#If these two don't get married next season I will do something violent

[redversaillesrose]

Fucking guy (confession of love)

#If these two don't get married next season I will do something violent #what we do in the shadows #wwits #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #not a fan of that ship name either

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 17th of August 2021

This is speculation only

Cards drawn 16th of August 2021

Question: When will Meghan and Harry divorce?

Before I picked up the cards, I got a sense of distance, like a road stretching before me, so I know the divorce is going to be some time off in the future and not tomorrow. Meghan and Harry have more road to travel together before they get to the point of divorce. At the same time, I know it will happen, because the road is a straight one and it is heading to the divorce, so there are no side lane or twists that might stop them from arriving at that destination. I also have an impression of swiftness, as if I am in a car and moving swiftly down the road, so I know they are heading towards divorce quickly and not slowly. However, I don’t know how much road they have to travel before they reach divorce, so 'swiftly’ could mean one year as opposed to the three or four years 'slowly’ would take.

Interpretation: Not soon.

I have put the rest under a cut because of the length.

Card One: The Ace of Pentacles. This is a card of new beginnings, especially in the areas of finance, status, and stability. The new beginning tells me that the divorce will happen; it will put both Harry and Meghan in a new financial position, a new position with respect to the stability of their home, their marriage, any contracts they have together etc, and it will give them both a new status (Harry goes from married to single, Meghan loses her HRH and has a change in her title, and so on).

Pentacles as a timing card means years, and Ace is the number one, so another year before the divorce. Pentacles are an earth suit, and the first earth sign in the zodiac year is Taurus, which runs from around 21st April to 21st May, so the divorce negotiations might start in May next year. Pentacles is the suit of money and material things, so these will be areas of concern in the divorce. If you look at the card the god holding the pentacle is Poseidon, the god of the seas, and seas=water=emotions, so I expect that emotions will be prominent in this divorce as well - it won't be just a calm business arrangement, as nice as that would be.

Card Two: The Chariot. This is the first major arcana card in the spread, and it sits on top of the other major arcana card, the Moon, forming a solid band of major energy down the middle of the reading. The Chariot is the card of Cancer, and the Moon is the planet that rules Cancer, so that gives me a timing of Cancer season next year for the divorce (around June 22nd to July 22nd).

Cancer is the sun sign of Prince William, and I do feel his energy in this card, so Prince William will most likely be involved in the divorce in some way, probably with the business and money negotiations side of it (the other cards in the reading, either side of the Chariot, are Pentacles, and one of the meanings of the Pentacles suit is money/business).

The Chariot as a card is about driving straight to your goal, with no deviations, and going around (or over) any obstacles in your way. It is a card of action, of using your willpower and your strengths to move past obstacles and achieve your goal. It says don't cut corners or take the easy way out, stay true to what you want, hold your boundaries firm, and you will overcome the obstacles and succeed. Prince William and the BRF will have to hold firm in the face of opposition and obstacles to this divorce if they want the end result to be what they wish (and not what Meghan wants). If they can do this, then they will succeed and the divorce will be on their terms, not Meghan's. If they don't, then they will fail, and the divorce will be on Meghan's terms.

The Chariot on the card is a war chariot, driven by Ares, the god of War, so it is likely that the divorce will be a war with lots of battles to be fought before it is finalised. As a card showing travel straight towards a goal, it echoes what I saw before I picked up the cards, and confirms that vision.

Card Three: The Six of Pentacles. Here we see the craftsman Daedalus in front of a throne, with his hands raised as if he is pleading for something. King Minos sits on the throne and holds six golden coins in his hands. This card is coming across as being given money (as King Minos gives the money to Daedalus) and wanting more (Daedalus looks like he is begging the King for the money).

Daedalus here represents Meghan. She will be given money as part of the divorce settlement, but she will want more. King Minos gave Daedalus status by acting as his patron, so status will be involved here as well, with Meghan wanting more than what the BRF are prepared to give her. These demands will delay the settlement of the divorce. If the divorce will take a year from now (August), the suit of Pentacles is the suit of earth, and the next earth sign time period is Virgo, which runs from around 22nd August to 22nd September, so the divorce negotiations could go on until September next year. If we go by numbers, the six of Pentacles is just before two thirds of the ten numbered cards, and so falls in the second earth sign of the zodiac year, which again is Virgo (there are three earth signs in the zodiac year). Alternatively, if we go with Pentacles being years, it could take up to six years for the divorce to be finalised (please do not be this).

Underlying Energy: The Moon. This is the second major arcana card in the reading, and the second major energy of the reading. The Moon is a card of deceit, lies, illusions, half truths, and driving people crazy by how you use these lies. The card shows Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, crossroads, knowledge of herbs, and childbirth, who dwells in the underworld. At her feet stands a three headed dog. The triple faces of Hecate and the three heads of the dog are coming across to me as representing the past, present, and future.

The Moon card represents the Moon in my associations, and as the Moon it is the ruling planet of Cancer and confirms the Cancer timing of the divorce. As the card of illusions, half truth, deceits etc it tells me that the divorce will be based on deceits, half truths and lies. Nothing is going to be straightforward in the information that comes out; everything will have to be examined closely to discern the truth. The three headed dog tells me that we will have to look at what happened in the past, how it is being used in the present, and what are the implications for the future, to be able to pick the truth out of the lies.

