ignoring since it began


Warnings: none!


;Children. I always wanted one. Ever since I was young. So did Justin. And when I fell pregnant we were over the moon. Once I gave birth to our beautiful baby boy, I was instantly in love and I knew Justin felt the same. He loved our baby with everything he had. I never regretted having him one bit.

;But moments like these is when I wish I could just shove him back where he came from. Even if I do love him he can be a big pain in the ass, but yet again he’s my pain in the ass.

“C'mon, please Jason.” I pleaded to the five month old. “Just go to sleep.”

He continued to whale about, squirming around, giggling and crying all at the same time. I sighed, looking down at the phone in my hand. “Jason,” I whined. “It’s way past your bed time. Actually, it’s way past my bed time.”

Jason only leaned forward and clapped his hands, giggling as if it where funny he was making his mother both exhausted and frustrated. I rubbed my hands over my face, making sure to put extra pressure over my tired eyes and sighed. “You know what, I’m just gonna leave you in your crib. You can sleep on your own.”

I picked the five month old off Justin and I’s shared, king bed and moved him over to his crib in the corner of the room of which Justin insisted on putting in here. I wanted Jason to have his own room but Justin convinced me to put it in here until he was one.

I placed Jason in his large crib and secured the cage to make sure he wouldn’t roll out. Jason only looked up at me with dreadful eyes and began whimpering. I chose to ignore the boy since I knew what he was trying to do.

He may be young but he’s smart. He knows just how to push my buttons and get my attention.

With hesitance, I ran out of the room and quickly shut the door, instantly regretting my actions. I leaned up against the door and listened out for any noises.

It was silent at first, giving me hope that maybe he had decided it was time for rest. All being heard was slight tossing and turning until Jason’s fidgeting turned into whimpering, then cries for attention.

I groaned on the spot and quickly entered the room again to see the boy standing, holding the sides of the crib for balance while yelling out cries.

I quickly pulled him out of the crib, muttering quiet profanities under my breath and moved him to lay down back on my bed. “Why won’t you sleep?” I whined.

I lay Jason down on his stomach and switched the side table lamp on. I then moved to sit directly in front of him with my legs crossed on the bed.

He stopped his tears and looked up at me with his mouth cascading open and wide eyes staring up at my form. It made me realise just how much I really loved him and how I could not stay mad at my beautiful baby boy, even if he has currently deprived me of 5 hours of sleep.

I sighed, lying back on the bed besides my baby, and he quickly used that as an invitation to scoot over to me and climb on my stomach. He lay over my body, kicking around happily and I then just decided that if he wasn’t going to let me sleep, I could at least try to get a little bit of rest.

I closed my eyes, making sure to keep my hand on Jason, just Incase he scooted off somewhere where he could hurt himself and slowed down my breathing but Jason seemed to not have been happy at my current actions and made quickly to spin around and slap my face with his little hands.

I groaned, finally feeling like I had had enough. I quickly shot up, grabbing ahold of Jason’s body and lay him in his crib. He instantly began to cry, sitting up, refusing to sleep.

I once again was about to give in to his cries and cradle him in my arms until I got a glance at the time on my side table ‘3:18am’, realising that enough was enough and I needed to sleep.

“Go to bed Jason. No more!” I yelled in a babyish but demanding tone.

His cries only became louder at my reaction and he made quick to begin kicking about. Minutes had passed of me just lying in bed, listening to his screams and once again, I got up and placed him on my sheets.

“Oh baby boy.” I sighed “What do you want? Are you hungry?” I asked him. He continued to cry. “Do you want your pacifier?” Still cried. “Blankie?” No use.

"What is it?” I whined. That’s when my ringtone began to go off, and I quickly looked across the bed at my phone to see Justin’s ID plastering the screen. I slowly made my way to answer it, placing the phone on speaker while trying to calm Jason down.

"Hey babe. Your awake? I didn’t think you would be.” He stated, but he soon must have heard Jason’s cries since he asked “is that Jason?”

"Yeah. He won’t let me sleep.” I whined. “I don’t know what he wants.”

“Aww. Is Jason being fussy?” Justin cooed. “I’ll be home soon baby, just try and put him down.”

"I will-” I suddenly stopped mid sentence once I realised that Jason’s cries had come to a stop. I spun around to see Jason laying on the sheets silently.

"He stopped.” I said in shock.

"Good. Try and put him to sleep then.”

Jason began to smile and kick around, but stopped once Justin stopped talking. I furrowed my eyebrows at my sons actions and said, “Justin, say something.”

"What? Why?” Justin asked

Jason giggled.

"Say something again!” I smiled.

“Umm….I love you?”

;Jason began smiling and kicking his legs happily. I smirked slightly. “How far are you?”

“I’m turning Into the driveway now.”

“Good. Hurry into the room.”

I hung up the phone and watched as Jason’s attitude turned from a happy one back to a fussy one. Soon enough Justin had made his way into the room, a massive smile on his face once seeing his son laying on the bed. Jason now shared the smile at the sight of his father.

Justin ran forward and grabbed ahold of Jason, holding him the air while attacking his face with kisses. “Aww my Baby boy!” He smiled.

Jason giggled, waving and kicking his hands and feet around until Justin placed him back into the bed, leaning into to give me a kiss.

"Hey baby. How are you.” Justin asked.

I sighed. “Tired.”

Justin smirked and turned to Jason. “Are you keeping mommy up for attention? Don’t worry son, me too.”

I Chuckled lightly “I just don’t understand. He won’t sleep.”

We both turned around to see Jason smiling in the bed again, looking up at Justin, who had poked out his phone and started recording his son. Suddenly Jason began to roll, getting closer to the edge, I quickly jumped forward grabbing ahold of him before anything could happen but he was so close to the edge, and I guess the shock had caused him to cry.

Justin quickly ran forward, taking ahold of Jason in his arms. He quickly quieted down as Justin rocked him back and forth, in a matter of minutes the room was completely silent.

I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned forward to see Jason sound asleep in Justin’s arms. My mouth fell agape, A look of shock on my face as Justin slightly chuckled. “Wha- how?! What did you just do that I haven’t done in the last 5 hours?!”

Justin smiled with a shrug “Guess us guys just stick together.”

"No. Guess he’s just a daddies boy.”

"He just loves me.” Justin stated proudly.

"No, he’s just a suck up to you. And your a suck up to me, meaning you both can kiss my ass.“ I smiled.

;Justin gasped "did you just tell your five month old son to kiss your ass?” He chuckled.

“It’s not that big a deal, I mean, he practically came out of it.”

"No he didn’t, he came out of your vagina.” Justin laughed. I shrugged.

“same difference.”

Fighter - Natasha Romanoff x Reader One Shot

Originally posted by lunaiscute

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//NOTE: I think that this is really my first lesbian one shot. Finally, amirite?//


You were too scared to scream as the cold-eyed man ran the blade through the flesh of your back, your blood dripping down the curve of the knife and down to the floor. Come on, Natasha, where are you? You thought, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip.

You were completely naked, your hands tied up above your head, but you had long since began to ignore the cold air nipping at you, or the lustful glances being thrown at you by the Hydra guards standing around the room, loaded AR-15′s at the ready. 

“I bet you’re wondering where your little red-headed savior is, is that it?” Your torturer said, flashing his yellow, rotting teeth. It took all of your strength not to flinch from the foul smell of his breath. “Well, she won’t be coming for you. I have enough guards and artillery to hold them off for much longer than it will take for you to bleed out.”

