what the experts say

oh but they were experts on women. if she’s on her headphones just talk to her, she’ll like your confidence. if she’s walking, she likes the compliments you give her. she’s at a bar because she wants to sleep with you, she’s just playing hard to get, keep pushing. women don’t like nice men, women like leaders. women don’t like gentle, they like being beaten. what’s the deal with this women’s march! it’s not like they’ve got anything wrong with them - it’s worse elsewhere, after all, isn’t it, than inside this land of freedom. no women have been president just because they’re not right for the job, obviously. women aren’t good at science, is all, that’s why they won’t make money. it’s just that women are emotional, bad drivers, aren’t really aware of what they want for their bodies. what if they cut those tubes and later realize they want kids! don’t even talk to me about how sad it is when a woman doesn’t have a uterus - or else disgusting, and vile, and she should be ashamed of it - you know, it’s what makes them women. but seriously though why don’t they just hold in their periods. i’m not joking! why should birth control be free? if you don’t want pregnancy, don’t get pregnant! the body has ways of preventing that. women don’t have anything to be upset about, what was even the message of the march?

the voice of a woman: we are upset about a lot. the violence, the discrediting, the constant backlash of society. that a man’s life means so much more than a woman’s life that a legitimately convicted rapist was given a shorter sentence for fear it might ruin his life to have committed the crime, rather than destroy hers. who cares about hers.

the voice of a man, again, louder, and on repeat: but i don’t care! listen to my voice! i’m an expert! i’m on t.v.! who cares what she says! just listen to me!

Unpopular Critical Opinion #1

I’m not too crazy about a lot of redesigns.

I think it’s a great think that young artists are putting there work out there and I do see a lot of potential. Instead of just putting people down for their art, I want to give some pointers. Of course, a major part of improving art is to seek constructive criticism, so here’s my two cents:

A lot of redesigns I’ve seen tend to be overly detailed. If you want to make a standalone art piece, that’s great! But if you’re working with characters who are going to be drawn over and over again, it’s best to keep it simple. Yeah, a lot of the designs in SU are unimaginative or wanky lookin’, but the minimalism works in their favor… for the most part. The simpler designs are more memorable and allow more time to focus on quality animation without having to worry about too much detail, something the show does not take advantage of, unfortunately.

It’s pretty easy to create an appealing design without using too much elements. First, you want to identify that shapes and gestures that are associated with a particular character. For example, Amethyst is round and curvy.

(Sorry for the poor quality, I just threw this together in a couple minutes to make a point)

Anyways, here I used curvy lines and circles to construct her basic silhouette. For this design, I tried to emulate a slightly bottom-heavy form by giving her a pear-shaped body, sloping shoulders, and hair that moves downwards to bulge at the bottom. Once you have a good idea once your basic form will consist of, then you can build upon the design by adding clothes or accessories that follow the rules you establish. I my case, it’s circles, curves, and a bottom heavy motion. The sleeves slope off of her shoulders as the bottom curves around the hips.

Next up is color:

I do agree that Lapis is too neon for my tastes, but some redesigns and recolors overcompensate by making her colors too dull and drab. This is especially noticeable when the pyrite is incorporated. It’s presented as a dingy yellow when the mineral is actually a really shiny gold.

Seeing this is is a cartoon and not a first-person shooter, the colors should be… colorful… yet distributed well. You don’t want to avoid all of the combinations of hues, shades, tints, and tones. You also don’t want to look like an amateur who picked all of your colors from mspaint.

(I’m not going to put effort into a demonstration, so I apologize)

To get my color scheme, I referenced some of the various minerals that compose lapis lazuli: deep blue lazurite, gold pyrite, and white calcite. I try to keep my color scheme limited but varied. I establish a dominant color (blue), and slightly change the saturation and tone of it. That way, I could add variety and differentiation to my character’s color scheme while keeping a low contrast. You see this with Lapis’s hair and skin (including her dress in the second example).

