the neutral party

hey guess why im in tears

Lipstick Prince is a show thats gonna promote how makeup is not limited to women! wow. Starring:

Gay Icon Heechul

Block B’s Ukwon

Block B’s P.O.

(fun fact when i was taking screen shots he was pulling a face when his name popped up and it felt bad to include it so i got a better pic)

NCT’s Underrated Visual Doyoung

BtoB’s Eunkwang

Monsta X’s Hot Piece of Man Shownu

SF9′s Rowoon

And Tony An

Who are you excited to see? Who do you want to see guest star? Please anticipate December First!

EDIT: I PUT THE WRONG PIC SORRY BLOCK B STANS :(((

Running A Clever Dungeon Room...

At any time, you can throw six orcs running down a 10-foot-wide corridor at your players’ characters.

That may be a good fight for some parties, but it’s hardly clever. If the orcs suffer ranged weapon fire, not all of them will be able to reach the PCs’ front line, and none of them will be able to reach the PCs’ back line.

A clever encounter takes advantage of the monsters’ or NPCs’ capabilities and tactics. Clever creatures should spend a lot of time thinking about how they might survive an encounter with well-armed PCs.

Six orcs parked behind cover with heavy crossbows, and a gaping pit in front of them— now that might be a challenge.

Four orcs in that situation, plus two on a ledge behind the PCs might be even better. Four orcs running from a rampaging hill giant … well, you get the idea…

Here are six general strategies for maximizing effectiveness of the monsters and NPCs you throw at your PCs.

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I love this scene for two reasons:

1) because it is 200% yet another hint that Juuzou is following on Shinohara’s footsteps as his true successor. 

Furuta is currently destroying everything that Shinohara (amongst other investigators) ever stood for, back when the CCG could still pretend that it was a rampart between ghouls and humans, fighting for the humans’ side, so it must be hard for Juuzou to witness its slow crumbling when he also knows that, as Shinohara’s successor, leaving behind what remains of the original CCG is just impossible.

It really reminds me of this moment in TG ch137:

because Juuzou understood long ago what it is that Shinohara really meant back then. 

Ghouls will always have to kill humans in order to eat and survive, while humans will always have to fight ghouls in order to survive as well, which is why the CCG still has a true purpose (at least as long as some sort of coexistence isn’t made to last, but that is Kaneki’s part of the job in theory) because, without it, humans would disappear. 

That’s why, as Shinohara’s successor, Juuzou just can’t say bye to Furuta, despite knowing that he’s aiming on purpose for destruction and chaos, because he has to find a way to salvage what’s left of the CCG. 

Honestly, Ishida giving the role of the CCG’s/humans’ last hope to Juuzou would make perfect sense to me since, as Shinohara’s successor, he’ll definitely keep on fighting to protect humans from ghouls, but also because, by never being able to hate Big Madam, he’s really neutral towards ghouls in general. 

2) Because it makes a parallel with something Uta once said to Kaneki.

Uta might be a troll and a real mystery, but as far into the story as we are, it still is one of my beliefs that the Clowns are a completely neutral party, which is to say that they’re not pro nor anti ghous/humans, because setting the world on fire and watching it burn is fine by them as long as every side is involved. 

Again, it is just my opinion, but the Clowns currently helping Furuta to create chaos (for now) is just their own way to make sure that humans/the CCG, ghouls, Kaneki and V are all having a role to play as the world inside the twisted bird cage burns away.  

Ultimately though, Uta at least seems to think like Juuzou: getting rid of one side or the other is not going to bring meaningful changes or be a viable situation for long (which tentatively makes Uta possibly interested by the idea of coexistence, if it somehow works out). 
So I personally really liked this parallel, implying that two characters who fought before and who don’t see eye to eye about basically everything (from the look of their interactions before) would still be slightly similar on this particular idea, especially when we’re at such a pivotal moment in :Re. 

The Clowns probably had it all figured out before Furuta started his grand plan, so they are not a good indicator of things changing (even if they’re probably getting ready for the next part of the game), but in a way, amongst the many characters that are involved in Furuta’s game, it’s reassuring to see that Juuzou has apparently figured out how he must act because he understands the role that was given to him (as Shinohara’s successor).

Now, it’s mostly about Kaneki figuring out how he’s going to success as the OEK, if he’s really the one who will lead the different sides towards a possible coexistence (if that’s even a viable solution).

anonymous asked:

Why aren't combat medics given weapons?

Well, to be fair, medics can sometimes have weapons for self defense. They need to be able to defend themselves if they’re targeted. But they aren’t supposed to be seen as combatants, is the thing. You can read about it all here, but the short answer is that the Geneva Conventions tries to protect medics. Combat medics are hard to come by: their training takes ages and not everyone has the capacity to be a medic. It’s not just a matter of intelligence, but it requires you to endure traumatizing environments where multiple people may have organs and limbs severely damaged, not to mention the iron will to plunge into an ongoing firefight to treat a casualty at the risk of your own life.

Now, anyone who’s ever played WoW, DOTA, LoL, Overwatch, or literally any other team game knows that in a battle, you take out the healer/support first. That’s just good tactics. But if everyone did that, war would be even more deadly and destructive than it already is, and war would become less about who had the best tactics and more about who’s the best at killing the medics.

