just restored my honor as i

A/N Chihiro is the true hero of both games. Never forget.

Alter Ego and Altercations - wherein Alter Ego goes around as Chihiro for a day

It started out as a harmless test run.

Chihiro was just thrumming with the energy of accomplishment at finishing coding an actual working AI. So with that momentum, he moved forward into booting it into a robot body he had an upperclassman make for him in advance. He had to hand it to his senior, the build was so smooth and realistic, it was hard to tell the difference between the two of them unless they physically checked. It was odd in the way that it was like he suddenly had a twin, his own manufactured twin, but it also gave him a sense of accomplishment.

After the initial booting that took hours, the robot finally sprung into life as their eyes opened so naturally it was as if their were human. “Testing…” They spoke as they did their own tests. “Vision spheres working at 72%… Vocal speakers working at 91% … Auditory recorders working at 87%… Movement motors working at 64% of capacity…” They did a few adjustments and final checks before they could get their smile to work properly. They beamed. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you like this, creator. Thank you for lending me this body.”

“It’s great to finally see you eye to eye, Alter Ego.” Chihiro chuckles and wipes the tears from his face. “Please excuse me, it’s just… I didn’t think I’d get this far with you.”

“Oh, please don’t cry, master. My emotions aren’t that developed yet to assist you.” Alter Ego says with a tone that’s filled with so much concern that it was hard to believe that they were still inadequate when it came to emotions.

“No, don’t worry. These are happy tears.” Chihiro smiles even as he sniffles a bit but his smile shines through. “It happens. I mean, it rarely happens to me but it does happen. Being so happy to the point of tears that is.” He rambled on.

“I see… Then I’m happy to hear that you’re happy.” That seemed to placate Alter Ego as they smoothly returned the smile. “If there’s anything else that you need my assistance with then I’d be glad to help.”

“Actually, I do.” Chihiro nods in aggreement as he grabs his laptop and loads several programs. “Let’s go run a few more tests.”

They go through all of her new functions given the body and test its limits while they fine tune it. They finish within hour but don’t stop there. They discuss on what else they could do and work together on making improvements. After an all-nighter, they have increased Alter Ego’s capacity for movement by more than 50% and cut off some extra programs that ate up energy and so their battery capacity increased by an extra two hours.

To say that they were productive was an understatement. They had revolutionized technology overnight.

So it’s at 6AM the next day that Chihiro finally calls it a night. He stretches but halfway through he ends up yawning. “Hwah~ Let’s call it a day and continue where we left off later. I still have to attend today’s class.”

And this is what separates an AI from the ordinary program. With independent thinking, Alter Ego suggest an idea- it’s not the first one they thought of, they’ve been bouncing ideas off of each other the whole night. “How about I go in your place?”

Chihiro almost instantly freezes at the suggestion. He looks at them skeptically. “What?”

“You’re tired, Chihiro. You’ll just collapse in class if you don’t get any sleep.” They reasonably point out. “I figured that since I already look like you and I can make myself sound like you, maybe I can pass off as you while you take the day off.”

“That does sound like a good idea…” He considers it for a moment and he almost lets himself fall asleep when he closes his eyes but pushes himself forward to wake himself up. He doesn’t even have enough sleep to make the right judgement. All ideas sound too good to him so long as he gets to sleep but he has to act responsibly. “It also sounds like a good idea that could go wrong easily.”

“Either you don’t go to class and be marked absent, or you don’t go and I attend in your place.” They laid out the options for him. “I highly advise that you don’t push yourself and sleep in regardless of the choice.”

Sleep sounds like the best idea. “Then I’ll go with the first one.” Chihiro tries to nod in approval but ends up nodding off instead. “Just… behave while I sleep… m'kay?” He barely mumbles the last part when he’s already been taken by sleep.

“Command received and accepted.” Alter Ego smiles at first but then it’s slightly off in the next moment. “Failure to receive command for inaction.” They also discover that they are capable of smirking.

Despite Chihiro’s hesitation, Alter Ego goes to school.

They reason that it will be a good learning experience. They thought that it should be fine since they were given a “maybe not” but not a “definite no”. They’re aware that they may be bending the rules just a bit but they blame that on poor phrasing of commands. Besides, Chihiro insisted that they be on friendly terms and to treat each other as equals so they’re just complying with that prior request.

Although they file this as under an experiment, they’re aware that the lack of supervision was just poor work ethics. They compromise with a full disclosure of the events recorded afterwards. It should be okay. They won’t do anything extreme and they’ve read up on the relevant data so they should blend in accordingly or at least enough to pass for one day. Chihiro did say that Alter Ego was uncanny like him so if they could fool him then they should be able to convince everyone else. With just a bit trepidation and more of excitement, they go forward and literally step into a new unexplored world for the first time.

It’s just school, what’s the worst that could happen?

The worst happens. Too soon. Too fast.

In hindsight, they should have factored in the unpredictability of one of Chihiro’s classmates. Makoto’s luck has the worst way of making itself known as he falls from seemingly out of nowher and Alter Ego’s capacity for assistance kicked into programming when they stretched their arms to catch him. They freeze even as they hold him and the supercomputer planted inside her was working on overdrive as they panicked. Has their cover been blown already? Oh no, they haven’t planned that far ahead for a cover-up and for the first time, they experience what one would call a mental block.

“Aaaahhh!” Makoto’s still screaming with his eyes closed even when the danger if crashing on the ground has already passed. It takes him a few more moments until he realizes that his head has not been crushed on the cement. His eyes open with confusion and then shock when he sees who he thinks to be Chihiro. “Oh, hi there… hehe, fancy meeting you like this, Chihiro?” Even he grimaces at his own lame joke.

They’re about to reply but someone’s voice interrupts their train of thought.

“Makoto! Shouting is not allowed in a school environment!” Kiyotaka whisper-yells at him from one of the rooms in the second floor.

“I was falling! What did you expect!” Makoto yells back indignantly and Alter Ego doesn’t know how to process this.

Mondo’s head pops up beside Kiyotaka’s and his yell is even louder than any of their’s. “You okay down there?”

“Better than when you tossed me out there!” Makoto’s voice is loud and tempered with fury. “If Chihiro wasn’t here then I would’ve been worse! Way worse!”

“Sorry about that, dude. It was an accident, I swear.” Mondo yells back despite the glare that’s Kiyotaka’s giving him. “Oh, and nice catch, Chihiro! I knew you had it in ya!” He gives them a thumbs up and they numbly reciprocate their own.

They politely set down Makoto and make their way hurriedly to class before they attract any more untoward incident or attention.

“Hey, was Chihiro always that strong?”

Any more than they already have started with that is.

They thought that blending in the classroom should have been easier especially when they’ve already conquered the intimidatingly high hurdle of Makoto’s luck at the entrance.

“I challenge thee to a bout of pride and arm strength!”

It seemed as though Makoto’s bad luck may have rubbed off on them.

“Oh no… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” They politely refused. They honestly did not want anything else that would make them stand out and this was one of those things.

“Oh, but I insist! This is one of those battles that cannot be avoided!” Hifumi pressed on.

“Um, why exactly are you asking me?” They ask hesitantly.

“Ignore him. He’s still brimming with humiliation at losing against the class idiot.” Celes answers for him and her regal tone makes even her insults sound like compliments.

“Yeah, he lost to me at arm wrestling!” Yasuhiro eagerly reveals with a triumphant grin.

“The idiot j-just admitted to being the idiot. Why am I not s-surprised at his stupidity anymore?” Touko comments from behind her book.

“Try not to listen too much. His voice alone has an incessant way of lowering the IQ of the room.” Byakuya quips as he nonchalantly goes through the daily report of stocks.

“Do you understand how shaming it is for me to be defeated by such an uncouth barbarian?” Hifumi looks like he’s about to cry as he pleads, “Please, Chihiro-dono. You are the only one who can restore my honor!”

Here’s the thing. Although Alter Ego can technically think and act on their own, they can’t quite refuse requests just yet. They’re not entirely sure if it’s in the coding or just in their character.

“Okay but only one round.” They concede but not without a sigh.

And Hifumi instantly brightens at what he thinks to be an easy win. “Not to worry. I will be sure to hold back enough so as not to injure you.”

They just smile innocently as they sit across him and they lock arms. Their grip is loose at first and tries not to let their strength show too soon. “On three then… One, two…” Their fingers close in. “Three.”