Since the gold and white are bright colors, they can create more contrast against the blue. I utilize them to create points of interest where the viewer’s eyes will be attracted to. On the first example, the dark blue diamond pops out from the contrasting white dress. I also use tiny gold details on the face since it contrasts with the blue skin. On the second example, I use the gold to create visual interest on the otherwise low-contrast dress. The white calcite on this example serves the same purpose as the gold pyrite in the first. 

Also, take note of the simplicity, The silhouette mostly relies on the tear-drop shapes on the form. The bright, eye-catching colors and details are used to a minimume and serve to add points of interest.

Anyways, that’s all I have to say. I’m not an expert, just sharing what I know about basic design. This was meant to be an unpopular opinion but turned into the guide no one asked for. My next posts are gonna be more controversial, but I’ll try my best to elaborate instead of pop the ye ole snarky post to attract angry anons.

anonymous asked:

do you think events would have turned out differently if elizabeth i and mary queen of scots actually met?

Maybe. It’s possible, maybe even probable.

Elizabeth was always conflicted and reluctant to execute MQoS, whether for personal reasons or because she didn’t want to set an “example” (although her predecessors had already done that). Well before her imprisonment, they did a dance for years that was one of mutual monarchs, as well as familial, even parent-child. Sarah Gristwood in Game of Queens seems to implicate their relationship even had a romantic flavor, or at least a charade of courtship. Elizabeth was always cautious (and jealous/competitive/fearful) of Marie, given her undoubted legitimacy, but arguably she seems to have perhaps harbored a bit of fondness toward her. Some sentimentality? Or perhaps just respect for the fact she, too, was royal and a (former) monarch.

Had they gotten to meet face to face, I imagine it would have been more difficult for Elizabeth because it’d be even more personal. Marie knew this. She wanted to exploit it and begged for a meeting with Elizabeth – if I’m right, almost to the end.

But I also think it needs to be remembered that while Elizabeth began her reign quite liberal insofar as religion went – we know she didn’t want to meddle in people’s individual faiths (so long as they believed in Jesus) – she became, like so many, harsher as time went on. According to scholars, Elizabeth’s list of prisoners in the Tower far exceeds her father’s. While she might have gone years initially without executing for heresy, she became quite prolific with torture. In fact, she had a priest tortured for four months by none other than her boyfriend – I mean her favorite, Robert Dudley. Basically, I think Elizabeth was more ruthless than she’s been painted, but also more reluctant to head straight for the death sentence (with people of note anyway).

So, it might have changed things. However, ultimately what seems to have condemned Marie was the perceived threat, which Elizabeth’s advisers immediately responded to and made sure to have her executed before Bess could turn around and change her mind.

I do think a meeting would have had some kind of effect on Elizabeth. She may have stayed her hand longer, or forever. Then again, she may have signed the death sentence even quicker, if she feared the power and charisma Marie (who had a great deal of charisma, even if she was a not-so-efficient actual monarch imo) might be able to carry over her subjects.

Had she had her executed, even after meeting her, I’d say it’d have a greater effect over Elizabeth. But to be fair, I think Elizabeth treated Marie’s execution a lot like a band-aid she didn’t want to rip off; once it was done, sure she was remorseful, but she wasn’t exactly torn up over it. I think she was much more worried about the political ramifications (since Marie was undoubtedly a royal) than actually executing Marie as a person, per se?

I personally incline toward it would have happened regardless, but that’s just me.

(AU where Elizabeth and Marie become lesbian queens tho y/y??? Sry Dudley you can brood in the corner with your therapy dogs)

I’m actually more interested in her relationship with Philip II of Spain; I would say he was arguably more her equal and nemesis. They actually did know each other and had been good friends once – indeed, he had been her supporter; an ally; even a prospective husband… and then her bitter enemy, wishing for her death. Of course, this is an often overlooked relationship (with the exception of the Armada) as it does not have the cat fight and girl on girl hate people enjoy – which is a damn shame imo bc Philip seemed to admire Elizabeth a lot, even love her (platonically!) for a time.

anonymous asked:

jimon + jace doting over his bf and panicking when simons sick with the smallest cold ever

asdfghjkl jace is so extra

Jace knows something’s up as soon as he walks into the Institute. Alec is leaning against a table, waiting for him, trying incredibly hard to look casual, which he could probably achieve if he didn’t look like he’d just swallowed a lemon. 