As an example of this, the Moon card in this reading is underneath the card of the Chariot, the other major arcana card in the reading. The Chariot card shows Ares, the god of War, a personification of the violence and destruction of war. It is highly likely that Meghan will falsely accuse Harry of violence towards her as part of the divorce. To support this falsehood she will take Harry's past actions (words and deeds) and twist them so he appears violent in the present, and she will do this to secure her future and destroy his.

Hecate is on the card and she is one of the goddesses associated with childbirth. This tells me that some of the lies will involve Meghan's children in some way. The moon rules the sign of Cancer (as seen by the crab on the bottom right of the Moon card), Cancer is a water sign, water represents emotions, and so the deceits and half truths shown by this card will be based on manipulating people's emotions so create a knee jerk reaction in favour of Meghan.

Conclusion: The divorce will occur sometime next year, most likely in late June or July. Negotiations may start as early as May, and may stretch out until September or longer. Money, status and material possessions will be items of contention, will Meghan pushing for more and more of these. While it would be nice if the divorce negotiations were purely business, emotions will be involved, and the whole thing will resemble a war more than anything else. There will be a lot of deceit and half-truths underneath the negotiations, both by people trying to get things to go their way, and in the matter of the marriage itself (e.g. Meghan may say Harry was violent towards her). If the BRF stick to their guns and manoeuvre around or over the obstacles without giving in and violating the boundaries they have laid down, they will be successful. Otherwise, the divorce will be Meghan writing her own terms and getting them.

Note: The timing on this will change if events occur that favour speeding up or delaying the divorce. This is how things stand as at the 16th of August 2021. While the timing will change, the energy around the divorce re negotiations, wanting more money and status, waging war to get what is wanted etc are unlikely to change. They feel more solid in their energy, more fixed in the character of the people involved, while the timing is more nebulous in its energy and it will change as events unfold and impact the parties concerned.

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CI

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Wrong Words

(13x14)

Hi there! I will talk in this meta about miscommunication, but mostly, about how Dean can't use the right words with CAS, which had been always our struggle as fans hahaahhaa.

Let's start this!

Fire and Fear

At the beginning of episode 13x14 'Good Intentions' we have Jack being manipulated by Zachary . The angel uses the fear to try to get some info from Jack's head.

Fear is the same tool Michael will use to try to break Dean, but it won't work just like I'd doesn't work with Jack.

Another interesting dialogue piece that shows us what Chuck appearance will mean in season 14 and 15 is the following...

CASTIEL: I wanted you to see the natural world before… before it was spoiled. Humans have good intentions, but… they never truly appreciated the gift they were given. Left to their own devices, humans… they would destroy everything.

This is fake Castiel in Jack's head and it's the way writers link AU!Michael with Chuck. It's the same thing like say HUMANS DON'T PLAY THEIR ROLES AS THEY SHOULD. DOESN'T FOLLOW THE PLAN. It will be the final plot of season 15. It speaks about how Michael and Chuck see the free will as something dangerous and destructive for their plans.

Two Hearts and the Wrong Words

The hearts of Gog and Magog was the fake ingredient Donnie asked for the spell.

DEAN: Okay, so we’re supposed to find these guys and cut out their hearts? How?

The symbolism of cutting hearts are linked to the incoming Destiel break up that will start in season 14 and then will find its climax in season 15.

When Donatello mentions that it will be dangerous... This is what happens...

CASTIEL: Then I’ll do it.

DEAN: I’ll go with you.

Dean won't let nothing bad happen to his angel. That's a fact that repeats all along in this season. Dean trying to protect Cas from danger. Dean going with him everywhere. Dean trying to get a bullet for his angel, as we will hear from him in Scoobynatural.

Then... The wrong words...

Pay attention to this dialogue here...

DEAN: How are you holdin’ up, Cas?

CASTIEL: I’m fine.

DEAN: No, I just mean with, you know, everything you’ve been through. And… I know you really wanna find Lucifer.

Dean is trying to find out how Cas feels, this is a very nice gesture from him, but also, he is worried about how CAS could feel after being kidnapped, he just wants to talk about that, because it's a heavy weight he carries, the guilt of not seeing Asmodeus was playing him. So he feels he failed him. Plus the fact that Cas had been dead, knowing that had been a blast in Dean's life... But at the same time, Dean tries to avoid that topic which is, the elephant in the room. But CAS will direct his answer to that elephant...

CASTIEL: No, it’s not that. It’s about… well, it is that, but it’s also I… Dean I was—I was dead.

DEAN: Temporarily.

Here is again Dean trying to avoid the topic as if it never happened or if as it was nothing. Is his way to avoid it, to keep going. Because the memory of it is too painful. And because it's still a knife in his heart. It's part of his most horrible fears. To lose Castiel again, unbearable. So, it's better not give it too much attention. 'Temporally' as 'It was nothing, it was just for a few days, we are fine, don't talk about it.'

But Castiel insists...

CASTIEL: And I have to believe I was brought back for a reason.