So for the benefit of all combatants, we decided medics should be considered neutral parties. As long as they’re just tending to the wounded and aren’t actively harming the enemy, medics on either side aren’t supposed to be harmed, though sometimes they are because stray bullets and inaccurate artillery are a thing. And because some enemies we’re fighting (like in the Middle East currently) don’t adhere to the GC and do what they want. 

But the moment a medic picks up a weapon and starts firing, they’re fair game, and most units would say that their medics are too valuable to risk just to have one more person on a weapon unless it was absolutely necessary. 

-Spc. Kingsley

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fandoms-stoll-my-life  asked:

Can you do the RFA + V with an MC who CANNOT sleep in a house alone. Like she's paranoid about someone breaking in, watching her in her sleep, etc. So by the party she's sleep deprived and close to passing out.

Wow look at cat mom actually doing stuff!! Much productive such write!! Sorry for not being active lately due to some personal matters and overall crappy health, but I promise to try my best from now on.

Onto your request: Yikes I want to wrap this MC in a blanket and put her to sleep like omg who gives a damn about this party lol. Anyways, here you go, love! I ignored everything that happened in each party because that would’ve changed… well, your entire request, especially in certain routes. Just think of it as a neutral party? Taking Jaehee’s route as an example.

- Admin Cat Mom.

Yoosung

  • the moment is perfect and this baby boy is more than ready to become a Manly Man and give you that well-deserved kiss you both have been waiting for.
  • and he’s going for it, he wraps his arms around you and leans in for a kiss, but right before closing his eyes he notices how drained you look.
  • the bags under your eyes can be seen from space oh dear god.
  • of course the stupid kiss doesn’t matter anymore.
  • and he beats himself up for not noticing it before?
  • immediately starts interrogating you.
  • sweetie you’re not helping let poor MC at least process the questions.
  • instead of answering any of them, you mumble something unintelligible and hold tightly to his arms.
  • you got like two hours of sleep last night, your eyelids are heavy and your whole body feels like jelly so you’re thankful for the extra support.
  • but while your busy letting yourself go in his arms, he straight up freaks out because—are you passing out right now, MC?
  • oh god oH GOD PLEASE DON’T.
  • WHAT DOES A MAN HAVE TO DO HERE TO GET A CHAIR FOR HIS LADY
  • once he takes you somewhere quiet, gets you a chair, and makes certain you’re somewhat more stable, he squats down in front of you and holds your hand, stroking it softly as he listens to what’s been troubling you.
  • if only he would’ve known sooner…
  • “I’m so sorry you had to go through that by yourself, MC.”
  • you can see true anguish in every corner of his face.
  • after a brief discussion with the rest of RFA, he offers to take you home and promises to stay with you until you feel better.
  • and even though he doesn’t say this out loud, he would gladly, ahem, sleep right next to you if it’ll make you feel safe and sound.

Zen

  • this place is so crowded and noisy and holY SHIT you look like you’re dying, MC, what the hell happened?
  • he’s eavesdropping on you and it’s quite evident you’re trying your best to make conversation with guests but you’re so disconnected from everything, stuttering and fidgeting and spacing out.
  • so he approaches you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder to help you out a little and pull you back to earth.
  • and… you startle at his touch and screech, he screeches as well and backs up, everybody goes quiet, things get awkward, suddenly the concept of spontaneous combustion sounds nice and fitting.
  • in order to avoid making things worse, though, he smiles for the guests, suggests them to try the food and takes you somewhere less crowded.
  • it’s not really a pleasant talk because you feel so dizzy and you’re afraid he may start nagging you for not getting enough sleep.
  • yet not surprisingly enough, he gets mad at everyone but you.
  • he’s mad at seven and v for leaving you all alone in someone else’s apartment and refusing to reveal your location
  • what was the point of that anyway?
  • he’s also mad at himself for not being there for you.
  • and while he rattles on and on about RFA’s irresponsible and careless members, your legs start feeling heavy and your vision gets blurry.
  • whoops, there goes MC who is now all passed out on the floor.
  • OH SHIT.
  • nope nope nope he’s getting you out of there rIGHT NOW.
  • not a chance he’s letting you stay at the party, you need a good ol’ beauty sleep to recharge and get better.

Jaehee

  • she’s been in your position more times than she can count.
  • it’s pretty obvious she recognizes all the signs of a sleep deprived individual.
  • and she’s honestly the sweetest and most caring of them all?
  • like honey, you’ve done more than enough for this huge success of a party, you’re even trying to socialize and interact with guests while struggling to stand and walk.
  • everything’s been taken care of and the guys are handling the party just fine, you don’t need to worry and you’re going home right. now.
  • because having you wander around while close to passing out could do more harm than you leaving early.
  • when she mentions driving you somewhere nearby rika’s apartment so you can get some sleep, your face immediately drops.
  • oh…?
  • she’s quick to pick up your reaction and asks for an explanation.
  • after you provide her one, she deadpan nods and grabs you by the arm.
  • okay then it’s settled, she has no choice but to take you to her place.
  • when you both arrive, she puts you to bed and offers you a warm cup of tea to help you relax before heading out.
  • except she barely makes it two inches far from her bed because there’s something desperately pulling her sleeve.
  • she hesitates for a moment and urges you that you’re safe here, there are no bomb threats or possible intruders or hackers slash kidnappers waiting for the right time to take you away.
  • plus they’re expecting her at the party.
  • but… you’re persistent and you seem genuinely distressed thus she can’t just go on with her day knowing you’re feeling unsafe.
  • so she lies down next to you and lets you rest your head on her chest, and she promises to stay by your side until you wake up.
  • her heart is pounding like crazy and her cheeks are bright red, poor thing may explode at any given second but it’s okay it’s all good, it feels nice having you this close.
  • you soon fall asleep together and it’s the cutest thing.