“What’s wrong.” Jace demands as soon as he draws close. 

“Hey, Jace.” Alec responds neutrally. “How was your mission?” 

“Fine.” Jace says shortly. “Now tell me what’s wrong.” 

“Nothing’s wrong, why would anything be wrong, things are going fine?” Alec says rapidly, his tone getting higher towards the end. Jace blinks. 

“It’s like you think if you speak fast enough, I just won’t hear any of it.” 

“That’s not true.” Alec protests. “Look, it’s no big deal, you wanna spar? Go a few rounds with staffs, and then switch to blades?” Jace squints at him; the request seems natural enough, and he’s not averse to hanging out with Alec a little. Maybe Alec was talking to Magnus before Jace walked in; the man usually leaves Alec out of it. It’s adorable.

“Sure.” Jace says, finally relaxing. “Let me go drop my stuff off in my room and change into something more comfortable. Simon’s still asleep in my room, I think; I’ll wake him up and then join you, so - “


Jace pauses from where he’s halfway turned towards a corridor, pivoting back slowly to stare at Alec, who’s looking panicked now. 

“I mean, come on Jace, I haven’t seen you in so long - “

“You mean in two hours - “

“ - why don’t we hang out right now, in another room - “

“Mm-hm.” Jace says, frowning, turning his back on Alec and making his way to his room. “You’re hiding something from me.” He yells over his shoulder, and he hears Alec’s exasperated sigh fade away. So there’s something in his room they don’t want him to see, and he’s pretty sure the only thing in his room is Simon. Did Simon break something? It wouldn’t be the first time, Jace thinks, amused. Supernatural speed translates into supernatural clumsiness as well, which is cute and all but sort of deadly for all of Jace’s breakable possessions. 

“Jace!” Izzy says, appearing in front of him. Jace startles back, blinking, before he straightens up and looks at her. “Hey, why don’t you come to my room for a bit? I need some advice.” 

“Advice” He repeats flatly. “With what?” 

“…fashion.” Izzy says confidently. “You are the resident expert in leather jackets, aren’t you?”

“Sure.” Jace responds pleasantly. “I’ll just go to my room and change first - “

“No, why don’t we go straight to my room - “

“Yeah, not happening.” Jace shakes his head, smiling despite himself. “Alec already pulled this song and dance. Come on, whatever it is, I’m sure it isn’t that bad. Let me go to my room.” 

Izzy sighs, stepping aside and shaking her head. “Just try not to overreact, okay? It’s really not a big deal. It’s under control.” 

“I don’t overreact that much.” Jace says, indignant, as he reaches his room. “I’m sure you’re all misreading the situation. And me.” 

He pushes the door open and walks through, freezing at the sight that greets him. Simon is curled into a ball in his sheets, his face blotchy and red. His boyfriend looks feverishly sick, sweat mingling with the bloody tears leaking out of his eyes. Clary is sitting in a chair besides him, pressing a damp washcloth to his forehead, and Simon is making these pitiful little groans that stop as soon as he sees Jace. 

“I told you to keep him away!” Simon moans, at the same time that Jace bellows “MY BOYFRIEND IS DYING?”

Oh yeah,” Izzy mutters quietly, “we sure did misread this situation. You’re not overreacting at all.” 

Jace ignores her and stalks over to the bed, falling to his knees and pressing his hands against Simon’s cheeks. Simon sighs. 

“I’ll be fine in like twenty minutes.” He mutters. 

“He really will be.” Clary chimes in. “It was just a batch of tainted blood, his body’s already healing itself.” 

“You look miserable. You can’t keep something like this from me, you - fuck, you’re burning up. What can I get you? Magnus, we should call Magnus. He’ll know what to do. Maybe Catarina? She can help, right? And Raphael and the rest of the clan. They probably have a few ideas too. And - “

“Stop.” Simon wails. “I don’t need a goddamn army for a tiny cold that will be gone in eighteen minutes now.”