Your eyes flew open and you scowled. “You think I’m going to die here?” You asked, blood dripping to the floor from your mouth, the scarlet red of the liquid standing out in contrast to the bare concrete floor. “I’m sorry, sir, but it’s going to take a lot more than a pocket knife to take me down.” You spat out the word ‘sir’ with all of the malice inside of you.

The man noticed your tone and pressed the blade a little harder into your flesh. Not that much, he was making this as slow as he could, but it was still enough to notice. Pain shot through your side, and you bit your lip again to keep yourself from howling.

You had to distract yourself.

Get your head away from this.

Alright, think of Natasha. Think of her smile. Think of how you cuddle up on the couch at night and watch stupid reality shows with acting so bad it’s good. Think of when you make each other breakfast, and share kisses on the terrace of your apartment. 

Multiple memories of these things flashed through your head, and against your will, a small smile began to form on your face, your eyes still closed. Think of the day you both met.

So you did, letting your head drift off from the pain this man was causing you.

“Agent Romanoff, Agent Barton, this is our new recruit, Agent (last name),” Maria Hill gestured to you, a smile on her face. 

Natasha and Clint would be the last Avengers you met today, as you had already met everyone else. They had been busy giving out a mission report, and hadn’t been able to make it to the lounge to see you when you arrived. Clint gave you a quick head nod and ‘welcome’, before turning back around to another agent holding what looked like a much more advanced iPad.

But Natasha walked over to you and stuck out a hand, that signature smile-smirk she had making you melt inside. God, you had seen her in action on TV, but up close it was different. She was so much more beautiful up close.

Oh, did you forget to mention you were not only a badass spy, but also very, very gay? Well, yeah, you were. You felt like crying, because you knew that Natasha wasn’t. But still, a girl could dream, right?

“Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you,” she said, letting go of your hand. You felt red blooming on your cheeks when you realized you had probably been shaking it for way too long.

“I - I know who you are. Not to be creepy or anything. I just, you’re an Avenger, so…” you sighed and closed your eyes, wishing you could go back in time a few minutes and start over. 

“It’s alright. I know what you meant.” Nat assured you, amusement clearly painted in her voice. You opened your eyes to see her smirk still on her face. Maria was also looking amused. 

“Alright, well, Maria, could you show me to my office? I - uh. I just want to see it.” You said quickly, trying to change the subject. Natasha noticed this, and giving you a quick nod of the head, turned around and headed back for Clint.

Maria led you away, but before you left the room, you turned around briefly, and found your eyes meeting Natasha’s.

A slap on the ass jolted you back to reality. You struggled, but then remembered both your hands were tied above your head, and your feet were chained to the floor as well. 

“Good, I thought you were dead, and I was just getting started,” the man let out a short laugh, his voice low and grim. 

You looked around you, and a circle of scarlet was on the ground. You felt a sudden burning everywhere, a choking, strangling amount of pain taking over your entire body. Shit, it hurts bad. Nat, you promised me. C’mon, you promised me… You squeezed your eyes shut again and you willed yourself to do one thing: Remember, remember, remember… 

“Hey, (name),” Nat’s voice rang out from behind you, and you spun around. 

You had been sitting on the couch looking through lingerie catalogs, supposedly for yourself, but inside thinking: Wow, Natasha would look good in that… and that… and that. You felt your face heating up. C’mon, (name), not now, dammit. 

“Oh… uh, hi Nat,” you gave her a quick laugh and smile, and she smiled back.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” She asked, walking towards you. 

You quickly hugged the catalog to your chest, but not before she could see what it was. “Don’t be embarrassed, (name), you’re a spy, but you’re a woman too. Looking at that is completely normal. I have a bunch myself,” Nat said nonchalantly. 

Fucking. Nonchalantly.

You had wanted to come out to her for so long, but you never had, and no one else knew, either. You clenched your legs together as you felt yourself getting wet for the redhead. Good Lord, Nat, if only you knew what you do to me.

“I guess you’re right. Sorry.” You shrugged, opening the catalog back up and returning to your place on the couch. 

“But there’s something else, isn’t there?” Natasha asked, an eyebrow raised. She cocked her head, giving you a concerned and genuine look. “There’s something you’re not telling me. A few things actually. And you’re not telling any of us.”

Shit, shit, shit! You found yourself not only red as a tomato, but mentally face palming. You should have known you couldn’t keep these things secrets for that long. First off, you were really bad at keeping secrets, and second of all, you were living with and surrounded by spies. The best spies. Black Widow. 

“(Name), are you a lesbian?” 

Oh, it was just that. Okay, that wasn’t that bad. I mean, you had no shame about it, but now you would have one less excuse if someone accused you of crushing on Natasha. 

“Y - Yes, I am. And if you have a problem with that-”

“No, not at all. Hasn’t anyone told you I’m bi? Well, I guess that’s not necessarily their job, but, I just figured the word would have gotten out by now.” Natasha hopped right over the back of the couch and joined you, shooting you a smile. “After all, basically my whole life is publicized nowadays, whether I like it or not. I’m starting to question if the paparazzi has spies of their own.”

You gave a weak laugh and returned your look to the catalog, leafing through the glossy pages. Models with killer bodies were all over, but they were nothing compared to Nat. Good Lord, you couldn’t wait to see her in a swimsuit - if you ever got that lucky. 

“You know, I think that one would look super cute on you,” Nat pointed a finger at one of the lingerie sets on the page you were only half looking at. The other half of you was thinking about Natasha in an incredibly skimpy swimsuit.

Speaking of skimpy, the lingerie that Nat was pointing to was barely anything. Basically just pieces of fabric fastened together with the tiniest of strings. You laughed out loud, throwing your head back. “Good one, Natasha,” you giggled. “I might as well not wear anything at all.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad.” 



You gulped and looked at Natasha, knowing your entire face was red. You expected to see her forcing down a laugh or a devilish smile on her face, showing that she was just joking or pranking you off. But she looked completely serious. You opened your mouth to say something, but Nat pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh…” 

It didn’t take very long for her to pull you off the couch and into the elevator. You both didn’t say anything, you because you were still in shock, and her because she was practically vibrating from excitement. She pulled you into her apartment, and shut and locked the door behind her. When she saw you still in shock, she sighed. “S - Sorry. Uh. Never mind - I, uh… that was out of turn. I get it. I was just excited. I thought… it sounds stupid now, but I thought you were crushing on me.”

“N - No,” you felt yourself blushing again. “I am.” 

Nat had been reaching for the handle of the door to let you out, but her hand froze, and she turned around to you, biting her bottom lip.

“But wait,” you stopped her as she pulled her shirt over her head. “What about the team? Are we allowed to get into relationships.”

“I don’t know, honestly, but I just want you right now. Fuck it,” Nat grinned, and in seconds, you were both in nothing but bras and panties, rolling around on Natasha’s living room carpet.

You were surprised out of the dirtier part of the memory when an explosion ripped through the building. The guards were going crazy all of the sudden, running out of the room, AR-15′s propped up. Speakers and comms crackled, boots stomped, doors slammed. The man who had been hard at work torturing you looked up, surprised, when a guard yelled at him. “We need you out here, sir,” the guard said worriedly, and the man nodded quickly and ran out, the guard following close behind.

In seconds, the metal door of your room had shut behind them, and you were alone. Of course, that was of no worry to them. You were bleeding out, tied and chained. Besides, where would you go? There were no windows, no point of escape other than the door.

And you knew that outside of that door were tons of Hydra guards, ready to hurt. Ready to kill. 