Jumin

  • as soon as he arrives, he eagerly starts looking for you.
  • an alluring being among the crowd he simply cannot wait to meet, where can they be? you can tell how anxious he is just by looking at his left cuff.
  • he’s fidgeting with it nonstop.
  • he asks about your whereabouts to every RFA member and guest he encounters without any luck.
  • until he bumps into seven and pops out the same question yet again.
  • “there,” he answers while pointing at his back.
  • five seconds later you crash into him, both of you losing balance for a moment.
  • “are you drunk, MC?”
  • though harsh and quite direct, he tries to be discreet about it.
  • and in his defense, you do look a bit drunk and disoriented.
  • this isn’t how he imagined getting to meet you.
  • still, he’s a gentleman resolved to help you avoid embarrassment and discomfort, and instead of dwelling on the reasons behind your current state right there, he escorts you outside to have a talk.
  • what? what do you mean you’ve barely slept in the past two weeks?
  • he refrains from lecturing you because 1) you look like you could faint at any minute and 2) he doesn’t want to upset someone who’s already upset enough, it’d be no help.
  • “you should’ve called, why didn’t you? I would’ve kept you company.”
  • you know it’s serious when executive director jumin han is willing to sacrifice his sleep and tight schedule just to make sure you’re having a good night’s sleep.
  • but since “it’s no use crying over spilled milk” his words and he has zero fucks to give, he suggests fleeing from the party.
  • no worries he ends up calling jaehee to let her know you’re feeling unwell.
  • after getting into his car, you fall asleep on his shoulder.
  • he stays still and watches you sleep in silence, a cute, barely noticeable smile across his face.

Seven

  • oh noes.
  • he’s seen that “do i want death or am i already dead who the hell knows at this point” look you’re pulling off.
  • where, you may be wondering? oh, that’s right, in the fucking mirror every goddamn night for the past fifteen years of his life.
  • you look like a zombie wandering around the room, you’re bumping into people and making a mess your way.
  • you haven’t even realized there’s a wine stain on your pretty clothes.
  • YOU. NEED. HELP.
  • otherwise, he’s afraid you’ll pass out cold and the last thing you need right now is a concussion, so he comes up to you and greets you with one of his dumb jokes in order to lift your spirit.
  • it kinda works but you’re still looking… well, dead, and moody.
  • a moody zombie? yeah, that’s about it.
  • refusing to give up on you just yet, he grabs your hand and promises to stay by your side throughout the whole night so you can lean on him, literally, whenever you feel like you’re about to faint.
  • what was that? do you want to leave early instead? that’s cool too, jaehee will take care of everything don’t you worry, my brave soldier.
  • defender of justice seven zero seven’s got your back!!
  • you eventually leave the party together but you don’t go very far, instead, you lay down on a park nearby to contemplate the sky.
  • he’s telling you stories about the clouds idly passing by when he hears a sweet little snore.
  • it’s you!! you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, aw.
  • all the blood in his system gathers on his cheeks and he is now all red, you can’t tell his hair apart from his face.
  • and in order to keep you warm and well protected, he embraces you with both arms and kisses your head.
  • later on he falls asleep too because he’s just as sleep deprived as you.

V

  • surprise surprise! much to everyone’s expectations, lovely boy has decided to show up to the party!
  • and he’s so excited to meet you after hearing so many positive things about you and how you’ve put every ounce of energy into RFA’s party.
  • he needs to thank you properly!!
  • spotting you amidst the guests isn’t really hard as there’s a bunch of people gathered in the center of the room making commotion.
  • apparently, someone has fainted? he can hear yoosung screaming and asking people to make some room, zen is yelling something about CPR, and jaehee is rushing to the crowd while dialing what it seems to be 119.
  • what in the world…?
  • determined to do some damage control, he hurries to reach jaehee and tries to find out what the hell is going on.
  • “it appears MC has passed out and we don’t know the reason.”
  • no need to say more.
  • he kindly but firmly asks people to stay back so that you can get some air, and he also sends yoosung to get you a chair to sit on.
  • zen is in charge of bringing you a glass of water because boy needs to calm the eff down.
  • five minutes later he manages to sit you upright in a chair, away from the crowd and where you can get some fresh air.
  • six pairs of concerned eyes are piercing right through you while you try to regain consciousness, only one of them hidden behind sunglasses.
  • you may not see those eyes clearly, but they carry the most guilt out of all of them.
  • in his usual soft caring voice, he does an attempt to ask you what’s wrong, and as he gets the answer he was expecting, he frowns and strokes your hair.
  • “why didn’t you say anything? we could’ve helped you.”
  • were it not for the mess he’s sunken in thanks to rika, he would’ve gone to the apartment himself to make sure you were getting some sleep.
Atticus vs. The Council

“… find you guilty of improper behavior. We expect your answer to these charges at the High Tide Reception next month during the
full moon. Yours in evil…”

The lich finished reading the letter of complaint as Atticus popped its neck into place, relieving a tremendous and uncomfortable pressure. “This note, Atticus! I can’t believe they sent this!”

