Is The Gifted trying to make Dreamer’s ability seem all bad? She uses it to violate Clarice’s head and then when I finally think they’ll show us her using it in a good way, she messes with the Sentinel Service guy’s head and gives him even more trauma. We’ve yet to see her ability do more than harm.
I don’t dislike Cho because she was grieving (I feel sorry for her), I dislike her because 1. it seems like she used Harry as a rebound even though she wasn’t ready for a new relationship and 2. because she always was so hysterical when Harry even so much as MENTIONED Hermione (his best friend) while she was talking about Cedric all the time and expected Harry to be okay with that. It just seems hypocritical.
"Maybe I'm just crazy" Annaleen? 💓💓💓💓💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💖💖💗💗💗💗
What We’re Owed
Word Count: 1078
A/N; Sorry this was so late, I hope you enjoy it!
“Maybe I’m just crazy,” Eileen sighed, stirring her cup of coffee with her spoon as she watched the cream meld with the black liquid, “but shouldn’t children be grateful for their parents bringing them into the world? I could have just as easily gotten rid of the brat, and how does she repay the hell she put me through? Following her heart? What kind of bullshit did that stupid old man fill her head with.”
“I don’t know,” Anna sighed. Eileen’s eye twitched at the annoying sound, fighting the urge to throw the steaming coffee on her friend’s face. Ha, friend. She had been spending too much time with the damn ball of sunshine and teddy bares. Both things that Eileen thought were far too overrated and unnecessary, much like the woman she was comparing them too. “I think Wendy knows what she owes me for taking her in. She’s always leaving me these adorable presents and sweet notes. She’s not my favourite for nothing.”
“And when was the last time you saw Wendy?” Eileen asked, voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness.
“Hmm,” Anna said, leaning back in her chair as she thought. The afternoon sun made her pale blonde hair glint, tip of her ponytail falling over her shoulder, purple icing smudged on her lip from her half eaten cupcake. “A week or two ago, I think? She made dinner for me the night I had that big presentation due!”
“Anna that was two and a half months ago,” Eileen said flatly, rolling her eyes at Anna’s shocked expression. “And didn’t she put lemon in the chicken? You know, the only fruit you’re allergic to?”
“Oh, she didn’t mean to! And the hives went down right away,” Anna smiled. Eileen wished Wendy had shoved an entire lemon down Anna’s throat instead of just spiking the chicken. She had to admit though, the kid could be ruthless when she wanted to be, which was better than her own wasted potential of a child.
Regardless, they were spending far too much time not talking about Eileen.
“Can you believe that Erza would rather be a teacher than follow my lead as a lawyer? All that genetic material wasted by that damn conscious of hers,” Eileen’s lip curled at the thought. Why would she ever lower herself to help others? If anything, they should be begging to help her. Just like Erza should, seeing as she failed her original purpose of keeping her father under Eileen’s control. While he was a stupid and cruel man, he had been hers, and Eileen would rather see the thing dead than lose control of what belonged to her.
“Makarov has always been a strong believer in those things,” Anna admitted. Her nose scrunched like a kitten when she tried to pick all the pink sprinkles off the remaining half of her cupcake. Eileen hated kittens. Ironically, Anna hated pink. Weren’t they such a lovely pair. Eileen scoffed at her own thoughts before speaking.
“I can’t believe she fell into the one fucking orphanage that won’t sell to Alvarez after the incident at the Tower,” Eileen sighed, stirring her coffee more violently as irritation built under her skin. “I told him mixing ages would lead to those vermin getting ideas but noo, Zeref refuses to listen to counsel as always.”
“Legal council,” Anna reminded her, popping the rest of her cupcake into her mouth. Eileen felt her lip curl in a sneer at the emphasis Anna put on the word.
“I have known the man for almost a decade,” Eileen spat.
“And I have known him since he was a child.” Anna said, “helping him search through the orphanages for his lost brother only a few months old when Zeref was already ten or twelve. Or do you think I would take in five children of my own will?”
“Seeing as how you abandoned your actual blood niece I suppose not,” Eileen said dryly, conceding to Anna’s hard glare. Eileen much preferred when the cold steel entered her boring brown eyes than the usual vacant joy. “How long was it until you dropped Natsu off with Igneel anyway?”
