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Jon's Reactions x "Beyond the Wall"




Jon: *wakes up on boat* i must have died and gone to heaven HOLY-

Jon: *Dany tries to pull away her hand* NOPE YOU’RE MINE NOW *smoulder*

GoT 7x07 Finale Thoughts

So it’s finally here. The finale. The epic conclusion for this epic season… lol I’m kidding. This season has been a mess and so was this episode. But as always, let’s begin to unpack the nonsense to hopefully find some sense to it all. 

We begin the episode with Grey Worm and the Unsullied and Bron and Jaime overlooking them before the Dothraki come riding up. At first, I’ll be honest, I was wondering how the hell Grey Worm managed to escape Casterly Rock while Euron surrounded the place with his ships? Of course, it’s because everyone’s going to the Dragonpit meeting and bringing the might of their armies in the case it all goes to shit. I find that interesting because if not for this meeting, I believed there was no way Grey Worm would’ve come out unscathed. I still feel like either Grey Worm or Missandei is going to die soon and it’s going to take a large toll on the other, forcing them to question their previously unwavering loyalty to Dani. 

Nevertheless, this episode isn’t about that. It was just a stray thought. Let’s move onto the next scene, which I found interesting. Jon looks towards King’s Landing and asks, “why would anyone want to live there?” which just goes to cement his love for the North. So repeat after me, Jon Snow would never be happy in King’s Landing or anywhere south of Winterfell. It’s not who he is. It’ll never be who he is because Jon Snow is loyal to the North. Although it really doesn’t feel like it this episode, we’ll get to that in a moment. 

There are a lot of reunions happening during the Dragonpit scenes. A lot of it feels very gratuitous, like D&D is all ‘look we got all your favs in one place, isn’t this cool!’ But nah D&D, what would be cool is a consistent and sensical plot with character continuity. Nevertheless, this is what we got and I did really love the interactions between Tyrion and Podrick, Tyrion and Bronn and the original OT3 together again. Also, the little exchange between Brienne and the Hound was kind of adorable, which is not an adjective I would’ve used for their relationship. I just really liked how proud they both seemed of Arya.

On this walk to the Dragonpit, there was one conversation that I paid particular attention to, which was Jorah talking about the history of the Dragonpit and why it was created:

“Dragons don’t understand the difference between what is theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children. Letting them roam free around the city was a problem.”

We’ve already seen that this is the case with Dani’s dragons when it burnt a child and I feel like this may come up again in S8. Look, if centuries of Targaryens couldn’t control their dragons, how will Dani? She ain’t that special. Even she’s said that those dragons can’t be tamed. They’re a danger to Westeros, just as the Others are. Both ‘Ice’ and ‘Fire’ are destructive forces to the fate of the Seven Kingdoms. By the end of the story, both will die. 

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Have you noticed how Littlefinger's plan was actually to use Arya to get rid of Brienne?

Brienne is very suspicious of Littlefinger’s intentions, so he sees her as a threat to his influence over Sansa.

He knows Brienne was sworn to protect both Catelyn’s daughters so she would never harm Arya.

But if Arya decides to hurt Sansa, Brienne would have to interfere to protect her but at same time she couldn’t hurt Arya either so she’d probably be killed by the youngest one.

Sansa realizes this at the moment Littlefinger talks about Brienne. There’s even a close up on her face at this very moment to show us that.

Sansa probably decided to speak with him alone to figure out his plan because she knew he was the one behind Arya finding that letter.

The next move she makes is to send Brienne away. She could have just sent King’s Landing a raven saying “no, thanks I’m busy”, but she decided to send Brienne in her place to keep Brienne safe.

She tries politelly at first, but as Brienne insists to stay Sansa says hard words to make Brienne leave.

After Brienne leaves, we see how upset Sansa was for being rude with her but she knows it was necessary.

And remember Arya gave Sansa her dagger?

It was a gesture of good will like she’s saying “here, I trust you, you’re my sister after all”.

I bet Sansa will return Arya dagger back to her the same way next episode as a “here, I trust you too” gesture.

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Jon Snow’s Top 10 Lies

1. He lied so he wouldn’t have to hang out with his friends: 

“My lord, will you sup with us? Owen, shove over and make room for Jon.”
Jon wanted nothing more. No, he had to tell himself, those days are gone. The realization twisted in his belly like a knife. They had chosen him to rule. The Wall was his, and their lives were his as well. A lord may love the men that he commands, he could hear his lord father saying, but he cannot be a friend to them. One day he may need to sit in judgment on them, or send them forth to die. “Another day,” the lord commander lied. “Edd, best see to your own supper. I have work to finish.”

2. He lied to his best friend about why his girlfriend was crying:

“I will.” Sam sounded relieved. “My lord, if I might ask … I saw Gilly leaving. She was almost crying.”
“Val sent her to plead for Mance again,” Jon lied, and they talked for a while of Mance and Stannis and Melisandre of Asshai, until the raven ate the last corn kernel and screamed, “Blood.”
“I am sending Gilly away,” Jon said. “Her and the boy. We will need to find another wet nurse for his milk brother.”

3. He lied to the wildlings about the defenses at the Wall:

After each day’s march the Magnar summoned him to ask shrewd sharp questions about Castle Black, its garrison and defenses. Jon lied where he dared and feigned ignorance a few times, but Grigg the Goat and Errok listened as well, and they knew enough to make Jon careful. Too blatant a lie would betray him. But the truth was terrible. Castle Black had no defenses, but for the Wall itself.

4. He lied to Mance about his loyalties and lied about belonging to Ygritte:

“Ygritte stepped in front of Jon. “You can’t kill a man for lying to protect them as was his brothers.”
“They are still his brothers,” declared Styr.
“They’re not,” insisted Ygritte. “He never killed me, like they told him. And he slew the Halfhand, we all saw.”
Jon’s breath misted the air. If I lie to him, he’ll know. He looked Mance Rayder in the eyes, opened and closed his burned hand. “I wear the cloak you gave me, Your Grace.”
“A sheepskin cloak!” said Ygritte. “And there’s many a night we dance beneath it, too!”
Jarl laughed, and even Harma Dogshead smirked. “Is that the way of it, Jon Snow?” asked Mance Rayder, mildly. “Her and you?”
It was easy to lose your way beyond the Wall. Jon did not know that he could tell honor from shame anymore, or right from wrong. Father forgive me. “Yes,” he said.

5. He lied to Mance about how many men were at the Fist:

“The question is, how many?”
Jon’s face was throbbing, the snow kept coming down, and it was hard to think. You must not balk, whatever is asked of you, Qhorin had told him. The words stuck in his throat, but he made himself say, “There were three hundred of us.”
“Us?” Mance said sharply.
“Them. Three hundred of them.” Whatever is asked, the Halfhand said. So why do I feel so craven? “Two hundred from Castle Black, and one hundred from the Shadow Tower.”
“There’s a truer song than the one you sang in my tent.” Mance looked to Harma Dogshead. “How many horses have we found?”
“More’n a hundred,” that huge woman replied, “less than two. There’s more dead to the east, under the snow, hard t’ know how many.” Behind her stood her banner bearer, holding a pole with a dog’s head on it, fresh enough to still be leaking blood.
“You should never have lied to me, Jon Snow,” said Mance.
“I … I know that.” What could he say?”