“Twenty minutes.” Clary says, exasperated. “That’s all they needed to delay you for.” Jace ignores her, his gaze roaming over the rest of Simon’s body. He’s under a huge pile of blankets, his hair in disarray and the faint imprint of pillow marks across half of his forehead. The feverish sweat is reducing, but Jace thumbs over a bloody tear leaking out of Simon’s eye and bites his lip. What if he doesn’t get better, what if it gets worse, what if something unimaginable and horrifying happens to Simon and he never gets to see that pretty smile again, what if he doesn’t get to grow old with this man - 

“Breathe, Jace.” Simon says calmly, his hand reaching up to cover Jace’s, and Jace startles out of his thought, taking a deep breath. Simon looks carefully at him, and then struggles into an upright position. 

“Can you guys give Jace and me a moment?” Simon asks, and Jace is distantly aware of Clary and Izzy filing out. 

“I’m not good at this.” Jace mutters once the girls have left, finally letting his hands drop to Simon’s waist. Simon laughs. 

“Yeah, no shit.” He grins. “I think you forget that I’m basically immortal.” 

“That doesn’t make you immune to getting hurt.” Jace argues mulishly. Simon shakes his head, another snicker escaping him, and tugs at Jace’s shoulders. 

“C’mere.” He murmurs, something softer in his voice, and Jace goes willingly, rising up and letting Simon rearrange them until Jace is sitting in between Simon’s legs, Simon’s back against the headrest. They’re pressed close together, and it soothes something in Jace to have his knees pressed against either side of Simon and broad hands wrapped around his back, anchoring him. 

“I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.” Simon says, and Jace closes his eyes and clutches Simon closer, his fingers digging hard into Simon’s hips. 

“You sure?” he asks, his voice low and worried. “I can bring you extra blood, or take you to someone if you don’t heal fast enough - “

Jace.” Simon says firmly. “I’ve stopped sweating and my head is clearing up. I’m a vampire, and you have to let me be one.” 

“Alright.” Jace exhales slowly, nodding, and Simon beams at him. “I might - a little - I mean, I know that maybe I…can come on a little too strongly about this.” His boyfriend snorts at that. 

“A little.” Simon snickers. “The first time I got sick you were about to go out with a hunting party to track down the poor blood bank that I got my blood from. A hunting party. For a blood bank.”

“I stand by it.” Jace says proudly, ignoring Simon’s laughter. 

“Of course you do.” Simon shakes his head, fond. He presses a slow, gentle kiss to Jace’s lips. The soft push-pull of their mouths eases some of the tension in Jace’s shoulders, and he feels it begin to be replaced with the radiating warmth that being around Simon always brings, and with it a slow, lazy tendril of lust. “You’re a little neurotic about my health. It’s cute, in a I can’t believe my boyfriend is weirder than me way.”

“I’m not.” Jace grumbles. “I’m sensible.” 

“Sure babe.” Simon placates. “Sure.”

About Last Night

They shouldn’t have slept together. But they did. Now for the aftermath.

Also on AO3/FF.NET 

unbeta’d. All mistakes my own…


A prompt from @distant-rose: best friends secretly pining plus locked in a closet by other frustrated, impatient and exasperated friends. A baby ficlet dedicated to @nickillian

Emma Swan: expert at running away from shit. That’s what her obituary would say.

And by shit it would mean anything remotely resembling a situation where her emotions would be exposed and she would get hurt. Which was why she was currently hiding in Mary Margaret Nolan’s den.

“I’m failing to see the problem,” the brunette mused over a steaming cup of tea.

“Ms - I slept with Killian.”

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Prompt: Translator

Percival spends a lot of time with the scamander brothers. So much time that he is able to understand all the British lingo. So when Newt takes the job of being MACUSA’s resident creature expert, Percival has to explain what Newt is saying.

*Newt: hurry up and bitch the pot.
Aurors: ???
Percival: pour the tea.

*Newt: Oh the criminal is locked in the boot.
Aurors: you put him in a boot.
Percival: the trunk.

