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Teaser Cards

@markrosewater recently answered an ask about teaser cards in sets and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. What I’m referring to as a teaser card is a card the makes reference to something that’s in the pipeline but which hasn’t been printed yet. It’s a card (or cards) that will come in a later set or block.

I believe there’s a right and a wrong way to do these. Read on to see how Wizards blew it in the past and find out if Hour of Devastation will repeat the failure or deliver on the promise.

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X-Files Fic: D’un Nouvel Oeil, Chapter Eight

Previous chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven





ORADOUR-SUR-GLANE, HAUTE-VIENNE, FRANCE
FEBRUARY 1944


Shortly after sunrise, Scully gives up on sleeping any longer and pulls herself out of bed, Mulder following behind her.  She hangs a sign on the cafe’s front door, informing her patrons that the restaurant will be closed for the day, and with Mulder by her side, she begins the long walk out of town to her mother’s farm.  Apprehensive about what she’ll find when they get there, she’s silent for the entire journey, and Mulder, wisely, does not push her to talk.

She’s relieved to see, as they approach the farm, that the animals are all still in their proper places: Philippe the draft horse is in his paddock along with the goats, the chickens are pecking about the yard, and when Scully peers into the barn, she sees that the farm hands have already gotten a start on the morning milking, even without her mother there to supervise.  She and Mulder take stools and settle in to help at once, and for a brief time, Scully simply concentrates on the task at hand, trying not to think about the fact that yesterday, Maggie had been sitting on the stool Mulder now occupies.  Her mother’s absence is a constant knife in her side, a loss felt so keenly that it makes her physically ill.

With the milking done, Scully arranges with the farm hands to make sure that all of the tasks once done by Maggie will be taken over, that the animals will get fed and watered, the cows will be milked, the eggs will be collected, and Philippe will be brought into the stable on cold nights.  And finally, when she can put it off no longer, Scully ventures cautiously into the farmhouse.

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The only good thing to come out of this week are the unnecesarily  large emojis I made for my dnd discord server. The goblin is for @farkaska,bc yesterday it was their nameday.

The orc is bc I love them, and with the approval and help of our dm @handern I am on a quest to make them important and cool , not just ugly racialised stereotypes.

I hope in the future discord lets me customise the size these appear in the chat, bc currently they are very small.

mrs-swordslover  asked:

Omg I love your blog! Mainly because you keep characters IN character. Umm so how about hc of Kid, Doffy and Zoro trying to seduce their s/o? Like their way of flirting or something, pleaseee? 😊😊

thank you so much, I always try as hard as I can to stay in character :D and yes these are gonna be fun *hysterical laughter*

Kid

  • you know the thing is Kid thinks he’s such seductive, flirty piece of ass
  • but it usually ends with everybody in the room rolling their eyes, s/o not excluded
  • Kid would try to get touchy and whisper filthy things in their ear like the dirtbag he is
  • but he does it soo poorly, he always says completely inappropiate things that just don’t fit the mood/or kill it
  • Kid always shoots himself in the foot when hes about to get laid, pass it on

Doffy

  • the only one who is actually good at this lmao
  • runs his large hands down their sides from behind and kiss their ears, he’s the pro at that
  • his way of flirting gets dirty quite quickly tbh, so one may or may not end up with red ears
  • Overall he gets very handy and always grins his evil seductive grin
  • it always works

Zoro 

  • oh boy here we go 
  • Zoro would very reluctantly and embarrasedly ask Nami the mistress of seduction for help
  • *Zoro red faced, eyes wide, sweat dropping* 
  • “so babe…would you like to see my fourth sword?“
  • embarrassment is the understatement of the century
  • him and his s/o try to erase that moment out of their minds forever, forget that it ever happened
Here’s six things you have to remember about SYTYCD (besides just “it’s a TV show”)

Now that we’re entering the top 10, I want to remind everyone of a few things about SYTYCD to keep in mind, things that are, yes, just my observations/opinions but they’re pretty hard to deny.

