its supposed to show kind of her journey through the show

after ep 4 and the ‘best of islam’ clip, skam is still only showin the negative with islam im lmao what does julie think this is gonna teach her non-muslim/white audience??? that sana shouldn’t feel angry and superstitious abt people?? that if she stops looking for hate then she wont find it?? as if when she stops lookin for racism its just gonna randomly stop for her. idek??? whats goin on here??? this muslim rep is horrendous and im sayin this as a non-muslim but as someone who follows another religion.

skam this season has shown muslims to be angry, paranoid, cold, lonely, sad, out of place. they made sana feel the worst kinds of misery, feel extremely isolated to the point where they villianized her twice, first with the insta account and then emailing willhell, just bc she ‘wouldn’t open up.’

im not sayin muslims cant feel any of these emotions or go through terrible times, but this is a show supposed to entertain, educate and relate to a teenage audience, an audience which is already filled with misconceptions abt islam.

as faiza once said in one of her posts, there needs to be a balance, a balance between the good and the bad. show sana feeling lonely and isolated and frustrated and angry and in pain. but also show her overcome that. let sana speak, let sana’s friends speak, let them all talk about what’s been happening, not throw it under the rug and go “pheww well.. offscreen they all made up now onto the next plot!” like… you seriously put that much pain onto sana for us to just… never get to see a conversation between her and the girls??? and listen, idec if this conversation comes this week or next. it is wayyy too late and unrealistic. idc if everything is tied up nicely by the end, none of us will ever forget the bitterness we felt throughout the whole journey with the only reprive being small happy moments that still didn’t make sense in the first place bc its lack of continuity.

lastly, what i wanted to say before i really trailed off: we saw sana in the ‘best of islam’ clip weeks back. the way sana spoke abt believing in Allah and how much peace and stability praying brings to her was basically the purest, most important clip of the season tbh. that’s what religion is, that’s what islam is and that’s what islam brings into sana’s life.

its absolutely normal and healthy for sana to question certain things in islam, to question things that she’s not too sure about. but to show someone as strong in her faith as sana is, to show her absolutely miserable and for islam to be the reason why all these shitty things are happening… to throw all these obstacles at her which in turn makes the audience feel like “ugh this islam is turnin out to not be bringin anythin good into sana’s life, yousef was right, all it brings is hate and conflict and sana can solve all this if she just speaks up!” is a horrible msg. this season literally shows more abt how islam is 'restricting’ sana and making her 'cold and condescending’ oh and let’s not forget… a 'bitch.’ ….

its as if islam is what’s bringing all this pain onto sana when it was mainly other people’s ignorance, racism and intolerance. as if islam isnt what’s giving sana true peace when she prays, gives her guidelines to follow that makes her remember to be a good person, makes her feel like she means something bc of her relationship with her faith. there’s just no balance this season, none at all. religion is not inherently a bad thing which only causes you pain bc trust me if islam only brought sana heartache and pain, i dont think she would still want to be a practicing muslim. but that’s the thing: islam isnt at fault for bringing her all this pain but that’s exactly the opposite and toxic point the audience comes to.

almost everybody has something within their religion that may conflict with their values and/or lifestyle. but religion is ultimately abt your own relationship and connection to g-d. and in sana’s case, islam is shown to be… not great for her bc she’s struggling (bc sure its not her environment thats makin her suffer most. sure jan)

lol anyways this is mainly unedited im just pissed. what a shame this season has turned out to be.

Of Loyalty and Duty

Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters write-a-thon Day 1.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: a whopping 5,803.

A/N: Hate me if it’s too AU, it’s okay. I was nervous as hell to post this, but thanks for several special people (you know who you are) I continued and went along with the idea. I didn’t realize it would turn into this monster. I had too much fun writing this and I WILL continue it after the write-a-thon. I didn’t send this to my beta to proofread because I’m stupid and I get too excited to share my work, especially when I feel really proud of it. Cheers to @hamwriters for setting this whole thing up, letting me explore the limits to my writing, and bringing the community together as a whole. I will try my best to finish out the week without my brain exploding. As always, let me know what you guys think. <3 Lola


You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall as you surveyed the scenery outside the carriage. You had to admit that it was beautiful -  you’d never seen the leaves in such various colors nor fields of farms that expanded beyond the horizon. While the Miranda kingdom focused on agriculture, industry was predominant in your kingdom so the view was unfamiliar to you.

You angrily swiped at the tears that escaped your treacherous eyes. In less than two weeks, you were going to be ripped away from the place that you’d called home. The population of the Miranda kingdom was increasing exponentially and they lacked the technology to produce enough food for their people. Your parents, despite their indifference to the Miranda’s, offered them an accord: in exchange for the industrial secrets that would help them prosper, the Miranda kingdom must give them military aid if the hostile empire from the North decided to attack. The treaty took days to settle, but in the end an agreement was made.

However, there was one caveat: Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you.

Your hands balled into fists at the thought of the Prince. You’d met him on several occasions, but your most recent encounter with him was forever burned into your memory. You attended a wedding with your two older sisters at a neighboring kingdom and the celebration feast was just as glamorous and lavish as the ceremony. Prince Lin-Manuel was the life of the party, batting his long lashes while he flirted and danced with the women on the ballroom floor. When he came to greet you, you felt woozy, having consumed endless glasses of wine, and he managed to convince you to dance. He twirled and chatted you up the rest of the night, shooing away others who wanted a chance with him. Before you knew it, he was tugging you along the corridors of the castle, hands fumbling against the corset of your dress and his lips hungrily kissing yours.

Heat crept up your neck, still vividly remembering when another guest stumbled upon the two of you. You were mortified – you were a good girl, you didn’t do those types of things, especially with a playboy like him – and promptly shoved him to the ground. He lets out a shout of surprise and you turned and ran back to the ballroom, begging your sisters to leave with you.

When your parents broke the news of the treaty to you, you were furious. How dare they choose who you married?! You wanted to marry a man that you loved, not some fool who chased after women like it was his profession. You became even more angry when they told you that he gave his parents an ultimatum, demanding that he was to be married to you and not either of your sisters. You were convinced that he only did that to infuriate and toy with you, a payback of sorts from that night.

The carriage slowed, pulling you out of your thoughts. You craned your neck out the window, staring as the gates to the castle swung open, allowing your carriage to enter.

“All I’m asking of you is to be on your best behavior tonight,” you father murmured across from you, “It would be beneficial to you if you treat them kindly, considering that you’ll be living with them from now on.”

Your mother, who sat next to him, reached over and placed her hand over your clenched fists. “I know this isn’t the most ideal situation for you, but please, think of the future of our kingdom. We would be doomed if it wasn’t for you.”

You stayed silent. You had fought a long and futile battle with your parents about the arrangement. As the youngest of three, you were less involved with politics and lived life as freely as you liked within the castle. Your eldest sister had the daunting duty of leading the people of the kingdom, a position that you were not jealous of. But now that you were to be wed to a future King, your dreams of being free from the responsibilities that came with royalty were shattered.

But your parents were right.

Your people would die if you chose to refuse the engagement. The military was too small and would be outnumbered and overpowered if the North attacked. You needed the help from the Miranda’s.

You took a deep breath. “I will try my best.”

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anonymous asked:

1/2 (While i do NOT ask this to be negative at all, i realize it could be a controversial topic so feel free not to answer!) I have a friend who stopped watching SPN a few years ago after, according to her, they jumped the shark to the point she just couldn't take the show seriously anymore. Now, i'm so deep in fandom it's hard to step back and be objective, but that's not the first time i've heard that complaint, and it got me thinking; obviously i love the show.

2/2 But it did make me casually wonder what keeps me coming back to it specifically, because ibr if any other show had made some of the same writing, plot, etc. choices as SPN has, i’d diagnose it with a serious case of the trope “seasonal rot” and move on. But i haven’t. And i think it’s because SPN is SO character driven. Like, these characters make the show and the genuine heart and love shows through in the writing. I think that’s what balances out the at times questionable quality for me.

Hi there. I just reblogged this post over here that mostly expresses my feelings about this:

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/160986841910/hey-i-stopped-watching-spn-like-during-season

I think it’s really not accurate (nor fair) to describe the character growth and narrative progression as “seasonal rot.” I think that’s sincerely missing the point.

From a podcast interview with Davy Perez shortly after 12.04 aired (Not About The Weather, episode 8):

(Sorry, y’all, I started transcribing this two hour long interview, spent two days transcribing the first hour last November, got to 7.5k, and haven’t had a chance to finish… )

N: It’s really interesting, because what you mentioned as well with Dean when he was living his sort of normal life with Lisa and Ben, it’s interesting as well because we’re six years on from that. So how do you look at that kind of thing and then go okay. How do you stop it being regressive, if you know what I mean? How do you go like, oh, he’s actually grown from that, or if he hasn’t or if he has. How do those decisions get made?

DP: For me I think it’s funny because I might have read it in a book somewhere, or maybe it was advice I got, in regards to writing television versus writing film. When you’re writing a film, you’re writing what is hopefully a complete journey, where a character gets called to action, where they go on their journey of discovery or their journey of tribulation, and then they arrive to an end point and you find, “Oh, I’ve learned this lesson,” or “I’ve grown so much.” And that was a satisfying, closed-ended story. Television doesn’t work that way. Television is about a character that you become invested in, and that you fall in love with. That character grows in incremental ways. Not only do they grow in tiny little increments, and sometimes don’t even grow, they go backwards. You don’t close the loop. You keep the loop open, so that hopefully when you know that okay, this is our final season, this is our final run of episodes, that’s when you can find those landing points, and that’s when you can sort of say this is the end of this journey.
As far as having to imagine what Dean might be eight years ago, well all I can say is that’s who Dean is. There’s a well of knowledge to watch, and you can see that that’s who he is. Maybe they’ve grown in some small way. Maybe Sam can talk about the psychic stuff where maybe before he didn’t even want to talk about it, but he’s not a completely different Sam in that he’s learned from his mistakes and will never make the mistakes again. You want to make sure that you’re staying true to who they are, and allowing the characters to just live in those moments, and to of course grow and have that journey, but to really take time. In an essence you really enjoy those incremental growths and they mean so much more.

