#that’s why everyone thinks they’re horribly inbred

[owlfacenightkit]

You know what? I’m going to do massive Night Light redesigns because I really hate Dragons: The Nine Realms

#Owl Hoots #Nine Realms #I’m very salty about what they did to my beloved HTTYD franchise #first off: the dragons faces are extremely ugly #second: the animation is straight up bad #have you seen the horrors that are the flight cycles? #third: they have way too much Night Fury in their genetics #that’s why everyone thinks they’re horribly inbred #wait #if I hate the dragons in Rescue Riders… #I can redesign them too!! #TIME FOR REDESIGNS!!!

[krahka]

2, 7, and 8 for urzela, kleskizhae, and kaad (and also 9 for urzela and klesizhae because i am weak)

Also gonna answer 9 for Kaad too because Psykaad is cute. Also original versions for all because why not 

Urzela

Pets?: Yes, she has an awful pet monkey named King Emeric and he’s an absolute nightmare that everyone except her hates because he will bite them, and she loves him very much.

Handwriting: Small, with a lot of shorthand. She’s used to never having enough paper and generally prefers that people not be able to understand what she writes. 

Phobias: She’s pretty paranoid about letting people get close to her because she’s pretty certain that they will betray her. She’s also afraid of horavors. They’re so gross and they carry diseases!

Her LI: They met after she escaped Coldharbour and she was pretty shaken up by the whole getting ritually sacrificed and dying thing so she went looking for a bodyguard and the Redguard mercenary whom all the other Redguards distrusted because she was too good at killing undead seemed like a good idea to have when she’s out wrecking bloody vengeance on a Necromancer cult. It certainly helped that she was really, really hot.

Ashareen is loyal, trustworthy and dependable, which are things she doesn’t see a lot of in most people. She’s brave and kind and isn’t so proud that she won’t get her hands dirty for the right reasons. She sticks by her even when it’s more than she originally bargained for because she won’t ever let her down. She’s a great kisser and looks amazing when she’s wielding that sword of hers.

Kleskizhae

Pets?: He’s got APPRENTICE, the horrible blurrg that follows him around because it craves blood, and Lord Murderfeathers, his extremely inbred Sith Warbird mount who is extremely dumb and not all that fast or good at carrying him. At some point they both get promoted into LORD and Darth Murderfeathers because they deserve it. I mean if anything it should be DARTH and Apprentice Murderfeathers but that’s just how it is in the Sith Empire, where your pedigree counts more than your accomplishments. 

Handwriting: Flowy, big, he insists on using a brush instead of a normal stylus or pen. Everything he writes must be beautiful. 

Phobias: He’s got the opposite problem where he’s irrationally unafraid of things that he should at least be concerned about and it’s as much if not more of an issue. The one thing that really keeps him up at night is the possibility of his loved ones being hurt or killed without his protection. He internalized being a tank way too much. 

His LI: I think we established that Aeziya was a mercenary working with him on something, he asked her out on a date and she was like “sure why not” and that date turned out to be hunting a bunch of huge animals and the rest was history. 

He’d describe her in over the top, grandiose terms and absolutely mean every last bit of it and not feel that he is exaggerating at all. Her struggles in the dark have forged her heart into iron, into uranium, into gold. She is power and joy and the fizzle of a blaster bolt all wrapped up together. He’s surprised her skin can hold the totality of her being in and not just burst out of her. She is the blood that pumps through his heart, keeping him alive. She is the fire in his soul and the spark of passion that drives him to be a better Sith, and through that, make a better Empire. The last part isn’t likely to happen any time soon for him, unfortunately. But Aeziya makes him feel like it’s possible, or at least, worth trying.

Kaad

Pets?: He’s got a trained attack akk dog that he’s named Gnasher 1. While she’s obstinately around to help him sniff out bombs and contraband and alert him to danger and is not a pet, the fact that she sleeps at the foot of his bed and the gentle way he speaks to her to remind her that she’s a good dog would say otherwise.

Handwriting: Very neat, almost calligraphic, since that was one of the Proper Sith Pastimes that he was capable of doing at all. His parents were really into it and insisted that no one could be good at it without the Force, so obviously he could use the Force for that, why wouldn’t he use it for other things like he obviously can but is too dense to? They were wrong, you don’t need the Force to practice Sith calligraphy, it can be taught to anyone. 

Phobias: He’s extremely paranoid about things going wrong and not being prepared for literally every possible situation. His fear of failure is overwhelming. He’ll often go into panic spirals when one of his projects or missions goes slightly off the rails because if he can’t be better than perfect, what right does he deserve to live? 

His LI: By all rights Psyche shouldn’t be in Imperial Intelligence. But somehow she really wanted in and she ended up being incredibly good at getting information out of people because of her disarming charm and extremely non threatening demeanor. He had to see it for himself and when he saw how effective it was, he made it a point to protect her. Somewhere along the line he fell in love with her.

That aforementioned constant need to justify his continued existence? It gets a lot easier for him with Psyche. She reminds him that he doesn’t have to be good enough for anyone but her. He would tell people that she is an accomplished and useful agent whose unconventional skill set is an asset to the Empire. Privately he’d wonder how he got so lucky to have such a kind and loving wife who makes him so happy. He isn’t happy often and even admitting that he is still feels a bit shameful so he won’t tell anyone about it. Except her, but she already knows. 

#answers #thievesguilding #oc: urzela #oc: kleskizhae #oc: kaad #also bonus: #bunnyiscthulhu

[arminkirschtien]

Playing the Roles Right: Chpt 1

(This chapter will finally start more of the story, and just continues to shove it in your face that, yes, Jean is an asshole. All Warnings are on A03, nothing too triggering here)

Jean swirled around in his seat, looking up at the thin, almost jester looking man. He was soaked from the rain outside, looking panicked and dreadfully worried. He was almost bald, a bit of grey hair covered his crown and looked like a child, but obviously was much older than that, otherwise someone would be calling for their kid outside.

"That is me," Jean started off, and the jester turned to look at him. His golden eyes widened and his thin lips curved into a hopeful smile.

"Ah! Yes! I did find the right place! Sir! You must come with me!" The young man ran over and stopped right in front of Jean, holding his arms out to lead him to the doorway. 

"E-Excuse me?" Jean scoffed. "First of all, nobody, and I mean nobody orders me around like a damn surf, I got my title through hard work and dedication, don't treat me like I'm-"

"It's an order from the high king Uri Reiss, sir!"

Well, that changes everything now doesn't it?

"Oh? He's called for me now, has he?" Jean turned his full attention onto the jester, who smiled and nodded. 

"Yes, he shall explain more once you get there, but you must arrive at once. I have a carriage with a sleeping roll and food ready, but he has ordered me to call for you. I'm sure you'll be paid handsomely."

The innkeeper patted Jean on the shoulder. "You should go, I ain't leavin' anytime soon, so you can always come back. My doors are always open."

The knight smiled at her, tipping his head. He followed the young man out to his carriage, Jean's horse already in the care of a young lady dressed like the jester, petting her hair and feeding her spare apples.

"Connie! Did you grab- oh! That's what he looks like?" She squinted her brown eyes at the hero, in return he eyed her. "I was expecting...I don't know, a tall, blonde hero with muscles...not a farm boy." 

Jean scoffed, his hand reaching at his dagger. "Well excuse me, I've never heard such horrible, offensive things said so quickly. Do you really need me or not? Because I could say right back that you look like an inbred witch." 

"Whoa whoa whoa, don't insult witches like that," the jester, apparently named Connie, chuckled then started to laugh. The woman began laughing like a pig, confusing the knight that had just insulted her. People are suppose to be offended, intimidated by insults, yet these two were laughing their asses off like they heard the best joke in years.

Connie rolled his eyes and caught his breath before speaking again, pointing to his friend. "This is Sasha, she has a quick tongue and will probably steal your food. She has thick skin, won't take your bullshit kinda gal. The high king has hired her and I to find you and take you to the castle. He'll explain the mission, but if you have any other questions, don't be afraid to ask." Connie hopped into the carriage, almost dancing as he pointed at different items in the area.

Ya need any more water or food, just ask, and we have a dog in the back, so watch for him. He'll keep ya' warm." Connie began listing everything quickly, Jean barely able to keep up with his speaking. He hopped into the back, a small roof shielding him from the rain. Hitch waved to him from her window outside, and he waved back, a small smile on his face.

She blew a kiss to the knight, winking at him before a hand was on her shoulder. She turned to smile at her fiance, saying something Jean couldn't read lips for, the man walking to the window and waving at Jean as a thank you. He nodded his head and saluted to them, a wish of 'happy marriage' if they will. 

"She's a pretty Las," Sasha whispered, looking at Hitch as well, and Connie nodded. 

"Riverwood has a lot of pretty women in it," Connie chimed in, and Sasha chuckled, starting up the carriage. The two horses started to move and she turned around to see Jean sitting down next to her dog. 

"It has a lot of pretty women, and Connie says that every time. Why? Because he grew up here." She teased, and Connie bopped her in the back of her head playfully, both still giggling like school kids.

“You grew up in Riverwood? It’s such a small, pitiful town, and it’s even right outside the shipping capital. Why not just move there? The only good thing about it is it’s safe away from dragons and has ok beer.” Jean rolled his eyes, leaning against the wooden walls of the carriage, the dogs head in his lap. Of course, he couldn’t deny that face a few pets and scratches behind the ear.

“Besides, it’s filled with families too scared to admit their part in the war, so they go into hiding. I’ve heard many families fleeing to small villages to hide, they’re all cowards.”

“Wow, aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” Connie huffed, head leaning in his hand. “Let me guess, you grew up in the safe, rich walls of Solitude? Sorry we couldn’t all get that luxury, my mother had 10 kids, she didn’t really have the time to make sure we all could be treated like spoiled brats.” 

Jean rolled his eyes, he shouldn't be surprised one of the two childish clowns came from such a small, penniless village like this. The rain got louder around them, and Sasha’s fire in her lantern went out, and her two horses began to panic and kick. Sasha and Connie went to quickly re-lighting it, while Jean started to pet the dog. “Isn’t he a fun one?” Jean complained to the dog, who only closed his eyes, falling asleep. Jean should probably take the dog’s advice and get some sleep. He misses his bed back at home with his mother, and he missed Solitude now that the jester brought it up; it’s his true home. Grabbing the sleeping roll he had back there he began to settle in.

He rolled around for a few minutes before finding a comfortable place to lay. Connie looked back at the resting knight and sighed.

