life threating

“The political Right in the United States today makes certain metaphysical and material promises to women that both exploit and quiet some of women’s deepest fears. These fears originate in the perception that male violence against women is uncontrollable and unpredictable. Dependent on and subservient to men, women are always subject to this violence. The Right promises to put enforceable restraints on male aggression, thus simplifying survival for women—to make the world slightly more habitable, in other words—by offering the following:

Form. Women experience the world as mystery. Kept ignorant of technology, economics, most of the practical skills required to function autonomously, kept ignorant of the real social and sexual demands made on women, deprived of physical strength, excluded from forums for the development of intellectual acuity and public self-confidence, women are lost and mystified by the savage momentum of an ordinary life. Sounds, signs, promises, threats, wildly crisscross, but what do they mean? The Right offers women a simple, fixed, predetermined social, biological, and sexual order. Form conquers chaos. Form banishes confusion. Form gives ignorance a shape, makes it look like something instead of nothing. 

Shelter. Women are brought up to maintain a husband’s home and to believe that women without men are homeless. Women have a deep fear of being homeless—at the mercy of the elements and of strange men. The Right claims to protect the home and the woman’s place in it. 

Safety. For women, the world is a very dangerous place. One wrong move, even an unintentional smile, can bring disaster—assault, shame, disgrace. The Right acknowledges the reality of danger, the validity of fear. The Right then manipulates the fear. The promise is that if a woman is obedient, harm will not befall her. 

Rules. Living in a world she has not made and docs not understand, a woman needs rules to know what to do next. If she knows what she is supposed to do, she can find a way to do it. If she learns the rules by rote, she can perform with apparent effortlessness, which will considerably enhance her chances for survival. The Right, very considerately, tells women the rules of the game on which their lives depend. The Right also promises that, despite their absolute sovereignty, men too will follow specified rules. 

Love. Love is always crucial in effecting the allegiance of women. The Right offers women a concept of love based on order and stability, with formal areas of mutual accountability. A woman is loved for fulfilling her female functions: obedience is an expression of love and so are sexual submission and childbearing. In return, the man is supposed to be responsible for the material and emotional well-being of the woman. And, increasingly, to redeem the cruel inadequacies of mortal men, the Right offers women the love of Jesus, beautiful brother, tender lover, compassionate friend, perfect healer of sorrow and resentment, the one male to whom one can submit absolutely—be Woman as it were—without being sexually violated or psychologically abused.”

- Andrea Dworkin

Yes, I do teach creative writing: your opening scene

The opening scene is the most important piece of your novel. This scene determines whether your reader is pulled in or puts the book down. Here are some important do’s and don’ts.

DO write it as a scene, not a data dump. You may have a fantastic premise, a marvelous alternate history or post-apocalyptic world or magical realism to die for, but if you don’t engage your reader in an actual scene, you will bore them.

DO write a scene that immediately introduces a character that the reader can root for. Yes, I know Stephen King has had great success introducing victims that are then shortly afterward killed off. That’s a horror trope and we expect it. But if you are caught up in world-building and haven’t dreamed your way into a character who is worth following through 100,000 words of writing, your story is pointless. I have read many pieces of fiction by would-be writers who can’t grasp this essential concept, and without exception, they fail to engage the reader.

DO introduce the stakes right away. In case that’s a challenge that needs some exposition to develop, create some immediate stakes (a life threat works) that keep the tension high and the reader engaged until you can lay out the larger stakes.

DO begin in medias res, which means “in the middle of things.” Most beginning fiction writers make the mistake of starting too early in the plot. Meet the monster on page 1. 

DON’T include a flashback in the first chapter. Work on a scene, which means time is NOT compressed. It should include dialog, action, description, setting, and interior monolog. Keep everything happening within that scene for at least the first chapter. You can bring in a flashback in Chapter Three.

DON’T shift points of view within a single chapter. Let the reader establish a strong bond of interest (even if it’s with a POV villain) over the course of a whole chapter.

DON’T open the story with your character waking up unless it’s because she’s got a gun in her face (or a knife to her throat – you get what I mean). We don’t need to follow a character through their mundane daily routine. 

DON’T be coy. Beginning writers often have this idea that they need to hold back on revealing all their secrets – what’s in the box, who’s behind the curtain, where they’re going next, etc. Their well-meant plan is to slowly reveal all this over several chapters. Trust me on this one: tell your readers instead of keeping it a mystery. You WILL come up with more secrets to reveal. Your imagination is that good. Spill it now, and allow that revelation to add to the excitement.

