war-affected

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this is an invitation for you to expand on cassian andor's and mon mothma's relationship if you want

‘Relationship’ isn’t the right word. ‘Relationship’ implies something between them, the existence of ties beyond spy and senator, general and soldier, and that just isn’t true. (A pyromaniac has no relationship with the matches she tosses into the pool of accelerant. There’s no special love between between a weapon and the hand cradling the blaster.) Whatever they have lives in the negative space of what they are. ‘Relationship’ isn’t the word.

But then again, Cassian suspects matches don’t feel anything about the pyromaniac. Or about the fire, either.

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Technically, Cassian has a supervisor, the way that technically, the rebellion is a coalition of militarized terrorist cells undermining a democratically elected authority. (Namely, these things might be true, but they’re not exactly relevant. They’ve waded too far out into the storm to be discussing whether the water is cold.)

Still, Mothma likes to bring it up sometimes. Mostly when he sidles into her meetings, her office, her caf breaks, her—

“I’m fairly certain you are meant to report to General Draven, Captain Andor,” she says coolly after her rank and file have filed out, and he ducks his head, smiles. His smile is like a blaster-shot, brutal and unerring, carving bloody lines into where it lands. Mon Mothma is draped in stainless funerary white, she is a woman already wearing her shroud, but she let out an awful hiss of breath the first time Cassian Andor smiled at her. (It still aches.)

“And you, Senator Mothma?” he asks, his dark eyes fixed on her, already flaying her open, bloody. “Who do you report to?”

“All free peoples,” Mon answers with the practiced ease.

“I don’t think I know them,” Cassian says mildly, because Mon is good at nothing so much as finding these men, full of so much unrealized and violent strength; their sharp teeth, their bright determination, all masked beneath mildness. “You should introduce me, next time.”

“I shall,” Mon Mothma says, and then Cassian Andor is very close to her, smelling of the particular bitter chemical discharge of a blaster. “Do you doubt me?” she asks archly. (When she turns her head, her jugular is bared. Is this deliberate, or weakness?)

“Of course not,” Cassian Andor says. “To doubt you is to doubt the Rebellion.”

“That is not an answer,” Mon Mothma says sharply, but he is already gone, vanished from the space she commands. And then she is alone.

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There’s a very beautiful lie he tells sometimes, about how they met. That he was a boy with a flower in his hand, and she was a junior senator, very young and yet already grave, draped in purple. That he had made her smile.

The truth is that he burned her in Separatist effigy before he ever met her. Knew her name, and cursed it. When they did meet, she was still young but he was younger, rawboned and furious, just over the edge of youth into manhood. (It was strange to see her in the flesh at last; how small she was, standing there before him. 

They’d gotten her eyes wrong on the effigy, he thought.)

“War makes strange bedfellows,” are Senator Mon Mothma’s first words to Cassian Andor.

His first words to her are crude and unrepeatable. "Senator,” he tacks on after a long minute of silence.

“You do not have to like me,” Mon Mothma says, though the corner of her mouth quirks, and he knows then that she likes him. “You do not even have to speak to me, after this. What—will be asked of you, you do for the Rebellion. I do not enter into its calculus.”

Cassian Andor looks at her. Remembers flames.

“Done.”

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She kills him.

She kills him over and over, on a dozen, two dozen planets. Not herself, of course—he doesn’t think she’s ever actually held a blaster, regards them with thinly-veiled contempt whenever they enter into her line of sight, which means her mouth is always pinched in a thin, unpleasant line, as though to keep her lip from curling. But she authorizes Draven’s orders regarding his missions and that’s much the same. 

Cassian is a good soldier. (Has been, since—) He doesn’t take it personally.

“Your microexpressions indicate anger,” the Imperial droid they’ve saddled him with for this mission says, in the neutral, pleasant voice that drives Cassian mad. Gods spare him from kriffing droids.

“Do they,” he answers dryly, watching as Mon Mothma disappears into one of Yavin’s makeshift conference rooms. She does not look in his direction, though she only just signed the order to make him a killer.

Well. More of a killer.

“In fact, there is a ninety-four percent correlation between Senator Mothma entering your line of vision and—”

Cassian whips around to glare at the droid. (Kaytoo, to his credit, does not bring up this subject for discussion again.)

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She is still there, posture very straight and draped in white, whenever he returns. She is always there, standing or sitting at the head of the war-table, watching someone else speak her orders for her. (She doesn’t talk much. It’s an odd realization, when she looms so large in Cassian’s mind, when her voice, her commands, seem thick in the air on Yavin. But she lets others give orders, and Cassian isn’t certain how to feel about that.)

Once—exactly once—he comes across her falling asleep, her head tilted back against the cushion of the chair. It is just between shift-change, and so they are alone in the command center. Her face is older, asleep; she has lines at the corners of her pursed mouth, her shuttered eyes. Her copper hair is falling in her eyes.

He gets close enough to his breath stirs her hair, and he very gently touches her forehead, just with two fingertips.

Cassian doesn’t feel the knife until it is already between his ribs and twisting home. He drops to his knees, finding himself laughing despite himself. (He can feel the warmth of blood gathering thickly at the back of his throat.) He has the unique pleasure of watching Senator Mothma blanch, shoot to her feet and shout for a meddroid—

“Knife?” he rasps, as she drags in a ragged breath.

“Vibroblade,” she says dazedly, sounding more shellshocked than Cassian feels. She can’t stop staring at the hilt, sticking out of his chest. “We’re at war. No—traitor to the Empire would go unarmed. Even among friends.”

“And here I thought you were incapable of violence, Senator,” he says, grinning, and the grin is helpless too.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she breathes. Her eyes are wide and very pale, colorless fish-eyes, reflecting light when they flick to the door. The med staff rushes in, their noise almost eating up the next words: “I send sentients to their death every day.”