Another explosion - this time from the wall of your room, startled you. You closed your eyes and prayed that none of the debris would hit you. 

It didn’t.

What did was a familiar smell, sound, and touch.

And voice.

“(Name), baby, it’s okay, I’m here. We’re going to get you out of here. It’s me. It’s Natasha,” Nat cooed, wrapping something around you. You opened your eyes to see your previously naked body now covered in a white towel that was quickly turning scarlet. 

“Natasha, you came…” you mumbled, the energy quickly draining from your body. 

“Of course I came, baby, of course. Keep your eyes open for me, how bout that?” Natasha asked you, trying to sound calm. And she did, really, but you could see the tears welling in her eyes. The thought, ‘what did they do to you?’ running through her mind.

Suddenly, more people came in the room - Captain America, some medics… they quickly got you out of your restraints and lifted you onto a stretcher. The rest was a blur. Yelling, IVs, hospital machines buzzing around you. A doctor, sharp breaths… stay alive, stay alive, stay alive…

And black.

Just black nothingness.

You opened your eyes. You were in a stark white hospital room, machines making soft beeping noises around you. You were bandaged all over, a terrible blue hospital gown covering you. 

The one thing that immediately caught your attention was the head of red hair looking out the window in the chair next to your bed. 

“N - Natasha?” 

She spun around. She had been crying, you could see, but the look was quickly replaced with relief and happiness and surprise when you called out her name softly. 

“God, (name), never do that again. You scared me so bad. What was I thinking, letting us split up like that. I should’ve known Hydra would be too much for you. I should’ve gone with you…” Multiple apologies flew out of Nat’s mouth, along with her blaming herself for your current predicament. 

“No, Nat, I was a stubborn bitch, I just wanted to prove to you that I could do it when I really couldn’t.”

That was the one thing you hadn’t let yourself think about when you were tied up being tortured by that Hydra man. 

The fight you had gotten into on the quin-jet, in front of everyone, before you had gone by yourself, parachuting right into danger. Right into Hydra’s hands.

You hadn’t let yourself think about it then, and you wouldn’t now. 

“I love you, (name). More than anything in the world. And I’m sorry that we got into that fight. When you didn’t answer your comms, when you didn’t meet up and the rendezvous point… I was so scared that the last thing I ever did to you was fight. I was so scared, (name)…” Natasha was crying again now; looking down at the plain white tiled floor.

“Really? I was never scared,”

Nat looked up at you, surprised. “You weren’t?”

“No, I knew you loved me. I never doubted that. I knew you would come. And I wasn’t afraid to go, either.” You paused for a second, trying to find the way to put what you were about to say. “We risk our lives for the world every day. Sometimes we succeed in what we want to do, who we want to save, and sometimes we don’t. That’s just the way life is. I knew that I was putting my life on the line when I went solo on that mission. I knew the dangers. It was stupid, but I was stubborn, so I did it. I knew I was landing myself in a trap. So Hydra got me. They stripped me and tied me up and cut me. But not once did I ever get scared of death. Because at the end of the day, I knew I had done my part.”

Natasha was nodding intently now, wiping the last of the tears from her eyes. “That’s beautiful, (name),” she praised. “I wish I was that brave.”

That’s when you broke into laughter.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova,” you scolded. “You are that brave, and so much more.”

Nat cracked a smile, and for a few seconds, you both just relaxed in the silence of the hospital room.

“So, did they have to revive me or anything? I don’t really remember,” you asked Natasha. Her smile got even wider.

“They should have had to with the state you were in,” Nat said.

“Did they?”



“Because, (name) (middle name) (last name), you’re a fighter,”

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anonymous asked:

Vivienne says herself that not every Circle experience is the same and thus admits her """"privilege"""" as... a mage... and a black woman (shown in a banter with Cole, there is indeed colorism in at least Orlais) caught in the same system... as everyone else... why does everyone say that her being successful in a systematically oppressive environment make her a bad guy. I love your analysis stuff but don't be That Guy

… I … well, look. I’m sorry if I have said something offensive. I am capable of it, I know.

But … I don’t think she’s ‘a bad guy’, any more than I think that of the Iron Bull or Dorian. I am disappointed in a great many of Bioware’s writing choices in Inquisition, and I include some of Vivienne’s story in that disappointment.

I mean, let’s be clear here: Vivienne is amazing. She got out. She got herself right the fuck out of that Circle and all the way to the Orlesian court. She’s a candidate for the role of Divine, despite being a mage. A breaker of boundaries, a long-term survivor – indeed winner of the Game – and one of the few mages in southern Thedas to have actual combat training.

Vivienne can be kind to those she likes and respects, and give solid advice in a crisis, she can play high politics and dirty tricks with the same aplomb, she is fierce in battle and deadly at court.

She is an incredible and accomplished woman.

But do I think she admits and understands the full extent of her privilege? No. Further, I think much of what she learned in the Orlesian court was actively harmful and wrong. Orlais is a cruel and vicious place. It is bigoted, violent and awful, and has strong prejudices against mages, elves, non-Andrastians and foreigners of all descriptions – I doubt I can begin to imagine the slurs and insults they’d have for a woman of Rivaini heritage. I daresay Cole barely scratches the surface.

Mages rise quickly in the new Circle, having more freedom and responsibility than ever before - even if all true power lies with her.

Epilogue – Inquisition

That’s Vivienne’s ending slide if you make her Divine, and it makes me so sad. It makes sense, of course, that she would do these things. In Orlais self-interest is all. You’re a fool if you don’t accrue as much power as you can, because you can’t trust anyone but yourself. And of course she treats her fellow mages well: she is absolutely not a villain.

But – oh, Vivienne, Vivienne, what have you done? You brought the mages back to the Circles, and you placed the Divine over them with absolute power. I trust you not to go around butchering them or making them Tranquil; of course I do. But your successor? Or the one who comes after her? Them I do not trust. They’re not going to stop hating mages in Orlais because one sits on the Sunburst Throne. Orlais being … Orlais, they may well hate them more. You’ve given your successor a weapon, Vivienne, and it’s pointed right at the mages’ throats.

And you did it because you only know Orlais and the Game. Because you don’t much like things outside of it. And – and this part isn’t your fault – because they gave you so little opportunity to learn.

They silenced Fiona, you see. They took the quest for the mage rebellion and flung it into the future, into a world that has so little to do with their struggles. All those voices that cried out in the earlier games and the novels – they shut them up nicely.

Solas speaks in favour of the rebellion, a bit, but he is fundamentally outside it. He favours the rebellion of slaves in general rather than this one specifically. He can’t talk about it like someone on the inside could.

Why is Fiona – elven woman, mage, former slave – standing meekly in the library instead of right up in your face, arguing. I would pay to see your duel of words: I may think Fiona is right and you are wrong, but you’re both so damn smart and brave and interesting, it would be worth it just to watch the fight.

Why doesn’t In Hushed Whispers put you in with the rebellion, withstanding a Templar siege, allowing the rebels to be courageous and desperate and afraid instead of just – giving you a couple of discontented voices in a pub? Why can’t Vivienne walk into the heart of that with you, and hear what they have to say?

I don’t think she fully appreciates how much suffering she escaped – or indeed, how much harm the Circle did to her, and how much harm it will continue to do, if she restores it.

Vivienne: You must see the value in restoring the circles, Cassandra.

Cassandra: Provided they fulfill their purpose. Too many have suffered since the mage rebellion began, but we cannot ignore the abuses that prompted it. Without change, we risk repeating the events at Kirkwall.

