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stillness-in-green · 3 years

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Thoughts on Chapter 314 (and surrounding events)

Being a loose summary of several things I thought about in relation to the leaks, what they say about the series as a whole, a bit of new operating headcanon on the Peerless Thief, and a dash of how fandom is responding to the revelations. Spoilers, obviously.

This chapter makes it quite clear that the HPSC absolutely would have gone in and eliminated the PLF quietly, lethally, and wholly unlawfully if Hawks hadn't reported back the numbers that he did. The only reason the raid involved non-Commission-affiliated heroes at all is because the PLF's manpower was simply too much for the Commission to deal with via their usual methods. I'm both appalled that the disregard for human rights in HeroAca Land is somehow even worse than I thought it was and smug that that tiny little piece I recently posted criticizing the PLF's treatment has turned out to be totally justified and supported by the canon.[1] (Note that this does not absolve Horikoshi of the responsibility to, himself, treat the PLF better than paper dolls tossed into the incinerator of Plot Irrelevance when they cease being convenient to his story.) The fact that the Commission was forced to involve heroes might mean Re-Destro, Mr. Compress and the others are somewhat safer than might otherwise be the case. Because of the involvement of the unsuspecting stooges law-abiding heroes, and because the botched raid became such a huge disaster, there’s far more public scrutiny on this than would otherwise be the case. Of course, "accidents" can still happen,[2] especially in a chaotic environment, but the factors above (combined with Clone!RD murdering the bejeezus out of the Lady Prez) do, I think, suggest that there probably isn't an organized push for quick solutions going on behind closed doors.

I don't think Nagant has been around for a terribly long time or that there was an uptick in vigilantism in recent years—I think the scene where she mentions vigilantes becoming accepted as heroes is just in reference to the early history of heroism. It's in keeping with what Tsukauchi Makoto described in Vigilantes, and forms the basis of the current system—the current system that Nagant was a single cog in a big machine grinding away to preserve.

Speaking of Nagant and the system, it's interesting to me that one of the groups Nagant apparently targeted at the HPSC's behest was corrupt heroes—those who colluded with villains or specifically goaded/incited civilians into using their quirks illegally, thus turning civilians into capital-V Villains in the eyes of the law. One might easily say that targeting corrupt heroes (albeit using a much broader definition of "corrupt") was Stain's whole shtick, but it actually puts me more in mind of the Peerless Thief, Harima Oji. Harima punished greedy or corrupt heroes with theft, and presumably with a measure of declaration and exposure,[3] then distributed their money back to the streets. Someone who ridicules those who abuse their power, and gets away with it for long enough to build a reputation: that right there is a recipe for a folk hero. The HPSC, in whatever form they existed at the time, obviously couldn't let that go on—such repeated humiliations would weaken peoples’ faith in (and obedience to) the system the HPSC was trying to build. At the same time, though, it would also weaken faith in the system to openly acknowledge that system's flaws, to acknowledge that some pretty awful people had found their way into the heroics business specifically for the power and ability to abuse it that the title of Hero afforded them. Public trials would make it a matter of record that some heroes—and, accordingly, heroes at large—did not deserve the public's unquestioning faith. Obviously in a system that was built from the ground up on faith, that was unacceptable. And so Harima was branded a supervillain for exposing the system's flaws, while the corrupt heroes who embodied those flaws to begin with were—and continue to be—quietly disposed of at the HPSC’s discretion.

