okay let’s make this clear: elizabeth swann didn’t do shit for will in potc3. first, she was there to save jack and then she was there to avenge her father’s death. will wasn’t her motivation, she didn’t become pirate king to save him, she didn’t trade jack with will thinking of some past offence done to will. she was there to fight a war against the man WHO KILLED HER OWN FATHER. she was there to fight for freedom and for piracy. those are things that literally happened. saying that all elizabeth ever wanted was to be with will is just plain ridiculous seeing how they spent the entirety of potc3 with other priorities and hiding shit from each other. and that trend didn’t even start in awe, mind you.
hell if you want to bring dmc into this, let’s have it. the entirety of that movie is ABOUT their desires and being a good man vs a pirate. that movie represents a huge step for elizabeth in terms of character development and she spent the majority of the time away from will.
so what are we left with? cotbp? sure, elizabeth started it out looking for will, trying to save will, but as her character development progressed, she found out she was a pirate, then a pirate lord and finally a pirate king and all those titles happened FAR AWAY from will.
You looking your whole life for someone who thinks similar.
There are so many potential minds.
But we will never meet if you don’t make any steps foreward.
We just give you input, you have to move. We’re waiting.
Waiting for those who don’t want to discuss, who don’t want to think about…
those who want to create a movement.
I don’t know if you guys know about “archetypes”but to me, that’s something very interesting…just like “body language”.
According to Carl Jung, an archetype is a symbol, dream or image that all humans share, which express underlying fears or ideas we all experience. For example, water is considered an archetype (in literature, dreams, etc.) for birth, creation, resurrection, fertility and growth, and more.
I’ll give you some examples:
The Butterfly: Self-transformation, mental clarity, new steps, freedom, rebirth. The butterfly represents the cycles of life, movement, and change. They have a short life span. They prepare us for change and progress. When you feel stagnant and unable to move, evolution comes on the scene and gives you the strength to start the changes. Fear is usually the biggest obstacle to change. The butterfly leaves the safety of its cocoon to come across a new world in its new form relying on its fragile wings in a flight still unknown. Dissatisfaction with your life, relationships, and crises force you to take action and promote radical change. The butterfly brings the message for you to prepare for the changes before they fall on you without warning. Remember that at every end there is a new beginning.
The Lion: Power, strength, majesty, prosperity, nobility, leadership, courage, security and the masculine principle. As an astrological symbol, he reigns the heart. Courage comes from the heart and from a deep sense of personal authority that creates the power to act according to our spirit. He who truly acts according to his heart is capable of leadership, achievement, and the kind of success that encourages the achievements of others.
You know why some bosses use Horses or Eagles on their walls or desks?
The Eagle: Enlightenment, inner vision, courage, elevation of spirit to great heights, pride, strength independence, and mobility. The eagle flies fearlessly between the sky and the earth and teaches us to face the natural fear that we have of the unknown so that we can fly as high as our hearts want to take us.
The Horse: Inner power, freedom of spirit, strength, clairvoyance. But this force we can not misuse it, neither waste it nor keep it to ourselves. When we share our power with others and teach them how they should take care of their own powers, our journey becomes faster and more enjoyable. High self-confidence. Speed, decision, independence. It’s the symbol of managers and directors.
On one level, Stiles knew that Scott was just trying to be a good friend. He cared about Stiles’ social life and wanted to spend more time together.
On basically every other level however, Stiles knew that shoehorning him in as a last-minute addition to a couples-only dinner party was about the biggest bro violation Scott could ever commit.
It’s not like Stiles could really blame him. Individually, most of the people at this table were all right. But as couples? A nightmare. It was like there was some strange switch that flipped in their brains when married couples came together. Suddenly all that mattered was whose wedding was the most expensive and how rewarding it is to trade sleep for a tiny, ugly human that only knows how to cry, sleep, and shit.
And, of course, how to peer pressure the last remaining single person in the room into adopting their clearly superior lifestyle.
