man who hates losing the most

Jason’s telling the Bellarke story, and it’s romantic.

*I’ve never written meta or spec or anything like that before, I am a known shitposter, but I had a lot on my mind so just stay with me while I attempt this.

Ok guys, I know the finale has us all drowning in our tears and the looming hellatus has us quivering in our boots, but I am here to offer a bit of Blarke hope.

Jason is writing romantic Bellarke. It’s in the story, and after the finale and his recent interviews I am more confident than ever. He might hate us, and want to torture us, and stretch this slow burn out as long as humanly possible, but he’s telling the a story and Bellarke is at the center of it. 

Now to my “evidence” or whatever:

The Writing

Let’s take a look at our most iconic Bellarke episodes over the last couple of years and also look at who wrote those episodes, focusing on two writers in particular: the show runner, and the man he was ready to hand over the reigns to.

  • 2x16: the iconic “together” moment, and the entire good-bye scene (Jason)
  • 3x02: Bellamy losing his shit, going after Clarke, the cave scene, “WE CANT LOSE CLARKE” (Aaron and Wade)
  • 3x15: “I trust you”, “You’re not the only one trying to save someone you care about.” “START WITH BELLAMY BLAKE” (Aaron and Wade)
  • 4x01: oh boy, “Thanks for keeping me alive”, Bellamy losing his shit both times Echo threatens Clarke’s life, the very intentional cut to Bellamy’s face when Clarke talks about /exa, the return of “princess” (Jason)
  • 4x12: roadtrip flirting, worried Bellamy as Clarke takes off her helmet, the blarke of it all (Aaron and Wade)
  • 4x13: the hug, the face caress that haunts my dreams, the entire head and the heart discussion, “I’ve got you for that”, “I left her behind”, Clarke radioing Bellamy every single day for 2199 days (Jason)
    • *yes I know other moments like the s2 reunion hug, the s3 beach hug, and the list episode were by other writers, but that’s not my focus

Are you seeing the pattern here? Either Jason or Aaron/Wade write the most important Bellarke scenes of each season. We have the biggest known Blarke writer on staff (imo) and the actual show runner responsible for these treasures. 

THEN, you add the fact that Jason was ready to let Aaron take over, if his other pilot got picked up. He trusted Aaron, a known Blarke stan, to continue the story he was telling. Isn’t that suspicious? 

But just think, our 2 biggest Bellarke episodes were written by Jason.


So we’re all aware that Jason says he knows where he wants the show to go for about 6 seasons - even if I still think 3a was a mess and not the original storyline for reasons. He has planned out how this show ends and he’s had that ending since he started. 

He wouldn’t be responsible for writing such iconic (romantic) Bellarke moments and interweaving that into the plot if it didn’t go anywhere. The man is trash and I wouldn’t trust him to buy my groceries, but he knows what he’s doing and he knows how to tell a story, even if he gets it twisted sometimes. He knows where to starts and how to end - which is why he writes the first and last episode of every season.

Their Story

“First of all, Bellamy and Clarke have always been at the center of this show. It has always been the story of — on some level — Clarke and her relationship to Bellamy. […]” -Jason Rothenberg

I think we’ve all learned to take Jason’s interviews with a grain of salt, but he knows what story he’s telling.

The show is about them. He is writing their story, and he has been from the beginning. Which is all especially evident when you look at the S1 script leaks that blessed us this year, and what was cut out, aka DAY TRIP. 

It’s been them from the start and it’s been romantic from day one. 

Anyway, This was my first shitty attempt at meta or spec or whatever and probably my last, but I think it’s just important to realize what’s going on despite how shitty Jroth is, he’s telling a certain story. 

But add on to this if you want. Thanks!

Pretty. Odd.- Tyler Bate

This is my first try at actually putting one of these up. God, I hope it’s alright.
Tyler Bate x reader

@wwesmutdonedirtcheap (I said I’d tag you in it, hope you like it)

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Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.

Y/N remembered the exact moment she decided she wanted to be a pro wrestler. She had been in the audience of an NXT taping in 2013 and one match in particular caught her attention. It had been a bout between Paige and Summer Rae. The fiery passion was evident between the raven haired Brit and the tall blonde, putting their all into every move they made. Paige came out with the victory but both had been excellent performers. Y/N was inspired, so much so that she began training a few months later.

It was around this time that she began to pay more attention to indie wrestling, PROGRESS quickly becoming a favourite of hers. She always wanted to go to one of their shows but could never save up enough money from her dead end job at the supermarket to get a ticket. When she finally managed, it was for the event titled “Chapter 44: Old Man Yells At Cloud” (why must they insist on the hilariously weird names?) The highlight of the evening was finally, FINALLY, being able to see British Strong Style in action. She had narrowly missed out on going to the UK Championship Tournament in Blackpool, a slight annoyance to her due to the fact that half of the people who trained with her has gone to witness history in the making, so having Pete, Trent and Tyler in front of her was almost too much to handle. Translation: Y/N was a mess by the end of the night. Despite their defeat, she was still elated by the three men who she so adored.

Now, Y/N wasn’t a huge name in the UK wrestling scene but she still had her name out there so people did hire her from time to time. However, when the call came about a little event entitled “Chapter 46: I Like To Chill Out Here And Shoot Some Dinosaurs”, she was a little shocked. The request was nothing massive, just a small promo to introduce herself to PROGRESS, and yet she was ecstatic! This could finally be her big break!

The night of the show brought a petrified feeling to the young woman; what if they didn’t like her? She had been so focused on working out what she was going to say that she hadn’t even pondered the possibility that it could all go horribly wrong; meaning that when the thought did finally hit her, it was at the worst possible time- minutes before she was to make an entrance. Panic ensued and Y/N was frantic, struggling to wrap her tape correctly and tugging at the ends of her hair as a coping mechanism (a failed coping mechanism, mind you.) Hearing some of the other wrestlers chuckling at her flailing form was not helping calm her mind. A hand grabbed one of hers and finished wrapping her hand up before moving on to the other. Had she been able to form a coherent sentence, Y/N would have gladly thanked the…. man, judging by the shape and size of the hand holding her arm, and most likely would have apologised for being a nuisance.