*Newt: Yes I’ll be there on time, I want to try out the tube here.
Aurors: What?
Percival: Subway.

Best part is when Newt get really frustrated and starts ranting and Percival just talks everyone through what he’s saying like it’s completely normal.

AU asks

Send an emoji and I’ll answer some AU-themed questions

☕️ Coffee shop AU: What’s your favorite coffee order? Describe your ideal coffee shop? If a complete stranger wanted to ask you out at a coffeeshop, what would work on you? What pick up line would you use to ask a barista out?

📓 High school AU: What clique where you in in high school? What was your favorite subject? Who were you in love with in high school? What’s your most romantic memory from then?

💐 Flower shop AU: What kind of flowers do you like? Would you rather give flowers or have someone buy flowers for you? If you were mad at someone, would flowers make you forgive them? If you could send flowers to someone for free and in secret, who would you send them to?

📚 College AU: What did you (or do you plan to) study in college? What’s your favorite cheap college student meal? If someone asked your friends what you’re an expert at, what would they say? If you could choose one fictional character to be your college roommate, who would you choose?

💞 Soulmates AU: Do you believe in soulmates? What two fictional characters do you believe are soulmates? What’s one quality you absolutely know your soulmate has to have?

🚘 Road trip AU: What are your top road trip destinations? What three tumblr users would you take on a a road trip? What’s the coolest attraction/location you’ve ever seen in your country? What kind of car would you want if money were no object?

☢️ Post-apocalyptic AU: What’s something you absolutely have to do before the world ends? How do you think the world will end? What’s the place you feel safest on earth? What fictional character do you think would be the best apocalypse buddy?

anonymous asked:

Can I please please please request some Eremin with sick Armin? Fever, puking, headache, conjestion, the works. Make that sweet boy miserable.

I’m really out of order on my requests, but I couldn’t get this one out of my head! It’s great! This is set right before Trost, while they’re still in training. Enjoy!

“Are you feeling any better?” Eren asks as he comes back into the barracks, a glass of fresh water in his hand. Upon seeing Armin curled over the bucket in his lap, he has his answer. “I guess not,” he says, plopping down next to the sick boy and rubbing his shoulder in an attempt at comfort.

Armin just groans in response, his hands clutching at the edges of the bucket so hard that his knuckles are white. Each heave intensifies his headache, sending a shock of pain through his skull. He spits out one last mouthful of bile, which joins the other contents with a loud splash, and sinks back into the pillows.

Upon hearing how congested Armin sounded, Eren had stolen every pillow he could and given them to Armin. “It’ll help you breathe,” he explained.

Taking a moment to try to catch his breath and settle his angry stomach, Armin finally regains his voice. “You should be out training with the others,” he whispers. His throat is too sore to talk any louder than that.

“What?” Eren sounds genuinely shocked. “Don’t be silly, you’re too sick to be left alone right now. Plus, I’m the doctor’s son, so I know what I’m doing.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Armin points out. He’s so stuffed up that it’s difficult to make out what he’s saying.

Fortunately, Eren is an expert at speaking Armin. “Whatever. Go ahead and drink the water that I bought you. You need to stay hydrated.”

At the mention of drinking anything, Armin’s stomach gives an angry gurgle. “It’s not going to stay down,” he protests feebly, swallowing hard against the rising nausea.

“C'mon, just a couple sips and I’ll leave you alone,” Eren wheedles. Armin grumbles but gives in; he’s never been good at saying no to Eren.

By some miracle, he’s able to drink some of the water without it immediately coming back up. He sighs in relief. Even the small effort of drinking is enough to wear him out, and his eyes slip shut against his will. They shoot open again when he feels a hand on his forehead.

“You’re really warm,” Eren says, frowning as he withdraws his hand. “Maybe I should go get a medic.”

Armin rolls his head from side to side. “I’ll be okay,” he murmurs. “I just need to sleep.” Sleeping sounds absolutely heavenly right now.

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Eren agrees. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here.” He runs a hand through Armin’s bangs soothingly, and Armin finds himself drifting off to the sound of Eren’s voice. “On the other side of the wall, there are mountains, and oceans, and huge stretches of sand that go on so far that you can’t see where they end.”