1. There is such a thing as being “too good” on the show. History has shown that dancers who are extremely technically proficient and versatile rarely (if ever) win. I’m not talking technically proficient competitive/contemporary dancers like Ricky Ubeda — professional level dancers like Will Wingfield, Billy Bell, Danny Tidwell and Brandon Bryant have often been portrayed as “cold,” “lacking charisma” or just plain “arrogant.” Part of it is simply classic pop culture tropes: in fiction, charisma is often seen as a foil to technique. You are either a technical dancer or you are a warm and inviting performer, and there is little in-between. The show also tends to resent dancers who aren’t bubbly and full of personality because as producers, it doesn’t give them a lot to work with. The third point also brings me to #2, so I’ll go straight there:

2. Too much technical talk is alienating for mainstream audiences. I’ve previously made a post recapping some of the judges’ “critiques” to point out that the show has never been that hardcore about technique. And, frankly, with good reason: it’s a television show, and while there is a large “dance” fanbase, probably 80% of the audience (probably more like 90% but I’m trying to be conservative here) know nothing about dance. Spending too much time talking about technique is not good for that large chunk of the audience. There’s only so much they can understand and it’s all extremely general. This is why Misty Copeland’s stint as a judge was only really appreciated by dancers. When critiques are too technical it gets confusing for non-dancers and takes away from the entertainment value.

3. The dance assignments are not random. This isn’t my opinion. This is a fact. They even have a fine-print disclaimer on the show. The “picking out of a hat” thing is staged. This helps them push certain agendas and weed out/screw over dancers they were just putting in there as filler.

4. Some choreographers go very easy on dancers who are dancing out-of-genre. I’m about to sound like I’m disparaging my own art here, but there are some dance styles that are really, very easy to fake. There are dances in which one dancer pulls all the weight (Katee and Twitch’s “Mercy” dance — Twitch did very few actual MOVES). There are dances which are so overshadowed by “story” that they know technique will never be brought up in the critiques (Mia’s “heaven” routine for Laci and Neil). There are dances which become known for their prop and one or two intense “emotional” moves and no one actually remembers the technical dancing for a reason (the “bench routine”). This. Isn’t. An accident.

5. The judges are shamelessly inconsistent. When they like you, technique doesn’t matter (”Was it perfect? No. But it was so. much. fun.”). When they don’t like you, technique matters more than anything in this world (”I can’t keep putting you through on your personality.” “You can only fake technique so much.”). I know I just ragged on Twitch, and I really do like him, but not once did the judges ever rag him for his feet despite the fact that they were never pointed.

6. You can’t alienate your audience (too much) by telling them they got it wrong. Sure, judges will occasionally say “I think America got it wrong.” However, when elimination is still up to the judges, they will be careful in what kind of queues they take. If audiences have voted someone into the bottom three for multiple weeks despite their technical proficiency, the judges are going to listen because ultimately, they can’t risk losing the audience. They also love to tell dancers who have landed themselves in the bottom for rare occasions things like “You’ve got to wake up because America is trying to tell you something” in order to placate the audience and make them feel more influential.

daughtersoftime  asked:

hey. I love your opinions of the mages in kirkwall! *which should be obvious from my earlier ask*. But why do you like the wardens? We have been one of them, but aside from the religious aspects, i see a lot of the Templars in the wardens tbh. Their original stance was well intended, but because they don't have to answer to someone, they are extremely open to abuse. We have been one of them, but we have never been in the order and been ordered to do unspeakable things. (part 1)

(part 2) You talked about how vivienne is never confronted with the abuse of other mages. But that also goes for our warden (and up till daI that was really the case). We have never seen the crimes this organisation has done to the people in it or even outside it. Not to mention that the wardens keep a lot of relevant information secret and force people into their organisation against their will, basically kidnapping them.


Hi. :) I know we talked about this a bit last night but a) I did promise you I was writing a response to this and b) I know I got a bit incoherent at the end there, so I thought I’d do the whole thing properly here, just in case I stopped making sense entirely.


While I am fond of the Wardens, I would not say my liking is entirely unqualified. I haven’t talked about them a great deal simply because I happened to be in doing a Dragon Age 2 playthrough when I started writing, and the Wardens play only a small part in that story.


I would disagree that we have not seen the damage the Wardens can do. Take the Warden, for a start: it’s perfectly possible to do a villain playthrough of Origins. Some quests are generally morally ambiguous (trying to choose the king of Orzammar is never fun), but you can also do some outright evil things. You can, among other things, order the murder of a group of elven slaves in order to slightly augment your stats. I don’t think anyone is suggesting that this is a morally justifiable decision; this is the player being evil for the fun of it. The Warden is a character who, through chance and fate, comes into immense power – if only for a short time. If the Warden is a good person, this largely turns out well. But if not, the results are ugly.


