated palate who shares my love of travel, who I am teaching to play cards with me as the mark of a civilized person, and who I am waiting to be old enough to bar-tend and clip for me from the London Review of Books.

Vis a vis work, I was pretty tired and there is a 2-3 year publishing gap on my CV, where I made a person, you know?  I missed deadlines for the first and only time in my life, which made me feel horrible. Vis a vis fandom, I now and then go back and read my Sherlock stories, which were the ones written during those years, and I am surprised to find that they’re quite good, considering that in my memory I clawed them out of my eyeballs word by agonizing word while screaming. The writing came back, though, like it did after I quit smoking (the other time I thought, yeah, I’m done - but I wasn’t done then either.)

I’m sorry, what was the question?

anonymous asked:

What would your response be to ppl saying that Clarke betraying the Grounders in the last episode is exactly like Lexa leaving the skaikru in Mt. Weather? I haven't watched this season so idk all the details of what went down with that bunker business and my hunch is that those ppl (i.e. blarkes) are once again twisting/over simplifying things to demonize Lexa/prop up blarke (they think the purpose of the "parallel" is to bash Lexa and present Bell as the real hero who will "correct" Clarke)

My response would be filled with very impolite words but I’m not gonna do that. Instead, I’m just gonna explain how that parallel not only is wrong, but it’s nonexistent. People are so busy demonizing characters that they miss what the show has been literally screaming at us for a few episodes now.

So, if you pay attention, you’ll notice how evident it is that the parallel everyone is looking for isn’t with Lexa, but instead, with the Mountain Men.

But let me go in order. Throughout this season (and even before if we consider all the interviews on this topic) it has been made clear what Clarke’s approach to the upcoming apocalypse would be: try to save everyone. No more Grounders vs Skaikru, us vs them. She transcended tribalism, as it was repeated more than once. Now, while I do believe this is something Clarke already had in her (not as much as some people in the fandom seem to think, but that’s a story for another post), this progress has been shown as a consequence of her relationship with Lexa. Even ignoring the romantic aspect of it for a moment, they did change each other for the better, and Clarke witnessed Lexa’s vision of unity and peace. 

Now, we get to season 4, and not only Clarke is grieving for Lexa, she wants to honor her as well. Throughout the season, Lexa is mentioned multiple times in relation to Clarke, and in a positive light. To make some examples

– She and her legacy are recognized and honored even by past enemies. (x)

– Clarke wants to try to save not only just her people but everyone, as many as she can. Admirable aspiration, which is recognized as something Lexa believed in as well, something she would be proud of. (x)

– We’re yet again reminded of Lexa’s vision. She made the Coalition. She wanted unity because she wanted peace and safety for all clans. Also in this same scene, Indra mentions that if Lexa were there, the other clans might have followed her, and also that Lexa was the only reason a war hadn’t happened before. So, we see that Lexa’s presence could have avoided several conflicts and problems during such a critical situation. So again, a positive mention. (x)

Now, we’ve seen Clarke being very much in line with Lexa, which has been shown a good thing. But there is another scene Lexa is mentioned in that is worth talking about. The discussion between Clarke and Roan in 405. (x)

The first time in s4 we see Clarke possibly reverting back to tribalism, it is portrayed negatively. Roan literally calls her out. And yes, it was a backup plan, but Clarke’s face during Roan’s speech makes it pretty obvious that there is some truth about her in what he is saying.

Now, why did I mention all this? Because I needed to make clear how Lexa and her vision and her legacy are being showcased. Again, in a positive way. Because what Clarke chose to do in 410 wasn’t influenced by Lexa, it wasn’t a parallel to Lexa’s betrayal in 215. It was a parallel to something else, to someone else. Who?

Dante Wallace. More in general, the Mountain Men.

Honestly, it’s right there. Literally spelled out by the show, and more than once.

Clarke has good intentions. We’ve seen it throughout the season. But also the apocalypse is coming and the stakes are insanely high and she keeps on losing hope. We see how all this is taking a toll on her, how it’s literally eroding her, and the harder it gets the more she slips back into a “we have no choice” mentality. We’re not supposed to see that in a good light. We’re supposed to be disturbed. And here comes the negative parallel. 

First, episode 408. Clarke decides to test the nightblood and radiation on the grounder scavenger, finding some sort of moral consolation in the fact that he’s a horrible person who tortured Emori (she doesn’t know it’s a lie). When the truth is revealed, Emori is chosen as the next one to test/sacrifice. This time, Clarke has no excuses. Nothing other than humanity will die if they don’t find a solution. Now, what other people would have been doomed to death (by radiation nevertheless) without committing unspeakable acts in order to ensure their survival? That’s right. The Mountain Men. The parallel becomes even more evident when Luna refuses to give them other bone marrow and they knock her out, strap her down and take it by force. As Raven says (x)

In this particular case, the final outcome is less grim than it could have been. Clarke doesn’t go all the way, she decides to inject herself instead of doing it to Emori. Through the episode, we see her being plagued by what she is about to do. She can’t even look at Murphy, we see her doubting her own choice, meditating on it. And eventually, she chooses not to do it. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that she ends up changing her mind after Roan mentions Lexa. Lexa is a reminder of what she’s been trying to accomplish, of who she’s been trying to be. At least, that’s how I see it. 

And once we get to Clarke injecting herself, she repeats Dante’s words. “I bear it so they don’t have to.” In doing what she does, she retains some of her morality, but also, it’s the first sign of the direct correlation being established between Clarke and Dante. When you think about it, she is doing what he was planning to do if his people had eventually left Mt Weather. He wanted to stay inside, to sacrifice himself. Here, Clarke is sacrificing herself as well.

And finally, we get to 410. Clarke’s “transformation”, so to speak, is complete. Now, I’ll try to make this as evident as possible going step by step.

  1. At the beginning of the episode, she’s still holding on to her plan/ethic (we have to try to save everyone). 
  2. Enters the threat of Luna.
  3. Jaha instills fear about the death of their people.
  4. Clarke initially ignores it and goes to talk to Roan but he won’t listen.
  5. Clarke makes up her mind and decides to steal the bunker.

This is 410. Now look at 215, from Dante’s perspective.

  1. Dante has been refusing to have any part in the killing of the 48, which means he’s holding on to his ethic. 
  2. Enters the threat of Lexa and Clarke, ready to break into Mt Weather with an army.
  3. Cage instills fear about the death of their people.
  4. Dante initially ignores him.
  5. Dante changes his mind and suggests a plan to save his people (deal with Lexa)

It’s so incredibly linear. Clarke and Jaha become a mirror image of Dante and Cage. And to make sure it’s clear, at the end of the episode, Octavia literally says

This is the parallel. This is the negative influence. Lexa is nowhere to be found here, if not in the fact that by doing this, Clarke, who wanted to honor Lexa’s legacy, is now literally betraying it. She has turned into what used to be the Grounders’ and Lexa’s greatest enemy. 

That’s it. This is what I think that scene and Clarke’s arc are supposed to mean. To analyze it further, we can only wait for next episode, when we’re going to see the repercussions of this choice and we’re probably going to delve into Clarke’s psyche much more.

In regards to Bellamy, again, I think the best thing to do is to wait for the next episode to air and then see.

But this is my answer. I hope I made my thoughts clear enough.

anonymous asked:

supercorp prompt (slowburn oneshot): they both like the other but haven't fully realised it yet and take each other's subconscious flirting as friendship/banter, then one day after Lena is injured by some villain before SG saves the day, Kara feels guilty and worried so goes to patch her up, but Lena has to get partially undressed (eg shirtless) or sthing and Kara gets flustered (bc Kara) & Lena eventually picks up on it and teases her/flirts, scene ends in them kissing Please please please 💖

so, several things, anon: thank you for this absolutely wonderful prompt. and I would like to apologize for taking three or four weeks to get to this. because I couldn’t help myself and accidentally turned it into a 20 page, ten thousand word monster… enjoy? (i really am sorry it took this long, though)

They start out having lunch every other week or so.

It’s normal, it’s what friends do, Lena tells herself. God knows she’s spent long enough without someone genuinely interested in being her friend, so after the first few meetings with Kara, Lena throws herself into it with a passion. Besides, it’s nice to spend lunch breaks in the company of Kara, who’s always ready to talk about everything except the business at L-Corp, which is a relief, and who seems determined to make sure that Lena’s always eating more than enough.

A little into this arrangement, there’s one week when Kara ends up swinging by more times than usual. Three times, early in the morning and late in the afternoon, apologizing profusely but quickly following Lena’s gesture to sit down and pull out her notepad to ask Lena’s opinion on whatever ridiculous piece Carr’s assigned her to this time. And four times, when Kara shows up with arms overflowing with bags of food from whatever new take-out place she’s fancying (normally Chinese, Lena notes, carefully filing away that information) and fills Lena’s office with warm conversations and stories and laughter, and Lena loves it.

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Sodden Curls.

Authors Note: 

Idea from the  “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to God! You’re on the couch for a month!” drabble challenge from LIST

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Warning: Smut! (Nothing too bad, but it is still there). It is very very mild tbh.

Rated M. Enjoy! Xx

Usually, you wake up to the character of a subdued house and whatever serene sounds whistle outside in the early hours of the morning, from cascading rain to birds chirping, you always have a somewhat quiet sound echoing peacefully. 

The last week, instead, you have been waking up to the sound of the shower and the soft hums of your husband, his routine being a mayhem. He is no longer waking up at five and leaving before you are awake. Now— now he is waking up at seven, absolutely interrupting your routine. 

You shift the covers off of you and groan dramatically, a desire to stay in bed overcoming you sharply. With heavy force, you get up and pad your way around the generous bedroom, accumulating your clothes for the breakfast you have to attend. You ensured your sister you would attend her breakfast she insisted on having so you, along with her bridesmaids, can discuss the wedding. 

Why you can’t do that over lunch and coffee? You do not know. 

You meekly wait on the bed, anticipating for Harry to get out of the shower, your nerves ticking with each passing second. 

You don’t desire to be that wife that disturbs their man in the bathroom of all places; Harry cherishes his heated showers a little too much, whether that is in the morning or in the evening.

