Snape was an abusive jerk, but he was incredibly brave. Harry
wasn’t wrong, Snape probably was the bravest person in the series, but
that does not forgive him for bullying his students. But he was crazy
Benny Bob,“ Mike said quietly, so that nobody but Jane could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Stephanie, who was now on the train, "you were named for two founders of the Hawkins Middle AV Club. One of them was a superhero and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.
Mira is probably one of the bravest little girls you could meet.
She never gets upset, she can hide her emotions so well it was as if she could only ever be happy. Although she did show her nerves, if she was a tad anxious she’d show it. But brush it off quickly a fake bright smile/ cheerful laugh.
If you ever see Mira crying around the base, then you know it’s something serious. She’s not just fallen over, she’s not just banged her head. It’s something SERIOUS.
The only normal time you’d find Mira crying is at night. Nightmares would haunt Mira almost every night, usually about the same thing. She’d wake up in tears, and sob quietly to herself. At first, Ezra would come in and she immediately stopped the tears and tried to seem happy. But as the time passed she’d let Ezra sit beside her and she’d just crawl to him in tears.
She was known by everyone to have the brightest smile, they just never realized that under that smile was so much fear and worry, that a little girl that age shouldn’t keep in.
We all know that was amazing scene and a huge step forward for our ship. What made the scene even more special is that we saw a side of both Jon and Dany that we’ve never seen before or in a long time.
We haven’t seen Dany vulnerable since season one. For seven years she’s been practically invincible. She has overcame every single obstacle put in her way and came out more powerful than she was before. For the first time in a long time we’ve seen Dany take a devastating loss. She has been shocked to her core. She could cried on anyone’s shoulder she wanted. She could have went to mourn all by herself. She could have rode Drogon back to Dragonstone. She decided to wait and Jon at sides. She wanted him to console her and he did just that in the most sweetest way possible.
One of the reasons we all love Jon Snow is because he’s probably one of the bravest and most selfless characters we’ve ever seen. He’s always fighting for everyone without expecting anything in return. He doesn’t want power. He doesn’t want a crown. All he wants to do is protect those who can’t protect themselves. But in 7x06 we saw something we’ve never seen from Jon. He actually something for himself. It wasn’t a crown, wealth, or power. It was our beloved Dany. That is one of the things that made the scene so special. He never really wanted anything but he wants her and I’m so happy he’s starting to her that. She didn’t even realize he was in love with her. Now she knows.
Request: Pleaasseee do
a part 2 for testing patience!!!! I would like to see her actually be really
upset about them belittling her anger and them realising what they have done
and then apologizing? 😃😊
You stayed in your room for the
rest of the day, and in the morning, you were still seething with anger, and
decided to just stay in bed.
Have you ever gotten so angry you
could throw something, scream, punch a wall, anything, just to try and deal
with the anger within you? But then those emotions start to change and the
anger brings you to tears and you just get so upset and you don’t even know
why? That was you.
Harrydidyaputyernameinthegolbetofiyahh Severus,“ Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.
The bruises didn’t hurt anymore. The pain didn’t linger after the initial blow. He had hit me so many times I knew what to expect, I knew how to try and protect myself. No the bruises didn’t hurt anymore. The only thing still sore after I got away from Tomas was my pride. Everyone told me he wasn’t the one, he wasn’t even worth my time. But I had to prove them right by dating him. I had to make my own mistakes.
And I had to damage myself by letting him hurt me.
The bruise on my cheek caused people to stare. When I got on the boat, people’s eyes followed me as I walked past them. If only they could see the faded bruises, the scars he left in his wake as he dug his nails into my skin. I had to have stitches along my hip last year because of a rusty nail he stabbed me with.
The physical scars lined my body. But they would never be as painful as the scars he left on my soul. He tore me down. He made me believe I wasn’t even good enough for myself. I had been so broken and abused I had to leave in the middle of the night. I fled with nothing more than a bag full of clothing. I left everything else behind.
This boat was my shot at freedom. This was my new beginning.