This is exactly what I’ve described as the “spiral narrative” where the same things come up over and over again, putting the characters in similar situations. But this has become a character-driven narrative. The mytharc is entirely secondary to what the characters are going through.

Playing “spot the difference” each time you see a “wait, that’s really familiar” moment is where you really SEE those incremental growths. This is not “seasonal rot.” I find myself irrationally offended on behalf of the writers here… like, got up and stormed around the house ranting out loud to myself.

So when meta writers talk about how the writers are doing all of this intentionally, we literally really truly do mean the writers are DOING THIS ALL INTENTIONALLY. They have even TOLD US THIS IS THE CASE IN ACTUAL WORDS.

I  wrote a thing recently that sort of touches on this a bit, that started out as a reply about character driven vs plot driven narratives, but I think it also goes a little way toward explaining some of the reasons why people are having difficulty understanding what the show is doing now:

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/159511693805/a-very-random-question-but-in-your-opinion-whats

If folks are still looking at the show as if it was actually a plot-driven narrative, there’s bound to be some sincere disappointment. But if you see it as a character-driven narrative, everything begins falling into place. I don’t mean to say that someone might be “watching wrong,” but if your impression is that the narrative is inconsistent and has made questionable plot choices, then I feel at least slightly obligated to politely suggest maybe watching it from THIS perspective and see if the entire picture doesn’t become perfectly clear.

Like this sculpture illustrates, look at it from the wrong angle and it all seems random. It’s supposed to inspire you to walk around looking at it all from DIFFERENT angles until the entire picture clicks into place.

This is the amazing beauty of the story Supernatural is telling us right now. I just want as many people as possible to realize this, because I think a lot of people right now are just seeing the random scattershot dots and feeling like they aren’t telling us a full story… I’m just trying to drag as many people around to the other side, to see what it looks like from where I’m sitting. Because it looks like art to me.

The Oracle

A/N: I bring you the thing I had wanted to write in like forever: the saltiest reunion yet. But come on, did you really think I’d leave this character out? Not a chance.

Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan. AU by @doodledrawsthings. Enjoy.

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“He is awake.”

“So soon?” Jheselbraum casts a look at at dimension 46’/, where Mabel Pines reaches to shake the hand of the monster they defeated only a year or so ago. “I would have expected at least a few more centuries.”

“I’m sure you know that time is relative.” The is a tone of amusement in the Ancient’s words. “It has been a lot longer than that.”

The Oracle takes that in, watching the events in Stanford’s home dimension play out, and hums in amusement, “‘A different form’,” she repeats to herself, “You couldn’t resist the irony, could you?”

The Axolotl chuckles, “Rather fitting, considering the many times humanity was deceived by him.”

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Majorly Judging You + General Danvers ‘Spy’ au, from another wonderful conversation with @alittlelesspain

Following the murder of Irsa In-Ze, the leader of an international crime empire, at the hands of one of the FBI’s top agents, Maxwell Lord, and his subsequent death, both the FBI and the military are desperate to find the location of a nuclear weapon that was in Irsa’s possession, and whose location Maxwell failed to discover before he was ostensibly killed by one of Irsa’s bodyguards.

As Irsa’s hier to her empire, Alura is the only person left who could possibly know where the weapon is. Once, there might have been two people, but Irsa’s second daughter died years ago. There are rumours that Irsa killed her herself, because the girl consistently refused to go along with any her mother’s plans for her.

With the chance of Maxwell having been compromised before his death, the FBI fears that Alura now knows the names and faces of all active FBI agents, leaving them little choice but to send Agent Alex Danvers, whose spent the last few years stuck on desk duty since turning Maxwell down on a date once, into the field. Due to the possible dire consequences of this weapon falling into enemy hands, the FBI is working with the U.S. Military, and General Lane partners Alex with his daughter, Lucy Lane.

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The Problems With RWBY

Now, before I get down to it, let me make one thing clear; I LOVE THE SHOW. I enjoy its story, its characters, the music, the unique animation, etc. I am not just “mindlessly hating on it”. Constructive criticism is given BECAUSE I love the show and is done in the hopes that Miles and Kerry will read it and improve on it. I do not want to hear fans whining about me pointing out the show’s flaws just because they can’t see them or accept them. If criticism is not given, people will not improve.

OK, with that out of the way, LET’S BEGIN!


The first flaw RWBY faces is also the first rule of writing that it’s broken: Show, Don’t Tell. RWBY tells us a bunch of stuff, but never shows it. The one thing that comes to mind, even as you’re reading this, is the alleged racism against Faunus. We’re never actually shown true racism against Faunus within the show.

No, Cardin and Roman don’t count. Cardin is a jerk to everyone around him regardless of species, and Roman’s just evil. He belittles everybody under him except for Neo. We’ve never seen anyone be racist to Faunus within RWBY. The World of Remnant videos also don’t help, as it’s just telling us about it instead of showing us it.

At this point, we could just as easily say that the Faunus are all prejudiced against Humans, as we’ve seen more of THAT than we have of Humans hating Faunus. We need to see more racism within the show, instead of it being told to us. It needs to be subtle, no over-the-top ridiculous displays, something more real. Say a Human buys some Dust for some Lien and leaves, then a Faunus tries to buy some too. Have the Faunus charged more than the Human was. Show racism, but make it look and feel real. Otherwise, there’s no point in this imaginary hate against Faunus.

Another issue is the “controversial labor forces” that the Schnee Dust Company utilizes. So, when we were shown Weiss’ father and brother, why never bring that up? SHOW, DO NOT TELL. NEVER JUST TELL.


Another issue RWBY faces is its characters. Namely, how they’re handled. I’ll be taking a crack at a few of them, so bear with me. First stop; YANG. She lost her arm to Adam, and I theorized back at the end of V3 that she’d face some difficulties, probably have PTSD. Now, know that not everybody who has a traumatic experience will suffer from PTSD. However, Yang showed signs of it in V4, and to RT’s credit, they did it rather well. My mother, who does suffer from it, commented on it (Yes she watches RWBY too), saying that RT managed to do it right. However, as Yang got her arm on and started training, her PTSD looked like it disappeared and she seemed almost right as rain again.

Now, I’ll give RT the benefit of the doubt and say that Yang may NOT be over her PTSD and may be forcing herself upwards and onwards. My mother certainly thinks so, as she did it when she was younger. The result, however, was that it made things worse for her later on. IF Yang really is pushing herself, we need to see proof of it. Little scenes here and there to show that she hasn’t recovered. Hell, have her see a flash of Ruby’s cloak, make her think it’s Adam, and have her almost attack Ruby. I mean, I’d personally like to see it, but my point is, if Yang still suffers from PTSD, show us. Don’t sweep it under the rug, because you don’t recover from it, you just learn to live with it and try to move on. This is coming from someone who sees it every day with his mother.

Next up: Blake. Hoo boy, what most critics will say is the biggest disappointment in Volume 4. After Beacon’s fall and Yang’s cripplement, Blake seemingly did what she vowed never to do again; ran away. She either did it so Adam wouldn’t target her friends anymore, or because she was scared. Who knows? The issue here is it’s not clear. If she ran away so Adam wouldn’t attack her friends or loved ones, why return to her family? Adam swore to destroy EVERYTHING she loved,and you better believe family is on that list. Did she think Adam wouldn’t know she was on Menagerie, or did she think he wouldn’t target her family? She even hints at this to Sun, saying “This is why I left them all behind” after Sun was hurt. So, why return to her family? HOWEVER, she also told Sun on Chapter 8; “I told you, I’m not here to fight the White Fang, I’m not here to fight anyone. I’m here to rest, to figure things out, and to see my family.”

So, which is it? A character’s reasons for running need to be clear and easily understood, instead of contradictory and confusing.

Another issue everyone seems to have with Blake is her family; namely that her father was the founder and head of the White Fang. While I don’t mind it, and it even clears up just why Blake feels like it’s HER responsibility to stop the White Fang, as well as I just hate the old “Blake’s an orphan” theory, another issue with her family is Ghira himself. So why did NOBODY, not even Ozpin, make mention of Ghira? She shares the same last name as the founder of the White Fang, Belladonna, so why did nobody comment on it? It’s not like the White Fang were created in secret either, Blake herself outright tells us that the organization was formed to bring peace between the two races. You can’t do that in secret, and if Ghira DID hide in the shadows, then that should have been made clear LONG ago!

With Ruby, the problem lies in how little character development she’s gotten. Yes, we’ve seen her change from a shy girl who didn’t want to make friends to someone who DOES, but that’s about it. Outside of crying for Penny, and going Mary Sue on Cinder after Pyrrha died, Ruby hasn’t shown much of a reaction to their deaths. She’s pretty much the same character, albeit with a little less energy and love of weapons as she used to be. She’s the main character, the show’s pronounced after her name, show us how she’s coping. No long letters that honestly aren’t that good (Sorry, but that letter was pretty bad) and no telling us about it. Show us how the death of two friends has affected a 15-16 year old little girl.

With Jaune, it’s how MUCH development he’s getting. Yes, I get it, he’s the Deuteragonist, the second protagonist, the Hero to Ruby’s Heroine. However, at this point he’s becoming more like the traditional main character than Ruby herself is. He’s had the Love Interest (even if he never knew it) who died, he’s the audience surrogate, he was made leader of his own team, we learned that he cheated his way in, etc. etc. Now, I’m not saying that what he’s been through is BAD, but the issue here ties in with Ruby, namely that she hasn’t gotten as much attention or development as Jaune has. I like Jaune. In another story, he WOULD be the Hero. But the show is called RWBY because it revolves around Team RWBY. It’s time they took the spotlight back.


