they way the look at each other

In which I seduce the villain of a side quest

Context: So this is the same Mae Gjallarfjall who seduced the pirate captain on the first game. In a later session, we have arrived at the capital of Fountland, which will serve as our base of operations for most of the campaign. The party decided to run some sidequests to make some cash and possibly find some loot. So we pick two bounties that are the opposite of each other. One is a dude who wants help fighting off an army of 5000 people, and the other is the army of 5000 looking for more help. Our way of completing both was… unusual.

DM: So, you guys arrive at the camp of five thousand men. One of them turns to you guys and asks “Who the fuck are you?”

Me (OOC): I pull out the job poster and tell him I’m looking for his leader.

DM: He points you the right way and wishes you luck.

Me (OOC): We continue on to the tent and I walk in without announcing myself.

DM: You find Meb in her tent, barely clothed and sitting on a throne made of men. She looks at you as you approach.

Me (OOC): I roll Persuasion to sway my hips seductively as I continue forward. *rolls +2 and ties Meb’s Initiative check*

DM: She raises an eyebrow at you and smiles. She greets you and demands that you state your business.

Me: *holding up her Help Wanted poster* I came to see about your job offer. You have five thousand men at your disposal against a single enemy, and yet you cannot best him? Why?

DM (as Meb): Ah, yes, I and my… rival, shall we say, have a contract in place. I’m only allowed to send one soldier per day.

Me: And for what ends?

DM (as Meb): To steal a cow.

Me: What’s so special about this cow? Can’t you just buy it from him? If you have the money for an army, surely you can buy a cow.

DM (as Meb): It’s a really nice cow. And he won’t sell it to me.

Me: Well, if you haven’t already sent your soldier for the day, I’ll go next and end this whole feud.

DM (as Meb): I like the sound of that. For now, find yourself a tent and rest up for the night. He’s tougher than you may think.

The rest of the party salutes and turns to leave.

Me (OOC): As I turn and walk out, I roll Persuasion again to sway my hips. *Rolls +3 and successfully seduces Meb*

DM (as Meb): Except you. *pointing at me* You stay. You’ve caught my eye… What’s your name, hun?

Me: Name’s Mae Gjallarfjall. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

DM (as Meb): Oh, we’re going to be far more than mere “acquaintances.“ (OOC): Roll Initiative.

Me (OOC): *critfail*

DM to me: You fail to notice her grab a whip from her throne as she steps towards you.

The rest of the party, meanwhile, comes up with a plan to con Meb by disguising Paladin’s horse as the beautiful cow. In the morning, McCooly (the dude with the cow) would feign loss and run away with the real cow, giving the horse to Meb as per the feud contract. I, however, was getting laid, so I missed all of this.

DM: It is morning! Cocka-doodle-doo! The cow says "Moo!” McCooly is waiting in his usual spot just between his ranch and Meb’s camp. Mae, you wake up very sore but strangely refreshed.

Me: Welp, time to take care of this job. (OOC): Doot doot doot. I head out to where McCooly is.

DM: He charges you with a very predictable path at a very slow speed, and winks at you. Initiative.

Me: *+2 Initiative, +3 Block*

DM: You successfully block. He says “Oh no, you are so fast! How did you ever see my attack coming?”

Me (OOC): I punch him right in the face with Storm Fist. *Rolls +2 for contact and +5 for damage, fail the stun chance, but land the cooldown reset*

DM: He looks at you funny and whispers at you “What are you doing, you’re supposed to go easy!” He then swings his spear at you again. It is very easy to read.

Me (OOC): *+1 Initiative* I notice, and +2 Block.

DM: You block again, and he says “Well, I guess I don’t have to hold back either.” He’s trying to shiv you with the spear. Initiative.

Me (OOC): *Same rolls as lats time.*

DM: You do NOT block, and you get shivved for 7 damage.

Me (OOC): That’s 3 after armor, I take it as HP. My turn?

DM: Yes.

Me (OOC): I’m going to poke him right under the jaw in that soft spot between the bone.

DM: I guess that counts as Bare Knuckle. Roll.

Me: *connects and does 5 damage* And now, I spend a fate chip to instantly reset the cooldown of Fist of Havoc, and I’m Smashing. *rolls 36 damage*

DM: …aw… why? You killed McCooly. He’s like, the coolest NPC ever, man.

Me (OOC): Afterwards I roll First Aid to keep him from being completely dead.

DM: So after he wakes up, he shakes your hand and compliments your strength, and hands you 90 gold to split between the three of you. He then takes the fake cow over to Meb and hands it over. Meb then tosses you an additional 90 gold to split, and blows a kiss at Mae.

anonymous asked:

In Modern Glasgow, Jamie and Claire go see Joe about their troubles conceiving a child. Could we see a few moments that led up to that decision and how they supported each other since they both want children so badly?