Vivienne: Or recreating its opposite. An overly lenient circle is a comparable threat. Kirkwall is lamentable, but it was the misuse of power, not restrictions, that led to the first Blight.

Vivienne Dialogue

They could have sent you to Kirkwall, Vivienne. They could have done it to you when you were ten years old, too young to know how to stop them. Of course you acknowledge that what happened in Kirkwall was an abuse of power: you’re neither a fool nor a monster. But the person who sent you wouldn’t have been abusing power. You’d have been nothing more than part of a quota. It’s their job to shuffle mages around: alleviate overcrowding here, supplement some talent there. That’s the Circle: guardians of mages, treating them like children and packing them off to places for ‘their own good’.

They’d have made you Tranquil, Vivienne. Or they’d have snuffed out your life in some dark corner. Because you don’t know how to be mediocre. It would destroy you to pretend to be just average at magic, to sit in your cell and do nothing, and make sure never to draw attention to yourself.

The Circle has killed so many people, Vivienne, only through not caring what they wanted. Why can’t Hawke tell you that, Vivienne? Why can’t a pro-mage Hawke howl their outrage at this? You could be Karl Thekla, Vivienne, if your luck had been a little different, and Hawke would know that.

Cassandra: You would prefer to have the templars return to guarding the circles, Vivienne?

Vivienne: Of course, my dear. They need better oversight, clearly, but one does not throw away a tool because it was misused.

Cassandra: Few mages would ask for templars in the circle.

Vivienne: Speak to Ferelden’s first enchanter. You might be surprised. When abominations ravaged your tower, suddenly the world holds far too few templars.

Vivienne Dialogue 

Did you ask him, Vivienne? Or did you just believe what the Chantry said about that little incident? I can only think the latter, because First Enchanter Irving could have told you that the Templars just ran away from trouble. They locked all the mages in with the demons, Vivienne, even the children, and they plotted to murder them all. Think of that, Vivienne: I know demons frighten you. The Templars would have had no qualms about letting them rip out your heart.

It was mages who saved the day, Vivienne. It was Wynne who protected survivors, and then fought her way to the top of the tower to free her fellows. It was Niall who got the Litany of Adralla. Maybe the Hero of Ferelden was a mage too. And Irving and his people – so many of them resisted torture that they could still make up an army to fight the Archdemon. And they did that, too.

Why can’t Leliana tell you that, Vivienne? She was there. She favoured helping the mages. She could tell you who was better at fighting demons; who was brave enough to face them down and win.

Inquisitor: Cole, Vivienne doesn’t want to talk right now.

Cole: She’s afraid!

Cole: Everything bright, roar of anger as the demon rears. No, I will not fall. No one will control me ever again.

Cole: Flash of white as the world comes back. Shaking, hollow, Harrowed, but smiling at templars to show them I’m me.

Cole: I am not like that. I can protect you. If templars come for you, I will kill them.

Vivienne: Delightful.

Vivienne Dialogue

The Circle did that to you, Vivienne. It forced you to fight a demon, it made you smile at the Templars who dragged you in there because they’d kill you if you didn’t. And it’s left you so scared. You’re scared of Cole; you’re scared of any spirit. You do care about him: you’re more than smart enough to see past the horrors of your training, to realise he’s a person and worry about him. But you’ll likely never kill that fear, Vivienne. And they’ll do it to more mages, Vivienne. Some of them will die, and some of them will be left as scared as you. They do it to spirits, too: every bit of misinformation, every bungled summoning, every spirit dragged into the world against its will and turned into a demon – because the Chantry thinks it knows about spirits when it bloody doesn’t.

You could listen to the Avvar, Vivienne, or we could go to Rivain. You could talk about it with Dorian, when the pair of you have finished snarking. You could listen to a Dalish Inquisitor. We could find ways to show you that it needn’t be this way, if only the opportunities were there.

I don’t want to destroy Vivienne, or make her less than she is. I want her to keep on being awesome, and being a candidate for Divine. I just want the game to engage with some of the points it brings up, instead of just letting it sit there.

What I wrote about her was one line in a post that was otherwise about the Iron Bull. I referenced Cassandra, Dorian and Cullen in the same paragraph, precisely because Vivienne is often singled out and I don’t think that’s fair because the problem is not with her, but rather with the game’s writing in general. It was meant to point out that most of the characters have this problem: they are dangerously wrong on some point, favouring oppressive systems or bigotry, and the game does nothing with it at all – at best it lets the Inquisitor deliver an objection that is not in any sense ‘remembered’ by the game in later quests or dialogue.

But – that said, I am flawed, and I am more than capable of being wrong. I wrote all of this to explain my issues with the game in relation to Vivienne, as I did in relation to the Iron Bull before. I could write much the same thing for any character in Inquisition.

If you still think I’m being unfair to her, or prejudiced, then say so and I’ll simply apologise. I can remove the line from the earlier post, too, if you like.


“Ooooh! Look who got caught under the mistletoe!”

Y/N looked up at Jack’s voice, eyes falling on the mistletoe Joe had hung in one of the doorways. She dropped her eyes to who was standing under it, and let out a laugh.

Oli groaned and tried to protest, as Josh blinked up at the innocent plant hanging above his head.

“Fuck it, mate!” Josh exclaimed, grasping Oli’s face and planting a quick peck on the lips. “Merry Christmas!”

The rest of the boys and Y/N burst out laughing as Oli stumbled back, wiping at his mouth. Josh just grinned and walked into the room, grabbing another drink.

They were all gathered at Joe’s flat for a small Christmas party, wanting to see each other one last time before they went separate ways for the holiday. The party was in full swing and quite a bit of alcohol had already been consumed by the boys, leaving them loud and excited, hollering at each other from across the room. And throughout the entire night so far, it had been a joke to get people caught under the mistletoe, although Josh and Oli were the very first to actually be successfully called out on it.

“I hate you so much, Jack.” Oli grumbled, flopping onto the couch.

“Nah, mate. You enjoyed that too much!” Jack winked. He had been the main one trying to get people to kiss, his eyes constantly darting to the doorway whenever someone moved. Y/N sipped on her drink, determined to try and stay in her spot on the couch, because she did not want to get caught in the same situation that Josh and Oli had just been in.

Well, maybe she did with one of the boys…but no one knew that.

Her eyes darted towards the kitchen, where her best friend was leaning against the counter, talking with Caspar. Joe’s face was lit up in a smile as he tossed his head back, a laugh escaping past his lips. His blue eyes were shining, most likely a result of the drinks he had consumed so far tonight. They darted over to her briefly, and Joe lifted his drink in her direction, his smile softening into a private one.

She smiled back before he turned his attention back to Caspar, and then she let out a sigh.

Yes, much better to stay on the couch. Where she would not risk getting caught under the mistletoe, where she would be forced to kiss him.

“You know you have to move at some point in the night.” Conor’s voice made Y/N jump as he slid into the spot next to her.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She replied casually, shifting to look at him.

“Sure you don’t. Except you have had how many of those?” He pointed at the drink in her hand, “And have yet to go to the bathroom. I know you’ll have to get up soon. And we all know the only path to the bathroom is through there.” He then points towards the doorway that Josh and Oli had just passed through.

Y/N glanced from the doorway to Conor’s face, which had a smirk gracing it.

“Are you seriously keeping track of my bathroom usage?”

“If it means getting you stuck under the mistletoe? Yes.”

“That’s just weird, Conor.”

“What’s weird is you avoiding leaving this couch.”