The thing that married people didn’t understand about singledom is that being alone wasn’t a state that Stiles needed to be saved from. In fact, it was a state he’d much rather have been in, instead of sandwiched between what appeared to be the world’s smuggest gathering of people and their patronizing concern for his sad, lonely life.
He knew the drill by now, and it was all he could do to grin and bear it through the usual third degree.
“So? Any ladies in the picture?” No, not a single one. Not to mention, wow, heteronormative much?
“Well you better act fast. Most of the good ones have already been snapped up. You’re not going to be young forever, you know.” No, really? Shit. Thanks for the reminder, Greenberg.
Or his particular favorite:
“Tell me, why is it that so many men your age can’t hold down a serious relationship?”
It was like none of them had ever been single before, the way they were all treating him like some sort of adorable but pathetic zoo animal. Like each and every one of them emerged from the womb with a ring on their finger and a bowling pin shoved up their ass. He wanted to take them all and throttle them. He wanted to scream, Don’t act like you’re above this. This time last year you were sitting on my couch in your underwear eating rice krispies out of the box, Jackson! Don’t think I’ve forgotten!
Then again, everyone knows what happens to zoo animals who go rogue on the people come to gawk at them. And why give them more of a reason to look down on him?
Or maybe more accurately, why give Hale more of a reason to look down on him? It’s not like he didn’t have all the ammo he’d ever need and more.
Stiles let his eyes slide over to where Hale was sitting, looking way better than he had any right to. Hale had never, ever, in Stiles’ memory looked flustered or uncomfortable in public. No, unbearably sexy was, sadly, a better descriptor. He was always perfectly stubbly and muscly under heinous sweaters that somehow still looked good on him, usually with a gorgeous girlfriend on his arm or some relative poking around and begging for a story from the bottomless well shared experiences he and Hale had joint custody over, all of them featuring Stiles making an extraordinary ass of himself.
By the time the rallying cry of didn’t you used to run around naked in Hale’s backyard made its way around the table, Stiles felt he was perfectly justified in calling an Uber and making a fucking break for it.
And, of course, leave it to Hale to come between Stiles and his last steps towards sweet freedom.
“I liked your report the other day,” Hale said. Well, grunted really. And with a face that made it seem like he was personally offended by every word that escaped him. Stiles had seen more willing expressions on people getting root canals.
“On the Beacon Hills Fire Department,” Hale elaborated just as painfully.
Stiles suppressed a wince. That piece. His journalistic debut, and he’d fucked it up royally by crashing ass-first into his cameraman just as the fire chief received a congressional medal of honor for his services. Every other news station had gotten the shot of the fire chief shaking the congressman’s hand. Theirs had gotten a shot of Stiles’ lucky Spiderman briefs. There were already gifs of it. Plural.
And thank you, Hale, for bringing that up.
Which, you know what? Fuck that.
“Is this all part of some master plan?” Stiles snapped, letting all the annoyance he’d been biting back tonight leach into his tone. “I mean, you seem to go out of your way to be there every time I fuck up and make a fool of myself. And I have to wonder if it’s on purpose. If you just want to make sure I feel like a complete idiot each and every time I see you. Which, if so? You really don’t have to bother.”
Hale’s eyebrows slammed together, making him look kind of constipated. “Stiles, I…”
“I’m sorry, if…” Hale’s frown deepened, then he continued. “I don’t think you’re an idiot
Well, I mean, there are… some situations that seem to happen to you more often than anyone else. You trip over things a lot, and you do let whatever mean thing’s in your head pop out of your mouth without thinking it through, and that Chippendales thing– that sort of thing happens a lot more than normal with you…”
“Really, dude?” Stiles was compelled to interrupt. Because seriously.
“Right.” Hale grimaced. “Well. The thing is, I know that when I met you I was rude. I didn’t give you a chance. And I think, maybe despite everything, I like you. Very much.”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Just not the asshole tendencies, the awkwardness, and the sarcasm, right?”
