#I love how poetic the ending truely was

[kingjullian-3]

This was a season of curses being broken. Jimmy through a technically was not the first to die. Grian as far as I’m aware did not kill or be the direct cause for an allied death. None of Scott’s allies this season won.

Lizzie was the first to die. Forgotten by the watchers, left to suffocate in the thin air of the void. Her death had been a complete accident not many people even noticed or felt sorry. Her death also wasn’t the start of chaos, but neither was Jimmy’s. He died during the chaos, and a watchers last ditch effort to see through a curse that shouldn’t have lasted.

Grian didn’t have many allies this season. The only real ones being Cleo and Etho. Every other season he has had a strong alliance almost the entire season. This time? It really wasn’t till session 4/5 when he made any real connections. However he still trusted Etho and Cleo as if they had been his allies the whole season, stayed with them despite his history. Everyone knows of Grian’s Icarus curse, doomed to cause a ally to fall. But they stood by him, never dying as a cause of him.

It’s common knowledge that in every other season, the winner had somehow been connected with Scott. The Flower Desert Alliance, Scott himself, Pearl was his soulmate, Martyn had been the other Mean Gill. Yet Scar never really had any real connection to Scott. Sure they got along, but I wouldn’t call that an alliance. Scar turned his back on anyone who sided with him in a way.

This season was more about healing than anything else. Curses were broken, more than just those 3. Joel didn’t have his signature red bloodlust (as far as I know). It’s also important to note the implication regarding the forgotten duo as I’ll call them.

Lizzie and Grian were both forgotten in a way. No-one showed up to Lizzie’s birthday party, A single person really cared that she had died. Lizzie has been forgotten by everyone. The watchers, listeners, and players alike. This ultimately lead to her unfortunate demise, trying to fill out a task given to her by Joel.

“He was never meant to be there, he was only ever meant to watch” that line alone sums up almost the entirety of Grian this season, especially session 7. During the curse of the boogey, they only thought of Scott and Cleo. Sure he was mentioned in passing, but no one ever really looked for him. Etho realised that Grian had been forgotten when he looked to the sky and saw the changed platform. His way of apologising was by letting Grian complete his task freely.

Grian watched carefully from the safety of the cobblestone tower as the rest of the server was in chaos. Hunting for allies and enemies alike. Never once looking up to the skies. Just as a watchers should be. Watching. Never getting involved and forgotten to do his own thing. Perhaps THEY had successfully done one thing this season after all

[caxde]

uncertainty | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary you are Dustin’s older sister, and you have developed a very confussing attraction to your brother and friend's fiend, Eddie. (3.4k),

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read! 

this is based on this lovely ask <3 thank you for the request!

“I’m leaving in five!” You screamed up at the staircase, as you heard the hurried steps of your little brother rushing around. 

“I’ll need seven!” He shouts back, voice high in pitch. 

“Now you have four, hurry up!” You plead from downstairs, with a short laugh that escaped your lips as you could picture your little brother going absolutely insane, having overslept once again. 

“Shit, shit. Okay!” 

“Language!” You yelled as you went over the little drawer that held your car and house keys, turning around to pick up your favourite washed up brown leather jacket. Even if your mom kept babbling away about how it wasn’t really that warm, you debated the opposite, having worn it for the last 6 months. Either way it doesn’t really matter what she thinks, she’s not here to tell you anything. 

As you opened the front door you squint your eyes at the bright January sun, it was cold, but once you stood up and the light hitted you, it felt as if you were begging to warm up, waking up with the earth, in a weird poetic way. 

“Thought you were in a hurry.” Dustin teased at you as he looked up at you. 

“I am, come on.” You told him as you teased him back, pushing him a bit so he actually hurries up. “You know, if you actually went to bed when you should” You start saying as you start the car. 

“Oh come on!” He replayed in annoyance. “I did go to bed, you know?” 

“Yeah, at four in the morning!” You yelled back at him, feeling how truely tired you were. “And you know I end up incredibly tired when I have to go to The Hideout and help out Dust…” You try to make him understand. 

“You didn’t sleep?” He asks back, worry on his voice. 

“I did, just…” You looked back at his little brown eyes, true compassion for you, you knew he felt bad now. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s just, if you’re talking to Suzie keep your voice low okay big guy?” Your voice calms now, feeling bad for having yelled at him. 

“Yeah, okay. Sorry.” He replayed softly as he looked down at his feet. 

The car ride stayed silent. 

As you parked the car and got out to help him as you always had, grabbing his backpack for him, and giving him a side hug you smiled at him. 

“Sorry for yelling.” He nodded and started to look out for his friends. “Pick up at five?” 

“Yeah.” He said as he started to leave. You nodded at him as he left. 

You were tired, but you didn’t actually regret helping out at The Hideout, if anything, John was doing you a favour. It was proving to be rather tricky to find another job, since you decided you would rather be full time anywhere else than half time in Family Video, though you missed hanging out with Steve so much, you kept hope. 

And anyways, yesterday ended up being a good night. 

A very good night. 

Might be the fact that he tips had run high, or that John asked you to come again today, or maybe, and if we’re being sincere, it was because Eddie had come over. Granted, it hadn’t been only him, but it didn’t matter, not if you could only see him. 

And maybe it was because your friends had waited for you to finish your shift, and had made it bearable, but again, if you were being honest with yourself, you knew it had been his soft I always like seeing you that had made the night better. 

-

“You shouldn’t trust it.” Robin mocked you once again. 

“She’s got a point.” Steve continued. 

“Oh fuck off you two.” You added, still smiling at them as you did. 

“I’m just saying… I mean, you have a massive, incredible, planet sized crush on the dude, so you should know, like make it so important.” She tried to rationalize with you as her hands flew through the hair as she was talking, which only made Steve laugh even more. 

“Like you have on Vickie?” You tried to tease her back. 

“Hey! Not fair, we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you.” She sentenced, as she threw the old kitchen rag at you as you all laughed again. 

“Oh come on, pick on Steve and his crush on Nancy!” You plead as she turned again looking back at him. 

“That was uncalled for.” He said under his breath. 

“Just stating the obvious.” You pointed as you turned around to your oven. 

As the rambling and teasing continued you checked the time once again. You weren’t that late, and still, you always felt anxious you would be. 

Saturday dinners were the only thing that had remained constant through the years, regardless of what was going on, you always found time to see each other, either for a quick sandwich or a full course dinner. 

So it felt nice to see them in your house, teasing you, as they cooked the pizzas from scratch you couldn’t help but smile at the picture of them, remembering how hellish last year had been. 

Your thoughts got interrupted by the doorbell. 

“Is it Dustin?” Robin asked as her head moved to look at you. 

“No, Dust is staying at the Wheelers.” You replayed with uncertainty in your voice. “Were you expecting someone?” You ask, looking at Steve, and you see how the corners of his lips start to curl upwards. 

“I might have invited Munson over…” A smirk appears on his face, and on yours embarrassed rosy cheeks appear.