6. He lied about his reasons to avoid fucking Ygritte:

“Do you mislike the girl?” Tormund asked him as they passed another twenty mammoths, these bearing wildlings in tall wooden towers instead of giants.
“No, but I … ” What can I say that he will believe? “I am still too young to wed.”

7. He lied by sin of omission to Ygritte:

“When Mance hears how you did for Halfhand, he’ll take you quick enough,” she told him.
“Take me for what?”
The girl laughed scornfully. “For one o’ us. D’ya think you’re the first crow ever flew down off the Wall? In your hearts you all want to fly free.”
“And when I’m free,” he said slowly, “will I be free to go?”
“Sure you will.” She had a warm smile, despite her crooked teeth. “And we’ll be free to kill you. It’s dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o’ it.” She put her gloved hand on his leg, just above the knee. “You’ll see.”
I will, thought Jon. I will see, and hear, and learn, and when I have I will carry the word back to the Wall. The wildlings had taken him for an oathbreaker, but in his heart he was still a man of the Night’s Watch.

8. He lied to his girlfriend and pretended to be hers forever and ever:

You’re mine,” she whispered. “Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we’ll live.”
“Yes.” His voice was thick. “First we’ll live.”

She grinned at that, showing Jon the crooked teeth that he had somehow come to love. Wildling to the bone, he thought again, with a sick sad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

9. He didn’t tell his friends that they would all probably be dead soon:

Every day he spent among the wildlings made what he had to do that much harder. He was going to have to find some way to betray these men, and when he did they would die. He did not want their friendship, any more than he wanted Ygritte’s love…The worst of the lot was Del, a horsefaced youth near Jon’s own age, who would talk dreamily of this wildling girl he meant to steal. “She’s lucky, like your Ygritte. She’s kissed by fire.” Jon had to bite his tongue. He didn’t want to know about Del’s girl or Bodger’s mother, the place by the sea that Henk the Helm came from, how Grigg yearned to visit the green men on the Isle of Faces, or the time a moose had chased Toefinger up a tree. 

10. He lied to his best friend, for the second time, about the fucked up shit he did to his girlfriend:

“She nursed them both and loved them both,” said Aemon, “but not alike. No mother loves all her children the same, not even the Mother Above. Gilly did not leave the child willingly, I am certain. What threats the Lord Commander made, what promises, I can only guess … but threats and promises there surely were.”
No. No, that’s wrong. Jon would never …”
“Jon would never. Lord Snow did.
Sometimes there is no happy choice, Sam, only one less grievous than the others.”

Lindsey Morgan deserves all of the love in the world and here’s why...

For those of you who don’t know, I was at the Unity Days convention. I was there for all 3 days. Lindsey was asked by a fan at the “The 100 Women Panel”, the last panel before the closing panel, about Raven’s disability. The question was ‘what is it like acting with the brace on?’ Lindsey revealed something about her role that I had never heard before. I don’t know if she has ever said this publicly before but it made the respect I have for her as a person and as a performer grow tenfold. 

The brace actually causes imbalance in Lindsey’s body. Her leg and hip are a bit messed up because of it. Alongside that, her shoulder on the same side of her body as the brace was dislocated in season 3, while she was under the possession of ALIE..

Due to wearing the brace and the dislocated shoulder, her physiotherapist has said that her body is basically crooked. She has to do physiotherapy exercises and she has to be very careful with her left side. 

Despite all of this, Lindsey said she wouldn’t trade her job for anything. She loves being Raven. She loves showing people that your weaknesses can become your strengths. 

I don’t know what Lindsey said that made people start sending her this hate. I was not there when she allegedly said, “Bellarke is boring.” It might have been at a meet and greet but I don’t know if she ever said this or in what context.

What you need to know is that Lindsey had been working all day on Saturday filming for the show. She was very sick today and was taking a lot of NyQuil. She said so herself at the Welcome panel and I heard her manager speak about this as well. Despite being sick and working like a dog, she still came to the Con. She still made time for us. She’s amazing for doing that. At 4:30, the closing panel ended and Lindsey had to immediately run to go do stunt rehearsal. They have 3 more days of filming. Basically, she left the con to go straight back to work. The work that she has to do physical therapy for! She probably read all those nasty tweets on the way to the set. How awful. How can anyone who was at the convention say these hateful things about her? After hearing how much she gives and gives for this show. 

I think it’s okay for me to share this. She said this in full confidence at the panel. She wouldn’t have shared these stories knowing that this information about the brace could spread. Let me emphasize that she never blamed the show! She never said “oh the 100 is so crap because they gave me a brace that hurts my body.” She never, ever said that. Or anything like it. She loves her coworkers. She loves playing Raven and inspiring people through her. She was nothing but positive and I don’t understand what’s so difficult about giving that positivity back. She was on fire, guys. She gave multiple long, inspirational speeches about loving yourself and turning your weaknesses into strengths. She said she loves the fans. These cons reenergize her because the fans inspire her. 

If you want to debate me on this, save your breath. There is no reason to hate on Lindsey Morgan. There’s no reason to be nasty. Choose kindness, please! You might find that you’ll end up as a happier person when you choose kindness instead of hate. 

who’s scruffy looking?

in which clarke has ~a thing~ for bellamy’s beard

happy late birthday to @prosciuttoe​; sorry this isn’t furry enough for you 🌚

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As with most things, Raven is partially to blame.

(“I don’t understand why you’re also blaming me ,” mutters Miller mulishly, “ She’s the one who made the bet with him. I had nothing to do with their bullshit ideas.”

“You spurred them on,” says Clarke, and he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.)

It starts when Miller returns from vacationing with his dad up in the mountains sporting a full beard.

His beard isn’t really anything new to them- normally he just errs on the side of scruffy, but has been known to grow it out once in a while, especially back when they were in college- so there’s just the general ribbing and maybe one or two pointed comments dropped by Monty before they ignore it.

And then Bellamy gets drunk.

Bellamy doesn’t usually get drunk when they go out; in fact he’s usually the one still annoyingly sober while they do stupid shit like climbing up on the tables or trying to rewire the jukebox. But it is the start of summer break and all his AP students passed their exams so if there was an occasion for overdoing the celebratory drinking, this would be it.

Drunken Bellamy is even sort of cute, far more tactile and vocal about his affection. Which is why it’s no surprise that as the night wears on, they find him gently stroking Miller’s cheek murmuring all sorts of nonsense while Miller looks three seconds away from throttling him. Clarke sneaks a picture. She’s totally going to use this in a mood board when his birthday comes around.

“I’m so jealous of your beard,” he slurs, just a little, and Miller slaps his fingers away. “I’ve always wanted a beard.”

“I don’t know if you’ve realised this,” says Raven, dropping in from seemingly out of nowhere, “But you’ve got all the components you need to grow a beard, Blake.”