There’s also the Warden’s Keep DLC, which is not just a story about that time the Wardens got kicked out of Ferelden for sedition, it’s a handy bit of backstory that explains why it was so easy for Loghain to frame the Wardens for the murder of King Cailan: the Wardens went right off mission and were punished for it, and now your character specifically is suspected of doing the same thing again. Thanks, Sophia. Thanks a lot.


Then there’s Legacy, the emotional hook of which is that Warden-Commander Larius blackmailed Malcolm Hawke into participating in the blood magic rituals that kept Corypheus imprisoned.


And all of this is before we even get to Inquisition, which has a whole quest devoted to wagging your finger disapprovingly at the Wardens.


Whether or not individual Wardens face any consequences for their actions, the stories themselves seem perfectly willing to pass judgement on them, so I feel less compelled to do so. Sometimes I think the criticism is warranted and sometimes not, but mostly it’s good that it’s there because I get twitchy when the games go around insisting that an organisation is somehow so essential that no one could ever raise an argument that it should be torn apart.


But then there’s stuff like this:


Oh, Grey Warden,
What have you done?
The oath you have taken
Is all but broken.

– Oh, Grey Warden


and I tell you, if I could pay Maryden to stop singing that drivel, I would. But in fairness that goes for about half her repertoire, so.


I don’t think the Wardens, individually or as an organisation, are perfect. There are things about them that I would change, and there are things they do that I think are wrong. But I think there are ideas and practices in the Wardens that are extremely valuable, and that you just don’t seem to see elsewhere in Thedas, and that it would be worth Thedas looking to the good in the Wardens as a model for change.


So: Point 1) Mitigating Factors


It’s true that the Wardens are a secretive lot, and that’s not something that I would necessarily call a virtue. It is, however, something that I can understand. In addition to being a terrible threat, the darkspawn are also creatures of religious significance. According to the Chantry, they are a judgement upon the world.


And so is the Golden City blackened
With each step you take in my Hall.
Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting.
You have brought Sin to Heaven
And doom upon all the world.
– Threnodies 8:1


You know how twitchy Mother Giselle gets when you start pointing out that Corypheus’s version of what happened when the magisters went to the Golden City does not match the Chant of Light at all. She’s quite firm that he must be lying to assuage his own guilt, and that the Chant of Light is automatically the more trustworthy source.


Grey Wardens are not a religious organisation. Their mission is to stop the Blight, so while an individual, Andrastian Warden might be troubled by these contradictions, as a group they’re far more interested in the truth than in shoring up Chantry dogma. You’re more likely to hear ‘We don’t know’ from a Warden when you ask where the darkspawn come from than you are from just about anybody. Alistair, Andrastian and Chantry educated, says that in one of his earliest conversations. If you take Oghren with you to see the Architect, he will argue for an alliance – because he’s an Orzammar dwarf, and he doesn’t give a shit about the darkspawn as religious symbols, he just wants to stop the extinction of his people.


Those are, at best, dangerous ideas to voice in Chantry lands.


But it’s more than that. There’s the Joining to consider. It’s not only that Wardens drink darkspawn blood: they drink the blood of an archdemon. The archdemons are considered to be the corrupted Old Gods of Tevinter. So the Joining ritual is a very real communion with what the Chantry would consider to be ‘false gods’. The Wardens hear the Song of the archdemons. They dream of them, and they can look into their minds to see their movements. Which … sounds an awful lot like the priests of ancient Tevinter.


The High Priest, Conductor of the Choir of Silence, ruled
Above all the Dreamers of the Imperium. Wisest
And most powerful of the Magisters Sidereal.
In his dreams, he alone heard the voice of Silence.

– Silence 1:1 (dissonant verse)


The very existence of the Wardens is blasphemous. If their secrets were to come out mid-Blight, when they were absolutely essential to the survival of the world, they might be all right. But at any other time? They’d likely be hunted as ‘cultists’.


And while that’s probably their biggest concern, it’s not their only one. Orzammar is every bit as good at covering up things it doesn’t like as the Chantry – the fate of Cad'halash proves that, if nothing else. Given that they spend a lot of time in the Deep Roads, the Wardens probably know a tonne of things the Shaperate wouldn’t like at all, and if they went around yelling about all of it they’d likely put themselves in grave peril.


