leadership fight

shadow-claw191  asked:

Regarding your "Amethyst is a leader theory" You mentioned stuff about Amethyst being able to connect with her "troops" Well... In "Crack The Whip" Connie and Steven managed to hold off Jasper due to Amethyst's advice... Even though they have practiced so long under Pearl. Only after Amethyst's advice then they did manage to understand how fighting works.

I wouldn’t discredit all of Pearl’s training! I mean, she did teach them the technical aspects of fighting. And that’s really important. Even with all the righteous fury and will to fight, not knowing how to wield a weapon renders it moot.

By Crack the Whip, Steven and Connie had been training for months. I think by then, they’d know “how fighting works.” But I do think, and this is something that is very much characteristic of Pearl, they were too much in their heads about it. I feel like it’s also a function of how Pearl teaches. I think it’s best exemplified in Cheeseburger Backpack. Pearl was plotting out holographic versions of them, trying to find the best way around their obstacles. 

Moreover, she knows that the setting is like a lesson, so she’d focus on the more “objective” aspects, say, one’s stance, the angle of the blade, and things like that. In reality, there’s some flexibility in combat, and the fluidity is what makes the difference between learning it from a textbook and experiencing the actual battle. I’m sure Pearl knows this, but again, she’s in teaching mode (think of the Pearl Points).

Steven and Connie were training really hard and in the episode they did it by repetition. While that does help improve muscle memory and lot of other skills, it’s not everything.

And they got frustrated because they were trying to get the steps and the posture and all of these technical things right. But again, there’s more to fighting than that. Amethyst picked up on that, and it was the very thing at which she was poking fun at Pearl.

Amethyst’s style is very different. She’s a very go with the flow kind of fighter. Recall the way she explained shape-shifting to Steven. “You feel it, and then shake it out!” It’s very different from the way Pearl views and interacts with the world.

This is the very advice she gives Steven and Connie. Ultimately it’s a balance. And something I would like to stress from that reblog, is where I mention anyone can be a leader. Because all of these fighting styles and ways of seeing the world are valid. It’s a matter of knowing when things are appropriate. And the person who is able to do that best and direct other people towards it, is able to lead effectively.

Ok but just imagine young Reyna rising up in the rank in New Rome…

-Once she gets there she is placed into the First Cohort and in her first War Game both her natural leadership and natural fighting skills are displayed.

-Everyone is a bit shocked at her skill, since they haven’t seen a demigod with those types of leadership skills in years.

-It is soon learned, however, that not everything comes naturally because the other campers soon learn that Reyna sneaks off in the middle of the night to train for hours.

-Sometimes she practices with a sword, other times a knife, but regardless of what weapon she wields, she always chants to herself “I can get better, I must be able to protect myself and others.”

-Campers soon respect her, and some even fear her. Though she is not necessarily friends with anyone, it is clear that Reyna is a good person.

-It is no surprise that when one of the Praetor dies, Reyna is elected.

-Though she is young, she is not foolish like many believe someone of her age to be. She shows that she is thoughtful, but can make split decisions when need be.

-Especially in her early days as a Praetor, she spends a lot of time reading and doing paperwork and her abscence in meals is noticed.

-The one thing that she always shows up for, no matter what, however, is War Games, the rare time where the Camp is able to see having something that resembles fun.

-That is why, even though it feels like you are in the military if you are on Reyna’s team, and might be scared to death, it’s all worth it, because it feels like you’re finally able to give back to the Praetor that gives you so much.

Just saying I might add stuff onto this later and I encourage you guys to as well!


A great leader is not born but made through exhibiting constant care and support for others, putting others first no matter what, enduring suffering and hardship often in silence, exerting great humbleness, having a continual struggle for self-improvement, and above all, giving the most thorough and sincere love to each and every member.

Though we call her God Jihyo, every human has their limits, and now she needs us most. Although she may never show us all of the pain, stress, and both physical and mental injures that she has incured, we know what a tough road it’s been. Twice wouldn’t be the Twice we know without her amazing leadership. Twice’s leadernim fighting! God Jihyo fighting! #GetWellSoonJihyo

About Hal

@skeleton-richard I(finally) read Henry IV part 1, and something struck me about Hal - he can be so cruel. The biggest problem with his behaviour isn’t that he’s dissolute and in a tavern, it’s the pleasure he takes in tormenting Francis. It’s his enjoyment of watching Falstaff humiliate himself with stories about Gadshill. It’s his lack of care for others and his gleeful abuse of his position as the smartest man in the room.

And I think that any personal growth Hal undergoes will have to be an increase in his responsibility for others’ feelings, not just for national security. In his “I know you all” speech, he gave us decent evidence that he’s well able to take on the practical duty of ruling. It’s the social side that worries me. Hal has the same astute grasp of people that he does in Henry V, but here its used to manipulate rather than lead.

