on a shallow note

I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Salazar’s Revenge and it was glorious! I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard in a cinema! And I loved how Jack was all, “Eww, you’re the spawn of those two idiots?” when he met Henry yet the whole time, he protected Henry with all he had!

Originally posted by kissmyglitter

On a very shallow note, Henry was soooooo pretty. The prettiest person in the whole movie XP

Originally posted by animations-daily

A note about those that only love you on the shallow end: There will be some that only want to know you in the moment; when you look your best, when you feel your best, or when you can best meet their momentary needs. And it can be tempting at times, to seek comfort and satisfaction in their attention and affection but please know this:

Your heart is attached to something far beyond the shallow end…out in the deep, beyond the boundaries of the comfortable, casual place where far too many people have settled, because they don’t want to commit to anything beyond the shore. But please remember, you were made for more. Please remember God has been calling you deeper from the start, for He has set Eternity in the human heart. He has created your heart, like a water well, filled with life, and everything you do flows from it.

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. - Proverbs 4:23
Remember this when it seems like they only love you in passing, or they get what they want and leave. Not everyone will be ready for depth. Not everyone will willing to catch more than a glimpse of what God is doing in your heart. But you will be okay. Because when you know Jesus, you know that there is more to you, and there is more to come. When you know that Eternity awaits you, you know your life is not controlled by what happens on the shore, because you are constantly being drawn deeper into His grace and truth, further than you’ve ever gone before.

This is what God is doing in your water well of a heart, so protect it. Guard it. Keep watch of those that only want to come in and out. Pay attention to who stays, and is willing to go deeper. And not just because of you, but because they are exploring the glorious depth that God has placed in them, too.

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

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➵ characters: g-dragon x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 5140
➵ summary: jiyong shows up with a new hair colour and you’re happy. really happy.
➵ author’s note:this came purely from the weakness i felt when jiyong coloured his hair black after the fxxk it promotions. something about it every time he does has me putty. and this is my first post after at least four months. wow i’m really terrible, if you guys hate me now i don’t blame. but i hope this makes you hate me less. enjoy!

JiJi: You’re not at the studio anymore. Where did you go?

You: YG called me in to his office.

JiJi: Is everything okay?

You: Yeah, everything’s fine. Give me a couple more minutes.

From behind you, the door to Hyunsuk’s office creaked open as he entered the room once more after having taken an important call. You scurried to return your phone in your bag just beneath you, watching the man go around his large desk and settle in his seat.

“Sorry about that. So,” he sighed. “Will you be able to just keep Chaerin company on her US tour? You know, just so that she has someone there with her that she trusts.”

“Of course. She’ll be safe with me,” you smiled enthusiastically.

“Great. We’re still deciding on dates, but it’ll be within the next two or three months. We’ll keep you posted.”

You smiled again, nodding respectfully. As Hyunsuk rose from his seat, you quickly followed suit. You said your farewell, ensuring him once more that Chaerin is in secure hands.

“Oh, by any chance, are you going to see Jiyong?”

“Um,” you chuckled nervously, “yes, I believe so.”

“Do tell him he still owes me a dinner for losing that bet… he’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“Yes… sir, I will.”

With one last polite goodbye, you left Hyunsuk be in his office and back to his work. The journey from the grand office back to the floor where most studios were did not take that long, taking just a minute or two to arrive at your destination. You had expected Jiyong to already be there, either waiting for you or deep into his work, but the studio was just as you had left it, empty.

You plonked your bag on the spacious leather in the corner of the room, sitting beside it, allowing one leg to cross over the other. A long sigh was exuded before you let your head fall back onto the sofa’s top, closing your eyes, relishing in the silence. However, it was short lived, as you heard the glass door you had closed reopen, hearing a familiar voice.

“Hmph, that didn’t take long,” Jiyong commented.

“It wasn’t supposed to,” your eyes remained closed. “And YG said something about a bet?” Your head was lifted so you sat up straight, and even though your eyes were now open they still faced downwards to your lap. “That you still owe him dinner?”

“Ha, he’s still going on about that?” he chuckled. “Soon.”

“He called me to ask to go on tour with Chaerin,” your head snapped up. “You know, just to— “

Your facial expression which was once aloof and calm was now very much alert, with surprise becoming the new emotion, and it rendered you speechless.