 So a friend asked me to tell this story:

 Sometimes my uterus likes to play “will I or won’t I” with me, and one time my period was so late it was working my last nerve.
I had tried everything- from begging, to sex, to wearing the pretty expensive panties. But this damn period would. not. start.
 So finally, I sat down and thought “Uterus, if u don’t get your act and ovaries together, I will vote conservative and you’ll just have to live with your guilt and heavily restricted access to dick!”

 2 hours later my period started.

Enough excuses for parents who abused their kids but “meant the best”. They “meant the best” for themselves, not for the kids. It’s fucking easy to just rely on emotional abuse, threats, humiliation, shame, guilt and violence to get your way and to force your kid to stay in control and to sabotage and fuck up the child’s life so you would feel good about it, and then to just remind yourself “i meant the best” to feel no guilt about doing so whatsoever. Just repeating to yourself “it doesn’t hurt them” and “they deserved it”  while actively forcing your child to keep all the obvious trauma symptoms out of sight or ensuring the child believes it’s their own damn fault for feeling the way they do.

You know what’s not easy? Having your parent force control of your life via emotional abuse, threats, shame, humiliation, violence. Your parent getting into your own head and  gaslighting your senses until you feel worthless and insane and like a monster, until you don’t dare to feel your own feelings, until you’re ashamed of the pain you feel and can’t see yourself as anything other than a horrible burden and nothing you do can ever change that or make you good enough. You know what’s even harder? Still believing that your parent “meant the best” and not even daring to blame them and still being forced to draw the conclusion that it was after all, all your fault, for existing as you do, for being who you are, for not ever being good enough! And then, on top of all of it, hearing the rest of the world agree with the parent’s view, pressuring you to never blame them, to forgive them, to never hold them responsible, to “be better” and understand them, to not ever try to place blame on anyone but yourself because then you’re the monster.

Just. How. Is. One. Supposed. To. Heal. From. That.
Healing can’t even begin until the blame is placed on the parent! This person literally benefited from their child’s suffering! They did not get affected negatively from it at all, they didn’t even care, they walked away satisfied and getting what they wanted while the child now has a lifetime of traumatic consequences and mental illness problems! Their freedom is taken away, their quality of life reduced, their relationships and friendships sabotaged, their confidence crushed! They’re placed at extra risk for addictions and obsessions because they keep falling into the black pit of trauma no matter how hard they try to distract and their life is heavy and painful no matter how well they do afterwards! Their brain can’t regulate stress properly anymore! Abuse causes literal brain damage and all this is just so the parents would get their way! And you all still insist they shouldn’t feel guilty about it or be faced with consequences of their abuse? They shouldn’t fucking admit to themselves and to their children what they’ve done? If the truth will kill them, let them die. Abused children’s right to heal comes way before the abusers feeling good about themselves.

Why Embracing Emotional Distress is the Best Medicine Sometimes

Much of our mental suffering is caused by our overwhelming attempt to avoid it. We think experiencing any sort of anxiety is a threat to our existing, but psychology studies have proven that one learns from struggle. One becomes a better human being through heartache. Let us explain with the science behind this theory..

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The Need (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine the Joker falling for you when you’re taken hostage during a bank heist.”

Requested by Anon: “Can you write something where the joker meets a girl while him and Harley are out causing mayhem and the joker can’t get the girl out of his head? And he eventually leaves Harley for her?”

A/N: I almost made this a two part fic because I didn’t want it do be too long. But I like how it came out. I hope you guys like it too!~

Warnings: Violence, swearing, falling for people who probably aren’t good for you.


Why did banks always have such long lines? You’d think that they would be a bit more efficient.

“Don’t you just hate long lines?”

“Sorry, what?” You blinked a few times before you realized that the man in front of you was speaking to you. He repeated himself and smiled at you, to which you smiled in return. “Yeah, the lines are usually what keep me from making frequent trips here.”

He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Same here. The reason I’m even here today is for my son.”

“Oh really?” You looked around, “where is he?”

“At the hospital, he just had surgery so I’m withdrawing some money to go buy him something to keep him occupied while he’s recovering.”

Your smile grew a bit, “that’s kind of you. How old is he?”

“He’ll be 6 next month.”

Before you could respond, the blast of an explosion threw everyone in the line onto the floor. The room was engulfed in smoke and debris from the explosion. As the dust started to settle, you could see the two figures responsible.