(When Cassian returns to the command center, still smelling of bacta and metal hands, Viceroy Organa stands at the head of the war table. “Chancellor Mothma has recused herself from duty, citing lack of sleep,” Organa says. “She’s—she regrets the harm her lack of judgment caused,” he adds, glancing at Cassian’s chest and then away.

Cassian is disappointed, for reasons he can’t quite name.)

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The first time—

She is thirty-four, and is sure she will die sooner rather than later. But then, she has known that since she stood up in the Senate chambers and called for a vote to remove the usurper snake from his Imperial throne.

(She had been alone, more alone than she had been before or since, and looked into Sheev Palpatine’s eyes. She had thought, I am not afraid. You can hurt me, but you cannot use me, because I am not afraid.

Palpatine had smiled.)

Cassian Andor is twenty-five, and dead. He shows her the holonet notice with a grin, all his teeth bared the way Mon’s noina cat had once left mice on her doorstep. ANDOR, CASSIAN (CONFIRMED DEAD) watches her face as she reads the official Imperial record, which says he was blasted apart by a trooper on Morand.

His skin is smooth and brown, for someone who was supposed to have died with a hole burned through his skull.

“A dangerous rebel has been eliminated,” Mon says dryly, handing the datapad back to him. “Hurrah.”

“Aren’t you proud of me, Senator?”

She’s not, really. She’s somehow annoyed he made it to the grave before she did. (MOTHMA, MON is only LOCATION UNKNOWN.)  “Of course, Captain Andor. It was a successful mission, losses were minimal and we have every hope the intelligence you gathered will lead us to Imperial weapons caches. You have a good deal to be proud of.”

“Not the same thing.”

She glances at his face. He is better than he used to be at keeping it blank. “No.”

“No,” Cassian echoes, a little more softly. 

Something about the way the shadow falls on his face is—

He bridles when she reaches out, though he forces himself back into stillness so quickly she almost misses it. (He is better at that too.) Still, he does not resist when she presses her fingertips just below his jaw, where the stubble softens into throat. Underneath her hand, his pulse beats, fast and strong. “You seem very alive to me, Captain.”

He swallows, her hand moves. She can feel the rumble of his voicebox when he says, “Yes, Senator.”

She withdraws her hand, but he catches her by the wrist, tightly as binders. She wonders if he can feel her pulse, how hard it’s beating against her skin. But he doesn’t say anything, a faintly quizzical look on his face, as though he’s not sure how to proceed. 

She kisses him out of clumsy uncertainty, more than anything. (She skipped the mother, went directly from virginal maiden to sexless crone without stopping. She has practice in defying demagogues, ordering men to die, not to—)

It is a fumbling, cold affair. But afterwards, he rests his cheek against hers, and she rests her palm over the place where her blade went in between his ribs. It is the closest to human contact either of them has come in some time, she thinks.

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“What will you do, after?” Mothma asks once. Cassian is gathering up his things, pushing an errant lock of hair behind his ear, and she is studying the way the light slants onto the dust. Neither of them is thinking about the other, but then, they are not supposed to be. (It is easier, if they are looking separate ways.)

“After what?” he asks.

“After the war. What will you do?”

He twitches, and then goes very still. “You seem sure there will be an ‘after’ for me, Senator,” he says lightly, the corner of his mouth curling.

Mon has no answer for that.

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She keeps killing him; there’s a war on.

He keeps killing; ditto.

(Who cares what the dead do, in those snatched moments between dying?)

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Senator Mon Mothma is forty-one, and sure she will die—sooner, rather than later. But she has known that for nineteen years now; its sting no longer can pierce her. She is a dead woman, she wears her white shroud. Everything else is…

Captain Cassian Andor is thirty-seven, and dead. Truly dead, this time, nothing to reach for and assure herself with, no proof of life.

(She does not think of his pulse, hot and steady under her hand. She does not think of his mouth curling, the way he had said after. She does not think of anything. No true pyromaniac would pity a match burnt up to ash. No soldier cries, firing a blaster.

She hates blasters.)

She personally changes his Alliance file to read ANDOR, CASSIAN (CONFIRMED DEAD).

things that keep me up at night

Obi-Wan Kenobi loved Anakin Skywalker??? Canonically. He loved him so much he would have left the Jedi Order for him (CANONICALLY).

and mustafar happened??? And Obi-Wan KEPT loving Anakin?? Even after he cut off Anakin’s remaining limbs and left him in a fire, he loved him. Even after Anakin yelled that he hated him and even after Anakin destroyed everything Obi-Wan had sworn his life to, Obi-Wan still loved him. 

Loved him so much that he spent the next twenty years on the absolutely shitty planet Anakin grew up on (spending every day being reminded of Anakin) so he could watch over Anakin’s son (who happens to look just like a baby Anakin)??? And he did so without complaint or hope of reward, but just because he loved Anakin???

And when Luke asked about Anakin Obi-Wan could have said anything because Owen didn’t know shit and didn’t tell Luke shit. He could have said that Anakin was a good guy who went crazy, or he could have lied and said he didn’t know Anakin that well to avoid confronting his feelings, but instead he says so many complimentary things and calls him a dear friend with such fondness and you know he still loves Anakin because how could he not?

And when he meets Anakin again he doesn’t even fight him? They trade blows like once or twice and then Obi-Wan just turns his lightsaber off and just lets Anakin kill him??? Why?? Some say it’s so Luke would see and want Vengeance™ but to be honest that doesn’t seem very Jedi-like. I think it’s more likely that he could not bear to hurt Anakin any more than he already had, especially when confronted with the Suit™ that Obi-Wan all but put him in.

