#this is your eoghan speaking

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

In Eoghan Cleary’s wellbeing class in Temple Carrig School in Greystones, a group of transition year students are writing up the sexual expectations they think society has for their own gender. This is part of the Let’s Get Real Programme on media, popular culture and pornography, devised by the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre.

Earlier, Cleary showed them four television ads for perfume and fast food, to demonstrate how the wider culture is bombarding them with gendered and sexualised imagery from a young age. (He asks them: “What is the ad showing? What is the ad selling? What is the ad teaching men? What is the ad teaching women? How does this ad make me feel?” “Targeted and self-conscious,” says one girl to the latter question.)

It’s early on in the process so the students are still a bit shy, but that changes as the course progresses.

“What is expected of your gender?” he asks one group of teenage boys.

“I think dominance,” says one boy, speaking for the group.

“How do you feel you’re expected to show dominance?”

He looks down at the page. “We’ve written: Aggressive. Strong. Muscular and in control. Taking charge and making decisions.”

When the girls’ group is asked what they think is expected of their gender, a girl reads: “Be innocent and submissive, but know what you’re doing at the same time.” Another girl says, “Be hairless from the head down.” There’s a lot about body image.

Amid the sexual expectations, the words “slapping” and “choking” appear. As does a quote, apparently from controversial social media personality Andrew Tate: “Slap, slap, shut-up bitch.”

“Four years ago, ‘choking’ didn’t come up,” Cleary tells me later, “But now it comes up in every single class.”

All of the suggestions come from the students. Cleary is very careful not to bring in anything that they don’t introduce themselves.

After a while he says: “Are your parents the ones teaching you these things? Are teachers teaching you these things?”

They shake their heads. “Where’s it coming from?”

Several voices say: “Porn.”

Cleary is officially an English teacher. Five years ago in class, some of the boys espoused some misogynistic ideas and the girls began “actively responding to and rejecting those ideas. It was providing great debate in my English class but was also giving an insight into embedded beliefs that some of the guys had that were just totally not based in reality.”

He started a gender studies class as part of the TY wellbeing course. In the context of some of the attitudes he encountered, he asked, like today: “Who’s teaching you this?” There was a long silence. Eventually someone said, “It’s porn, sir.” Cleary sighs. “They gauged my response so closely and when they realised they could talk about it, that’s all we did for the rest of the class.”

At around the same time, he got a disclosure from a student about a sexual assault. He engaged all the support he could for her. At one point he asked her what else she’d like him to do. “And she said, crying, ‘Just teach us about it… this is happening to more people than me... Nobody’s teaching… that it isn’t appropriate.’”

He began to focus more in the class on consent, pornography and media literacy. Subsequently he got in touch with the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre and learned that it was working on the same things. The school now uses its BodyRight programme to teach consent and awareness of sexual violence to third years (within the SPHE hours), and its Let’s Get Real programme to discuss media literacy and pornography with TY students. Parents are supportive, he says. “I send something home at the beginning of every year with a list of the topics that we’re going to cover, so that if parents want to know what their child is discussing in school that week, they can continue the conversation at home.”

He has no strong opinions about porn use for adults. For him, this is about children and teenagers seeing things for which they have no safe context. He feels that most kids have been abandoned to their always-on smartphones and that adults, largely through ignorance, haven’t been giving them the guidance that they need. He has invited me to Temple Carrig to see what they do, and to talk to some students who’ve previously done these courses.

Pornography could easily reinforce a really unrealistic standard

Firstly, I meet a group of teenage boys from fifth year who’ve taken both the Let’s Get Real and BodyRight courses, and are happy to talk about it.

How did they feel about doing this course at the start? They laugh. “At first I was a bit uncomfortable,” says a boy named Neil*.

“I remember you in class,” says Eoghan Cleary. “‘Why do we have to do this?’”

“But hearing other people in the class talk about this stuff made me feel like it’s all right to talk about this stuff,” says Neil.

Did they ever talk about these things with each other?

“We might have joked about it,” says Jordan. “You didn’t delve into it too much.”

“You get slagged about it if you watch [porn], but you get slagged if you don’t watch it as well,” says Cillian. “But I didn’t understand that nearly all my friends had watched porn for pleasure... Before that you thought it was just you.”

When did they first see something inappropriate on the internet?

“I was quite young,” says Neil. “I was seven or eight and it was quite upsetting. I was at a friend’s house and I was shown it. And I remember we got in trouble. It made me think: ‘this is really bad’ and I couldn’t stop thinking of it. It created this fear.”

“The first time I saw it we got given out to too, but I just didn’t understand it,” says Liam. “I was just over at a friend’s house and he showed me this picture. And you saw it and thought that’s weird. I’m not touching that. It seemed so wrong to me. I was about nine.”

Did parents or teachers ever talk to them about this sort of thing before? “‘Sex education’ was a bit more straightforward,” says Neil. “‘This is sex. This is what happens with sex. Porn is bad’… But in Mr Cleary’s class we actually got to look into it. We actually got to go ‘Oh, this is how porn affects your mind.’”

What was different about this? “It was a conversation,” says Jordan. “And it was about the experience of sharing stuff. So it wasn’t just about getting the information taught.”

Did they feel a sense of relief that it was being discussed?

Everyone nods vigorously. “100 per cent,” says Jordan.

“In the class Mr Cleary made it feel like a safe space,” says Cillian. “He set rules at the start of the class and it really made me feel like what was said in the classroom didn’t leave it. When you’re talking about something so seriously, you start enjoying it.”

“We could trust Mr Cleary,” says Neill. “We feel free to talk about stuff around Mr Cleary and not feel like he’s judging us. It was nice to have that.”

Was it important that it was a mixed group with boys and girls?

“Definitely,” says Jordan. “Having an open discussion with both genders really made it feel more shared.”

“Hearing some of the stories that the girls were telling about being catcalled and stuff,” says Neil. “I’d seen catcalling happening and I didn’t think it was a big deal but hearing how they felt was an eye-opener for me. I didn’t understand that girls felt that uncomfortable in those scenarios... And it really opened up my mind to think about it.”

Do they think the messaging that they were getting from social media and pornography could affect how they saw girls and women?

“Definitely,” says Cillian.

“Pornography could easily reinforce a really unrealistic standard,” says Jordan.

“You wouldn’t really consider how it affects your thinking before,” says Liam. “Some things are obviously very blatant, but most of it is sort of subconscious. You don’t think wait a minute, this could affect me. And that could have an impact on a girl watching this as well.”

What about people who worry that courses like this teach you about the existence of pornography?

“It’s pretty hard to avoid,” says Neil.

“You’re always going to come across it,” says Cillian. “Whoever’s got a smartphone is going to watch it… It’s free and it’s literally everywhere, so figuring out the right from wrong is really helpful.”

“Not being taught about it, you aren’t able to guard yourself from it, you’re letting your brain get damaged,” says Liam. “And then you’re just going to grow up to be someone trying to fulfil that dominant, aggressive, unrealistic role. No one wants that.”

“And if it’s not talked about, you feel alone, thinking it’s just me,” says Cillian.

How do they think pornography affected them? “Some of the content [I saw] made me question a lot of stuff about sex itself,” says Liam. “How violent it seemed... It made me not like the idea at all and not want to be in a relationship.”

“It makes you nervous about going into relationships,” says Cillian.

“You’re scared about what people will think if you’ve got something wrong,” says Neil.

“Did that change for you?” asks Eoghan Cleary.

“Definitely,” says Liam. “[Sex can] have meaning when there’s thought and emotion behind it… When you see that content on your phone, it doesn’t tell you this is a loving relationship. It doesn’t seem like an expression of love; it tells you that it’s violence.”

Do you think these courses have had an impact on their relationships or future relationships?

“Before this I was really worried about getting into any sort of relationship, because I knew that there should be boundaries but I wasn’t sure what they were,” says Jordan.

“The sexual boundary thing [on the Bodyright course] that we did with Mr Cleary, that was one of the most helpful things we learned,” says Neil. “I was really scared about all that stuff. I was really worried that when the time came, that I wouldn’t know how to do it, how to get consent and how to be respectful. It was really good to learn there’s a proper way and to hear girls in the classroom say, ‘That’s fine’ was a reassurance.”

“I’ve been able to recognise when I feel uncomfortable,” says Liam. “And I know that I don’t have to do something just because they want to. Recognising that there’s some stuff you don’t have to go along with even though it’s made out that you should. Some stuff just isn’t okay. And you’re able to say that and bring it up.”

“It keeps people safe,” says Cillian. “You can talk to the opposite person much better and it’s safer for everyone.”

We aren’t teaching relationships and sexual education at the level that is relevant to the students, [and] children are filling that gap with the porn industry

Based on a survey which staff of Temple Carrig undertook at the school, more than 50 per cent of the student body regularly used porn. A quarter of the male students accessed it more than once a day. Five years ago, surveys suggested that children were first encountering pornographic images online at about 11 or 12. Newer surveys suggest that that’s dropped to as young as eight. Young people look at porn for pleasure, but also for education. Many of the girls look at porn to learn what they think is expected of them. Whether a student has ever actively sought out porn or not, it will likely have been sent to them on social media, and it will certainly be affecting the expectations of other young people around them. “It impacts on their lives as soon as they start having sexual interactions with people,” says Cleary.

He thinks that many Irish adults are in denial about what this means. Sex and pornography are usually dealt with by a handful of lessons given by teachers or parents spaced out over years. But as soon as children get a smartphone, they can access inappropriate content every single day.

It’s not enough to tell them that what they see in porn “isn’t real”, says Cleary. “They know it’s not real, but they don’t have an alternative. It’s still what they rely on to decide what’s expected of them… What kids are taught about sex in school is how to do it. But from the end of primary school they know how to do it… We aren’t teaching relationships and sexual education at the level that is relevant to the students, [and] children are filling that gap with the porn industry.”

Cleary thinks courses like these should be embedded in the curriculum, and not left to the discretion of individual teachers and principals who then need to fight for space on a competitive timetable. Caitríona Freir from the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre agrees. “Teachers frequently report a desire to do the [BodyRight and Let’s Get Real] trainings. However, they have difficulty getting cover for their classes. If [these classes] were recognised by the Department of Education, substitution cover would be provided for the teachers. Furthermore, if BodyRight and Let’s Get Real were included in the SPHE/RSE curriculum, we could ensure that all students were receiving relevant, standardised, evidence-based information.”

There are consequences to not taking this seriously. Every year, Cleary and his colleagues get disclosures from students about upsetting sexual experiences that sometimes constitute sexual assault. “We get between two and four a year that need external support, whether it be counselling or even Tusla or the guards.”

He can sometimes see a student realising, during these classes, that something they experienced wasn’t right. “They’ll remember something that they haven’t ever thought about before or realise that what they’re currently experiencing isn’t healthy and they’ll come and ask for support... I’m thinking of one girl in particular who was in a relationship that was not healthy. [She] sought our help and ended the relationship. I don’t think she would have realised otherwise, because there was just no space for her to reflect on it.”

And he wants to stress that boys are also vulnerable. “We’ve also had examples of guys coming [to us] upset having had sex with somebody over the weekend when they didn’t want to, but not feeling like they had the vocabulary to discuss it with the person.”

It [porn] makes sex quite scary for women. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be just for a man

A small group of fifth year girls who’ve done both the BodyRight and Let’s Get Real modules join us in the library. They’re smart and funny and eager to talk.