I had no idea where I was going. But I was getting away from him. I leaned against the railing, inhaling the sharp scent of sea water. The wind ripped through my hair, pushing it into my eyes. My fingers held tightly to the railing, but the sun made it easier to breathe. On the other side of this water was freedom. On the other side of the pain there was life.
He was asleep when I packed my bags. Tomas was usually a light sleeper, but somehow someone was watching over me. Maybe it was my mom, or maybe it was just dumb luck. Either way he didn’t wake when I dropped my bag, hurrying to shove as many things into it as I could. He didn’t even flinch when I grabbed the money out of his wallet and the rest I had stashed under the floorboard in the kitchen.
I avoided the last step, it was always the one that creaked and flew out the front door. I couldn’t take the car, or anything material other than my clothing. I couldn’t leave a trail. I had been saving for months, every penny he gave me went into my freedom fund. I had to get out before it was too late. I had to get out before he killed me.
He had taken away everyone in my life. He isolated me from my sisters, the few friends I had he cut them off. I had no one but him. And in the beginning I thought that was okay. In the beginning I thought he was the only one I would ever need. The only one I could ever want.
Now I realized that was his game. Make me have no one but him in my life. Make my only ally the man who was slowly killing me and I would never be able to break free.
The wind touched my cheeks as the boat started to move. The weight on my chest got lighter when I realized he couldn’t follow me now. I was setting off on my own journey, I was finding my own way. He would never know where I went, or who I would become.
The only saving grace I had was that I never married him. He never asked, more content with me as his toy, his girlfriend to parade around. He knew he controlled me, he knew I wouldn’t leave him. So he didn’t ask me to marry him. I’m not sure if I had the strength to say no. After all I was the coward who left in the middle of the night. I’m the one who ran away because I couldn’t face him.
Then again leaving was probably the bravest thing I had ever done.
I let out a slow breath and with it I tried to let go of my fears. A shadow crossed in front of me. I turned and looked at the stranger who had suddenly appeared. He was massive, broad and muscled. His hair hung close to his shoulders, a tattoo peeked out of his sleeve. His hand was dangerously close to him as he stood there, looking out at the water.
“Thinking about jumping?” His deep voice made something in my bruised heart sputter.
I shook my head, “no. Just thinking.”
“Well this is a beautiful view to be thinking in front of.”
He smiled, it reached his eyes and turned the brown golden. In that moment brown became one of the most beautiful colors I had ever seen. I thought Tomas had changed me. I thought the boy who had turned into a monster took away my ability, my desire to feel anything except pain. But this handsome stranger made my heart beat faster as we stood there together.
“Cassian,” he said quietly as his eyes met mine. He offered me his hand, but let it drop when I didn’t take it. He still wore that crooked smile, “I saw you come on the boat and I’ve been trying to get the nerve to talk to you.”
“Yeah. Right. I’m not interesting. I’m sure you probably just want to ask about my face.”
He cleared his throat, “actually no. But I hope you’ll tell me you ran into something. Or that the other guy looks worse. Because I don’t know you, but it burns my blood to think that someone hurt you.”
He held the railing tighter as he looked back at the water.
“They’re the reason I left,” I whispered before I could stop myself. I wanted to be free, to find a new life. But I knew that wasn’t possible unless I found a way out of the darkness that followed me. Out of the darkness Tomas had created.
“Where are you going?” He asked quietly.
“Where he can’t find me.”
We stood in silence, the water rushing around the boat. We didn’t say anything for a little while, both caught up in our own heads. I would give anything to know what he was thinking, if he was thinking about me. Something about this man, Cassian, made me feel safe. It was like I had known him for my entire life. Like we were two halves of a whole. Maybe the world created one heart and then spilt it into two pieces. Giving one to the person you’re meant to find as you walk this earth.
Or maybe I was going crazy.
“Nesta,” I finally said turning to face him, “I’m Nesta.”
He took my hand, his fingers were warm as they wrapped around mine. He gave me that crooked smile, “I know we just met, Nesta. But if you need somewhere to stay, I know someone who can help.”
Cassian’s friend Amren was the perfect roommate. She was quiet and minded her own business. She helped me find a job and never complained if I couldn’t give her my part of the rent on time. She didn’t care, apparently she had a trust fund and was fine fronting the bill as long as I cleaned up after myself.