“Spoil? Monsters?” Atticus mumbled to himself, repeating a passage.

“This is perfect, Atty!” a lake nymph cooed the next morning as the villain finished shampooing, deep conditioning, and styling her hair. He tied it back into two buns, using strands of kelp he had found in a far away sea. The unusual coloring complimented the nymph’s hairstyle and outfit perfectly.

“You seem a bit distracted, are you alright?” a forest spirit asked that afternoon as Atticus helped her gather autumnal leaves, sorting them by shape and color into organized piles. “Don’t eat those,” he chided gently after confessing his troubles, “or at least don’t eat all of them, we need a good blend if you want me to finish up these leaf crowns.”

“Do I spoil monsters?”

“Do I spoil monsters?” Atticus asked an undead waitress as she set down a plate that night. He hadn’t specified his order, he didn’t need to. Waffles, buttermilk, ectoplasm on the side, slightly overcooked. Coffee, void. Side of rotten fruit. Root beer float, grave dust flavor, as dessert, but only after his meal was finished and he had reached the second page of his newspaper. “Yes,” the waitress kissed his cheek, “and we spoil you, too.”

“It is a good thing, Atty,” a mermaid chimed the next morning as she and the villain watched the sun rise and various ships pull into the port. She handed him a storm in a bottle. “Are you a neutral party or do you work to serve monstrous interests?” She eyed the council’s ship with open hatred.

“I’ve been serving monstrous interests my entire life.”

“And why is spoiling us bad, anyway? Have you needs we are not meeting? Do we not love you as you love us?” The mermaid gently stroked his stubbled cheek.

The villain smiled, opened the bottle, and unleashed the maelstrom on the port. He laid his head on the mermaid’s shoulder and together they watched the destruction unfold.

Why Hawke Must Side With The Templars

Okay, I’ve needed to get this off my chest for a while.

This whole mage templar dispute thing - it’s driving me nuts. I was recently looking at statistics as to how many people sided with the templars vs those who sided with mages, and I just - ugh. There was an outrageous amount of people that sided with the mages - most in fact. Okay fine, I get why people sided with mages. I do get why, however, when I say I understand why, that does not mean, for any reason, that I agree with that decision.

And here’s why.

Let me first explain why I get why people sided with the mages - for Pete’s sake, I always play as a mage. They’re the freaking best, and I think their story is amazing.

I totally understand the mage oppression thing. Mages are being oppressed and treated completely unfairly by these templars. Meredith is fucking nuts, and the chantry is supporting it - or, in Kirkwall, becoming a neutral party which doesn’t help anyone.

Templars are out of control, and people view them as heroes, because propaganda and gossip coupled with horror stories about crazy rampant mages plague the streets. People see templars as the ones who can protect them. So, given this, as in any society, templars are given reign to be able to treat these mages badly, and people advocate for their imprisonment.

Mages are being unfairly ripped from their homes, and parents never to be able to see their children again is a huge issue. These mages are allowed little to no freedom, and they are basically kept in a Circle for their entire lives. They are even thought to be the Maker’s “unwanted” children, and are taught to feel terrible about themselves, which is completely wrong.

Mages are also thought to be able to snap at any moment, and that the majority are actually insane blood mages looking for newborn children to sacrifice. Now, the side that argues mage freedom is the side that firmly believes that these mages should be free because not all mages are like that, not all are crazy blood mages, and a lot of them are better people than most. They’re clearly at a disadvantage in society, and viewed as a major threat, which isn’t true of all mages. It’s unfair, and the fear that’s associated with these people is out of control.

For the most part - this is true! Most mages want nothing more than to live peaceful lives. I completely - TOTALLY understand that, and definitely agree.

If given freedom, these mages have power that could help so many people! They would also be much less likely to be prone to blood magic because they’ve been backed into a corner and have no choice. If they were given this freedom, mages would be able to thrive and wouldn’t go to such drastic measures to protect themselves, which templars CLEARLY provoke inside them.

Is that right? Is that a pretty good explanation?

Right, now listen to my side.

Mages. Are. Fucking. Dangerous. It doesn’t matter what anyone says about control. One of my absolute favorite lines from DA2 is Fenris’s quote that goes: “I have no doubt that mages can be good and decent men, able to resist temptation. But how many temptations do you wish to offer a man before he will give in?” This is the absolute truth for these mages. They are offered ultimate power every single time they close their eyes, or are backed into a corner. Some are stronger than others and are able to resist this, but there are many mages out there that are given this incredible power and have absolutely no idea what to do with it or how to use it - or worse yet, abuse it.

They’re dangerous. There’s no getting around that fact. They’re dangerous, badass, and extremely powerful. They are able to tap into the essence of the fade and create and do things that no normal man can - and when one says that a mage’s power is like that of a templar’s sword - a templar isn’t able to set an entire city on fire or summon an army of demons with a swish of his blade - whereas a mage has every ability to do so with a wave of their hand.

You cannot compare. You can’t.