“Ain’t he a prince charming?” Connie grumbled, Jean easily over-hearing him despite the downpour. “He’s all looks, but he’s got the mouth of an alcoholic father and a cocky brute mixed together. I’ve heard stories of him, but no one ever talked about his fucking attitude.”

“Well, the people who told us the stories were all young women, he’s no doubt wooed them into a state where they’ve fallen in love. C’mon, if you fell in love with a guy who treated you like a queen, you’d be pretty wooed.” Sasha laughs, and her friend only rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, I'd be wooed, but it doesn’t excuse this guy’s behavior. He’s another spoiled brat.”

“Connie…” Sasha sighed with sorrowful eyes, looking over at her friend. Connie looked back at her, and the young man let out a long breath. 

It was silent through the night, Connie and Sasha taking turns sleeping and driving the horses closer and closer to Solitude. The rain picked up over the night, getting heavy enough to start thundering, a few flashes of lighting hitting the ground around the carriage, stirring Jean around in his sleep some. 

When Jean finally awoke, they arrived to the capital; the front guards nodding at Connie and Sasha when they confirmed they were servants of the king. Jean only partly listened, looking up the hill at his old house right outside of Solitude. A small lumber farm down the street, he could see the mill from here. He wonders if his mother is in town, buying bread or eggs for a new recipe or buying clothes for a new get together with some friends.

“Alright Jean, We’ll drive you to the front of the blue palace, then I’ll lead ya inside. Otherwise you’ll be kicked out.” Connie hummed, turning around to see Jean’s tousled hair and dark undereye bags. “Well aren’t you a beauty in the morning? Get up! We’re here, put on your best face for the king. He’s not a morning person either, so don’t say anything stupid.”

Sasha drove them all up the front of the blue palace, the giant blue door underneath a beautiful outdoor hallway covered in flowers and stone features. It’s been a while since Jean’s been home, and he can tell they’ve definitely cleaned the castle up some, maybe some renovation.

The large grey poodle got out of the carriage, running over to the front guards and sniffing them, walking around them and tripping them under their feet. The tall guards laughed, and the dog happily hopped around as they were playing. Connie smiled and waved. “We’ll leave him out here to run around, it was a long trip. Make sure he doesn’t eat the flowers!” 

The guards all nodded, and Jean hummed in approval, they all seemed to be more relaxed guards, better than the strict ones he grew up next to in training. Connie seemed to be friends with everyone too.

Walking inside, Jean felt a shiver of warm air hit him, two men eyeing him up and down for any obvious weapons besides his axe and sword, and let him pass once they saw Connie walking in.

“Springer, you’re back.” One lifted up his helmet to smile at him. “I see you found the knight, great job, you’ll be rewarded with your gold once everything gets settled in, we’ll take it from here.”

Connie nodded, patting Jean on the back. “Remember what I said.” He whispered, Jean eyeing him strangely before he ran off down one of the two halls. The guards opened another set of doors, leading the way to the throne. Jean followed, looking at every flower, painting, and piece of art he saw pass by, trying to distract himself from his anxiety of meeting the king.

Getting closer, he could overhear a conversation between the king, his steward, and a commoner.

“I never said I would allow that, it’s too miniscule of a problem for the king to worry about it now-”

Jean looked up at a man talking with the king’s steward, the man himself right beside him in his chair, sitting up straight and eyeing the two men.

"Now I never said I would think of it," the king interrupted, and both men turned to look at their king. The young man fixed his hair, squinting at his steward. "Brother, please, I know plenty of men who would kill for a small job with bandits. I use small troubles like these to test some of our men, see if they're ready for the real world.” The king smiled and snapped his fingers.

“In fact, I have 3 whole recruitment armies in the yard outside, all of them still young and learning. Whichever...let's say 3 men accept the challenge, I will allow them to train in our castle yard as full grown soldiers of the castle."

The king's steward, his brother, stared at the king with wide-eyes, shocked and baffled. "But they just turned 18, the men outside! They would be too young too-"

"The day a boy kills another...he becomes a man. There will be bandits in that cave, and it will be dealt with. Whatever the men find in there is their treasure to keep." The king looked at the nobleman with a smile. 

"My steward here shall announce the job to the training yard outside. Which ever three men or women take it up, explain to them what you need sir. The payment you will hand over for my help can be handed over to me once your needs are met. I will give you and my three soldiers a week to fix the problem. If they die, I will look to hire more professional men for the job. You are dismissed."

The nobleman nodded and grinned, wiping the nervous sweat off of his forehead. "T-Thank you, m'lord! I will make sure to pay once everything is done."

The steward, grumbling in annoyance of his brother, took the man outside to the city's courtyard, leaving just the king, Jean, and the guard beside him.

"My Lord, we have another guest." The guard spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the room. The king raised his head at the man, then down to Jean. The knight could now see the king better.

He was a thin, short man with almost white hair with a blonde glow. He had piercing blue eyes and slight bags under his eyes from countless sleepless nights in the castle. He wore not but a simple dark blue robe with yellow and green belts and ropes. His hood was down, and his robe was pulled up to show off his fancy, elegant boots. He put on his best smile to try and looked at Jean.

"Hello there, I'm High King Uri Reiss, and you are?"

Jean took a deep breath, almost choking on his spit before quickly getting on his knee and bowing. 

"I-I'm Jean Kirschtien, I heard you called for me?" The knight blurted out, stuttering over his words. The king's smile got wider and he nodded, almost amused.

"Ah! Yes, I've heard so many great things about you from my people. Your mother lives here too, yes? Such a sweet lady.” He hummed, rubbing his chin.

“But I've heard of your stories of saving lost citizens, killing beasts and...being overall a rogue vigilante, solving crime on your own?"

Jean's breath hitched, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. He...He wasn't being arrested, was he?! He was only helping people! It wasn’t his fault! He was born and raised here to learn and train to be a guard so he could help people-

"I was only joking, no need to be worried," the king laughed, and Jean looked up with a weak smirk on his face. W-Was...he really joking? Didn’t know he was the playful type.

“O-Oh! I couldn’t tell, really.” Jean chuckled nervously, Uri gesturing for him to raise to his feet, so the night did, and then the king's royal guard whispered something to him. The king nodded and smiled at his guard. 

“Could you get everything ready, love?" He asked, and Jean looked surprised at the two. A king asking please? His guard should do it whether he likes it or not, well, that's how Jean thinks, especially if he was king. 

The guard nodded without another word, and the petite king's smile got even wider, his eyes hiding from his cheeks as he smiled. "Thank you, I'll make it up to you."

Why so polite for a monarch?

"You're the king, sir." The knight spoke up, both men looking at him with a confused look. "You shouldn't have to say please and thank you, and your royal guard here shouldn't expect anything in return for his work since it's his job to serve you."

He feels as if the gossip around this king was right. He’s never met the king in person, but he’s heard from his mother and her friends that he’s a softy. He doesn’t like violence and has been quiet about the civil war their country has been in for over 30 years. If Jean were to be king...well, of course he wouldn’t let anyone’s hurt feelings get in the way of what he wants.

It was silent in the palace for a good few seconds, and Uri was concerned his eyebrows were going to be permanently furrowed together in confusions after this. 

He said that out loud- shit.

"Have you no filter?" Uri asked in an angry tone, and it was now Jean's turn to look confused and guilty. Uri sighed, and there were two guards ready walking towards Jean to escort him out. 

"N-No no no, let him stay… Kirschtein,” Uri rubbed his eyes and sighed. “I have a job for you, let's just get to the reason you're here before I let my men escort you out.”

Jean bowed his head, apologizing to the king. His Royal guard walked off down to the hall, giving Jean a sour look before leaving.

"So, I must ask of you a favor, a job, a mission from me personally." The king crossed his legs and sat up, looking Jean in the eyes. "It's the least you could do for your... earlier comment."

 "Yessir, what would like me to do? No matter how long or dangerous, it will be done." The knight stood up straight and saluted on his name, and Uri smiled in pride at the young knight.

"I need you to save a princess."

#jearmin #jeanxarmin #jean kirstein #armin arlert #fanfic #archiveofourown

[nightcoremoon]

i only like pop music when I can choose to hear it.

if rock's on, I'm on board. even if nickelback or creed is playing and I fucking hate them both.

if metal's on, I'm on board, as long as it's metal and not grindcore or deathblast or djentfuck or whatever the fuck else 4chan is concocting in their parents' basements.

if r&b's on, and I mean real r&b and not just "cishet male literal sex predators are sad", I'm on board.

if jazz is on, I'm on board, and I'm not even the biggest fan of jazz.

if classical music is on, I'm on board- I'm just so goddamn sick of vivaldi's spring, beethoven's symphony number five, bach's toccatta and fugue, pachelbel's canon in D, and liszt's hungarian rhapsody. THEY HAVE OTHER SONGS, GUYS.

if opera is on, I'm on board, just as long as it's not just fucking one of three ave marias by andrea bocelli. there's more opera artists than bocelli and there's mores songs besides ave maria.