Things I Associate With the Hogwarts Houses:

Gryffindor: the colours red, gold, orange and brown, bandaged hands, coffee, bruised Knuckles, red lipstick, leather boots, volcanoes, fist fights, being sent to the principal, golden chandeliers, fall, mahogany wood, demonstrations and protests, retro vintage, travel, ‘Oh shit’, loud laughter, drinking games, stopping a bully, forests, eyes glowing from excitement, yellowed paper, bonfires, ginger hair, golden jewelry, cozy sweaters, heated arguments, road trips, bold changes, bluntness, detentions, adventures, whiskey, spontaneous actions, beer pong, frat parties, lions, bears, wolves, dragons, swearing, angry tears, fireplaces, dares, christmas, partners in crime, pranks, wide grins, ‘I have an idea’, fast food, chimney smoke, martyrs, roller coasters, fireworks, young delinquents, soldiers, chaos, flares, speaking up, war, rebels, taking risks, adrenaline, stubbornness, breaking rules, band-aids, drunk laughter, truth or dare, alarms, hangovers, energy, leadership, fighting sports, running, snowball fights, neon lights, cinnamon, riots, razzias, messy hair, swords, explosions, bluelight, anonymous masks, arm wrestling

Slytherin: emeralds, the colours green, black and grey, poison, foxes, snakes, silver, platinum blonde hair, hissed threats, vodka, blood drops, amulets, black leather jackets, money games, casinos, hired assassins, curses, motel rooms, grey skies, abandoned places, cheating on something, blue veins, frowns, vengeance, fake smiles, oppressiveness, strict parents, subways, quiet tears, dark lipstick, matches, tattoos, highways, smoke, tired eyes, ravens, short haircuts, snarls, coats, empty hallways, dyed hair, poker, roses, thunderstorms, ocean’s, black nail polish, soot, B/W, fancy cars, matt black, bones, smirks, wine, medusas, old mansions, haunted houses, perfectionism, winks, sexual tension, sweet torture, cemeteries, the moon, sleepless nights, the sound of a knife snapping open, latin, black eyeliner, secrets, traps, fog, pestilence, viruses, sass, extravagance, ‘devil’s advocate’, having status, ambition, persistence, character development, elegance, headphones, lockers, mints, cigarettes, hardwood floors, busses, chameleons, wild flowers, sins, cracked glass, broken mirrors, quiet nights, railroads, black tea, secrecy, dark humor, mystery, predators, hidden emotions, held grudges, dust, horror movies, ripped jeans, velvet, lipstick stain, magic sigils, icy anger, cold mornings, empty hallways, ear piercings, champagne, incense, skeletons in the closet, chills running down your spine, collarbones, solitude, baths, nettles, silver eyeshadow,  expensive evening dresses, ice, lightning, blurred pictures

Hufflepuff: vibrant colours, sunflowers, marketplaces, fruit, colorful candy, pastel, strawberry blonde hair, ponytails, blue skies, summer, kids laughter, ladybugs, random acts of kindness, voluntary work, freckles, hippies, hummed songs, meditations, flower patterns, brightly lit rooms, smiling at strangers, orange lipstick, laughter lines, hugs, pancakes, summer drinks, spring break, open air festivals, sprinkles, slush ice, walking barefoot through grass, frozen yoghurt, the 70′s, dresses, easter, cotton candy, world peace, glitter, candy wrappers, giggles, holding out a helping hand, happy dreams, daydreaming, umbrellas, floral wreaths, sharing a meal, dances, butterflies, second chances, bees, wide open fields, happy tears, gifts, beach cruisers, soft kisses, blushing, milkshakes, confectioneries, cupcakes, beaches, attack hugs, parades, dandelions, donations, clumsiness, rainbows, animated films, relaxation, comfort food, first love, imagination, playfulness, nostalgia, positive mantras, harmony, romance, picnics, one of a kind, holding hands, childhood memories, newborn babies, warm blankets, freshly baked cookies, braided hair, fairy tales, bubble baths, watercolour paints, fuzzy socks, homemade pie, fluffy things, crystals, light shining through trees, bells, big beds with lots of blankets and pillows, lace, popsicles, tooth gaps

Ravenclaw: asymmetry, the colours: blue, white, silver and beige, glass marbles, tidiness, neat handwriting, ballett, ‘best in class’, certificates, museums, photography, art, hair buns, glasses, bookstacks, journals, libraries and bookstores, perfectly done nails, clean mirrors, desks, foreign languages, cafés, poetry, white bedsheets, macbooks, water bottles, sketches, polaroid, coffee shops, hastiness, deadlines, white clouds, astronomy, snow covered trees, feminism, 50′s, patent leather shoes, typewriters, tidy rooms, science, history, ikea furniture, raised eyebrows, sarcasm, lists, modern offices, mac cosmetics, the smell of new books, ties, rolling eyes, sitting at your homework until past midnight, jeans, vogue magazines, feng shui, yoga, classical novels, calligraphy, greek, owls, newspapers, research, documentaries, winning a debate, competitions, solving problems, riddles, curiousity, multi-tasking, historical figures, hackers, classical music, the new york times, fancy pens, caffeine, salads, cold waves, smartasses, ink stained hands, live theatre, hot espresso, impatience, responsibility, dry humor, knowledge, early mornings, changing schools, dark chocolate, alone-time, numbers, fresh scents, deep thinking, concepts, quills, technology, finals, formulas, sealing wax, falling asleep on your desk, sculptures


3 Ways Women Can Squash Sexism To Get And Stay Ahead
Elizabeth Warren, Mila Kunis and a world champion poker player show how you can survive and thrive amidst sexism.
By Avery Blank

Here are three ways you can take a stand on sexism and leverage the opportunity to advance your career:

1. If you see something, say something.

2. Nevertheless, persist.

3.  Play the game, and take advantage of stereotypes.

Characters aren’t very dynamic if they don’t have something to chase after. This guide discusses the difference between motivation and goals and why it’s important for a character to have both, plus tips on how motivation and goals can interact to create plot, conflict, and character development. It also includes a list of 19 possible motivations and 100 possible goals. The theory behind this is based on various writing guides I’ve read over the years, my own thoughts, and some stuff pulled from the Enneagram personality typing system. I’m not an expert of writing theory so feel free to take this with a grain of salt.

