we just might miss the war

great comet characters as history of the entire world, i guess quotes
  • natasha: it's sad. i'm sad. i miss you.
  • pierre: now you can buy your way out of hell. that's bullshit. this whole thing is bullshit. that's a scam. fuck the church.
  • sonya: it just seemed like the right thing to do.
  • marya: move over lithuania, here comes moscow.
  • anatole: you could make a reli- no, don't.
  • hélène: hello? yes, it's the 1920s calling.
  • dolokhov: look at those guns. it's gonna be a great war. so great we won't need a second one.
  • bolkonsky: and it's so goddamn profitable, you might forget not to do slavery.
  • mary: is loving jesus legal yet?
  • balaga: remember this tiny space you have to go through to get from here to there?
  • andrey: it was a great idea. he was great. and now he's dead.

I can’t even express how grateful I am that I’ve lived the same time as Carrie Fisher. Star Wars Celebration’s tribute made me cry but I couldn’t imagine a better tribute. George Lucas and Billie speaking up, that incredible footage, and then John Williams with Leia’s Theme. I just love Carrie and Star Wars Universe so much..

Can We Talk?

Angels, demons, can we talk about humanity for a moment? Can we talk about how fragile these bodies are? They don’t have the wings we used to have, they don’t have horns or tails either.

They are usually clueless to the goings on around them, for they are too focused on their own lives, humans have to be very careful. They get sick quickly. They injure remarkably fast. Humans need to sleep and they dream, sometimes they dream of past lives. Sometimes they dream of nightmares.

Can we talk about how they are so quick to protect the ones they love? Can we talk about how some would look the other way? Humans are strange, in a way. They don’t even know what lies beyond the clouds. They don’t know what hides under the veil of space.

Can we agree that it will be a pitiful thing when the War comes because I might miss some of these humans, I just might.

Hey, I just thought of something. You know how when the Pevensies came back through the wardrobe, nothing changed at all? It was as if no time had passed in their own world during their fifteen year reign in Narnia. Well, what if that wasn’t the case? What if, for shits and giggles, we think about what might’ve happened if nothing had been the same when they came back as opposed to everything? What if all those years they had spent in Narnia passed by just as quickly and easily in our own world and when they came out of the wardrobe, they stepped foot into an empty house. No Professor. No Mrs. Macready. It was no longer 1940 but 1955. They had missed fifteen years of their lives in England for fifteen years in Narnia. The war ended. They had no idea where their parents were or where anyone was and even if they did, whose to say they would’ve even recognized them? They looked nothing like they had when they had left. They were all a little taller, a little older, a little more regal and refined from so many years of being kings and queens. Nothing was the same and nothing would be ever again. They were back home but nothing was familiar anymore. Everything changed. And there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it.


Ha… Ha… Haha.

We are missing some pieces.

We don’t know where is Sam Holt, if he is alive, if he is okay??? I want to know that!

And yes, Shiro is alive but is he with the Paladins?

Is Keith going to accept leading Voltron? Lance is jealous or angry? (probably) this can lead to Klance falling apart (NEVER.)

And what is going to happen with Lotor? And Haggar? And Zarkon? There are a lot of questions around this characters that are unsolved (like how hot is Lotor but we’ll just skip that)

We might have a little hope but the war is not over and probably season 3 is going to be full of angst, arc, character development (my sons Lance and Hunk deserve that) and probably very emotional scenes. Probably this is going to be a more serious kind of season.


Maybe we have a little hope but the storm is coming, and nowing the creators of this show it’s going to be a punch in the feels.

sandro3001s  asked:

Am I the only one that feels sad when Asgore says that he misses his son? I mean, not because he's talking about Asriel, but because he's ONLY talking about Asriel. I don't know, that just feels like a crude disregard for Chara. He never mentions missing his other child as far as I remember. I know Chara was adopted, but wow, they were still his child. Just hurts me that he talks about his son but never even mentions them.

I just want to see my wife. I just want to see my child.

It truly is an interesting and poignant line, isn’t it? Asgore mentions missing his wife and one kid, rather than both Asriel and Chara. Since Asgore is talking earlier about the death of his son Asriel, it almost seems as though he’s skipping out on Chara, which would be sad indeed!

That said, I don’t believe that this line suggests that Asgore loved Chara any less than Asriel, or thinks any less about Chara than Asriel. I think that text within Undertale suggests Asgore loved both kids dearly.

Asgore loving both Asriel and Chara

Other dialogue within Undertale mentions that the Dreemurrs deeply cared about both of their children. As Frisk is walking through New Home, in fact, the monsters state:

Monsters: The King and Queen treated the human child as their own. The underground was full of hope.

While it is true that technically Asgore could treat the human as his own, but not love the child as his own, I doubt that would be the case for Asgore. It seems as though that would contradict Asgore’s personality as we see him act through the rest of the game. Asgore is a character with a great amount of sympathy and acceptance. He treats every monster in the underground with notable kindness. Even after fighting with Frisk and losing the fight, we see that he in fact wants to adopt Frisk and start a happy family:

Asgore: Human… I promise you… For as long as you remain here… My wife and I will take care of you as best we can. We can sit in the living room telling stories… Eating butterscotch pie… We could be like… Like a family…

A hopeful smile comes over Asgore’s features as he says these words.

This quote shows the nature of Asgore’s loving character. Asgore believes that, by adopting Frisk and returning to his old wife, he can return to the happy days he now misses.

So if Asgore believes he can find that amount of happiness in creating a family with adopted Frisk and Toriel, then it seems he would have had happiness with adopted Chara, too, and would have loved the human as he loved Asriel. So I bet that Asgore not only treated the human child as his own, but loved the human child as his own, too.

More evidence for Asgore loving Chara as his own is seen later in New Home, too:

Monsters: The kingdom fell into despair. The king and queen had lost two children in one night. The humans had once again taken everything from us.

This mentions that the king and queen lost two children. Chara is categorized as one of Asgore’s offspring, suggesting that Asgore considered Chara his own child just as much as Asriel. Chara was not a second-class kid, but truly considered one of the Dreemurrs.

Why, then, did Asgore simply mention one child instead of two when he says he misses his wife and kid?

Why Asgore mentions Asriel but not Chara

I think, if we look at the broader context of the quote, it can be explained with good sense.

There are two main texts to look at. The first is the narrative of New Home.