And Anakin does not know any of this. In fact, Anakin dies without knowing that Obi-Wan loved him that much. Anakin spent most of his life believing Obi-Wan just vaguely tolerated him because the Jedi Code forbids attachment and thus, affection. The only time Obi-Wan ever tells Anakin he loves him it’s after he’s cut off three of his limbs and set him on fire so like Anakin is going to believe that?? And Anakin fell in part because Obi-Wan wasn’t there and it felt like Obi-Wan had betrayed him and Anakin loved Obi-Wan so this imaginary betrayal hurt so much?? And Anakin had NO IDEA Obi-Wan spent twenty years on Tatooine looking after Luke??? He had no idea. He probably thought Obi-Wan was off doing Rebel Things not watching over Anakin’s son.

just. look, you can see their relationship as romantic or platonic or familial or however you want, but you can’t deny that these two idiots loved each other and died believing the other hated them, and that’s the most tragic thing imaginable. 

War and Moomins

Tove Jansson was born in August 9, 1914, just when Europe was set on fire by World War I. When she was a little girl, Finland started a short but bloody civil war. And when she was a young woman, her life was once thrown in the middle of tragedy and turmoil. World War II began when Tove was 25.

Later Tove would describe the time of war as “lost years”. She hated everything about war and was very depressed during this time. She and her family spent each day worrying about the middle child of the family, Per Olov Jansson, who was fighting in the war. As a sensitive artist, Tove escaped these horrors into a world of her imagination. And so, Moomin was born.

The first Moomin book was published in 1945, The Moomins and The Great Flood. In the book a family is desperately looking for the father of the family, who is supposed to provide them with a safe home in the middle of the dangers around them. In the end they arrive to a green and beautiful valley, where the father has built a lovely house for them.

War clearly affected the writing of the next Moomin book, Comet in Moominland which was published only a year later in 1946. In the book Moomins encounter news that a horrible catastrophe will strike their valley. Moomin sets forth on a journey to find out what is going on and at the observatory he discovers that a comet will hit Moominvalley on his birthday. The book is filled with fun adventure like sunken ships, monsters and new friendships but the feeling of impending doom is always behind them. Weird changes in the landscape and sky remind them of the comet. The family takes shelter in a cave and hopes they will somehow survive.

Happily the comet passes above the valley without destroying it. In the morning everyone comes out of the cave and they celebrate on the beach. Sun is shining, the sea comes back and life begins again.

Comet in Moominland is clearly a book marked by Tove’s experiences. In the book danger comes from the sky and creates desctruction unlike anything ever seen before. It may not be a coincidence that the comet strikes on Moomin’s birthday (Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945). All anyone can do to escape horrors from the sky is to cover up in small, dark caves and hope it will pass. Tove often wrote how much she disliked bomb shelters and their atmosphere.

But after all the horror, sadness and loss life will always begin again. Like the sea returns to the beach and the valley becomes beautiful again, things had to heal. And later Moomin books would be filled with sun again…

-The Most Interesting Stories Aren’t Always Action-

Here​ ​is​ ​a​ ​list​ ​of​ ​a​ ​few​ ​of​ ​my​ ​favorite​ ​engaging​ ​stories​ ​with​ ​a​ ​little​ ​less​ ​action.


Shouwa​ ​Genroku​ ​Rakugo​ ​Shinju​​ ​​-Drama- Shouwa​ ​Genroku​ ​Rakugo​ ​Shinju​ ​keeps​ ​me​ ​so​ ​invested​ ​in​ ​the​ ​story​ ​at​ ​all​ ​time,​ ​with​ ​loveable characters,​ ​just​ ​enough​ ​drama,​ ​great​ ​music,​ ​and​ ​well​ ​directed​ ​scenes,​ ​it​ ​proves​ ​it​ ​doesn’t​ ​take an​ ​action​ ​packed​ ​fight​ ​to​ ​make​ ​your​ ​heart​ ​race.


Sakamichi No Apollon -Drama-
Maybe my opinion is slightly biased because of my love for jazz, but the way sakamichi no apollon explores romance, music, and the everyday drama and lives of these characters, had me hooked from episode one.


Beast Player Erin -Fantasy-
Now technically there is a bit of action in this series. BUT I would argue that the majority of the series is a coming of age/political story, with love both familial and romantic, and a touching story about the relationship between a girl and a magical beast, i’d say it’s worth a watch.


Mushi-shi -Fantasy-
Mushi-shi is a great story for those who enjoy the feeling of exploring in a world of fantasy. As it follows a man wandering the world following rumors of possible mushi, and helping others, you’ll find yourself sucked deep into a well built fantasy world with background music that you only WISH you had IRL.


Ristorante Paradiso -Romance-
This one is a little different from most others on this list, the story revolves around a woman off to find her mother and the man she left to marry. She finds herself uprooting into a new life working in the strange restaurant her mother and secret stepfather run, making friends, and falling in love, all the while no one knows she’s even her daughter.


House Of Five Leaves -historical drama-
This show has great characters and unique art and atmosphere that set it apart from other shows instantly. And if you’ve ever wondered “what would a show about samurai be like without all the actiony fights all the time?” this show answers that question.


Sora No Woto -Military-
Though it’s a military show, it rarely ever has all that much action. The show IMO focuses a lot on themes of hope in times of war, showing how it affects the people involved. It also focuses a lot on characters overcoming their problems and building relationships with one another in a kind of bittersweet way.


Hozuki no reitetsu -Comedy-
It felt to me like a good idea to throw in a nice comedy at the end of a list with so many bittersweet titles. Hoozuki focuses on “life” and Business in hell, with a dark and sometimes dry adult sense of humor, in a strange slice of life setting i found this show to be an enjoyable and a relaxing watch.