Miller snorts at the exact same moment Bellamy’s face falls. “Yeah, no. Theoretically he might have them but trust me on this. Blake is as bare faced as they come.”

Raven’s eyes practically light up at that and her head snaps back to look at him. “You can’t grow a beard?” she asks delightedly.

“Of course I can grow a beard,” he grumbles.

“Then how come we’ve never seen you with one?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable .”

“Uh huh, sure. That’s why.” She lifts an eyebrow. “I bet you can’t grow a full beard like Miller’s before the month’s up.”

“Easiest fucking bet you’ve ever made, Reyes,” says Miller, and Bellamy elbows him in the ribs.

“I can totally grow a beard in the next three weeks,” he protests. “I don’t need to prove that to you.”

“Methinks the man doth protests too much,” she says in a sing-song voice, and his scowl deepens.

“I’m not protesting. And that’s not the quote.”

“Come on,” she wheedles, “Fifty bucks says you can’t.”

He glowers at her for one last moment before finally caving. “Fine,” he sighs, sticking his hand out for her to shake. She does so rather enthusiastically and Clarke already knows that this is going to be a disaster. “I’ll take your stupid bet.”

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how am I supposed to live without you

Bellamy and Clarke were something, until they weren’t.

But now she’s in the hospital and Bellamy’s the only one around.

Inspired by The Big Sick, but only in the sense that it’s angsty-exes-and-a-hospitalization.  Chapter ½, ~7k.  Rated a very light M.

Bellamy was halfway to his car when his phone rang.  He considered ignoring it— in addition to a backpack that weighed a ton he had three books in his left hand that hadn’t fit into his bag— but given that Octavia was the only person who contacted him regularly and she would rather die than use a communication method other than Snapchat or text, he figured it was an emergency.

A local number flashed at him and he definitely considered hitting ignore then, but the part of him that worried— the part Octavia and Miller liked to tease him about— got the better of him.  He hefted his books higher and pressed the phone to his ear.  “Hello?”

“Is this Bellamy Blake?” a vaguely familiar female voice asked.

His heart leapt into his throat.  Something bad was coming, he could feel it. “Yes?”

“It’s Raven,” she said briskly and it took him a second to place the name.  He’d done his best to put that part of his life behind him, after all.  It still hurt to think about.  

“Raven?  Why are you—”

“Shut up and listen,” she snapped.  “I just got a call from Arkadia Memorial and Clarke has been in an accident.”  His stomach plummeted, even though just Clarke’s name was enough to pierce his heart.  “I need you to get there and hold down the fort until I can get back.”

“What about—”

“Her mom is out of the country and unreachable, Monty and I are at a conference in Chicago and can’t get home until tomorrow night, and Wells lives in fucking Seattle.  And absolutely no one in their right mind would put Jasper in charge of this,” she said grimly.  “Trust me, you’re my last fucking option.  Only option, actually.”

“Is she—”

“She’s fine,” Raven said, apparently uninterested in letting him finish a sentence.  “Well, not fine.  But she’s alive and stable and that’s what we’re hanging onto.  Are you gonna do this or not?”

“Of course I will,” he said without thinking.  “Arkadia Memorial’s just over ten minutes from here.  I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Make it five,” Raven said and hung up.

He didn’t even know Clarke was back.  He knew her fellowship ended a month ago, of course, but she’d been so happy in Monterey he assumed she’d want to stay there.  He couldn’t blame her for not contacting him but it still stung to know she had moved back to Virginia and didn’t even send him a Facebook message.

Not that he would have responded.  He was still pissed at her.  Really pissed.

So pissed that his heart raced and his hands shook the whole way to the hospital, and he was reasonably sure he ran at least two stop signs on the way.   She’s alive and stable did not sound comforting, and he didn’t know Raven well but he knew what a stressed out, worried friend sounded like.  He didn’t remember parking and vaguely hoped he wasn’t going to get towed, but shit like that didn’t matter when Clarke might be dying and the last thing he said to her was just fucking leave.

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Varys King of Spies: Is Jonsa playing the game better than we think?

I’ve been doing some thinking about some of the lingering questions I have about Jon and Sansa in season 7 and one in particular has been nagging at me a lot lately. The question is did Jon and Sansa know ahead of time that Varys was a part of Dany’s small council?

This question has been nagging at me because I’m still torn about whether or not some of Sansa’s words around Littlefinger can be taken at face value. The particular scene I’m talking about is the one where she tells him that she hasn’t heard from Jon in weeks.

It might seem like my question about Varys is irrelevant to that scene but here me out for a second and hopefully I can make some sense out of my line of thinking.

If Jon and Sansa knew a head of time that Varys was a part of Dany’s small council then that would give them the chance to plan accordingly. Varys was the master of whispers and fed intel to Cersei and LF while Sansa was in KL. This means Sansa would know that Varys will intercept any communications between she and Jon while he is at dragonstone and possibly feed that information back to Dany. They actually made it a point to show us Varys intercepting a raven meant for Jon and telling tyrion about it before Jon can even see it. What if that wasn’t there for no reason? Why do that if it wasn’t important for us to know that Varys reads Jon’s letters? They didn’t even reveal the content of the letter they just revealed that Jon is basically being spied on while he is at dragonstone and this is something that Sansa could have easily predicted would happen.

We know Sansa and Jon had talks about
his dragonstone mission off screen since Sansa mentions telling Jon that the Lords would turn on him and attempt to crown her if he’s gone too long. We also saw Jon ask for Sansa’s opinion on Tyrion on screen. If Sansa had info about Varys she would tell Jon and they would be able to plan accordingly.

It always struck as odd that Sansa implies that she and Jon were in communication but then it stopped….yet we never actually saw any ravens be exchanged between the two of them. We only saw TWO ravens exchanged while Jon was at dragonstone. The raven Bran sent Jon, which Varys intercepted, and the raven Jon sent Sansa telling her he had bent the knee. If there was more why didn’t we see it? How often did they communicate? What did they talk about? If Jon and Sansa had been in communication then why did BRAN notify Jon that Arya was alive and back at Winterfel instead of Sansa? Why was Bran’s raven the first time Jon learned that Bran was alive? If he and Sansa were communicating why didn’t Sansa notify Jon of Bran and Arya’s return herself? When Jon read bran’s raven he told Dany that he thought they were both dead….even tho they had been back at Winterfell for weeks by that point…. it’s odd.

All my questions, including my original one point me in one direction……Sansa and Jon were actually never in communication while Jon was at dragonstone, therefore Sansa didn’t just lie to LF about not hearing from him in weeks, she lied about communicating with him all. This theory operates under the assumption that the answer to my original question about Varys is Sansa and Jon knew Varys was there but to me this assumption makes a lot of vague things make sense and it’s a reasonable assumption to make.