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I- Um- Feels.


Prompt: (Sonic Forces, cause I can’t stop thinking of scenarios xD ahhh!!! lol)

After a pretty big fight concerning leadership decisions and ethical standings, Amy stormed off away from the team, and carried off Classic her too.

Once far enough away, Amy tried to make a plan for retrieving the Ancient Powered Gears that Eggman was using to control the world and get his wishes and way.

She paced back and forth, as Classic Amy seemed worried about her, before looking over her shoulder, concerned as well that she wasn’t able to be with her hero…

“We could do this in a safe, strategic, and morally correct way where no one needs to get hurt or feel used and unappreciated. Don’t you think my plan will work, little m- ROSIE!”

Classic Amy twitched at her nickname, and swiftly spun around, sitting on her knees politely, she shivered slightly at the abrupt noise, before pouting at how rude it was to yell her thoughts away from Sonic.

Amy bent down and placed her hands on her hips, looking upset she wasn’t listening, and slightly frustrated too.

When she saw her face, she immediately knew what she was feeling… and her heart filled with loneliness too…

It just… wasn’t like how it was before… But she still wondered…

“I know, little me… I know.” she turned her head down and away, placing a fisted-hand up to her chest, and seeming sorrowful.

“I-… Ohh! I would miss him more if he wasn’t being so.. so.. difficult!” She stomped her foot down and looked away.

Classic Amy bent her ears slightly and smiled emphatically, before her ears perked up with a spinning noise and she turned around, jumping to her feet.

Holding her hands in light fists up to her face, she scanned over the area.

“Huh? That sound..?” Amy turned, and immediately looked hopefully surprised for something, and raced to Classic Amy’s side, before stepping further up…

When the two heard it again, Classic Amy’s face lit up, seeing a stream of blue light coming over and arching down the hill.

“…He came back…” Modern Amy breathed out, as if amazed and touched. “He came back for me…” She stepped a few, several wobbly steps forward.

When the streak of blue swerved towards the girls, Classic Amy jumped in a type of happy-victory dance, and waved both hands up wide to signal where they were.

In amazement, Modern Amy stopped.

When the light drew closer, she squinted her eyes…

It.. it was small.

The light dimmed to reveal a small stature, but a determined little face, holding a striking stare that could only mean annoyance.

“…It’s not-…” she stumbled backwards, lowering her hands and looking down.


Had he not forgiven her?

Was he not going to come back?

Classic Sonic sped right past Modern Amy, as she held her head down, her eyes covered in shadows, as her hair moved with his speed in a delicate, but swift motion.

Bouncing giddily at her hero’s appearence, Classic Amy hopped to the side and waited for him to skid to a halt.

In the which case, he paused and put his hands on his hips, leaning forward as if to scold her a moment, though realizing it wasn’t entirely her fault for being whisked away by her older self.

He leaned back and rolled his eyes, clearly there for her and her alone.

She seemed to squee and jump towards him, hugging him as he struggled slightly but didn’t push her away.

Hearing Classic Amy’s happy, joyful sounds made Modern Amy grit her teeth and tighten her fists.

She flung herself around.

“She’s not going ANYWHERE.”

Classic Sonic had gotten Classic Amy to let go, and had his arms folded as he looked to her, before being shocked and frankly spooked a bit at Amy’s alarming declaration as she marched over and scooped up Classic Amy again, holding her over her shoulder.

Classic Amy blinked her eyes, not sure what was going on, but not fighting it either it seemed.

For a moment, she lay limp, still used to getting captured. But after a moment, she started kicking her legs and flailing her arms out to her hero, wanting to be put down and rejoin with him in his arms~<3

“Hmph.” Modern Amy glared down at Classic Sonic, before swiping her head to the right, and puffing up her cheek.

“If you want her, you fight for her!”

Classic Sonic raised an eyebrow, not sure how to take that declaration, before bending his knees and ducking his head, looking ready to fight.

Amy flinched, lifting and withdrawing a hand back. “Yeesh! I didn’t mean for you to get all serious like that!” she blinked in worry… before…

He spun into a tight ball and started jamming into her head like a homing attack x 4.

She was knocked back quite a few times before summoning her hammer, flailing it around as she closed her eyes, not wanting to get hit anymore.

“Q-quit that! You-!! Why you little-! Stooop!!!” she swung around but he landed a little aways from her, folded his arms and faced her from the back.

He shook his head, thinking this ridiculous, before sighing.

He looked up just then, seeing a taller figure as a hand came down from above him and gestured in a bob of itself to remain calm.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I got this…”

It was a calm and affirming voice, one that sounded trustworthy, as Classic Sonic didn’t quite understand, but allowed him to pass and didn’t torment the older Amy any further.

Classic Amy had her eyes filled with swirls, dizzy from the spinning and rapid movements, as Modern Amy kept trying to dodge invisible attacks she thought were still around her.

With her eyes squinted shut, she didn’t see a hand grip her hammer, stopping it from it’s random movements.

“H-huh?” Amy noticed the power struggle shift a moment, and didn’t remember Classic Sonic being so…


“What are you trying to do? Fight the wind?” Sonic shook his head, and let her hammer go.

“Hand over little you. My other me is worried about her.” he gestured to Classic Sonic a little ways away, as he did look pretty fed up with Amy’s rebellion, and outstretched his hand.

