I mean, on one hand I get that Penguin has sent some mixed messages (see hug when a rational person would have gone in for a kiss) and if I were Ed, I would probably have decided that he’s not interested and just moved on.
On the other hand, Ed, you little shit, are you seriously going to be late to an intimate dinner party because you found a lady you like?! And then I suppose you’re going to tell Penguin all about it at dinner?! Dude! Dude!!!
Of course, I’m emotionally invested in this so I’m especially irritated, but jesus FUCK, even if it weren’t a romantic affair, if I invite a friend over for dinner and they arrive late and start telling me it’s because they found a seriously hot person who reminds them of their ex, I would be FURIOUS. I made DINNER and you little shit are LATE because you had to fall in love five minutes before my party?! You have your entire fucking life to fall in love, but you only have thirty seconds to eat a soufflé, you omnishambles of a man!
Sorry. The gay and the food are two issues I care deeply about, and this scene managed to touch both.
one time my team and i couldn't push a payload to victory bc for a solid 10 seconds a sound barrier-nano boosted-speed boosted lucio was doing super sonic hotline bling on our payload and booping us away when we tried to shoo him away. we ended up losing be he gave his team enough time to respawn and use their ults on us
Using @dogmatix prompts (it seemed that title ones are my jam). I reaalllyy liked writing this one.
Anakin was nine, his Master came to Tatooine with his own Apprentice.
That was true in most universes.
Except in this one, they
« Master, why are we on this
dreadful planet ? There is nothing here but Hutts and sand. »
drawled Dooku, scowling at said sand as it crunched beneath his
booth. « Patience, my former Apprentice. » said
Sidious. « You’ll soon understand. »
arrived in a slave village, one of many on the planet. Nothing usual,
for slavery was common in the Empire. Darth Sidious didn’t slow
his pace, ignoring the stares and the whispers with practiced ease,
until he reached a small hut. In front of it stood a woman and a
The woman bowed.
« My Lord… » she
whispered, her hands clutched in front of her. « I see you
have raised him quite well. » said the Sith, observing the
child with a satisfied smile. « You have completed your task.
Even if my Master is dead, I’ll fulfill his promise. Shmi Skywalker,
you and your son are free. » He placed his hand on the boy’s
shoulder, steering him towards Dooku. « Lord Tyrannus, meet
Anakin Skywalker, my new Apprentice. You’ll teach him when the
matters of the Empire will prevent me to do so. »
Sith Temple was a magnificient place, all in red, black and gold,
standing proudly on the highest peak of Korriban, surrounded by
thousands of previous Sith’s tombs. The whole planet basked in the
purest Dark Side, the Force thrumming through Anakin’s veins as he
opened himself to it, letting his emotions run free, freeing him as
was good, but he disliked politics. Nothing could compare to
Korriban. He was home.
and Anakin were standing in front of the Sith Court. The Emperor and
Supreme Lord was here, of course, his Master always presiding if he
Darth Maul and Asajj Ventress were sitting in either side
of him. Usually, Darth Tyrannus would seat where Ventress was, but
today, he was the one sent on a mission.
The Lady Sith smirked
at him, and anger filled the room. Sidious smirked.
sensed a great disturbance in the Force. » he intoned, and both
Sith stopped their glaring contest to listen. « It came from my
homeworld, Naboo. While the Dark Side remains as strong as ever, I
will not allow this warning to go unchecked. Darth Tyrannus, you will
go, and you will take my Apprentice as well. Make sure that there is
nothing on that planet that threatens the Empire. »
Naboo was a beautiful planet and its
capital, Theed, was truly one of the Empire’s shiniest jewels. The
palace, in traditional black and gold, had a magnificent roof covered
in rubies, forming the Sith word for ‘Richness’, the Dark Side
pulsing around it. Some believed that it was imbued with Sith’s
magicks and that it was the reason of Naboo’s slave market’s success,
for you would never find better (and more expensive) slaves than on
those auctions. Most of them were sold to the clothing companies,
for they were especially talented in the making of fine, expensive
and impressive robes.
Anakin could see some of that work for
himself when they met Queen Amidala. The young woman was absolutely
stunning in dark silk and transluscent veils, a crown of grenats and
obsidians resting regally on her brow. She was not like them, but
the young Sith could feel her presence in the Force, smooth and soft
like velvet, but hiding an iron will.
Majesty. » said Dooku, bowing. « As beautiful as ever.
I’ll ask one more time, will you not reconsider your position ?
