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anonymous asked:

Tfw you go Rakan bc there's a Xayah on your team, and you do the Rakan personality and tell jokes and are supportive of your team, and the whole team laughs and gets along with you... except the Xayah, who is dead silent all game... and then everyone honors you post-game... except the Xayah. ;_; Oh well, at least I had fun.

I give them ½ points for being ½ in character

kemmlerthekitschmaster  asked:

What do you think Arya's life will be like once she's reunited with Sansa or Bran post-series? She clearly won't just become some demure lady of the court or wed some lord, or if she does it will just be another false persona she puts on for the benefit of her family members. Even though she's going to eventually part with the Faceless Men, she's kind of warped at this point. I mean, take away the masks and there's not much left of Arya except the burning need for vengeance and justice.

Originally posted by mariaslittlestuff

Look, the various hells Arya has been through have absolutely had traumatic effects on her, and she can’t just snap her fingers upon returning home and make that go away completely. But the idea that there’s nothing left of Arya but her list couldn’t be more wrong:

At the water’s edge she stopped, the silver fork in hand. It was real silver, solid through and through. It’s not my fork. It was Salty that he gave it to. She tossed it underhand, heard the soft plop as it sank below the water.

Her floppy hat went next, then the gloves. They were Salty’s too. She emptied her pouch into her palm; five silver stags, nine copper stars, some pennies and halfpennies and groats. She scattered them across the water. Next her boots. They made the loudest splashes. Her dagger followed, the one she’d gotten off the archer who had begged the Hound for mercy. Her swordbelt went into the canal. Her cloak, tunic, breeches, smallclothes, all of it. All but Needle.

She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! Mikken’s mark was on the blade. It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time…

…but it wasn’t.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

Polliver had stolen the sword from her when the Mountain’s men took her captive, but when she and the Hound walked into the inn at the crossroads, there it was. The gods wanted me to have it. Not the Seven, nor Him of Many Faces, but her father’s gods, the old gods of the north. The Many-Faced God can have the rest, she thought, but he can’t have this.

She padded up the steps as naked as her name day, clutching Needle. Halfway up, one of the stones rocked beneath her feet. Arya knelt and dug around its edges with her fingers. It would not move at first, but she persisted, picking at the crumbling mortar with her nails. Finally, the stone shifted. She grunted and got both hands in and pulled. A crack opened before her.

“You’ll be safe here,” she told Needle. “No one will know where you are but me.” She pushed the sword and sheath behind the step, then shoved the stone back into place, so it looked like all the other stones. As she climbed back to the temple, she counted steps, so she would know where to find the sword again. One day she might have need of it. “One day,” she whispered to herself.

Pretty clear, no? She’s willing to give up the masks and everything that went with them, but the one identity she refuses to give up is Arya Stark of Winterfell. And she’s not just clinging to Arya’s list–she’s holding onto Arya’s family, Arya’s happy memories, Arya’s fierce burning love. I could also point to her continuing wolf dreams, her helping out Sam because he’s a crow like Jon, etc. Arya has lost so much, but she has not lost herself. 

(Btw, “warped” is a very poor choice of words; I’d rethink that.) 

In Arkham Asylum, If you hide in the shadows away from Scarecrow during his nightmare segments, he’ll start monologuing and psychoanalyzing you. At one point he even calls you a chicken.

Except the jokes on him. I’m hiding on purpose. When else am I going to get a chance to ogle a 40ft tall Jonathan Crane?

anonymous asked:

Stamkos art anon: fuck this. Flow history via google suffices. I cant get his face right. I'm gonna go start work on the next project instead. (You know the post of "hockey photos as renaissance paintings"? I'm painting one of those photos- using no paintbrushes except one or two toothbrushes. Because i can. It's the photo of a pileup of bolts versus redwings fighting and theres no way I'm getting it done anytime soon but it's gonna be epic. Maybe i'll post it when it's done.)

Oh my god the fibonacci fight pic yes that was def a Renaissance painting at some point. Probably depicting some war of the French vs the English. (It’s always the French vs the English…or someone vs Russia)

anonymous asked:

Except that post about no one showing up was going around early before it even started so of course there's no picture of big crowds. Plus protesters literally blocked an entrance to keep people from getting in and watching the inauguration. I don't like trump but it's stupid to spread misleading crap like that.

Well, I would admit you have a point, but….

On following Loki

I generally like to keep personal posts off of my blog. This though can be an exception. I’ve been a Lokean in some fashion or another for going on 6 years at this point in time. I’ve never looked out to the community as a whole, preferring to keep to myself (unless theres a chance to teach a lesson) which brings me here. 

Loki is not a god of nice delicate change. The lessons he teaches are often uncomfortable, turn your world upside down, and completely rip you apart at the core of who you think you are. If you’re lying to yourself, prepare to be highly uncomfortable, because that will be one of the first things ripped from you. You’ll learn to trust your gut, to go with what feels right. Order will become chaos, and from the chaos new life will be born. I have never known Loki to make delicate changes, to be the guy who brings flowers and comforts you on a bad day, thats just not who he is. Not to say he can’t but its rarely his style. A thing often forgotten about the Norse parenthenon, the gods are all war gods in some fashion. Yes this includes Freya. 