Your Color

Word Count: 5701

Summary: Bucky thought he finally found the one but it turned out to be your sister. And being the big sister you are, you went to talk the bastard who played with your sister’s feelings. Unbeknownst to him, you are his superior in the army and is more than prepared in giving him a hard time. 

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x bamf!reader

Warning: Language that Cap doesn’t approve of. Extremely long. Probably going to have a part 2. 40s!Bucky is not my specialty. Tell me if you want more oneshots or not please. This is a Soulmate Au where everyone has two different eye colors, one of their own and one is their soulmate’s. Once they meet each other, the eyes revert back to their own color. (bucky has brown eyes in this fic) ([Y/N/N] means your nickname)

PART TWO

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“You know, Buck. When my Ma and Pa first met, their eyes changed instantly.” Steve shrugged as he murmured his words. 

“I know that, Steve. It’s kind of hard to forget when you mention it every single time I’m with Nancy.” Bucky sassed as he leaned back to his seat in the booth. It was the same diner where he and Nancy first met. It became their agreed on place to meet. The first time they saw each other, it was a sight. They both had one brown and one [Y/E/C]; it was a perfect match.

“You’ve been together for more than a week, Buck. And your eyes hasn’t change a single shade.” Steve tried to knock some sense into Bucky’s head. He has been trying to for a while now. He was there when Nancy and Bucky met. 

“I’m aware. But my folks, it took 2 days, Steve. Two whole days.” Bucky, unlike his friends, still held on to the slither of hope that Steve was just being impatient.

“It’s been 10 days, Bucky. I don’t think she’s the one,” Steve lowly murmured. Bucky opened his mouth to answer but whatever he was supposed to say faded away. He took a deep breath. He knew, deep down, that Steve had a point. “You think I haven’t been counting?“ 

“You’re going to be drafted in a few days.“ 

“Are you really going to let her think you’re soulmates and make her wait for you until you come back to tell her the truth?” That sentence made his chest tighten. 

“No.” Bucky knew exactly what he had to do, no matter how hard it was, he had to do it. It was unfair to Nancy and he knew that. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate before he gets shipped to England. That was his only wish and that was enough to blind him on obvious facts. That Nancy [Y/L/N] isn’t his soulmate. He had to set things straight, even if he had to hurt the woman who has done nothing but want to meet her soulmate but met someone like him instead.


“Oh, you should meet him, [Y/N]!“ 

Nancy twirled around in her dress as she removed the curlers in her hair. There were clear happiness in her eyes and [Y/N] couldn’t help but smile at her sister. Nancy was such a hopeless romantic, the state of the war not affecting her carefree personality one bit. [Y/N] sat on the bed and grinned at her little sister. Nancy sat beside [Y/N] then placed her head on her older sister’s shoulder. “He’s amazing! He’s funny! He so gentlemanly and very suitable for the war! He has a rank too!“ 

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Drarry Recs<3

I just summarized my drarry reading list last year, and wanted to share all of you my favs! Here is the top 3 of many categories (fluff/smut/dark etc.). Anyway, this list is my preference which I’ve found it going for dull pain, delicious smut with very good plot, unusual mystery and smart Draco.
I tagged some people who I love talking with or always think of me:) Thanks! It’s great to have you here.

Top 3 favorites
1 An Aching Soul  (writcraft)
- Don’t get too close. It’s dark inside. War-affected Harry & Draco
2 Single Wizard Seeking Same (Jennavere)
- humourous!, delicious UST
3 Little Talks  (femmequixotic, noeon)
- boss Harry, date, Quidditch, Scorpius

Top 3 heartwarming
1 All Life is Yours to Miss  (Saras_Girl)
- Draco-centric, professor Harry, professor Draco, beetle?!
2 Seizing Second Chances  (momatu)
- Very few things that are easy are worth doing… Do something unmistakable. Something that would leave no room for doubt. Something to remember.

Top 3 unbearably cute (all PG)
1 Dear Diary  (AWickedMemory (ReadyPlayerZero))
- Harry adorably wore his heart in his sleeve. Draco was totally opposite. Sweet.
2 Let Me Be Your Prince/Best Christmas (@goldentruth813)
- adorable Teddy, UST, flatmate 
3 The Lip-Lock Jinx (Cassis Luna)
- don’t underestimated this simple plot.

Top 3 mysterious/drama

1 Darkstar  (furiosity)
- secret mission, perfect ending
2 Touch Me Fall  (lumosed_quill)
- prostitute Draco
3 The Mirror Crack’d (femmequixotic, noeon )
- someone died in Harry and Draco’ living room

Top 3 smut
1 Sex Lies and Veritaserum  (lettered)
- sex talk. super vivid one.
2 Slip Into My Lover Hands  (lumosed_quill)
- slip, lover, hands; perfect summary
3 A Touch of Silk  (raitala)
- in fact, I don’t really like cross-dressing… except this one

Top 3 infuriating! (aka jerk! Harry)
- All makes me want to punch Harry’s face
1 Give Me a Quiet Mind  (calrissian18)
2 Soiree (MoonflowerRose)
3 31 days (Arh.581958)

Top 3 Miscellaneous
1 In the Closet  (Michi the Killer)
- serious warning for soft-hearted people
2 Unexpected Turn  (Oakstone730)
- AU, mechanics Harry, real estate Draco, American
3 Two Playboys On The Pitch  (Professor McKitten)
- UST UST UST

Top 3 all-time fav re-read
1 A House with a White Picket Fence (SilentAuror)
2 Let’s Pretend the War Is Over (pir8fancier)
3 Gone Down The Angel On A Lonely Night (Femme)
3 Quidditch Wife (minervaalistor)

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Welcome for comment! Feel free to ask or message me about this list (or drarry or whatever!). I have read Drarry almost every night and always updated it at the blog header or a post with the tag #2016readwithme

As much as I am grateful to have finally gotten Ymir’s backstory, there’s still something that’s got me curious and I can’t let go of: her titan form. Many people have noted her resemblance to the devil figure in the myth, both seen in Frieda’s book and the one Grisha’s father had.