What guidance did they get about pornography before? “‘Don’t watch it!’” says Emma. “It would have been kind of negative. But in this class, we wanted to stay after the bell and keep talking and have discussions. When we came out, everyone had a completely different mindset on porn and everything else than we did when we first went in.”

“I think that they probably just thought that if they don’t talk about [porn], we wouldn’t really know about it,” says Anna.

And what sort of sex education did they get? “It was always very biological,” says Maya. “It wasn’t about relationships or any of that.”

Did they talk to each other about pornography? “I don’t think girls really talked about it that much,” says Emma. “If it was brought up in a conversation with girls in maybe second or third year, everyone would get really awkward and say, ‘I don’t know what that is.’”

“We’d talk about it now,” says Anna.

Is it accurate to say their generation gets most of their information about sex from porn?

Everyone says “yeah” together. “Or we’ve heard rumours from years ahead,” says Emma.

Do they remember the first time they saw something pornographic online?

“Pop-up ads,” says Emma.

“They’re the worst,” says Gemma. “Obviously you shouldn’t go on illegal websites but if you’re trying to watch episodes of a show that isn’t on Netflix, [you’d] see: ‘Elena is two kilometres away’… That was definitely the first time that I ever was exposed to something like that. I was really, really young. I was just like ‘What the hell is this?’ I was probably around six or seven. I was so confused about why anyone would want to see that.”

“When I first got an iPad, I think I was nine or 10, even the legal games you used to get had ads with cartoons of simulated sex,” says Iris. “And I had parental controls on my iPad.”

How did it affect you? “Mostly I didn’t want my parents to see it,” says Iris. “Because I didn’t want them to delete the app.”

“I was obsessed with the Harry Potter movies,” says Emma. “So I looked up the cast. I was looking at Daniel Radcliffe. And then something popped up: ‘See Daniel Radcliffe naked’…. Later that day, my mum and dad were like, we need to have a chat because we found naked pictures of Daniel Radcliffe.”

They all laugh. “I had my iPad confiscated for two weeks… I don’t think I saw anything [else] weird, apart from ads, until two years ago.”

Did they think about how pornography was affecting their lives before these courses?

“I was always really scared because I thought that because guys are watching it, even though you’re on the same level of experience, they’re still in a more experienced position,” says Iris. “But you don’t want to put yourself in a position where you’re watching porn that you don’t want to watch, just to see what to expect. It’s always about sexualising women.”

“How did that make you feel about what sex might be like?” asks Eoghan Cleary.

“Terrifying,” says Iris.

“It kind of makes you feel like you’re only there for the man,” says Maya, “like you have to be submissive and you have to take everything. It kind of makes it scary, because maybe you don’t want to be hit or whatever it is. It makes sex quite scary for women. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be just for a man.”

How did the courses help free them from those expectations? “Hearing the boys’ voices was the biggest head-turner for me,” says Emma. “I was just so surprised. They were actually thinking similarly to how we were thinking. Before the class I thought guys just wanted to use girls for their bodies... And then coming out of the class, it’s like, well guys think that they have to do all this stuff because girls want them to.”

“Getting information directly from people your age, rather than getting the information from porn,” says Gemma. “It was such a big difference.”

With each class you come out feeling better

Would they like more classes like this? “Totally, because we’ll be changed by sixth year again,” says Emma. “A class where you can all talk about what you feel… would be good.”

“And I think it should be an ongoing thing throughout the year,” says Gemma.

What could parents do better? “Maybe leave it longer before you give children technology,” says Anna.

“I think make yourself open enough that your kid feels safe to come to you to tell them things,” says Gemma, “instead of Emma getting in trouble for not even meaning to [download something]. You need to be open to listening to what they’re saying. ‘I saw this. I was scared’ or whatever.”

“Our parents were also brought up differently,” says Emma. “My mum, even a mention of [porn] is like, ‘How do you even know what that is?’”

How did they feel about the classes? “It was like a pressure being lifted off bit by bit,” says Emma, “With each class you come out feeling better.”

“It was very quiet at the start,” says Maya. “But then when you got into your groups, and you’re talking about it more, people started opening up.”

“I think we all felt more confident in ourselves,” says Anna.

Why is that? “In my head, before that course,” says Emma, “I’d think guys were expecting girls to do everything in porn and expecting us to look like the girls in porn, whereas afterwards having heard boys’ voices, you understand that that’s not how they think.”

“I felt like a lot of the guys wanted to have aggressive sex or for you to be submissive,” says Maya. “But then when you talk to them, you realise that they don’t want that, they just want to have loving sex. It was really eye opening to see that they actually didn’t want to be like the guys in porn.”

“It made me feel so much better that they were being taught about what we’re scared of,” says Gemma. “And that they can empathise and be understanding.”

What else did they learn? “We now know how important it is to talk to your partner,” says Maya. “That was one of the biggest points of the class. It’s not weird to talk about what you would like to do and then listen to what your partner wants to do.”

“If something was happening that I didn’t like before that class, I’d probably be like, ‘Don’t say anything, because that’s just going make the whole thing awkward,’” says Emma. She thinks for a moment. “Now I’d be more inclined to wait to lose my virginity… to wait until you find the right person and know that it’s going to be a nice experience.”

“Some people think classes like this will encourage people to have sex,” says Eoghan Cleary.

They laugh. “No one is going to listen to this and go ‘Right Mum, I’ve just learned about sex and now I’m going to go out and have it,’” says Emma.

Is there anything else they’d like to add? “I feel a lot more comfortable around the guys in general,” says Iris. “How I perceived them changed. And I think their perception of the girls changed as well. I think they’re a lot more mindful of what they say and how they think. And that’s made me personally feel a lot more comfortable around them… I think most girls or women will have had bad experiences with guys they know and I feel like personally, I’m a lot more comfortable around [these boys].”

“I think it was the best class that I had last year,” says Emma. “And that’s being in TY where you’re on trips every single day. You come out in a better mood, and you just come out feeling more confident and reassured about everything that you were so worried about before.”

* Some names have been changed

[theevocatorsgild]

Broody Boy Tarot Number XIII

Death

Death signifies endings and beginnings, a transformation of sorts on the way to attaining your highest self.

This card is represented by Cormac Eoghan, Edgar’s father. The death of Cormac was the beginning, a catalyst that causes Edgar to become who he is today.

(Edgar takes after his mother in genetically speaking)

#illustration #art #digital painting #original character #digital art #tarot #artists on tumblr #fantasy #procreate art #major arcana #occult art #occultism #the gild characters #death tarot #tarot art #witch #witch aesthetic #wicca #witchcraft #arcane

[magni-thorson]

Eoghan and the Weird Woods

Part one. 

For the weeks spent diverting himself in the golden heart of Asgard, delighting in the rich sights, smells, and all comforts that availed themselves to him in the city, Eoghan felt as he had many times, a purpose and pull toward greater exploration. 

It was almost unheard of in those ancient days, as it is now, that any being of Midgard should come to dwell in the homeland of the gods. 

But young Eoghan was of that rare sort, his sire a noble Asgardian and well attended. His mother haled from the Midgardian realm of Hibernia; and it was from thence that Eoghan grew and learned first the language of the Gaels, and was a follower of Odin, whom he called Dagda. 

The blood of the gods flows differently in each being, but in Eoghan it shone in great kind and honorable aspect. He spoke wisely, and with such gentleness and care, accompanying a sweet smile that charmed all who listened- particularly the children of his village, who clamored often for his stories of his immortal father, Asgard, heroic and adventurous histories and tales. 

His nature charmed also his noble father, whose favor he quickly earned upon meeting him, and who extended to him the invitation to join him as an honored son of the land of his fathers before him. 

This was how Eoghan came to find himself in all the splendor of the golden city, to eagerly record each new sight in his mind that he may return to his village with stories to satisfy every curiosity of the far land which had been so seldom explored. 

    “Do not depart so soon, Eoghan.” Entreated his father as the youth readied his humble belongings, donned his traveling clothes, and filled a horn with the water and provisions he would need. “These weeks you have lighted our halls and brought such merriment. Sure, there is much of interest to be discovered about this realm, but we shall miss you, and worry.” 

    The Gael shook his head, though he met his father with a kind smile. “This is a temporary parting.” He swore. “But I have made promise to my mother, and those of my village to see all that I can, that I can bring them back what wonderful things may be learned there.” 

The Asgardian sighed, and though reluctant to see him go, gave his blessing. “Then I bid you, my son, safe travels. Are you so determined that you will bring no guide with you? For though this land is beautiful, there are parts of it that will seem strange to you, and it is not without its dangers.” 

    “I prefer to travel in my own company.” The youth answered. “But if it pleases you, I would bring with me a map, and swear to stay on my guard. Though I be from a far realm, I still bear the powerful name of your son. For this, I am sure I will walk in safety.” 

Satisfied in this, his father furnished him with as fine and detailed a map of the realm as any. Knowing Eoghan’s course to be for the mountains, he stalled though in giving it to him. “...I know it is your wish to travel to the mountain, and see the forests there.” He paused. “You must take care. There are woods there darker and baser than those surrounding. If you must pass through, then keep your steps swift, and remain not past nightfall.”

Seeing the question in the Gael’s eyes at this, the father continued, quietened, as if wary that even his woulds would invoke something of that which he spake. “It is a strange place, that I would speak not of. And besides, your heart will not find it as pleasing as all the rest this land may offer.  Be you content, then, not to satisfy what curiosity would have you linger there.” 

   Eoghan wished to ask for more, what horrors that even this brave god would not speak of them, but decided the better of it. “I will do as my lord commands me, and not linger. But perhaps, on my return, you will tell me of wherefore?” 

   Giving a sigh of resignation, and satisfaction enough at this answer. “I will. Go, and my blessing with thee.” 

With this, departed Eoghan of Hibernia out into the bright morn to pass along the city streets, which would bear him out of shining gold to lush green, from cut bricks to cobbled stones, and dirt roads, he walked under the rising shade of the great mountain. 

A Child’s History of Magick in Asgard - (Stories Collected by Master Skarde, The Diligent) 

#;histories

[gallaghersoath]

How was your first day?

I hope it was a good one! Now that you've been introduced to your classes and teachers for the year, please take the time to review your syllabi before you retire for the evening.

Speaking of the evening:

All Freshman students must return to their division by 9pm!

All other students must return by 10pm!

Anyone found outside their dormitories past curfew must serve detention.

If you must leave for an emergency, please locate one of the security personnel on duty and inform them of your circumstances, and they will escort you or provide any further assistance necessary.

If you ever believe you've wrongfully been assigned detention, please reach out to myself, Ayan Khan, or Daisy Alice, and we will try to resolve the situation.

We kept our detention halls 18% emptier last year. Let's do our best to raise that percentage even further!

Remember to make good choices, as each of you are representing Eoghan Gallagher Academy! Enjoy yourselves during your time at this school, and contribute to making this a safe and fun environment for your fellow students.

On behalf of the EGA Student Council, I hope you all have a wonderful year 🌟

#EGAcademy #First Day of School #FF School District

[fluidpuck]

here’s the thing now: at what point am i brave enough to tell peat and diesel that i’m trying to put them in a musical

#this is your eoghan speaking #gaelsical

[ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing]

For the WIP game- 10 ObiClones Blind

Please and Thank you ❤️

Hello Friend!

