too many plotholes

JON: OMG, guys, GUYS.


JON: I just realised I forgot something. 

JORAH: What?



BERIC: Didn’t you go to Dragonstone to mine dragonglass in preparation for the war to come, as it has been proven to kill white walkers?


THOROS: So why did you not bring any back, perhaps at least whittling some arrowheads during the surprisingly swift boat journey north to Eastwatch, because I realise that swords might have taken a bit longer and you wouldn’t want to be unrealistic about it?


Things I need to see in Noblesse
  • Rai’s backstory, Frankenstein’s backstory, about their families, more details about their past. These guys are our protagonists and we don’t know much about their pasts.
  • The whole household spending more time together: going on a picnic, visiting an amusement park, having a beach vacation, etc. They’re all so precious and deserve all the happiness. Let them have happy moments as a true family after this arc.
  • More of Rai vs modern world: Rai discovering social media (we all know his Instagram, Facebook, Twitter would be showered with posts about rameyon), Rai in the karaoke, Rai in the cinema with popcorn and coke, Rai in the aqua park, Rai in the zoo, Rai driving a car for the first time (of course Franken would be next to him so he wouldn’t be directionally challenged), Rai in more casual outfits (I’m looking at you Franken, you need to take the guy shopping), Rai discovering emojis and spamming Franken with emoji texts.
  • In the future fights RK having fabulous fights from the start to the end without Rai/Franken interfering in their fights and dealing with things themselves. Let these guys shine too and show how strong they became. They have such a great potential. 
  • Bring Shinwoo & Co back. Those kids were pretty fun to have around. 
  • Muzaka visiting Frankenhouse to see how does his bestamigo live. NO but you don’t understand I have a need to see him in those pink slippers and pink apron doing Franken’s dishes. Of course doing the dishes is Franken’s ultimate revenge on Muzaka. 
  • Bad guys being very smart for a change (I count on you 1st Elder and Crombel). Please no more dumb villains with a catchphrase “how dare you???” 
  •  Raskreia fighting. I don’t remember when the last time I saw her in action. She’s The Lord, it doesn’t suit her to be just an audience. Let the girl do something.

I need to stop here, because if I’ll continue this wall of text will get longer.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: lexa was the only person who could ever truly understand clarke, she was the only person who never blamed clarke or made her apologize for something that wasn't her fault, but that was all ripped away just for "shock value" and a shitty ai plot with too many plotholes to count

We will never get a manga that have an amazing relationship like Ichigo and Rukia. Why?

Because it isn’t wishy-washy, cliche, or romantic relationship in any particular sense. There is no obsession, no flirtation, no intimate touches shared between them.
It’s just the way the look at each other. They don’t even have to use words to know what the other is thinking or feeling. Something that is so rarely seen in literature, it only comes once in a hundred years. They changed each other world. (I’m copied this comment from top 10 best anime couple. Sorry, I’m not good in english and this comment is what I felt about Ichiruki,). This is the kind of relationship I really adore, but, kubo ruined it. Yes, I’m still salty about this because not only ichiruki but with many plotholes!! All the characters doesn’t deserve that!!

IR read manga the wrong way? OH HELL NO!

*crying* I have so many feelings about Butch O’neal and Vishous, it’s htg a pain in my ass. I love and hate this bloody Series. WHY??? TTATT 



*sobbing* I love these two stupid men so much, damnit!!

Sansa to Brienne, Season 6: Don’t let me forget to tell Jon that Arya is alive.

Brienne: Of course, my lady. If not, I could tell him myself - here he is now!


Sansa to Brienne: Who was it again you saw him with?

Brienne: *shrugs* some big dude. I forget.

Podrick: *shakes head*


Theon to Jon on Dragonstone, Season 7: Oh, I should tell you. I didn’t kill Bran way back when. It was a couple of farm boys. You’d probably know that because Rickon was after all, alive. Maybe Sansa told you at some point!



Gendry to Jon, Season 7: Oh wait, I should tell you I hung out with Arya for quite a while.

Jon: Nah, don’t bother, mate. We’ve got shit to do. 


Ser Jorah to Jon, Season 7: I was just cured by a chap called Sam Tarly, you know. He was at the Night’s Watch just like you.



The Hound to Jon: I spent a year with your little sister, you know.



Bran to self, Season 7: I should really let someone know about Jon’s parentage. Probably Sansa and Arya so we can send a raven.