“Listen up, everybody!” The female voice called out. “You’re all going to do as we say and if you don’t, well…we’ll have to kill ya.” The woman walked towards you and the others who had been line. “Ya got that?”

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You’re Worth The Danger.

Request from anon:Can I request a Bucky x reader? She’s a civilian but they’ve been dating for months. Some hydra agents have been watching her and try to kidnap her when she was home alone. She manages to run away and hide inside a store calling Bucky to get her. After he picks her up he has her move in with him at the tower where she’ll be safe. Tony has a soft spot for her so he gives her an all access key and welcomes her to the family.

Note: All Russian was done through Google translate so I apologise to anyone who understands it and it doesn’t actually mean what it should do!

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,437

Warnings: Violence, intimidating behaviour, threat to life and a swear word.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Sometimes you wished you could stay frozen in this moment of time forever…your boyfriend’s arms wrapped protectively around you as he slept peacefully next to you and your eyes gazing upon his perfect face. Every morning for the past few months now you had been greeted with this sight and it never grew old. Not only was he ridiculously handsome but he was part of the Avengers too! Yes you, an ordinary civilian, was dating an individual that helped to save the world on pretty much a daily basis……it was like your life had suddenly turned into a script from a movie and even now as you felt his presence and you looked upon him you still couldn’t wrap your head around it all.

“Are you watching me sleep again [y/n]?”

A tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly, and a little reluctantly, opened both of his eyes. He knew you did it every morning but until now he had never mentioned it. It amused him that rather than getting up and starting your day you would just lay there and watch him instead. He couldn’t see any fascination with him sleeping but if it kept you happy then he would live with it.

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Sirius Black and Remus Lupin's first times

Here is a (mainly) fluff Wolfstar I wrote those last days ! Hope you’ll like it >w<

If you prefer to read it on AO3, here is the link


When they first meet, it’s at the train station. Sirius is with Walburga and Regulus, half listening his mother’s “advices”, which sound more like orders and threats. Looking at the crowd, his eyes catch a pair of scared but happy green eyes. It’s a boy his age, with apparently his parents and little luggage.

He later get to know his name : Remus Lupin. He doesn’t know yet this name will become his world.


When they first get detention, it’s together, less than a month after the first day of class. Sirius pull a prank on a group of Slytherin boys who are always mocking him for being a lion, but the teacher punishes Sirius and Remus since they are together.

During the detention, Remus tries not to pay attention to Sirius – it’s his fault they got here after all ! He doesn’t last more than twenty minutes though.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do write andreil where Neil leaves Andrew to protect him? Like angst with a happy ending cause Andrew won't let Neil be stupid ! Thank you so much I love your writing!!

thank you thank you, my majestic anon! i know a lot of people have written prompts along these lines before, so i tried to take it in a direction i don’t think i’ve seen. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


Neil hears Andrew in the kitchen of their Detroit apartment, apparently trying to navigate the cabinet of pots and pans. A loud crash comes just seconds before a hissed, “Shit.” Neil smiles and laughs quietly to himself, returning his attention to the Exy notes he’s working on.

“Shut up,” is thrown harshly from Andrew’s general direction.

Okay. Well, he thought he had laughed quietly.

Neil ignores him and watches King as he jumps up onto the couch beside him. He reaches out to scratch along his spine as Andrew comes around the corner to glare at them both, giant wooden spoon in hand. Neil wonders how much damage Andrew could do with that particular kitchen tool. He has been known to be quite creative.

“Are you going to help, or are you going to continue being useless?”

Neil smirks at him. “Oh, do you need my help? I just assumed you had everything under control.”

Somehow, the glare intensifies. Having thought this feat to be impossible, Neil is pretty impressed.

Andrew turns on his heel to head back into the kitchen. “Get in here,” floats back over his shoulder, like he knows Neil will immediately follow. He’s right.

Neil releases a dramatic sigh as he tosses his notes onto the coffee table, navigating his way around cats and furniture to trail after Andrew. Once he enters the room, he sees that Andrew has hopped up onto the counter and is studiously ignoring him, turning the spoon over and over in his hands.

Neil stares at him until he finally looks up. Andrew simply points to the pile of vegetables on the counter beside him, then over to the cutting board on the drying rack.

“Really? I thought I was offering assistance, not to take over.”

“Like I’d let you take over anything,” Andrew replies, something dangerously close to amusement in his voice.