Gif set credit @subbydean

Cas feels that he came back and nothing had changed. Because they didn't speak about it. Because he doesn't know if Dean missed him. He knows Sam and Dean need him for battle. But, he has to find something else in this. There's something else. And he feels maybe is Dean the one who has to say it. Something. Something that gives him a more deep meaning. But Dean can't speak about it. Dean can't recall the pain. Dean can't express what is in his heart... So he shifts the backpack, avoids eye contact and lies, he just go with his usual avoiding self, and gives the "FAMILY NEEDED YOU" NEED vs WANT again. WE instead of I/Me.

DEAN: You were. Okay, Jack brought you back because we needed you back.

CASTIEL: Right. And how have I repaid him? I promised his mother that I would protect him, but now he’s trapped in that place while Lucifer is here, who’s… I mean, he’s getting stronger and more powerful by the day. And if Michael really is coming, maybe I was brought back to help prepare.

Castiel doesn't find a propose in Dean's words, doesn't find what he's looking for from him. The 'Right' is dated with disappoinment in his eyes, with sadness, looking at the man he loves. The unrequited love strikes again. So he changes to Jack, if Jack needs him, he will be there. Soldier Mode and the mission and the promise to Kelly come to his rescue. Castiel changes to soldier mode again.

DEAN: Prepare for what?

CASTIEL: War. War is what Michael does.

If there's nothing else there for him, then there's his mission. The war. That will be his porpoise. And Dean's words will be what Cas will have in his mind the rest of the season.

DEAN: Well, then we do what we do. Whatever it takes.

After this, we have their fight with Gog and Magog, but first, let's see this dialogue over here, it seems something fun and married couple thing, but it has a very deep meaning, according to what we were talking about so far.

DEAN: Well, Enochian’s kinda tough. Maybe you got a word wrong.

CASTIEL: I don’t get “words wrong.”’

Castiel says this with annoyance. Why? Because he tries to transmit a second message behind his words. How could Cas use his first language wrong? It's impossible. But is not impossible to Dean to use his wrong words even using his first language. Cas knows Dean didn't say what Castiel needed to hear from him. I don't get my words wrong, but you do. I always say what is in my heart, you don't.

We had some fan service when Gog and Magog called Dean and Cas beautiful.

'They are equally pretty.'

Is something all the fandom knows hahahhahaa.

Another foreshadow and Castiel soldier mode

When Michael decides to bring Jack with Mary, Mary recognizes why he did it.

MARY: He’s not gonna hurt you, Jack. He’s gonna hurt me. Why do you think he brought you here? So that we would meet, so that we would talk. And then when he comes back, if you don’t do what he wants, he’s going to kill me.

This is what Michael will try with Dean too. Once Michael will left Dean's body in 14x02, as an attempt to make him believe he was free, with his family. Giving him fake hopes, that's the way Michael will try to really break him. That's why he did this with Jack.

Do you remember when Dean used his wrong words with Castiel and he switched into soldier mode??

SAM: What are you doing?

[CASTIEL walks down the hallway towards where DONATELLO is. SAM and DEAN follow him.]

CASTIEL: What I have to.

He will fried Donnie's brains to get some info, after the boys tell him Donatello doesn't have a soul and after Donnie used a spell that almost drowned Dean. (Dean drowning was another foreshadow for his possesion, is how he described to Sam how felt to be possesed the first time.)

CASTIEL: I’m sorry, but I’m not going to let you or anyone hurt the people I love. Not again.

Castiel's reaction was drastic after Donnie attacked Dean. He didn't do this after knowing Donni had attacked Sam, even if Sam is parto of THE PEOPLE CAS LOVE. But his violent reaction is linked directly to Dean almost drowing.

DEAN: Yeah, but who gets to make that choice? You? What exactly gives you the right?

CASTIEL: Nothing. I took it. And if I hadn’t acted, we would still be sitting around and talking about what to do next. We would be wasting time. And it’s time we don’t have, Dean. I told you, war is coming. War. And I did what soldiers do. Now we needed the spell to open the rift, and I got it.

The words whatever it takes is resonating in Cas' head. He is focused again, as a soldier should be, focused in war, in the mission. Dean allowed that.

To Conclude:

This episode showed us a couple of more foreshadows for Michael!Dean but it also talked about the 'wrong words' and 'misscommunication'.

How the wrong words made Cas to turn into his soldier mode, and that's the mode will last until the end of the season.

Hope you like this meta! See you in the next one!

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Vol. XCIII, XCIV, XCV, XCVI, XCVII, XCVIII, XCIX, C.

Buenos Aires, February 20th 2020, 2:30 PM

[random-blfan]

Alsar 65: I'm Holding my Stomach

"Then, is this design okay?" (It’s a bit more like “Can you do this design?” )

"Oh, leave it to me! I'd like to change some things, so please drop by sometime."

The carpenter who was introduced by Ally-san seems to be a designer too, and when he told us what he wanted, he took notes and asked questions such as "What do you want to do here?" And "How many children's rooms do you want?" In regard to the arrangement of the rooms.

Thanks to that, I had lunch on the way, but today the rough floor plan was decided and we were also able to finish the draft up to the last detail.