“I’m not avoiding it.” She told him, shifting slightly in her spot.

“Sure you aren’t.” Conor winked, lifting the drink in his hand to take a sip, his eyes still locked on her.

“Oh piss off.” She grumbled, shoving him slightly. He just let out a laugh, leaning back against the couch, hollering something at Mikey across the room.

Y/N did her best to ignore Conor’s words, but since he mentioned the bathroom, she began to realize that she did indeed have to go. All the drinks she had consumed throughout the night all suddenly decided they wanted to make themselves known. She tried to put it off, she really did. But the need became too strong.

So, glancing at the at the other boys, Y/N checked to make sure none of them, particularly the Maynard brothers, were paying attention to the doorway, before she stood from the couch and made her way quickly to the bathroom.

Feeling relieved, she reopened the door and stepped out, bumping into a warm body.

“Woah.” Joe reached out to steady her, grinning down at her. “Watch where you’re walking, love.”

“Sorry.” She mumbled, feeling her cheeks warm.

“I feel like I’ve barely talked to you all night!” He kept talking, but his one hand remained on her waist. Y/N knew then that Joe was slowly becoming drunk, he always became more touchy when he did. And she was very aware of that hand on her waist.

“Not my fault you’ve been busy being a host.” She teased.

“I’ve been neglecting my best friend though, that’s just not right.” He shook his head, eyes shining down at her.

“You’re forgiven.” She patted his chest, noticing how close they were standing. Her heart was racing, and she really hoped he couldn’t tell how nervous he was.

“Well come on, I’ll sit and talk with only you for a while.” Joe moved his hand from her waist to her hand, tugging her towards the living room. Y/N was distracted, that’s why she didn’t think about it, and allowed him to do so.

But as soon as they stepped into that doorway, they froze as the Maynard brothers began to call out.

“STOP!” Jack grinned over at the two.

“And look up!” Conor added, pointing his finger to above them.

Y/N cursed herself silently, before lifting her gaze to Joe, who was already staring down at her, a small smile still on his lips.

“It is the rules.” He spoke softly, shifting to face her. “And you know me and rules…”

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed across her cheek. As Joe’s face moved closer to hers, she felt her eyes flutter close, and a moment later his lips met hers.

The kiss was simple, innocent, but it was perfect. And when he pulled back a moment later, Y/N couldn’t help when her lips chased after his. His chuckle made her eyes reopen, and she blinked up at him.

“Merry Christmas, love.” Joe smiled down at her, squeezing her hand, which was still in his.

“About bloody time!” Conor called out.

“We should have found mistletoe ages ago.” Josh commented.

“Why do you think Joe hung it in the first place?” Caspar’s smirk was evident in his words, and Y/N shot Joe and questioning look, but he simply shrugged in response.

“I was hopeful.” He told her.

Laughing, she reached up to grasp his shirt, pulling him down for another kiss.

Because hey, they were still under the mistletoe.

Last Night Wasn’t Enough

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Last Night Wasn’t Enough

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Your slim fingers gingerly brushed over the tender and inflamed blotches of red that dotted across your neck. Physical evidence of last nights affairs.
A soft involuntary groan escaped your still swollen lips as you looked yourself over in the foggy bathroom mirror. You ran out of your favorite makeup concealer a few nights ago and had yet to run out to buy more. How the hell did Jay expect you to go to work later today and face your co workers with a neck full of hickeys?! You thought to your self as you toweled yourself dry. 

As you made your way out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Feeling a little refreshed from your hot shower, you headed towards the bed. Jay was still sleeping soundly, face completely relaxed. You smiled softly at his sleeping figure. Your annoyance from earlier, gone in an instant. You knew how hard Jay had been working recently, with managing both his company and music career. Deciding to let him sleep just a little bit longer before you had to wake him up, you gathered up the clothes that were carelessly thrown about the room during last night’s fun.

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Not Now Niall... Pt. 2

a/n: so someone requested a second part. Hope you like. Tell me what you think!

You were trying to have fun. For the sake of the other boys you kept the smile on your face as you mingled and kept up appearances but it was hard. Niall had shown up with a pretty date on his arm and just looking at him smiling at her and laughing at her jokes had your stomach churning in a feeling you couldn’t describe.  You had said maybe three sentences to him since the night began. He wasn’t exactly ignoring you, but it was obvious things weren’t the same between the both of you. You’d been trying to pretend as though you were enjoying yourself, but you knew you couldn’t hold up the charade much longer. You would explain to Harry why you had left his party early later, but for now you had to get away.

You politely excused yourself from the group of people you’d been chatting with and made a determined dash towards the exit. The faster you got out the better. But as luck would have it right as you neared the entrance a black leather jacket blocked your path. You looked up into Zayn’s concerned eyes.

“Where are you going, love?” he asked peering down at you.

Anywhere but here

“I um- I don’t feel well. I’m just going to head home,” well it wasn’t a lie.

Every time you looked at Niall and his date you felt as though you were going to be sick.

“Y/N, are you leaving because of Niall?” he got straight to the point.

“What makes you say that?” you wondered how he knew.

“It’s no secret that something’s going on between you two or else you’d be on his arm laughing at all his corny jokes instead of her,” he nodded his head towards the couple, “Speaking of, where’s your date? Thought you would have brought Jeremy.”

“We broke up,” you shrugged.

A week after Niall had told you his feelings and then walked away you and Jeremy called it quits. He said he knew your heart wasn’t in it. And you didn’t deny it. All you could think about was Niall and that kiss.

Zayn’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Before he could further the discussion you saw Niall heading your way with his new girl in tow.

“I’ll see you later, Zayn,” you didn’t wait for a reply as you stepped around him and exited the club before your duo had the chance to become an awkward quartet.


You woke up the next morning and immediately sent a text to Harry apologizing for leaving his party so soon and without saying goodbye. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pretend any longer. You tried to tell yourself that you were miserable because of the rift between you and Niall and that you missed him, but it was more than that. You were jealous of the pretty girl on his arm who was cuddled up to him all night. You wished it was your ear he was whispering things into and you wanted to be the one in his arms laughing at all his lame jokes.

Usually you loved lazy Sundays because you and Niall would spend the day together lounging around all day and play Jenga. Since that was a thing of the past you settled for watching movies alone instead. Halfway through Hotel Transylvania there was a knock on your door. You’d gotten quite comfortable on the couch and contemplated staying put when the knock came again, this time more persistent. You reluctantly got off the couch and made your way to the door, swinging it open to look into the last face you expected to see.

“Is it true?” he asked.

“What?” you had no idea what he was talking about.

“You and Jeremy broke up. Is it true?” he repeated.

You made a mental note to never confide in Zayn, ever.

“Yes,” no point in denying it.

He made his way into your place and spun to face you, “What did he do?” his voice was firm.

You closed the door and turned to him, “Nothing, Niall. He didn’t do anything. It was my fault.”

His face softened as he looked at you, “Your fault? What happened?”

“You happened. You waltz in here, kiss me and then leave and all of a sudden I can’t think of anything else for the next week and a half but you and that stupid kiss. He tells me our relationship doesn’t make sense if my heart isn’t in it and I agree so we went our separate ways.”

At his refusal to say anything in response you snap at him. All this was his fault in the first place. If he had just kept those pretty pink lips and feelings to himself then neither of you would be in this mess.

“Is that what you came all this way to find out?” your voice was impatient.

And frankly, you were. You didn’t like the feelings he was stirring in you. You’d been quite fine with just being his friend before, but now…

“He’s an idiot for letting you go,” his eyes connected with yours as he stepped into your space.