Modern Glasgow AU

“Claire! There you are!”

Claire Fraser looked up from her medical journal, perched at one corner of the crusty table in the ER’s dimly lit break room. “Dr. Abernathy?”

The kindly American doctor allowed the door to creakily swing shut, wiping his sweaty forehead on the back of his scrubs sleeve. “It’s a madhouse out there. I know you’re on a break, but would you mind pitching in?”

But Claire had already risen. “Of course – lead the way.”

It was spring – the first truly nice evening since the previous autumn – and, seemingly, an occasion for people to do whatever they did that landed them in the emergency room. Claire was just finishing up her second year of medical school, and had been lucky to land an internship in the emergency room at one of Glasgow’s leading hospitals. Learning the art of triage.

Dr. Joe Abernathy was on a long-term exchange from Boston – his specialty being OB/GYN – but on a night like tonight, everyone and anyone with advanced medical training seemed to be needed.

“What have you done tonight? I thought it was your anniversary?”

Joe quietly laughed and shook his head as they walked down the hall together – quickly darting around the nurses and orderlies. “Well it was – still is, I guess. But I somehow had a gut feeling that things would be crazy around here tonight – it’s the first full moon of the spring, after all. And it’s fun to be doing sutures and setting broken bones – God knows I haven’t done that for a while!”

By now they’d reached the nexus of the ER – overflowing with half-drunk men bleeding from various places on their bodies, mothers clutching wailing children, and a smattering of elderly people.

Nurse Murdina Bug – who reminded her so much of Mrs. Fitz – appeared at her elbow, clutching a stack of clipboards. Deftly she handed one to Claire and nudged her and Joe toward a small area to the side of the waiting room, where patients waited amid partitions separated by thin curtains.

“Here ye are – I thought this woman would be perfect for ye, Claire. She’s seven months pregnant – complaining of cramps and bleeding. Dr. Abernathy – ye can lead, but I’d like Claire to observe?”

“Of course,” he smiled at the red-cheeked nurse who always had a kind word and smile. “Lead on.”

Claire glanced down at the chart, and Murdina pulled back the curtain, and then she and Joe met Amy Higgins.

“Good evening, Mrs. Higgins – Mr. Higgins,” Joe greeted the nervous-looking couple. Amy sat up straight against the headboard of the bed, tracing the large curve of her belly – her husband stood right next to her, face ashen with worry.

“Hello,” they said softly.

“I’m Dr. Abernathy and this is Claire – she’s a second year medical student and one of the finest I’ve ever seen, if I may say so. You’ll be in good hands with us. Now tell me – what seems to be the problem?”

Claire thanked God yet another time that she had found an internship so close to her and Jamie’s flat – just a fifteen minute walk and she could be home. And after pulling a double shift, full of blood and broken bones and screaming children and just a little bit of heartbreak – she wanted to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine, drink a restorative cup of tea, shower, and go to bed with Jamie – in that order.

*Be home soon,* she texted him as she turned onto the main avenue about five minutes from home.

*Waiting for u mnd,* he replied immediately, followed by ten heart emojis.

How he always brought a smile to her face. A smile which he kissed with such sweetness when she finally strode through their front door, and he swept her into his arms, and time stood still.

“Have you been drinking?” she whispered against his lips a bit later, after he had set her down on the edge of their kitchen table.

“Aye,” he breathed, kissing the tip of her nose. “We got word a bit after noon – Scarlett went into labor this morning. The bairn came around two – so Rupert’s got three now, in less than three years. Can ye believe it?”

And then a most profound feeling of fear and regret – and shame – surged through her heart.

Of course Jamie felt the change in her. He reached down to take her clammy, trembling hands in his.

Her pulse picked up – rapid breaths in and out. Vision blurring.

“Claire?” he whispered. “*Mo graidh* - ye’re scaring me. Did something happen today?”

“I’m having a panic attack,” she observed – voice absolutely detached. She closed her eyes as the room began to spin.

Her senses sharpened – and she heard Jamie swallow.

“Claire? Claire – what can I do?”

Slowly she looked down at their joint hands – distractedly admiring how the J tattooed just inside her right thumb perfectly lined up with the C tattooed just inside his left thumb.

“It’s what *I* can do – or, rather, *can’t* do,” she said, so quiet. Lost.

Jamie gently cupped her flushed cheek with one of his hands, tilting her chin so that his eyes met hers. Waiting.

“How come I can’t get pregnant, Jamie?”

He physically reeled back. Shocked.

“What?” he croaked. “What – what do ye mean? These things take time – ”

“We’ve been married almost two years. We’ve *never* used protection. And I’m still not pregnant.”

Now he stepped a bit closer – eyes still locked on hers. “Aye. So?”