You step into the bathroom, his faint hums generating a smile to appear across your face, you clear your throat before deciding to disturb him, “H, are you nearly done? I have to leave in an hour.” You say over the cascading water, his head of damp curls immediately popping out from the shower, 

“I literally just got in.” He responds, “Mornin’, by the way, sleep well?” He questions, going back to his tepid shower. 

“Yeah, I guess, you?”

“Mhm, I have that dinner Jeff tonight, ~ Don’t forget.” He reminds you for the third time this week, “Oh, can you pick up my suit? I forgot to get it yesterday and I am busy today.“ 

"Yes, now hurry up.” You whine, sitting up on the bathroom counter top, impatiently watching the time— You hate being late.

“I am washing my hair, damn, you are pushy this morning.” He chuckles, seeming delighted by your impatient tendency. 

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to God! You’re on the couch for a month!” You threaten him— knowing very well you will not follow through with your threat— “Harry, hurry up!” You huff like a child, not wanting to show up to your breakfast late and looking like a mess. 

“If you stop being grouchy, I will let you join me.” His voice travels through the bathroom, a smile instantly brushing across your lips. You slide off of the counter and wander towards the shower. 

“I have to be ready in an hour, Harry.” You sigh just as he peaks his head out again. He gives you his cheeky grin, his eyes narrowing down on you mischievously.

“We will be done by then, take your clothes off before the hot water turns cold.” He winks, intriguing you with his sodden hair hanging around his face, his tanned body dripping wet, and his lips pursing with that precise shade of pink. “The hot water is running out, baby.” He sneers, his eyes following your gradual hands as they move to the hem of your t-shirt and you throw it off, swiftly undressing and stepping into the shower, feeling the supremely warmed water tapping your skin. “Morning, darlin’” He grins happily, gently drawing you closer to kiss you while the warmth of the water cascades around you, delicately caressing your skin and slipping down your body.

“Morning, handsome.” You mumble against the softness of his wet lips, his fingertips caressing your back soothingly, your own fingers entangling with his sodden hair. 

“You haven't washed your hair.” You comment, observing how it isn’t nice and smooth as you lace his curls with your fingers. 

He chuckles, leaning down and kissing you again, intensifying the kiss before pulling away nonchalantly, teasingly brushing his tongue against your lips. "Nope, wanted you to get in.“

You shake your head at your husband, the water dripping between you as you stare into his breathtakingly vibrant, Persian Green eyes.

"You, you are very cheeky.” You whisper, tugging your hands away from the sodden curls that you adore a little too much.

He shrugs while sinking his teeth into the calamine pinkness of his bottom lip.

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anonymous asked:

could I have some hcs for ma boys Jesse, Jack, Gabe and Hanzo taking care of an injured or sick reader? like reader really wants to go out again but they haven't fully recovered yet? (I know this is basic af but I'm a sucker for these)

No worries, dear Anon, we are suckers for this kind of requests too, we won’t judge! xD 


  • You got sick with a bad case of a cold that refused to go away and had been bothering you for almost two weeks now. Knowing how highly contagious a cold tends to be, you told Jesse to stay as far away from you as physically possible; he had various tasks to take care of and couldn’t allow himself to get sick because of an impending mission. Did that stop him? No. Could he care any less? No.
  • He desperately wanted to take care of you and refused to leave your side for more than a few minutes at a time even though you kept reassuring him that it was a simple cold that should be gone within the next few days. He wouldn’t have any of it; to him, this illness could have put your life at stake. He made sure that you got the best treatment possible, he also took off his serape and wrapped it around you to make sure you wouldn’t get too cold (though you had already been wrapped in roughly three blankets).
  • This man needs a lot of affection and you soon realized that a cold didn’t stop him from claiming it. You tried to tell him to stay away from you but he kept going in for kisses and cuddles, not caring that he risked his own health in the process. 
  • He even risked getting into a huge argument with Gabe by not showing up to training a few times and instead preparing some soup for you. It just proved how dedicated he is.
    (Gabe would have given him some time off, he’s not that heartless, but since Jesse never actually asked, the cowboy had to prepare for a lot of extra work.) 
  • Since lying in bed all day got boring quickly, you decided to leave your room and at least get some kind of snack even though you still felt like you were about to faint at any moment. You prayed that you wouldn’t run into your boyfriend but, of course, destiny always brought you two together. He seemed a little shocked to see you out of bed, walking around tiredly and grabbing the kitchen counter for support.
    “This ain’t yer bed, sugar. I could have brought ya that cereal bar, ya know?”
    He quickly led you back to your room and made sure you didn’t leave that mattress for the next few hours, at least not without his aid.
  • Remember how you told him not to get too close to you? Guess who got sick the day you fully recovered. You’ll be passing that cold back and forth for ages if you don’t keep him away! 


  • He truly wanted to help you when you got sick with the stomach flu, honestly, but this man was just so extremely busy due to his position. The least he tried to do was send others, preferably Ana, to frequently check up on you. He also called a lot to make sure you were resting properly and send some words of comfort. 
  • When he noticed your condition slightly worsening, he immediately canceled as many meetings as he possibly could to be with you more, he started to worry too much and wouldn’t have been able to concentrate properly anyway. Jack took some of his paperwork with him to finish it in your room to keep you company and let Gabe and Ana handle training the new recruits. Of course, he wasn’t able to spend all his time by your side but he tried his hardest to pass as much of his work as possible to others. 
  • Though he craved affection and attention as much as Jesse did, he knew how important it was that he didn’t get sick; the strike commander being away for even a few days might have resulted in a disaster. He did give you a comforting pat on the back once in a while, but sadly, he wouldn’t get any closer than that. Hugs and kisses would have been pretty problematic with the stomach flu anyway. 
  • His mom taught him how to help with stomach problems by using some home remedies. He got you some snacks that didn’t cause your stomach too much discomfort and made sure you always drank enough.
  • He always held your hair back for you if it got in your way whenever your stomach rioted and you came face to face with the toilet bowl.
  • Of course, the stomach flu had hit you right before a mission that you had been looking forward to for ages. You might have been able to recover until it started but you still missed out on a significant amount of training. So you tried making your way over to the training facility without running into him but in the end, you did bump right into Jack when rounding a corner in one of the many hallways. He looked at you in confusion for a few seconds, processing the situation until he scowled at you, grabbed you by the wrist and gently guided you back to your room.
    He had already assigned someone else to that mission but promised to soon give you a similar one.
    Jack also took that day off to watch you and make sure you didn’t get any other stupid ideas.


  • You were a little clumsy; everyone knew that very well, so it didn’t come as a surprise when you broke your ankle during a mission after tripping over a branch in the forest. Other than that, you were perfectly fine, no bruises or anything. Gabe didn’t seem too worried; your injury wasn’t life-threatening, he just kept telling you that you should have been more careful of your surroundings. 
  • He also turned out to be a teasing asshole about it.
    You want a hug? Stand up and get it.
    You need some water? What a shame the kitchen is so far away.
    However, as soon as you did stand up to get what you wanted, he freaked out, reminding you that he was only joking and that you had to sit back down and rest immediately.
  • He was actually worrying a lot more than he would have liked to admit, he kept reminding himself that you would be recovering quickly. Still, when he was at work or training with the Blackwatch members, he was always on edge, couldn’t wait to finally check up on you and make sure everything was alright.
    Gabe ordered McCree and Genji around to bring you water, a meal, another pillow, or anything else you requested when he was too busy. 
  • After finishing work, he immediately went over to your room, checking if you needed anything. As he saw you walking around, limping to the door to get some fresh air and finally move your limbs a little, he swiftly picked you up and put you into your bed again. He kept asking way too many questions. Have you eaten anything yet? Did you drink enough water? Was your foot still hurting a lot? Did you need painkillers?
    You had to reassure him that you were fine; it was just a broken ankle and not the end of the world. He must have completely forgotten about your injury not being life-threatening. 
  • Of course, Angela had given you crutches so it wasn’t like you couldn’t walk or at least hop around the headquarters on your own, yet Gabe didn’t let you go anywhere without supervision.
    You could have tripped and gotten hurt even worse, there was no way he was risking that.
    You thought reminding him that you were a grown adult able to take care of yourself helped? Nope, nice try though.
  • After practicing your puppy eyes for a while, you actually got him to carry you around, preferably by giving you a piggyback ride. Gabe might have sent death glares to the people throwing comments about him going soft but he actually enjoyed it. A lot. 


  • You almost got shot during a mission, the bullet only grazed your side in the end but it still left a nasty wound. When Hanzo found out about your injury, he completely freaked out on the inside but was able to conceal his panic pretty well. 
  • He was extremely careful, rejecting any kind of physical contact, afraid of hurting you even though you kept insisting that it barely hurt anymore and it shouldn’t have been a problem at all. Still, he refused to get too close to you, worried that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself after initiating anything. He was scared that any movement might have resulted in your wound starting to bleed again. 
  • Hanzo followed you around almost everywhere, almost every time, watching you closely. He kept an eye on you to make sure you didn’t strain yourself and didn’t do anything reckless that might have caused your wound to open. 
  • He was also extremely observant. If you were still hurting but trying to play it cool, he knew. You tried to hide your pain but he always found out, immediately coming to your side as soon as you winced only slightly, barely visible to anyone else. 
  • He kept asking if he could help you with any tasks or bring you food or drinks while also asking you to please just lie down and rest. He aided you with every single thing, even the easiest tasks that you could have finished by yourself without any problems.
    Hanzo wanted to make sure that there was no way you could hurt your side, he couldn’t stand seeing you in pain. You didn’t mind doing any of your chores, you needed some movement but you decided not to complain. 
  • You decided to go to the training room one night, secretly, having had enough of this confinement to your bed. Hanzo almost got a heart attack when he found your side of the bed empty at midnight but had a feeling you went out to train. He probably would have done the same.
    After he found you carefully practicing some basic moves he started to scold you but soon composed himself. He then proceeded to gently wrap his arms around you, careful not to get too close to your injury, and begged you not to make him worry like that again. After seeing that you were able to do some simple training without being in pain, he allowed you to do more things on your own again, still keeping a close eye on you, of course. 

anonymous asked:

I'm surprised ppl haven't brought up Yuuri's gaming hobby. Imagine him and Yurio playing Smash Bros with Yuuri coming out super savage on cat son. Also imagine the trio doing a let's play of Resident Evil 7 with Yuuri playing with stone, cold eyes while Yurio and Victor are scared out of their wits. Lastly, imagine Phichit and Yuuri doing LPs in off seasons during their Detroit days

(Referring to Yuuri’s Japanese Skating Federation online bio. I added the arrow and box to point where it says ゲーム“game” - gaming/video gaming)

Thinking about it…I’ve only seen maybe one or two fanfiction/Tumblr drabbles early EARLY in the season that touched on Yuuri with gaming and I think I’ve seen a couple of fanart here and there. There might be more now, but I don’t watch AO3 every hour, so I do miss some stories (if anyone knows some good fics on this, please rec them!).