Amy looked at that hand… wishing to trust it again, but feeling hurt from before, and held onto her younger self tighter, bringing her in front of her and pulling her away from him.

“No! I won’t let him miss treat her like a toy!”

The word caught both Sonic’s off guard, and the hand immediately withdrew in a painful flinch.

The look of surprise and hurt was apparent, before Classic Sonic lost his temper, and sped forward.

He stomped the ground and let his anger full force be known, and then threw out his hand, demanding the girl!

Classic Amy looked down, innocent to his actions, and tilted her head, looking like she didn’t quite understand.

Sonic looked down, understanding his frustrations, and how he wasn’t used to Amy’s new behavior in the future…

He glared up at her, showing his frustrations too. “Amy! Quit this!” he swished his hand out in front of him.

“You’re not helping!”

“I’m trying to help, Sonic! If you would only listen to me!”

“Listen to what?! Amy? You’ve been at my throat since I got here. Why are you so against me!?” he spread his arms out, as Classic Sonic tapped his toe, folding his arms again, realizing the only way to get Amy was probably to let them talk things out, but he was growing impatient with that tactic…

“I’m not against you! How could you say such a thing! I thought.. for a moment I thought you weren’t coming back!” her anger suddenly turned to her true sorrow, and Sonic suddenly lost some of his anger’s fire through the water of her beginning tears…

She held them back, beautifully, though.

He also held himself back now, standing more up and trying a new tactic too..


“All I’ve wanted to do is help you! And all you keep doing is ignoring me! You give orders and you leave as if you haven’t been gone for so long! You make such rash decisions and don’t think of the lives at stake here! I’m not trying to fight you, Sonic! I have a bigger issue concerning a common enemy to even DARE and think such a thing!” she pointed an arm out and towards the sky, gesturing to Eggman’s large robots.

Sonic’s eyes followed the notion, before frowning deeply and looking back at her, still not sure what she was getting at.

“Then why do you fight me?” He asked this pretty tenderly, as if truly seeking understanding instead of an argument over ideals for a change.

He motioned his arms out, stepping forward, as Amy avoided the gestured by looking away.

“All I’ve been trying to do is save lives here… yours included, Amy…”

Getting annoyed with the touchy-feely way this conversation was going, Classic Sonic twitched an eyebrow, opening his eyes and finally being done waiting.

He saw the opportunity to grab his era’s Amy when her hand moved away, and bounced up to kick her other arm away as she was avoiding eye-contact.


Classic Amy jumped into his arms, wrapping her hands around him, as he quickly got down and took off, having what he came for.

“Little me-!”

Amy reached out and started to run after them, but Sonic turned around and gripped her arm, pulling her back.

“Let them go.”

“N-no! I don’t want her to feel… to feel…” she could barely even utter the word, her mouth trembled shut when she attempted too, and little whimpers slightly escaped her as she tried to form the breath to say it.

He pulled her back into his arms, and put an arm around in front of her, slightly below the neck.

She reflexed a hand up and gripped the arm, blinking her eyes wildly as tears threatened once more, and she looked to the ground, then out to where they ran off too.

She opened her mouth before closing it again, hearing him speak just behind her lowered head.

“Feel what… Amy?”

Classic Sonic sped off as Classic Amy smiled and leaned into his embrace, before feeling something was unright, and looked over his shoulder.

Her eyes filled with compassion when she saw her older self throw her hands over her eyes, and be turned around as the older Sonic held her, tightening his hold and seeming to comfort her.

She made a face of shocked horror, realizing her older self needed her.

She looked angrily up at her Sonic, and kicked and struggled as it threw him off course.

He made a video game noise of slipping up and wobbling, as if being hit, and skidded to a halt over the dew’d grass, and then turned his head to her, narrowing his eyes as he searched for understanding in his confusion of her actions.

She made another noise and pointed behind her, back to their future selves.

He turned around to look over his shoulder, and twitched at the intimate scene he saw going on.

He shook his head, in what looked to be fear, and reered a leg up with Amy to the side in his arms as if ready to dash off.

She puffed up a cheek, and bonked him with her hammer on his head.

His eyes swirled as rings plopped out, and then shook his head from the effect and glared back at her, pouting.

She looked more sincerely to him, tilting her as if saying, ‘come on..!’ and showing she was truly worried about them.

Classic Sonic leaned his head up and away from her, but his eyes stayed fixed.

His ears drooped back in frustration, but he couldn’t resist her heartfelt plea.

He turned back to the Modern tragedy, and sighed, before racing back to them.

Sonic looked up from Amy crying and moved slightly, as Amy felt the shift and turned her head back to their Classic selves.

Classic Sonic stared at her a moment, not really liking her, but put his Amy down and folded his arms, waiting once more.

She nodded to him, a huge smile as to say ‘thank you for waiting for me’ and then ran up to Amy with a skip in her step.

Amy knelt down.

“I’m sorry… I pulled you away from your hero. All because me and my Sonic were fighting…” she put a hand up to her eye, wiping it gently. “I was… I was jealous… and embarrassed… because I knew you expected so much more from your future.” she bent her head down. “Sonic’s not always mean… And he doesn’t mean to be sometimes, but..”

Modern Sonic’s shoulders dropped as air escaped his nostrils, and he looked away, feeling awkward about being called out.

His younger self raised a judging brow to that comment, and looked to his future self.

Modern Sonic doubled-taked his expression before stomping a foot down and lifting a fist, warning him indirectly to quit judging him.

He then pulled back to turn away.

