I like Mary. I think she's awesome. I don't see why she has to be evil.
Oh, boy, okay.
Listen you can like Mary all you want – I loved her too before the fucked up her entire story arc – but her entire arc was building up to be a villain, and a badass one that was going to go down with a fight.
I’m REALLY not trying to be pedantic here, Nonny, but asks like this force me to pull out receipts, all of which I’m sure you’re not going to read, because who likes to be proved wrong, but I digress. I always end up sounding more harsh than I am when all I want to do is educate you on my perspective and what the narrative is teaching us.
THAT’S Why she’s a villain. When a character kills the title character of a show, they are coded as the bad guy unless they do a redemption arc that actually is a redemption.
Mary had NO redemption arc AT ALL. Even in S4, Mary is STILL manipulating and emotionally abusing Sherlock and John against each other with her fucking creepy-assed DVDs and her belittling of John in T6T. She still runs off to go do her little assassin things and still lied and manipulated everyone. And I know the argument is going to come up, but Mary’s gunshot was NOT a redemption. A redemption arc has the ex-villain doing a good deed and being genuinely sorry for their past actions. Not ONCE Mary has ever apologized for any of the shit she put everyone through. All of it was a plan, especially if she had creepy DVDs made FAIRLY RECENTLY (you can tell because of the hair style) to send out to people. Also:
YOU ARE EVIL IF YOU ACTIVELY OR POSTHUMOUSLY TELL SOMEONE TO GO KILL THEMSELVES.
That and Mary’s entire death scene was RIDICULOUS and completely contradicted EVERY rule that was established in this universe only 2 episodes prior on how characters die.
Nonny, Mary’s character arc is one I have been passionate about for many years, even before I was a Johnlocker, because her character was fascinating to me, and helped me understand the psychology and make sense of events that were happening in my life at the time. Right up until TAB, Mary was being coded as the next Moriarty. For some reason or another, Mofftiss decided to turn her into an “assassin with an heart of gold” and failed spectacularly.
If Mary truly was good, she WOULD HAVE TOLD JOHN FROM THE BEGINNING WHO SHE WAS, OR AT LEAST TOLD SHERLOCK SHE NEEDED HELP. HLV would have not played out as it did. Instead deciding that killing Sherlock was her only option so that she could continue to manipulate John, since she knew he was most malleable when he was grieving Sherlock.
You can read Mary’s character however you want, I could care less… well okay apparently I do because of this reply… But please, seriously consider that what became of her character really made no goddamned sense to the narrative arc the built for her and quite frankly really lazy writing. Just because she is a woman, doesn’t mean that she is nice and sweet and not abusive. Excusing her of her brand of emotional abuse and manipulation is really sexist.
The most expensive way ever to get the police involved.
My wife and I had a first floor condo in what had previously been a nice complex. Unfortunately, over time the couple who lived above us (hereafter designated AA for Angry Alcoholic and AAG for Angry, Alcoholic Girlfriend) began drinking heavily, or maybe they just got louder about their drinking. Nearly every night became a massive screaming match between them. They’d stay up until 2 AM shouting at each other at the top of their lungs, then one of them would put on music at top volume to drown out the other. Their taste in music wasn’t actually bad but when it’s 2 AM and my floor is vibrating, it’s a problem. Sometimes they’d even take their fight out into the parking lot, just to be sure all the neighbors were treated to a detailed explanation of who had cheated on who recently (both), and who was threatening to dump who and leave right now. (Neither of them ever actually left, they just went out to their car and threatened to, loudly.)
Then in the mornings he would “work on” his car in the car in the carport right outside our front door. As far as I can tell the all he did was sit there and rev the engine for (it seemed) hours on end. I have no idea when he slept, maybe while we were at work? We and other neighbors complained to the condo board, who issued a warning, which AA and AAG ignored. Eventually the condo board started fining them, but AA found a genius solution- just don’t pay the fine. All the condo board could do was, eventually, put a lien on AA’s condo, but that would only become a problem for him when he sold the place. Apparently, they couldn’t actually foreclose on him, or maybe they just didn’t want to go to the trouble.