There's a lot of talk around about how Lady Nagant is stupid, or hypocritical, or delusional, or whatever other dismissive adjective people want to use, because she expresses a preference for AFO's rule over the HPSC's. Firstly, I think it's dubious Lit Crit to fault a character for not being a Paragon of Rationality, especially when they're under the cascading stressors Nagant has been under since she was, what, 13? 14? Forced to live this dichotomy of smiling gallant hero and ruthless covert assassin, had her life threatened by the man who'd taken her in,[4] probably dumped in Tartarus until such time as her trial could be held,[5] and kept in those ghastly, dehumanizing conditions for who knows how long? How shocking, that her objectivity might be somewhat compromised! Secondly, it's not like she's saying that AFO's rule would be a sunny walk in the park. The kanji she uses doesn't even mean "better"; while it can mean serene or tranquil, her more likely meaning is clear/transparent. Her phrasing indicates that she's aware it would be pretty bad; she's simply of the opinion that at least his rule wouldn't be a sham, a pretty lie. It would be bad, but everyone would know it. No one would have these comforting illusions they could lose at any time; if you stepped out of line and got shot in the head by an assassin, well, at least you would probably know you that being defiant was running that risk, rather than never seeing it coming because you'd been told all your life that Heroes Didn't Do That To People. Again, this is a woman whose life was shattered no less than three times by the duplicity of the highest acting authority in this comic.[6] She doesn't have to be Objectively Correct By The Standards Of Ethical Utilitarianism—nor do you have to agree with her choice that because she doesn’t want to live in the Matrix, no one else should get to either—for her opinion to make sense from her own perspective! Thirdly, while I think it's fair to say that the HPSC and AFO actually use fairly similar methods to recruit followers and punish dissenters, we have no idea how much Nagant herself knows about AFO's recruitment tactics other than her own brief experience of it. And while AFO is a controlling and manipulative bastard, at least in his case it's coming from a man who openly styles himself as a Demon King, not an organization positioning itself as lawful regulators of the protectors of society at large while secretly training child soldiers to flagrantly violate every law protecting the human rights and due process of that society's people.

Overhaul's presence is delightful, and yes, he is a victim of Hero Society, if only because Hero Society could have put him in some kind of prison-based rehab facility after Shigaraki was through with him, but chose to dispose of him in Tartarus instead, for absolutely no justifiable cause. I suspect it's only due to Horikoshi not being very interested in the harsh realities of the trauma caused by enforced isolation[7] that Overhaul is the only Tartarus escapee that talks to himself and has dissociated from reality almost completely. Overhaul's maiming was not the fault of Hero Society, nor did Hero Society force him to torture Eri and repeatedly commit cold-blooded murder. But his madness? Yeah, I'm pretty comfortable laying that one at Hero Society's feet, actually. I can’t wait for Deku to have to face the victim that Chisaki Kai has become due to levels of systemic cruelty and negligence that really ought to be criminal—and which, if this were real life, would be.

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[1] Lady Nagant: *talks about how the Hero Society everyone believes in is illusory, a thin fake over a brutal reality, and that returning to the false simplicity of that status quo will only cause history to repeat itself* Me, two weeks ago: Hero Society will never stop creating its own villains so long as, every time it fails people, it does nothing but shrug and write off the victims as unavoidable, inevitable sacrifices for the greater good.

[2] Yes, I'm still highly suspicious of the "Destro committed suicide in prison" claim.

[3] Compress tells us Harima “preached reformation,” but regardless, you don’t dress up in a modified kabuki costume and waltz midair through nighttime cityscapes raining cash out of the sky if you’re trying to keep your activities a secret.

[4] And her family situation couldn't have been much better than Hawks', if she was targeted by the HPSC to begin with. I would guess she was an orphan in the childcare system, easy to move from whatever alternative care arrangement she was in, be it an orphanage, a group home, or simply mature enough despite her relative youth that she lived alone on government support payments—that kind of thing isn't as unbelievable in Japan as it is in the U.S.—to the HPSC's care.

[5] And given what we learned between this chapter and 297, I doubt she was even allowed to be present for it. Japanese law states that everyone by default is supposed to be present for their own trial, but as in the U.S, that right can be waived if the defendant proves themselves to be a threat to the safety of the judge, court staff and other attendees. And of course, what a threat the HPSC could have painted her as being!

