in a world where you have your true love tattooed on one wrist and your sworn enemy on the other, and you dont know which is which...
-k so her wrists are obviously kai and levana
-and when she was little she thought Kai was some terrible person she would loathe bc true love could mean romantic love or platonic love or familial love and Aunt Levana would never hurt her!!! Right???
-So she would follow around Levana, trying to spend as much time with her as possible, bc she knew her and Aunt Levana would have the most incredible aunt-niece relationship ever.
-hahaha but post-almost being burned alive, Peony is obsessed with Cinder’s wrists bc Kai!!! Like the prince!!!!!!
-meanwhile Pearl and Adri scornfully remind her that Kai is a common name, its probably some peasant
-and Cinder tries her best to stay impartial. Her gloves not only hide her cyborg hand but her tattoos as well, and she actually forgets about them for a long period of time….
-and then she meets the prince. And oh shit. Ohhhh shitttt
-cinder isnt the best at romantic interaction, and she cant tell if that was flirting?? He probably hates her, shes a cyborg…
-and the mission to figure out whats on his wrists begins
-but why is he always wearing long sleeves??
-and the night of the ball, she finally sees one of his wrists! and it says levana. Oh dear
-so all of a sudden shes in jail and kai and levana are getting married and her place is quite clear…but why is levana the other name on her wrist?
-so what keeps cinder going, all throughout scarlet and cress, is that they have to be soulmates. Theres no other way.
-hes got Cinder/Levana
-and when hes a little kid and hasnt met either, he always kinda hopes cinder is the true love because the name just sounds so much…warmer
-then the whole arranged marriage starts happening and kai’s like…idk bout this…but the wrists dont lie…
-but then he meets cinder and its just!!! marry me!!!
-and then he realizes it…one of these girls is his sworn enemy…
-shit shit shit shit shit shit shit
-but things seem to solve themselves when Cinder is arrested and becomes known as a terrorist
-except levanas definitely not his soulmate? Bc most soulmates dont want to kill you…
-and so its an internal battle because besides the wrists he knows both have glamours powerful enough to control his feelings
-some nights he lays in his bed and just kinda cries bc he doesnt know whats real anymore
-but when they kidnap kai from the wedding and theres finally some time to talk to cinder, she shows him her wrists
-and theyre like “either its u and me or we re fighting to the death over levanas affection”
-so that becomes an inside joke of theirs, and kais always like “hahaha im winning” leading up to his marriage w levana
-but they act like in love idiots throughout winter bc they now theyre soulmates
Thats kaider for yall, imma do the other ships on other posts to avoid longness
Host: Linn. Linn. Hi. So great. We’re not used to seeing you like this.
Rakel: No. That’s what I was thinking. I felt like I needed to bring the guns, like.
Host: And you really did. You look totally gorgeous. How is it for you, now that Skam is getting close to the end?
Rakel: It’s a little weird, feels a little empty, but also okay too.
Host: We’ve asked the listeners out there if they have any questions for you. And we got a question saying: could there be a spin off with kollektivet with eskild and linn? What do you think about that.
Rakel: I’m thinking.. I’ve become more and more fond of my character. In the beginning it was kind of a bummer, you know. You’re gonna be on TV, you finally get to do some acting. I’ve never done that before, and what do I get to act. Almost dead?
Host: But people love you!
Rakel: I’ve become really fond of Linn and now it’s almost sad not getting to be that character anymore.
Host: Everyone has a Linn in their life.
Rakel: I think everyone has a small Linn inside themselves
Host: You think so?
Host: If you weren’t Linn, what character would you be?
Rakel: Good question. I think maybe Noora. I think she’s cool. She’s cool and reflected (we don’t know what she means here lol).
Theresa ‘strong and stable’ May: “People talk about the sort of Brexit that there is going to be - is it hard, soft, is it grey, white - actually, we want a red white and blue Brexit. That is the right Brexit for the United Kingdom.”