-

The warm vapor of the tiny dishwasher hits your face, making it hard to breathe for just a second before you step back and let your hands wash the steam off your face. You take a deep breath, it’s only one more hour until close time, and then you would be free to go back home, back to your bed, and if you're honest, back to overthinking. Thankfully, The Hideout was emptying, and as usual, everyone that left said goodbye to you, and you tried to remain cheerful and respond to every one by name. 

“Henderson, we might go too.” Steve yells over the music. As you nod to him you head on to his direction, so you can actually hug him goodbye. 

“We would stay but… It’s getting pretty late, we’re sorry.” Robin adds as she hugs you too. 

“I get it, it’s alright don’t worry.” You replay as you look at both of them, smiling gratefully that they have stayed this long. 

“Actually, I think I’ll stay.” His voice fills you up, low and deep, raspy making your skin tingle. “If you don’t mind.” 

“ ‘Course not.” You add, trying to not sound as nervous as you feel looking at him, his brown eyes locked onto you. 

“O-key then.” Steve adds with a hidden laugh. “See you tomorrow?” You nod as they leave. 

You can’t help but smile as you head back into the bar, feeling his stare onto you, and not only that, but his shy smile too. 

Without even asking, you serve him another beer and he takes it, taking a sip while his eyes shine at you. A quick glance at the clock lets you know that it is now acceptable for you to start cleaning up, letting the couple tables that are still finishing their drinks know that you want to leave, and they seem to get the message once they get up a few moments later. They pay you what they owe you and leave slowly. 

You take your time to actually close the register, and once you look up, you see the long haired boy returning with the tray of empty glasses and bottles. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say in a soft whisper, feeling how your cheeks warm up as you do so. 

“I know, but you look exhausted, so…” He tilts his head as he looks down at you. “You go sit, and I’ll clean up a bit, okay?” He continues as he starts to clean the glasses and throws away the empty beer bottles. You smile as you circle back to where he was, and he smirks as he watches you do so. 

You let your body rest, for the second that it does so, you feel the tiredness catching up to you. 

It feels weird, not in a bad sense to have someone taking care of you in that way. Not by anyone, but him. Focused into doing what he has seen you do a thousand times, he even pours you a beer so you can actually relax, but to be honest with yourself, it’s not the alcohol that makes you feel fazed, but him looking at you from time to time as he gives you small smirks and giggles every time your eyes meet. You feel your whole body warming up as he does so, feeling absolutely enamored by the littlest things he does, even the way he pushes his hair away from his face makes you melt a little bit. And still, it just confuses you more and more. 

Conflicted might be a good definition. 

You are aware that you’ve fallen for him, not ashamed of it, you don’t really care if he knows, but you are scared to find out if he feels the same way about you. You can’t help but let your mind wonder, does he? Does he get as fidgety as you do when you walk into a room? Does he daydream about you in the same way that you’ve caught yourself doing so many times? Does he wish that someday your body is pressed against his as desperately as he does every time your hands meet for just a moment? Does he wonder how your lips taste? 

“You okay, love?” He asks. Once you look up to him you feel your thoughts stop all of a sudden, mesmerized by the way his eyes shine at you. It lingers in your brain. lovelovelove. How can someone look so angelic while saying such a silly word, you are not sure. 

“Yeah, I..-” You can’t find any words to continue, his hand had found its way to a wisp of hair that had fallen out of place, and even if his touch wasn’t cold, his silver rings froze at the contact with your cheek as he placed it behind your ear, were it originally was. 

It truly felt like time had frozen, no words invaded that space. For only a second, it felt like your body was weightless, it felt like if you’d cease to exist, you’d be okay doing so with this being your last memory. His eyes shining only for you, locked intensely with yours, it truly doesn't matter what would happen next if you could just remain frozen in this moment. 

But alas, that was just a wish, and time continued to pass. His touch left your skin burning, and both of your faces looked at the ground, trying to understand what that little buzzing you felt was. 

As the night advanced, the little bar was clean, and you were ready to leave, though sad might not be the best way to describe what you felt, it surely came close, feeling so calm next to him, you dreaded being separated again, still not knowing if everything you felt was unilateral. 

You closed the lights, he turned the music off, and even in shadow, his body was as defined as ever, you’d know who it was in any circumstance you noted. What you didn’t seem to see, was how his eyes could not strip away from you, or how his hands longed to touch the skin on your waist for once.

So, as you closed the back door, and flipped back to look at him, he laid it there, with the excuse of making sure you wouldn’t fall given that the floor had begun to freeze over the night. And maybe because you were so focused on the way your heart was beating fast, hard and loud, you didn’t feel that he did the same. 

“Shit.” You murmured as you looked back to the parking lot. 

“What?” He responded, his hand still resting on your back. 

“Steve drove me here! I forgot… I… Shit I guess I’ll just walk-” 

“Fuck off, I’m driving you come on.” He added as he cut you and your rumbling. 

“Edds, I live the opposite way of you…” You whisper once again, making him turn around to look at you, his breath falling onto you, watching it as the cold exposes it. 

“And I don’t care. It’s cold and you get sick easily, you're exhausted and I like being with you, so…” He begins to walk to his van, his hand finally leaving your back, only to open the car door for you. 

-

ilikebeingwithyou

it stays with you, even if it is on the back of your mind, it stays there. 

Even when you had to wait for the van to get warm enough so the engine could start, even when the music was loud and all you did was giggle as he screamed loudly the lyrics of whatever was playing in the background. 

It didn’t matter now, the van was parked and the music had stopped, and his body had turned slowly so he could look at you once again. 

And again, that weird feeling invaded the air, an electricity that seemed to pull you to him stronger and stronger. 

A flashing thought, an image of what could be, if you actually had the nerve to let your hand get lost on the back of his neck to pull him closer to you so that maybe your lips could touch his cheek in a thank you gesture, even if you don’t. 

But he does something that seems to be just as stupid. His hand finds rest on your upper thigh. 

And your eyes look at his rings in an attempt to distract yourself. 

“Thank you…” Your voice comes out soft, and slow as your eyes travel up to him. Slowly. 

“You… yeah. You’re welcome.” He’s becoming flustered now, his words tangling as he readies for you to leave, but you can’t seem to go yet. 

“What?” You asked as you smiled at him, a tired comfortable smile. 

“Nothing. I just like being with you. You make it all better I guess.” 

Your wordless. As your cheeks get warm and your lips curl upwards, your face looks through the windshield astonished at his words. 

“Do you wanna…?” 

He nods as he opens his door, rushing to yours. 

-

3 am

Time had seemed to pass quickly as you too shared the downstairs couch, at times in comfortable silence, most of the time in unimportant conversations, much preoccupied by what your heart and body was feeling. The warmth his body emanate, now wearing only a black distressed old T-shirt, that let his arm tattoos show, not only that but his muscles seem to flex from time to time, and if you hadn’t been so distracted by his charming simple while he teased you you’d realized that they did so every time your body moved closer to him, in a nervous reflex. 