[6] At least until Hori deigns to show us a damn Diet session.

[7] To say nothing of the physical consequences of spending six months stuck in a tiny room with no natural light while frequently being strapped into a straitjacket, of which there should also be several.

#bnha spoilers #bnha 314 #boku no hero academia #hero public safety commission #paranormal liberation front #harima oji #lady nagant #overhaul bnha #my writing?

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welllpthisishappening · 6 years

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I feel like I should tell you that second last bullet point about PK and Matt made me cry immediately wow the emotions Laura

Hellooooooo anon. I AM HERE TO FORCE MY HOCKEY DOG EMOTIONS ON YOU, IN A WAY THAT SOUNDS FAR LESS THREATENING THAN THAT. Here are some more emotions that got decidedly more emotional as I wrote them.

Age update because there are words here: Matt just got drafted. So he’s almost 21, Peggy is 17 closing in on 18 and Chris is 11. This is a few months after Getting in the Shooting Lanes and goes along with this post about the dog Will and Belle adopt. His name is PK. That story is here.

I’ve got no excuse for this except how often Tyler Seguin posts about his dogs. Also, like, how much I want Chris Jones to be certain his older brother is the best player in the entire NHL ever. Alright, let’s get emotional:

“So, uh, Mom, you think you’re ever going to stop crying, or, like…what’s the deal?”

Emma glanced down, narrowing her eyes slightly at the smiling kid in front of her – decked in head to toe Rangers team apparel and that was actually pretty impressive because she could not begin to fathom where he got shoes with the appropriate color scheme.

Chris smiled, rocking back on the heels of those same shoes and he spent far too much time wth far too many professional athletes. It was doing wonders for his self-confidence. And, now, there was one more professional athlete to contend with.

Emma was never going to stop crying.

“That’s not an answer, you know,” Chris pointed out, hooking his thumb through the loop in his jeans and most of them had changed at some point between landing at JFK and finding their way back uptown and none of them had really slept. They were a whirlwind of brand-new jerseys that looked oddly familiar because they still said Jones above the number twenty and that was, at least, seventy-six percent of the reason Emma couldn’t stop crying, and there were FaceTime calls to be made and Roland Locksley actually screaming in Philadelphia and Elsa nearly sobbing in Colorado and they should all probably eat something.

Emma couldn’t remember the last time they ate something.

“You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are, kid,” Emma muttered, tugging on the front of Chris’ shirt. He did something ridiculous with his eyebrows.

“And you’re going to set a record for crying in a single day.”

Emma inhaled, something potentially maternal and possibly a bit like grounding on the tip of her tongue, but the eleven-year-old in front of her had grown up far too much in the last few weeks, ankle a normal size again, and he’d spent most of those same few weeks reading any draft information he could find.

He regularly printed out reports that Matt was going to go anywhere except second overall to the Rangers, just so he could crumple them up and dramatically throw them into the corner of the room. Killian found a small mountain of them a few days ago. He made Chris take them out.

And then discussed draft options with Chris for several hours after.

Emma scowled when her kid didn’t stop smirking at her, lips twisted and eyebrows still just as high. She inhaled again, another quick pull of air through her teeth as several voices came from the kitchen.

“Yeah, that’s probably true,” she admitted, and Chris didn’t argue when she pulled him against her side, lips on the top of his hair and the very likely misplaced effort to keep him eleven for the rest of his life.

She was crying again.

“Although Aunt Elsa may give you a run for your money,” Chris added.

“That was just because she saw Dad crying.”

“Dad cried?”

“Oh definitely.”

Chris was silent for a moment, and for half a second Emma felt something dangerously close to terror slink down her spine, a cold rush of worry that landed in the pit of her stomach with an almost audible thump. She swallowed, licking her lips and willing her pulse to stay relatively human. It had been through enough already in the last twenty-four hours.

And she absolutely, positively was not prepared for the sniffle she heard.

