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tpwkwriter · 11 months

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PLEASEE do one when H and y/n are at Harrys DWD premier and Chris pine is very flirty with y/n and looky with her and harry just gets protective and does all the things he can do to prove to him that y/n is his, pleaseee that would be so cute

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Didn’t he just look so dreamy this day? 😭thanks for the request bc I’m actually crying of how cute this concept acc is😫 enjoy!❤️

PLEASE NOTE: I am aware Chris pine would never hit on a taken woman this is for story purposes only!!!!🫶🏼

Warnings: jealousy, cussing, some flirty behaviour, angstyyyy, upset Harry 😭, fluffy ending!!!

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It was a sunny day in Venice, the sky was a light blue, the sunshine was really doing its thing, it was a perfect day to be a plus one at Venice film festival.

When y/n heard about Harry’s upcoming physiological thriller ‘don’t worry darling’ she was ecstatic.

Every moment in his crazy career she was there for she hadn’t missed a a single thing.

“Y’not joining me for the carpet?” He asks realising her hand was no longer locked in his.

“This is your moment H, m’happy to watch” she smiled.

He glanced over to the carpet to which Chris pine, gemma chan and nick kroll were already occupying.

“I wouldn’t have done with film without you lovie, c’mon” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and taking her hand once more.

“Fine” she sighed.

When Harry revealed them from the black curtain that shielded them from the world, the mixed audience of fans, film enthusiasts, paparazzi and journalists, erupted into cheers and heckles.

“Harry, Harry over here!”

“Harry we have questions for you!”

And to y/n’s surprise even some directed to her.

“Y/n you look beautiful”

“Y/n are you proud of this movie”

In a loving and protective manner Harry slid his arm around the girls waist and guided her next to Chris for photos to be taken.

As the main cast/crew member pictures had been taken, Gemma went off to have an interview? Nick found himself speaking to Harry which left y/n and Chris still next to each other.

“You Look good y/n” Chris says turning to the girl now having his full attention.

“Oh Chris, thank you! You don’t scrub up to bad either!” She playful gested

“Y/n, Chris come over we have some questions!!” a male reporter chanted.

Chris placed his palm on the lower of y/n’s back and walked towards the reporter.

Harry took a glance back at where he thought y/n was, a panic filled his mind when he couldn’t see her or Chris.

“Don’t panic mate she’s right there with Chris” nick noted making him turn the opposite direction.

“How did you-?” He asked.

“I know you too well, she’s all you think about” nick laughed.

Harry turned to his girl who spoke to the microphone the man was holding towards her.

Watching her do the most simple stuff made Harry realise how lucky he truly was.

The only thing he was sure of is the eyes of the one and only Chris pine staring her down.

Now, Harry wasn’t normally a jealous type but when a man like Chris appears, he can’t help but feel like he has no chance.

“Yeah, no y/n has been great! She delivered us all hot coffee and if we were lucky then donuts” Chris laughs thinking about the fond memories there shared through the filming.

Chrises hand slowly rubbed up and down her exposed arm as she spoke.

That did not go unnoticed by Harry.

“But filming was super fun to watch and seeing the movie made it all really worth it! I mean everyone involved did great”

“And it’s amazing seeing the actors behind the-“

Harry had snaked his muscular arms around her waist forcing Chris’s to remove his, and pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“Oh hi Harry” she giggled

“Carry on Angel” he reassured.

“As I was saying yeah- um it was really interesting seeing behind the scenes”

Harry continued pressing mini kisses to her cheek and using his thumb to slowly trace her waist.

“The world is going to go crazy over this” the camera man laughed.

Y/n blushed and placed her hands on top of Harry’s.

Once the interview was over Harry pulled the girl close to his chest.

“Y’do know the world can see us” she said giving into his touch nonetheless.

“Oh well, at least the world know y’mine” he emphasised.

“Hey guys” a familiar deep voice chimed.

“Hey man” Harry replied reluctantly letting go of his girl.

“You 2 joining us for some fine dining?” He said straightening his blazer and hair.

“You up for it baby?” Harry asked looking back to his girl

“Oh yeah of course” she smiled.

“Great well I guess I’ll see you then!” He said patting her arm and heading off into the posh car to be taken to the location.

“God he has a thing for you” Harry said annoyingly with a roll to his eyes.

“Harry” she laughed

“Chris pine has a thing for me?” She continued.

“Mmm not sure about that love” she giggled.

Y/n wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I love you” she mumbled into his side.

“Love you too”

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The cast of ‘DWD’ sat around a table that was located in one of Venice’s fanciest restaurant and poshest experiences.

Y/n couldn’t deny Harry had looked devilishly handsome the whole day and despite being next to the idols like Chris and Nick she only had eyes for him and will only have eyes for him.

Y/n was sandwiches between Harry and Chris with jemma, Nick opposite with Florence and Sydney head of the table.

“I love the material of your dress y/n” Chris nonchalantly mumbled while running his fingers on the red satin dress.

“Yeah it’s nice right, don’t you look beautiful baby” Harry was quick to say pressing a kiss on her temple.

“Where is it from?” Chris asked.

“Oh this is-“ y/n started.

“This is Gucci isn’t it darling? My very own collection tailored and measured especially for her” Harry spoke.

“Yeah, yeah that he did” y/n bash fully laughed.

“Wow! That’s crazy, I’m invited actually to be one of Guccis models for next month’s catalog” Chris bragged maintaining eye contact with Harry.

“Maybe you two should do a fashion collab” y/n mentioned taking a sip of her wine.

“100%” Chris mumbled into his napkin that he delicately patted around his lips.

The rest of the night went down a blast the girls shared laughter and gossip as the evening went on, Harry and the rest of the boys managed to have a conversation and the dining experience itself was great.

Harry just couldn’t take his eyes off of what Chris was to do next.

While y/n was speaking to Gemma who was adjacent to her Harry noticed Chrises heart eyes.

“Oh it’s lovely, me and Harry went a few years back missed it ever since” she began

“Where’s this y/n?” Chris interrupted.

Harry noticed the sudden interruption due to him, he placed his palm on her knee and gave it a light squeeze in a way to show he’s sorry for the interruption.

“Oh just telling Gemma about almafi coast, me and H went a few years ago” she smiled turning back to hemme and continuing her story.

As y/n carried on her conversation, it was the little things that Harry noticed. The way Chris would look from her dress all the way to her eyes, the way he would bite his lip when he had his attention. It was driving him mad.

“And so i Definitely thin-“ y/n started

“Y/n, I have to say your looking beautiful tonight” Chris blurted.

“You interrupted her to say that?” Harry said placing his arm on the back of y/n’s chair and leaning forward to meet eyes with Chris.

“Harry-“ she warned.

“Is a compliment a bad thing?” He answered back.

The tone in the both the boys caused the table to turn to the three of them.

“When I’m right here yeah” Harry scoffed.

“Harry-baby-“

“All I’m doing is complimenting her, something I haven’t seen you do all night” he laughed, causing the rest of the table to watch in shock, those who knew Harry knew when it comes to his lovie there’s no messing.

“Chris” Nick gasped.

“M’not hearing this all night, I’ll be outside y/n” and with that Harry rose from his seat and made his way to the exit of the restaurant.

A cold chill blew over y/n’s spine, this escalated from 0-100 very quickly.

“All over a compliment?!” He laughed taking a swig of his whiskey.

“I should go see him-“ Nick offered.

“It’s fine” y/n sighed.

“I’ll go” she begins as she stands and grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder.

“Thanks for tonight guys” she said trying to be as friendly as she could.

“I’m sure he’s fine he’s just a bit stresse-“

“You don’t Need to explain yourself to us y/n, go find your man and keep us updated” Sydney said with Jemma and Flo nodding in agreement.

Y/n pushed the cold glass door open with her palm and slowly walked around the place in search of her boyfriend.

“Hey you” she said gently to the familiar figure that stood just by an alleyway.

“Fuck, love I’m so fucking sorry” he started.

“Hey hey hey” she said voice softening.

With a glance she could note the glossy eyes, without another word she wrapped her arms around his blazer clad waist, brung him in tightly.

“How about we get to the hotel and you can tell me what’s going on hey?” She offered using her fingers to play with the curls at the back of his head.

“Mmhmm” he hummed.

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The ride back to the hotel was silent but not at all uncomfortable or awkward y/n knew he was hurt by something and she was determined to find out before the night ended.

They checked back into there hotel rooms and much to Harry lamberts disgust there fancy clothes ended up remaining in the floor for the night.

Y/n changed into one of Harry’s hoodies and her joggers.

Y/n joined harry on the bed and immediately made her self comfy, and cuddled straight into him.

“What’s going on H” she lowly whispered.

“Feel like I don’t appreciate you enough” he started.

“Hmm?” She hummed confused

“All night he had something to say, ‘oh your dress’, ‘oh your makeup’ and I just, I don’t know, feel shitty” he said honestly.

“And every look he gave you, every compliment, every touch he gave you it just scares me” he said pushing his head into the nook of her shoulder.

“Scares you?” She asked.

“I can’t lose you y/n, and Chris being this admittedly handsome guy, and giving you so much more attention then I did, it’s understandable”

“Harry”

“Baby, never, ever worry about that, no Chris or any other person could ever take me away from you ever”

She traced the back of his neck with her gentle fingertips.

“Only have eyes for you my love, only for you, and I don’t need your affection to feel loved by you, knowing your next to me or even in my life makes me feel like the luckiest girl ever” she stated whole heartedly.

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sgiandubh · 9 months

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Jottings: Season 7, episode 6. A woman is... possibility

Contrary to what I usually do in here, just jotting down spontaneous impressions of the episodes, with no great pretension to anything, I had to re-watch Where The Waters Meet three times over last week. And it was all my fault, because this is truly a good and dense episode, that could have very well ended this half-season.

It also becomes more and more clear that my decision of not reading these damn books was a very poor choice. Probably because the storyline seems cramped, at times, I find myself gliding through moments and scenes with the very unpalatable sensation of bagging a munro without the right equipment. Not a good picture, I know. But bear in mind I just started Drums of Autumn and it already reads like a root canal intervention - sorry for the book purists. I should, however, hope to somehow catch up before part B of the season: no promises, though. If, by any stretch of my vivid imagination, I start to hear Herself's screechy voice in my head while reading, it immediately goes down the drain, despite my best intentions & effort.

But I digress. While Fort Ticonderoga is being evacuated with the help of the friendly Cherokees and their lightweight canoes, in Lallybroch there is a bit of fussing over Jemmy's cursing in Gaelic at school. Which leads to Roger being invited to give a wee lecture on the topic by a very enthusiastic Headmaster and yet another (Lord in heaven and all His cherubs) constipated domestic conversation with SS. The only cheerful thing about her is that self-assertive fringe, so 80s I could cry (I hate the Eighties with the passion I worship the Sixties, heh). And her grabbing me by the sleeve (Hello, people! Lookie here! I can haz acting! I am acting! ) every single time she has more than three lines on air is distracting and, again, annoying.

Walter Woodcock's demise instantly took me to Season 1, when that proud Scot was killed by the boar and Claire helped give him the good death he deserved. Not surprising at all, since the whole OL dynamic is a pendulum between loves, timelines and worlds.

The new Rollo dog looks less direwolfish than Rollo 1. #GoT, stopped watching upon Khaleesi's arrival at King's Landing. Never looked back.

Rob Cameron, you antagonist, you. That new acquaintance you instantly find too pushy not to feel suspicious about, and yet you can't afford to be irrationally rude to. Also, with no SS in sight, RR is pulling off his scenes quite fine & dandy, and with ease. What is that woman's dark secret? How can that be? Court is still in session, on this one. But give me more Hunters and less #Broger, dear God. I would take it any day, any way you see fit. I will be nice to everyone and take my vitamins. I will even consider jogging. But get them off my back, for Christ's sake!

Vandervaart. Consistent. Present. Owns his game. Elegant. Loved every single moment (Your servant, Madam - especially and for obvious reasons). A very, very good cast honoring both J and LJG. I can only fawn and paeans are not really my specialty. But I continue to be impressed and confident and I see great things for this talented kid.

Spoiler: I said yes, Claire. And just like that, with the click of the rifle's hammer, he tells her their whole world is yet again thrown upside down. Theirs is a dense scene, clearly dominated by S, whose mastery of voice and expression is once again flawless and thoroughly appreciated. She follows, at a - by now - completely symbiotic pace, but make no mistake: he gives her the cues. And I would take that subtle, unspeakable tenderness any day, gladly, if the writer's final choice was not to insist on what might be - perhaps unjustly - construed by some as geriatric porn. He still looks at her like that.

For that only, if not for all the rest, I will continue to watch it until the end. Because I feel you morally lose the right to criticize the moment you throw the towel and your opinion suddenly turns into bitching. Something I will most probably never do, as far as OL is concerned.

Onwards to Dreaded Seven. Let's see if I can be properly disgusted by poor acting yet again.

Credit given to @flllk. B&W is a great idea - the right kind of depth

#jottings

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sassycheesecake · 2 years

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‘Sup everyone! I have been rewatching the show ‘Supernatural’ and it kinda gave me vibes to write a One Shot of Haikyuu!! In the Supernatural universe. So here we are! Enjoy Atsumu and Kyoomi making a deal! <3

Genre: I honestly don’t know if this counts as angst or fluff lol

Words: 785 (my shortest one yet)

Warnings: making out (for a deal), cursing

Crossroad Demon!Atsumu x Hunter!Kiyoomi

Kiyoomi never thought he would have to go this far. Every cell in his body screams to dig out the little chest he buried in the ground at the cross section he is standing at.

It’s well past midnight and freezing cold outside. No surprise though, since it’s the middle of December in Tokyo.

Kiyoomi glances around at the cross section, impatiently waiting for one of those sons of bitches to show up.

His breath is visible and he shivers so much, hoping that one would show up soon.

“Well, well. Lookie what we have ‘ere.” Kiyoomi closes his eyes and exhales through his nose before turning around.

Before him stands a young guy with short blonde hair, a dark undercut underneath his unkempt strands. His proud stature with a smile so smug, Kiyoomi wants to wipe it off of his face with his fist. He is wearing a full black suit and a maroon tie.

Unfortunately, Kiyoomi has to admit that he is rather handsome for a crossroad demon.

Scowling at him, he chooses not to say anything at first.

“Gotta hand it to ya, hotshot. Ya kinda have a lot of nerve comin’ here. Also, that scowl of yers ain’t suitin’ ya.” The stranger says with a mischievous smile.

Huffing out in an annoyed manner, he decides to speak up.

“I want to make a deal-“ , Kiyoomi gets interrupted immediately by loud obnoxious laughing and it pisses him off.

“Yer jokin’ right? Why would I make a deal with ya? Ya almost tried to kill my brother last time.” Atsumu’s eyes flash in a bloody red briefly before changing back into his normal hazel eyes.

Grinding his teeth in frustration and anger, Kiyoomi continues.

“So you’re Osamu’s twin. I am guessing you’re Atsumu then. I am 100% serious. No devil traps, no tricks and I am not armed.” Emptying his pockets, he tries to convince Atsumu he is unarmed indeed.

Atsumu watches and hums in thought. He walks a little bit closer and rounds Kiyoomi once.

“So tell me whatcha want.” Atsumu turns to him with an arched brow.

“I want you to save my cousin Motoya Komori from death. He has late stage lung cancer and I want you to take the disease away and let him live his life to the fullest without any harm or sicknesses.”

Atsumu considers his words, exhaling slowly.

“Can’t promise ya that any harm won’t ever happen to ‘im. So whaddya givin’ me in return then?”

Kyoomi scrunches his eyes and his jaw locks so tightly, he swears he might feel his teeth crack.

Sensing his hesitation and anger, Atsumu smirks and walks around a little bit more.

“I don’t have all night Kiyoomi Sakusa.” The sandy blond-haired man taunts him in a singing voice.

“Fine. 10 years then.” Kiyoomi spats at him.

Atsumu strikes a thinking pose and taps his fingers against his red cheeks, pondering.

“Mhm lemme think. Nope, don't agree with that.” Atsumu gives him an aggressive sweet smile.

“5 then.” The curly black-haired re-offers.

“How ‘bout this Omi.” Kiyoomi cringes at the nickname. Atsumu slowly strides over to the 6’3” tall hunter, staring deeply into his eyes. Kiyoomi steps back a little bit, regaining some distance between them.

“I give you a year. After that, our doggos will be on yer ass and rip ya apart.”

Kiyoomi thinks about his words, after all, he doesn’t have anything to lose.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in and out, he forces himself to nod.

Atsumu smirks at the mutual agreement and steps closer toward his client.

Kiyoomi naturally backs away and tenses up.

“Whatcha waitin’ for? Yannow we hafta seal the deal right?” The Crossroad Demon licks his lip seductively and inches closer to the tense hunter.

‘Let’s just get this over with’ Kiyoomi thinks as he grabs Atsumu’s collar and pulls him into a bruising kiss.

The older twin smirks into the kiss, grabbing a fistful of Kyioomi’s hair and tilting his own head to deepen the kiss.

Feeling Atsumu’s tongue in his mouth, Kiyoomi snaps out of it and forcefully pushes the dealer back.

The loud smack echoes in both of their ears as they break apart, breathing heavily.

Kiyoomi wipes off his mouth in disgust, while Atsumu looks like he really enjoyed himself.

“See ya in a year Omi-Omi.” Atsumu winks at him one last time before disappearing.

It is done. The deal is sealed.

@lyditheoverthinker @wake-uptoreality @rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno

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duskholland · 2 years

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This summer class is kicking my behind, but it’s almost over which means that I’ll have my credits and get my diploma on time like everyone else!!! YAY!

Graduating was definitely stressful, but it’s nerve wracking until you do it, then it’s like, “Well, looky there, you did it.”

It’s absolutely insane the rollercoaster of emotions that I went through, stressfully I am glad I won’t be doing that again. But also, I am finally proud of the fact that I made it because I definitely didn’t think it was going to happen until it did.

Also, my aunt did my cap and it’s absolutely gorgeous- (I got to keep it). I’ll send a pic through our messages if you want to see it cause it has names and that’d be really hard to edit it out, but it has a piece that I personally wrote during my final semester and it was a super emotional piece that’s actually going to be published in a book alongside many of my other peers, I believe at the start of 2023 cause they’ll be finishing the editing in her class in the fall.

But, my aunt read the piece and I didn’t even think about the fact that she never reads what I write and then I gave her this super emotional piece that made my class cry, my Mamz, other aunt, and cousin cry, and yeah. I was shocked by what she did for that very reason. So, yeah, it’s been a wild ride of family trying to talk to me a lot more than I’m used to. It’s been heavy. ~♉️

hi friend ^_^ sorry it took me a wee bit to reply, it’s been a bit of a mad one around here ahahaha. i’m so glad your class is almost over! that’s fab :) and again, congrats on graduating !!!! i know i’m not really involved but i do feel invested in your journey and so it makes me v happy to see you crushing all these milestones ! go you :) please send me photos! i’d love to see it!! i hope that everything with your family has been okay since you sent this in. keeping you in my thoughts <3

#published ! that is so cool #doesn’t surprise me tho i’ve read your work and it is lovely #you deserve all the goodness life has to offer #i hope you’re doing well #♉️ anon

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7ven-devils · 3 years

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A really long overanlysis of minecraft servers.