Jiyong waited for you to complete your sentence, but when you didn’t he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Just to what?”

“You coloured your hair?”

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Haise’s Birthday Poem begins with the lines [x]:

“Someone said this:
“Even if you have no memories of being loved, for as long as you have memories of loving someone, you can continue to live.”

…But how is someone who has never been loved be capable of loving someone else?

A child who wasn’t able to receive the minimal love they required at the time they needed it the most will continue to gaze at the illusion of affection and never know how to love until the day they die.

Well, how about me? Can I continue to live?”

Furuta grew up without love, surrounded by the products of Tsuneyoshi’s fucked up harem. The only person who seems to have shown any affection at all for him, as seen in the flashback in this chapter, is Rize. Rize who cared if he died when she ate him. Rize who played with him. Rize, whose fate he was fully aware of. Who he saved, because at some point, or maybe deep down still, he understood that that fate is wrong. She was the only thing he had, and he let her go, for her sake.

In this explanation to Kaneki, he mentions explicitly that as a child, he had these childish ideas of love and marriage in the future for them. Things he gave up for her safety from the men of the main Washuu house.

Even when he’s being crude and creepy, talking about Rize having all of those children for him, he references 101 Dalmatians. A Disney movie. And one with some of the healthiest romances, both between the dogs and the humans.

Even now, he’s looking at a Disney movie where two dogs snuggle each other. Where these two dogs have 15 puppies who they risk their lives to save. And who adopt 84 other puppies who would otherwise be dead. When you think about him as someone who grew up surrounded by who knows how many half-siblings, in the Garden like he did - this is basically him saying he wants a Disney Romance.

Which is not to say that the way he’s speaking isn’t terrible. That the tropes he’s using aren’t horrible and misogynistic. They are. Furuta, as he always has, is falling back on farce and drama, on systems of power that he himself as already explicitly told you he condemns. Furuta switches between honest and lying, between truth and exaggeration, between real emotion and fake dramatic flare over and over.

He speaks in this weird mix between a cynical jaded, crude adult, and a desperate, sad, idealistic, stubborn child. Like with his big speech to Eto about V in 66, I think this chapter he is mixing truth and fiction. Sometimes strategically, sometimes just because.

@linkspooky​ pointed out to me that it almost seems that the more honest he’s being, the less of his face is shown. Times when he’s really approaching sincerity and seriousness, he’s shown from the side.

Where as most of the time, he’s hidden under his flare and his masks and his drama.

Furuta, for all his fake emotion, is clearly uncomfortable with the real thing. Uncomfortable when people make him feel things and uncomfortable expressing emotion. Uncomfortable and unskilled and really parsing it.

Instead, he falls back on theatre and performance and lies.

When he says he couldn’t bare the thought of her having a kid after being free for so long… was he talking (just) about jealousy, or was he talking about the fact that the CCG, and thus V, was gaining on her - had almost captured her in the 6th ward and gotten Shachi in the struggle, and was well on their way to tracking her down again? Was he talking about not wanting her to be free, or about after all that time, still not being able to accept the idea of her being recaptured by V and used by the Washuu men like that.

He used her too, of course - and brutally. I think he was mad at her not only for wasting the freedom he helped her win, for almost getting caught again - but also because he still cares. And he doesn’t want to still care about her. So he punished her for his own feelings. Furuta is… not a fan of his own feelings. And he’s childish.

Its not an excuse for what he did to her, but I do think he acted when he did, if not the way he did, because if he hadn’t, there was a very real chance she’d have returned to her old fate. And that, he could not abide. Even now.

What he did, to Rize, in taking her power and undergoing that surgery himself, in killing off all the Washuu, taking leadership of the CCG - he gives multiple reasons for it even in this one conversation with Kaneki. On the one hand, in his proposal to Kaneki, he sets up a clear role for himself - as a villain to unite ghouls and humans against (Kaneki’s team, rather than the CCG and Clowns in this case) and introduces it as a big production, culminating in his own, rather than Kaneki’s death - ever suicidal as he is.

But explicitly, he also claims that people don’t need reasons for what they do. He also claims that he is doing what he wants to do, and that he is doing what he wanted to do as a child.