Emma twisted on this spot, nearly losing her balance in the process, but Chris’ teeth were digging into his lower lip and he looked a little wobbly himself, eyes squeezed closed and shoulders shifting and—

“Kid,” Emma snapped, crouching in front of him and that was a mistake because he towered over her now. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s the matter? Is this a hunger thing?”

“I’m not an actual baby anymore, Mom, I’m not crying because I’m hungry.”

“Then…”

Chris clicked his tongue, exhaling with a put-upon sound that made him look far older than Emma ever wanted. That felt selfish. But one kid had already gotten drafted that night and the other was getting ready for college and she really had no idea why they’d agreed to come back to Will and Belle’s apartment.

Maybe they had food.

She couldn’t remember if they had food home. Probably not. They’d been far too preoccupied with draft stock and a whole week of prep in Chicago and picking out color-coordinated ties.

“He’s totally going to wreck in the league,” Chris mumbled, eyes still closed, but pointed towards his feet anyway and Emma’s heart could not cope with this. Her whole being could not cope with this. “Just like…he’s probably going to set some kind of rookie scoring record.”

“I think they may have him play in the AHL for awhile.”

“Yeah, right. You’ve seen how fast Matt is, right? We’re desperate for that kind of speed.”

“We?”

Chris’ eyes all but flew open – probably so they could get them as wide as humanly possible when he realized what he said. “Ah, that’s how it works or something, right? Even without my own speed.”

Emma swallowed, not sure she could actually voice the myriad of increasingly sentimental nonsense sitting in the back of her throat and she nearly fell over when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Matt was still wearing the jersey they’d made him put on when they called his name, but there was an actual name on the back now and he smiled at his brother when he met his gaze.

“Keep using the collective pronoun, C,” Matt said. “But Mom may be right about the AHL. We’ll see how camp goes.”

Chris rolled his eyes. They were getting as good a workout as Emma’s pulse. “Are you serious?” he scoffed, and there were more footsteps and she didn’t even have to look up when Killian moved next to her.

“That’s usually how it works, kid,” Killian reasoned.

“You didn’t play in the AHL.”

“Ah, well, he’s got you on that one,” Emma muttered, glancing up and Killian’s smirk was a bit more fine-tuned than either one of their kids. They’d get there. Probably. They were all far too competitive not to.

“If this is about MD playing in the Garden on opening night, then I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Peggy shouted from the kitchen. She was probably sitting on the counter. Emma was almost surprised there was a plaque there, designating it as Margaret Elsa Jones’ space and solely for Margaret Elsa Jones.

Matt clicked his tongue. “Wow, that’s actually kind of rough, Mar.”

“And not true,” Chris added. “You seen our centermen? Their face-off percentage is the worst.”

“I mean not the worst,” Killian shrugged. “It got better last season.”

“Dad. It’s not good. It’s not totally your fault, you’re not a centermen. But I bet Matt could help out.”

“Wow, thanks for that incredible vote of confidence, C,” Matt mumbled, the smile still on his face when he tugged Chris towards him. “Although he’s right about that face-off percentage, Dad. Embarrassing.”

Killian groaned, holding out a hand for Emma and she didn’t quite stumble into his side, but it was awfully close and she’d blame the whole thing on dehydration via crying. So, naturally, there was something else to cry about immediately.

And maybe the real reason they’d come back to Will and Belle’s apartment.

Matt made a noise that somewhere closer to a yelp of excitement than anything else, Peggy all but leaping out of the kitchen and sprinting towards the living room, somehow sliding into both of her brothers when her socks proved unable to provide any traffic on the hardwood floor.

“Ah, of course,” Killian mumbled, mostly into Emma’s hair when his mouth landed there and her vision was already starting to swim in front of her eyes.

And, really, she should have known from the very beginning because, really, they’d been with that dog from the very beginning and Emma was almost surprised Roland didn’t demand to be put on this FaceTime phone call too. He and Matt regularly argued over who was PK’s favorite.