“Take your time when wrapping up, you’ll wrap it too tight if you rush like that. Would hate for you to lose the flow of blood to your hands, you wouldn’t be able to do much wrestling if they fell off.” Inwardly groaning, she raised her head to confirm that this was who she thought.

Moustache? Check!

Glasses? Check!

Adorable face? Check, Check, Check!

“Y/N, right? I’ve watched you on YouTube. You’re really good.” It was like someone had smacked her in the face with praise, she couldn’t help the blush flooding her face. Tyler Bate was complimenting her wrestling.

“Yeah, that’s me! I meant that’s my name not that I know I’m good. I mean, I know I’m good but I’m not boastful, you’re awesome! Big fan, big…fan…. I’ll shut up now.” Hey God? If you could kill me now, that’d be great! she thought, not able to control the words leaving her mouth. One thing she couldn’t deny was that she was an absolute oddball, stumbling constantly over her words, talking too fast, pushing the boundaries of what society views as sane. The universe couldn’t give her a day off just so she could talk to Tyler, of course not. Luckily for her, he just laughed and pushed his glasses up.

“Nervous? Don’t be. That may sound simple coming from me but trust me, I get nervous all the time. Nearly had a damn heart attack speaking to Triple H the first time I met him. You’ll do amazing, I’m certain.”

“If you say so. I have a reputation for being pretty odd so I’m hoping that doesn’t come through and ruin this for me all thanks to my massive mouth and the constant flow of ‘Panic! At The Disco’ lyrics going through my head instead of regular thoughts. I’m a pathetic mess,” she paused to take a breath before continuing to spew word vomit, “I’m probably bothering you but you’re too nice to say it. Happens all the time to me, I’m a walking, talking ball of annoying.”

Tyler didn’t seem to mind the ‘pathetic mess’ though, really showing his age with his smile. The moment soon came to an end as one of the guys backstage alerted Y/N that her music was about to hit. However, before he walked away, Tyler decided to make his move. “Trent, Pete and I are gonna grab something to eat after the show. Do you…want to join me- I mean, join us?“ By this point, he was as flustered as Y/N, blushing and scratching the back of his neck. Y/N nodded and kissed his cheek.

The promo went off with out a hitch and Y/N got to spend the rest of the show backstage, watching Moustache Mountain in their match. She got a few funny looks from the others in the back after they won; she squealed and flailed, looking mental in the process. After the show was over, the four wrestlers went to a restaurant (vegan friendly, of course), the experience allowed Y/N to see how each of BSS acted outside of the ring.

Trent loved to laugh, relishing in each and every joke that left the lips of his three companions that evening. He was extremely friendly to her, giving her advice on wrestling when she asked, and he gave her his phone number, saying that she shouldn’t hesitate to call or text him for anything, even just to chat. Peter was laidback. Though he would never admit it, he appreciated the company of his, albeit few, friends. He wasn’t short of stories to tell either, whether they were about British Strong Style or someone like Sami Callihan. And Tyler…well, he was just as odd as Y/N was. She and Trent got a good laugh at watching him try and pick up an ice cube in his drink by sucking through a straw. He did that for about five minutes before giving up and returning to his food.

Come the end of the night, the four had returned to the hotel they were staying at, Tyler walking Y/N back to her room. Pete and Trent had already gone to theirs. They found themselves stood at the door to the room, silence falling between them.

“Thanks for inviting me out after the show, I really enjoyed myself. It’s kind of nice knowing that we all have stuff in common besides wrestling.” She laughed, watching as Tyler began to scratch the back of his neck again. He took a deep breath, “Would you like to go out again sometime? I mean, just you and me? If that’s alright with you, of course because the boys can come if not and I-” Y/N cut him off with a quick kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a sweet, simple kiss, something that made them both smile. She laughed once more, “I must say, your moustache tickles.”

“You’re an oddball. I do like that, though.”

With a goodnight kiss, Y/N closed the door. What she didn’t realise was that on the other side, her moustached companion had the biggest smile on his face and was already beginning to search for restaurants on his phone. She received a text just before she fell asleep.

Goodnight, Oddball.

Yeah, this one was a keeper.

~Bonnie&Clyde / A New Musical Sentence Starters ~
  • “These are things you take a chance for.”
  • “I´m gonna shoot my way out.”
  • “I don´t intend to waste my life ´round here.”
  • “Pull three jobs? What does that mean?”
  • “This world will remember me.”
  • “Your face should be up on the silver screen.”
  • “I always knew I´d be a star.”
  • “We weren´t born to live and die in _______,”
  • “We can´t spend our whole lives hidin´,”
  • “Now pull yourself together, because you´ve gone pale.”
  • “I´ve been dreaming of a hot meal with you as my dessert.”
  • “I ain´t like these other women.”
  • “How ´bout a dance?”
  • “You´ll lose the blues and you may lose your heart.”
  • “Would you stop tugging at my sleeve?”
  • “He´s no bed of roses.”
  • “We both know you can do better than him.”
  • “I know you won´t do better than me.”
  • “There´s no man who could love you like I do.”
  • “All I know is that I never felt like this.”
  • “I wouldn´t change him if I could.”
  • “I always knew what I was taking on.”
  • “You don´t have no say, your heart decides.”
  • “Most girls would hate to be standing in my shoes.”
  • “You never think what´s down the road while the fairytale is real.”
  • “All I did was rob a few stores.”
  • “I´ve been broken by the devil, “
  • “I won´t get to heaven, why not raise a little hell?”
  • “Why would have thought that a waitress from _____ would have the  guts to bust me out?”
  • “My name is gonna make the history books.”
  • “You said you´d go straight!”
  • “‘Hell of a Ride!* will be the words on our epitaphs.”
  • “This cold world will remember us.”
  • “You cannot buy your soul back. God don´t make that kind of deal.”
  • “I gotta get out now while I still can.”
  • “It ain´t my fault, I had no choice.”
  • “I wouldn´t hurt you for the world, babe.”
  • “I´ll get through this  ´cause I´m leaving.”
  • “We were born to be together.”
  • “My mistake is loving you. Even if I walked away my heart won´t let me get  far.”
  • “I must  be in love or else I´m going mad.”
  • “Why do folks wanna be heroes?”
  • “Dyin´ ain´t so bad, not if you both go together.”
  • “Only when one´s left behind does it get sad.”
  • “A short and lovin´ life, that ain´t so bad.”
  • “I´m sorry, but I´m not that strong.”
  • “The´re some things in life you can´t replace.”
  • “I don´t need to end up in a rocking chair.”
  • “Seems you get to live your life just once.”
  • “Just hold me darlin´.”
  • “This  night should have meant  so much more.”
  • “This never happened before.”
Snape is neither unequivocally good nor bad, and that is what makes him interesting: an analysis