You're in luck because this one has officially gone into edits so I've got about 66k of material on it. XD

This one follows The Clone Wars with a couple of differences. Obi-Wan is blinded on Bandomeer during a fight with Xanatos and so by the time the 212th is assigned him as a general he has already lost his sight. It follows them through The Clone Wars and eventually comes to a turn when Palpatine blames Obi-Wan's lack of sight for Jabiim and Cody and some of his brothers start looking for blackmail material on the man, which leads to them uncovering his plot to destroy the Jedi.

Snippet Under the Cut

This is the game mentioned.

“What do you mean your side of the ship? Is there something that I’m not aware of?”

General Kenobi’s face was serious, his eyes just as clear and sharp as ever, his gaze landing on the natborn even though he shouldn’t have been able to figure out exactly where the man was.

The force allowed General Kenobi to do a lot that they hadn’t expected him to be able to do and at this point they’d just accepted that they’d never quite understand how the man did what he did.

“General Kenobi,” the man spit out his name like it was a curse and it raised Trapper’s hackles, even though he wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t his fight and he was sure that he shouldn’t be worrying about it. If he went around sticking his nose in other people’s business it wouldn’t be long before their troubles made their way on to his plate.

“Eoghan,” General Kenobi said, nodding his head slightly, “Is there any particular reason you’ve got your hand on your weapon? I don’t see any threat around.”

The joke was clear but the man’s scowl only increased.

“This part was worth thousands of credits,” he responded tightly, “It took us three days to get it and now not only will I have to wait another three days but I’m going to have to explain what happened to the part that I just had.”

“Well it sounds to me like you’ll have to explain that you broke it,” the General said and Trapper couldn’t keep the shock off of his face at the man’s words.

“I didn’t-,” the man started to protest.

“If the part was really worth that much you should have been paying a great deal of attention and yet somehow you ended up running into someone who was trying to side step you,” the General cut in severely, “That sounds like you broke it, not him. I suggest that if you have something that you’d like to report that you go through the proper channels. I’m sure there’s footage around to let us see what really happened, however, threatening to pull out your blaster is not the appropriate response and we will be talking about this later.”

“Yes sir,” Eoghan bit out angrily, “Whatever you say.”

“Good. Now that, that is settled, what could I do for you, Trapper?” General Kenobi’s gaze settled on Trapper and for a moment he couldn’t breathe.

“Uh yes, sir,” Trapper agreed, “CC-22- I mean Cody has requested your presence. We will be planet side soon and he’d like to go over the plan of attack and the contingencies in place in case should something go wrong as well as talk about whether or not you will be needing some kind of accommodations. Since it’s supposed to be a negotiation had had some questions for you.”

“Of course, Trapper,” the General said, warm hand landing on Trapper’s forearm, “Thank you. If you wouldn’t mind leading the way I’ve got some time now. I can handle this at a later time. I don’t suppose he normally uses the same planning room? I can usually sense his presence just fine but with those rooms, all of the security equipment and silencing insulation that they use gets in the way of my usual method for locating him.”

Trapper was taken aback. He wasn’t sure how the General had figured out who he was with nothing more than a touch to his arm. Normally, even when people could see them they still had trouble telling them apart, although he supposed that, that could speak more to their willingness to tell them apart and less of their actual ability to do so.

#asks #WIP Game #ObiClones #star wars fanfiction #star wars #musicsoul1982

[t-o-m-hollands]

Summery: Tom is part of the Firm, a fearless London gang. You are at the wrong place at the wrong time.  

Word count: 1,7k

Themes: Mob!Tom, Peaky Blinders inspired, period piece – this is set in 1961, London. 

Warnings:  This story will contain themes such as kidnapping, murders, violence and smut. Also a lot of swearing. Also mentions of injuries. Also alcohol, smoking and mentions of drugs.  this is a +18 story

A/N: This is a relationship that I wouldn't recommend in real life. Also, the Firm was the name of the Kray twins gang. I was just too lazy to come up with a name of my own.  

THIS IS PART I

1961 – London

Tom curses the cold weather as he pulls his coat tighter around him with numb fingers. He curses the chilly London night and the long walk from Charing Cross station too. And, while he’s at it, he curses his split lip and broken rib as well. Fuck it, he curses the entire world and everybody in it tonight.        

He especially curses fucking Harrison.        

Harrison who didn’t show up for duty tonight - in failing to do so not only risking the wrath of their leader, a certain Mr. Fabien Towner, but also risking putting Tom in danger by forcing him to handle the situation all on his own. Fucking dick. Tom guesses his old friend had gotten caught up with whichever girl had taken his fancy for the day; forgetting all he should know of duty, and forcing Tom to single handedly go in to collect from the mug who owed the Firm ten grand.        

It had not gone down easily, and Tom had taken his fair share of hits to the head. He now had a swollen cheek, a split lip, a broken rib and a big envelope of cash safely hidden underneath his coat. 

He inhales the icy cold air and upon exhaling he watches as it rises to the sky like thick pearly smoke.       

Little snowflakes start to slowly drift down from the sky, lighting up the dark night; painting the pavement white.

Further up the road he sees two young women stepping out of a building. They’re giggling, clearly intoxicated, and clutching on to one another for support, making their way down the stairs and into the waiting cab. He sees them both clearly in the light from the street’s only functioning lamp; as they’re standing just under it. The girl nearest to him is wearing fine silk and furs in powdery pink and white, her hair done up professionally and roughed cheeks and painted lips. Even from this distance he recognises her.        

It’s you.    

Even through the dark, snowy London night he sees it clear as day. Even though he hasn’t seen you since you were both teenagers; when he abruptly had to leave school, he recognises you immediately, and suddenly he feels like he is a sixteen-year-old child again; wishing for a miracle, as if he’s stretching out his hand beyond its reach. Sure, your face and hair is all made up and you’re no longer wearing a school uniform. But it’s you alright. There’s still a sweetness about you, in your silk and your fur and with your sugar-pink lips. You still feel impossibly out of reach. A thin layer of snow covers the cobbled street, like powdered sugar, and you’re leaving a trace of foot prints in it.       

A vision strikes him, of his hand, slowly pulling the pink slip of a dress up your thigh as you clutch onto his shoulders. He wants to find out what’s softer to his touch; the silk or your skin. He watches as you and your friend make it into the cab, and then he watches as it drives off into the night.        

And he remembers.        

Remember how at fifteen, just days before he first met Fabien; in a time before he knew anything about how to fight with his fists or fire a gun or about the Firm.       

He’d been chased by his school yard tormentor, Jamie Easom, and his fellow bullies. Trying to get away and to safety he had rushed into the girls’ bathroom without second thought. You had stood there, in front of the mirror; fixing your hair (and maybe it’s reconstruction after the fact, but he swears you wore a halo of light upon your head). He had stared at you with big eyes, like a deer in headlines, looking at the girl he’d been mesmerized with for years. You’d immediately caught on and in a gentle voice told him to hide in one of the bathroom stalls. Then you had walked out of the bathroom. Through the door he’d heard you speaking to Jamie. Heard Jamie asking if you’d seen him and heard your lie as you told the meanest kid in school no, he’s not here. Then he’d heard Jamie asking you out for the millionth time and, to his satisfaction, he heard you turning him down - yet again.        

A few days after that Tom had met Fabien for the first time, a chance meeting that could have ended very differently. Luckily, the leader of London's most notorious gang had been impressed with him, and well, that was the beginning of the end of his school days. Fabian had given him a very different kind of education. He had trained him in an underground gym with a boxer, who taught Tom all he there was to know about fighting back.       

Fabien himself had taken Tom to the Hungry Lion, the home of the Firm, and taught Tom how to drink Irish whiskey without wincing as it burned down his throat and how to smoke cigarettes, deep drags, without coughing; how to dress like a man. And most importantly, he taught Tom how to negotiate, how to think five steps ahead of everybody else.     

Fabien had sat him down and taught him not only the rules of chess, but how to win every game. No matter the opponent.    

Not long after he had joined the Firm a particularly gruesome fight in the school yard between himself and Jamie had taken place. Jamie had ended up in the hospital and Tom, well, he had been thrown out of school.    

Since that day he was a full-time employee in the Firm.        

He’d met Haz in an underground boxing ring. He’d been one hell of an opponent in a dirty fight that ended in victory for Tom, (though Haz always claims that the victory had more to do with the fact that Tom had made him burst out in laughter at one point and then, when Haz was off guard, tackled him to the ground). Fabien had been impressed with the blonde. Now Tom and Harrison were as good as brothers.

Eventually Tom’s actual brothers had joined them as well and they were now what Fabian referred to as “the younger generation” of the Firm.      

As chance would have it just two years after Tom had been kicked out of school a certain Jamie Easom had joined the Firm as well. Cocky and arrogant as ever he’d been recruited by Fabien’s right hand, Eoghan Shelley, who’d seen Jamie in a pub brawl and been impressed by the young man’s knack for senseless violence.       

As Fabien had told Tom in confidence during one whiskey fueled meeting; Jamie was someone who you hired to fight, but whom you didn’t trust to think. Jamie was part of the muscle of the machine; not the brain behind it.        

Jamie knew the instructions – harm, threaten, kill.

He never knew the reasons behind them - (money, pride, knowledge).       

Jamie never stopped to question motive. He got an order and he followed it through. He didn’t question why Fabien would want a business to, quite literally, burn down to the ground, or why a man needed to be taken out. He never questioned, either out loud or to himself, why Fabien would want that. Nor did he consider the victims point of view; their motives or reasons.       

He got an order and he followed it through. He was a dog on a tight leash. So, the instructions were clear and simply. (bark, attack, kill).       

Tom, on the other hand Fabien trusted to think on his own. Trusted that Tom had the brain to know what was necessary to do in any given situation. He also knew that Tom had the guts to carry it out, no matter the instruction.    

There were those, certain malicious tongues, speaking in hushed voices behind closed doors; who thought that old Fabien Towner put too much trust in the youngster. Had gone a bit soft on him. That there were those, older and more experienced, that deserved Fabien’s trust.       

The fact was that Tom wore the word protégée like second skin. It clung to him like a varsity jacket does to a young star scorer. Like it belonged to him, as if he was born for it.  

The new hope.      

And the fact was that Fabien cast a mighty big shadow and no one, especially not those with wagging tongues, dared stepping out of it. For Fabien kept all his little soldiers in check and that very much included the new hope.      

Finally he arrives at his destination and he steps into the Hungry Lion. Inside the pub it’s warm and loud, barking laughter coming from the men drinking pints big as their heads, and singing can be heard coming  from a group of people huddled up in the corner booth. The scent of smoke and beer fills the air. It’s warm and dirty and home. It makes a sharp contrast to the chilly, quiet London night outside.        

He walks over to his regular booth, orders Sam to get him a whiskey and sits down opposite of Harry. Sam hurries off to the bar and Harry takes one long look at Tom’s wounded face.      

“Getting slow in your old age, huh?”      

“Fuck off” is all Tom can be bothered to answer, too exhausted and done with this day. “’s Fabien here yet?”       

Harry shakes his head and looks away from his brother's bruised face. “Not yet” he says in the end and puts out his cigarette. Then, “where’s Hazza?”   

Tom sighs and fishes up his own package of Lucky Strike cigarettes. Placing one between his lips he lights up and inhales deeply. Leaning back in his seat he exhales in a sigh before responding. “Fuck who knows” he says, just as Sam comes back with his drink. He hands it to Tom, who greedily takes a sip of the amber liquid before sitting down next beside his twin.       