It might have been Chris.

“It’s definitely Chris,” Killian muttered. He winked when Emma gaped at him.

“God, you’re the only reason Chris thinks he’s as funny as he’s absolutely not. Why are you a mindreader?”

“You’re not very good at disguising your emotions when you’re weeping them out, love.”

“Oh, shut up. You could use some eye drops too.”

He didn’t quite blush, but the tips of his ears went read, eyebrows twisted and another kiss pressed to her temple. “I wouldn’t say no, honestly.”

“You guys are missing this moment,” Will announced, perched on the arm of his couch with his fingers wrapped around Belle’s shoulder and Matt was kneeling on the floor in the first Rangers jersey that was his, making faces at a dog that had been as much a part of his childhood as anything.

Emma was seriously never going to stop crying.

“Make sure you get the good angles,” Belle laughed, and Chris hummed in response, a phone in his hand and a smile on his face. “That way we get all the likes.”

“Ah, we’re going to get all the likes, aren’t we?” Matt asked, an absurd twist of facial expressions at a dog who was drifting very close to ancient, but still managed to get down the hallway when he realized the Jones Line had come to visit.

“This is honestly the best part of the weekend,” Peggy announced. “Way better than those facts we learned about Chicago.”

Kilian groaned. “You appreciated those facts. You had no idea the world’s first skyscraper was built in Chicago.”

“Somehow I feel like I’d have gotten by without this information.”

“But now you know and you can brag about it.”

“When would that ever come up?”

“Make it happen, Margaret.”

“Oh my God.”

Emma laughed, burrowing her head into Killian’s chest and that was a mistake because Belle mentioned angles again and Matt was still making faces when she looked up, mumbling a string of barely understandable words to a dog who absolutely could not hear him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Matt laughed. He was on his stomach now, sprawled out across the floor without a single care to what it was doing to his jersey. “Listen, PK, listen, listen, I’ve got exciting news, man.”

PK barked in response.

“Yeah, that’s right. Listen, hey, remember when we were kids and we made Rol practice that one wrist shot and then you showed up and made sure we could get the puck back? Well, it totally worked, PK because I got drafted.”

Another bark.

And several sniffles.

A world record for crying. Right there in Belle and Will’s apartment.

“He’s going to get called up by Thanksgiving,” Chris announced, eyes flashing back to Emma and Killian like either of them would be wiling to contradict him. “I’ll bet you guys Matt’s signing bonus.”

“No deal,” Matt grinned. He hadn’t gotten off the floor yet, but no one told him to move and Chris handed Emma the phone so she could actually hit upload when all three Jones kids moved to brush their fingers over PK’s back.

“Thanksgiving,” Chris repeated. “At the latest.”

The video got an absolutely ridiculous amount of hits, Roland leaving several caps lock comments about MISSING OUT and, three days before Thanksgiving, with the Rangers playing in Vancouver, Emma’s phone rang – “Mom,” Matt said, and she could hear the giddy sound his voice, the way it managed to crack on three letters and one word and all that meaning. She sat down.

They almost missed puck drop, calling in every favor from every single person they knew and Graham met them at the airport, ignoring several laws on both sides of the border to get them there on time and Emma cried again.

So did Killian. So did Peggy. It made the phone in her hand shake.

Chris didn’t. He smiled.

“Told you.”

