#and then of course jacks being himself and evangeline being himself

[shizzlesisntevenaword]

It’s interesting that, out of the many many lines Jacks said in 3 books, readers unequivocally agree that one line is the best while being so divided over which line Cardan said is best. I think that says a lot about their characters.

Sorry. Context: i posted a poll last week on Jacks’ and Cardan’s best lines; with the following results:

Jacks prefers actions over words and predominantly thinks of himself as a villain, underserving of Evangeline’s love, and certainly not her kindness. His feelings for Evangeline are complicated - he deeply loves her but he’s never genuinely loved anyone before and he doesn’t know if his feelings are enough and he just can’t take the risk that they aren’t. So his actions and words manifest that. He can’t stand to leave her for good but he also doesn’t trust himself to be near her so he constantly pushes her away by hiding the depth of his true feelings, however they may manifest. Of course there’s only one instance in which he truly let his feelings show, and that’s only when she’s not even there to hear it.

While Cardan is - he just wears his heart on sleeve. He constantly attempts to woo Jude and he’s flagrant about his feelings for her and he’s always telling her he loves her in about 1001 different ways. Of course readers would have a hard time picking his best line. He’s constantly throwing them!

Now I think we can all agree that Cardan girlies and Jacks girlies have the best taste

[starbiex]

evajacks kiss hint in ouabh??

So I was re-reading OUABH and there is no way this isn't a hint to the evajacks kiss we'll probably see in ACFTL!!

This scene is written with so much more detail than the previous description and introduction of kiss chess, there's no way it isn't a clue to something! I'd think that the whole description about the girl's trembling hands and the boy being nervous would usually be cut out UNLESS it is important 👀

NOTE: this is a long post, and there's a bit of rambling, but I promise I have a point!!!

the young woman in a paper crown

Hmmm... paper crown? First off, Eva is a princess, so the crown definitely makes sense and would suit her. Paper? On one hand, it's probably because it's kiss chess and it's just a board game, so it being just paper would suit the "game" vibe. But a part of me also thinks that it's more special than just for fitting the vibe of the game, I don't have a strong theory for this part but I do think it has something to do with Apollo, or maybe they get a divorce so she's no longer a real princess, or Prince of Hearts x Eva = Princess symbolism. Probably getting offtrack with this one but I know it means something, I just don't know for certain what it is HAHA

standing on her tiptoes to kiss

THIS ONE!!! I didn't realise this one as quickly as I did the others, but this is such a big clue!! In TBONA, when Eva would kiss Luc's cheek, it would describe how she tiptoes to do that. We already know that Jacks is taller than Eva since she has to tilt her head up to look at him when they're close, so it would make sense that she'd have to tiptoe to kiss Jacks a well!! I thought the tiptoeing was just cute and sweet in TBONA, but now I think it's one big clue that leads back to this part in OUABH!!!!

tall young man (in a black bishop's cape)

This one is pretty self-explanatory I think, Jacks is a tall young man, or at least taller than Eva by quite a bit. Agh! I don't have much on the black bishop's cape but I, again, feel like this would be important, or else it would'nt've been mentioned at all! Maybe the black cape could've gone by just fine, but why bishop's cape??

The girl's hands were trembling, but her cheeks were flushed with excitement

Maybe before the kiss, something big happens? like a fight?? she gets her memories back??? I'm not sure, maybe she's just really excited/nervous! Eva's always big on blushing and of course she'd be excited about the kiss!

and the boy appeared almost as nervous. He stood completely still. 

There are a lot of possibilities when it comes to what's happening in / what happened before the supposed kissing scene. Maybe Jacks knew at this point that the kiss wouldn't kill Eva? But, obviously, whatever it is, he's uncertain about the kiss. After restraining himself for letting a kiss happen between him and Eva for the basically the entirety of the two books, I do think that it's unlikely he would be the one to go for the kiss first, whether he know it's safe or not, so I think him standing still for it makes sense!