Let me also make something very clear - there is so much evidence in Dragon Age lore that proves that not all mages are born with the innate willpower to be able to muster and master this power. Weak or strong, in either case, each is given the exact same amount of power. The weak cannot handle this power, and therefore fall prey to powerful demons - which result in death and destruction. The powerful, or even borderline powerful, have a much better chance at mastering this ability, and are therefore born with the ability to control magic.

Anyway.

Mages are susceptible to possession and summoning beings of great power, they are capable of burning down a city - a SINGLE man in one instance is capable of this destruction. And if one feels threatened, even a little, it takes but a slip of the mind to allow a demon to enter and turn them into an abomination.

Mages have power beyond comprehension, and a lot of it hasn’t even been explored yet. This exposure to the fade allows them this ability, and though there are those who are able to control this power, not every mage is like this. And therefore incredibly dangerous.

So, with that, it is no surprise that the Circle was created. And it makes SENSE. Come on people, the Circle is absolutely necessary. Mages are capable of being a danger to others and themselves! The Circle was meant to teach them how to control this. The Circle’s creation was meant to be a safe place for mages to practice their magic and master is so that they can eventually become successful citizens of Thedas without being a danger to themselves or others.

However, now the Circle is a prison, as the templars have turned it into that, and its former purpose has been skewed.

This is where the debate gets tricky.

The Circle is necessary, definitely, but it absolutely needs reformation. It cannot continue to treat these people this badly and lock them up. That’s why it’s so important that mages are put in these Circles and taught how to control their magic. And when they can, they can leave. That would be the most ideal set up. But it’s not like that, because people don’t trust them.

Which makes sense for the most part because of what they’re capable of.

Soooo, anyway, I need to get back on track here.

So, then this whole Kirkwall thing happens, and mages and templars are at each other’s throats, and finally Anders takes things into his own hands and blows up the fucking Chantry because it’s a neutral party and will inevitably incite rebellion.

Let’s break this down, shall we?

Meredith is pissed because she suspects blood magic in the ranks of the Circle, and Orsino has had it with her bullshit so he’s not taking it anymore. So they’re arguing.

At this point in the story, it makes sense for Hawke to wonder if Meredith is actually on to something, or if she’s just bullying Orsino. (In my opinion, sadly enough, I realized before it had even been revealed at the end, that the man who killed Hawke’s mother had been in cohorts with Orsino, so I would have supported the raid with that information) However, without that information, there would have been no evidence to support this raid of the tower, so the mages would absolutely have my support at this point.

Then, as Orsino goes to try and get help to calm the dispute, which I completely agree with, Anders blows up the fucking Chantry.

No…no…NONONONONONONONONONONO.

WORST THING YOU COULD DO MAN.

A mage, KILLED the Grand Cleric for ALL mages. He did it - in the NAME of mages.

He doomed them all, as Orsino said.

The line is so fragile at this point, that there is so little hope for mages.

But this line is where people tend to get confused who to side with - or not confused, because most people side with mages.

No, bad idea. Lemme tell you why.

I did at first, I actually was like - fine. Mages are oppressed, this needs to stop. I need to do what’s right for these innocent mages and defend them! -

- And then something happened.

During the fight, mages were turning into abominations and killing people. They were being either backed into a corner by templars, or they were using blood magic and summoning demons to protect them - but still killing people.

That was when I paused the game, sat back, and realized my mistake.

I see Anders’ bigger picture thing - but I saw an even bigger picture.

Think about this.

If you support/protect the mages - you are supporting and protecting BLOWING up the damn Chantry and all the Grand Cleric had done to keep peace, you are supporting this war and mages and that decision to kill those innocents. You’re supporting the mages who turn into abominations or resort to blood magic. You are supporting the right for mages to use their magic to kill people. You are supporting Anders. That is what everyone in Thedas would see, and therefore your credibility would be lost to the majority of the population.

So, after I thoroughly thought that through, I restarted the last bit of the game to change my decision.

I changed it because I saw the fact that in this situation, people would NEVER listen to my Hawke and what he had to say if he didn’t support the safety of the people as well as the Chantry. They wouldn’t listen to him because he would have been a mage protecting mages, and that’s all the people would have seen. The only respect he would have earned would be from the mages that fought for their lives and those who rebelled in the Circle’s throughout Thedas - and may I remind you, that is a VERY small population.

Hawke, as a mage, already gains a portion of respect from those people. What he needs is to earn the trust and respect from those who are not mages. He needs to show them that he will fight for THEIR safety and protect them from crazy mages who would blow up the damn chantry and kill thousands of innocents by turning into abominations or using blood magic.

THAT is where he needs to draw his influence.

Because of what Anders did, and HOW the war started, there was no chance that my Hawke was going to side with murderers. Because THAT, if you break it down, is exactly what he would have been doing if he sided with the mages.

Now that my Hawke is viscount of Kirkwall AND a goddamn mage, how much do you think the city respects that? He is their CHAMPION. The one who stood up for the citizens and vouched for the safety of the city. They BEGGED him to become viscount. What do you think he is capable of doing now that he is viscount? He can change the CIRCLE. NOW he has influence over these people who see a mage and RESPECT him! That is the type of mage that the people need to look up to and see to feel safe. That is where Hawke can make a change.

Instead, if you go the opposite route, the people chase you out with damn pitchforks and curse and spit at you.

Great. How much influence do you have now? Yes, he is someone that the mages respect, but that’s it. Everyone else would see him as a threat, just like the rebelling apostates.