This will be my only warning, this shit is really long.

I promised this to @ivi-prism 2 weeks ago (hi, i am Svetla) but university said no and then i feel my notes were incomplete so i have to do more research.

So let's talk about anarchism and capitalism. As a future political scientist, really bugs me how the fandom and some content creators (im looking at you techno) misinterpret both theories.

Yeah this will be a overanalysis about the political, social and economic system of two minecraft servers. Why? Cause i like analysis things like this and finally i can solved what is the system of hermitcraft and thats make me happy.

Things to consider:

First im not native english speaker and im lazy so im not often write or talk in english so my typos can make Doc really proud.

Second i don't watch Dsmp i only know things about the server by the animatics, the constant information wich pop up here on tumblr, the crossover fanfics and the tiny vods that youtube insist play when i have activate automatic reproduction.

Third i tried to simplified this much as i can because this analysis i maded talking with my friends (also political scientists) and a former professor, so it got quite technical while i was writing it.

And finally don't take this seriously, I'm not trying to insult anyone, I only started this because the hermitfandom started saying that hermitcraft was capitalist and then everyone started comparing the Dsmp with hermitcraft saying anarchism vs capitalism, that's why the dsmp entered into this analysis.

Guys, seriously chaos isn't anarchism and "sucefully economic" isn't capitalism, even paid with "money" (diamonds in this case) isnt necessary capitalism.

First, mini glossary:

I understand a server like a Society/State (country) with Mr Weber definition. In really vague words a State is anyone that has a territory and has legal control of violence (the laws, no the abuse of authority).

I understand the private property as the hermits bases and/or shops (i suppose only base in dsmp? Idk)

I understand the mass production as the farms and resources.

Capitalism is a economic, politic and social theory, wich it considers private property essential and tends to monopolize the resources 'cause this it also considered private property.

Anarchy means "without government" it has its origin in the Ancient Greece. And Anarchism theory is just a society free from any political authority, but respecting the liberties of the others.

A Failed State is which one lose control of the legal violence, and can't provide the peace, essential human rights and the basics for a normal lifestyle to its people.

I think thats all the bored shit (i hope so). Now the interesting shit.

Why hermitcraft isnt capitalist?

Short answer, their idea of private property is not the same as capitalism has.

Long answer, even if they have their own stuff, they had a really strong sense of community and dont really care if someone take things from them.

We can see this in the beginning of season when Iskall take some mini blocks from Etho and he didn't really care (yeah, iskall "paid" him, but later i will explain this) or the multiple times Grian "borrow" things from Iskall and Mumbo in season 6 or Scar in season 7, the team ZIT constantly take things from each other and i can go on and on with examples, but the point here is this couldn't happen if they had a capitalist society because this would break the "private" part of private property and mass production.

Basically their friendship made so strong their sense of community that they are basically inmune to capitalism, Uncle Marx would be proud of them (not really, but would be funny). So they are communist? Nope, communist don't believe in private property and the hermits does.

But you just said-? I said they dont has the SAME idea of private property as capitalism does. They still have their bases, farms and shops, but for them their private property isnt sacred like in a capitalism system would be.

They're respect each other things because they appreciated the effort and values the time the person puts on their buildings and not only because doesn't belongs to them (and obviously cause theyre frends, but shush, this is a overanalysis, the obvious things doesn't have place here) i mean even for the shenanigans they are really polite and try to cause the least damage possible not because is not of them but because they valued the person.

Basically the famous honor code of hermitcraft.

What about the economic system and the shopping district?

Lets talk about the elephant in the room.

If Hermitcraft isnt a capitalist system, why they have a economic system based in diamonds?

Well, despite the exchange based in money for resources or services is a principal characteristic of capitalism, it isnt exclusive of that theory.

The money is a social consensus, cause barter has becomes obsolete and gold isnt cheap or infinite to use as payment. And basically, this is why we use money on this days (if you want to know the history of money ask to your trusted historian or Wikipedia).

What does this remind us? Yep, diamonds and iou's are a consensus too. When the 1.16 came out some hermits tried to change to netherite as payment and didn't suit, so they ignored it and continued with their current payment system.

And as much as Mr Smith likes to say that this is how the free market (and his stupid invisible hand) works, capitalism needs the monopoly of resources and people who works to pay for those resources.

But in Hermitcraft nobody really controlled the resources, anyone can go and collect their materials or made a farm. They just decided don't do it and go and buy it, because they save the time to go and collect for themselves, in other words they paid for the time.

Various hermits say they saved so much time go and buy the materials instead to collect themself or trade with the villagers (cause theyre the worst and all of us know it) thats why the barge and lookie lookie at my bookie are so profitable.

The shopping district it wasn't a thing before season 4, i dont really sure how it worked before, because i started watch in season six and sadly i have a boring adult life to saw the old seasons, but i assume it works in the same way that the trades the hermits does between them to accord a discount or a collab, and speak directly with the interested hermit or directly take it and pays what's considered it was fair, like iskall did with etho.

Like i said all what's happen in hermitcraft is a consensus, even the shopping district.

So yeah, that isnt a thing that would happen in a capitalism system, probably you would be dead, because "how are you dare to entered to my property", or in the jail, "because thats not yours".

So, what is hermitcraft?

For the surprise from much of you, Hermitcraft has an anarchist system.

What?! But their server is so peaceful, they don't steal from each other, they doesn't griefing, hows that possible?!

Well, the anarchism isn't really a violent political theory, at least in its beginning, actually anarchism is one of the most peaceful theories i studied, thats why i dont really thing it will worked in our society, but work in a server of 24 friends. Its too idealist.

I don't really study all of the thoughts corrents of anarchism because they are a lot. But the one we are interested is one of original thought corrent, The Mutualism, this in contrast with their cousin Communism doesn't believes the private property was something bad and considered like one of the rights from the individual, but different as capitalism because like i said before it wasn't sacred and communal things will exist to help others to start or recover.

Proudhon, one of it intellectuals, considered not paid for the work of the other it was a form to violate their liberties and feel horrofied with Marx when he said we have to abolish the private property.

The mutualists believes that each person should possess a means of production, either individually or collectively, and the products obtained would be trade in the market for the amount equivalent of their work.

This sound familiar, isnt it? Hermitcraft works in this way.

The thing with anarchism is they don't believes in a government over the people. And the hermits doesn't have one, yeah there's Scar being the mayor, but he isnt have a power over the rest and only is in charge of the "cowmercial district" even aquatown isn't part of his jurisdiction, his function is more of organization, like when we put a friend in charge to organizing part of a roadtrip.

It's the same with Xisuma figure, we all put him in a position of the admin of hermitcraft, but the truth is he isnt the only one with admin commands (but apparently some or all of them losed their admin status, at least in one of the last tango's streams, he hasnt it anymore) and various hermits said that he is more like an ambassador of them in the legal things of the server.

The hermits take all of they decisions in group and in the majority of things all of them needs to be agreed with the decision or they simple doesn't do it. And this is a characteristic of the mutualism because for them anyone are over the other.

And if you aren't already bored at this point and you put attention to what i wrote of the concept of private property in the mutualism, you would see it is practically the way hermitcraft works. They make their bases and farms, recolect resources and sell what they don't will use, buy mostly to save time and paid for the price what they considered fair. Yeah i know sometimes they do some farm specifically for one shop, but this is more "yeah, this is my thing" (Tango and Iron; Ren and wood) or a division of activities "if you do that, i do this".

The perfect utopia.

What about the Dsmp?

If you do it to here, congratulations.

So what about the Dsmp, i entered here because i want to read of them and the only thing i read was about hermitcraft.

Well, the Dsmp only entered in the equation because much of you said they were an anarchist server, but i see it more like a "failed state" and when i was talked with an exprofessor he agreed with me.

I know the term of failed state is controversial and is almost obsolete, but is the best way to describe the server and stop said it is anarchist.

So why failed state and not an anarchist state? Because they have a government (or apparently multiples) a failed one, but is there, if it were an anarchist server wouldn't have one.

Usually the failed states are known for being violent and volatile places in which ones their governments can't provides the basics to their people to live, normally are places with ethnics conflicts, civil wars, authoritarian governments or states in wars. The most common examples are Haití, Somalia or Syria.

And i am sure you can see the similarities with the Dsmp, so yeah, theyre chaotic but not anarchist.

The wars ruined the stability from the server, have a multiple sides and a megalomaniac for admin, but the goverment still there and they are fighting for the power wich wouldn't happen if the server were anarchist because anarchism don't believe the power should be possess for someone.

The server simply is failed state wich struggles under a violent fight for power.

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If you read this far, you're a hero and had my gratitude for read my useless thoughts. Maybe some day i do it other overanalysis of this servers. I hope you enjoyed and dont confused so much.

Thanks for read.

And if there are some angry economist with me for "misrepresent" the capitalist i am completely open to a debate, my only condition is it would be in chilean spanish ;)

#hc x dsmp #hermitcraft #dream smp #mcytblr #long post #reaaaally long #estupido sobreanalisis de cosas que no necesitan una segunda lectura #this post is edited cause apparently it author doesnt know how to use tumblr eve if she's here since 2010

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emily-strange · 4 years

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Growing Pains...

Sooo I kicked off something that I’ve never written before haha I hope it’s okay!

Summary: Emmy has been with the gang since she was a little girl. Her mother moved on, leaving her to be raised by Dutch, Hosea and Susan. Arthur and John are her brothers (argue and she will fight you). Becoming a woman is hard when everyone still sees you as a child. Since the Blackwater mess she’s trying to find her feet while dealing with her new feelings for the gangs resident douchebag.

Tagging @strwxberrymilk @porkchop-ao3 @arthursgirl @angelsjudge and @scy77a but if you’d like to stop being tagged just let me know! :) Also if anyone else would like to be tagged just say the word xx

Pairing: Slow burn Micah x female OC.

Warnings: Swearing, comments alluding to abuse, sexual themes and a racial slur.

Chapter 15

“So as far as first shootout’s go, I’d say it went pretty well.” I declare to Arthur through gritted teeth.

“Yeaah went real well. Despite the fact yer now have’a new hole in yer leg.” Arthur replies without a modicum of humour.

“I can NOT believe you let this young lady run into a firefight, Mr Morgan. I expected this from the likes of Mr Bell but not you!” Miss Grimshaw chimes in while she wraps up my left thigh. The bullet was a through and through so I managed to avoid any sort of “surgery” and the slug was of a small caliber, so really, all in all, it could’ve been so much worse.

“I’m fine Sus-AN”I yelp after one very firm tug of the bandage, “Was that necessary!?”

Miss Grimshaw doesn’t answer me but gathers her supplies and with one last stern look, storms from the tent shaking her head and muttering under her breath.

Arthur laughs and shakes his head.

I maneuver my leg so it’s a bit more comfortable on my cot and Arthur sits on a crate next to me.

“You’re covered in blood by the way.” I state as I start to feel the effects of the whiskey coursing through my veins.

He huffs at me and replies, “Yea, well that happn’s when yer lugging people about with blood comin’ outta them.”

And then in my hazy state I remember.

“Lenny’ll be okay right?” I ask in a whisper.

“Ooh yeaa I was only jokin’ sweetheart. His wounds’a no worse than yers, just happens ta be in his shootin’ arm. He’ll live.” Arthur reassures with a hand on my cheek, “Now you sleep.”

“Tell everyone I owe them a drink okay?” I say back, feeling my eyes start to drop closed, “I did good dn’t I Art?” I slur.

All I register before I fall asleep is Arthur quietly chuckling and kissing my forehead.

We storm the ranch, guns blazing.

The rush running through me is unreal.

I’ve never been in a shootout and you know what, it’s not something I fancy doing again.

“Stay behind me.” Arthur growls as we push forward. There aren’t a lot of men but they appear to be well stocked with weapons, so we’re all planted in one spot pretty quickly. I’m with Arthur and Charles while the others are spread out alone.

From not too far away, as I duck down after firing a shot, I can see Micah smirking at me from behind a wagon. He winks at me and I find his ability to remain jovial at a time like this almost impressive.

The sound of a soft voice saying “Knock knock” jerks me awake.

“Hey, can I come in?” Sadie asks from tent entrance.

I struggle to sit up and rub at my eyes while saying “sure”. She comes in and takes Arthur’s spot on the crate next to my cot. It takes me a second to register where I am. Drinking half a bottle of whiskey in one go will do that to you. Even if it’s starting to wear off.

“You ‘kay?” she asks me quietly and it’s then I register the dull ache in my leg. Not too painful yet, but a horrible promise of what’s to come.

“Not bad….you alright?” I can see that she’s changed from her previous clothes and her hairs wet. She must’ve gotten blood on her as well. Either from me or Lenny.

“Oh, you know me.” Sadie replies but she seems a bit distant.

“Sadie. What’s wrong?” I ask quietly. Sadie looks at me but avoids direct eye-contact until I reach out for her arm asking a silent, “What’s wrong?”

“You know I ain’t good with feelin’s since Jakey….I….I’ve tried ta shut ‘em off as it were.” Sadie starts and I can see unshed tears in her eyes, “But I wan’ed ta say that….I wan’ed to tell ya….that I’m proud. Of you. Very proud.”

Suddenly the emotions of the night, along with the ache in my thigh, come crashing down upon me and my own unshed tears start to fall.

There’s a break in the gunfire and everyone takes the opportunity to rush forward towards the house. I see Micah bashing some guy in the face while Sadie uses her knife to slit another guys throat.

I’ve not sure I’ve ever seen something so brutal. But really what did I expect? I just need to remind myself that these “men” deserve everything they get.

“I want at least one Arthur” I say loudly to him as Charles breaks off from the two of us. We’re crouching and shuffling forward quickly, trying to stay out of anyone’s line of sight.

Then all of a sudden, we hear it. A scream and John’s shout.

“LENNY’S HIT!” he yells over to us.

“GET’IM OUTTA HERE MARSTON!” Arthur shouts back and as I look forward, I see the smoke and barrel of a gun pointing out of an upstairs window.

A barrel that now points at my brother.

“ARTHUR” I scream to gain his attention and then aim my gun. I pull the trigger and after a few seconds, a man comes tumbling down to splat onto the ground in front of us.

Arthur clears his throat and looks back at me smirking, “Well….I’d say ya got one.”

“Well if that weren’t just the sexiest thing.” Micah shouts over to us, causing every other man around to snarl. However, they have no time to dwell on him because soon guns start firing again.

“Sadie” I murmur while holding her hand with my spare one, “I didn’t even really do anything. I got one guy.” I laugh, trying to ease the tension, but Sadie shakes her head.

“That’s not….you got us there….imagine if you hadn’t….” She says quietly squeezing my hand. All I can manage is a nod.

After what feels like forever the guns stop and the sick bastards are dead.

My gang start looting bodies and rifling through draws and cupboards while I look around….and maybe kick the odd body now and then. The place is disgusting. Absolutely vile.

I walk through the open plan kitchen/livingroom but trip after I stand on a particularly springy floorboard (that my feet weren’t expecting) that’s covered by an old faded rug. Annoyingly I trip straight into Micah’s arms who revels in my clumsiness. As usual.

“Woah now Miss. This ain’t the time ta be gettin’ frisky…..I mean we can but big brother over there might take some offence.” He drawls into my ear playfully and I push him back, knowing he’s just trying to get a rise out of Arthur.

I start to move the rug and mumble under my breath so he can hear, “Why couldn’t it have been Charles.”, causing Micah to fake his hurt in an over reacted clench of his heart.

“You wound me.” He gasps and despite myself, I laugh.

“Help me with this will you?” I ask and he makes a snide remark about “getting Charles to help” but ultimately relents when seeing my unamused face.

We pull back the rug to reveal a trap door.

“Looky looky” Micah whistles to himself and tugs up the heavy wood, which opens to a basement.

“Okay you wait here.” I say while I take a step forward but Micah puts his hand out in front of me.

“I don’t think so Missy. You won’t see a damn thing down there.” He scoffs and I motion to a lamp that’s been, luckily, undisturbed by the gunfire.

“Hand me that then.” I ask and he rolls his eyes, but does as I ask.

“Just don’t break a nail or nuthin’” he scoffs to himself and I just flip him off.

I slowly make my way down into the basemen and when I touch the floor I yell,

“Micah!! Get my brothers!”

Sadie squeezes my hand before kissing it.

“You did good. Be proud. We are.” She says quietly to me and I smile. I really smile.

“Thank you, Sadie.” I whisper through my emotional haze and she gets up slowly, making her way to the entrance of the tent. She stops before she exits and looks at me for a moment.

“Look. When you’re ready. Come see me okay? We’ll talk.”

I nod, knowing exactly what she means. Arthur did want me to talk to someone.

After Sadie leaves, I settle back down onto the cot and close my eyes. Willing myself to sleep away the increasing pain in my thigh.

When I descend the final step, I shine the lantern around as the smell from the basement makes me gag. What I see makes me cry out for Micah.

“Micah!! Get my brothers!” I yell and watch as the three young girls in front of me cower away on the furthest wall, “Fucking hell.” I whisper to myself and move to approach them.

“You’re okay. You’re safe now.” I try telling them but they huddle impossibly closer together and push themselves further back onto the wall. I think for a second that I should yell for Sadie. My gut reaction was my brothers but that’s just out of habit. I think this will need a woman’s help.

However, before I can yell for anyone else, I feel the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed behind my head.

“You killed my men” comes a revolting voice behind me.

“Technically, I only killed one…” I reply but completely shut up once the barrel pushes painfully into my temple, “….okay so not the time for being a smartass, got it.”

“Emmy?” Arthur yells down into the basement but stops his movement at the hatch once he catches sight of the gun against my head.

“Yeah, I’m here….and um, I’ve made a friend.” I joke humourlessly as the man guides me up the basement stairs. Once we’re at the top I see that Arthur and John have brought Lenny inside as the others look around. He’s sat on a shot up sofa while my brother’s stand with their hands up and away from their guns.

“Just shoot him!” I shout at them. I’ll be damned if one of these assholes get away.

“Emmy, shut the fuck up.” John growls quietly and the little sister in me wants to hit him so bad. But the gun to my head keeps me firmly in place.

“Now this’s how it’s gonna go down. Imma get to one’ve ma horses with ya little lady here. We’re gonna ride off and once I know ya ain’t followin’, I’ll letta go. ‘kay?” the man snarls and from his breath alone I can tell he’s vermin.

Everyone takes a breath and you just know they’re waiting for Arthur.

“Now, that ain’t gonna happen friend.” He says sternly while keeping his hands away from his holster.

Suddenly the door blasts open and Micah, along with Sadie and Charles come barging in asking what’s taking so long. They instantly freeze and for once I see pure confusion on his face. He also looks at Arthur for the solution. Even if he’d never admit it.