Neil rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he relents. “What’s your job then?”

Andrew gestures toward the stove with his wooden spoon. It’s a pot of jasmine rice that’s just been set to simmer. That’s it.

“That won’t need any attention for like twenty minutes!” Neil complains, but Andrew just shrugs and looks pointedly over at the cutting board again.

Neil casts his eyes to the ceiling and lets out his second dramatic sigh of the evening, resolving himself to chopping for the foreseeable future. As he turns away to pick out a knife, Andrew grabs his arm and pulls him back to the space between his legs, still dangling over the edge of the counter. Neil smiles and begins to lean closer. Just as Andrew’s mouth opens to ask his yes or no, they are interrupted by three quick knocks on their front door. Andrew raises a questioning eyebrow, and Neil answers with a shrug.

Neil reluctantly pulls away and starts toward the door, counting it as a victory that he kept his third dramatic sigh underwraps. He opens the door, and upon finding no one, sticks his head out into the hallway. His eyes catch on a large manila envelope leaning against wall. He stares. Picks it up. Turns around, and closes the door.

He stops just inside the living room, still staring at the object in his hands. Perfectly innocuous, not suspicious in the least. It shouldn’t fill him with fear and anticipation the way it does.

A second later, the envelope is gone. Neil looks up to see Andrew taking it into the kitchen, opening it along the way. He follows.

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Neck Deep/Life’s Not Out to Get You

how i wish the balcony scene went

Originally posted by deliriousgirl05

the awesome @skittycat21  requested a continuation of my fic, ‘what I wish they showed us after the party’ which takes place after 2x08. But chronologically, the balcony scene is what takes place after that scene so I decided to rewrite that instead according to how I wish it happened (because we can all agree that that conversation was hopeless, also they discuss the suicide attempt in that previous fic so I left it out here).


The early morning sun crept up on Brooklyn almost warily and Alec watched from Magnus’ balcony as the streets became busier and busier. Magnus cautiously made his way out to Alec, already anxious that he was anywhere near a balcony considering recent events. Standing next to Alec, Magnus weaved a hand between Alec’s arm and torso. He could already hear how hard Alec’s heart was beating.

Alec looked down at Magnus’ hand which rested on the ledge next to his and opened his palm. Magnus immediately interlaced his fingers with Alec’s and turned to rest his chin on the Shadowhunter’s shoulder. He smelt of soap and coffee, and Magnus’ heart clenched at the thought of him having to leave to the Institute soon. Alec relaxed into his boyfriend’s touch as Magnus leaned in to tenderly press a kiss to Alec’s jaw. Normally, such an action would have caused Alec to tense up, but right now it was just what he needed.

Magnus turned back to the city and leaned the side of his head on Alec’s broad shoulders. Alec closed his eyes and breathed in the calmness that Magnus brought with him. “How many Downworlders do you think live in New York?” asked Alec.

“I don’t know,” replied Magnus. “But they’re not all your responsibility.”

Alec let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and squeezed Magnus’ hand. “But you are,” said Alec in a small voice and Magnus’ heart broke.

Magnus muffled his mouth into Alec’s shoulder, smiling at the boy, and pressed a kiss there. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone so caring and loyal. Most people would have run away by now – they had run away. But Alec was so determined to hold onto any kind of feeling he hadn’t had before. And Magnus didn’t know how to deal with it. “I can take care of myself, Alexander,” replied Magnus, only half-jokingly. If there was one thing he didn’t expect from Alec, it was the boy risking his own life for him. Maybe Magnus thought he didn’t need it, or maybe he thought that he didn’t deserve it.

Alec leaned the side of his head to Magnus’. “I know, but it can’t have ever been this dark,” he whispered and Magnus realised just how scared Alec was.

Squeezing Alec’s hand tighter, Magnus could feel his heartbeat increasing. He wasn’t talking enough. And after the incident at the party, that was one of the most dangerous things Alec could do right now. “Talk to me, Alexander.”

Alec clenched his jaw and bore an expression that Magnus hadn’t seen on the boy before. Magnus could feel Alec’s hand becoming sweaty as he repeatedly shook his head and took several steps back, releasing their hands. “I can’t, I… I don’t know how,” stated Alec, breathing hard and swallowing air.

Although some would argue against it, Alec had naturally been a very anxious person. He was just extremely good at hiding it. Alec was never relaxed, not until he met Magnus. Whenever he was around the man, Magnus balanced him.