His friend Mor, who he called his cousin because he was close friends with her actual cousin, was the one who forced me to talk. She had been through something similar, by the hands of her former fiancé, under her father’s command. She cried with me when I told her about Tomas. She held me as I recalled the first time it happened, when he promised it would never ever happen again.
In a way Mor was the only who truly understood what happened to me. She dried my tears and she told me I couldn’t let him win. I could cry now but I had to pull myself together. If I let the darkness pull me under then Tomas would win. Even if he never found me, he would win by destroying the girl I had been before we met.
I never did thank Cassian for bringing me here. I wasn’t sure I would’ve survive without him in this new place.
The only people I kept in contact with on the other side of the water were my sisters. Elain and Feyre had been devastated when Tomas told them he couldn’t find me. But when I called and told them what had happened, they promised they would tell him where I had ended up. They promised I would be safe on this side of the world.
Cassian came by everyday. At first it was cute, but it was slowly becoming annoying. He was arrogant, he was cocky. He knew exactly how to push my buttons. He was loyal and he was sweet. He was the only person in this new life that could make me laugh. Maybe that’s why he kept coming around. Because he wanted me to feel again. Because he wanted me to laugh more.
Once on a really bad day he came by and I was in a mood. The pain was unbearable and he was in my path. So when he asked me to get him water, something he could’ve done himself, I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice. I slammed it down in front of him and glared.
“This isn’t water.”
I shrugged, “wait.”
That was the first time he saw the Nesta I had been before. The broken down and angry Nesta. The girl who was still trying to heal herself. I hated how hard she was, how I wasn’t able to push past her and be the girl I had been before. Softer and trusting. Someone who wasn’t so afraid of the people who wanted to be in her life.
That day didn’t scare Cassian away though. He smiled, raising his eyebrows at me and laughing as I sat down beside him. He didn’t go to fill the glass himself. He waited for the ice to melted and then looked at me when he took the first sip. And just like that I laughed, the dark cloud that had been following me that day snapped.
Once again Cassian had proved to me how good he was. How sweet and loyal he was.
Usually he stopped by on his way to work to make sure I got out of bed. In the beginning that had been the hardest part. Then he started showing up in the evenings, after work. Claiming he had to see Amren or he had nothing else to do.
Then he started to cook me dinner every other night and promised me it meant nothing more than him seeing me eat. He said I was too thin, I needed to trust him. He said he just wanted me to know he was my friend. Friends help each other. He wanted me to feel safe. At least that’s what he kept saying.
But then one day something changed. He looked at me and I realized I was safe here, but not because I was in a new place. I was safe with him; because of him.
That night I made dinner. I had been living with Amren for almost 2 months. Cassian still came over every night to see us. He told me about the gym, he told me about his friends. I listened and laughed at his stupid jokes. I even met the two men he called his brothers and they were just as kind as him. I knew Feyre would be taken with the violet eyed one. Elain would lean towards the quiet dark one.
So one night I cooked him his favorite, the easiest meal I could make. I knew it wasn’t perfect, there were a few burnt edges to the pasta. But I had done something I never tried before. Something Tomas would’ve laughed at. I set out two plates and I wore a new dress I found on sale. I even lit a few candles.
When he showed up, fresh out of the shower after working at the gym he ran with his two best friends, he seemed surprised. Amren had found somewhere else to be and well it was just the two of us. My hands were shaking when I heard his truck pull up. I was nervous, I hadn’t been nervous to see a man in a long time. Since before Tomas and I had fallen down that dark hole.
But I was nervous because this was Cassian. My friend. This was Cassian, the man who had somehow seen me through the barbed wired I had built around my heart.
“Nes?” He asked quietly as I met him at the door.
His brown eyes turned that golden shade again as they met mine. He was beautiful, his hair damp and clinging to his neck. His shirt tight against his arms, his smile lighting up his face. When we first met I knew he was handsome. I just didn’t realize he was beautiful. Inside and out this man was a rare breed. Or maybe I had just been looking in all the wrong places for someone like him.