Loki plays many roles, as is typical of a Trickster, but all of those roles fall under the necessary challenging of the status quo, for without that, progress stagnates and we die as a culture. The moment at which change ceases is the moment at which we cease to grow, cease to live, cease to exist. 

I get concerned when I see all of these posts about how “everything is perfect and ermagerd Loki is the most awesomest bf ever.” (and on that note Christian marriage is meaningless to Loki, and any of the Nordic, Greek or anything but Christian gods.) Loki doesn’t just chill out 24/7 and tell you how awesome you are unless he wants something from you, patient yes, coddling no. There is the other possibility that its not Loki, and a dark spirit of some sort feeding off your energy, but Loki is not the cutesy bf who brings you flowers and shows up on your doorstep with chocolate to take you out to a movie. Loki isn’t bad but it’s wise to remember he is a god of chance and is rarely delicate in his dealings.

EDIT: I have spoken here with Volvano (awesome help by the way) and worked out the issues with the initial post. I was taking the tag as a representation of the community’s involvement as a whole. This post is build on my personal work and more hostile than intended but will be left up for archive purposes.

idk like maybe i’m just overanalyzing it but to me, the picture lacks context. the lighting is shitty, you can’t see any kind of cool background (like you could with say the Hollywood sign view), he has a blank expression, and there’s no caption. like there’s just nothing to go along with the selfie. like what was his motivation for posting it? did he just feel like being like “here’s my face today” and that’s it? like for me, i would never post a photo like that on ig. so that’s why i question his motives because we know that he likes to find good lighting or likes to use a cool scenery in his photos. it just comes across really strange to me.

anonymous asked:

Eggsy discovering Harry alive after months of grieving is practically cannon at this point, turn about's fair play right? Harry captured in a future mission (HQ infiltrated?) chooses to except whatever death they inflict on him because others *cough*Eggsy, will replace/avenge him. Is shocked however when villain drops a bloodied medal on a chain in front of him, there's only one way they'd get that from Eggsy. Cue rage that makes the church scene look like a picnic and relieved reunions :p

Hey Anon!

So sorry for the delay in posting this! I had quite the busy summer, so now I’m going back through old prompts for inspiration.

Anyways. WARNINGS: For depictions of torture and canon-related violence. Rated PG-13. 

Fic: Rage and Red

They stopped asking questions hours ago.

It’s not a good sign.

Harry tries to keep his heart rate down, tries to focus on his breathing instead of the steady plop, plop, of his blood, splattering against the ground. His lungs scream and rattle with each aborted breath in. He’s got a broken rib, maybe two; but the harsh, wet wheeze of air escaping past his swollen lips gives him something to think about, something to dwell on-

Anything to keep his mind away from the steady build of dread that settles in his stomach.

He’s a Kingsman agent.  

Even when he took on the mantel of Arthur, he’d always known that this was an eventuality for him-

To be bound and beaten, locked up in some dank shit hole to slowly rot away. It’s not his first rodeo, but he can’t shake the feeling that it’s going to be his last.

Time drags on slowly, but as each second ticks by he can feel himself gradually, precariously, drifting away.

It’s not a new sensation. The last time he was dragged under by the dark was on the steps of a Kentucky church. Yet he’d survived that; somehow.

He’d woken up, bleary-eyed and dazed, after four weeks of surgery in an American hospital. It took more Kingsman resources than he’d care to admit to have him extracted, any suspected involvement in the massacre pardoned, and his medical bills resolved…but he’d survived.

Only now there’s no hospital to patch him up.

There’s no concerned neighbor to phone the police.

It’s just him, bound to this fucking chair in his own bloody headquarters.

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anonymous asked:

What does headcanon mean?

Basically it’s an idea that you come up with that expands on the existing canon work, canon being anything ‘official’ that was mentioned in the books. Headcanons are basically a way of universe building and creating your own interpretations of the story and its characters or settings

However headcanons are distinct from AUs or fanfiction in that a headcanon could coexist with the original work, whereas an AU will contradict it. This gets a bit more complicated with Harry Potter depending on your definition of canon. Personally, I think of canon as the books and the books only. I don’t consider Cursed Child, Fantastic Beasts, or Pottermore canon but it’s up to interpretation

e.g “After the war Harry and Ginny got married and had 3 children named James, Albus, and Lily” would be canon

“Every Sunday morning Harry would make Ginny pancakes in bed, and he always knew to make 3 extra for when his small children inevitably crawled in beside them” would be a headcanon because it was made up by someone other than the author but doesn’t contradict the canon work

“Harry and Ginny are both counsellors at a summer camp in America and start a prank war with each other” would be an AU because it takes the same characters and changes the setting or premise of the story

“In their fourth year, Draco finally works up the courage to ask Harry to the Yule Ball and they turn up in matching robes and Harry swore he saw Dumbledore wink at them” would be fanfiction of some sort, be it drabble or a 50k word fic. The main point is it’s not a headcanon because it directly contradicts what we know from the original story

Ichigo doesn’t like the TV show “Ghost Bust” to the point where he shows an outward frustration against people imitating the “Bohahaha!” thing…

…Except when Orihime does it. Sure, you can tell Ichigo doesn’t like her doing it, but he just can’t bring himself to tell her that.  

He has always had such a soft spot for her even this far back into the manga, freakin’ incredible.