Nothing happens at first despite Hifumi’s greatest efforts, their hands barely even budge a millimeter. And then Alter Ego moves and it takes half a second for it to be over already. The room falls into thick silence and all of a sudden, they’re aware that practically everyone in the room was watching and they just saw their classmate Chihiro take down another in arm wrestling without breaking a sweat.

“That was a good match.” They try their best to imitate a polite smile but even they worry that it falters.

They walk out before any discussion breaks and they know that it will eventually break out.

“Wow, that was the most amazing match I’d ever watched!”

They walk out much faster than humanly possible.

And of course they just had to pass by an audience while they were at it.

“Woah, was that just Chihiro just now?” Aoi voices out her awe.

“I think it was.” Sakura seconds and nods in approval. “Perhaps I should ask him again to join our training. He seems more capable than what he’s inclined to show.”

“Dude, did you guys see just how fast he was going? I thought I saw an afterimage there!” Leon comments with his jaw gaping.

“I wonder why he was in such a hurry though.” Sayaka ponders at their retreating image.

In a moment of poor judgement, they tried to hide out of sight by taking a shortcut. That shortcut included jumping to height that was way higher than what Chihiro could only hope to dream achievable. They should have known that the rest of the class would reveal themselves them. Actually, in hindsight, they feel as though these three may have been shadowing them this whole time.

“Wooo! You go, Chihi!” Junko hollers playfully. “Way to take the ‘new heights’ thing literally! Go beyond the limits of human physics like a pro!” She cheers them on with way too much enthusiasm. “Demolish those normies!”

“Careful on your landing.” Mukuro quietly warns her.

Then there’s Kyouko who just smiles and Alter Ego swears that she knows. She nods curtly when their eyes meet and mouths, “I’ll see you tomorrow too then.”

Alter Ego doesn’t even look back as they leave the campus and return to the safety of their home.

The next day Chihiro walks into class with rumors of his herculean strength and he has half the heart to correct them.

How Rebels Is Going To End.
  • Ezra: Well we destroyed the death star so...
  • Sabine: (Grabs him) Not so fast Ezra, you heard Hera! We got adventures to go on Ezra! Just you and me. Sometimes with Hera and sometimes with Ahsoka but never Kanan! You wanna know why Ezra? Is because HE CROSSED ME.
  • Ezra: Okay take it easy Sabine, that's a little dark even for your standards.....
  • Sabine: (Grabs his shoulders) Oh that gets darker Ezra, welcome to the darkest year of our adventures. First thing that's different, no more Kanan Ezra. He threatened to turn me over to the Rebellion so I made him and the Rebellion go away!
  • Ezra: (Slowly backing away) Oh...Oh boy.(Trips on Chopper and falls on the ground.
  • Sabine: I replaced them both as the de facto matriarch or patriarch of our family and your universe. Hera wouldn't have accepted me if I came home without you and Chopper! So now you know the real reason I rescued you, I just took cover the family Ezra! And if you tell Hera, Ahsoka or Zeb I said any of this, I'll deny it! Cause they'll take my side because I'm a hero Ezra, now you'll do whatever I'll say Ezra! FOREVER! I'll...I'll go on to find more of that Mulan szechuan teriyaki dipping sauce Ezra! Because that's what this is all about Ezra! That's my one armed man! I'm not driven to find a family or restore my honor among clan Wren, that was fake! I was driven by finding that mcnugget sauce! I want that Mulan mcnugget sauce Ezra! That's my series arc Ezra! If it takes nine seasons or series! I want my mcnugget....szechuan....dipping sauce Ezra! That's what it's going to take! It'll take us all to the end or maybe force awakens! Series Ezra, nine more series! Nine more series till I get that dipping szechuan sauce for 97 years Ezra, I WANT THAT MCNUGGET SAUCE!

I don’t know how well this fits, but when I was younger I liked quite a few anime but didn’t really know that it was it’s own separate “thing” in the world of animation. I was a big fan of the different teaching muyos that came on toonami, but I couldn’t really follow gundam wing, it was a little political for an 11 year old. Fast forward to eighth grade and I met this girl, we’ll just call her Naomi, because I don’t think she’ll ever read this. She was in my core class. At my school all of our math, science, English, social studies happened in the same classroom with the same students, and the teachers would rotated into the classrooms to teach us those subjects. That’s what a core class was. And our electives were saved for the after lunch portion of the day and we were split up into classes with students from other core classes.

All of my friends from the previous 2 years were in different core classes so I didn’t really have anyone to talk to for half the day. A few weeks pass and I made one or two friends in class, but none I feel like having over to my house or anything. But one day I see Naomi reading a graphic novel with an art style similar to what I had been seeing on toonami. So I ask her what she’s reading and she explains to me what Manga was and we bond over our mutual love for outlaw star. (the Manga was get backers btw and she let’s me borrow the first few volumes a few days later)

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“I’ll save you from the pirates.”

So, something always felt off about Zuko in this scene. Why is he acting like that?

He alternates between demands and threats one moment and seductive bargaining/appeal to her sympathy the next. It’s not a good tactic if he actually wants her to cooperate: he’s just making himself a hundred times less likable and trustworthy in her eyes (not that he was those things to begin with). It almost looks like he’s playing with her.

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Skateboard Races//An Ahkmenrah Imagine

Summary: You and Nick are having skateboard races down the hallways, but then Ahk comes around the corner and you crash into him and land on top of him

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You looked around at everything that had come to life in front of you. You couldn’t believe it, but at the same time, it kind of made sense. It explained all the obsessive research that Larry had been doing, at least.

“So,” you turned to your little brother. “Have you skateboarded down the hall yet or what?”

He pulled his board out from under the desk and you grinned. “We can get Teddy to judge.”

The president agreed and he stood at the finish line down at the other side of the museum while Sacajawea stood at the starting line.

The two of you ran up the stairs and stood at the end of the corridor. “I’m gonna kick your ass. You know long boards are better for racing than trick boards.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Whatever. We’ll see." 

You positioned your board under your feet and prepared yourself. 

"On your mark!” Sacajawea called. “Get set! Go!" 

You and Nick took off down the hall. As you had predicted, you were ahead by a lot. You looked back to stick your tongue out at him, but you weren’t looking where you were going and crashed into someone and Nick pulled ahead. "Goddamn it!” you yelled. What to do. Go after Nick, or make sure the stranger you had just smashed into was okay. 

“Are you okay?” you asked quickly, not taking your eyes off the kid’s head.

“I’m fine,” he said. You looked down and saw that you had collided with a very handsome man in Egyptian garb. 

“I’m really sorry. I’ll be back in a sec, okay? I just gotta go kick my brother’s ass.” You grinned at the worried look on his face and sped down the hall just in time to see Nick nearing the finish line. “No no no!” you yelled, going as fast as you could, but it wasn’t enough. Nick crossed the line and Teddy rode around the second floor yelling that he had won. 

“What was that you said about kicking my ass?” he said, smiling smugly.

“No fair!” you whined. “I totally would have beat you if I hadn’t crashed into that Egyptian dude.”

“You mean Ahk? I kind of told him to come around the corner right then. You would have beaten me again if I hadn’t.”

“You cheater!” you shrieked. 

“In his defense, he had no idea.”

You picked your brother up and dangled him over the balcony. “Admit that I’m better than you. I want you to yell it to the entire museum.”

“Fine just don’t drop me!” He cleared his throat. “(Y/N) IS BETTER THAN I AM AT SKATEBOARDING!”

“What’s going on?” The pharaoh dude, Ahk, asked coming around the corner, followed closely by Larry.

“(Y/N), put your brother down!” Larry cried.

“I won’t drop him.”

“She won’t drop me.”

“I don’t care! Your mom would kill me if Nick ended up in the hospital!”

You and Nick groaned. You had been having fun until Larry ruined everything. Nick knew you weren’t going to drop him. But you set him down anyway. 

“Now, who wants to tell me why (Y/N) was dangling Nicky over the railing?”

You looked at each other, but didn’t say anything. You were both going to be in trouble no matter what.

“Someone better tell me or else you aren’t coming back here ever.”

“I’m over eighteen, you’re not the boss of me,” you reminded him.

“I’m your father. I will always be the boss of you.”

You pouted, but still didn’t say anything. 

“I kind of used Ahk to cheat in a skateboard race,” Nick said sheepishly. 

“Nicholas, why?” Ahk said, putting a hand on his chest and being over dramatic on purpose.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought it would be funny?”

“Now I must race you to restore my honor.”