Tears welled.

Where was this fear and pain and sorrow coming from?

“We’ve made love a thousand times, Jamie – but never conceived. Statistically that’s – that’s terrible. Beyond terrible.”

He pursed his lips, and swallowed. “What are ye saying?”

“I’m saying that I don’t think I can get pregnant. If I haven’t already – I’m not going to.”

Now his eyes narrowed – and color flared on his own cheeks.

“How *dare* ye say that?” His voice rose – not in anger, but in emphasis. “Are ye giving up, then? Giving up on our dream of a family – of a house full of children?”

“I’m surrounded by women who get pregnant as easily as sneezing – I treated a woman today who has been married for three years and is pregnant for the second time. Rupert and Scarlett met not too long before we did, and she’s been pregnant non-stop since they married.” She closed her eyes, chest heaving with feeling. “Why can’t that be me? How come I can’t do that?”

Jamie leaned and wrapped his arms around her so tight. She buried her face in his shoulder, and all of a sudden let out a sob that shuddered through her entire body.

“Sshh,” he soothed. “Sshh. My love – my heart. Let me comfort ye.”

And she clung to him, mourning the life she didn’t have – and feared she would never have with him, this incredible man who deserved so much more than she felt she could give him.

Sometime later he carried her to their bedroom and helped her shed her sweaty scrubs. They burrowed under their plaid quilt, naked, but not wanting to make love – just craving skin-on-skin intimacy. Oneness.

“I want so, so badly to give you children,” she whispered after a while. “And I’m so afraid that I won’t be able to.”

“We can always adopt,” he replied softly, thumb tracing the contour of her hip, dipping into the hollow of her navel. “There are so many needy children in this world – we could give one a proper home.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Of course. But – but it is selfish to say that I want a child that’s part you and part me? That I want our lovemaking to create a product of our love? That I want to grow and shelter a child inside me? That – that I want to make love when I’m pregnant? And – and that I want to feed you, so close to my heart?”

His thumb skimmed up her side to swirl around one areola, watching in fascination as her nipple puckered.

“Those arena selfish things,” he said after a while. “Lord knows I want to see you pregnant – show it to the world. Have a daughter that looks like ye, or a son that looks like me.”

He shifted his hips a bit closer toward hers, tracing his hand down her side and then cupping her lovely round arse, anchoring her to him.

“Are ye telling me ye’ve given up on that dream?”

She jerked her hips against his, seeking friction.

“I want you inside me,” she pleaded.

He stilled her against him. “No, *mo nighean donn* - no. Not now. We need to talk about this.”

She closed her eyes. He watched her – would keep watching her for as long as it took.

“No – no. I haven’t given up. But I don’t think we can do it on our own.”

He pressed his thumbnail into the sensitive flesh of her lower back. “All right – so what do we do?”

“I’ll ask Joe. We should both meet with him – he’d give us an honest answer. And then we’ll know.”

He leaned in for a long kiss. Full of strength, and promise.

“I love you,” he breathed against her lips. “I will love you until the day I die. No matter if we have no bairns or adopt fifteen or you carry a few of our own. I have *you,* Claire. That’s the most important.

“I so, so want a family with you,” she whispered. “I want what I didn’t have.”

“So we shall make one together.” Gently he eased onto his back, letting her straddle him. “Full of so much love that we won’t know what to do with it all.”

She leaned over to kiss him. “I love you, Jamie. I – it just keeps growing. I can’t believe how much I love you. How lucky I am to have you.”

He nudged up a bit. “God blessed me with you – and God will bless us with children. He may just need a bit of help from your friend.”

She reached down between them, stroked her thumb back and forth to prepare him, and took him inside. They both gasped. Yet she held still.

“You astound me,” she whispered. “In everything. Always.”

“It’s because I love you. How could it not be so?”

Impatient, he rolled his hips. Helped her take power in that moment – so that she could take power in the days and weeks to come.

And prayed that their firstborn would have her eyes.

Breathing

Imagine~ Kai getting into bed with you when he can’t sleep in the prison world.

Everything was peaceful in the world, especially when there were only two people to disturb the night. And one of them happened to be in a deep sleep, drifting off slowly into dream world. 

The other however was struggling, tossing and turning; a thin layer of sweat coating his body. Memories which he had suppressed fighting their way to the surface. 

He jolted awake, looking for any form of comfort in his distress but only to realize he would only have to go a few rooms to his left. 

Kai lifted himself off the bed, his thoughts fighting each other in his own mind. Right now he needed something to put them all at rest and she was only a few moments away. 

The small pitter patter of his feet gradually grew nearer to where you were sleeping, peacefully with nothing to disturb you. Or at least so you’d thought. 

The wooden door creaked open, Kai trying to keep it quiet in attempts to not disturb your slumber. His eyes landed on you and he could immediately feel his thoughts begin to ease. 