If Sansa and Jon knew that Varys was there, they would make an agreement to not communicate with each other before Jon leaves. If they know that their messages will be intercepted, and again we actually saw this happen with Bran’s raven, then they wouldn’t communicate to protect the north from their enemies. They both know they have to be smart. Sansa saw Varys and LF at work in KL and how they collected info against their enemies and manipulated everyone around them. I can’t see Jon or Sansa wanting any intel about the north getting back to Dany and her camp so Sansa sending Jon ravens updating him about their armies and the state of their home would be off the table. Just like Jon telling Sansa about what’s going on with him at dragonstone, like his status as a prisoner, etc. would be off the table as well. Jon doesn’t even tell Dany and personal information about himself while he is there. If he’s that guarded with his own business he’s going to be even more guarded with the North’s business.

This agreement would explain why Sansa isn’t the one who tells Jon that Arya and Bran are alive, that information in the wrong hands can be used against them. The information only comes out because Jon becomes emotional and wants to leave the island to her back to his family as the walkers approach. Bran wouldn’t know about this prior agreement so him sending Jon the raven without Sansa knowing would still fit because Bran did that on his own, not with Sansa. They need to protect the north in any way they can so keeping all of the north’s business in the north while the king is away would be the smart thing to do. They could have agreed to only write if it’s an emergency situation or agreed to only write them Jon is on his way back to the north.

A major theme for Jon and Sansa since they reunited has been trust. This agreement to not communicate would be the first true test of how much they trust each other. Jon would have to trust Sansa with the north and with LF while he is away with zero knowledge of what’s going on. Sansa would have to trust that Jon will do wherever it takes to protect their home and return to her while she stays completely in the dark about his progress and his methods. To separate at such a crucial time and agree to not communicate would require major trust in each other. If they did agree to this then Jon’s trust in Sansa was not misplaced because while Jon is gone Sansa grows more loyal to Jon as the episodes pass. She refuses to take power away from him twice and she gets rid of the biggest enemy in their camp and maintains their hold on the vale. She keeps his armies united, fed, and trained properly while he’s gone. Now as far as Jon is concerned he’s been doing a lot of stuff as well but it remains to be seen if he’s held up to his end of the bargain and hasn’t made Sansa placing her trust of him be in vain….but if the ULT or politician Jon theory is correct then Jon has been deserving of Sansa’s trust because he’s been working his own plan to secure their home and safety, even at the expense of his own body and honor.

If Jon and Sansa haven’t been communicating since Jon left then it would also make her conversations with LF AND her reaction to the raven she receives from Jon make sense.

Sansa knows that LF wants to drive a wedge between her and Jon so why would she tell him that she hasn’t talked to Jon in weeks, giving him an opening to manipulate her? She wouldn’t, which is why it was probably a lie meant to feel LF out and understand his plans. It’s a complete lie since he doesn’t know that she hasn’t talked to Jon at all since he left. This is the same conversation where LF attempts to get her to bring Brienne into her fight with arya and Sansa later does the exact opposite of his suggestion. It’s clear that she was not actually seeking his council but she was feeling him out and getting information from him to help her figure out the arya situation better and figure out his plotting.

In their next solo scene Sansa once again reveals information to LF that doesn’t make sense. She tells him that Jon bent the knee. It’s abundantly clear in this scene that Sansa is manipulating LF and we see the payoff of this when she brings him to trial later in the episode. But the most curious thing was the actual scroll she received and her reaction to Jon’s decision. The actual words of the scroll also felt odd. So why would Jon send Sansa that raven so late when he “bent” the knee before he reached Cersei and why did Sansa seem only slightly annoyed? It’s clear her reaction was for LF’s benefit but even after he dies Jon bending the knee never comes up again at all and Sansa doesn’t seem worried or angry at all. In fact she ends the season on the battlements reminiscing about her father and quoting “the lone wolf dies but the pack survives” as she smiles at her sister. If your brother and king had just betrayed you and your kingdom you wouldn’t be waxing poetic about the pack sticking together and standing over looking your ice kingdom at peace. So why wasn’t Jon’s actions bigger for Sansa? Why was it so underplayed and basically only a plot device in her plot against LF?

I know some people think that Sansa is in on UCL Jon/politician Jon but I’m not sold on that theory. What I think is more likely is that Sansa doesn’t know what Jon is doing with Dany but she knows that whatever he said in that letter is not to be taken at face value. It would explain her reaction to the news that Jon seemingly betrayed the north. If she and Jon had an agreement to not communicate then she would know that if she’s reading this letter from Jon then something is not as it seems. The words of the actual scroll add to this:

“Dear Sansa, Cersei Lannister had pledged her forces to our cause, as has Daenerys Targaryen and if we survive this war I have pledged our forces to daenerys as the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms. We are both coming to organize the defense of the realm. Jon Snow, Warden of the North

That scroll reads like it was meant for someone’s else’s eyes NOT Sansa’s eyes. Like it was written by Dany herself not by Jon to his sister who has been ruling in his stead and didn’t want him going there in the first place. The explanation is so basic and the words are very calculated. If Jon knew his ravens would be intercepted then he knew he had to write it in a way that would aide his cause with Dany, not hurt it or send alarm bells to her camp when it’s read. That’s why he calls himself “Warden of the north” and why he very plainly tells her that he’s on his way. There is nothing personal about that scroll at all and he only says what’s absolutely necessary. Its all very deliberate. Jon writing that letter to Sansa under the assumption that it’s going to be read before she gets it and that she’s gonna know that the words have more meaning that it seems because she knows that getting the raven in the first place should raise a red flag, makes the words and the timing make sense. It would also explain why Sansa does not panic or seem moved by his words. She knows something is up so she’s not concerned or angry even if she’s a little weary and apprehensive. She trusts him so she knows that if Jon is saying this, there has to be a reason, even if she doesn’t know the reason she knows that his reason is in service of the north and their family.

So maybe it’s not the elaborate plan where Jon and Sansa plot every step together, just like Sansa/bran/arya didn’t plot ever step of the LF take down together, but it’s just enough planning and foresight to keep them ahead is the rest of the players in the game. Basically their partnership and faith in each other is what has fueled their actions while they were apart and what keeps the relationship float even in the face of what seems like betrayal. They are playing the game separately on two different fronts but at the same time they are still playing it together and far better than the people left on the board because unlike all the rest of the teams they have trust, respect, and real love tying them
together. A pack that can work separately and together at the same time is a pack that can win the game.

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Headcanon: Cyborg, Starfire, and Robin all ship BBRae. Occasionally Robin will send them on missions alone so they can bond (though of course only if that particular team would actually work. Don't want to endanger lives by sending the wrong heroes). Starfire and Cyborg try to give Beast Boy and Raven love advice (hint, hint) and try to set them up on "dates" (Oh dear, I cannot open the bathroom door. I suppose you will have to stay in there for a whi-(Raven phases through the wall) nevermind".


Supportive teammates give me LIFE.

Starfire, texting Rae: Meet me at the Slushie stand in the food court of the mall @7PM.
Raven: *shows up* 
No Starfire in the crowd, she checks her phone again, types: Where are you? 
As Raven looks up, she bumps into Beast Boy, also staring at his phone.

