Want do you think of makorra?

those bottles were sadly unpopped :/ 

Ymir is dead. You should accept it. It is very common for shows to kill the lesbian character. Ymir is dead.

It’s a common and depressing trope so I hear your frustration.  I think many of us had hopes that snk would be different, especially since doing the unexpected is Isayama’s specialty. 

“Ymir is dead” is not part of my vocabulary at this point. To be fair, neither is “Ymir is alive”. I’m more firmly in the camp of “Ymir isn’t done yet”. I think there is enough unfinished business to support that thinking. 

Historia’s cooperation with Zeke has only fueled my thoughts. If Historia truly believed a pregnancy would benefit her people, she’d accept that role and be chin up about. That isn’t what we are seeing. Her complete misery tells me that she is being forced or else blackmailed into extending his life. My hope is that Ymir (news of Ymir, lies about Ymir, photos of Ymir, something) factors into this.

If my optimism leads to disappointment, I’ll accept that. But as long as I have the choice to remain optimistic, I do so. 

Thanks for the ask!

Why had #metoo movement such a little impact in Slovenia. Many people don't even know what it is.

tbh the spread of foreign (most often American) social movements in Slovene (social) media circles is almost always pretty slow, if not entirely nonexistent, so that was to be expected with #metoo as well. It is definitely a shame though, a movement like that has a lot of power and potential.

Are you sure your guilt is linked to being a Catholic? I know Catholics who don't have problem with guilt. And I wasn't raised as Catholic but I feel exactly like you, guilty all the time. And I perfectly know I shouldn't be. In my case it is linked with my upbringing. Sadly when my mother died, this guilt decreased.

It’s linked to growing up with catholicism without a doubt.  My brother deals with the same thing and my parents have expressed a lot of regret about putting us in catholic school when we were kids.  The school we went to put the weirdest and worst emphasis on the stupid original sin concept where people are just inherently bad, and another emphasis on how self-sacrifice to follow in Christ’s footsteps is infinitely more important than self-preservation.

So--picture this--they actually managed to bore this into my head so hard that I, a tiny little kid who never even wanted to do the bad stuff kids could do anyway because I hated/hate being mean, was terrified that I would get in trouble at my first confession because I had nothing to confess.  My mom had to tell me something I could say, some little white lie I said, and even then my anxiety and guilt was so catastrophically high that I threw up in the car when we went home.

I was seven when this happened.  That’s how bullshit and awful that school was.  And the guilt complex and putting-others-before-onesself complex have stuck with me for my entire life.  It’s taken me thirty years of my life and multiple years of therapy to start putting myself first above other things--but despite all of that I still feel guilty about taking two days off work even though I was having respiratory distress.

I know I have a hell of an anxiety disorder and I struggle with that on its own.  But there is no way I would’ve gotten such ridiculous problems with guilt and self-sacrifice without that fucking church.

kitvoss -> ladymoiraines

in my wheel of time era so !

Equality

Commission for @ladymoiraine​! My commissions are still open! 

Pairing: Korrasami

Summary: Asami has always tried to stay out of politics, but when her father is wrongfully arrested she realizes she can’t stay to the side and watch non-benders be hurt over and over again. It’s clear that there is only one way for her to help the Equalists: to get close to the Avatar and spy on her. Asami feels no guilt taking this mission, after all, she’s doing the right thing isn’t she?

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Asami was alone in her office the day everything started. She’d been trying to focus on getting some work done. Ever since she’d finished college and decided to work for her father, her list of projects never seemed to end. That was fine with her. She liked to keep busy and feel productive, even if it did feel like a lot at once sometimes. The workload was a reminder that she was heir to her father’s company after all.

The start of her day had been normal. She arrived at Future Industries when she usually did, talked to her father about work before planning to take their lunch breaks together to talk about things not related to the company. They had a nice balance that she doubted most father and daughter business partners could be able to manage. She was considering leaving the room to propose that they make that break a little bit sooner, when the sound of sirens pulled her out of her thoughts. The first thing that she thought was that there has been some sort of accident in the building and through the chaos the workers had neglected to inform her. That brought her to her feet and running out of the office. As she ran down the hallway, she tried to ignore how much her gut was trying to tell her that something was very, very wrong. When she reached her father’s office, shock stilled her legs. She watched as the Avatar and two policemen entered the room, bringing her father out in handcuffs. There were several other policemen around them, as if they expected a non-bender like him to be able to put up a fight. “What’s going on?” She demanded, moving forward. “Stand to the side,” one of the policemen instructed her. “What are you doing?” She moved forward anyway, panic and confusion quickly seizing her. Why was no one answering her? Why was her father being arrested? “Asami, it’s okay.” Her father only met her eyes for a second but the look on his face told her loud and clear that nothing was okay right now. “Stop!” Asami tried to run to him. She tried to push these people off of him. This was wrong. This was so incredibly wrong and none of them were going to listen to her. Hands took hold of her arms, restraining her from running toward the only family she had left. He turned away from her now. She knew that he was trying to make sure that she didn’t see him crying. He was scared, and she was terrified. Asami watched helplessly as the police escorted her father from the building. It was only as they were driving him away that she was informed she would have to go to the police station as well. Apparently, they had questions for her too. — The room was brighter than she had expected it to be. She was told to sit at a grey table and wait for the chief of police Lin Beifong. Asami had met the alpha bender before. Given the status that her father’s business gave their family, he had thought it would be important for both of them to be acquainted with those who pulled the strings of the city. This was the first time Asami had been in a police station. Never in her life had she been remotely in trouble. Growing up she had always been the sort of child who followed the rules and stayed on the good side of adults. She didn’t see the point in testing the limits if all it ended up in was a slap on the wrist and disappointment. Not that she was in trouble now, or her father was for that matter. This was all a mistake. It had to be. Lin Beifong didn’t seem to see it that way. Asami withstood the avalanche of questions. All of them seemed to be an attempt to get the same answer out of her. The police weren’t interested in the truth, not when they were certain that her father had committed some crime. “Were you aware that your father was one of the leaders of the political party known as the Equalists?” Lin demanded. “Yes, I am aware of it.” Asami answered honestly. “That doesn’t mean he talks about it to me.” “So you’re not involved with the party?” Lin asked. “No,” Asami told her. “Do you know anything about their agenda?” Lin questioned. “No,” Asami said firmly. She stopped herself from scoffing at the word agenda. She was apolitical, and her father had kept her away from the movement as much as he could, but she still understood her father had only joined the movement because he believed in making Republic City—and the whole world—a better place.