Gradually, he walked towards you, his eyes not leaving you once. At the sight, his thoughts seemed to slip back into the darkest parts of his brain however some remained at the surface, only to be suppressed when a thought more important entered his mind. 

The soft comforter coated your body, only allowing Kai to see your face but he didn’t mind seeing as it was all he needed to see to help put his mind to rest. 

He slowly lifted up the duvet, showing your arm which was lying limply at your side. He pulled it up slowly, replacing your arm with himself before placing your arm against his torso. 

He could hear your slow breathing and he chose to focus onto it, his thoughts slowly subsiding. You stirred lightly in your sleep, feeling a warmth which didn’t belong to you so could only belong to one other person. 

“Kai?” you breathed, still in your sleepy state. Your eyes fluttered open to be met with the sight of Kai Parker, exactly who you’d imagined it to be. 

He glanced down at you, upset that his attempts to keep you asleep had failed. “Go back to sleep.” he whispered, not confessing to what he was doing in your bed so late in the night. 

Curiously, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows so you were eye level with the siphoner. Your eyelids drooped over half your eyes but you could see him clearly. 

Dark circles rimmed his eyes and a layer of sweat glazed his forehead. Your eyes burned into him, waiting for answers he wasn’t willing to give. 

“What’s up?” you rasped knowing Kai wasn’t going to speak up without a push. His eyes met yours and it was only then you’d realized how red they were, it was as if he’d been crying. 

“Couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” he replied with a small smile. Your voice, even in it’s most distant form, made Kai feel secure in himself and that’s all he really needed right now. 

In an attempt to help you go back to sleep, Kai sunk himself into your warm bed. He lay on his side, making sure to leave plenty of room for you. 

You followed his actions, pressing your head against his arm which was lying loosely across the bed. 

The room was silent, the only sound filling the air being the sound of you both breathing. Kai’s heart, which had been beating like a hummingbird, was now beating slowly as his mind focused on her breathing once again. 

His glance remained on you even as your eyes fluttered to a close. The warmth of his figure radiating onto you. 

As your breathing became slower so did his, and with that you both drifted off into a deep sleep. 

3

“There’s a million ways to write, but the way I always used to write was with John and it would be across from each other, either in a hotel bedroom on the twin beds, with an acoustic guitar and we’re just looking at each other. He’d make up something, I’d make up something and we’d just spin off each other. The nice thing for me, I’ve said it a million times, but it’s always my big memory, is seeing John there, him being right-handed, me being left-handed, it felt to me like I was looking in a mirror.

“But it was a great way to work and because we were kids together, and we’d known each other since our teenage years, we’d developed a way of working that would be one of would start an idea, and the other one would spin off it. 

“[…] I know I can never have a better collaborator than John. That is just a fact. It’s inescapable. So I don’t try and escape it. I just know there’s no way I can find someone now who’s going write better stuff with me than I wrote with John.”

[Paul, BBC Radio 6 Music, 23rd March 2017]


Pics: Paul and John composing in the front room of 20 Forthlin Road, c. October 1962. Legend says they’re writing I Saw Her Standing There. Photos by Mike McCartney.

anonymous asked:

Jen and Colin's answers at the con have helped a lot with my nervousness. I knew that CS would be fine before, but they didn't seem to place a huge emphasis on this secret and how it'll impact the relationship temporarily or otherwise. Even Jen was talking about the engagement being fun!! How did you feel about everything you heard them say?

The news out of yesterday’s panels made me do a little happy dance in my seat. There’s no need to fear what’s coming or look for one piece of good news to cling to. There is a flood of good things coming our way.

At the risk of sounding repetitive–this is an EPIC love story. And those get epic love story treatment.

These are two characters who love, trust, and respect each other. They believe in each other as individuals and themselves as a couple. They are two strong individuals who are even stronger together. 

And maybe the most important thing they’ve both learned along the way is giving yourself over to another person mind, body and soul doesn’t make you weaker–it makes you stronger.

We’ve seen them each wrestle with that concept over the past couple of seasons. We’ve seen hearts open and walls come down. We’ve watched them become an epic couple.

And now we’re about to see the results of that.

Take two people who share an epic love–throw a few obstacles at them–and watch what happens.

Seriously–watch.

Because it’s gonna be AMAZING!!!!

anonymous asked:

What is it like to care for someone who has taken their own life?

It’s incredibly powerful and humbling. I always get really introspective when I receive a suicide case, especially when they’re in my own age group or remind me of my own family and friends. Unintentionally, I tend to subconsciously try to get to know the person and imagine what things would be like if we would have known each other. I create a stronger bond with these people and their families more so than any other case. It invokes a deeper nurturing response from me for some reason.