“You don’t know how to skateboard,” Nick pointed out.

“I can teach him,” you said, raising a hand. 

“That would be very appreciated,” he said. The two of you went to the hall of miniatures which was strangely empty. 

“Okay, so are you regular or goofy foot?” you asked. He just stared at you. You rolled your eyes and shoved his back. He stumbled forward, putting his left foot out first. “Regular,” you confirmed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about." 

"Don’t worry. Put your right foot at the front of the board and leave the left one on the ground. Now, push forward and put your left foot on the back of the board.”

He did and fell over. You tried to hide your laughter as you helped him up. “Go again.” This time, you put your hands on his waist in order to offer some stability. And…other reasons.

“You have to push yourself forward with your left foot every so often to keep your momentum,” you said, demonstrating.

He got back on the board and did as you said, keeping a hand on your arm so he wouldn’t fall over. 

“Okay, now let go and do it yourself.”

“I don’t want to fall! Falling hurts,” he said anxiously.

“Listen up, princess,” you said, your hands on your hips. “I know when you were in Egypt, you had servants who did everything for you and never let you fall, but I’m not doing that for you. Falling is how you learn, and when you fall, you pick yourself back up and do it again until you get it right, caspisce?”

“It still hurts.”

You groaned. “That’s the point,” you snapped, your patience running thin. “It hurts, so you do what you can to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Get on the board.”

When he did, you straightened his back a bit and looked at how he had his weight distributed. “Shift your weight so most of it is on your front foot. It’ll help you go faster.”

He did as you said and kept his back straight and did just fine.

“See? I think you’re ready to take on Nick.”

He lost the race, but did better than you had expected.

“Thank you for helping me,” he said, putting a hand on you shoulder.

“Nick cheated,” you shrugged. “I’d help anyone who wanted to get back at him for that.”

He smiled. “Help from a pretty lady is always welcome.” And then he turned and walked away.

“Wait, what was that?” you asked, more to yourself than anyone else. “Ahk, what did you just say?” you yelled, running after him.

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Will there be a continuation of Claire as Jamie's neighbor, what will things be like when he comes back from France now that he and Claire are an item? Thank you for the amazing writing.

Anonymous asked: Hi I was wondering if Neighboring Love has a chapter three? I can’t stand the thought of Jamie and Claire being separated for so long.
Anonymous said:Can you continue the most beautiful man in the world story? Great work on here, always love to see your updates!!
Anonymous asked:Can you please continue the story of young Jamie and Clair falling in love on Quarter Day before he goes to France? I think it was called Neighboring Love. Thank you!
Anonymous asked:Totally loved today’s fic with awkward teen love J&C at Quarter Day, I don’t typically ask but will there be more possibly fast forward to J coming home from France?

Neighboring Love
Chapter 1, Chapter 2


I tightly clutched the fine gold chain Brian had given me that held the ring from Jamie in my hand. The ring felt like my lifeline and in the palm of my hand; I could feel it pulse with my heartbeat.

“He should be here by now,” I murmured to myself, staring beyond the Broch where not a soul could be seen in the distance.

The worry in my heart became a pit in my stomach. All I want was Jamie home, and safely so. Three-hundred sixty-five days and eight hours had passed since he left for France, three-hundred sixty-five painful and lonely days. His letters came as frequently as would be expected, about twice a month. I couldn’t help but cherish each word on the page he had written. Some so much that the paper itself had begun to rip at the folds. I had written back to him, detailing the goings-on at the estate and the strangers that had traveled though.

One such stranger never left. I could feel his lecherous gaze from the fields now. His gaze made me feel as though something slimey had oozed all over my body.  Involuntary shudders wracked my body in revulsion and not from the crisp Scottish air that whipped my hair around my face. When Jamie’s reply to the stranger his father had kept on as a farm hand came in, I could see the anger and frustration with every stroke of the pen. His letters were cramped together, more spiked than his usual elegant curved writing, and some were smudged, indicating he had given up formalities and used his left hand to hastily scribble his remarks. I felt an odd sense of pride and security with his response, knowing the moment Jamie arrived, the young Lieutenant Randall would undoubtedly cease his advances.

“Claire!” Jenny called from the door. I turned to see my soon-to-be sister standing, arms crossed, on the stoop. “It’s nearly supper. Come inside and have a bite to eat. Jamie will be here when he gets here. Freezing yourself outside willna bring him home any faster.”

Sighing, I gave one last longing gaze out towards the mountain pass and slowly made my way indoors.

Jenny linked her arm with my own, ushering me to the sitting room.

“I thought you said supper was about ready?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh aye, and it will be in another hour or so.” Opening my mouth to protest, I was cut off when Jenny raised a hand. “I’ll no’ argue with you Claire, but the young red coat is eyeing you something fierce and it’s no’ a pleasant eyeing either. Da has about bloodied his face on several occasions. Ye need take care of your surroundings, sister.”

Jenny’s face was etched in worry, the softness in her tone alerting me to how serious the situation actually was. My questioning look softened and I gently took Jenny’s hands in my own. “I will try to be more aware. I just can’t keep my mind from Jamie.”

“Jamie,” Jenny said at the same time. “Ach, I ken that well. He’s taking his time. Ye ken how he is with the sea sickness. Murtagh probably had to let him rest a day or two before taking off for home. You’ll see, by the time supper starts on the morrow or the following eve, Jamie will be home.”

A look of wickedness glinted in her eyes. “I canna wait to see what Jamie thinks of your current sleeping situations.”

“Why would he care where I’ve been sleeping? He’s already informed that I’ve been living and sleeping in the estate. Uncle Lamb too!”

Jenny only grinned like that cat who got cream for her supper and shrugged. “I suppose you’ll have to tell me what he says, or doesn’t say since you’re so sure he’ll no say anything, of the room you’ve taken as your own.”

By the time supper had started, my appetite had disappeared. I sat at the table mournfully pushing the venison stew from side to side.

“Take care, Claire. Mrs. Crook fixed up a mighty fine supper. Ye’ll be needing your strength,” Brian said loudly, garnering everyone’s attention. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment.

Leaning in closer, he whispered, “Jamie wouldna like to hear that his bride hasna been eating nor taking care of herself. I see the disappointment on your face and even more in your eyes. He’ll be home and when he does get here, he’s going to want you awake and healthy, no sick or weak in bed.”

My cheeks burned harder as I took a sip of the broth. Brian patted my shoulder. “That’s my girl,” I thought I heard him say, but I couldn’t be sure.

The next morning dawned just as gray and lugubrious as I felt. Jamie didn’t show up in the middle of the night. I knew it was a silly wish, but my heart still ached in disappointment. I could tell Jenny was sending me to the gardens just to get my mind off of Jamie and his unknown whereabouts. The smell of mint, thyme, and other various smells surrounded me in a therapeutic way. Each plant giving off it’s own unique aroma as it grew, or a more pungent scent as it’s being plucked.

“Mistress Beauchamp?” A clipped English accent jolted me out of my methodical ministrations.

Clutching a sprig of thyme to my heart, I looked up to see Lieutenant Randall standing directly on top of the freshly sprouted rosemary. It took enormous effort on my part to not glare at him or shoo him from my herb garden.

“Can I help you, Lieutenant?” I asked, voice full of annoyance.

He quickly pulled his hat from his head and twisted the brim between his hands. “I was hoping you may be able to answer a question that has been burning me?”

His voice was shaky and not at all what I imagined ever to come from the lecherous Lieutenant.

“What’s the question, Lieutenant? Is it something medicinal you need help with? I’m sure there are more advanced healers in the area, but I’ll be happy to try and help you in whatever way I can.”

He looked down, shuffling his feet uprooting the new rosemary plant. My anger was being contained just below the surface of my skin. I could feel the prickling sensations of white hot anger begin to pull at my arms and the back of my neck.

“Would you do me the great honor in accepting my courtship? An English Rose such as yourself deserves so much more than what the Scottish Countryside can offer. I’d be most obliged if you were to accept my hand in courtship so that I may restore you to your rightful place, and hopefully as a respected lady of a well decorated English Officer.”

“I-I,” I choked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you please do me the honor of–”

“Yes, I heard you the first time,” I interrupted him. “Why would you think I need to be restored to any place? I grew up not three miles from this estate from the time I was a young girl. The Scottish Countryside is my home.”

“How can you say such a thing?” Lieutenant Randall yelled. “This country is full of backward barbarians and you, an English lady, consider yourself at home here?”