“Who’s dumb idea was this anyway?” I hiss rhetorically but Micah just has to answers.

“Yours” he replies and even though I have a gun to my head, I roll my eyes, “Yes thank you Micah.”

Micah shrugs and Arthur gives everyone in the room a death glare.

“Everyone shut the hell up! And hands where I cn see em’! You too darky.” The man shouts and motions to Lenny.

“Do I look like I can fire a gun right now!?” Lenny snaps back holding his bloody upper arm.

Knowing what this man is and hearing how he speaks to Lenny makes me feel physically sick. But not just that, it makes me stupid with rage. I see red.

I decide there and then that if I’m going to die, I’ll be taking this fucker with me.

I move the hand that’s still holding the lantern back a bit, positioning it over this guys foot. And then I simply…..let go.

As soon as I do, I duck as much as I can in his grip and watch as the lantern hits his foot.

His gun fires. But so does everyone else’s.

It was all a big blur. One moment I’m ducking and elbowing this pervert in the dick as flames quickly engulf his leg and then the next, I’m on the floor with a hole in my thigh.

Everyone fires so the man is quickly riddled with bullets and lies burning on the floor. Charles grabs the rug and smothers the flames before they can spread further. Everyone else just remains in place, stunned.

The shock wears off quickly and the pain in my leg starts.

“WHO. THE FUCK. SHOT ME!?” I shout as Arthur throws himself to the ground to wrap his bandana around the wound. It’s quiet for a few seconds (other than my pathetic “ow ow ow’s”) and then a small voice pipes up from the corner.

“Um…I think that was me….” Lenny says timidly from his position on the sofa, a smoking gun still hanging from his pained hand.

“Why the fuck did you shoot!?” Micah shouts at Lenny and Charles jumps to his defense, “Everyone shot! Could have been anyone….”

Unfortunately, Micah wasn’t having any of it and argues back. Then Arthur joins in…..and then John who was annoyed at Arthurs handling of the situation…..then Lenny sticks up for Arthur….who turns his anger onto Micah for bringing this whole thing upon us.

It was ridiculous.

The only people not making any noise are me and Sadie who catches my eye from across the room, causing us both to burst into laughter. Making all the men stop.

“My first gunshot and it was given to me…..by Lenny!?” I say wheezing through my laughter as Arthur helps me up. I stumble as I struggle not to put too much weight on my left leg.

“Could’ve been worse!” Arthur says sternly to me and I just pat his face like you would a child who’s too riled up.

“Yeah, yeah” I whisper looking away and remembering what caused all of this.

“They’re holding girls down there.” I say grimly looking from the basement to the others around me.

“Girls?” Sadie says taking a large step forward to me and I nod.

“Three of them….they look around 12/13 years old.” I whisper to her.

Sadie nods and orders the men out before turning to me softly, “Let’s go get them.”

“Hey…..hey!” Micah barks as he shakes me awake.

“God damn Micah!” I growl after I’ve gathered my bearings, “You could’ve woken me up nicely!”

“Oh yeah…how would you want me to wake you up then?” Micah drawls while wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Try not at all” I say sickly sweet back to him. He’s taken residence on the very popular crate by my bed.

Micah scoffs and turns away from me scratching the back of his neck. He’s not wearing his hat and he’s changed into his black shirt, the one I borrowed. He shakes his head while turning his gaze to the ground.

“You okay?” I ask quietly when he fails to look back at me, “Micah?”

I reach out and touch his arm, but doing so pulls at my leg, causing me to hiss. Micah snaps his attention back to me.

“Hey don’t go movin’ around! You gotta be more careful.” He barks again and moves further towards me, placing my hand on his arm where I was reaching for him. I smile.

“You sound like Arthur” I chuckle despite the pain in my thigh.

“Pfft. Guess he can’t always be wrong then.” Micah scoffs and looks at the bandage on my thigh. “I still can’t believe that idiot shot you!”

“It’s not like he meant to and anyways I’m lucky he wasn’t using his own gun. Just one he found on the ground. Might’ve been a lot worse otherwise.” I sigh looking down at where my skirt is ridden up. I no longer have my cut off union trousers under it so one thigh is completely bare while the other one is covered in bandages. I catch Micah looking.

“Hey”, I snap my fingers at him, “My eyes are up here buddy.”

I expect some witty retort but instead he picks up the hand that lies on his arm….and kisses it. His mustache tickles my knuckles and the feeling makes me sigh happily. For a short moment I close my eyes and forget about the hole under the bandages.

“You did good out there.” He eventually says in a whisper. If he wasn’t so close I’d of never heard him.

“Thank you” I reply giving him a sleepy smile. I shift a bit and wince at the pull in my thigh.

“You want some more whiskey?” Micah asks me and I shake my head.

“Nah, it’s making me feel a bit sick. I just need to sleep….which I was doing very well I’ll have you know.” I say narrowing my eyes are him. Micah laughs and shifts even closer.

“You know…I could make you feel a whole lot better without whiskey.” Micah whispers into my ear and I shiver at the sensation of his breath on my neck. Micah puts his large calloused palm on my good thigh and lets his thumb graze over my knee.

“Micah” I whisper, instantly feeling my underwear become wet, “I was shot like, three hours ago.”

Micah kisses from my ear down to the side of my neck and back up again. He delicately licks at my ear and nibbles on my lob before saying “Mmhm and I think that means you deserve somethin’ don’t you? For doin’ so good….savin’ those girls….you did real good.”

As much as I’d go to my grave denying it, Micah’s praise is doing something to me. I lie my head back and close my eyes, giving into the sensation of his large fingers skimming my inner thigh. The only problem is he’s said the word that I’ve heard one too many times to feel good.

“Thing is Micah,” I whisper opening my eyes. I run my hand up into his hair and pull his head back to look me in the eyes. I lick my lips and plunge forward connecting my lips to his in a brief, heated, dominating kiss. One that, if it had a winner, would be me. I nip his bottom lip as we detach, “I don’t like being told what I ‘deserve’.” I finish by licking along the seams of his lips and let go of his hair.

I settle back into my cot and gently take his hand from my inner thigh and press it to my soaked underwear.

“Fuck” Micah sighs under his breath and I can see the tell-tale signs of him growing hard in his trousers. His eyes snap to mine as I start to gently rut against his fingers which I’ve maneuvered to press against my aching clit.

“You see….” I whisper to Micah as I pick up the pace as much as I can with my injured leg, “…..telling me what I ‘deserve’ makes it feel like I’m being gifted something…..” I continue to rub his fingers against me and I can see Micah rub his erection through the fabric of his trousers. His eyes haven’t moved from where his hand has disappeared up my skirt.

“……when the reality is…..” I pause a moment while I slip my underwear to the side and allow one of Micah’s thick fingers to enter me, “…..I take what I want. Not what men think I ‘deserve’”

My tent is filled with the sounds of Micah quietly grunting as he palms himself and the wet, slick noise of his finger being moved in and out of my tight heat. When I feel that I’m ready, I move another of his fingers to push into me and once I feel adjusted, I snap my fingers at Micah to grab his attention.

Micah watches with his mouth hanging open as I lick my own essence from my fingers. I then lie back and hold the top of my cot before asking huskily, “You know what to do right?”

It takes a moment for Micah to come to his senses but when he does, he snaps his mouth closed and lunges for my lips. While he kisses me, a kiss that I allow him to control, his fingers begin to move inside me.

“Yer so fucking wet,” he growls in my ear and the sensation sends shockwaves all the way down to my core, “and tight. Jesus, so tight.” Micah’s other hand moves to his belt and I grab the wrist of his hand currently fucking me. He stops and looks at me.

“No….this is mine remember.” I say to him cockily, “I’m happy to finish alone. But I will admit I’d rather ride your fingers than mine.”

Micah removes the hand from his belt and moves to tower over me on the cot. His right-hand resumes fingering me while his left moves to clutch at the top of the cot near my head. He very, very carefully places his knee on the cot, making sure to avoid my injured thigh.

“You like being in charge?” he hisses at me while his fingers move faster and faster, “That’s fine…..for now.” Micah moves his thumb to my clit and starts applying just the right amount of pressure. I grab the sides of his face and pull his lips to mine to quieten my moans and then grab at his shirt to keep him in place.

“Faster” I gasp between kisses and Micah obliges, “Fuck, you feel so good.” I praise and I’m sure I see his eyes light up, “Don’t stop.” Micah shakes his head and kisses at my neck again while my free hand finds purchase in his long hair.

I feel myself climb higher and higher towards my peak as Micah kisses and nibbles along my neck. I know he wants to sink his teeth in but he also knows that wouldn’t end well. Micah wants more than his fingers inside me one day and if he pushes too far, he knows he’ll lose that opportunity. Micah’s an idiot, but he’s not stupid.

“You like my fingers darlin’?” Micah drawls as he pulls back to look at me. I nod eagerly and whimper the closer I get. Micah moves his free hand to my face and brushes his thumb down to my lips which I eagerly take into my mouth and suck. “Fuckin’ hell baby….keep doin’ that….” When I stop sucking, Micah adds a quick “please.”

Micah’s fingers, along with his hot breath on my face as he pants and his thumb moving in and out of my mouth, causes me to hit my high and I cum. Hard. I grab the wrist under my skirt and still his hand which I grind against to ride out the final waves of pleasure.

I bite down hard on Micah’s thumb to contain my cries and for a moment I worry that I’ve hurt him but when I open my eyes, I’m met with his signature smirk. I also notice he’s breathing very, very hard.

As he removes his fingers from me, I glance down to his lap and see a dark stain spreading around his crotch. I bite my lip as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks my wetness off of them.

“Well” he huffs once he’s finished, “That was somethin’.”

I can’t help but laugh and can only get out a quiet, “Yep.”

Micah smiles and leans down to capture my lips with his, giving me a taste of myself on his tongue. When he pulls back, he takes a moment to grasp my face and growl. I wink at him and giggle as he pulls his face away from me; the euphoria, whiskey and exhaustion from the day making me giddy.

“Goodnight darlin’” he drawls quietly and honestly the only thing I can manage is a nod. My body is tingling and I feel weightless. As Micah straightens up, fully ready to face anyone outside my tent with his wet crotch, I feel my body giving into sleep.

Before I doze off, I’m almost 100% sure I feel blankets being pulled up over me as the lantern is dimmed.

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browneyedhimbo · 5 years

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Magnets

Paring: Not really one, just platonic

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like his arm, always reminding him of Hydra and what they did to him. Little does he know, a certain little avenger takes notice of this and decides to take matters into his own hands, with some help of course.

Warning: Fluff, Swearing

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED IT!! This went waaay over the word count I originally thought it’d take. Just so you all know, I’m not that good with summaries buuut I tried. Also, sorry there are so many time skips. Not sure if this idea has been done or not, but if it has this is my take on it.

Please let me know if you want to get tagged in anything. Enjoy! Masterlist

"I want to make him feel better. But I just don't know what to do. He glares at the thing when he thinks no one is looking." Peter Parker said as he was putting books in his locker.

"Well, have you tried sticking magnets to it? You said it was metal right?" Ned suggested.

"Vibranium actually. But yeah. You know what? That sounds like a great idea!" Peters's eyes lit up with excitement, knowing exactly what kinds of magnets to get.

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Now on a mission, he was swinging as fast as he could through the compound.

"Peter swings from side to side. Sticking to the walls. He jumps and he - AH!" Swings right into Tony, making them both fall with an oof.

"Why the rush kid?" Tony asks getting up and outstretching his hand to help Peter.

"I'm on a very important mission, Mr. Stark. Top secret." With a sweet smile and fake salute, he was back on his way to Bucky's room.

"I swear that kid's going to be the death of me," Tony mumbled with a sigh. "Fri keep an eye on him."

"Yes, boss."

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After Peter knocked he started to feel a little anxious. Maybe he wouldn't like it? Or maybe he'll think its a stupid idea? Or maybe -

"Peter? What're you doin here?" Peter started fiddling with the bag in his hand.

"Hey there Mr. Barnes uh sir. I uh, I got you something. Hopefully, it'll make you feel better. Or at least I hope it does. Even if it doesn't, I mean - well. It’s just - um. Here.” Looking down, Peter sheepishly handed the bag to Bucky. Hearing a chuckle made Peter whip his head up so fast you’d think it’d break. Turns out he had nothing to worry about. The big smile plastered on Bucky’s face was contagious enough to make the kid smile too.

“So you like it? Even though it’s cheesy and probably stupid?”

“Cheesy yes, but it’s not stupid.” Peter’s soft brown eyes locked onto Bucky’s steal blue ones and saw the sincerity and seriousness behind the words.

“Why don’t you come in and help me put them on,” Bucky said while walking back inside toward his bed, leaving the door open.

“Oh uh, sure!” Closing the door and walking in Peter noted the few things in the dulled grey room. A decent-sized red oak stained office desk sat tucked in a corner with a small modern desk lamp on it, papers neatly piled and a notebook next to it, a pretty big sized bed pushed up against the wall very neatly made military-styled, and a decent-sized tv hung on the wall right across from it. His heart ached for the poor soldier. He knew Bucky would isolate himself from the others, but he figured he'd have things in his room to make up for it. Keep him occupied.

Bucky plopped on the bed, Peter in tow. Hesitantly, Peter put his hand in the bad and grabbed the first magnet he felt. Bringing his hand out, they both saw it was an iron man helmet.

"Well, what are the odds?" Bucky let out a laugh making Peter chuckle.

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About 10 minutes later Peter put the last magnet on Bucky's arm, a proud smile evident on his face. He sat back and admired his work. Different types of Avengers and New York magnets stuck to the arm.

Bucky seemed to like it. Turning his arm a few times to see the kid's hard work.

"Looks great Pete. Thank you." Bucky smiled and ruffled Peter's hair causing them both to laugh again. Peter looked at his watch and mentally cursed. It was 6:53 and he told May he would be home by 7. He started grabbing his stuff and shoved them into his backpack.

"Sorry to leave like this Mr. Barnes. I told my aunt I'd be home by 7," he started rambling as he was putting his web-shooters on his wrists. "Maybe I can swing by tomorrow after school and we can add more on. Oo or maybe-" Bucky let out a chuckle cutting of Peters rambling.

"Kid. You're aunt."

"Oh right! Bye Mr. Barnes!" He yelled out before swinging out the compound through the window.

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It was another 5 minutes after Peter had left and Bucky still sat on the bed. Undisturbed, unmoving, thoughts racing. It's not unknown that Bucky doesn't like talking much to the others. Sure he'll hold small talk when he has to, and yeah he'll hang out with Sam and Steve more than anyone else, but if he's being honest with himself, he'd rather just workout and stay in his room instead of constantly being worried they'll mistreat him, or rather, treat him like a villain. Okay, maybe that's a bit extreme. But he doesn't want to risk it, opening up and getting shut down, being nice and then getting the cold shoulder.

That's why he always separated himself from them. But the kid, that kid. Peter Parker. Whenever he was around, he always managed to bring out a different side of Bucky. A happier more open side, and no it's not just the fact that he's similar to how Steve was before that soldier serum, but there was a certain energy he had. Always happy, bright, ready to help, innocent. Bucky swore he was going to protect him, no matter what.

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No matter how busy the Avengers can get (not really), they always try to have movie night. Though he won't show it, Bucky is always excited for movie night. He's missed so much. It gives him a small ache in his chest, but he's just glad he's there.

After grabbing the popcorn bowl, Bucky walked into the living room only to be hollered and whistled at by Sam and Clint.

“So you finally decided to take your arm into the workshop then huh Barnes?” Sam smugly asked.

“Got it detailed? And oh lookie, it even has an arrow!” Clint smirked. They never could never resist a moment to tease the ex-assassin.

“Yeah. It was all Peter’s idea. Make one more joke and I’ll crack you for it.” Though he said it in a light tone, smirk in place, they all knew he was being serious. Everyone knew Bucky was more protective of Peter than Tony. And that says something.

“Alright, alright.” Sam put up his hands in mock surrender.

“Sit your ass down so I can get some of that popcorn then.” Clint slapped his hand on a spot next to him on the couch. Bucky shook his head at the archer while sitting down. The intro credits started rolling and when the main title popped up, it seemed familiar to him. ‘Star Wars’. Where has he heard that? Peter. It was always Peter.

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It happened randomly. Last week, Tony was working in the lab when FRIDAY started playing videos for him.

“Uh Fri? What’s this?”

“You asked me to keep on Peter, sir.” FRIDAY’s voice echoed through the lab. So he sat there. Watching every single video. And boy did they surprise him. He personally never really saw sweet caring side of Barnes. Sure Tony knew Bucky was capable of it, but it was quite a shock seeing him being so gentle with the kid. But Tony understood. Tony knew exactly what Peter meant to Bucky and what Bucky meant to Peter. It was a weird twist between parental and sibling bonds. Which explains why Tony is currently is the lab sketching up different designed arms for the super soldier.

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“Hey, Mr. Stark you’ll never believe what happened on patrol last night.” Peter was saying while walking into the lab. “There was this big - oh what’s this? New repulsor arm design or something?” Tony couldn't help but laugh at the kid's antics of changing the subject so quickly.

“For once, no.” Tony started. “I’ve seen how close you and Barnes have been lately. I knew sooner or later you were gonna ask me about building a new arm for him, so I started some designs last night for you to choose from.” Peter’s mouth dropped. And he also couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was feeling either.

“Am I that easy to read?” Tony gave a small smile at the kid before turning to the designs and spreading them out for Peter to see.

“Oo I like that one. But maybe we can make it more realistic. That way it doesn’t trigger a bad memory or anything.” Peter started rambling while messing with the design. The kid definitely reminded Tony of himself in so many ways, but his purity is what truly defines him.

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Five hours, four oil spills, three coffee pots, and two naps later, the arm was finished. Peter could hardly contain himself. He was so happy that finally after so long, Bucky can now say he was truly free from Hydra.

“How you feeling kid?” Tony asked, clasping a hand on Peters's shoulder. The kid looked up, tears in his eyes. Tony was starting to panic. Shit, why is crying? Why is crying? Why? Why? Why?

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter choked out. Tony immediately brought the kid to his chest, cradling his neck. A sad smile making away on his face. Now he understood. Tony always understands.

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Rapid knocking is what pulled Bucky out of his thoughts. Thinking something bad has happened he rushed over to the door. Though he wasn’t ready to fling the door open to find a bouncing Peter ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

“Pete, what happened? Did something happen? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Bucky started inspecting the kid making sure nothing was broken or bruised. Peter let out a laugh.

“No. Everything is PERFECT!” He smiled brightly, causing the soldier to smile too. “BUT, follow me!” Peter started running towards the lab, looking back every few strides to make sure Bucky was right behind him. When they got to the entrance of the lab, Peter stopped.

“You don’t mind me covering your eyes, do you?” Peter tentative asked, holding up a blindfold.

“Nah. I trust you kid.” Seeing the kid's eyes light up always made Bucky feel happy and warm inside.

After putting the blindfold on, Peter gently guided Bucky to where the arm was displaying. Tony had left to give them space, but FRIDAY on the hand, had some other plans and recording was one of them. Slowly, Peter untied the blindfold.