“I don’t like politics,” she said out loud. “He wanted to keep me out of it.” “I see,” Lin hummed. “Last I checked Republic City didn’t arrest people for being involved in smaller parties,” Asami couldn’t stop herself from saying. “Things have changed,” Lin’s voice sounded like stone. Asami knew that the United Republic Nations was an oligarchy of benders, but her father’s party had always been tolerated by them. She couldn’t see how they posed any threat, especially one severe enough for him to be taken into custody. “Do you know where the party’s other leader is?” Lin asked. “No,” Asami shook her head. Her father co-leads the group with a man named Noatak. Asami had met him before, but she didn’t know him well. If the police were after her father, she figured he was next. Lin asked her several more questions before she seemed certain that Asami wasn’t withholding any information. Asami didn’t lie to her, but she was able to leave while still keeping the one secret she did know hidden. The Equalists were not just a group of non-benders. There were several benders that had come to the party to support them in secret. She only knew the identity of one, Kya, a waterbender who worked in a hospital. Even if she wasn’t involved in the party, Asami wasn’t going to give away their information. Especially not when there were being falsely persecuted. The next day the entire city knew of her father’s arrest. A picture of him being handcuffed and dragged away was on the front page of every newspaper. Apparently, the police had tried to arrest Noatak as well, but when they’d broken into his house he was nowhere to be found. Asami didn’t know how long he could stay hidden. The city was big, but word traveled fast. Her father wasn’t allowed visitors. Apparently, it was too dangerous that another member of the party would try to pass a message to him. Asami was disgusted. The whole world knew something that should be private, and they wouldn’t even allow his daughter to see if he was alright. All of this felt like it wasn’t real. Asami half expected that when she woke up the next morning her father would still be in their house, and the whole thing would just be a horrible dream. Instead she awoke to one of her father’s workers telling her that they were waiting for her at the office. With him in jail, she was now the interim chief of Future Industries Enterprise. Her family only owned forty-nine percent of the company. The rest was owned by bender shareholders. After Asami’s mother was killed by benders when she was a child, her father had associated himself with powerful benders in order to protect their family. Asami knew that he hated that to keep himself and his daughter safe, he had to aline himself with the type of people that he despised, but at least the Satos were no longer a target for the triads. At work, she did her best to behave as if nothing was wrong. She didn’t want the company to think that she was weak enough to crumble. She was her father’s daughter and she was going to make him proud even if he wasn’t there to see it. Her face was calm as she conducted business even if she was breaking on the inside. Asami decided to contact Kya at the hospital, she worked at. With Noatak in hiding, she was the only one connected to the Equalists that Asami knew of, even if she hadn’t met her herself. When she walked into the hospital, she wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to find her. That turned out not to be a problem. Asami hadn’t realized that Kya was a known healer as she found out. All she needed to do was tell someone at the hospital that she was a family friend and needed to speak with her, and they were already bringing her to Asami. The second shock happened when Kya came to meet her. Asami wasn’t involved in politics, but she did know a little about the members if the council. The United Republic Nations was governed by four unelected members of a council, one for each bending ability. There had been some debate over giving non-benders a voice, but that always seemed to be pushed aside. Asami knew that was why a good handful of the Equalists had joined the party. She was surprised to find that the waterbender involved in the Equalist party, was the sister of Tenzin, the airbender of the four council members. “Hello,” Asami greeted her. She wasn’t entirely sure how to go about this. She hadn’t talked to this woman before, she hadn’t tried to be involved in any part of this before, and it was hard not to feel inadequate. “You don’t know me, but I’m—” “Asami Sato,” Kya finished. The warmth in her voice dispelled Asami’s nerves. There was something soft about this woman. Asami rarely had the chance to meet benders like this. Her life had always felt a little bit divided from those with the ability to control the elements. Even the ones she’d known as a child, who were never anything but kind to her, were difficult to open herself to completely. No matter who the bender was, it was hard for Asami to not be conscious of how much power each of them held and how easily it could be used against her. “Your father told me a lot about you,” the smile on Kya’s face died. “I’m sorry about what happened.” Asami was sorry too. She was sorry, and confused, and angry, but just feeling this wasn’t going to do her or her father any good. If it were the other way around, she knew he’d be doing something to get her back. She wouldn’t allow herself to just sit on the sidelines.   “That’s why I’m here,” she pushed herself to say. “Could we maybe talk in private?” “Of course,” Kya nodded. There was a grave look in her eyes. They went outside to the courtyard next to the hospital. When they were both sure that they were out of earshot of the other healers and patients, Kya turned to Asami. She didn’t just seem sad or cautious now. There was a sense of urgency to her. Asami liked that. It was what she needed right now. “My brother and I don’t see a lot of each other,” she stated. “We were never close, and we don’t get along. Well, I guess it’s better to say we don’t trust each other.” “Which means I can trust you?” Asami understood what was behind those words. “Your father did,” Kya told her. “I don’t know why they took him.” “Neither do I,” Asami voiced. “I know,” Kya replied. “He told me that he wanted to keep you away from this. For your safety.” Asami tried not to react to that. She loved her father, but she wished that he would stop treating her like she needed his protection. It was true that she hadn’t wanted to be involved in the party, but she didn’t need the reason to be that he was afraid she’d get hurt. That seemed to be the thing that kept her away from so much. Ever since they’d lost her mother, he’d done everything he could to keep her from harm's way. He never stopped to consider that maybe, she could handle herself. She supposed that was what she should have expected. She was born an omega non-bender after all. It wasn’t like the cards were in her favor. “I want to meet the Equalists,” she informed Kya. “That’s out of the