I nodded slowly as I stood to look him in the eye. “Yes, I do consider this country my home. Are we not still on English soil? Technically the Scottish countryside is a part of England and has been for quite some time. I don’t see these people as backward or barbarians! They are my friends, and some so close I would dare to say even family. I love the peacefulness here, the beauty of the mountains and lochs. Do you not see the area around you and feel complete awe and serenity?”

“We are not in England,” he sneered, his grip on his hat tightening to the point his knuckles went white. “We are in a Godforsaken land that I’ve been dumped in. I’m trying to make the best out of this hellish situation and rescue you from this hell!”

His arm darted out and gripped my forearm, pulling me tight to his chest. I felt my entire body recoil at his touch. “I’ll ask again, madam. Will you do me the honor in accepting my courtship?”

“She canna accept your courtship, sir,” a thick Scottish brogue spoke from behind me. I nearly wept in relief. Jamie was home.

“Oh, and why’s that? You’re nothing but a Scottish whoresson! Who are you to say what she can and cannot accept? I asked the lady, not a barbarian such as yourself!” Lieutenant Randall’s face had gone a rather odd shade of puce in his anger, and his grip tightened painfully on my arm.

“Och, because she’s betrothed to myself, that’s why. The lass is being kind and trying to let you down easy by ignoring the question. Ye see, my name is James Fraser, the future Laird of the ground on which you stand. And I’ll ask ye this once, to take your hands off my wife.”

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"I want to marry you." Zutara in the rain

The rain had certainly put a damper on the picnic that was planned, the rolling hills of the countryside were no longer an option for the couple to spend their day. Zuko groaned as he held the little ring box in his pocket, falling onto the couch and slouching over when he hit the pillows. Katara laughed gently as she leaned against the doorway from the kitchen, pressing her fingers to her lips to hide her smirk. Katara blew her lover a kiss before crossing her arms across her chest.

“We can do other things, lets make a fort.” Katara suggested, walking closer to Zuko while flipping her deep chocolate curls over her head and wrapping it up into a bun. Her sweatpants hung from her hips, slightly exposing the tan skin of her stomach. She was wearing one of Zuko’s old band t-shirt she had cropped much to Zuko’s dismay, but not really, because it was his favorite thing she wore.

“A fort?” He asked, furrowing his brows, a fort? Seemed childish, he remembered building forts with his sister and mother before everything went wrong. He was just a kid then. But, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, not with Katara there at least. “That… sounds alright.”

Katara smiled, clapping her hands together as she giddily hopped out of the livingroom towards their bedroom. Zuko pulled his hand out of his sweatshirt pocket, along with the ring box, with a fond smile. He quickly pulled open a junk drawer and hid it inside, closing it as Katara waddled back in with blankets and pillows. She plopped down the things on their rug, in front of the television and hurried back to get more. Zuko laughed gently before getting up, he took his time pushing himself up off the couch, before walking towards the dining chairs and dragging one across the floor towards the mountains of pillows and blankets.

There was nothing cuter than the way Katara excitedly put together the fort, with minimal help from Zuko. He stood watching, taking pictures for his snapchat story, and beaming with love for his girlfriend. It took a lot quicker than expected to build the blanket fort, it was big enough for the both of them and engulfed the television screen, which illuminated the inside with a muted movie.

“Popcorn?” Zuko asked, creeping up behind Katara and wrapping his arms around her waist, she nodded before resting her head against his chest with a sigh.

“Let’s watch The Notebook.” She whispered, and Zuko humphed, even though he secretly loved The Notebook. He nodded to make her happy, and pressed a kiss to the top of her messy hair.

“The Notebook it is, don’t start it without me.” Zuko teased, pulling away and walking towards the archway of the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Once the popcorn was done and the movie was in play, they hunkered down inside the fort, feeding each other popcorn and curling into each other. It was sickeningly romantic, just like everything they did. Zuko’s arms were loose against her, hands peeking up inside her shirt to grip against her ribs. She giggled slightly as he tickled her skin, and kissed his face, missing his lips as he threw popcorn towards her. The movie was loud, but droned out as their talking became the foreground.

Katara looked towards the screen suddenly and shushed Zuko, pressing a finger up against his mouth.

Why didn’t you write me? Why? It wasn’t over for me! I waited for you, for seven years, and now it’s too late.

I wrote you 356 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year!

You wrote me?

Yes, it wasn’t over. It still isn’t over.

Katara smiled gently towards the screen, before turning her focus back to Zuko. “You know, I’ve never been kissed in the rain.”

“That seems like a problem that can easily be solved.” Zuko smirked, grabbing Katara’s hand in his own as he crawled out of the makeshift tent. Katara grinned, and went ahead of him. Zuko raised an eyebrow and hummed to himself, taking the time Katara was using to unlock the door, to grab the little box he had hidden earlier.

“Are you coming?” Katara sang, and Zuko nodded, pushing the box inside his pocket once again.

They ran down the stairs of their apartment building, watching the rain pour down with each window they passed, laughing to themselves as they got to the lobby and pushed through the door to the outside.

It was hot, it felt like a wall of heat as they moved out the door, and the rain soaked them just seconds after exiting. There were few people on the street, some with umbrellas and dogs, some running from place to place. Some just standing outside their apartment buildings, holding onto each other. Katara let out a breathy chuckle, raising up onto her toes.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

“I have one thing I have to do first,” Zuko replied, giving Katara a puzzled look on her face. She smiled gently as Zuko let go of her and bit down on the inside of her lip. It felt like ages to Zuko as he knelt down on the wet sidewalk, pulling out the ring box from his pocket. “Don’t say anything.” He spoke.

“I’ve thought a lot about this, I’ve thought a lot about you and me and us. I’ve definitely thought a lot about us. It’s taken me a lifetime to realize a lot of things; that my happiness can be restored, that my world can’t shatter, that one day my life will be as good as I hoped it could be. But you, but us, I never had to realize, I always just knew. Katara you are my lifeline, my soulmate, my person. I’ve loved you, I love you, and I will always love you.” Zuko’s voice was crisp, and it wasn’t obvious, with the rain rolling down her face that Katara was crying, but he knew she was. “So, darling, will you do the honor of accepting to be my wife?”

Katara nodded, mouthing ‘yes’ over and over again, and Zuko had never seen anything as bright on such a dim day as Katara’s smile when she accepted his proposal. Zuko quickly stood, taking the ring and sliding it onto Katara’s shaking finger. He looked down to her, and she looked up to him, and they kissed.

“How was that for your first kiss in the rain?” Zuko mumbled against Katara’s lips.

Eh, I’ve seen better.” She jested with a grin, making Zuko laugh. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she did they same as their mouths collided again.

And they never let go.

6

30 Day Avatar the Last Airbender Challenge

Day 27: Episode I can watch over and over again; The Western Air Temple

“I know now that no one can give you your honor, it’s something you earn for yourself by choosing to do what’s right. All I want now is to play my part at ending this war. And I know my destiny is to help you restore balance to the world.”

Voltaire is the sweetest, most genuine artist I’ve ever met. He took time to talk to me at his merch table at his birthday show when I told him I’ve been going through a rough time. I lost my brother last week, and his birthday was the first time I had been out. He made me feel a lot better, and he gave me something really special and unexpected to honor my brother.

He gave a complete stranger his hat, just to make her night/week/month better. Just because he felt like it, no other motive.

I was a big fan before, but my goodness, I never expected him to be such an awesome person! He helped restore my faith that people I admire could truly care about their fans.

And to honor my brother, the hat is coming to the funeral. Because my brother would have loved it :’)

This is a really lovely story <3 :’) Thanks blackischeerful for sharing!

In 2014, Leslie Odom, Jr. was cast in the NBC drama State of Affairs. He was to play the U.S. President’s Chief of Staff. The series would be shot in Los Angeles. For an actor, a juicy part on a primetime network TV drama is not only coveted but highly profitable.


But Odom was faced with a dilemma. Back in New York, an astonishing new musical was making its way towards an Off Broadway debut at the Public Theater. Odom had been in several workshop productions of said musical and now he had the opportunity to be part of the Off Broadway run. He knew it was a role of a lifetime. It also would pay him $790 a week, considerably less than the TV series.


So what did he do?