Jon: *puts fingers in ears from many miles away*

Not Another Song About Love -Rp

The sun rose slowly in the distance, peeking shyly at the small sleepy town and as if awaiting that signal, the inhabitants started to rise from their beds, adults yawning sleepily while pawing at their coffee machine, kids hiding under their covers as if that could possibly prolate avoid their mothers wake up call, and the occasional pet whining for breakfast.
Old Granny Lucy was already up on her balcony watering her peonies and roses while old Sandpaper napped on her lap. She waved cheerfully at her neighbor Mr.Collins, who was already busy fixing his always leaking roof - rumor has it that it was hunted by the previous owner of the house who drowned to his death, children often whispered among themselves- , the noise of constant hammering along with cheerful greetings waking up his other neighbors, the just wed couple who had finally moved out from their parents houses….to live on the house right across theirs.

Moments later, the Halstone family also rose from their sleep with the usual sound of angry bickering coming from the just wed couple’s house, accompanied by the sounds of a vase breaking - oh that was new!- and the fog barking. The parents hurriedly shushed their child as he questioned. ‘‘Daddy, what does‘slut’ and ‘cockhead’ mean,and why do the Revans always shout that at each other?’‘ But relief, at the least he wasn’t asking why Miss Revan was shouting ‘daddy’ last night when her dad clearly lived on the house right across hers.
Minutes later, said little boy joined his friends outside, the problems of his neighbors already forgotten in his childish, cheerful and blissfully ignorant mind. The streets were already full of children, hurrying as fast as they could in their neat movement-restricting clothes, as the priest didn’t appreciate tardiness and nobody was looking forward to having to recite another 10 full pages from the Bible as punishment.
But although tired, sleepy and still hiding their yawns behind polite hands, the little city began another wonderful and cheerful day.

Beep Beep Beep-!

The pile of shockingly neon pink and blue covers groaned pitifully, a pale hand crawling from underneath to sloppily slap the desk repeatedly, searching for the offending object that shrieked bloody hell at her so damn early in the morning. ‘‘Will you…just…shut…the…fuck..up?! The voice grumbled angrily, punctuating every word with a heavy slap on the desk’s surface, still missing the phone somehow.
Finally fed up with the infernal noise and far too awake now to fall asleep again, the girl kicked the sheets away from her, untangling herself from it’s sweet warm embrace to finally stand up and face the bearer of the screams from hell. The phone continued to vibrate and beep innocently on the desk, untouched by her blind attempts to shut it up.
Blowing a strand of hair away from her eyes, the girl narrowed her eyes at it. ‘‘You’re oh so goddamn lucky that I actually need you, otherwise you’d be swimming in the toilet.’‘ She hissed grumpily before slapping the mute button, the room finally in silence. She threw one last longing glance at her bed, and finally letting out a long resigned sigh as she made her sleepy way into the bathroom.

Cora leaned against the sink, splashing cold water against her face as she stared at her reflection. The girl that stared back at her in the mirror could tell her several things already. One; her braid was half-done, striking bright coral strands sticking out in random angles around her head like a happy octopus. Two; she forgot to remove her eyeliner last night. That would be a bitch to take off. Three; perhaps staying up until 5am on the night before her first day of class wasn’t very smart. Or healthy. The dark circles underneath her eyes certainly weren’t a pleasant sight to wake up to, but hey, was she just supposed to stop and wait until the next day to find out what happened to Layla after she found Ophelia in the arms of another?
Ending was too rushed, too many plotholes, Ophelia doesn’t deserve Layla, but at the least that last sex scene was pretty rad, Cora thought with a sleepy grin, as she began the torturous task of brushing her bedhair. Three brush motions later, the object hung from her hair in a knot of pinkiness. Grumbling a curse, Jessia threw the brush aside and just hopped into the shower, grabbing the bottle of moisturizer and another hair knot-free shampoo.

Such beautiful hair, strong, smooth like silk, and oooo look how long it is! You know, the lads do love a girl with long hair, her grandma would proudly tell her every christmas dinner, as she braided her long black hair into two embarrassing braids. Grandma no longer came to christmas dinners. Not after she walked in with her precious waist long hair dyed into a bright fuchsia color - which eventually faded into a nicer peachy color. The reactions from her neighbors, teachers and classmates - lets not even mention her parents- were worth the pain of bleaching 60cm of hair for two hours, plus the tedious task of moisturizing it everyday before bed.

‘‘So.’‘ Clapping her hands together, Cora squinted her eyes at her closet with a dramatically malicious grin. ‘‘What would bother our dear neighbors the most in this fine morning? A ‘fuck boys, get money’ t-shirt, the purple one with the stripper, or hmmm the ‘killing witches with my bitches’?’’ She stroked the t-shirt lovingly. ‘’Ah, a classic.’’ Placing it back in the closet, she continued to rummage. ‘’Aaaaand lets not forget to cause a good impression on the newbies.’’ She muttered to herself almost in an afterthought, pursing her lips at the grey t-shirt with an upside down cross. A lot of snobby christian bitches would surely arrive with the new wave of students, right?
Putting on the cross shirt, she tied a flannel shirt around her waist - which would certainly drive her mum up the walls in exasperation ‘clothes are supposed to be worn on your body, not around your body!’ she’d snap several times, before eventually giving up as no matter how many flannels she took away from her, Cora somehow always came downstairs wearing another and a wider grin.