The Wardens are survivors. They are a pre-Chantry organisation that managed to survive the predation of both the original Inquisition and the early Orlesian Empire, and, like the Blades of Hessarian, I think it’s probably unsurprising that their primary strategy is to keep their heads down and never tell anybody anything.


There are downsides to this, of course. The darkspawn are less an invasion than they are a plague, and it would be better if more minds could be put to solving this problem. The Joining itself is extremely dangerous and an imperfect tool even in a best-case scenario, and opening it up for research (not Avernus’s kind of research, obviously) would be to everyone’s benefit. But I don’t think the Wardens’ secrecy is malevolent or paranoid. I think it’s an essential tool for survival.


The Maker smiles sadly on his Grey Wardens, so the Chantry says, as no sacrifice is greater than theirs.

World of Thedas I


That’s the current position. I don’t think that would survive the truth.


I think it’s also worth pointing out that the Wardens don’t kidnap: they conscript. I’m against conscription. I’m against a lot of what goes on in Thedas: capital punishment, ruling monarchies, trial by combat – you name it, I’m against it. I don’t think it’s wrong to point out that these things are unjust, and I’m not defending the Wardens for using conscription per se. I just think it’s worth remembering that Thedas is constructed as an early modern society with a lot of ideas that are abhorrent built in: it has feudal lords and troop levies and peasant revolts put down by the blade.


I don’t object to things like the Chantry and Templars as story elements; in fact, I think their power and abuses feel very real and well done. I object to the whitewashing of it all, to the games’ increasing tendency to put you on the side of the oppressors and depict the oppressed as ingrates.


From the moment you meet Jory, it’s clear that Duncan has made a terrible mistake. This man has a family he is terrified to leave behind, and he is a conventional thinker – he’s basically the opposite of Warden material. The Right of Conscription can be used for good (see Awakening, or ‘how I had to conscript all my friends to save them’), but the story never pretends that there’s no dark side to it.


Point 2) Why I am fond of the Grey Wardens


The Grey Wardens are a multicultural and multiracial society. I don’t think it’s possible to oversell how important that is.


Veterans of decades of battles with the darkspawn came together, and the best among them pledged to do whatever was necessary to stem the tide of darkness that swept across the land. These great humans, elves, and dwarves pooled their knowledge of the enemy and formed a united front to finally put a stop to the archdemon’s rampage.

– The First Blight: Chapter 4


Whenever I get one of those Asks about how international diplomacy would somehow be impossible without the Chantry, I want to point at the Wardens. Because – fuck that, Thedas can do international diplomacy when it bloody well wants to. They have been doing it for a thousand years. The people of Thedas came together in common cause, because all agreed that the darkspawn threatened everybody and that no land should be allowed to fall to the Blight. They beat the First Blight back, and they’ve been working together against it ever since.


The Wardens aren’t some perfect final form of Thedosian international relations. I would never say that. They are a starting point – a template. You can have religious tolerance and racial equality. You can be a human who says ‘Yes, ma’am’ to an elf because she outranks you. You can sign treaties and lay down boundaries and get your collective shit together when it suits you. And I know this, Thedas, because you made the Wardens. Not only did you make them, you have kept them across the centuries. If you can do this in your darkest hour, you can damn well try your hand at doing it the rest of the time.


The Wardens have also negotiated important concessions for their members. Dwarven Wardens keep their caste; Circle mages brought into the order have a position comparable with a court mage:


Traditionally, the Wardens are allowed to recruit one member from each Circle of Magi. This mage is selected as a youth and becomes a Grey Warden for life. He or she serves the Wardens in the same way mages serve rulers and is given a place of great importance in the Order.

World of Thedas I


For a mage, being a Grey Warden is about as good as getting to be Vivienne.


As they are, these concessions are of limited value, of course. But they are precedents. They are examples of people being given rights and the world not exploding as a result. Change has come from less.


And then, of course, the Grey Wardens are a source of opportunity and a path to success for people who otherwise have none. That’s … not a point in their favour so much as an illustration of how fucked up Thedas is. But they provide heroes for people who are otherwise entirely excluded from history.