I think you can see where this is going.

if rap is on, I'm on board, as long as it's not just fucking Drake Drake Drake Drake Tyga Drake. they're not even good rappers ASIDE from being two steps from pedophiles. give me wu tang, tribe, roots, nwa, public enemy, kid cudi, wiz, biggie, tupac, outkast, kurupt, beasties, jay, bone thugs, busta, eminem, nas, nate, luda, cypress hill, childish gambino, tech 9, snoop, give me real rap with meaning, feeling, flow, cultural impact, bass, clever lyrics, RHYTHM.

if country is on, well, if it's pre-9/11 i'm on board but if it's post-9/11 then fucking kill me. because post-9/11 country music is glorified pop with subliminal fascist ultranationalism and commercializations for alcoholism and cars. except for lil nas x and probably a small handful of others I don't know or care to know because I don't give a fuck about country music.

if punk's on and it's real punk I'm on board but not if it's just nasally white boys crying over an ex girlfriend or ugly british men with bad hair because THATS NOT WHAT PUNK IS. black flag, bad religion, bad brains, jack off jill, ice t, cromags, poison idea, rancid, misfits, against me, nofx, even sum 41, green day, offspring, and four year strong have redeeming qualities. but plain white tees, all american rejects, all time low, mayday parade, ramones, sex pistols, simple plan those are just pop groups who play four chords kinda fast, maybe yell sometimes. and while I do like songs by these bands, they are essentially pop, not punk.

if grunge is on and I mean like alice in chains (not rooster) or soundgarden (not black hole sun) or nirvana (not literally half of nevermind) or stone temple pilots or mudhoney or mother love bone (oh yeah and pearl jam is there too but honestly pearl jam is overrated, mike and eddie were way better in mad season, temple, and all the other configurations) then I'm on board. even if it's A- tier grunge like pumpkins, bush, live, spacehog, screaming trees, melvins, silverchair, veruca salt, l7, meat puppets, blind melon, local h, which isn't AS good but it still quality music made outside of commercialized bullshit which is what grunge was created to ESCAPE FROM after england fucking ruined metal in the 80s with hairspray and leather taking precedence over the actual music itself.

wait look commercialization ruined metal and grunge and punk and r&b and rap and country. I wonder why that is-

The Fucking Pop Music Industrial Complex.

so, look. there's a lot of music I don't know. I couldn't tell you billy eyelash from lil rubber ducky. maybe they're amazing and maybe they're not. I'm not gonna talk shit about modern music or pop music or anything. my problem is I can't go anywhere without hearing katy perry or taylor swift or miley cyrus or any number of dumbass inbred white trash idiots, and they all have like 80 songs each on replay. drake and cardi b are the same way, without the inbred and white parts. but they're all still horrible people made worse by $$$. it's a huge circlejerk of millionaires sonically engineering the airwaves to brainwash the masses into the sweet sweet ad revenue from youtube spotify itunes etc. it's made as a product to recycle. "Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis, ever since your first record you've been in a state of suspended animation." There's no artistic integrity in the same song made over and over again except oh this one's about someone breaking up with you over booze and this one's about someone you broke up with because they cheated. 😑

Now I like some music that was made to sell for a product. Backstreet Boys, Nsync, New Kids on the Block, Britney, etc. I like it now 30 years later. Because I can choose to listen to it on my own terms. But I have no control over the shit they play now that's constantly pumped into my ears. It's all the same goddamn drivel and come a decade we're not gonna remember any of it. You know how much terrible music there was in the 50s? The 60s? The 70s 80s 90s and 00s were so full of the worst garbage anyone could ever churn out. Billboard was stocked to the brim with terrible music that nobody recalls and we only remember a tiny portion of it. The top 500 of 1982 is horrible. Even good bands like The Cars had boring unlistenable shit. There was good stuff too like Led Zeppelin and Jethro Tull and The Who and other bands THAT DIDNT SELL WELL AND WERE PERCEIVED AS FAILURES BY CRITICS IN 1982. It's always been that way. The popular shit is always bad and the good stuff subsists through the popularity to be remembered fondly. Why do you think the 80s are making a huge resurgence right now in meme culture? Because we know that Toto and Men At Work and A-Ha and Depeche Mode and Tears For Fears are actually good no matter how poorly they may have sold back then. But now, post-9/11 with American culture becoming what it is today, it got worse. So much worse. I watched it happen. There's no nostalgia filter here, music just sounds different at its core. The notes themselves affect my ears differently and actually cause pain nowadays. I use the same pair of earbuds and I can listen to stuff from earlier time periods just fine, even if I've never heard it before. But new music now? Either something's different with production and mixing or I just have auditory hallucination issues. Which I don't. I don't even have chronic tinnitus. Something is wrong. And looking at the fossil fuels industry, the software industry, the cinema industry, the automotive industry, the prison industry, politics, social media, and the economy, there's no possible way that everything is just a coincidence.

The things that make money benefit the ones getting that money and hurt everyone else. That includes music.

...

...

...

or maybe pop music just sucks.

[asianamidala]

jen-snow replied to your post “@ people who compare leia to daenerys and anidala to rhaegar/lyanna…...”

Rhaegar and Anakin do have some parallels, as do Jon and Luke. A couple of months ago I came across a thread over on westeros.org where someone suggested that Jon is Luke, Rhaegar is Anakin and Dany is Darth Vader (because she dreams she is Rhaegar and she's expected to go completely dark before redeeming herself)

Rhaegar was born into royalty and had everything handed to him, Rhaegar was beloved  by people and thinks of himself as the chosen one before forcing that title onto his son. Rhaegar humiliated his wife and ran off/kidnapped a teenage girl, and is in many ways an indirect reason to why his family died.

Anakin was a slave, first in a society with traditional slavery then a slave to jedi, and had to suppress his emotions and even with the Jedi did he have a master. Anakin didn’t lock Padmé up in a tower and impregnate her, and Padmé wasn’t a teenager... nor did they run away together, they barely saw one another during their marriage. And their marriage though a secret didn’t start a war, the way Rhaegar running off with Lyanna who was around fifteen at the time.

Also... Anakin didn’t have another spouse or lover when he married Padmé, while Rhaegar was married and humiliated his wife and left his children to die. 

Rhaegar was a privileged prince, Anakin was a slave and a soldier.

Darth Vader is a slave and barely human... Daenerys is a human being, and frees slaves only to turn them into her own slaves and sychophants. Daenerys is a coloniser and forces her rule onto societies, Darth Vader was The Emperor’s puppet. Daenerys is more like Palpatine and Jabba’s lovechild, she lets everyone else do her fighting, while Vader had more in common with one of those fire lizards she lets fight for her. Vader is still horrible, but not in the same way as Dany. Vader’s fights his battles, Daenerys lets other fight hers.

Also Luke is not Jon. Jon in the show is the chosen one, while in the books we don’t know and even though he’s a bastard he has a lot of entitlement and grew up in a privileged household. Yeah he’s a bastard but he had it better than 95% of Westeros, Luke was just a farmer’s boy. Luke and Jon both go through hardships but they’re hardly alike as people. Jon is more of a romanticizer who wants to be a leader, while Luke wants to go on adventures.

+ Luke is far less of a macho type like Jon.

Also Luke, Leia and Padmé worked their asses off for their positions as leaders for years, Leia grew up privileged yes, but she had to work for her position as a leader. Daenerys burned her way into it and Rhaegar got his future kingship handed to him

Also comparing a slave to two monarchs from a racist family that think they’re gods(actual canon quote) because of their inbred bloodline? Is messed up. 

The only valid comparison is Elia Martell and Padmé, not their husbands thank you very much. 

#jen-snow #anti daenerys #anti rhaegar #ok it makes me sound like i dislike jon #i don't #i like him in the books #but he's not luke

[snowflakebyyou]

the past. (names have been changed)

I thought I would write up a little blurb of every boy or man in my life that has affected the way I date or look at love, in one way or another, big or small.  A virtual diary . Whether it be a random hook up or my only relationship. They’re in here if they made enough of a mark to stay with me.

First, we have Jack! My first childhood crush that lasted all through primary school. I was a little over obsessed with this boy, for years too, and everyone knew. In year 6 my best friend started ‘going out’ with him. Not that at the age of 11 it means anything but wow did I hate them BOTH! I swear from that, I held onto whatever anger it brought out in me. And through high school it was the biggest betrayal if my friend went after or got with the guy I liked or had been with. Now I know things change and so do people because I have been guilty of doing this to some friends. But something so little in my childhood affected me because I ignored it instead of dealt with the feelings it caused me to have. And from here my trust issues formed!!!! Love that for me.

My HS group had boys join in and we kind of became a family- that kissed, so inbred. I had Kai in my maths class, and John in my English. I’ll tell the John story in enough detail to understand but not all of it because I’ll write a novel. I’ll add Liam into the John story because they kind of overlap.

John.. We had English together and he was really good at it. I didn’t really ever look at him as more than a friend for a while. We had group gatherings and mutual friends but that was it. He was close with my friend Layla, and told her he liked me, and loved that I didn’t give a shit what anybody thought (which will be one of the reasons he ends up resenting me). I of course loved this information, but still feeling awkward didn’t really know what to do with it. We kind of had a few catch ups outside of school, we had a Valentines’ day together, where he bought me my favourite chocolate, lollies, a candle, a flower and drew me a picture of donkey from Shrek (at the time I had told him I loved donkey). An extremely thoughtful gesture and of course I didn’t know how to act- so I gave him an awkward hug and that was that. All this time Kai had a crush on me but I was unaware. Things with John never became anything really – I can’t really remember why but I think I felt too uncomfortable and didn’t understand my feelings, and I hurt him. Then Liam came along. Liam was a bit older than me, that I had always thought was a cutie. We started hanging out and I thought he had this ‘bad boy’ vibe to him, so I put the thought of John in the back of my mind, and moved on.

Liam was so sweet to me always; I loved his family and we got on really well. The problem was for me, was I was still young, and not ready for things that he needed me to be ready for. This caused a lot of problems for us while we were together.  Along with me just being a horrible bitch to him even though he tried his best to make me happy always. I deep down knew I wasn’t ready for the relationship that Liam was ready for, and the entire time I still had no closure on my feelings with John, it was a recipe for disaster. While I was still with Liam, we were at a party with all my friends- including John. My friend Talia and John got with each other and I got upset, which I shouldn’t have because I HAD A BOYFRIEND! Worst person ever I know. Anyway, because I was upset by it, the next day Liam broke down and was really emotional questioning me if I liked John, I got defensive and shut it down immediately, even though I knew the truth. i couldn’t explain it, but I replayed the night he kissed Talia, over and over and it just broke my heart, but why?. ANYWAY. Liam and I were officially together for about 4 months, unofficially about 6? I broke up with him in March 2015 (for timeline context). About 2 weeks later----- John and I were at a beach party and he said “ What would you do if I kissed you right now”, and I was like “lol I’d punch you” , and he said “you’d better get ya fist ready”, BUTTERFLIESSSS AM I RIGHT!? So yeah, we kissed and it was really cute and yeah. From then on, I went back to being confused about my feelings, I knew I liked him, and liked him a lot, but something was holding me back. I was a super insecure high school girl then and was unsure of everything. It was hard but it kind of went back and forth until things just stopped working and we ended up resenting each other. And after he left school it was just different. We got with each other here and there but that was it. Then the next year, as I love to be toxic. I convinced John to go for Talia again, I assured him I wouldn’t care and pretty much forced him, (this was at his house while we made each other dinner). We got to a friend’s party and let’s just say shit got fucked from there – he took Talia for a “walk” and they got together. I was so angry, I was upset, I cried and broke a light??? So of course, I knew Kai liked me, and I had a bit of a crush at this stage but nothing compared to how I felt for John, just an attraction lets say. Anyway, we went ‘looking for them’, and ended up getting with each other, and I know I did it to get at John, and from then on, we almost became rivals. I hated him and Talia together, but they just kept at it, as they were more than entitled to do, I just didn’t like it. John did check in with me but I always said I didn’t care, then I’d cry myself to sleep. It was so toxic and hard and just way too much.