Evangeline couldn’t tell if he was afraid of the kiss or afraid that the girl might change her mind.

Ok, this sentence!! I think this is a huge one, personally. This most definitely sounds like something Jacks would think, especially after TBONA. Again, maybe Jacks knows at this point that the kiss wouldn't kill Eva, but he'd definitely still be afraid that it would. For the second part, I think this would definitely apply to Jack's mindset for Eva, especially after what happened at the end of the Hollow scenes. His feelings for Eva basically got rejected when she told him it was all because of the stone, and it was shown that this really affected him afterwards.

There are just so many possibilities for this potential scene! How would they know that the kiss would be safe? And how does Jacks believe in this strongly enough to not back away from it?

I have so many thoughts about this that I just can't really put into words, but feel free to build onto my ideas! <3

(also i had this drafted months ago but never posted it bcos life got in the way but im coming back to share this bcos i genuinely think this is huge :D)

[stellelikesbooks]

EDIT: this was before ACFTL

In Defense: (from the top of my head)

-He had a love spell put on him (by Jacks) which literally changed the course of his life, forcing him to completely devote himself to a complete stranger

-His friend (Jacks) betrayed him and had him in a literal coma, also making everyone believe he died

-He genuinely did believe that Jacks was a danger to Evangeline

-He had the archer’s curse put on him, which forced him to hunt down the girl he believed he loved (it wasn’t broken because it wasn’t actually real love, but it felt like it to him because of the love spell)

-he was literally tortured with a whip, which we know cuz of the mirror curse

-MIRROR CURSE

-daddy issues (which, DOUBLE STANDARDS. Cuz ik y’all are reading books about hot guys with daddy issues and now you’re making fun of Apollo 😤)

In Offence: (again, from the top of my head)

-he didn’t really care that he was hurting Evangeline and cared more that Jacks was touching her when he strangled her in bed (get your priorities straight man)

-knows that he is a danger to Evangeline, but acts selfish by being around her all the time (which, is basically what Jacks does as well? Jacks knows he can’t be with her, but he keeps leading her on anyway. SAME THING EVERYONE)

-He stole her memories which is an ENORMOUS invasion of privacy and theft

-He’s framing Jacks for stealing Evangeline’s memories (but Jacks did actually commit the murdering-Apollo thing)

[moobell55]

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

~An Evajacks smut I've been working up for some time, Smutty but also very Fluffy, He just really loves her, I made this for Valentine's day~

18+ -Smut Ahead, all characters are the age of consent in this-

It was a quiet evening in The Hollow as a light rain poured onto the roof top, filling the air with the scent of fresh rain. The sun had set only an hour ago but the darkness of the North cast away any remaining light from the sky.

Evangeline had retired to their shared bedroom not too long ago, stating that it was a "Hair washing night" and she needed time to do it properly.

Jacks wasn't sure what that meant entirely, but nerveless he kissed her before whispering a quick I love you into her thoughts. She looked disappointed when he didn't follow her up the stairs.

He wasn't really sure why she looked disappointed, after all having him in the same space as her when she was naked would prove a distraction for Jacks. They've been living together for weeks, sharing each other's company, cuddling to their hearts content, and proving the most trouble for Jacks was sleeping in the same bed together.

They'd not yet bedded each other yet, he didn't want to push her into something she didn't want yet. They weren't yet married, despite sleeping in the same bed and sharing many heated kisses and touches.

But that was all they ever shared as Jacks often pulled away before anything moved under her clothes. He didn't want to rush her or pressure his sweet Evangeline to lay with him simply because he couldn't control his lust.

He wanted her, wanted her love, her time, her kindness, her kisses and her body all for himself. He could wait a lifetime without having her simply to be in her existence everyday of his mortal life.

Oh how he loved her, the only good thing is his long immortal life. As he sat there thinking about his Little Fox, a sweet voice caressed the corners of his mind.

Jacks, come to bed I miss you already.