Beast Boy: Uh…..why are you here, Rae?
Raven:….I’m supposed to be meeting Starfire for a shopping spree. Why are YOU here?
Beast Boy, confused: I was supposed to meet Cyborg here with two movie tickets to a screening of “It”. Which is…weird, because he hates horror movies and clowns.
Raven:…Really? I- I’ve been meaning to go see it, myself, actually.
Beast Boy, still staring at his phone: Vic won’t answer his phone and the flick starts in a half hour. Ugh, I want to get snacks and good seats!
Raven:…………………..I can go with you, save his spot or something. *shrugs*
Beast Boy: Uh. Yeah. I guess that works. 
Raven and Beast Boy walk off towards the movies then. Somewhere behind a colourful cellphone case kiosk, Starfire and Cyborg giggle and high-five, watching their teammates depart while being stealthy. 
The salesman asks them: Are you guys going to buy something or what?

Imagine #19 Charles Xavier (Request)

Requested by Anon: Could you please write a Charles Xavier x reader where the reader likes him but feels she has no chance so she pretends to hate him. But then he finds out the truth through mind reading? I’m sorry if this is complicated!! But thank you so much.

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Not my gif

Words: 2622

Warnings: fem!reader, swearing, typos

A/N: So, first of all, I know that request is from literal months ago, and I’m really sorry, but I kinda put off writing it for the following reason… I actually did that once, pretended to hate someone I believed not to be good enough for (he was a dick and probably deserved it, but still) and it’s connected to some of the worst, most uncomfortable and regrettable situations of my life. If you find yourself in that kind of situation, and you think that it would be easier to just treat your crush like crap, DON’T! I’m all for making mistakes and learning from them, but I really recommend you just talk to the person or, if that’s easier, distance yourself, but being a dick towards them will just make you look and feel like… well, a dick. Don’t! And secondly, I am not incredibly proud of this fic. I don’t think it’s that great. I hope, I’m not disappointing anyone. xoxo

Charles had hired you because of the way you worked with the students, the way you treated the other teachers and the impression that you were one of the smartest, most dedicated people he had ever met. He had hired you despite the fact that you apparently couldn’t even be in the same room as him without shooting him glares and avoiding any kind of further interaction.

Charles understood that there were people, whom one just couldn’t stand. Attraction was biology after all, and maybe you just really didn’t like him, maybe semi-polite working-side-by-side was all you were able to with him, but it still bothered him.

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As Silent As Snow

Pairing: Ramsay x unwilling (sister) Reader

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Warnings: Incest and attempted rape

Summary: You are Roose Bolton’s only trueborn daughter and Ramsay has always lusted after you.  When your father devises a plan that would cause Ramsay to lose any chance at becoming his heir, Ramsay tries to stop it.

All your life you were forced to look over your shoulder, peak around corners, sneak around, and all your life your heart had thudded like a steady drum; you were always frightened.  Frightened of what would become of you if he ever found you alone.

He was your brother.

Or at least your half-brother.  

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anonymous asked:

i loveeee your fics they're the best!! can you do one where since jughead is now living with archie him and betty are making out on archie's bed and archie walks in on them

Alright a little treat before the big comeback of the show!! *so excited* This has no plot whatsoever and it is not angsty at all!! It’s just pure fluff and full of banter and hilarious situations with Jughead being a happy and normal teenager for once, Archie being an awkward friend and Fred Andrews being an embarassing dad to both of them. Thank you for requesting and your kind words and I hope you like it, nonnie!!! Enjoy, all you amazing people! <3

 “Step away from the weights. I promise you, life’s sweet and you have a lot of reasons to not die today.”

Jughead scoffed at the teasing voice behind him, a shake of his head indicating his mix of amusement at her sassy humor and irritation at her lack of confidence in him, plus the reason that made him come even remotely close to such atrocious fitness things, before dropping to the floor with a tiny grunt the silver hand weight he has holding with both his own hands. That was exercise enough for centuries in his books and his intention wasn’t, even to the slightest, to work any of his perfectly, natural-grown muscles to begin with, when he stomped into Archie’s room in fury.

“Hilarious input, Betty Cooper.” He turned to face her, the blonde girl shrugging with a pleased smile. “Is stand-up comedy in your future plans or only we have the pleasure of being blessed with your sardonic one-liners?” Snarky words and snarky raised eyebrows, this right there was Jughead Jones 101 but not with Betty, never with her. The fact that he chose a witty comment over a lovely smirk or a mild teasing comeback was sign enough that something was off.

Thankfully, those days their biggest concern – well, his biggest concern, Betty was just collateral damage of her boyfriend’s venting – wasn’t their ignorant parents nor the Blossom case, that was put on hold temporarily, but something equally earth-shuttering according to bro-code; prank wars.

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Summary: Clarke needs help. Bellamy comes to the rescue. The catch? They’ve never met before.

Notes: Just wrote this short little thing and wanted to post it. I left it open so that I can continue it if the mood strikes me.

Are you wearing close-toed shoes?

Bellamy stared at the text from Raven for a good minute before answering. It wasn’t unlike her to send out strange messages but he could usually figure out the context simply because he knew her. This one, however, caught him off-guard and he couldn’t think of a single reason why she’d care what kind of shoes he was wearing.


He didn’t have to wait long for another message but it was even more vague than the first and explained nothing about what was going on.

Good. Meet us at the science building asap.

Raven quickly followed with what Bellamy imagined was a begrudging “please” without saying anything else. He’d just finished his last class of the day so he wasn’t worried about time. He was, however, concerned about what Raven had planned for his shoes. There was also the matter of who else was part of this “us” that he was meeting. When he arrived at the building in question, he immediately spotted Raven sitting on the steps with a golden-haired girl he’d never seen before.

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Wise Men

by ultimatebellarke

That one time with too much alcohol and a slow dance. // read on ao3

Clarke admits today’s victory, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t necessarily the biggest. Yet it provided the glimmer of hope needed in the many bleak days to come, and most importantly, it provided reason to break out the alcohol. All of Arkadia, gathered in the courtyard, had come back for refills. And now, thanks to Jasper’s music blasting from the Rover, they are all dancing. For the first time in a long while, Clarke sees her people laughing.

Clarke, Bellamy, Raven, and Miller had hung back at first, to facilitate the distribution of alcohol. Clark would’ve done anything to keep herself from joining in on the festivities. God knows Clarke doesn’t deserve it. Yet now, after consuming copious cups of alcohol, Clarke is no longer so sure about her decision to refrain.

Then Miller leaves their group, walking into the crowd with his shoulders squared to ask Bryan to dance. Raven complains profusely about the music – specifically, why it keeps changing tracks every three seconds, and did they only change when it got to the good parts, and who put Jasper in charge of the music, anyway – then she complains about the state of Monty and Harper’s dancing. She leaves soon after, adamant on “teaching these uncoordinated fools how to dance”.

As Clarke watches Raven strut into the crowd, Bellamy says to her, “And then there were two.”

Clarke gestures to the drinks they’d each adopted from Miller and Raven. “And four drinks.”

Bellamy takes a sip from Miller’s cup. "We can have a party on our own.”

"I guess we can,” Clarke says. She lifts a shoulder, sending Bellamy a small, sideways smile. “But I really like this song." 