Daveth was going to hang as a thief. Duncan was going to hang for murder. I’m excusing neither thievery nor murder, here, but Thedas is a world with no social safety net, where countless people are pushed into crime due to extreme poverty. It’s not really surprising that elves are especially keen to sign up for the Wardens:


To be a Warden is considered by many to be a great honour. Elves tend to be especially eager to volunteer. Unlike the vast majority of society, the Order views all races as equal.

World of Thedas I


If you’re a city elf, and your life goal is to not be treated like shit, your options are basically the Qun or the Wardens (and some Dalish tribes, to be fair). At least the Wardens don’t make you abandon your identity.


Clarel de Chanson is a mage holding military rank. She’s responsible for all the Wardens of Orlais. This is something that would be impossible almost anywhere else. Try to make her a general in the Orlesian army and people would be screaming ‘Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him’. But there she is.


Garahel is an elven Warden and the hero of the Fourth Blight. What the Hero of Ferelden is in Origins, he was then. Elven children are denied so many of their heroes, but they’ve still got Garahel.


The Retreat in Fortress Haine was built primarily by Ogosa, a casteless dwarf turned Warden engineer, and Isseya, an elven blood mage. They saved countless lives in their efforts, and maybe they’re only a footnote in history, but they’re there.


I know there are some noble human recruits as well, but most of the time, when you’re looking at a Warden, you’re looking at someone society has declared a non-person. Mage, elf, casteless dwarf, pauper – the Wardens are often forced to recruit from society’s ‘dregs’, and the achievements of these people spit in the face of the status quo.


It’s not like this is the ideal solution. Everybody should have equal opportunity to succeed. But they don’t. The Wardens demonstrate that just about everything society has to say about its ‘dregs’ is utter bullshit.


3) Wardens as an actual problem


Here’s the thing: I do think there are legitimate concerns about how the Wardens are run, but I don’t think the stories have gone in a direction that allow me to make much of a case for it.


Warden-Commanders seem to be largely autonomous, and in most places in Thedas I think the organisation works pretty well: they have some power and influence, but not too much. Try to go to war with a legitimate government and they’ll probably lose. They seem to pull in enough recruits to stay afloat – in some places they could clearly do with more – without becoming a danger to society.


But there are … hints that the upper echelons of the Order are not so well run. I don’t think I’ve ever met a Warden who had nice things to say about Weisshaupt. The First Warden is hinted to be corrupt, and this is about more than an individual – there’s a history of bad decisions here. While Isseya bears some responsibility for following bad orders, at least some of the responsibility for the extinction of the griffons falls on the First Warden of her era: Last Flight describes the order going out to perform the Joining ritual on healthy griffons, even though the procedure was a long way from ready, and then failing to make efforts to quarantine the sick when it became clear their condition was contagious.


Fiona is also recalled to Weisshaupt at the end of The Calling, and since she was thrown out of the Order, it can only be said that political decisions that come from the top seem to be consistently shabby.


The saving grace of the Wardens seems to be that Weisshaupt is relatively weak – the Wardens have an unusual amount of power in the Anderfels, where the Blight is still going strong, but it doesn’t extend outwards.


Warden-Commanders negotiate the situations on the ground themselves, and that keeps them relatively honest.


But Weisshaupt could, in theory, become strong again one day. It could become a powerful military organisation with no serious oversight and dubious goals. That could definitely be a problem.


So there it is: what I like about the Wardens. I think their achievements and their philosophy could be expanded upon to create the basis of a true alliance of nations in Thedas, and that the rights granted to their members could be extended to other people, forming a basis for positive change.


I don’t, however, think that there is therefore nothing wrong with the Wardens, or that, under the right circumstances, they couldn’t become a threat.

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An Unknown Rival

We see Mikoto greeting Kamui, it’s the same cutscene as we saw in the trailers before, although it’s the full version this time, and not only Mikoto saying ‘Thank Goodness’. There’s a large crowd, a hooded man walks up and uses some sort of Magic to grab Kamui’s sword, Ganglari. He next slams the tip of the sword into the ground and causes a huge explosion (same explosion as we saw in the English Fates trailer). Next, he shoots some sort of Magic Arrows, they hit Mikoto and she most likely (couldn’t fully hear what she was saying, as the commentators were talking during the cutscene), dies. Kamui goes beserk / crazy, and shape shifts into a dragon for the first time. 

letters from the dead

title: letters from the dead
summary: he is everywhere, and nowhere to be found.
pairing: nejiten
note: i don’t remember how to write this pair without angst.