Suicide may seem selfish and it does leave many hurt in its wake, but we don’t all experience life the same way. I could never place judgement on anyone wishing to move on. I always hope that they found what they were looking for in the end.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I hope you're having a good day. I was wondering, would you mind talking about wolfstar and what made you interested in the pairing/what do you like about them? I've never thought about them as anything more than friends but I've been seeing a lot about them on my dash lately and I'm very intrigued, and I always love when you talk about drarry and share your thoughts with us, you have a really great way with words. <3

You’re too nice, thank you! 
I’ve liked Wolfstar from the very beginning actually, i thought they were really obvious when i was reading the books. They were always mentioned together, always touching each other in some way, always looking at each other (the famous 40 line stare!), they gave joint christmas presents, they bickered like an old married couple, they stayed together when Sirius had to lay low, and it was clear they had deep affection and respect for one another. It took Remus only a second with Sirius to figure out a “truth” he’d been believing for 12 years was a lie. Same with Sirius, even when he was furious, he listened to Remus and backed down. I feel like they’ve learned the hard way what lack of communication could cost them, you know?
I’ve also always felt like those two complemented each other really well. Sirius is wild and reckless where Remus is calculating and calm. Remus is a good anchor for Sirius to keep himself in check, while Sirius is a reassurance for Remus to let go and enjoy himself. Remus’ warm and caring nature is also something Sirius needs, he’s so driven by and controlled by his emotions that he needs a moment of peace to ease his soul. Sirius being emotionally driven is actually very good for Remus, because when Sirius loves he loves fiercely, he’s loyal to his core. Remus needs that kind of love because he’s very prone to having self-loathing and doubting feelings. They aren’t all that different though! They’re also both people who value friendship before all else. They’re both a little broken, enough to understand and help each other. They’re both mischievous and playful, enough to have fun together. They do things differently but they’re motivated by similar stuff when it gets down to it. I just feel like they connect so well together. Even their names are so poetically compatible! There’s a little bit of everything in their relationship; friendship, love, fun, warmth, angst, pain, reunion, forgiveness. Whatever you’re in the mood for, they have it.

Honestly, I think Amedot did become canon in some form. Lauren did confirm that they were trying to write Peridot and Amethyst’s relationship as a first crush. And it was fairly obvious to me that Amethyst and Peridot do like each other. I do think they still like each other because every time they interact or look at each other or something, I do feel a romantic tension behind it. And it hasn’t been confirmed in the show yet, but still. Peridot and Amethyst liking each other does feel canon to me in some way.

thomasbarlow  asked:

Top 6 Flinthamilton moments

  1. The FOREHEAD TOUCHING. I could go on for days over how much I loved that moment between them (seriously I could, ask @figmentof, they had to put up with it) 
  2. The kiss, how both looked nervous and wary and then just melted into each other, how Thomas smiled a little before going in for the second kiss.
  3. Thomas’s look of sheer joy and relief when he set eyes on James for the first time in several months.
  4. Thomas’s face softening for no reason at all considering he is just asking James to talk him out of a Bad Idea.
  5. Thomas’s “Oh the lieutenant doesn’t speak Spanish” and the way his eyes kept flicking back to James despite the fact he was talking to Miranda (also headcanon: Thomas was teaching James Spanish in that bedroom scene and he just said he loves James and that’s why James is turning around to look at him and Thomas stops reading to smile)
  6. “Everybody needs a partner” and James’s giggly response to that.
Jonerys problems.

That feeling when you have to move on with your work but all you think about is Jon and Dany. Like literally thinking about everything like —>

Their first meeting. How first time looking at each other will be? 

What will be the first think these two will notice about each other. 

Will it include smiles from Dany? Let’s be honest - Jon is too shy and moody to make a first move in any way. Dany is more dominant person. 

How palpable will be the tension between them, so every other person in the room with them or fans watching it can notice it. 

What will be their first love scene? Will it be gentle or wild, do they look to each other eyes before making sweet love?

Fighting against deadly army of Night King and White Walkers side by side. Watching each other fight and thinking “why do we have to meet in such a times?” 

Dany introducing Jon to dragons and Jon’s mind literally being blown away by these creatures. He often wished he had few of them while serving at the Wall. How helpful it would have been.

Dany and Jon talking about Targaryens Viserys and Aemon. Also about their lives experiences as young leaders. How lonely job that really is.

Just bring on that damn season 7, so we all can find out about it.