I may not be as avid a player as I used to be, but that doesn’t mean I can’t talk a decent amount about video games~ I’m putting a majority of this post behind a cut because it got a bit long with musing on what game genre and platforms he might play, along with some headcanons.

I’m pretty sure Yuuri’s athlete+student lifestyle would mean the depth of his gaming hobby is going to be similar to Yuzuru’s gaming hobby - perhaps a little more since gaming is Yuuri’s only major hobby, or perhaps a little less now that Victor is spending time with him. Regarding Yuzu, he trains hard on and off the ice, balances university work, is a serious audiophile, and has other obligations (advertisements, ice shows, publicity, etc.). But when he plays games, he’s a completionist. His beloved series is Monster Hunter (check out those links for the commercials). When Yuzu has his foot in a cast, or gets out from surgery and is on bed rest, he says that he catches up on schoolwork and plays videogames.

So I imagine that Yuuri also has little time to be a hardcore gamer, but if that’s his single notable hobby, he’ll probably sink time into games that can be done on the go, or games that don’t require lots of planning and forethought (unlike, say Fire Emblem or 9 hours 9 persons 9 doors). Basically, the ideal games would be the kind that he can drop back into, see what the next quest/next dungeon is, and can get back on track. Games that feature lots of grinding, such as RPGs/MMORPGs, are good because they’re pretty straightforward, have repetitive actions/tasks, and offer a range of options and sideplots to keep them interesting for a long time.

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Behind the Scenes of The Poison Sky / The Sontaran Stratagem (Part Four)

Excerpts from Jason Arnopp’s set report from DWM 396

[Discussion while eating deserts and tea with David]
The Doctor’s relationship with violence is a complex one, though, isn’t it? Much as we’re doing now, he often has his cake and eats it.  “The violence is the final resort,” David stresses.  “You should always give people the benefit of the doubt.  In the final moment of the story, the Doctor basically knows he’s gonna have to sacrifice himself and go back up to the Sontaran ship.  But it’s important and valid that he allows them the chance to back down.  It’s important that he will always allow people to find the good in themselves.  He gives them that opportunity even though he knows that because they’re Sontarans and because of what they’re about, they’re not going to back down.  But it’s the morally correct thing to do, to allow that possibility”

That ‘second chance’ opportunity is a very Tenth Doctor thing, isn’t it?

“He would have you believe that he has quite strong rules about it,” nods David.  “'You get once chance, and then I’ll do ya!’  And again, that came up in Partners in Crime, when he tells Ms Foster, ‘You get once chance.  I’d advise you to take it.’ And she doesn’t, and ends up splattered on the pavement!  Of course, it’s not quite as straightforward as that, and he will bend his own rules now and again.  But that moral framework, that moral righteousness, is very important to him.”

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Space Doesn’t Burn Red

2 parts, 2700 words total (also on ao3)

Part I. Taako thinks about how much he loves Kravitz

Part II. Taako tries his damnedest to parley this information to Kravitz

Part I.

“I love you.” The words taste foreign and almost dry on his tongue, and he’s thankful he’s speaking them in practice to his reflection in a mirror and not to his actual boyfriend. “I’m in love with you,” he tries once again with feeling and comes off a little less ham-fisted but no more confident than before. “Kravitz, I think I love you.” Still blunt. Still hard. Still unnatural.

How do people do this? How did Merle do it – how did Magnus do it? How did Carey do it? It’s got to be easier than this, right?

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anonymous asked:

tbh i actually heard that a couple of times about Danny Phantom, but never really understood it. Then again, I'm the yes-man trashcan that liked the show's sappy ending as a kid and it wasn't until 10(?) years later did i hear other people complain about it (then again, i haven't rewatched it as an adult - maybe i should after finals). Could you elaborate on the lost potential? i'd honestly love to see your thoughts.

i haven’t watched the show in a good while, too, but yeah. i share the same opinion as many: the concept was great, the execution lacked.

i mean, the story of a half human half ghost boy leading a double life and hiding his secret identity from his parents, who are die hard ghost hunters? good. feels familiar enough to fit the classic superhero stories, but it’s also bizarre enough to be something quite fresh and unique.

i know a lot of people say things started to go downhill on the last season, and while i can see that, my opinion is that the show was never quite great to begin with. i mean, it was good, i enjoyed it a lot as a kid, but i always felt like something was missing, you know? the elements were all there and i appreciated them, but overall, they didn’t work for me.

and personally, i feel that it was because hartman’s style didn’t quite fit the show. and i mean both his art and writing style. i know, it’s ironic to say that, considering that it’s his fucking show, but, yeah, it’s how i feel.

i think his style works very well with shows like fairly odd parents, that are extremely episodic by nature, and very cute and funny. danny phantom, on the other hand, was supposed to be more like a superhero story, but it was still given a fop-like treatment, and that ultimately severed the show’s potential, imo. 

which isn’t to say that it needed to be gritty and edgy, no. silliness is always a nice and even essential part of superhero stories, especially ones that are centered around teenagers. no, my issue with it is that it seems very… sitcom-y? both the pacing and the development of the plot. which is not a bad thing on it’s own, but for a show with a premise like danny phantom’s, it’s not the best approach, imo.

I wrote a little something for Fenhawke week! Takes place in between DA2 and Inquisition.


A room was three coppers, but four if you wanted the stew for dinner. 

Hawke paid the coppers, his hood kept low to shield from the rain and inquisitive eyes. He and Fenris ate the stew, which was really more of a watered down broth, in an empty corner of the inn and away from the crowded fire that they both longed for.

The room was small and dark with no washbin and the bed smelled like moldy straw. It likely was moldy straw Fenris reminded himself. It was also half the size of the one at the Hawke estate.

Hawke didn’t seem to care. He collapsed into it immediately, pausing only long enough to kick off his boots and cloak.

He lay with his head on his arm, looking as exhausted as Fenris felt. The months on the road were showing on him. His hair and beard were shaggy and dull and there were dark circles under his eyes.

The Champion didn’t wear his burden so well anymore.

He must have noticed Fenris watching him because he mumbled a sleepy, “C'mere.”

“Is there enough room?” Fenris asked as he pulled his cloak and shirt off. “I’m not sure if we’ll both fit on this one, Hawke.”

“We will,” Hawke said as Fenris lay down next to him. “I don’t need much room.” - Fenris snorted at that - “And get closer.”

“I don’t think I can,” Fenris laughed, but he did anyway, tangling his legs in with Hawke’s and wiggling in closer until there was no space between them. 

Hawke immediately wrapped his big arms around him and pulled him against his chest. He rested his chin on top of his head, nose pressed into his hair and his toes rubbed against his ankle. “Missed this,” he said.

“Just from last night?”


Fenris huffed a laugh and then, “I did too,” he said, pressing closer. Tucked into Hawke like that, nose against his neck and breathing him in with Hawke’s warmth keeping the cold out, Fenris could almost forget everything else.

He could almost forget that they were on the run. He could almost forget the Templars hunting them. He could almost forget the vivid green tear in the sky and the troubling silence from Varric.

Instead, he focused on the prickle of Hawke’s beard against his cheek and the warmth of his breath against his forehead. He listened to the steady beat of Hawke’s heart and felt the Lyrium under his skin stir lazily in reaction to the magic under Hawke’s own.

Tucked into Hawke like this, there was nowhere he would rather be.

“Is this everything you thought it would be?” Hawke asked above him, as though he could sense his thoughts. “Being on the run?“ 

"You forget I’ve been on the run before.”

Hawke laughed. “Well I had sort of hoped my company made it better this time around.”

Fenris smiled into his neck. “It does,” he said. “I much prefer this sort of being on the run.”

“Wish we could go somewhere warm,” Hawke mumbled. “I’m sick of being so bloody cold all the time.”

“I’ve always wanted to see Rivain,” Fenris said thoughtfully and rubbed his palms up and down Hawke’s back to warm him. “I’ve never had the chance, but always wanted to.”

Hawke’s arms momentarily tightened around him. “We’ll go,” he promised. “Have Isabela sail us down there. We’ll take a break.”

“Really?” Fenris asked, brows raised even though Hawke couldn’t see it. “You think you could stay out of trouble for long?”

“Of course,” Hawke said confidently and Fenris snorted. “We’ll do nothing but drink and lay on the beach. Do whatever we want. Just the two of us and no distractions.”

Fenris was quiet for a while. “I would like that,” he said finally.

He felt Hawke’s lips against his hairline. “Then you’ll get it,” he said. “We’ll go away together. Right after all this madness ends.”

Fenris kissed Hawke’s collarbone, right above his heart. At that moment, he wasn’t thinking about anything else besides the two of them.

“I would like that very much,” he said.

anonymous asked:

Sorry, but I feel compelled to ask- are you one of those people who skips her scenes with Hook, because they hate him? Because the brightest smile I've EVER seen Emma wear was in 5x07 after he told her he loved her. And then the 1st proposal and so many more. Look at it and tell me "she has no life inside of her". I'm sorry the writers don't make her say funny quips anymore, but if you haven't noticed they push plot and don't let their characters breathe or leave any time for humour.

Actually I’m not… and let’s clarify something, I don’t hate Hook. I hate Captain Swan, those are two different things. I hate how they handled Hook, I guess you could say but the character in on itself, no I don’t hate him.