For context they got with each other in May 2016. Then came formal. Talia asked John – NOW back when we used to talk, John and I said, if we’re both single for year 12 formal, that he will be my date. So that was uncomfortable for me and I felt SO shit about it, that I asked a random friend from another school, Blake, so I wouldn’t have to go alone. I hated seeing them together, because I so badly wanted to be with him.... even better I knew we had a trip planned at the end of the year together.

LETS SKIP TO THIS TRIP BEING THE WORST TIME OF MY LIFE and I’ll only tell the bit that matters, and it’s that Talia lost her virginity to John just before schoolies, yet NO ONE told me, so we all stayed in the same villa and everyone knew but me- UNTIL WE PLAYED NEVER HAVE I EVER so I found out in front of every one of our friend’s at schoolies and I KICKED OFF. like I literally felt every ounce of my body go numb, my heart SHATTEREDDDDD.I cried and yelled I was so hurt and I couldn’t understand how I felt I was fucked. It was like the air around me got thin and my chest was caving in. I felt this horrible burning feeling in my stomach and I honestly just wanted to die. I don’t think I’ve felt like that since, and honestly I just wanted to bury myself in the sand. The next day I made up with Talia for the sake of the trip but afterwards it took me years to forgive her, and even to this day I find it hard to be friends with her. John asked how I felt about it, about HIM AND HER HAVING SEX?! Like yeah dude I’m so stoked about it well done!!? Dumbass.

So that’s the John and Liam story, John and I had a history and we now don’t know each other, Liam and I are actually good friends still and I’m close with his sisters. That shit fucked me up so bad sometimes I think about it and am so proud that I got over that part of my life because that was harddddd. I learnt that my actions affect more than just me, I learnt to be alone isn’t the worst thing. I learnt how hard relationships are when you’re not 100% in it. I learnt I need to consider other people’s feelings as well as my own, and to be open about them. Its 2020 now and I’ve only just scratched the surface of understanding how to communicate my feelings properly. But it started here. I really learnt what it felt like to be heartbroken and to feel like I’ll never get over something. And I know now that I can.

NOW Kai- touched base in the John paragraph about Kai so let’s just say we hooked up a few times, and he’s definitely on my Top 3 best kisses, the French know how to kiss. But it was toxic the next couple years after we left school it was a random hook-up and he got a bit full of himself so I didn’t like who he became and he hated me too, he was such a honey in school. SO that’s Kai, not gonna lie would def still get with him but not fussed if not. I just learnt not to trust someone will always be who you first met and that’s ok.

Mali! A friend from mid high school who I got with during all my messes. Then we continued to get with each other for a few years. TOXIC Was the best word for us. We both liked each other (I think) but always seemed me more than him. It went back and forth for years, sometimes we wouldn’t talk for months then get back to getting with each other again. The last time we got with each other, we hadn’t talked for at least 6 months! I was out with Lilli and he saw me and I think I ignored him; so, he came up to talk and it ended with me choking up about to cry so he suggested we leave the club and talk outside. From there we basically fought for two hours straight in the middle of Manly corso with Lilli and his friend standing there watching. We went back and forth and he told me he had missed me since we hadn’t talked, which I thought wtf random for him to say. ANYWAY, stupid Aria, he ended up back at mine, and we got with each other, cuddled for a bit then he went home. It was really nice tbh and my favourite thing about Mali was that I was comfortable with him and I knew he wouldn’t take advantage of me. The next day when he texted me, it ended the same way it always did, he didn’t want anything more and I couldn’t handle it. I especially couldn’t handle rejection because I thought we’d always like each other. So that was another fight which then eventually turned into a huge break and decided it was way better to be friends. And now we are so all is chill. From him I learnt a lot about myself, a lot about my trust issues. I learnt that I can be comfortable around a guy and that someone else will eventually be that for me, in a better and more loving way, I just have to be patient.

Now, Taj. I’m missing some people along the way but as I said I’m going through people who affected me enough for my memory to hold onto them. So, Taj is a friend of a friend. And to start with I didn’t look at him twice, thought he was a typical rich kid with too much money and I didn’t really give a shit about him. We got with each other at this party and I don’t even know why because I wasn’t into him at all, but the guy I wanted to get with wasn’t interested and Taj was so drunk he seemed desperate so it was easy. WORST MISTAKE EVER. From then he messaged me and I slowly fell into the TAJ trap. He made it seem he was interested in hanging out and even asked me on multiple occasions to catch up with him- yet he never followed through. And because I was super trusting when it came to toxic boys, I went all in. I thought he really liked me and I fell damn hard. Because we were getting with each other at pretty much every party we saw each other at. I did actually ask him to year 12 formal and he declined hence why I asked Blake.  So anyway, there was one night at a friend’s place, cut a long story short- he asked me out and I just kept saying you don’t mean it and never really said yes. He announced it to the party and promised my sister he wouldn’t hurt me. But that’s exactly what he did. The next day he called me and basically took back everything, including the part where he liked me and asking me out. The pain I felt in this moment was similar to when I found out about John and Talia. I really felt sick and I cried myself to sleep for weeks. My friend came and picked me up that day and took me out, and kept me busy, thank god for her. I felt so stupid and let down. It took me years, and I mean YEARS to get over him. And I always found it hard to see him out and he was always around. Until eventually I just accepted it and I started to work on myself and things were good. He’s had girlfriends since it all and we became friends, because I realised my worth. I genuinely felt sad for the kid when he got dumped, and it was after that I realised I was good, and it was such a perfect moment. End of the day, I’ll always have a soft spot for him and I like to think he felt the same, I can’t speak on anyone else’s behalf.  I learnt actions speak louder than words. I learnt that I am too good to be dismissed and that I deserve more than empty words and games. I learnt no matter if someone is your friend, if they haven’t healed from their damage, it will always come out and if I get to close, then regardless I get hurt, because no person changes if they can’t see the problems they need to fix.

Trouble (Taylor). This is a dude I met on a holiday ages ago. I guess we flirted a bit but he was 11 years older than me and I was like ahh better not. He gave me and Lilli the nickname “Trouble”, and it kind of stuck. Anyway, like a month after the holiday I literally saw him in a club and we started  talking for a bit, and he goes” I just don’t know what to do with you”, so of course I fuckiin kissed him, and fuck me dead, best kiss ever. Like dayum it was so hot and steamy like I couldn’t deal. We talked for AGES after that, we always missed each other when we were out, and then I got this super weird vibe that he wasn’t single, and every time I asked, he avoided the question or made a joke about it. Eventually we just stopped talking but it was a wild time and he was the oldest guy I’ve ever got with. I’d say he affected the way I look at relationships because I’m convinced, he was in one, and it made me a bit weary of men and shattered my trust a bit more. I did message the girl I thought was the girlfriend, whether it was or not I don’t know, I never heard back.

Blake! good looking  friend turned formal date! He was also the boy I lost my virginity to in Bali, he was really nice about it, and took his time and besides the dingey hotel, I got pretty lucky with my first time. It hurt like HELL but he was understanding and made sure I was ok and it was good. We talked a bit afterward but not long after he got a girlfriend and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. It is what it is and I don’t regret it. This affected me with sex because I always think who I sleep with is going to leave. I felt used after sleeping with the two next people and I felt disgusting after both. I’m learning now to only give myself to people I feel deserve it and who care about me, and have no shame in saying that I only want to sleep with men who mean something to me.

We also have Beau, my friend’s brother who. Doesn’t get a huge say, it was fun while it lasted but he was too addicted to the party lifestyle for me to ever be exclusive or serious or anything with him. Although I do hate that he has a girlfriend now that he changed his lifestyle for, which I never wanted I just wanted him to stop with the drugs; so it’s hard seeing someone you liked do what you wanted for someone else; just proves it was definitely not meant to be anything. I learnt from him that if someone wants to be with you, and wants to evolve with you, they will. It’s just whether or not they want to grow for your relationship.

I have slept with two other boys in my past who won’t be named because they are the 2 things, I regret most in my life and shut out that part of it. But I’m writing this bit about them because I have grown to respect my body more and it makes me think better about men and sex. They are both mere blobs of a person and I’m glad I never have to see them again.

Anyway, yuck to those two.

I met a guy called Jeremy who is like 7 years older than me. We kissed the night we met, then went on a date. I read into it wrong and got really upset. Although in a turn of events we actually became great friends. I still was shitty that it didn’t work out because I wanted to sleep with him. He’s like a men’s mental health coach but also super into his sexuality so I was ALWAYS intrigued. Now I could never think of that but at the time I was still learning a lot. I learnt a lot from him about the way you speak to people, and to myself, he even started me on my self-love journey so it was definitely the universe who brought us together, even though it was just as friends in the end, I’m more than happy with that!!! As I said I learnt about self-love, being ok with being alone and understanding my body and sexuality, and learnt that its ok to not have all the answers all the time.

For now, that’s all the dudes in my life that have affected me in one way or another. Good mostly but for the better yes. I’ve grown in such a way over the last year, and I’m so happy I have started to put more thought in how I act and speak and treat people. Life’s too short to hate yourself and others. So now I’m kinder to myself and other people, and try harder to understand their perspective and respect their choices.

L xox

[mermaidsirennikita]

Chances are that once queenie croaks the monarchy goes with her. Liz II really is the last royal you can respect and accept as sovereign, while neither Charles, nor his sons or anybody in the family has this air about them. They don't have that true monarch inner stamina, like Liz, they just look and feel like some posh well groomed people. But like Kings? Nuh. I'm not sure monarchy will survive for long past Liz II's death imho. It's very outdated already and holds on Liz being a trooper.

What’s this “air” lol?  The Windsors are no different from you and me, and never have been--they’re just more inbred and lucky.  