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Witchy Real Talk: Stagnant Gods

So this is something that has been showing up a little bit in my life lately. It’s something that some might find controversial (so… warning on that front), but it’s also something that I think is rather important to address. After all, it’s part of what makes paganism tick in the real world.

Where am I going with this? Well, I want you to think of any god or goddess from a pre-Christian pantheon.

Really, Josh? Really? Making us do imagination drills again?

Too late. After I told you to do it, you did it, didn’t you?

Damn it!

Right. Anyway, I’ll use Odin and the Morrigan as my two examples. Odin because he features prominently in a post that I recently shared, regarding modern souls entering Valhalla. The Morrigan is my other example because she is one of my patron deities, and because she provides a nice alternative deity to reference.

Originally posted by warinfinities

When either of those names are mentioned, there are variations that come to mind, yes, but they’re all variations on a theme: Odin, a larger than life bearded warrior wearing leather and chain, seated on a massive throne in a mead hall singing songs of glory and warfare while partying it up (let me not go into specifics about how Valhalla is not the stereotypical party lodge we think of with the Norse and is actually a place where warriors rest and save their strength for the coming of Ragnarok). The Morrigan in her single form (rather than her triple aspects) dressed in armor and tattoos and wielding a spear as she walks through the battlefield with a crow perched on her shoulder, collecting the heads of those who have fallen in battle (no, not as grim as it sounds… the Celts believed the head to contain the soul of a person - she collects the heads/souls and takes them to Tír na nÓg - the Otherworld).

And in thinking about these images, I couldn’t help but to stop and think for a bit. Could it be that in our desire to learn who these gods were, and what our ancestors believed, we have frozen the images of the gods that we hold in our minds?

Originally posted by emreozcan

Now before I move any further on this topic, I want to get something clear. This is merely food for thought. If it does not resonate with your faith, spirituality, or tradition, then that is perfectly fine! But it is something that has a certain level of importance in my personal faith and tradition, as I feel that paganism - generally speaking - is based around change and growth. Why should our gods be any different in that regard?

Where was I? Oh, yes! Could it be that our notions of what the gods were like may be outdated?

Part of why I was thinking of this is because of how far humanity in general has come, both in standards of living and in technology. Prior to the arrival of Rome and the Church (and even during and a while after), Celtic society was heavily dependent upon whether or not cattle could survive through the winter. Cattle was essentially one of the most important resources a family could own (along with land, which could be farmed and grazed). When battles were fought, it was often in an attempt to gain both land and livestock. Some of the major rites performed throughout the year were dedicated specifically to cleansing and protecting one’s herd (a huge part of Beltane, for instance, was ensuring that a herd be passed between two large bonfires - the flames, smoke, and ash cleansing disease and bad luck from the cows in the process). The Norse weren’t too different, relying upon the health of crops and livestock throughout most of society, and the acquisition of riches from raids so as to promote honor and wealth for one’s leaders and gods.

The Morrigan was (and is) a goddess whose domains - generally speaking, for as I’ve mentioned before, she’s a triple goddess - include magic, honor, warfare, the cycle of life to death to rebirth, and courage. Odin was (and is) a god whose domains included knowledge, wisdom, honor, and prophecy (while he was definitely a warrior, he was a warrior in the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom… Thor and Tyr were easily more warlike than Odin… but since combat and battle could be waged for varying reasons, it makes sense that multiple gods had a role to play in a warrior’s life). How can these two gods be seen in the modern world, but still hold their original roles?

I’m not going to go citing American Gods here - in either the book or television formats. Instead, let’s take a look at what these gods represent in a modern context.

First: Conflict. Both the Morrigan and Odin are called upon in moments of conflict. Both are asked for blessings prior to battle, and both are asked for the wisdom that can ensure survival. In some circumstances, both are also asked for prophetic inspiration so as to see possible outcomes. It pains me to say that war is still a very real part of life today, and therefore the gods continue to maintain their warrior aspects. But for those of us who either aren’t or can’t be soldiers, what role do these gods play?

I see both gods being less about strictly war and more about conflict in a general sense. For instance, it could be something as simple as a game (remember, in my article about technopaganism I addressed the fact that one could dedicate their game or even their in-game avatar to a deity so as to try to win in their honor) or something as complex and stressful as a court case. I mean, think about it! I can easily see Odin tearing the defendant apart in the court of law without having to lift a finger - knowledge is power, after all!

The post I shared a little while ago regarding the souls entering Valhalla is another wonderful example of this. No struggle, no matter how visible or invisible, is something to take lightly. Addiction, abuse, depression, anxiety, illness… even just trying to make it day by day in a society rife with corruption… all of this can be seen as a battle. Sometimes the battle is waged against one’s body (addiction, illness); other times, it is waged against one’s own mind (depression, anxiety); and still other times, it is waged against outside forces (abuse, society). Would the Morrigan or Odin ignore someone who is fighting every day of their life in favor of someone who takes up a gun or sword?

Honestly, I don’t think so.

But if I were to give a more extreme example, let’s take a look at modern religious practice in comparison to the corresponding practices in their original time-frames. Both the Celts and the Norse practiced ritual human sacrifice.

But that doesn’t make sense! You can’t compare that aspect of religion to the past!

Actually… I can. See, while my comparison is not one of derision, it is one of observation. The difference here is that I’m not trying to describe these ancient cultures in a bad light. At the time, it was not uncommon for human lives to be offered to the gods for the sake of blessings or appeasement. Quite often, these individuals were volunteers. If not, then it wasn’t uncommon for these sacrifices to be criminals or prisoners of war.

Today, we view ritual human sacrifice as monstrous and unnecessary so long as our intentions are made clear, and our less violent offerings made with love. 

Originally posted by whatsaftertheparty

So… are the gods starved because of the lack of human sacrifice like Supernatural makes them out to be? Or have they, like us (or have we, like them…) moved on to see things differently?

Personally, I don’t think the gods are stagnant in their ways of antiquity. I do, however, see Odin welcoming the souls of those who have lost their fight to cancer into the halls of Valhalla. I do see the Valkyrie guiding the souls of our soldiers and law enforcement to the afterlife. I see the Morrigan sending her crows and ravens to remind me that each day is worth the effort and struggle, even when depression tells me it isn’t worth it and anxiety tells me to flee or shut down.

In Conclusion…

While the two gods I’ve focused on are fairly similar in that they were seen as deities of knowledge, wisdom, and war, this does not apply solely to warrior deities. Perhaps Aphrodite’s domain over beauty now encompasses the beauty of heart and soul, in addition to physical beauty (in all of its forms). Or, perhaps Bast continues to be a protector goddess of magic and motherhood, making her presence known through perfumes and acts of compassion.

Ultimately, what it comes down to is this: the gods speak to all of us in different, unique ways. If they appear to you in their “archaic” forms, then that is all well and good. But if an aspect of a deity resonates with you and clearly has that deity’s name on it without necessarily being recognized by the older stories, don’t cast it away immediately. Think on it and meditate on it. It could be that the deity has changed and grown over the centuries in ways we don’t necessarily understand. Follow your heart and your intuition. Faith is not something that is taught, but is something that is felt.