I actually went through those scenes to see what you were talking about and I couldn’t disagree more! In 5x07 yes she does smile but look at her eyes. I never said she stopped smiling, I said that there is no light behind her smiles anymore. AND THEN THE PROPOSAL, oh man!!! I think you’re the one who needs to rewatch those scenes, not me and please take the shipper goggles off for a minute while you watch it. Emma looks tired as fuck and she was crying, her smile was barely visible.

I think you think that my posts about Emma have anything to do with Hook, when they don’t at all. I don’t blame the Captain Swan relationship for the erasure of what is Emma. I blame the writers and the directing. 

So, I did look and I’m now telling you: There is no more light inside her anymore!

Every “happy” moment she has now is always underlying with either tears, tiredness or angst. I want the pure shine that Emma embodied. And yes, I do miss her humor quite  bit, it’s one of the reasons I  fell for that character so much but that’s not the only thing that’s missing.

And yes, I did notice that they push for plot and don’t let their characters breathe, that’s the reason I like OUAT less and less. The show was at its best when it was character driven and now it’s plot driven and the plot is half ass baked… So… yeah,I’ve noticed and I don’t like it one bit.

Cherries And Love Have Four Things In Common

Written for the RFA Valentines Event 2k17

I was assigned @the-sloth-woman, who I can actually tag now! Yay! My prompt was Jumin Han fluff and something spring-themed like visiting a garden. So…have MC and Jumin picking cherries together.

This is Jumin x Reader, 1081 words :) And Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Posting this early because it’s my lady’s birthday today and valentine’s day tomorrow. I’m going to be busy.

The day is hot. Too hot. You adjust your sunglasses and exhale, scouring your locale.

The weather reports are unanimous in calling it a heatwave, even if none of them are able to agree on a temperature. The penthouse, at present, is practically an oven and Jumin’s calls from the office on your lunch break have picked up in frequency.

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anonymous asked:

Are requests open?? Could you do a HC or write a little scenario where MC is childhood friends with the RFA and they haven't seen each other in ages, so they don't recognize them at first when they show up in the chat? I'd love to see this written in your style! Thanks so much :D

Hello everybody and so sorry I’ve been awol again. However, I wasn’t completely useless as I established some MC’s so everyone has their own girl with their own personality as they do in the game. You can get to know the MC’s here and a masterlist of all my work which is updated regularly here. I hope you enjoy and as always 



“You’re singing it wrong.” Despite the words having been spoken gently Hyun tensed with shock, instantly spinning around to see whom had spoken. Usually he’d been uninterrupted when staying behind after class to practice singing. He told his parents that he was staying late to study, which in itself wasn’t a lie, he just wasn’t studying for school. Apparently the silence had lasted too long as the girl’s friendly smile wavered a little and she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, but you had a little twist in words”, she continued, chuckling nervously. It was such a sweet sound, Hyun noted. Her voice was very soft and pleasant and it made him wonder what she sounded like while singing.

“Why don’t you sing it to me? I learn best by listening.” She blushed but gave a quick nod before clearing her throat and proceeding to sing. To this day Zen hadn’t heard a voice like that. Despite it being a traditional and complicated song the girl didn’t miss a single note, capturing him to the point he could merely stare in wonder. “W-who are you”, he’d asked, cheeks reddened. “My name is Macy Cain”, the girl had replied, bowing to him politely. “And you’re Hyun. I’ve been listening in on you for a while now. I’ve never heard such a pretty voice. I was really looking forward to hearing you perform at the summer festival, but it turned out you’re not in the choir. I was wondering why? It’s such a waste for you not to be.”

Usually Zen kept to himself but something about that sweet, little girl captivated him. That evening he told her about his parents and his brother, opening up his heart for the first time. Macy listened to his every word, never once judging or even interrupting. By the time the sun had started to set the two of them had talked for hours and Hyun felt a lot lighter around the heart. They talked like that every day, singing together in the empty classroom, a sacred moment shared between only the two of them. For three years their friendship lasted, until their ways parted when it was time to go to high school. That entire time though Macy never missed an opportunity to support and encourage Hyun. “You have to promise me something, yes? Follow your dreams and never give up. Your talent belongs on a stage and one day…one day I want to see you up there with the big ones.”

“Everyone, gather around. The live performance is starting”, Jaehee announced, getting all the members attention. Zen smiled down at you lovingly, offering a hand to help you up. You graciously accepted it, following him to the dance floor where everyone was gathering. You’d hired a band for the RFA party and they were about to open the dance floor with their first performance. Zen had already wrapped his arm around your middle, holding your hand in his when the woman began to sing. The two of you froze at the same time, both of you turning your gaze to the front. Zen’s eyes widened as he stared up at the stage, his silent gasp slowly turning into a smile as memories started to flood back in. Ah yes, that song, he’d heard it before. Zen closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting the music sweep him up. It was a sweet reminder of a much simpler time.

That is when it hit him. The faint sound of a familiar voice barely audible over the loud performer using the microphone at the front of room. It had changed, of course, matured over the years but it was nevertheless that sweet, gentle voice that had lulled him into safety all those years back. As he opened his eyes and turned to you the floor seemed to have been ripped away from under his feet. You were singing, lips moving as the melody fell from your mouth as easily as it did all those years ago. He couldn’t believe it. “Macy…”, Zen gasped, getting your attention. You stopped singing, turning your head to smile at him knowingly, just as gentle as you did in middle school. “It’s nice to see you again, Hyun. I’m so happy that you kept the promise you made to me. You really belong on the stage.” Zen laughed then, tears of joy gathering in his eyes. Who would have thought his first love would turn out to be his last.


Yoosung was shaking with excitement, eyes constantly shooting between the open LOLOL server and the clock on his wall. It was two minutes to midnight which meant two minutes until his online friend KillingInSpanish would come online. They’d met about four years ago during a big raid. Amidst all the fighting Yoosung had spotted the username AlmostEvil665 and burst out laughing for some reason. Over the years they’d changed their username according to whichever meme they currently found amusing, but Yoosung still called them Evil whenever they talked. Back then Yoosung’d been only twelve years old and LOLOL was a relatively new game. Therefor he’d been more than eager to find friends and form guilds and after watching AlmostEvil665 slay an entire team he decided that they were a good start and attempting to chat them up.

At first talking turned out to be a lot more complicated than expected. Neither of them was really fluent in English, but AlmostEvil665 wasn’t from Korea so English was their only option, really. Luckily the language wasn’t that hard to learn and it wasn’t like they were discussing philosophy and foreign politics. However, language barriers weren’t their only problem. Yoosung didn’t know exactly where Evil was from, but their time difference wasn’t definitely a huge issue. For a good month or so the two of them constantly seemed to miss one another in their log-in times. On top of that Evil was only allowed to use her computer for one hour a day, which made a wise choice all the more important. Eventually they’d settled on midnight to one in the morning and from that moment on Evil and Yoosung chatted every single day for four years without miss.

Actually, it was mostly Yoosung chatting at Evil. They never really talked much about themselves. Yoosung still didn’t know their age, gender or even location. While he talked to most people via Skype call, Evil was never able to join. Still, they always laughed about his jokes and never let him down, so he considered them a friend. Finally the green circle appeared beside their username, indicating that they were online. 
KillingInSpanish: Yo, have some gd news
SupremeYoosung: Rly? What?
KillingInSpanish: M movn 2 korea
SupremeYoosung: srsly?!
KillingInSpanish: ya
SupremeYoosung: cool! maybe we can meet?
KillingInSpanish: nah, man. be busy with uni n shit. + god knows where w r
SupremeYoosung: tru. still sad :(
KillingInSpanish: don’t be a baby.  at least you won’t have to wait till 12am
SupremeYoosung: lololol I do dat anyway
KillingInSpanish: srsly? Idiot
SupremeYoosung: :(
KillingInSpanish: dnt have time for yo crybabying. cmon, raid is waiting.
Yoosung was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to meet his friend, but he still felt happy knowing that even thought he didn’t know where they were exactly, the two of them would be closer together from that moment on.

When you logged into the chat the topic was yet again Yoosung’s LOLOL addiction. You sighed. Either you were being compared to his cousin – which, incest much?! – or you had to defend gamers all over the world because Yoosung was giving them a bad name with his horrendous gaming habits. Goddamn it, you played LOLOL too, but you knew where to draw the line. You sighed, reading through the messages from Zen and Jaehee, rolling your eyes when Seven joined in as well. Strangely enough, he said some things you actually agreed with. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think Seven is right”, you wrote, earning yourself a surprised emoji from Seven and a crying one from Yoosung. He’s really cute and somehow you’d fallen in love with him, but sometimes he acted like a huge child. “I only play a single hour a day and I’m still ranked third on the Shooting Star server, so really being good doesn’t take a lot of effort.

“Hold on, you’re SediLusiVic”, Seven wrote in reply, followed by a seemingly endless streak of lolol’s. “Yeah, problem?” You were surprised that Yoosung had grown silent all of a sudden, but figured he was just busy with yet another raid or something.“Not at all, dude. It’s just that I’m Hacker God and Yoosung is SupremeYoosung. We have the three best players in the world in one chat. Kinda funny lololol.” In that moment you realized why Yoosung had grown so silent all of a sudden. He was probably trying to digest the same information as you were. You’d been friends with Yoosung for the past eight years. You’d been the one he’d whined to, the one he made jokes with, the one he’d waited until midnight to game with. You’d been wondering why he made you feel so safe and comfortable from the start! Then you laughed. “Hahahahahaha Yoosung once cried himself to sleep cause I got an item and he didn’t!” Eight years of embarrassing stories to share with his friends. Perfect!


When Jaehee first picked up Judo it was mainly because she’d seen a movie where someone did it and fell in love with the strength…and the pretty uniform. Yes, such thoughts were immature, starting a sport for the uniforms sake, but in Jaehee’s defense, she’d been only six years old at the time. It wasn’t easy at first, since Jaehee wasn’t really the sportive nor the particularly aggressive type. She soon came to understand though, that Judo was much more about getting to know and control your body as well as defense more so than offense. It was like a dam had been broken inside of her and a whole new level of enjoyment was added to the sport. From that point on she gave it her best, improving rather quickly. Merely two years into her training she was already fighting with the older children, something she was extremely proud of. It was also then that she met Myung-Dae Chang for the very first time.