I think all of these have a grain of truth to them. He talks in such a way that mixes narratives, mixes truth and fiction, and sometimes just because its easier to talk with (half)fake emotion than real ones.

I think that Furuta, the nearly 6 year old child wants to destroy the toxic terrible “family” that used and abused him, and create in its place a 101 Dalmations style family, with him and Rize as Pongo and Perdita. A big loving, new Washuu family. This part of Furuta doesn’t care about ghouls or humans or Kaneki Ken or Eto Yoshimura or any of that at all.

But Furuta is also an adult, and became one probably much too quickly, if he knew what awaited Rize and helped her escape because if it. And the Adult Furuta knows he can’t have any of that. That Rize forgot about him and doesn’t love him back and that he burned that bridge by dropping those beams. His children with her are going to be via Kanou. Anything new will be born from death and fire and war. Adult Furuta has plans. Adult Furuta wants.…something… out of all of this. Some grand finale.

Part of Furuta is still that child - still wants Rize to come back to him and love him and play with him (and maybe kill him). Wants a big happy Disney ending for them. But he also knows he can never really have that. He’s known that he could never have that, because of how he was born. That’s the irony of that line, about the life he has and how he might as well. Because he was born to NEVER get what he wanted, ever. (And yet - and yet he fights back - viciously and endlessly and savagely, despite being born only to serve.) Because he has grown up now, and he’s done terrible things, and he knows that that happiness is impossible. But he’s also 6 years old and desperate and lonely.

I personally have thought for a long time that Rize is being set up as the one who will kill Furuta. I just hope (though I don’t necessarily expect) that they will get a chance to talk before it happens, or when he’s dying, or something. A chance for him to thank her for finally killing him, after all this time. A chance for him to say sorry, or not to - to say he’s glad he did it if it ended there, with him dying in her arms.

I still don’t think Furuta thinks any way about women, in general, though I understand why people see this pattern. It’s certainly a power structure highlighted by his character, either way. I think he probably has a good deal of the background misogyny of the culture and of the Washuu clan in his upbringing, but he also has a deep seeded hatred for everything about that upbringing. His understanding of things is so twisted and bent around this terrible place he was raised in, and the world he was forced to live in, that its honestly a miracle he’s still fighting for something different.

But Furuta sees every structure as a farce, as a mask, as a tool, rather than a truth. And he plays with these tropes of misogyny and discards them just as quickly. He’s making himself out to be a villain, to be crude, to be cruel. And it’s no excuse for his actions - for the very real fate Rize suffered at his hands. But he deals with Matsumae as a failed knight and a hypocrite, not as a woman. He plays with misogyny and its masks and its power system when he’s mock-flirting with Eto, but the next second he throws it away. He has no regard for masculinity or its virtues. Its a game to him. And that is a nasty and dangerous way to look at a very serious thing. Which is a great metaphor for Furuta who sees farce in everything. And is setting up a grand theater with all of Tokyo as its stage, possibly to write his own death into the final act.

“When I unveil this, won’t you come play with me?” He knows what Kaneki wants. He knows who Kaneki will save. He knows who Kaneki will kill. He still wants to die, and he seems to like the idea of dying to make things better, in a sense. And still, he’s speaking like a child. Come play, Kaneki. 

“Doesn’t it make you want to die?
If you die, you can get cured you know. (This is true.)

So if you were planning on giving me something.
In this year, I want four times more of that love or hate.

PS: (Laugh, it’s fun!)” [x]

I can feel it. The switch era will finally be THE TIME

The time of all times. The time we all have been waiting for.
The return of the king.
To reclaim former glory.
To reclaim justice as the IP it deserves to be! 

We will leave behind the lost age of nothingness.
The Dark Dawn will come to an end. 
So we can once again bathe in the almighty glory of the


Dear Downton fans: Please like or reblog if you’re with me in the minority who actually loves S4, S5 and/or S6 of DA! 

I love Sybil and Matthew and am a Mary/Matthew and Tom/Sybil shipper, so believe me when I say that I totally get the pain and disappointment many of us felt when they were killed off. I still get teary even THINKING of those scenes, lol, let alone watching them.