“What you mean?” Harry questions, brows furrowed. “Wasn’t he with you collecting?”      

“Nope” Tom answers, trying to keep his anger under wraps. “Didn’t show up. Reckon he’s cock deep in some bird some-“ but before he can finish Haz stumbles into the pub. His left white sleeve is sticky wet with blood and he’s clutching onto his shoulder. His face is pale and sweaty, and he looks around the room, clearly searching for someone; but before he can find the right man he stumbles and falls to the ground; where he stays. Passed out.       

For a few devastatingly long moments silence fills the old pub as they all look at Harrison’s left shoulder.       

It has a bullet wound.

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#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland headcanon #tom holland imagine #tom holland x oc #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x fem #mob!tom #mob!tom holland

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Whala! Another sneak peak but this one is from the main (merlin Au) story that helps connect everything together. I have been working on this for many months, trying to get the plot right and all the events, as a lot happens. But here is officially the first sneak peak/announcement of it.

This bit is actually at the very end but there is no spoilers for the whole thing... Kinda...sorta? I mean tags always kinda give spoilers already so.... But also yes I know the cut is weird but any farther and their would be actual spoilers.

"Where did all these kids come from anyways?" 

Arthur gestured to the field where said group of teens were running about. Blossomed flowers  and blades of grass under their feet as they chased after one another.

"You were harboring half in the castle right under my nose, didn't know you were stashing them around other places too." 

"Harboring?" Merlin mumbled under his breath in an offended tone. Arthur chuckled at his offense of his obvious foibles and inclination that was present with eight teens.

Merlin sighed, "Will says I have a problem." His tone almost reluctantly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Arthur scoffed, "You say it like it's an addiction." 

"It was an accident." Merlin defended.

"You accidentally ended up with eight kids in your hands?"

Merlin simply shrugged his shoulders in response as if he didn't know how each one ended up in his care. Even if not under his supervision in the castle but rather with people he trusted would keep them safe. Though their individual safety and how much they all meant to him was all the same.

"When you put it like that…'' he mumbled.

"It sounds pretty bad, Merlin."

"No it-," Merlin fumbled with his words then huffed, "just a little bit."

Their eyes locked before they both chuckled. Arthur for the ridiculous situation his servant had gotten himself into yet again. And Merlin, who knew the thought that Arthur was just as bad. An attachment already formed, that if one of them were to be injured or hurt, Arthur would be there, beside Merlin, to help. 

A bout of laughter drew their attention back to the field. Watching as Mordred ran up and caught Daegal. He wrapped his arms around Daegal's midsection as he lifted his feet from the ground and spun him around. Daegal, too busy laughing to try to bother escaping. 

Merlin smiled, "You and Morgana are to blame for Mordred though." He reached over and stole a couple of grapes from Arthur's plate.

Arthur quickly shot him a pointed look. Ignoring Merlin's thieving hands as the sight was nowhere out of the normal. But rather for the comment he made. Arthur now knew exactly the story of how everything went down many years before.

Merlin caught Arthur's look on him before he looked away. He looked back to say something but nothing came out. He rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe I'm to blame for that one too." 

The king smiled at Merlin's unusual habit or so to speak, while he shook his head. 

"I can't help it!" Merlin exclaimed.

"You have a kind heart, Merlin." Something if never said out loud, could be said by glances and unneeded words; that Arthur hoped never changed.

"Merlin!" 

"Arthur!"

They both looked up to find Daegal and Mordred waving them over. 

Merlin in turn held up his hand, telling both to wait a second, but that they would come. Everyone else with them, doing the same. Calling or running off to drag the others into their game. 

"They all admire you," Arthur said, "admire each other in a way too." 

Merlin smirked, "This is our family." He pushed himself up to his feet 

"No one has any family left so… I guess we made our own." 

They both looked over as Morgana and Gwen got dragged up and over to the rest by Kara and Drea.

"Everyone here." Merlin continued. He looked down and gave Arthur a content smile before back to what was going on.

He looked over to see Gilli and Lamia doing their part as Will and Freya were dragged from their laid back relaxed positions on the grass. Merlin wished Lancelot was there with them as well. Instead too busy inside with George, keeping the rest of the knights from following them and curious what the group was doing out in the fields.

But he knew one day, like Arthur, Gwen and Lancelot they would soon find out. Hopefully joining them out among the flowers and open space where they could run and not be running from the said knights.

"I think Tristan and Isolde are beginning to grow fond as well." He said and looked over to see Eoghan and Sefa pulling the couple over as well. Sefa's hair having just been braided back by Isolde, now was bound to become a mess again with all the running about.

Leaving only him and Arthur left to make their way over to the others.

Also this has not been proofread or read through at all, please excuse grammer and horrible pacing.

#bbc merlin #canon? whose she? #merlin #arthur pendragon #sir mordred #mordred #daegal #kara #sefa #gilli #will #guenevere #morgana #eoghan #lamia #drea #tristan and isolde #freya #mine: fic #mine #sneak peak #a WIP a week keeps the writer's block monster asleep #canon can go drink orange juice after brushing its teeth #curses what curses??? #everyone is a big happy family #found family #or Merlin accidentally adopted 8 kids with help from the others and now he's like Leon but with kids and not knights #accidental kid aquisition...but 8 times

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The Lone Wolf

Masterlist // 05

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4.2k

I was in my wolf form when my cage was being opened, I looked to the twins' cells, Wanda nodded to me ever so subtly, flickered her hands slightly and I knew. It was time. The guard opened the barred door and I took my chance, I dug my claws into his chest, he began bleeding and I pushed harshly past him. I turned back to my human form and knocked him over the head hard enough to knock him out.

I took the keys to the twins' cells from his unconscious body and swung them around my left index finger. I smiled to the twins and they smiled back.

"So..." I smirked at them, "Who wants to escape from some science Nazis?"

I shoved the key into the lock of Wanda's cell and turned it, opening the door and she smiled at me, she ruffled my hair as she left the cell and we moved onto my beloved's cell. I put the key in and turned it impatiently, wanting to see him free. When the door opened he spared no time running over to me and engulfing me in his arms.

"I knew you could do it mi prințesa," he said into my hair and I pulled back from the hug.

(My princess)

"Of course, mo chroí, have I ever failed you yet?" I quirked an eyebrow at him.

(My heart)

"Enough," Wanda interrupted his answer, "You'll have time for all that when we are gone."

"She makes a point, a stór," I looked in my love's eyes before turning away.

(Darling)

"Wanda, you got the cameras in here, you have to do that before every room we enter, even then they probably know that we're escaping. Piet, I need you to get me a gun, as quick as you can, without getting caught. I'm busting us out of here and I don't care how many people's blood I spill as long as we get out alive," I order, I may be younger than them, but our escape was mostly my plan and they don't have any less respect for me because of my slight age difference.

"Got it," they replied before doing as asked. Wanda fucked with the camera in the next room and we took down the guards, Pietro picked up a gun and threw it to me, I caught it and felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I fiddled with the trigger.

I nodded to them and we began moving through the base. We made quick work of the guards that tried to capture us, a bullet shot here, some telekinetic intervention there, all in all it there didn't seem to be any problems.

We made it to the back exit and began leaving. That was when it happened. When we failed. When we were split up. We were running as fast as we could, leaving the god forsaken place when I turned around, just for a second, and saw Wanda missing.

"Mo ghrá, I said, "Where's Wanda?"

Pietro looked behind him and saw her gone as well, "I will find her," he told me before giving me a kiss on my forehead.

"Be quick," I told him, "Be safe. Come back to me."

"Always, malen'kaya Volchitsa."

And with that he turned and ran back to find his sister while I kept running away.

I jolt awake, sitting up and gasping for air, eyes wide. It was just a nightmare... no, not a nightmare, a memory. That day was the last I saw of them. The last I saw of him. I didn't even get to say a real goodbye. Now he's gone.

My panting and shaking awakens Wanda, she sits up slowly before taking my hands in hers. She smiles sadly at me as tears stream down my face.

"Este în regulă draga mea, ești bine, totul este în regulă," she comforts me.

(It's okay my dear, you're okay, everything's fine)

"Níl sé, níl gach rud i gceart. Tá achan rud ag titim as a chéile arís. Ní thig liom thú a fhágáil. Fuair duine againn bás an uair deirneach," I sob to her.

(It's not, everything's not okay. Everything's falling apart again. I can't leave you. One of us died last time)

"Nu, nu este. Ultima data a fost diferită. De data aceasta vom rămâne în legătură. Mi voi fi niciodată mai mult decât un telefon depart."

(No, it's not. Last time was different. This time we will stay in touch. I will never be more than a phone call away)

Phone call. Phone call. My mind sobers as I realise what must've happened back home and I haven't even taken the time for a phone call.

"I- I have to go," I say, slipping out of my mother tongue and into English, stepping out of bed and grabbing my phone.

"Where are you-" I cut Wanda off.

"I need to make a phone call."

"Fianna, it's late."

"I have to."

With that I leave the room, I don't know where to go and so I just kinda linger in the hallway, pacing back and forth. I unlock my phone and go to my contacts, I scroll until I hit it, 'Eo' it's my contact for Eoghan. It's not what I would want my father figure's number as, but I try to keep it professional so...

I hit call and wait as the phone rings. Once. Twice. And on the third he picks up. I let out a breath as he greets me.

"Hello? Fianna? Are you okay?" he asks me.

"Ye-yeah I am," I say before biting the drawstring of my hoodie, "That's a lie. I'm, I'm not okay Eoghan," I confess to him.

"Talk t' me. What's wrong?"

"I uh, I had a nightmare," I tell him, shoving my spare hand into the pocket of the hoodie.

"Okay, nightmare," he repeats and I can practically see him nodding in understanding, "Do you want to talk about it Fi, or do you just want someone to talk to?"

I shake my head, knowing he can't see it, "Talk to someone. I actually called you to, um, to apologise. I know that you probably got dragged into my mess and I wanna make sure that you and Orlaith and the rest of you are doing alright."

There's a slight hesitation before Eoghan speaks again, "What are you talking about?"

"I mean when the feds showed up... right after I busted out of the Raft," I say slowly, confused by his confusion.

"No one showed up here Mactíre," Eoghan assures me, slipping in my merc name. "I haven't a clue what you're on about. What do ye mean busted out?"

"Okay, look, when Wanda called me I was gonna fight a couple of her friends, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well basically it all went down in this airport runway. To be honest with ye there was like twelve of us all together and it looked more like a scrap between a few chavs in a Tesco car park than a fricken civil war between the Avengers."

"Okay," Eoghan laughs at that, which was my intention, because he won't be laughing in a second.

"Basically there was this thing called the Sokovia Accords, it basically bans the Avengers from fighting without their ma and da, a bunch of governments, saying they can. Mister America and his old bestie broke that rule and so they became criminals, I and some others helped and that made us all criminals."

"Heh, I'm sorry, what the fuck?" Eoghan asks in a slightly higher octave than usual, yeah, he's pissed at me.

"Yeah... and so we were sent to this superhero jail that was in the middle of the fuckin' ocean. After a couple o' days Stars and Stripes teamed up with some Emo Hello Kitty looking fella and the freakin' Black Widow to bust us out. We're staying in Wakanda right now."

"Okay... let me get this straight," Eoghan says, exasperatedly. "You, and some of America's little mascots, fought the other half of America's mascots. Then you were thrown into a jail cruise ship-"

"It wasn't quite that luxurious Eo, I had a shock collar on," I interrupt with a deadpan tone.