Armin dreams of reaching the ocean, and him and Eren playing in the water. Someday they’ll get there.

baker151910  asked:

"Ginny, will you join me for a dance?" Trevor asked her at a club. (Mike is standing next to her and acts all protective and it Ginny is turned out by Mike's jealously.)

Ginny eyes grow wide at his question, a sincere look staring back at her.  She had no intention of dancing with this man, the past needing to stay in the past.  They can share pleasantries, but anything past “good game” was unnecessary.

As he stood in front of her, eyes eager, prepared to lay on the charm if she said no, the same way he’d gotten her the first time.  But she knew better this time.  She was no longer the naive minor league player living in Texas and in desperate need of human contact.  

Trevor had been fun, but their relationship had been built on a lie, and that wasn’t something she was interested in…boyfriends that blatantly disregarded her wishes.

She moves to open her mouth, smartly declining his offer when Mike, who had been standing beside her, moves himself almost directly in front of her, shielding Ginny from Trevor’s gaze, that seemed to be obviously traveling over her at this point.

“This your new guard dog?” Trevor jokes, the gruff look that Mike was sending at him not so much terrifying the younger man but amusing him.

“Mike,” she warns, grabbing onto his arm, her short nails still finding purchase in his skin and squeezing.

He doesn’t even hiss at the gesture, instead steeling himself even further in front of her.

“I think we’re good here,” he grunts out, but Ginny is seething at this point, practically pushing him away from in front of her.  Eventually dropping her hand from his arm, before slinking between the men vying for her attention.

“Maybe you should let her speak,” Trevor offers, his confidence rubbing Ginny the wrong way.

The men both step in, almost squishing her in between them, their faces dangerously close to her and each other.

She can feel the angry heat coming off of Mike, and she turns her back to Trevor, instead focusing her eyes on Mike, her hand coming out to grab his chin, focusing his glare at her.

His eyes flicker with recognition at the seriousness of the situation, the annoyed way her brows furrow when she’s particularly frustrated with him.

“Back off,” she angrily whispers at him, and even though the music is loud, she knows he can make out what she’s saying, having become an expert at reading her ticks, every movement a telling piece of the puzzle.

He gives one more glance at Trevor, before turning and stalking off to find a chair at the bar.

Her head lowers, a deep sigh, thankful that at the very least that had been handled.

When she turns back around to Trevor, he’s wearing a satisfied grin as if he’d won.

“Wipe that grin off your face, I’m not dancing with you,” she bites at him.

His grows to confusion, and she just shakes her head.

“You wanted me to speak, right?  Well the answer is no,” she fires at him, throwing her hair out of her face as she leaves him in search of a sulking Mike.

She sidles up to him at the bar, having already started nursing a beer, which she quickly makes her own.

“I see caveman Mike has graced us tonight,” she says with a swig of his, now her, drink.

He doesn’t acknowledge her comment, instead glancing over her shoulder, as if searching for something.

“Where is he?” He asks.

“Trevor?  I sent him packing,” she says with a grin into the bottle.

“Ahh, so I was right,” he says with a satisfied grin of his own.

“No,” she says, her brows furrowing, and a hand coming out to smack his chest.  “I can handle myself, old man.  I don’t need the head of the geriatric department as a bodyguard, thanks.”

“Got it,” he says, his eyes never leaving her’s.

“Do you?” She asks with a gesture of her hand, flinging up in a way that has he him fighting back a smile.

He just nods at her, before signaling the bartender for another beer.

“Plus, I don’t want to dance, my back hurts, long day,” she explains with a dimpled smile, her excuse falling flat to Mike, knowing full well that was not the case.

He grabs his beer, bringing it up to knock the neck of her own drink.

“Welcome to the geriatric department, Rookie.”