Another issue that the show has is its sense of time. Before it was retconned, Miles and Kerry said early on that Volume 4 took place 6-8 months after Volume 3. They then decided to change it to avoid plotholes. Unfortunately, this just created more plotholes. How long were Blake and Sun on a boat? How long was Weiss cooped up in her room? Yang said she and Taiyang were training for weeks. The only thing that makes sense is RNJR’s journey on foot, as it WOULD take quite a long time to go from one country to another like that. (A minor plothole with THAT is why didn’t they get transportation there, when Oscar did? If the answer is no money, where did they get the extra ammo at the end of Chapter 1 of V4?)


Something I personally have a problem with within the show, though some would argue against it, is the Grimm. We’ve been shown Grimm that wiped out whole villages, Grimm that rule the seas and are huge, and yet students who haven’t even finished their first year were able to kill.The Grimm as a whole are also disappointing. We’ve been told that they wiped out all life on Remnant except for four Kingdoms where life exists, but we’re always seeing them mowed down so easily and quickly that it’s kind of pathetic. The Nuckleavee Grimm, in particular, showcases this problem. This is something that wiped out three villages and could not be defeated, yet RNJR took it out no problem. A better way to resolve it would have been if they had managed to fend it off long enough for the airships to arrive. The Grimm have been getting the Worf Affect pretty badly, and they’re not the scary monsters that we’re told they are. I, at least, want to see more creepy looking Grimm that aren’t defeated on the first encounter with our heroes. Grimm are supposed to be unnatural monsters of darkness, not cannon fodder.


The lack of foreshadowing is also a problem here. We had only one line of dialogue about Ruby’s silver eyes, and that was it. One line, in the very first episode,and it was never touched upon again. Blake’s family was never hinted at, neither was Weiss’ little brother, Whitley. While I understand that some things are meant to be a surprise and kept secret, common things like family need to be at least mentioned. You don’t need to reveal any big secrets about them, just a mention is enough, like Winter in Volume 2. For something as big as Ruby’s silver eye power, foreshadowing is a must have, otherwise it’ll come out of nowhere and feel like a Deus ex machina.


There are probably many other things I’ve forgotten to add in that I meant to, but I can always address those later, or edit them into this post. These are the biggest flaws though that are dragging RWBY down. I still enjoy the show, and I will keep watching it, but it could always be improved, and there are some things in it that require attention and fixing.

Ren Kouha Character Guide Translation

Even though he and his elder brothers are of different mothers, he idolizes them to an abnormal level.

Kouha’s Attendants

The magicians who are accompanying him to Magnostadt are all quite skilled. They love being hit by Kouha.

Kouha’s Story

Due to his personality and his mother being labeled an outcast, Kouha has been distanced by the people around him. However, despite those circumstances, he didn’t yield and swore to fight without a shame.

Caption:

-Cold gazes are cast toward Kouha and the lowborn people that he gathers around him.

He’s quite experienced when it comes to women? From his appearance, speech and conduct, Kouha looks and sounds like a teenager. However, from the way he handles the three female magicians around him, you can’t help but get the feeling he’s like a veteran in that department.

Caption:

-When it comes to the ladies, he’s superior to Aladdin and Sinbad?

Profile

Country: the Kou Empire
Height: 158cm
Weight: 45kg
Speciality: hacking to pieces
Hobby: fashion and maintaining his beauty and form
Favorite food: fig
Disliked food: spicy food
Favorite type: an individualistic woman
Disliked type: dependant people
What he likes to do in his days off: appreciating his subordinates
What worries him: his mother
Weak point: his big brother

He’s a simple-minded berserker who loves the sight of blood

Due to his readiness for a battle and lack of patience, whenever they are supposed to travel incognito, halfway through, a flashy fight unfolds. He swings his massive sword and his enemies are cut apart one by one.

Captions:

-Forgetting himself, he thrusts his weapon at his enemies with a ghastly vigor.

-he loves war and cutting people makes him feel good. That suits him as the prince of the Kou Empire.

He’s the other king of the Kou Empire and ruling over the shadows

In the imperial palace, Kouha has been regarded as a dissenter ever since he was little. However, without letting that ruin him, with his own hands, he tore open the path he must follow.

Captions:

-Kouha’s strength that originates from his positivity is guiding people.

-Not only in the Kou Empire, there are many people from beyond who swore their loyalty to Kouha.

Point: he especially pampers those who he acknowledges. He opens up his heart and relies on the exceptional. Kouha too has his own unique way of life.

Caption:

Judar is one of the few people other than his family that he opens up to.

Ohtaka’s Maref

Q) does he expose his legs because he’s aware of his own charm?

A) his stature doesn’t suit him as a warrior, does it? However, as someone high-ranking, he probably thought of ways to attract others. Doing his best while following the method that he came up with, it turned out like what it is now.

Djinn Equip: Leraje

The luminous, rock hard wings are circling the battlefield. Kouha’s djinn equip exudes strength and is bewitchingly beautiful. The long wings extending from his back and the massive scythe that he carries with both hands are creating the perfect balance. Kouha, who normally shows a lot of his beautiful skin, does the same in djinn equip mode.

Wings

The crystals intertwined with Leraje’s hair transforms into wings on Kouha’s back that flap wildly.

Great Sword (Nyoirentou)

It transform into a halberd. His great sword turns into a weapon that’s both a scythe and a hammer.

Sturdy Armor

It shows what it shows.

With one swing of his metal vessel, his enemies drop like flies.

Kouha’s slender body and shape-shifting metal vessel has acquired him his own unique battle style. When he swings his metal vessel that also makes the earth quiver under its power, countless enemies that stand in his way scatter away like leaves.

Extreme Magic: Leraz Madraga (Leraz Hammer)

Kouha’s extreme magic leaves a large gaping hole in his enemies.

Captions:

-While his metal vessel is destructive, it can also act as a shield and protect Kouha’s comrades from the enemy.

-Kouha, who loves war, won’t be intimidated even if his enemy is of colossal size and would challenge it head on.

Point: Leraje, who hates unfaithful men. ‘I’ve had enough of unfaithful men’ is Leraje’s reason for choosing Kouha as her king. Is she holding a grudge against one?

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-Leraje, who was told by Kouha ‘looks like you were dumped by someone’. In the past, was she burning with love for a womanizer who threw her away?

Ohtaka’s Maref

Q) When it comes to maintaining his beauty, what’s the thing he takes care of the most?

A) It’s his face. He probably thinks in order for him to be persuasive, he must take good care of his face and hair. The outcome is a strange one (laugh)

Kouha’s Relationships

Kouen, his elder brother that he respects

Kouha swore absolute fealty to Kouen and obeys his every order. Even though he was chosen to be king, he preferred to be Kouen’s household.

The Kind Koumei, who chides Kouha whenever he behaves mischievously

The calm Koumei always looks after the naive Kouha kindly. Kouha would state his opinion in front of Koumei without reservations.

Judar, who believes strength is justice

Even Judar, who isn’t a member of his family, acknowledges his strength and doesn’t mind his company. Even though Kouha spoils him a lot, Judar seems irritated when he does so.

Aladdin, the friend that he met on his journey

Aladdin, who traveled with him on his carriage, became a good playmate on that boring journey. To kill time, he braided his hair, which ended up looking similar to Kouha’s.

Point: the three magicians who survived a tragedy. They are Kouha’s subordinates who were subjects in an experiment to create magicians artificially. It resulted in them having a repulsive appearance. They are meek and admire Kouha, and it looks like they are in some sort of an adult relationship with him…!?

anonymous asked:

do you have favourite ships from movies?

Will and Elizabeth, POTC

Their story is full of such angst and Keira and Orlando have amazing chemistry. I get that Johnny Depp essentially takes over the movie because Jack Sparrow is Jack Sparrow and people mostly talk about Johnny and Keira but Orlando and Keira, man, they fucking sell that relationship; they play longing and yearning extremely well:

Like even now in gifs, I feel that tension, that connection, that chemistry and when I watch a movie, chemistry is the first thing that’s going to get me to invest in a ship on a visceral level and movies have less time than TV shows.

Monica and Q, Love and Basketball

Well firstly I have such love for this ship and for this movie because Love and Basketball came out when I was 10 and it was one of the first young black couples I had ever seen onscreen and Monica was one of the first assertive, strong, passionate young female characters I ever saw on screen too so that alone means I have a very special place in my heart for their relationship and for the movie itself. Monica and Q was also one of the first ships I saw where they go from “hate” to love/friends to lovers and I love that they give each other so much shit but that they genuinely care about each other.

Harry and Sally, When Harry Met Sally

When Harry Met Sally is just an exceptionally well-written movie, I’ve studied that script (along with You’ve Got Mail but I will not put Kathleen and Joe as a ship because that relationship is actually fundamentally fucked up which I realized when I got older) and the relationship between Harry and Sally is witty and fun and just very real about two people who hated each other, became friends, slept together, stopped talking to each other and then realizing that they’re in love with each other, it’s just very smart.

Slevin and Lindsey, Lucky Number Slevin

I read somewhere that Lucy Liu said the most fun she ever had on set was on the set of Lucky Number Slevin and when you watch the movie, you can tell, you can see that she’s having a blast on set, that she and Josh get along really well, there’s a scene (she’s the neighbour) where she walks into Slevin’s apartment while he’s taking off a towel and Josh actually had no underwear on and he didn’t tell Lucy so her reaction is priceless anyway even before I knew any of that, Lindsey and Slevin have this incredibly quirky, cute, odd relationship that works so well and it’s just really fun.