I could’ve stood there all day and looked into his eyes. It was like seeing his soul. It was like seeing myself for the very first time. He didn’t see me as weak or broken. He never saw me as a girl who needed to be saved. He saw me as Nesta, the girl he met on a Sunday staring at the water.
The girl he now called his very best friend.
I smiled, a real smile, and took his hand in mine, “I made you dinner to thank you. For being so kind to me when I didn’t know anyone, when I could’ve faltered and ran back to that horrible excuse of a man. Thank you Cass. You are the light guiding me out of the darkness even when I didn’t want you to be.”
His hand moved to my cheek, cupping it as his thumb brushed lightly over my skin, “Nesta.”
I shook my head and leaned in, afraid more words would ruin this moment. So I stood up on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his, sealing the rest of my life. In that moment when his lips met mine, I felt everything right itself in my world. The bruises that lined my soul, the aches inside my heart, they all healed in that moment. I closed my eyes and I saw the stars, I saw our happiness, I heard my own laughter.
It was that kiss that broke the hold on me. The darkness was gone, the light had broken through. I pulled on his shirt, bringing him closer to me. I could feel his heart hammering inside his chest. It was beating as erratically as mine. His fingers dug into my waist as he kissed me like I was the air he needed to fill his lungs. Like he was drowning and I was the only thing that could bring him back.
“Nesta,” he leaned his forehead against mine and then pressed another soft kiss against my lips, “gods above I’ve wanted to kiss you for the last two months.”
I giggled. My eyes met his and I held his gaze. I could only hope he saw the truth reflected in my gaze, “you gave me time to heal. I didn’t realize what was happening until you showed up in my heart.”
He laced his fingers through mine, “he never deserved you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, “no. But he brought me to you. Even after the hell he put me through I will be forever grateful for that.”
“Did you do all this for me?” He asked softly as he held me in his arms.
I laughed, “for us. As our first date.”
Cassian shook his head, “no. This isn’t our first date. Why do you think I cooked you so many meals these last two months?”
I leaned into him, “okay. Our first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend.”
He smiled as he kissed me again. God I didn’t know what I did to deserve this man. But I would never ever let myself lose him. He held me as if he was making me that promise to. He would never hurt me. He would never falter. He would always be there and he would always be mine.
And in that moment nothing mattered more than that unspoken promise we made each other. To fall slowly, to help each other heal. To be each other’s best friend and greatest love.
My bruises that had lined my skin were finally healed, they were faded now. Cassian had been there for all the pain. He helped me heal, he watched them turn yellow and disappear. A few nights he had sat beside me and traced his fingers over one of the worst ones on my arm. And I realized as his eyes stared at that angry bruise, he never once told me I wasn’t beautiful. He never made me feel as if this had been all my fault.
Cassian was my savior. My warrior in disguise.
“So what do you say?” I asked quietly, our faces still pressed close together, “can I tell everyone you’re mine?”
He laughed, his big hand wrapping around my neck and holding me there, our breath mixing together, “you don’t have to. I told them already, the day I brought you home.”
Maybe Tomas had broke me. Maybe he had given me scars and told me I would never be worthy of a male except for him. But if that was true, then so was this. Cassian had resurrected me. He put those broken pieces back together and proved to me that even in the darkest moments there was light to be found.
I wasn’t broken anymore, because of my brown eyed boy. I wasn’t scared or hurting, because he took the chance and gave me a home.
I giggled, brushing my nose with his before kissing him again. I wrapped myself around him as he pulled me up into his arms and carried me towards my bedroom. Dinner was long forgotten as he laid me down against the mattress. When he whispered more sweet promises into my skin, I knew I had finally made it to the other side and found my own beautiful piece of life.
Marco pulled his hood up over his face while Star did the same. It was insane for a human to be in the underworld! If they were seen they’d be thrown out at once, and not to mention their parents would kill them! “Where do we even start looking?” Star asked. Marco shrugged and looked around the little town in the Underworld.
“I have no idea… can you feel anything?” Marco asked, trying to see if Star’s link with Janna was any stronger now that they were in the same universe. Star closed he eyes and scrunched up her face.