John Oliver and every rational person left on Earth: “But what does that mean? You’re heading into a negotiation that will set the course for Britain for generations, and you’re naming colours on the fucking flag? Forget running through fields of wheat - that must be the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. And actually, you know what - I apologize to that guy from before - I said there was literally no worse way to discuss this than with cheese, but I was not counting on Thatcher in the Rye here answering a policy question with a fucking colour scheme.”
My headcanon of how the reylo cliff scene will play out.
Ahch-to, sixth months after the destruction of Starkiller base…
“You’ve been busy,” Rey shouts over the violent sea wind that swirls in the space between them. “Did you find what you’ve been looking for?”
“You know I have, Scavenger.” Kylo Ren ignites his lightsaber at his side and its unstable crackle seems to drown everything out. Rey doesn’t reach for her own lightsaber, which is still secured to her belt. She stands her ground, waiting for him to come at her. She appraises the jagged scar that bisects his face, feeling a quick burst of pride at finally seeing her handiwork.
“I’m here for your master,” even though he speaks quietly, his words swirl through her head across the distance between them.
“I have no master.” Rey juts her chin out defiantly, knowing he won’t expect this.
He arches a single eyebrow, his head almost imperceptibly twitches towards the temple at the top of the island as his hair whips around his face from a massive gust of wind. He knows they can both feel Luke’s force signature up there, tucked away. Hiding like the coward he is.
“How did you find us?” She shouts at him, fists clenched at her side, itching for a fight and waiting for him to make the first move.
‘You know how.’ His lips don’t move but his words fill her head nonetheless. Her jaw clenches tightly, teeth grinding together at the invasion of her mind. At this close proximity, it is impossible to keep him out. Just as it is impossible for him to keep her out of his own mind.
‘You call out for me every night. It is all I can hear, all I can feel. You consume my entire being, your longing drives me to the brink of insanity.’ His thoughts are again forcibly pushed into her mind. The invasion of his words is excruciatingly warm and soft as his presence ripples along the edge of her mind.
“Enough!” She yells, hand finally going to her lightsaber. She draws it and lights it in one swift arcing motion, the cool blue glow pooling around her. ‘You know it isn’t me that’s calling for you.’ She adds as an afterthought, almost not meaning to send the thought to him. Only when his expression darkens does she realize he heard it too.
“So you think it is our bond alone that calls to me?” He is talking out loud now, approaching her at a steady pace. His upsilon class shuttle left empty behind him, awaiting the return of its pilot. “You think it’s the bond that whispers my name feverishly in its sleep?” His lightsaber is still dangling in a lazy grip at his side.
They are closer now, only a few aching meters between them. Rey stands her ground, gripping her lightsaber in a fighting stance despite the fact that he has yet to raise his.
“The bond that is practically singing now that we are finally together again?” He almost sounds hopeful. The hard affection in his voice makes her stomach turn over. She thinks of Han tumbling from the walkway on Starkiller. She thinks of the last time she saw Finn, unconscious and kept alive by machines. She thinks of Poe slumped in a chair at Finn’s bedside, whimpering in his sleep, nightmares of having his mind torn to shreds keeping him from getting any rest.
“The bond that is just another in a long list of atrocities committed by you,” she hisses at him, palms sweating against the warm metal of her lightsaber. She adjusts her grip.
“Oh, my dear Scavenger,” his lips peel back from his teeth in a grim smile, he shakes his head as if he regrets it, “you are so, so mistaken. This bond is your doing.” He sounds so confident and sure that it causes her to hesitate. He feels the doubt sinking into her and latches on to it. “You’ve known all along, you just don’t want to admit it to yourself. You pushed back into my mind.” He reaches up with his free hand and taps his left temple. “You created this connection with your clumsy and amateur fumbling into my head.”
“Liar!” She regrets the word as soon as she shouts it at him, he can see her weakness now. Her anger.
Her accusation seems to encourage him even more, his grim smile transforming into a more genuine one, which is the scariest she has ever seen him look. He looks as if he is a predator sensing an opening, ready to pounce on its prey.
“This is why you need me to teach you, you are too powerful for your own good.”
“I have a teacher,” she responds sharply, trying to school the tone of her voice into something calmer and more even.
He raises an eyebrow at this.