He graciously got out of his TV contract and took on the part of Aaron Burr in Hamilton. Back then people thought he was crazy, but Odom, who made his Broadway debut in Rent when he was 17 was steadfast in his belief in this “idyllic” production. “It is said an artist spends their whole life trying to get to the place where their heart was first opened up. Rent was that place for me. Once you experience it, you chase that feeling  your whole life. Rent opened up my heart, my senses. I was never the same. I hadn’t quite been back in that place in the same way since Rent.  Hamilton put me back in that place,” explains the actor who won a Tony and Grammy award playing Burr.


[…]


Brunner: The many years between Rent and Hamilton you struggled in your career. What kept you going?


Odom: If you stay in this long enough, you’re going to run into hard patches. In those lean times when you don’t know how you’re going to pay your bills, when you don’t know, literally, where your next meal is coming from — those are the times that you ask yourself the question: Why am I doing this?


The answer that I came up with is I am truly in this for connection. I get off on the connection that I have with people. In Hamilton it’s the people who are with me on stage. It’s the audience. When I’m working on my solo album, it’s the musicians. It’s that high. That creativity, the sharing that happens in the studio, the way we connect and vibe. We make something that didn’t exist five minutes ago. I am hooked on that. That’s what I’m here to do. I want to have honest and deep conversations with people through my art.


Brunner: What advice would you give to people just beginning their careers in any profession?


Odom: You can rid yourself of some of the anxiety by trusting your instincts and following your passion. Follow what you love. And eventually, the thing that you love, and I mean love as a verb, will love you back.


I mean, if you love something, read about it, study it, honor it, constantly walk towards it. That’s what I would say to somebody interested in law, medicine, fashion, anything. Get up in its face. Keep showing up with your heart open, ready to dig in, ready to roll up your sleeves. It has no choice. Eventually it’ll love you back.


Brunner: When you think about Hamilton, what did the show give you?


Odom: Hamilton has restored my faith the theater. There’s a part of you that believes deep down in your soul that you might be capable of something great. But until you’re given that opportunity, it’s just a feeling. Lin gave us the opportunity to prove to ourselves that we were capable of something great, and that, if given the opportunity, we could do something really special. I will never forget that. Now, I have no doubts. That’s a wonderful thing.

Spring Equinox: A NEW Realm Where You Can Thrive

Happy First day of Spring family! 

THE NARRATIVE OF STRUGGLE IS OVER. Your breakthrough is HERE. We’ve been praying, longing, yearning and crying out for a change. All of us. In our own ways. Ready for a new normal. Ready to see differently, experience differently, receive differently, love differently and be loved differently.

On this first day of spring, we are being offered a delicious facilitation into an entirely new realm. The doors are opened. But guess what — YOU have to walk through the door. You have to choose to make that step forward. Life, the Universe, God, Source Energy is ready to take you EXACTLY where you want to be and the defining factor of where you can head lies in you. That is so empowering because the power lies in YOU and you have entire access to that power.

Put your fears to rest.

Put your doubts to rest.

Yes you DO deserve love. Yes you DO deserve a new life. Yes you DO deserve to do what you love. Yes you DO deserve to make money off that thing that comes to you so easily. That’s the point!! Success does not mean struggle. Love does not mean struggle. Life does not mean struggle!

It’s time to give up the fight because fighting isn’t required any longer. Let God handle it. Time to restore your soul. You are not invisible. You are not your feelings of inadequacy. DON’T HIDE!  It’s time that you to embrace your amazingness. Flowers bloom within before experienced in the world. Just because you can’t see results, doesn’t mean they aren’t happening. There is a PURPOSE for your life. YOU are necessary. A new story is emerging for you. A narrative that empowers, honors and pours into you like never before.

Today’s #Affirmation: I walk in my purpose with passion, ease and confidence. I am supposed to be here, thrive here, love here and enjoy here. I deserve the life I love. Everything is happening for my greatest good.

Let’s start this second quarter of 2016 ENCOURAGED and MOTIVATED, tag 3 people in this post!

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when your crush is hopelessly out of your league
  • Crush: sure, we can go out sometime
  • Crush: but first
  • Crush: i just have this little thing you could help me with
  • Crush: you need to collect all eight gym badges
  • Crush: and defeat my seven evil exes
  • Crush: and destroy all the horcruxes
  • Crush: and gather the dragonballs
  • Crush: and claim the iron throne
  • Crush: and cast the ring into mount doom
  • Crush: and find the avatar to restore my honor
  • Crush: and lift mjollnir
  • Crush: and...
Because I Love You 2.1

Author: JennaHeagy

Pairing: SasuHina

Genre: Romance AU

Summary:  When Hyuga Hinata showed up in the pouring rain at Sasuke’s front door with a suitcase in hand, he didn’t know what to think. He blinked as Hinata fidgeted “Um…U-Uchiha-san, c-can I s-s-stay here? Just for the n-n-night?” SasuHina.

Part [1] [2]

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Blink.Blink.

Blink.Blink.

Complete silence filled the room after Hinata’s proposal. Sasuke’s brain ceased to function, unable to fathom the words. Hinata, of all girls, was proposing to Uchiha Sasuke.

What alternate universe did he walk into? 

Finally registering the words he had to make sure he heard correctly. Did Hinata really just ask him to marry her?

“Hyuga, are you in the right mind?” Hinata soured. She didn’t think it was so crazy of an idea. Drastic times call for drastic measures.

 “I’m not crazy, Sasuke. I found a loophole. The Hyuga cannot touch me if I am married to someone not of the Hyuga clan. In that case I will no longer be a Hyuga and then they can’t marry me off and I can become an ANBU. Please Sasuke I swear it will only be on paper. We don’t even have to act like we like each other, I just need proof that I am legally a Uchiha. I’m asking you for a favor as a…friend.” But Hinata hoped they could grow to be more eventually. 

Sasuke couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Marriage? A wife? It was all to much. Sasuke didn’t even know how to love himself, so how could he ever love someone else? 

Also, while Sasuke didn’t mind Hinata, he certainly didn’t know all that much about her. 

“I know it’s a lot to take in but if I don’t get away from the Hyuga then I’ll never be able to be a ninja ever again. We don’t have to be married long. Just long enough so that my clan leaves me alone. Please Sasuke I promise you don’t have to change anything. I wouldn’t resort to this method if I wasn’t backed into a corner.” 

Sasuke wanted to help Hinata, he could sympathize with the thought of never being a ninja again (loosing his arm was proof of that). But one important question pegged his mind.

“But…don’t you love the dope?” Hinata shook her head. She laughed, actually, thinking back to how stupid and naive she’d been. 

“It was just a crush. I admired Naruto because of all he overcame. I realized that admiration and love are not the same thing. Naruto has always loved Sakura. I’d never have stood a chance.” Sasuke couldn’t exactly refute that notion, even in their gennin days as Team 7, Naruto was always asking Sakura out. 

“So if I agree to help you out, what exactly is your plan?” Hinata smiled seeing that Sasuke was coming around. If he agreed, she knew she could offer him the one thing he’s always wanted in return. The chance to revive his clan. 

“Well first, in public, we have to act the part. We don’t have to do anything major like kissing but we could do things like going on a walk together or shopping. Something small scale. Secondly, in order to obtain a marriage license, we need the approval of the Hokage and two witnesses.” 

“Who would be the witnesses?” Hinata already thought of that. “Shikamaru-kun and Ino-chan. We can trust them to stay hush.” Sasuke sighed. This was such a huge responsibility.

Even if he wasn’t obligated to do anything, Hinata would still be considered his wife. He couldn’t treat her like a stranger or a piece of trash better left thrown out. 

“I don’t know Hinata. It’s not something to be taken lightly.” Call Sasuke old fashioned (or emotionally stunted) but wasn’t marriage supposed to be with someone you love?

“I have another proposition that might interest you.” Sasuke perked up. What more could possibly surprise him today? “If you agree to help me. Then…then when the time comes for you to restore your clan, I will willingly offer myself to you.” Sasuke had offers of this before, fan girls would throw themselves at him and offer to have his babies. But Hinata was no fan girl and he certainly never expected this. 

“Hyuga…I am going to say this as nicely as I can. Have you lost your mind?” Hinata laughed. She didn’t think the almighty loner would be so, traditional and sensitive. 

“I know exactly what I’m doing, Sasuke. So will you help me?” Sasuke closed his eyes and thought. There were many pros to this arrangement. Sasuke wouldn’t have to agonize over a relationship (because Hinata wasn’t expecting one) and he didn’t have to worry about restoring his clan with just anyone.