Monsters: The kingdom fell into despair. The king and queen had lost two children in one night. The humans had once again taken everything from us. The king decided it was time to end our suffering. Every human who falls down here must die.

The reason why this is important is that, while both Asriel and Chara died, what is being emphasized is the war between humans and monsters. The war between humans and monsters causes the humans to take everything away from the monsters, leading them into despair. Asgore reacts to the suffering and despair by declaring war on humanity: the humans took his children from him, and so he will kill the humans to free his people and end their suffering.

But the thing is, only Asriel was specifically killed by humans. Chara died from poisoning. As far as we know, Asgore never learned that Chara was poisoning themselves to try to save the monsters. From Asgore’s perspective, Chara died from poisoning and Asriel specifically died at the hands of the humans.

Now let’s go to the present quote when Asgore says he misses his wife and kid. When Asgore talks about his sadness for losing Asriel, this is all in the context of the war between humans and monsters. It makes sense for Asgore to mention Asriel his son specifically when he talks to Frisk… because what Asgore is doing right now is continuing the war with humans. He’s reminded of his son because it was Asriel’s death that was caused by humans, and Asriel’s death that made Asgore decide to fight humans. So now that Asgore is fighting Frisk, a human, he’s going to specifically remember how his son died.

In fact, that’s what Asgore himself says:

Asgore: I remember the day after my son died. The entire underground was devoid of hope. The future had once again been taken from us by the humans.

Even the wording is similar to how the monsters talked about Asriel’s passing in New Home. It mentions the future being taken away from them by the humans, the underground being devoid of hope, and the passing of the king’s son. They’re parallel quotes, almost. This is an intentional harking back to that past event where Asgore decided to wage war with humans… this is Asgore thinking about how that past is leading him to the present, standing before Frisk, in battle.

So I don’t think it’s that Asgore doesn’t miss Chara. I’m sure the Dreemurrs mourned both the passing of their son and their human child. But Asgore is specifically being reminded of Asriel when he’s fighting with Frisk and continuing the war between humans and monsters. Chara isn’t relevant right now because, as far as the king knows, Chara didn’t die from the war between humans and monsters. But Asriel’s death is relevant, so that’s the death that is brought up here in conversation.

Asgore might actually have mentioned both kids in this quote

Last, if we look at Asgore’s complete quote in the scene he says he misses his wife and kid, we can actually find a viable interpretation in which Asgore mentions sorrowful feelings for both Asriel and Chara.

This is the full quote with context about Asgore’s missing family. I am bolding the really important text that I will use to make my point:

Asgore: I remember the day after my son died. The entire underground was devoid of hope. The future had once again been taken from us by the humans. In a fit of anger, I declared war. I said I would destroy any human that came here. I would use their souls to become godlike… …and free us from this terrible prison. Then, I would destroy humanity… And let monsters rule the surface, in peace. Soon, the people’s hopes returned. My wife, however, became disgusted with my actions. She left this place, never to be seen again. Truthfully… I do not want power. I do not want to hurt anyone. I just wanted everyone to have hope… I cannot take this any longer. I just want to see my wife. I just want to see my child.

Even if this quote is just about Asriel, it’s all in the context of what I talked about above: Asgore is hurting specifically about the consequences of his choice to declare war on humans because the humans killed Asriel. But we can also potentially see this quote as Asgore mentioning both of his deceased kids.

First, Asgore mentions the day his son died. So that is a remark about his feeling remorseful about Asriel. Asriel is obviously his son. But his second comment, “I just want to see my wife. I just want to see my child” does not mention a gender for the child. “I just want to see my child” could be a mention of the non-binary human Chara.

It might make sense for Asgore to mention missing his wife and then Chara because, even though Chara is dead, it’s possible that Toriel took Chara’s body with her at the same time she left her husband. Flowey suggests that Toriel took Chara’s body in the Genocide Route:

Flowey: How did you get back to the RUINS from here…? …wait, I know. She must have taken you when she left. And decided to give you a proper burial rather than… Hanging out in the basement forever.

Since Asgore is talking about Toriel leaving him in the quote above, it might make sense for him to say he misses his wife and Chara, whose body was also taken from him at the same time. Asgore cannot see the body of Asriel since that turned to dust, but he could see his living wife and the coffin of his deceased human child.

In which case, Asgore might be saying here he misses both kids!

Doubt - Tommy Shelby

I was reading something with daddy! Tommy and I thought about a stolment on the series where in the start the reader is scared cause she’s pregnant and then Tommy says he will love their child no matter what @danyodonoghues

Doubt - Tommy Shelby | part of the Able Series

You sat at the table across from Tommy, waiting for his reaction. You needed him to be happy because you had been so sure, especially after seeing Esme’s baby a few months ago, that a baby was exactly what you wanted. Then as you sat in the office of the doctor earlier this afternoon, listening to him tell you that he was mostly positive that you were indeed pregnant, three months by his estimation, you felt nothing but dread. There was a small piece of you that realized that this child was equal parts you and Tommy, they would be born out of a love that had endured both good years and years full of uncertainty.  

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The Red Dress

Alexander x FEM!reader


Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1935

Warnings: War, kinda cheesy

A/N: I know I don’t usually do gender specific readers, so I’m very sorry for that! This imagine is actually based off of how my grandparents met in World War II. I of course changed some things, but it’s very close to my heart. My grandpa would always tell us that he saw the prettiest woman he had ever seen in a red coat in New York Square and just had to meet her! He, like Alexander in this imagine, was about to be deployed to war. So, I hope you guys enjoy this imagine! Thanks for reading! Love ya!

“I’m just saying, this revolution will be worth it. Fighting for our freedom is not something we will regret.” Alexander told his friends as they strolled down the streets of New York.

“I could not agree any less, mon ami. I can’t wait to bring freedom to my own people!” Lafayette said, all his friends nodding.

“I can’t believe we’re finally going to fight tomorrow. We’re going to be one of Washington’s men.” John smiled at the thought.

“It’s going to be amazing! The four of us fighting for something, we have wanted for so long!” Hercules joined in, his broad grin unshakable.

“I can’t believe Alexander hasn’t gone into a full on rant yet.” John laughed, glancing at his friend beside him. He was not paying attention to a single word they said.

“Um, Alexander?” Lafayette asked, snapping his fingers in his face until he turned to look at them.

“Sorry, something just caught my eye…” He trailed off, looking back at the thing that had distracted him.