question,” Kya stated. “Why?” Asami had to stop her voice from coming out demanding. “My father is in prison. Maybe someone will have answers. Even if they don’t, you can’t expect me to sit at home and wait for someone else to do something.” “Your father wouldn’t like it,” Kya reminded her. “I won’t be the one to betray him like that.” “The world that will let a non-bender be dragged away from his home for no reason, is what betrayed him,” Asami said firmly. “I’m used to people acting like there is nothing I can do about anything. This time I can’t allow it.” “It’s dangerous,” Kya’s voice held a warning. “More so now than ever.” “I’m not a child,” Asami replied. “But you are young,” Kya countered. “You have a company to run and a life ahead of you. It would be better if you stayed away.” “If you don’t help me, I’ll find someone else who will,” Asami told her. It would be hard to track down another Equalist, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying. Kya let out a defeated sigh. Asami tried not to look like she was taking that as hope. “I can’t guarantee anything,” she started. “I know,” Asami said. “The next meeting is tomorrow night,” Kya informed her. She quickly told Asami the time and location of the secret meeting. They had to be even more careful now that their party had been forbidden and one of their leaders was arrested. Everyone would arrive to the meeting in masks to protect their identities. That way if any of them were caught, they would have no way of telling the police the other members of the party. “Noatak has taken the name Amon now,” Kya explained. “It would be better if you referred to him as that.” “Right,” Asami nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Kya smiled sadly. “Thank you,” Asami meant this. Before Kya turned to leave, Asami couldn’t help blurting the question that had been bothering her since she first heard of benders joining her father. “What made you want to join the movement?” “I’m a healer,” Kya stated as if this were a simple answer. “There comes a point where you can’t stand seeing non-benders hurt or even killed by benders when they had no way of defending themselves. This isn’t a fair world we live in. Something needs to change.” “You’re very brave,” Asami told her. “So are you,” Kya replied. “If you change your mind, I won’t blame you. This doesn’t have to be your fight.” “It already is,” Asami stated. — Asami didn’t buy a mask. She was scared that if she did it would be traced back to her should anything happen. Instead she looked through her father’s things. The police had taken most of what he kept in the office, but the majority of his personal belongings had been left at the house. Among that, Asami found an old worn-down mask. She doubted that this was the one he’d usually worn. Which was good, it would keep her connection to him private. She was nervous as she approached the location of the meeting. She was wearing dark, plain clothes. Under her coat she had one of the weaponized gloves that her father had created for non-benders to defend themselves. Given the situation, she knew it was unlikely that she’d have to use it, but it was better to take these kinds of precautions. When she entered the building, she expected everything to be dark and the people there to seem on edge at the heat their party had been casted. However, she was met with a group of people talking freely, even if their faces were covered. Despite not being able to tell each other who they were, Asami was met with a sense of community. Her presence there wasn’t questioned. It only took a little bit for Kya to find her, although she did not voice her identity to Asami. It was nice to at least be able to pick out one person before the meeting began. She didn’t talk during the discussions. She wasn’t here to voice her opinion, just to get a sense of what this was. There was going to be a peaceful demonstration soon. A handful of the members were in the process of organizing it. Due to the attention their party was receiving, those who planned to participate were advised to hide their faces. Asami didn’t know if that was completely necessary. Sure, the government wasn’t tolerating them anymore, but they couldn’t exactly arrest someone for simply being present at a protest, especially if they were going to be protesting peacefully. Still, she knew that if her father found out that she went there without hiding who she was, he’d be upset. She would be careful for his sake. When the discussion was over, Kya and her talking to only a few of the members. She gathered that these were the ones Kya trusted. They didn’t need to approach the new sole leader, he seemed to recognize Asami instantly. “I don’t think I’ve seen that mask since Hiroshi and I first decided to make this group,” he told her. “Hello, Amon,” Kya nodded to him. “I’ll give the two of you some time.” Asami watched Kya go. She knew Noatak, but he wasn’t that close of a family friend. She didn’t know if he’d disagree with her being here. It was likely that her father had advised him on what to do if this situation ever happened. “I take it your father doesn’t know your here,” Noatak—or maybe it was better if she referred to him as Amon—said as if he were reading her thoughts.   “He doesn’t know anything,” she said stiffly. “They won’t let me visit him.” “I’m sorry,” Amon sounded genuine. “I never thought that this would happen. When I went into hiding, I hoped that he’d done the same.” “He didn’t have any warning,” Asami told him. “It’s okay, I think he’d be glad you got away. Without you all of this would crumble.” “It won’t,” he told her firmly. “The Equalists are stronger than the council realizes.” Well, at least he was confident. Asami knew that they’d need this if they were going to push through the government rejecting them. “Are you going to join us?” Amon asked her. “I might.” She wasn’t sure yet if it would be better to just watch from the side or not. “We could use someone like you,” he said honestly. “You have your father’s blood. I know he’s raised you well.” “He has,” Asami replied. “It would also help to have a young omega in our corner,” he added. “You could get close to the Avatar team and find out secrets. The Avatar is an alpha, you know.” “That’s out of the question,” Asami fought to keep the disgust out of her voice. She would not prostitute herself in order to spy on the enemy. Discussion finished. “I see,” he hummed. “It was worth a try. I’ll see you at the next meeting.” “You will,” Asami nodded. She left after that conversation. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do next. When she returned home she changed out of the dark clothes and tucked the mask into her sock draw. She was going to need it again. — Two weeks later, Asami decided that she would participate in the peaceful demonstration. She had a feeling that actually wearing the mask would make her stick out when it was over, so instead she wrapped a scarf around her nose and mouth and wore dark glasses. Anyone who saw her would only see another protestor and not the daughter of Hiroshi Sato. It was because of her father’s arrest that the demonstration was being held. The goal was to make the public aware of his unjust imprisonment and demand he be released and the party become legal once again. There were more people at the demonstration than she’d seen at the meeting. They were a small number compared to other parties, but Asami hadn’t realized that they had this many people on their side. Maybe they did have a chance to have everything put to right without violence. Seeing the others at least made her feel less alone. After her father had been taken away, she couldn’t help but feel that no one was on her side. That couldn’t be any further from the truth. The Equalists stayed true to the goal of keeping the protest peaceful. While they did occupy a large part of the main street, they didn’t pose any threat to the people around them. Asami was surprised that the police hadn’t come to try to stop them. She knew that the council couldn’t be happy about this and thought that after thirty minutes they would have tried to take measures to stop them. Instead they weren’t hindered, and Asami was starting to feel at ease. She almost let the scarf slip from her face. That ease didn’t last. Asami was in the middle of the group, so she didn’t see how it started. She heard the shouting immediately, and could see everyone around her submerging into panic, but it was only as she was being pushed aside that she realized what was going on. There was a group of benders attacking them. They weren’t government, they didn’t even look organized, they just seemed like a gang out for violence. Or out to silence them. Some left at the first sign of trouble. Asami tried not to feel disheartened or angry by that. Most tried to fight back. Asami found herself standing still, not sure what she should do. She watched the people whose voices had rung strongly and fearlessly let out shouts and cries of terror. It was only when an earthbender used his bending to slam a young Equalists to the ground so roughly that his neck broke upon impact that Asami was able to snap herself back to focus. She ran as if her life depended on it, and she had a haunting feeling that it did. It was only when she was safely inside her own house that she stopped to question why the police hadn’t come when the protest broke out into a riot. Didn’t they have a duty to protect all citizens, even if those citizens were Equalists. The next day she learned that several had been killed during the attack. Only a handful of the benders had been taken into custody and were now waiting for a trial. Asami couldn’t help but think that the police had let the others get away. They obviously cared more about imprisoning an innocent man than keeping real threats off of the streets. These murderers were getting a fairer treatment than her father and it was driving her insane. Asami didn’t take a break from work that day. She knew that if she stayed home the day after the protest it would look suspicious. It was better she behaves as if she was still not connected to anything having to do with Amon and the others. Kya checked in on her at the end of the day to make sure that she wasn’t hurt. She hadn’t been at the demonstration but assumed that Asami had gone. It was nice to have someone she could talk to freely. Asami had never thought that she’d find this in a bender. “I didn’t get hurt,” she told Kya. They were alone in Asami’s living room. The house felt big when she was the only one in it. When her father was there, it was so much easier to forget how small their family was. Now it was hard to not feel like it was only her. “I can’t believe this happened,” Kya sighed. “I can,” Asami said hollowly. “The people in charge don’t care about us. All they want to do is push us down.” “That’s the pain talking,” Kya said sadly. “You miss your father.” “Yes,” Asami admitted. “I just want to talk to him. Not even about this, not even about anything in particular. I just want to see him.” “I know,” Kya nodded. “And I do want answers a little bit,” Asami exhaled. “I’m not mad at him, but he left me with all of this and no idea what to do.” “You don’t have to do anything,” Kya reminded her. “I know it’s hard, but he’ll be released at some point. I’m sure they’ll eventually allow you to visit. When you do, he’ll tell you not to get involved in all of this. Just because he dedicated himself to it, doesn’t mean you have to as well.” “I just want things to go back to normal,” Asami confessed. “Wait for a little bit,” Kya said warmly. “Let yourself process things before you do anything rash.” Asami nodded. Kya was right. She’d only been known about the inner workings of the Equalists for two weeks. Her father had plans, but she wasn’t him. She didn’t know what he meant to do, she barely even knew what her own opinions were. She didn’t have to get so deeply involved right now. Only two weeks ago she’d still be set on staying out of politics. She still had a company to run, that on its own wasn’t going to be easy. That night she went to sleep determined to give herself the time to work things out on her own. When her father was allowed visitors, she’d find a way to talk to him about it. Until then she knew how to find the Equalists. She could stay to the side for a bit. When she awoke, everything changed. She didn’t have work that day and had planned to sleep in. Instead she was awoken by a loud knock on the door. Asami quickly threw a robe over her nightgown and answered the door. Her annoyance didn’t shrink when she saw Lin Beifong waiting for her. “It’s six in the morning,” Asami stated. “I know.” Lin wore the stoic expression that Asami had seen from her before, but there seemed like there was something behind it this time. “I’m sorry if I woke you.” “You did,” Asami informed her pointedly. “Why are you here?” “It might be better if you sit down,” Lin started. “There’s something I need to tell you.” “It’s about my father,” Asami understood. “Is he alright? Did something happen?” “We should go inside,” Lin suggested. “You can tell me right here,” Asami said a little too forcefully. “What’s wrong with my father?” Lin hesitated, seeming to debate whether she should listen to Asami and say what she had to say on the doorstep. In the end, Asami’s persistence won. “I’m sorry,” Lin told her. “Hiroshi committed suicide last night. We found him this morning.” And just like that, Asami’s world crumbled around her. “No,” she uttered. “No, that’s not possible.” “I’m sorry,” Lin said again. “But he wouldn’t—” Asami was shaking but she couldn’t feel anything. “I need to go,” Lin told her. “We’ve given his body to the morgue. I assume you’ll be in charge of what happens now.” Asami didn’t register Lin leaving. She didn’t register closing the door or sliding down it when her legs gave way. The only thing she knew is that something inside her had just shattered into a million pieces and she was never going to be able to put herself back together or pry the shards from her heart.