I can’t readily brush this off as a coincidence. There was so much focus on her speculated relation to Ymir Fritz that her resemblance to the devil here got put on the back-burner. 

There’s another peculiar matter that once received plenty of attention in the past: her resemblance to the titans of Zeke, Grisha, and Eren.

Now we know Zeke is indeed closely related to Grisha and Eren, and for the longest time I thought Ymir would also have some relation to the Jaegers, if distant. But there hasn’t been any blatant evidence pointing to that lately. She never knew what her family name was, which at least opens up that possibility. 

Now, I have an absurd idea on how both these points relate: Ymir, Grisha, Zeke, and Eren are all direct descendants of the devil – the one from the legend of Ymir Fritz.

That isn’t to say all these characters are meant to be evil or something simple like that. After all, there is no absolute good or evil in this story. It’s more about their tendency to upset the status quo and act as keys to the story. At face value, that doesn’t have a direct relation to the role of the devil, but it takes some explaining. 

I had been thinking of this particular interview with Isayama, where he referenced the epic poem Paradise Lost when discussing the role of the Colossal Titan as the God of the SnK world. Living in heaven meant perpetual happiness, but was also considered living as a slave to God. It’s clear how this notion relates to the SnK world: the people in the walls live contently in their own world, but it’s not something to be celebrated. The narrative frames that complacency in a negative light. Eren infamously referred to this style of living as being the same as cattle. They are ruled by the titans. The Colossal Titan isn’t the only godlike being – the 145th Fritz King is called that in story by Rod Reiss, along with any of the royals who held the Progenitor’s power over the years. Everyone’s freedom was restricted because the king chose not to fight and hid away in his own utopia, where he took the people’s memories…on an island called Paradis.

In the same interview, Isayama stated that those who chose to go outside the safety of the walls are the ones who have chosen freedom. They go into hell willingly rather than being confined to the king’s bastardized version of heaven. In Paradise Lost, those that chose the freedom of hell were called devils. From this perspective, being called a devil means you’re willing to fight rather than be complacent with the unjust world. They are the ones who initiate drastic change, even if it means causing chaos. 

With that in mind, being a direct descendant of the devil symbolizes that ideology. The likes of Zeke, Grisha, Eren, and Ymir all act(ed) as keys which resulted in significant changes affecting the direction of the story. That isn’t to say they are the only ones that have done so, but this is specifically about them and their relation to the devil. Whatever that devil was, anyway.

Change isn’t always great, though. The devil in the legend gave Ymir Fritz the power to turn into a titan, and everyone of the same race as her had their biology altered to be able to do the same. After her death, the ensuing chaos for nearly 2000 years using that power was hardly anything good. 

For that reason, Zeke is an interesting case. He isn’t on the side of the protagonists, so he isn’t fighting for their freedom. However, he is furious about the way of life in the walls that the king dictated. He, too, doesn’t approve of the king’s ideology to hide away from the world in a so-called utopia. There’s only disdain for those he perceives as being unimaginative and unchanging in their ways.

He’s at a crossroads of sorts, because he would be a direct descendant of both the devil and the Fritz line. The former represents chaos and change, while the latter is order and stagnation. Both of those can be for better or for worse, as seen with the king’s way of living in peace. Zeke’s got the chaotic part down, but he has no desire the help the Eldians. He’s gone with the Marleyan belief that these people must be wiped out. Even the 145th Fritz king believed his own people deserved to perish. 

I’m personally a big supporter of the idea that Zeke will eventually help out Eren to use the coordinate, and recognize that his disdain for all Eldians is flawed. He wants to end the cursed history, but his way of doing so would only perpetuate the cycle of violence and revenge that’s been happening since the death of Ymir Fritz. 

There’s also something amusing about Ymir, a descendant of the devil, falling in love with Historia, a descendant of the Fritz (I’m going back to the idea that Reiss = Fritz). Two bloodlines that symbolize completely different ideologies. The world is funny that way.

Fairy Tail Chapter 528 Review

So if people have been keeping up I’ve been spoiling this chapter today and boy was I not happy because this chapter my god.

I really like this cover image. I love the new art style of Erza’s first ever armor and I like the touch that Gray and Erza are front and center because in volume 3 it’s the same thing with them on the cover.

So we open on Acnologia stepping on Irene’s corpse which is still kinda amusing because yeah that Irene stuff still is a pain in the ass.

I guess Wendy would know it’s Acnologia because smell more than power but hey this is leading to the where the shit hits the fan.

Yup Jellal is back. Look a lot of people were happy to see hi back but here’s the problem I have. How? No seriously this will be a running theme about bad moments in this chapter and it’s how? We don’t know how Jellal got here, now people will say that scene against august where he said he’d protect Erza but there’s not a scene of him getting up or anything like that it’s just lazy. He comes out of nowhere without any foreshadowing.