“What are you…OH! Looks like Alexander’s got his eye on a girl.” Hercules slapped Alexander’s back, laughing loudly enough to catch your attention.

Alexander felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of you. You certainly stood out among the sea of women and girls walking around the town. You were dressed in a beautiful red dress in the midst of browns, blues and greens. He had never seen someone as beautiful or as intriguing as you were. He caught your eye for just a second before you quickly dropped your gaze, hiding a very prominent blush.

“She’s beautiful…” Alexander looked completely starstruck, shocking his friends. They had never seen him so…Helpless!

“Go talk to her.” John encouraged, nudging him slightly forward.

“I can’t do that! I’m leaving for the war tomorrow, I can’t just do that to her.” Alexander protested, his eyes still not moving off of you.

“You know some women find it very romantic to be writing a man at war during courtship.” Hercules stated, the others humming in agreement.

“Look at her, you think she’d want something to do with someone like me? I have nothing! No money, no title, no land. She deserves more than that and besides, she probably has someone in her life.” Alexander sighed.

“What makes you think she cares about all that? Plus, I don’t see a ring on that finger! She’s fair game.” Lafayette attempted to rise his friend’s spirits.

“You see her dress? She’s in the midst of woman in simple dresses and she is wearing a red dress made of much nicer fabric. Hercules can even back me up on this!” Alexander exclaimed.

“He’s not wrong. Then again we don’t know for sure if she truly cares about these things. Besides, what happened to not throwing away your shot?” Hercules smiled, knowing that that would get his friend’s attention.

“You’re right. What do I do?” He asked, his eyes filling with determination.

“Talk to her right now. Do not let her leave before you talk to her. Maybe get her to go on a walk with you. Then, she’ll want to write you. You can court over letters during the war and after, possibly get married. That’s the plan. Can you do it?” Hercules explained quickly.

“Yes, sir.” Alexander turned and began to approach you, who walked slowly with another young woman. He caught sight of a handkerchief on the ground and thanked the stars for his luck. “Excuse me, miss. Did you drop this?” He asked, holding out the handkerchief towards you.

You quickly searched yourself before blushing. “I believe so. Thank you, mister…” You trailed off.

“Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton. And your name, miss?” Alexander asked, holding his hand out for you to take.

“(Y/N) (L/N), Mister Hamilton. Thank you again for returning this.” You blushed as he gently pressed his lips to your hand. The two of you were completely enchanted with each other, forgetting the person that stood right beside you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Hamilton. I’m Angelica Schuyler.” Angelica interrupted the moment. You almost cursed her for it, until you saw a familiar smirk on her face. “I really must be going. I’m sorry that I can’t walk you home, (Y/N).”

“I could do it! It would not be right for you to have to walk by yourself, Miss (L/N).” Alexander immediately volunteered, Angelica’s smirk only widening.

“I believe that would be perfect. It was good to see you, (Y/N).” Angelica quickly hugged you before walking away quickly.

“Shall we?” Alexander asked, holding his arm out for you.

“We shall.” You gladly took his arm, guiding him towards the direction of your house. “Thank you for walking me, Mister Hamilton.”

“It’s a pleasure to do so, Miss (L/N). And please, call me Alexander.” He smiled at you.

“Then you must call me (Y/N).” You smiled back at him, you’re heart fluttering.

“Are you a supporter of the revolution, (Y/N)?” You almost didn’t hear the question he asked. Your focus being on how easily your name rolled off his tongue.

“Of course I am! My father is actually going off to war this next week.” You slightly shuddered at the thought of your father fighting in the war. It was for a cause you supported and knew to be good, but you didn’t understand why they couldn’t just talk it out instead of resorting to violence.

“What a coincidence. I am leaving to fight tomorrow.” Alexander said, you turned to look at him in shock.

“Tomorrow?” You asked, feeling the blood leave your face.

“Yes, tomorrow. Are you feeling well, (Y/N)? You just turned very pale.” Alexander stopped, studying your face with a concerned look.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” You looked away from him, blushing at what had upset you.

“It’s just what?” Alexander asked, the concern not leaving his face.

“This may sound childish, but we just met and I was hoping we could maybe…” You trailed off again, not daring to look at Alexander’s face. Too bad that meant you missed the smile that lit up his face.

“That we might court?” Alexander asked, his face bright and happy.

“Um, yes.” You looked at his smile and couldn’t help one to slowly grow on your face.

“I hoped for the same thing. I can write you during the war and when we get back we can truly court each other.” Alexander reassured you, the both of you turning to resume your walk with grins.

“I would enjoy that very much, Alexander.” You couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice.

“As would I, (Y/N).” He said.

The two of you continued the rest of your walk talking about your likes and dislikes. You were very disappointed when you reached your house. This would be the last time you would seem him until after the war. Even then, there was still a chance that he wouldn’t return from the war.

“You will get a letter from me as soon as it is possible for me to send one. I hope you will write me back.” Alexander grinned, taking your hand in his kissing it once again very lightly.

“I hope I can wait that long to hear from you. I barely know you, yet it feels like my heart is already yours.” You blushed, your hand tingling from his touch. You waved goodbye to him and walked up the stairs to your house, seeing your mother and father watching from the window.

“Who was that?” Your mother asked in excitement.

“An extraordinary man. He’s leaving for the war tomorrow and wants me to write him while he’s away.” You smiled at the thought.

“She’s got it bad.” Your father smirked at your dreamy expression.


Through the long years of the war, you wrote Alexander daily. It was hard for you to hear the horrors he faced at war, but still each letter made your day as it did for Alexander. Everyone in camp could tell when Alexander had read your letter of the day due to his love sick expression. General Washington had began to tease him about it after a couple months into the war, the rest of the camp quickly joining in.

You also got plenty of letters from your father, claiming that Alexander was just as amazing as you had said he was. He told you on multiple accounts of how Alexander had saved the army from its own destruction. Your father wanted you to marry Alexander as soon as the war was over. Alexander agreed with his idea immediately. He couldn’t wait to see your expression after the war, when he was planning to tell you.

Each day you had the same process of running to meet the mailman and tearing Alexander’s letter open as soon as it was in your hands. This was, until you heard the cheers of people saying you had won the war. America was free and that meant Alexander was finally coming home. When this news reached you and your mother, you both had the idea. The two of you rushed to get ready for their arrival.

“(Y/N), quick! Put something nice on before Alexander get’s here. He will surely ask for your hand.” Your mother grinned, ushering you up the stairs.