All of this is food for thought, as I mentioned before!

Originally posted by craftiestbeer

Blessed Be! )O(

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 3

Originally posted by benjanstark

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North.

Part One Part Two  Part Four 

(Y/N)= Your Name

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name 

Warning: MEAN ROBBY STARK :(( 

You approached his door, staring at it for a moment, deciding if you were going to enter or not. You breathed in and out for a moment longer, you raised your hand up to knock but hesitated. 

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Honestly, I just felt like bellarke + bathing + intimacy.

It took Clarke the better part of an hour.  First she had to walk to the central storage facility and check out the deep copper tub and lug it back to the cabin.  It was set on a small dolly that left muddy tracks through the hard, crunchy snow that still covered patches of the center of camp.  There had been a thaw for the past few days but Monty’s satellite had picked up a storm system moving their way, and no sooner had she reached the cabin near the council building did thick, fat flakes start drifting down from the iron grey sky.  She set the solar water heater to fill, but that was only good for about half of the total capacity so she filled several heavy buckets and hung them in the oversized hearth.

The trick with getting a bath to the right temperature was to get it a little too hot and then let it cool, but if you let it go too long you were stuck with a lukewarm bath that quickly became a cold one.  There was a reason most people preferred to use the communal bathing house on the outskirts of the camp— you had to share, but the water stayed the same temperature the entire time and it took a lot less effort.   But when Clarke got something into her head she couldn’t be dissuaded, so she waited until the water came to a simmering boil and then poured it into the tub.  She released the tap on the water heater just a short time later and watched the steam rise from her perch on Miller’s three legged stool.

Clarke was testing the water for the third time when the door opened.  “Monty’s storm is right on time,” Bellamy announced. His back was turned as he carefully shut the door to their cabin against the cold.  He had snowflakes in his hair, bright white against the dark curls.

“How are they?” she asked.  Bellamy had gone up the mountainside to check on the small encampment up there— several Azgedans and half a dozen of Luna’s people had decided to settle there instead, as their goats preferred the sharp slopes for grazing.  But someone from the council went up every other day to check on them, just to be sure.

“We’re going to have to send an team with Raven up— they’re down to their back up generator again,” he replied, his head down as he untied his shoes.  “I was thinking— oh, sorry, I didn’t realize…I’ll…I’ll go to Miller’s,” Bellamy said when he straightened and noticed the tub.  

Clarke stood and balled her hands into fists.  She’d been planning this all day, and there was no reason to be nervous.  They shared a cabin— and a bed—  after all, and it wasn’t like she was asking him for– she wasn’t asking him for anything.  He deserved this, for everything he did for all of them.  But still, she felt a little fluttery when she cleared her throat.  “It’s not for me,” she explained.  “I thought you’d like a bath.  And one without people coming in to ask your opinion on the fences or whatever.”

“For me?” he asked, and the confusion on his face weighed on her heart.  After everything, he still didn’t seem to think he was owed anything special.  Which was why she did this— dragging a tub that was half her weight across camp, heating up pails of water, even trading a pair of wool socks with a Trikru woman for soap that was soft and fragrant.

“For you,” she confirmed.  “I’m going to sit outside and threaten to shoot anyone who interrupts you.”

Half a smile played with the corner of his lips.  “It’s freezing outside.  And snowing.”

“I’ll dress warm,” she said, a little more fiercely than she intended.

He ducked his head down and rubbed the back of his neck.  “Stay,” he mumbled, and her heart did a funny little leap.  “It’s cold out, and it’s— it’s just a bath.”  She knew he was thinking of the same thing she was— that she woke up every morning curled in his arms, his erection pressed to the small of her back.  They pretended it was nothing— and it was, when you thought about it— and ignored it, but they had reached a level of intimacy that could not be denied.

She had intended to fight him, but the tips of his ears were turning red so she gave in.  “Okay,” she relented, and turned around to let him undress.  The rustle of his clothing made a blush rise on her neck, but by the time she heard the tell-tale splash of him lowering himself in she had herself under control.

“It’s safe now,” he said with a hint of humor, and she turned around.  Bellamy was laying back in the tub, his knees just barely breaking the surface.  He let out a long, slow breath and she smiled, pleased that he was enjoying himself.  “You didn’t have to do this, you know,” he said, opening one eye.

“I know,” Clarke said briskly, sitting down on the stool and handing him the soap.  “I wanted to.”  He looked away at that, and Clarke wished he wouldn’t.

Bellamy soaked for awhile, detailing the problems the mountain outpost was having— several goats seem to have contracted something but no one knew what it was— and dipping his head back into the water a few times before lathering up the soap.  He frowned at it.  “This isn’t the usual stuff, is it?”

“Trikru makes it,” she replied.

“What did it cost you?”

“Nothing I wasn’t willing to pay.  Here, let me,” she said, and took the soap from him.  She worked it into a lather between her hands and then started massaging it into his hair.  Maybe it was an excuse to touch him, but she felt weird just sitting and watching.  This way, she was less of a voyeur— although the tub was deep enough that she couldn’t see anything, at least not from where she was sitting— and more of a…participant.  Bellamy let out a quiet, contented sigh as her nails scratched his scalp and she bit her lip.  She picked up a glass jar from the floor and filled it with water from the tub.  “Tip your head back,” she ordered, placing her hand at the base of his skull.

Bellamy complied, closing his eyes and letting her pour the water over his hair until it ran clear.  His eyelashes fluttered for a second and then he opened his eyes, finding hers.  Clarke’s lungs felt tight and her heart was too big for her ribcage.  Her hand was still at the nape of his neck, but she set the glass jar down and brought her other hand to his cheek.  Her thumb swept across a spray of freckles, and Bellamy turned his head to press a kiss to her palm.  He whispered her name, and suddenly, it all made sense.

For weeks, Clarke had felt like they were dancing on the precipice of something but they were both holding back.  They’d lost too much, too quickly, and what they had— she couldn’t bare to lose him and knew he felt the same.  But last week, she’d overheard him and Raven laughing about something Gina had said once, and it felt good.  Being able to laugh about someone you’d lost meant you remembered the good instead of just the pain, and she wanted him to heal.  That night, part of her had wanted to turn around and face him when his arm curled over her as they drifted off, but she didn’t.  She felt like Bellamy was holding back and she didn’t want to push him, but now— now she realized that he would always hold back when it came to her.  He would always let her make the first move, because that’s who he was.  In moments like this, he would hold back until she was ready.

And she was, so Clarke leaned down and kissed him.  She started slow, but there wasn’t any point— once she pushed them over the edge, they were both gone.  Bellamy surged upwards and a wash of water sloshed over the side, soaking her sweater.  “Sorry,” he mumbled, taking her face in his wet, wrinkled hands and kissing her thoroughly.

Clarke tipped her head to the side to deepen the kiss, her hands now tangled in his hair.  “Don’t be,” she whispered.  “Don’t be.”