Trying to talk to him directly was useless- if we managed to catch him during a rare moment of sobriety, he’d just kind of blow us off, but if we caught him while he was drunk, he’d get pretty threatening and was then even louder for a few days.
We even tried calling the police, but they weren’t really interested unless he actually crossed the line into a felony. They gave him a few warnings, which he also ignored. Maybe if he’d actually beaten me or one of my other neighbors up, they’d have done something, but none of us felt like getting into a fight to find out. Plus there was always the risk that the cops would arrest everybody involved in the fight on general principles, and none of us wanted an arrest record.
Eventually, my wife and I decided to sell our condo and move, for multiple reasons that definitely included AA and AAG. Because of the timing of our move, our realtor wound up actually showing the condo while we were home a couple of times, and we discovered that one of the potential buyers was a city police officer, her husband, and their 1-year old baby. (I guess their old place was too small now that they had a kid.)
Unfortunately, their offer was $3,500 below the top offer. After talking it over, we told our realtor to accept their offer anyway, and we’d just eat the loss. So AA and AAG had a cop move in directly below them.
I’m Facebook friends with a couple of our old neighbors, and in the six months since we moved, AA has been arrested multiple times, and had his car impounded at least once. Apparently he’s now trying to be quieter, but that only lasts until he gets drunk and then he’s screaming again, and his new downstairs neighbor has long ago had enough of his shit, and does not appreciate it if he wakes up her kid. And I guess she also doesn’t appreciate it if he shouts at her. He’s in an “obnoxious neighbor” war with a cop, and he’s losing badly. Hopefully soon he’ll wind up in jail for longer than a couple of days.
Um so hey you TOTALLY got me obsessed with the idea of Bo Katan and Fenn Rau being a thing, which is killing me cause absolutely no one else ships that. Totally love your art work (and if you ever have the time seeing them again would be AWESOME). Also the mer-mandos are so freaking cool!
OKAY HERE GOES (I didn’t exactly set out to invent a ship here but whoops)
Between The Lawless and the Siege of Mandalore, when Bo-Katan would be rallying anyone to oppose Maul, I’m pretty sure that Fenn Rau and the Protectors would support her. But I also think the two of them would clash personally at first, with Rau having been (judging by his later comments to Sabine) firmly against Death Watch, and taking Bo to task for what he perceives as betrayal…
“I didn’t share your sister’s ideals, but at least she cared about our people! You and Vizsla brought that horror down on us!”
“Do you suppose I don’t know that? Do you suppose I don’t… Can you not see that I’m fighting to set things right?”
and later, after they’ve fought as allies…
“I spoke out of anger earlier, and I regret it now. You are the rightful head of Clan Kryze and you have my allegiance and my loyalty.”
“Your allegiance I accept. I’m content to earn your loyalty.”
Could I request some Jason angst? Pretty please? Or rather, angsty please?
Why not? You caught me in the right mood
Jason doesn’t laugh out loud anymore. Laughter has bad associations, so he sort of smiles behind his hand instead. It’s an unconscious thing, and he hasn’t noticed the change. (Have Alfred and Bruce noticed? You betcha. Jason used to laugh a lot when he was little, and the difference is upsetting.)
Similar: Jason used to watch a lot of old TV reruns with Alfred, but now the laugh tracks make him edgy, and he can’t sit through more than a few minutes.
During the years where Jason was dead, Bruce ritualized a lot of the stuff he and Jason used to do together, and even though Jason’s back now, he’s still keeping up the schedule. That means that Jason can’t do stuff like go to his favorite restaurant on his birthday without running into Bruce. He doesn’t want to run into Bruce. He doesn’t go to his favorite restaurants anymore.
Canonically speaking, when Bruce adopted Tim, it was all over the newspapers. That was a year after Under the Red Hood, so Jason must have seen it, and I’m guessing that wasn’t fun for him.