Fan conversations about Severus Snape in the Harry Potter series are very polarized. There are fans who are very sympathetic towards him and others fans who think he is the worst, to put it in simplified terms. I can’t help to think both of these stark sets of opinions are wrong and I really wish fans were more willing to analyze Snape’s role in the overall story (rather than just his individual actions) and what they mean thematically and symbolically. So here we go…

We’re supposed to draw specific parallels between Harry, Snape, and Voldemort. In Deathly Hallows, Harry specifically refers to the three of them as the lost boys of Hogwarts. They all are (1) half-blood wizards with (2) not-so-great home lives (3) who have some particular magical talents (4) who find a place and home at Hogwarts.

Now the connections and similarities between Harry and Tom Riddle have been pointed out explicitly since at least Chamber of Secrets. However, this is also the book where Dumbledore tells us that it is our choices, far more than our abilities, that determine who we are. Snape fitting into the comparison with Harry and Voldemort is only uncovered in the last book, when his full backstory is revealed. Because there is so much going on in that book, including just what’s going on with Snape, this nuance gets overlooked in the analysis of the Harry Potter saga.

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X-Men 101: Cyclops

Scott “Slim” Summers isn’t just a mutant, X-Man, or leader of X-Men. He is the X-Men. Cyclops is fundamentally important to the legacy and ideology of mutantkind – more so than Professor X or his ideological counterpart Magneto. His name is as controversial in the modern Marvel universe as it likely is at your local comic shop. Today we’ll discuss the personal history of Scott Summers, (most of) what he has done since his 1963 introduction, and why he is now so polarizing.

Scott Summers grew up in Anchorage, Alaska. His father, a US Air Force Major, would take the family on flights in their plane. On one fateful flight the plane was attacked by a Shi’ar Spaceship. With the plane in flames, Scott’s parents attached the only parachute to him and told him to hold onto his brother, Alex. The plane went down after the boys jumped and Scott suffered an injury to his brain upon landing, damaging the part that would have enabled him to control his optic blasts. Both Summers boys suffered traumatic amnesia as a result of the experience.

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A victorian geneticist and supervillain known as Mister Sinister took and interest in the Summers boys. You’ll notice that Sinister comes up a lot. He became fascinated with the Summer’s genetic line and believed that Scott was capable of producing “pure mutant” children. Sinister believed that Scott had more potential than his brother and separated the two boys, rendering Scott more vulnerable to emotional manipulation.  

Scott had been placed in the State Home for Foundlings in Nebraska, and was subjected to a battery of tests and experiments by the orphanage owner – Mister Sinister in disguise. As a teenager, Scott began to suffer from severe headaches and was sent to a specialist (who was, again, Mister Sinister in disguise). Sinister would go on to provide Scott with lenses made of ruby quartz to neutralize his optic blasts.  

Scott’s mutant power does, however, erupted from his eyes later on with a blast of uncontrollable concussive force. The blast demolished a crane, causing it to drop its payload toward a terrified crowd. Scott saved everyone by blasting the payload again, but the frightened crowd rallied into an angry mob against him. Scott fled by jumping onto a freight train and was found by Charles Xavier. When asked to join the X-Men Scott accepted and became the first official member.

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The initial team was lead by Cyclops and featured Marvel Girl (Jean Grey), Beast (Hank McCoy), Iceman (Bobby Drake), and Angel (Warren Worthington III). Professor X provided Scott with a visor made of ruby quartz to better control his blasts in the field. He was a skilled tactician and field leader, but he stood out from the rest of the team in that he had basically no social skills.

Cyclops was friendly towards the guys on the team, but had fallen head over heels for Jean Grey. While Warren was using his good looks and wealth to put the moves on Jean, he would remove himself from the situation and brood. Jean wasn’t into Angel’s posturing though; something about Scott’s demeanor and soft strength drove her wild. The pair eventually declare their love – a love that would ultimately shape many of the events to come.

Speaking of X-Men events, Scott has been at the center of pretty much all of them. Over 50 years of intersecting stories and comic events, actually. So instead of going in-depth on everything that happens to Scott, let’s hit all the early high notes:

  • Scott saves his brother Alex (Havok), and there is bad blood between them
  • Cyclops trains a new group of X-Men to rescue the original group from Krakoa
  • The original team retires, with the exception of Scott who remains the leader
  • On the new team’s first mission a mutant dies and it haunts Scott
  • Coming back from space, Jean Grey pilots a shuttle with the X-Men through radiation
  • Jean bonds with a cosmic being known as “The Phoenix Force” to survive
  • Going by “The Phoenix,” Jean’s love affair with Scott grows more passionate
  • Scott meets the father he presumed dead – Corsair, of the Starjammers
  • The Phoenix becomes the Dark Phoenix and consumes a star, killing billions
  • Jean wrestles control back from The Phoenix and dies to protect the universe

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Believing the love of his life to be dead, Scott leaves the X-Men for a while. At a family reunion of the Summers’ clan, Scott met Madelyne Pryor – a pilot for his grandparents who was identical in appears to Jean Grey. He was unaware that Madelyne was actually a clone of Jean created by none other than Mister Sinister. Madelyne was programmed to fall in love with Scott to produce the most powerful mutant of all time (for Sinister’s use).

Madelyne and Scott soon wed and she became pregnant. Scott’s future son would be named “Nathan” due to a suggestion implanted in Madelyne by Mister Sinister, although you may better know him as the badass man out of time “Cable.”