You looked through your wardrobe in a hurry, not knowing what to put on. That’s when it caught your eye. The red dress you had worn when you met Alexander. The dress that had luckily caught his eye and his interest.

You put it on, hearing a knock on the door downstairs. You could hear your mother answer the door, welcoming Alexander into your house. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you ran down the stairs. Sure it was unladylike, but you could not wait to see Alexander again.

“Alexander.” You gasped at the sight of him, tears springing to your eyes.

“(Y/N).” He grinned, looking at the beautiful red dress that had brought them this far. “I see you thought of me when you choose that dress.” He smirked, slowly raising his arms out for a hug.

You laughed, running to his embrace. He held you tightly, the two of you not noticing the tears you both had streaming down your faces. Neither did you notice your parents in the corner of the room, watching the two of you with smiles.

“When are you going to tell her that I agreed to let you marry her as soon as possible?” Your father called out.

You looked between the two men in shock before pulling Alexander’s face to yours. He melted into it, the two of you clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it. You pulled away, panting slightly. Luckily your parents had left during the kiss, but you still couldn’t shake your shock. You were going to marry Alexander Hamilton. After years of writing him in the war, you were finally going to marry him.

“I love you.” You looked up at him, never wanting to look away.

“I love you too.” He smiled at you, “And I promise I’m never going to leave your side again. Those years at war were too long. I never want to be that far apart again.”

“Agreed.” You nodded, pulling him in for another kiss.

The years of the war had been long and painful, but they were finally over. You could finally be with the man you had grown to love, in a nation that was finally free.


lots of people are upset after 3x20

but you know what, just think about it, if this nygmobblepot arc leads to nowhere it would be so stupid and pointless.
if this arc would be just a reason for the characters to change, well, nothing has changed, Os is not “darker” than before, after Ed shot him, he is still the same Penguin that we know. Maybe it kinda changed Ed but not really, and he has no idea what to do next, he’s still needs someone who would lead him (i might be wrong, but to me he didn’t change that much, like he’s still learning how to be a villain).
and if this nigmobblepot shit happened just to start a war between Ed and Os…
you’ve seen this “war”, it’s ridiculous. they just look like they miss each other but don’t want to show it to anyone and just play a game called “ i should act like i hate you and want to kill you but actually i don’t want to kill you and i don’t know what else to do”.

what i’m trying to say: don’t lose hope. It should end up with something that will make sense.

i might be wrong, we’ll see. maybe i’m too optimistic but i’m just trying to be hopeful

Words of Love

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff

A/N: This is my very first Hamilton Imagine! I hope you guys like it!


AU: Hamiltime

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Life was simple, at least it was.

You stayed at home, under the watchful eye of your parents. They didn’t not trust you outside in the public, they just wanted to keep you safe. You wanted to say that you understood that, but deep down, you didn’t.

You knew that your parents were major loyalists during the Revolution, they were the ones who brought you up with the values and opinions as they had. So, when Britain lost the war, to say they were in a state of shock was putting it mildly.

They isolated themselves, with fear of showing themselves in public. In doing so, they kept you by their side… or so they thought.

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Disclaimer: I did not find all of these easter eggs myself. I watched many Youtube videos and read many articles and gathered the best easter eggs and connections to the Star Wars movies and I compiled them into one organized post. Enjoy!

Grand Moff Tarkin and Princess Leia: 

Body doubles were used for the both of them but they special effects team were able to use Carrie Fisher and Peter Cushing’s faces on the bodies. (We don’t see the below scene in Rogue One, I just wanted to include a photo of the both of them together)

C3PO and R2D2! 

They’re in every Star Wars film, and in Rogue One we see them on Yavin IV near the end of the film before the Rebel fleet takes off to Scarif. (This screenshot is from A New Hope)

    Blue Milk

    We see blue milk on the table in Jyn’s home in the very first scene of Rogue One. Here it is in A New Hope.

    “It’s A Trap!”

    The well known line said by Admiral Akbar in A New Hope is said by Saw Gerrera in Rogue One when talking to Jyn about the Bodhi’s defection.

    “I have a bad feeling about this”:

    the infamous running gag that is in every single Star Wars film. In Rogue One, K2SO says it as he, Jyn, and Cassian infiltrate the Empire base.

    Rian Johnson

    Rian Johnson (far right), the director of Star Wars VIII has a cameo in Rogue One as a laser operator on the Death Star. Rian repaid the favor by giving the director of Rogue One, Gareth Edwards (far left), a cameo in Star Wars VIII.


    The name of the prison planet that Jyn is rescued on is called Wobani, which is an anagram for the name Obi-Wan.

    Mon Mothma:

     Mon Mothma is a politician in the Galactic Senate and leader in the rebel alliance to restore the resistance. We see her in Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith (played by the same actress) as well as Star Wars VI: Return of the Jedi (but she is played by a different actress of course since that film was released in 1983).

    Bail Organa

    Leia’s father. We see him many times throughout the film. Jimmy Smits reprises his role in Rogue One (we see him as Bail Organa in Star Wars Episodes 1 & 2)

    Aurebesh on Jyn’s Necklace

    Jyn wears a necklace given to her by her mother, a Kyber Crystal that contains an inscription in the alien Star Wars language Aurebesh. It says “Trust the Force”

    Ponda Baba and Colonel Evaza

    During their trip to Jedha, Jyn bumps into Ponda Baba and Colonel Evaza, the two tough guys that threaten Luke Skywalker while at the Mos Eisley Cantina on Tattooine.


    The flashback that we see of Jyn as a young girl watching her parents talk with Krennic actually takes place in the Erso family’s living quarters on Coruscant. You can see the city outside the window.

    Obi Wan Kenobi:

     Bail Organa said he has a “Jedi friend”, of course, referring to Obi Wan Kenobi.

    Captain Antilles: 

    Right after Bail Organa mentions his “Jedi friend” he walks out and talks to a man named Captain Antilles and tells him to get ready. We see Antilles again at the end of Rogue One, giving the Death Star plans to Princess Leia. Captain Antilles is also known as Vader’s first on screen kill in A New Hope. He gets strangled by Darth when he refuses to give up the plans to the Death Star.

    Darth Vader’s Castle on Mustafar 

    Mustafar is the lava planet we see at the end of Star Wras III: Revenge of the Sith, when Anakin lost the infamous lightsaber duel with Obi-Wan Kenobi and loses all his limbs. This is basically where Darth Vader as we know him was born. The director confirmed that Vader resides there to sort of punish himself. George Lucas wanted to include Vader’s castle in the Empire Strikes Back.