"You fucking what?! Let me continue, you were thrown into a submarine jail, with a shock collar on. Couple o' days later you get broken out of said submarine jail. And now you're staying in a third world country?" Eoghan questions, clearly regretting emotionally adopting me. I don't blame him either, I'm a real problem child.

"I- technically yes. But I'm not coming home is the main point here."

"Why? Why not? Fianna this place is your home, we're you family."

"You are," I agree, fiddling with the zipper of my hoodie nervously. "But if I show up back home then word will get out where I am. I don't want to endanger my family and their jobs. Trust me. Besides, I have a place to stay."

"Where? Where the hell are you staying that would be safer than here?"

"Listen, I hate it as much as you do... probably more. I'm going to New York to stay with... Stark," I sigh, stopping my fiddling.

"Stark? Why would you do that?" Eoghan asks incredulously.

"Because it'll keep us all safe. Me away from that floating ocean pokey and the feds away from you. Trust me, it's for the best."

"But Fianna, you hate him. What about what he did? Don't you remember the pain it caused you? The pain that you caused? Mactíre," he says dangerously.

"Eoghan," I say in a low voice, laced with anger, "Don't go there. I don't want to do this, but it's for the best, if it were up to me I'd be going home... or Madripoor."

"Jesus Christ," he whispers, "Right, well you'll stay in touch, that's for sure. And you'll call Orlaith in the morning, she's worried about you... Tommy too."

I perk up at that, "Tommy? How is he? Is he okay? Have they done anything to him? I swear I'll kill them if they touched a hair on his head," I fire question after question.

"Tommy's fine, he just wants to know how you are, what you're doing etc. They haven't done anything to him, not that I know of at least. Look, I'll get Orlaith to call you in the morning, she'll have Tommy with her and you can talk to them both, okay? It's getting late."

I sigh and look to the ground, "Alright, I have to go back to sleep anyways."

"Oíche mhaith, m'iníon. Go mbeadh aisling aláinn agat."

(Goodnight, my daughter. Have sweet dreams.)

"Oíche mhaith daidí, go raibh míle maith agat."

(Goodnight dad, thanks a million.)

And with that I hang up. My eyes fog over with tears and I simply let them fall. I've been crying a lot more lately; I feel like a fricken crybaby. A lot of emotions have been stirring up and I hate it, I hate the weakness that's overcoming me. I can't let myself feel so deeply, especially negatively... not after last time.

I go back into the bedroom and get into bed. I hug myself and shrink into the hoodie as best I can. It used to be Eoghan's, this hoodie, he gave it to me when I first moved into St. Marie's. I barely had anything and he just gave me the hoodie, it's definitely not perfect, it has burns around the cuffs and the zipper always gets a bit stuck halfway up, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. It's like a safety blanket for me, it makes me think of him and feel safe. After a few minutes I eventually drift off to sleep.

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I stayed in the bedroom most of the morning, on my phone messaging a tumblr mutual. Her URL is FriendlessGhost17, mine is Coilean07. We met last year, round abouts when a week into me living at St. Marie's. She lives in NYC and so it might be a good idea to talk to her in case we end up running into each other. We've facetimed and called many times but we've never actually met in person.

I say my goodbyes and sigh. Life just sucks a lot at the moment, but what can I say? That's what happens when you go down the road of off-the-books illegal experimentation, I guess.

I hear a knock on the door, "Come in," I say, not looking up from my scrolling.

"You gonna join the land of the livin' today?" I look up and see Sam, arms crossed, leaning in the doorway.

"Uh, yeah, I just- I was messaging a friend," I tell him.

"Nothing revealing though, right?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Of course not," I dismiss, "I'm not an amateur. I told her I was with my sister but have to leave her again. I don't always tell the truth, but I'm always honest. It's a fine line to walk but a good loophole to have."

Sam ventures further into the room, "So you're good at what you do, that's reassuring... I think. Look I know this isn't gonna be fun for you, staying with Stark, but sometimes that's just how it is, that's how life is."

"Not gonna be fun? You really don't know me, do you?" I laugh humourlessly.

"No, no I don't," Sam admits, shaking his head and sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Well, essentially Stark has hurt everyone I love and, I can hold a grudge like nobody's business. It's not just gonna be 'not fun' it's gonna feel like a betrayal. But I don't wanna focus on that, I wanna enjoy my time before I go to that stuck-up, narcissistic ass."

Sam smiles for a second, "You know, Steve would be disappointed if he heard that kinda language out of you."

I raise an eyebrow, "He was in the army and from the 40s, I'm sure he has no room to talk. I bet people make assumptions and he just doesn't dispute them. I bet his birthday isn't even the fourth of July, someone assumed it was and now he lives in fear of anyone finding his birth certificate."

Sam laughed out loud at that and I had to join him, I've been on tumblr long enough to have to many thoughts about America's favourite boy scout. Sam and I talk for a while, about Steve, about Wanda, I even get some stories about his old days in the army. He tells me about the missions he flew and I learn more about his wings. Then he tells me how he met Steve and Natasha.

"So he, he lapped you how many times?" I ask incredulously.

"Thirteen. He lapped me thirteen times! And he kept saying 'on your left' to like warn me he was lapping me, like it felt like he was doing it on purpose," Sam scowls.

"He probably was, I mean I read about him a bit in school and apparently he was always a little shit, he just got away with it since he was a stick and had like every illness to ever exist in the 30s," I tell him.

"Maybe," Sam says, "But yeah, that's how we met. And then a few days later he shows up at my house with Natasha and tells me 'everyone we know is tryna kill us' like no hellos, no 'how are you's, just straight to the point."

"And you just let them in?" I cock an eyebrow.

"Well yeah, Captain America shows up at your door, what are you not gonna let him in?"

"It would make a pretty funny story don't you think? 'Captain America and Black Widow showed up at my house and I turned them down.' I think that'd be hilarious. But naw, I'd let them in surely."

Then there's a vibration from my phone. I look at the screen as it lights up and see that Orlaith sent me a snap.

I look back up to continue the conversation with Sam but he shakes his head.

"You can talk to your friends, don't worry. I just talked your ear off for the last hour or so, you can get back to your friend now," he tells me.

I smile at him softly, "Thanks Sam. And this talk was good, by the way, you didn't talk my ear off. You distracted me and I appreciate it."

He gets off the bed and turns to me, "That used to be my job you know, helping other Vets with PTSD. I thought you'd prefer to be distracted than reminded of what's happening and so I just catered to that rather than pushing you."

"Really Sam, thank you. But now I gotta have a difficult conversation about what's happening so... I guess I can't put it off any longer," I sigh.

"Good luck, Fianna, you can do this," Sam tells me before leaving and closing the door.

I open the message from Orlaith.

I find Orlaith's number in my contact list and hit call.

It only takes one ring and she picks up, "Hiiii, how did it go?"

"It went good Orlaith," I tell her, a smile already on my face from hearing her voice. "And I got to see Wands again which has done me wonders, really."

"That's great to hear, oh and you're on speaker," Orlaith tells me.

"Hey Fi," I hear Tommy's voice and I nearly start crying.

"Mo dearthair bheag Tommy, ta sé ar dóigh le do guth a cloisteáil arís. Cad é mar atá tú, coiléan bheag?" I ask, slipping into my first language after hearing my baby brother's voice for the first time in a couple weeks.

(My little brother Tommy, how amazing it is to hear your voice again. How are you, little pup?"

"Táim I gceart, Mactíre," he mocks, "Agus an miste leat gan ag cuir sin orm? Ní páiste mé níos mó!"

(I'm fine, Mactíre. And do you mind not calling me that? I'm not a kid anymore!)

"Ach is páiste thú dom. Bheul, ar a laghad is dearthair bheag s'agam thú. Má chuireann sé isteach ort an méid sin, stadfaidh mé."

(But you're a kid to me. Well, you're my little brother at least. If it annoys you that much I'll stop.)

"Hey! Is grá liom go bhfuil sibh in ann labhairt le chéile ach tá mise anseo fostaaa!" Orlaith butts in.

(Hey! I love that you're able to talk but I'm here toooo!)

"Ceart go leor, sionnach," Tommy says, "Cad é ar mhaith leat a labhairt faoi?"

(Fine, Fox. What would you like to talk about?)

"First of all, that nickname is so old, like first year old. And that was like four years ago. Anyway, let's start with where your big sis is? Huh, how about that?" Orlaith begins, slipping back into English.

"Well... I may or may not be in the palace of Wakanda," I reveal. I can trust them, they won't tell.

"You're where?" Tommy questions.

"Wakanda."

"Get de fuck!" he exclaims.

"I'm not messing Tom. And I'm not staying here much longer either."

"You're coming back home again?" Orlaith asks.

"Not- not exactly, Orls," I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to figure out a way to tell them, to tell Tommy that I'm not coming home. "I'm going to New York, I'm going to New York, a thaisce, and I have to stay with Stark."

(Love {term of endearment})

"With- With Stark as in Tony Stark?" Orlaith asks.

"As in the one who you despise with a burning passion?" Tommy adds on.

"Yeah, that's, that would be him," I sigh.

"How are you- How will he survive that?" Tommy asks.

"Why do you have to go to that cunt?" Orlaith questions at the same time.

"Orlaith!" I hear Eoghan scolding her in the background, they must be at St. Marie's.

"Sorry Eoghan, sorry Tommy," Orlaith apologises.

"Hey Eoghan," I say into the phone.

"Hey Fia, I'm just making sure these two got through de ye. I still think ye should be here, but never mind me, keep yer chin up, I'll talk de ye later," he tells me, his parental feelings slipping through the professional mask he tries to wear.

"Of course Eo, we'll talk later," I reassure.

"I have de leave now, Liam's looking another pint," he tells me.

"Bye Eoghannnn," I sing.

"Goodbye Fianna."

"Well, back to our conversation," Tommy says, "Why are you going de Stark of all people?"

"Essentially I might have accidentally made myself an international criminal when helping Wands," I say, my voice raising octaves as I speak.

"Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the wee donkey they rode in on. How did ye manage that Fianna?" Tommy asks incredulously.

"Tomás Ronan McConnell!" I reprimand. "What have I tol' you about blasphemy?"

"Not to," he grumbles.

"Exactly, so would you like to rephrase that?" I raise an eyebrow and I know he can feel it through the phone.

"How did you manage de be a criminal helping your sister?" he rephrases the question.

I smile at Tommy calling Wanda my sister, he might never have met her but he still considers her my sister, and even his in a way.

"Look, it was just a job gone wrong. It's not even... it's not my choice, I have de go t' Stark because he can protect me from the Feds. But... I won't be with him for long," I lie. I don't want to lie, but I need to protect them, if they think I'm coming back then they won't take it so hard.

"Right, well ye better get back soon okay? I miss my bitch of a big sister!" Tommy tells me and tears prick my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be back soon," I nod, tears falling as I keep my voice steady, "And when I get back we're spending the whole day together, I don't care what Erin and Shéa have to say about it."

"All three of us," Orlaith adds, "And we're gonna have the best time, right? We'll go to The Amusements and we'll go de the cinema and we'll go to Foyleside and just spend the whole day together.

"We will," the tears falling with ease but I keep my voice level, "God, I can't wait to see you two again. When I get back yous'll be sick of me, clinging de yous like a wane."