#cs ff #captain swan #laura rambles #blue line rambles #blue line one shots #WOW HERE ARE SOME EMOTIONS ANON #can you tell how much i want a dog #this family is so stupid #they all love each other so much

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canaryatlaw · 5 years

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okay, well today was decent. I woke up to my alarm at 11:30 and got ready for my psychiatrist appointment. we’re at the once every three months to get meds refilled state, which is fine with me. I know I’ve said this before but like, I’m at the point where even if I start to feel depressed unless it gets really bad I’m not going to report anything and fuck with my meds because I’m not taking the chance of them getting messed up and me being practically catatonic for months, and I especially can’t afford to do that if I’m presumably (hopefully) working. but anyway. So I got ready and ate a quick breakfast, than went to catch the bus. This one of the few times I actually take the main street bus north, just four or five stops, until it intersects with the other road where I get off and get on their bus which takes me all the way there. It works pretty well and got me there in good time, a little early but not too early, just like I like it. I got seen pretty quickly. I’m still not like, 100% comfortable with this psychiatrist mostly because he is relatively new (this is maybe like my fourth or fifth time seeing him?) and this is after losing the psychiatrist I adored and had been working with for the past six years when he retired, and I was so comfortable with him, so I think that just kinda exacerbates my anxiety with this new guy. He’s always looking at my medss list and asking questions like “how’s your sleeping?” and when I said good he brought up that I’m on melatonin and was like “so that’s good on melatonin?” and I’m like “well, yeah, in the current state I’m experiencing it it’s fine” and then about side effects on meds and if I was getting dry mouth which I was but I can’t really tell if that’s a side effect of the psych meds or acid reflux/acid reflux meds, so that’s complicated. So that was all kinda awkward but whatever, it was a quick enough appointment and I got what I needed. At the end after he sent the prescriptions to the pharmacy I was trying to remind him about the xanax refills and having to call them in each month and he insisted he had the authority to grant refills of controlled substances, which apparently not all doctors have, and I was just like if that’s true why have we been doing this call method for the last three months?? so I guess we’ll find out what the case is there in a month. I caught the bus from outside the office and rode it to where it intersects with the red line (one stop north of where I generally get off for home) and took that south to Target to get the prescriptions and grab a few other things. I had picked out a recipe to make next week so I was getting ingredients for it, but I’ve since kinda rethought it (I have a very weird thing about making recipes with like, whole pieces of chicken (as opposed to it like cut up or shredded)?? like I just find them like, uncomfortable to think about?? idk it’s weird. I have complicated feelings re: chicken lol. but I found another recipe that using most of the same ingredients with pasta and cut up chicken included which makes me more comfortable lol, and I’ll make the other ingredients fit in somehow. I grabbed a few other things I needed like large envelopes to send some job applications in that wanted submissions by mail, and then to find a bluetooth speaker for Jess because her preschoolers are graduating tomorrow and apparently nobody thought they would need one up until now, I ended up picking one up from their crappy section but then wanted to check their actual electronics section, so I went up there (it’s on their second floor) and picked up a similar speaker that appeared to do the same thing but was $10 more, so I asked the guys working there if there were really any difference between the two, and they were basically like “the [target brand one from the crappy section] is terrible quality and will break on you in the first hour you use it” so that was that lol and I sprung for the more expensive one. I checked in with the pharmacy because I hadn’t gotten a text from them yet about the prescriptions being ready and they said it would just be another like 5 minutes, so I took the rest of my items and went through the regular self-checkout with them before returning to the pharmacy and picking up the prescriptions. I wanted to take public transit back home instead of an uber because it’s Wednesday and my neighborhood’s farmer’s market has officially started up for the summer and if I take public transit I can get off one stop early and go to that. So I ended up walking up the street a bit to reach where the main street bus is, then take that the rest of the way up to where the farmer’s market is and headed straight to the cheese booth, lol. they have what are essentially mozzarella cheese sticks but are freshly made by them and they’re smoked and they are actually my favorite thing on the planet, so I was very psyched they’re back for the season. When I walked up the guy was talking to another girl and he just started handing me cheese samples