-x-

“Long day” does not even begin to cover the last few hours of Tenten’s life.

War is hard and funerals are hard. Neji’s death and Neji’s funeral are the hardest fucking things she’s ever been through, and here she is after the latter, still breathing and full of emptiness.

She turns the key in the door and breathes a sigh of almost-relief as a blast of air conditioning hits her. She’s only been home for a few days, and every thing in her living space is coated in a uniform layer of dust. She should care more, Tenten supposes, walking into the bedroom and yanking her black dress over her head before throwing in into the oblivion of her closet. It really is a mess in here.

As she turns to make for the bathroom, something catches her eye. Hanging on the back of her closet door is a large, white shirt. One of Neji’s large, white shirts. Tenten furrows her brow.

She doesn’t remember that being there, though she has been exceedingly tired since she came home a few days ago. She lingers for a few more moments, staring at the shirt, before sighing and retreating to the shower. She has to meet Gai and Lee for a “memorial dinner” for Neji.

Later that night, she will encase herself in his shirt before crawling into bed.

-x-

The next morning, Tenten crawls out of bed early. She’s still wearing the shirt, and miraculously months later it still smells of him. As she walks into the kitchen to make coffee, she holds a handful of shirt up to her nose and breathes in deep. Before she can exhale, she freezes.

Sitting on her kitchen counter is a mug that Tenten knows that she didn’t leave out. Not only that, but it’s a certain mug with the words “you are my sunshine” printed on the side that happened to be Neji’s favorite.

Just as she’s about to begin hyperventilating, the doorbell rings. Quickly composing herself, Tenten manages to calmly answer the door. Standing in front of her is one Yamanaka Ino, beaming at her and carrying a large bundle of sunflowers.

Tenten can only stare.

“Good morning, Tenten! Ooh, you look so pretty with your hair down! Here, these are for you.” Ino double checks the address before shoving the bundle of flowers into the other girl’s arms.

Tenten frowns. “But I didn’t order any flowers.”

Ino shrugs. “We had a written order for this address. You live here, so they must be for you. Lucky girl.” She winks and flounces off as the weapons mistress is distracted.

Slowly shutting the door, Tenten inspects the bouquet for any sign of a card, but there is none. Not having any vases, she finds an old glass milk bottle that she fills with water and puts the sunflowers in that. Carefully, she sets them down in a pool of sunlight leaking through from a window.

Turning her attention back to the suspicuous mug, Tenten cradles it lovingly in her hands. Why would this be out on the counter? It’s always kept in the same place in the cabinet, per Neji’s insistence, and she hasn’t had company.

Perhaps she grabbed it by mistake in her exhaustion yesterday.

-x-

The next few days pass by in a blur. There is so much rebuilding and reorganizing and reacclimatizing to be done in Konoha, and every shinobi and kunoichi is expected to help out.

Each night Tenten passes out into bed more exhausted than the night before, her dreams vivid with visions of birds in flight.

Despite the freezing temperature of her apartment thanks to the air conditioner, her blankets are always warm. And no matter how much she tosses and turns in the night, she always wakes warm and fully covered by blankets.

On a Monday morning, she wakes up late for training with Gai and Lee and can’t find her favorite kunai. It seems silly to train after experiencing a war from the battlefield, but sometimes routine is all they have that glues them together.

So Tenten tears her apartment apart, trying to find her prized weapon, when the doorbell rings. Roaring in exasperation, she stomps to the door. The person on the other side is the next-to-last person she expects to see.

Hyuuga Hiashi is stern and immovable, even in mourning. His eyes are grim as he greets her, and he refuses her offer to come inside for tea. Given the mess from her earlier rampage, Tenten is relieved. Thankfully, the clan leader gets straight to the point.

“I have been informed that my nephew had a last will and testament drawn up before the war. I have also been notified that you are a beneficiary alongside my daughters.”

Tenten stares at him in disbelief. To confirm his words, Hiashi hands her a heavy envelope.

“In his will, Neji left a provision that, in the event of his death preceeding yours, you should be granted the protection of our clan regardless of the status of your relationship with him, and that you should never want for anything. I have agreed to this provision on the condition that you do not abuse it.”

His severe expression softens at the sight of her stricken face.

“And there is one more thing, contained in that envelope. You will find his mother’s wedding ring.”