There's a beat of silence as we think about that day... the day that won't come for a long time. Not that they know that. It still hurts though; I miss my brother and my best friend. But no more tears, I wipe them away and clear my throat.

"We have to go," Orlaith says guiltily. "Mam is looking me back in ten minutes and Tommy needs to get back before they realise how long he's been gone."

"Okay, okay," I inhale sharply "Slán Tommy, slán Orlaith. Is grá liom sibh béirt le mo chroí iomlán. Feicfidh mé sibh gan mhoill, yeah?"

"Slán Fianna, is grá liom thú. Feicfidh mé thú níos moille," Orlaith says.

"Slán Fianna, chonaic mé thú níos moille. Is grá liom thú," Tommy says and I laugh a little.

"Bye," I say and I hang up.

I hear a knock at the door and wipe my tears quickly, erasing any evidence of my crying. I tell them to come in and it's Bucky. We haven't really spoken much, between not knowing each other and wanting to stay close to the ones we're leaving we haven't had the time to bond, I guess.

"Hey," he says timidly, staying in the doorway.

"Hey," I reply, just as timid.

"The others are discussing their plans, I think everyone's moving out tomorrow," he informs me.

"Okay, thanks for letting me know," I say, putting my phone in my hoodie pocket before standing and making my way to leave the room.

#peter parker x oc #peter parker x reader #spiderman x oc #spiderman x reader #peter parker #fianna macbhfloscaidh #the lone wolf #the lupine saga #nyx writes #jynx writes #pyre writes

[tamoria]

Tamore Chapter One, part one. “Not like this.” Tadg states through gritted teeth, jaw clenched and eyes piercing. He is growing frustrated with their disagreements. I know this expression well. It is the same as the face he wore often during our first 10 years - stubborn and difficult as I was. I see it less now, I’ve learnt when to push and when to placate him. “The battle of Cill Rogha only resulted in gales, this is more and we must face it. He will let them bicker back and forth a while. I keep myself aside from the raucous conversation, the three other draoi speaking over one another, each sure they themselves are the observant and clear minded amongst fools.

  Muireann turns away from The other two men, Cathasach and Eogan and speaks to Tadg, “It is possible the fields have shifted, as they did in Damhin once before.” Immediately Cathasach rebuts her, he has been a loyal follower of Tadg’s for many years, truthful and honest with his voice. “Muireann, think a moment. The fields take many cycles to move any noticeable distance. We ourselves have shifting fields constantly but never have they caused this.” Eogan, who trains under Muireann, speaks loud and fumbling in her defense, leading the conversation back into chaos as insults start being thrown. Muireann is much younger than Tadg and believes herself sharper of mind for it. She revels in the idea of him being batty with old age and thus no longer suitable as the high druid - she would be a much better leader for our people, of course. She thinks this mainly because she is the batty one. She wears her dark hair wild and unbraided, like a storm cloud floating around her head. She has only one tunic, coloured yellow with bright dandelion dye, always ripped and mended. Even during Beltane, when we gather in droves to make our pilgrimages to the wells amongst the hills. All of us in our pure whites, billowing in the wind - there she is, in her yellow tunic with her hair as wild as the mountains. Her young apprentice, Eoghan has suffered under her teaching, leaving him years behind in his training. I do not envy him, it will be a long time before he can take a title. It matters little to him, he still looks and acts like a boy, so eager and taken up with being one of the great sorcerers that he has not yet realised he never will be. He agrees with everything she said, as I might have expected. “Muireann is right, in Damhin the storms battered villages as far as half a day’s walking. It was months before they regained control and learnt the new field.” Eoghan speaks quickly, determined to make his voice count. He truly believes what he is saying is worth listening to. Muireann nods along, only encouraging him Muireann speaks again, continuing on from his point, “The fields have shifted and Feada losing control of the breeze merely tipped the scales. It is unlucky for her but easily avoidable for the more capable among us.” She shoots a pointed look at me and I stare back, teeth gritted to stop myself putting her in her place. She must be further from sanity than I had thought if she considers herself more ‘capable’ than I. The hours she spends breathing in the fumes over her putrid health potions must be going to her head. Tadg has been warning of this for many cycles and they know he is right but refuse to acknowledge it for fear of what will happen next. I know him, I trust his judgement and I have spent my training preparing for this very situation. There will be a reckoning and I will be called to lead, there is an evil lurking in the new sect and they want to see the old ways - the people in this room, destroyed. I will force them across the sea, back to where they came from by my own hand if no one else will stand. They have displeased the Mother Goddess and they have displeased me. Tadg stands and clears his throat, the group suddenly silent. “You will listen.” he says, his voice quiet and firm, he knows they will listen. “The new sect has landed on our shores as I saw they would. They travel by tall boat from far across the Grey Sea. They bring magic as dark as the night and a vow to destroy our ways.” There is a distinct murmuring from Muireann’s corner accompanied by a shuffle of discomfort. Tadg continues regardless. “They do not follow Danu or her children and strive only for her blood, the storms that draw waves hard onto our shores and batter our villages are the Mother Goddess fighting back. Denying them a place on our land. Across our island our ancestors are fighting, but they can no longer walk amongst us so we must stand for them, we must raise our hands and our voices to these savages lest they trample us into the dirt. We will bring down the wrath from above, the arrows from our bows and the strength of our voices. We will make them flee. They will turn, tails between their legs and scamper back to their boats. We will uphold our values and be merciful as they run like scared field mice.” The quiet whispers, fidgeting and overall disrespect for Tadg’s leadership has faded somewhat. They are unsure still but they respect him and know he is set on a course. “Feada will lead as she has been trained to. Eoghan will accompany her.” Muireann looks up in shock. “The rest of us will stay at our posts, we need strength and consistency here at home, our people cannot fear for us. I have spoken, it is so.” ———————————————————————————————————– I walk through the village, smiling brightly at anyone who passes me. The farmers are making their way in from the fields, aching and looking forward to hot meals, their horses and donkeys just as tired. Their wives and mothers squatting low beside fires, making simple stews, enriched with the warmth and comfort the men need.. There are occasional traders from Corlea passing through with fine new tools and knick knacks. The trees above me sway with the sound of my heartbeat and footsteps, whispering my name in triumph. The long grass yields to me, bent at the knee. The river cheers me on as it gushes past. There have been days like this before - where belonging breathes in me and I can see ahead. Today I am a leader, I can bring peace and balance in my own name. I do not stand behind powerful men. The sky is bright blue, the clouds respectfully avoiding coming too close to the sun and blocking her. All around I can see my land bow before me. I come to the small hut, bright and warm from the central fire, I shut the door quickly to keep the heat in and make my way to a free log space near the fire. “Feada!” A familiar voice shouts from behind me, I turn to see Bridget. She motions her daughter, Saoirse to the cooking pot she has been attending and walks to me, smiling warmly as she starts chattering away. “How was your day, love? I heard a rumour of a meeting of the drui, true?” Bridget is my mother’s eldest sister, she is head of our home and likes to know all of our goings on. I nod in answer to her question, “Yes, we gathered today. I am to meet with the king. Tadg requested I take a trip to the near villages, I’ll be gone till the new moon, maybe longer.” She looks concerned and checks over her shoulder for anyone standing too near or looking particularly interested in our conversation. Her voice drops down, still a regular speaking volume but quiet relative to before. “The near villages? As far as Cullahill then?” These are homely people, they do not long for violence the way some do. Rather, many of them, Bridget included, fear it. Our clan has always been a peaceful one, We have rarely been the ones to light the torch fire. “There has been no word of fighting - do not fret. I have been sent to help rebuild after the storms, to discover if they need any additional aid from the king, that is all” She looks at me closely, suspicious that I am withholding something, and displeased she will not know the whole truth. I say, “You’re getting paranoid in your old age.” Mostly to change the subject, take her mind of the seemingly impending doom. She observes me a minute longer, eyes narrowed slightly, my words not shaking her resolve. Then she seems to consciously put it aside and with a small shrug she breaks into a smile. “Let’s get you sorted then. You can hardly stand before the king as you are!” She chuckles and I follow her to my small section of the hut, my bed and chest lined up against the wall, my half-staff leaning where I left it - they all know touching it could cost them a broken nose if I found out. I open the dark chest at the base of my small bed, a gift from my mother when she learned I was to be Tadg’s student. She had smiled so sweetly, a hand on my cheek, “Soon you will know the forests better than I.” She had said, a small sadness in her voice, the weight of a pebble sitting between us. I smooth my hands along it, feeling the familiar knots and corners of it. It has more corners than most chests. The heavy lid creaks as I lift it and I think once again that I should get some fat to quieten it. Bridget echoes my thoughts aloud, “your box is squeaking, love, I’ll gather you some fat after we eat. I know your mother would be tutting” I chuckle and thank her as I reach in, pushing everyday tunics aside to find my ceremony wear that sits at the bottom. I need to look my best tonight. I need the high king’s approval and he leads more with his eyes than his head. I pull my long whites out, turning to Bridget for her approval. “Pass them here,” she says, hand outstretched. She looks them over, checking seems.The long white robes drip from her arms, they are heavy and at times impractical but they have always been soft against my skin. The light from the fire dances over them. Eventually she decides they’ll do, or maybe she just knows that I don’t have anything else. ———————————————————————————————————– A guard pushes the tall wooden door open and I walk through, feeling as though I am floating .. Dropping into a low curtsy before the king, I smile broadly; I am where I should be and I will be listened to. There are only a few people in the room and as I rise he waves all but his closest counsel, Uallas, out of the room. I stand confident, straight-backed. . The young king greets me, “Good Evening Feada.” “Good Evening,” I say, my chin high It has not been long since he took the throne from his father. The battle at Clontarin had left him one-eyed. An unfit man is an unfit king so the honour was passed to his son, Daire. “I have read the letter sent by Tadg mac Nuadat. Do you have anything of your own to add?” He is revered as a kind and fair king, and though young, he makes sound choices. Much unlike his father before him. “I do. As you know I have spent much of my training preparing for the very situation we now find ourselves facing. I am not afraid of them, I know what is to be done and will not hesitate to stand before them. I am the thing they must fear.” His eyes move from my face and slowly down my body, taking me in, sizing me up. They dart quickly back to my face. With a small smile and a nod he says, “You need not try to convince me Feada. My name and my men are behind you in your endeavours.” I breathe deeply and thank him, relieved I did not have to fight for his approval. “You are right,” he continues, “this is necessary. I have my conditions though Feada, we will be cautious, visit Fourcuil and Reen first to collect information. We will keep this from our people, you will travel with three trained soldiers of your choosing as well as your fellow druid. No one else may know the breadth of our endeavors. We cannot allow word to get to them before we do. Once you have visited the villages you will return and report directly to me before you venture further.” He looks at me, right at me, with eyebrows raised. I lower my head slowly, head bent as I say, “Yes, I understand. I thank you again, humbly.” His face has softened when I sneak a glance. “That is all then.” He says, turning back to his fire. “Uallas, see Feada out.” ———————————————————————————————————– I dress quickly, practical and warm today rather than the frivolities of yesterday. My brown bratt, though older and much more worn than it’s red russet sibling, it is also thick and much warmer. It lies better across my shoulders, probably given I am rarely seen without it. It will serve me well today, the wind starting to rattle at the door. The training fields stretch out over a few hundred paces around the king’s buildings. Flat and well drained they are used for training year round with pauses for festival weeks. They are kept free of livestock and as much as possible - from too much mud or flooding. It’s well known that Daire enjoys watching training from the high windows. Today there is a double line of men and women, hands at their sides, awaiting instruction. They are all kinds, young, old, tall and wide. I walk slowly along, taking them in. I will spend the majority of the day watching them and try to decide on three by evening meal. I dismiss them with a hand wave, watching them disperse to archery targets, swords and horses. Their master, Fiachra, stands with me adding small comments, pointing out the particularly talented and most importantly - keeping notes for me. He knows each of their skills and weaknesses and will prove indispensable. It doesn’t rain solidly all day, mercifully there are breaks every once in a while to allow some hope to return. The men perform well despite, they are well used to training in downpours and blizzards. I, however, do not fare as well and find myself cold to the bone after the first hour. Stand outs were two young men, brothers, who worked much better together than they did apart. They play off one another, fluid in their movement and confident; laughing as they shoot their arrows and touch swords. The third warrior catches my eye for a different reason. She was tall and slim, her hair pulled out of her face and plaited down her back. She is studied and purposeful, carefully planning the smallest movement of her fingers on the bow string. She is unaware of me watching her, unlike most of the others that look over their shoulder to check I am paying attention before they attempt anything vaguely impressive. She is even more utterly unaware of what I am thinking as I do. I wonder what it would take for me to distract her, to make her eyes divert from their target. Small kisses along her neck perhaps? A whisper of my breath in her ear? How much to make her strong bow arm weak? I pretend. For the next few hours, to be uncertain about who to choose. I hum and haw, asking Fiachra questions I know the answer to. Eventually I ‘settle’ on my three choices.