You went to respond, but your words died on your lips as he interrupted you with a kiss. And just like the first time every thought dissolved and you found yourself kissing back. 

Post break up

I haven’t written anything in a little min so this is a quick throw together enjoy y'all!!!! “If you look any harder your eyes are going to fall out.” You said to Seth as you passed him backstage. You had just given your new boyfriend Dean Ambrose a good luck kiss before his match. Seth scoffed at your statement. “I could care less if that dog gets my left overs. I’m just here to watch Dean lose.” Recently you and Seth had broken up after one hellish fight. But Dean had been there outside the locker room when you stormed out crying. Dean always seemed to know just how to cheer you up. No matter how bad the fight was with you and Seth. This fight though was very different from the others. Seth had lost his cool at the other guys in the locker room watching too hard as you skipped around greeting everyone in the back. When you told him that was ridiculous and that you only had eyes for him he didn’t want to hear any of it. Demanding that you start wearing more than just your ring gear. After that fight Dean kept checking in on you even stopping by your hotel room and bringing you dinner. You started riding to shows together since Seth had began to ignore you. Dean had gotten the nerve up to ask you on a date after riding to events with you for a could weeks. “He’s going to win” you laughed as Seth crossed his arms in irritation. And of course Dean won! Seth couldn’t wait to get to the ring for his match. Before Dean could even make it to the back Seth stormed onto the ramp. “I won my match and a night with my girl.” Dean said to Seth as they stormed past each other. Dean knew he was getting under Seth’s skin with that. Seth knew with that statement he wasn’t going to get you back. @squirrel666 @welshwitch5 @hardcorewwetrash

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satanic-anti-feminist  asked:

whatcha think of antifeminist111's anti-MRA talk?

I’ve spoke to them before. They think gynocentrism is, quote, “Men’s Rights theory is basically gender flipped version of Feminist theory, were men are oppressed in a women-centerd society, which was created because evolution made us favor women.”

This is partly bullshit because most anti’s and even most MRAs don’t think men are oppressed, and don’t think all women oppress all men, which is patriarchy theory. 

However, yes gynocentrism being because of the need to protect women so that our species can survive and repopulate is true, so where is the problem with it? I don’t see feminists saying that women evolved to protect men to keep the human species alive.

Patriarchy theory is so fucked and has so many holes, and they assume that just because one theory mentions how women are apparently oppressed, they assume that gynocentrism says that men are oppressed, when in fact it just means women are protected at the centre. Well - the intent is protection.

Plus, even if gynocentrism was somehow just patriarchy gender flipped, it makes a fucking lot more sense than feminist theory.

In my opinion in the UK at least, there is more evidence for gynocentrism such as putting women first in education despite boys falling behind, putting women first in DV shelters despite children and men also being abused, putting women first in homeless shelters so that men are left as the majority of street homeless, giving women less sentences so they don’t have to suffer prison etc

All of those things make more sense if you think of it as women being at the centre, rather than the feminist idea of all of those benefits being ‘benevolent sexism’ in which women are still the victims even when they’re benefiting.  Antifem111 calls gynocentrism a conspiracy and its not. Its not an explanation for everything like patriarchy theory has grown to be. Its an alternative viewpoint. And if any MRAs are using gynocentrism as an excuse for everything then they need to fucking stop because there are clearly more factors than a gender dynamic shaping our world. 

They said to me they don’t like ‘mens rights theory’ because they believe that sexism exists for both genders. But MRAs have never fucking said that sexism doesn’t affect women or can’t happen to women like some feminists say for men. We’ve been screaming that sexism can go both ways since we began and antifem111 either ignores that or has deluded themselves into thinking the MRM is just ‘feminism for men.’

This video from Doc helped me figure this out.

They can say what they want really. We’re still going to petition the government for equal rights such as gender neutral rape laws and anti-circumcision, raise money for men’s charities such as Mankind Initiative and groups such as CAFE, and open an alternative conversation about sex and gender, no matter what people say about us.

Sorry for the long post but the conversation I had with them before gave me a stroke

They’re up to something,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

Hermione pulled at her lip, looking conflicted. “Maybe,” she agreed. “But who can tell?”

“Ma'foy,” Ron suggested, reaching for another slice of pie.

“Malfoy?” Harry repeated, his head turning towards Ron of its own accord. “What about Malfoy?”

Ron swallowed his mouthful and cut into the new piece. “Well, you could trail him or something. If anyone knows what’s up with the Slytherins, it’ll be him.”

Hermione made an odd, strangled noise. Ron looked up in concern, and a look passed between the two of them that Harry couldn’t decipher.

He shook his head, ignoring their odd behaviour since it was most likely couple-related, and began to think of ways that he could shadow Malfoy. Where would he be likely to reveal the most information?

“Er, actually,” Ron stammered, his face growing suddenly pale. “What I mean is, Malfoy is the least likely to know what’s going on.”

Harry looked up with a frown. “But you just said-”

“The least,” Hermione interjected firmly.

“You’d be better off following Blaise Zabini,” Ron said at the same time.

Hermione glared at Ron furiously.

“Or no one,” he amended. “You could try following no one. I hear that’s a really good option.
An open letter to Martin Floreani (Founder & CEO of Flocasts)

Mr. Floreani, 

As I’m sure you know, over the last 2 days, the gymnastics community has been up in arms over an article on Gymnastike.  This article referenced stolen and/or fake pictures of McKayla Maroney nude and semi-nude. At the risk of beating a dead horse, some of your readers’ primary issues with Flocasts’s actions are: 

-The original unedited post linked to the site that contained the nude photos. 

-The photos are dated before Maroney’s 18th birthday, making them child pornography if they were indeed her. 

-The article was posted without the understanding that many of your followers are also minors. No NSFW warning was put on the link. 

-After hundreds and hundreds of disapproving tweets/posts from numerous individuals, including McKayla, the post remains up. 

-Content director Joe Battaglia defended his actions by claiming that Gymnastike was “obligated” to post this. (While major news about the actual sport was completely ignored.) 

The Impact 

Since the boycott began fewer than 48 hours ago:

-Gymnastike’s twitter account has lost 511 followers. These 511 followers  included some of the most influential individuals in the online gymnastics community. 

-The tweet “#BoycottGymnastike” has been tweeted 659 unique times.

-At least 278 people have publicly stated that they are boycotting due to Gymnastike’s poor judgement on this issue. 

-16 people have personally shared with me that they’ve cancelled their Gymnastike Gold subscriptions due to this issue, costing your company between $2,400 and $3,834 in subscription fees over the next year. 

-Numerous elite gymnasts, parents of elites and coaches have publicly acknowledged their belief that the choice to keep this post up is the wrong one. Notable objectors include Simone Biles, Aly Raisman, Victoria Moors, Aimee Boorman & Jennifer Pinches. Do you think that your “journalists” will be allowed in the gyms of those who worry that they or their gymnasts may be exploited?

-USA Gymnastics shared with several concerned fans that they are “disappointed and disgusted with Gymnastike’s decision and lack of good judgment regarding this, and (they) are going to re-evaluate (their) previous decision to grant them access to (their) events.”