“I had him for a few years, but you know boys, so gross and icky as they grow up.” Anna said. Zeref had been very displeased with Anna at giving away his thirteen year-old brother, which meant Eileen had enjoyed the few months of bliss where Anna wasn’t able to do no wrong. Nothing felt better than watching others fail.
“You finally have an empty nest now,” Eileen hummed. Natsu had gone off with Igneel, Gajeel to Metallicana, Sting and Rogue to those disgusting saps
Weisslogia and Skiadrum, and finally Wendy had moved in with Grandine. It was exhausting keeping track on these useless children, but Eileen liked to make sure she knew everything about everyone that interacted with her daughter.
“Not quite yet,” Anna said, wagging her finger at Eileen. Eileen wanted to break it, but focused on her breathing instead.
“Wendy has moved in with Grandine now that her tours are over in wherever this stupid country is fighting against.” Eileen said sharply.
“What?” Anna asked, hurt clouding her eyes as she looked at her empty plate.
“For two and a half months,” Eileen said snidely, a pleasant feeling growing in her chest as she watched Anna finally understand what had happened. Served her right for being so damn naive. “And now what you see what I mean about children being so fucking ungrateful? Look at all we do for them, and this is how they repay us! Leading their own lives as if they don’t owe us those lives.”
Eileen swung her hand out in agitation, spilling the coffee across the table. She sighed standing up and grabbing her case. She was due in court in an hour and half, some stupid reporter putting their nose where it shouldn’t be and trying to ‘expose’ Alvarez production. As if they were any match for Eileen’s tongue. “C’mon,” she said, not looking at the still pouting Anna, “let’s go see if we can convince that little brat how good you were to her.”
Eileen snarled when Anna beamed up at her, grumbling but not shaking Anna off as she slung her arm around Eileen’s elbow. Satisfaction curled in her chest, easing her need to kick something when she saw the waitress hurry to their table with a rag and step in a puddle of the liquid.
“Order 342, please. Two veggie pizza with extra cheese and garlic bread.”
Sakura sighed for the fifth time in the past half hour and watched as a dark haired boy with unhealthily-pale skin stepped forward to take his order.
Her order was taking forever although all she had asked for was a medium sized pepperoni pizza and potato wedges. Now it was only her and another man waiting on the stools under too-bright lamps hanging too low from the ceiling.
A sigh sounded from the man next to her. It was quiet, barely audible but it caught her attention anyway. She was, after all, so bored she felt like she might die. Her phone died a while ago, leaving her with nothing to do but fidget and stare miserably at the cashier, who she was pretty sure could here her stomach grumbling all the way from where he stood.
She turned to look at her companion and her jaw nearly dropped. How had she not noticed she was sitting next to an exquisite member of the male species?
He had very distinct features, ones you’d expect to see in a magazine, not in a Pizza Hut shop at the corner of the street. His hair was pale and messy in that ruggedly handsome kind of way; all over the place and curling slightly at the edges. His arm flexed as he reached to run his fingers through it, mussing it up even more.
She was pretty sure his chiselled jawline could cut glass.
Abruptly, twin charcoal irises locked with her emerald ones and she nearly recoiled. Had she been caught blatantly and shamelessly ogling this beautiful stranger? Better remedy the situation and quickly, “it’s taking a while, huh?”
The corner of his mouth lifted up in a small smile and she nearly swooned, he even had a small freckle on his chin, “it sure is,” he drawled, tone low and absolutely delicious to the ears and then reached to cover his mouth as he yawned, “been here for forty minutes.”
“Sucks.” She muttered distractedly. How could someone look good when <i>yawning?</i> The hunger must be messing up with her mind.
As if on cue, her stomach grumbled loudly. The rosette felt her cheeks flush and she looked away, wrapping her arms around her middle.
His chuckled rang through the empty shop, much to her horror, “quite hungry aren’t you?”
“Shut up.” She said on reflex, her cheeks undoubtedly burning.