“This is the lab.” Bucky started looking around, confusion evident on his face.

“Very good observation Sherlock Holmes.” Peter snickered. The playful death glare Bucky sent his way completely obliterated the seriousness Peter wanted to embody and sent him to a fit of giggles. “Look down.” All laughter subsided. Bucky picked up the arm and inspected it. Peter couldn’t tell what emotion Bucky was feeling. All he saw was an emotionless face before Bucky turned his face out of view.

Bucky stared at the arm. His mind was racing a million miles a minute. For a long second, he thought this wasn’t real, any of this. But the burning sensation in his eyes told him otherwise. He felt the lump in his throat, the shaking of his hands. No matter how deep a breath he took, Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe. So many emotions and thoughts. He took a shaky breath and looked over at Peter. And it was there, that Peter saw the real Bucky for the first time.

Ever so slowly, Bucky placed the arm back on the table. He walked over to where Peter was standing still and engulfed him in the biggest hug. And Peter clinging on to him.

"Thank you. Thank you, Peter." Bucky started sobbing. He never would've thought that the one to help him pick up the pieces would be a kid from Queens. Yet, here they were attached like magnets. Like the family they both ever wanted.

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#Bucky Barnes #peter parker #Avengers #Winter Solider #spiderman #tony stark #iron man #winter soldier #sam wilson #falcon #clint barton #hawkeye #avengers family

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gaamagirl565 · 4 years

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Matters of the heart S2 Ep3

Matters of the heart Season 2 Episode 3: Of sickness and Sorrows {OPENING CREDITS}

{Open to Corona castle and pan down the hallway to a doorway} Lily: ACHOO! Cyrus: *wipes his face*....lovely...thank you, sister. Lily: oh, sorry Cyrus. Cryus: You're sneezing, you're coughing, and you have a fever please just let me tell mother that you will be absent at the banquet this afternoon. Lily: we can't do that and you know it. mother already promised that at least two of the royal children would be there. Cyrus: well you're very ill... I'm sure that whomever is in attendance would be understanding why you couldn't attend. Lily: I'm going and that's final... you may be the oldest but you're still not the boss of me. Cyrus: I'm sure we could find someone to take your place. it's really no trouble. Lily: Cyrus the answer to our troubles is not going to just come waltzing through the door. {Isaiah walks in} Isaiah: hello everyone! your day just got a lot better you're welcome. Lily: ISAIAH! *buries self under covers* Cyrus: oh lovely... hello Isaiah. a pleasure to see you. Isaiah: Prince Cyrus…*bows* Cyrus: at least you seem to know your manners. {Lily kicks him} Cyrus: HEY! Isaiah: Lily, what's wrong with you? you look like you were hit by a wagon! Lily: something that every girl likes to hear... I believe I've caught the flu and it couldn't be at a worse time. the Royal Banquet is this afternoon and I promised that I'd make an appearance. there's so much I have to do. Cyrus: and once again I say everyone will understand if you choose not to attend! Isaiah: he's right Lily you need to rest. {Isaiah places a hand on her forehead and lily blushes and lightly squeals} Cyrus: ugh, I do believe I threw up a bit in my mouth. Lily: Oh do shut up... I should probably call my handmaiden to help me get dressed. Cyrus: you are not going anywhere. You are staying in bed and that is final! Lily: But who's going to take care of all the things I promised to do!? Cyrus: I'm sure I'll find the time to take care of them. Lily: you have enough on your plate as it is! Isaiah: I could do it… {they both turn and look at him withbewilderment} Cyrus: You!? Isaiah: why not? I was raised as a noble for five years I know the basics. Lily: Isaiah I know of your history with the court... are you sure that you're up to this? Isaiah: well if your brother has too much to do and you're sick I don't really see any other option. Lily:... all right then.. Cyrus, could you do me a favour and ask my handmaiden to deliver some Noble clothing for Isaiah? Cyrus: But-...I...-you... we're all going to die… {Cryrus exits frame; cut to Lily standing outside of a changing room in her nightgown} Lily: everything alright in there? Isaiah: I just sort of forgot how difficult it was to put on these types of clothing... I should be out in a minute. Lily: I really can't thank you enough for this. Isaiah: it's no bother really! {Isaiah steps out in lovely green suit and hair all fixed} Isaiah: well how do I look, m’lady? Lily:.... will you excuse me a second? {Lily goes into the changing room; she shuts the door and promptly squeals before stepping out} Lily: Alright! I’m good now. Isaiah: Good now you get back to bed! everything is completely under control. { had to Isaiah walking in the hallway} Isaiah: I have no idea what I'm doing... why did I say I could do this!? am I insane!? I haven't acted nobly for several years! alright just calm down.... remember your basics. say please and thank you. always bow when saying hello. hold your head high. shoulders back and- {he bumps into someone} Isaiah: oh! Terribly sorry! I-....oh no… {two nobles about Isaiah’s age turn around and smirk upon seeing him} Colette: Doth my eyes deceive me? Lawrence: Isaiah? Is it truly you? Isaiah: *bows* Lady Colette...Lord Lawrence...a pleasure… {Colette holds out her hand and Isaiah flinches} Isaiah: o-oh! Of course! {he kisses her hand} Lawrence: I’m surprised, Isaiah! Several years as a peasant and your manners are still flawless. Colette: *hits Lawrence with her fan* Brother! How repugnant! He cannot help the disgrace that is his father! Be respectful! {Isaiah tightens his fist} Colette: will you be attending the banquet? Isaiah: Yes. Unfortunately, Princess Lily is under the weather and cannot attend. I will be fulfilling her duties for the day. Lawrence: Ah! So you will be giving the banquet performance? How grand! Isaiah:....what?...Uh-I mean- Pardon? Colette: surely her highness explained, no? She was to give a live performance of her choosing to the court. Isaiah: ....no..I..can’t say she did. Both Colette and Lawrence: ooooh… Colette: Well, then this WILL be grand! Lawrence: Indeed! Colette: fair well Isaiah! Lawrence: We look forward to your...intresting performance. {They walk away giggling; Cut to Isaiah walking into the Garden courtyard as Nobility of all kinds congregate} Rapunzel: Isaiah! *she runs over to him* look at you! Isaiah: *bows* Your majesty. Rapunzel: oh stop. I’m aunt Punzie and will accept nothing else! Isaiah: *chuckles* Thank you. I have to say this is harder than I thought {He takes a small cup of tea from the tray offered to him; Eugene walks over} Eugene: well lookie here! Hey, sunshine have you seen Isaiah? All I see is this dashing young man. Isaiah: Thank you, your majesty. Eugene: I have to say I’m impressed. This is a huge favour you’re doing for us. Rapunzel: I’m glad you’re able to attend Isaiah. Noble or not you’re always welcome here. {Isaiah smiles but then makes a disturbed face as Rapunzel and Eugene keep talking; in the background an old man with grey-blonde hair talks with others of the court; Isaiah’s brow furrows as he walks over to him} Isaiah: Good afternoon, your grace… Leonard: Hmm? I say...Have we met previously, young man? Isaiah: Indeed we have...Grandfather. Leonard: Gran-...Isaiah? Isaiah: how lovely...you remember me. Leonard: Of course I do. Well now. You’ve grown into a fine young man. How long has it been? Isaiah: Eight years, Grandfather. Leonard: indeed. You have your mother’s eyes, my boy. Isaiah: I find it curious grandfather. Leonard: Pardon? Isaiah: You call me your boy and yet you disowned me for things out of my control. The circumstances of my birth. Leonard: Isaiah… Isaiah: you forced my mother into marriage with a cruel man whom treated her like the dirt under our shoes for the sheer fact that she felt no affections for her- Leonard: N-Now see here- Isaiah: and made her and my father live days in loveless depression! Then when they died you cast me out as if I were nothing. Did I mean so little to you!? Leonard: YES! {The music stops and everyone stares} Leonard: Now that I stare at your face I can see only him. What my daughter saw in that... Riff Raff I will never understand. and from this conversation, something has been made very clear within my mind. you're just like him. you carry his traitorous blood within your veins and it shows. you're not worthy of your noble status. I wouldn't even spit in your direction. {Isaiah turns and runs out as the crowd stares; Rapunzel frowns in empathy; Cut to Isaiah looking out an open window in the castle; Rapunzel walks up} Rapunzel: Isaiah? Are you okay? Isaiah: I really messed things up today didn't I? Rapunzel: I don't understand. how did you mess anything up? Isaiah: I made a promise I couldn't keep, I have to perform in front of a live audience which I've never done before, and I just had a huge disagreement with my grandfather in front of the entire court. Rapunzel: I... okay yeah that is pretty bad. but none of it is your fault. you were trying to be nice to Lily and to be honest she should have told you what was going to be expected of you. as for your grandfather… it's his loss. Isaiah: I just don't understand. Rapunzel: don't understand what? Isaiah: didn't you hear what he said to me? traitors blood... that's what he thinks I have in me. no matter how hard I try to appeal to anyone that's all they're ever going to see... my father's reputation will always precede my own no matter how hard I try. Rapunzel:... Isaiah can I tell you something? Isaiah:... why not?... Rapunzel: Plus est en vous… Isaiah:... there's more in you? Rapunzel: you see I wish I knew French back when I was first told this. I completely butchered the pronunciation. before you were born I was new to the whole royal thing. I had no idea what was expected of me from the kingdom. not to mention there were other things going on that hopefully, you'll learn the full story to when you’re older... the point is the former Queen... my mother. she told me that there was more in me. I didn't understand it at first but as time went on I began to realize what it meant. Isaiah: what does it mean? Rapunzel: for there to be more in you, it means that you're more than what you're expected to be. you're more than your past. you're more than what others think of you. You are Isaiah. be Isaiah... Isaiah: What if people don't like… “Isaiah” Rapunzel: *giggles* you remind me so much of your dad when he was younger. always worried about what others thought of him. always worried about making people proud of him. if people don't like “Isaiah” then like I said. it's their loss. {Isaiah hugs her and she hugs back} Isaiah: thanks...Aunt Punzie… {Cut to later and Eugene gets up on the stage in the courtyard} Eugene: alright ladies and gentlemen as you all know Princess Lily was to give a live performance to the court, however, unfortunately, it seems that the princess is under the weather at the moment. so instead performing before you all tonight will be Isaiah... the son of Varian and the late duchess Estelle. {glass shattering is heard and some gasp; Cut to Rapunzel straightening Isaiah's collar} Rapunzel: You still have time to back out if you want. No one will judge you. Isaiah: *smirk* not a chance. {Rapunzel smiles and Isaiah walks on stage} Isaiah: *bows* Good evening ladies and gentlemen. {A piece of cake lands next to him on stage presumably being thrown} Isaiah: huh... that's original normally it's tomatoes. {Rapunzel runs over and plays on the piano; she nods at Isaiah and he nods back; Start the song “more in me”} {Isaiah} I was born here, into this world With noble blood the same as you It was always hit or miss I Could never get it right Then I learned a truth I thought couldn’t be true Then you kicked me out Shut me out Made me feel wrong for being alive I was only five, far too young to feel that way. Well look at me now I made a solemn vow to not care for you You’re not worthy Someone once told me There is more in me And I’m inclined to believe~! Look at me now! At all I’ve done I’m not afraid of you at all There’s nothing to fear For I am here And here I’ll stand forevermore! You can kick me out And shut me out Make me feel wrong for being alive Do your worst I’m wide open

But know I’ll always survive~! plus est en vous

{End song; Isaiah gets down from the stage and hears the audience slowly begin to clap; even Colette is clapping whilst Lawrence stands mouth agape; Rapunzel and Eugene run over and hug him} Eugene: That was amazing! Rapunzel: why didn't you tell us that you were such a good singer!? Isaiah: I don't normally like to do it in front of people. Leonard: ahem...Isaiah. Isaiah: Grandfather… Leonard: that was an... interesting performance to say the least. I'm sure your mother would have enjoyed it… Isaiah: I'm sure she would have as well. I suppose it's time I made my leave then. but there is one last thing I wish to say to you, grandfather. Leonard: oh? and what on Earth could that be? { Isaiah calmly picks up a Teacup and splashes liquid in his grandfather's face} Leonard: Isaiah!? Isaiah: that is for my mother! Eugene: *snerk* Oh damn. Leonard: That is simply not done! Isaiah: you're right grandfather it's not done. but then again last time I checked you said I wasn't a noble. so why should I care? {he drops the teacup and it shatters as he walks away; cut to nighttime and Isaiah sits out front of his house staring at the stars when Varian walks up} Varian: So the queen informed me of what happened at the Royal Banquet... you splashed tea in his face. Isaiah: indeed I did… Varian: you know as a father I should punish you for doing such a thing to someone... but considering that it was him... I'd rather say...That's my boy. {Isaiah smirks and leans on his dad} Isaiah:... it's a nice night out... hey Dad? Varian: hmm? Isaiah: do you think Mom would be proud of me? Varian:... Isaiah, she would be so proud of you. {a transparent apparition of Estelle only the audience can see is sitting next to them watching the stars and smiling} {END CREDITS}

#TTS #RTA #tangled #Rapunzel #tangled the series #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #tts oc #Isaiah #Varian #Eugene Fitzherbert #matters of the heart #MotH #fan fic

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a-d-curtis · 4 years

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Slush-Savage, Rubble-Brain, Ember-Eater, Air-Head

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Aang’s eyebrows pulled together in quick irritation. “What did you say?”

The night had grown dark among the trees behind the small knot of earth kingdom soldiers gathered around the campfire. It had rained earlier in the day, the ground around the camp still squishing wetly as evidence. The group circled rather closely around the fire, as much to dry off as to enjoy one another’s company as they laughed raucously. No one seemed to notice the Avatar’s sudden shift in mood as they continued to talk and joke.

This group of men represented a small military team assembled to travel from Ba Sing Se to the earth kingdom town of Lin’ah, a squat little village somewhere in the northern forests that, over the past few years, had received some harassment by an opportunist clan to the east. The clan had demanded a mandatory tribute from the townspeople, who had been left vulnerable since the removal of Fire Nation troops at the end of the war. The people of Lin’ah had been happy to be rid of the Fire Nation, but when the troops went, the town was left weakened and defenseless.

The town was small and remote enough that not until now, nearly ten years after the end of the war, was their plight finally brought to the Earth King’s notice and deemed worthy of attention. In fact, it likely still would not have been deemed worthy of royal intervention at all if it weren’t for a desperate twelve year old girl who had grabbed the hand of the Avatar’s fiancé in a market, begging for her help to plead with the Avatar for mercy to save her family and her town. Not long afterwards, King Kuei took a “particular interest” in Lin’ah, and the injustices happening there.

Aang had been traveling with this small company of soldiers for the last week, and had become familiar with each man, beginning to consider them as friends. Overall they were a simple lot, coming from humble backgrounds and spending their professional lives in the military. For some, the end of the war, although welcome news, had thrown an air of uncertainty on their future careers that professional soldiers had not known in one hundred years.

One of the men, Lang, a sergeant not more than a year or two older than Aang (if you don’t count Aang’s iceberg years) and who had been in the army since he turned fifteen, elbowed Aang with a laugh, “Lighten up! He didn’t mean anything by it. She’s real pretty, your Tribal girl,” and then turning to his companions with a conspiratorial wink, “Earth knows half the dirt-heads here wouldn’t mind getting wet with their own water squaw, eh boys!?” A loud round of guffaws burst from the group.

Its not like Aang hadn’t heard these derogatory terms used before. When he stopped to think about it, it was interesting so many slurs had remained the same in the last one hundred years; although, admittedly, with one hundred years of separation, war, and resentment, a fair amount of venom and variation had been added to the average person’s derogatory term repertoire.

Aang remembered from his childhood the many less-flattering terms he’d heard in his travels describing him and his fellow nomads: Bean Sprout, Bison Jockey, Blow Hard, and Gust-Queer to name a few.

Aang remembered with clarity his first trip away from the Southern Air Temple after receiving his arrows. As they entered an Earth Kingdom town he had walked a little taller next to Monk Gyatso, immensely proud of his hard-earned tattoos. Moments later, however, he deflated, his shoulders sagging and his ears reddening when a group of Earth Kingdom kids his own age had shouted, “Lookie there! A Grandpa Tats with his very own Tat pup!” followed by a chorus of barks while the boys held their fingers on their heads in mock of his arrow. He had known this kind of racism before, but somehow the shame of it had burned in his gut with added shame that day.

Strangely enough, now Aang was spared much of the racial discrimination his forefathers experienced simply due to the fact that very few remembered what prejudices to hold against the widely forgotten and almost entirely misunderstood Air Nomads... As the sole remaining representative of his people, and the Avatar no less, whatever presumptions people had became more of a personal issue rather than a racial concern.

His fiancé, however, was not exempt from the racism common among the three nations.

Aang remembered as a kid the way Katara’s face had ducked and colored in shame when workers on a dock would call out “Hey Beads!” or men lazing on a corner would whistle at the “Snow-fox Darky”. He remembered how Sokka’s jaw and fists had clenched in their travels when others would refer to him as a “Drip” or an “Icie”. Although his own blue-arrowed fists had clenched in anger too, they all knew that such slights weren’t worth a confrontation. Most of the time they just tried to ignore them.

And not all prejudices came from the other nations; sometimes there were even divisions within the nationalities themselves. Although they had traveled to the North Pole countless times since the end of the war, Katara still felt at times an invisible distance between herself and some from her fellow water tribesmen in the North. It wasn’t just the sexism that, although improving, was still a fetter on the culture there. She found that many looked down their noses at her; that the term “Southerner”, although not a bad term by itself, when said with the right kinds of superiority, might as well have been a slap to the face.

But one beautiful thing about his fiancé was her righteous indignation, her ever readiness to set injustice to right. So it was not uncommon for Katara to fight back, for Sokka to candidly correct the slurs, for Aang himself to call out the racism when it was blatant.

But experience had taught them that blatant was much easier to combat than the small, daily discriminations that often popped up suddenly, fleeing away too quick for retaliation, but still leaving hurt in its wake. Sometimes it was clear that the perpetrator did not even realize they had done anything offensive. Many of these slights were done in ignorance.

But it rankled Aang whenever it happened. Katara enduring fake smiles to her face, that turned to acid remarks when her back was turned. The lurid looks from men who excused themselves for such disrespect due to their perceived superiority. Prices that were somehow higher for her than when he asked for the same product a moment later; storekeepers who clutched their wares closer when Sokka or Hakoda walked passed.

Katara had raged at first, but with no place to direct her anger, he watched as she began to simply file away the pains somewhere inside. Aang could do little more than boil internally, and when that cooled, long for a way to fix it all for the woman he loved.

Aang tried to remind himself that no one was free of biases. Aang recalled the number of times he had heard Sokka curse the “Ash-lickers” or “Pyre Brains”. He had even overheard Katara calling Toph a “Dirty Crag” once under her breath after the two had butt heads. And he knew that he himself had biases too. That it was hard, maybe even impossible, to fully escape the assumptions of one’s upbringing.