The Requests

I tweeted earlier today asking followers what it would take for them to ever return to Gymnastike. The vast majority of responses said that it’s too late; the damage has been done. This list is a compilation of responses from the other followers, as well as from others in the online gymnastics community. I don’t claim to speak for everyone but for many of us, we will never view ANY Gymnastike content in the future unless:

1. The article is immediately taken down from the Gymnastike website.  
2. An official apology is made to McKayla Maroney. 
3. A public apology is made to your readers, many of whom are underage. 
4. Current Flocasts Content director, Joe Battaglia is removed from having any control over Gymnastike’s content in the future. 
5. The staff of Gymnastike is permitted to express their own opinions on this matter without fear of retribution. Staff should not be forced to defend the poor judgment of others. 

I urge you for the sake of Gymnastike, your readers, the gymnastics community and most of all McKayla– Mr. Floreani, take down this post. 


Carylers, Nine Lives Remember

One of the most memorable Carol synonymous quotes is undoubtedly the sassy-one-liner “Nine Lives Remember” which she throws at Daryl to teasingly reassure him about leaving her at the prison after he finds and rescues her basically near-death from the tombs. That particular moment like so many other CARYL scenes, personifies their connection brilliantly because it highlights just how much emotion can be communicated through just a few words and few meaningful glances in both directions.

As TWD series progressed we have seen Carol’s character transform in such monumental-strengthening ways that have been both incredibly inspiring to watch and even empowering in a lot of ways for anyone who has ever felt underestimated, overlooked or beaten down by life, circumstances or false love.
Carol essentially overcame things that were breaking her down before the apocalypse even arrived and in the end showed more emotional strength than even the toughest “warriors” and all their bravado. 

Unfortunately Carol’s story arc, blossoming “leadership” skills, conflict with the untouchable “alpha male” and potentially romantic relationship with golden boy Daryl Dixon, has made this strong woman a very polarizing character in the fandom and the consensus seems to be that fans either vehemently hate her or are devoted to celebrating and protecting who she is and what she represents.

Anyone who follows TWD Filming Spoilers, especially this year, is keenly aware that whenever there are any kind of “death rumors” or set complication, the first candidate up for “dying” is almost always Carol Peletier and the theories relating how and why run rampant on almost every Walking Dead forum.

This year, Carol’s catchphrase “Nine Lives Remember” is more applicable than any Carol supporter could ever be comfortable with.
Season 4’s killer arc and the introduction of a potential rival ship connected to Daryl Dixon himself, has made the “death” target on Carol much bigger and one of the most divisive issues in TWD Community.

I don’t go searching for negativity and I certainly don’t browse or visit other ship tags to find things that would naturally upset or scare me BUT every once in a while for one reason or another I come across a post that gets under my skin and drains some of my personal Carol/CARYL optimism no matter how much I try to ignore it.

Since TWD Season 5 filming began several Carol “death” justifications, reasons why and predictions posts have unfortunately made their way to me AND taking into account all the times the speculation tried to basically “kill” her off, it seems that the “Nine Lives Remember” mantra has become more important than ever.

Instead of giving in to the rumors and letting the negativity drain the Caryler in my heart I decided that if the “haters” can write up entire manifestos and snarky comments about why Carol should “die” and why her story has run it’s course, I decided to write up my own piece on WHY CAROL’S ARC IS NOT YET DONE or at the very least try to debunk their “main” arguments.

*The biggest reason why people say Carol will die is because she doesn’t have anyone to live for now that she is on the “outs” with Rick’s group and doesn’t have a “family” to contribute to. Carol is alone and doesn’t have strong ties with anyone so why not get rid of her - nobody will miss her!

This argument is the one that hurts me the most and the kind of thinking that has bothered me since the moment Rick left Carol behind in Indifference. In fact the lack of “family solidarity” and care is something that bothered me with a lot of other characters in Season 4. The narration didn’t address why these “familial” relationships seemed to have been broken so easily and with seemingly no emotional impact on the persons who “lost” those closest to them.

Carol had taken care of almost all of the people in that prison - she was vital in saving Hershel’s life, she took care of Lori while she was pregnant, she watched over Carl, Judith and Beth and was very close to Rick and Glenn.

Her relationship with Daryl while undefined and complicated was extremely close so the fact that TPTB had to explain to the audience that Daryl missed her was a huge misstep in the show design because it didn’t translate on screen very well at all. The rest of the group scattered after the prison fell and with the exception of Glenn and Maggie seemed to give up the rest of their “family” without too much thought.

That being said I still believe wholeheartedly that Carol was and continues to be important to them - the reunion will reignite, heal and deepen the bonds that already exist between them and saying that Carol needs to die because she is “alone” is not just malicious but also shortsighted and unfounded to boot.

Glenn and Daryl will be very happy to see Carol again and Rick and Carl will be overjoyed to see Judith and Carol together. Carol and Sacha were on the council together and while we don’t know how close they actually were on a personal level its likely that they were friends. Carol and Tyreese together have a bond that now with the confession and forgiveness behind them and everything they survived with Judith, Lizzie and Mika, is stronger than most people want to believe AND knowing Tyreese’s character I know that he will want to keep Carol close once they meet the group.
Carol might not have “blood” relatives or a definite romantic partner (yet) BUT she has her “person” Daryl and many others who would most certainly want to keep her alive, safe and with them.

*The second reason Carol supposedly needs to die is because some consider her a “threat” to the certain relationships others support or “ship” - primarily B*thyl and R*ckyl.

As a Caryler obviously I would be somewhat biased because I see Daryl and Carol together BUT even if I didn’t I don’t think eliminating Carol or anyone else is a good way to boost any ship pairing because that simply indicates that the relationship you favour is not strong enough to begin with.

The couple you ship happening only if Carol is indeed “gone” is devalued by that kind of logic because it implies the doubt or barrier in canon depends solely on Carol “interfering”. If Daryl indeed was in love with B*th then he would be with her even if Carol is still alive AND if Carol is capable in creating a conflict between Rick and Daryl then that implies she means more to Daryl than some would like to admit.

Getting rid of HER just to remove a complication in a relationship you believe in cheapens your “couple” and essentially gives Carol more importance and not less.
Personally I would very much prefer Carol and Daryl together and B*th still be alive because she is part of their family AND I would rather rejoice to see Carol and Rick have a good relationship then to have Daryl feel conflicted about whose back he should have more.

*There are some who would think Carol to “die” because she is no longer relevant, she’s already had her main story or she’s done all the “growth” and “change” she could possibly have without it being “overdone”
While I admit that Carol has had a big storyline in Season 4 and the dramatic developments in The Grove were absolutely incredible BUT I am not so sure that there is some big rule that dictates the “one story per character” pattern. To say that Carol had a great plot and a story so it’s ok for her to “die” now since she’s served her purpose for TWD is rather shortsighted and almost offensive to the show writers, the show runners and Melissa McBride herself.
Implying that she’s “changed” enough creates the same problem - now that she’s become strong, independent and a leader, her “growth” is complete and she has nothing else to achieve so welcome “death”?

Personally I think the very process of transformation has changed her character so much that Carol has basically reinvented herself and therefore her “new” persona is now capable of taking different directions and roles which wouldn’t have suited her “meeker” version in Season 2 or 3.

This Carol truly was a “late bloomer” and basically a completely different person from the abused woman we met in the quarry, afraid of her brutish husbands shadow.
Today Carol seems to fear nothing!

*One of the newest “reasons” why Carol would be better “off” dead is apparently her inability to reintegrate into the group because her new “strength” and leadership experience will cause her to defy and question Rick who is the “main leader” of the group and done with people defying his “rules”.

First of all Carol and Rick have always had a little bit of tension when it came down to his leadership and in fact she was one of the first ones to dare question some of his decisions BUT ultimately their relationship balanced out and she saw the value of him leading the group when he was indeed doing that…In Season 4 he wasn’t leading, he was farming and that was the difference.