It became clear to Magnus that Alec had never really had someone that he allowed himself to be vulnerable around, nobody to be able to get his anxious thoughts out on. He made sure to be the most composed around Izzy and Max, in desperate need to prove that he could always protect them, that he was the level-headed one. And he just felt downright embarrassed to bring up the issue with Jace or his parents.

“Hey, hey, hey…” said Magnus, reaching a hand out to place it on Alec’s tense back. He began to stroke the base of Alec’s neck but it only appeared to make Alec more uneasy. He abruptly turned away from Magnus’ touch to which Magnus recoiled his hand. A look of immense worry took over his face.

“There’s so much at stake here and I…” Alec pulled at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to ease himself. “I can’t breathe,” he choked out helplessly and Magnus felt his stomach churn.

Alec stumbled back onto the armrest of the outdoor bench, too preoccupied to take a proper seat. Magnus stood in front of him, reaching out to Alec’s shoulder and pulling his head into his chest. “I’ve got you, you’re alright,” he said in a soft tone, stroking the boy’s back. “You’re okay,” he continued, fingers moving to run through Alec’s hair as he pressed reassuring kisses onto the top of Alec’s head.

Alec coiled his arms around Magnus tightly, breathing in every bit of him, making sure that he was still here. Alec hated feeling so weak, he was supposed to be the collected one. He felt like he had no right to be in this emotional state now. His life wasn’t at threat, after all. But Magnus made him feel comfortable enough to be in this state unapologetically.

Alec felt Magnus’ fingers tingling against his scalp and didn’t protest when streams of magic helped calm him down. “I’m sorry,” Alec murmured and Magnus frowned. “I know I’m meant to be strong right now-”

“Don’t apologise,” said Magnus firmly. “Look at me.” Magnus lifted Alec’s chin up. “I’ll be honest, there’s not much that I can reassure you of right now. But if there’s one thing that rings true, it’s that we’re going to be okay.”

Alec’s eyes darted between Magnus’ eyes and mouth. He was so close. “You don’t know that.”

“Maybe I don’t. But I’m here, now, whatever you need,” Magnus said, stroking the spot under Alec’s glazed eye.

Alec knew he was falling in love – fast – and yet, it was the most calming thing in the world.


i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, magnus takes alec on his first beach trip.

This is for the lost, downtrodden, and rejects, and anybody looking for a purpose.

I’ll fall asleep with my eyes open just to see if I could focus on something more than my loneliness.

We know what it’s like to be put down so “fuck you” to the world and stand your ground.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets fucked up. This will end in tears, I could never be enough for you.

Sometimes things will bend you, but trust me you’ll be fine. I’ve been moving mountains that I once had to climb, and life’s not out to get you despite the things you’ve been through.

Is it too late to say that I’m sorry for the things I do? I’m missing you like shit today.

I gave her my heart, she didn’t want it. She took it anyway and put a dark spell on it.

I’ll grow up someday, but for now I’m fine. I just wish that you were near me.

I miss your face, you’re in my head. There’s so many things that I should’ve said.

There will come a time when you will face your life, don’t let it twist and tear you up inside.

I hope this comes back to haunt you. Then maybe you would know just how it felt to be like me at my lowest.

I don’t have much to offer, but had you loved me, I’d have loved you back forever.

—  Favorite lyrics off of “Life’s Not Out To Get You” by Neck Deep.
The Writer’s Guide to Abdominal Trauma: 1 / ?

Okay, guys, I have had a LOT of questions about wounds to the belly, and at or under the bottom of the ribs. Shootings, stabbings, crossbow bolts, arrows, and fisticuffs: you guys wanna know, what’s up with wounds to the abdomen?

So gather round the ol’ anatomy book, kiddies! Auntie ScriptMedic is gonna teach you all about ABDOMINAL TRAUMA!

First, I am going to say this as loud and as hard as I can, so the people way in the back can hear me: ABDOMINAL WOUNDS ARE LIFE THREATS UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE. Yes, all of them. Yes, that one, too. I know what you were thinking. Still a life threat.

But why? Why is it so sensitive? Well….

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Sakura was a Naruhina shipper in The Last?

Yeah, she definitely was. Allow me to paraphrase myself from a previous post of mine in order to demonstrate why I think that is.