Her mind took her back to the day her mother had died. Asami remembered being with her father in their living room when the police gave him the news. He had wanted her to go upstairs to her bedroom, but she could see how nervous he was and hadn’t wanted to leave his side. She remembered clutching his arm and then feeling the blow for both of them. That was when she followed his advice and ran upstairs to her room. “Asami,” her father had coming to her door a few minutes later. He waited until the police left before talking to her. She hadn’t opened the door. She’d stayed buried under her covers and begging that this wasn’t real. Just that morning her mother had brushed her hair and helped her with her homework. Just that morning she’d squeaked when her parents had kissed each other before heading their separate ways for the day. Just that morning her mother had been alive. And then she was gone. Her father opened the door and sat at the edge of her bed. For a while, neither of them said anything, then Asami slowly pulled herself out from under the covers. Her father’s eyes were red. She’d never seen him cry before. It didn’t look right. He was the strongest person she knew. He wasn’t supposed to be able to cry. Silently, he pulled her into his arms and just held her. They stayed like that for a long time, both silently sobbing, both wondering how they were going to go one from here. Finally, Asami couldn’t take it. “It’s not fair,” she uttered. “I know, honey,” his voice wasn’t steady. “I’m here, it’s okay. We’re gonna be okay.” “But what if they get you too?” Asami hadn’t stopped herself from asking the terrifying question. She’d been too young to know how to filter her words. She was too afraid to hide her fears from her father. “They won’t,” he told her firmly. “I promise, no one is going to take me away from you.” Now Asami didn’t have anyone to hold her while she cried. She was left completely alone with her tears and her father’s broken promise. There was a side of her father that Asami didn’t know. That was the side that ran the Equalists, it was the side that wasn’t scared of the benders and was ready to fight for rights they might never get. Even when she was young, she’d known that she wasn’t seeing the whole of him. That was always alright with her. She doubted that anyone ever saw the whole of any other person. Everyone kept some thoughts secret. Still, she knew that her father would never take his own life. It didn’t matter if he thought he was going to die anyway. It didn’t matter if the police were pushing him to give up the rest of the Equalists. It didn’t matter if he was losing every part of himself. Asami knew that her father would never leave her alone. He hadn’t killed himself. He’d been murdered or executed. Right now, she wasn’t sure that there was a difference. Someone—a bender on the side of the council—had chosen to take his life while he was defenseless just like how those thugs had taken her mother. Suddenly, fury replaced the sorrow in Asami’s chest. She now knew that she couldn’t give herself time to decide if she wanted to join the Equalists or not. She had to act now, before another innocent man or woman was taken from their family. She couldn’t let what happened to her family happen to anyone else, not anymore. She was done being the victim. — “I’ll do it.” Asami told Amon in a firm voice. He hadn’t seemed surprised to see her at the meeting. Then again, he was wearing a mask, so it wasn’t as if she could judge from his expression. The group was smaller now, and Asami knew it wasn’t just from the casualties of the demonstration. People were scared, they were retreating because they didn’t want to end up like those who hadn’t gotten away from the protest in time. They didn’t want to end up like Asami’s father. She wasn’t like them. She wasn’t scared of anything anymore. How could she be when she had nothing left to lose? “Why the sudden change of heart?” Amon asked her. “You know why,” Asami stated plainly. “You need me to get close to the Avatar? I can do it. It’ll be easy, alphas are all the same.” “Careful, you’ll offend someone,” Amon chuckled. “Tell Kya. She’ll help you set up an initial plan. I’ll need you to report back to me next meeting.” “Right,” Asami nodded. “Only tell Kya,” Amon added. “The more people who know about this, the more danger you put yourself in. I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if I let harm come to Hiroshi’s daughter.” “I can take care of myself,” Asami informed him, then thought better of her harsh tone. “I appreciate the concern. I’m sorry, it’s been a difficult few weeks.” “I know,” his voice wasn’t warm but Asami had a feeling this was as close as he got to that. “I wish I could attend the funeral. I’ll miss him.” “We all will,” Asami blocked out the emotions threatening to take hold of her. “I’ll talk to you soon.” “Yes,” Amon nodded. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me,” she brushed off. “I’m doing this for all of us.” “I know,” he might have been smiling now. “You are your father are very alike.” Asami caught Kya as they were leaving the meeting and explained her conversation with Amon to her. Not to her surprise, Kya was completely against the idea. However, Asami had already made up her mind. She was not going to be swayed by concern, even if it was nice to have someone worry about her. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it will be?” Kya hissed. They’d returned to Asami’s house. It wasn’t safe to talk about this in the streets, and the rest of the Equalists had already vacated the building they held the meeting. If they were overheard Asami knew that this would be the end for all of them. “Only if I get caught,” Asami reminded her. “I won’t.” “You’re just like your father,” Kya seethed. “Your confidence will be the end of you.” “His confidence didn’t kill him,” she said stiffly. “The council did. If I do this, we’ll be one step closer to stopping them for hurting anyone else.” “There has to be another way,” Kya pleaded. “And when you think of one, I’ll gladly listen,” Asami told her. “But Amon has solid reasoning. I trust the idea.” “And will you still be able to sleep at night?” Kya questioned. “Knowing that you’re using your body to win a war.” Asami opened her mouth to protest, but Kya put up a hand to silence her. “Don’t tell me it’s not like that,” she said sharply. “You know that there is only one way to get the secrets you want.” “I’m going to do it,” Asami insisted. “You can’t talk me out of it, so you might as well help me and lessen the chance I’ll get caught.” Kya closed her eyes. Asami really was touched by her worry for her. She felt at ease around Kya. This was something that she rarely felt with people who weren’t her parents—her parents that were both gone. “Hiroshi forgive me,” she said under her breath. “Alright. I can help you meet her, but the rest is up to you.” “Thank you,” Asami smiled at her. “I’ll suggest that she make a visit to Future Industries to learn about the new technology you’re working on,” Kya decided. “You can give her a tour. That’ll give you a least an hour of talking to her.” “That’s all I’ll need,” Asami replied. “You can change your mind at any time,” Kya said firmly. “I know you’re set on doing this but backing out won’t make you weak.” “I understand,” Asami said mainly just to oblige her. She wasn’t going to go back on this her mind. She was too set on making a change, no matter what it took.