    Warwick Davis

    We know Warwick Davis plays Wicket the Ewok in Return of the Jedi, and in Rogue One he plays an alien creature named Weeteef Cyu-Bee who we see on Jedha as a member of Saw Gerrera’s militia.

    Krennic’s Empty Seat in A New Hope

    In A New Hope, when Darth Vader meets with Empire officers, there are some empty seats at the table. Before Rogue One we just assumed that they belonged to officers Darth Vader killed, but now we can speculate that one of the seats most probably belongs to Orson Krennic from Rogue One.

    Wilhelm Scream

     the audio scream in all the Star Wars movies. It’s heard as a stormtrooper is killed.

    The Guardians of the Whills

    Chirrut Îmwe and Baze Malbus use to be part of the now almost extinct order called The Guardians of the Whills, which were devoted to protecting the Temple of Kyber in the holy city of Jedha. One of the very first drafts for Star Wars was titled “Journal of the Whills, Part I” and then “Adventures of the Starkiller, Episode I: The Star Wars.” and then just “Star Wars” (Starkiller was Luke Skywalker’s original last name)

    “Rogue One”

     In the Empire Strikes Back, the rebel ships are named “Rogue Two, Rogue Three, etc” and Luke Skywalker is in the first ship but they call him “Rogue Leader”…. because there already was a ship called “Rogue One.”


    In a deleted scene from Star Wars (1977), we see Luke Skywalker on Tatooine look up and see Rebel and Empire pilots fighting. It is most probably the same fight we see in the third act of Rogue One. Click HERE to see that scene.

    anonymous asked:

    The anti yoonjins are the ones starting ship wars tbh. I ship yoonjin so hard, but I'm open to opinions as long as they're phrased in a respectful and polite way, not obnoxious -_- Secondly, we don't justify everything lol. We are just stating facts that are obvious. If you didn't know that, might as well do some research or if you missed out on something cause you couldn’t get it, read between the lines or something smh. Also, no one said they were dating lol (tbc)

    (cont) No one was forcing any dynamic on them LOL. It’s called shipping right? No one said anything about them legit dating right? Lastly, no chemistry? Ok, you can believe that if you want but let me point out that you DO NOT need to be physical, touchy or even loud with each other to have chemistry or to be close. My best friend is very much like Yoongi actually, but her boyfriend is super talkative and outgoing. The way he shows her affection is through little things like baking together,

    (cont) meaningful conversations and showing concern towards each other, etc. Yet they have intense chemistry and just click so well. They’re relationship is so strong and solid and they both have said that they can feel how much they love and care for each other through the simple things. It’s just that people express affection differently: IT’S CALLED LOVE LANGUAGE LMAO. Yoongi just doesn’t always show emotions and is pretty chill most of the time, which is why when Jin is all hyper and cringey

    (cont) and dorky, Yoongi just shrugs, looks down or smiles subtly. It’s his personality, an opposite from Jin. That doesn’t mean there’s tension or dislike towards Jin. It could also depend on his mood. Notice how sometimes, Yoongi is all chill and straight-faced, but sometimes, he’s holding Jin’s shoulders, following him, smiling and laughing with him, etc. If he really didn’t like Jin, he’d have his roomie changed and wouldn’t have said such sweet things regarding Jin.

    (cont/last) This was long, I’m sorry. I just wanted to rant. Hope you don’t mind! I love your blog, btw. Keep slaying and spreading the positive vibes <3

    it’s okay thank you for sending me rant, and send my love for your friends! hope their relationship will last long <33

    It’s All Jokes And Giggles Until Someone’s Pregnant

    Anonymous asked:  Pls write an Alex x reader w/ him coming back from war to find y/n pregnant?

    A/N: I’m back from vacation, but school’s starting soon. I got ((somewhat)) of a stock pile so we should be a-okay. I’ll still be posting every other day ((fanfiction wise))!!

    Word Count: 1608

    TW: Pregnancy, murder mention, throw up mention, dying/death mention, sex illusion stuff.

    AU: Hamiltime!

    Pairing: A. Ham x Reader

    “So, what is it, doctor?” You asked, nervously wringing your hands in your lap. You had thrown up every morning the past week, and your husband had just returned to the war. You needed to get better, quickly. “Am I dying?”

    The doctor laughed heartily. It nearly shook the room. After looking down at his makeshift clipboard, he met your gaze. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

    Your heart stopped, and still managed to jump in all these different directions. “What do you mean?”

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    ENFP Stereotypes

    by verdiscurse

    I really am tempted to join this “stereotype” boat because, for goodness sake, I can’t even stand looking over some MBTI posts because I know for a fact the ENFP answers are 78% stereotypical and skewed.

    Backstory: due to serious in-the-grip action, I thought I was an INFP for years. Then I settled on ENFP, and once again because of grip experiences, I often lapse into wondering if either I’m an ISTJ or an ENTP. But usually, I can pin down my actions to “unhealthy ENFP” and stick amongst the common use of the functions. However, unhealthy ENFP =/= stereotypical ENFP. There are many ways to be an unhealthy ENFP, a healthy ENFP, and how to tell amongst them? Time, time and time again, as well as objectivity. But first, let’s break down the stereotypes, shall we?

    ENFPs are magic, ditzy unicorns.

    I can’t even tell you how wrong someone is by assuming that Ne immediately translates into ditziness. ENFP is often seen as the magic poster child for ADHD (a pretty ableist conception, too) when in fact, once you give an ENFP a topic they care about, they will develop it so strongly AND pin it all down to one subject masterfully. In fact, I grew up an ENFP in a class full of mostly Sensors, and half of them (and not all of them Se-users, mind you) were diagnosed with ADHD. Meanwhile, I simply refused to concentrate on class when I didn’t give a shit about it (Fi) but when I did care about the subject, I went on huge rolls in class about imperialism, or geography, or Greek myths, or anything that could be tied down to the class. Thus my on and off “teacher’s pet” relationship with the teachers. Either I was their worst nightmare or their most trusted ally. It’s all a matter of engaging Fi correctly, and your ENFP will be one of the most valuable assets on your team.