Myung-Dae was different. For one she tended to not come to practice as regularly as everyone else, something that Jaehee could not stand. On top of that she constantly seemed distracted. Even when the teacher tried to show them a new move she was often found staring into the air, mindlessly playing with her long, wavy hair and smiling at everyone like some sort of lunatic. For years Jaehee tried to keep a distance from that girl, as Myung-Dae tended to freak her out. That was until the teacher paired the two of them up and Jaehee had no other choice but to fight against her. For all the times she’d assumed Myung-Dae to be irresponsible for not paying attention, thinking to herself that she’d easily be defeated in a one on one, Jaehee was proven wrong.

Myung defeated her so easily it was almost crushing. It all seemed to effortlessly, the way she moved and reacted. Jaehee didn’t even see the movements coming and then she was on her back. After the training session she went up to the girl, telling her that she’d done well and what her trick was. Myung had turned to her, smiling easily as if the were friends already. “You take everything too serious, Jaehee. Relaxation is key. If your mind is on edge then so is your body and that makes you more vulnerable than anything else.” Sadly, she never got to test out Myungs way of living her life, as soon after her parents died and Jaehee moved away leaving the dojo and everyone including Myung behind.

When you see Jaehee at the party for the first time you cannot believe your eyes. During the chat she’d already seemed familiar – everything from the way she talked and acted to the looks – but you couldn’t have been sure. Not when the pictures were so tiny and her name wasn’t particularly rare. However as she stepped onto that stage there was no second guessing on your part. This was the young girl that even back than had been so entirely lost in being perfect and pleasing everyone that she’d gradually killed herself. It hurt to know that from her teenage years up to that point she’d been stuck in that very same routine. You’d tried to help her as good as you could and you were happy that she’d quit that job that made her so unhappy and took years of her life, but at the same time you were worried about her future. That was until she pulled you aside and gave you a key that felt more like a key to her heart than it did to a simple café. How could you say no?

“I am so glad that you finally understand what I told you all these years ago”, you said, smiling down at the key in your hand. When you looked up Jaehee was frowning at you in confusion until you gave her that very particular smile and realization dawned on her. “Myung? Your hair and your glasses! You look so different!” You laughed, amused and wholeheartedly. “I could say the same thing about you, funnily enough. But let’s not dwell on such things. Just be happy that it is me you asked to join your team because let me tell you that I studied art and if there is one thing I can do better than anyone in the world than it is coffee art and decorating a cake.” This time it was Jaehee’s turn to smile, beam actually, and it melted your heart. “I can’t wait to see.”


“As you know, beneficial relationships are the core of every business ”, Chairman Han said, kneeling in front of his young son so the two of them were on eye level. Jumin was uninterested, sitting in his chair as straight as a stick, hoping that his father would finish his speech quickly so he could return to reading the book he’d started that morning. “You met someone new”, he assumed aloud, neither shocked nor particularly moved.“Something like that. There is a business partner of mine coming to town. He’s looking to expand his business to Korea and maybe settle down here. He’s bringing his wife and daughter. The girl is your age. I was thinking about inviting them over to dinner. Maybe you could get to know her a little bit, make a new friend.”

Jumin’s interest was peaked then. Not because he cared for girls, but because he could tell his father did. This was trouble and he knew it. Still, Jumin could hardly deny his father so he’d merely nodded and mentally prepared himself for the worst. By the time the family arrived he was in his finest tux, the food being prepared by the best of chef’s with the house having been cleaned to the point of sterility. Jumin had expected a lot of things, but he hadn’t expected her. Madeleine Campbell was well-mannered, quiet and seemingly rather patient. Despite having been forced into the same room, their parents not minding them whatsoever, neither of them really talked. Actually Jumin mostly ignored her. That was until she sat down beside him, one of his books in her hand, and began reading herself.

He forced himself not to look but after some time he couldn’t help himself, glancing over to see that the book was in English. “Are you from England”, he’d asked in slightly broken English. Madeleine had looked up, smiling at him with a nod. “Yes, I am”, she’d replied, voice melodic with the authentic accent Jumin only ever heard in movies. It was amazing. “Will you read the book to me? I like the way your voice sounds.” She’d nodded eagerly, beaming at the boy before beginning to read. It was hours later that their parents came to check up on the, finding both of them asleep, Madeleine leaning against the headboard with Jumin’s head in their lap. From that moment on, the two of them were inseparable. So much so, that their parents arranged a future engagement. Sadly, it never came to that as the two families lost touch when Mr. Han met a woman that did not approve of such ties and ordered them cut. Jumin never heard of his friend again.

“My father will love you, I am sure”, Jumin assured his fiancée, a warm smile curling about his lips. You’d been nervous about meeting him the entire day now. Actually, you’d been nervous about meeting him for a week. Jumin had asked you to marry him without asking his fathers permission first and while he’d assured you that even without it his feelings for you wouldn’t change, you couldn’t help but worry. After all, their relationship had already been strained thanks to all the drama with the Choi sisters. Having him turn up with a sudden fiancée couldn’t possibly be helpful. Still, Jumin insisted and you weren’t capable of denying him anything, really. Especially since he was more than willing to gave you the world and some more. As you were lead to your table you saw a familiar face sitting at one of them by himself, coming to a sudden halt.

“Mr. Chairman, how are you? I haven’t seen you in over a decade”, you said, getting the mans attention. The man instantly got up, shaking your hand and beaming at you. “Maddy, dear, what a beautiful young woman you’ve turned into. Don’t tell me it’s you my son told me about”, he said, laughing lightly. That is when your face fell, turning to look at Jumin who was looking at you with a small, knowing smirk in return. “Hanny?!” Back then Jumin had introduced himself as Han Jumin, leading you to believe his name was Han, resulting in the nickname Hanny. Your childhood friend, the one your parents had wanted you to marry to begin with, was now your fiancé Jumin. Well, life sure was ironic. “Hah, I knew the two were a match made by heaven. Call your father. He officially owes me a 10.000.000 Won.” Needless to say that you had Mr.Han’s full and wholehearted blessing. Jumin had never been that delighted over a silly bet in his life.


“I always see you after mass, praying by yourself when everyone is long gone. You seem…sad?” The voice, however quiet, surprised him, causing Saeyoung to turn around and look for the source only to find a girl about his age. “I can’t really do much but when I feel sad I go in there”, she continued, pointing to the confessional. “You can tell an adult your worries and he’ll make it better, take away your sins.” Saeyoung frowned, looking over at the thing she’d pointed it. To him it was just like the closet his mother tended to lock him into sometimes when she got mad. There was nothing in the world that would get him to go in there. He shrugged it off, shaking his head. “I don’t believe in these kind of things. I thought that praying to God might help, but so far it hasn’t. It’s illogical anyway, to believe in God.”

The girl blinked then, turning her head to the side and mustering curiously. “Well, that might be true”, she replied, obviously in thought. “but praying to God is not like a magical cure to your problems. That isn’t how it works. God won’t solve your issues for you. What he can do is give you strength though, to solve them yourself. If that’s not enough, you can ask me for help. I’m definitely real so…”, she said, shrugging. She seemed so sincere and Saeyoung seriously wondered what she got out of it. He wanted to tell her off, send her away, when suddenly his stomach began to growl. A little ashamed off it Saeyoung frowned, looking away quickly as to hide his blush. There was a tap on his shoulder then before a sandwich was being held out to him. She put it into his hand and closed his fingers around it so it wouldn’t fall, smiling sincerely.

“Miyagi, come on. We have to go home, sweetheart.” It was her mother, Saeyoung assumed. Miyagi, so that was her name. “Well, I have to go now, but I’ll be back here tomorrow. I’ll bring you something better to eat then. Bye bye.” She ran off and Saeyoung was half convinced he would never see her again, the thought leaving him strangely sad. He was proven wrong. Day after day she came to him after mass, bringing him increasingly more complicated and delicious food. He never thanked her properly and when he left to work for the agency without a word of goodbye he hated himself a little for it. Especially when heard that mere days later her parents died.

When Seven wrote down his real name in the chat your eyes widened. Saeyoung Choi. You’d heard that name before. Now many people would argue how over twenty percent of the Korean population shared the same surname and that Saeyoung wasn’t rare either, but you knew better. The name Luciel should have tipped you off already, but now you were a hundred percent sure. You dropped your phone and jumped off the bed, running out to the main room where Seven was still sitting in front of the PC, frowning down at the phone after you’d so quickly fled the chat. “Saeyoung Choi? Saeyoung Choi?! I cannot believe that you are Saeyoung Choi. We went to church together until one day you just disappeared. I thought you were dead!” That is when Seven put two and two together as well, staring at you with wide eyes. “You? You’re the little girl that brought me food every day. You changed your name!”