Hi. Are you French?

I am not, but I’m learning the language and I would absolutely love to visit France one day, as I have relatives there!

I am a lesbian and I didn't see korrasami coming.

same! i think that’s true of most us. i mean, i was definitely on board, but if anything, i ruled any possible romance out of their interactions, because if you asked me before the finale if i thought there was any possibility of them getting together, i would have said 0%. not a chance. to say i was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. more like shocked and overwhelmed. i think that’s why a lot of people who didn’t watch lok as it was airing now don’t see what the big deal is, but for someone who grew up on atla, seeing bryke like, so much as acknowledge the existence of lgbt people is fucking huge okay. and i do think korrasami definitely paved the way for far more inclusive children’s programming. i didn’t see it coming, but if anything, that heightens its importance rather than lessens it.

Part 1 Dear momtaku. I greatly like your analysis but there is something I don't understand. Why do you like Reiner? I feel he is a war criminal. Annie is the proof that it was possible for him to feel compassion and empathy for the eldians in paradise like her (especially for the ones they knew personally). Reiner choosed not to think too much and prefered to suck up the marley elite.

Part 2 And during the battle of shinganshina, he was not that young and ignorant anymore, so the child soldier excuse don’t apply. I feel he feels sorry for himself but still continues to betray his own people the eldians (because now he knows they are just like him). As for a redemption, I don’t feel war criminal should be redeemed on Earth. What do you think?

I’ve always felt compassion for the warriors, but the reveals in recent chapters have assured me that my compassion was not misplaced. I’m going to talk generally before getting to Reiner because I view them all equally - as equally innocent children forced to commit equally horrific crimes, each developing coping mechanisms to deal with their particular brand of hell in a way that made sense to them.

Motivation matters. They were born into a society that viewed them as evil. They were raised with that stigma. They were inducted into the Warrior program between the ages of 5 and 7 where they were further brainwashed. They faced threats against their families and physical abuse if they failed. They, and their entire nation, were led to believe that the devils on Paradis were an apocalyptic threat.

The effects of being a child soldier don’t magically disappear at age 17. Brainwashing that occurs during the most formative years of life cannot be quickly undone.