Har, a soldier sporting large side-burns in a vain attempt to age his baby-face leaned over, throwing his arm around Aang’s shoulder, “Seriously! Wouldn’t mind a water whip from her, eh!”

Aang bristled again, his angry huff making the campfire flare. “Watch your mouths, boys.”

Shunmu held his hands up in surrender from across the fire, “We mean no disrespect, Aang. On the contrary. Clearly Har is just jealous!”

Har laughed, “Yes. Yes I am!”

Taking a long calming breath, Aang forced a cocked smile, “Well Katara is taken. I’ll ask you to keep your grubby thoughts, and vile words, to yourselves.”

Since his defeat of Fire Lord Ozai so many years ago, Aang had found his new role as Avatar sometimes hard to navigate, and very often impersonal. He was treated with a high level of deference, which as well meaning as it was, was often very isolating. Aang had enjoyed his time with these soldiers, who after a few days traveling with him had opted to treat Aang as a person, as one of the group. Aang had enjoyed the easy comradery, welcoming being included in the gentle ribbing and joking that came so easily among them. For this reason Aang was loath to pick a fight with his new friends, not wanting to ruin the ease of their companionship.

But even as the joking continued, it was obvious that the Avatar was no longer at ease.

“Whoo, looks like we touched a nerve! Don’t go all glowy on us – we’re just having a bit of fun!”

“Yeah, we don’t mean nothing by it.”

“We know you like Tribal women – no need to get uptight. Just wishing we had our own exotic foreign water-fox, am I right boys!”

Aang’s head shot up. Who had said that?!

This was not the first time it had been insinuated that his choice in a wife could be boiled down to some sort of exotic fetish. That Katara’s value to him was just in her foreign beauty.

If only they knew. Katara: she was everything to him.

Lang spoke to the group at large, but clearly for Aang’s ears. “But she ain’t here right now. What’s say we find Aang a good solid earth kingdom beauty once we get to Lin’ah, eh Boys? Let him expand his pallet a little!”

Har joined in, “Yeah, one who can keep quiet to boot! Your water girl won’t ever know the wiser. It might do you well to try some other flavors, know what I mean?”

The fire flared again as Aang stood up abruptly, quieting the boisterous soldiers. He walked to the edge of where the light from the campfire touched before it dissipated into the dark forest beyond. Everyone froze as they watched his ridged back, hands balled into fists by his sides.

But when he turned to face his friends again, he had visibly calmed. There was even the trace of a smile beginning at the corners of his mouth.

“No thanks. I’m definitely not interested.” And a wicked glint shone in his eye as his grinned widened, “But I would like to introduce you to Katara sometime. Did you know that she’s an accomplished Water Bender? She taught me everything I know. Including this move…”

Aang swept his arms around his head in a large circle, calling water from the rain puddles surrounding the camp and bending it into a large flowing ring above the soldiers’ heads, every man’s eyes following the water’s circling motion above them.

Aang continued, “Wanna see what she would do if she heard some of the things you’ve said tonight?”

Without waiting for an answer Aang halted his arms’ circling and splaying his fingers for a moment, the water stopping its movement, waiting suspended in unnatural immobility. The men’s countenances grew uneasy in the stillness. Then, with a sudden strike downwards with his arms, the water formed into long spikes of ice, every one streaking downward and wedging into the ground between each soldier’s thighs. Aang’s precision was startling, no one was hurt, but every man there could feel the cold radiating off the ice, eyes wide knowing how close the spikes had struck.

Silence and shock filled the air as they stared down at the ice between their legs.

Aang spoke again, keeping his tone light and conversational, “My family is Water Tribe now, ya know. I’ve never met any people more kind and loyal and brave. I really do hope you get to meet Katara someday. But I’d advise you to watch your mouths when she’s around. Because one difference between me and my fiancé is…”

Aang pursed his lips trying hard to hold back a laugh, “She’s likely to aim a little higher.”

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A/N: I got thinking about how in a world divided up into such distinct and separate nationalities, racism would surely be a part of society.

#ALTA Aang Kataang AvatartheLastAirbender Avatar AvatarAang

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teresabaldini · 4 years

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(KEIRA KNIGHTLY + CISFEMALE ) — Have you seen TERESA BALDINI? This THIRTY-FIVE year old is a LIBRARIAN who resides in BROOKLYN. SHE has been living in NYC for NINE YEARS, and is known to be ADVENTUROUS and RESILIENT, but can also be UNFORGIVING and BLATANT, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with COFFEE and WORN BOOK SPINES

Hello everyone! I am Les and this shall be my feral nerd, Teresa. I used to be in the group a while back so if we had plots going, I would love to continue them. If not, that is cool too! I’ll be linking her wanted connections down below so please take a lookie see because I am so down to plot with you all!

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Wanted Connections

Born in Lexington, MA, Teresa was happily raised by two of the most humble and hardworking people she would ever meet. While her family never needed for anything, her parents’ resilience motivated Teresa to be an A+ student and becoming her senior class valedictorian. Despite her dedication to her studies, Teresa had a taste for adventure and the exciting thrill of the unknown.

, she met Paloma. A girl with a wicked smile that made Teresa’s knees weak. It was the first time she became infatuated for someone. Becoming inseparable, they fell in love and planned to move to NYC together. But that day never came. Tragically, Paloma was struck by a drunk driver and died on impact.

Despite her dreams of attending to NYU and moving to the city, Teresa opted to stay in Massachusetts and attend Harvard. She told her parents she wanted to be close to them but in truth, she couldn’t face the future she had longed for with Paloma.

Majoring in History and English with a minor in Spanish, Teresa made the most of her education at Harvard and made many friends. And yet, her heart wasn’t the same. To ease her pain, she jumped from one lover to the next, never really letting herself open up to the possibility of love.

Upon graduating from Harvard, she was hired by her favorite professor as a research assistant and entered the Library Science Program at U.S.C. After four blissful years of being a nerd, Teresa decided it was time to move back to the East coast and crashed on Paxton’s couch until she found a job and a cute apartment to move into.

Within a year of moving to NYC, Teresa had found her dream job, senior librarian at the New York Public Library and was exceptionally proud of her growing plant collection. She became fast friends with the owner of the bagel shop down her street and she enjoyed her subway commute to work. Her life was great... until she fell in love again. Despite her evison to love, she found herself hopelessly -or foolishly- in love again. After a month of dating, against their better judgement they got engaged and eloped without telling anyone. She thought they would spend the rest of their lives together. But their secret marriage quickly fell apart and was annulled, leaving Teresa disillusioned with love. (It’s a wanted connection if you are interested! Slide into my dms, babe! )

Quick Facts:

Teresa has no filter and will say whatever is in her head. As you can imagine, it often puts her in a difficult pickle.

Teresa collects two things: plants and books. Please do not make her choose between them. She might kill you.

After Paxton, her favorite person in the whole world is Louie. Her pet turtle.

She has a knack at becoming friends with complete strangers on the subway and learning their whole life story before their final stop.

Despite living in the city, Teresa prefers the outdoors and will often go to the Black Mountain Loop trail in the weekend to hike.

Raised Catholic, Teresa still goes to church even though she sins on the regular.

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thetokenmuggle · 4 years

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The Sleep Over PT 1

M Included : Jane, Minah, Sungjae, Tyler , Daniel, Milo, Charlie, Astrid , Minjae. Oli Mentioned : Tara, Mark, Ella , Suho

“Daddy, is it one o’clock yet?” Charlotte asked from her seat at the kitchen counter, her coloured pencil tapping against the counter impatiently. “I can’t understand that old clock,” she said pouted glaring at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the kitchen. M chuckled moving to lean down beside his daughter.

“Not quite love,” he said. “You see you need both hands of the clock to be on the one,” he explained. “And what is the rush? Are Mummy and I not enough for you anymore?” he asked.

“Daddy there are no hands-on that clock, what are you talking about?” Charlie said shaking her head. “And yes you are,” she said sound far too tired for a three-year-old. “but mummy and Milo have gone to the shopping and you said i can’t go on the jumping castle until one,” she said pouted waving her pencil at him. “Plus I haven’t seen my friends since Thursday,” she sniffed. M bit back a chuckle, it was only two days but he was sure to Charlie it felt like a lifetime. She couldn’t go to daycare yesterday because she had a bad case of the sniffles. “I don’t even know what happens with Miss Barrett and Mr Jackson!” she exclaimed dramatically.

“What is happening with Miss Barrett and Mr Jackson?” M asked brows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know,” Charlie huffed. “Astrid said she will tell me, once she did i will tell you,” Charlie said. M tilted his head actually laughing this time ruffling Charlie’s blonde hair as he stood up causing the three-year-old to huff as she tried to fix her hair.

“Okay well you tell me as soon Astrid tells you,” M said seriously. Charlie nodded a soft i will coming from her lips. “Now i am about to start making the cupcakes, how many of your friends are coming over again?” he asked her, pretending not to know who was staying over tonight.

“Well let’s see, there is Oli, Ella and Astrid but no Minjae because he is a baby and according to Astrid, he is no fun all he does is cry -” Charlie listed innocently. M frowned as he grabbed the baking trays, he didn’t know Astrid was having trouble adjusting to being a big sister, from what he could recall Astrid was always so excited about Minjae, in fact, he remembered her running excitedly to tell him all about her new baby brother. “And then there is Milo and me,” Charlie continued pointing to herself. “So i think you should make elf-even,” she said holding up ten fingers..

“Eleven,” M corrected her, “And i think i might just make twelve in case,” he said looking over at his daughter who nodded in agreement, happy with what he said. Her attention fully turned back to her colouring. M smiled softly giving her once last glance before beginning his search for ingredients.

“It looks like someone has been busy,” Jane said appearing out of nowhere with Milo and several shopping bags in tow. M was lucky he wasn’t covered in cake batter because he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jump at her presence. Taking a deep breath, he slid the cupcakes into the oven. Standing up and stretching his back out, glaring playfully at his wife who was grinning cheekily at him. She knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of that apparition thing that all the wizards in his life tended to do. Honestly how hard was it to just walk through the front door?

“Don’t give me that look,” Jane pouted. “It’s almost one,” she as she walked over to the counter placing the shopping bags down. “And how are my babies?” she asked leaning down and kissing the top of Charlotte’s head. Milo who was following behind her scoffed muttering they had no babies in the house.

“I’ve been colouring,” Charlie exclaimed holding up her picture. “Lookie,” she said. “Here is Milo,” she pointed to a blue scribble, “Maman,” she said pointing to a yellow scribble, “Daddy,” she said pointing to a green scribble “And then me,” she said pointing to a pink scribble.

“It’s beautiful,” Jane said with a soft smile. “We have an artist in our mist love,” she said to M. “It’s so good i am just going to stick it on the fridge,” she said taking the paper off Charlie and sticking on the fridge right next to Milo’s picture of a puppy.

“Our fridge is going to become the next Lourve soon everyone will want to come and see the great art off Milo and Charlie,” M proclaimed dramatically. “How much do you think we should charge them?” he asked looking at Jane who hummed.

“Art like this is priceless M, how could you even think of charging people to see such culture?” she joked.

“Mum, Dad, you are being weird again,” Milo said seriously. M and Jane both looked at him scandalized. He was saved from being questioned about how they were weird by the doorbell ringing.

“They are here,” Charlie yelled happily jumping off her chair and racing towards the front door, Milo followed after her excited yells could be heard.

“So this is going to be our life for the next few hours,” Jane said patting M on the back. “Think we can survive?”

“Course we can,” M said. “You and me together, it’s an unbeatable combination,” he said wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her in.

“Uncle Sungjae!!! Aunty Minah!!” They heard both of their children call out excitedly.

Pressing a soft kiss to Jane’s forehead. “Think we should go save them?” he whispered. Jane hummed pretending to think about it before muttering a suppose so. M laughed grabbing her hand as they began to walk out to the hallway finding Sungjae, Minah and baby Minjae effectively rounded up by three toddlers. Milo and Charlie were busy telling them about their weeks and anything else that pops up in their little minds. Astrid stood to the side looking less than impressed.

From beside Jane let out of high pitch squeal before racing forward. “Is that my little cutie?” she cooed as soon she got in front of Minah. M noticed Astrid scoffing rolling her eyes, M’s nose scrunched noting that he should have a conversation with his goddaughter later today. “You come say hi to Aunty Jane,” she said taking Minjae off a slightly pouting Minah. “Come in, come in,” Jane said as Minah, Sungjae and Astrid moved inside.

“Come on Astrid, we have a jumping castle,” Charlie said excitedly, linking arms with her friend and dragging her towards the backyard. Milo following them after them singing out about how he can jump higher than both of them.

“A jumping castle?” Sungjae asked, eyebrow cocking up in amusement as he looked over at M. “It’s going a little far don’t you think?” he said teasingly. “And it looks like i won’t be going anywhere for a little since your wife has hijacked my son,” he said nodding to their living area where Minah and Jane were both cooing over Minjae.

“Yes and what of it?” M said with a shrug. “And should you be talking considering you created an entire toyline for your daughter’s first sleepover,” M pointed out as Sungjae’s nose scrunched up. “And yeah might as well get comfortable because it’s going to be a while,” M said watching as Jane and Minah made themselves comfortable in the living room. “Is that Astrid’s things?” M said gesturing towards the Chanel backpack in Sungjae’s hand.

“Oh yeah,” Sungjae said seemingly forgetting that he was even holding it. “She packed it herself she is very proud,” Sungjae said. It sounded like someone else was pretty proud of her to. “Also i am not meant to tell you but she might have snuck a few snacks in there but that is only in case Uncle M and Aunty Jane try to make her eat apples or any apple-based dish,” Sungjae chuckled.

“You dibber dobber,” M joked. “And thanks for the warning, Jane doesn’t want them to have to much sugar before bedtime- “ M said. He could only imagine what it would be like to try and put 5 kids hyped up on sugar to bed. Nope he would not be subjecting himself to that. “Here,” he said reaching for the bag.”I’ll take that up to Charlie’s room, You can go stop my wife from inviting Minah and Minjae to stay the night,” M said watching the way his friends contorted in a look of disgust.

“Astrid would probably wipe Aunty Jane completely if she did that,” Sungjae said as he handed M her backpack. M frowned about to ask Sungjae about how Astrid was really doing with becoming a big sister when there was a loud knocking on the door.

“I better go -” M started to say, he knew Jane wouldn't really want to leave Minjae, anytime after she had seen the little boy she had come home pouting whining about M’s best friend was so mean and didn’t let her have any one on one time with Minjae (the few times M had been there it was more Minah who wouldn't let go of her son) but was interrupted by the over timer ringing out loudly. “Crap,” M said.

“New plan you answer the door and i get the cakes out of the oven?” Sungjae suggested as M nodded muttering a quick thank you as he raced to the door only to almost crash into his wife.

“What’s the rush?” Jane chuckled, eyebrow cocked up in amusement. “And nice bag,” she teased pointing to Astrid’s backpack that was hanging off his shoulder.

“I just figured you’d want to spend some time with Minah and Minjae before the rest of the kids show up,” M muttered looking down sheepishly.

“You are so cute,” Jane said wrapping her arms around M neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

“Yes M is very cute, open the door,” A deep voice called out behind the door, ruining the moment entirely. Jane rolled her eyes muttering of course it’s them. M sighed giving her a sympathetic smile as he moved to open the door.

“Hello Mr M and Mrs M,” Oliver greeted Jane and himself. “Oli made you these to say thank you for letting Oli stay tonight,” he said handing M a container of what looked like choc chip cookies. Jane moved coming to stand beside M, smiling down at the young boy before looking up and narrowing her eyes at his father’s.

“Why thank you Oli,” M said with a small smile handing the cookies to Jane. “You didn’t have to back us cookies though we are happy to have you here,” M said the younger boy who beamed. “Milo, Charlie and Astrid are in the backyard playing on the jumping castle,” M said, smirking as the younger boy's face lit up and he began to vibrate on the spot.

“Daddy? Appa?” Oli said, turning to his fathers looking for permission. “Can Oli go on the jumping castle too?” he asked before pouting. “Oli means can Oli go on the jumping castle too pleabes?” he asked sweetly. Jane leaned her head on M’s shoulder a soft aww escaping her lips. Daniel nodded as Oli grinned, “Where is the backyard?” Oli asked.

“How about i show you,” Jane offered, crouching down so she was on eye level with Oli who eyes darted back to his father’s unsure. Tyler nudged Oli forward a little giving him an encouraging smile. “You can tell me about how you made these yummy looking cookies,” she said holding her hand out. Oli nodded reluctantly, slipping his hand into Jane’s.

Silence fell over the three men as the watched Jane and Oli walk down the hallway. “If you both have time you are more than welcome to come in for a bit,” M offered Daniel and Tyler, “Minah, Sungjae and Minjae are here though -” he said trying not to laugh at the way Daniel’s face soured.

“Oh we are bu-” Daniel started to say but was cut off by his husband

“I suppose we can stay until Ella and Tara show up,” he said as Daniel glared at him. “Plus we need to explain some base rules when it comes to Oliver,”he said stepping into the house. M nodded, so far Oli had only gone to sleepovers at Mark and Tara’s so this was a big step. He was proud, he knew he shouldn't be but it was nice that Tyler and Daniel trusted Jane and himself to look after their son.

“We got your list,” M said, a few days that had got an email with a very detailed list of rules when it comes to Oli. “But that is fine,” he said. He knew how nervous he was the first time Milo stayed over at a friends house. “Is that Oli’s bag?” he asked gesturing to a rather large Gucci backpack with an adorable dragon key chain. “I was just going to take the kids bags up to their rooms so if you want i can take it off you,” he said to Tyler who raised an eyebrow before grinning and handing it to M.

M’s eyes widened as he felt the weight of the backpack, seriously did those two pack their entire house in this bag. He looked over to see Tyler smirking at him as he stepped into the house.

“We weren’t sure what you had here so we covered all bases,” Daniel explained as he followed his husband into M’s home. M took a deep breathe as lugged the bag in, at least he was getting his arm workout in for the day. “Minah is in the living room and the last time i saw Sungjae he was in the kitchen,” M told the pair. “I’ll be right back,” he said to them as he moved towards the stairs. “Make yourself at home,” he said.

He didn’t stay too listen but the two started bickering among themselves, about what M didn’t know and he wasn’t sure what he wanted to know.

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When M came downstairs he didn’t expect to find Astrid sitting at the counter, head in hands, eyes glued to the freshly baked cupcakes. “You aren’t planning on eating them all?” he asked as Astrid jumped up swirling around to glare at M.

“No,” Astrid huffed. “And you shouldn’t sneak up on people Uncle M,” she said, shaking her head disappointedly. .

“You’re right,” M agreed, coming to sit on the stool next to her. “So,” he said, nudging her lightly. “What are we doing?” he asked, stretching his arms out in front of him. Astrid let out a huff in annoyance.

“Okay you don’t want to talk about it,” M said softly. “Have you seen Oli yet?” he asked, changing the subject. “His dad’s dropped him off just before,” he said.

