Xena vs. Kira Nerys
Remember: don't vote on "who would win in a fight", but on "who, when given a task that fits her skillset and talents, would do that task better: more comprehensively, faster, with more pizzazz, with less collateral, etc."
Endorsements! "What is she good at?"
Xena, Xena Warrior Princess: She has many skills. Fighting, healing (she invented cpr and field medicine and triage, etc), tracking, she has various spiritual powers, she can beat up literal gods, she gave birth to the messiah (which isn't precisely something she was competent at but it's worth mentioning), she's the queen of strategy and also she can embroider.
Kira Nerys, Star Trek: Fierce advocator for Bajoran rights - including the rights of Bajoran freedom fighters (and not just because she was one). She works so hard to do what's best for Bajor, and spares not a single thought for what's best for her. Even Dax struggles to get her to loosen up! She will go toe to toe with anyone: the Emissary of her faith, the head of her church, any politician or diplomat you care to name - she would fight the embodiment of Injustice if she could (and would probably win).
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I think there's something to be said for fanfiction that loves canon in a way that’s rude. Like thank you for this wonderful thematic tragedy made out of this character’s entire arc ending in death, it was emotionally and intellectually moving, but also fuck you fuck you fuck you they live, this time and every time they live, they never died, their flaws are not their undoing, actually they have no flaws, actually they save everyone, actually who cares about a story, any story, where this one dies, actually i cared about that story so much i made a new one, actually i cared so much i unmade the old one, you gave me morals and i left them for the mortal, but they’re mine now and i will never let them die, actually thank you, actually fuck you, strongly worded letter to follow
A kiss for canon and spit in its face all at once, it’s great
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Round 1 H Match 8
Propaganda under the cut
Dear Theodosia
the last moment in the show before everything rapidly goes downhill that we're shown how hamilton and burr have more in common than they realise. it's a demonstration of how, despite all our differences, ultimately the one thing we share as humans is love.
the melody and piano and strings are absolutely incredible. literally the most beautiful song in musical theatre and i will die on this hill
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH
Sixteen Going on Seventeen
Who hasn’t wanted to have a illicit romantic encounter being spun around a glass house in the rain?
Catchy af (even tho he becomes a nazi)
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Kathryn Janeway vs. Buffy Summers
Remember: don't vote on "who would win in a fight", but on "who, when given a task that fits her skillset and talents, would do that task better: more comprehensively, faster, with more pizzazz, with less collateral, etc."
Endorsements! "What is she good at?"
Kathryn Janeway, Star Trek: Finding coffee in the Delta Quadrant, captaining a solitary ship far away from space station and Starfleet Command, intimidating bullies, scaring the embodiment of fear, integrating Maquis and Delta Quadrant natives and a former Borg drone into her crew, crossing the Warp 10 threshold, dealing a fatal blow to the Borg and stealing their tech to make it back to the Alpha Quadrant - with the help of her future self who will stop at NOTHING to save the people she loves. Also, being name-dropped.
Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: #vote buffy#yeah she's a disaster sometimes#but i would say she's the most competent person in the room (including giles) a good 85% of the time#which is very impressive given her circumstances thank you tumblr user @comradesummers
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LMAO I was at kiko with my mum, who wanted to buy a cream for her under eyes, something to manage her wrinkles a little bit, and a woman from the staff was helping us. We were discussing about skincare, and then the woman turned to me and said that even if I was young I should start moisturising so I will age better, and I was like, no yeah, I put hydrating cream before putting foundation on and that's it, I'm not too big on skincare.
And she was like "How old are you, 16? 17?"
"Uhm no, I turn 21 in a couple of weeks"
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"No yeah, keep doing what you're doing"
EXCUSE ME?
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the it couple | luke castellan
request: I’m not really sure what qualifies as a request but could you write a Luke x reader where they are like the camp it couple? 🫶🫶
summary: common knowledge is how irrevocably in love luke castellan is with you.
"you know i adore you, i'm crazier for you than i was at sixteen lost in a film scene" - t.s.
w.c. : 702
warning(s) : none
pairing : luke castellan x reader
the campers of camp half blood don't quite remember how or when it had happened. It just always was: you and Luke Castellan, that is. where you went, he followed. the shadow to your guide and you the balm to his sorrow. annabeth used to whisper to the younger children–the ones who had been taken to camp far too young and therefore had little knowledge of love–that you and Luke Castellan were soulmates: seamlessly bound to one another.
you yourself had never believed in fate despite the fact that you had met them–old bitter hags. you preferred to believe that life was not set in stone, unbreaking and withered to a timeline. it perhaps led to your brash attitude and ‘ride or die’ mentality but your mannerisms only made luke castellan fall in love with you all the more. some things were just beyond the gods' control. you and luke were one of those things.
you had first arrived at camp a decade ago, where you were then claimed by hades. of course news of you spread like wildfire: you were gorgeous, your talent with your bo staff was unmatched, and your father was one of the three–strong power ran through your blood and you showed it everyday during training. but that wasn’t exactly what caught the attention of everyone, rather the fact that the popular gaze of a certain brown-eyed boy always strayed to you. when you laughed, he smiled. where you went, he strayed. you were magnet and he was never far away.
you both tipped toed around one another, constantly drifting toward the other. playful banter slipped between you two and those around you wondered when you would finally just get together. the first time you guys finally breached the delicate line between more than ‘obviously pining friends’ was after an exciting rivalry game.
despite the strategic planning of annabeth–who clearly eyed the tension between the two of you–and the excellent swordsmanship, house ares had won the game because of you. You had been the one to distract luke castellan after clarisse had forced you to use your charms. it was fun to see the cute blush adorn his cheeks when you approached the head of the Hermes House.
“so, does this mean you agree to go out with me?” he breathed out, hands twirling his sword as he was once again bested by you in capturing the flag.
you laughed out, “i was just waiting for you to ask, castellan.”
no sooner after you had begun dating did the infamy of you two reach an all high around camp. how could it not?
you two were the all anyone could talk about–the best of the best.
luke castellan was already the best swordsman at camp; a prodigy in the making. his brown curls and dimples only made him more popular among the girls and young teens. he was one of the highest placed leaders around camp; one of the few that clarisse actually respected and the one that annabeth regarded most.
you were a gem in the rough: bold and brash at times, but calculating and quick-witted. you were the one to turn to when those around camp felt alone, always ready to take care of others and offer words of wisdom. you were a living definition of rules being broken and your power only highlighted the height of your placement around camp.
when you two walked by, the eyes of the others strayed. newcomers learned of your names before they learned what exactly camp half blood was.
when you threw your head back and laughed, people watched as Luke curled his lips in pride at being the one behind your laughter. when he sat round the fire and sang songs with the campers, you sat right beside him; head laying on his shoulder and hoping the moment would never end. he willingly allowed himself to lose camp games if only by your hand, time and time again.
yes, you were the it couple of camp half blood but none of that mattered, when he was the one for you.
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