He quietened abruptly, prompting her to look over at him to check if she had by some miracle, offended him. Instead, she received an immediate apology, “I’m sorry, did I embarrass you? I didn’t mean to.”
“N-no, no it’s okay,” she stammered, waving her hand dismissively in hurried efforts to assure him and simultaneously change the topic. “I’m Sakura by the way, I didn’t get your name?”
His face relaxed back into the same charming smile where his mouth lifted just at one corner, hinting at a dimple, “Kakashi.”
“And what are you doing at Pizza Hut at eleven, Kakashi?” She wondered, slightly entranced as she watched him lean forward to rest his head on his upturned palm and tilt his chin cutely, fixing his half-lidded gaze on her.
“I’m having a… sleepover of sorts, and the fridge is understocked.” He admitted, yawning again. “Genma—my friend—he wouldn’t stop whining about being hungry so here I am. What about you?”
“I just got off from my hospital shift and I’m too lazy to cook.” She said sheepishly and his eyes widened slightly.
“You’re a doctor?” He whistled, causing her cheeks to flush again. “Nice. If I had previously known there are such pretty doctors at the hospital I wouldn’t have minded it so much.”
Was he… hitting on her? She picked her jaw off the floor, hoping her cheeks didn’t match her hair as much as she feared, “shush,” she stammered, flattered and scrambled to change the conversation again, “you… you hate hospitals?
He made a contemplative sound at the back of his throat. "I’m not saying I hate them, I’m just saying if I were terminally ill and dying I’d rather sleep it off.”
“Wow,” she let out a startled laugh, “do I want to know?”
He squinted cutely as he gave her a tight lipped smile and shook his head, “nope. Nope you don’t.”
The conversation drifted into silence, and Sakura searched her brain for anything to say, “I used to dislike hospitals too, ” she informed, hoping conversation would pick back up, “I hated shots.”
He laughed, and it held a strangely musical lilt, “how cute. Not gonna lie, I used to get dragged there kicking and screaming to get them. Not much changed about the being dragged kicking and screaming part though.”
Sakura had to bite her lip to hold her laughter, “I’ll have to make sure to be there to witness it next time it happens then.”
He flashed her a downright sexy devious grin, “oh boy, now I’m not sure if I want to avoid the hospital even more or visit it more often.”
There he goes again, she felt her cheeks warm once more and diverted her gaze. “I’ll show you the restricted wing if you come over.” She offered, her voice dropping to a whispered, “truth is, we murder tough patients there and sacrifice them to the gods.”
“Terrifying,” he gasped, “will I be sacrificed too?”
“Haven’t decided yet.” She pursed her lips to hold back her smile, “might hold on to you.”
“Well, this humble human being has no objections whatsoever.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her and <i>goddammit Sakura, since when are you so easily charmed?</i>
“Order 343,” called the cashier.
Kakashi straightened suddenly, “that’d be me.” He stalked off to receive his order, leaving Sakura’s eyes to trail after him with obvious disappointment.
He returned two minutes later, one hand stuffed in his leather jacket and the other holding a bag. “I’ll be going now. It was nice meeting you, Sakura. Will you be able to make it home safely? I can wait for you if you want.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” she hurried to assure although she wanted him to stay, “I live just down the street. Don’t keep Genma waiting.”
He grinned lopsidedly at her and began to walk backwards, “well, as you wish, good night Sakura.”
“‘Night Kakashi.” She said, trying to keep her disappointment from leaking into her voice.
“You’re not gonna ask for her number?” Sniggered the blond man behind the cashier, causing Kakashi to grin and wink at her as he opened the door to exit.
“Nah, I’ll just have to visit that dreadful hospital and find her sometime. You can’t miss someone with a hair like that.” And then he was gone, leaving behind a gaping Sakura and a giggling blond.
Y'know, I think one of my least favorite evolution of things in fandom is the term “Mary Sue”.
Back in 2002, 2003 when I started writing and reading fanfic in earnest, the term was used to describe (at least in the vernacular I was most familiar with) a very specific phenomenon: a clearly self-insert character in a fanfic, usually female, often with heterochromia and unusual/dyed hair, with a name that does not fit the canon, who is found by the canon characters being pursued by the Big Bad (or the Popular Bad), and who likely ends up being related to one of the cast members. She then ends up having powers heretofore unseen in the world and uses them to save everyone.