Madelyne and Scott’s relationship turned rocky after the birth of their son, as Scott would often leave in the middle of the night to go on X-Men missions. When Jean Grey had been discovered alive at the bottom of Jamaica Bay by The Avengers, Scott was hit hard. He didn’t know how to handle her return in light of his crumbling marriage and connection with the imposter Phoenix who took her place years earlier. Scott, tragically, left Madelyne and baby Nathan.

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Jean founded X-Factor to find and protect new mutants and return the team to Charles’ original vision, Madelyne Pryor was put into a coma by a Marauder attack, Baby Nathan was kidnapped by Sinister, and Jean absorbed the memories of both the imposter Phoenix and Madelyne. Comic books, amirite?

Skipping much further ahead (Cyclops is at the centre of almost every mutant event), Scott goes through a shift towards militarism after the actual death of Jean Grey and becomes involved with former villain Emma Frost. Actually, they had a psychic affair before Jean passed (gasp!).

Scott would later reform X-Force as an assassination squad, have a falling-out with Wolverine, and wage war with The Avengers over the return of the Phoenix Force. During the Avengers vs X-Men Marvel mega-event, Scott is possessed by this cosmic force along with five other mutants (known as the Phoenix Five). After a number of battles, Scott absorbs all of the power possessed by his teammates and goes mad. Professor X tried to talk Scott down from this power frenzy and (in a pretty damning panel) is killed by Cyclops.

Scott was imprisoned for his deeds, but had no regrets over his actions as the return of the Phoenix Force meant new mutants throughout the world for the first time since House of M (in which Scarlet Witch famously decimated the mutant population). Not long after, Magneto would free Scott from prison and Cyclops would become a mutant revolutionary.

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Not agreeing with Scott’s actions, Beast brought the original X-Men forward in time so that they could remind Cyclops of Charles’ vision of peaceful co-existence. The team failed to sway Scott back to the path of peaceful co-existence. This speaks volumes to how numerous events, deaths, and time itself had hardened Scott. He was no longer fighting for was was right so much as he was fighting for mutant kind itself – at all costs.

Scott’s story comes to a close in Death of X. I won’t spoil what happens to him or what the fallout was because (honestly?) I like the concepts too much to spoil them.

Why is Cyclops the quintessential X-Man? Is he even a hero? Though Scott is hated now more than ever, he remains the most important mutant of the Marvel universe. Without him the entire mutant species might have become extinct or worse – used as weapons for the highest bidders. He abandoned his wife and child, had an affair with another woman, and is arguably the reason why the Inhumans went to war with the X-Men. Still, I can’t say he was ever a real villain. Just a man who has had too many loses and was too focused on his life’s work to see the forest through the trees.

As you might imagine, seeing what Adult Cyclops became was traumatic for the time-displaced Cyclops. The bright sliver of hope for Scott Summers is how his life of trauma and manipulation can serve as guidance for Young Cyclops to not make the same mistakes.

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Dallas Winston
- ok this boy would curse sooooo much
- ‘Fuck, SHIT, god, man, fuck, who the fuck has that?’
- ‘ha I got it ya little shit!’
- 'What the fuck no u timed it wrong?!’
- he is a competitive little shit
Johnny Cade
- ok Johnny would be the absolute fucking best at it
- very stealthy and gracefully
- '1…2…3..-’
- 'got it!’
- ’…how the fuck?’
Two bit Matthews
-usually the one counting
- always fucking laughing
- gives the most random objects to find
- 'Two…we are in Oklahoma with no ocean access.’
- 'I want a surfboard god damn it!’
- very stubborn
- also hates losing and will be very butt hurt
Steve Randle
- 'ah shit ah shit ah shit’
- not graceful
- …like at all
- 'who put that fucking bucket their?!’
- 'stop counting so fast!’
- 'Soda imma skin you if u keep countin that fast!’
- laughs hysterically at everyone else
- also a very competitive shit
Sodapop Curtis
- he’s does the frantic yell type thing
- the entire time he is looking for something he does that
- very chaotic and frantic
- it’s hilarious
Ponyboy Curtis
- very graceful during the first few seconds the nets very very clumsy
- quiet but frantic
- when he’s running out of time he repeats Darry’s name over and over again monotonously
- 'Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry HeLp.’
Darry Curtis
- ’…children.’
- he’s too good for this shit
- 'if you break anything Randle I’ll throw you out so fast it will make ur head spin.’
- 'I can’t play I’m busy being a mature person.’
- ends up playing and being a complete child

The Adventures of Mother Fuckin’ Robin Hood

Disclaimer: This is a long fucking post but fuck it, I don’t care.

Chances are that you haven’t seen the 1938 Warner Bros. classic masterpiece The Adventures of Robin Hood with Errol Flynn and Olivia De Havilland. If this is the case, fix this issue right the fuck now.

So. Why should you watch this absolute eye-buffet of wonder and dreams?

First of all it’s fucking gorgeous.

The production was over $2 million, which at the time was nothing to sneeze at. For 1938, it was the most expensive film WB ever produced, and it shows. Everything from the costuming, to the scenery, to the intricate matte paintings are like pieces of art themselves. Robin Hood was filmed completely in technicolor. So despite it coming out in a time of black and white, the entire movie was in full, beautiful color. To put it in some perspective, The Wizard of Oz came out just a year later.

I’m not the only one who thinks so, either. It was so well received when it came out, it won 3 out of 4 Oscars: Best Art Direction, Best Music, and Best Editing. In 1995, it was deemed “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant” by the US Library of fuckin’ Congress. 

Secondly, it’s got some fucking talent.

See this guy? See this handsome motherfucker right here? This is Errol Fucking Flynn. The Dread Pirate Roberts only wishes he was this charismatic.

Errol Flynn was the man who solidified the image of Robin Hood forever. He did for Robin Hood what Christopher Reeves did for Superman. Everything from his cadence, to his genius dialog, to the way he wears those tights, is the epitome of Rob of Locksley.