#writing #writer #writing fantasy #writers on tumblr #writeblr #new writer #writing advice #my writing #tamore

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

Ceo Draiochta

@salzrand - so once a long time ago, I watched this lovely little Irish/Canadian miniseries called “Random Passage” and one of the characters is a disgraced priest who quotes the first stanza of this poem to the woman he loves (but can’t let himself love because drama, ya know) and I was totally hooked because oh yeah, I have a type 😂 Sharing on here, because the Jorah/Dany vibes are wild in this <3 Through the deep night a magic mist led me like a simpleton roaming the land, no friends of my bosom beside me, an outcast in places unknown. I stretched out dejected and tearful in a nut-sheltered wood all alone and prayed to the bright King of Glory with 'Mercy!' alone on my lips. My heart, I declare, full of turmoil in that wood with no human sound nigh, the thrush's sweet voice the sole pleasure, ever singing its tunes on each bough. Then a noble sidh-girl sat beside me like a saint in her figure and form: in her countenance roses contended with white - and I know not which lost. Though lost to myself till that moment, with love for the lady I throbbed and I found myself filled with great pleasure that she was directed my way. How it fell, I write out in these verses - how I let my lips speak unrestrained, the sweet things that I told the fair maiden as we stretched on the green mountain-slope

"Are you, languid-eyed lady who pierced me with love for your face and your form, the Fair-One caused hordes to be slaughtered as they write in the Battle of Troy? Or the mild royal girl who let languish the chief of Boru and his troop? Or the queen who decreed that the great prince from Howth follow far in pursuit?" Delicious, sweet, tender, she answered, ever shedding tears down in her pain: "I am none of those women you speak of, and I see that you don't know my clan. I'm the bride wed in bliss for a season - under right royal rule - to the King over Caiseal of Conn and of Eoghan who ruled undisputed o'er Fodla. "Gloomy my state, sad and mournful, by horned tyrants daily devoured, and heavy oppressed by grim blackguards while my prince is set sailing abroad. I look to the great Son of Glory to send my lion back to his sway in his strong native towns, in good order, to flay the swarth goats with his blades."

"Mild, golden-haired, courteous fair lady, of true royal blood, and no lie, I mourn for your plight among blackguards, sad and joyless, dark under a pall. If your King to his strong native mansions the Son of Glory should send, in His aid, those swarth goats - swift, freely and willing - with shot I would joyfully flay!" "If our Stuart returned o'er the ocean to the lands of Inis Ailge in full course with a fleet of Louis' men, and the Spaniard's, by dint of joy truly I'd be on a prancing steed of swift mettle ever sluicing them out with much shot - after which I'd not injure my spirit standing guard for the rest of my life."

-Eoghan Rua O Suilleabhain's “Ceo Draiochta” (Translated by Thomas Kinsella)

#poetry #irish poems #ceo draiochta #jorah mormont #daenerys targaryen #jorah x dany #jorah x daenerys #jorleesi #<3

[umbaren]

friendly reminder that i'm in love with ur and solorises' blogs and all the lore u two have created 🥺

THANK YOU SO MUCH. eoghan and i have been building our lore up over the past two years on discord, mostly through rants on how disney did... pm everyone dirty, but i think i can speak for both of us when i say that we both appreciate this so much.

we haven’t been mutuals for long but i’ve pm read all the posts on your blog and i absolutely adore the care and attention you give to cara, a character who’s only flaw was to be played by a racist rat. i really hope we get the chance to write together bc i’m basically just sitting here staring at your blog with hearteyes.

#carasyntha #i'm not crying shut up #solorises

[gothamloveforever]

This is the second article that Film Daily has published about Gotham.

Gotham is an innovative show based on DC Comics characters and produced by Warner Bros. Television. The Batman origin narrative helped us, as rapt viewers understand how our favorite heroes (Batman) and villains (The Joker, Penguin) came to be the way they are. It also cast a light on just how Gotham City became the wretched crime-filled cesspool we all know & love.

Despite general network issues (the old “being moved to a much worse timeslot” thing), Gotham’s fanbase managed to rally Fox into renewing the show for a fifth and final season – a whopping two seasons short of what the fanbase were promised.

Gotham certainly doesn’t have a shortage of fans or viewers but Fox, like many networks before, has been using the outdated Neilsen rating system to make decisions about shows’ popularity. Let’s be serious: who under the age of 70 actually watches live TV anymore?

Just because an episode gets a viewing figure below that of a series premiere or finale, that doesn’t mean the viewership has fallen considerably. Networks now have a responsibility to establish a dialogue with streaming platforms to consolidate more accurate figures and finally find out for themselves which are the best performers.

Because Gotham is a Warner Bros. production, not a Fox property, sadly the show was less lucrative and more expendable for the network. The show being packaged with the hot mess Lethal Weapon for advertising partnerships also didn’t do the show any favors.

We’ve got plenty of ideas on how Gotham could be saved, but today we’re focusing on what the fans think of the show. TV execs: prick up your ears. Don’t you want to help this incredibly passionate fandom with a continuation of the stories that they love? We would . . . .

These tweets have been edited and condensed for clarity. Join the campaign to #SaveGotham over on Twitter. (Tweets by Fans, under the cut.

Beatriz‏

“Gotham lost about 54 episodes of content, the character development and storylines were lost due to that, some characters had to be killed, others didn’t have the screen time they deserved. We fans were not happy about it.”

Bandi

“People say that Gotham doesn’t need saving because it’s getting an ending. This is true, but the ending we’re getting isn’t the planned one. The writers had plans for 7 seasons. That’s a lot of story left! We got 4.5 instead.”

#SaveGotham | #Gotham spoilers‏

“Gotham is such an original show. It the closest thing we got to a live action adaption of the Batman origin story universe and it’s so good!”

catherine haverty‏

“Gotham is The Coolest Show.”

Angela #SAVEGOTHAM‏

“This show has been mishandled for so many years by the network. Not only was there so little promotion,the use of a outdated & inaccurate rating system(Nielsen),but there was so much drama that went on with Warner Brothers & Fox. All this played a part in getting Gotham cancelled.”

#Gotham | Thursdays 8PM on FOX‏

“Gotham inspires such devotion! The fandom has been holding daily Power Hours on Twitter for an entire year, as of May; advocating for Gotham, writing letters and emails; utilizing other forms of social media. It’s all a labor of love! #SaveGotham”

#SaveGotham!‏

“Gotham is an exciting, daring sort of show with characters that no other show quite has. For lack of better explanation, Barbara Kean said it best on the show: It’s Gotham, baby. We’ve all got flair!”

Liz  ‏

“Gotham is a show that truly deserves more than is has received. For years we’ve watched the early lives of beloved characters in the Batman universe grow into who we know they’ll become. Each of these characters are played by actors that pour their soul into their work.”

Mr. Millicent Cordelia‏

“Gotham’s provided a fresh take on the Batman mythos, created original characters of lasting merit, and re-worked minor comic characters to have major impact. #SaveGotham”

James Rankin‏

“For years, peeps have been denied a Batman TV show. Gotham was never that, but it had the makings of revealing all of the back stories. “

λουισα‏

“This show deserves better. The acting is incredible, the writing never cease to surprise, the atmosphere of the show is powerful, the fights are good, the costumes are great! It’s one of the best if not DC TV’s best show and it didn’t deserve to end like this.”

Gothambatcatfanspain‏

“We want to see development of the characters with the same actors. We love the cast, they deserve to continue.”

Svetlana‏

“Gotham is such an interesting show. I want this show  to continue, I’m not ready to say goodbye to my favourite characters.”

#Gotham spoilers here | #SaveGotham‏

“Not giving the seven seasons they were contracted for…That’s unfair.”

Kate O’Riley Cosplay

“Fox and Warner Brothers were constantly fighting over  because one owns the right to the characters and the other was broadcasting it and they all wanted the most  out of it .”

Mr. Millicent Cordelia‏

“I never imagined Oswald Cobblepot as the most compelling character in the Bat-verse, but Robin Lord Taylor has brought him to life in such a way as to make him endearing, charismatic, terrifying, and endlessly fascinating.”

Destiny‏

“Gotham is a show that’s been pushed aside by the network one to many times and it needs to have a full story without cutting massive plot lines out, it’s insulting to the fans not to finish it off properly! #SaveGotham”

DONT LET GOTHAM END!! #SAVEGOTHAM‏

“Gotham has some of the most wonderful story telling and some amazing villains out there. Some great action too and I would love for it to continue its 7 season run like it was supposed to.”

MORDRED LLEWELYN JONES‏

“Gotham fully embraces everything that DC can offer in a way that films & even comics fail to do. The violence, grief, dark humour, love, struggle, psychology, charisma etc. It paints a beautiful picture & showcases just how much DC is capable of in a way which nothing else has.”

#Gotham | Thursdays 8PM on FOX‏

“Gotham’s production values, art direction, and cinematography are of a quality so high which is very unusual for TV. It rivals the quality that’s usually reserved for films.”

Ellen Sunden

“Gotham is a cleverly written and brilliantly acted show with top notch special effects and wardrobe designs.”

“Gotham’s Season 5 has an ultra-impressive 100% on Rotten Tomatoes…a score reserved only for the best of the best in film and TV shows!”

#SaveGotham | #Gotham spoilers‏

“Gotham is totally different from the other DCTV shows as it’s an origin story for characters of the Batman universe. It’s original, dark, funny, esgy, action-packed with some humor, exactly like the comic books. The cast is big and very talented especially Bruce and Selina.”

Tam Loves Kris

“Gotham is a home to so many quality characters that are played by a wonderful cast of people. The fans know what they want and we hope for what is right. #SaveGotham”

Angela #SAVEGOTHAM‏

“Gotham was treated unfairly, so fans have been campaigning to #SaveGotham, tweeting every single day for 10 months. We’re missing 2.5 seasons and we hope to recover them someday. The talent on this show is extraordinary to watch and hope a network can pick up the show ”

nicolle | GOTHAM SPOILERS‏

“This show is so unique and creative.”