"Then please!"

"Thank you"

"We’ll be back in a couple of days." 

The carpenter sent us off and we left the store.

Now Fer-san is holding my left hand and Chris-san and Sig-san walk behind us while talking.

I’ve been thinking, when did it become a rule to always hold hands with at least one person?

They normally hold my hand and I don’t say anything and there’s no opportunity to refuse, well it's not like I hate it so it’s fine but…

"I didn't expect that it would take this long. It's already evening, so let's go home,okay?"

"Yes, but are children’s rooms that necessary ...?"

As I walked home, I looked up and listened to Fer-san, who said with a smiling face.

Children's rooms, 5 rooms ...

Me bearing that many children! ?? Is what I thought, though I was told that wasn’t a problem.

In the first place, it feels strange to talk about children even though we really haven’t talked about it in depth...

"Well, even if you don't give birth to that many,a storeroom would be useful, right? If you give birth to five children, we’ll be able to raise them, so don't worry?"

"Hmm ... that's right ... and the servant's room ..."

I was told it would be a good idea for there to be an extra room, and it was incorporated into the floor plan.

"Ren-chan isn't going to quit being an adventurer, right? Then you have to have a room for the person who will take care of the kids while you're away? It's essential for an adventurer with all your companions, so even if it’s small it’s necessary "

"Well, I understand that but ... I didn’t grow up in that kind of environment, so it feels strange ..."

I’ve been through a lot to become an adventurer, so I want to continue after getting married, I was told that if I couldn’t look after my child then there should be a room for a babysitter. I feel torn.

When I heard that, I thought I should quit being an adventurer for a while, but as a support magician who can support three people, I should be able to reduce the risk of injury and death by doing subjugations together, so I want to continue. So I agreed to make a servant room.

Malik would think! I don't feel like saying that …( I really didn’t get this one not even when my friend explained to me, but Ren is worried about Malik’s opinion on the matter it seems)

"Oh, I will move to that house two days after tomorrow, but I have some furniture, so I wonder if I can leave it as it is? I still don't know if it will fit the new house even if I buy some."

"Ah, but why not just renew the bed in the master bedroom? I think the bed there is too small for us and Ren-kun."

"When you say that, it's certainly impossible for four people. Okay, let’s go to the furniture store tomorrow?"

"It should be as big as possible, right?"

When the three of them talk, it becomes a conversation above me and it is difficult to get into it, so I usually just listen to it.

If there is no particular problem, I won’t try to interrupt them

Besides, they talk to me properly, and even now, Fer-san's is still holding my hand, so I don't feel like I'm out of the group, and it's fun to see the three of them having fun.

"Oh, I can see Malik's house. Today I have to give Ren-kun back to Malik."

"Is Malik already at home?"

"Well ... today his shift should end by evening, so I think it's about time for him to come back."

Yeah, I’m sure.

I have a table with his shifts because the shift changes every month, but I can't confirm it because I keep it at home.

"Let's say hello. He let you stay yesterday ..."

"Really? You think it wasn’t a problem letting cute Ren stay with you?" 

"Fugu !?"

"Wow !? Malik-san!? Sig-san is falling! Please let go!"

I think it happened while Sig-san said that, pointing at the house, from behind, a hand extended to Sig-san's solid neck and wrapped around it as if squeezing.

I didn't notice him, but it seems that Malik-san is strangling Sig-san with all his might.

I ask him to let go immediately! 

"Oh, I can't help it if it’s Ren's request. Fine."

"Goho ... haha ​​... Mari ... ku-san ..."

"Sig-san, are you okay !? Doesn’t your neck hurt? If it hurts should I use 「Heal」? "

Malik-san relaxed his grip and released Sig-san with a look that as if he couldn't help it.

I hurriedly approached Sig-san who was coughing violently while kneeling in place.He shook his head so it seems there’s no pain.

"It's okay. I wouldn't be as careless as to hurt him .... Anyway, you guys come in, also there’s something I need to say to Chris, okay?" 

Malik-san, who is quietly angry and looks unpleasantly sullen, says to the three of them, but why does he want to talk to Chris-san?

But ... before that ...!

"Malik-san? Please apologize to Sig-san? It may have been bad to stay without permission, but it's terrible to go for his vulnerable neck from behind, understand?" 

"Ah…"

It was fine because Sig-san has training, but an ordinary person would have been strangled in the blink of an eye,  why did he strangle him anyway!

When I got angry with that in mind, my pout turned into a troubled expression, and I was scratching my head. ( My friend told me that while the “scratching my head” here can literally just be that it’s also used when someone is embarrassed or suffering) 

"If you don't apologize, I won't make lunch for a while!"

"What!? ... I'm sorry."

"No…" (This no is more like “it’s fine...”) 

This is the only way I can express my anger, so when I declared that, Malik-san made a terribly surprised face and immediately apologized.  I reach my hand out to Sig-san who is crouching to help him stand up. (しゃがみ込む = to squat; to crouch down completely  generally with face looking through knees)

It seems he really said  "I look forward to Ren’s bento everyday" before.

"Hmm ... I'm home for now let’s go in ..."

Malik goes into the house while sighing so those three follow suit.