It’s one thing to lose the role of Robin, but it’s also important to remember that Bruce was Jason’s dad, in the eyes of the law and the family. If it was hard to hear that Tim replaced him as Robin, I imagine that Tim becoming Bruce’s son was full-on soul crushing :)
Things I Noticed In Olaf’s Frozen Adventure Trailer
I needed to wait until I got home from work before I could post anything about this trailer. Fortunately, I was able to watch the trailer at work (hey, I was on my break, okay?) so I could jot down a few notes about some of my observations.
First, Anna and Elsa look absolutely gorgeous, don’t they?
I love the colors: Elsa a deep blue, Anna a lavender shade (and yes, I’m probably off but cut me some slack, I’m colorblind). Both Elsa and Anna are wearing new headpieces, though only Anna’s is visible here. Looks a bit like holly. And check out the bells on Anna’s neckline.
Oh, and bells are everywhere. More on that in a moment.
One thing that noticed about Anna’s jacket: it closes left over right, like a men’s shirt. I remember reading eons ago that the reason why men’s shirts and jackets buttoned left over right (as opposed to right over left, like we see in women’s fashion) was to help facilitate the drawing of a sword. A man could reach up and undo the buttons with his off-hand, allowing him to draw his sword with his dominant hand the moment the jacket had opened. Maybe this isn’t actually true. But wouldn’t it be cool if Anna’s jackets were designed this way because she regularly carries a rapier or something similar?
Remember when I said that bells are everywhere? Check out the trailer. They’re on the banners, Anna’s dress, the castle has one ringing, people are carrying staffs with bells atop. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the food was in the shape of bells. But bells aren’t the only thing in abundance in the trailer…
The Yule goat shows up everywhere. In fact, it’s about as abundant as the bells. They decorate the bottom hem of Anna’s dress, they dangle from people’s doors, they hang from the aforementioned bell staffs. And in an amusing twist, there’s also a variation of the Gävle goat. Y’know, the giant Yule goat that gets sets ablaze each year despite every attempt to keep that from happening? And what happens to them?
Yup. Crispy critters. Nice one, Disney.
A couple of other things:
Olaf’s bow tie is actually the same petals that comprise the majority of the wreaths that are hanging around the castle. It gets changed later, though.
His bow tie is now partially Elsa’s signature snowflake. Oh, and you know this star-encased snowman is going to the top of the tree.
And finally, it’s nice to see that Arendelle is very much open to multiple denominations, faiths, and practices.
1: Fact: People are so unaware…. well, ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression. - Dylan A Virtual Book EXISTENCES By: Dylan Properties: This book cannot be opened by anyone except Dylan (some supernatural force blocks common people from entering). <<-VoDkA->> <<-Dylan->> 2: The 4 stages from within: most, few, some, none Me is place outside all the boxes. 3: El Thoughtzos Ah yes, this is me writing … just writing, nobody technically did anything, just I felt like throwing out my thoughts - this is a weird time, weird life, weird existence. As I sit here (partially drunk with a screwdriver) I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops … music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking … about the asshole - in gym class, how he worries me, about driving, & my family, about friends & doings with them, about girls I know (mainly - & -) how I know I can never have them, yet I can still dream … I do shit to supposedly ‘cleanse’ myself in a spiritual, moral sort of way (deleting the wads on my computer, not getting drunk for periods of time, trying not to ridicule/make fun of people (-) at school), yet it does nothing to help my life morally. My existence is shit to me - how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake - artificial, induced (?) by thought, how everything connects, yet it’s all so far apart … & I sit & think … science is the way to find solutions to everything, right? I still think that, yet I see different views of shit now - like the mind - yet if the mind is viewed scientifically … hmm I dwell in the past … thinking of good & bad memories. 4: A lot on the past though … I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when I got so fucked up w my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Bennet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body … as I see the people at school - some good, some bad - I see how different I am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet I’m on such a greater scale of difference than everyone else (as far as I know, or guess). I see jocks having fun, friends, women, LIVEZ. Or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe) like ignorance = bliss. They don’t know beyond this world (how I do in my mind or in reality or in this existence) yet we each are lacking something that the other possesses - I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned & they lack the overdeveloped mind/imagination/knowledge tool. I don’t fit in here thinking of suicide gives me hope, that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life… that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe - my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me - my soul (existence). & the routine is still monotonous, go to school, be scared & nervous, hoping that people can accept me … that I can accept them … the NIN (Nine Inch Nails) song Piggy is good for thought writing … The Lost