“I did,” Astrid nods,”We played for a little bit but -” she sighed. “Uncle M, i think i am having a midwife christmas,” Astrid said shaking her head. M bit the inside of his cheek to stop him laughing, it was clear that his goddaughter was going through something but there was something inherently hilarious about a three-year-old claiming they were having a mid-life crisis.

“Midlife crisis sweetie,” M corrected. “And why do you feel like that? Has something happened?” he asked, Astrid frowned sucking in a deep breath. M eyed her carefully reaching over to rub soothing circles on her back. “It’s okay,” he said softly.

“Minjae happened,” Astrid huffed. “I thought having a little brother would be fun,” she pouted. “But he never plays with me, all he does is cry and eat and he is all smelly,” she ranted. “Maybe if he was a little sister it would be better -” she says. “Charlie is Milo’s little sister and she is awesome,” she pouted.

“Wanna know a secret?” M said, grinning as Astrid nodded enthusiastically. Astrid was a great lover of secrets but a terrible keeper of secrets. “Don’t tell anyone but everyone used to a smelly baby who eats and cries all the time,” M whispered. Astrid’s face morphed into an all too familiar frown. “Even you,” M said.

“No,” Astrid huffed. “I was not,” she said strictly.

“Yes you were i even have proof,” M said as Astrid brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she glared at me. “Once upon a time, a long long time ago, about three - almost four years, a wise king named M and his beautiful queen Jane were at home in their castle playing with a baby prince Milo waiting for princess Charlotte to arrive when there was a loud knock at the door,” he said dramatically. “It was lord Sungjae and his wife with their new baby daughter lady Astrid,” he said.

“No i should be the princess, why are you the king my daddy should be the king,” Astrid ranted.

“My house, My story - I’m king, “ M said childishly sticking his tongue out at Astrid. “Anyway lady Astrid was adorable, not as adorable as Prince Milo of course,” he said making Astrid poke him. “But very very cute,” he added. “But no matter how cute she was, she was still a baby so she hadn’t learned to do all the cool stuff,” he said sounding disappointed. “But as time went on Lady Astrid grew into the amazing little lady sitting next to me,” he said.

“Uncle M , don’t take this wrong but that was a terrible story,” Astrid said rolling her eyes.

“How else could i take that?” M asked with a laugh. “The point is look at how great you turned out with no helping now think about it if you help Minjae out when he grows up how cool he will be,” he said.

Astrid turned, fingers tapping against the counter as she hummed. “So you are saying i should train Minjae?” Astrid said. M opened his mouth to tell her that wasn’t what he meant. “I suppose i can do that, he is cute sometimes -” she said more to herself. “And if i have Minjae on my side i will be unbeatable. He can handle Mummy while I deal with Daddy,” she said.

M tilted his head this conversation didn’t go exactly the way he had planned but you know what he was going to count this as a win. “Sure as long as you don’t use your power against your favourite uncle,” he said pointing to himself.

“Well my favourite Uncle would let me have a cupcake now,” Astrid said spinning back around. “Uncle Woo would and Uncle Suho would bring me a whole bakery,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“That’s because your Uncle doesn’t know how to cook,” M said with an eye roll. “Plus i am the king of this house so i declare that i am your favourite uncle,” he said huffing proudly ignoring Astrid’s that isn’t how it works Uncle M. “Now where does Lady Astrid want to go? Back to Prince Milo and Princess Charlie’s jumping castle?” M asked standing up and holding his hand out.

“Hmm i will but first i am going to say bye to Minjae and get Mummy and Daddy out of here before the embarrass me in front of Oli and his dad’s.” Astrid said with all the nuisance a three year old could muster. M chuckled, Sungjae and Minah were going to have fun with her when she grows up.

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trixcuomo · 4 years

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Ally’s Angels fires back!

((It’s Flava Girl Wednesday again!! A rival to the Kaja-Cola Flava Girls? Already?? Wait, which one is the ‘good one’? Which Warcraft girl band is evil? Or, are they both morally grey... Whu-oh!))

Daily Mail Stormwind: Good evening everyone, this is the sister studio to Daily Mail Orgrimmar--or they’re our little sister? Anyway, it doesn’t matter. We have breaking news. Long-time favorite energy drink GNOMEADE has released the following statement recently after the blow out between Trixany Cuomo and Phurr of the musical band Ally’s Angels--have you seen it? Here’s a re-cap and what Kaja-Cola rival GNOMEADE had to say in response.

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Daily Mail SW: GNOMEADE’s statement released as an exclusive first to the Daily Mail Stormwind is as follows:

Ally’s Angels stands for unity not only among the super-friends of the Alliance but also harmony and justice for all of Azeroth. Trixany Cuomo had no legal call to throw one of her plate greaves at Phuur--not even during a time of war between the Alliance and the Horde would Miss Cuomo have a right to throw an item at the lead singer of GNOMEADE’s premier girl-band.

Miss Cuomo’s actions were completely uncalled for and GNOMEADE will be seeking legal repercussions against Miss Cuomo, the Kaja-Cola Company, and The Kaja-Cola Flava Girls band, whatever they stand for.

But, then again, that seems to contradict with what lead singer Phuur said immediately after the incident, which wasn’t so nice and tidy. Let’s play that clip:

“I vould NEVER normally talk about someone’s racial leader... But zhis girl is supposed to be at ze peak of her career, and she’s out here throwing metal greaves... Trixany needs to know: I’m not ze fellow Hordie down ze bar at ze Wyvern’s Tail, or in trashy Silvermoon.”

Daily Mail SW: Snap! Goodness--I have friends in Goldshire who would have behaved better than these ladies, even IF someone had made a comment about their racial leader--

Phuur: *sage Draenei voice* Zhat sound clip of my voice was heavily edited. Also, I did not insult Lor’thremar, the current leader of ze Blood Elves. I insulted Kael’thas Sunstrider, who is vastly different.

Daily Mail SW: And she feels such conviction about her position too! Phuur, lead singer of GNOMEADE’s Ally’s Angels, cut me right off. I was just about to introduce you Miss Phuur and let the folks out there know we have the Ally’s Angels ladies themselves here, in studio tonight. I was going to ask if you cared to back up GNOMEADE’s evident sass in response--but you’re well on your way to greatness here with your words. Please, continue. Do you think Trixany really is all that upset about Kael’thas? Still?

Phuur: Vell, I just think ze whole vorld of Azeroth would agree. And Darenor. Kael’thas vas a fiend and a villain. He deserves to be insulted in public. Why she felt so insecure after so many years serving as a Sunfury, being faced with the inanity of her own crimes first-hand--Trixany did live through Voren’thall the Seer surrendering to the Sha’tar, did she not? I vas there in Shattrath ven it happened, no?

Daily Mail SW: Ohh, it gets even more interesting! Were you an Aldor at the time that Trixany was a Scryer?

Phuur: Vat? Are you stirring things up intentionally? No, as I said. She vas vorse zen even a Scryer. She vas a Sunfury soldier misguidedly serving under Kael’thas all those years ago!

Daily Mail SW: I thought that was what you said, but I guess my mind still would not go there? Trixany Cuomo, an evil Sunfury! Get out!

Phuur: Yes, yes!

Daily Mail SW: Man, that blows my mind all over my face. *handsome smile* Not to over-focus on Phuur, ladies. I definitely want to get the other Ally’s Angels a chance to react to this--

Ally’s Angels: *the girls nod and politely reassure the Human man interviewing*

Phuur: And more zen even zat! I saw Trixany back then, vith my own eyes--who could miss her tangerine red hairdo? I saw her valk back, ooover the bridge when Voren’thaal and ze others surrendered to ze Light. She vent right back to Kael’thas.

Daily Mail SW: You must have some memory, Phuur!

Phuur: I do! It sounds crazy, but I do! They put Trixany in jail for it later, and that’s in the record books--but it’s like she came out of the Sunspire Keep last year after her sentence, and she learned absolutely nothing.

Daily Mail SW: Hold on, *taps his Gnomish hearing device* I’ve checked with our producers. This isn’t another rumor, this is true. Trixany Cuomo did, in fact, serve prison time in Silvermoon City after the Burning Crusade in Outland. It was because she started a pro-Kael’thas riot, even after the poor fel-addicted prince died. Apparently, Trixany’s completely reformed now. Or so we think?!

Phuur: Reformed? How? She got violent ven I spoke a truth about Kael’thas. Her fractured vision of the vorld--two vorlds--zat is the fallacy.

Ally’s Angels: Gelica (Human), Phuur (Draenei), Roary (Worgen)

Daily Mail SW: Spoken like a true follower of the Light and of the great Naaru who, as we know, saved our bacon on many occasions. Gelica? Roary? Do you have anything to add to this? It must have been a traumatic experience, seeing your lead singer being attacked in this way. It was at a pretty prominent event as well, right?

Gelica: *confident Human voice* Yes. It was the Gala for the Orphans of Azeroth. I just don’t understand how this Flava Girl band can claim to be cross-faction, or even sing cross-faction songs, when their leader behaves this way. I even heard they were singing something about Malfurion when they were at your sister studio, in Orgrimmar. What right did they have to do that?

Roary: *chipper, yet gravelly Worgen voice* Oh gods, that--Looky hea, yeah? I’m a druid myself. I almost gagged hearin’ that gab. That was ‘orrific. And how is Tyrande supposed to feel? Eh? Because that’s not a kind thing to say about someone’s wife, *she sings it* ‘my Shan’dooo’? That their husband belongs to you--

Gelica: *nods agreement* I am sad for Tyrande but honestly... It kinda is about time someone wrote a love song for Malfurion. *blushes* He’s such a sweetie.

Phuur: You know, everyone secretly loves Malfurion. If anyzing, zat vas our brand, not theirs. Hrmph. Zey vent too far.

Daily Mail SW: It almost sounds like Ally’s Angels is jealous that the Flava Girls grabbed such a hot topic in one of their songs. Did I guess right? It must burn that they made a song about a prominent Alliance leader when the flagship girl-band of GNOMEADE, who is a direct rival to Kaja-Cola, and named for the Alliance itself--Ally’s Angels--failed to hit that benchmark. Care to comment on that?

Roary (Worgen), Phurr (Draenei), Gelica (Human) in their proud Alliance officer armor-slash-costumes

Ally’s Angels: *cross their legs in unison, intelligent silence*

Daily Mail SW: How about it! Did I step right into the middle of what is really a GNOMEADE versus Kaja-Cola war, ladies? Did GNOMEADE tell you to insult Kael’thas at the orphans gala? Saying that Kael’thas used to punt gnomes off the decks of the Mechanar to go flying across Area 52, and at a save-the-orphans event? I guess that is kind of a big tell, right there.

Phuur: *polishes her nails on her blue tabard*

Daily Mail SW: I suppose I should also inform you ladies that I used to be SI: 7 before I took up this gossip rag gig.

Phuur: ...No comment. Vut those do sound like ze kind of conspiracy ideas you’d get by drinking Kaja-Cola.

Gelica: Ha! Good one, Phuur...

Phuur: *smirks* Hey, ven I see it, I see it.

Daily Mail SW: Excellent come back, ladies. Now, not to be outdone by the Orgrimmar studio, would you like to sing a little something to prove your merit? That you are the best Azeroth girl band by far and would never stoop so low as to sabotage the Horde’s Flava Girls?

Phuur: Look at him. He thinks he’s so clever, but I can see he’s put us on the spot. Ladies? Shall we?

Ally’s Angels: *stand and close their eyes reverently, then sing out loud and proud*

We are Alliance (what), We're not gonna give up (what), Allies don't stop (what), Allies slay harder (what) We are Alliance (what), Together we make it (what), Ally's Angels don't stop (what), For the Alliance!

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Daily Mail SW: Sexy and inspirational! Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t know who could have said it better. Except for maybe... the Kaja-Cola Flava Girls? They’re bound to prepare a rebuttal to that argument, and I don’t think it’s going to be a fluffy cross-faction song this time. This should be an exciting, entertaining year with GNOMEADE and Kaja-Cola at each other’s throats via their respective girl bands and I, for one, can’t wait for the flavorblasted fallout.

Ally’s Angels: *pump fists, cheer and high-five one another as if after a good battle. An ice cold pitcher of bright blue GNOMEADE with glasses is wheeled out on a silver cart by a trio of Gnomes in corporate blue-and-yellow suits and ties. Phuur hands a glass over to their handsome Human host and toasts her bandmates before they take coordinated, elegant sips*

Daily Mail SW: Yum! Refreshing! Well it ain’t Kaja-Cola but it’s been giving me ideas all evening *he looks over a leggy, winking Phuur*. From everyone here at the Daily Mail Stormwind, *he raises his glass* thank you, and good night!

#kaja-cola #gnomeade #wyrmrest rp #kaja-cola-flava-girls

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chid-sen-gan-blog · 5 years

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My Reaction to GoT 8.03 (”The Long Night”)

Hello! I’m back for another recap/review!

I’m so sorry this took so long, but I was a bit… uninspired. But it’s here now, and I hope you enjoy!

Once again, featuring running commentary from my Dad and Brother because I love them and their witty remarks. (all thoughts and quotes are from our first time viewing it, per usual)

WARNING: Spoilers for anyone who hasn’t seen the episode yet, though this warning might be irrelevant at this point.

WARNING 2: My family and I (namely me) weren’t really fans of this episode, so things get… pretty snarky at some points. Also, there’s a lot of shade - no pun intended - thrown at the lighting throughout. A lot. All these are just the opinions of three people, however, and not meant to offend anyone. If you enjoyed the episode, then lucky you more power to you - you do you! :)

And last, but certainly not least, a huge thank you to everyone who supported the first two installments! Now, time for part three!

So… the new opening credits still haven’t grown on me. But the inclusion of the crypt for this episode is a nice touch

(I have a sinking feeling that taking refuge in the crypts is going to backfire for those hiding there and really hope I’m wrong)

Yay! Sam! Please don’t die on me. Please…

Pre-battle preparation montages always puts me on edge. Now is no exception

Another Alys Karstark shot and I’m still not sure why the crew keeps including them…

“So, the showrunners keep giving us glimpses of Alys Karstark, but do they actually plan on doing anything with her, or…?” - My Wonderful Brother; so I guess I’m not the only one curious

“With D&D at the reigns, she could be there for anything from the kidnap theory to a faceless man revival.” - My Wonderful Dad

“True. Let’s hope they get their story right right tonight, though.” - My Wonderful Brother

“I don’t see how they couldn’t. They already have all the pieces in place. All they need to do is not try anything random.” - My Wonderful Dad

Awwww. My children! D&D, don’t you dare kill off Jaime, Brienne, or Pod. I will find you if you do!!! And no CGI dragons will be able to save you!

(I’m super worried about Pod. He’s right up there at the top of my list with Theon and Grey Worm. And possibly Jorah, but I’m 50/50 with him)

(Maybe 60/40; if Dark!Dany’s a possibility, she needs to suffer a huge loss in this battle. And considering Jorah’s her morality pet/conscience, he would fit the bill)

(basically if Jorah dies this episode, then my confidence in the show going the Dark!Dany route rises)

Tormund! I’m guessing you’ll live. The writers need some fan favorite B characters to make it through the night…

Ooh, Beric. Yeah… you’re probably not one of them…

And the Hound will be needed for Cleganebowl, so he’s safe. No way they’re writing off the guy with all the hype surrounding him and his bro’s one-on-one

Actually, he’s one of the few people I’m absolutely sure will live past this episode

Gendry… 50/50 on you, too, sadly. I hope you make it, though

Darn it, knowing I’m never going to see some of these characters again is making me emotional. And it’s not even ten minutes into the episode!!!

Awwww. Poor Edd. You’re definitely a goner, since you essentially doomed yourself last week

Aaaaaaaand now I”m tearing up. Darn it!!! It’s too early to cry!

My new mantra: Please let Sam live

Wow, that shot is… dark. I wouldn’t have known those were horses if not for the whinnying

GHOST!!! Are we going to see him fight this episode? Because Im so here for it!

My wonderful Dad and Brother are just as pumped to see him as I am. Bless them

“But, seriously, why is Ghost with Jorah and the Dothraki and not with the Northerners in the crypts? Wouldn’t that be more practical” - My Wonderful Brother; taking time from his celebration to ask the tough questions

And here’s Dany to ruin my mood. Absolutely spectacular

“So, do you think she’ll abandon Jon and co during the battle?” - My Wonderful Dad

“Nope, she still wants the North to see her as their hero. It’s more likely she’ll rush in at some point and ruin the plan.” - My Wonderful Brother

Sansa!!! Arya!!!

Hey, remember when Dany stans said that Sansa’s S8 hairstyle was based on their kween’s? Good times, good times

Oooooh. A rider in the night? But who? The gang’s all here, except for Cersei and Euron

Is it Bronn? Kind of bad timing if it is…

No, wait, Carice von Houten was in the credits. It’s Melisandre, isn’t it?

They’re zooming in on Davos, it must be…

Yep.

“So, let’s none of us question why she’s here or how she got around the undead army marching on the North. Deal?” - My Wonderful Dad

“Deal.” - My Wonderful Brother and Less Wonderful I

And, once again, everything’s super dark, even for this show. Is it supposed to be intentional, or…?

I love how Jorah’s like: “I don’t know who the heck you are or what you want or why you’re here, but sure I’ll do what you ask, weird pretty red lady”

FINALLY!!! LIGHT!!! Thank you, Melisandre!

I’ll admit, that was a beautiful shot

I have a real affinity for how Liam Cunningham portrays an angry Davos. I’m not really sure why, but I do

Okay, so Melisandre’s going to die before the dawn. Why do I feel somewhat emotional about it?

(I’m still not over Shireen, so I really have no clue)

Ooooh, that look shared between Melisandre or Arya. Is Arya going to kill her? Maybe because of what happened to Gendry?

Ummmmmm…. Dothraki. What are you doing?

Seriously, what are you guys doing?

Don’t tell me these knuckleheads are actually charging at an enemy they can’t even see…

Oh, shoot. That’s exactly what they’re doing.

………… and now were’s firing the catapults. Umm, hello, don’t we kind of need our supplies for later?! What are you dimwits doing?!?!

No, really, this is idiotic. Why are they lighting things up and charging all gleefully like it’s a 4th of July cookout?!?!

“No, Ghost. Turn around. You’re too smart for this.” - My Wonderful Dad

Well lookie there. The Dothraki charged right into the army of the dead. Who could’ve possibly predicted that? *sarcasm, sarcasm*

“And just like that, the Night King’s added tens of thousands more soldiers to his army. Everyone say “thank you, Dany” for bringing your men who apparently have zero impulse control.” - My Wonderful Brother

“So this is why God didn’t give cavemen fire.” - My Wonderful Dad

You just know that Jaime’s watching this display thinking “why did my men have such a hard time fighting those guys again?”

Aaaaaand the screen’s nearly pitch black again. Dandy

Oh, look, slow-mo Jorah. At least I think it is. It’s kind of hard to tell…

Ugh. Dany. I’m not in the mood for you

Wow, astounding. She’s not going to stick to the plan. I’m sure this will work out just fine

“Told ya’.” - My Wonderful Brother

Nothing screams true love quite like yanking your arm out of your boyfriend’s grasp and snapping at him.