All I want is to reach over and feel her next to me.
My fingertips crave the softness of her skin
Just as much as they itch for my pen and paper,
I want to feel her warm breath
Greet my cheek as she smiles teasing me with her lips-
The crimson red that begs to be kissed,
I crave the softness of her tongue slowly sliding against mine,
I miss her seductive lower lip nibbles
As her hands explore the rest of my body.
I miss the way she smiles into our kiss
When she knows she has won full control over me,
She gives me those eyes-
Hungry, yet filled with so much desire and craving-
Just the way she looks at me,
I can feel how much she wants me and how much I want her;
We’re lost in each other, filled with such a primal desire.
I crave every inch of her,
Yet somehow in all the desire,
I crave her in the most genuine way-
One that’s too difficult to describe in words
I just know when I’m not with her,
Something’s always missing
My body aches
And my heart hangs like the way a willow tree
Drapes over a cold bitter pond in sadness,
I crave her in my bones,
She’s created a home there,
And I know I never want her to leave

anonymous asked:

I'm curious about your opinion on the EA Funds. Wouldn't you like more resources dedicated to charities like Tostan and research transparency/quality initiatives? What could be currently the strongest argument against EA? I would probably point out to the difficulties in defining "effectiveness" and the game-theoretic principle of reciprocity in moral considerations (eigenaltruism).

I am very happy there is some research being done into what charities are most effective. I’m not sure how valuable the marginal dollar / hour-of-smart-person’s time is to determining charity effectiveness right now.

My guess is that insofar as it’s valuable, it’s valuable in a centralized/coordinated way. That is, if I look into charities, and you look into charities, and twenty other people look into charities on their own, we’re partly duplicating each other’s work and coming up with non-intercomparable estimates. I would rather just fund GiveWell and OpenPhil really hard than come up with some sort of distributed charity-evaluating community thing (though probably we need a *few* independents to act as gadflies and make sure the centralized people don’t become too complacent)

If by “the EA funds” you mean the funds where everyone pools their money and then one person is randomly selected to work hard to figure out what’s the best thing to do with it, I’m not too clear on why that’s better than giving to GiveWell, who are already working hard to figure out the best thing to do with money.

The strongest argument against EA is that politics is so much more effective than everything else that everything else shouldn’t even register. A 1% chance of making Congress do something slightly different on foreign aid might matter more than all the bed nets in Zanzibar.

(this is ignoring complicated moral arguments that kind of reduce to Pascal’s Wager and get so confusing that “just be nice to your family and try not to think about morality more than that or else bad things will happen” is a reasonable alternative)

I don’t get it anymore.
The reason why I got so into ghost wasn’t just because of the band itself but because of the fandom before all the drama hit everyone was so kind and caring of one another, I truly felt at home with you Guys and then all of a sudden just the drama hit, rumors spread and it all turned into chaos. It really breaks my heart to see people go against each other and choosing sides, it shouldn’t have to be this way at all, and all I want is for everything to go back to normal but I know that’s too late. People are just going to tell me to unfollow the pages that keep posting negativity but it so hard to unfollow people who made me want to start a ghost fanpage/account. I looked up to most of these ghost accounts and it just sucks really and I know I’m not the only person who feels this way. I just hope everything goes back to normal and we can all just get along again..

Leap Of Faith - Twenty Five

“But I’m not coming back to Lux either.”

Seph’s parents looked at each other, communicating with their eyes. Finally, it was her mother who addressed her.

“Then you’ll no longer benefit from your trust fund. We meant what we said Seph.”

Spencer squeezed Persephone’s knee again, willing her to continue despite the tears she could feel building.

Seph looked at her parents, their stoney faces set.

“Thats fine. I’ll cope without it one way or another. I’m going to do this,” her voice shook slightly.

“How exactly? You didn’t follow this through when you left university and wanted to do it the first time. The threat of being left without our money had you reporting for work almost immediately. And this time, it seemed like you were making progress. Until you threw that progress away by not going to those meetings and staying in bed for however many months it was.” James fixed Seph with a cool stare, sipping his tea.

“I didn’t throw anything away. My best friend died and I was going through some things. Things I’m still going through.”

Seph couldn’t believe how cold and callous her father sounded.

“The world doesn’t stop turning because someone dies, Persephone. Life goes on. And if you want to make something out of yourself then you have to push through tragedies. You didn’t see Alexandra’s father losing his business did you?”

“No but that was because he had people to carry on for him.”

“So did you. Do you know Helen actually handed in her notice to help you out before. She came begging for her job back though after you refused to answer her calls for four weeks.”

She had?

Seph didn’t know that.

“You had someone willing to help you, someone that was wiling to give up their job because they believed in you. We would have helped you,” James told her.

“No you wouldn’t. You refused when I asked for an extension.”

“Only because you left it until five weeks before the deadline after doing nothing for months. I sound harsh Sephie, but if you want to succeed in business, you have to be able to push through when bad things happen and not hide away from the world like you did. We loved Alex too you know. But if everyone who had loved her gave up, there’d be a lot of companies going into administration about now. You aren’t cut out for working for yourself.”

Seph closed her eyes, blinking back tears.