Deep down you know, even if you’re not aware of it just yet, that this might be as intimate as you’ve ever been with anyone. Sex and physical intimacy had nothing against this, seeing him giggle as you talk deep into the night, whipping tears of laughter away from his eyes, as his hand rested once again on your thigh. 

Might be the late hour of the night, the dizziness from the lack of sleep or the tipsy thoughts that the beers that you had downed, but you meet his touch, lazily stroking his fingers with your hand, playing with his cold rings. When you are not looking, he lets himself be truly mesmerized by you. 

“You seem like you want to say something.” He says, voice low and soft, because let’s face it, it would be ridiculous to speak aloud when it’s only the two of you in your empty house. You feel as his face softens when your eyes look back at him. 

“I do.” 

“Then say what you need…” He encourages, slowly. 

“I’m embarrassed, actually.” You confess in a soft smile, letting your head rest on the back of the couch. His body scooches closer. 

“Oh, come on… Please, love?” lovelovelove. He knows what this stupid pet name makes you feel, you’re sure of it. 

“You confuse me. A lot.” You finally say to him, your eyes darting around his face, as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his unoccupied hand goes to his head, as his arm rests on the same back of the couch. 

“I confuse you?” He repeats in disbelief, almost sounds as he is teasing you. 

“Yeah, you do.” You admit, your fingers playing anxiously now as your sight avoids him and is instead focused on his rings. 

“Well, then… Ask.” He says confident, approaching you even more. Your body in his direction, knees touching, the grip that he has on your thigh grows deeper. 

“What?” 

“Whatever you wanna know.” 

You take a deep breath, as your hands whip your face, preparing you for the embarrassment that you most certainly will feel after you finally open up to him. 

“Do… Um…Do you like me?” 

“Wha- What?” He sounds shocked, and your face becomes red. 

“Forget it, please…” You say, a pleading look on your face as you look back at him. His face, while it is still soft, is focused on you, his eyes that are usually brown appear black as his iris has invaded the whole space, though that happens every time he looks at you, you hadn’t realized until now. 

“No, please… I… What do you mean?” 

“Shit, okay.” You breathe in, deeply, deciding for one to be brave for once, and to accept rejection if it comes to that. “I like you Eddie. I really do. Not because you are good-looking and all that physical nonsense, but because you make life brighter… I… Fuck… I’m sorry I just… I really like you and I just don’t know if this feeling goes both ways.” You admit, all in one breath, darting between his eyes, his lips parted halfway and your hands that are now under his grip, a warm touch, a spark or maybe a tingle on them. 

“You do?” He asks.

“Fuck, yes Eddie…” You admit, embarrassed and frustrated. “If you’re gonna make fun of me just… forget it okay?”

“Love.” He stops you from continuing rambling. “Why do you think I call you that?” You look back at him, shocked now. “I am in love with you. I don’t just like you. I love everything you do. The way you care so deeply about everyone, and how you would give everything you have to give to someone else just so they’re okay. I love how you look when you’re exhausted, ‘cause you get that cute smile trying to make it not obvious. I love when you get flustered, and I love when you let me take care of you ‘cause that’s all I wanna do… I…” You’re both smiling so bright it feels like you’ve just discovered what colour means. “Can I just… Can I just kiss you?” He says as his hand finally leaves his head, to approach your face. 

“Please.” You say in return. Begging to finally feel his lips onto yours. 

His fingers tuck away your hair behind your ear, letting them rest on the back of your neck. The other one remains on your leg, his hand deepens the grip that it had on it, a soft moan only from that is already escaping your mouth. He comes closer as you both close your eyes, seeing him smile before you do so. And as soon as his lips finally meet, your fingers intertwined with his, as the kiss deepens and it all feels exactly as you wished it did, soft, deep, careful at first, needy in the end. It feels like you’re both air at the other was drowning. It is sweet, and it doesn’t stop.  And it won’t stop for as long as you’re together, you finally feel as though you got your answer. He doesn’t like you, he loves you, and you can’t wait to love him back.

[late-to-the-party-81]

AN: Alice - I had to save this menace of an ask until I had the right inspiration. I've tried my best at poetic language, just for you. KISSES!!!

Unbeta'd ramblings

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Relationship: Thor x Reader

Word Count: dunno - couple of hundrend?

CW: Fluff, suggestive language.

And the Clouds Danced

His arms were around your waist. Holding you. Letting you know how much he loved you with just his touch. His front pressed to your back, his chin resting on your head. He liked to tease you sometimes about how much smaller you were than him. Liked to say that he could almost fit you in his pocket, to carry with him everywhere.

You were standing on the summit of the hill, the wind gently blowing at the clouds that kept the day cool enough for a gentle hike. Below you all you could see was the beauty of nature; the lush greens, the cool greys, the vibrant pinpricks of colour that denoted wildflowers. Every so often the pale blue sky peeked out from behind the fluffy white clouds.

When was the last time you'd felt such peace?

"What are you thinking about, little one?"

His deep voice caused a rumble that travelled through your back. It suffused your core, and not just your body, but also your soul. You needed him to live, to exist.

"About how much of a good idea this was. I needed to get out. We needed to get out. Look at how beautiful it is"

His hands slid from your waist to your hips, squeezing them lightly.

"Truely a marvel, my love. One of the most beautious sights in the whole of Midgard, I am sure."

He dipped his head and the scruff of his beard scraped over your neck. You giggled, but also feel the dart of heat inside you. His touch kept you on a near constant high. It hadn't taken him long to know exactely how to touch you. To find out which type of touch could get you heated all over in mere moments. To find out which type of touch could keep you on edge for hours, begging and writhing for a release only he could grant you. To find out which type of touch could send you screaming in pleasure, stars exploding behind your eyes in multicoloured supernova's.

The fact he had chosen you was a never ending source of confusion to you, but he had spied you one day and that was it. To be woo'd by a god is no small thing, and you were helpless in the face of his ardour. You fell hard and fast. His love made you dizzy, kept you breathless, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You lay down on the chilled grass with him, mesmerised by the way his broad hands roamed your body. His words of adoration covered you like a blanket, keeping you cocooned and warm, floating in his love, as the wind blew and the clouds danced in the sky.

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[theclassicalpoetess]

THE POETS GUIDE: Making your Routines more Poetic (Night edition)

Hello my dears,

We all know how important it is to have an amazing end to the day, as it is important as how we start today. Here are some ideas and inspiration for making your night routines a little more poetic for poets and writers everywhere, featuring yours truely.

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Write poetry about the night: whether that be of the Moon, the Stars, the Night, or how quiet it is. Or you can talk about darkness and the gloom of the Earth.

Study your favourite topics: If, like me, and like to write poetry based on specific topics, research about it. For example, I love ancient poetry, so I study PDFs and websites based on ancient poetry and the ancient poets. I also like to study religious poems so I would occupy my time in that too. However, it would be wise to expand your horizon alit through your study.