So that was my frustration, how are you here? August left you in a ditch. we never saw you get up or anything like that. You just thought of Erza and that was it. But here’s the thing I’ve always said is Jellal’s greatest problem, he is always forced into an arc haphazardly but this arc lacks that because it’s war, it affects everyone. Also, it’s war against Zeref the character you wanted to fight since the timeskip. Also here’s my biggest problem, where are the oracion Seis? Because it seems you left them behind, that is very wrong, you are basically the guild master crime sorciere but you abadoned your guild to save Erza, which I understand is the wwoman you love but shouldn’t your priorities be focused on your team. Or hell just bring them along, it actually would help make sense because Cobra could hear where erza is.

anyway back to the story…

So Jellal attacks for several pages and…

Acnologia shows why you don’t fuck with Acologia. But again just wait it gets better…

Oh no. Yup people Acnologia eats all magic.Which is kinda cool until we’ve seen this all ready. Irene with Deus Zero and August with his negation, all these final bosses have something to do with “your magic is ineffective against me” it just seems lazy.

And best scene of the chapter. No I’m serious. Wendy is deciding that she is the one who must fight Acnologia because it’s her job as a Dragon Slayer. This is amazing to see that little girl who hid from fighting is now facing the big bad herself. This is what a final arc is, the joy of watching that development come through.

Little problem I have is Erza is concerned but Jellal is and why does Jellal care about Wendy? That was Mystogan who cared. I know Wendy brought him back but they’ve barely established a connection and yet there are times he’s worried about her which makes no sense giving they haven’t made a reason for it other than “you revived me”. I guess he’s concerned in a base sense but still, it feel like it comes from nowhere.

Oh god. This was a moment where I was like “THAT SO COOL” but then I remember it was shot down by Wahl Icht, how it it back, how is Ichiya there? I guess universe one moved him but did he fix this ship? It just doesn’t make sense. Where did it come from.

Okay first off I wasn’t mad that Christina could hold off Acnologia, we saw Makarov in Titan form tank it but why Isn’t shooting it? Why? Even if it’s a fast ship, it’s big, Acnologia could shoot it down.

Second, we need to “lead it to a certain place” we can beat Acnologia. Well, now you are straight up ripping off Rave Master because to defeat Endless he had to be lured into star memory. Also this place where Acnologia may be defeated, never brought up before.

And finally this new character appears, Oh boy with the text putting emphesis on “KEY” you know it’s a celestial wizard and one that could know about Acnologia, it might be Anna Heartfilia. OH WHAT BULLSHIT IF THAT IS TRUE! We don’t know anything about Anna, who is she, no actual alluding to the possibility she came to the future. Did she cross the eclipse gate? That is again bullshit if true. This means nothing, you just pulled this out of your ass. Yes we’ve talked about Anna and what she did but again WHO IS SHE?

But some people have pointed out that because of the hairy and how Anna didn’t have bangs that framed her face it could be Layla… WHAT THE FUCK, THEN? If there one character who had been established to be dead this whole series just to come back as a deus ex machina, what a load of crap. Plus with the next chapter called teacher and we know Layla had students, it could be her. And like Anna, no build up prior.

But hey maybe it’s a brand new character. WOW MASHIMA DID YOU FORGET HOW MANY OTHER CHARACTER‘S WHO YOU’VE INTRODUCED ALREADY AND NOT WORK WITH THEM!? NO LETS ADD THIS NEVER BUILT UP CHARACTER! GOD DAMNIT

Post Chapter Follow up: Ugh this chapter was not good. I know a lot of people thought I’d hate this chapter because Jellal showed up but that wasn’t my problem. My problem with all of those scenes I bitched about had no foreshadowing, at all. Jellal maybe thinking about Erza but even then, not enough at all. The Christina is back, HOW? New character that may be Layla or Anna, HOW? There’s a place where Acnologia can be defeated, HOW? None was built up, scenes like these lose weight because they weren’t built uo, they rely on the amount of shock value and rise it gets out of you. For this chapter to be liked, you have to be sitting there and just keep saying “FINE” FINE” “FINE” to everything thrown at you and that’s not good story telling.

Okay so Acnologia is this all slayer which again builds up there’s no way to beat him other than dragon slayers. But, you add in this place we’ve never been introduced or alluded to. 5 dragon slayer that can beat Acnologia that was the plan you had to mess with it didn’t you hiro?

Also, I know a lot were happy to see Jellal but her’s my question, why is he fighting Acnologia? It’s been built sense the timeskip he’d fight Zeref but this wasn’t built up at all, other than Erza was there.

So any positives? Well… Yes. Wendy’s moment is amazing, she has come far. It’s always good to see development acknowledged. She’s probably the most developed character in this chapter.

Also Acnologia is still on point. He’s taking everything Jellal has and just laughing it off. It’s nice to see him not treated as less. Also I was Glad to see Erza not do something. She shouldn’t be able to given her condition fro just recovering.

Ugh this is the part where I pass final verdict but before I do, I want to say we don’t have much time left for FT. I think we may have only 15-20 chapters left maybe less. And I want all of them to be great but no more like these, Hiro, please this is what you leave people with, it’s time to buckle down and really try. Because this climax could be awful if you stay the course.