Janie and Tea Cake, Their Eyes Were Watching God

This is purely chemistry. Tea Cake and Janie were supposed to have a wildly passionate relationship that consumed everything and Michael and Halle showed that with such intensity, I felt like leaving them alone when I saw the movie. When I found out Halle and Michael dated for a bit after this I was like well how could they not? I MEAN LOOK AT THIS.

Hildy and Walter, His Girl Friday

This is banter at its best, this is I loathe you but somehow I like you and I hate you for it, you ass at its best. This is still one of the smartest, funniest relationships I have ever watched.

June and John, Walk The Line

This was a relationship, I remember watching it and feeling both sad and happy and frustrated, their journey was kind of torturous to witness but Joaquin and Reese have really good chemistry, they just work well together and I really wanted to see them through and it’s another example of a well-written consuming love.

Arwen and Aragorn, Lord of the Rings

Because you get that sense of eternal, never-ending love between the two of them, that they’ll always be entwined no matter what and that it’s a driving force next to Aragorn’s sense of valour and honour to defeat Sauron.

Gale and Katniss, The Hunger Games

Like everything about The Hunger Games, I like the relationship in the books a lot better but I thought particularly in the first two movies that they did a decent job in showing what they meant to each other.

Latika and Jamal, Slumdog Millionaire

Because tear my fucking heart out why don’t you?

Ron and Hermione, Harry Potter

The movies took away a lot of Romione’s nuance, a lot of Ron’s development and a lot of their dynamic as the movies went on (the first movie they did it spot on) but it’s Romione, I always ship Romione.

thetravelingmuse  asked:

I've always thought that Bree, Roger and Claire should've devised some photographic equipment and taken pictures before they (Bree/Roger) left to go back to the future - would love to see a story of them doing this and then maybe Bree showing Joe (who I always felt was Claire's BFF) a picture of Jamie/Claire so he can see how happy Claire is...

Photographs - Part Two

Part One

Brianna looked at her supplies laid out on her bed and tried to prioritize everything. She needed to carry anything she brought through the stones with her so it would be a good idea to get rid of some of the things before her. The problem was that she kept thinking of new things to add to the pile instead of actually removing anything.

The pearls were going with her no matter what. She set them aside in a new pile—the “definitely going” pile. Then she went through her first-aid kit and pared it down to the absolute essentials (including a bottle’s worth of aspirin stored in a wax-paper packet, which she figured would be less obviously out of time) before adding it to the “definitely going” pile as well.

Slowly she pared everything down and then tried packing the sackcloth bag she planned to use.

She accomplished her task a little too well—there was room in her pack to spare.

She turned back to the discard pile; she could bring one more thing.

It shouldn’t be anything too conspicuous or too heavy… It should be something to remind her of home while she was away, after all, she wasn’t going to be in the eighteenth century for that long.

It struck her that while she was excited by the prospect of seeing her mother again—an opportunity she hadn’t thought they would ever have—this time would undoubtedly be the last time she would see her mother, in addition to being the first and only time she would see Jamie… her father.

Her eyes drifted to the new Polaroid instant camera on her dresser—it hadn’t even been among her initial pile of possibilities but now she wanted to bring something that would allow her to capture, preserve, and bring the past back with her when she did return to her own time.

It was too conspicuous and if it failed while she was there she would have no means of repairing it. What would people think if they caught her using it? Her mother had mentioned in great detail the trial she’d endured at Cranesmuir. The thought of the possible consequences made Brianna shudder. It had been chance as much as anything that saved her mother and there was no guarantee that she might be as lucky under similar circumstances.

But to have a picture of her parents together—of herself with them…

She could always paint them… assuming paints, canvas, and the other necessary supplies could be found… and doing a self-portrait of that kind… but again, she would have to carry anything she wanted to bring back with her and a painted canvas—even in its most portable form—was awkward at best. However if she was very careful…

She wrapped it in amongst the bandages in the bottom of the pack and prayed the stones would let it through unharmed.

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Everything’s Just Peachy (Laurens x Reader) PART 1

Prompt-“Just put the gun down and let’s talk about this.” (I’m pretty sure this is on the list and it actually has a number but I can’t find it ahaha I really wanted to write with this prompt and John sooo here goes!) 

TW: Guns, Violence, Kidnapping, Implied Abuse

 

It all started as a nice, relaxing night, but would turn out to be the longest night of your life. You and your boyfriend, John Laurens, were cuddled on the bed you shared, wrapped in the soft sheets, watching the latest episode of (favorite TV show) and eating some of his famous peach cobbler (Well, famous only to you, since you were the only one he made it for) with ice cream. You hated to admit it, but you were extremely tired from having to work overtime at the café that night. You were supposed to get off at 3 PM, but hadn’t gotten off until 8 PM, because one of your coworkers, named Ellis Jones, hadn’t showed up and you just had to cover their shift, granting you a laborious 12 hours on the clock that day. She’s one of the worst employees actually, from the little you’ve seen her do. You tried your best to stay awake though, because John had apparently been planning this “date” for about a week, since he worked at night, and had specifically asked to take off that day. So he did, and surprisingly wasn’t at all upset when you told him your reason for being extremely late. So here you both are, enjoying yourselves.

Well, that is, until the power went out.

You snapped your head to where John would be sitting if you could see him. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and could only make out his silhouette as he reached over to the side table and picked up an object. You only realized what it was when he shined a light on your face, causing you to wince at the sudden change in brightness.

“Sorry, babe…” You couldn’t make out his face much but you could tell he was probably wearing a sheepish grin. You shook your head and picked up your phone, eternally grateful that it was charging as you two were cuddling and had gained 94% battery charge. You turned on your phone’s flashlight and turned it upwards to give the entire room some light.

“Why did our power go out? There’s no storm…” You replied, fear starting to slightly bubble up inside you. John shrugged.

“Something probably happened to the fuse box. I’m gonna go check it out. Stay here.” He said, getting out of the bed. Your heart skipped a beat, and not in the good way. Unbeknownst to John and practically everyone except for your parents, you were always kind of afraid of the dark, though you could sort of tell that John could tell, because he didn’t question why you left your bedside lamp on when you two would sleep. You knew it wasn’t the dark itself, but what could be lurking in the shadows. The unknown. Also, you had a horrible feeling in your gut about this situation.

“No….” You said, hoping John wouldn’t hear the quiver present in your voice, “I want to stay with you.”

John gave you a soft smile. “Of course, (y/n). Come on.” He held his hand out to you, which you gladly took, along with your phone in the other hand.

The two of you set off through the house on your journey to the backyard fuse box. You tried your best not to look at anything besides the back of John’s shirt, knowing it would generate some terrible thoughts that you really didn’t want to deal with right now. There was one terrible thought you couldn’t shake though, and that was a possible reason for your power outage.

“John…” you said, barely above a whisper.

“Yes, (y/n)?” He responded.

“What if… what if the power going out wasn’t an accident?”

He stopped dead in his tracks. If there were any noise at the time you wouldn’t be able to hear his sharp inhale. Instead of waiting for a reply, you decided to look ahead of you two. You were surprised that you didn’t pass out at what you saw. Yet you definitely almost passed out at what you heard. The sound of glass breaking and the figure stepping into the house.

“(y/n)?”

“Yes… John…?”

“Go back inside the room and lock the door.”

You look at him incredulously, even if he couldn’t see you. Was he insane??? You knew that figure you saw wasn’t here to have a nice conversation over tea and cookies.

“John, what the hell?? No!! I can’t leave you here!!”

“(y/n), listen to me.” He said, firmer this time, “Go back in the room. Lock the door.”

You still couldn’t process the ridiculous request he was asking of you. Your feet stayed glued to where they were.

“(y/n)—“

“You should really listen to your boyfriend, girlie. Wouldn’t want to get caught in the crossfire now would you?” The figure spoke. You were genuinely shocked, and you let it show on your face. The figure’s voice was feminine. And you don’t know where, but you knew that voice from somewhere. You felt John’s hand tense up.

“Leave her out of this, Ellis. Just put the gun down and let’s talk about this.” John spoke to the girl. Ellis…? As in, the same Ellis you had covered for at work today…?

“I was going to, but this seems like a lot more fun. Now, we’re actually taking up too much time here, soooo let’s wrap this up. Tony?”

You didn’t have time to mentally question who Tony was before you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head and saw black.

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Laurens gasped and sat upright, instantly regretting it when a dull pain forced its way through his head. Gripping his forehead, he stood up slowly, extremely confused. It was light outside, couldn’t be any earlier than 10 AM. He looked around for any sign of what he was doing last night. All he could remember was that he was cuddling with (y/n), the power went out, and–

He froze. Turning his head slowly he saw it. Glass on the floor and a broken window.

“(y/n)…. (y/n)!!” He yelled, no regard for his pounding headache. He frantically searched the house for you, looking in every possible location, praying that this was just a weird game of hide and seek and that you would give up and come out of hiding. Suddenly, he remembered.

“….Ellis. Oh, fuck.”

Scrambling for his cellphone he dialed the 3 people he knew would be most useful in a situation like this.

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“How does she even know where you live??”

“I don’t know, Alex, but she came here, blew the fuse box, and took (y/n).”

The 3 boys exchanged glances. John had called over his best friends (Alexander Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan, and Marquis de Lafayette) to help him find you. They were the only ones who knew how crazy his ex girlfriend, Ellis Jones, could get. That is, if they were present for it. He didn’t ever tell them the specifics of how crazy she could get when they were alone or how possessive she was of John around other girls, but the boys always knew something weird was up with her, and now Ellis and her possible band of hired help have the one person nearest and dearest to John: You. Anyone with eyes and ears could tell how much John loved you, and how much he would do for you. Anyone who knew about John’s relationship with Ellis could see that you were a huge step up for him and made him happier than he ever has been.