In the 2 years that followed the war, Sakura and Hinata would grow rather close. Sakura was aware of how much Hinata loved Naruto; she had seen it first hand when Hinata single-handedly protected him with her life from the biggest threat the village had seen since the attack by Kurama:

And subsequently told him of her feelings directly, just in case she wouldn’t survive her confrontation with Pain:

The look in Sakura’s eyes as she was healing Hinata, reminded me of the one in Naruto’s eyes just prior to him making the Promise of a Lifetime; it was one of empathy. Sakura saw how much Hinata loved Naruto, and (much like Naruto towards Sakura in Pt.1), She understood the pain of not having your feelings reach the object of your affection; she knew this well because of her own complicated situation with Sasuke:

Thus, as they grew closer after the war, Sakura would support Hinata in her endeavour to win Naruto’s heart, and would give her advice and words of encouragement whenever Hinata needed them, because as stated earlier, Sakura was very empathetic to her situation:

She would do the same for Naruto when he was deeply upset after he was under the false impression that Hinata chose Toneri over him. Sakura would express her delight that he was finally deeply in love, and assured him that there definitely had to be a reason for Hinata’s actions, because Sakura knew better than anybody how much Hinata loved Naruto:

She would then use her own deep love for Sasuke to further prove her point; because she truly believed that when a girl falls as deeply in love as herself and Hinata had done, her feelings wouldn’t change so easily:

(This was rather ironic, because this was essentially what Naruto was trying to tell Sakura during her fake confession to him, and now Sakura was telling both herself and Naruto this!)

Fortunately, Sakura’s efforts wouldn’t go to waste; Hinata’s feelings did manage to reach Naruto eventually, and they would become a couple and eventually marry, to which she obviously attended their wedding:

And just look at how happy Sakura is for them below. She was so pleased that Hinata’s feelings for Naruto finally reached him and were reciprocated in kind:

And she was just as pleased that her dear friend, who she’s been with through so much, was finally able to not only receive all the unconditional love that he was due, but also that he now had someone who would fill his empty home with the love and adulation that she knew he sorely needed, and someone who he could love with equal fervour. She was happy for Naruto and his new wife:

anonymous asked:

So i very strongly sided with the mages until i saw what it turned into at the end of da:2 and what happens in da:i, i can fully support wanting more freedoms and to be given a chance at a real life, but what it looks like theyre trying to do is rebuild the tevinter imperium and i cannot support that, but i still dont agree with the templars either, and honestly this whole thing couldve been avoided if the chantry had been a little more lenient with the circle

What it leaded to in DA2? I don’t know what you mean really. Unless you mean Anders’ actions, but he wasn’t acting with any other mages. And at the end of the game he was so fused with Justice I don’t think we can even be sure he would’ve acted the same way if he were just himself. Also, what it lead to? It led to the mages - who did not do anything - all going to be killed because of it, well actually Meredith had already sent for the right of annulment before Anders’ actions so… yeah I can’t really see how I’m meant to blame mages for that? There are a few instances in da2 when mages do bad things, but they’re always a reaction to the insane amount of abuse in that circle.

And what do you mean in da:i? In what way are they ‘rebuilding the Tevinter Imperium’? Please send in another ask because I don’t get it? I might be missing something?

I do agree that the Chantry could’ve avoided the whole thing, but it would have meant an entire restructuring of the Circle, not just ‘being a little more lenient’. The Circle would have to stop being a prison and become an actual place where mages can be save and learn in safety. And I don’t think the Chantry would ever be willing to do so, considering how much power and money they would lose.


I view the question of ‘templars vs mages’ as simply this: are the horrors of the circle a justified necessary evil to protect the rest of the population from the possible crimes, or accidental destruction caused by mages?

That’s the only question that matters. That’s where the true grey morality of this issue comes in. Do you think the chantry is right that mages are so inherently dangerous that they need to be held prisoner their entire lives? That the Chantry has the right to decide which of them need to be made tranquil, or punished in other ways, and which entire circles get to be murdered down to the last child?

My answer is always going to be no. That’s why I support the mages. Always. And not just because we’ve already seen more peaceful solutions in game.

Just think about it, in the real world if we determine which groups are most likely to commit violent crimes, would you support pre-emptively locking them up? (Remember, modern day weapons can be as dangerous as any magic we’ve seen in game.) Probably not.