He bows and takes his leave, and for the life of her Tenten can’t remember if she managed a thank you. The door slams shut behind her and she slides down against it, hot crocodile tears rolling down her face.

“This isn’t funny, Neji,” she moans, head in her hands.

Then louder, “THIS ISN’T FUNNY.”

It’s a raw scream torn from her throat, proceeded by uncontrollable sobbing. When finally she comes back to herself, she tears at the envelope with shaky hands.

As promised, a silver band falls into her palm. Also contained within the ruined envelope is a set of papers. Wiping away the remnants of her years, she inspects the papers, only to immediately begin crying again.

In her hand is a marriage license and all necessary paperwork to declare her legally married to Neji. His elegant signature graces every page, the only thing missing is her own name beside his.

Her breathing has officially crossed into hyperventilation territory when she looks down to see a pen lying next to her on the floor.

And beside it, her missing kunai.

Good Night Kiss

A/N: This is for SQUAD bae @balthazars-muse because she is sick and would like to be healed. This is also my first SamxReader, please be nice! Comments and Feedback are welcome! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Summary: Reader is sick and Sam helps nurse her back to health.

Warnings: Sickness, Fluff, nothing else really

Word Count: 565

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“*sniffle* ugghhhhh” You couldn’t breathe. Your nose was clogged up, making the headache you already had turn into a migraine. And the alphabet soup Sam bought for you just wasn’t sitting well. How long had it been since you got up off your makeshift bed on the couch? A couple of hours? You checked your phone. Oh! Lovely, its 8pm. You’d been on the couch all day. The stack of movies and TV shows was piling on the cocktail table, you couldn’t remember how many things you had watched in your misery of the day. To your surprise you heard the sound of the impala coming into the garage. You knew it was Sam, his footsteps weren’t as heavy as Dean’s and also, Dean was asleep. You remember, barely, that he went to take a nap and he hasn’t gotten up since.

A cool hand caressed your cheek, the sudden touch made you jump. It was only Sam, but his large cool hand felt so good against your feverish skin, so cooling and soothing against your heated cheek.

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not quiiiiiite done, just some Hinoka progress. I have yet to do the Barding on for Coco (my family’s draft horse) thats probably going to take awhile (; o_>o) 

anonymous asked:

You complain about Cersei being catty with Margaery, but isn't the whole younger more beautiful queen prophecy catty by itself, since it pits a woman against other women? Besides this was catty in the books as well.

I talk about the “sexist” penning of Cersei in the books here (x).

With the cattiness…first of all, it’s all about the pattern. Aside from Dany and Missandei, women in GoT could not communicate with one another without being catty this season. That does not paint a flattering picture.

In the books, Marg kind of just becomes this figure Cersei props up in her mind and projects all her paranoia to (because the prophecy is self-fulfilling).  This causes Cersei to view Marg as a ruthless schemer with spies all around who is waiting to cast Cersei aside, rather than a slightly above-average-intelligence girl who picks autumn flowers and gives Tommen kittens. Due to Cersei’s obsession with subverting the prophecy’s outcome, she attempts to frame Margaery for adultery using every means possible, like the excessive torture of bards.

So yes, it’s a woman seeking to take down another woman (which with Cersei is so important too on a thematic level because…ya know…internalized misogyny is kind of the point of her character–see the first link I gave), but it’s not just “LOLZ cat fight!” so much at is it is a reflection of how Cersei views and understands herself, which we see projected onto the “younger, more beautiful queen” (Cersei’s ultimate fear). It’s not a coincidence she suspects Marg and Loras are fucking.

In the show, Marg Boleyn was catty for absolutely no reason. She is “the queen!” by all rights. Carol was not Queen Regent, she was Queen Mother, meaning Marg is the only queen by every single measure (it’s almost like randomly aging up Tommen had  consequences). So it’s not just like, “oh Marg and Carol don’t get along and that’s sexist”…no. It’s that their “real housewives” vibe was just simply petulant and without reason. They way they were scripted was infantilizing. That’s like… “benevolent sexism” at its core. The infantilization of women.

I mean, we’re talking “LOL you’re so old and an alcoholic!” as their interactions. It was so poorly done and cheap, and frankly made Book!Margaery seem like the height of maturity, even with her little digs:

“I have no time for riding through the woods and picking flowers,” Cersei said. “I have a kingdom to rule.”