My point is that Hawke, MAGE Hawke ESPECIALLY, should absolutely, in that situation, side with the Templars. He still doesn’t agree with Meredith, and he stands up to her by sparing the lives of mages who surrendered - WHICH GAINS THEIR RESPECT.

The all around benefits of siding with the Templars FAR outweigh the benefits of siding with the mages. If people took even two seconds to think about this, they would see that, no matter how you look at it, siding with the Templars and protecting the city is the right thing to do.

All that people see though, is the unjust that mages face, and they right away jump to this HUGE decision to start a war and side with the side that they think is innocent. Noooo, guys. NOT in this situation. This situation does not WARRANT that action! This PARTICULAR situation must have Hawke defend the people, so that they can see that this mage is a protector for all, and that he stands with the right and just and wants to bring justice to the Grand Cleric and all who died in the Chantry. THAT is what Thedas should see.

Mages need to be vouched for, I know that, and what they’re going through needs to be changed, and in the end, the war did start a movement for their fair treatment, but again, for this particular situation, siding with the Templars is the best way to go.

Hawke can still stand up and defend these mages afterwards, he can still draw his influence from being viscount and make changes through that. It’s not like he doesn’t have the chance now to do something about it - he still can! Especially now that he’s viscount - and someone that the people respect and praise for his actions to protect the city.

Think about it, if the Templars had blown up the Circle because they believe that mages were using blood magic and killing people, do you think I would have sided with the Templars?

Absolutely NOT.

Anyone would be able to see that what they had done was unfair and unjust and that they had gone too far. The people of Thedas would see that Meredith had gone mad, and that the templars were out of control, and therefore, this would have warranted Hawke’s action to side with the mages and bring justice.

What Anders did doomed the mages of Kirkwall and ruined chance for compromise.

Now, I can’t necessarily say what he did was…not without reason or didn’t end up serving a purpose, in that aspect I think what he did was necessary, but just because it was, this would mean that Hawke’s actions to side with the templars was also necessary. That’s tricky, I know, and one action would have to lead to the other. What Anders did ended up serving as the momentum mages needed to finally break free of the hold the templars had on them, so, as I said before, in a way this was necessary.

But so was Hawke’s decision to side with the templars.

If this doesn’t help you see the reasonable side to this - then I have no idea what will.

But yeah, that’s my side, the logic behind it had been thought through VERY thoroughly, and overall, this was the conclusion I came to-

As should you.

Code of THUG LIFE:

1. All new Jacks to the game must know: a) He’s going to get rich. b) He’s going to jail. c) He’s going to die.

2. Crew Leaders: You are responsible for legal/financial payment commitments to crew members; your word must be your bond.

3. One crew’s rat is every crew’s rat. Rats are now like a disease; sooner or later we all get it; and they should too.

4. Crew leader and posse should select a diplomat, and should work ways to settle disputes. In unity, there is strength!

5. Car jacking in our Hood is against the Code.

6.Slinging to children is against the Code.

7. Having children slinging is against the Code.

8. No slinging in schools.

9. Since the rat Nicky Barnes opened his mouth; ratting has become accepted by some. We’re not having it.

10. Snitches is outta here.

11. The Boys in Blue don’t run nothing; we do. Control the hood, and make it safe for squares.

12. No slinging to pregnant Sisters. That’s baby killing; that’s genocide!

13.Know your target, who’s the real enemy.

14. Civilians are not a target and should be spared.

15. Harm to children will not be forgiven.

16. Attacking someone’s home where their family is known to reside, must be altered or checked.

17. Senseless brutality and rape must stop.

18. Our old folks must not be abused.

19.Respect our Sisters. Respect our Brothers.

20. Sisters in the Life must be respected if they respect themselves.

21. Military disputes concerning business areas within the community must be handled professionally and not on the block.

22.No shooting at parties.

23.Concerts and parties are neutral territories; no shooting!

24.Know the Code; it’s for everyone.

25.Be a real ruff neck. Be down with the code of the Thug Life.

26.Protect yourself at all times.

“I didn’t create T.H.U.G. L.I.F.E., I diagnosed it.”

—  Tupac Shakur
Wee Shadow.

A wee one shot of Jamie and Claire fluff + Jem and Mandy because why not? :) xx

With Bree and Roger both sick, Jem and Mandy had been dispatched to stay with their grandparents. It was an arrangement that suited everyone, particularly Jem, who was all but glued to his beloved Grandda’s side from the moment he entered the house.

“You’re sure you don’t feel at all unwell?”

“No Grannie. I feel fine.”

“I heard you coughing outside.”

“I just kicked up some dust running back to the house. Ye did tell me to hurry…”

The note of accusation was distinct and not lost on Claire who had plenty experience with the Fraser capability for Machiavellian tenacity and was not fazed in the least.

“I did, but only because it is freezing out there and the last thing I need is another flu patient.”

She smiled as Jem narrowly resisted the urge to roll his eyes and pressed her hand to his forehead. Warm, but then he always was, just like Bree and Jamie, Jem seemed to have a natural furnace.

“You haven’t got a headache or a sore throat?”

Claire stepped back and put her hands on her hips surveying her grandson who was now fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot with impatience.

“No Grannie, I promise.”