“A teacher,” she clarifies, “not a master.” Luke’s words to her when she had first arrived on Ahch-to float through her mind and she knows that Kylo can hear it as well. ‘It’s time for the Jedi to end.’
“Whatever you call him,” Kylo shakes his head as if to forcibly remove the voice from his mind, “I am here to destroy him.”
“You will have to go through me,” she straightens her back, preparing for him to come at her with that red abomination of a blade. He narrows his eyes. He can’t understand why Luke isn’t here, why would he send his student out to face Kylo alone? Surely he knows that there is no way she could best him in a fight when he is at his full strength as he is now.
“No, I need you alive,” he responds in a tightly controlled voice, still not making a move with his ignited lightsaber. The saber spits and hisses like it is dying for its chance to maim and destroy.
“You need me alive or your master does?” Rey knows it probably isn’t wise to taunt him.
“I do. I need you alive,” Kylo brings his fist up to slam against his own chest, she isn’t sure if she is indicating himself or his heart when he hits his left side. “Snoke wants you dead.” The treason falls from his lips and he is quaking with the release of it. The traitorous thoughts that have been broiling inside of him all this time are finally voiced.
“Then why not kill me?” She is whispering, she knows he can hear her perfectly fine even though the wind eats up her words as they spill out of her mouth.
‘You know why.’ His expression softens.
White-hot anger burns through her, at first she thinks it is coming from his end of the bond, but then she realizes it is from within her. An untapped well of anger is overflowing and tearing through her entire body, threatening to engulf her. Anger at him. Anger at herself.
She makes the first move, charging towards him with her saber in a two handed grip. He barely has time to wipe the startled look from his face and bring his own saber up into a defensive position. Their blades crackle viciously as they come together and she pulls back again to hack at him. She has practiced lightsaber forms tirelessly since Starkiller, she can be graceful and precise. Right now, she is a violent and angry creature trying with single-minded determination to cut him down. In the back of his mind he acknowledges this is the most beautiful she has ever looked to him.
It is all he can do to block her attacks without going on the offensive. She is backing him towards a cliff that drops off into the tumultuous sea below. He thinks about reaching into her mind and stealing her consciousness as he has done before, but he can’t muster the concentration necessary as she rains strike after strike down on him at a relentless pace.
His heels scrabble against the edge of the cliff and he dodges her last blow, sidestepping her and hoping she catches herself before she tumbles over the edge. She doesn’t. He reaches out with the force to try and stop her fall but it is too late, she has already disappeared over the edge.
He leans over the cliff, stomach twisted into a knot. He knows she didn’t die on impact because he can feel her life force still connected to his. A dark figure is sinking beneath the waves below.
Without another thought, he drops his disengaged lightsaber in the grass and dives after her.
The water is ice cold and the current is unforgiving as he tries to locate her. He unclasps his cloak and kicks it away, the heavy fabric is dragging him down and only helping the water as it tugs him in every direction other than towards Rey. He sucks in one last breath and dives.
The silence beneath the waves is terrifying. He has grown so used to catching glimpses of Rey’s random thoughts and emotions since they forged their bond that the lack of her incessant inner monologue is deafening. He finally catches sight of her, she is slowly drifting downwards. His grandfather’s lightsaber is sinking like a rock beneath her almost as if it sacrificed the heavy weight it bore to allow her to hang suspended in the murky water.
Her hair has been jostled loose from the tight buns and is fanned around her. He calls out to her mind, not with words but instead with a sense of urgency and panic. There is no answering feeling from her end of their connection.
He kicks towards her and wraps an arm around her waist. Her body is limp and arches backwards as he drags her to the surface. His pulse is pounding in his ears so loudly that it feels like it is the heartbeat of the ocean itself.
When they finally breach the surface he smooths her tangled hair back and pats her face with his sopping leather gloved hand. He pulls her head up, cupping her cheek.
“Scavenger,” he murmurs, “Rey, wake up.” He lets his forehead fall onto hers, trying to delve into her mind. It is silent, so terrifyingly silent. He can’t take it. Even when she sleeps he can hear her, or at least get an impression of her feelings. The nothingness is all consuming and far too cold.