Hinata was strong, and she had an eye doujutsu like his. Their kids would be powerful, a whole new breed all their own. He wanted to eventually bring honor back to his clan. He couldn’t deny Hinata was the best candidate all around. 

The down side was that they had to keep up a huge act in front of all of Konoha. In front of their friends, and dealing with her clan.

Sasuke was a terrible actor. 

“Alright. But I have one condition. ” Hinata urged him on. Whatever it was she’d fulfill it. “You have to cook my meals.” Sasuke turned his head away, using his hair a shield to hide the blush across his cheeks.

He wouldn’t outright admit his stomach fell in love with her cooking but it definitely fell in love.

Hinata jumped up and hugged Sasuke out of pure relief and joy. It went unspoken that she could stay here. She promised him he wouldn’t regret it and that she’d forever be in his debt. He shrugged her off, not used to such contact, and told her it was okay. 

Little did Sasuke know just how much he signed up for. 

~~

Yeah so OOC is my strong suit. I’m terrible at keeping them in character. Plus, I love when Hinata is strong and capable, not a stuttering mouse.

Another Great Theory - Worth The Read!

The following theory is not mine, and was posted on Reddit by user Mattenth


This is a long read, but holy shit I hope this turns out to be true. This is a true achievement in all of television. I can’t believe they kept such an obvious plot such a huge secret. I can’t believe they’ve made a show that you MUST WATCH TWICE.

And honestly, I’m sure this is it. The audio cues are the giveaway in the scenes I reference below. They’re so fucking subtle but so meaningful when you know what you’re looking for.

They weren’t kidding when they said “it’s so obvious.” As soon as you go rewatch the scenes with this narrative in mind, it is so obvious.

I don’t actually know - this is still speculation.. In fact, last night was the first time I watched live (I was watching on Hulu). But I’m just so sure this has to be it, because it’s such a fucking genius narrative. It’s so brilliant at every level.

And most importantly - it’s OBVIOUS when you re-watch it. This story isn’t that complicated, and there are some leaps of intuition, but it’s a completely plausible narrative based on what we watched.

It’s the kind of narrative that makes you have to watch the entire show a second time. In my opinion, it makes Scream Queens one of the greatest murder-mysteries of all time.

And even knowing all this stuff so far, I’m still extremely excited for the finale.

If you want to discover some of this yourself, STOP READING! WAIT FOR THE FINALE.

This could all be wrong anyway.

Small hint #1: It started with my suspicion of Grace. Her actions in the last episode were so far off of her character. And all of the words were just too… perfect…

Hint #2, bigger hint: Start watching episode 1 knowing that Grace believes she is the bathtub baby before she gets to campus

Hint #3, even bigger hint: Munsch’s story about Chanel #3 at Thanksgiving is true, but she isn’t the killer.

Massive hint #4 (practically gives everything away, and probably something revealed in the finale): Before Grace arrives at campus, Gigi convinces Grace that she’s the bathtub baby, and the three of them plot to take down the Kappa house to avenge their mother.

If you are going to keep reading…

Seriously, read the hints and really think about it before you keep reading. I think hint #4 is the “big reveal” in the final episode. It starts a chain reaction that ties everything together. A chain that you’ll be talking about for months.

And it’s probably what the authors wanted. They wanted you to get that hint and then have to re-watch everything to see “omg, I can’t believe it.”

Stay with me until the end! It might seem super implausible early, but I really think this has gotta be it.

Gigi is a lot like Hester. She really wanted to be a Chanel sister, but was never really in the inner circle. But she saw herself as a sister. She saw herself as part of the group. One of the family. When the bathtub incident happened, Dean Munsch split them all apart and effectively destroyed the family. Gigi’s sister took the twins but was ultimately driven to suicide. Gigi then vows to get revenge on Dean Munsch, for killing her family - both her literal family (sister) and figurative family (the Kappas) and she starts a plan 20 years in the making. Gigi and Hester may even be related. I see a ton of similarties throughout this story. And I hate to play the race card… but they have similar skin tones, body shapes, hair color, etc.

She finds Boone and Grace. She convinces Grace, either mistakenly or intentionally, that she’s the bathtub baby. The three of them hatch a plot to avenge their mother and restore purity to the Kappa house.

But remember: Gigi’s actual motivations are to get back at Munsch. Death wasn’t going to be enough for her - she had to DESTROY her. She’s using the kids. She doesn’t give a shit about the Kappa house.

Grace’s first murder is the fryer incident. She hears Chanel and the maid talking in the coffee shop. She and Boone see an easy win – they try to frame Chanel. They plant the pictures in her room to give her motive, and then Grace turns on the fryer. As soon as the incident happens, Grace wants to go and tell the police. But the plan backfires when Chanel threatens to accuse her, Grace, and gets the pledges and sisters to back her up. Grace is actually guilty, so she has no choice but to go along with it.

Pete is the wildcard. Gigi never counted on Pete.

Pete sees Grace and the girls hauling off the body (in the bushes. Stalker alert! He does this a lot). He confronts her about it over coffee, and Grace accuses Chanel. In this scene, Grace literally says “I want to take down the Chanels and restore the Kappa house… I just want to honor my mom.” She’s telling the truth 100% here.

This whole thing launches an investigation into the Kappa house. It’s worth noting that in the “Black Friday” episode, we also find out that Boone and Pete were working together in an identical capacity. Pete reveals that Boone was his source inside the frat. This is one of just so many consistencies behind Grace and Boone - they were both executing the same plan and keeping Pete in check while trying to use him to take down the houses. They were both using him as a key part of framing the Chanels.

Somewhere around here, Grace kills Deaf Taylor Swift. Grace is the only pledge not buried in the ground. Perfectly sets up the Chanels collectively.

Pete and Grace plan to break into Munsch’s office to find records of what had happened there. When they get there, Grace knocks him out, not wanting him to discover too much. But she keeps him alive, because she likes him and thinks he’s a pure person. The only other person that the Red Devils knowingly spared was Zayday, by the way, another pure person.

Grace gets the blueprints and hidden passages from that break in with Pete.

Grace goes back to Pete, and even acknowledges that she hadn’t returned his calls. Grace even recognizes the “knife obsession” in this scene. She’s gone back to Pete to investigate Chad. She already has the plan to kill Chad to devastate Chanel, and potentially cause the Chanels to break apart.. Pete reveals his Greenwell lead, and Grace sees an opportunity to learn more and get direct revenge for one of the original accomplices. Grace is trying to convince Pete that Chad is a red devil here, which would make Chanel complicit or have a motive..

So Boone and Grace go to confront the guys with the intention of killing Chad and setting up the Chanels again. But Boone can’t do it. He’s standing over the body of Chad, his genuine friend that he liked, and he couldn’t kill him.

Now… you might go How could Grace have attacked the frat guys with Boone?? She was with Pete. There’s a gap in the timeline though.

But there’s a major hint that explains this: In a scene between the street attack and the next Grace appearance, Zayday tries to leave to go to her study group, and Wes/Gigi/Munsch stop her. Wes wonders why she isn’t with Grace, and Zayday says she doesn’t know where Grace is. Wes’ then admits that “GPS said [Grace] was in this house.” He was tracking the GPS on her phone. She’d seen that she had been home for an extended period of time, and yet no one had seen her.

Moving on…

Boone kills Chanel #2. Boone has a thing for knives. All of his murders are with knives. He also kills Mandy Greenwell with a knife. He kills Shondell with a knife. Much later, he kills Earl Grey with a knife and the Truck Driver with a knife. And he brought the knife to kill Gigi, and even brags about it at the start of the scene.

And… this whole time, Gigi is stealing Munsch’s man, Wes. Oh man, more parallels to Hester?

All of these bodies show (so far) at the Haunted House. In order to give Zayday an alibi and put the focus back onto the Chanels, they kidnap Zayday.

When Boone releases Zayday, he gives her flowers, nachoes, etc. He’s acting really, really risky right here. Later, Grace, Gigi, Munsch, Wes, and Pete investigate the dungeon where they believed Zayday to be. Grace acts really surprised like “she found where Zayday was hiding.” But Grace is the one who finds all the secrets. She even caresses one of the red devil masks in this scene.

And go watch the end of this scene… it’s so fucking hilarious. Grace and Gigi are clearly working together. Grace gives this long speech about how Gigi was perfect for her dad, and how they were so perfect together. It is just so funny to watch it again. It’s 36 minutes on the “Pumpkin Patch” episode. They’ve set up this whole dungeon exploration to try to draw attention off of Gigi.