Final Verdict: 3/10

  • Foreshadowing “what’s that”
  • Below average pacing
  • Just all around not fulfilling

Alright so please consider this if you’re an American person  commenting “prayers/hope are useless” and “Syria has war, not internet” on supportive posts for the people of Syria:

  • Either come up with a better solution and implement it, or stay off those posts with your cynicism. Explain this to me: Your words carry the exact same weight as a message of support. So if your opinion is that they have no weight, why comment? And if you believe that they do have weight and you comment anyways, ask yourself why you are actively trying to discourage people from supporting peace whilst simultaneously contradicting your own statement.
  • America is home to many people of Syrian descent, Syrian Americans, and others with family and friends in Syria.
  • Why is this important? Because our president is literally spewing an absurd rhetoric of hatred, fear, and vitriol about the nebulous concept of ~Syria.~ Last night in his speech, he dropped the “we are against the people who harmed the Syrian civilians” line alarmingly fast and replaced it with just “Syria.” If you don’t see how scary that is or how damaging to Syrian people who live here, I don’t know what to tell you.
  • Words matter. Words. Really. Matter. I literally don’t understand how you can say that they do not. If you say “words don’t matter,” I will assume that yours, personally, are empty, which is sad. Without words, you wouldn’t know that this was going on, or have the capacity to form an educated opinion on it. Words are a call to action. Words tell people they’re not alone. Words can alienate us or bring us together, and our president is doing his damn best to alienate. I refuse. Because that’s the thing about words, they’re only powerful if you give them power. So give power to words of support and peace. Resist. 
  • Words do not equal inaction. 
  • WORDS DO NOT EQUAL INACTION. 
  • Please stop pretending that countries affected by war have no technology and/or modern facilities. No one is imagining that an injured child is reading these posts and being inspired by them so please just stop with that line, which is clearly meant to make the act of Giving a Damn™ seem like a ~snowflake~ maneuver. That’s why we also donate when we can and volunteer.  But for people to do that, they need to be mobilized. They need to care. And to donate, means are necessary. Not everyone has those means, so please don’t act like those people should just sit down and say nothing unless they can donate or volunteer. That’s absurd. 
  • Peace and hope should not be seen as a part of a party agenda. If you see the majority of the left as soft and weak for being anti-war, go talk to someone who has served in active military duty and ask them if war is something to be desired.

Words matter if you decide they do. So make them count.

anonymous asked:

I want to ask why do you think that zuko is better for katara then aang? I think there both good for her but aang would be destroyed if she would go to zuko.

I’m not the most eloquent person out there so bear with me here. Also, please don’t take anything I say personally. For me these things are all just a matter of perspective on relationships, love, and your own lived experiences.    

First of all, I have absolutely nothing against Aang. The wonderful thing about Avatar was that all characters were perfectly flawed and yet still grew as the show progressed.

The thing is, Aang’s relationship with Katara romantically speaking did not; it was forced.

(very long post ahead. Read at your own peril. Can’t account for credibility or coherence) 

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Harry Potter Preferences #2:{Moder-ish}Movie you watch together

GOLDEN TRIO ERA

Draco:

Love Actually;Draco was a little hesitant at first, but after forcing him to sit and watch it with you, he actually enjoyed it. He kept making several references after watching the film and you were ecstatic to see him happy. The references did get old after a while, but if it made Draco smile, then you didn’t really mind.

Harry:

Captain America;The Winter Soldier; You both loved superhero movies, but this one held a special place in Harry’s heart. He felt “a personal connection” to Steve Rogers because “they were both underestimated and kindhearted heroes.“It got a bit annoying really. He sobbed when Steve was about to die and Bucky saved him. He’s a big shipper of Stucky.

Hermione:

Beauty and The Beast; Hermione was soooooo excited to see it, it had only recently been opened in Theaters and she didn’t want to give up the opportunity. You gladly took her, ready to see the movie just as much as she was. Once the film started, a young and beautiful girl strolled into view. You were both rather startled. She looked just like Hermione! You turned to her with a smirk and asked if she had some sort of a doppelgänger. She strongly glared at you.,clearly annoyed at what just happened. You just laughed in her face, causing the entire theater to yell at you.

Ron:

50 First Dates; You don’t particularly care for that movie, but Ron loves it. Majorly because of the comedy that always comes with an Adam Sandler movie. He also knows that while you may not like that movie, it always makes you smile and feel better if you’re feeling down. His favorite scene is when the Lucy beats up the weird Chinese guy. It’s your favorite too.

Neville:

The Fault in Our Stars;You didn’t want Neville to watch the movie because he’s a cryer. He would sob at practically every scene. Which he did when you finally agreed to let him watch it. You held him I’m your arms as he cried over Gus’s death. You had tears of your own that dribbled down your face. You tried to assure each other that it wasn’t real, that it didn’t really happen, but fictional deaths are as real as Actual deaths.

Luna:

The outsiders; You and Luna deeply loved the film because you both knew what it was like it be an outsider. The two of you empathized with the gang of greasers and how they were treated. Your appreciation of the movie ran far deeper than Luna’s. This movie helped you though your ptsd that the war caused. It helped to erase the pain. Luna was already happy, but she couldn’t pretend that the war hadn’t affected her as well.

Fred:

Mean Girls; You really didn’t have any idea how you and Fred wound up watching Mean Girls. The two of you were just lounging around when suddenly the door of your DVD player popped open, and the film was put in. The time wasn’t wasted seeing as You and Fred had a lot of commentary. The most memorable being Fred’s remark,“She’s a bitch” to almost every character.

George:

The Maze Runner; You loved the books, but you were a bit skeptical to see how the movie would turn out. The book is usually better after all. You hadn’t seen it in theaters, you wanted this to be a private moment. George wanted to view the film as well, his curiosity peaked. You and George had entangled yourselves together on the couch, waiting for the previews to end so you could watch the actual movie. Finally, the menu popped up, and you shakily pressed play, anxiously awaiting to judge whether or not you were right. Let’s just say, the movie was good, but the book was still better.

MARAUDERS ERA

James:

If I stay;It’s the movie that you and James always watch on Valentine’s Day. It always makes James sad because he wonders what would happen if you were Mia and he was Adam. It always brings you two closer together yet more afraid of losing the other. It also shows you that you never really know when everything could be taken from you. So you need to make the most of every moment.