A smile grew across his shape face at her sweet words.

Of course my Love, I'll be right there Little Fox.

A laugh sounded through his head, one he could sense anywhere.

Hurry, I have something I want to show you.

He sat up and began making his way through the long wooden corridors of The Hollow.

Does my Little Fox have a surprise for me?

Another warm laugh traveled through his mind as he at last caught sight of their bedroom door; it was a simple door made of spruce wood, and had a lock that didn't actually lock.

You'll just have to open the door and see my Prince.

Opening the door Jacks was met with a sight sweeter than any Apple he'd ever tasted, one he couldn't quite believe for himself.

Evangeline was naked, well not naked but the cloth barely covering her breasts hardly counted, and the sorry excuse for undergarments that didn't cover much of anything. A familiar blue shirt caught his eyes, from where it sat on her shoulders.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" Seemed to be the only possible thought his mind could conquer, in the sight of so much of her soft flesh being exposed.

She raised a brow and spit out a chuckle, and pulled her face into a smirk, a look rarely seen from his Little Fox.

He watched as she sat up on the bed, her cleavage even more on display and on the verge of threatening to spill out of the lacy blue and gold bra.

Her smirk concerned Jacks, "Why Yes love, I found it lying around and decided it looked more comfortable than a nightgown."

His mind was not working, centuries of scheming must've worn him down; or truly it was the sight of the half (more like 3/4) naked love of his life before him. His eyes zoned in on the softness of her thighs, taking in every inch of the soft, rosy exposed skin that he could.

Without drawing his eyes away he spoke, breathless, "Is there any reason for all of this?"

Evangeline huffed out a laugh and his eyes snapped to the rise and fall of her breasts.

"Well Love, I've been trying to seduce you for the past week but nothing seems to be working," her tone was full of mock annoyment.

"Oh," seemed to be the only thing he could think of.

She laughed, "That's why the nightgowns have been getting shorter, but since you didn't notice I took matters into my own hands."

Her words bought his eyes away from her chest and back to her face.

"That's why you've been wearing those? I thought it was because they looked more comfortable."

She simply smiled and patted the bed next to her, becoming him forward. His feet seemed to move on their own as the next thing he knew their thighs were touching as he sat next to her on the bed. His spot next to her let him feel the pure heat radiating off her body, and also provided him a rather lovely viewpoint of her breasts.

Carefully she took his chilled hands in hers and held them in her lap. A lovely blush had risen on her cheeks, a blush that he wanted to kiss all the way across her body.

"I've been wearing them in hopes that you would take my message," her tone sounded almost bashful. So different from her previous demeanor.

It was his turn to go back to his normal snarky and teasing self.

"And what message would that be my sweet Vixen?" Lifting a golden brow in a mock challenge against her.

Suddenly that previous bold spark in her returned, a scheming look appearing in her sapphire eyes that sent his body aflame. Quickly she moved her hand against his clothed chest, running her hand over the hard panes of his chest while bringing her mouth to his ear.

Hot breath fanned his neck, "Well I've been waiting for you to fuck me, but it seems you're so old you must've forgotten how." As she pulled away she bit the corner of his ear and tugged at it, just how he often did to her.

A growl left his lips and she did nothing but smile, and remove her hands from his chest.

However she didn't stay off of him for long, her arms moved to push him back against the bed then carefully made her way to the buttons of his shirt. She perched herself on his thighs and took his shirt in hand, examining the buttons before ripping his shirt right down the middle. She smiled and ran her hands over the panes of his now exposed chest.

"You told me once that everyone should have their clothes ripped off sometime," desire coated her voice.

His hands moved to her hips and pulled her down to his level, hearing every little movement of her rapidly beating heart. He felt his lust for her begin to overwhelm his thoughts, and he surly knew she could feel him hard beneath her.

Rose Gold strands of hair fell down around their faces creating a certain with just the two of them hidden beneath.