The idea that you could apply the term “Mary Sue” to a canon character was laughable.
It is not appropriate to make fun of young fanfic authors for writing such a character (it’s where many authors start out) but at least back then, you could make the argument that it referred to a very specific subgenre of fic, and that it might not be what someone is looking for (I mean if you were writing your own self-insert fanfic, you probably didn’t have a lot of interest in other people’s). Was it still unnecessarily derogatory? Yeah, and that’s not cool. But at least it had very clearly defined edges.
Now even canon (female) characters can earn the label and for such nebulous, inconsistent reasons: too strong? too weak? too klutzy? too pretty? too bland? It’s so stupid and it’s so meaningless and I am so ready for the term to fall fully out of fashion. It gets thrown around and derails analyses of characters, and I’m over it.
It’s about time someone took the time to sit down and call out @rhea245 !! Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s clear that most of y'all that hate Rhea are too, hmm, what’s a good word for it….chicken shit to call her out yourself, so I’ll do the dirty work.
It’s from RE Veronika novel by SD. Perry; official and canon.
well, Chris you…
Dude, didn’t you hear what Jill said? Millions will die! and he just “Well yeah, but–” (seriously, I almost ship them…I might have, if I weren’t already knee-deep in NivanField.)
knowing there’s nothing he could do, but still can’t just walk away to save himself.
AND MOST OF ALL:
“There’ll be a day when you have to come with a decision. Kill them or be killed.” … and he still spoke about it cooly. You weren’t cool or exactly level-headed about it, dude ;v;.
(I re-read RE1 novel and RE Veronica (only at Chris’s part, lol) by
SD. Perry, a while ago. Have a lot to talk about it XD and of course still a
lot to draw. But as this past week has been a little hectic for me with jobs
and things coming up (karma for having too many free time in July), I’ll just
post about this first as I’d like to share and wanna talk about it. I may sound
like a retarded again=v=;, talking about old stuff that people may have talked
about already. But who cares!?)
It seems Claire managed her emotion better than Chris? Then again,
Claire changed a lot in RE Revelations 2. Waking up in dilapidated asylum, she
was still calm and level-headed (that was when I started liking her…I used to
dislike her…duh, my reason was stupid). But then she was too assertive with
Natalia…what happened to the sweet Claire when she first met young Sherry in
RE2 and that little girl in RE Degeneration!?). I read somewhere that it’s Capcom fault for putting her that way just
to make Moira take the role of bigger sis. If that isn’t the case then, Claire’s
just changed. In a way, it’s not too surprising, given her job. Then at the
game’s end, she dragged herself away from Moira who fell behind with zero
chance of escaping, in the span of 20 seconds. Previous to that, she managed
her resolution to put an end to her entrusted senior, Neil, in matter of seconds?
And Claire was just 18 when she faced Raccoon’s nightmare, and kickassing at
Chris definitely took time longer than her! Not to mention he
needed a frigging firm push and pull (needed Jill to push him to leave her in
RE5, needed Piers to pull him away from mutated Finn, needed Piers to pull him
from thoughts of vengeance, needed Piers to push him into escape pod and needed
an escape pod to pull him to the surface or else he just wouldn’t leave without
she’s good at sports, she stays in her lane, she doesn’t cause unnecessary anguish and strife a la the tibbles - she’s got a respectable character, i can get behind that. of course you’re entitled to your opinion and that’s fine but in my imo, she ain’t that bad
It was our day off and I made sure to call Caroline bright and early to make plans for the day. The more Jared acted jealous, the more I pushed, making a play for Caroline. At first, the flirting was light-hearted and meaningless. I mean, why not? She’s attractive as hell and single, just like me. If something happened, it happened, but I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. My intention was never to really move in on her, but I couldn’t get over the balls on Jared for acting jealous, especially since he had a girlfriend back at home. I would have backed off, had he simply asked, brother to brother, but since he chose to act like a jealous, immature control freak, it was game on and I play to win.