as he was giving them to her too, and they were of course great lol so that was nice. but I got my little bundle of cheese sticks and headed home from there. Put the groceries and other supplies back, then congregated on the couch to accomplish a few computer tasks while watching the last episode of Dead To Me, but forcing myself to actually be productive. The first was coming up with “questions” about the decision the guy I have an interview with on Friday sent me, so I looked over it and came up with a few questions I thought showed I had read and understood the opinion and wanted to further my knowledge on the subject. The one actual sort of question I had after reading it I ended up scrapping because I decided the answer was too obvious and it wasn’t something that would reflect well on me for picking up on. So I ended up with 3 pretty solid ones and emailed them his way. The other things to do were to assemble and print out the mail applications, so I went through changing up the cover letter and printing everything they wanted out and then addressing the envelopes and putting everything inside, then using my kitchen scale to see how many stamps I needed for each one, lol. Once I had that done I checked the job boards again to see if there were any new postings and there were a few, so I sent resumes/cover letters to two of them and ended up doing an online application for a position with the railroad company near us, because why the heck not and the position was well paid, so I guess we’ll see what happens there. At this point I’d moved on to an episode of The Big Family Cooking Showdown since Dead To Me was over. As far as a review on it goes I’ll say they better be planning a season 2, because I cannot deal with them just forever leaving it where they did, I need my murder buddies who are clearly in this together now lol. So I enjoyed that. Once the cooking episode was over I started prepping stuff for dinner, which here meant cutting up the chicken I had stuck in the sink with the claw thing and water to thaw, and mincing the garlic using the little thing I have. Jess had a parent conference after the school day ended, so she texted me when she was leaving at which point I started the actual cooking part. I was making cheesy chicken and broccoli pasta which I realize is just the switched starch version of the cheesy chicken broccoli rice I made a few weeks back, but it works and I like pasta so it’s all good. I won’t recount the full recipe for you play by play, but I ended up getting a little annoyed first by how long it was taking to come to a boil and then how long it was taking for the water to actually boil away, but it ended up being pretty close to done just when Jess got here so that worked at least. We got our food and started this week’s episode of Game of Thrones. I’m a sucker for spoilers so of course I already knew everything that happened, so there were no real shockers there and the rest of the episode was little just all fighting, so I don’t really have that many opinions on it lol. I of course don’t agree with Dany’s decision, but I can’t really have any sympathy for Cersei when she knew exactly what she was doing. I’ve always liked Dany so I am of course upset that they’re apparently taking the mad queen route, but it’ll be interesting to see where they actually end it off. I suppose it would be some sort of poetic justice if she ended up on the throne just to start the cycle of the mad king/queen all over again? I don’t think that will happen though, I think something will happen to intervene, but I guess we’ll see. I also think Jaime is a giant dumbass and got what was coming to him for being the world’s biggest idiot for running away from Brienne after finally getting together with her just to run off to see his twin sister lover and die with her. You fucking moron, you could’ve had such a good future and you threw it all away. smh. Arya of course continues to kickass, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up playing a role in the final resolution of whatever happens in Sunday’s episode. Of course I’ll be getting home from MegaCon when that airs, so I’ll have to wait to see what happens and probably get totally spoiled before I can actually watch it. sigh. anyway. After Game of Thrones we watched last week’s episode of Supergirl since Jess hadn’t seen it yet and we were then going to watch this week’s episode which neither of us had seen yet but Jess had to be a sleepy baby (her words) which tbh I knew was going to happen at this point so it was not a surprise lol. Once she left I tuned into what was left of the flash podcast live stream and got in their live chat, which is always fun. Once they ended up switched to the news and then Jimmy Kimmel, and then showered and started to get ready for bed, and now I am here. Idk why I felt the need to go into so much detail on this relatively uneventful day that this is so long, but apparently I did have the need and here we are. Tomorrow should be good, got the allergist and the the chiropractor, but then we’re seeing the Rent tour so I’m looking forward to that. It’s like 2:30 am now though so I should definitely be getting to sleep. Goodnight babes. Sleep well.

#daily journal #May 2019 #Jess tag #Rachel watches Supergirl

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