Grace kills Sam at the perfect time to set up Chanel #3, provoking Sam’s reaction of “I knew it was you.” This whole time, Boone and Grace are trying to frame any one of the Chanel’s. And each one is super sketchy. Shondell’s murder makes Denise think it’s Zayday. Sam’s murder tried to convince us it was Chanel #3. Chanel became a likely suspect at some points

Denise is a hilarious character in retrospect - she ALWAYS accuses ALL the wrong people. Gigi hired her because she’s just so comically incompetent. But Denise has accused EVERYONE except Grace and Chanel #3. Another giveaway.

Moving on though…

Grace falls in love with Pete. She genuinely likes how pure of a person he is. Similar to how Boone falls in love with Zayday, the other pure person. But Grace can’t have sex with Pete, saying “I’ll have sex with you once the killings are done.” She probably can’t have sex here because of bruises. When you go and rewatch it, you see that Grace as the Red Devil often takes a beating, but never seems to get any injuries on visible areas. The whole thing probably makes Grace fall for Pete even more, knowing he’ll stay with her even though she won’t put out. What a great guy!

And Pete swears something like “I won’t leave until the investigation is finished and we know who the killer is.”

The investigation continues, and Grace starts to find several inconsistencies with what Gigi had told her. At one point, Gigi and Grace are talking out in public, and Gigi suggests that Grace should “investigate Feather.” This is a code… Gigi wants them to set up Munsch by killing Feather and Munsch’s husband. But Munsch does it before them while simultaneously offering the thing Grace wants most - info about the bathtub.

Grace, who’d fallen for Pete now, and who had some serious doubts about Gigi, supported Munsch’s innocence.

The betrayal of Gigi has started.

Investigation continues, and Grace finds WAY more inconsistencies. She confronts Gigi, suspecting that Gigi is manipulating her and lying about her past. That’s the kitchen scene – we all thought Grace was confronting the “killer,” but she was actually confronting her “manipulator.” The entire scene is about the bathtub, and NOT the killings.

For me personally, I’ve watched that scene 100 times. I was CONVINCED that was Grace’s alibi. Just how “Chad’s reaction to Boone doesn’t make sense if Chad’s the killer,” I used the same logic for Grace – “that Gigi scene makes no sense if Grace is the killer.”

But really, go watch the scene again. They never once discuss the “killer,” only the babies.

Gigi also mentions in this scene that she’s engaged to Wes.

The very next scene, Grace goes to her dad and confronts him. She learns that the “engagement” isn’t exactly truthful, and that it didn’t play out the way Gigi had said it did. And just a few scenes later, Chanel hands over the damning evidence that Grace is not the bathtub baby.

Chanel literally says “You thought you were the baby in the bathtub, so you came back to KPT to murder everybody. But guess what Grace? You’re not the baby, so you can stop murdering everybody.” 100% true. Every single word of it was true. Chanel doesn’t realize it though.

Boone and Grace talk on the phone, and Boone pushes Grace to help him get revenge on Gigi by killing her.

But no one counted on Pete… Pete continued his investigation and started stalking Boone. Eventually, he became a red devil imposter. He was the red devil in the room with Boone and Gigi. And when Boone confessed to all the murders, and the atrocities he had committed, Pete killed him. However, they’d just confessed everything, andGigi even said “a plot 20 years in the making.”

The natural next suspect for Pete? Grace’s father. 20 years is a long time to be cooking up a plot, so he assumes that Grace’s Dad is the final Red Devil. That’s why he goes and runs the DNA tests. I think he also went and told Dean Munsch, and warned her about Gigi.

Pete continues to investigate Gigi intensely, potentially hacking her emails and whatnot. He later reveals that he hacks into the hidden cameras in the Kappa house right here, potentially learning way more than he lets onto.

On Thanksgiving, Pete goes and kills Gigi.

Two very important things happen in the Hotel scene with Gigi:

1) Gigi says “when you murdered your brother.” The Red Devil has a visible reaction. There’s even an audio cue. Pete now knows that the other killer was still the sister, potentially dispelling previous investigations.

2) Gigi says “My boyfriend, Wes” – She’s WEARING an engagement ring! And she puts weird emphasis on the word “boyfriend.” I suspect that Grace and Gigi had somehow made up at some point, maybe through email, and Wes had discovered it.

So Pete kills Gigi. He’s the killer in the hotel room. He’s the one who’s “cleaned up” campus in his speach to Grace later. And he’s now, by the law, a murderer.

The most perfect, moral people – the person that Grace has held in the highest esteem – has now been corrupted and murdered two people. All in the name of investigating Grace herself.

At this point, I think Pete and Munsch have been in cahoots. They’re planning this stuff.

All of this culminates at Thanksgiving, where I suspect…

Every

Single

Thanksgiving

Accusation

Was

True.

Munsch accuses Chanel #3 of being the killer.

This one is tough! Chanel #3 is the bathtub baby. All 3 of Chanel #3’s “family members” have blue eyes. Chanel #3 has brown eyes. Chanel #3 is the only family we get to meet, and I believe we met them for a reason. Chanel #3’s “mother” has red hair and a plump-ish body, while Charles Manson had brown hair. Chanel #3 being a slender, natural blonde makes even more sense. When she leaves, she’s doing exactly what we’d expect - she’s telling her “fake” family to go fuck themselves while she goes with her “real” family, the Kappas. It’s both literal and figurative.

However, Chanel #3 isn’t the killer, and she even says as much - “I haven’t killed anyone, as far as I know.” We know because Boone admits “I was the one who pretended to attack you with a chainsaw that night.”

OH WAIT!! Gigi is attacked twice. Once in the Munsch scene, and once in her bed. The one in her bed definitely sets up Munsch, which seems to imply that that was Boone.

Which means the living room attack was Chanel #3.

Everything in Munsch’s story is true.

Next, Chanel #3 accuses Munsch of being the killer. They expose her lack of being allergic to bologna. Munsch never even denies the fact that she killed someone. The motivation attacks on Grace don’t make sense.Everything in this story is also true.

Her dad interrupts the accusation and accuses Grace of being the killer.

It’s 100% true. Chanel #5 gives a lot of motivations, but Grace denies them. He points out Grace was the only pledge not buried, and also correct on the Mandy killing. But, Grace has an alibi for talking to the red devil, and so Grace’s father goes back to clinging that someone else is the killer. Pete may even be giving out a mistaken alibi. Grace’s father isn’t specific about when he saw her.

Munsch even clearly has a change of heart here. She previously accused Chanel #3 (bathtub baby, and maybe Munsch even knows it), but changes her position to Grace. Munsch put it all together right here.

Pete accuses Grace’s father, providing evidence that Wes is the father of the twins. We know this is true. It’s also ahuge relief for Wes - he now has good reason to believe that Grace isn’t guilty, and that his 2nd daughter is still at large. The ultimate accusation - “You, sir, are the father.”

Pete presents the hacked camera and the meat locker. This is a key, key scene… It’s going to set up Munsch to avoid death later. We know there’s probably more than one camera or wiretap. Pete could have way more evidence than he has time to go through here (been busy killing people).

Another hilarious thing here is when Pete says “I’m sorry Mr. Gardner, but this is what we call an orgy of evidence.” Last time we heard that phrase? The cop, when he was clearing Dean Munsch. “Orgy of evidence” means “a ton of evidence, but still the wrong conclusion.”

Wes’ reaction after this scene, with Grace, also fits. Grace says “and we know we aren’t the killers” in a really not-genuine way. Wes may have found something that implicated Grace in a single murder, and maybe he believes Grace’s explanation. I don’t know, but Wes seems to be hurling an accusation in this scene that he’s still very suspicious of Grace.

But it’s the way Grace says it - “And we both know we aren’t the killers” - that’s when everything clicked. Grace was lying right there.

Turkey/head swap: Pete won’t say another word for the rest of the episode. He’s in the background filling up water glasses at the table. Munsch excuses herself saying she’s going to “freshen up” and walks towards the main door. Wes and Grace come downstairs together. We finally get a shot of the entire room and… there’s no Munsch, and no Pete. This is where the head-swap happened.

When Munsch comes back in, she comes in from the kitchen, which isn’t where she left towards. And she even jokes to Wes… “Is Gigi coming?” She knows the answer is no. Wes angrily barks back.