Wear long coats: If it is cold, and gives the more academia vibe too. I have got an lovely blue coat that I love to wear around. But sometimes, I love to have my cozy heater on to keep the room cozy.

Study an new language: Greek and Latin are my personal favourites. Im currently going on both (no stress at all).

Light candles and an incense: Just so your room is more cozy. Especially some scented candles. I love Vanilla and Jasmine scented candles. However, if you are asthmatic, use water based sprays (I have got one with lavender on which I like to spray now and again).

Listen to Classical music: Nothing gets me going like some good classical music at night (Light Academia by day, Dark Academia by night honestly).

Read some poetry: Im currently reading the fine John Keats. Make friends with an ancient poet and take inspiration for their worldview of poetry.

Romanticize your day: be grateful about what has happened within the past 24 hours. Admire all the positive occurrences within the day. I like to go by; When you are grateful, life gives you more things to be grateful for.

Read. Thats It. Thats the idea.

Look outside into the beautiful night: The sky gives us so much during the night. The beautiful stars, the luminous Moon, the singing crickets. Study, be present and grateful. Also for inspiration. The night is too lovely to be missed.

Watch an movie that inspires you to write poems: I just did a poem based on (one of my) favourite characters of Angels and Demons (2009) (LINK). As much as that was not usually my type of topics to go upon, His character gave me so much to talk about. Find a character or story that you relate too and write something about them.

Study a new form of poetry: I am currently learning with layouts. Whilst the night is young, learn about new ways of writing poetry and add your own sparkle to it.

(If you are religious) Sing worship to the Gods and read poems that you created: No matter who you worship, im pretty sure saying a poem to them is much of a reward as praying to them. Also, give gratitude to the God/Goddess/Spirit for these past 24hours, and the following days ahead.

Self Care: Always, always put yourself first. Skincare, drink plenty of water, you know what you have to do.

Journal/Diary: Since we poets are so emotional, let us understand ourselves further by writing about our day. Notice what emotions came today and see if that can inspire you to make poetry.

Say Goodnight to the Sky and the Moon before you go to bed: They are your companions in night. They would love for you to have a goodnight sleep.

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My Personal Night Routine

Here is my personal night routine for anyone looking for a nice and relaxing night in:

Do some self-care and skin care

Light a few candles

Read/Study/Write

Pray and give gratitude (might do some 5min meditation)

Get change in comfortable clothing

Read

Sleep

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Personal Note From Me:

Somedays, you feel like not living up to your routine. And thats Ok.

Forgive yourself every time and recognise that you are human. You are the master of your own mind and body. If both agree on not doing something, acknowledge it.

Everyday is a chance for you to do better the next day.

Also, we all experience creativity blocks, in which prevents us from writing. Thats Ok too. One day in a dry desert is another day closer to an oasis. Always allow your mind to rest.

Take care of yourselves.

-thepoeticpegasus

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[jean-arclight]

I think I know how this will all end...

So I try posting some things and theories on what may happen... or just my thoughts in general... but I had a revelation on how tomorrow might go... if this is truely an end for Tommy’s character arc... (I hope its not).

Anyways, so if we are really going with what Techno compares Tommy with, then I have a good feeling on how this will end... and its not a happy ending neither is it bad at the same time... its actually very fitting.

So Theseus, what do we know from Techno? Well Theseus was a war hero. Best known for slaying the minotaur. Techno also says that he was casted out.

Well doing further research on Thesesus, Thesus was thrown out for his recklessness to start wars... This caused a lot of hatred among the Athenians for Theseus thus throwing him out by exhiling him... sound familiar?

It should. It reflects Tommy as “he” caused a lot of wars with his own recklessness. However, Theseus was also know for his kindness and determination to help others. Even helping the great hero of strength Hercules. So while Recklessness, there was a great deal of compassion and love. Same as Tommy. He went through great lengths for his country, family, and friends. Winning almost every war and befriending many like Theseus.

Also why did I mention Hercules? Well, I think he also represents a character in the Dream SMP as Technoblade. Now I’m thinking of the mythology Hercules and not the Disney Hercules. Hercules was a hero in the Greek mythology, however, he had bursts of anger and wrath which caused him to inflict harm. However, Hercules had a few soft spots for certain people, even in his rage. One of them was Theseus, as he helped Hercules in one of his hardest times as Hercules murdered his family.

Another thing, Hercules also saves Thesesus from Hades in the underworld prison (so another possible event)

So thats another connection to Tommy. Now getting back to the point, how did Theseus die? Well there are a number of stories that depicted Theseus death... however, one stood out among the rest. That Lycomedes casted Theseus into the sea. Which... sounds a bit familiar... why?

Well let me ask you this... what did Tommy considered doing while in exhile?

I’m pretty sure you know the answer.

So what I’m getting at is that Tommy might be able to get his hands back on the discs. However, he is surround or cornered by Dream. Something struck me oddly in one of Tommy’s videos a few days back. When he was reacting to Sadist, “Dawn of 16th” he said something that haunts me. Near the end, when Wilbur is about to press the button, he says the infamous quote.

“It was never meant to be”

Do you know what Tommy said?

“Its my last line now.”

I know I had a comment replying back to me saying that they think he meant the last line that he says in the animatic... but it wasn’t... the only other line he has was him screaming after that quote...

Why did I derail to this? Well here it is.

Tommy gets his discs back and is near either a cliff or even (poetically) over a pool of lava. Which will fit more with the Theseus character. His last lines will be “It was never meant to be” and fall...

It’s sad and tragic but very fitting to Tommy’s character arc...

The saddest part?

After Theseus death, the people of Athens found his body and mourned his death... dubbing him a hero and worshipped him as a god.

So you can picture what could happen afterwards...

It may not happen tomorrow... but maybe it’ll happen soon...

[rewrentless]

Taz Balance Quotes

I have no idea how long ive been working on this, between 2 and 7 months but finally ive made a list of memorable quotes /quotes that made me chuckle

-Any you driads down to clown

-That was my grandfathers haunch

-Everyone needs a barry bluejeans!

-You shouldnt had your dog jump up my ass! I dont think my dog could fit in an ass! You havent seen this ass

-Eat me barry

-If you were making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and you dropped some jelly on the counter are you gonna take a knife and just start cutting at it you dumb son of a bitch??

-she thinks my tractors sexy and i think im no longer welcome here

-hello hello welcome to my caev

-abraca fuck you

-hey you calm the fuck down sir theres no yelling at fantasy Costco!

-its like a bag of holding but for ass

-merle i can see 3/4 to 4/5 of your entire butt

-the railsplitter passes through the tree like a baseball bat passing through a ghost

-youve solved my shrek puzzle

-a witch kissed me and cursed me so that anytime anybody yells a secret word i have to attend to their every need and that word is my fucking name jenkins

-infinite bean!!!

-i got a murder wall in my brain!

-time-pon! The time travelling tampon!