And let’s be clear, even a circle where there is no abuse is still a horrific idea in principle:

- Being locked up the rest of your life

- cut of from family

- not allowed to go outside 

- not allowed to form romantic attachments

- not allowed to have a family (and having any child you might have taken away from you)

- living with armed men instructed to kill you if you necessary 

- being constantly told you’re basically a walkign bomb so dangerous the world needs to be protected from you

- Living with the threat of the right of annulment your whole life

- Living with the threat of being made tranquil (yes yes, until you pass a horrifying test, unless you live in one of the circles that ignore that rule and oh yes the chantry and the circle has a huge monetary incentive to make you tranquil or suggest you allow them to make you tranquil even before the test)


Even if this prison - and it is a prison no matter how cosy the beds - doesn’t suffer from any abuse of power it’s still a horror show. But then I don’t think there will be a circle with no abuse. Just because predatory people are often dawn to positions where they can enact abuse and get away with it and the circle is the perfect place; no one gives a shit about the mages. Also, the only circles we’ve seen in game have been abusive, I find it odd to presume there must be a perfect circle where there is only the horrors of it being a prison.

And I haven’t even gotten into the whole idea that the Chantry makes money off making people tranquil, which kinda motivates them to make more mages tranquil, if only to keep the money flowing. Or that if the Chantry ever admitted that mages don’t need constant surveillance it means they will either have to admit that the templars are mainly there to be the Chantry’s military arm, or cut down on how many templars there are, and so weaken the Chantry’s power. (That’s what I mean when I say getting rid of the Circles would cost the Chantry too much.)


On the subject of ‘trying to rebuild the Tevinter Imperium’, I have to say the abuses of the Tevinter Imperium are not caused by magic, so assuming a society where Mages are free and able to be in positions of power, is going to be ‘like the Tevinter Imperium’ is just not how it works.

Slavery isn’t something exclusive to magic (well using spirits as slaves as well might be), and (blood) magic, is just the tool they use to enact their cruelty. If they had no magic they would find other ways. And to be frank, while I’m sure the other nations we have seen in game would claim moral superiority over Tevinter, I don’t think they can. Look at the way they treat the elves? Look at what the Chantry has done? Profiting off making people tranquil, making Templars addicted to something they control?

Also, remember the elves being sold into slavery in da:o? Do you think that was the only time that happened? It seems pretty unlikely doesn’t it?

So yes Tevinter is horrible, but I think the problem with saying ‘they want to rebuild the Tevinter Imperium’ is that it fails to recognise that the other nations have their own horrors and that depending on who (or what race) you are in Ferelden or Orlais, your life might already be as bad as that of the lowliest person in Tevinter.


It’s easy to judge the mage rebellion for causing too much destruction etc etc, but it’s not like the Chantry would ever have willingly let them go. The mages were pushed in a corner, they didn’t one day decide that they would cause this. I would love it if peaceful revolution was possible but it isn’t. It’s always a question of what are you willing to sacrifice to gain your freedom.


DA:I could have been a great morally muddled story about what is justified in the name of revolution, of freedom. It could’ve shown us a mage rebellion where some are forced to fight, where some mages only take revenge for the abuse they suffered, while others desperately tried to find peaceful ways to change the world. It could have shown us templars being pushed to the edge by the chantry, and those who gleefully hunt and kill mages. It could’ve shown us exactly how much it costs templars to break with the Chantry.

Cullen does to a degree show us and in DA2 we had Samson, but I would’ve liked something like a Knight-Captain who objected morally to the abuses of the Chantry, tried to reason with them to go against amoral orders and ended up with the Chantry cutting off his lyrium supply so he was forced to watch the templars under his command suffer and a few of them die. Actually that would’ve made a great quest that with show us exactly how little control templars really have.


I’m just going to end with some links with more information on the mages and the Circle/ Chantry/ templars. I think all these help to get the whole picture on the situation for mages, necessary to understand why revolution was unavoidable (and before you judge their rebellions as ‘going too far.’) 


1. A post discussing why Anders did what he did and why other options weren’t available. I’m not entirely decided on whether I support Anders’ actions myself, but this is an interesting read on why the mages had to rebel to gain any power and why it’s difficult to judge them for it. It also touches on more abuses of the Chantry.


2. A post with a number of reactions to the idea of the Circle being ‘a nice place’ which it can’t be by its very nature. Also mentions some other abuses that will happen in even ‘peaceful circles’ like Anders’ punishment of solitary confinement for a year, which is literal torture and if you want to understand to what extent a quick google search will do on why solitary confinement is torture.

3. A great post about why tranquility is not a mercy and in fact a system that is incredibly vulnerable to abuse (and not just in da2). Also touches on how the Circle provides the Chantry with funds (and so power, which of course makes their ‘magic is evil we will protect’ you bs stink a little more.)