A lustful smile covered his face, "In that case I'm going to rip these off you then," his hands quickly grabbed her rather full behind and gave it a squeeze.

She let out a small shriek and fell onto his chest, giving Jacks the chance to begin sucking on the exposed skin of her collarbone down to the tops of her breasts. Red and purple marks were left in the wake of his lips, painting a clear path to where they were headed.

He pulled away briefly and met her eyes asking permission.

Go ahead, please I've been waiting long enough for you, her voice sent chills across his mind and his growing desire only burned hotter.

He carefully moved his hands to cup her clothed breasts, they filled his hands almost completely; which was perfect in his opinion as it made them easier to squeeze. Carefully he felt the weight of them as he ran his thumbs over the tops, kneaded them back and forth between his cold hands.

Watching every move Evangeline's face contorted into as he played with them, hearing the quiet moans that slipped from her lips every time he gave a small squeeze.

His hands traveled to the middle of the lace, and with a firm tug it ripped right in half. Giving him a perfect view of them as they hung in front of his face.

She watched as he licked his lips like a man starved, as his hands quickly returned to her breasts. This time he focused on her rosy nipples, drawing circles of them and giving them firm tugs that had her fighting moans. He gave a firm pinch to them and the moan that slipped out caused his hardened cock to twitch in his pants. A whimper left her lips from where she felt it against her drenched, still clothed core.

He ground his hips into her from below and the friction causes her to practically fall on top of him. Giving him the perfect opportunity to lick a strip up the middle of her breasts, which his face now rested between. She cried out and his heated gaze met hers, a smell look of worry on her face.

“Evangeline? Is this all right?”

A nervous smile come over her face, and she sat upright on his lap so her breasts were no longer in his face.

“I don’t want to accidentally suffocate you,” she was unable to meet his eyes as she spoke.

A boisterous laugh left him, he was unable to help himself despite the growing look of anger on her face.

He licked his lips, “I’d be quite happy with being suffocated with your breasts; in fact I’d enjoy if even more if you sat on my face. I think you thighs would cause me a very lovely death.”

He didn’t sound like he was kidding from the look on his face. In fact he looked rather happy to be thinking about the thigh of dying because of her thighs.

A surprised look covered her face, “I see you’ve thought a lot about this.”

A chuckle left his lips, and he said nothing and just pulled her back down onto him. His long fingers once again finding hold on the soft skin of her chest. Using his knees her pushed apart her legs further so she was positioned right above his clothed member.

"I dreamed of it more like. You're a very hard person to fall asleep next to, and its not because you love stealing all the blankets despite being a furnace." He squeezed her breasts as he spoke, seemingly doing it with no thought. "It's because when we cuddle you love to push that lovely behind of yours right against my crotch, makes it rather hard to sleep when I'm hard as a rock behind you."

A bright red blush covered her cheeks, not from embarrassment but from the pure desire that filled his tone.

"So yes, I would say that I think about it quite often," golden strands of hair framed his sharp face and Evangeline felt as if it put her under a spell.

Her hands moved to his gilded locks, intertwining with the soft strands as a low groan slipped from him. Only a devil could have hair as perfect as Jacks, well only a devil could be as eye appeasing as he was.

"Do you like it when I play with your hair?" Evangeline knew the answer but she wanted to know if he liked it when she would pull and tug at it.

Smirking he pinched her nipples suddenly, causing both a cry to form and her to tug at his blond locks. At the pain his eyes rolled partly back into his head and a loud gasp of pleasure to fill the room.

With a lazy grin he flipped them over on the bed, his strong hands left her breasts to rest gently on her waist. He was propped up on his elbows to keep his weight off her, she moved her hands to rest them against his muscled back.

Evangeline rather liked the feel of him on top of her, the glow of the firelight making his hair shimmer in the dark of their room.

"Evangeline." His voice held a question.

"Yes my love?"