Sirius:

The breakfast club; Sirius claims that he only watches it because of Judd Nelson, while you claim that you only watch it because you’re bored. You both loved how the film was unapologetically honest about his things were for teens, and it was absolutely true. Sirius sympathized with the rebel because he knew what it was like to grow up in an abusive family and be changed by it. You sympathized with the brainiac, knowing how discriminated against intellectuals such as yourself were.

Remus:

Inside out; Remus simply adored the metaphor behind the Disney film, the fact that emotions are a bigger part of us than we realize.He was entranced with psychology and emotions, the movie only deepened his obsession. He’d barely pay attention to you when you two are watching it. You’d usually end up throwing a pillow or your scarf at him, managing to snatch a bit of his attention.

Lily:

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; You loved animals, especially magical ones,so you loved that there was a movie about them. Both you and Lily found the film a bit odd though, Newt Scamander seemed very familiar. You let it go, he probably wasn’t even real anyway. The suspicion stayed with the two of you as you watched the film. Who was Newt Scamander?

Regulus:

Finding Dory;Regulus was only in it for Baby Dory and Baby Dory only. He never expressed his enthusiasm for the movie but nevertheless he was in love with it. You were suprised to see him like that, he was usually very dark and brooding. Now all of a sudden he was putting the film into your DVD player and shushing you so that he could properly hear.

Severus:

Footloose; You loved old types of Movies and you loved Dancing. So when you found a movie that was both of your favorite things, you just had to watch it. You made Severus watch it with you, much to his protests, which you fully ignored. After finishing it, Sev did admit that he “sort of liked it.”

Peter:

Suicide Squad; You thought that maybe Peter was a bit too excited for the dc movie. However,you didn’t really pay attention to it. Peter had been acting strangely lately and if this helped him, then you certainly weren’t going to object. No matter how much it worried you.

Yona, Hak, and Su-Won: Entangled Justices and the Weight of a King’s Crown

“What’s called ‘justice’ changes shape depending on where you stand.”
-Kuzan Aokiji (One Piece)

“Too kind a ruler would confuse the Kingdom; an oppressive ruler would disturb the peace of the Kingdom.”
-General Risai (Twelve Kingdoms)

These two quotes describe my thoughts best for Akatsuki no Yona’s chapter 136.

If we are to talk about justice, it will shift depending on whose side you are standing and whose shoes you are wearing. That fateful night when King Il was killed one could say that Su-Won fought for his own justice. Justice for a father who was killed by King Il, and on a more noble note justice for a country plunged into poverty and being trampled on by other countries, justice for the people who were impoverished and suffering because of the poor leadership. But that put Yona and Hak to the other side of justice. Justice for another father killed, justice for friends who were betrayed and almost led to their deaths. An endless cycle of despair, hatred and “justices” eating each other. And that is what Yona is trying to stop starting with herself. Suppressing her anger and grief and not taking vengeance on su-won.

But in chapter 136 what kind of justice are we talking about.

Along the way in this journey, Yona and Hak discovered that there are so many sufferings happening in their country which they had no knowledge of before. They discovered one justice that Su-won has been fighting for. The justice for their country and their people. This became a common ground. However, Yona also saw another side, that of the common people being the ones most affected by wars, thrown into poverty and chaos, slaughtered without reason. Their peace and lives hanging on a line pulled and tweaked by the leaders ruling the nations.  And of course right now Yona and Hak are standing on a justice where their beloved family is being held hostage in another country threatened to be executed at the first spark of war.

And this brings me to the second quote. Su-Won right now is a king. And too kind a ruler will only bring more confusion and chaos than more good into a country. The crown Su-Won is carrying is as heavy or even heavier at this point in time than being the reincarnation of King Hiryuu. That crown bears the weight of the whole country and its people. And aside from doing his thing as King he also needs to balance politics with all those generals and advisors. Those generals who helped him usurp the throne, those whose trusts he earned, and those whose loyalty are not his. Imagine him agreeing to Yona and taking Kouren’s wager, then all of Kouka’s still shaky internal foundation will crumble. Why in the first place the four dragons were defeated and taken hostage? Because a country’s fate is on the line if they ever make a bad move. 

War is never good and it will only shed blood and tears. Kouren’s side of the previous war was shared but probably Kouka also experienced the same. Just like Yona, Su-Won would also most likely prefer peaceful negotiations and means over war but there are times when you know you can’t just talk people out. If I am on Su-Won’s shoes I’d also probably not halt a war just because of some words a girl has to say, or because of some people held hostage which he has no direct connections with, or because of another country’s leader setting conditions while holding people hostage. Trusting that would be foolish for a leader. A country’s fate versus these… and Su-Won’s choice is very understandable. Yona and Hak will also continue on, pursuing the justice they are fighting for to save their family (and that calls for a separate post). One way or another Su-Won might play a part in saving the four dragons and have a war with minimal bloodshed. One thing is for certain, Kusanagi is creating a very realistic image of a leader in Su-Won. This author is writing a non-typical adventure shoujo, not focusing on romance and shallow rationale, writing and weaving a story showing reality in a non-childish way.

for the many of you who have been asking about my vietnam war era hamlet ideas: i finally typed up a little something to share with y’all about my future directorial plans. i plan to keep shakespeare’s original text in the production, with minor changes and/or cuts as needed. (the only major cut would be gertrude’s death, i think it’s important for her to be alive at the end, and you’ll see why.)

this production focuses on the conflicts between younger and older generations, american hyper-praise of masculinity and what it means within the concept of war, and what happens when people put trust into political institutions blindly. this production also exploration of sexual identity and queerness, drug use, and how war affects all aspects of life.

(sidebar: these are all original ideas of mine, so if you end up using them, citation/credit is necessary. if you end up doing a vietnam war era interpretation of hamlet after reading this, please tell me, i want to hear all about it!)

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