If polls and the amount of money Kate and William’s wedding and babies have brought in are any indication, the monarchy is more popular than it has been in a long time.  Elizabeth is not great catch of a person, imo--she’s been tone deaf in the past, was actually not that great a parent by all accounts, which can account for some of the less than intelligent decisions her children have made, and made some truly horrible decisions in the immediate aftermath of Diana’s death.  People tend to forget that the most universally iconic person from that family was not originally from that family, hated it, and left it.  I don’t doubt that Elizabeth is loved in England by many, but she’s not so popular in countries that her nation used to colonize--India still wants those jewels back girlie!--and here in the U.S. a lot of people consider her Diana’s bitchy mother-in-law who just should have let Charles marry who he wanted vs. bringing some 20 year old virgin into the mess that family was.  I think pretty regularly the most popular people in the family are, according to surveys, Elizabeth, William, and Harry.  The younger generation have been more emotionally open to the public than anyone was before them--which is good.  It makes them look less like freaks of nature who are all a part of a tiny gene pool and more like normal people.  Henry generated a ton of good will for the family by serving in the military as normally as he could.  William and Kate’s babies have been welcomed in MY country by various landmarks lighting up pink or blue.

Elizabeth isn’t a monster, but she is a remnant of a time when the monarchy was cold and inaccessible and frankly horrendous at times.  When she was growing up the family was a fucking mess--her grandfather wasn’t a great parent, her father was thrust into a role he shouldn’t have had to take on, her uncle was a Nazi sympathizer who sniped at his family for the rest of his life because his Nazi sympathizer life wasn’t as luxe as he wanted it to be.  Margaret lived a miserable life in part because Elizabeth wasn’t as supportive of her as she wanted and in part because Margaret probably had a lot of mental health issues naturally that weren’t tended to because God forbid the royal family look weak, so she married a wastrel and descended into alcoholism.  Philip is a racist who people just sort of brush off because it’s cute that old people do that.  And Elizabeth... might not have as many direct issues as everyone else because she doesn’t let them out.  But she lets it happen.  She turned a blind eye to her son being absolutely miserable with the choice she pressured him into making; she ignored public outcry for a more emotional response to the death of her grandson’s mother because she was no longer a part of the family.  Elizabeth was--and is, though she’s gotten better--incredibly out of touch.  Her daughter-in-law caught the public imagination, did more charitable work than anyone in that family ever did, and revitalized that family.  The Windsors were so desperate for relevancy that they tried to make Charles *CHARLES* the “adventure man” playboy prince when really he was a super shy virgin who couldn’t drive until he met Camilla.  And even then for the large part he was pretty much stuck on that woman and that’s why he’s married to her decades later.  

William and Harry could be as quiet and withdrawing as they obviously want to be, but people would still love them and still want to know how they are because they’re Diana’s sons.  Because love her or hate her, she was pursued.  People wanted to know her.  And now the boys are doing things like bringing attention to mental health problems, working with the homeless--Harry had an HIV test done on Facebook Live.  It may not be regal, but it’s human; and that’s what people want more than anything else.

If they could leapfrog over Charles they probably would, but they can’t and William very obviously does not want that.  But unless there is an actual movement on the government’s part to get rid of the monarchy (which I doubt there will be) they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.  And again I take issue with this idea of regality because the Windsors are basically a gigantically fucked up family who are lucky that they ruined the right lady’s life and had her long enough to get two princes out of her. 

#spoiler alert: i find elizabeth fascinating and sympathize with her on a psychological level #but i don't think that excuses the fact that she wasn't a good parent #and spent years trying to have her cake and eat it too #like lol you can't live as a 1950s queen and still be loved in the 80s and 90s girl #also seriously the royal family has a ton of shit stolen from countries they've colonized and that's another very fucked up thing #sure technically those things belong to the crown as an entity and not the family #but like... #come on #Anonymous

[koganphrancis]

Actual footage of Ian trying to wake up his dick.

Season H8 Episode 3: Where Everything’s Made Up And The Points Don’t Matter

The good(ish) news about this week’s episode is that compared to last week’s, nothing hurt all that much and no groups of innocent people were shamed.  

The bad news is-it still sucked.  It was written by the evil Krista Vernoff and had very little to do with what had gone on the week before.  Ian and Terror, in particular, seemed to have no connection with what happened in the last episode (except we saw a shot of Ian’s shitty tattoo at the end).

Since the demon show is continuing at least one more season, I wish they’d force writers to read the scripts they didn’t write, instead of (I’m assuming) just getting summaries or following general ideas on the white board.

Anyway, almost all the troubles the gang was facing last week disappeared as if by magic-or really crappy script writing.

Svetlana and Vee made up in less than 30 seconds.  While I’m glad for Svetlana, what was the point of even having her “impounded” for such a short time?  And the authorities are just going to drop the whole sex trade excuse Vee used to have her taken into custody?  And I guess maybe this will set up tension when they’re all working together at the bar again-but maybe not?  It was dumb.  

Kev had a bunch of DNA testing done-um, how are they going to pay for that?-and found out he’s Bart from Kentucky and his family tree only has one branch.  Can’t wait to see where this inbred storyline is going (please read that in a very sarcastic tone).  Last week’s bears are about to be replaced by next week’s hicks, maybe.  Smell that comedy gold!  

Youens plowed his car into a house and even that-or the threat of prison-wasn’t enough of a wake up call to try to return to sobriety.  (Why is he off the wagon after getting Lip on it?  I’m pretty sure Krista didn’t bother to write a reason, or maybe I was so bored I missed it.)  The main thing I took away from this part of the story was when Youens says if he had killed the woman in the house with his car, he would’ve gotten 20 years for vehicular homicide.  Really?  And Mickey got 15 for NOT killing a woman who was shooting at him when the cops showed up?  And with no physical evidence or witness testimony that he had tried to kill Sammi?  Wow, ain’t that a bitch?

Neil dumped Debbie (something Snore and Terror can’t seem to do with their Gallaghers) and told her she’s a horrible person.  When Debbie repeats that to her family, none of them even question it or try to tell her she’s not.  

Liam was barely in it.

Frank is all into this mellow “I’m a saint” thing now and it’s just zzzz.  

Fiona gets a tenant for the empty apartment, but the evil gf of Nessa is waiting on the staircase in her daisy dukes when he comes out from seeing the place and lies to him about bedbugs so Fi will rent the place to her friends, but for less money.  Cuz all these coincidences could totally happen-from her friends needing a place to Mel being on the spot when the one qualified renter comes to see the place.  Later Fi goes all South Side on Mel and it was so damn boring.  Rumbling over an apartment rental?  Yawn.

No Snore in this episode, but Lip does mention how he can’t even take care of Lucas anymore, so I’m betting we don’t see the kid ever again again.  It’s no big loss to the show, but it’s so stupid that Snore has no problems/struggles raising a kid on her own.   

Carl loses the hot tub (has to sell it for quick cash-or the meth dealer took it-I wasn’t paying close enough attention-he’s there when it’s taken away and he takes Carl’s towel from around his neck and that was actually kinda funny), and somehow (magic?) knows how to drive and operate a backhoe.  That someone left the keys in at the cemetery.  Krista, how many coincidences am I supposed to swallow?  Not to mention the rip off of Ian stealing the helicopter?  Get some fresh ideas!  You also have had them dig up a dead relative before.  

Now for Ian who every week is truly this show’s blank slate.  Last week he was acting like maybe he was manic-this week?  No sign of that.  Things start with a family-except for Fiona-council of war about the drug dealer that’s after them, and we get a new piece of Ian canon-he was a crack (or some other drug that Monica was using-Frank doesn’t specify) baby.  Ian tells Frank if he doesn’t help them figure out a way to get out of the shit they’re in with the drug dealer, Ian will take a tire iron to “old Frank”.  Frank says, “You’ve been a drama queen since the day you were born, Ian.  Wouldn’t stop screaming until you were fully detoxed.”  Ian does one of his stunned big blink looks, and the story moves, well not ON, but people keep talking.  

Oh, and just a side note, but Ian’s been shown drinking coffee at least twice in the Gallagher kitchen this season, and the cock mug is nowhere to be seen :(  

Next scene is Ian walking into Terror’s office area, all cocky.  “Brought you that chocolate flavored soy shit you like, then there’s coffee.”  (I’m not sure exactly what he says after “like” and Charter/Spectrum cable doesn’t communicate with my TV so the close captioning doesn’t work-don’t get me started on how I have to use different remotes to do different things.)  Terror says, “With a side of snark just how I like it,” in the most annoying, whiny voice possible.  WHAT is Ian supposed to see in him?  And, was that comment all that snarky?  And, should Ian be having what’s at least his second dose of caffeine on his meds?  

If I’m going to count how many times they needed Mickey in this episode, the meeting about how to deal with the drug dealer was one, Ian and his coffee intake is two, what fucking Terror says next is three...

“Thought you had to work today.”  NO!  Terror does not know or care about Ian’s schedule!  That was a Mickey thing and a Mickey thing only!  Ian LIES to everyone else about when he’s at work!  And so far in canon, Terror is way too into himself to know where or when Ian ever works.  Grrrr.

Ian says, “Soon, yeah.  So... that drug dealer that chased me?  Can’t seem to shake it off, don’t know what’s wrong with me.”  And he says it all small and scared-after walking into the place boasting about his cafe purchases-I don’t like how they keep having Ian’s moods change on a dime-especially since again, I just think it’s bad writing and not trying to tell the audience he’s slipping or anything’s wrong.  

Anyway, Mickey thought #4-Ian seems to be acting like if there’s something wrong, Terror will get into being his hero and fixing things for him, LIKE MICKEY USED TO DO ALL THE FUCKING TIME.  So, not only so much for “this isn’t me anymore” (which is so hard to take with all this running from killer meth dealers shit), but also WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU CAN’T FIX ME BECAUSE I’M NOT BROKEN?  (more of that in a minute)

Terror just smirks at his computer after Ian’s lines and Ian says, “You laughing at me?”  Terror answers, “Only cuz it’s still hard for me to tell when you’re joking-are you serious?”  And, WTF?  When has Ian EVER joked with Terror?  “I’m into cock. I’m a top.  I don’t want that up my ass.  I don’t want to hang out with Monica.  I told you I didn’t want to hang out with Monica.  I was with Mickey.”  Have they had any other conversations?  Has Ian ever said anything he didn’t mean to this asshat?  

Ian doesn’t answer, just sort of shrugs to answer the are you serious.  Terror says, “Wow, well nothing’s wrong with you.  I think it’s probably hard for a normal person to shake off a drug dealer chasing them.”   Ian says, “Gallaghers are not generally normal humans.”   T: Grief can change people. I: What? T: Ah, grief.  I mean, your mother died.  It changes you.  Maybe you should talk to the counselor.  (Krista!  We went over this ground LAST week and, while that should’ve been Terror’s advice then, it wasn’t, and why isn’t this story going anywhere, ever?) I: (creeplily turns the conversation into a come on) I’d rather talk to you. (Sits up, leans in towards Terror)  In fact, I’d rather do something with you that doesn’t involve talking. T: (closing down immediately and going cold) Ah, well, sorry, I’m busy trying to help out at risk youth.