You would make a magnificent Sith. » « I thank you for
your praise, Lord Tyrannus, but I believe my talents are of better
use here. After all, if I had not felt the Light Side user, who would
have warned the Emperor ? » Amidala answered, confident in
her own power, even in front of the Emperor’s right hand.
side user ? » he repeated, alarmed. « Yes. »
had tracked the criminal across two planets before ending up on
Coruscant to foil, in extremis, his plans to kill a Senator.
man had way more contacts than he should, and Anakin knew his Master
would be looking closely on Alderaan’s loyalties once he was informed
of what Tyrannus and him had discovered.
The man was no
ordinary Light Side user : he was a Jedi. They were supposed to have been destroyed thousands of years ago and yet, there they were, facing one, two red lightsabers against one blue. The fight was far more
difficult than it should have been, especially at two against one,
but their opponent, a human male in his fifties, was quick and
They ended up in the empty Galactic Court Room,
fighting among the empty pods where representants of the Empire’s
many planets would normally seat. A well-placed kick sent Anakin
flying down, crashing on the floor.
The Jedi used the
distraction to behead Lord Tyrannus.
As the Sith exploded,
Anakin screamed in rage, the Dark Side flowing through him. He raised
his hand, sending a wave of electricity toward the Jedi, who was
caught unaware. The young Sith jumped at him, his power and his
speed enhanced beyond measure by the Dark Side flowing through him.
He cut the Jedi in two and sneered at the body simply…
disappeared, without a single trace, not even a wave. Jedis were
weak, even in their deaths.
did well, my Apprentice. » said solemnly Sidious. « Rise,
Lord Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith. »
a lot of important people at the raising of Dooku’s pyramid, when the
Sith Master’s holocron was activated inside his funeral chamber.
Anakin stood near his Master, his arms crossed.
all fear the return of the Light Side. Fools. » he sneered.
« The Jedi is dead. » « He is, Lord Vader. »
answered his Master, with a cold expression on his face. « But
Jedis do not stand alone. When there is one, there is usually
another. A Master, and a Padawan. » « Which one did I kill,
then ? » asked Anakin, scowling. « The Padawan ?
Or the Master ? »
Near them, the young Stewjon
Senator they had saved, Obi-Wan Kenobi, softly smiled.
((SO I had a whole soapbox written out but then I clicked a button or something and the post was erased. Screw tumblr. Lets try this again.
After almost a month and a half, here we are. The final fic for Incorrectsepheap’s 200 followers. Thank you all so much for following this blog, especially when I’m inactive for weeks at a time. And thank you all for so many great requests! It was so hard to pick just one but I found inspiration and stuck with it. So here, have a fic about our favorite couple, Simon and Lucy, meeting in dance class. THIS IS PART ONE. PART TWO IS IN THE WORKS. THERE WILL BE AROUND THREE PARTS IN ALL.
“You may choose your partners. Anyone left over, I will assign partnerships.”
A mad scramble ensued as everyone dashed to find their friends or to ask their crush. Simon was left in the chaos. He knew no one in the class, in fact, he didn’t even want to take a dance class. He was forced into it because of scheduling conflicts.
The class parted and there she was. Her long blond hair was plaited back over her shoulder, she wore heavy shoes that looked too big for her feet and the hem of her tunic was splattered with mud. She looked lost as the friend she had come to class with was lead away on the arm of an older boy. Simon saw his chance and seized it.
He elbowed his way through the already formed couples until he reached her. She was shorter close up then Simon had originally thought. When he tapped her shoulder for her attention she spun around whipping him in the chest with her plait.
The girl eyed Simon for a minute (was that disgust?) before she snapped, “What?”
“Do, um, do you want to be my partner?” Simon asked, second guessing his judgement of the girl.
She took a good minute to look Simon up and down before saying, “In your dreams, Heap.” With that she spun back around and stormed across the classroom.
“Well, forget I even asked you!” He called to her retreating back. Resisting the urge to call her a bad word, Simon crossed his arms and looked around the room for a girl to ask. There seemed to be no one left. Almost everyone was standing awkwardly next to a person of the other gender except him and-
I’ve had to unfollow some people tonight, which makes me sad. I try my best to stay out of drama in this fandom. I stay in my lane, keep my head down and avoid the haters wherever possible.
And now this fuckery. My love and support for Daryl is what will carry me through this show to the end. It’s beyond painful to realize that so many people completely do not understand this character I love so dearly.
But I draw the line at laying blame at his feet solely because, apparently, using him as a scapegoat is a convenient way to avoid facing the grief of losing a beloved character.
Sadly, it’s easier to propagate hate than to deal with emotions.
If this is the case for you, I’m sorry. Truly I am. But don’t think for one second that I’ll allow your bullshit to show up on my dash. I will unfollow you. I will block you. I hope you’ll do the same with me.