(Anyone else ever get CerseixJaime vibes from these two? And I’m not just talking about the incest…)

Grey Worm putting on his helmet is somehow one of the best parts in this episode so far. And I don’t think that’s a good thing

But still, it’s too early to judge, so I’ll shut up

Why hello, Army of the Dead. How was that 4th of July cookout the Dothraki ran into?

And now it’s time for my favorite game - count the fallen red shirts! Let’s see… 1, 2, oh, there’s a third…

And there’s one red shirt who just realized his name’s never been said on the show and booked. I respect his genre-savyness

Meanwhile, back with the important characters…

No!!! Brienne!!! No!!!

Jaime’s “wench sense” prevails again. That’s my boy

Dany’s “ruin-my-mood sense” is also as strong as ever, apparently

Well, at least the dragonfire shone some light on things

Sansa looking awed at Jon on a dragon is so far one of the best shots in the episode

I will forever hate Jonerys, but Ramin Djawadi always knocks it out of the park with his score - even with their theme.

I wonder if he’ll have anything new to present for this episode…

Jon’s gotten a lot better at riding Rhaegal. That could be very useful in upcoming conflicts… *grins wickedly*

Lovely, now Jon’s stuck in a snowstorm. *sighs* Really, I give him one compliment…

“I just hope that Dany remembers she has to light the trench and doesn’t follow him in.” - My Wonderful Dad

“You’re asking for way too much, Daddy.” - My Wonderful Brother

Aw, Sansa. I’m so proud of you. And this is why I love the Starks - no matter the dangers they face, they’re loyal to their people first and foremost

… Arya, no offense, but your sister’s not much of a fighter. Don’t you think you should give her more than just one tiny dragonglass blade?

Ah, callbacks. But, seriously, give Sansa another weapon

Seeing Jaime, Brienne, and Pod together in any capacity gives me all the feels. All of them. Even when they’re fighting literal zombies

And now Dany’s also lost in the snowstorm. Well, on the bright side, at least she didn’t fly directly into it

Theon!……… yeah, you’re a dead man. I’ll sincerely miss you

And we’re back to the battle. That was… interesting editing

16 red shirts… 17 red shirts… 18 red shirts…

So it’s twenty minutes in and no named characters have died yet. I’m surprised…

And there goes Edd. *cries* Why did I think I was safe?!?! Why?!?!?!?!?!

So that’s one death I guessed. I wonder who else…

Okay, is it even possible for Sophie Turner to look anything but beautiful? I mean, even with this episode’s lighting…

I forgot Tyrion was alive Oops

Still have a sinking suspicion the crypts are going to be overrun with wights…

I honestly admire how calm Tyrion is. If my brother was out fighting an army of undead popsicles, you could bet I would be anything but

Jon and Dany bumping into eachother on dragonback is really making me smile. Even though I know it wasn’t intentional this time

If Jorah doesn’t die, Lyanna Mormont will. I’m calling it now

Grey Worm is so far the MVP of this battle. Now I’m really worried about his survival odds…

Soooooooo… are the dragons just going to be lost in this snowstorm the entire episodes? I mean, they have to play a bigger part than that, right?

(if they don’t then Jon really went through some serious guff for nothing)

Jon calling Dany by her nickname again despite knowing she doesn’t like it gives me life. So what if I’m petty?

And back with Theon and Bran after… nothing really happened

“Is it just me, or does the editing this episode feel a little… off?” - My Wonderful Brother

“Not just you. It has been so far. Strange, considering that’s usually one of D&D’s strong points.” - My Wonderful Dad

Aaaaaaand back to the battle after nothing really happened

“….. really?” - My Wonderful Brother

Brienne checking on Pod is what I live for. Honestly, I’m so far more interested in my J-B-P Family Trio than the actual battle

(Though I don’t think I’m supposed to be)

And the lighting is pitch black again. Huzzah

Unsullied don’t feel fear, huh? Welp, Grey Worm’s quickly realizing that most Unsullied don’t usually fight dead men

Really, though, this scene is on-point. Kudos to everyone involved

And now Dany can’t see the signal to light the trench. Yippee…

“YOU HAD ONE JOB, DAENERYS!!! ONE!!!” - My Wonderful Dad

On another note, I think I finally figured out why Melisandre conveniently strolled back into the picture when she did

And there we go

You know, everything has played out so predictably thus far that I feel like D&D are going to pull a huge, random move at some point

One that likely won’t make any sense, knowing them

Oh, I hope that’s not the case

Alright, that shot when Melisandre finally light up the trench is beautiful. I must admit

…………………………………………………………………………. wait, so Jon was just chilling right next to the trench when he could’ve lit it up this whole time?!?!?!?!

Ugh. So far he’s been utterly useless this battle. I mean, I love the guy, but really?

Please tell me they’re just saving his potential for when he fights the Night King. Or, even better, fights him so Bran can take him down

(D&D wouldn’t honestly butcher my boy like this without a reason, right?)

Oh, great. I forgot the Hound has PTSD when it comes to fire. This should be interesting. With any luck, he’ll overcome his fear this episode

Back in the crypts which are still somehow safe

And it’s times like these, when Tyrion touts his own greatness, that I remember he’s much more like Tywin than I’d care to acknowledge

Yes, Tyrion. You would make all the difference out there in the battle. When not even your swordsman brother should, logically-speaking, be near it, given his one hand situation. But, sure. You keep on thinking that.

Sansa laying some truth down. I stan

I really do enjoy her and Tyrion’s chemistry. And it’s actually nice to take a bit of a break from the battle

Oh, look at that. Sansa and Dany aren’t besties after their talk last episode after all. Odd, I could’ve sworn some stans said they were

One of which was, apparently, Missandei

Gee, I love you, Missandei, but that comment was totally uncalled for. They weren’t even talking to you

“And maybe if it weren’t for the dragon queen, the wall would still be standing and the dead wouldn’t even be here.” - My Wonderful Brother

“The girl didn’t even light the trench. Which was, again, her one job!” - My Wonderful Dad

*sighs* I really hate brainwashed Missandei. But I’m sure Dany’s stans will find a woman of color being blindly devoted to a white woman totally empowering

(And, before anyone bashes me, I’m speaking as someone who’s got the blood of all walks of minorities in my veins)

Ad back to Theon and Bran. Are they actually going to do something this time?

Oh, they are!

So, Bran’s “home” quote was said to Theon. Odd, and here I thought he was supposed to have said it to Dany… oh, well

Ooooh, warging Bran. With any luck, he’ll warg into a dragon at some point in this episode

I don’t even care anymore, just let the poor guy be useful in this battle somehow

So… when the army of animated corpses have better battle plans than your armies, exactly how screwed are you?

Jorah ushering Sam to the walls is actually really heartwarming

As is surrogate dad Jaime checking on his adopted son Pod en route to their battle stations

…… Jon has been sitting on the walls of Winterfell for who knows how long doing absolutely zilch. Not burning wights, not guarding Bran, not even brooding. And I’m ticked about it

What the heck, D&D? I thought you loved CGI dragon stuff

Well, finally. Yes, go fight the head popsicle, even if you don’t kill him. Go, my boy, and redeem yourself

The J-B-P Family Trio dynamic is my favorite thing in this episode thus far. Fight me

And Sam and Jorah. I want a spin-off named “Mormont and Tarly” with these two just hanging out

So, it’s almost halfway through the episode and only Edd has died out of the named characters. I have a feeling things are about to get bloody

Well, there goes another red shirt. What was I up to? 42?

No no no no no no no no. Bad wights. Not Jaime. Get off my problematic child! Get off him, darn you!!!

Brienne has “Kingslayer sense” confirmed

Who needs plot armor when you have your totally platonic not girlfriend watching your back?

My children fighting together… *tears up* I’m so proud…

And who needs plot armor when you have your totally platonic not boyfriend watching your back?

Jorah saving Sam with Heartsbane is all kinds of right. That is all

And the Hound is not making any sort of progress with his PTSD. I’m rooting for you, Sandor

Aaaaaaaaaaand…. I’m really tired of ninja!Arya already. I’m sorry. Unpopular opinion, I know, but it seems like the show’s going out of their way waaaay too much recently to make her seem all BAMF. I don’t know, call it personal preference, but I like it when there’s some vulnerability to a fighter

And maybe that hit to the head will take her down a peg. Knowing D&D, though… not likely

Oh, boy. The Hound’s really got it bad. I feel for him….

The fact he cares so much about Arya takes me back to S4, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Ah, the great seasons…

My wonderful Dad and Brother have taken to trying to adjust the brightness on our tv…to limited success. And this isn’t even the darkest the episode’s been…

Okay, I got over Lyanna Mormont in S7, but I have to say, she got the coolest death ever in the show by far. And I’m glad

Also, another predicted death. Makes me wonder about Jorah’s fate now…

So… the dragons above the clouds is a pretty shot and all, but are Jon and Dany just playing hide&seek with the Night King at this point, or…?

Oh, there’s the head popsicle!

(oh, if only fire could burn the unburnt…)

(speaking of which, how does Wightserion manage to breathe fire if he’s a wight and fire kind of kills them all over again? I’ve been wondering…)

“And after less than a minute of the dragons looking like they’d actually do something, we’ve now transitioned in to a game of tag, you’re it.” - My Wonderful Brother, getting fully annoyed with this episode

“At this point you could put Little Sam out in the field and he’d do more than the dragons.” - My Wonderful Dad, getting fully annoyed with this episode

And now Arya’s playing hide&seek with the wights. What is this, buy none get three day?

So… this scene is going to contribute something other than more bad lighting, right? Please say it is…

And nothing’s really happening…

And nothing…

Nothing….

Okay, so I have a feeling this is supposed to come off as a horror movie kind of thing, but it reads more like Tom&Jerry, imo

Wights have better hearing than me. I’m a little jealous

*shudders* Alright, the way that wight re-died (coining that term as of now) when Arya stabbed it was really gross. I tip my hat to the special effects and make-up team

Arya’s running like mad. And I’m happy she seems human again

(On another note, all this focus on Arya is really making me wonder what D&D are planning on doing with her. I can guess it’s something important…)

Too dark to see too dark to see too dark to see too dark to see…

I’m still surprised the crypts are safe. Maybe I’m wrong and they won’t be taken over by the dead after all

“This episode needs more Sansa. I said what I said.” - My Wonderful Brother

The Hound and Beric’s buddy cop adventures continue

Sweet move, Beric. We should enter you in javelin-throwing

Arya fighting just fine with a head wound. Even though I’m pretty sure she must have a concussion. Oh, what the heck, it’s a fantasy show

Beric sacrificing himself for Arya and the Hound in an honestly brilliant scene… that I could hardly see… -_-*

Beric dying to protect them also means that I was probably right before when I said Arya’s going to play an important role in this fight. Or the Hound

But my money’s on Arya. They’ll want a girl power shield in case their plans fall through

Really, the lighting on this episode looks like the contrast effect I add to my Sony Vegas-made AMVs before filtering the colors

So… Melisandre’s alone in this room surrounded by a bunch of doubly dead wights. Did she kill them all herself? Did she flambe them? I would really like to know

And blue eyes. Wait… no.

“They’re going to have Arya kill the Night King. That’s their big twist” - My Wonderful Brother

“But that wouldn’t make any sense. I mean, what about Bran? Doesn’t his whole story revolve around taking down the Night King?Didn’t Uncle Benjen say in no uncertain terms that without Bran they lose everything?” - Me

“Yep. But it’s still going to be Arya.” - My Wonderful Brother

“But what about Jon?! Doesn’t 90% of his arc center around facing this guy, too?! What about their stare down in “Hardhome”?” - Me

“Maybe Jon gets a crack at him, but it’s going to be Arya who finishes him off.” - My Wonderful Brother

“They wouldn’t!” - Me

“Remember Joffrey’s funeral scene in “Breaker of Chains” and how they changed it?” - My Wonderful Dad

“……… oh, no. They would.” -Me

And now I’m worried

I mean, I love Arya, I really do. And I love girls being great. But something like that would just feel so… out-of-the-blue

Please don’t let that be the case

(But then again, my wonderful Brother’s always right)

Theon and the red shirts going to war and I can’t even try to appreciate it

Oh, well, I couldn’t see much of it anyway

And there goes Rhaegal and Wightserion fighting in the sky. And I can’t even see what’s happening. Wondrous

*squinting*

No! Not the cloak Sansa made for Jon! Bad dragon, bad!

*more squinting*

… did Drogon just bite Rhaegal? It looks like it. But I won’t jump to any conclusions just yet because I CAN’T FRICKING SEE!!!

Jon has to be hurt after that fall. There’s no way he only got a few scrapes

Then again, the damage to his body is probably far less than the damage my eyes have taken straining to see the screen

And back to the battle. Time to see if anyone I love is still alive…

*even more squinting*

Ya’ know what, I can’t tell

Oh, great. Dany and the Night King. Well, let’s see if she’s going to kill him and become the heiress of a million more prophecies

Bet you ten bucks she’s going to smile when she burns him

And knock knock I’m here to collect my money

Well, Jon’s staggering around like he’s hurt, at least. That’s good enough for me (at least someone seems to be affected by bodily wear-and-tear)

And the Night King’s not burnt. Oh, this is great!!!

AND THAT SMIRK!!! I CAN’T!!! *falls off chair laughing*

“Can we stan the Starks and the Night King at the same time? Is that even possible?” - My Wonderful Dad

“Well, Dany, your purpose here is done. Time to go back to Meereen.” - My Wonderful Brother

“Excuse me, but what did the people of Meereen ever do to you to have you wish such a thing on them?” - My Wonderful Dad

“Nothing. I just really want Demanding Tourist out of Westeros already.” - My Wonderful Brother

Yes, head popsicle. Get the dragon brat!!! Yeeeeeeeees!!!!!!

Aw, darn it. He missed

Oooh, Jon running at the Night King. Here we go! One-on-one!!!

Oh, shoot. He’s running towards him as the guy’s reanimating the corpses?! Is he really planning on sacrificing himself?!??!

(you know what, never mind. It’s Jon - we already know the answer is yes)

Okay, sweetie, all you need is a few good jabs and I’ll be happy. Just get a couple hits on this guy and I’ll be satisfied

Immediately has “Satisfied” from Hamilton play in my head and chooses to ignore it

Ummm… Jon. Why are you stopping? The path is still clear? Just run through!

Oh, shoot, everyone that was killed is coming back

Oh, hey, look, Jaime and Brienne are still alive… and they’re probably not going to be in two more minutes so I better enjoy it. Good thing I have both Wench and Kingslayer sense, or I might not have been able to tell it was them in the dark

Now where’s Pod? *activates Squire sense”*

And there’s the crypts not staying safe. I fricking called it and I wish I hadn’t

Don’t you dare touch Gilly or Little Sam or Sansa, wights!!!

On another note… how did the wights manage to punch through solid stone with their skeletal hands?

My boy Theon still stepping up. *sighs* I’m really going to miss him… and back from a quick cut, Jon squinting at that dragonfire is me right now, after nearly a whole hour of watching an almost fully-black screen

Giving credit where credit is due, Dany just saved my fav. Thanks for that, but don’t get used to it

Ooooooooh Dany stuck in the middle of nowhere without her dragons surrounded by wights… *pulls out White Walker paraphernalia and foam finger* Team Wights forever!

(What? I did say don’t get used to it)

No Jorah! Nooooooo! Why?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

“WE COULD’VE HAD IT ALLLL!!!!” - My Wonderful Brother

Also, kind of hate how the sword belonging to the family Dany burnt alive is now being used to defend her, but who cares what I think, right?

Jon running past Sam is so wrong on so many levels

On another, however, it shows that he prioritizes Bran - his family - above all else. So, maybe I’m giving D&D too much credit here, but if that’s what they were trying to convey, I can see where they’re coming from

This tunnel run is the most fighting Jon’s actually gotten to do in the episode thus far, which is actually pretty dissapointing

Y’know, considering he was all gung-ho about fighting the Army of the Dead and all

Theon , my boy, you make me proud

Also, what is Bran actually doing? Something important, I hope…

Wow. Dany can magically wield a sword. Where did this sudden skill come from, I wonder…

Are Sansa and Tyrion taking refuge behind Ned’s tomb? *heart breaks into a million pieces*

“YES! WE’RE FINALLY GOING TO SEE SANSA IN ACTION!!!” - My Wonderful Dad

*scene cuts away*

“Hey, I said in action, not inactive! I want to see my girl kill some wights!” - My Wonderful Dad

He’s been a full Sansa stan for only a week yet he gets how awesome she is. I’m so proud of him

Oh, great, Wightserion almost killing Jon

Oh, great, wights almost killing my J-B-P Family Trio

WHY DO PIANO SCORES NEVER MEAN ANYTHING GOOD IN THIS SHOW?!?!?!?!

Yet I’m already loving this score. Let’s see just how much of a next level Ramin Djawadi takes it to

No, bad wights! Don’t kill my children!

No! Don’t make Sam cry!

Noooooooooooo! Don’t say thank you, Bran! Now he’s really going to die!

NOOOOOOO! THEON!!!!!!! *cries hysterically*

Jon… just can’t catch an awesome break this episode, can he? Now he’s got to deal with the dragon he already faced again… *sighs*

And yep. Ramin Djawadi outdid himself with this score. And that’s the hill I die on

Jon, sweetie… why are you randomly screaming at a dragon? Did you hit your head when you fell off Rhaegal? Has the stress of obsessing over the undead finally caught up to you? Did Dany finally break you?

Okay, a white walker’s hair has suddenly turned into a Maybelline commercial

And it’s…

Arya. Oh, boy. Here we go…

Aaaaaaaaand… it’s over. Just. Like. That.

We never even got to know anything about him and that’s it

They Snoke’d him

And Bran was utterly useless, to boot

*left eyes strained from too much squinting twitches*

“They really did it…” - mMe

“Called it.” - My Wonderful Brother

“Well… I guess good for Arya. Right?” - My Wonderful Dad

“No. Not good. Not good. I’m glad she got a chance to shine and I don’t even care about her hitting the final blow. I don’t care who hi it, honestly!!! But Jon and Bran were both completely useless?! EVEN BRAN?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!?! BRAN’S ENTIRE STORYLINE WAS THE NIGHT KING!!! NOW WHAT’S HE ANY GOOD FOR?! TELLING HIS FAMILY THAT JAIME PUSHED HIM OUT A WINDOW?!?! DON’T GIVE ME THAT! I DID NOT SIT THROUGH SEVEN ENTIRE SEASONS OF GAME OF THRONES AND PUT UP WITH SIX OF THEM WATCHING BRAN’S BORING-AS-ALL-HECK VISIONS JUST FOR HIM TO BE PLAYING WARG THE RAVENS THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE EPISODE AND HAVE NO SAY IN TAKING DOWN THE POPSICLE!!!” - Me, with an unpopular opinion that will get me in so much trouble later

“True. His lack of involvement was… dissapointing.” - My Wonderful Dad

“You know, there’s a way it all could’ve worked. All they had to do was have Bran warg into the Night King to try and keep him at bay to give Arya the chance to finish him off. Show a bit of struggle between all three of them and ultimately have Bran be the deciding factor. Maybe throw in a bit of flashbacks to the guy’s past, while they were at it” - My Wonderful Brother

“Yeah, but that would require making the guy look like a legitimate threat in terms of fighting.” - Me

“Oh, that’s an easy fix. They should’ve let Jon fight the Night King before and get royally owned. That would’ve established him.” - My Wonderful Brother

“Not only that, but it would also heighten the expectation that Jon would make a huge comeback, which would really throw the viewers for a loop when Arya comes to save Bran instead.” - My Wonderful Dad

My family, everyone. Also known as my bright spots in the abysmal world

To be fair, the one thing I like about this is that the knife originally intended to kill Bran eventually saved him. Bravo

Welp, there goes Jorah. My heart is already in pieces, so a few more breaks won’t do anything

*cries anyway*

Guess Dark!Dany is probably coming. At least I hope so. And then we’ll have Bronn fight her or some other nonsensical decision. Who cares anymore?