But sometimes I feel nearly alone in also loving so many other characters, ships and aspects of Downton. Much to my own surprise, I came to really appreciate what those later seasons had to offer. S4-S6 are so harshly trashed by some fans—a few of whom admit they never even watched the episodes but just know they hate every single thing about them anyway and insist the show should have ended after S3. I’ll grant that the later seasons weren’t perfect, but nearly were the early ones. Don’t get me wrong: people have a right to dislike whichever seasons, characters etc. they choose. For me, though, the pros of those later seasons still far outweigh the cons. Just a few of the many things I love and in some cases even prefer about the later seasons (in no order!):

1. Baxter and all things Baxley…need I say more?! :) Seriously, I’m so inspired by these characters and so touched by their interactions. I feel so blessed that this ship sailed into my fandom life :)

2. Cora carves out more of an identity outside of being a mother, wife and kickass hostess. About 80% of my favorite Cora moments (and more than half of my favorite Cobert moments!) take place in later seasons.  

3. Edith becomes a vastly better and happier person in S6, and her romance with Bertie touches my lame little heart.

4. We get the majority of my favorite Chelsie moments in S4-S6.

5. Thomas Barrow goes through a tremendous amount of interesting change and growth in S5-S6. During the first few seasons, he was a ‘love to hate’ character for me, but by the end I actually loved to love him, and without the last few seasons that never would have been possible.

6. I realize that many disagree (with this and many other of my opinions, which is totally fine!), but I love exuberant, warmhearted Rose and the energy she brings to the show. She, too, shows clear growth from when she was initially introduced.

7. The later seasons give us a closer and absolutely fabulous friendship/alliance between Violet and Isobel.  

8. Mrs. Patmore has many of her greatest moments later on, and don’t get me started on how much I adore her friendship-which-is-clearly-about-to-become-more with Mr. Mason. 

9. As much as this show sometimes struggles with plotting and pacing, the dialogue is so sharp and memorable and filled with so much wit and insight. A disproportionate amount of my personal favorite conversations and one-liners take place in those later seasons.

10. On a shallow note, the fashion during seasons 5 and 6 is so fabulous that even someone as generally oblivious to style as I am swoons over those dresses :)

I could add even more, but I’ve bored you lovely people long enough :) A few other people out there must share my love for the later seasons of Downton …right?! 

The Sedative with A Seducing Side-Affect

Request: “Hello bean! Can I request a Kylo thing where reader is a First Order medic? Maybe Kylo is injured during one of his missions and she has to visit his private living quarters to patch him up. Bonus points if she tries to remain professional with a sedated, out of his mind shirtless Commander Ren flirting with her.”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of needles and blood

“Why does it have to be me?” You whined for the third time. Your supervisor only continued to push you out the door, his forehead permanently wrinkled from receiving all your complaints.

“Because,” he huffed as you finally made it to the exit of the med bay, “you’re the only one who isn’t afraid of him.”

“But Kirylla does his checks ups, doesn’t she?” You couldn’t help but be insistent on not being the one to tend to the Commander. The last time you had, it had ended with you accidentally giving him the wrong medication in your flustered state. Having been his usual doctor for an entire year, you decided to hand over the task to a younger nurse who needed more training.

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Requested #3- Yoongi

Thanks for requesting, anon!

19- “If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”
32- “Is that my shirt?.”
44- “I like it when you whimper.”

You can request from my prompt list here! https://nightowlfandom.tumblr.com/post/168813061026/bts-writing-prompts-taking-requests

(You’ll have to excuse me for any errors, I’m not doing so well.)

You glared at the back of his head as you stood at the door frame. You were mad. How dare he ignore you?!

Three weeks, three whole weeks. Late nights at the studio, locking himself in the workroom. All he would do was either mumble a few words as he passed you, walk in the kitchen to get coffee and pat you on the head. Not even a kiss on the forehead! You know things are going downhill when a measly forehead peck isn’t even part of the equation.

If you were lucky, he’d actually come to bed for maybe three hours, and still not even acknowledge your existence. Just loud ass snoring. Okay maybe you were blowing this out of proportion but you needed some damn cuddles at night damnit!

You’ve had enough. ENOUGH!

You walked past him, glaring as he just stayed focused on that stupid laptop. Part of you wanted to smash it into pieces.