So, yeah, that should’ve been his reaction LAST week-wtf?  It’s truly like last week never happened.  I wanted Terror to reply to that “I don’t feel like talking” call back in Mickey’s bedroom with, “Bitch, I just got you laid last week!  I’m never gonna sleep with you again, so there’s the door.”  But, no.  And Ian going from “I’m sad, please help it” to seductive or whatever the hell they think it is, is just...OOC and not attractive and as always, their total lack of chemistry makes everything worse.  But now that Terror has said no for the millionth time, it’s really coming off as rapey whenever Ian tries.  

Then, before he even starts his shift at work, Sue tells him his “uncle” was there looking for him and describes the meth guy, so Ian goes tearing out of the EMT station with Sue yelling after him that he has a shift.  If he STILL has his job after this 18th strike or whatever he’s up to...well, I won’t be surprised at all because Shameless has given up on reality more than ever and Gallaghers never get into any real trouble.  

There’s the scene at the hot tub with the guy dunking Carl and Ian trying to protect him with the bat, and then there’s another meeting to try to figure out what to do because they only have $9000 left from all the meth Carl sold, so finally they cave and go talk to Fiona and there’s a painful scene where she makes them admit she was right-which in this case she actually was, but in other cases she’s fucked up just as badly as they have-plus I’m NEVER forgiving her for saying Mickey would set a match to Ian’s life-what about what he’s managing all on his own since he’s been back?  What about the fact that Mickey did everything he could to always keep Ian safe and happy once he was back from the army?  Grrrrr.  

Anyway, the family digs up Monica and Krista waves her fairy wand again and has the meth dealer listen to Frank’s reasoning that half the meth belonged to Monica so them coming up with almost half the money is good enough-and that if the meth guy ever goes near his family again he’ll put him in the ground with Monica.  Yeah, meth dealers are known for compromising and listening to ownership rights theories.  And who wouldn’t be threatened by old broken-down Frank?  Eye roll.  

Anyway, Ian returns to the cemetery alone to try to put Monica’s headstone back together, but the pieces fall apart and he sits hard on his bum.  The camera’s behind him-and his shitty tattoo-so who knows if he’s crying or finally giving in to the fact that she’s dead and gone or what, but I won’t be surprised if he’s now completely over her death and ready to become a brand new man-yet again-next week.  Which is the episode where Ian supposedly crosses a boundary with a teen from the youth center.  Will his months of no sex except last week’s blowjob lead to him having sex with a teen?  Probably not, but cripes, what else could it be?  

#Season H8 Episode 3 #Recap #One Terror scene was still one too many #Like Ian couldn't have found a great guy by now #Not that he deserves it after throwing away the greatest guy he'll ever know #But why do we have to keep suffering through angry squirrel face Terror week in and week out? #WHY?

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 11: More Raven Rock

I’ve started reading Raven Rock again after a bit of a break, but I’m still reading slowly because I have to stop every few paragraphs and think about The 100 and how useful all of these many government bunkers would have been to S4. Raven Rock in particular is right there in Pennsylvania, easy driving distance, it’s even bigger than Mt. Weather, and if Mt. Weather survived than you can be pretty well assured Raven Rock did too. I mean I know they did the government bunker thing in S2 BUT consider this--they also did the nuclear apocalypse thing in the-whole-show-so-far so obviously being repetitive isn’t a problem for them.

I don’t know why I’m so fascinated by this stuff, but I am. I’ve gotten up to the Cuban Missile Crisis (that’s tomorrow’s reading) and today I was reading about all of the help the government got from AT&T in building a special government nuclear-war-ready communications network (this included great big radio towers, one of which is located in a town close to where my parents live, which I think is pretty wild), and about the history of Mt. Weather. It really was a weather measuring site first, then an arsenal in WWI, and then in WWII conscientious objectors worked on weather experiments there. Coolidge wanted to turn it into a presidential resort but Hoover didn’t like it, so then it was used for mining, which produced a tunnel that sparked the idea of using this great big ol’ mountain for a bunker. As of the 60s, it could house almost 2,000 people if filled to capacity.

Which, tbh, kind of made me wonder about S2 again because how many people were there allegedly living there? Like 300?

Of course there’s no reason it had to be filled to capacity but I guess I don’t understand how two communities with probably roughly equal space (I feel like the Ark had about 2 to 2.5 thousand people at the opening of S1 though I can’t remember where I saw that or where the number comes from, and it was filled pretty much to bursting at least in terms of resources like food and medicine, if not literal space) and formed at almost the exact same time had such wildly different population counts as of the present. Like, did only a few people actually make it to Mt. Weather at the time of the bombs and everyone living there in S2 is like really horribly inbred? Or did almost 2,000 people make it and the population grew, even within a couple of generations, so horribly that they were forced to do some extensive pruning (along the lines of the culling on the Ark), and then they got too enthusiastic and ended up, somehow, with only a couple of hundred? I feel like this is more likely, since the government’s evacuation plans are so extensive, and since they had a lot more people they wanted to save than they could have ever hoped to.

It’s just bizarre that not only does Mt. Weather have so few people, but they’re not a resource-starved society in any way. They have food, water. No rationing. No population restrictions that we know of. And these bunkers, though impressive, weren’t actually made to last that long.

Of course the Ark really shouldn’t have ballooned in size that much, especially given the show is only on a 97 year timeline AND the Ark has had at least one generation of population restricting-laws (I feel like they talk as if it’s been going on a while,,,but 97 years is like 3 generations lol. I’m 28 and if my paternal grandparents were alive they’d be 92. My maternal grandmother would be even older. It’s just not a long time at all!! Thus probably the most likely explanation is that Clarke et. al. are the first single-child generation even though this semi-conflicts with some show dialogue but anyway). Like their first generation must have produced 20 kids each.

So obviously I’m overthinking because no one in the creation of this show gave even this much thought to the universe they were putting together (especially frustrating considering a better and more carefully constructed version was already made, they could have just copy-pasted it but whatever)--but I’m interested in this stuff so I gotta overthink.

#the year 2017 #2017: reading #2017: fandom thoughts

[youremyonlyhope]

You Win or You Die

Those are some high stakes.

I wonder if all of you Lannisters are idiotic, horrible people. “Attacking him was stupid.” Apparently their father is not. He’s almost making sense. Good to know. What went wrong with the rest of them (besides arguably Tyrion; he didn’t try to kill Bran, but he’s being annoying instead of properly trying to defend himself)?  “Lannisters don’t act like fools.” I laughed out loud. Tell that to all of your children and your inbred grandchildren. Never mind. I take back what I said about their father. He’s a horrible person too. Ok. I wanna know if they actually had him skin a deer or if this is just a really really really good fake. Are there always shots of Cersei looking down at the camera? Also I just realized no one said “winter is coming” last episode. “Came into this world together. We belong together.” GIRL WHY ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO DEFEND THIS? AM I SUPER DISGUSTED BY THIS BECAUSE I HAVE A TWIN BROTHER OR IS EVERYONE ELSE EQUALLY DISGUSTED? Girl you should still take his advice and run with your children because Ned will tell Robert and he will come and get you eventually. Ok that was basically a porn scene. Was it completely necessary? I mean, we’ve had like 4 people at this point say that the White Walkers are back, and you people still don’t believe it. And I know from my brother’s spoilers that by season 7 you people still don’t believe it then. We haven’t seen Jon and Sam in a while. I missed them. I might have been spoiled today that Benjen might still be alive in season 7, maybe, as long as I didn’t misunderstand the spoiler, so I’m gonna hold out some hope that he’s not dead right now. IS ROBERT DEAD? I DON’T LIKE HIM BUT I DON’T WANT HIM DEAD. “I should have spent more time with you” mmmm. “Taught you how to be a man.” Ha. “I was never meant to be a father.” You’re not a father. Well, you are a father. You’re not his father. “Until my son Joffrey comes of age” *writes “Until my rightful heir”* OH YES. YES. NED STARK THINKING AHEAD. IS THIS WHERE JON SNOW NOT BEING A STARK AND HAVING A RIGHT TO SOME THRONE EVENTUALLY COMES INTO PLAY? OR IS GENDRY GONNA GET TO BE KING? KING GENDRY! I VOTE KING GENDRY! Ok his deathbed scene was actually very sad. Funny how a Lannister ended up accidentally killing Robert by continuing to give him wine. OK. VARYS HAS POINTED OUT THAT MAYBE IT’S NOT SO FUNNY THAT IT WAS A LANNISTER AND I AGREE MAYBE IT’S NOT SO FUNNY. Well I’m glad Jorah caught on to the fact that it might be poison. Why is Jon the only one in grey? STUPID CANNIBAL GUY TAKING AWAY WHAT JON WANTED AND MAKING IT SO HE CAN’T FIND HIS UNCLE. No need to angrily push Sam, Jon. Yes Sammy! Find the bright side! “I always wanted to be a ranger.” “I always wanted to be a wizard” Same. I mean, I agree that Renly would be  much better king. “We only make peace with our enemies” THAT... is a very good point. Ok, I’d been meaning to ask about the weird tree in the opening sequence for a while, so this answers my question. Them all being smiley and happy and congratulatory is adorable. And it’s too good to be true, isn’t it? This moment’s gonna be ruined. Mm-hmm. Ghost has a arm in his mouth. Why you gotta ruin the moment? Ironic that by attempting to kill Daenarys in order to prevent something from happening, King Robert has guaranteed that it will happen. Is Cersei about to forge Robert’s signature on some paper that puts Joffrey on the throne? Or did she make him write up a new will just before he died because she read the other one and saw that it said “Rightful heir”? Ok. So what’s funny is that as Ned is walking up the throne and they’re reading out all of Joffrey’s titles, I’m thinking to myself “Why are we at this point?” And then I realized that that’s the question I ask whenever Agent Orange does anything. So I accidentally compared Joffrey to Agent Orange. And it’s not that bad of a comparison. Seriously? She’s just gonna ignore Robert’s words? I am so angry I can’t put it into coherent words because there are so many things to be angry about. BAELISH.

BAELISH WHAT THE HELL.

WHAT IS HAPPENING.