On top of Mr. Flynn here, you’ve got the great Basil Rathbone as Sir Guy (which, Sherlock fans should note, played Sherlock Holmes in the 1930′s films. Errol Flynn was cast in two pirate movies - Captain Blood and Sea Hawk. So Sherlock might never have gotten to be a pirate, but he was able to fight one)

The beautiful Olivia de Havilland as Maid Marian Fitzwalter

And Claude Rains as the diabolical Prince John.

Now comes the fun part - it completely holds up today.

You might think that something like Robin Hood (especially an older movie) might be dated or dry. You, sir, are dead fucking wrong.

The fights are well choreographed and fun to watch.

When shit is tense, shit is motherfucking tense. You’re invested.

Secondly, and here comes the funsies: it has a socially progressive message in its story and characters.

Now on the one hand: duh, it’s Robin Hood. But think of how many ways a white hetero male in his early thirties winning the girl and being the underdog to come out on top at the end has been a masculine power trip. This is not the case here. Let’s go beat by beat.

First, let’s look at Robin Hood himself.

He’s already breaking the mold simply because of his backstory in the movie’s context. 

Rob of Locksley is a nobleman. He comes from a family of power and wealth, and has the means to live comfortably, even in a time of great oppression. He gives it up, however, and instead risks his life and his lineage to help those without his social privileges. He never thinks himself above those with less, and outwardly challenges those with power instead of safely gaining their favor.

While he is a devilishly handsome, light-hearted hero, his motherly attentiveness and kind nature are traditionally “feminine” traits, which you would not see in most action heroes today. He is sympathetic without a “tragic backstory,” and can be serious without losing his sense of fun and adventure. He’s not just a man on a mission, he’s a character, and seeing his story is fun

I’d also like to point out that while he is a Saxon noble, and many of the people he defends are Saxons oppressed by Normans, he holds no prejudice against Norman people in general, even caring for those Normans who have suffered from the hands of Prince John themselves.

“It’s injustice I hate, not the Normans.”

Secondly, let’s look at Maid Marian

In an era where the damsel in distress is not only common but expected, Maid Marian kicks those expectations in the motherfucking ballsack.

Yes, she is demure and soft and all things pretty, but she has a voice, and a pretty strong one at that. From the moment she meets Robin, she doesn’t hide the fact that she finds outlaws repulsive, and does not give him the false sense of politeness Prince John does. She, like Robin, is a noble. More than that, she is a royal ward of King Richard, thus giving her a status of power and immunity (mostly) that others do not.

The romance between Robin and Marian is only part of the reason Marian opens her eyes to the horrors Prince John has brought upon England. While in Sherwood Forest, she sees the treachery done to poor, innocent people that Robin now takes care of himself. That, in effect, brings her to the realization that to do nothing is just as bad as siding with those who oppress, maim and kill to begin with.

While she does face peril and is in need of a rescue by the very end, she’s not the only one. Half way through the film, Robin gets caught in a trap laid by Prince John (that he stupidly went into knowing it was a trap anyway because he thought it’d be fun).

Marian, wrought with grief and worry, risks her own safety and standing with the Normans and sneaks out to a tavern where Robin’s men are cooped up, trying to come up with a plan. She goes completely alone and unprotected, and begs the men to believe that her intentions are good. She gives them their plan to protect Robin from a hanging. This, ultimately, leads to her being caught by Sir Guy and imprisoned. But not before she gives an impassioned speech that I have memorized by heart:

“At first I wouldn’t believe. Because I was a Norman I wouldn’t let myself believe that the horrors you inflicted on the Saxons weren’t just and right. I know now why you want to kill this outlaw whom you despise. It’s because he was the one man in England who protected the helpless against those who were drunk on human blood. And now you intend to murder your own brother.”

“You’ll be sorry you interfered.”

“Sorry? I’d do it again if you killed me for it.”

It’s also fun to note that while Sir Guy is romantically inclined towards her in the beginning of the movie, it is not the leading message in his and Robin’s Rivalry. She’s not a prize to be won, or a piece of meat to be fought over like a couple of dogs. She is an integral part of the plot, so much so that while she would like nothing more than to live with Robin in Sherwood in happiness, she knows that she’d do more good behind enemy lines, risking her own safety on a daily basis in order to help keep the people of England safe.

Maid Marian isn’t a feeble woman for Robin Hood to rescue. They need each other equally, and rely on one another, which is what makes their romance so wonderful. 


AoRH passes the Bechdel Test

This person

and this person

get together, and it’s the most adorable thing in the goddamn world.

Also, Robin has a sexually questionable effeminate cousin named Will Scarlet.


In summery:


Home - Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith - SFW

Title: Home
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Rick And Morty
Setting: Morty’s Bedroom
Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith
Characters: Rick Sanchez, Morty Smith, Mr. Needful (Mentioned)
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 418
Type of Work: Drabble
Status: Complete
Warnings: Slash, Gay, Yaoi, Incest, C137cest, Grandfather/Grandson Incest, Light Incest, Alcoholism, Trauma Mention, Fluff, Unbeta’d
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: Nothing felt like home like being in his grandpa’s arms. Rick was like home like nothing else would ever be.

AN: Came across a prompt that made me want to write some lovely Rorty. I mean, everything makes me want to write some Rorty, but here we are, I guess. xD This is my first fic in this fandom, woo! I hope you guys enjoy!

Note: Morty is 16 here.

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Rick Sanchez was a lot of things. An estranged father, a manipulative drunk, a depressed man trying to cover up his insecurities with drugs and alcohol and sex. He was an abuser, a user, the kind of man who would sell your soul to Mr. Needful for free if he felt fickle enough, and wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep over it. 

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A Pirate’s Life For Me

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

A/N: Pirate Robb would be hot. Oooooo I love pirate Robb. Someone tell Richard Madden to audition for Pirates of the Caribbean

Prompt; After the Red Wedding, Robb Stark has done the most un-Robb thing possible. He’s let his mother, wife, and unborn child die and instead of avenging them, he flees like a coward. Now, a couple years later, Robb’s turned himself into one of the few Pirate Lord’s left pillaging through the free cities of Essos. One day you find yourself aboard his ship and he realizes by the purple of your eyes that you’re the Targaryen everyone's been searching for. At first he wants to sell you to Daenerys Targaryen for an incredibly large amount of gold and jewels, but then the longer the two of you are on the ship together, the more fond he becomes of you.  