For a final touch, and just because she could,  she put a black cap on, ‘B.I.T.C.H’ spelled in glitter. Childish and immature? Definitely, but god was it worth to watch Miss Candice gap at her while frenetically kissing her cross as if the pink haired girl was satan itself making it’s way downtown to buy strawberry gum.
Plus, it’s not like I’m staying in this place for too long, she thought almost dreamily as she finished the wing from her eyeliner, why bother make a good impression to people that won’t even be part of her life in less than a handful of years. Satisfied with her appearance and looking good enough to get crucified and burned alive at the town’s church, Cora hopped downstairs to the kitchen.
‘‘Good morniiiiii…’’ She trailed off, eyes narrowing at the empty kitchen, a note on top of the kitchen counter. Figures.
Shrugging it off and not bothering sitting down to eat - why bother if there was nobody to eat with- she just held the sandwich in her mouth and picked up some juice from the fridge. Throwing one glance at the clock, Cora calculated that she had about ten minutes to reach the school - twenty if she took her bicycle- and after giving her cat a hurried scratch behind the ear, she sprinted to the garage.

It’s a beautiful day outside, the birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming.
What a beautiful day to piss off some people.

This show is so fucking stupid at this point. Mellie thinking her son’s death was justified or meaningful? Are you SERIOUS? Your son was murdered and you don’t care? Fitz is trying to get justice for your son, and you don’t care? Mellie, get the fuck out already!

Also, I called it last week. Olivia being worried about Jake,  and getting mad at Fitz. Also Fitz possibly hurting Joke and Olivia being mad at him. It happened and more will happen. Olivia will be angry, yell at Fitz, fuck Jake, tell him she loves him, fight for him blah blah blah. And Fitz is, yet again, the bad guy for hurting Jake right? Well, when you’re trying to figure out who KILLED your CHILD, things can get heated.

Also, for those bashing Fitz for the “I’m screwing your daughter.” Jake said it tonight, so there you go. 

Aaaand for the next episode, is Abby really judging Fitz for being with Olivia? Yeah, he’s married, but woman, you don’t know ANY of it, unless Olivia told you. But seriously, shut up. And it’s stupid because you’ll be mad at Fitz but you won’t be mad at Jake who threw your best friend up against the wall and CHOKED her, or for threatening th man you love? What the fuck is this show? It makes no fucking sense to me. Everything is to prop Joke up and to make him seem like a saint and forget about everything he has done wrong. If someone does something bad in connection with him in someway, they won’t mention him, but everyone will out Fitz. I’m just so tired of all of this.

And just this show in general that is making no sense to me anymore and it just seems so…pointless, boring, repetitive and stupid. The characters aren’t the same, the plots are stupid and pointless, too many plotholes and inconsistencies, favoring etc. I’m so tired of it and it will NEVER be the same. OPA, Olitz, all of the characters; they’re gone. This show has changed and will probably forever remain that way. What is this show supposed to be about anymore? What’s THE POINT?

Rant over.

chamomilekitten  asked:

Hey. I'm the artist from Ask Frisk and Company. I'm here because I don't understand one of your criticisms. "I have seen tons of things where you have to “turn your brain off” to enjoy it because logic is bad. For AFAC you must have to cut off life support completely." ...Can you please explain to me what in particular is so illogical about my comic? Can you provide examples of the instances where you have to "cut off life support completely" as you put it?

You mean besides the terrible OCs, crackships (God knows I’ve ripped Soriel to bits), and memes?

Like I have mentioned before. The blog got so cringy I stopped following. Occasionally I will see a page or two on my dash. I know you are using various timeline and dimension shenanigans (horribly might I add) and multiple versions of the same characters. (WAY too many plotholes and cringe.)

Everyone is so out of character and the plot is so random that it is no longer Undertale related. If it were all about original characters, I would probably be into it. But nope, you are ruining the good characters Toby Fox made. I know MANY people agree with me on these points. What you have created should not even be considered to be similar to Undertale in any fashion. As I have previously said, it had a promising start but it derailed itself fast. The writing is off and the logic is one of the worst I have seen in the fandom. (Seriously, Chara and Asriel are characters in it but you ship Soriel? Haha okay.)

I believe I have said enough. I sincerely hope you use actual logic in the future.