“Did you try calling the police?” Hercules asked. John shook his head.

“They wouldn’t know where to find her. Ellis works under the radar, and she’s ex FBI, she knows how to get around things.”

The boys murmured in defeat. John sighed and placed his head in his hands. He felt a hand on his back.

“Mon ami…” Lafayette said softly, “We will find (y/n). For your sake and ours, do not forget she is notre ami aussi (our friend as well).”

John nodded. Alexander clasped his hands together.

“Alright, dudes, let’s get to some FBI type shit. If I was a psyco ex girlfriend, where would I hide my ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend?”

Hercules raised his hand, “Probably not your house.”

Alexander nodded, “Alright, probably not my… Wait.” His eyes widened. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette cocked their heads to the side simultaneously.

“What?”

“What?”

“Quoi?”

Alexander let out an incredulous laugh. “No, seriously! That’s the most obvious way to go, so no one would suspect a smart person to use that way to go. Kind of reverse psychology, if you will. Nice job, Mulligan!”

The two dudes high fived and Laurens smiled a hopeful smile.

“Let’s go get (y/n) back.”

The Veela ~ Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf

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Y/N - Your NAme
L/N - Last Name
Request from @hungergamesteenwolf ​: Hi could you make an imagine where the reader is a veela (a beautiful supernatural creature with hypnotic powers) and everyone gets attracted to get because of her looks but only her soulmate gets attracted to her because of personality and until she finds out who her soulmate is the world is in black and white then she finds out stiles is her soulmate when he kisses her and she doesn’t have control over her powers unroll she finds her soulmate also could you make it super fluffy and they are protective of eaxhother could you do it in parts please thankyou so much 😊😊😊😊p.s sorry this is really super long
Word Count:  1, 160 something
U N E D I T E D

I hope you like it <3


The ringing of the bell echoed though the car park, I sighed inaudibly and made my way towards the steps that climbed up to the large doors; ignoring the gazes I got from passing by students. I briefly looked at the stone sign that prominently showed off its carved text as I fixed my hair and climbed up the steps along with everyone else, rolling my eyes in reaction to a wolf whistle.

‘Est. 1941 Beacon Hills High School’

Welcome to the third school I’ve attended in this state.  
The school where I officially give up on searching for the one,

All eyes went on me the minute I entered the halls; the once loud and buzzing space was now overtook in silence and awed stares yet I just simply carried on with my journey to my first period class. By now I’m used to this gawking, whistling and overall attention. After all that’s what a Veela’s effect has on people.

Veela ~ A rare yet beautiful supernatural creature whom possess hypnotic powers that when activated is deemed very powerful.  The Veela –usually a young woman- appears attractive or seductive to most natural and supernatural beings causing the Veela to have control over the mind and body state. However; despite impeccable prowess this power can only be activated once the Veela finds the one (her soul mate) who doesn’t just love her for her appearance but for her personality also. Until then the Veela cannot control her abilities at all and can only see the world in black and white. Originated from Greek Mythology

I was twelve when I was told of my birth-given gift, which was a complete kick in the ass for me considering that my first kiss was merely a few days before. I hated the fact that people would only love me because of the aura I was born with and not the personality I have constructed over time, and not to mention that I have NEVER seem a single colour ever apart from the generic black white and grey. That crap can really put a damper on my mood but I do have hope. That one day I’ll find my soul mate and everything would be perfect but sadly; my soul mate is one out of seven billion people on this planet and it would be a complete and utter miracle if I came across him or her, which is why  move around a lot. I want to get the best chance at finding the one even though I have no clue who I’m looking for.  

Recently however, I’ve had this overpowering feeling that I should just give up and live my life in literal black and white knowing that I can never activate and master my powers. I gave up but then I found this place. Beacon Hills. I don’t know but something about this specific part of the county intrigued me; as if it was pulling me in, so following this really strong urge I migrated over here but that doesn’t mean I’m still on the hunt for my soulmate, I’ve come to terms that I’ll never find him/her and I’m fine with it. Almost. Kind of. Not really. At all!

Shaking myself out of my thoughts I soaked up my surrounding for the first time. How big is this school? Where the hell is my next class? Aimlessly I wandered around the nearly empty halls hoping I’d come across the room I was supposed to be in.

Great! Just my luck. I’m lost!

I continued wandering down the grey halls whilst playing with a strand of my hair; a habit of mine. Should I ask a teacher where I go? Probably.

I turned to the nearest open door and took a hesitant step in, leaning slightly against the doorframe in full sight to the students inside the class. My eyes involuntarily scanned the classroom and I locked eye contact with one of the girls in the third row; she had dark wavy hair and a pale and perfect face. However the way she looked at me was completely different to how others looked at me; it was like she was analyzing me. Trying to read through me.
“Can I help you?” the female teacher interrupted our staring contest as she put down the piece of chalk in her hand and took a step closer to me bearing a warm smile.

“Um, sorry for interrupting and all its just that I’m new and completely lost”
“What class are you in sweetie?”
“Room 302B” the minute I spoke the pretty that was staring at me stood up showing off her beautiful white dress with grey and black flowers.
“I’ll take her there” and with that she walked up to me and ushered me out the room before her teacher could say otherwise.

Cool. I guess.
Despite walking in complete silence I could feel her eyes piercing through the side of my head, what is she thinking?
“So, is this your first day?” she broke the silence.
“Yeah, but it’s not as nerve-racking as everyone says it should be”

“And why is that?” I hesitated on saying my answer, thinking it through on how I phrase it so it doesn’t sound weird.
“Well I’ve had a lot of first days” I looked to my side expecting to see the girl but no one was there, I turned around to see her standing there, giving me the same stare she was giving me when I entered her classroom.

“What wr-”
“Here’s your class” she opened the door for me still focusing her eye contact on me.

“I’m Lydia by the way. Lydia Martin”
“Y/N” I gave her a small smile before walking into the class as confused as ever. Why was she looking at me like that, I feel kind of violated right now?

I furthered into the class and sat down in the only available seat; everyone’s eyes trailing on me except for one boy I was about to sit behind. He trained his eyes towards the open door with his eyebrow cocked up, I wonder who he is? The teacher gave out a throaty cough before commencing the lesson again.
“Welcome um, Miss. L/N to the class. Stilinski fill her in with everyone I’ve taught so far” Stilinski?

The who was staring at the door turned around a little too quickly making him lose balance and flounder a little in his chair, I chuckled and smiled at Stilisnki who’s cheeks turned a shade of red from almost falling off his chair

“Hi, I’m Stiles” Stiles. Is that his real name? Don’t get me wrong it’s a nice name; a nice name for a nice face. A very nice face actually.

“Y/N” he scooted his chair closer to my desk and brought over his subject book. He started to explain to me whatever this class was about but I couldn’t concentrate, something about this big eyed boy made tiny volts of electricity shoot through my stomach. I looked up from the book to see him already staring at me, the same ‘trying to find me out’ look the Lydia girl had but his was a lot softer. And I like it.

PART 2

anonymous asked:

Can you write a ficlet about Eliza's wedding ring? Hamilton showing it to her before the wedding, her reaction or him shopping for it, or whatever c angle you choose. I love that ring so much!

Hope this is what you were looking for!


Eliza smiles and lies back against her pillows.  She’s never been so warm on a winter’s night.  Outside her room, she can hear boots still stomping in time with the music, the loud voices of her large family still celebrating.  Inside, she watches her naked husband stoke the fire.

“It is unnecessary,” she insists, but he turns to her with a smile and insists she’ll want it kept lit the longer the night goes on. 

Eliza is convinced he’s wrong, but she doesn’t argue.  She’s grown rather attached to his desire to keep her warm. 

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Pirouette

Length: this chapter is 2235 words 

A SnowBaz fic.

An AU where Baz and Simon never got together, and Simon kept his magic, and they meet after a few years and Baz is doing ballet. Simon thinks it’s hilarious, and stays just to torment Baz.

Status: WIP

Written for a prompt from @basiltxnpitch

Pretty sure I don’t need and t/w’s for this. Angst, dancing, swearing (of course there is swearing. If you are adverse to swearing you wouldn’t have read Carry On).

A/N:  Wow, this has gotten such a great response! I love you guys so much, thanks for all your support!! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I kind of hope you cry about it. (Three times, to be precise.) (Sorry.) (Not really.)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8][Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12]  [Chapter 13]  [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15]  [Chapter 16][Chapter 17]   [Chapter 18][Chapter 19][Chapter 20]

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Simon

I rushed to Penny’s side in a panic. I didn’t know what to do. How could I help her?

I put two fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse. There were thirty terrifying seconds when I couldn’t feel one, thirty seconds where my heart was in my throat and tears in my eyes. Thirty seconds where I thought my best friend in the whole world might be dead.

Then I found a pulse. It was very faint, but it was there. I sighed in relief, and a shudder of stomach-flipping gladness shook my body.

But she wasn’t out of the woods yet.

“Penny, Penny wake up!” I was shouting. I just kept shouting at her. Rationally, I knew she couldn’t hear me. But still I shouted. I slapped her so hard it stung my hand, trying to shock her awake.

I felt her skin, and realised it was going cold. I couldn’t risk casting a spell on her, I might hurt her. But maybe…

Maybe I could try and give her some of my power like I had done with Baz. He’d said he was kind of power drunk, but it didn’t seem to hurt him. Maybe it would help her.

I lifted Penny’s shirt and placed both of my hands on her cold stomach. I began to open up the tap, to release my magic and push it into her like I had earlier today. I kept going for a few seconds, before I realised something was dreadfully wrong.

Penny didn’t seem to be taking in any of the power, or getting any warmer – except the spot where my hands were was burning hot.

I jolted and snatched my hands away from her, yelping in dismay when I saw two bright red hand prints burned into the flesh on her stomach.