    As for the “magical” part, I’d like you to introduce you to a personal friend of mine - unhealthy Fi! Do you think unhealthy Fi manifests in pure pureness of cinnamon rolls? No! It comes out to light as emotional suppression, or selfishness, or jerkass behavior that you really can’t tie to logical or outward emotion - no, it’s a way to deal with how we’re breaking inside. If you find a healthy Fi user, good for you! Lucky them who somehow kept believing in morality. There is such thing as unhealthy Fi and it’s a very common problem. So consider this every time you try to type a cute character as an ENFP.

    ENFPs wear their hearts on their sleeve.

    One name: Nathan Young. He is often mistyped an ENTP for his apparent “lack of heart”. Because “all he is” is immortal sarcasm in an orange jumpsuit. The truth is, sarcasm is more often than not the perfect cover for unwillingness to deal with feelings, and we all know the last thing Nathan likes to deal with is his own feelings. As is often the case of unhealthy Fi users. Feelings? Pfft! Nah, I’m an annoying cunt! Let’s be immature and mess around with everyone just for entertainment (does this sound like a Fe-user to you, even a tertiary Fe?) Never underestimate how unhealthy Fi, mixed with hyped up and twisted Te, will define character. Sometimes what you think is an ENTP with a temper is just a very clever ENFP pretending they have no feelings. But they do. Oh how they do.

    ENFPs cannot do commitment and are lazy

    Once again I will refer to a character: Jake Peralta. Seems like the typical ENFP, right? Jokester, class clown, unorthodox, weird…unicorn, right? Well, it is very well defined in Season 2 that Jake is not as simple as he looks outside - he is an outright workaholic. He can’t even take a single day off when he’s injured badly. So he looks lazy and go-with-the-flow, but he will never let a case go unsolved, he will never stop until he finds the murderer, he will never give up on his friends and family when they need him.

    Just as the stereotypes emphasize healthy Fi, they forget to mention unhealthy Te. That love for developing a project in a hundred different aspects I mentioned earlier? You will never find an ENFP who literally goes “Eh, who gives a shit” about a project they poured their heart into and didn’t come out as expected. Never. They will rant and rave about every detail, how this should have been better, how they should have put more time into this, that they should have thought twice about that…the list goes on and on. They will plan out everything about a project they care about and follow through if they’re mature enough.

    ENFPs have chill

    Is there a single chill Fi-user? Like, really really chill Fi users? I have yet to find one. Give me a Fi user and I will show you someone who is willing to murder, about a certain subject or person in their lives. Sometimes an ENFP might not immediately jump into defending something they care about because they know by experience that it’s not the wisest choice most times. But if it were up to them, they would defend to their dying breath the values or people they care about. ENFPs either have no chill or say they do BUT ARE LYING. I mean, this is so what I have garnered so far. Please tell me if I’m going overboard, but what I know about Fi is that a little thing like an outer opinion about the important things in life will not matter. True, like everyone, ENFPs crave approval and outer appreciation, but it’s rare that they’ll completely trash what they care about only because of outer opinion. If they do, it’s usually coupled with unhealthy perfectionism (“They were right, I never pay attention to sforzandos. Maybe I’ll never be able to do this right.”) But, little tip for anyone who is like me: it is true - a little opinion does not matter. The only thing that matters is putting Fi and Te on a seesaw and achieving balance. I could have done this better, but because I know obsessing about mistakes is painful and wrong, I will set out to fix this in the future. And everything will be better.

    ENFPs are social butterflies/flirtatious

    I really don’t know where this stereotype came from, because last time I checked, a Fi-user (even a Ne-user) isn’t a natural addict of social interaction. I have heard that ENFPs are the most introverted of the extroverts, and I think I’ll stand by this. Usually most social interactions don’t sit well with me unless they’re about a subject I care about. “You want to go to a thing on Saturday?” “No.” “It’s a Star Wars con.” “Sign me up.” Or else. “We need people to come to this seminar at 3:00.” “I have to study, sorry.” “But it’s about biotechnology.” “What kind?” I mean, that might just be me. After all, I had a hell of a time on my prom, though by 2:00 a.m I was already missing home. Thoughts, ENFPs? This is more a personal thing, but I reiterate: it’s a stereotype.

    As for flirtatious, call me a redneck if I say that I’m not boy crazy. I also have a bad habit of letting myself flirt around guys I like even when I don’t plan for it. But I will leave this space blank for anyone to reply. It took me until tenth grade to feel anything romantic but that might have to do with a past experience. I’m pretty sure you will meet plenty of ENFPs who don’t even even feel sexual or romantic attraction.

    Destroy all ENFP stereotypes. Please stop calling me a keet, a precious cinnamon roll, or comparing me to Pinkie Pie, or assuming ENFPs are hopeless optimists. If an ENFP fits this description, good for them! But when you see ENFPs in posts that classify them by types of intelligence only in the “interpersonal intelligence” section (ONLY THAT ONE OUT OF ALL OF THE NINE), you know something’s wrong.

    Thoughts on SWR Magazine #5

    Sabine is missing!  As the Ghost crew searched for any trace of Sabine, Ezra thinks the big round orange painting is some kind of pointer to where Sabine’s been taken to.  Although it could just be nothing other than a big orange ball.  *shrugs* 

    Sabine has been captured by and sold to slavers who are attempting to tame her.  ALMIGHTY ASHLA HELP THE SLAVERS….you know what I mean!  They would be lucky to survive any attempts to tame one of the mightiest Mandalorians in the entire galaxy.  

    That look on Sabine is a death glare.  Oh yes!  Cat lady will be dead very shortly.  I just know it.

    But still oh boy…it hurts to see precious Sabine being abused. 

    This comic reaches into the most touchy and sensitive issues that dominates the GFFA; Slavery.  I’m not sure whether slavery is legal within the Empire (I’m sure it’s still part of Sheev’s shady dealings), but it is something that even Vader still despises as he also grew up as one.  But to live as a slave is as low as you can fall, because the dark corners of the galaxy is where you will end up.  Slaves are subjected to deep abused, and can easily be made to disappear with no trace of their existence whatsoever.  A lot more can be said about this but not for the post at hand. 

    Long story short, the slaver has become the tamed.  Cat lady is lucky to be alive as far as I’m concerned.  These SWR Magazine comics really do add to the SWR story as @kimbachan pointed out.  

    Anyway about the ending.  You see Ezra passing Sabine her paint spray back.

    “Here, thought you might be missing this.” 

    Sure you are Ezra…we all know you are just trying to impress the girl of your dreams. 