-lord steven q fletcher esquire the goldfish the third

-'yeah he really beat me in a test of wits and wagers' and winks at taako over and over just winking

- hey baby i love your tendrils

-i got here a few minutes ago and i can not take my eyes off you i looked at you across the square 60 feet away and i said do not be chopping on this baby

-you and the box both drink poison and you survive but the box has died. With that the box pops open

-does everyone get that i have an elevator fetish at this point?

-griffen we gotta fight some weeds at floor 20!

-my names not jerry its ... jerrieeeeee

-but listen guys now i gotta take a poop, you know like a poop like a real emergent poop

-'your name ... of course ... is... taako. Sike thats just mine say my name!' i cast magic missile

-so youre sayin we eat him

-youre all beautiful butterflake snowflies

-im actually a mongoose meow

-and inside the envelopes there is  200 gold pieces  ‘thanks for these shitty jangly envelopes’

-i hand her a coupon for one free backrub

-magnus this is the nightmare scenario

-hot diggity shit that is a baller cookie

-i made you guys chairs for your new digs and if you lift up the cushion it doubles as an indoor toilet

-davenport read the room!

-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm davenport

-i start to very subtly and very easily cry

-last time i was in an elevator vines tried to eat my dick

-the late merle highchurch rolled a 5

-’youre a god!’ I definately am

-youre not stupid youre beautiful

-its kinda ridiculous how many pies we got our toes in

-your mother would swaddle you young taako baby taako and just sing to you oh shit sweet flip oh dip sweet flip my little nugget

-god liiiieed to me

-magnus can kiss my kenny chesney tattoo

-you found her?!

-hey thug whats your name im about to tentacle your dick?

-if travis cant move his legs then i shall create his legs!

-im just an elevator climb on in ma belly!

-press ma buttons from inside a me

-if you wanted to lure me in there you shoulda stayed handsome ma fella

-'i tap it with the gluttons fork and i swallow it' 'what the f uck'

-ive got to switch between different accents to trick my prey

-when that day comes little man oh when that day comes i will summon whatever powers i still have at my disposal that you have not sipphoned away from me and i will take all of my canny and all of my cunning and all arcanas still within my reach and i will use it to strike you down little man

-dungeons and dragons and daddies

-fantasy shorts fantasy shorts fantasy shorts fantasy shorts!

-i cast zone of truth!

-junebug

-this chair smells like grandmas

-this scene is memorable to you now but in the moment you werent thinking im going to remember everything about this moment

-inifate bag of boys

-if it had flesh then it would be a bag of skin full of fucking goo

-"how do you not have a six it comes with every board game?" "My daughter..." "eats them for power??"

-because in wonderland... there is no healing (shit eating grin)

-liches get stitches

-son of a lich

-you built the fucking door out of wood shit wood

-bad luck

-ill be having my body back you undead fuck

-sturdy. denim. and blue

-i have updated my list of people i trust and things i believe to no one and nothing

-those are the arms that have held my wife

-i cant fight i cant protect i cant do anything in this body

- i saw seven birds

-the twins, the lover, the protecter, the lonely journal keeper, the peacemaker and the wordless one

-i dont know but i feel like i trust you

-dont let them erase me magnus

-how could you forget lup

-nerd alert!

-greg grimaldis you owe me $15 and i aim to collect

-i have to believe that im gonna get those $15 back from greg fucking grimaldis

-the one thing we do have is the thing that people in love rarely ever have enough of and its time

-I dont know about in love its only been... 21 years

-are you my friend?

-what brings me joy is... life. I think you can find joy anywhere in life i thibk its a concious choice i think you choose joy in life and no matter how bad things are no matter how crummy no matter how dark no matter how many times some guy named john kills your ass you find joy. I’ve found joy, honest to God, getting to know you. I’ve found joy playing chess with you. I have enjoyed - i haven’ t enjoyed you know, getting my ass killed, but i find joy in whatever I do. I don’t always do things right, and I don’t always do things smart, and I don’t always do a character voice, but whatever i do, i find joy in it. Because at the end of the day, that’s all you got. It’s looking back on the joy you had, and the joy you found, and the joy you gave other people 

-soon you will call us ascendent

-kiss my ass you sanctimonious bastard

-huh. I feel sad

-its not perfect but its the best i can do

-our capacity for love increases with each person we cross paths with throughout our lives and with each moment we spend with those people but too often we neglect that part of ourselves in favour of others and by the time we realize just how importnat it is we find ourselves with fewer folks around to practice with but the seven of you have something that nobody else ever had time all the time in the world time enough to grow indescribely close time enough to learn how to care for each other how to allow yourselves to be caref for and in the case of barry and lup time enough to fall deeply and truely in love

-there was romance in every measure and longing in every note

-have we not earned a little wrath?

-i made it

-you are my heart you know that right?

-sometimes there arent right decisions sometimes theres just decisions

-when someone leaves your life those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying others are abrupt and unfair but most are just unremarkable, unintentional clumsy

-back soon

-who?

-taako kill me

-you fucking took everything from me

-understand this, i have nothing and i don’t give a shit. The world is ending and i don’t care

-phantasmal and resplendent

-youre dating the grim reaper?!

-ill take one taco with extra destiny

-i tell the trees when to shed their leaves and i make every piece of fruit taste the way that it tastes and i taught every blade of grass in the ground where to grow did you really think i had forgotten about you?

-im not your pan but you will always be my merle

-i run over and im already kissing him this is ridiculous

-I want to warm up my face i dont want it to be cold and weird

-whats up ghostrider

-i met god no big deal

-lets save the world and 420 blaze it

-hear that babe? We’re legends

-youre going to have to fight and… youre gonna win!

-you hear it now too dont you? The song is now yours, just as the story has always been yours and with this final piece your understanding of these impossible events is complete. Like i said before, youre ready now, darkness surrounds you but be not afraid, after all youre going to win, we know that much but that is the limit of my knowledge. Youre all caught up now, whatever happens next, well, we’ll just have to find out together

-you boys know the best of the fantasy costo? Free samples

-we won

-youre going to be amazing

-it takes time as all difficult and important things do, for the world to recover from what was done to it that day. But it does recover, and not just that, it thrives. 

-im about to smooch your fucking brains out babe 

-one small criticism, i think you may have forgotten to make it taste good

-‘youre kinda full of dog shit sometimes’ thats what it was i forgot i did include dog shit

-i should mention my boyfriend is death

-if you will all excuse me i have… to shit

-i tried to make you proud

-we see you one last time as magnus rushes in

-even happier days were to come, because that was the world that you made, that was the ending you earned

[polly-chan]

V for Vendetta and The Anarchy

V for Vendetta is a British graphic novel written by Alan Moore and illustrated by David Lloyd. I really love this comic and that’s why I want to share with You an analysis about it. 