What you weren’t aware of was that…

Yoongi knew you were mad at him. He knew why you were in a grumpy mood. It was quite funny, seeing you glare at him from a distance. At first, he kind of was ignoring you, but only because he had so much work to do; but after that, he noticed how seething you were. It was kind of funny. He felt bad at first, now he just made fun of you.

You walked to the kitchen past him, your teeth clenched. As you disappeared he only chuckled and shook his head.

“Idiot.” he laughed as he saw you turn. He didn’t mean it to be insulting, but to insinuate that you were being silly.

Sighing, you grabbed a bottle of water from the freezer, trudging back out of the kitchen. You kept your gaze away from him as you made haste for your room.

“Y/N, come here for a second.” Yoongi called just as you turned. Spinning back around you followed his voice.

“Yeah?” you asked, standing in front of the couch. “What’s up?”

“Can I ask you something?” he closed his laptop and sprawled out on the couch, spreading his legs and all. “Is that my shirt??” he stopped himself when he saw the black button up coming up to your mid thigh, the sleeves wrinkling slightly when you’d bend your arms.

“Sure.” you kept a straight face. Wow, the first time in weeks he’s said anything to you and it’s some stupid question. Well, technically two.

“Come here, so you can hear better.” he beckoned you with his finger, making you walk towards him.

You were standing next to him now, confused to what exactly he was trying to pull. You didn’t question it.

“Better.” he hummed. Suddenly, you felt yourself being pulled back. Just like that, you landed onto Yoongi’s lap. His arms slithered around your waist, supporting your weight as you sat.

“Yoongi? What’s gotten into you!?” you were shocked to say the least. You still didn’t know that he knew that you were mad at him.

“I’m making sure you hear my question.” he chuckled, his voice seemingly dropping even lower. Was that even possible?

He raised his hand and held your cheek, making you look at him, despite the heat welling up on your face.

“Are you ready for my question?” his face was mischievous, his plan slowly forming in his head. A plan you weren’t aware of.

“Uh…Yes?” you answered uneasily. This was a side of him you’ve never seen before.

“Do you really think I’m that blind?” he asked. The smirk on his face made you very uncomfortable.

“What?!” you grew curious, what in the world was he talking about?! “What do you mean?!”

“You’re bad at acting you know. If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”

“I don’t underst-” you began to say.

“I’ve been working too much, I know. After a while I started to notice your mood changing.
” he continued. “Is Y/N mad at me?” he teased. Before you could speak, his mouth had covered yours.

He had never kissed you like that before. Usually they were short, sweet, and simple. This one was strong, slow, sloppy,…and very wet. If you were being honest, you kind of enjoyed it a bit much. His hand cupped the back of your neck, stopping you from getting to far from him.

You couldn’t say what was on your mind. You were way too distracted. When he pulled away, he was breathing very heavy, almost like an animal.

“Does my babygirl want my attention?” he asked, his thumb trailing over your bottom lip. His eyes were darkened with mischief almost like an animal.

Oh shit.

“What?” you voice was slight, small. You were still trying to make sense of what just happened. Wasn’t he ignoring you just an hour ago?

“I haven’t been very fair to you, now have I?” he made a pouty face which was quickly replaced by a smirk. “Can I make it up to you?” he dipped his head into your neck. Tracing patterns into your skin with his tongue, his fingers trailed down the other side your neck.

“I haven’t been paying much attention to your needs, have I?” he hummed, his teeth grazing the same spot he tasted. His fingers slid down your front. “I know all you want is a little attention from me…just someome to pay extra attention to you.” his fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts. “Hm?” he teased.

“Y-yoongi, I-” you began to say.

“Usually, I like it when you whimper, but I need you to answer me.” he sounded assertive at first, only for that smile to return. “Or do I have to answer for you.”

All you could muster was a shy nod, avoiding his eyes. You were weak when it came to him. You admit, and you regret nothing. Especially with what just ensued.

With a chuckle, Yoongi held the side of your face in his hand, his thumb rubbing your cheek.

“You’re so innocent sometimes.” his old sweet self returned. “You could have talked to me about it. That’s sort of the point of a relationship, to talk to the other person.” he frowned.

“I know.” you stared down at your fingers. “I’m sorry, but…you could at least acknowledge me when you pass me by!” you frowned. “I need more than a tired mumble!” you griped, dropping off his lap and laying on the couch.