You froze, tilting your head to the side in confusion. “No, I did not. Mi-Hi Cha.” He shook his head. “No, I remember your mother calling you Miyagi.” You blinked before bursting into laughter. “Idiot! She called me Mi Agi. It was the pet name she gave me. Miyagi isn’t even Korean.” You couldn’t stop laughing about how silly of a situation it was to meet your childhood friend that way and apparently Seven agreed as he joined in. “Damn it. All these years I thought you were some nice Japanese girl.” For a while the two of you laughed until it eventually died down, the atmosphere turning serious. With tears in your eyes the two of you closed the distance, pulling each other into tight hugs. Neither of you had ever forgotten the other, instead spending a life long worrying only to reunite in such a manner. “I never got to say thank you or return the kindness you ave me”, Seven whispered. “So from now you, please accept my body and soul. Agi…”

*Agi is a Korean pet name us as baby (actually meaning toddler and infant)

anonymous asked:

It would be interesting to read your analysis on Dan's involvement in this video. I haven't seen him be this involved in posting about a video in a long time- he's sent multiple tweets, this morning posted on Facebook, put pictures up on instagram and used Tumblr. I am curious why he is going all out- especially because he has at least posted about this as much as Phil (if not more)

i wanted to talk about this in conjunction with my thoughts on dan’s live show but you summarized everything so well in this ask so,,, yES. i’m so glad you picked up on it! i can’t remember a time that dan has sponned a video this hard, and that too an AP vid, not even one of his own. he’s definitely posted about it more than phil (tWO insta pics vs. zero from phil? reblogging the video from phil on tumblr w an actual caption? a totally unnecessary and clickbait-y/sexual promo tweet?) two explanations for this, in  my opinion. first, while it’s been somewhat obvious for a long time, they barely seem to have any distinctions anymore between ownership of their channels. all three main channels seem like a collaborative effort on some level and they’ve talked about assessing their upload schedule with all 3 channels in mind (dan will say something like “two weeks ago you got a phil vid, last week a dapg vid, so this week a dan vid” or they’ll be like “we’ve uploaded like 3 times in the last two weeks across all of our channels” etc.)  with this video specifically it’s clear that dan must have helped phil prepare for it, even if phil did all the shopping. and then he talked about his eyes hurting in the live show yesterday bc of spending hours glued to a computer editing the day before. that combined with his anecdotes the week prior about having phil help him with all of the filming and production of the piano teacher vid demonstrates a new level of openness with us about how deeply involved they both are with each others’ content. so i see this impassioned promotional campaign on dan’s part for phil’s vid as an extension of that–he’s not trying to hide that it’s basically his video too.  

the second reason for all the posting, in my opinion, is simply that he wanted to make sure that as much of his audience/following as possible would know about the video and watch it. simple as that. he promoted it so hard bc he wanted to make sure that everyone who follows him, even the scant few who follow him and don’t follow phil, knew about the existence of this video. which is amazing, because to me it means that despite all of his obvious discomfort and self-consciousness regarding all the edgy straight guys who subscribe to him and follow him exclusively “for the memes” and the deeply artistic, profound meditations on life/existence (thoughts on that whole pile of shit are coming, i promise, i have so much to say!!!) he also wants all of them to know that there is this completely different side to him that he is (somewhat) proud of. even if he can’t put it on dinof for whatever reason, it’s there and it’s real and he can let it shine on amazingphil and he made damn sure to yell about it on every social media platform available to him across two whole daYS so that basically every facet of his audience couldn’t miss it. i mean, i fervently await the day that dan destroys the concept of this so-called “quality threshold” he perceives for himself on dinof as thoroughly as he destroyed the notion of subscribing to traditional gender roles in yesterday’s live show. but until that day comes, i’m happy that he at least feels he can show more of these softer sides of himself on AP and that he wants to tell as many people as he can about it via this onslaught of promo posts/pics. he’s clearly so pleased with how the video turned out and clearly feels that it’s important for as much of his audience to see it as possible, without actually posting it on his own channel. the fact that he went to such lengths despite still feeling somewhat scared and flustered by the edgy straight dudes makes my heart sing. he loves the video so much. he loves embracing his own inner softness so much. he loves phil and phil’s channel so much. he was basically screaming it for everyone to hear. 

anonymous asked:

Alright I haven't watched the show in a while but why does everyone hate moffet again? was it something he did IRL? am I missing something here?

Not everyone hates him, obviously, but he says a lot of things and does a lot of things with the show that many people, including myself, have problems with and are upset/angered by. I don’t have the spoons to go into it but I mean… he’s been the showrunner for quite a few years now (and wrote stories back during RTD’s run). There’s hardly a shortage of blogs/posts/articles that have in-depth discussions about why fans take issue with certain themes/tropes/etc. he chooses to include and the way he handles characters/storylines. The same criticisms are often relevant to his work on Sherlock too. Those can all be found very easily with a quick search.

On that note, I have a lot of strong opinions about the guy but I’m not interested in trying to sway people either way. If you like his writing, cool. If you don’t, cool. Same goes for RTD. I’m sure I have followers who are fans of one or the other or both. I’m not gonna argue with or attack people who don’t see eye-to-eye with me, and I respect those who extend the same courtesy. I just want to enjoy the characters and parts of the show that I still enjoy and occasionally share that through my art with other people.

@elletromil @trekkiepirate @hepcatliz

Eggsy finds himself shoved unceremoniously through the doors of the sheriff’s office. Bound hands keep him from regaining his balance, and he ends up on his knees. He wrenches his head around to glare up at Hesketh. Someday that pretty little rich boy is going to find himself on the wrong end of Eggsy’s whip.


Sheriff Hart glances up from his desk, gaze resting briefly on Eggsy before focusing on Hesketh. “Charlie,” he says dryly. “Who might this be?”

“Rustler,” Charlie replies. “I caught him sneaking around my father’s ranch, looking for weaknesses in the fence. Didn’t find any, though, did you?” This last he directs towards Eggsy.

Eggsy’s lip curls upwards in distaste. He doesn’t respond.

One of Harry’s eyebrows creeps upwards, but he’s careful to keep his interest off his face. “Thank you, Charlie. I can take it from here.”

Charlie leaves, but he doesn’t look entirely happy about it.

Harry is certain he would have preferred to see justice carried out fully. “So,” Harry says, standing and wandering around to the front of his desk. He’s better able to see Eggsy this way, and he notices how very young the boy looks. “You’re a rustler, then.”

Eggsy stays silent, glaring resolutely up at him.

“Well, you can’t be a very good one,” Harry continues without missing a beat. “Considering you’re here in my office instead of out there,” a nod towards the door, “stealing cattle.”

Eggsy rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, and finally breaks his silence. “Tell me, mate, you ever heard of an Eggsy Unwin?”

Harry’s eyes narrow momentarily as he racks his memory. Eventually, he’s forced to admit that he has not.

Eggsy smirks. “Course you haven’t. That’s cause I’m good enough not to get caught. Usually,” he adds, a touch begrudgingly.

Harry hums. “Is that so?” He peers more intently at Eggsy, his conversation with Merlin replaying in his head. 


“This is going nowhere fast,” Merlin growled. He scrubbed a hand over his face, looked at Harry with steel in his eyes. “I need something more, someone better. The men I have now are nothing short of incompetent.”

Harry pursed his lips. “What kind of men do you need?”

Merlin glanced at him sidelong. “Ones who know how to get in and out of a place without being caught out. Ones who have experience, goddammit, not a bunch of fledglings looking to test their wings.” He slammed a hand on his desk in frustration and heaved a sigh.

Harry scratched at his chin, watching his friend. It wasn’t often that Merlin showed his emotions so openly; this must really be getting to him. “I can’t make any promises,” he says carefully, but I’ll see what I can do.”


Eggsy draws back slightly, eyes gleaming with suspicion. “Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

One corner of Harry’s mouth curls upwards. “Eggsy Unwin, I have a proposition for you.”

anonymous asked:

I took the "They'll only ever love each other" differently. Like it's an unfinished sentence. "But they sure will try" Or she will. I know you said they won't go the triangle route because they got it out of the way, but I disagree. Despite Will and AIDA, they haven't truly had a triangle. I know this isn't THAT kind of show, but I rule out nothing when it comes to these writers and what they do to Fitzsimmons.

Hi Anon,

Yes, we technically haven’t had the traditional love triangle.  I know I said they’d done the love triangle and they wouldn’t do it again.  And that WAY back when AIDA first showed up they would never do a relationship between her and Fitz and well the writers found a very creative and painful way around that.  I’m good but in early A I did not see Fitz being kidnapped, brainwashed, and manipulated into a relationship with her in an computer world coming. 

So at the risk of tempting the universe and the writers I don’t see them going there.   There are a few factors in play some ‘business’ and some story wise.    

  • By business I mean those who consume their product, the fandom.  I’ve said many times there is a fine line between keeping it fun and interesting and frustrating and painful to the point where people don’t want to watch anymore.  And for some, they already crossed that line with the Framework Arc and Fitzsimmons, it went too far, and the pay off wasn’t enough to compensate for the level of pain it caused.   We even see it in articles and interviews too with the “you certainly have put Fitzsimmons through the ringer” in that its getting old for them too.   Then we have non shippers where its getting ‘old’ for them too.  
  • Story wise it makes absolutely zero sense for them to go that route especially now.   Both Fitz and Jemma are going to be healing from the events of last season.  Its confirmed they both love each other.   Fitz is coming off some serious trauma and the idea that either of them would enter into a relationship with someone else on the heels of this literally makes me sick.  Fitz wouldn’t have started up a relationship with someone as he was helping Jemma recover from Maveth just as Jemma wouldn’t have started something with anyone while she was helping Fitz heal from his TBI.  That would be an unforgivable level of character assassination as it would make zero sense especially after everything we saw and heard last season.   It would also completely throw away what they have set up, and that is Fitz’s healing arc and Jemma helping him to do that. 
  • Character and story assassination aside, if either Fitz or Jemma got involved with someone else, we already know they wouldn’t love them, they’d still love the other person. So there’d be absolutely zero point to it, either narratively or in terms of characterization. Jed wouldn’t keep saying “they’ll never love anyone else” if he was planning to introduce a love triangle. He’s already told us the outcome.

The arc we are set up for next season is one of healing and them fighting together.   Its time their story comes full circle.

  • Season 1:  Practically inseparable but not a couple
  • Season 2:  Angst…so much angst as Fitz healed.  Jemma left him then because she thought that was what he needed to get better.  She knows now that that is not the case and I do not see her willingly being away from him.
  • Season 3:  Jemma was taken, the whole contrived roadblock Will fiasco, guilt that kept them apart most of the season.  We knew the feelings were there and we finally got them together towards the end of the season.
  • Season 4:  Started with professional separation Jemma’s new job and Fitz working with Radcliffe.  Then it moved to physical separation when Fitz was kidnapped and then thrown into the Framework Hades.  

So my hope for season 5 is we are back to being practically inseparable.   Them working together, working on healing together, and the the bigger issue being getting Fitz wanting to work and create again and seeing he’s not a bad person.  Them fighting to get home so they can move onto the next stage of their relationship.  Get engaged at the very least.  That to me is far more interesting than throwing an rando into the mix that will only serve as a wedge for a few episodes.  