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.

NONE OF THIS SHOULD BE HAPPENING.

HELP.

#hope watches game of thrones #ignore me if you want

[anautisticdragon-blog]

Humanity's Love Affair with the Sociopath

Sigh. This one's been a long time coming, I've been putting it off because it's such a big topic, but I need to talk about it eventually because it's at the core of everything I've ever talked about. It's my problem with the Zeitgeist, and with contemporary society today. It's my beef, it grins my gears, and it's something you've never asked yourself.

Why do you love sociopaths?

The media is partly to blame, it always is. We've seen an evolution of character types across the decades, from the friendly person with the heart of gold from the idealistic '80s doing all it can to avoid the inherent, inborn corruption of humanity, to the more earnest depiction of an abrasive, incredibly cynical person with a heart of gold from the '90s. From Ninja Turtles to John Constantine, they all had something in common.

They had a heart. They all had compassion, empathy, and no matter how cynical some of those '90s characters could get, underneath it all there was still a basic belief in humanity. A compassion that drove them to always do the right thing despite their bitterness at an uncaring world, an untainted moral compass that never swerved away from wanting what was best. For everyone, with no one left out. An end to the suffering people unjustly endured at the hands of those without a soul.

At some point, we started cheering on the villain. The abyssal creature without a soul, the demonic presence that had no heart to speak of, never you mind one of stone. It became so 'kewl' to be the con man, robbing old ladies for all their worth, spitting on the heroic figures who'd heretofore showed children the consequences of such actions.

It all comes down to the rise of extraversion and how it's tainted to its very core. It might sound like a horrible way to think, but there's just too much evidence to support it and there's going to be a lot of that in this post. I've learned that it isn't 'Humanity are Bastards,' as the trope goes, but rather 'Extraverts are Bloody Psychopaths,' just within varying degrees.

Why do you think the Nigerian scam mails worked? Affiliative extraverts thought themselves clever, they'd 'play' the poor prince, get him to open up and trust them so that they could get that big, juicy slice of money. And then? They'd not give it back! 10 per cent! Why have such a meagre pittance when you could take this 'innocent prince' for all he's worth? What a lark, take that silly sod to the cleaners for trusting you!

Didn't work out that way, eh extraverts?

As good as extraverts think they are at 'playing the game,' sociopaths are a billion times better. And affiliative extraverts seem almost wired to fall for it. It might be a survival instinct to obey the strongest, and thus be seeen as such by proxy, so sociopathic behaviour is desirable because it exudes airs of 'strength.' Even when that 'strength' gets your bank account cleaned out because you thought you were being bloody clever.

Instead of falling arse over tit for a stupid, stupid con.

It's why we have cults of personality... right? Just the affiliatives trying to emulate the 'strong,' trying to be 'strong' by proxy. All looking to the 'strong' for guidance, for will, to do what they bloody can't. Trying to behave like them in order to gain favour. Whether it's Steve Jobs, Donald Trump, or any charismatic sack of ichorous waste, whatever the Wastrel of the Day is, if they're manipulative enough, the affiliatives will follow.

It happens on all kinds of scales. All kinds. You'd have to be the world's shiniest example of a Joe bloody Soap to not see it, and people don't. These cults of personality pop up everywhere. And I have to pick out an obscure favourite of mine so that people won't be too invested in it, if you're seeing this from an outside perspective, you might actually catch on. So, what manner of dirtbag is going to serve as my example?

I'm going to use one that was never of criminal intent, though a generally scummy person nonetheless. Chris Avellone. In video game circles you might have heard of him, most do I'd think, and they worship him without even really knowing why. Why? Well, he's a sociopath, isn't he? Anyone with the brass clackers enough to lead a cult of personality always is.

Nature of the beast.

What'd he do? Let's see. He wrote a Fallout Bible and claimed to have absolute creative veto over the IP, for one thing. If a designer or writer had anything contradictory to say on the matter? He'd passive-aggressively mock them in his 'Bible.' That he called it a bible is more than a bit telling, don't you think? That's not indicative of off the charts narcissistic arrogance at all. Oh no, not even a little bit. No, no...

So let's look at the characters he's proud of including in video games, shall we? Kreia, from Knights of the Old Republic: A soapbox for Avellone's seedy, unbalanced views and a sociopath. Ulyssess, from New Vegas: See Kreia. Weeping Mother, from Pillars of Eternity: See Kreia. Sensing a pattern, yet? Ulysses wanted to nuke everyone back into a fresh apocalyptic state, it's what humanity deserved, he just wanted to watch them burn.

Avellone has often said that that's what he'd wish for the Fallout franchise. That's not worrying at all, right? Okay, how about how in a recent interview, with all of the cocksure arrogance of a sociopath, he told an interviewer that he prefers 'smart evil?' He'd prefer to 'talk two people into killing one another' rather than actually save anyone. Or Tyranny, which was Avellone's brainchild? That was a world of villainy and evil, lead by sociopaths... Cor, have to wonder if you're sensing a pattern yet. I am.

Oh, and he took an ending out of a game that allowed a group of sapient creatures a future, and a chance at happiness. Why? They weren't human, he believed that their purpose in the story was to die and suffer. Oh yes, did I mention that Avellone is a bit of a crackpot?

And yet people love him.

So, let's move onto a fictional example. Rocket Raccoon was originally an abrasive character with a heart of gold, much like John Constantine. I adored him. That's when he was written by Dan Abnett and Andy Lanning. Did you know that Rocket had a different origin than the dreary rot the films put him through? He was originally a fluffy artificial life form created to help the mentally disabled and disturbed. In DnA's run on Guardians of the Galaxy, Rocket was a really nice fellah, reliable, and a genius. Definitely a bit rough around the edges, to be sure, but a stand up bloke nonetheless.

So, Rocket Raccoon is handed over to Bendis. Brian Michael Bendis...

Brian "Misogyny'n snuff porn is my bag, yo!" Bendis. Brian "I think it's super funny when Elektra gets kicked hard in the vagina by a guy, especially when the onomatopoeia is FOOM!" Bendis. Brian "If a woman didn't get shot in the head in this issue, I didn't write it!" Bendis. Brian "I hate Grant Morrison and Alan Moore just because they're British and that scares me!" Bendis. Brian "It's so funny whenever Tigra gets humiliated, stripped down, forced to do naughty things on camera, and then gets brutally raped by white villains. 'Cause I hate her and that makes it funny! Hehe!" Bendis. Brian "When I write Doctor Doom, he gets to call a woman a 'fat cow whore' and it's totally in character!" Michael God Damn Fucking Bendis.

So, yes, Bendis is also a sociopath. We won't talk about that, here, though. I think I've already covered my grievances above well enough. Suffice it to say though that this man has a history of being shitty to women in comics. And you can probably guess what happens to Rocket, right? Rocket is now a misogynistic sociopath. Hooray. He's a massive arsehole. And not the kind that has a heart of gold, of course. Oh no, not even slightly. He's just a humongous pile of shit.

Cheers, Bendis. You desperate, oversexed and sexually frustrated tosspot. I don't want to be around for the next character you drag over hot coals. That, loves, is why I no longer 'Make Mine Marvel.' More like, 'Take Thine Garble... and shove it where the sun don't shine!' I'm sorry, I have to be facetious, I can't make it through this any other way.

The world is just obsessed with sociopathy.

Take a running kick at a cat's skull to post up on Youtube? Haha, it's funny! Grab a dolphin out of its water, toss it around and abuse it on camera for the purpose of selfies? It's fiiine! When did we start excusing this kind of shit? When did we begin to turn a blind eye? When did it become okay for some charismatic, inbred pigfucker to ruin Britain for everyo--Okay, now I'm getting too specific, aren't I?

That's the truth of it, though. All it takes is charisma and a Machiavellian mind and you can get away with anything! You can be the world's biggest dickhole and people will just cheer you on, no matter what you do! It doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process, does it? And that's where this pus-filled bubo on the face of humanity I 'affectionately' call the Alt-Blight rose from. This is the kind of hell we're living in where somone can have people genuinely think they're hot shit and the greatest new thing since sliced bloody bread for driving a car into a crowd of peaceful protestors!

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING TO THE WORLD???

I come back to Rocket Raccoon in my head. A fluffy critter made to help out the mentally infirm and troubled, reinvented in this cool, hip new age of rabid sociopathy to be a psychopathic, crazy cyborg killer. Why?

Why any of this?

Extraverts.

It's the conclusion I keep coming to and the one I can never get away from. It's what I pointed out when I linked that video from Mike Rowlands just a li'l bit back where he was pointing out how an Alt-Blight arsehat was being a filthy, pathological liar. In one shot, putting on a sob story about how his ilk are just 'peaceful,' not at all violent like the left, and so unfairly 'persecuted for having wrong opinions,' boo-hoo; In another shot, shown counting and bragging about his many, many, many guns.

Extraverts are enablers. They're a hoard, a hive, a buzzing little collective of workers that empower sociopaths by being taken in by them, granting these nutcases power beyond reckoning through their sheer numbers. This is how Trump happened, becasue affiliative extraverts are so easily brainwashed, conditioned, and tricked. All you have to do is convince them they're being clever, that they're in the 'in crowd,' that their chosen social tribe is the most hip, happenin', 'kewl' one out there? And they will, each and every one, collectively swear a holy blood oath to a known murderer.

And thanks to that, we're in a position where it's 'cool' to be a sociopath, psychopath, or other kind of crazy. it's 'seductive,' it's 'hot,' it's 'alluring,' it's 'pull your heads out of your fucking arses.' This isn't Twilight. It's 'strong,' it's 'powerful,' it's 'money,' it's 'stop being so damn deluded while the world dies around you.' With readily denied real issues rotting the world we live on, like global warming and overpopulation, this earth's not going to be around much longer. So why?

Why?

Do you just not care about your children? At all? Or your grand kids?

You bunch of bloody soggy-brained lunatics. That's all I can really say on the matter, isn't it? Singing and dancing while the world burns around you. You bloody lunatics.

I'm just going to talk a liittle about something personal that means a bit to me before I wrap this up. It's even managed to invade the furry community, to worrying degrees. When the Internet was younger, when there were few extraverts (because the Internet was wickedly complicated and they'd not the salted noodles enough to figure it out), the furry fandom was such a genuinely lovely place. It was. You should've seen Furcadia at its height, it was lovely. There were these little communities hosted on servers called MUCKS where fantastically brilliant, singular people got together to dream and imagine things only the brightest furry minds would.