4. A post discussing why not all templars can ‘just stop taking lyium’ which helps to show that they’re basically trapped in this system as well.

5. A post combining resources about the abuses the mages face in da2, I’d recommend reading it even if you feel you know all of them already because I’ve played da2 many many times and I was surprised by some of these. Also remember that just because this is the worst circle we’ve seen it does not mean the abuses are unique to this circle.

6. A post explaining more about the Chantry and why it needs its military arm, and how it abuses that power. ties in to how they can’t admit that mages don’t need constant surveillance without either admitting the real use of templars.

7. A post about the theory that templars aren’t meant to protect mages but are meant to make sure there aren’t too many mages. (In other words, they are there to kill mages.) I don’t necessarily agree with everything in the post, though it does make sense that the Chantry would limit how many mages there are in any one circle to prevent an uprising. Still the post contains some interesting discussions about the templars tactics and how they don’t make sense if they’re meant to just protect mages. This of course does not mean every day templars are aware of what the real order are and I imagine there are templars who truly believe they are meant to protect mages.

8. A really good post on why Meredith wasn’t ‘just doing what she thought best’ and was pretty horrible before the red lyrium business. Also, while it’s easy to say meredith does not represent the Chantry the fact is the Chantry never stepped in and at the very least it shows how rife this system is for abuse and how little people or the Chantry care what happens to mages.

A Threat To The Prince

[ Galra In My Garden ]

He’s there again. That purple wandering creature was up on that distant tree waiting for the Prince. Again. Shiro was not the captain of the Altean Royal Closed Protection Unit to miss that. That thing had been roaming the forest for a good while now and Shiro had left it alone because it really wasn’t exhibiting any suspicious behavior until yesterday


Yesterday was just another afternoon when the Prince decided to slip out of the castle again to gallivant. Shiro had decided to fetch Lance personally this time. All the other guards seemed to be intimidated by him because he was not just a Prince, but a crafty, sassy Prince who would talk his way out of these things. Hunk should be penalized for being tricked by Lance to make him all sorts of gadgets that only helped him escape. 

Shiro found him sleeping quietly under a tree, which wasn’t really wrong if he wasn’t a clueless Altean Prince who could pretty much never wake up if someone stabbed him right in the heart. The Captain sighed, scratching his head, a bit annoyed. Perhaps he should teach Lance a lesson by pretending to be a kidnapper. Pound him nicely in the chest or something. That would surely wake him up and make his body remember what threat meant. Yeah.

And that’s when it happened.

Just as Shiro was getting into pretend-murder mode, someone else was going into actual murder mode in the trees. He could feel the feral stare aimed at him, more like a protective warning than an actual aggressive threat but, still, there was killing intent and… Well, fuck. There was no time for Shiro’s little theatrical life-teaching threat now.

“Your Highness!” The captain called out, not openly acknowledging the possibly dangerous stranger within the vicinity. Shiro wasn’t sure what it was yet, what it wanted, if it had companions and whatnot but one thing remained clear to him. The creature was not aiming his killing intent at Lance, but at Shiro. Well, if it had beef with him then bring it. But they better limit it to the two of them and get the prince out of the way first.

That’s right. Priorities.

Prince!” Shiro yelled again, only for Lance to slightly stir, groaning as he lay on his side. The captain walked in casual big strides. The killing intent spiked up randomly and it was at this point that Shiro felt that there wasn’t cold-blooded murder in that aura.

It was a killing intent that centered on protecting Lance

Strange.

“Noooo, leave me, Allura.” Lance mumbled, waving his hand limply, making Shiro click his tongue.

Oh, for crying out loud!

Lance!”

Lance.

Keith could feel his Galra ears twitch involuntarily as soon as he heard the name. So that’s what he was called. He watched the big armored stranger walk up to the Prince and shake him awake. Upon realizing that this new person wasn’t a threat, Keith sheathed his dagger.

“Lance.” Keith whispered to himself, unable to process how he liked the way it slid out of his mouth like cool air on a hot afternoon. “Lance.”

As his face heated up, Keith tried to fight the way his lips curled itself into a smile as soon as he realized he had a name to call him now.

Lance.


Have a random drabble based on the last part of this list.

He’d learned his name from one of the guards who found the prince sleeping under a tree and fuck if Keith didn’t stab that large armored stranger had his Galra senses been a second late in realizing that this creature wasn’t a threat.