"Well, sit down"

As we enter the living room, we are asked to sit on the rug, so we do so obediently.

"Malik-san, yesterday I suddenly stayed somewhere else, I’m sorry ... were you angry because of that ...?"

"Ah ... well, Ren is an adult too? So it 's fine. The problem is Chris. If you want to contact me, please contact me directly.Because I wasn’t there at that time I was ridiculed as I had to rely on Hugo to pass the message !? " 

"Eh…?"

He isn’t angry because of the overnight stay?

Eh, Chris-san, didn’t you contact him directly! ??

Thinking so, I look at Chris-san who is sitting next to me looking at Malik-san as if nothing happened. 

"Eh ~? Malik wasn't there, but if you got home, wouldn't you be surprised if Ren wasn't there, I thought you would worry, so I asked them to pass on the message ~? Are you angry? "

It doesn't sound like Chris-san's way of speaking ...

Well, if he  wasn't there at that time, it can’t be helped but ... What does he mean by ridicule?

"... Ku. That's right. You're not in the wrong. The problem is Hugo."

"Right?"

"I don't care about perfection ...?  ...? He didn’t deserve to be strangled ..." 

It seems that Malik-san admitted that Chris wasn't in the wrong,  dropping his shoulders.

And poor Sig-san (愁傷様です=しゅうしょう = shuushou, my friend explained to me that this expression is used to when someone dies or the situation is just to pitiful)

"Hmm ... I can make tea. Malik-san hasn't eaten yet, right? I'll make something, so you three eat too and then please go home."

"Oh, yes"

Apparently that was all, so I decided to make dinner after brewing tea.

There should be various ingredients in the refrigerator, so I wonder if I should look inside and decide on the menu.

"Yes. Today is a simple grated pork rice bowl, miso soup, and salad."

"" "Itadakimasu" ""

Everyone seemed to like what I made and ate quickly.

The grated pork bowl is made by dropping daikon radish on top of boiled and sliced meat then adding seasonings such as soy sauce and lemon juice. It's a solid but refreshing taste, so it's perfect for hot summers. When I was in Japan, I used to make it in the summer.

"As expected, Ren's food is delicious .... Oh, that's right. You guys, do you intend to not take quests for a while? "

"It's really delicious, isn't it? I intend to accept something once I've moved to my temporary residence ..." 

Malik-san, who was eating ravenously, says as he remembered.

The three of them said we’d look for a house and wouldn’t take quests for a week.

I wonder… if there’s something good to accept.

However, since I became B rank, it is one rank up and down.

In other words, it seems that you can only receive quests from A rank to C rank,I can't take the F rank Lulu leaf collection quest anymore. 

"That’s good then, some quests arrived that only you can take, 3 solo quests and one for a party, If you can, why don't you take them? "

"We still have a month before we go to the royal capital .... I'll decide after returning to the guild and checking the contents of the quest. Can Ren do the party quest too?" 

"Ah, yes"

Sig-san  answers, mhh but a party quest...

What is it like?

Are solo quests impossible for me

I’ll have to go to the guild and take a look tomorrow...

The three returned to the guild after getting permission to stay when Malik-san isn’t at night.

TN: Poor Sig...

Ahh It's here ＼(￣▽￣)／ I actually finished translating  yesterday at like 5 AM (Because who needs sleep… ) but I was waiting for my friend to reply to my messages and it’s hard because of the time difference.  

The previous translator liked to put food pictures whenever Ren cooked and as a foodie and someone who loves cooking, I really liked that so I decided to do it too!

I hope you liked it, I really like translating and it is fun also I learn so many new things. 

Take care and if you see typos, grammar errors or whatever feel free to tell me, I want to do my best but English isn’t my first language and I’m still learning japanese. 

#Alsar translation #alsar #Alsar c65

[nyangibun]

I am maybe an ignorant person but ... I don't understand the Jonsa thing so ... I fou have time can you explain this to me .. ? And even if i'm a Jonerys shipper for years i would really like to know the Jonsa chemistery :)

Oh wow… 

The thing is I think shipping is kind of subjective to a degree. It doesn’t matter if it’s canon or not because there’ll always be a group who think it shouldn’t be canon and so on and so forth. I don’t know how to explain Jonsa to someone who doesn’t see it (not that I’m blaming you for not seeing it! Some people just don’t and that’s totally okay!) but I will try my best, Anonny. 

For me personally, it began in Season 6. I had no prior inclination for Jonsa or even an inkling of the possibility of them. Frankly, I was the most casual of Game of Thrones viewers. It took me nearly a year to actually finish watching Season 5 (but that’s mostly because my ex told me about the Sansa x Ramsay storyline and I hated it so much I refused to watch it). For me, GoT was and has always been a political fantasy drama with lots of boobs and blood. Shipping wasn’t on the cards for me at all (aside from my love for Gendrya). But then Season 6 happened and we finally, finally got a Stark reunion. Only this Stark reunion felt weird. 