Cool circles were being rubbed into the exposed flesh of her thighs, sending tingles throughout her over sensitive body. Jacks icy blue eyes were glowing, something that wasn't usual for him but Evangeline felt as if she'd never truly get used to it.

His hands stopped their movements as he seemed to gather the words of what he was trying to say.

"Evangeline may I taste you?"

She felt her bravery fall away at his strange question, not knowing what he was even trying to imply.

Hesitating, "I'm sorry, taste me? What do you mean by wanting to taste me?"

It was his turn to look bashful but his courage didn't falter.

Smiling, "Well when a man loves a woman very much, he'll often be inclined to pleasure her in any way possible, including licking and sucking that sweet cunt of yours."

Evangeline cheeks have never been brighter in her life, she was sure of it; but his words filled her with a new kind of desire for exploration.

His cool fingers resumed rubbing her thighs, traveling close to her clothed center.

Evangeline was certainly curious about his desire to taste her, not quite understanding the appeal but eager to try. She spread her legs wider giving him room to move his body down between her thighs.

Gazing up from where he rested between her warm thighs he carefully ran a finger over her soaked panties. His eyes met her asking for permission and she could do nothing but nod, letting him continue.

He took her panties in his grasp and with a firm tug the thin lace ripped off of her. Leaving Evangeline complete bare before him except for the shirt that hung over her shoulders.

Instantly his frigid fingers met her overly hot core and Evangeline bucked her hips towards him at the delicious touch. He did nothing but smile and repeated the motion, this time gathering her dripping wetness onto his fingers then hastily popping them into his mouth.

She couldn't help the gasp that left as she watched his face contort in pleasure as he tasted her juices. He cleaned his fingers quickly before returning his hands to her hips, spreading her wider before him.

His hot breath fanned her drench cunt before it was quickly replaced with his mouth and tongue. He began licking the length of her cunt, licking up her juices like a man starved for eternity.

As he worked her over with his tongue she moved her hands to his locks and pulled them tighter every time his tongue collided with her clit. Her body felt if it was on fire and the only possible way to put it out was from the coolness of his frantic tongue.

Pressure was building inside her body as he worked her, it felt as if she was walking a thin tightrope in between this world and whatever form of Heaven would allow Jacks in.

When her peak became closer Jacks removed a hand from her thigh and quickly slipped in finger. Listening as she cried out at the intrusion, her body quickly welcomed the long digit as he began curling it inside her shaking cunt.

Bucking her hips against his face now running with her juices, she could do nothing but grip his hair as Jacks fucked her with his tongue and fingers. Quickly she was approaching that edge she been craving for weeks.

Catching her off guard he added another finger and began scissoring her cunt as his tongue sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth. The feel of his long, cold fingers in her too hot cunt added to the frenzy of her movements against his face. Jacks knew her peak was near.

With a thrust of his fingers she came apart from his tongue as he licked her through her peak. Evangeline pulled his hair and squeezed his head between her thighs as her moans filled the darkness of their bedroom.

As she came down he gave gentle licks to her throbbing cunt before at last pulling away. Her juices ran down the length of his face, coating him with a shine that she had the sudden denier to lick off of his face.

Breathlessly she beckoned him up towards her face, where they hastily collided their lips together. The pair moaned as she tasted her own sweetness on his lips, unable to get enough of the taste.

His Lips were the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted before now, but with their combined taste she knew nothing would ever compare. With kiss bitten lips they pulled away from each, sweat covering both of them from their antic.

He looked almost drunk from the taste of her as he at last spoke.

"You have two delicious pairs of lips for kissing, and I'm going to be spending a lot more time getting antiquated with the sweet lips of your cunt." His words sent another wave of wetness to her thighs.

Letting out a huff she turned to place a kiss against his cheek.

"I'd be rather fine with that, I have no plans on my agenda for tomorrow morning if you'd like to further meet them," she said slyly.

Jacks grinned, showing off the dimples she loved so much.