There is also a much bigger targets for the Love Triangle Trope.   We have two other ships on the show right now that they would have an easier time doing that with.   I don’t think they do it with Philinda, they’ve had weird versions of the ‘love triangle’ too already on top of missed windows.  They had their “Maybe there is moment,” in the finale and Coulson was promply taken off to space (so lesson learned never say that unless you want to be taken to space).  We won’t know for a bit if May and the others are there with him.  Or if the team is there, how long the writers drag that out for, what kind of roadblocks they have in store.  Meaning I worry that the couple that could see a love triangle will be Mackelena if they wanted to go that route.  They ended the season on the best note out of all the couples but at the same time they are the newest, still getting to know each other, and they haven’t been/worked with each other for an extended period of time.  Its a whole new ballgame for them if they are indeed living and working together and they will face some of the growing plains that we saw even Fitzsimmons having as they adjusted to their new relationship ‘on the job’.  

Not to mention we have Daisy in the mix too, they could pull the another trope with her where they introduce two prospects and do the whole “who will she chose” crap.  For the record I do not want that!   And like you said AOS isn’t that kind of show.  If they went anywhere near this it would be super low key and likely slow burn.   

Yes, the writers can do anything, but its not what they have set up or where I feel the story is going to go.  They’ve set up the endgame (Marriage and Perthshire), they’ve even set up the next obstacles (possibly being kidnapped to space and both needing to heal from the Framework).  If this is the last season we’ve got 22 episodes to get us a good way into the Endgame.   And I’ll be blunt, a love triangle for Fitzsimmons after everything we had this season would just be the straw that broke the camels back.  I survived the Framework…barely (I even designed a T shirt)…I won’t stick around for a contrived love triangle.  


The first thing that Laindawar noticed when he had first laid eyes on Muil was how her eyes gleamed. A mixture of sadness and mirth. The longer he spent time with her the more this was confirmed.

This Avari had a duality to her, a bitter sadness inside of her and a mirth and happiness that was rare in the eldar he knew. Most were weary from their long lives and all the sorrows they bore.  

That was what he noticed when he saw her sitting down in the moor (she was also still troublesome). Her long, brown hair floating out around her on the ground. She had taken the mass down from its usual preparation. She was gazing at the sky; leaning back against her hands as she did so. The only change in her posture was that her ears swiveled towards him as he came from the direction of camp.

Without speaking he sat down beside her. His back towards her as he looked out towards the small pond. In the distance the mountains loomed and a small forest grew behind them. Another small pond was enshrined in the forest. He had found it when he was scouting out the area.

The silence between them was peaceful. Off in the distance the sun was low in the sky casting a beautiful, warm light over the valley. The flowers opened around them greeting the coming of Tilion. Releasing their sweet scent in the valley.

It also meant that Meluiwen was still asleep. Her gentle snores coming from the direction of the cart. A tent thrown over it too shelter the child from the elements.

Near the wagon was Kara who was sharpening her ax. Every once in a while she would glance towards the tent. Laindawar was unsure if it was because the dwarrrowdam did not trust the orc-child. If this was the case she  was wary of her. It could also be she was curious about the orc-child. He didn’t see the point in asking anyway. It was not like he had a reason to pry.

A gentle rustling and then warmth pressed against him. His heart sped up as Laindawar could only imagine one thing that would cause such a warmth. She was resting her head against his back. 

“What is on your mind Pigenor?” she asked. Sensing that something was off with him. Her eyes darting over the scene in front of them. A smile gracing her features as she espied the nervous way Kara acted. She sensed no malcontent towards her child and figured that Kara was curious and did not want to admit it.

He felt his face heat up. Her hands were moving through his hair. Brushing it out with idle strokes of her hand. Shivers raced up his spine. This was new to him, no one besides his family had dared such a thing before.

He did not answer her. Instead he looked up at the changing sky. Admiring the way the colors changed as the sky waited for the sun to set.

She didn’t feel ruffled by his lack of a response. Instead she was busy with the thoughts of her own mind. She was in a difficult mood again. A longing stirring inside of her. She was so tired of being lonely. Sharing so much time with mortals had changed her. She had attached her heart to so many and when they passed on it tore at her. Unlike many who would have long ago faded or wearied from the grief Muil stood form. Unmovable in her resolve to save the world.

But with this endurance came the desire for something more tangible. Someone who she could share her thoughts and feelings. Someone whom she could share her soul without fear of them slipping through her fingers. For like all the eldar she could die of a broken heart - and that is not how she planned to end her days at all.

Unwilling to stop herself as she mused she brushed his Laindawar’s hair. Trying with her desperate thoughts to content herself with this small intimacy.

Laindawar said nothing. Instead he smirked and continued to watch the sky. He too enjoyed the comfort of her touch. It reminded him of his family and that soothed him. He missed his brothers and his father more than he cared to admit.

Soon though Muil found herself feeling rather puckish. A mischievous light filling her storm-silver eyes. Could she get a rise out of him?  Her hands moved from his hair to his ears. Running the tips of her fingers over them as she knelt behind him. Bending down she nipped the tip of one of his ears. Biting it and lavishing the tip with her tongue. A trick she used to do to her sisters to instigate them. A giggle escaping her as she felt him stiffen. Her fondest wish was that it had worked!

Not wanting to stay and see how he would retaliate she stood up and hurried off. She moved with a fleet grace towards the forest. She did not want to act like a child in front of the others. But she needed this release.

Yet, as soon as she moved out of sight and hearing of the rest of the group she felt the air escape her lungs. She squeaked as she was brought to the ground with an audible thud.

Laindawar was on top of her in a heartbeat. Pinning her beneath him he snarled at her. His ears red as he gazed down on her, a fire burning in his blue eyes.

She regretted her decision in this instant. Her eyes widening as fear washed over her. How would this small, but much stronger, elf react?

“Turnabout is fair play.” he reprimanded before he bent down and licked the shell of her ear. A smile of triumph gracing his features as he noticed the glazed over look in Muil’s eyes.

Laindawar could not bring himself to move as he looked down at her. Worry worming its way into him even though his face remained impassive. He was unsure of what to do in this situation. Had he upset her in some way? Did he trigger something? His worry began to blossom like kudzu vines. Sweat starting to bead on his brow.

Pushing herself up against him she touched her ear a nervous half-smile on her lips. A giggle then escaped her. Turnabout was fair play and she was glad she had not upset him. She had a moment when she had remembered being tackled by her sister Gilrin when she did it to her. A sweet memory that brought a wistful smile to her lips.

Reaching up she trailed her fingers over his neck. And then she giggled. “I’m not as sensitive as you are .” she admitted. His ears were red after all and she was very sure hers were not. As she had done this many times with her family she was actually positive hers were not red.

Staring down at her he leaned down and bit her ear this time. Deciding that if she was going to state that he was going to prove her wrong! This elicited a squeal from the much taller elf. Writhing under him she giggled with uncontrollable mirth and bucked hard; breaking away. Laughter blossoming from her as she sprinted off towards the pond.

She slid to a stop and turned around. Colliding with him again with an oomph. Then she rolled them over. Straddling him she continued to giggle. Mirth filling her to the brim.

Running her hands over his armor she started untying it with deft fingers so she could reach his ribs. His laughter soon filled the air and he was a writhing, giggling mess under her. Her eyes glittered with joy at the sound of his laughter. He was so ticklish! This was something she would use in the future…

Her hands stilled as she glanced over towards the pond. A gasp of wonder escaping her. Her hand flying to her lips as she saw a star shoot across the sky.

Laindawar wheezed as he caught his breath. His face was red from the force of his laughter. Reaching up he started to run his hands up her side to try and get her back.

“Laindawar look!” she whispered. Excitement in her voice. He followed her gaze. His blue eyes widening as he saw the stars shoot across the sky.

He laid there watching them for a while before he found that his gaze wandered over to her.

He couldn’t help but smile a softening gracing his features as he saw the excitement in her eyes. She was so vivid and emotional. A bright spot in the world that had for so long been tainted with darkness. She wasn’t afraid to love, and learn, and above all she was true to herself. She was vivacious and full of life and he-

Shaking his head he looked back out at the sky.

“Have you ever seen anything like this before Trethril?” he asked his voice soft. He wanted to change the course of his thoughts and he knew the best way was to engage her in conversation.

“A few times.” she answered. Her voice soft and filled with her wonder. “I was very small when I saw it the first time. My father took me out to show me the stars as they were flung from sky.”

Her voice broke and she looked away from the shower. Looking down at Laindawar she managed to smile. Her eyes filled with tears. “It is one of my favorite memories of my father.”

Laindawar was unsure with how to comfort her. But, he decided, it would be best for her to talk to him about herself. She rarely spoke about herself. Instead she spent her days

Wiggling out from under her he sat up next to her. So now at least he could look her in the eye. “Tell me about your family Baralineth.” he stated. Not giving her an once of room to change the subject.

Blinking she looked over at him. “You are quite the dictator you know that Laindawar?”

Tears filled her eyes as her mind turned towards the bittersweet memories of her family. She had not talked to anyone about her family in many years. She had not even seen them in an age. Where they even alive?

A voice told her she would find out soon. They would have to pass through the Hisildi stronghold of Celeblas in the Tinnutaur.

Yet, sensing he was not meaning to be so demanding she nodded and laid down. Resting her head on the ground next to his legs.

Gazing up at the night sky she felt her eyes turn towards her favorite constellations.  The stars were twinkling with their beautiful light above them.

“To begin my father was a great Hisildi. His name was Noruinvion and he was tall and dark. It has been said that I have inherited his smile and eyes.” she admitted with a wistful smile. Images of her father laughing and holding her, her siblings, and her mother filled her head. She swore at times she could smell his warm musk if the night was clear. If their was one person she missed most it was her father, her namesake.

“He met my mother when she was appointed to be the  ambassador for the Kalondi. Her name as a maiden of her father’s house was Norgalades. She was fierce and fiery but she was unbreakable in her steadfastness. So much so that my father, even before he wedded her called her Thalawesbes and to this day that is the name she goes by.” Smiling she reached out and took a lock of Laindawar’s hair. Twirling it around her fingers. Soothing herself with it’s texture and the fact she was keeping her hands busy.

Then Muil continued, “They were happy for an age. But, as much as they longed for it a child would not come easily for them. Many times she felt a child take root but…well…some things are not meant to be.“ She looked up at Laindawar, her eyes gleaming. His jaw was set and the muscles there taunt. She fought the urge to run her fingers over them. To urge him to relax. She resisted this though. Instead, she continued her story. "But then, my mother was not feeling well. I have been told that she grew most joyous as she realized that I was strong enough to endure.”