Yoongi laughed at your mannerisms, shaking his head.

“You must think I’m pretty pathetic.” you shrugged.

“Never.” he laughed, hovering over you. “Silly, yes. But never pathetic.” he kissed your cheek once, twice. He found your lips again, his composure not adding up with his actions.

His kiss was making you dizzy, but his usual calm reserved self showed in the way he held you.
“You have my attention now.” he pulled away, breathing heavily.

“All of it” he bit his lip followed by an evil laugh. Roughly, he yanked your shorts down, his breathe growing shallow.

Note to yourself,…be needy more often

On a very shallow note, out of all the male Shadowhunters actors, I like Matt’s body type best. He isn’t as muscle-y as Alberto or Harry, which I love - and! He actually has hips! Nice, nice hips. Mile-long legs, hips, narrower waist, broad shoulders… But those hips do things to me! You could see them best in When the Game Stands Tall, when he was in his football dress. Gosh, he has envy-worthy legs and a really cute butt *happy sigh*

Short, sweet, first thoughts on RADA Hamlet…

… by an emotionally drained me on the way home at 1.40 am.

I guess it’s got ‘spoilers’ if you don’t want to know how they staged some of it, so just be aware and don’t say you weren’t warned.

It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen on stage, and now quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever seen Tom Hiddleston in. (His Henry V was always my firm favourite)

I’ll write up my exact thoughts on the production as a whole tomorrow when I’ve had time to gather my thoughts and notes, but for now, I present you with the shallow squeals of a fan.

It’s the most intimate, incredible game of tennis.

I looked from one player to the next quickly as they delivered their lines.

Tom was born to play Hamlet.

Hell, just to be on stage doing Shakespeare.

I am further in awe of that man’s talent, just when I think he can’t get any better.

He pauses perfectly at the piano.

He lets his voice break as he sings.

He was so close to me, that when he got mad, I could see the vein in his temple pop.

I could see his tears glistening as they ran down his cheek.

He stood in front of me (though not looking at me) as he delivered “To be or Not to Be” and I cried.

He’s hilarious, and he’s heartbreaking.

The dancing is great. (Probably did his own choreography haha)

He dry humps the couch.

He’s turned so, from where I sat, he was facing my way as he spreads his legs, rests one hand on the back of the sofa, and he slowly gyrates towards the cushions a few times.

My eyes bulged.

He picks the women up with ease and wings them around while laughing.

The Scottish accent.

The jeans were basically sprayed on.

Left little to the imagination!

His top looked like someone had put it in the dryer by accident and it had shrunk - it kept riding up his stomach.

So every minute or so you got a flash of tummy and treasure trail, and he’s trying to pull it back down, but it sort of springs back up.

He looked at me three times with tears in his eyes and a heartbreaking expression.

Helena Bonham Carter and Allie Esiri (LoveBook app and A Poem for Every Night of the Year author) were in the audience tonight.

And he left with them - because I happened to be walking to my car and saw Tom leaving with them, so we said “hey tom! It was incredible!”

He smiled, sort of waved, and said “Thank you very much!”

All in all, one of the best nights ever.

I will never forget what I witnessed or how it made me feel.

Well done to King Kenneth Branagh, the cast, crew, and everyone at RADA.


Sandor Clegane x reader (Septon Ray’s steed tag along)

Smut, little rough, NFSW gifs 

You asked for it, I deliver. Enjoy, my naughty little milkmaids.

Also I’m drunk as fuck right now so excuse typing errors, I’m trying my best to keep them fingers steady

The sun was peaking shyly and slowly drowning behind the horizon of the empty field hugging the roadpath you were on. You rode on the back of the cart pulled by an old horse. Swinging your feet, you tried to kick the rocks that rolled by. You and some other members of Septon Ray’s colony rode back from a nearby town with some supplies to start getting settled. You never believed in any of the magical little tales about the Seven… but you loved these people. Even if you were a bit of a black sheep in the steed, you were a good pair of hands to have around. Like many others, years earlier Septon Ray picked you up beaten and dying and nursed you back to your feet. He knew very well there was no converting you, but as long as you were willing to be a part of that family, you were welcomed with open arms. And so you stayed, hanging around, keeping to yourself and your own business… not that you didn’t speak with others, but you preferred solitude. It was hard to find a common language with people who had never seen violence, experienced real suffering, seen things no eyes should have seen. Peaceful faith and believing in gods was for weak morons. But keeping to a steady community was smart, especially now… It was easy to keep out of trouble. Soon enough you became the Septon’s trusty runner, helping him out with keeping things in order, organizing, and giving a hand with newcomers you’d find on the sides of the roads, rejected by families, about to die lonely and with no dignity.