“I – I don’t understand. Penny, I’m so sorry, I – I thought it would work. I didn’t know it would hurt you. I’m sorry.”

I don’t know when I began crying, but I became aware of my wet, hot cheeks at that very moment.

Then I remembered my phone, sitting on the couch. I bolted out of her bedroom and into the lounge, calling an ambulance as soon as my fingers hit the screen.

I was told they had dispatched one, that it would be here in ten minutes. Meanwhile, Penny was dying in her bedroom.

I ran back to her, and I suddenly remembered CPR. I’d never actually done it, only seen it on TV, but surely it couldn’t be that hard?

I linked my hands and began pumping her chest. Was it thirty pumps for three breaths? I heard a crack, and my heart skipped a beat, but then I realised that it was her ribs, and that was supposed to happen. I couldn’t remember where I had read that, though. It might not have been true. I kept pumping until I got to thirty, then I pried her lips apart. I put my mouth on hers and pinched her nose, putting three forceful breaths into her lungs. Then I went back to pumping.

I went through the process six times before the ambulance arrived, and she hadn’t taken in a proper breath yet.

Two paramedics rushed to her as soon as I directed them, and I followed nervously behind.

The male one looked at me. “What happened?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I found her like this. I performed CPR, I think I cracked her ribs. She was in here by herself for at least twenty minutes before I found her.”

I was in shock. I just gave the facts and nothing else.

They took her on a stretcher to the ambulance, and they wouldn’t let me come. I pocketed my phone and hailed a taxi that was driving past my house.

“Please,” I breathed, “follow that ambulance! My best friend is in there.”

The old man beside me stuck as close as he could without breaking any laws, which I appreciated. I already had the money out of my pocket as we pulled up to the hospital. I thanked him and ran, leaving the cash behind.

I caught up to where Penny was, following her journey from ambulance to emergency. They gave her an oxygen mask and were monitoring her heart rate, and they wouldn’t let me in.

I paced around the waiting room anxiously for two hours, my head snapping up as soon as any door opened, before falling back down in disappointment as soon as I realized it wasn’t her doctor.

Eventually, the doctor walked in. She was a kind-looking twenty-something woman with tri-colour hair – blue, purple and pink. She had a gentle smile on her face, and her green eyes showed me that Penny was alive. Of course, that didn’t stop me from jumping up from my seat and hurriedly asking what was going on.

“Hello, my name is Doctor Kate Miller, but you can just call me Kate if you like. Your name is Simon, right? You called the ambulance for Penelope in there?”

I nodded.

She smiled softly, but now her eyes showed sorrow. “Okay, Simon, here’s what’s happening. Your friend Penny hit her head and concussed herself. She must have fallen asleep afterwards. Simon, she’s in a coma at the moment.”

My ears started ringing. Penny, in a coma? Penny, the smartest person I know, let herself fall asleep while concussed? Penny, my best friend, asleep for Crowley knows how long? My heart lurched and pressure began to build in my head.

“She should be fine,” Kate continued, “but we need to keep her until she wakes up, of course. And there is a chance that she might not wake up, but all her vitals look alright and she should be fine. Simon, Penny should be fine, given time. We just need to take care of her for a little while. Okay?”

I nodded, my throat burning and my stomach threatening to empty its contents right there.

“Good. Does Penny have anyone who you might need to call? Family, a partner, a boss?”

I nodded again. “Yeah. She does. I’ll do that. Can I just – can I just see her, first?”

Kate nodded. “Come with me.”

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Penny looked awful. She looked grey and cold and sick. She looked like she was sleeping. She was hooked up to heaps of different machines, which only increased my anxiety.

I sat in the stiff chair by the bed and held her hand. It was still cold, but warmer than before.

“Come on Penny,” I whispered, “please wake up. I need you. If you aren’t around, who am I going to quote all the time? Who’s going to make sure I eat more than scones?” I began crying. “Penny, please come back. You are my only friend. If I don’t have you, I don’t have anyone.” I broke into deep, painful sobs. It felt like my heart was breaking, like I couldn’t breathe or think or function until she woke up. It felt like my life was falling apart.

I squeezed her hand even tighter and pulled it up to my chest, holding it and hugging it there.

I fell asleep in the hospital chair, still holding my best friend’s hand.

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I was woken periodically through the night by nurses and patients, but I didn’t let that bother me. They allowed me to sleep there all night, which I thought was odd, but I didn’t complain at all. By the time morning came, my neck was stiff and my back was sore. I stood up and stretched, not taking my eyes off of Penny.

I ended up staying in the hospital all day, eating hospital food and crying.

At 3:05 I got a text

Baz: Where are you? You said you were going to be here.

Seconds into typing a shaky response, my phone rang. I let it ring out as I exited the hospital, then I called him back.                                            

“Snow, where the fuck are you?”

“Baz, I –”

“Did you say you were going to come simply to waste my time?” he sounded extremely pissed, and I didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“No, that’s not it at all Baz, I –”

“Forgot?” he snapped.

I sighed, exasperated, before snapping back. “No, Baz, I didn’t. I spent the night in hospital.”

I heard a gasp. “What? What happened? Are you okay? Snow, what the fuck happened?” now he sounded extremely worried, which seemed extremely out of character.

I shook my head, which of course he couldn’t see. “No. I mean, yes, technically, but I’m not really.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not me who’s in hospital, Baz.”

“Who?” and then a breath. “Oh, not Bunce.”

“Baz, Penny’s in a coma. She hit her head last night. She might not wake up.”

“Fuck. Shit. Simon, I’m sorry.”

“Baz, it’s not your fault.”

“No, but – I was rude when you answered the phone and I – I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not okay, but you are. Sorry I didn’t let you know I wouldn’t be coming today.”

He laughed in shock. “You’re sorry? Snow, you don’t need to apologise. Your best friend is in hospital.”

“Still, I just feel bad that I wasted your time.”

He groaned. “I didn’t mean that. I was angry, I thought you were being an arse.”

“I know,” I muttered, “but I still feel bad.”

He sighed. “Alright, Snow. Have you tried any healing spells?”

“I don’t want to blow up the hospital.”

“You’ve gotten better at controlling it though.”

“I’m not going to risk Penny’s life on that. Besides, it only works when I’m going off. Which I’m not. I’m too tired. I have tried giving her some of my magic, but it didn’t work. It – it actually burned her. I’m surprised the doctors haven’t mentioned the two huge burned handprints on her stomach.”

“Crowley.” he breathed.

“Yeah. Anyway, I should go. I need to make sure she’s alright.”

“Alright,” Baz said softly, “take care, Snow.”

“Thanks.” I hung up and looked around me. I was in a very green garden area of the hospital, full of succulents and ferns and a few flowers. It was quite nice there, but I wasn’t in the mood for a bright, happy garden right now, so I went back up to Penny’s room.

I grabbed her hand again, same as every time I went back to her. I squeezed it tight and hoped for a response, same as every time, but there was none, same as every time.

I let go of her hand and pulled my own up to my forehead, looking down at my feet. I began crying again, and I didn’t even realise it.

This was the worst day of my life. It felt like I was falling apart, like my whole life was disappearing around me. I had nobody in this world besides Penny, and she was fading away in front of me.

Then Baz burst in the door. And he looked worried, and frantic, and kind of scared. And before I could stop myself, I was barrelling towards him, wrapping my arms around him as tight as I could, looking for some form of comfort sobbing into his shoulder, breathing in his bergamot and cedar smell.

What am I doing? I exclaimed inside my head. This is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, my long time enemy, ex-roommate and attempted murderer. Why the fuck would I think he would want to give me comfort?

No, I thought. This is Baz Pitch – my dance teacher, the guy I danced and had fun with yesterday, whose sister I volunteered to help find. That’s who he is now, I reminded myself. My friend.

Baz froze briefly, before exhaling gently and pulling me in tight.

“Shh,” he breathed, “it’s okay, Simon. She’s going to be fine.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not!” I shouted. “Baz, this is Penny, she’s my best friend! She’s in a coma!” I’m not sure how much of this was comprehensible. I was shouting through tears into the fabric of his shirt. “Baz, she’s all I’ve got!”

He paused. He pulled back and held me at arm’s length. His eyes looked sad – pained, almost.

“You’ve got me.” He whispered.

“What?”

“You’ve got me, Snow. I’m here. And I’m going to help you save Bunce.”

I believed him. He sounded sincere. But I was in total shock.

“Why?” I asked.

He frowned. “What do you mean why? Because she needs help.”

“No,” I said, “but why did you come here? Why didn’t you just go home?”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “You needed help. I mean look at you; you’re a wreck.” He smiled at me when I pouted. “Snow, you need help. And I owe you. You tried to help me with Mordi yesterday, so I’m going to help you with Bunce today.”

I didn’t know what to say. I certainly had never expected Baz Pitch to come to hospital to help me. Not in my wildest dreams would that have happened. It had seemed more likely to me that he would be the reason I was in here – and yet, he wasn’t.

Baz Pitch came to help save my best friend.

Baz Pitch came to help me.

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I was really confused about this NH suddenly happening just as all of you, so as a script/literature student for almost a year, and learning all about foreshadowing, character development, and plot treatment, I decided I should talk to someone who knew more than me.

I exposed this case (about NH in the last movie) to my professor, who has been a successful screen writer for 27 years, and his answer was.

“Well, if you want to get two characters together, you have to put them through a lot of situations, and make them feel everything, both sides, so you can explain why the bond is so strong. You can’t put two characters together which development is so poor, not even if the 3, or 4 moments they have had together are really meaningful. That’s only valid if you are writing a short film cause you don’t have a lot of time, but if the story is as long as you’re telling me, then you have no excuse. You have had plenty of time to put those character through more moments, and make a successful development. If you really intent to make this two characters end up together, then you should have give them more screen time”

the I asked him about the other character (Sakura) what was her case and he answered.