Today was not supposed to go like this. It was just supposed to be a simple get in, get out scenario and no one would’ve even noticed. You’d checked three different times and no one was supposed to be on the ship. They’d all gone up to the brothel an hour ago, even the captain. 

It’s not like you were going to take anything fancy; a few loaves of bread, some apples, maybe a small jewel or two that you could sell on the street. Whatever you took, they weren’t going to miss it. The ship had enough supplies to support the largest army in the world. 

The bottom line was, you weren’t supposed to get caught. But, here you were, tied to a wooden poll, feet bound, and watching a grimy pirate pace around in front of you. 

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#can we talk for a moment about Killian’s face? #you know that pirate who hated himself for +300yo? #that man who became what he loathes the most? #who made things he isn’t proud of #and still guilty over them #well look at his faces right here #look at this lil smile #look at this face of a man hearing from the woman he loves that she can’t lose him #that she wants to AND WILL see the best in him #who knows he will never let her down #who put faith in him #who opens her heart to #WHO BELIEVES AND KNOWS HE IS NOT THAT PERSON ANYMORE #EMMA SWAN KNOWS HE’S KILLIAN JONES #A MAN OF HONOR #WHO LOVES TOO DEEPLY FOR HIS OWN GOOD #AND WHO WILL GO TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD(s) AND TIME FOR HER #WHO TRADED HIS SHIP TO FIND HER #TO SEE HER AGAIN #SO NOW LOOK AT KILLIAN’S FACE #AND CRY WITH ME PLS

Suits You

Fandom: Marvel Avengers

Word count: 1745

Characters: T’Challa x reader, Steve Rogers 

Warnings: mentions of violence and attempted murder

Summary: Requested by @sailorcrescentpotter1 . T’Challa isn’t expecting to fight a panther when he joins Team Iron Man.

A/N: I’m not sure I like the ending to this, so I may write a second part. Thoughts?

You knew as soon as you woke up and saw sunlight brightening your bedroom that it would be a nice day. You preferred days when the weather was good- it meant that you didn’t have to spend hours trapped indoors. So as you got up and ate breakfast, you were in a good mood.

If you lived in New York, doubtless you’d have had to get up horribly early for some soul-destroying, mind-numbing job. But you didn’t live in the city. You lived in a small cottage a few hours outside it, paid for by the few jobs you’d done for SHIELD. It suited you just fine.

Life in what most would consider isolation wouldn’t appeal to most people. But it appealed to you. You had struggled to spend time in crowds ever since HYDRA tried to capture you. Besides, your particular gift tended to panic people if they spotted you at the wrong moment.

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Patton’s Speech to the Third Army, June 5th, 1944

Gentlemen, be seated,

Men, all this stuff you hear about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league ball players and the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Battle is the most significant competition in which a man can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base.

You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would be killed in a major battle. Every man is scared in his first action. If he says he’s not, he’s a goddamn liar. But the real hero is the man who fights even though he’s scared. Some men will get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real man never lets his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood.

All through your army career you men have bitched about what you call ‘this chicken-shit drilling.’ That is all for a purpose—to ensure instant obedience to orders and to create constant alertness. This must be bred into every soldier. I don’t give a fuck for a man who is not always on his toes. But the drilling has made veterans of all you men. You are ready! A man has to be alert all the time if he expects to keep on breathing. If not, some German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit. There are four hundred neatly marked graves in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job—but they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before his officer did.

An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is bullshit. The bilious bastards who write that stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know any more about real battle than they do about fucking. And we have the best team—we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor bastards we’re going up against.

All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single man in the army plays a vital role. So don’t ever let up. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every truck driver decided that he didn’t like the whine of the shells and turned yellow and jumped headlong into a ditch? That cowardly bastard could say to himself, 'Hell, they won’t miss me, just one man in thousands.’ What if every man said that? Where in the hell would we be then? No, thank God, Americans don’t say that. Every man does his job. Every man is important. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster is needed to bring up the food and clothes for us because where we are going there isn’t a hell of a lot to steal. Every last damn man in the mess hall, even the one who boils the water to keep us from getting the GI shits, has a job to do.

Each man must think not only of himself, but think of his buddy fighting alongside him. We don’t want yellow cowards in the army. They should be killed off like flies. If not, they will go back home after the war, goddamn cowards, and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we’ll have a nation of brave men.

One of the bravest men I saw in the African campaign was on a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were moving toward Tunis. I stopped and asked him what the hell he was doing up there. He answered, 'Fixing the wire, sir.’ 'Isn’t it a little unhealthy up there right now?’ I asked. 'Yes sir, but this goddamn wire has got to be fixed.’ I asked, 'Don’t those planes strafing the road bother you?’ And he answered, 'No sir, but you sure as hell do.’ Now, there was a real soldier. A real man. A man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty appeared at the time.

And you should have seen the trucks on the road to Gabès. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they crawled along those son-of-a-bitch roads, never stopping, never deviating from their course with shells bursting all around them. Many of the men drove over 40 consecutive hours. We got through on good old American guts. These were not combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost.

Sure, we all want to go home. We want to get this war over with. But you can’t win a war lying down. The quickest way to get it over with is to get the bastards who started it. We want to get the hell over there and clean the goddamn thing up, and then get at those purple-pissing Japs. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. So keep moving. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper-hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler.

When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually. The hell with that. My men don’t dig foxholes. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have or ever will have. We’re not just going to shoot the bastards, we’re going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.

Some of you men are wondering whether or not you’ll chicken out under fire. Don’t worry about it. I can assure you that you’ll all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Shoot them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and you realize that it’s not dirt, it’s the blood and gut of what was once your best friend, you’ll know what to do.

I don’t want any messages saying 'I’m holding my position.’ We’re not holding a goddamned thing. We’re advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding anything except the enemy’s balls. We’re going to hold him by his balls and we’re going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We’re going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.