It was no different with Sandor Clegane. He kicked and growled, and he could do so all he wanted. You gave no damns, if Ray said we will heal him, you would. He was a pain in the behind, constantly rejecting any help and advice given, swearing and grunting. He really was like a beaten dog… until you reminded him of what he couldn’t remember. You reminded him how he begged for help and moaned in pain in his first days, hardly having any strength to even swallow a sip of water. He started being stubborn and difficult only after he regained proper consciousness. He quickly stopped resisting once he realized you were having none of it and you weren’t afraid of him in the slightest.

“I survived the Mountain. I can handle you too.”

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This is another one of those scenes that I never really comprehend is real. I keep thinking that’s just how I remembered it in my shipper brain, but it actually happens. I’ve rewatched many times to make sure that, yes indeed, it does occur.

I’m talking about the one from Extinction, when the Convoy walks into an ambush in Vegas and “Project Alice” gets shut down. Isaacs says the word and offline she goes. She instantly becomes motionless and as a nice sign of ownership Umbrella’s logo flash across her iris. No more herself but now an inert automaton. And for the time being that’s where and what she stays as.

Meanwhile shit hits the fan and the rest of the survivors are pretty much screwed and dead in the water. Big time. Claire gets to be hot as fuck though while taking down a hoard of the undead that are going after Mikey. Unfortunately her badness is not enough to save the boy’s life (to be fair he never stood a chance, this is not the series that will keep its male characters alive, unless they’re evil), so she kills them all dead, but not before Mikey bit the dust. The action awesome of Claire gets to flow into a moment of heartbreak and anger, and then she screams her despair straight out into the Nevada desert. It’s a pretty great cry of despair. The kind that’s primal and from the toes.

And after the movie having spent minutes on the action this scream is on which we now cut back to Alice who takes that moment to start fighting the conditioning. So the events are; Alice gets shut down - a lot of bad stuff happens to all of the Convoy - a lot of screaming and dying - for many minutes - Claire shoots zombies in the head - Claire screams in anguish - Alice starts fighting back.

That’s some nice stuff right there, some A+ editing. Reads as emotional cause and effect. Suggesting that Claire in distress triggers some kind of human response and a will to resist in Alice - that’s just - that’s nice. That’s also pretty old school trope; the hero fighting off the evil influence when they’re reminded of/confronted by their loved ones. The fact that it’s Claire that gets to play that role is - interesting. 

I mean it’s not as if there aren’t other options that might have been more obvious within the actual narrative of the movie (at least on a shallow note). For one you’ve got K-Mart who’s established as the child that needs to be taken care of, and Alice did have an instant connection with her and was shown to be gentle and considerate around her. Putting the child of the pack in danger is a pretty accepted way of getting an emotional response. Also could have been parallels back to the second movie and Alice saving Angie. Would have made sense and no one would have thought twice about it. 

Same with Carlos, with whom Alice actually has a previous connection and history with. Not to mention that on the surface they sort of play the flirtatious angle between them (even though mostly feels like casual flirting and soldier buddies). At that point though Carlos would definitely be the closest Alice has to a loved one, if they’d accepted heterosexual surface and shallow storytelling. Luckily the movie doesn’t. Which means instead it is Claire that gets to play the agent behind snapping Alice out of her stupor and into fighting mode. Claire, the woman she met a few days ago, the woman she instantly supported. The woman Alice keeps looking at like - yeah- that’s another post.

At the end of the day though remember that the editing of this film makes it appear as if Claire is what brings Alice back, it’s Claire that triggers her resistance, it’s Claire that returns her mind to herself. That’s not even subtext, that’s text. As for the reason behind this though - feel free to sub that into pure sapphism, I know I do.