"So my lady wishes to be woken up with my mouth feasting on her cunt yet again, I think I can arrange that," he was a devil, a lovely one, but a devil neverless.

She rolled her eyes and moved her hands to the buttons of his black trousers, carefully undoing the buttons as he watched her work.

He pulled them down his hips and threw them somewhere in their shared bathroom. Gold hair dusted his legs, enhancing the cords of muscles in his lean body.

Tenderly she ran a hand up one of his legs, clear to the inside of his well built thighs.

"You talk about how perfect my legs are, but yours look as if they were carved from a block of marble."

He chuckled darkly, "If you think my legs are perfect you should see my cock."

Challenging his tone she moved her hand to the waist band and began yanking them over his hips. His cock sprung free and Evangeline refrained from letting out a gasp, knowing it'd only fill his massive ego more. Evangeline had never seen anyone cock before this, but she knew they usually weren't this large.

Truly she doubted if he would fit but she was thrilled with the excitement that he'd soon be filling her aching cunt.

Gesturing down at himself, "Is my cock fitting to my future wife's liking?"

Rolling her eyes she ran her fingers over the red tip of him, watching as droplets began forming at the tip.

"I will admit it's rather nice but I'd prefer it being inside of me," he was a little bastard sometimes but so was she.

Pausing for a moment he ran the backs of his knuckles across her face soothingly, before helping her lie beneath him comfortably. He reached up and grabbed a pillow and placed her head comfortably beneath it before carefully moving her hair away from it so it wouldn't catch.

"Evangeline, before we begin I need you to know that we can stop at any time you wish, if the pain becomes to much or if I hurt you, you must let me know," he kissed her forehead before placing a kiss on each cheek.

With a smile she placed a quick kiss on his lips, "I trust you Jacks, and I know there will be some pain but I can handle it, and if not I know you'll stop."

A loving expression overcame him as he began lining up their hips, he quickly ran his cock through her sleekness to each his passage. She moaned and pushed their hips closer togther.

Taking this as a sign he carefully began pushing into her, listening to the way her heartbeat and breathing changed as he pushed on. Slight pain filled her, nothing overwhelming but every time she moved he stopped and waited for her to adjust to his size.

As Jacks bottomed out inside of her both released a moan at the feeling of her being stretched. Jacks looked near breathless as he ran soothing circles across her body, letting her adjust to the feel of him inside of her.

"Is this alright? Is it too much?" His voice was filled with concern and love for her, as his hands traced hearts against her soft skin.

Pulling his forehead to met hers she held him close to her body, griping onto the tough muscles of his back.

"It feels perfect, you can start to move but be gentle," at her words he withdrew a little before before carefully pushing back into her.

Slowly he began building setting the pace, giving her time to adjust to his size as her pleasure slowly began to build. Heat was pooling in her stomach again after he groaned his hips into her, the movement rubbing agiasnt her clit.

Nails dragged across his back as he began putting more force into each thrust that sent heat through their bodies.

"Evangeline, my love," a thrust punctuated his words. "You're so incredibly perfect, everything about you is so impossibly wonderful that I often wake up thinking I'm still dreaming." ]

He was starting to pant as his thrust became relentless, he was now chasing down her high and his own.

"You don't know what you mean to me, how happy I am to be able to wake up everyday here with you, safe in my arms," the sweetness of his words combined with their love making had her crying on in pleasure.

"Jacks please," she was so close to her high, she just needed him.

His hands returned to her clit and began rubbing the swollen nerve.

"I love you, and I'm eternally thankful to the forces in this world that you love me in return, that soon you'll be my wife and I'll have the honor of being your husband," his eyes never left he once as she approached her high.

With a final thrust and flick to her clit Evangeline came apart under him. Digging her nails further into her back as she screamed his name in pleasure as Jacks own high overcame him as he spilled into her core.

As they lay there holding onto each as they came down from their highs, Evangeline pulled him into a sweet kiss. Neither one wanted to pull away from the others lips, but alas they needed to breath.