Highway sounds like a movie about me … I’m gonna write later, bye <<-VoDkA->> 5: Da ThoughtZ Jeah Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea. My life is still fucked, in case you care … maybe, … (not?) I have just lost fuckin 45$, & before that I lost my zippo & knife (I did get those back) Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (god I guess, whoever is the being which controls shit). He’s fucking me over big time & it pisses me off. Oooh god I HATE my life, I want to die really bad right now - let’s see what I have that’s good: A nice family, a good house, food, a couple of good friends, & possessions. What’s bad - no girls (friends or girlfriends), no other friends except a few, nobody accepting me even though I want to be accepted, me doing badly & being intimidated in any & all sports, me looking weird & acting shy - BIG problem, me getting bad grades, having no ambition of life, that’s the big shit. Anyway … I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now, & my favorite contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much. The battle between good & bad never ends … OK enough bitchin … well I’m not done yet. OK go … I don’t know why I do wrong with people (mainly women) - it’s like they are set out to hate & ignore me, I never know what to say or do. - is soo fuckin lucky he has no idea how I suffer. 6: Okay here’s some poetry … this is a display of one man in search of answers, never finding them, yet in hopelessness understands things … Existence … what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The pretty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefinable, of the unknown. He explores the everything … using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions … the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content. TTYL <<-VoDkA->> 7: Thoughtz Yo … whassup … heheheheh … know what’s weird? Everyone knows everyone. I swear - like I’m an outcast, & everyone is conspiring against me … Check it … (this isn’t good, but I need to write, so here …. Within the known limits of time … within the conceived boundaries of space … the average human thinks those are the settings of existence … yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions”, says the ponderer, “but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions - L, W, & H, yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions. My realm of thought - Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists - anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them. Another … a dream. Miles & miles of never ending grass, like a wheat. A farm, sunshine, a happy feeling in the presence, Absolutely nothing wrong, nothing ever is, contrary 180 (degrees) to normal life. No awareness, just pure bliss, unexplainable bliss, The only challenges are no challenge, & then … BAM!!! realization sets in, the world is the greatest punishment. Life. 8:Hypnosis place - It is a sky - with one large cloud, & sort of cloud-made chair - the sun is at the head of the chair … 10 o’clock up into the sky … Below, I sometimes see mist, & the green (forest green) earth - sorta a city, yet I hear nothing. I relax on this chair - actually like a chaise - & I am talking … to what? I don’t know - it’s just there, I have the feeling that I know him, even though I consciously don’t … & we talk like we are the same person - like he’s my soul … The everlasting contrast … Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. Yes, the everlasting-contrast. Since existence has known the ‘fight’ between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good, the ‘people’ on the earth see it as a battle they can win. HA fuckin morons. If people looked at History, they would see what happens. I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those un-existable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy. Another contrast, more of a paradox, actually, like the advanced go for the undevelopeds realm, while some of the morons become everything dwellers - but exceptions to every rule, & this is a BIG exception - most morons never change, they never decide to live in the ‘everything’ frame of mind! Laterz <<-VoDkA->> 9: <<-VoDkA->>’s Thoughts The - Situation It is not good for me right now (like it ever is) … but anyway … My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained … “passed on” … in my book. Ever since - (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him … that’s the only place he’s been with her … if anyone had any idea how sad I am … I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve felt lonely … when - came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes) we did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” I feel so lonely, without a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around -> … I hope. That’s all - for this topic - maybe I’ll never see this again. (-> ô=- -=ô) <<-VoDkA->> 10: My 1st Love???? OH my God … I am almost sure I am in love … with -. Hehehe … such a strange name, like mine … yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular. Her friends (who I know) - some - I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If - soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno … :-) -, I love you - Dylan
You know what I love? Tea. When it's nice and hot and has a couple sugars in it... Mmmmm.. It is SO good!! I could drink tea aaallllll day! Especially Earl Grey tea, that's my favourite tea ever! It's just so tasty... Mmmmmmm... TEA. Although... I do like coffee as well.... But not as much as TEA! Thought I would share that with you since you seem like an easy going kinda guy... Not highly strung at all. Not even a little bit... TEA.