There will be some complaints that we’re pushing our people too hard. I don’t give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. My men don’t surrender. I don’t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That’s not just bullshit either. I want men like the lieutenant in Libya who, with a Luger against his chest, swept aside the gun with his hand, jerked his helmet off with the other and busted the hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he picked up the gun and he killed another German. All this time the man had a bullet through his lung. That’s a man for you!

Don’t forget, you don’t know I’m here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I’m not supposed to be commanding this army. I’m not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamned Germans. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl 'Ach! It’s the goddamned Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again!’

Then there’s one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the great World War Two?’ You won’t have to cough and say, 'Well, your granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.’ No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Third Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named George Patton!’

All right, you sons of bitches. You know how I feel. I’ll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle anytime, anywhere. That’s all.

It’s the 11th hour and I’ve got Zero Chill left. It’s time for the facts and the cold hard truth.

If you think your vote doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, you’re wrong: Obama won NC by 2 votes per precinct. Al Gore lost the entirety of Florida by a mere 573 votes, and therefore lost the election to George W. Bush. Etc and so on.

If you’ve never voted before, let now be the first time: history is littered with the bodies of women and people of color who have quite literally fought and died for this right.

If you believe you don’t like either candidate and therefore will vote for a 3rd party, you are literally throwing away your vote. A 3rd party candidate will not win this election. I’m sorry that the system is unfair, but sadly, that is the way it is. This is not the time for a symbolic protest vote. Only one of two people is winning this election: any vote that does NOT go towards one just gives the other a leg up.

Here’s a quote from Twitter that I’m shamelessly stealing for its spot-on truth: “A third party vote is a gamble with the rights & safety of people who have the most to lose. IMHO, that is *not* a noble use of conscience.”

How will your conscience feel when we’re all living with a fascist sociopath running our country?

We’re facing the possibility of a future run by a man who feeds on racism, misogyny, homophobia, and xenophobia, who laughs about sexual assault and rape, who uses threats and violence and rampant lies as truth.

A man who is supported by the Klu Klux Klan (the oldest of America’s hate groups, who want to “purify” our society of black people, queer people Jewish people, immigrants, etc.), Neo-Nazis (those who adore Adolph Hitler, his ideals, and deny the mass genocide that he committed), and Russia (a government that hides its dictatorship behind the façade of “federation”).

A man who wants to build a wall around Mexico (because he believes they’re all rapists), who wants to enforce “special” IDs and extra watch on certain regions/religions/people of color, which will lead to internment camps i.e. WWII, who wants to repeal Roe v. Wade (a woman’s right to her own body), whose supporters want to take away women’s right to vote, whose VP fully endorses Conversion Therapy (using anything, including electroshock therapy to “make” queer people straight), jailed a woman for having a miscarriage, and wants women to pay for funerals of their aborted fetuses, who wants to defund Planned Parenthood (the biggest health care provider women have in our country and the only support low-income women and families have) because they’re so scared of abortion though PP mainly provides birth control, STD, cancer screenings, whose supporters are purposely trying to lose black/brown voter registration and discourage everyone they can with the use of guns and intimidation at the polls, who believes that people with PTSD (and I’m sure any mental health issue) just “aren’t strong,” who actively supports violence and harassment of those who disagree with him, who wants to put guns in the hands of everyone possible, etc. etc. etc.

A man who asked why we can’t use nuclear weapons three times within the first hour of his first security briefing.

A man who needs his Twitter taken away by the “Adults” on his campaign cannot have nuclear launch codes.

A man whose only platform is the reliance on fear, hatred, scapegoating, ignorance, and your willingness to stay ignorant.

Another lifted Twitter quote: “I understand feeling disillusioned by this election, but how you vote is quite literally life or death for some people. That’s not hyperbole.”

Poor = your fault. Women = worthless, just an object. Not Christian = terrorist. Queer = unnatural, need to be “fixed.” Black/Brown = DANGER, thugs & rapists, shoot on sight.

GERMANY THEMSELVES and survivors of the Holocaust have been trying to point out how much he sounds like Hitler. HITLER.

People have been wondering for decades: if they lived in the reign of Hitler, would they have been strong enough to see it? Would they have been strong enough to stand up against him? Would they have the courage to take action to stop him? This is no longer a What If? Scenario; it’s happening all over again. You have a chance to find out.

More Twitter lifting: “Privilege is not an accusation. It is not a point of pride, nor a point of shame. Privilege or lack thereof is simply a context. So if someone accuses you of “privilege,” they’re not accusing you of being who you are. They’re telling you that you’re missing a context.”

Do not miss the context of how important this vote is. If you think this will not affect you, then you have the privilege of missing the context. Not just your right to vote, not just how each voice matters, but how important this terrifying election is. How many millions of people, not just in the USA, but around the entire world, a wrong outcome would affect.

If you don’t like my opinions, you have every right to unfollow. But remember, these aren’t opinions. Not really. They’re facts. This is LIFE. And if your “opinion” comes at the sacrifice of someone else’s fundamental human rights, then it’s not an “opinion”: it’s a prejudice and discrimination; it is not something anyone is entitled to.

Twitter lifting: “They’ve chosen their priorities. Racism & sexism literally Trumps all else.”

This is no longer a matter of politics. This is not Republican vs. Democrat. This is not a single-issue vote.

Obama believes HRC is the single most qualified person in the country for this job. Does HRC have her own issues? Of course she does, a variety of them; she’s a human being and a career politician. There will always be things you do not like or that you disagree on; but then you work to make your voice heard afterwards, you don’t throw away your vote due to apathy

Don’t be complacent. It’s why I’m writing this: because I’m terrified and I feel like I need to do something, anything.

Remember, in the words of FLOTUS: “This is not normal. It is disgraceful. It is intolerable.” She was speaking particularly about his belief that he has the power to do whatever he wants to a woman and that ‘all men talk like that.’ But it goes for everything else across the board.

This shit is not normal. This shit is not ok. He is validating all the very worst aspects of humanity and our society, but it is all still horribly wrong.