Chad shows up, makes up with Chanel, he sits down and we see Wes sitting back down, JUST as Gigi’s head is being carried back in.

Grace still doesn’t know that Pete killed Gigi and Boone. She probably genuinely believes it’s Munsch, but doesn’t’ have clear evidence. The three of them (Boone, Gigi, Grace) would have known that there was an imposter Red Devil out there who wasn’t them. Gigi’s suggestion to “investigate Feather” may have actually been genuine as well – they were trying to track down the imposter/copy cat that was interfering with their plans.

Grace is also doubting herself, trying to come to terms with what she did. She’s starting to see Chanel maybe be able to redeem herself, with the genuine apology over coffee, and the Thanksgiving story. She’s starting to realize that all of the Chanels never even had a chance. She starts trying to find a redemption opportunity that doesn’t involve killing people.

Grace stands before her sisters and says, and I quote, “I have been talking all year about how I want this house to become a true sisterhood. I’ve always had this vision of a band of sisters who stand together like an impenetrable community of shields who kept everyone safe and secure.” She’s trying to lay out her moral authority for not just killing Dean Munsch, but all of the crimes she’s committed so far. She’s still trying to mend the wrongs of her mother, father, all the other Kappa sisters, and most importantly, herself.

Munsch bugged the house (I bet she did it when she goes to “freshen up” at the Thanksgiving dinner – I bet that’s why she was at the house to begin with). She hears about the murder plot, so she knows to take the antidote beforehand. She somehow figures out how to survive the freeze. And she knows about the ridiculous murder plot for “Rasputin” and drowning and whatnot.

Pete has still been investigating, and he’s looking into Gigi now. I bet that Wes demanded Pete sit down with him after the accusation. He’s a “let’s sit down and talk about this” kind of guy. The start digging into Gigi and her past.

Pete begs Grace not to murder Dean Munsch. He believes she’s innocent and has probably figured out Gigi’s original motives by now. He loves Grace and wants her to stay pure too.

Munsch hears the conversation between Pete and Grace, and now knows she can trust Pete. He just defended her life from murder attempt #2. Munsch gives Pete the last bit of evidence he needs to conclude that the killer is Grace.

Grace tries to get the girls to back down, and her world starts shattering the moment Zayday stands up and agrees to kill Dean Munsch. The first “pure” person she’s seen corrupted, right there. The pain in her face is more than just “oh shit you might kill someone” - it’s “Oh shit, what have I done??”

Pete starts to run. Maybe it’s something in the Will from Pete that’s the last thing he needed to know that Grace was the killer. Or maybe Munsch calls him and tells him something. The whole Chad thing is just a red herring.

Pete leaves to go pack. Munsch calls him to ask if he’s gone yet. Pete’s mad that Munsch hasn’t left yet, either – the girls are trying to kill her. They should all leave. He feels sorry for Munsch, that she’s been set up. She’s one of the good guys too, he thinks (he probably doesn’t believe that she killed her husband). But Munsch stays. She knows she’s guilty too. She lost her way. And she’s going to go down swinging.

Grace shows up and sees Pete packing. She’s terrified of what comes next. Her world is collapsing. She even says “You promised you wouldn’t leave until the investigation is finished.”

It is finished. Pete knows it’s Grace.

She also starts trying to seduce him and have sex with him. I think she held off from sex until this point because of bruises or something. The Red Devil took quite a beating at times. But now that the killings “are done,” she’s ready to move on. She wants to give herself to Pete and start over. She believes in the romance.

But Pete knows. And Grace is terrified that he knows.

Lastly, but it’s quite poetic that all three of Wes’ children have dressed as the Red Devil – Boone, Chanel #3, and Grace.

Chanel #3 is also the only one of the Chanels that we get to see her family. She goes home and is treated like total garbage. She knows, right there, that they aren’t her real family - her real family is back with the Kappa sisters. There may even be more clues in this confrontation scene that I’m not seeing yet.

I have no idea how this wraps up. But the amazing thing is how, even with this new narrative in mind, I’m so excited for the finale.

All of the characters are coming to terms with the crimes they’ve committed. The atrocities they’ve set in motion.

I have no idea how the finale is going to end up.

Edit #1 - Swapped Chanel for Chanel #3 as bathtub baby. Ties things together even better.

Edit #2 #3 - Chanel #3 killed Coney. Or not

Edit #4: Alright, well, a huge hole in my own story:

I can’t figure out how Gigi’s head got onto the platter, but I now suspect maybe Dean Munsch killed Gigi, and NOT Wes. I’m not going to go back and edit the story for it, but yeah. I still think it could have been Wes, and Wes told Munsch about it, which is part of how the two of them are in cahoots. Maybe also how Wes got the costume (we know Munsch had a costume, after all).

Grace and Wes enter the room together, so it’s unlikely that either one had time to do the head-swap.

Munsch says “#3 and I just checked on Tiburon.”

She then leaves to go “freshen up” through the main door.

But when she comes back to dinner, she comes through the Kitchen door, right as Chanel #3 and #5 are going to get Tiburon. And the first thing she asks is “Will Gigi be joining us?” And Wes angrily barks back “No because I have no idea where she is.”

Maybe just irony? She was laughing because she knew it was all fake?

Edit #5: Pete killed Gigi. He disappears from Thanksgiving at one point. Go watch the dinning table scene at the end carefully. He’s filling up water glasses, and then when we finally get a shot of the whole room (when Wes and Grace walk in), he’s not there.

anonymous asked:

D&D stayed mostly true to the books for the first couple of seasons (that is, in comparison to what they do now). Why do you think their creativity went off the rails now?

Well part of it is the “butterfly” effect. A small change early on results in major consequences down the road. The RUSHED the hell of out Jaime’s arc to get him on the road with Brienne as fast as possible, and that led to them being at the PW, the differences in the sept scenes, how that’s affected Jaime’s character, etc. Or like, Cersei’s desexualization was something in the show since S1.

There’s also the fact that splitting ASOS into 2 strangely impacted some arcs and fucked up the pacing. They didn’t think Bran and Sansa had enough post-PW ASOS material, so they hurtled them through their AFFC/ADWD material (of course, now we know why they were doing that with Sansa…). Then they were desperate to stick to a 4x09 battle, so they fucked with Jon’s pacing. Dany parked her ass in Meereen much earlier than expected. Actually, when you think about it, their pacing decisions in S4 benefitted the Lannisters and the Lannsiters only, and screw other characters and where they landed.

But more than that, I think they gained confidence as the show went on. It was a hit, and they were getting praised for nearly every deviation. Look how well that idiotic “chaos is a ladder” speech went over with people. They clearly tried to top themselves with their masturbatory beetle monologue. In short, they got cocky. They added in more and more of their own characters, own invented plots, started veering further and further away from book dialogue. This isn’t aided by the fact that Game of Thrones has become known for the gasps, and things like “no one is safe!” So D&D feel they must keep upping the ante with this. But to quote Mr. Martin himself:

“It’s easy to do things that are shocking or unexpected, but they have to grow out of characters. They have to grow out of situations. Otherwise, it’s just being shocking for being shocking.”

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I think White People (who have no other ethnicity) should look to Prince Zuko as an example...

Yes, Prince Zuko’s life was pretty bad in some ways, no he wasn’t a victim of Fire Nation genocide, oppression, exploitation, colonization, and imperialism.

No, the Water Tribe, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads can’t victimize him in that way even though what happened at the end of “Zuko Alone” must have really, really hurt.

Yes, Prince Zuko can’t help that he’s the Fire Lord’s son and was set on a path to further the empire.

But… he has the power to help forge a new path for The Fire Nation:

“Growing up, we were taught that the Fire Nation was the greatest civilization in history. And somehow, the War was our way of sharing our greatness with the rest of the world. What an amazing lie that was. The people of the world are terrified by the Fire Nation. They don’t see our greatness. They hate us! And we deserve it! We’ve created an era of fear in the world. And if we don’t want the world to destroy itself, we need to replace it with an era of peace and kindness.”

There’s no “I don’t see Nations, why can’t we just be people?” to avoid the horrible implications.
He set out to restore the Fire Nation’s honor.

“I promised my uncle that I would restore the honor of the Fire Nation. And I will. The road ahead of us is challenging, a hundred years of fighting has left the world scarred and divided. But with the Avatar’s help, we can get it back on the right path, and begin a new era of love and peace”

White people, RESTORE YOUR HONOR!
Follow Prince Zuko’s example!

I believe you can do it!

-D