I did get to watch most of the episode, though! Good stuff, good stuff:

  • Travis: “Can I stand at the bow of the ship… heading for a new landinNewYorkyoucanbeanewman”
  • Loved Vax making an effort to hang out with Grog more now that he’s gnomeless. Getting forgotten in a game of hide-and-seek and falling asleep in a barrel was great, as was Grog’s reaction to Vax falling off the ship.
  • I love that in these three days Tary’s started to get along a little better with the others–it cracked me up so hard when Tary and Percy announced that they were working on projects together, and then Sam and Taliesin proceeded to completely ignore Matt to have a whispered and giggly conversation for an extended period of time. Vex said a very cheerful “Hello!” to him, but I think everyone’s mood was best summed up by Vax rescuing him during the fight, reassuring him repeatedly that he’s okay… and casting Divine Sense to make sure he’s not a fucking demon.
  • I am pretty darn delighted by Taryon deciding Keyleth is the clear leader of Vox Machina and trying to pattern his own decision-making after hers.
  • I love how gleeful Sam was over Tary getting a kill with an absurdly powerful hit… and simultaneously knocking himself off the edge of the ship with the recoil.
  • The pirate battle was something the group needed, I think–nobody dropped down to less than two thirds of their max health, they got to have some really badass moments that showcased what they did best, but there was still a sense of risk and excitement and it was a good time.
  • The rescue scene for the prisoner in the hold was really awesome–Taliesin played Percy’s “I don’t know what to do!” panic really well and then had him help out in the only way he could by keeping Keyleth out of the water, Vax was great diving in there and using his lockpicking to save the day, Vex dove in to help evacuate the prisoner, Keyleth had so much faith in her friends that she didn’t drop concentration on the spell even when she was about to fall off the ship. Good stuff.
  • The twins getting competitive over who was better at healing a dude, amazing.
  • The whole scene with Keyleth worrying that she’s being replaced as Percy’s BFF was really adorable, as were Vax’s attempts to be comforting while simultaneously being just so pleased that this is the worst of their problems right now.
  • Percival “Edgelord Supreme” de Rolo over here like “what if… I killed someone who deserved it… and then brought them back to life just to make sure I haven’t been sending everyone I kill into the same pit of endless torment I escaped from….” like my dude, I am Concerned. I keep thinking of the Raven Queen telling him he’d have to be careful or he might find himself in opposition to her works. It’s so interesting and it’s all completely in line with the fascination he’s had lately with who gets to live and why, but man, somehow I feel like this isn’t gonna end well.
  • Taliesin and Laura sold the hell out of that conversation–there’s a really genuine fondness that comes through when Vex and Percy chat that just brings those barriers down. It’s very sweet, and that breakdown of barriers is a neat contrast to the Vax/Keyleth different-brand-of-sweet heart-on-the-sleeve conversations.
  • Getting a little TMI here, but I saw that reddit post about somebody saying how they felt like Vex/Percy’s really physical aspects didn’t seem natural, and honestly? I’ve had Vax/Keyleth-esque really sweet, shy, sometimes awkward relationships where every step was quietly discussed and analyzed and it just sort of evolved into a lovely, comfortable intimacy. I’ve also had a relationship that we’ll just say bears certain thematic resemblances to Vex/Percy, and even though we knew it was a short-term thing from the start, it was incredibly fun and healthy as well. I get that not everyone’s gonna read it that way, but one of the things I enjoy most about this show is how the relationships (platonic and romantic) in this show feel realistic and seem deeply familiar, in a weird through-a-fantasy-mirror kind of way. A lot of relationships on TV (again, both platonic and romantic) feel sophomoric and contrived for maximum drama, but these folks are so invested in playing their characters as genuinely as possible that I think they wind up escaping a lot of really common pitfalls. They’re all genre-savvy enough that they shy away from misunderstanding for the sake of misunderstanding, which is refreshing.
  • I choose to believe Keyleth was taking notes just as assiduously as Marisha was, furiously scribbling into her notepad and glancing up occasionally when the conversation got real. The smile and delivery on “She’s alive” just killed me.
  • I love Matt’s strategies to counter the fact that he’s got a massive party of what are basically demigods at this point. Giving them a big and dangerous monster that’s gonna try to kill them… and they aren’t allowed to kill it? Really clever. This should be fun.

Y’know a lot of people are talking about how much they’re looking forward to seeing Odin’s family but honestly I think his family might actually be abusive towards him.

I mean first of all there’s something fishy with his mission to get Maggie. If he was sent to get her because of Tuls, why the fuck did nobody warn him that she might have supernatural powers that could fuck up his mission. If they DIDN’T want her because of Tuls, why the fuck did they send him after this random girl? Either way it sounds like he was set up to fail from the start.

The fact that Crow and Raven were able to find him literally less than a day after he crashed is suspicious. 

Not only that but the first thing they do is steal something that’s clearly important to him, tamper with it and replacing what I can only assume is a precious stone with a tracking device. That’s theft and destruction of personal property ON TOP of invasion of privacy rolled into one. This is like putting a tracking device on someone’s phone, there’s no way this isn’t anything BUT creepy.

On top of THAT why didn’t they immediately confront him when they found him? Like seriously they had literally no reason to wait so long. They could have jumped down, told him they were here to get him because his ship crashed, and they would’ve been home a lot sooner. They literally waited until the moment they could snatch him away without Ava’s notice, they’re intentionally trying to isolate him from anybody who could want to help him.

Going back to the mission being fishy, it’s not like Odin was pulling a Leeroy Jenkins and doing this all by himself. He begged and pleaded with Olai to give him this mission. I could understand the tracking device if Odin had done this all by himself, (even if tampering with a clearly treasured item is still really shitty), that wouldn’t be so much an invasion of privacy as it would be trying to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid and dangerous by himself again.

Also, if Maggie was so important, how come they don’t seem to care about where she is or getting her. They seemed pretty focused on just getting Odin back, I mean if they’re really supposed to be fixing his mess then why aren’t they trying to find Maggie? 

Am I the only one disturbed by the fact they’re treating their own brother like a freaking criminal? They threaten to shoot him, force him to put on handcuffs, and then send a picture of him in handcuffs to presumably everyone who knows him. They’re actively trying to humiliate him, and don’t give me any bullshit about it being playful sibling banter. I’ve got a younger sibling and he’d never do something to try and humiliate me like these girls are trying their brother.

The fact that they ditched Odin the moment something went wrong also doesn’t reassure me. Yeah they’re twelve so I’m not blaming them for not wanting to stick around. But they didn’t even try to get Odin to come with them. They ditched him the moment danger started coming near, like wouldn’t most siblings be like “COME ON SOMETHING BAD’S HAPPENING WE NEED TO LEAVE”. But nope they ditch him without hesitation, and from their perspective THEY COULD BE LEAVING HIM TO FUCKING DIE.

Maybe I’m jumping to conclusions. Like, maybe Crow and Raven are exceptionally bratty and selfish and I’m reading too much into it. And for all we know the moment we do get to Odin’s planet we’re going to walk in on Olai reading the twins the riot act for their behavior and for leaving Odin to seemingly die. 

But I don’t know there’s something not quite right with Odin’s family. And considering the themes we’ve been dealing with so far, would it really be that surprising for familial abuse to come into play?