She held his face in her arms whilst looking deep into his icy eyes.

"I love you too my sweet prince, and I can not wait for the day I can call you my husband at last."

Foreheads touching The Prince of Hearts held his Little Fox in his arms knowing he'd never felt more loved in his entire existence.

~Finish~

[robobeesknees]

the way caraval + broken heart trilogy would make the most magical tv series with the hottest cast known to earth

[kadeu]

Accepted — Leon Prospero

♠   Prospero Leon looks like Oscar Isaac (actor) ♠   He was born August 18th 1925; making him 95 years old but appears 43 ♠   This Strongarm is Heterosexual and a Nine of Spades ♠   He is a Sergeant First Class d in the Spade army

Biography

If ever anyone had a reason to be angry it was Prospero. Considering his blessed youth. It was only a matter of time before misfortune found him and stained his more than picturesque life . His mother and father were both spades. Most Leon’s were; those few who decided to separate and join other factions, (not that Prospero could tell you who they were.) their names were marked out of the family bible and never spoken of again. Understandable when you thought about it. They were a proud family, not haughty but took care in the things they did. Making a name for themselves as people who are trustworthy, reliable and strong. Lida Leon, made it her mission to train her children rigorously . And not only the children, every servant in their household trained. It didn’t matter where you fell in the ranking, your duty was to service the faction and their holdings. You would not catch a Leon or anyone working for them slipping, ever. It was a strict childhood. such was life in the Spade faction and it was one that Prospero grew accustom to. Flourishing under the tutelage of his mothers strong-arm abilities . Prospero was an eager twelve year old when he enlisted. Ready to show what he could do. Ready to prove his worth and to earn his placement by his own merit.

It wasn’t easy, in fact out of the new batch that joined along with him. Prospero often found himself trailing behind. That was when he met Eliana. She challenged him in ways he hated but also loved. They pushed each other and as the years went on the two rose higher and higher. It became all to clear to him, that they were perfectly matched. The proposal of marriage was offer up by his parents to Eliana’s. Something the young man and woman; newly fledged jacks of spades desperately wanted. Over the span of a decade and a half. Prospero watched his little family grow. Eliana thrived rising in rank to queen of spades. His two beautiful daughters , following in their Elementalists mothers foot steps; learning and growing. They should of had the best life . But fate had other plans. 

The fire was too hot. This was the first thing that came to mind as he woke from his bed. Eyes shining from the smoke that filled them. Lungs burning as putrid, deadly smoked strangled his lungs a vice grip around his throat. Eliana wasn’t in bed.. He could hear, the scream of Agatha and Adeliade Prospero stumbled from his room. Flames engulfed everything; scarcely able to see. His vision made even more obscure as a wooden beam fell from over head. Creating a wall of fire between himself and his family. Choking on acidic clouds the billowed around them. Still, he watched as Eliana’s fist pounded against their children’s bedroom door. Putting all of her strength and magic into each thrust. Relief taking hold; as his wife was finally able to breakthrough. He remembers this with vivid clarity. Their cries and please to him. Three sets of eyes turn towards the patriarch; red hot flames illuminated their skin in a sickish reddish, orange glow. The loud creaking from the floor board bellow their feet; echoing in the corridor. Then the screams as they all fell down, and the house on top of them. 

He shouldn’t have survived. Thought of ending it all when he realized they were dead. He spiraled after that. Of course, that was expected. When you out lived your children, when you lost your better half. The darkness that eats away at your soul is all too real. Nothing can soothe it, nothing can ease its pain. Determined to figure out what had cause the fire. It turned to an obsession. It didn’t matter to him that his leg wasn’t healing properly; he hid it well enough. His focus had been finding the culprit behind the fire. That need for answers consumed him. Having him chase leads from one faction to the other.