There was a tap on the door and Jamie’s head popped into view. Jem gave him a discreetly pleading look, hoping for saviour as Claire began prodding at his throat again, feeling for swollen glands.  Jamie clucked his tongue sympathetically and stepped into the room, ducking slightly as he passed under bunches of drying herbs hanging from the rafters.

“Sassenach, I promise if he keels over I’ll call ye immediately.”

Jamie smiled, sliding himself between them. Claire frowned as she looked up at her husband.

“You shouldn’t be in here! If Jem is incubating the virus …”

“Then I may have it from last night when he arrived or from eating breakfast beside him this morning or possibly from picking up his stockings from the parlour floor, which I mean to enquire about presently anyway.”

“Sorry Grandda, I forgot to take them upstairs wi’ me…”

Jamie turned and gave Jem a level look down the length of his nose and a slow blink that passed for a wink.

“Aye weel, I’ve left them on the stair and ye may take them up to ye room and fold them properly away in your dresser. Now if ye please.”

Jamie’s tone was stern but there was a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and Jem realised that far from scolding him, his Grandda was in fact offering him an escape from the surgery.

“Aye Grandda.”

“But …”

Claire began at the same time as Jamie jerked his chin in the direction of the door. Jem took the opportunity and scarpered, dodging around the far side of his Grannie’s work bench to avoid any further prodding

“Thank ye Grannie, I’ll let ye ken if I feel a bit poorly.”

He called and shut the door firmly behind him.

Claire blinked at the door for a moment and then sighed in defeat.

“Dinna take it hard Sassenach, there are many men who would long for your ministrations. Myself for one.”

Jamie grinned but Claire poked an accusing finger at his chest before pointing at the bench.

“Fine, then sit. And don’t think for a second I believe that you care where a pair of stockings are left.”

Jamie obligingly settled himself on the bench and loosened his stock, exposing the pale skin of his throat, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Actually I do.”

Jamie squirmed as Claire’s fingers, deliberately chilly, felt for signs of swelling beneath his jaw

“No’ enough to make a fuss but the lad is old enough to put his clothes away wi’ out reminding.”

“I think he does normally,”

Claire murmured absent-mindedly, pausing to run her fingers over a certain area again, distinguishing between the rasp of red-gold stubble beneath her fingers and the sign of illness she challenged to be there.

“He probably dumped them because he heard you come into the house. Yon wee shadow.”

Claire smiled, gently mimicking the way Jenny had put it when she had seen the two red-heads together. Jamie retied his stock and ducked his head, trying not to appear too pleased to hear Jem referred to as such.

Claire made as if to inspect his ears and Jamie caught her hand deftly, turning her to be seated on his lap.

“That’s enough o’ that. I’m healthy as I ever have been and have ye to thank for it Sassenach. Stop prodding me, eh? Or at least prod in more satisfying places.”

“And wear exactly should I be prodding, hmmm?”

Claire leant forward, her fingers still encased in Jamie’s large palm, and ran her teeth along the edge of his jaw, gently nipping his chin. Jamie made a sound, not dissimilar to that of a bull readying for the charge and his thighs tightened beneath her.

“Have I just found a new erogenous zone Mr Fraser?”

“I wouldna say that … though I do find your teeth on me a wee bit stirring…”

Jamie’s breath came up short as Claire’s tongue dipped beneath the knot of his stock and traced the faint blue line of a vein, her teeth barely touching him this time.

“But it reminds me … it reminds … Christ!”

Jamie lifted her from his body and stood in the same fluid motion, bending to kiss his wife as thoroughly as he wished to before straightening to his full height, neck safely out of her reach as a sprig of drying thyme tickled his ear.

“You were saying?”

“I was trying to say,”

Jamie smiled wryly,

“That having ye on my lap as ye were just then, distracted and more interested in the medical state o’ my body than anything besides, it reminded me of the first night we met.”

“And that is a pleasant memory is it?”

Claire teased trying to keep her tone light, thinking back to that cold and violent Scottish night and narrowly avoiding a shudder.

“Weel, the meeting of ye is a pleasant memory aye but … I was terrified if truth be told and had ye not come along when ye did …”

“Dragged by Murtagh…”

Jamie waved this off as if her virtual kidnap was neither here nor there and continued

“I dinna ken that I would have made it through the night.”

“It wasn’t a fatal wound!”

Claire laughed, thinking of the bayonet wound on his torso and the way the blood had soaked into his shirt, so startling against the white linen and how it was the sight of this that finally jolted her into awareness of her new reality.

“No,”

Jamie smiled

“It wasna a fatal wound but I was so verra scared, Sassenach. I thought my arm likely broken and although Murtagh was wi’ me, I kent well enough that had Dougal seen opportunity for it, he’d do away wi’ the both of us. So there I was, unable to defend myself, unable to protect my kinsman and just waiting for a dirk to slip betwixt my ribs and fearful that I might die wi’out ever goin’ home and then … then you were there.”

Claire listened to the soft lilt of his voice, the gentle dip in resonance that accompanied his thought of her and the lifting smile that crinkled the skin around his eyes and realised that she was once again on his lap on the bench, although she had no memory of moving.

“Ye centred me from the verra first moment I saw ye. Gave me a pretty face to focus on and a neutral party to speak to; ye made me remember that I was more than just a wanted man and unwanted guest.”