“Either way. I’m sorry for my selfish behavior. Me and Sonic are going to have a long talk now. So you can go. We’ll be okay. Many challenges can come up when you have close friends. But…” she looked down to the side, before up behind her at Sonic.

“Greater friends put differences behind them. And walk on towards a brighter future.” she smiled, as Sonic looked back to her, and then away to scratch his nose, as if embarrassed.

She giggled and turned back to Classic Amy.

Once she turned around, and he checked with his eyes to be sure of this, he leaned up to address Classic Amy, and held up a thumbs up and a signature wink with a smile.

It was as if he was telling her it would be alright too.

Seeing that the two were going to make-up made Classic Amy’s worried expression of love turn to pure delight, and she did her usual dance and happy twirling of jumps before rushing into Modern Amy’s arms and hugging her.

Once done, she raced back to her hero, who casually, as if duty, just scooped her back up without much care for the Modern scenario and walked off a moment, bouncing Classic Amy in his arms to get a good hold on her.

Also… it made her laugh, that could have contributed to the action too.

Modern Amy smiled when she saw them leave, before returning to a small, neutral frown and getting up, dusting off her dress.

“…You ready?” Sonic turned back to her, and offered his hand.

“….Em.” she looked at him, then the hand, and accepting a new trust needed to be formed, along with a new understanding, she took it.

The two, led by Sonic, walked off further down and away from humanity, finding some privacy.

“I’m… not good with compromises Amy… but I can explain… a little, of what I was doing so far away from everything.” he looked down, kicking the ground.

She nodded, her hand still in his.

“…I don’t want you to think… that it’s… entirely because of what I’m going to say. But i hope it explains my behavior lately…. especially towards you.”

She nodded again, wiping her eyes.

“…I… We’ve been getting..*ehem* we’ve spent a lot of time getting to know each other, you know?”

He let go of her hand, and threw his arms up behind his head.

She was surprised and perplexed by his suddenly shift in uneasiness, and blinked up at him.


He stared off towards the sun.

“…We… We’ve *Ehem* had a lot of adventures together… you know?” he once again dropped his hands and continued to press his toe into the dirt.

“Makes a guy think… exactly… what this is… It’s difficult for me to really call it anything… or place a title on it… but…” he turned away and walked on, looking up again.

“Made me think. That’s all.”

She was suddenly, and very slowly, growing more and more interested in what he was trying to say.

She followed, suspiciously, behind him.

“What you took for um…*cough, ehem* ‘Anger’ was actually a cover.” Sonic placed a fist over his mouth, as if this was hard for him to articulate.

Amy’s stare held, before her eyes widened.


“… was the cover?”

Sonic turned back around, facing her.

The light through the sky seemed to blare over the image of the two, details were lost, but words were crisp and clear…

He looked down again after a moment of staring.

His feet kicked up slowly over the other.

“That’s the thing… that’s hard for me to address… one I can’t name. Nor identify…”

He stopped closer in front of her, and slowly… rose his head up to her eyes.

“Out of fear.”

The wind rushed by.

Amy’s hair gently floated behind her, as she slowly held a hand up to her chest in a tight ball again, her heart pounding.

He looked at her expression, then her eyes, trying to read what she was getting from all this.

He looked away again, and walked briskly ahead once again, swinging his arms around.

“I can’t say I have an answer! But half the reason I wasn’t around for so long was one, the Gears, and two, some thoughts. More things popped up, but the thoughts were the most present and…”

He stopped from his carefree facade, and turned back to her… then swished his head away as if embarrassed or ashamed at his next word.



He immediately noticed her expression and grew shyer, more defensive, and especially continued to avoid being directly assertive again.

“Ehem.” he cleared his throat once more and folded his arms, looking away. “We should head back. I’ll try and be more considerate of your feelings this time. I’ll let you battle more and even take charge of your own positioning. Just… Just promise me one thing, Amy Rose.”

He turned back to her, swaggering up, before stopping the swaying to try and hold himself seriously again, but his nature suggested he tried to play most of his feelings off, and Amy was picking up on that.

His eyes were a serious plea, and Amy could hear the slight shift in tone too…

He wasn’t playing around.

This was a sincere desire of his heart for her too keep.

“Just.. Don’t get hurt. Don’t let me lose anything more.”



She was going to keep that promise, forever..

And ever.

My feels right now, I need to go to bed, goodbye sweet, cruel world.

(AU-y, but I tried to stick to character as much as possible…)

The truth hit him. Jason wasn’t quite Roman anymore. His time at Camp Half-Blood had changed him. Reyna had recognized that.

The House of Hades

I kind of hated this and hurt me a little, because I think that down deep inside Jason is still a Roman demigod. It doesn’t really matter how much time he had spent in Camp Half-Blood with the Greeks, he still keeps the leadership personality and the fighting strategy of a Roman, he grew up like a Roman, and I think that’s something you cannot easily erase, no matter how much he had enjoyed hanging out with Greeks, sometimes his Roman part will come out.

some gentle endgame jasico thoughts for @sunnysbaudelaires

- nico is 20 and jason is 22 and they split time between the camps and maybe jason tried university but found it wasn’t for him so he teaches sword fighting and leadership and builds shrines in his spare time, and nico goes to class when he feels like it and runs errands for his dad

- but they have a free month of summer and jason has an itch he can’t quite scratch and nico has learned to read jason’s quirks like a mythomagic play so they pack up too many blue brownies (courtesy of percy) and not enough pairs of underwear and set out on a roadtrip

- and it starts off okay. they drive across mountains and fight some griffons and grumble about being followed around by monsters everywhere they go but fighting for their lives has always kept things interesting