The waves are still swirling around them and tossing them like a wayward piece of flotsam but Kylo clings to her as if she is the one keeping them afloat.
After too many painful moments, she splutters and the violent coughing fit is the best sound he has ever heard. He grips her waist tighter and slides her up his chest, making sure she is above the water and can gulp down the precious air she has been lacking. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist and her grip is like iron on his shoulders.
“I’ve got you,” he soothes a hand down her lower back and she is still gasping desperately, a dead weight in his arms. Of course she wouldn’t know how to swim. It’s only by the grace of the force lending him strength that he is able to tread water for so long and hard enough to keep them both alive.
She looks down at him, startled, realizing finally where she is. She yanks back from him and he tightens his grip on her, not willing to let her fall back beneath the water. Not willing to admit how complete he feels holding her after so much time spent skimming along her mind, capturing the pathetic scraps of thought and emotion she would drop for him.
“I’ve got you,” he repeats in the same soothing voice, but this time it isn’t a reassurance for her and is instead a declaration of victory. She finally sags into his arms, the tension leaving her body, trusting him to keep them afloat. She buries her face into his drenched hair.
summary of hamilton where i only talk about who he roasts (act 1)
the one where his life goes "hey ham, i'm gonna be really shitty to you" and hamilton roasts his life and goes to find a better life in new york
aaron burr, sir:
hamilton lightly roasts burr
hamilton roasts britain
the story of tonight:
this one's nice. i would call it pure except everyone's being alcoholic
the schuyler sisters:
alex isn't in this one so he can't roast anyone. angelica, however, roasts peggy, burr, thomas jefferson, society,,
hooo boy alexander completely rOASTS sam seabury & king george
you'll be back:
king george is sad about being roasted and will kill everyone
right hand man:
british are roasting america! washington roasts burr! hamilton wants to fight!
a winter's ball:
burr is pissed at ham, but they both want to marry cute rich girls so it doesn't matter rn
angelica roasts ham because he's poor! but regrets it
the story of tonight (reprise):
everyone roasts hamilton bc he married eliza, and then everyone roasts burr because he's having a thing with a girl who iS MARRIED TO A BRITISH OFFICER? (o shit)
wait for it:
burr kinda roasts hamilton
hamilton roasts lee, washington roasts lee, lee roasts washington, laurens decides to kill lee
ten duel commandments:
hamilton roasts lee again
meet me inside:
laurens kills lee, hamilton roasts lee aGAIN, washington roasts hamilton, hamilton kinkshames washington
that would be enough:
eliza is pure but alex doesn't care
guns and ships:
lafayette roasts a bunch of british people and also washington's choice to send alex home
history has its eyes on you:
no roasting here but a lot of warnings that you can't control anything important
hamilton and lafayette roast aLL THE BRITISH PEOPLE
what comes next?:
king george roasts america
tHIS IS PURE
hamilton assumes he is better than everyone else, hamilon roasts government, hamilton lectures/roasts the constitutional convention for 6 hours, hamilton roasts burr, angelica leaves, hamilton writes a ton of essays and becomes treasury secretary, hamilton doesn't give a shit about eliza, basically this is the song where hamilton roasts eVERYONE
I want to share something I’ve noticed (and keep in mind I’m writing this essay at 2 in the fucking morning so my grammar is off)
What you will find here is a screencap from the new south park game “Phone Destroyer” (I know it looks weird but stick with me)
And now you’er probably wondering why I have this, well, Dear Watson, it is because i noticed something. I have cropped this image to make it easier (in a sense) to notice
Do you see this Shit. Capitalized this because it is a big deal for me. It is my darling boy Tweek throwing upon my boy Craig Tucker. It’s weird, I know. But for those of you who do not believe they have no feelings towards each other and for those who do believe there is after my new favorite episode called “Tweek x Craig”, I have something to either fuel the fire or make you reconsider based on your stance->
So, for those who don’t remember/ know, we have another boy from out quite little mountain town of South Park who was prone to throwing up in suck a projectile fashion and his name is Stan Marsh. And he did it most often in front ofhis crush Wendy Testaburger!