Hale shook his head, then fixed Stiles with a look that had his heart thundering for reasons he was unwilling to examine.
“No, Stiles. I like you very much. Just the way you are.”
Growth Potion Abuse Continues To Take Its Toll on Stormwind
By Hazrie of Dalaran
This sight may seem very much familiar to you. An overly aggressive ten foot tall human male with no shirt, showing off the largest weapon he can carry in the middle of the city. When most normal citizens see this they often will either ignore the stranger aspects of the person or ignore the person entirely. This has gone so far that there is simply no support structure to help these poor souls in Stormwind
Today we would like to shed some light on the grim truth of addiction to growth potions, the most easily accessible and cheap drug available in any market or auction house.
The growth potions in question are usually one of three different types. Elixir of Giant Growth: An Elixir made from transformative compounds found in Deviate Fish and Earthroot. Mass-produced by the Steamwheedle Cartel, this is the most available and widespread of the growth potions. Winterfall Firewater: A rare concoction made by tribes of furbolgs in Winterspring, formerly popular until the furbolgs were slain to near-extinction in the effort to obtain more of the potion for sale in auction houses. Darkmoon Firewater: A Darkmoon recreation of Winterfall Firewater. The Darkmoon Faire refused to share any information on the ingredients or process used to make the stuff. It seems more effective at actually increasing the strength of the user than the other two.
All three of these drugs share important attributes, allowing them to be used interchangeably by addicts. Firstly, imbibers will of course grow several feet taller, their physical strength does not grow in proportion to their size. Secondly, the imbiber is significantly more likely to have randomly aggressive outbursts and childlike tantrums. Thirdly, long term use will result in the wasting away of their sanity, usually resulting in the adoption of a secondary persona to explain their size as genuine; humans claiming to be Vrykul is very popular.
Over the last few weeks of research, we’ve discovered a strange phenomenon. Those who abuse these elixirs and potions most seriously are already quite tall. Routinely well over six feet tall in the case of humans.
If you or one of your loved ones are suffering through addiction to these terrible substances, remember that there are places out there that can help.
My current suggestion is Addicts Agnonymous. They have a free 67-step program to guarantee freedom from addiction within two years. They can be found(since the fall of Gnomeregan) in the Forlorn Cavern of Ironforge.
Plot : Loki and Thor are your brothers and since you decided to live on earth and not depend on your powers, they think you need to be protected more than ever before. When one day Loki suspects you to hide something from them, here’s what happens …
It was your second year on earth. You didn’t miss it, Asgard and its rude people. What you missed was your family, and fighting. Fighting was more than just beat someone for you. It was an art a friend had taught you when you were younger. It was about honour, loyalty and respect. That, you missed.
Your brothers ? Oh you couldn’t really miss them, they were constantly behind your back.
Thor was clumsy, a bit too much. He would always be close to your office at Stark’s, walking in the corridors, trying to act normal as he was actually watching over you like a crazy mother. He even believed no one had noticed you were his sister. Truth is, it was hard to miss when he called you “sis’.. Y/N” all the time.
Loki, for his part, was more discreet but quite intruding. Sometimes you would try to get a break and he would appear in front of you like a ghost.
-DAMN LOKI !
He was very embarrassed and started touching all sorts of things that was on your desk.
-Oh .. I’m truly sorry Y/N … how are you today ?
He wasn’t really here, his voice was absent and you knew you could answer anything he wouldn’t even notice.
-We met 5 minues ago Loki, I’m fine …
You stared at him for a minute and sighed.
-I was planning to kill myself since you and Thor won’t leave me alone …
Still lost in his thoughts, Loki was captivated by a little robot you had built with pieces of steel.
Your eyes narrowed and you threw a pen at his face.
He straightened and took the little object in his pocket. He noticed you had seen what he did and he smiled.
-May I borrow you this ?
-Obviously you can … Do you plan to follow me ? I mean, at least put on something more …
You didn’t know how to say it.