In addition to that Carol has it in her to guide a group but the difference with her is that she is prepared to make tough choices for the safety of the ones that she loves, meaning that she does what needs doing AND if that means supporting Rick then that’s what she will do.

Carol is a leader but the difference between her and Rick is the simple fact that her motivation involves absolutely no EGO or desire to get into a power struggle and distract from the goal.

If Rick is leading the group the best way he can Carol wouldn’t endanger anyone by standing in his way - however after Season 4 I can’t see her standing behind him anymore and I believe her rightfully earned place will beside him instead.

*The “death reason” that upsets me the most is the suggestion that nobody in the group values or “needs” Carol’s presence anymore. That even if she is accepted back in the group she won’t be able to have relationships with the others and no real contribution because now that Lizzie and Mika are gone and Daryl has developed a closer relationship with B*th nobody really NEEDS her anymore.

Daryl, Glenn, Tyreese and Sacha don’t need her friendship
Judith and Carl don’t need their mother figure
Rick doesn’t need his wife’s best friend and Judith’s “mother”
Daryl doesn’t need his “person” and best friend
The group doesn’t need the newly discovered bad-ass who has made sacrifice after sacrifice in order to keep Judith alive in the wilderness and bring her back to her father and brother…

I am pretty sure every single one of those people would disagree vehemently with that kind of logical thinking and such thoughtless reasoning!
I bet the ney-sayers wouldn’t be able to utter that kind of negativity in front of the likes of Daryl Dixon!

Carol Peletier is a key character in TWD and one of the original Atlanta group members
She has shown so many times that she was willing to do anything, sacrifice anything and survive anything for the ones she loves.

Whether she is pulling Daryl back to the group, negotiating peace with the likes of Merle Dixon or killing Lizzie to keep Rick’s infant daughter safe and alive….Carol’s humanity and self-less nurturing nature is always the guiding force behind everything she does!

I have a feeling a heart like hers will take a lot more to kill than a few hateful headcanons of those that want to use her death to pursue their own agenda or who simply see her in the way…
“Nine Lives Remember”

CARYL ON My Lovelies



swordsandsweets  asked:

"You're dying and I can't stop it!" //Becuase I was just wondering what she would do when Matt's numbers began running out\\ //Feel free to ignore it since we have like five threads between my two accounts XD\\


Matt shook his head. “I’m not gonna die. I’ll be fine. I won’t do something stupid to get myself killed.”

  • Vivienne: You must see the value in restoring the Circles, Cassandra.
  • Cassandra: Provided they fulfill their purpose.
  • Cassandra: Too many have suffered since the mage rebellion began, but we cannot ignore the abuses that prompted it.
  • Cassandra: Without change, we risk repeating the events at Kirkwall.
  • Vivienne: Or recreating its opposite. An overly lenient Circle is a comparable threat.
  • Vivienne: Kirkwall was lamentable, but it was the blithe misuse of power, not restrictions, that led to the First Blight.
Ignored (3/5)

A/N: Hey guys, so while this could be considered a preference, these are actually prompts that I’m thinking of doing a short story to! I couldn’t get ideas to all 5 of the boys so I’m not sure if I’m going to post prompts for Niall and Zayn, but here the prompt ideas for Harry, Liam, and Louis! Basically the gist is, if you like one of these prompts and want me to continue the story, tell me which one you liked and I’ll tally it up. I’m only going to do one of them (for now) but if the others get a lot of interest then I’ll think about writing those ones afterward! I realized not too long ago that I’ve never posted a short story before and I’d really like to! Not full blown fanfic material, but just a short little several part story that is easy to catch up and interesting to read and just comes together very well. Let me know what your thoughts are!! Thank you for reading :) 


Harry: The text came out of nowhere and it almost made your heart beat right out of your chest. “Can we meet up?” was lit up on your phone screen and the words engulfed your vision; they were the only thing you could comprehend at the moment, and yet you couldn’t understand where they were coming from. It had been several weeks since Harry began ignoring you; he had cut you off without so much as a goodbye or an explanation and after several attempts of trying to reach out to him, you gave up. He had successfully pushed you away after warning you from the beginning that he possibly would, and you felt like a fool for not believing him. At first, you didn’t even know if you should give him the decency of a response. After what had happened, you felt embarrassed and you didn’t want to be one of those pushover girls who gave guys as many chances as they wanted. But maybe you needed to hear him out and see what was going on. Maybe he had a good reason as to why he was ignoring you, or maybe you’d finally be getting the closure you needed to move on. If you could even call it moving on, anyway. Harry was only your friend and vice versa, there had never been a relationship involved. But it still hurt being cut off so abruptly, so you were dying to get the chance to talk to him. But was it the right thing to do? You didn’t know what to do. Without thinking, though, your fingers typed out a response despite your better judgment until a sentence formed out, “Next Wednesday at 2PM is the only chance you’ll get.”

Liam: “Babe, do you want to go and get something to eat?” No response. “Liam, let’s invite some friends over for game night.” Nothing. “Li…talk to me.” Nada. This had been going on for days now, with Liam not even giving you a second glance. It was irritating you but it was also worrying you. Was he actually giving you the silent treatment? Liam had never been so cruel to you before and you kind of didn’t even know how to respond to this sudden hostility. It wasn’t until he stopped coming over to your flat and ultimately stopped responding to texts and calls that you really started to freak out; you loved this boy with all your heart and now he was falling away from you and you didn’t even know why. Your pleading was heard unto deaf ears and everyone else thought you were overreacting. “Give him some space, maybe he just wants to be alone for a while,” your best friend advised you, but you just couldn’t do that. Not when this had been a long term ordeal. Liam was going to talk to you whether he liked it or not. And finally you decided to get out of your flat that night and go over to his to see what he was doing that could possibly lead to not talking to you. You feared the worst: another woman taking your place. It seemed so plausible that it made you sick, but you wondered why Liam wouldn’t tell you about her, or that he was breaking up with you. Were you broken up? These questions were going to be answered, and they’d be answered tonight. Ferociously, you banged on the door to his flat before you realized you already had a spare key and then proceeded to use it. Your fears had been realized when you stepped into the dark flat, watching as Liam felt up a girl right in the middle of his couch, not even bothering to turn your way. You didn’t need an explanation anymore, and you didn’t need words to confirm that you and Liam had just broken up.

Louis: Missed Call: Louis. That had been the fourth time in a week you’d rejected a call from Louis. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him; you really did. But at the same time, he wouldn’t understand. Nobody understood the dilemma you were currently in, the dilemma from which there didn’t seem to be an escape. It was drowning you and keeping you from actually living your life, and you didn’t want to drag Louis down with you. The only solution you could think of was to push him away, just like you’d pushed everyone else away. It didn’t matter that he was different from all the rest, and that he actually helped you rather than just kept you company. Being with Louis was like a breath of fresh air. He’d been a great friend, a better boyfriend, but now he needed to be gone. You couldn’t hurt him. It was probably hurting him more with you ignoring him, but eventually maybe he’d get the hint. He’d finally understand that you weren’t right for him and you never would be. Your secrets were far too dark for that beam of sunshine. Your issues were far too sinister to have Louis handle them with his delicate hands. It made sense to just keep him out of it. It was killing you having to do this, but you knew that you just had to. So, without hesitating, you looked down when you felt your phone buzz in your hand again whilst Louis’ name flashed on your screen, then pressed Ignore.