First of all, Jon and Sansa had so very little interactions (ie. none) prior to this. They were the two most seemingly random Starks to meet. And yet when they hugged, Sansa nuzzled his face. At first, I thought ‘okay, well they lost everyone and this is the first person from their old life they’ve seen’ and even in retrospect I don’t see it as particularly a romantic action on their parts. But it is a weird thing to have the actors do. Even if they were always meant to be platonic, nuzzling is weird for anyone not involved romantically or sexually. I would never ever nuzzle any of my family members or my friends, but then I’m not the best comparison. I don’t like physical affection from anyone I’m not dating so lmao. Still, I was willing to overlook that because it’s Game of Thrones. Maybe they’re just trying to amp up the intensity of the scene. But then you get continued lingering looks from Jon, strange awestruck half-smiles and dim romantic atmosphere. The most bizarre shot for me though was the tent scene. Jon and Sansa had to stop in the middle of their arguing to stare at each other, chests heaving with candlelight in the background. This is Romantic Trope 101. If you had siblings arguing with each other, there’d be more angry yelling, insulting and storming off. You don’t pause to stare at each other as you struggle to catch your breath. 

This all contributed to my questioning over what I was seeing. I didn’t immediately think ‘oh yeah this is my ship’. I just thought ‘okay this is weird, right?’ and continued to think that for the rest of Season 6. Honestly, the idea of them as a ship didn’t really cement itself in my head until the very last episode where Jon kissed her forehead, lingered just a bit too long, stared at her lips, walked away and the immediate next shot is the reveal of R+L=J. It was like light bulbs flashing in my head, like ‘oh shit they’re cousins and cousins totally get together and is accepted as a viable marriage prospect!!’ I mean I suspected Jon wasn’t really Ned’s son, but the confirmation right after a Jonsa scene felt so so important. Not even through shipper goggles. It was what made me realise the strange tension between them wasn’t solely in my head and that this probably had a purpose for setting something up.

That’s the Jonsa thing for me. That’s literally how I began to ship them. I don’t know if this answers your question about their chemistry, but these were the moments that highlighted their chemistry to me personally. 

The reason why I’ve stayed with this ship for as long as I have, I can list you the reasons below: 

To paraphrase from a Tom Cruise film, they complete each other. I know, I know. How utterly cliched of me, but for lack of a better phrase, it’s true. I don’t even mean it in a their souls match and blahblahblah, but I mean that in personalities. Jon is the emotionally-driven, honourable, brave and intelligent military tactician, whose life has been consumed by war and physically fighting for survival. Sansa is the emotionally-guarded, brave, shrewd and pragmatic politician. Her life in contrast has been consumed by the political game and she’s had to mentally fight for survival. Jon knows the North and the dangers beyond; Sansa knows the South and the dangers there. They’re two sides of the same coin and they need each other to survive. Yes, I’d love it if it was romantically, but even taking that away, they still need each other. Together, they make a formidable team. They are Tyrion and Dani but better because there is no power imbalance. They’re equals. Yes, Jon doesn’t quite listen to Sansa sometimes, but him leaving her the North is a testament to his trust and respect for her. This is one of the reasons why I love and adore their interactions so much. You can still see how different they are as individuals but just as clearly, you can see how well they mesh together, and you sit there rooting for them both. 

They offer each other something no one else does. S7 Sansa is the most open and honest and confident I’ve ever seen her and that’s all because she trusts Jon. He might disagree, he might argue, but she feels so safe in his presence that she feels comfortable enough to finally speak her mind and demonstrate how intelligent she really is. And for the first time, she can let herself love and hope again. You see that in the soft and affectionate way she regards Jon in any matter, and that is true even in the scowls and exasperation because those emotions are still born out of her love and thus her concern for him. She wants only the best for him and for their home. Ultimately what it comes down to is Jon makes her happy, safe, hopeful and strong. His faith in her is slowly restoring her own faith in herself. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for Sansa. Even if Jonsa isn’t canon, if Sansa continues to get this, I’ll be okay. But I do feel Jonsa as a romantic pairing would be the perfect way to conclude Sansa’s story. She’s been basically sold into two loveless marriages and believes no one will ever marry her for love even though all she ever wanted was a fairy-tail romance. If her story concludes with the valiant knight (Jon) and her falling in love and marrying, it would be the perfect end, and one that isn’t too fairy-tale considering their angst and conflict over being half-siblings-turned-cousins. 

As for Jon, I personally believe Sansa’s return gave his second life meaning again. He had been so ready and determined to escape to the south and give up entirely. We don’t know whether he would’ve gone through with it and maybe he wouldn’t, but this was the lowest Jon’s ever been. He was so lost, so disillusioned, and insecure and broken, but then came Sansa and suddenly he had purpose again. Maybe it was simply family obligations, but you can’t say she didn’t inspire him to fight for his home. I don’t think Jon would’ve done it without Sansa. She also challenges him in a way no one else has since Ygritte and Jon needs that. He’s not the perfect hero; he doesn’t know everything. He’s been in the North too long to understand the political game the way Sansa does. She offers him insight into a world he had no prior knowledge in. She also offers him camaraderie, a partner with equal stakes in this war, and a friend who he can come to, someone who loves and respects him and believes in him so wholeheartedly. Yes, he has loyal knights and friends, but no one quite understands his insecurity as a Stark and a rule the way Sansa does. Their interaction in 7x01 showed us this relationship/friendship between them (the way Sansa immediately knew Jon was doubting himself and sought to reassure him earnestly even when he was being rather rude to her because the thing is she knew he needed it more than she needed his validation).