“I… I know she’s not far… she has to be in this city I feel it.” Star opened up her eyes. “But other than that I’m not getting anything.” She admitted. Marco nodded and continued to think of a plan. “What about you?” Star asked. Marco whipped around and shook his head.
“You know I’ve never felt anything… Tom doesn’t know about me! So why would I feel him?” Marco asked. He was obviously insecure about this.
“Well that’s why we have to find him. YOU have to find him.” Star spoke. “Just because he can’t feel you, doesn’t mean you can’t. Just try. Just think about how sad he is not knowing you, and that you have to find him.” Star encouraged. “Whenever Janna feels lonely… I feel it too, and it’s like I know where she is so I can go to her.” Star blushed a bit and tucked her hair behind her ear. Marco nodded and closed his eyes.
He was still for a long time before opening up his eyes. “I know where he is!” Marco exclaimed suddenly, and grabbed Star’s arm and pulled her across town. Star ran to keep up with Marco pulling her. He was on a mission. He didn’t know where he was going, but somehow he knew where to run. The kids made it to a tall building on the end of town.
“Oh! I’ve seen this place in books and stuff.” Star recalled, the underworld was taught in school. “It’s a dojo where our demons train to fight for us!” Star spun on her heel and swooned. “My Janna is probably the bravest warrior in the whole place!” She exclaimed. Marco rolled his eyes and peeked in through the window.
“Star look!” Marco exclaimed. Star pushed past him and looked in the room, gasping when the girl inside turned around, showing the tattoo of the name “Star” on her chest over he heart.
“Oh my god it’s her! Oh my god it’s Janna!” Star jumped up and down. “I found her I found her I found her!” She cried over and over again. Marco looked back in the window with big eyes, looking around.
“Then that must mean the person with her is Tom! I felt him here? Right? It has to be him!” Marco exclaimed. He then frowned and pressed his hands on the window. “He looks sad… no wonder I knew where he was.” Marco sighed. “Let’s go!” He grinned.
“No!” Star shook her head. “Our demon is supposed to rescue US.” She reminded. “We can’t just go in there! There has to be a way to get their attention without blowing our cover.” Star began.
“Star don’t overthink this-” She cut Marco off.
“Wait! Our demons can sense when we’re in danger to rush to our rescue! I have a plan!” Star began to climb up the side of the dojo.
“Uhhh, Star?” Marco asked nervously.
“I have a plan Marco.” She repeated. Marco watched with wide and fearful eyes as his friend climbed to the very top of the tall building. He tried to get her attention a few more times, to know what this crazy plan was. But she ignored him. Finally Star made it to the top of the building, smoothed out her skirt, and cleared her throat. “I’M GOING TO JUMP!” She screamed.
“STAR!” Marco yelled. Before he could do anything the girl hurled herself off the building. Marco clapped a hand over his mouth, but then felt himself get thrown out of the way very roughly. Marco looked up and saw the same dark haired girl had darted out of the dojo. She lept into the air and caught Star mid-fall, landing safely onto the ground.
“Star!” Marco sighed in relief. “Don’t do something so stupid ever again!” he cried out. But his yelling was dismissed when he saw Star staring up at Janna dreamily.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me fall!” Star exclaimed. Janna looked confused and Star brushed her coat off her shoulders so Janna could see the tattoo of her name.
“S-Star?” She asked, letting the human girl down. Star nodded and Janna just stared with wide eyes. “I-I was supposed to find you? What are you doing here and…”
“I got tired of waiting, I wanted to see you.” Star explained. “Are you upset with me?” She asked. But before Star could get worried that her soulmate was angry, Janna scooped Star up and twirled her around in circles. The couple laughed and kissed for the first time. “I’m so happy I could have found you and-”
“Janna what the hell happened out here?” Tom asked, stepping outside. He had heard Star’s call and saw Janna dart out like a bullet, before he even had time to process what happened. He saw Janna holding a kissing a human and just sort of froze. “What-what’s happening?” he asked. Star pulled away from Janna and Tom’s eyes widened when he saw the tattoo. “Oh my… oh my god, Janna, I-I’m so happy for you.” This seemed a little forced, but Tom gave his friend a hug. Star stepped away from Janna and looked at Marco, who was watching shyly from a few feet away.