- until nico slows a little and leans forward on the wheel and turns deep-brown eyes on jason and asks “where are we going”

- and jason pauses his fiddling with an upside-down roadmap and thinks for a long moment while evergreen trees flash by their windows and then he says “i want to visit my mom”

- and nico just nods and noses the car west and doesn’t ask why because he knows jason has his own healing to do, jason has a lot of things he hasn’t faced yet

- nico makes snide ‘are we there yet’ remarks whenever jason takes a turn driving and they stop at cramped diners along route 70 and all the middle-aged waitresses with bad perms flirt with jason while nico glowers into his coffee cup

- nico takes naps in the backseat wrapped up in jason’s too-big hoodies and jason hums along to quiet radio stations and avoids the bumps in the road as best he can

- they get a flat in the desert just far away from las vegas to avoid the lights and jason offers to fly to get a new tire and nico argues that it’s much faster to shadow travel but jason reminds him that they agreed no shadow traveling because roadtrips are an experience and to enjoy the journey and nico rolls his eyes

- they end up spending the night lying under the stars on the hood of jason’s beat-up second-hand american muscle car (b/c maybe leo has rubbed off on him and maybe jason loves how flooring the gas and hearing the v8 roar is almost as freeing as flying)

- and they talk about their sisters and their parents and expectations and the camps and old loves and new experiences and how people change but ultimately it’s hard to run from your demons and it’s better to face them head on (jason makes a corny imagine dragons joke and nico huffs out a laugh and that’s enough)

- and maybe jason rolls on his elbow and looks at nico in profile and admires nico’s lashes lying across his cheeks and how starlight makes nico softer

- and maybe nico quirks his lips without opening his eyes and says “you’re staring, grace”

- and jason goes a little pink but doesn’t back down because he’s jason grace and he never runs from a challenge, and he says “yeah, i am”

- and then, maybe, in the dark on the cool metal of his car hood with nothing around them for miles and miles save for cacti and stars, jason takes a breath and says “you would be, too, if you could see what i see”

Playing With Fire

Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: It’s a little nsfw but it’s honestly not that bad.

Words: 1119

A/N: So remember how I said that I couldn’t decide which one-shot I’d finish? I had an urge to finish this one since it’s so short anyways. But I actually do care for this one because Jacob is just way too fun to tease. XD

You were going to slap him. It was as simple as that. You clenched your jaw, taking a hard step forward, your eyes screaming murder as your muscles tensed, just preparing to smack that stupid smirk off his stupid face. That was until a hand rested softly on your arm, your head whipping around to meet Evie’s rather amused expression. She just shook her head, looking to her brother fondly. Her eyes sparkled under the glow of the lights, her hand dropping gently from your sleeve.

“I’m going to murder him.” You growled, your deadly gaze back on Jacob as he smiled winningly, lifting a pint up to the whole of the pub. His hat and hood were off, dark hair glowing brilliantly from where he stood. His teeth shone brightly, his eyes alight with joy. He really was an attractive man.

“Let him have his fun first.” Evie laughed, settling herself back into her seat. You had no idea how she hadn’t left her brother in a ditch somewhere, the mere thought of him making your blood boil. To add to it, he had the audacity to wink in your direction, smirking into his drink. Oh, you were so going to kill him. Evie didn’t hold you back this time as you stalked forward, his gaze never leaving yours as he looked on as innocently as possible.

“We’re talking.” You hissed. “Now.” You didn’t wait for an answer, dragging him by his black, leather collar to a back room with heavy steps, slamming him rather forcefully against the wall. He only chuckled darkly, watching you with dark eyes.

“If you wanted me alone love, you could’ve just said so.” His eyes raked down your form slowly, the gesture causing you to dig your nails into your palm hard enough to draw blood.

“You arrogant, smug, asshole!” You yelled, poking a finger roughly into his chest. He caught it with ease, pulling your body flush against the length of his. Your resolve shook at the feel of his glorious body rubbing against yours, his muscles prominent even beneath his heavy clothing.

“I didn’t take you for the screaming type,” he whispered huskily, his breath heated with the smell of alcohol caressing your neck.

“Oh, no,” you groaned, attempting to wrestle out of his grasp. Unfortunately, his hold was too strong. “You are not getting out of this one.”

“Am I not?” He challenged, holding your entire body in place as he flipped positions, leaving your back pressed uncomfortably into the wall behind you.

“No, you’re not.” You ground out, jaw clenched.

“Oh, darling,” he breathed, “You don’t give me near enough credit.” Whatever retort was about to fly out of your mouth instantly melted into a moan, his lips doing absolutely miraculous things to your throat. You could feel his smirk as his teeth grazed your pulse point, your entire body alight with his searing touches. Anger, you reminded yourself. 

You were angry, he didn’t listen to you. He ran off into the night and nearly got himself killed. That snapped you out of the lust filled daze, your hands shoving against his chest. He stumbled a couple steps back, his rather assured demeanor fading ever so slightly. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting that one.

“Jacob,” you growled. If he wanted to play it that way, you weren’t going to back down. Once again you grabbed a fistful of his jacket, slamming his back against the wood as your lips assaulted his neck, your hand moving down his chest at a tortuous pace. You could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, only speeding up as your fingers made their descent, your teeth lightly sliding across his Adam’s apple as his scruff tickled your cheek with the motion. 