“Remember, Remember! The fifth of November, the Gunpowder treason and plot; there is no reason why the Gunpowder treason should ever be forgot”: in 1605 Guy Fawkse tried to blow up the British Parliament, performing the first revolutionary act in his country to end the English monarchy. His plot, however, is discovered and he is sentenced to death. As the graphic novel (and movie too) teaches History is written by the winners while losers become the bad guys and for this reason they teach us to remember ideas and not men: men can fail, but ideas are immortal. V for Vendetta takes place in a post apocalyptic world upset by a nuclear war, the united kingdom has sunk into chaos until the emergence of the Norsefire party intimating positions and promising to making England great again, ending up creating a police state. Norsefire is the fictional Nordic supremacist and neo-fascist political party in which people are indoctrinated through the media and five organs rule the dictatorship: the Finger (the hitting police), the Eye (controls everything with the cameras), the Ear (which intercepts and spies over the citizens), the Nose (the scientific police) and the Voice (i.e. the television, led by Prothero). Strength through Unity, Unity through faith: Good win, Bad forgiveness and as always England dominates.  All minorities are oppressed: Muslims, homosexuals, dissidents, in all totalitarianisms there is always a target. Moreover, it’s a strongly male-dominated dictatorship. Totalitarism places control of the lower classes by the higher classes, which in fact are the minority. The goal of totalitarianism is to create a scapegoat on which to vent popular anger and justify ethically questionable actions. 

Evey is a sixteen year old forced into prostitution who is about to be raped by the Finger, but V saves her. When Evey asks him who he is V answers that “Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask” (as Pirandello would have said), the identity is a consequence of the showing of the Ego and therefore it makes no sense to ask a masked man who he is since the function is hidden. Here we can see how the mask plays an important role in this story, becoming an important symbol of freedom and we’ll see why soon.

V presents himself with a very long, poetic and dramatic speech, in which he declares himself the protector of the Vox populi: he is an avenger of people. A shakesperian hero who seems to see all London as its stage. A musician, ready to give a show. He turns to the statue of justice saying he loves her, but she is a woman of easy virtue and has betrayed him:

She has prostituted herself with a uniform, this because the extreme search for justice leads to the loss of freedom. This is why V found his new lover, the Anarchy: philosophy separated from Marxism because of Bakunin’s inspiration, according to which it is necessary to overcome the capitalist system and abolish the State, but without going through a phase of socialist transition and immediately abolishing the state, because even socialism is an oppression. 

The music that V leads at the feet of Old Bailey turns out to be the prelude to a gigantic explosion, a demonstration of violence that arises from classical music. Then government begins media manipulation showing how mass media should not be trusted. Adam Satler is a clear reference to Adolf Hitler, but also to Margaret Tatcher: as a matter of fact, the comic is born as a criticism of her ultra-conservative and liberal government that ignored the needs of the poorest in favor of large companies. Satler says they have to remind people why they need them (like the metaphor of Hegel’s servant): in the comic strip he is clearly fascist, but he is not a monster: He is obsessed with Faith (the super computer that analyzes the situation), he prays and he is also a fragile figure. Moore shows that even fascists know how to be human, there are no absolute bad guys. 

TV is intercepted and V’s long speech begins, He wants to remind England of what he has forgotten:

The government is already trying to shut it down “Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?”.  Communication is the alliance among men, while the truncheon is the short way to impose a vision without the other can accept it. 

It is the people who elected Hitler, but he understands why: there were so many problems, war, terrorism and disease. All dictatorships, we always start with a  crisis. A Man promised to bring back the truth, but in exchange for silent consent. The destruction of Old Bailey serves as a reminder that justice and equity are perspective and not words. 

V begins to kill several senior members of the party who command different organs of the dictatorship. But who the real terrorist is? Who decides the difference between those who fight for or against the freedom? We can consider totalitarianism as a closed system where not all ideas are allowed, therefore those who repress ideas and freedoms are the real bombers of democracy.  Evey is the anti-revolutionary one who wants to change totalitarianism from within without realizing that great freedoms and constitutional values ​​we owe to them thanks to violent revolutions and no dictator voluntarily surrenders their privileges. Moreover, for V there are no certainties, only opportunities and “People shouldn’t be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people”. The revolutionary act is the necessary means to reach the end, the lesser evil. 

V is a Shakespearian hero and he often mentions it, also obviously inspired by the Count of Montecristo. Wearing a mask V is no longer a man, but an idea and so he can be free to say what he truely thinks. to be human without limitations.  V explains to Evey that “Anarchy wears two faces, both creator and destroyer. Thus destroyers topple empires; make a canvas of clean rubble where creators then can build another world. Rubble, once achieved, makes further ruins’ means irrelevant”: 

The destructive face is the active and superhuman nihilism that destroys power, to return to the terrible state of nature of Hobbes. The creator one wants an order without the head, not without rules. This is what anarchy dreams about: a society without a head, where people cooperate on a solidarity basis and are able to determine themselves.

By the way, V forced the people to break free as he forced Evey through the prison deception, but he ends to realize that the choice of what the new world will be is not up to him. In full anarchist style he dies for not becoming the next leader, but leaving to the people the possibility to decide for themselves:

[gildedink]

Tagged by @bettsican​. Thank you so much!!! <3 (I’M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AAAA) I’ll be doing this for Legend of the Red Comet: The Gold Scrolls

1. Describe the plot in one sentence? Local hottie is finally allowed to see the world; he is unaware he is "performing" for a prophesy.

2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel. Sight: The view of the open sea as you sail along, the shoreline in-sight and bustling with activity. Smell: Fresh air laced with spices that almost completely mask the smell of burning wood and something darker and more acrid. Sound: The natural cadence of speech amongst a festival crowd, some discussing joy and others whispering in fear of something coming. Feel: Well-loved leather, snow as it falls onto your outstretched hand and the ghost of a loved one's touch from too-long ago. Taste: Umami flavors, complex spices and the bitterness of alcohol sliding down your throat and belly.

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

Opening theme of Tenchi Muyo

Nayru’s Theme from Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages

Honestly it’s hard to pin a soundtrack to this due to the time era and my personal tastes clashing. :/

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place? Tenruon'ou is influenced by East Asia primarily, though there are influences frOm other Asian counties. Gold Scrolls takes place in the northern region, who's primary influence is Han-era China. The time period of the world is roughly modeled after the feudal era.

5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded? Strangely, no.

6. What’s the first line of your novel? If we include the prologue - In the beginning there was the Sun and the Moon. If we do not include the prologue - There was fire everywhere.

7. What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of? I mean, tbh there's a lotta moments. This is one of the darker ones:

The healer reached between Yun’s thighs and an unpleasant, painful sensation occurred. Yun knew what she was doing; the nobility required such a chastity check. The priestess felt utterly humiliated; the pain was nothing compared to it. “She’s fine. Pure like snow and just as horribly white.” As soon as the pirate’s hands left her thighs Yun clamped her legs shut again. She continued to sob. “Your worth a fortune little girl. Death’s too poor to afford you now.”