    Please accept an image of Ezra with purple hair.

    Poster reconstructed from two separate pages.  Showing Ezra riding Chopper, with Lothal capital city in the background.  Damn I love this poster.

    Letter from Hydra
    "Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky"
    Letter from Hydra

    I knew I’d eventually end up writing a Marvel parody. I just didn’t expect it to be a week after I first started watching.

    This is a parody of “Letter from the Refuge” from the musical Newsies. The premise: Bucky writes a letter to Steve shortly after being captured by Hydra. Whether or not you want to actually imagine him writing it, or if it’s all in his head is up to you. 

    It was inspired by the line from Civil War “your pal, your buddy, your Bucky”– it sounded a lot like a line from the original song “your friend, your best friend, your brother, Crutchie”. Of course, after actually seeing Civil War, the line was not as sentimental as I had imagined it being, but I couldn’t shake the idea, so I did this. Hope you enjoy!

    Lyrics under the cut:

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    anonymous asked:

    What's a spoony? And what's the spoon theory?

    A spoonie can refer to any individual who suffers from a chronic illness. The term originated from a post written by Christine Miserandino entitled The Spoon Theory, which you can read below:

    My best friend and I were in the diner, talking. As usual, it was very late and we were eating French fries with gravy. Like normal girls our age, we spent a lot of time in the diner while in college, and most of the time we spent talking about boys, music or trivial things, that seemed very important at the time. We never got serious about anything in particular and spent most of our time laughing.

    As I went to take some of my medicine with a snack as I usually did, she watched me with an awkward kind of stare, instead of continuing the conversation. She then asked me out of the blue what it felt like to have Lupus and be sick. I was shocked not only because she asked the random question, but also because I assumed she knew all there was to know about Lupus. She came to doctors with me, she saw me walk with a cane, and throw up in the bathroom. She had seen me cry in pain, what else was there to know?

    I started to ramble on about pills, and aches and pains, but she kept pursuing, and didn’t seem satisfied with my answers. I was a little surprised as being my roommate in college and friend for years; I thought she already knew the medical definition of Lupus. Then she looked at me with a face every sick person knows well, the face of pure curiosity about something no one healthy can truly understand. She asked what it felt like, not physically, but what it felt like to be me, to be sick.

    As I tried to gain my composure, I glanced around the table for help or guidance, or at least stall for time to think. I was trying to find the right words. How do I answer a question I never was able to answer for myself? How do I explain every detail of every day being effected, and give the emotions a sick person goes through with clarity. I could have given up, cracked a joke like I usually do, and changed the subject, but I remember thinking if I don’t try to explain this, how could I ever expect her to understand. If I can’t explain this to my best friend, how could I explain my world to anyone else? I had to at least try.

    At that moment, the spoon theory was born. I quickly grabbed every spoon on the table; hell I grabbed spoons off of the other tables. I looked at her in the eyes and said “Here you go, you have Lupus”. She looked at me slightly confused, as anyone would when they are being handed a bouquet of spoons. The cold metal spoons clanked in my hands, as I grouped them together and shoved them into her hands.

    I explained that the difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted.

    Most people start the day with unlimited amount of possibilities, and energy to do whatever they desire, especially young people. For the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions. So for my explanation, I used spoons to convey this point. I wanted something for her to actually hold, for me to then take away, since most people who get sick feel a “loss” of a life they once knew. If I was in control of taking away the spoons, then she would know what it feels like to have someone or something else, in this case Lupus, being in control.

    She grabbed the spoons with excitement. She didn’t understand what I was doing, but she is always up for a good time, so I guess she thought I was cracking a joke of some kind like I usually do when talking about touchy topics. Little did she know how serious I would become?

    I asked her to count her spoons. She asked why, and I explained that when you are healthy you expect to have a never-ending supply of “spoons”. But when you have to now plan your day, you need to know exactly how many “spoons” you are starting with. It doesn’t guarantee that you might not lose some along the way, but at least it helps to know where you are starting. She counted out 12 spoons. She laughed and said she wanted more. I said no, and I knew right away that this little game would work, when she looked disappointed, and we hadn’t even started yet. I’ve wanted more “spoons” for years and haven’t found a way yet to get more, why should she? I also told her to always be conscious of how many she had, and not to drop them because she can never forget she has Lupus.

    I asked her to list off the tasks of her day, including the most simple. As, she rattled off daily chores, or just fun things to do; I explained how each one would cost her a spoon. When she jumped right into getting ready for work as her first task of the morning, I cut her off and took away a spoon. I practically jumped down her throat. I said ” No! You don’t just get up. You have to crack open your eyes, and then realize you are late. You didn’t sleep well the night before. You have to crawl out of bed, and then you have to make your self something to eat before you can do anything else, because if you don’t, you can’t take your medicine, and if you don’t take your medicine you might as well give up all your spoons for today and tomorrow too.” I quickly took away a spoon and she realized she hasn’t even gotten dressed yet. Showering cost her spoon, just for washing her hair and shaving her legs. Reaching high and low that early in the morning could actually cost more than one spoon, but I figured I would give her a break; I didn’t want to scare her right away. Getting dressed was worth another spoon. I stopped her and broke down every task to show her how every little detail needs to be thought about. You cannot simply just throw clothes on when you are sick. I explained that I have to see what clothes I can physically put on, if my hands hurt that day buttons are out of the question. If I have bruises that day, I need to wear long sleeves, and if I have a fever I need a sweater to stay warm and so on. If my hair is falling out I need to spend more time to look presentable, and then you need to factor in another 5 minutes for feeling badly that it took you 2 hours to do all this.

    I think she was starting to understand when she theoretically didn’t even get to work, and she was left with 6 spoons. I then explained to her that she needed to choose the rest of her day wisely, since when your “spoons” are gone, they are gone. Sometimes you can borrow against tomorrow’s “spoons”, but just think how hard tomorrow will be with less “spoons”. I also needed to explain that a person who is sick always lives with the looming thought that tomorrow may be the day that a cold comes, or an infection, or any number of things that could be very dangerous. So you do not want to run low on “spoons”, because you never know when you truly will need them. I didn’t want to depress her, but I needed to be realistic, and unfortunately being prepared for the worst is part of a real day for me.

    We went through the rest of the day, and she slowly learned that skipping lunch would cost her a spoon, as well as standing on a train, or even typing at her computer too long. She was forced to make choices and think about things differently. Hypothetically, she had to choose not to run errands, so that she could eat dinner that night.