His hypocrisy is not a platform; it is still just hypocrisy. Supporting his views is not “politics;” it’s supporting racism and misogyny and homophobia and xenophobia and everything else in between.

Fight it. Make your voice and your vote heard. It’s the only way we can begin to affect the changes we all desperately want to see.

Don’t let the very worst of us win.

Make this a reality.


anonymous asked:

don't try to excuse their BULLYING of severus by using the "obsession" BS

Second Message from Anon: 

Let’s not forget these facts: • james’ BULLYING of Severus was not based JUST on the one memory but of multiple textual recounts from various characters • the very first time sirius & james met Severus, they verbally assaulted him • Severus had an abusive childhood • james made NUMEROUS advances upon lily despite her blatant un interest. this is what normal people call harassment.

Note: I wrote this upon having received only the first message, so that is all I have addressed in my response. I may write something on how wrong you are about James harassing Lily later.

I am assuming you sent these messages because I reblogged a post stating:

James didn’t harass Lily nor did he bully Snape, this is based on one memory from a man who was obsessed with James’ wife.

Yes, I agree that James did ‘bully’ Severus, however, Severus also bullied James in equal measure. It was never one-sided. Snape is not a victim, he is not excused by his experiences. The issue of Snape’s obsession with Lily is valid and not bullshit. James matured and stopped being an asshole, Snape did not. Alright, let’s begin!

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In New York City in the 1980’s, a young girl named Olive (Amandla Stenberg) loses her family. She never really knew her parents, but she knows they were killed for getting on the mafia’s bad side. She’s been living in the orphanage for most of her life and she hates it. When she’s fifteen, Olive runs away to find something else in the city. For a few days she tries to live on her own in the city filled with crime and danger around every corner, but she meets a man named Douglas (Santiago Cabrera) who has a carefree attitude and gives her something to eat. No one has shown her such kindness so she follows him back to his place, hoping that maybe he can help her again.

When Olive gets to his place, she realizes he doesn’t live alone. Five others live there too. She tries to stay hidden, but soon enough they all realize she’s there. After telling them about her family and the orphanage, they decide to allow her to stay with them for a little while. Rita (Hannah Simone) is the new mother figure in her life who is always ready to take care of Olive. Francis (Tom Mison) is a snobby British man who is often very rude and believes he’s a genius. Then there’s Einstein (Michael B. Jordan) who is the complete opposite of the scientist and is usually a bumbling idiot. Tito (Jake T. Austin) is the loud mouthed and hyper young man who is also a bit of genius when it comes to cars. Finally, Fagin (David Tennant) is the one in the house who is always getting himself into trouble - mostly with the mafia.

Fagin has gotten himself in too deep by borrowing money from Sykes (Jeremy Renner), a Mafia crime boss. He also has his two thugs who are always around and harass the others - DeSoto (Jamie Chung) and Roscoe (Steven Yeun.) Douglas, Rita, Francis, Einstein, and Tito are very protective over Fagin and are always ready to fight DeSoto and Roscoe in order to protect themselves and him.

Having gotten herself into this huge mess, Olive realizes that she’s no longer safe. She loves her new family but things keep getting worse and worse. One day walking through the streets on her own, she meets a rich girl who is the same age as her named Jenny (Cierra Ramirez.) Olive starts visits her house all the time and gets to know her older sister, Georgette (Victoria Justice), a very snobby and self-involved young woman who thinks she’s going to be a star.

Soon enough, Olive and Jenny are kidnapped by Sykes who realizes the best way to get Fagin to pay him is to get Olive. He just incidentally gets Jenny too since she gets in his way. Olive’s new family and friends and Jenny’s sister are now trying to save these two young girls before the two get hurt - or, even, murdered.

To all k-natizens and nasty ppl who just had to spread their hate towards a man who has done wrong and was going to be punished by law (and most probably lose all he achieved in his career as no one will care for a ‘junkie’): congrats, you’ve managed your supreme desire to actually get the man to attempt suicide.
I’m disgusted.

Last nights Competitive Matches

You know what I hate the most about comp? Lack of communication, I was playing with a friend last night during comp and we were the ONLY TWO in team chat the entire match.

We asked if anyone else was there since there was also a team of 3 and got no response so we played on.

We lose the match in the end, and then FINALLY this one guy in the 3 MAN GROUP comes to TEAM CHAT ONLY TO TELL MY FRIEND WHO WAS MERCY THAT SHE WAS A LOSER WHO STOPPED HEALING HIM.


Communicate with your damn team for fucks sake..that’s just about the only shitty game I had where someone went out their way to be a bitch and complain about other teammates when they themselves could have been talking with the team the ENTIRE MATCH but decided HEY LETS JUST STAY IN GROUP CHAT FUCK THE OTHER 50% OF THE TEAM.

‘’the man who has the most reason to hate this world…’’ 

was abandoned as a child but then got adopted by a man that showed him kindness and love for the first time in his life. He then gained a group of friends that he could trust and bond with and felt a sense of belonging for the first time. Then he witnesses his home being burnt down and the man that he loved was taken away from him. He gets pulled into a war and as a result he loses many of his friends. He is then forced to kill the most important person in his life, the man that taught him all that he knew and shortly after the war, he ends up being captured/tortured and locked up…

‘’the man who has the most reason to hate this world…’’ then comes across an old lady and promises to always protect her in exchange for a single meal, showing kindness to probably the first person he comes across after his release. He could have easily just stolen the food and ran away… he doesn’t owe the world anything… looking back at all the pain he’s been put through its understandable that all he holds in his heart is hate and disgust…

Then he decides that he wants to start a business to help those that need his help: maybe because he just needs money to pay the rent… maybe he just needs something to pass the time.. maybe he just wants to get away with doing the least work possible… 

He calls it ‘’Yorozuya’’. 

But he doesn’t half-heartedly finish the jobs that his clients assign to him… whether it is helping someone find a lost pet or helping an old man find his long lost love or help protect the leader of the country from assassination… he puts his heart and soul into every job. 

and so ‘’the man who has the most reason to hate this world…’’ continues to love and show kindness to whoever needs it and to whoever shows up at his door…