“Yes. I. Am!” she choked out through gritted teeth.

“You’re really not,” Rhea told her, her voice pitiful.

“YES I AM! ” Persephone shouted, causing Spencer to jump.

“I AM cut out for this. And I WILL do this. I don’t need your help, your money. Not anymore. I have a good brand and good friends that want to help me and want me to succeed. I may have hidden away, you’re right. Because I was down. I was depressed that my best friend, the person that always encouraged me when you two wouldn’t, had died. It’s natural. But I’m working on that now, I’ve been to see a therapist. And I’m working on my business. In fact, thanks to Spencer here, I have a Hollywood actress wearing my clothes to a red carpet event this evening. I don’t need your trust fund and I don’t need Lux. If this fails, I’ll…. I’ll get a job cleaning toilets to fund my life. I’ll sell everything I own and set up a market stall selling my designs there. I’m good at this and I WILL make a career out of this.”

Seph pushed her chair back ready to walk out when she saw her parents raise their hands and begin to applaud.

What?

What the actual fuck?

They grinned at each other as Seph and Spencer both stared in confusion.

“Sit back down Sephie,” James told her.

Still in shock by their actions she did exactly what he asked.

“THAT is what I wanted to hear from. That’s what I wanted to hear when you were twenty two years old. That you didn’t need our money and that you would do it by yourself, like your great grandfather did. His parents told him that he wouldn’t be successful and he proved them so very wrong.”

“But…. You….. You told me I’d fail?”

“Only to make you want it more Persephone. Business is ruthless, you had to learn that. But each time you’ve faced hurdles, you’ve backed down and taken the easy option out. You’ve hidden away. You can’t do that in the real world. If you came back to Lux it would have proven that you didn’t really want it, or that you weren’t cut out for it. I know we sounded uncaring and harsh but it was only to make you see how much you wanted it. That fire, that passion you just showed. That’s true Bella-Morte fuel. True passion. You showed that you believe in yourself. That’s what will make you successful. Self belief.”

So all these years, all the guilt trips…. This had been about tough love?

Did they not fucking realise how damaging this had been to her? How much this issue had haunted her.

What the hell!

She’d nearly killed herself over this. Well, this and just a few other issues…

But… How could they have known really? When she put up such a front around everyone else. Seph had never told them how they were making her feel. If she had, would they have continued with their tirade of guilt trips and threats to cut her off?

Persephone looked between them, their faces beaming with pride.

No, she realised. They wouldn’t have. Because they DID love her. They just didn’t know what was happening inside her head. All of the many many things that had been whirling in her brain, Seph allowing each tiny thought and feeling to eat away at her.

This wasn’t their fault. It was just their way.

“Excuse me. I erm… Need to go to the bathroom.”

Persephone pushed away from the table and ran off to the nearest bathroom, barely shutting the door before someone knocked on it.

She hauled it open, knowing it would be Spencer. It was, and she fell into his embrace, emotions taking over.

She didn’t cry this time, just rested her face on his chest as he stroked her back whilst she collected herself.

After a few minutes Seph pulled away, looking at him.

“They aren’t disappointed in me?”

“Apparently not. They just seem to be fans of the tough love way of teaching.”

“I nearly…. ” Seph couldn’t say those words.

“Yes, but not just because of this Seph. You told me it was a number of issues that had caused you to feel that way. Yes, they didn’t help. But they didn’t know how it was affecting you did they?” he soothed.

“No. And if I tell them, it will break them.”

Knowing that their actions, however helpful they thought they’d been, had added to their only daughters near suicide attempt would tear them apart.

“Yes it will. So come back to the table and tell them about your plans. Tell them about Lila and show them the website that Helen and Penelope have created. Show them how much you’re fighting for this and tell them your business plans.”

Persephone nodded and let him lead her back to the table, her parents looking at her concerned.

Sitting back down, Seph plastered a grin onto her face.

“Do you want to see my website? Spencer and his friend set it up for me ready for later,” she asked them, suddenly feeling shy.

“Yes, we do. And erm… Should we be expecting Helen’s resignation again anytime soon,” James father asked her, standing up to get his tablet computer from the coffee table. He was never too far away from it.

“I hope so Daddy. I hope so.”

He handed Seph the tablet, bending down and planting a kiss on the top of her head.

“Good. Because I won’t accept a retraction this time. Not without a full explanation from you, okay.”

“Okay. ”

On Black Sails 4x09 (spoilers ahead)

So the episode was a lot different than I expected. I don’t think I disliked it, per say, it was a good episode in itself, but there are a lot of reasons it deserves critique, a lot of which have to do with timing, given that this was the series’ penultimate episode.