AU where Shiro and Keith are going on a date to have some alone time and have dinner.Later when Shiro has to go outside to make a quick phone call to check up on the kids and somebody starts flirting with Keith and when Shiro comes back he has to come to Keith's rescue.
[The Voltron Family] Shiro and Keith were having a date so they headed to a hotel to enjoy a 5 course set dinner for two and so far the night was going great. They were just patiently waiting for their food to start arriving when Shiro remembered about their kids. The kids were with The Galras for the mean time because Allura couldn’t watch over them since she was on duty at the hospital.
Shiro: *looks at his watch that Keith gifted him* It’s 9pm. I should probably check on the kids, just to make sure they’re not causing Zarkon some trouble. Keith: *nods* Alright, go do that. I’ll just steal all your food when it arrives. Shiro: *chuckles* Please don’t do that, love. Keith: *smirks* Can’t promise you that. Shiro: *shakes his head fondly* Alright, I’ll be back.
Shiro stood up and left to go outside of the restaurant to make a quick call to check up on the kids. Keith sat there slowly looking around and so many couples wearing fancy dresses and suits were eating and chatting. He looked at himself and he was actually glad that Shiro and him got to dress up in tuxedos and have some time to themselves.
God. Shiro looked so handsome with his fricking bowtie and Keith wanted to die. How on Earth did he get so lucky to have married someone so wonderful, smart like Shiro? He didn’t deserve him and they were married for 5 years already. He groaned as he unconsciously brought his head down to the table thinking about how amazing Shiro was with the kids and as his husband. His cheeks started to heat up just thinking about it when his thoughts were disrupted.
Random handsome guy: *sits down across Keith* Sorry I was late, babe. Traffic. You know how it is. Keith: *looks at the guy in confusion* *slowly gets up from the table* Random handsome guy: Didn’t mean to be late. Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Do I know y—
Random handsome guy: *eyes wanders around* Of course, we’ve been dating for a few years now. *chuckles* You silly bab. Keith: *shifts in the table* Uh, I think you’ve mista—
Random handsome guy: *whispers* Just play along. Keith: *whispers* Why?
Random handsome guy: I saw you groaning as you wait for your date that people started to look at you. I can’t stand douche bags who ditch dates especially someone as attractive as you. Keith: *flushes* Oh, god. You’re mistaken!
Random handsome guy: *blinks repeatedly* What do you mean? You’re not on a date? Keith: Oh, I am on a date but—
Random handsome guy: And this person didn’t show up. *shakes head* Honestly, I hate it when— Keith: I’m on a date with my husband! *frantic*
Random handsome guy: *fish mouths* W-What? Keith: *runs his fingers through his hair* *chuckles* He’s just outside making a quick call to our kids. Sorry, I totally get now what you’re trying to do but it’s not what it looks like.