Another reason why I love this ship so much is Jon’s ferocity when it comes to Sansa. You could absolutely read this as platonic and I’m sure many do, but you can’t deny there’s definitely something visceral and primal in the way Jon strives to protect her. I’ve seen Jon kill and get aggressive, but I’ve never seen him lose control so violently than when he was beating the crap out of Ramsay. It was probably a combination of seeing Ramsay kill Rickon in front of him, but definitely also for Sansa. Then you have 7x02 where Jon chokes Littlefinger, who had been needling him and provoking him all throughout that scene, but it was the comment about loving Sansa in a sexual/romantic manner that really got him angry. The fact is there was no immediate thought to that action; it was absolutely a reactionary thing and again a primal one at that. Jon doesn’t even say anything for awhile and I think for a few seconds he really was considering killing Littlefinger. But then it’s like he comes to himself. Angry murderous kitten Jon is my favourite kind of Jon lol.

There are also a lot of Ned x Catelyn parallels that makes it hard to ignore, as well as 7x02′s parallel to Jaime x Brienne’s awkward wave goodbye. These are 2 of the most established ships in the fandom. Paralleling Jonsa with them feels intentional and important. 

But honestly, there really are so many reasons why I love this ship and why I believe in them so wholeheartedly. Maybe it is just Kit and Sophie having unbelievable chemistry, but I like to believe otherwise. I hope this sheds some light for you, Anonny. 

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Project Nebula 1

The hallways were empty. Quiet. Or that's how I imagined. I hardly remember. I sat in the teachers' lounge, coffee mug in my hand, and about hundreds of student journalists surrounding me. How did I end up here?

An exhausting Wednesday afternoon, I walked into my Literature class, eyes locked on the tiles below my feet. I felt isolated from my surroundings. Where was I going? Opening the door, another student shoved me out the way. Hands in his pockets, hair perfectly groomed and out of his face. A smirk crossed his face.

"He popped him!" he exclaimed, "He looked like a goddamn rat!"

"Woah, what?" one of his minions gasped. Soon, everyone crowded his desk to hear this true story. But I didn't believe him. Not an over sensationalized situation only he saw. He propped his feet up on the desk, leaning back in his chair while students caressed his gorgeous hair and hovering over his $800 phone.

And there I was, hunched over, hair in my face, pupils getting smaller every time a student asked who is that? What's their last name? I knew it wasn't real. And Helix knew it, too. The bell rung, and I was the first to leave the room. Speeding down the mathematics hallway, I slowed down once I crossed the mens' restroom. Curious, I opened the door. Nothing but the flickering of the cheap lights. Tangled in my head was the question did that actually happen? Fights happen on the regular at my school. Right as I touched the door handle to exit, I heard muffled gargling from the biggest stall, with a sink and toilet. I quietly stalked pass the mirrors and the other stalls. White and black sneakers peaked from under the door. I knocked on the door. Nothing but a moan. I crawled under the door, holding my breath just in case he was actually just tying his shoes or something.

His oily black hair and pale skin sent a shock to my gut. His shirt pulled over his face make my heart burst. Thick, dark blood drenched everything. That killed me.

"No. . . this isn't real. . ." I pried his eyelid open with my fingers, "Can you hear me?"

"Why didn't you stop him?" the boy labored. His eyes closed and skin felt cold. Like an hand stitched ragdoll, he fell over, head colliding with the tiles. Blood stained my hands. Suddenly, my eyes opened. I was awake. Still in the same spot next to the boy. Still a mess. Somehow, the colors and lights around me, I noticed. My own body, I could move. I felt it was mine. These hands are mine, I thought.

Routy football players stormed into the bathroom like a herd of giant buffalo. I washed my hands in the sink already in the stall,and slipped through them like an ant traveling through grass. The question and my brain marry. The question was a perfect description of everything prior: why didn't I stop—anything?

That same night, I laid on my couch, scrolling through articles and excerpts. Anything with the word "murder" in the title. Nothing about a teenager or a high school. I heard a light knock at the door. Blood drained from my face. A knock at my door who isn't a relative or delivery guy? I opened it. It was Xander. Assistant student body president. His eyes pierced my own. He held a poster rolled up and tied with several bands.

"Peirson, the staff—"

"Peirson? I'm Castor!" I corrected him.

"You look nothing like Castor," Xander reubuttled, "Castor doesn't talk."

He invited himself inside and plopped on the couch. He unraveled the poster, which was an advertisement for the election of student body president. Peirson's name was on it. Peirson Ralston. I sat next to Xander, hunched and hands in fists. Legs crossed and licking my lips, constantly. Like a little girl meeting the lead of a boy band.

Wanting to stroke my ego, I asked, "What do you think about Castor?"

"Never saw his face; it was kind of a hazy childhood memory," he joked, "But I liked him okay."