Jamie stroked his index finger down her jaw, lightly pinching her chin between his thumb and finger as if holding a delicate glass ornament up to the light for inspection.

“Ye saved me and didna even ken it, wouldna ha’ cared if I told ye either, fierce wee thing ye were.”

Jamie grinned and gently leant forward, this time meeting Claire’s lips as she reached for him, soft and familiar and warm.

“I would never have known you were scared. You seemed so brave to me. Foolish, but brave.”

“And so I was!”

Jamie smiled as the breath of their laughter mingled.

“Ye have always given so verra much mo nighean donn, ye gave me courage, then love, then family… ye ha’ given me all the verra best parts of my life.”

“As have you. Jamie I …”

“GRANNIE! JEM’S COUGHING AGAIN!”

The surgery door burst open and Mandy, grasping Esmerelda under one arm, stood in a riotous cloud of curls and determination.

“He’s coughing! We have to give him medicine!”

Mandy said firmly, heedless of the moment she had interrupted

“Alright love, lead the way.”

Claire smiled, holding out a hand to her grand-daughter.

“Yon wee shadow, was it?”

Jamie called after them, smiling to himself at the answering chuckle that echoed back to him.

anonymous asked:

Pansy was the one selling harry out in the last book when they were at hogwarts

Andy: KP has told me they would have.

It was a matter of being killed by the hundreds, or sacrificing one person.

Dumbledore did it too, so would have Narcissa (she only didn’t because her child was alive).

The majority of Slytherins, and Ravenclaws, and probably a few Gryffindors would have (cough cough McLaggen) sacrificed Harry to save everyone.

Hell, Seamus Finnigan made it VERY clear in the 5th book that he would rather Harry LEAVE THE SCHOOL than talk about Voldemort.

Harry Potter, himself, even said it was the right thing to do, which is why he walked to the woods after the announcement was made.

There is no true innocence during war. It’s one side vs the other, and if your family is a neutral party you have to make a few decisions that will insure the safety of the ones you love.

Pansy chose to save her friend and family by sacrificing a boy who caused her and her friends nothing but grief.

Was she wrong to voice the feelings that others were to scared to say? Or if Harry Potter wasn’t the protagonist would your opinion be different?

They were children, they were scared. What would you have done?

anonymous asked:

What is Otabek's job in the au?

Oh! :D
His job is just sort of a jack of all trades type of guy ^^
He technically works at a repair shop (mostly cars and electronics)
But, he also does a lot of work for whoever pays o3o
Police, mafia, others, he’s very discrete and good at what he does :3
a true neutral party~

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Two

Summary: Your mind is spinning after Jared’s confession, and you confide in Jensen. When you finally tell Genevieve, it goes better than you could have imagined.

Words: 4.1k

Jared x Reader, Jared x Gen (minor Gen x Reader, Jensen x Danneel)

Warnings: angst, consensual infidelity, kinda poly relationship

A/N: finally the sequel to this, thanks to @smexyscribbles and @squeegeebees for looking it over for me! (also I know the Ackles twins are in this, but for this story, the padababy isn’t in the picture yet)

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Pompous Pep AU where instead of being evil, Vlad is pure neutral. He is neither good or bad, he simply wants people to leave him be.

-The Incident still happened, but instead of blaming Jack, he blames both him and Maddie and has cut ties with both of them (up until Bitter Reunions, in which he has decided to try and reconcile with them. Years of loneliness made him regret cutting ties with them.)

-His Ghost form is very different. His eye color remain the same, while he wears a white tuxedo with a white and red cape over it. His skin gets slightly darker instead of turning blue. His hair is no longer horned, and instead looks like he let his hair down, with bangs slicked back. He also still retains the fangs, and will resort to biting if necessary, despite claiming it to be childish.

-Has a Fire Core, and can set things on fire unintentionally if angered or startled. Ghost Sense in the form of a smoke wisp. Has to be forcibly calmed down if his anger reaches his limit, cause if not, he can burn down cities in his rage.

-Instead of being the villain, he is simply a mentor to Danny after he learns Danny is a Halfa too. Is a little overprotective of Danny from then on. (Not that Danny complains.) Soon realizes they like each other in more of a romantic way and start seeing each other more often. (It’s not gay if you’re dead. Or half dead. I’m not sure how Halfas work.)

-Vlad becomes friends with Jack and Maddie again, and often comes over to assist (translation: make sure they don’t do anything to hurt themselves or Danny) them in their invention making.

Tradition (Reader x HanzoShimada)

A/N: ft. you poor friend who gets beaten up every year. Inspired by this post. He tries okay. HE TRIES. THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT. Anyway I dunno I just needed to write something since I haven’t in a few days. Whoooooops.

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Originally posted by karkatium

Hanzo was wondering if he would see you lurking again this year. He wondered when his annual tradition had become your annual tradition too.

“Takeshi, you got this—”

Ah, there was your voice.

“—I doubt it… I don’t know maybe I should quit. I’m the only one who even keeps trying.”

“It’s because you’re obviously the most diligent clan member!” You exclaimed. You absolutely would not let your friend’s confidence drop any more than it already had. “Come on, chin up, it’s about time.” You slapped your friend on the back with a wide grin and dashed to get to the high ground. “I’ll be watching from a safe space, cheering you on.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” Takeshi grumbled and fixed his suit before turning around to resume his patrol.

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