As older teens, regardless of their feelings for their friends in the 104th, Reiner, Bert and Annie were still operating under the idea that the King of the Walls was going to unleash Titans that would destroy the world. They were fighting for a cause they perceived to be noble and necessary. They were also under the threat that if they failed their operation, they and their families would likely be killed in retribution. 

As far as being war criminals, if they were real people,  no country in our modern world would convict them. Every effort would be made towards rehabilitation.

All of the warriors felt compassion for their friends in the 104th, not just Annie. They just dealt with it differently. Reiner by creating a soldier persona, Annie by staying aloof, Bert by clinging to Reiner. But they were in a no win situation.

I understand some people don’t like Reiner for good reason. His treatment of Falco is alarming. He hasn’t learned from his mistakes. And true, at this point in his life he realizes he’s been manipulated. He sees the bigger picture and is doing nothing to fight against it. He continues moving forward knowing that every step he takes is in the wrong direction.

But I particularly loved the reblog by @thebibi​ in this post:

Reiner is the surviving child soldier in a failed operation the Marleyan government carried out to secure control over the last of the Eldian race.  As a child, all Reiner could think about was being the perfect Marleyan soldier so his family could be together.  As an adult he is looking past that and noticing how fucked up everything is, and that all that loyalty has stripped him of almost everything he’s ever loved. He’s tired, he’s severely depressed, he has major PTSD, and he’s having to choose which brainwashed kid will end his life…. 

These chapters haven’t been about Reiner realizing he’s on the wrong side of the war, its about him realizing there are no good sides at all.

I think Isayama wants us to care about Reiner. He doesn’t shy away from presenting Reiner as someone who is deeply flawed, but by letting us see him in more relaxed situations - like being best dad at the fair and showing us his real affection for the rising warrior kidlets - Isayama is giving us a glimpse of who Reiner could have been had he been born into a different world. It assures me that while Reiner did evil things, he was never an evil person. He’s someone worthy of our compassion. 

I hope this answers your question. Thank you for your ask!

Is there a LGBT quarter in Maribor. Is there a LGBT center for information?

Not a quarter, no, and as I don’t really know much about the LGBT community in Maribor – followers?

Don't you think (after reading lost girls) that after all Annie has endured, she deserves to wake up from the crystal when the war is over. She deserves eventually to live normally.

I do. Hopefully, something like that will occur. I think it’s strongly being hinted at with the recent flashbacks, but I could be a dreamer. 

ladymoiraine replied to your post: Followup from that post I made this morning about...

Where is Debtor knight ? I don’t fond it on AO3.

Debtor Knight is an original piece, so I won’t be posting it on AO3.  It’s on my wordpress page, which I should actually put a link to in my sidebar.

ladymoiraines -> livenuptheplace

just trying to match my twitter handle!

Kingdom Come

Commission for @ladymoiraine​

Summary: It seems the only way to end the years long war between the Kingdoms Lyon and Niva is to unite them through marriage. As princess and chief of Niva’s army, Mikasa begrudgingly accepts that she has no choice but to spends the rest of her life with the woman who has always been on the other side of the battle field. She doubts that love will ever be a part of this union.After all, how could she ever feel anything other than dislike towards Annie Leonhart?

Full first chapter on AO3

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They were losing the battle. Mikasa could clearly recognize this as her eyes surveyed the field around her through her telescope. From where her horse stood she could see most of the action. A bitter taste filled her mouth as her gaze settled on a figure across the field.

“That bitch has a good strategy today,” Mikasa muttered to herself.

Annie Leonhart, princess of the Kingdom of Lyon and chief of their army, was perched on her horse probably watching the fighting with a smirk. Mikasa had only ever seen the other girl up close once, but after the countless battles they’d fought against each other there was a sense of familiarity to her foe that filled Mikasa with a bitter sensation.

“Mikasa!”

Her irritation was cut off by her brother Eren quickly approaching her on horseback. The distressed look on his face filled Mikasa with dread. Eren’s weakness had always been his inability to control his emotions in the middle of battle, and the fact that instead of angry he looked downright scared was troubling.

“We’ve lost almost all of the cavalry,” he told her frantically.

Mikasa nodded. She knew what she had to do now, even if it filled her with a sickening humiliation. She hated the feeling of losing. She was disappointing her mother, the queen of Niva, and failing the soldiers that had pledged their lives to her.

“We’re going to retreat,” she announced.

Her brother nodded before departing to inform the still fighting soldiers.

Mikasa tried to ignore the pit in her gut. She reminded herself that she had won the last two battles against the Lyonese army. This was nothing. They needed to regroup and come up with a better strategy for the next fight. Dwelling on the loss here was not going to do her or her kingdom any good.

It was only when Mikasa returned home to the castle that she learned the next fight was not going to happen.

It was normal for her mother, to call her into the throne room when she returned from a battle. Mikasa had dealt with the formalities of being royalty all her life, but that didn’t lessen the sting of anticipation as she approached her mother. She never liked delivering bad news to her.

“Mother,” Mikasa kneeled before the woman who had raised her. This was customary, even if someday she would be the one sitting on the throne.

“Mikasa, please rise.” Her mother almost always had a warmth to her voice. There was a gentleness to her that hid the immense power and responsibly resting on her shoulders. Mikasa had not inherited this from her.