Eoghan  

“I believe it should be saved as there’s many more more stories to tell. Giving more development to Jeremiah, seeing Bruce as Batman and everyone in their future roles. I feel like Gotham is the perfect combination of The Dark Knight Trilogy And the 60’s Batman TV show. It’s great.”

#SaveGotham!‏

“Gotham is a creative take on traditional comic stories. The actors who portray their characters do so with passion and individually bring fresh, unique takes to the characters they obviously care so much about.”

shane   nygmobs endgame now‏

“Gotham’s latest season currently scores 100% on Rotten Tomatoes. It’s a unique take on the Batman mythos that’s embraced the exploration and development of these iconic characters in a prequel, which has never been done before. And yet, there is still so much left to delve into.”

E. Nygma‏

“There hasn’t been a live action Batman TV series since 1966. Put aside the format of the original series. It was revolutionary and could easily fit in today’s market! Gotham may be a prequel show, but it’s absolutely a continuation of the original series! Let it go on!”

ᔕIEᖇᖇᗩ // Gᴏᴛ Hᴀᴍ?‏

“Gotham is one of the reasons I am still here today. The cast and the fans have helped me through so much. I used to be afraid to show my love for superhero’s but bc of this show I am happy to express it. One of the best tv series there is today. And that does not deserve to go.”

lee‏

“Speaking as a lifelong Batman/DC fan Gotham has put its own unique spin on the franchise that has brought new life to the franchise and new fans. The fans want the show to continue. The creators want it. The actors want it. Gotham deserves a second chance.”

ulia‏

“This show is outstanding and it’s absolutely incomprehensible how this show was cancelled.”

Kathryn   ‏

“Gotham is the only modern Batman interpretation with constantly increasing ratings, an amazing cast and memorable characters. There isnt a single character thats lacks personality.”

Space_Invader/Spoilers!‏

“Gotham is unique in every way and you can tell the people that work on it, cast and crew, love working on it. It’s in every detail of the show, in every interview they do. The deserve to grow even more.”

KatsaysNo| Gothamit‏

“Gotham has a beautiful cast and great story arcs that can still be extended, so many characters that are fleshed out and amazing to see on tv!”

Beverly‏

“At this point, Gotham would be better off on a network or streaming channel that will give it the freedom to keep making the episodes that keeps fans so loyal. Each season has gotten better. Who knows what could happen if it continues.”

Aurea‏

“I love Gotham! well-acted, visually appealing show.”

Shae Anderson

“We need to #SaveGotham because the retelling of these stories that we are so familiar with has been done so beautifully.”

simplyandsanely‏

“I’m not going to lie: I started watching #Gotham just to see what they were going to do with the Joker. But as time went on, I grew to love this show that’s helped grow so many characters in such a unique way.”

☆ sam‏

“No one has ever done a story about young Bruce Wayne growing up, no one has ever seen the backstories of villains. The characters are amazing, the actors are amazing, the fans are worldwide and so extremely passionate about this show #SaveGotham”

ρнσєиιx  ‏

“Gotham went down in viewership because of the networks handling.”

charlie sora | #SaveGotham‏

“We were originally promised 7 seasons. In 2 weeks we will reach the most anticipated moment of the whole series, the arrival of Joker and Batman. But we will only have a 45 minute episode to see this happen which is extremely sad for fans.”

“We still haven’t explored major characters. This is extremely sad considering how well the writers have done.”

Brooke Brown‏

“This show just keeps getting better and better. Gotham just has so much potential that was completely wasted on Fox.”

Ana‏

“Gotham quite literally breathed new life into me with its inspiring characters and plots. The takes on the familiar Batman characters  are unique and interesting, the cast is superb, and this show has a lot more stories to tell – and fans who want to see them

#SaveGotham”

Anders‏

“Gotham’s a great drama show with dark humor & amazing visual. Plus it’s great to see several lgbt+ characters in the main cast.”

Mirela‏

“I think there are many reasons why the show shouldn’t end yet and I’m sure a lot of fans have already pointed it out before.”

Scheming Minor‏

“As a lifelong Batman fan, Gotham has meant new beginnings and creative new ways to wind the mythos of Batman’s beginnings and before. It’s hard to pick where to start, but this show make me jump back into the Batman fandom after watching from S1.”

Mariah Sturtevant‏

“The cast and crew both are absolutely amazing! Everything from set to costume to music to characters is breathtaking and it makes the show truly immersive. We care about the characters because the actors make them real. That’s why it should be saved.”

Sadame21‏

“It does not deserve to end this way, at least someone make Penguin a spinoff please!”

James Gordon’s Stan‏

“It’s a show filled with mystery, interesting topics, and many characters were under developed because of this cancelling.”

Batmanfan935‏

“It is the perfect take on the Batman universe.”

Reah #SAVEGOTHAM‏

“The style is dramatic, edgy, and thrilling in it’s exposition for a new age in the Batman timeline. We’re still starving for more. #SaveGotham”

#Gotham #SaveGotham #Film Daily #Gotham article

[captain-nyxquillspear]

Changing of the Guard || Slyx

TLDR; Nyx has a conversation with Sled about the future of the Scouting Guard... and feelings?

@runnerless-sled

Nyx knew with all the changes going on, she had to make sure that the future Queen was in good hands. So she tailed Sled’s detail with the to-be queen, watching as he stood in the corner and gave her space, watched closely as clumsies came up to her and she went up to them asking questions.

All-in-all, she was fairly pleased with his training, despite his sometimes dopey sort of look, Sled was still keen to his surroundings even when it seemed he wasn’t paying close attention.

She tested this by kicking a rock a few feet away from him as he glanced to the future queen, “Fancy meeting you here, Captain.” He grinned as she now approached him and Atta. “Sled, seems you’re doing well with the queen apprentice.”

He just grinned, and waved at Atta to come over so he could talk to the Scouting Guard Captain. “Yes, it’s all been quiet. You can ask Miss Atta.”

Nyx cleared her throat slightly, “When you return to the Hollow, I’d like to speak with you.” And with that she ducked out of sight again, going over what she wished to speak with Sled about in her head on her way back to the Hollow.

------

When Sled returned he made his way to the Perch where Nyx was looking out onto the training grounds, little apprentices throwing their first spears and trying to string up their bows. 

As he came to stand with her, Nyx had a sort of wistful look on her face, it was softer than he’d seen in a while. “You know, Eoghan,” He didn’t think he’d ever heard her say this first name before, “I took this position quite a few moons ago because it was the only thing I felt I still had control of that filled my life.”

“And something else is.” The former sledding talent said gently. People didn’t think he noticed, but although he may not be the smartest of the scribes, he was observant and wise like a snow owl on its perch, watching the little forest animals scatter and go about their business. Nyx had been distant lately. She’d been completing her duties, but there were less nights he saw her holed up in the Perch going over plans. 

The Captain gave a slight nod, “I know many look to you over me despite you not having been a Scout in name for long. You’ve lived the moons I have many times over.” Sled went to protest but Nyx held up a hand, “Don’t worry, I’m not giving up the seat... but I may have to ask you to act in my stead soon, or maybe for you to aid someone else in that position.” 

Sled raised his brows with a bit of a smile, “Nyx Quillspear? Taking a break from duty?”

She all but growled in response, her arms crossing, “I can do without your teasing thank you, Scout talent Sled.”

The sledder just chuckled and put a hand on the shoulder of the smaller fairy, “I think it’ll be good for you, Nyx. Truly. For both of you.”

It was then that Nyx fully turned to Sled, straight-faced, “I don’t know who you’re talking about. I didn’t mention anyone.”

Sled smirked slightly, “She’s not just anyone to mention, Captain Nyx” 

Nyx couldn’t help the slight upturn of the corner of her lips, “Indeed.”

The older fairy’s eyes clouded slightly, as if he weren’t present in this moment but in somewhere long ago, “Don’t wait.” Nyx could hear the layer of pain? Hurt? Regret? That lay under his even tone. She knew Sled had a lot he’d lost back when they first came to Hollow. “Your duty will always be here. She won’t.”

“Eoghan...” Nyx sighed, “I know you’re a sledding talent but you’re dragging around a big burden on those runners that you won’t let anyone else help with.”

He offered a sad smile, “Well, maybe I’ll work on that in your absence.” She gave him a bit more of a stern look, “Okay. I will work on that in your absence, Captain.”

“Good.” She turned back towards the entrance, fluttering her wings, “We never had this conversation.”

He called after her with a bit of a smile in his voice, “Goin’ so soon, Captain? Thought you had somethin’ to tell me?”

#slyx

[cliodhnaeoghan]

Character questions

► Name ➔    “Cliodhna Eoghan....pronounced “Klee-U-nah” Though I mostly go by Clio or Lieutenant Eoghan.”

► Are you single ➔ "No”

► Are you happy ➔   “In general? I guess.”

► Are you angry? ➔   “Not at the moment.”

► Are your parents still married ➔   “Isn’t the phrase ‘till death do we part’ ?”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Ala Mhigo.”

► Hair Color ➔ “Tawny gold.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Emerald green.” *Tugs down tinted glasses*

► Birthday ➔ “Tenth sun, second astral moon....You don’t get to know the year.”

► Mood ➔ “Passive unless I’m working and you bother me”

► Gender ➔ “Female.”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Summer, then again it always feels like summer in Thanalan, I hate being cold.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon, it is when my day typically starts”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Yes, I wouldn’t be married otherwise.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “No, that’s stupid, You can be attracted to someone but not in “love” right away.”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “I did...I end most of them.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  "I’m sure more than the ones I’m aware of..”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Afraid is a rather strong term....I would say more adverse”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Yes...” *Weird look* “Why is this a question?”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Not currently as far as I know.“

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “I’d like to think I’m too jaded for that.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Lust, it’s simpler, easier to satisfy and fun....Love gets complicated if you let it.”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Iced tea with a splash of rum”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Dogs, I own two in fact and they’re not prone to hairballs.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I have a few friends but even fewer of them would I count as “best”.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Why not both?”

► Day or night ➔ “Nighttime, it’s quiet, I can work with minimal interruption and I function better that way”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Only before I learned to sneak better.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Not that I recall...”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes but that usually resulted in actual physical harm and not the metaphoric I think you’re referring to.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “There are times....“ *sly grin*

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes, there is so much emotion to them and they rarely lie...Smiles can be faked.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Taller than me at least.”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “You need something substantial under the pretty wrapping..”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Before I got married, I was more inclined to hookups...It depended on the situation honestly.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “My family now is Erik, his grandfather and my step-daughters...I try with them but I don’t think that it will ever feel natural for me.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Doesn’t everyone?”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Dragged away more like, but I ran from there eventually so yes in a sense.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “The Saint Reymanaud Cathedral didn’t approve of my clothing choices.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “If I don’t like a person, they know Trust me.”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Yes, I wouldn’t be speaking to them if they weren’t.“

► Who is your best friend ➔ “Cinna....Seriously what kind of question is this, I’m not a child that rates the people I know.”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Tellah, Erik’s grandfather only because it is impossible to lie to that man.” *huffs*

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[fluidpuck]

i need to be stretched out and prodded like stimming slime

#i have a full day rehearsal tomorrow oof #this is your eoghan speaking