“Tom, this is Star! My soulmate!” Janna grinned. The three chatted lively, but Star kept motioning for Marco to come forward and say something, but the human remained still. He couldn’t believe it, Tom was RIGHT THERE! All he had to do was say something, but he couldn’t even open his mouth to get the demon’s attention. “Who’s that?” Janna asked, her arm was still around Star. Marco gulped when Tom looked over at him.
“T-Tom?” Marco asked nervously.
“You need something?” Tom asked. Marco coughed nervously and took a step forward. He fidgeted a little and took another step, only to trip on his own two feet and fall forward. But before he could hit the ground Tom lept forward and caught him, holding the human as if he were dipping him during a dance. “… Woah…” Tom mumbled. Marco smiled up at him, he was beginning to understand. Tom helped the human up and Marco turned his head, showing the name under his hairline.
“You could never see it because it was blocked by your horns… I uhm… sort of guessed this and came to find you… with Star.” Marco motioned to his friend, who wasn’t paying attention. She and Janna were back to kissing. “Please don’t be upset with me. I know it’s a demon’s job to come and find their human but I was scared you’d think you were all alone and-”
“I have a soulmate…” Tom mumbled. Marco stopped talking and looked at the demon. Tom looked up and Marco gasped when he saw he had tears in his eyes. “I have a soulmate! I have somebody who loves me! I-I… Wait, what’s your name?” Tom stopped. Marco burst out in laughter and brushed his hair behind his ear.
“Marco.” He told the demon. “I already know your name… I knew ever since I was little but you weren’t so lucky.” He teased, blushing. Tom blushed furiously.
“Marco…” He whispered to himself. “My… my human… JANNA I FOUND HIM!” Tom cried out, jumping in the air, he floated for a second with fire at his feet and then landed, laughing joyously. Marco jumped into the demon’s arms and they clung on to each other. But then Tom pulled away. “Oh wait! Janna we forgot to do that thing!” He cried.
“Oh shoot!” Janna pulled away from Star and stood by Tom. “We-when we were little we learned this thing and, it’s a pledge!” Janna grinned. “A demon is supposed to tell it to their human once we meet and… we should say it now?” Tom asked his friend. They were both clearly very nervous. Janna nodded and the two humans watched their demons fumble over their words.
“We as demons, pledge to protect and…” Tom trialed off.
“Serve!” Janna recalled. “Right! Serve!” Tom remembered. “Uh… serve you… and fight for you as… fight as something.” Tom tried.
“Bottom line is we fight for you.” Janna cut in.
“A soldier! There was something about being a soldier we were supposed to say.” Tom rambled. Janna nodded. The two kids tried to remember the pledge they were supposed to say, but neither could really speak clearly. Due to their nerves and forgetfulness. Marco smiled big and watched Tom try to speak, but he kept getting distracted by the human. “We-we’ll figure it out later.” Tom blushed and looked away.
“I think it sounded great.” Star shrugged and gave Janna a kiss on the cheek. “You did especially amazing.” She giggled. Tom smiled at his friend, and jumped when he felt a hand reach over to hold his. He looked over and blushed deeply when he saw Marco.
Foggy: “I’ll be straight up with you folks. I have a friend. He’s probably the bravest man I’ve ever met. And no matter how much I beg him to teach me to be like him… in the whole time I’ve known him, I’ve learned only one thing about fearlessness: It’s contagious.”
[Daredevil vol. 3 #31 by Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, and Javier Rodriguez]
We all have our own reasons for loving and embracing the superhero narrative– the cool powers, the exciting stories, the drama and intrigue– but at the end of the day, superheroes are people we can turn to for hope. They are the embodiment of the idea that someone is out there, looking out for us, protecting us from evil. They show us that even when the world looks like a dark place, even when all seems lost, it is possible– it is necessary– to stand back up, to be brave, to keep on fighting. And they show us that even in these dark times, there is always hope that good will prevail, and that the darkness will pass. Take strength from them. Let them inspire you. That’s what they’re there for.