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The entirety of Nate & Jeremiah by Design so far is just actual husbands Nate & Jeremiah telling straight people who’ve fucked up their own homes to shut the fuck up and do what they say because they’re the experts here

please do yourself a favor and watch this show, I am so alive

Arryn Zech & Bob Morley: A Timeline Post No One Asked For

right before we begin let me just say that a) I have been on this train the longest and I have bragging rights b) no there has been no confirmation that they’re dating from either of them I just wanted to put together a timeline so people could make their own assumptions.

Let’s begin, shall we?

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“You shouldn’t be with him you should be with me” Spike

Hunting with Buffy wasn’t exactly something that always went smooth, there could be hiccups here and there but usually things always worked out okay. Though tonight you’d had a surprise guest. Spike had ended up getting in the middle of you, Buffy and the creature you were after. You guys had everything planned out and knew what was going to likely go down, except you hadn’t planned for Spike showing up. Finished with the hunt Buffy had arranged to meet with Angel after, leaving you and Spike yet all you wanted to do was go home and you did, but you were accompanied by Spike. You had told him you’d be fine walking there on your own but he persisted and you just gave in. Mid walk you pulled out your phone and began to type, which caught his attention. “What are you doing?” he asked, looking over your shoulder. “Texting BF/N” you shrugged and hearing a scoff from behind you, you furrowed your brows and looked at Spike. “What?” you asked confused. “That guy doesn’t even know what you do, does he?” he questioned, knowing the answer all too well. “He doesn’t need to get involved in all this, he’d probably freak” you said, not thinking much of it though Spike evidently felt different. “If he cared about you, he’d want to know everything about you and if you cared about him, you wouldn’t lie” he commented as he sped up his walking speed. Mouth dropping you pocketed your phone and hastily caught up. “Hey! Don’t you question my relationship!” you defended as you looked up to him trying to keep up. “A relationship, that’s what you call the thing between you and that wanker?” he scoffed once again as he stopped in his spot. “Oh cause you’re a relationship expert?” you asked sarcastically, offended by what he was saying. “I know that I’d be a hell of a better boyfriend that him” Spike confirmed, cocking his head to the side. “Why do you care so much? You don’t even know him? You don’t know anything about what we have” you argued with him, crossing your arms over your chest. “That’s because you don’t have anything!” he said raising his voice at you. “Why are you all of a sudden so hot and bothered with who I see? Before I started dating this guy, you and I never butted heads, we had fun. What the hell is your problem now?!” you yelled, throwing your arms in the air. “I’m hot and bothered because you shouldn’t be with him…” he trailed off as he lowered his voice his temper coming down. “You should be with me” he finished exhaling lightly, his eyes focused on yours as he revealed how he felt.

Rhetorical Devices Asks
  • Alliteration: Name a song you like that starts with the same letter as your first name.
  • Allusion: What is your favorite myth?
  • Aphorism: What is your favorite quote/saying?
  • Appositive: What do you think is your most defining quality?
  • Anecdote: What is your favorite childhood memory?
  • Concession: What is something common that you don't agree with or don't like?
  • Contradiction: Does your blog reflect your real life, or are you totally different?
  • Diction: What is your favorite word?
  • Ethos: What is something you consider yourself an expert on?
  • Hyperbole: What is something that you say too often?
  • Synesthesia: List three of your favorite smells.
  • Genre: What is your favorite type of literature?
  • Imagery: List three of your favorite sensations.
  • Invective: Have you ever had a fight with a close friend?
  • Juxtaposition: What is something you like that most other people would find strange?
  • Logos: Do you like to watch documentaries?
  • Pacing: Are you laid back or excitable?
  • Pathos: When was the last time you cried?
  • Rhetorical Question: What is a question you love to answer?
  • Style: If you were the main character of a novel, what era do you think it would be from?
  • Syntax: Do you use good grammar in your texts?
  • Understatement: Are you easily stressed?

tyrellsimsoficeandfire  asked:

Hi Joanna :) Thanks for liking and reblogging my Dead Ladies post on your sideblog. Now some anon asked me to do another post to include ALL of Rhaella's ladies-in-waiting. You seem kind of an expert on that topic. What do you say, which dead ladies can be counted among the potential candidates without violating George's canon? (Maybe Cassana Estermont and Minisa Whent?)


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