8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole.  Uh... uh fff, there... look there isn't truly one due to how layered this shit is. There IS a line said in the final volume, near the end, that fits the true tone of the series though so... I'll use that.

"I think... the reason we heroes are so miserable is because we sacrifice our happiness for the survival of the world. We are the willing offerings to the Gods."

9. Who are your character(s) faceclaims? I actually don't really have many faceclaims. The two I do have for the main cast are Meisa Kuroki for Sasami and Nishikido Ryo for Tenshi. Though, I also have a faceclaim for Chernolo, one of the villains; Valery Kovton (that man IS Chernolo I SWEAR.)

10. Sort your character(s) into Hogwarts houses. 8D I've made aesthetics for this!

Gryffindor - Gali, Tenshi Ravenclaw - Hatsuharu, Yun Slytherin - Princess Weiali, Sasami Hufflepuff - Azusa, Tern, Meilin

11. Which character’s name do you like the most? Sasami (I'd love to see if anyone can guess why), Azusa and Laapshi'ya.

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Tenshi: Tunic and pants with a sash of some kind, usually embroidered with his family crest. He’s nobility but hates dressing up so he clothes are usually simple and good for doing activities like running, climbing trees and fighting. His katana is always with him.

Gali: Her stuff is all over the place honestly. But it tends to have patterns, layers and many shades of colors. Her forearms are always wrapped as well and her trusty compass at her hip. While she is a commoner so no fancy clothes, in the series she DOES get to dress up and looks bomb doing so. Tbh think seawoman/pirate and you got the idea.

Yun: She usually wears neutrals and soft washes of colors. Long skirts are a preference over pants. While traveling will wear hats and veils as well to hide from the sun. When home we wears jewelry as well.

Tern: Long pants, tunics, vests, boots. He’s outdoors a lot hiking, helping on farms, so is clothes half the time are dirty. His clothes are in good repair, though, as his adoptive mother makes sure they’re all repaired.

Sasami: She’s not in Gold Scrolls... but I don’t care! Tends to be an ao dai in shades of blue, grey, black, sea green. Might have touches or other colors like coal. When not in ao dai, she’ll be in kimono, usually for a more formal setting or she knows she won’t be active. Out of the whole cast she has the largest variety of styles.

13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars Not really. Tenshi has several battle scars from the years, minor ones, but the only distinct one he actually gets in Book 2. Yun also receives a life-changing scar/injury in the final book and Gali has scars in a certain area but I don't want to say where or why because it's character-related and will spoil.

14. Which character most fits a character trope? Tenshi as the shonen anime protag but tbh none of them fully fit into a trope due to how I like to rip apart tropes and Frankenstein them together.

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Sasami in terms of poeticism, Tenshi in terms of overall workcrafting. Tern is the worst cause he’s illiterate.

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Sasami. Her job half the time is to lie. The worst liar is Gali. She wears her heart in her sleeve to much.

17. What character swears the most? Least?

Lol, Yun. Tenshi never swears unless truely pissed. So if he’s swearing you are a dead bitch.

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Yun has the best penmanship and can write in two languages. Tern because, again, illiterate. But if we discount Tern, then Gali. When she writes too fast it becomes very sloppy and cramped.

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

Er... none? A few have very specific traits of mine though: Yun has my potty mouth, Chernolo my need to be a dramatic ho, Punzo has my romaticism (though twisted), and Sasami has my egalitarian views.

20. Which character would you most like to be?

I mean, I’m happy being myself. I hate the bad part of me with a burning passion but I don’t want to be anyone but myself.

Tagging whoever wants to, please feel free to jump on!

[frost-queen]

Happy new year's eve

I wish you all a happy day filled with warmth and love as you all deserve it💖💖💖

2018 might have brought you tears, angst, lonelyness, loss,... Just know that 2019 is just arouned the corner and maybe bring you all the things your heart wished for.

Perhaps 2018 brought you love, friendship, admiration, happiness, proudness, warmth, ... Just know that just because 2019 is coming it doens't mean that it has to end. A lot more of this stuff will come to you and perhaps more.

All I wish to say is no matter how 2018 was for you know a new wave comes in with a lot more elements to guide you on your lifejourney.

I know some might call me cheesy or classic but I really do mean it as I know things can be hard. I have sufferd loss, lonelyness, anger, joy,.... This is my messagw to you all as I only wish you the best 💖💖💖💖💖💖

Know that I am all your biggest fans and that I will always be cheering for you no matter what. My inbox is always open for whenever you need it 💖💖💖💖💖💖

Alright I think I'm at the end of my poetic words but know that you are truely a talent and that everything will come to it's right way.

💖💖💖💖💖 happy new year's eve again and a happy 2019 to you all💖💖💖💖

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Also know that my inbox is always open for you all and nothing seems uninportant to me 💋💋💋

[teddy-feathers]

Some crappy poems that havent aged well

Of course I'll fall in love one day And hell its okay if its gay Of course I'll want sex one day So many new toys with which to play I'll grow up and be happy Fall in love and be sappy Do whomever makes me happy Of course i'll grow up and it'll feel... Trappy. ~*~ Stop this Are you even listening to the words Aching in your soul Stop this Its sickening why would you even want Them Stop this Its not personal but How can you be so full of shit Stop this Don't put me into a box of your own design Call me what you want just dont you dare call me "Mine" I'm not yours ~*~ I'll be in love with life With seconds Hours Days Seasons With people and dreams Hopes and reasons I'll try for you And you And you I'll try so hard to Let love grow like its supposed to do Just dont leave me alone Just be my friend ... Then again friendships all I wanted in the end ~*~ Sex is weird have you noticed? If you think too hard Well its too hard And its supposed to be slippery wet fun But something about being naked has me drying up faster then a grape in the sun. ~*~ A list Need want got to have Trust Friendship Fun Do not apply at all ever anywhere or time ~*~ He wanted me And it was flattering But I never wanted to be anyone's happiness. Or their sadness. The center of your world had better not be me because I will gleefully set it on fire. Or so i thought. Instead its... A tale you could tell your kids An epic romance of Waiting and heartwarming spite. A surrender of self. ~*~ "I love you" I say But they've always heard what they want, haven't they? "I'm in love with you," well thats something else entirely. But no one has seemed to notice ~*~ Maybe I like to be cruel. Making them believe - oops I did it again. Playing with hearts means offering yours in some fashion though. I try to explain its only a sliver - a consolation prize really She tells me it doesn't matter. Maybe its supposed to be romantic. It certainly sounds poetic, holding a piece and saying you care for the whole. ~*~ I have no heart, I locked it away in a comb and threw it out to sea... And yet here you are holding it saying it belongs to me. "How can it be" you cry as I deny "how can it be can it be you've no want of this comb when you have all that hair?" Well they never did say life was very fair. But if it pleases you I'll let you brush it - a hundred strokes a day - and if it makes you happy I'll set it in certain ways But your smile is my treasure as much as that comb, I'm as happy without it as I am with it home. ~*~ How can she be happy? She claims she loves me but I know she loves me not It's like warming yourself at an empty hearth and claiming its warmed you striaght through. I think this may be a ghost story, not a love story. But if she, a living girl, is haunting these dead halls Sitting at empty tables and claiming a ghostly feast Presented to her by yours truely, a mere specktor - a spectator if you will - She shouldn't be so happy to fade It would be for her own good if make the walls bleed and force her out out out. But she claims no place, no person could care for her as well as that she's recieved at my cold hands And I'm reluctant to send her into the storm alone.