It's why there were a lot of furries involved in video game development in the '90s and early '00s, you know? True story. Look into it. Dr. Cat is but one example. Anyway, it was good. And now? The Alt-Blight have invaded these MUCKs, chased all of the light and wonder away, so these are now tainted, festering hellholes of hatred. It's bizarre to walk through them again and, crestfallen, see how that cancer has made them sick with bile.

Even furries now have to deal with the Alt-Blight. I'm sure a lot of furries might think it's cool. That's the friggernaffin' Zeitgeist, isn't it? Sociopathy is so cool, hot, powerful, and sexy, and a giant taintfest of hatred, let's please never forget that part. It's a very important part, I think.

So it's everywhere. I feel like it's overtaking everything that ever meant something to me. So this is a fight. It has to be. In its own way, this is a war. This is the most abstract war anyone's ever fought. It's a war fought by abstracts against abstracts. It's a war fought against hatred, by compassion; It's a war fought against intolerance, by acceptance; It's a war fought against arrogance, by knowledge; It's a war fought against propaganda, by independent thought; It's a war fought against collectivism, by creativity; It's a war fought against the worst of us, by the best of us.

So, you know. I might be an abrasive buttface, and that's fine, because my heart's always in the right place. I'm not a misogynist, I don't abuse animals, I'm hardly about to run a car into a crowd of people... I think this defines the very opposite of who I am. I've chosen my side. I think that's something we all have to do, now, because it's necessary. Because this is happening and we're not going to be able to hide our heads in the sand any longer.

I get to choose to be 'a poncy, SJW, politically correct sissboy' or... well, a monster. An actual monster. Which is what they are. It might be evangelical, but it's how we have to look at the world, now. So I'm proud to be an SJW, I've said it in the past. I couldn't be more proud, I couldn't be happier! I derive great personal worth from this, because I'm not a monster.

Monsters of yore might have had scales or fur, they might've been fifty stories tall or come in flying saucers. The monster of today has white skin, they're not that tall, either, and they certainly didn't arrive in flying saucers. No, these monsters are home-grown. They're our monsters. And we have to recognise them as such.

If you see a Nazi, say Nazi. That's what every sociopath, psychopath, and associated nutjob out there is going to be. The Alt-Blight, what have you? Nazi. Even ex-neo Nazis will tell you that the Alt-Blight are Nazis.

So can we stop glorifying and empowering monsters now, please?

This is a dark time in history, one of those things where the younger generations will look back and shake their heads in such terrible shame. So let's come out swinging and put this Nazi blight to rest. Once and for all.

Citations

Abused Cat Abused Dolphin Avellone Prefers Sociopathy Example of Bendis's Sociopathy Alt-Blight Furry Troubles Alt-Blight MUCK Taint Alt-Blight Brainwashing

#alt-right #sociopathy #hatred #sjw #what's wrong with the world

[youremyonlyhope]

The Dragon and the Wolf

Ok we’re getting more incest I guess. At least at this point it’s accidental.

WOAH. WAIT. WHY IS THIS AN HOUR AND THIRTY MINUTES LONG.

I didn’t catch Joe Dempsie’s name in the credits... no Gendry... is this episode even worth watching?... I’m kidding. “There’s more work in the city. And the brothels are far superior.” HEY TYRION. Hey. Don’t forget that Ros, my love, came from a brothel up North! And she was one of the most requested prostitutes in King’s Landing! You yourself picked her out for Joffrey (which was a mistake). Don’t insult my girl’s homeland like that. Oh how I miss Ros. I haven’t thought of her in a while and it upsets me. She was the best. AWWW PODRICK AND TYRION REUNITED. Hound... when Brienne said “The only one who needs protecting is the one who gets in her way” was that a small little proud smile I saw on you...? That’s adorable. Is Dany gonna make a grand entrance or something? Everyone has someone from the other side to stare down angrily. It’s a family reunion again! Hound. HOUND. HOUND DON’T CONFRONT YOUR BROTHER COME ON. Dany knows how to make an entrance. Cersei, stop acting like you’re not impressed/terrified. Hey Cersei. As the great Julie Andrews said, “A queen is never late, everyone else is simply early.” So respect your Queen Dany. “Do you remember when we discussed dwarf jokes?” “His wasn’t even good.” YES THEON. “Sit down or leave” OH WOW CERSEI COMING THROUGH AS A VOICE OF REASON? FOR LIKE THE FIRST TIME EVER?!?! OR AT LEAST THE FIRST TIME SINCE NED STARK’S DEATH WHEN SHE KINDA SORTA TRIED TO STOP JOFFREY!?!? Amazing. Euron. That’s how you know you’re wrong. When CERSEI acts as a voice of reason. “They’re about to become a million more soldiers for the Army of the Dead.” “I’d imagine for most of them it’d be an improvement.” Cersei. You were so close. So close. So close to being a reasonable person. You showed a small glimmer of like... decency. And now you’re back to being horrible. YEAH. YEAH. OK. YES. UM. SETTING A WHITE WALKER ON CERSEI AND STOPPING IT ONLY A FOOT AWAY IS ONE WAY OF PROVING THEY EXIST. WOW. Qyburn. I genuinely love your mind and how you keep wanting to learn more and more. BUT RIGHT NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO EXAMINE THE WIGHT OK? “I’m taking the Iron Fleet back to the Iron Islands.” WOW NOW EURON’S THE COWARD??!?!?!?! Cersei. Being reasonable about the true enemy. Thank you.

Safe to say that was the most convincing presentation ever made ever.

“I know Ned Stark’s son will be true to his word.” Ok but Cersei what if he’s not Ned’s son? Spoke too soon. Cersei is not reasonable IN THE SLIGHTEST. Did not write anything for the entirety of the Cersie and Tyrion scene. I love how Jon and Dany are discussing children as if their kids wouldn’t be inbred. Ok. Cersei has reason again. Finally. BAELISH. SHUT UP. LEAVE MY SANSA ALONE. I’m glad Theon and Jon got to have that talk. Yes Theon! Go save your sister! I am so sleepy. I had to rewind the fight scene of Theon and the guy a couple times because I kept like... fading away right when Theon starts to win and I’d come back to life like huh what’s happening. And it’s happening again in Winterfell, all these long shots on individual people’s reactions to seeing Arya be brought in is making me sleepy. Stop smirking, Baelish. “You stand accused of murder. You stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges... Lord Baelish?” I just AUDIBLY gasped! I’d actually been spoiled for this but forgot about it! Being spoiled for this moment was what made me realize in season 1 that oh god, Baelish is gonna still be around in Season 7 and I gotta just deal with him that whole time. We’re here now! I knew my Stark girls would never fight. “None of you knows the truth.” “You held a knife to his throat.” ALL KNOWING CREEPY BRAN TO THE RESCUE! WOW Baelish looks truly pathetic while crying. FINALLY. FI. NAL. LY. I’m glad Arya had the honors.

Also I’m so mad I was spoiled for Baelish’s death by Sophie Turner herself THIS WEEK. People were making fun of Nick Jonas’ Met Gala look, saying he looked like Baelish (he did) and she made a joke along the lines of “I thought you died last season.” Literally, I was 4 days away from watching this episode. 4 days. Ugh. It would have been so much more satisfying if I hadn’t known it was coming. But also, I did kind of forget I’d been spoiled by the Met Gala right up until Sansa said “Lord Baelish?” I really spent the whole of Season 7 forgetting that Baelish would die at some point, and hearing Sansa say that made me realize this was the last episode of the season so he was probably gonna die.

Also, what a coincidence that I mentioned Ros at the beginning of this episode for the first time in so long. I had been saying from the beginning that I hoped Ros gets to be the one to kill Baelish. He got to her first, but I wish she had done it. But Arya doing it is fine too. I’m glad it was a woman at least. That’s still pretty satisfying.

Cersei’s back to being unreasonable again. Girl. Just pick something and stick with it. Please. Ok. Euron leaving to get the army in Essos. I’ll give Cersei that much. I did think it was weird that Euron gave up so quickly. Ugh... Jaime has sense though, he’s running off. Snowing in King’s Landing. Wow. When Gendry said he hadn’t seen snow before, I remember thinking “What? Not even in Winter? - oh Winter hasn’t come yet.” Well now it’s here in King’s Landing too. I feel like they probably mentioned it in like Season 1, but when was the last winter? Snow on Cersei’s map symbolizing winter being here for all of Westeros, I see you. SAM!!! AND GILLY!! AND LITTLE SAM!! So Bran is the one who reveals Jon’s parentage? I was so hoping Gilly would stumble across it while reading, she nearly did. Oh well. HIS LAST NAME ISN’T SNOW IT’S SAND. That’s a bigger reveal to me than the parentage. I predicted Lyanna would be his mother, but only because I already knew about Rhaegar. Because of spoilers. Yay. Oh so Gilly did help kind of figure it out because of the annulment. Rhaegar looked so much like Viserys (or whatever Harry Lloyd’s name was) that it freaked me out and I had a physical fight or flight reaction. Robert’s Rebellion being based on a lie is a shock though. So Ned had to take Jon to protect him not just from the world and everyone hunting Targaryens, but from his own best friend too?? JON’S NAME IS AEGON?!!?!?!!? I JUST GASPED OUT LOUD. I still don’t ship Dany and Jon though. I love the shot of the two Stark girls together. Happy. Alive. OH GOD THEY’RE HERE. THE ARMY’S AT THE TREES. THE WAR’S STARTING. AHHHHHHHH GIANT WIGHTS TOO. Why are they stopping? Dramatic effect? (Dragon screeching) OH NO THAT’S WHY. OH IT HAS BLUE FIRE. NOOOOOOOOOOO. NOOOOOOO. I JUST GASPED AND WHISPERED NOOOOOOOO OUT LOUD. THE NIGHT KING’S RIDING THE DRAGON. HELL NO. IT CAN MELT THE WALL. WOW. WE’RE SO DOOMED. WOW. Everything sucks.

For some reason I thought the season ended with a shot of the 3 Stark kids together. So that whole scene I was like... waiting to cut back to Winterfell and have a scene of Bran telling everyone and Arya being like “We’ll be ready.” or whatever. But nope. Super bleak depressing ending.

I can’t imagine having to wait 2 more years after that.

Proofreading this post made me realize how much happened. Honestly, the presentation of the wight feels like it was last episode, not this one.

#hope watches game of thrones #ignore me if you want