-More … Modern ? You know, wear clothes that fit with the world around ?…
At that moment, it was Pietro'a turn, the man who had been trying to take you out for months, to appear in your office.
A huge smile crossed your lips and you quickly hid your face with your hair, turning your head to look aside. Loki noticed it and you fainted to be surprised.
-Oh hey ! Hi Pietro !
You were already blushing and your voice was way to high.
Loki looked at the man you loved up and down. Loki frowned at the newcomer.
-Oh hello Mister … Pietro ? You … scared us. We were in the middle of a …
-In the middle of nothing ! You cut him off.
Pietro didn’t know what to say or how to react and you bit your lip. You headed to the speedster and took the occasion to pinch Loki’s arm. You heard a groan from his mouth behind you and smiled, giving a kiss on Pietro’s cheek. The speedster smiled with a slight blush only you could notice. You had never done that before and he was surprised, not knowing if you just wanted to bother your brother or if it was serious.
-Well … I just came to tell you …
The speedster saw your eyes waiting for something, but then took a glance at Loki behind you and he blinked.
-I … There’s a meeting at 7pm. I thought you’d like know it. See you.
Your heart stopped as he disappeared in a gush of wind.
You turned to Loki and shook your head.
-I hate you, you know.
Loki was already playing with another of your creations.
You managed to escape his attention by going to the bathroom and disappeared outside. However, you knew he would find you if you kept walking in the streets.
Thus, waiting for the time to go to your meeting, you had to find somewhere you would be able to write and think. Alone. Quickly, you found an old abandoned building and decided to go to its top.
Once there, you sat on the edge of a broken wall and took a deep breath.
-Finally free …
You murmured for yourself, closing your eyes for a second.
But a few minutes after, Thor appeared in a wind and rainstorm, making you wet and cold.
You stared at him for a long moment.
-What is it now ? You asked calmly.
Your brother put his hammer down and sat next to you.
-Y/N … You know it’s unsafe here. Particularly if you refuse to use any power.
It was enough.
-It is unsafe since I can catch a cold everytime you appear !
-Tell me Thor, how many people in this world survive without having super powers ?
-Tell me Thor ! you insisted, furious.
-7,125 billions …
A silence replaced your argument. You sniffled.
-Why are you guys following me so much these days ? You know I’m not stupid. Is there any threat I should fear ?
Thor cleared his throat and just shook his head no.
-So what ? Just for the pleasure ? Don’t you have a girlfriend Thor ? And Loki ?
-We saw you … with Pietro.
He finally said it.
-Oh my god ! You exclaimed, and that’s it ? Really ?
-You’re our sister Y/N !
-I’m a big girl thanks.
You got up, ready to go and laughing out loud.
-I know you are ! But remember, we have to protect you !
-Alright, did mother tell you Pietro was a threat ?
-No, but …
-Father did ?
-No ! We just …
-Then let me live my life ! It’s as simple as this !
Thor seemed shocked.
-In our traditions, we must accept your union with …
Your eyes opened wide.
-Oh no, no no !
You waved your hands in front of him.
-I love your middle-age way of thinking but somethimes it gets a bit too dramatic, alright ? I’ll still love you guys if I have a boyfriend. And I don’t expect your approval for that.
Thor pouted. He knew it wasn’t just 20th century, you were an independent woman, as Sif or any warrior in Asgard and you would never let anybody step on your freedom.
-We have to know him at least.
He sounded like a tigger purring.
-And you will, you reassured him.
Later, as you headed to the meeting that was planned, you realized it was very late to work, but you thought maybe it was just your crazy boss, Tony, who never slept.
You looked for him, but he wasn’t in his office or in the meeting room. After a moment, you pushed the door of your office, only to find Pietro shifting around. He stopped as he saw you.
-Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t know how to … I wanted to be alone with you.
Your cheeks turned red and you clumsily closed the door behind you, as if you knew your brothers could storm in at any moment.
-I’m here, is there anything wrong ?