“ It means he really didn’t think it through, and he has wasted years of paper and ink developing this relationship for absolutely nothing. Why would you spend so much time developing a relationship if you really didn’t mean it? As a story maker you have to keep in mind that you have to make things clear for the viewers, because if you don’t, things like this happen. It’s like a new trend in marketing to leave a really open plot so the viewers can make their own conclusions, and watch just cause they want to know if they’re right, and they do this without even consulting the writer. That is called comercial script, and it’s ruining the industry, darling. But if in the end you tell me this girl who has been with the main character all the time, and it’s clearly the main female character, is not ending up with him, you’re telling me the writer of this story hasn’t been able to keep his story in line. He practically took a side character out of nowhere, and created a relationship that through the story was not even foreshadow. It’s bad writing”

I explain about Hinata’s love for Naruto. 

“And have the main character acknowledge this love?”

I told him about Pein Arc, and her confession. he asked me to see the pages of the manga, and I showed them to him.

“But then this confession was not mention again. When you write about several characters, you have to give each of them a resolution, or else it will  be unfinished. This girls confessions was sudden, and it was not mention again, so in my experience this is just to help the character get its resolution. If to the main character, or to the main plot this confession is supposed to be a game changer, or something important, then it should have been mention again. I can see the main female is there again, and as you can see, or at least what it seems is that the girl is uncomfortable. Sometimes we have to take side characters to do things like this, so main characters can realise their own truth. And it’s use really often. You see a lot of movies about someone who doesn’t realise he or she is in love with their best friend until the best friend is with someone else. So having this confession, and the only person to acknowledge that moment is the other girl, then the confession is only important to those girls. As i told you before, the side character needs its resolution about those feelings, and the main character needs to realise some things that are link to the confession”.

I explained that since then, Naruto and Hinata have a couple of moments, and I showed them to him as well.

“Okey, I can see your concern. As stories develop sometimes we create characters that we wish we would have seen more of. But as much as I watched about this character, the conclusion of every interaction they have (naruto and hinata) is the girl thinking the same thing. We never see him thinking about her, or about what she has done. In the case of the other girl (Sakura) we have both of them thinking about each other constantly. In this cases the side character (hinata) will have her own resolution thanks to the impact the main character have had on her, and the other two (sakura and naruto) are more likely to have a resolution together. You can decode this just by who they keep in their thoughts. The main character has been in love with the other girl (sakura) for the whole story, and it is constantly showed. You never get a hint that he is changing his mind, so it would not be logical for him to change his mind in the blink of an eye, and he’s the main character, he gets what he wants. In this kind of stories, he works his ass off, he gets what he wants, and the other characters learn from him”

So I asked him what about the movie and I tell him everything that is going on and he told me.

“Then it means that in the main story the writer couldn’t really find a right way to give this character her resolution, so he created the perfect situation for her to have it. If this story is linked to the main one, then it will has no sense with her ending up with the main character. By the plot of this side story, I can tell that what you will mainly see is the final impact the main character has had on her, and the writer will be able to develop her story successfully, but as I see it, and talking with my own experience, her resolution will not be ending by the side of the main character. She will go through her own personal journey, she will finally give him the scarf as a sign of that chapter of her life ending because she will know new things about herself”

I thanked him, and as I was leaving his office he said to me. 

“Remember that stories have to make more sense than real life. So, if you want two people to end up together, you have to constantly show how that bond gets stronger. In stories nothing just happens, so I highly doubt he will love the other girl out of nowhere, not after the writer has spend 15 years invested on the other relationship, it will be kind of crushing. Can you imagine it? Spending so much time with the one you love going through the same things, and suddenly having to forget him because someone else loves you?" 

"No, sir”

“Yeah. Keep me updated, you have made me curious”

“Course I will”

So yeah, Im keeping my high hopes, or else I will be pretty disappointed. I don’t want to end up feeling disappointed. 

ANALYSIS AND THEORY ON BTS EPILOGUE: YOUNG FOREVER

Yo hello its going to take awhile so sit yourself back down and let me explain the analysis of this. This epilogue (or atleast this era) is supposed to finally show the relation and back story of I Need U and Run (part 1 and part 2 era). 

From what we’ve seen before, it is clearly obvious that the main plot behind this was about a group of 7 boys talking about both the pleasures and pains of youth/being young. (the whole JIN IS DEAD and TAEHYUNG KILLED HIS FATHER thing can be considered as side plots for now).

First lets start off with the symbolisms (bc we all know how much they love doing this):

It starts off with a distorted projection of the title “YOUNG FOREVER” which was previously only “FOREVER”. Considering it is a projection, we can safely assume this is from a TV. Normally this kind of misinterpreted screen comes from a TV that’s old and worn out so the quality tends to be worse than being young and healthy. However right after this, the projection changes to show a high quality version of the title “YOUNG FOREVER”. This transition meant that although they have grown older, the spirit of their youth shall not die.

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Sketchbook

Pairing: Cullen x f!Lavellan

Rating: SFW, fluff

Summary: Cullen learns more about the Inquisitor’s hobbies.

Note: I use my own Inquisitor here. She’s an elven mage and her name is Othinus.

A short, somewhat cracky follow up here: Caught


He always noticed when she was drawing. Even at Haven, where the snow covered almost any possible surface, he’d see her perched somewhere, scribbling intently into a notebook. At the time he didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask about it.

Even at Skyhold, where their duties grew significantly, he’d still sometimes find her sitting cross legged in some impossible place. She would be in all kinds of different locations: outside on the wall overlooking the injured, sitting snugly in the library, under a tree in the garden. She even took her supplies with her on her journeys outside of Skyhold. He would wonder if she would draw any dragons and giants…and then shudder at how she could even find the opportunity to portray the beasts.

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I am a forty year old mother of two. I have a pair of degrees from a reasonably well-respected university. I am sometimes almost a mature, responsible, well-adjusted human being.

But tonight I am laying here in bed, on the cusp of an emotional breakdown (the good kind, I suppose) over a damn television show.

I honestly think this was the last episode. Maybe someday they’ll do a one-off special when the boys are on up in their years a bit. Maybe. But the symmetry of tonight’s episode compels me to believe that this was intended to be the extraordinary bookend on a truly exquisite series. Where else can they go from here? Sherlock was always described cleverly as “not a detective show, but a show about a detective.” And I believe our detective has reached his zenith. Sherlock has come to the end of his character arc. To attempt to go beyond this point would be superfluous, I think, and detract from the journey we’ve taken with him thus far.

Our boy has come a long way from “Caring is not an advantage.” He has a life full of friends and family - people who love him and people he loves. The list isn’t short. And I think what we saw tonight was the last of his emotional barriers coming crashing down around him - the climax, as it were, of his story.

I admit, I’ve always shipped Sherlolly (there are well over 150,000 words on the subject under my name on fanfiction sites as proof), but shipper goggles aside, I still truly believe that Sherlock meant it when he told Molly that he loved her - well, the second time, anyway:) The realization took him by surprise, certainly, but it was real. Sherlock Holmes is not only capable of love, he *does* love.

At its heart, the show has always been about Sherlock being in or falling in love. Filial/paternal with his parents, Mycroft and, lately, Eurus. Fraternal with John, Lestrade et al, and romantic with Irene Adler and then, my sweet Molly, who sees him, loves him in return and *matters*.

I didn’t need to see them ride off into the sunset together. The show runners gave me enough. They gave me Molly’s smile.

Sorry. I just have an absurd number of feelings running through me right now and nowhere else to vent them. I have been absurdly crying on and off as I’ve been writing this.

God, how I’ve loved this show. What an amazing ride.

The Vampire Diaries- "It's a story of Elena falling in love with Damon to the same extent that she is in love with Stefan" - L.J. Smith

“It’s a story of Elena falling in love with Damon to the same extent that she is in love with Stefan”——- 

This is something we have to remember. It’s not about whether she loves Stefan or Damon. She loves them both and we’ve watched two individual love stories. The difference is how she loved them and how her relationship with one and being in love with them affected her life and who she is for each. It’s the journey and growth of her character in the end. That right there is what makes this ridiculous and confusing show bearable for me. 

When growing up we all go through this. We explore, we lose ourselves, dive into our desires, test the waters, and we grow but only from that, do we truly know and find out who we are and what we want. I can understand that, and after that, it makes it more believable to me that Elena truly knows who she wants and who she is. 

We’ve all seen Elena change and last week I was thinking that it wasn’t just that she changed, it started to seem like she is who she is depending on who she is with. This confirmed in my head that we are still going through that life transition of her finding out who she is. And to be honest 6x02 felt like the third point of the triangle, closure for delena. She fell in love with Stefan, and then she fell in love with Damon and now moving forward will be about her finding herself, her journey back to who ever her core really is and who ever that core really loves.

That is why I have no doubt in Stelena. She fell for him instantly, as if it was something deeper than memories and desires, as if it was already apart of her, something eternal. That was the one thing she was always sure of and never doubted, that she loved him. Even in 2x20, when Elena and Stefan were at the top of the mountain talking through her existential crisis, the moments before death when she had to come to terms with where she stood in life, she says, “he doesn’t really know what love is and to be honest I don’t know if I do. I’m seventeen years old. How do I know any of this yet. I know that I love you Stefan, I know thatShe understood that she was too young to supposed to know what love is, and even then, she knew she loved him. She was madly in love with him with out any uncertainty. He is her core, her forever.

I’ve been seeing this floating around a lot, and for good reason; it’s thee declaration to the fundaments of their relationship and their love.

"Elena could not and would not separate from Stefan” (With out some supernatural force)

“I didn’t feel comfortable letting her let go of what is pure in her heart, which is StefanMay I repeat: which is Stefan.