I can’t bring myself to feel a shred of pity for Dany or an ounce of compassion. Yet even I know Emilia Clarke’s acting in this scene is fantastic

And now at the end of the episode we finally have light. And my eyes actually are having a hard time adjusting to it

So long, Melisandre. I’m surprisingly emotional about this but maybe that’s just because I’m still crying from Jorah

That’s it? Huh. That’s it. Who lived? Who died? Don’t ask me.

I’m going to go work on my AU now. It may suck, but at least I put real effort into it. Maybe I’ll be a screenwriter. It seems to require very little

I’m bitter and ready to be unfollowed

Sorry

#gots8e3spoilers...#anti daenerys #anti jonerys #dark!dany #anti targ restoration #anti targaryen #anti d&d...#anti arya to a extent but not really #just in case i don't want to offend anyone #political!jon musings #unpopular opinions...#anti episode lighting #sorry about the potential typos and incoherencies #i was ticked really ticked #please don't @ me i don't want to start trouble #just getting this all off my chest

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“I can bring a smile to your face, A tear to your eye, Or even a thought to your mind. But, I can’t be seen. What am I!?”............(Hint:Answer below) How’s the real Butterfly princess of Mewni doin’? Playing? Sleeping? Attacking Marco? Well, let’s take a look see on the precious half breed baby. Coochie-Coochie Coo!:

*Meteora’s Lesson-What Do “The Rugrats” and “Baby’s Day Out” have in common? They all have terrible child care providers that’s what! Janna just got on that list. Eclipsa was on her way to a meeting with the Pigeon Kingdom, (as she fluently speaks from “Tough Love”), glad to see she’s being more active in her royal duties there, good for her and has Jeepers Creepers Janna watch over Meteora. It sure as Hell can’t be M-A-R-C-O for obvious reasons and idk where the f*** Star was, but we’re not focusing on the teens right now, the spotlights on Meteora now. Janna does what any tween/teen/young adult would do in an authoritive position and just glues her face to her smart phone. Relatable. I’m doin’ that right now too.

While she’s doin’ that, Glossaryck shows up (with a “broken arm”) and it turns out, he’s been secretly teaching Meteora how to do her magic! Huh, that’s funny, Eclipsa’s the Queen, but he “doesn’t work for her”, Star has a piece of The Magic Book of Spells and he doesn’t really pay attention to her too and instead he’s mentoring Meteora! Guess he was right, he really doesn’t have a side! Glossaryck was teaching what Star learned from “My New Wand!” and that was to Dip Down! They seem to have an understandable language barrier between them and it looks like Meteoras a prodigy! He’s also real sweet with her too, guess he found a new favorite. After still not getting the hang of Dipping Down, Glossaryck sneaks Meteora away to teach her another lesson right from under Janna’s nose who was playing Candy Crush or Super Mario or whatever, IDK, IDC!

He takes her to The Plains of Time where Father Time was, ironically, not on time to help them with a time travel lesson Glossaryck was trying to teach Meteora from the past, so he’s stuck with the forgotten member of the Magic High Commission, a bald giraff named Reynaldo, The Bald Pate! Oh Lookie! Lookie! It’s him! He was first known to us in The Magic Book of Spells where he was in charge of orderliness in the universe. Glossaryck wasn’t really interested in seeing him (as he is with the rest of the commission) cuz he only speaks in riddles/rhythms. Reynaldo doesn’t even like riddles!? Blame it on one of the former false Butterfly family line of queens of Mewni, Rhina, The Riddled! She was riddle obsessed and tired to use a spell to get him to like riddles like her, but she f***ed up and instead made him speak in riddles. The commission couldn’t understand him cuz of that, so he was forced to leave. Now he just rows a boat to time tunnels in The Plains of Time. What’s worse!? Glossy is exasperated with him and won’t bring him back to the commission either! (Father of the Year over here (rolls eyes)). Yeah, that’s right, Glossaryck created the commission and its members, so therefore, they’re his children. His very shameful children :P.

Their first stop was a mistake as Reynaldo lead them too far back in time where Glossaryck makes the first Butterfly Queen! Then tells them to take shelter in a stump ;). Finally, they get to the correct past and they meet a gang of young lizards lead by-OMG! IT’S TOFFEE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! He’s so young! Okay! Okay! Sorry ‘bout that, it’s just (squee) Toffee! Anyways, this was before his General days and he’s now runnin’ a gang through initiation where he was also rude and aggressive. The second lesson to Meteora here is that “Jerks like (Toffee) will never change”. Glossaryck triggers Toffees bullying by making him break his other arm (Yeah, it was Toffees fault, what a brute) and that’s when Meteora DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPS DOOOOOOOOOOWN! Whoa! That may not have been the best idea since it’s what fueled him to kill Comet for later (say good-bye to that pudding pie Glossy). Despite that, Glossaryck is proud of her.

Sorry Star, but I guess Meteora here surpassed you as youngest princess in history to Dip Down. Smart little cookie there, maybe she still does have some of her subconscious knowledge from her old life in there, the good ones I mean. Some fans thought she would go through a Renesmee Cullen phase, but no folks, she’s still a little bundle of joy. Sorry. Is Glossaryck training her to fight off Mina when she comes in to attack!? I’m guessing it is! Cuz the upcoming episodes are “Queen-Napped” and I’m she’ll probably be there to crash at “Cornonation” too. I knew we would see Reynaldo the Bald Pate eventually, the book wasn’t given to us just for fun you know, we know more then what the nonbook owners know! Hee Hee! Before he was forced to leave, Reynaldo was basically a “stick in the mud” type and not as exciting as the other members of the Magic High Commission such as Hekapoo or Rhombulus. Poor guys just lonely and stuck speaking in riddles for centuries! Maybe if there were a way to break off that spell he can replace everyone in the Magic High Commission!? Cuz one of Glossarycks “List of Things To Do” from The Magic Book of Spells was “Fire the Magic High Commission”! Or he just realized the whole thing was a mistake and wants it dissembled? Glossaryck plays favorites here. He loves and treats Meteora nicely, but doesn’t give two s*** about his biological children! Well, considering what they did, I think it’s reasonable. From what we just saw in time, Glossaryck started the whole thing! Like the first Butterfly Queen, she was just come random pilgrim woman with magical amnesia and Glossaryck was all, “There! You’re queen now!” WTF!? That’s how it all began! Did he just feel bad leaving them defenseless!? Is that why!? Then it’s the holiday of Stump Day where that thing will almost kill everyone at Stars Quinceañera! And finally, igniting Toffees hatred of magical girls and the assassination of Comet! He’s favorite queen! What’s wrong with you Glossaryck!? Are you crazy!? Huh!? HUH!? HUH!? Why is he doing all this!? He sees it all coming, but he never prevented any of it from happening! What’s the outcome of it all!? (annoyingly shrugs). On a bright note. I am just SO happy we got to see Toffee again, a Past Toffee, but Toffee none the less, and Michael C. Hall still voiced him, but in a juvenile tone! Nice job there Mike! ;). To me, Toffee looked to be 18yrs, but that’s just me admiring his pretty boy look 😅. I mean, it’s medieval times, but he was all 80’s grunge style cuz he had like a mullet and a red leather jacket straight out of a Micheal Jackson music video! XD! He was so the Bad Boy of Mewni back then! So this was the “No spoiler” Daron mentioned at The Grove of her Q&A at Barnes and Nobles when one fan asked if Toffee was “truly dead” (I was there!). I know he was only cameoed for the fans (and fangirls) cuz we all missed him, but what a transition he went through from an impulsive punk gang leader to an authoritive General and then a calculated conservative slightly polite gadgeteer “lawyer”! What a surprise that was! I was really really hoping we’d see Toffee again, cuz this is the final season and he deserves to be in it! I always kinda thought he was “too cool to die”, but if he’s truly dead, he was the best villain of the show and if not, then let the fangirls scream it from the mountains above! I miss him. Thank you, Daron!😘 (Answer:Princess Meteora Butterfly!).

#svtfoe #meteora’s lesson #svtfoe meteora’s lesson

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mentallydatingahotcelebrity · 6 years

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I Couldn’t Think of A Title But This is a Rant About Ragnarok

I was trying not write write another long-winded spiel about Thor: Ragnarok. There are just SO MANY FLAWS with the film that I find it hard to touch on one specific subject without thinking about 3 other subtopics that relate to the discussion.

Buuuuuuuut. . .

I had to crack my knuckles and pull up my keyboard once more because I keep seeing people go on this “If only Ragnarok had gone such-and-suchly” route. And the way it should have gone, according to many, is still not how it should have gone (even if these ideas are better than how it did go).

First of all, when people say Ragnarok should’ve been “different” they usually shell out some form of this:

1. Thor learns Odin is a despicable asshole

2. Thor discovers Asgard’s terrible past in colonization and decimation of other nations and becomes ashamed of his realm

3. Thor unites with Loki to combat what’s wrong with Asgard’s political views, etc.

NO NO NO

PLEASE, CAN WE CEASE WITH THIS COLONIZATION BUSINESS?!?!?!

I know it’s important--I’m not trying to say it isn’t--but for this film it is a FICTION created by an idiot who didn’t bother to invest time in the source material.

Thor already knew that Odin had conquered realms. That his grandfather had conquered realms. This isn’t news to him whatsoever. We LITERALLY got a prologue in the very first film featuring him and Odin and Loki discussing conquering. AND THEN ANOTHER in The Dark World.

Thor knew that bad things had happened, that all of Asgard wasn’t holy, pure, and good. That Odin was flawed. He REALIZED THIS at the end of his first film and in the middle of his second film.

OR HAVE YOU ALL FORGOTTEN THIS SCENE:

"If and when he [Malekith] comes, his men will fall on ten thousand Asgardian blades." "And how many of our men will fall on theirs?" "As many as are needed! We will fight! To the last Asgardian breath, to the last drop of Asgardian blood."

-- Odin and Thor, Thor: The Dark World

If you watch closely, (unfortunately I have no pictures) Thor stares at Odin with a look that is one of dismay and disappointment as his father walks away. In that moment Thor understands how much Odin is blinded by prejudices, and illusions of things that will not work anymore; that are archaic in their mode and frail in their means. As frail as the old man he suddenly understands his father has become. And then suddenly, Thor--faithful, dog-loyal Thor, who respected Odin so highly and sought in the first film to “make you proud, father”, understands that he can no longer make his father proud and do what he knows is the true right thing to do. It’s subtle, almost entirely beneath the surface-- Expressed through only a single facial movement and an air of disappointed shame which is quickly segued into the cutscenes of Thor following through on his own plan and recruiting Loki, who he now understands is right--at least about Odin’s failures as king.

THIS IS CINEMATIC POETRY AT ITS FINEST.

Thor goes to Odin to petition him to let him find a safe way to end Malekith’s plan, only to discover that Odin is narrow-minded, obtuse; refusing to alter his views or even really LISTEN to Thor. Thor is awakened to the realization that this isn’t what a good king does-- and I think that’s why he turns down the throne at the end when Loki-guised-as-Odin offers it to him.

Thor’s seen Odin for who he really is, what he became. He does not want to be that, so he goes off--Hoping to see more of the realms and to gain a better understanding of them.

“There are Nine Realms. The future king of Asgard must focus on more than one.”

-- Lady Sif

We don’t need some big moment (a waste of footage) where Thor confronts Odin about these errors. We don’t need Thor to say “We colonized and this is bad and I’m going to change it and be a better king” because that’s extra and doesn’t add to the character or the fictional sci/fi-fantasy universe he lives in. It’s literally just a waste and pandering to a bunch of ridiculous themes in our own universe that we really shouldn’t be impressing into Thor’s.

No, I’m going to mention something that in the hype of Ragnarok everyone seems to have misplaced:

THERE WAS A KING BEFORE ODIN.

HIS NAME WAS BOR

AND HE’S THE ONE WHO BUILT ASGARD.

I am so mentally exhausted with all of this “Odin built Asgard on the backs of slaves and brutally colonized scores of planets in the Nine! HE IS EVIL, EVIL! BAAAAAD!!!!!”

NO!

shhh ShhHHH SHHHH!

STOP IT.

It’s farcical lies. All of it. Just kill that ideology now.

Odin did not build Asgard. Like Thor, he inherited it. Premade. Already golden.

Because King Bor did all of that.

The only reason we’re thinking anything else is because we had a clown in a pineapple onesie fuck with the Order of Things and Not Pay Attention to Past Source Material. Taika literally ran over the fact that there was a monarch before Odin, that Odin isn’t creator of Asgard. Hell, did he even read the origin myths for Asgard!?!?!?

It goes:

Ymir the giant. From him came Buri, from Buri came Bor and from Bor came three sons: Odin, Vili, and Ve (in what birth order we know not).

King Bor built Asgard; built it up as the highest realm (highest as in = most glorious of them all), and THEN went out realm-conquering or whatever. Mostly he just stopped the giants from killing a lot of people and stopped other races from killing one another--however he also got into a fight with Vanaheim, which makes me think that Odin and Frigga were an alliance through marriage (given that Frigga is Vanir).

I really would like to know where the slaves came from, Taika. I really would.

Because:

Vanaheim was equal to Asgard (though the two realms did have a lot of quarrels, they never took one another as slaves, at least in the mythos).

Nornheim only has the 3 Norn sisters living in it protecting the Well of Urd.

Niffelheim is cold and dark and icy and barren; the realm before Helheim.

Helheim is the land of the dead and those who go there (usually) are never to return.

Jotunheim is the land of Frost Giants; and while Odin might have subdued them to keep them from destroying other realms like how the Allies stopped Hitler from destroying other countries), he certainly DIDN’T make them his slaves.

Muspelheim (as we saw) is full of fire-demons and Sutur to rule them.

Midgard was left entirely to its own devices after a few decades of visiting, we can plainly see. Not to mention that Asgardians seem to consider them “weak” and “puny” so they wouldn’t be used as slaves, since the composition of Asgardian matter is probably substantially different compared to Midgardian matter (especially given how Thor and Loki could just rip through Midgardian objects like paper in Avengers: Assemble).

Alfheim is the realm of the Light Elves and ain’t none of them gonna be taken as slaves. They practice M A G I C for crying out loud!

Svartalfheim is the only one that I could maybe probably see as being slave-material, but they got this insane idea to wipe out all of the light in all of the Realms so Bor Odin’s dad if you forgot had to destroy them.

Not for any reason to do with superiority, BUT BECAUSE THEY WERE TRYING TO DESTROY ALL THE REALMS!!!

If you notice a pattern here:

Someone tries to meddle in the affairs of the realms to a harmful extent. Asgard heaves a great heaping sigh and steps in, defeats the threat, and retires to their golden city.

NOWHERE IS THERE COLONIZATION AND INVASION.

The Dark Elves LITERALLY tried to make the light go away.

The Frost Giants LITERALLY tried to wipe out all of Midgard.

Bor (then Odin with the Jotuns) stepped in to protect other realms. Either realms that were weak or realms that simply weren’t aware of the problem (because why cause a panic when you can just deal with the problem? *looking at you, Dark Elves*).

To sum up:

I’ve done the research and nowhere do I see slaves.

Thanks, Taika.

I mean, yes, I’m sure there were slaves somewhere in the Nine Realms, I’m sure it happened. But I think that with all of these realms, with thousands of planets in each realm, and so many of them being “advanced” that the idea of slavery would be mentally slow to them. And of the few planets that were in that number that used slaves, Asgard would certainly not be counted.

Because why the actual solitary hell do we have to have every single fucking universe in fiction be slave-holding? God, that really makes Americans sound like butthurt assholes. I know it’s supposed to be some sort of allegorical symbolism and warnings to not let that stuff happen again and other epicness, but if they really wanted to do that

WE HAD BLOODY SAKAAR TO PUSH THAT MESSAGE.

THERE WAS EVEN AN EGOTISTICAL AMERICAN ACTOR PLAYING THE LEADER OF THAT PLANET.

AND TAIKA MISSED THIS.

Of course he couldn’t make Sakaar unique, no. (What, are you dull? The man has zero imagination!) Waititi had to go and poison Asgardian history with slavery and colonization yada, yada, yada *vomits*. Because he has no imagination and no idea how to write fantasy worlds. Which is clearly defined in his total lack of understanding and ability to embrace the fictional world of Thor.

Waititi couldn’t ever allow himself to really get a good grasp on the universe of Nine Realms, so he made it into a farce. He couldn’t put faith in fantasy so he destroyed it with a blowtorch and kitschy 70s/80s sets that were really garbage bins in disguise. Because he can find a foothold in bad comedy more readily than he can catch on to high-fantasy.

We already know that Asgard has problems. We didn’t need Taika to make that more obvious. It would’ve been nice that instead of saying “oh, heey, lookie, more problems than you thought initially!” he brought SOMETHING NEW to the scene.

Something with substance.

Colonization is nice and all, and a strong allegorical message, surely, but Asgard was doing just fine being bad without that idiotical and unnecessary leap. Thor was feeling like shit about Odin’s kingly choices In The Past without needing to “discover” what he already knew lmao this underworld side of the realm.

It was dramatic enough that Hela is really the first-born in line for the throne. We didn’t need any of that realm-conquering/executioner horseshit to fog up the fishtank.

In all honesty I would’ve loved to learn that Loki was Hela’s son with Laufey but was unsatisfactory so she tried to sacrifice him for more power over killing things but Odin came in, put a stop to the Power Couple of Death and Destruction and saved his grandson, thus giving more validation to the line “your birthright was to die!”

Anyway, I’m out. Most likely to go puke because I’m so very ill and then come back and cringe at this insanely plot-holey post.

#Loki #Thor #Hela #Odin #Frigga #Bor #Norse Mythology #Marvel Mythology #gifs #Odin and Asgard #Meta #Gagnarok #colonization #slavery in Asgard #Nine Realms #Realm Conquering #taika waititi the bad director #yes i tagged the bastard #grins like loki

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