As she stood, Mikasa was prepared to apologize and ask for her queen’s forgiveness for the lost battle. Before she could even open her mouth, her mother silenced her with a soft gesture. She then informed her that she was going to open negotiations with the king of Kingdom Lyon to make peace. The decision had been made during Mikasa’s journey home from the battlefield. The Lyonese nobles were already on their way to castle to begin the settlement and expected to arrive in a few days’ time.

Mikasa was at a loss for words. Part of her wanted to sink into the relief of the idea of the war ending, and the lives of her soldiers no longer being at risk. However, Mikasa was too wise to be optimistic. There was every possibility that these meetings would not solve anything, and the chance of peace would only diminish.

“Should I prepare for the negotiations?” She asked her mother. If there was any chance to lay their weapons down, Mikasa was ready to fight for it.

“No,” her mother pursed her lips. “I’m afraid our meetings will only be held with myself, the King, and a very select few nobles.”

Mikasa had learned how to mask her own emotions at a very young age. That was the price of being the alpha heir of the Kingdom. She needed to be completely in control of what she was letting others see at every moment.

“I see,” she uttered.

This wasn’t an insult. She understood that. What mattered was that the negotiations were happening in the first place.

Kingdom Lyon’s delegation arrived a week later. Mikasa watched the widowed king enter their castle, followed by his entourage. He didn’t look as menacing as her imagination had painted him. She recognized the blonde hair and blue eyes that he had passed to his daughter.

When the two rulers and their escorts disappeared to begin the peace talk, Mikasa did her best to busy herself. It became increasingly harder to focus on training when her mind constantly brought her back to that room and what they might be saying in it. She told herself that right now it didn’t matter, she would know exactly what was agreed upon soon enough.

Mikasa wasn’t nervous when her mother came to her chamber alone the day the negotiations had ceased. The Lyonese delegation had left that morning, although it had not been announced whether the attempt at peace had been successful or not. The entire castle was a buss of anxiety, and Mikasa was determined not to cave to it.

“I have good news.” There was something behind her mother’s smile. If Mikasa hadn’t known her as well as she knew herself she may not have noticed it, but there was clearly something wrong. “We have made a treaty. The war is officially over.”

The joy that flooded Mikasa was short lived. If that was all her mother had come to tell her, she would have been smiling openly. Not to mention the announcement of the peace would have already been made.

“Then what’s wrong?” Mikasa asked bluntly. They didn’t need to navigate through the formalities that an audience would have afforded them.

“Nothing,” her mother said almost distractedly. “You might want to sit down.”

“Mother,” Mikasa felt herself tense.

“In order to form peace a deal had to be made that both sides could agree on,” her mother started.

“I understand,” Mikasa said warily.

“King Leonhart and I have decided to end the war by uniting our two kingdoms through the marriage of our heirs,” she stated.

The words hit Mikasa like a blow, and she had to stop herself from retracting from it. No. This was not happening. This could not be happening.

“You and the princess of Lyon will each keep your own thrones so that neither of you will be in control of both countries,” her mother continued. “Your child shall inherit both.”

Child. She was expected to have a child with that girl. She was expected to share a bed with that girl.

“No,” Mikasa’s own voice sounded foreign to her.

“Mikasa.” There was a warning to her mother’s tone.

“I’m not marrying her,” Mikasa sputtered. “I can’t! I won’t do it.”

“Calm down,” her mother told her firmly.

“Mother,” Mikasa hated how close to pleading she was.

“You have no say in the matter.” Her mother’s face softens after barking the words. “I’m sorry. You know that marriages of nobles are done for political reasons. I’ve taught you that since you were a child.”

“Yes,” Mikasa nodded.

“You need to accept this,” she instructed. “Don’t you want the war to end?"

“I do.” More than anything she did.

“The wedding will take place here in a week,” her mother informed her. “You’ll meet your mate there. She’ll stay here for two months, then you will stay two months at her castle.”

“Where are we going to live?” Mikasa asked. She didn’t want to leave the castle. It was her home, it was where her brother and the few friends she had were.

“We’ve left that up to the two of you,” her mother said warmly.

“Right,” Mikasa nodded again.

“I’ll leave you to process everything.” Her mother started to the exit of the room but paused at the door. “I love you.”

She smiled before she left. Mikasa numbly guided herself to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it. She silently dropped her head into her hands.

The only time she’d met Annie Leonhart was through the exchange of prisoners. Annie had been a harsh negotiator, and Mikasa did not look back on the event fondly. The idea of spending the rest of her life with the girl who had always been on the opposite side of the battlefield was disturbing to say the least. Mikasa couldn’t count how many of her soldiers had lost their lives because of Annie Leonhart.

But the war would end. Mikasa’s soldiers would be safe—her entire kingdom would be safe. She had to do her duty, no matter how upsetting it was.

Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron and Justin Timberlake (in France if it is possible)

I honestly have no idea what do do here, but... here goes... 

"Walk Through The Fire" (Buffy Cast)

Top hostage negotiator, Angelina Jolie, has a reputation for being a tad too loose with her interpretation of the rules. For her "the ends justify the means" is a way of doing business. 

Until she meets her match in Charlize Theron and Justin Timberlake, two strangers who accidentally held up the same bank at the same time and, through a series of misfortunes, happen to take the entire bank hostage and cause nationwide panic and attention. 

In France. 

Did you see in the spoiler of ruins of an empire that Korra and Asami are sharing a bed

a) it’s not a spoiler the third issue came out weeks ago

b) why wouldn’t they.......