The speedster shrugged.
-No … I thought we could go somewhere or … You know … I can take you anywhere you want …
You started to laugh as he stuttered.
-Your … Are your brothers near ?
You shook your head no and came closer, frowning a bit.
-Are you afraid of them ?
Pietro seemed more relaxed.
-No … It’s just …
You took his hand in your palm and felt his pulse as he talked. No, he wasn’t afraid of them, but of you, and you didn’t know why.
-I think your brother Loki got me wrong, he finally admitted, I don’t want you to think the same.
You stopped and your eyes darkened.
Pietro’s fingers slid in his hair nervously.
-It’s embarrassing … Alright … Loki thinks I want to have sex with you. I mean, I don’t … Well I would if …
His cheeks were burning and he swallowed.
-Ok, no … Y/N, I like, I love … To be with you …
Your mouth had opened, you didn’t know if it was the fact Loki messed with the guy you loved or the fact that Pietro actually liked/loved to be with you. He was now blushing like hell and he took a deep breath.
While you were realizing what Pietro said, he started to breathe heavily.
-I should go right ? He mumbled.
Afraid he was about to rush out, you grabbed him by the soulders.
-No, don’t ! You sounded so desperate it made him blink. Something lit up in his eyes as you tried to slow down your breath. Finally, you managed to whisper,
-I’m sorry … This is so awkward … Don’t take them seriously alright …
You put your head on his chest as you came back to your senses.
-You like to be with me … You repeateed with smile.
His gaze on you had changed. You felt his arms wrapping around you and he brought his face closer to yours.
-I’m in love with you … he whispered
He had said it in such a low voice only you could hear and feel his breath on your mouth. Your lips found his but he slightly pulled back.
-Just one thing …
Your heart skipped a beat,
-Don’t get me wrong Y/N … I want to be with you.
His eyes fixed on yours made you melt. Only able to nod before he pulled you into a passionate kiss, you were on cloud nine already.
That night, Pietro and you took break from civilization and he took you to on an isle where no one could find you both.
Once you were back, Loki and Thor were waiting for you, but neither you or Pietro cared about it. You actually took their jokes with a lot of humor.
-Pietro, if you break her heart …
-I know, I know … Pietro used to sigh, he patted Thor’s shoulder and nodded.
-Pietro, did you see that girl ? Beautiful curves …
-You were looking at her !
-No Loki, you were …
-Ok, this one was a test but …
After a few years, they finally calmed down, but only when they realized you trusted your speedy enough to be the father of your kids.
Fenris/f!Hawke, 1549 words, sfw. I know, I know, it’s been done to death, but I had to explore the ideological divide between those two. Bittersweet and funny, at least, or so I’d like to think.
“Is that—Anders’s manifesto? You of all people have read Anders’s manifesto?”
Fenris’s gaze is dark when Hawke looks up from the pamphlet. “Have you?”
“You know I don’t read anything unless there are dragons in it,” she answers, flipping through the pages. No need, really—she knows the gist of it well enough by now. The Maker-damned thing has been left lying around often enough for her to recognise it without even having to read the title, written in commanding type with Varric’s printing blocks. “Is it just to better counter his arguments the next time the topic of mage rights comes up?”
The set of his jaw hardens in answer to the amusement that seeps into her voice. “He’s possessed. He cannot be reasoned with.”
Kevin peeled one hand off of Neil and elbowed Boyd in the ribs. Boyd tightened his grip in response, pulling Kevin away from Neil until Kevin managed to worm free. His swing was pathetic – Boyd deflected it easily with trained grace that highlighted Kevin’s back alley brawling style, and then punched him hard enough to drop him.
His expression said he wanted to hit Kevin again: so protective, and over what? A freshman he’d just met? Andrew slipped between them, and watched Boyd pause. He was still, still inside and feeling the press of knives against every point of his skin, his smile as quiet as the grave. Boyd stepped back.
a freedom sound (do not cherish memory) - chapter four