[silverlovesmadi]

Black Sails s4 ep9: Last scene, Madi's state of mind and parallels

What is that feeling called when different senses of your brain are being stimulated at the same time? At the end of this episode you’re are left with so many different and conflicting feelings and conclusions. But one thing is for sure: how depressing and heartbreaking it was. For one: In the last scene you see Silver, Flint and Hands gazing upon the utter distruction in front of them. They were unprepared for it, blind too it (Hands wasn’t obviously, always the very neccesary voice of reason), because their inside turmoil was to great. And so again, Billy proves he was right and he wins. Rogers wins too, since his entire purpose of being has become his dedication to the complete distruction of all high seas piracy. What are we to take from this as an audience watching this from the comfort of our 2017 homes? How senseless and stupid ALL of it is? That the times they lived in only warrented tragedy? The only choice of “true” freedom being piracy for so many men (and women)? Former slaves included. Now, like I’ve been saying week after week, am I surprised of this outcome? Of course not. It was more of a “brace yourself, because YOU know what’s coming.” Sadly, our main characters didn’t. Sidenote: To see Billy spare Ben Gunn was so poetic in the sense that if he didn’t had freed Billy, the distruction of the Walrus and the massacre of the Walrus crew wouldn’t even have happened. This entire mess is Flint digging his own grave, if he could’ve mustered to work together for once in his life, to care about the concept of friendship the same way Silver does, to be an empathic being, they could’ve been prepared for this assault, but again we all know Flint, Billy knows Flint and here we are. I personally don’t care much for the pirate cause, because of it’s toxic hypermasculine nature, but damned did all those men die for nothing.

Everything what Madi said to Rogers was in true Madi likeness. To hear her confront Eleanor of her hypocrisy in episode 6 was already incredibally satifying, but to hear her confront Rogers on his bullshit, you could tell he is not used to a Black woman defying him like that. I truly wonder what Madi used out of that book Rogers wrote about himself. Because she was fighting her damnedest to maintain her composure, her eyes were watery, her face evoking so much emotion and turmoil. Meaning not all of her words corresponded with her true thoughts. She doesn’t know anything about what has transpired between Silver and Flint since being captured in Nassau, she has no clue. She’s never had the chance to have a good conversation with a man like Julius, who could possibly be a father figure. As “badass” as her speech was, because truely what Black woman wouldn’t want to give a colonial sociopathic dipshit like Rogers her piece of mind, Madi is acting from what she believes to be the most selfless way to act. However scared she may be and fighting not to show that fear, she believes that to choose her own personal and individual desires (Silver) over a chance to fight for a free world for her people would be the most selfish thing she could ever do. And “It goes against everything she understands herself to be.” She’s at an impasse, a dilemma, the same place her mother was when Madi knew she wasn’t able to lead their men through the first battle with the British Navy. She refuses that deal because she holy believes it to be the most selfless and self sacrifing choice to make. She is in it, part of it, not on the outside like us, the audience, so her mind isn’t clear. She’s deciding FOR her people, not WITH. Her word is law, because before her it was decided that the Maroon community would not be a democracy. She was prepared for this role since she was a child, saw her people’s constant fear growing up and growing up in freedom herself, albeit isolated and hiding from the still existing threat, allowed her to form her current ideology. It’s a horrible and tragic place to be honestly, to finally have such a chance to give your people that freedom they so desperatelly seem to want and to have to contemplate giving it all up to make a deal with the devil were in you have to aid them in maintaining said threat that has caused all these years of intense hatred and anger against the powers purpetrating it in the first place. To be in a place where she can continue her fathers legacy who can not have died for nothing. To, with her own eyes, see the enslaved on the Plantations being brutalized and to not do anything about it. To live in freedom, to enjoy freedom, but see people who look just like you not have the same thing. To not want to disappoint anyone, betray anyone and want to save everyone all at the same time. What a mental hell, which she’s able to hide very well. But it’s easier for her to want this because she was born free. Her people, who still live in fear, would far likely take that deal, despite the fact it would mean that they would have to help the BE recapture escaped slaves. On the outside Madi seems to be a radical when it comes to her cause, someone who chooses idealism over realism, but what truely goes on inside of her head we do not know, because she does not allow us to see it, so we can only go of on body language. Either way, whatever she chooses, it will be a damned if you do, damned if you don’t type of situation. She knows it, so she’d rather choose martyrdom, then to choose to become a villain against the thing she’s been prepared to fight for her entire life. Despite the fact that choosing Rogers’ deal would allow her people and Julians people to live another day. They would rather choose fear over war. All those decisions to contemplate trusted upon so young a person. It’s a horrible tragedy to be in such a position in the first place and for that reason alone very diffult to watch. My heart breaks for her.

I don’t have to point out the very obvious difference between Madi and Flint nature and motives here, that’s why it really annoyed me to hear her speak of Flint the way she did. As if he deserved to be spoken of as such, while at that very moment he was betraying her very cause. His war will NEVER be the same as hers. Weeks ago I commented on somebody’s analysis about episode 5, wondering if Madi knew about Flint’s true motives, so I loved seeing the Madi x Silver flashback in which this was confirmed. He can not lie to her, keep things from her, that absolute trust between them is so important. A true tether moment. But she ended up working with Flint more closely anyway because, while Silver was missing, he convinced her that he wanted the same thing. Silver didn’t know about this, in the same way Billy didn’t know about Silver and Flint’s budding friendship in his absence. So, with that missing information and context, he panics and responds with a “Jesus, you sound just like him.”

I wonder, does Madi still believe this about Flint or is she willing herself to believe it like Silver has all this time, because admitting to yourself that your judgement was wrong, that you let yourself be pursuaded because you wanted it to be true so badly, is so much harder?

Special note: I personally loooved the flashback scenes between Silver and Flint, the in depth dialogue, the tranquility in and the length of the scenes, THE SWORD FIGHTING, Silver’s very apparent vulnerability and evasiveness, constantly struggling to talk about his past, like there is a deep sense of shame, like he truly believes it to be nothing, mean nothing compared to Flint’s story. I’m okay with that, he wants his present to be his origin story. It could also be that he instinctively didn’t trust Flint with that type of vulnerability, but didn’t realize it at that moment. We’ll see if he reveals it or not next episode. Only one episode left, so many loose eeeeends still, my God! How are they gonna do that in a consistent, clean and satisfying way? I hope the series finale is a hour and a half, because they have A LOT of ground to cover *laughs nervously*.