He really did make it too easy, his entire body keening into your touches. A guttural groan was torn from his throat as your hand cupped him through his trousers, his hips bucking into your hold. You ignored your own needs in favor of lightly stroking his length through the cloth, soft moans passing through his parted lips. With a final press of your lips to his neck, you pulled away entirely. 

You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the slightest twinge of disappointment that you weren’t going to see this through, but the game was much too sweeter. And a game it was. He blinked, his chest bobbing up and down as he looked to your with half-lidded eyes.

“What,” he cleared his throat, hoping to make it return back to its normal pitch. “What the bloody hell was that?”

“That,” you smiled, “was payback. And I suggest, Mr. Frye,” you took a step closer, your eyes not unlike that of a lion moving in for the kill, “that next time you wish to show affection towards me, do so knowing that I will do more than just return it; I’ll make you beg for it.” He unconsciously licked his lips, his gaze going a shade darker at your words.

“Is that a promise?” He inquired, his voice sounding like sin, his body looking like heaven.

“Yes,” you stated simply, watching him for a moment. The two of you were like two wolves, fighting for leadership. Only one would win, and personally, you couldn’t wait to find out. The only thing at stake was your heart, but if you play this the right way, you might walk away with it intact. As for Jacob’s bed, you couldn’t make any promises. 

His lips turned up in a feral grin, his eyes sparking beneath your gaze. You nodded once, considering the conversation over. Jacob, however, did not. He reached out for your hand, electricity sparking in the air at the barest of touches.

“I’m not letting you get away with that one, love.” Each syllable rolled off his tongue sweetly, your teeth automatically trapping your lip in between them to resist the urge of swirling your tongue around his. You needed control if this was to work; control and patience. One look at him, disheveled and downright edible proved that it would be a much more difficult task than one would think. 

But the image of him beneath you, his head pulled back and his lips parted as nasty words left his mouth like a song, kept you from jumping him. Oh yes, you could hold back, if only to see him like that. You smirked, turning your back to him, each step made with purpose as your dark cloak billowed behind you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You were playing with fire, teasing him like that, and for once in your life, you couldn’t wait to get burnt.

The North knows no king, but the King of the North whose name is Bran Stark

And his hand, the Princess Arya of Winterfell, Queen of Wolves and the People

anonymous asked:

The problem with requiring your leaders to be the biggest bad-asses out there, is that fighting skills, leadership skills, and bureaucratic skills don't always come together. In the Warring Clans Era it's one thing, but in nominal peacetime? It's just another explanation for the Hidden Villages' tumultuous history.

Yes. A lot of time fighters are the absolute worst people to put in charge, especially during peace. I mean, granted it’s a society of shinobi and peace is never quite certain, but surely a bureaucrat would be the better choice?


It’s tough to adequately describe how weird it is to be mourning over the death of a CEO for a company, one that you’ve not only never met, but one that was ultimately trying to sell you a product. Even more tough, is trying to adequately describe how said product could make an impact on your life. I started gaming with Sonic on the Dreamcast, Nintendo’s rival, but soon jumped ship to the GameCube as the Dreamcast died. I started Nintendo just as Iwata took over, basically. Unless you want to count Pokemon Silver, which Iwata had a huge hand in, making that title ultimately rise above and beyond what it was going to be before he took part. Without this odd past time of mine, I wouldn’t have the friends that I have, and I wouldn’t have the life experiences I’ve been so privileged to enjoy. I’ve met the people who work on my favorite series. I got to look the man who directed the first ever game I played in the eye, shake his hand, and thank him for that game. In those few seconds where you get to meet someone like that, there’s no possible way to explain to them that their product can unite people. That it’s so much more to you than lines of code, that it’s truly something that brings together families, friends, and complete strangers. That those people the game brought together can motivate and inspire each other. To give them reason to even want to live, at times. But in those few seconds, when your eyes meet, I think those who truly understand theri craft can get that. Certainly, Iwata is an example of a leading man who “got it.” 

After becoming president of Nintendo, Iwata did something atypical of the CEO position by directly jumping onto the development of Super Smash Bros. Melee in its final weeks to help personally ensure that console’s first major release would ship as close to the console’s launch as possible. Under his lead, the atypical was the typical. 

He started as a freelance programmer. His work on Balloon Fight, an under-appreciated NES title, laid the groundwork for under water game play in Super Mario Bros. Thanks to him, an important HAL Laboratories game came into existence, leading Masahiro Sakurai to sketch the puffball that eventually became a Nintendo icon, Kirby. He personally programmed the battle code for Pokemon Stadium in 11 days. He laid further ground work on the first Super Smash Bros. title, and personally got approval for each of the game’s playable characters. As the first non-Yamauchi to lead the company, he stuck true to the visions of Nintendo games. “Make something unique.” The industry scoffed as he introduced the Nintendo Dual Screen, and today it’s hard to imagine portable gaming without that second screen. The press and other companies laughed as the name “Nintendo Wii” was uttered in lieu of the much more promising “Nintendo Revolution”, and once it released, you were hard pressed to find a Nintendo Wii anywhere. Over time, the system with a silly name would be a huge peak in Nintendo’s recent profits at the time.

The DS and Wii successors, Nintendo 3DS, and Nintendo Wii U, made much less of a splash in the market. As the company failed to meet its estimates, Iwata took a personal 50% pay cut and held himself responsible. He did this not only as a show of good will to investors and fans a like, but so that he wouldn’t have to lay off anyone from the company. In his mind, these products could not succeed without every one. This is perhaps the most atypical thing he did in his time running the show, in comparison to others who run their own. He had a family. Kids to feed. But he didn’t blame others. He didn’t punish others. He took it square in the jaw, kept his chin up, and moved forward. 