Everything turned quiet. The trees outside were stagnant. All I could hear was my concerning heavy breathing pattern. I took off my jacket and tossed it on the floor. I observed the poster, trying to spark a conversation from that, but I feel as if he didn't come for the poster. Or me. For Peirson. I sunk into the seat. I picked up my phone, pretending to text friends I didn't even have. Xander jumped up and trudged into my kitchen. He opened my fridge and popped open a bottle of black coffee without looking for half a second. Wanted the snacks, he opened the snack cabinet. A cup, he opened my dishwasher. Not once did he mix up my pots and pans cabinet for seasoning. My eyes were fixated on his. Absolutely stoic. He set his glasses on top the microwave and toyed around with my silverware.

"Why do you have so many scars on your arm?" he asked, pouring the rest of the black coffee into the sink of already clean dishes.

"Um, I—"

"Did someone try to hurt you?"

"I'm not sure."

"I hope not; you're the best president we've ever had."

"Okay..."

I couldn't keep my legs from jumping like an epileptic rabbit. Being in the corner of the classroom with ancient, flickering lights made it easier to mess around. My shirt was soaked in nervous sweat. My hair was as oily as the dead boy in the stall. Weird comparison to say in front another person. I wouldn't even want to say that aloud to myself. I wondered if he was still in the stall. My stomach churned so violently, I couldn't even shower with myself, sleep with myself, or brush my own hair.

During a discussion about criminal justice, I got out of my chair and slipped through the desks. Mrs. Muller didn't even bat an eye. Once I tiptoed out the classroom, I darted to the restroom. I smelled a strong, Spring cologne ahead. And the clanking of expensive chains. Helix. I sped around the corner, but I kept my distance.

"Peirson?" he groaned, and prepared his fist to punch me. Blood boiled under his skin and he shuffled around, grinding his teeth as he spoke, "You lookin' for a another boy toy to mess with?"

"Where's Castor?" I implored, stepping closer.

"I-I don't—," Helix took a deep, hesitant breath, "He's in my car..."

Quietly, he reached into his jean pocket to take out an excessively decorated ring of keys. His back faced me. He pulled on his hair with one hand and clutching the other. I knew he was building up his fear until I left so he could spill it all out in private. Cry to himself. Although, I felt he deserved to feel bad about himself. As silently as possible, I tiptoed out the school through the backdoor. I avoided every janitor and staff that could report me to the office or give me a detention. Helix's car was park directly in front of a garage door where external services would deliver and stock supplies. I unlocked all the doors with the small remote. Every creak of a door made me tremble. Even if there wasn't a body in there, I can't excuse myself if I'm under eighteen. But Helix could.

He was right: Castor was in there. Laying on the cold carpet floor. I crawled into the backseat and shut the door. I wish cars came with curtains. I pulled the body onto the seat, his head drooping like a wet leaf. His skin was warm. I guess Helix had his heater on for a while. His hair was washed and trimmed. He sported a red lettermen Letterman jacket and dark, black jeans. The fact he treated him like a human mannequin sent scenes of mutilated corpses from horror films spiraling in my brain.

"I hated looking at myself in the mirror," I disclose (I'm not sure admitting to a dead person is disclosing anything), "But you look better than how I remember. I look better, I mean."

I imagined him saying, "You were always good-looking."

"Thanks."

"Prez!"

I turned to stone. Every nerve bursted into a trembling mess. . . I stuffed half of him under the passenger seat and covered the rest with my jacket. However, I was still blistering like lava ran through my veins. I turned to look out the window. Two roles of the student body, one girl and one male, scowled through the glass. They both wore thin black sweater vest and matching dress shirt and pants.

"Peirson, it's 9:50!" the girl scolded and pushed up her glasses, who I recognized as the treasurer, Harper.

"Oh, yeah, the meeting and the paperwork...?" I stuttered.

"Check the schedule and prepare accordingly next time."

"Wha—"

"This is the uniform the cheer team wanted you to wear."

She reached into her backpack, and pulled out a uniform resembling theirs. I rolled down the window, and she tossed it through. As she walked away, the male student came up to the window. His face was more relaxed the hers. He had the same strawberry blond hair as Harper, and the same glasses. I believed they were twins, but they had very non similar surnames on their nametags. His read Indigo Lynch. He gave me a seductive smile, although I don't believe he wanted to insinuate anything.

"Don't let her walk all over you; I got that covered," Indigo remarked. His voice sounded as he was just turning fourteen, still trying to adjust to his new, mature physicality. His skin was also just as tender.

"Open the door," he placed his hand on the door handle. My brain was slowly polluted with really weird scenarios of what could happen. It's seemed like everyone I met after I discovered the dead body had a strange aura. As if I could literally hear what they were thinking, or at least the gestures they were going to make. I unlocked the door. Kneeling right next to me in the backseat, he rest his hand on my mine.

In a soft whisper, he promised, "You and I are going to get your old body back!"

I kept blinking and counting my fingers just to remind myself that this was reality. He wouldn't stop staring me in the eyes until I gave him a response. He smile slowly faded.

"I— I just want to know how I got in this body," I stuttered, "I just want an answer."

"Don't worry; meet me at Clock Park, tomorrow so we can talk about this in private."

"What's wrong with our houses?"

"I don't want my parents to hear."

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