Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday, and you aren’t about to
let that go unnoticed.
Word Count: 1,502
Warnings: None, I think
A/N: Just a quick thing for Steve’s birthday.
It kind of gushes cheese so prepare yourself. Also, just in case any of you
find political undertones in this (somehow), just know that my personal
political views are not necessarily presented here. ‘Merica.
“I need your help.”
Bucky looked up at you, eyebrows shooting up
toward his hairline in surprise. He was elbows deep in the day’s crossword
puzzle, working alone in the deserted kitchen.
“With what?” He asked. You sat in the chair
beside him, and he slid the puzzle out of the way to accommodate you.
@dixiedolittle asked: So, I feel like a prompt pig, but here’s another, please. Darcy. Insecurity. Thank you!
I… well, I tried to play out Darcy’s insecurity about her own self-worth across her interactions with the other Avengers. It got way out of hand, but I wanted something special in honor of the holidays, so… anyways, it’s a bit late for Christmas, but I hope you like it regardless!
Darcy’s crush on Steve is completely unreasonable, given how
he basically ignores her existence. Natasha takes it upon herself to intervene,
taking advantage of Christmas being right around the corner.
Or, it takes twelve people to ship it, and one more to make it
When Natasha first brought it up, Darcy laughed to hide the
stab of insecurity that ran through her gut.
“I barely know the guy, Nat,” she said, ducking her head to
hide her blush – there was no doubt the assassin knew about her not-so-secret
crush on Steve Rogers. “He’s nice, from what I know, but I don’t think we
She thought back to how he’d never meet her eyes, how he
made a point to leave a room if she entered it, how he stood as far away from
her as he could. She ignored how much it hurt to remember those things.
“Oh?” Natasha fixed her with a blank stare and a single,
arched eyebrow. “You’re going to be the only ones here for Christmas. You never know.”
“I’m serious.” Darcy smiled, but it felt like Natasha could
see right though her. “Happy single lady, right here.”
Natasha hummed, dropping the subject, but Darcy had the sinking
feeling that this was going to become a regular occurrence.
While mucking about on different game types on GTA:Online, my friends and I tweaked one and transformed a fairly run-of-the-mill tower defence into a harrowing experience.
The basic game mode, Siege Mentality, involves a lone player, with a full armoury at their disposal, defending a location for a few minutes against a whole team of opposing players armed with short-range weapons.
One map is an isolated, large farmhouse out in the sticks (familiar to those who have played the single player campaign). And it’s fine and fun and there are lots of nice vantage points in the form of first floor balconies.
But what if you change the time/weather settings pre-game to make it a dark and stormy night? What if the defender is limited to a pistol, and the attackers can only use knives? What if everyone is in restricted to first-person view?
Suddenly, there you are, cowering in a first-floor bathroom, listening to the faint sounds of footsteps creeping up the stairs, pistol trained on the door…only to see another masked murderer’s silhouette pass by the window, having shimmied up onto the roof. The tight, blind corners inside the house, the multiple entry points, the fact that the house is just naturally REALLY creepy… In the dozen or so games we’ve played, only one defender has survived until dawn.
Still haven’t caught the hang of the perspective and proportion but oh well, I’m not a professional. For those who are wondering, this is Belém Tower, a very important building in the defense of Lisbon in the past (500 years of age), however, it is also one of the most beautiful. A stroll by the Tejo, near this monument at sunset is breathtaking. You should try sometime! :3
Hi Mindset! So I had a question about ASOIAF. I'm really confused about all the things Tywin Lannister did to win/force the northern vassals' fealty to the crown, and how the Boltons betrayed Robb. Could you please clarify? Thank you!
To win/force the Northerners’ fealty to the crown, Tywin offered the usual carrot and stick – pardons and favors if they bent the knee, punishments if they did not. Punishments could range from attainder, to destruction of lands and castles, to the deaths of hostages. (Particularly those hostages taken at Duskendale or at the Red Wedding, such as Greatjon Umber, Harrion Karstark, and Wylis Manderly.) Favors could include lands and towers and villages and mills and rivers and such, taken from neighbors who did not submit as quickly.
Specifically to Roose Bolton, Tywin offered:
the office of Warden of the North, and the castle and lands of Winterfell (i.e. House Bolton becoming the great house to which all the other northern lords would owe fealty)
a royal decree of legitimacy for Ramsay Snow
“Arya Stark”, returned to the north to marry his son Ramsay
Note this offer was made well before the Red Wedding, as Roose mentioned that Arya had been found while dining with Jaime and Brienne. Also note Roose was certainly aware that the girl provided to him was not the real Arya, but he was willing to go along with it to make a public show of uniting the old great house with the new. (As propaganda to the smallfolk, and to the other northern houses.)
[Though one thing that’s not certain is whether Roose was aware Tywin planned for this arrangement to be only a temporary thing; that Bolton would clear out the ironborn and bring the northern lords to heel during the winter, but in the spring, as soon as Tyrion had a son with Sansa, they would be sent north with Tyrion as Lord Protector of Winterfell and father of the new lord Lannister-Stark. Probably bringing proof that “Arya” was actually Jeyne Poole, and that the marriage was a sham, etc. Oh, and also bringing a big army, bigger than whatever Bolton army had survived the winter.]
Some think Roose Bolton betrayed Robb from nearly day 1, by throwing the Battle on the Green Fork. (In which the greatest part of the losses went to the other Northern houses in the battle, not the forces of House Bolton.) But there he might have only been weakening his neighbors for his own profit, and note the deaths in that battle are what lead to the Hornwood crisis that Ramsay took advantage of. However, it is a fact that after Theon took Winterfell and reportedly killed Bran and Rickon, Roose decided the Stark cause was lost. That’s when he arranged the Battle of Duskendale, a deliberately useless attack on a useless target that wiped out a huge proportion of the Stark army (but not his own men, of course). That’s what left Robb so vulnerable that he needed the Freys again (and thus set up the Red Wedding), and also let the Bolton and Frey forces heavily outnumber the remaining northmen and rivermen at the Twins. (I highly recommend you ask @racefortheironthrone or @warsofasoiaf for details on Roose’s strategies for those two failed battles, as that kind of military stuff is very much their bailiwick and not mine.)
And of course, at the Red Wedding, the Bolton forces attacked the other northern men:
Lord Walder had ordered the slaughter of the Starks at Roslin’s wedding, but it had been Lame Lothar who had plotted it out with Roose Bolton, all the way down to which songs would be played.
One day, in an earthen hollow made by the roots of a fallen oak, they
came face to face with another survivor of the Twins. The badge on his
breast showed a pink maiden dancing in a swirl of silk, and he told them
he was Ser Marq Piper’s man; a bowman, though he’d lost his bow. His
left shoulder was all twisted and swollen where it met his arm; a blow
from a mace, he said, it had broken his shoulder and smashed his
chainmail deep into his flesh. “A northman, it was,” he wept. “His badge
was a bloody man, and he saw mine and made a jape, red man and pink
maiden, maybe they should get together. I drank to his Lord Bolton,
he drank to Ser Marq, and we drank together to Lord Edmure and Lady
Roslin and the King in the North. And then he killed me.” His eyes were
fever bright when he said that, and Arya could tell that it was true.
–ASOS, Arya XIII
and Roose Bolton personally killed Robb Stark.
A man in dark armor and a pale pink cloak spotted with blood stepped up to Robb. “Jaime Lannister sends his regards.” He thrust his longsword through her son’s heart, and twisted.