“Only one, Your Grace? Who rules the other six?” Margaery laughed a merry little laugh. “You will forgive me my jest, I hope. I know what a burden you bear. You should let me share the load. There must be some things I could do to help you. It would put to rest all this talk that you and I are rivals for the king.”

“Is that what they say?” Cersei smiled. “How foolish. I have never looked upon you as a rival, not even for a moment.”

“I am so pleased to hear that.” The girl did not seem to realize that she had been cut.

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The city was booming with life in the market and anyone who was anyone was there.From the richest lord to the poorest beggar, the streets were full of people. It was surrounded by forests with the a large palace and a king who rule with a strict hand.The young elf was new to the city that was far different than his quieter home.Dressed in woodsy colors with the hood to hide his distinct pointy ears, he was there to trade goods. He only had a large bag with him and the clothes on his back,so hopefully he would earn some money.

Oliver was a slender Elven man with effeminate features that made hi look like a woman and the oddest color of pink on his hair. Since he always got people staring at it, he kept his hood on even when he was talking to people. With this city, anything can happen and he wanted to leave as soon as possible once his work was done.

lenfaz  asked:

I am a sucker for Pirate!Daddy Killian stories. Basically when Hook is a father before he meets Emma in the EF and how that changes the dynamic of them meeting/falling in love. Or it can even a combination of that and cursed!Killian. If any of that inspires your muse, I'd love a set up of Emma and Hook falling in love under those circumstances. Or if you want AU, single dad Killian with Emma. Anything with Killian as a father before meeting Emma, basically! :) Congrats!!

A/N: I may or may not have incorporated angst. BUT DON’T WORRY THERE’S PLENTY OF FLUFF. (More than I should be writing I think, hahah.)

Throw in some pirate, daddy and cursed Killian where everyone is somehow transported back into the EF and Emma has to pull on her Savior strings.


Everything stings like she’s just gotten stung by a hundred hornets or something. Apparently she has a thing with attracting calamity’s her way, because - Storybrooke. She’s the Savior - and where the fuck is she?

If she’s not mistaken, she’s back in the Enchanted Forest, again, and this means either there was another curse or portal, and neither sound more likely than the other from what was going on back in Storybrooke, but damn it, she’s separated from all these people again, and she is internally panicking as if she’s not going to ever find her way back to any of them, to him, and that’s not a good thing. And to add onto this stack of worries, they have a son (excluding Henry), and if everyone’s been swept into the Enchanted Forest again, just where in the world is she going to start looking?

Am I going to find them?

Are they going to find me - is he going to find me?

Can I even do this at all?

Brushing the back of her jeans off and glancing around, it’s not night yet, but it sure is close to sunset because the colours of the sky are not a bright shade of blue with looming white clouds. Plus, her leather jacket really doesn’t do much to protect her from the cold of the night, she knows that for sure considering she’s already been here once and was hoping to not return, at least not on these types of circumstances. Sighing, she decides to start trekking through the forest she’s already found herself in anyways - best to find shelter or to make a fire for the night.

Throwing herself so into trying to find shelter and a safe place to sleep for the night is rudely interrupted by the distant sound of horses clattering their way down the path. Albeit she’d really like to jack one of those horses, she’s never ridden one before, and it’s probably going to cause drama and that’s never a good thing. She just hopes the timeline is as it still follows, that she hasn’t just gone back into the past.

A curse, that’s what it is, but she doesn’t remember much of what happened back in Storybrooke before everything went downhill. In fact, the simplistic details of remembering that there was danger and that something had happened right before she passed out is the only thing she seems to recall.

Waiting for the horses to pass by, she carefully trails behind them at a safe distance. Perhaps following them will lead her somewhere, somewhere not as deserted as being in the middle of the forest, scared, dark, worried, and alone. She can’t help but zone out to the loud thumping in her chest, her heart pacing quickly as her mind circles around the people she needs to find, whether it be by figuring out how to get back to Storybrooke, or finding them here if they’re all residing in the Enchanted Forest just as she is.

She doesn’t know how she manages to stay stealthy enough that the people on those horses don’t turn around and murder her… or something, but she does keep it quiet enough, and luckily fate’s on her side when she’s approaching a small like village. Although she knows it’s best to keep her distance from that, it’s just a little bit of a landmark for her to remember in case she forgets where she is when she wakes in the morning all cold and confused for the - what, third time today?

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