    When we got to the end of her pretend day, she said she was hungry. I summarized that she had to eat dinner but she only had one spoon left. If she cooked, she wouldn’t have enough energy to clean the pots. If she went out for dinner, she might be too tired to drive home safely. Then I also explained, that I didn’t even bother to add into this game, that she was so nauseous, that cooking was probably out of the question anyway. So she decided to make soup, it was easy. I then said it is only 7pm, you have the rest of the night but maybe end up with one spoon, so you can do something fun, or clean your apartment, or do chores, but you can’t do it all.

    I rarely see her emotional, so when I saw her upset I knew maybe I was getting through to her. I didn’t want my friend to be upset, but at the same time I was happy to think finally maybe someone understood me a little bit. She had tears in her eyes and asked quietly “Christine, How do you do it? Do you really do this everyday?” I explained that some days were worse then others; some days I have more spoons then most. But I can never make it go away and I can’t forget about it, I always have to think about it. I handed her a spoon I had been holding in reserve. I said simply, “I have learned to live life with an extra spoon in my pocket, in reserve. You need to always be prepared.”

    Its hard, the hardest thing I ever had to learn is to slow down, and not do everything. I fight this to this day. I hate feeling left out, having to choose to stay home, or to not get things done that I want to. I wanted her to feel that frustration. I wanted her to understand, that everything everyone else does comes so easy, but for me it is one hundred little jobs in one. I need to think about the weather, my temperature that day, and the whole day’s plans before I can attack any one given thing. When other people can simply do things, I have to attack it and make a plan like I am strategizing a war. It is in that lifestyle, the difference between being sick and healthy. It is the beautiful ability to not think and just do. I miss that freedom. I miss never having to count “spoons”.

    After we were emotional and talked about this for a little while longer, I sensed she was sad. Maybe she finally understood. Maybe she realized that she never could truly and honestly say she understands. But at least now she might not complain so much when I can’t go out for dinner some nights, or when I never seem to make it to her house and she always has to drive to mine. I gave her a hug when we walked out of the diner. I had the one spoon in my hand and I said “Don’t worry. I see this as a blessing. I have been forced to think about everything I do. Do you know how many spoons people waste everyday? I don’t have room for wasted time, or wasted “spoons” and I chose to spend this time with you.”

    Ever since this night, I have used the spoon theory to explain my life to many people. In fact, my family and friends refer to spoons all the time. It has been a code word for what I can and cannot do. Once people understand the spoon theory they seem to understand me better, but I also think they live their life a little differently too. I think it isn’t just good for understanding Lupus, but anyone dealing with any disability or illness. Hopefully, they don’t take so much for granted or their life in general. I give a piece of myself, in every sense of the word when I do anything. It has become an inside joke. I have become famous for saying to people jokingly that they should feel special when I spend time with them, because they have one of my “spoons”.

    Hope this cleared it up!

    Is Being Huge a Diamond Thing?

    So lately I’ve been a bit conflicted as to whether or not to stick with my theory of “Rose was larger before, but somehow got smaller when she stopped being a Diamond, and the scale of the main statue in the fountain might be an indication of her former height” or to consider a new possibility that’s come up, which I’m equally intrigued by.

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    I can finally accept Sakura and Sasuke being together because I actually think they had something when they were young. Sakura and Karin were the only girls in Sasuke’s life, so if he ended up with one of them, it works for me ‘tho I don’t ship it. 

    But when it comes to Naruto and Hinata, I couldn’t feel anything towards this couple… at all. Maybe because the entire manga, even until chapter 699, Naruto was still in love with Sakura. Maybe because I can’t picture Naruto has a happy, loud, awesome love life with the quiet Hinata-sama. He actually fell in love with Hinata in the movie, after the genjutsu-throwback whatsoever thing that seemed so forced to me. 

    I agreed that the only reason these ships were canon is so they can make Naruto Gaiden to make money. And I’m glad that so far, there is no Hinata in the story because everytime she showed up as Naruto’s wife, I always feel some awkwardness between them. And I can’t help but feel that Naruto’s feeling for Sakura is still remain, although they’re not married or something. Whenever I see Naruto talking to Sarada and acted fatherly to her, I’m feel like he’s actually the one who should be with Sakura. 

    Their family will be loud and filled with happiness and excitement. I see that they will be too perfect for each other and that would be unfair to other couples maybe haha.

    If Naruto and Sakura ended up together, both Sakura and Hinata will be independent character and they’re exist not only to be the shadows of their first love. Hinata can live happily without his Naruto-kun, and so is Sakura. Naruto would be able to fulfill all of his dreams and those developments in 699 chapters won’t be a waste. Sasuke can be with Karin because she lights his world more than Sakura, and he actually do cared to her. 

    Those parallels between Narusaku - Sasukarin will result very great ending. It would be totally make sense and no one will question how can they ended up together because both Narusaku and Sasukarin have entire manga to prove their developments and relationship, while Naruhina only has few chapters, and had to make one movie to make them canon. 

    Trust me, I’m trying my best to love Naruhina and accept them, but whenever I remember Hinata’s character and how much Naruto loved Sakura in the entire manga, I just can’t feel anything towards Naruhina at all. It seems so blunt to me. I know there might be some missing moments after the war until Naruto - The Last that we don’t know that may cause the love sparks between all these couples, but that’s not what we read for these past few years, so one movie is not enough to make me believe that Naruto’s feeling changed that easily. And especially now, when I read Naruto Gaiden and his priority is still to save Sakura or make sure that she has a happy life and taking care of her daughter. I just can’t. Their chemistry is too strong for me that I feel sorry for these two for not ending up together.

    Sakura may seemed happy with Sasuke and accept the fact that his husband has to leave her for years. Naruto may seemed happy with his kids and his dream as Hokage fulfilled, but there’s something missing in these two’s lives. Their laughs and happiness that they used to share together. Naruto may obsessed with Sasuke, but he can only have those shy-redface-smile when he’s with Sakura. And Sakura always seems so alive when she was with Naruto.

    Now those things are gone, and I can’t help but feel sorry for them because in the end they can never tell that they were once have strong feeling towards each other just because they both think they don’t deserve to be with each other. They were simply thinking of each other’s happiness to the point that they never really confess what they were really feel. For me, their story is so tragic that if only they were given the chance, they will definitely have a different story and I supposed, it would be a happier one.