First of all, I feel like the writers/cast kind of over-hyped the whole bit about Silver’s past, which led us to look for something where they ended up giving us nothing. No past, no reveal. The scenes about Silver’s past would have felt a lot more justified and like less of a let-down if they had been billed as “examining the different philosophies of these two men who depend on each other so much” rather than “a reveal about Silver’s past”. Because, really, what it was and what the writers seem to have meant it to be, was introspection on the way that Silver’s past doesn’t form him while Flint’s history is the entire core of who he is now.

Don’t get me wrong; I loved the flashback scenes. Emotional availability!! Proper technical sword fighting for like the first time. Laughing and joking! They were a lot of fun, and I can easily see how this episode meant to use the scenes to highlight the emotional stakes of Flint and Silver finally fighting against one another in the present (whether these emotional stakes succeeded, I’ll get to later).

All in all, I think the main failing of this episode was that it didn’t feel like a penultimate episode. 4x09 ended up feeling like a filler episode rather than any kind of actual set-up for the finale of the entire series. The trouble is that this episode ultimately did not move the plot along or resolve anything, and it definitely didn’t set us up for an incredibly important finale to an entire series. If anything, the plot regressed to where we were ~2 episodes ago: Flint and Silver need to work together, even though their relationship may be tense, and they need to get Madi away from Rogers. The entire “rift between Silver and Flint” arc may as well not have happened at all, because now we’re right back to where we were before all of that, and it was the only thing that was solved this episode, if solved is what you can even call their relationship at this point.

Here’s a list of things that weren’t solved this episode that really should have been: Madi is still held captive, exactly where she was two episodes ago. Rackham hasn’t even reached Skeleton Island yet, much less become either a source of aid or an obstacle. Rogers barely made a move. We have no idea what’s going on in Nassau, and no moves were made towards getting back there in time for a war that will decide the its fate. At least the cache is buried, I guess. But ultimately, literally nothing was resolved. We haven’t set the pawns in place for the promised war to take Nassau once and for all, and none of our main characters are even anywhere near the place. Perhaps the only scene that yielded anything new or important was the scene between Rogers and Madi, where we see he’s been trying to make a play, and we learn that, ultimately, the war is the most important thing to Madi, regardless of who she loses.

The emotional stakes for Flint and Silver, like I mentioned, were certainly meant to be high. In flashbacks, Flint teaches Silver to swordfighting, and Silver notes that what Flint is really teaching him is “how to defeat you”. It makes sense that this is contrasted to the present, wherein Silver and Flint do have to fight one another. It’s a good device, but it isn’t done justice here in the end. Silver’s reasons for fighting Flint are a lot more muddled than at the end of last episode - the cache is in the ground, Silver can’t get it back either way. They can’t fight Rogers or save Madi alone, and Flint so much as says that them fighting right now isn’t going to solve anything, yet Silver still draws his sword. Furthermore, despite all the lead-up, we never get to see who would’ve won. I would have much preferred a scene where, after all their training, and all the times Flint’s beat him, Silver finally manages to get Flint in a position to kill him, and finds he doesn’t want to strike the killing blow. Then they’re interrupted by the Walrus.

An episode such as this feels like it should, in all rights, fit mid-season in a show, a calm before the storm kind of place, before it all escalates and everything moves into place for a finale. Yes, we got a lot of character, but we didn’t get enough proper plot, and with so many threads, we really, really needed to get moving. If this episode had been somewhere mid-season (would have been an awesome mid-season finale!), we’d have enough time to raise momentum and set up for the rest. As it stands, there’s so much more that needs to be explored before this show can be over, but we only have one episode left. Once again: Madi needs get back to Flint and Silver, Rackham needs to show up somewhere, we need to get back to Nassau. The thread of the revolution and all the men willing to fight with them has just been dropped, like seriously, what are all those guys up to now? Why did Julius feel like he was gonna have a bigger part to play? What’s going to happen with Anne and Max and Grandma Guthrie now that the plan’s off (especially given that Jack doesn’t know it’s off and may still be planning to kill Flint)? What about that mention of Thomas from a couple episodes ago?  And then there are the emotional consequences we don’t have time to examine like we really should have - Madi’s willingness to let Silver die for the war being the primary one in this case. This scene, like I said, was probably the strongest and most interesting, and it definitely feels like there should be some sort of conversation/confrontation/consequences coming from the fact that Madi would choose the war over Silver when he would choose her. Again, if this episode were mid-season, we’d have gotten the time to examine that, but here we are, one episode away from the end, and we haven’t got time. I have no idea how we’re going to get all the resolutions we need by next week.

At the beginning of this episode, we have two episodes left and a fuck-ton of plot threads to resolve. And instead, this episode decided to do absolutely none of that, and that’s why it failed.

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“I have so many things to tell you–”

((the airport reunion is still making me tear up, so I went and re-drew some screenshots to deal with the feelings))