That is soo meaningful and that kind of love is ‘Epic’. And True. True Love. 

I never could understand why anyone would want that kind of love jeopardized, tarnished, or discredited.. As a fan of the show, crazy about Damon or not, why would you want to ruin that? Don’t get me wrong, I get the appeal of Damon Salvatore, the sexy, exciting, dangerous bad ass. I get the appeal of Delena: Elena being allured to his darkness. That’s the 1st point of their love story. Again with the quote from above, ”I didn’t feel comfortable letting her let go of what is pure in her heart, which is Stefan, to explore the darker sides of her impulsesOnce again, EXPLOREThis is part of her transition process I explained above, her exploration in life to find out who she is and what she really wants. As exciting and dimensional this chapter might be, it really is just a stepping stone to her true self, a rightful passage. 

Julie Plec once responded to a Stelena shipper on twitter about something. She said something along the lines of this, ”You must have never fell for the bad boy. It’s confusing and it hurts.“ Their relationship is a life lesson. Something we all go through. At the same time, for once she was able to be selfish, let loose, lose her self, part of the exploration process before growth. He allowed her to explore her darker impulses, which she needed. And she succeeded in this; this relationship served it’s purpose, the ending, the closure to it’s story.

The second point to their love story is that Damon needed to be loved. It wasn’t truly about Elena and Damon being in love together. Damon seen how compassionate she was and seen what her and Stefan had; he knew she was capable of giving that to him and needed that more than anything, to be loved, in order to finally be complete in life, in order to fill that dark deep hole in him to finally grow and be his own person. And with this also, it was succeeded; this relationship served it’s purpose, the ending. At the end of 5x22, "Damon finally had what he wanted in life. He was happy.” The closure to it’s story. 

Their love has always come from selfishness and what they gain from eachother. Elena needed him to be able to peek into the dark, needed things to be about her for once without worrying about others or doing the right thing, and from her, he was able to be loved, for once. 

Their 4x23 scene said everything about what going into that relationship meant to them 

Damon: I wanted to apologize…

Elena: Good.

Damon: Let me finish. I said I wanted to. And then I realized, I’m not sorry.

Elena: You would rather die than be human, and you expect me to be okay with that?

Damon: I didn’t say you were supposed to be okay with it, I just said I’m not sorry. But you know what I really am? Selfish, because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I would rather have died than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you, only to lose you when I’m too old and sick and miserable and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now than spend my last final years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was, because that's who I am, Elena, and I’m not gonna change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you.

Elena: Fine, then I’m not sorry either. I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything, that in death you’re the one that made me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person, you’ve made all the wrong choices, and of all the choices that I’ve made this will prove to be the worst one. But I am not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon.

So pretty much what was said 

Damon: I’m not sorry I destroyed your life because I want what I want. This is about my needs. End of story.

Elena: I’m not sorry about the good things you did for me or the bad. I’m not sorry that everything is wrong and that this is a bad decision because I want what I want. I want to be free from caring about what is wrong and right. 

lol i really am trying not to be an asshole, but the majority of their declarations make me laugh because the writing and parallels are showing just how shallow this relationship is… It’s like the little puddles you step through to get to the street.

Anyway, It’s incredibly enticing when someone will be selfish for you, always choose you, you over everything, when they are obsessed with you. You. You. You. I’ve fallen for guys that were obsessed with me, simply because of that; It made me feel good because it was all about me. It really had nothing to do with him or us. And it’s not really right to want to be with someone because of your selfishness. “He makes me feel free.” because there is no fundaments to their relationship as long as he has her, anything goes. No one is challenging her to be a better person or to find strength in doing the right things by other people and by herself but in elena’s selfish and exploring phase she lets herself relish this. In damon’s side we know that he gets what he wants at any cost, any cost of hers as long as she’s alive so he don’t have to live without her. It’s not about being in love, again, it’s about him being loved.

In 2x20 Damon doesn’t want to lose her. He is hell bent against her decision. 

Elena: It’s my life, Damon. My choice

Damon: I can’t lose you

Even though it goes against everything she wants, he forces blood down her throat so he don’t lose her at her cost. To him, it’s obviously not about her life, her choices and dreams, it’s about his.

Later at the top of the hill with Stefan, Elena says, “But he did this to me, Stefan, which means he doesn’t really know what love is.” Because real love is not about gain, and being selfish; it’s not a one sided thing. It’s a very mutual understanding of each other and caring of each other. You fall in love with people for who they are but then real deep love you fall in love with the way you love each other, it opens yourself up completely. You feel 100% safe because the way you’re loved and everything in you is understood, like looking in a mirror. You don’t have to worry about the constant struggle of his needs against yours, or your family and friends safety because he only thinks of you or because you guys have a big disagreement. Don’t get me wrong, no relationship is perfect but it can be more workable if it’s two of you in it together for each other.

Even past all that, I don’t think Delena will ever leave a pleasant taste in the general audience’s mouth. As general viewer, and not a crazed fan of damon, I don’t think you can ever feel him transcend fully to redemption as long as he’s still reeking the benefits of his betrayal to his brother. He destroyed his brothers life by taking away the very thing that made him whole. The beautiful love he shared was snatched out from under him. And believe me, we want his true redemption; we want to like him, but that pit still lingering there makes it hard, absolutely even if you don’t 'ship’ Stelena. It’s the principal. And the other thing is, we’ve always known he was madly in love with katherine. He was always begging to be loved, and we know this with Elena too. But now that he has finally experienced this and no longer 'needs’ to be loved, it would be really rewarding for him to find someone he can fall in love because he fell in love and not because he needed to. With someone he fell in love with on their own, he would be with someone that is actually for him. True love. And again, we do want these things. (I am seriously routing for this Bamon thing)

So with all the transitions of their journey a side, Elena and Stefan represented so much. Beauty, pure love, friendship, hope, unshakable power couple fighting for their friends and the better of this world and fighting outside influences to stay together. It was powerful. And they were young lovers. They were coined soul mates from the very beginning and even sense this we have been shown parallels and given dialogue that tells you they are the same person. That they are two sides to the same coin. That they belong together. Imagine how beautiful it will be if after all these horrendous life events and obstacles that has made them lost, they find their way back to each other. Like a magnet. Like gravity. ;)

No matter what, I will always be able to see the unearthy power in them that most people in life are not lucky enough to experience or understand. 

No matter what it will always be Stelena

Crazy or not that kinda love never dies.

Why last night’s ep turned me into a Poor Unfortunate Soul

I’m really disappointed today.  Mostly because I wasn’t aware the Queens of Darkness would be reduced from three down to two, but also because, once again, this show falls back on the same disturbing habits they’ve developed.  So, you know, every time there’s a PoC on the show I worry – and with good reason.  In the end, the show doesn’t give a shit about its own product and CERTAINLY doesn’t care about how some really horrifying trends are perceived.

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Examining The Fandom Fallout/Backlash Over Felicity’s New BF

Since SDCC 2016, there has been a ripple of discontent within the Olicity fandom at the spoiler that Felicity was going to have a hot new boyfriend right from the beginning of S5. Some people genuinely lost their heads over the idea; other people were like, “No skin off my back.”

I’m kind of in the middle. I am not in love with the idea because we’ve been here before. But I understand the idea and what it’s supposed to do—and try to remain cautiously optimistic that it will be handled well. But I’m also not prepared to wage war from the start simply because the season hasn’t aired yet. There is very little we do know about this season—and much of it I have to admit doesn’t have me all that enthused. So I’m actually working on keeping my expectations in check.  

I didn’t have any watching seasons 1 and 2. But I developed them going into S3—and I truly believe it had to do with residual upset over the “I love you” fake out of 2x23. Not that the sentiment wasn’t real but that the moment wasn’t authentic; a fabrication for the show—exactly like their “wedding” in S4. And their first date in S3. I felt taken advantage of. I know Oliver meant the “I love you” but I was bitter about how it played out and I felt like the writers owed us for playing with our feelings that way.

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Then we saw the kiss and the fandom flipped out.

But that was another fake-out because it was a really a good-bye shaped “I love you.”

And thus began the disaster of S3. I already dealt with that in this meta and I left no stone unturned as I examined that season top to bottom as to where it went wrong. The short of it is: Practically everywhere.

One such disaster was the character of Ray Palmer and Felicity’s relationship with him. She propped his character up, at the sake of her own agency. My issue with Ray Palmer isn’t that he was a roadblock to Olicity but that he existed to be a roadblock to them and thus everything about his characterization was scattered everywhere. Whatever the story required was whatever Palmer became for that episode—and everything to do with Raylicity was always, always reactionary to whatever was happening or not happening with Olicity. So I didn’t like him. Forget Oliver; he’s just not someone that I would ever want my Felicity to be with. He didn’t really respect her. He used her to his own ends. He valued her opinions insofar as they lined up with his and then she was untrustworthy like in 3x17. Not to mention that he stalked her. So when they say New BF is not like Palmer—good. The only way was up. Unless they paired her up with Malcolm Merlyn, which could explain all those kisses at SDCC.

The writers wanted us to like Ray. Most of us didn’t. And we still don’t. When I watch LOT, he is not remotely engaging. It’s like watching a wet noodle or something. He’s just…blah. And he sways between supposedly being a genius but then he’s also an idiot and it’s not in a loveable way.

Now the writers want us to like Felicity’s new boyfriend and root for him. The statement was vague—it can be taken as just as a character on his own or as Felicity’s boyfriend or both. But if the writers ever think I’m going to root for someone other than my son Oliver with Felicity they truly have no concept as to what an OTP is.

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I’m not shipping all the ships here. I’m on the SS Olicity and I will go down with my ship. I will not bail over the side and swim onto the next damn boat that comes by simply because it looks pretty—or you know, floats. I will be the band that plays as the Titanic goes down.

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