Random handsome guy: Oh. So why were you… like dying on the table? Keith: *eyes widens* *flushes* Nothing! It was nothing. *bites his lip* *embarrassed he got caught and a lot of people saw*
Random handsome guy: *apologetic* Oh gosh. I’m sorry. *chuckles* I’m Heinrich by the way. And you are? Keith: Keith. *smiles* You… uh, I don’t mean to assume, German? Heinrich: *smiles fondly* I am. How did you know? Keith: The accent mostly gave it away. Heinrich: Of course. *chuckles* You Japanese? You have their beautiful eyes. Keith: Yes…. *nods* *squints suspiciously* *looks around to look for Shiro* Heinrich: So, you’re married? Keith: Yeah, yeah I am. *sweats nervously* Uh, shouldn’t you go back to your table since it’s just false alarm? Don’t you like have a date too or something? Heinrich: *waves hand dismissively* Oh it’s nothing. Just a family dinner. Keith: *nods* Right. Okay. Heinrich: *smiles wider* I’d like to keep you company until your husband comes back if you don’t mind? Keith: But why? Heinrich: Like I said, I don’t like seeing attractive people being left alone especially at such a fancy place like this. Keith: Please don’t say that. Heinrich: Say what? That you’re attractive? I’m only stating a fact, Keith. Keith: That’s a very subjective fact. Heinrich: *hums as he stares at Keith* I don’t think so though. I’m pretty sure your husband would agree with me. I sure do hope he tells you that everyday. Keith: *tries to check is Shiro’s finally back using his peripheral vision* *is very distracted* *looks back at Heinrich* Sorry, tell me what again? Heinrich: *chuckles* That’s you’re very beautiful. Keith: *cheeks starts heating up* *fondles with the table mantle* Uh… Heinrich: I’m guessing you don’t really get compliments that often? If I was your husband I’d say that to you every second if I’m just being honest. Keith: *stammers* Umm… that’s kinda excessive. *forces a chuckle* Heinrich: You think? I don’t think so though. A man like you needs to be… Shiro: Keith! Keith: *looks up and sees Shiro walking his way* *smiles* *silently praises all the gods* Shiro: *stands next to Keith and looks at Heinrich* And who’s this? Heinrich: Ah, you must be the husband? Shiro: I am. Taskashi Shirogane. Heinrich: Hmmm. *gives Shiro a once over and then looks at Keith again* I can see it now. Shiro: *cocks his head* Heinrich: *stands up* Keith will tell you what happened here. I’m Heinrich. It was nice seeing a beautiful married couple tonight. *smiles* *whispers to Shiro* Your husband seems to have a difficult time accepting compliments. It’s honestly adorable. You’re a very very lucky man. Shiro: *stiffens* *looks at Heinrich* Heinrich: *smiles kindly* Well, I’ll go back now and leave you two to your dinner date. Hopefully we’ll see each other again soon, Keith. *smiles at Keith* Keith: *gives him a small smile*
As soon as Heinrich left, Shiro sat on his seat again and he looked at Keith.
Shiro: What was that? I walked back as fast as I could when I saw you looking like you wanted to just leave the table. You looked so uncomfortable. Keith: *sighs and buries his face in his hands* Shiro: *giggles* You looked so flushed.
So Keith told him everything when their food arrived and Shiro was so amused at the same time a little bit jealous.
Shiro: You really can’t stand compliments, can you? Keith: They’re embarrassing. *sighs* Shiro: Yeah, but the man was just stating a fact although in such a flirty way but, a fact is a fact. Keith: *stares at Shiro* Shiro: What? Even I give you compliments, Keith. *smiles softly* Are you telling me you don’t like it when— Keith: It’s different when it’s you, Takashi. *whispers* I’m in love with you, not with him. Shiro: Keith, that’s low blow. *blushes* Keith: What? *smirks* I’m just stating a fact. *mocks* Heinrich should see you flush when I tell you I’m in love with you. You’re just so red. It’s adorable. Shiro: I hate you sometimes. I’ll make sure you pay for that later. Keith: I love you too, my darling. *chuckles*
Square-Enix compares Noctis and Lunafreya to Cecil and Rosa
Upon seeing the artist Sakimi-Chan’s typo of FFIV instead of FFXV, the official FFXV account stated that “coincidentally, there’s a strong couple in FFIV too”.
If you are unfamiliar with the game, FFIV has one of the most romantic couples of the FF series: Cecil and Rosa. Interestingly enough, Cecil and Rosa marry and are King and Queen. They also have a little baby!
So SE considers Noctis and Luna a strong couple, like Cecil and Rosa! What a nice thing to find out on Valentine’s Day!
2x04 was the first episode I watched
of this show and even after marathoning through the whole show this weekend, I’m still only here for VStrand and his new introduced bf (who I hope is still very alive, @amc, he better be!). xoxo