Despite those financial failures, Iwata was a man who truly understood the gaming market. While things such as the Wii U can certainly call into question how well the market was read, it’s important not to forget a speech he gave years ago giving caution of mobile gaming in smart phones. As he warned that the mobile market would lead to a devaluing of product worth, he was openly met with laughter from his audience. Today, with “free-to-start” smart phone games being available by the dozens, and with paid games fighting their way to the lowest price they can to appeal to an incredibly fleeting and distracted consumer base, it’s easy to see that he correctly read trends.

Moving on from that in recent years, NIntendo has had a much different public image. Once notoriously secretive, Iwata flung the doors wide open. Higher-ups became forward facing to their audience by use of “Nintendo Directs”, and Iwata would personally sit down with people developing games for his console and give them a spotlight on “Iwata’s Ask”. These interviews not only gave insight to development problems and successes that only the most hardcore of game enthusiasts would care about, but they opened up and earnestly displayed the personalities of otherwise unrelatable and inaccessible businessmen and businesswomen. This, perhaps, makes his passing such a difficult pill to swallow.

The last time fans of the company heard Iwata’s voice, was through the company’s 2015 Nintendo Digital Event. Iwata, alongside Reggie Fils-Aime and Shigeru Miyamoto, took literal Muppet forms to present their upcoming software to their audience. While for all involved, it was likely a cute way to entertain their hardcore audience and engage them in their game content, I suspect (and hope that it’s not reaching), that Iwata recognized his time was short, and wanted to leave the fan’s vision as what he had become in recent memory; a symbol. Iwata turned public perception of Nintendo into something that exudes charm, approach-ability, and sincerity, and perhaps the largest part of that was his participation in every region’s Nintendo Direct. The silly things he did, like the bunch of bananas bit, and how he wasn’t afraid to laugh at himself for silly things like the bunch of bananas bit. He wanted to make his viewers, and fans of his company’s product, laugh. To be entertained. His public persona perfectly complimented what he had carefully crafted this company to become. 

That Digital Event was a source of massive disappointment to many of Nintendo’s fans. No “Megaton announcements” to be had, the event mostly focused on software that has been announced for a while now, with announcements of new entries in franchises that deviated from what made people loved those new franchises. It’s certainly fair for an audience to express their disappointment, but with certain segments of hat audience creating petitions calling for games to be outright cancelled, it’s hard not to imagine the stress Iwata must have carried in his final weeks. A man that, increasingly in recent years, catered to the fans of his company, only to be met with massive backlash. 

What can we, an audience separated from this man by the walls of business, take away from his career? Perseverance. To keep going, no matter what detractors say. Even if the people who should be lifting you up are letting you down, to push ahead. Determination. To work hard. To always keep a calm head despite the circumstances. Virtues. To learn how much to cater to others while remembering to stay true to your ideals. The knowledge that even starting from the bottom, you can work your way to the top. Humility. To know that it’s okay to be silly, and it’s definitely okay to laugh at yourself. Going from, and perhaps more than all that, I think the biggest thing we can take from him, is Fun. To always be playful, to be curious.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go Directly to enjoy the fruits of this man’s labor. I hope that you’ll join me. Let’s pour a glass and remember that it’s all about Fun. 

For the Many, Not the Few – DSA Labor for the Many – Medium
Unofficial caucus of DSA rank-and-file workers, local leaders, and union staff fighting for the many — not the few
By DSA Labor for the Many

The caucus for rank and file union members, local labor leaders, organizers and union staff fighting for the many — not the few.

At this moment of Left renewal and struggle for the future of the labor movement, DSA Labor for the Many caucus members want leadership to support a bold democratic socialist presence in the struggle of the working class to defend and renew the labor movement and help transform the world of work. We look to the DSA to help conceive and lead a broad and deep solidarity movement, engaging both with democratic socialists as workers and with workers who are not yet on the Left but who are in the fight.

Building broad and deep solidarity means electing leadership and developing a program to:

  1. Recognize organized labor and organized workers as the foundation of democratic socialism, which DSA should join with, defend, and organize to make more democratic and powerful.
  2. Reach out to the unorganized, including the majority of DSA members, to fight against the injustices of the new economy and support workers standing up for their rights and building their own democratic organizations, such as unions and worker centers.
  3. Stand in solidarity with all workers and unions against the onslaught of corporate and state union-busting.
  4. Organize to defeat every attack on labor and bring together powerful working-class community coalitions around transformative reforms that build worker power, heighten class consciousness, and raise expectations for social change.
  5. Represent the complete geography of DSA locals, and work together with democratic socialist leadership to organize and fight in “purple” and “red” parts of the country while also building labor power in “blue” union-dense states. We must acknowledge that we cannot change labor’s path without being dedicated to organizing the South, the Midwest, and the rural areas outside labor’s urban strongholds.
  6. Provide training and education to DSA locals to enhance a shared class analysis of economics, and dedication to labor organizing. Develop the skills for DSA members to become leaders both in their own workplace struggles, in their unions, and in solidarity campaigns with other workers.
  7. Lead in integrating an anti-racist, anti-sexist, anti-xenophobic, anti-homophobic, anti-ableist, and anti-heterosexist analysis into DSA labor work, with every campaign assessing the legacy of oppression that so often accompanies worker exploitation while organizing to unite all workers around their shared class interest, and in solidarity around the particular, vital interests of workers of color, women, and other marginalized groups 

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