“And beyond.” Laindawar mused as he gazed down at her. Relishing in secret that happy, joyful look in her eyes as she talked of her family.

“And beyond.” She agreed. Her gaze meeting his filling her with warmth. “My little sisters came twenty-five years later. Imagine the surprise when my mother gave birth to twins! She who had endeavored for so hard and so long to bring one child into the world was now blessed with three! When I was older my mother confided in me she knew she carried twins. But, she wanted to suprise my father and she was scared that this pregnancy wouldn’t end well.“

Shaking her head as if to ward of a memory she turned her focus. "My sister’s names are Gilrin and Tinnuien. And oh, they were the pride of my life. I helped bring them into this world.” she admitted with a grimace. “I was twenty-five and my mother and I were walking in the woods and boom. They decided to come early. They have always been impetuous.”

“My little brother was much the same. He was such a shock.”  Laindawar admitted.

“You have a sibling?” she asked incredulously. Her voice filled with wonder. "I cannot imagine a world with more people who act like you.”

“I have two. They are named Laerophen and Legolas.”

“Do they act anything like you?” she asked.

“Are you trying to insult me?” he demanded to know. Stiffening as he prepared himself for a verbal bout.

“Never.” she answered, a lazy smile gracing her lips. “I am simply curious to know about your family as well.”

“I will tell you about them later.” he finally acquiesced, relaxing once again.

Nodding Muil started to lazily braid his hair. She scooted up so she could rest her head on his lap.

“Have you any niblings?” she asked. Curiosity about his family filling her. “What of your mother and father since you will not tell me yet of your brothers.“

“I have a brother-in-law if that counts.” Laindawar muttered. “His name is Gimli.”

“That is not an Eldar name is it?” she inquired.

“No. He married a dwarf.” Laindawar stated, his eyes hardening as he gazed down at her. Waiting to see how she would react.

“Amazing.” she whispered in disbelief.

“You are disgusted?” he demanded to know. Worried that she meant something sinister by her comment as her face was unreadable.

“Why would I be? For me race means little. I mean, think about it Pigenor. I am raising an orc..” she answered. Her fingers moving  soothingly over his hair. "Meluiwen is the child of my heart. I was there from the beginning with her. Why would your brother marrying a dwarf bother me in the least? Use that mind Pigenor.” she teased.

“You must tell me that tale sometime.” Laindawar stated as he decided to ignore that poke at his pride.

“I will Pigenor. But you must also tell me of your parents sometime. I am insatiable to know more about your people.”

With a slow hand he started to smooth her hair. He nodded once as he brushed her long hair out of her face. “That seems fair.”

“Indeed.”  She answered. Then she buried her hands again in his hair. A gentle tug and she pulled him down to her. Her eyes closing as she kissed him. Her lips quivering as the fear of rejection flowed through her. She was joyful at the same time that she had found someone to talk to. This had come to show itself in her desire to kiss him. And being as impetuous as her sisters she had done just that.

Before he could react he heard Meluiwen. She was calling for Muil and, of course Muil was up and walking back towards the camp. Yet she did stop once. Turning to look at him she smiled.

“Come on Pigenor.” she called.

When the elves returned to camp Kara didn’t even have to glance over at Jeri to know they were smiling ear to ear. How by Mahal did they know what was going on between those two?

Reaching into her worn, leather coin purse she withdrew ten gold coins. Walking over to Jeri she slapped the coins down into their outstretched hand.

“Why are there stwicks and leaves in yoo hair Mommee?” Meluiwen asked.

“I fell dear.” Muil answered gently.

“Zhen why is there stwicks and weaves in ‘Aindywar’s hair?”

“He was the cause of the fall so I took him down with me.” she answered with a bright smile.

Laughter caused Muil to look up. Her eyebrow raised as she looked at Jeri who was cackling with laughter.

“What is so funny Master Jeri?” she asked, her eyebrow quirking with confusing. “Did I say something?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Jeri quickly answered. Wiping the tears of mirth from their eyes.

Shrugging Muil carefully picked up Meluiwen and smiled. “You, my dear, need a bath.”

“So you do to Mommee!” she answered. Hugging her mommy tightly. “And so does ‘Aindywar!” she retorted as she pointed at the elf who was staring at Jeri with a gaze that could have killed.

Jeri was still smiling.

“You are going to have to talk to me later about this development ‘Aindywar’” Jeri stated as they caught their breath.

“You can go fuck a cantankerous goat.” Laindawar shot out.

Thankfully at that point Meluiwen was out of earshot. Still, Muil would have to have a serious discussion with them later about what was appropriate to say in front of a child.

Kalondi - Another people of the Avari. They live near Harad and the South. They are deeply in love with the desert and all it’s dangerous beauty.
Tinnutaur - The great forest where the Hisildi live. It means Star Forest. It was named thus as it is a jungle. The floor has bio-luminescent plants that make it look like  there are stars in it. It is considered quite lovely by many of the Avari. It is the childhood home of Muil and it is massive.
Celeblas - The Capital of the Hisildi realm. This was not the original capital as that was laid under siege by Sauron. He gutted the Hisildi by attacking them there and weakened them. Now there are so few of Hisildi left.


codex-chaotica  asked:

So all your posts about Nirvana In Fire are compelling me to watch it, since I think it's something my better half and I would like. Is there any particular method you use to watch it? Also on a slightly related note, do you watch Thunderbolt Fantasy at all?


I was careful to avoid any too-major spoilers here!  If you want to go in completely unspoiled, skip this, but if you’re on the fence, here’s a bunch of reasons why you should totally watch Nirvana in Fire!  (Btw, if you do plan to watch it, I would blacklist the spoilers tag, because I think it’s worth the effort! ♥)

→ You can watch it on Viki here!  Or DramaFever here!  Or on YouTube here! Basically, wherever you go to watch dramas, you’ll probably be able to find it. While Viki’s subs look the best of those I’ve seen (they got their hands on textless raws!), I admit the ads interrupting the show did put a crimp in the flow of it for me.  I would have cried like three times as much if I weren’t given breaks so often, so weigh which is more important to you or scout around a bit.

→ This is beautiful, beautiful series.  The sets are amazing.  The costumes are amazing.  The decorations are gorgeous, the details fantastic.  The people are stunning. Everything is just beautiful to look at!  SO MUCH PRETTY.  ♥

→ There are some great female characters!  While the male characters have more screentime/are ultimately the central plot, this is a drama that treats its women really well, they’re important and meaningful and varied.  They swear + terrify little shits who try to chastise them, they have such vastly different personalities, from quiet and calm in the face of anything this Court can throw at them to warriors who can kick anyone’s ass.  And they have relationships with each other.  They have relationships where they’re the central character.

→ There are EPIC PLOT MACHINATIONS BATTLES, where actions from decades ago are going to come back to haunt the fuckers who fucked innocent people over and YOU CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HOW SHIT GOES DOWN, once the main character starts stirring the pot.

→ Everyone in this drama is complicated.  Characters you start out liking may end up being poisonous snakes, but you’ll still have feelings about them because you understand where they come from.  Characters who make you uneasy in the beginning may prove to be truly vile, but you still understand where they come from.  There are characters that are too good for this world and you will love them with all your heart and want to marry them because they’re such a perfect sweet wuxia prince. There are characters that you’ll hate as soon you see them and never will that waver.  There are characters that you’ll want to protect, characters you’ll admire, characters that you feel compassion for, characters you’ll want to see kicked to the curb, characters who are too complicated to really put in a single box, and they’re all engaging and enthralling in just the ways they’re meant to be!

→ The main character is absolutely amazing.  He’s played by Hu Ge (who is super hot, too)(but also an amazing dork) who is phenomenal in this part, he has perfected this unreadable stare, where you can’t pinpoint precisely what he’s thinking or feeling, he gives nothing away, while being so intense you feel like he’s looking right into your soul.  Probably because he is.  His monster level genius is his greatest weapon now that he’s frail and sickly, he uses it to rip apart the corrupt Court, to expose every dirty thing they’ve done, to yank down every support pillar the two main Princes have, so that they lose their favor, so that Jingyan rises up, because he’d be a good Emperor, to put right the wrongs that happened.

You’ll love him (along with everyone else, who wants to baby him because he pushes himself so hard, he totally has a harem of people who like him best, because EVERYONE likes him best) because he’s so arrogant in his own intelligence, but he’s not wrong.  Just because he’s secretly a total brat about it doesn’t mean he’s not still the smartest person in the room.  And there are some truly amazing moments of his suppressed brattiness showing through!

→ Everything about Prince Jing (Jingyan), the least influential/ranked prince of the princes that we’re paying attention to.  What first gets your attention is that he’s stunning to look at, his costuming is incredible, but you quickly come to love him for his personality.  Jingyan is the prince who was best friends with Lin Shu (main character) and just cannot let go of what happened to the Lin family, he wouldn’t stop asking questions, no matter how much influence or favor he lost.  He cannot believe they were traitors, he’s still furious about it a decade later, this is something that triggers a white hot rage in him, and watching him struggle through those feelings, to learn to put aside the direct anger because he needs to temper it and not burn everything in his path with it, so that they can try to actually uncover the truth, it’s an incredible journey to watch.

He’s a military man, which means he’s not one for politics and he hates them even more for what they did to the Lin family and how no one could even talk about it because of politics.  Learning to work with the system while making it better, learning to trust this Mei Changsu person that he has no idea is the person he misses most in the world, that’s one of Jingyan’s most important journeys in the series and it’s so, so fascinating to watch.

→ And his relationship with the main character is ultimately the heart of the show and it’s so good, you’ll want to lay on the floor and cry about all the feelings you have for all the shit they go through.  Maybe you’ll ship it, maybe you won’t, but it’s certainly there if you want it, to the point that the actors IN AN OFFICIAL PROMOTION FOR THE SHOW joked about how Jingyan gave Lin Shu/Mei Changsu an engagement pearl, to the point of mock proposing in that promo.

→ Basically:  Come for the pretty everything, stay for the writing/acting that is top-notch and characters that will stay with you even after you’ve finished!