It was a rainy day in the club district when he saw her. Something about Eva reminded him of his girls. For the first time in two decades he found his purpose once more. Eliana had been the one to teach their children. It was a tradition in the Leon family; the mother teaching and passing on their knowledge to their youths and household. But traditions change and he had nothing left to lose. So he trained her, took Eva into his home as and sponsored her. Giving her a chance at something better. Prospero was aware of the mumblings. What it must have looked like sponsoring a stranger and a young girl at that. The disgusting accusations that circulated under their breaths when they saw the pair. Of course, none had the balls to say it to his face. Good thing too, or they would meet the end of his cane as he cracked it over their heads. He knew how ridiculous they must look. The crippled older man trying to train a blind girl. But there was more to Evangeline than they would know. A spirit and resilience that matched his own.

Prospero, the dedicated sponsor, it had an oddly satisfying ring to it. The duo trained for several years and things were going well. Never did he think he could be proud thrice over in his life but he was when she ranked. It seemed that things were going well But once again fate stepped in. The news of his injured leg getting worst spread. When it became clear to those higher up that his leg wasn’t getting better. His rank slipped from Jack to nine. Prospero was fine with this. She was already in the door. It was up to her to prove what she had to offer. He continued to teach her, determined to pass on the knowledge he held because there was no one left to give it to. No one except the kid. The potential was there, and damn it. If he didn’t want to prove how valuable she could be. No matter how much he might have teased her. No matter how hard he was on her, how firm or stern. Eva had taken up a special place in his heart. She was not Leon by blood or name but she was one in spirit, in heart . This endeared Eva even more to him. Finally, he had family again.

Personality

He wields his cane as if it was some kind of staff or wand. While lower ranks might see him as a peculiar man. Hitting this one or that one on the back of the head; some sort of persnickety mumbling of words about being lazy. Those who know him best, know not to push their luck. Snarky and sardonic as his words may be. He respects the ranking, content to offer his knowledge to those who need it– if you ask him they all do. He respects their way of life. Knowing that change is important in order for them to grow and prosper. 

Even at his age and with his permanently injured leg. His flurry of blows are unmatched . Even some higher , younger ranks can’t seem to keep up. Or understand how he’s able to produce the power behind each of his thrust. There is a steadiness about him a calming effect. A stillness, that seems too slow and steady those around him. Some call him a grumpy man, others a mentor. But for shits and giggles most tend to call him The Monk.

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Seeing Red Ch.1

So, here's the long mentioned Seeing Red. The story takes place parallel to Seeing Green, just all of the junk with Eva you've missed. And it's rated explicit. Enjoy.

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Evangeline sat on her hotel bed, her head in his hands as she felt her head throb hard. Today had been far too eventful for her liking, and she had nearly lost Marinette to that stupid Two Face villian. Eva had never been more terrified than seeing that gun pressed to Marinette's head, the trigger just inches from being pulled. It was only their second day in Gotham and they were already running into trouble.

"-And so I'm heading down."

Eva blinked and looked up, staring at Caline Bustier, who stood before her in a lovely little black dress and kitty heels. 

"What?" Eva croaked out, her eyes feeling heavy in her skull. She just wanted to sleep, to forget about today. 

"I said that the students invited me down for dinner, so I'm heading down." Caline repeated patiently, smiling at the TA as she grabbed her purse. "I'll be back up in a few hours." 

They had invited Caline, but not Evangeline. They never did, she was pretty sure the kids hated her, ever since she supported Marinette on her first day at that school. Well, except Adrien, he was a sweet boy, though a bit clueless on how the real world should work. But Eva did find herself pitying the boy… 

"Have fun." She spoke, watching her mentor leave, before standing. Perhaps she should go check on Marinette, lord only knows that Caline hadn't checked on the girl after her near death experience, thinking that she was 'strong and independent, fully capable of handling herself'. 

When she had first said that to Eva, she had wanted to spit on the French woman. But, of course, she had withheld, not wanting another lecture of keeping her temper in check while in Paris.

Once Caline was gone, Eva heard a soft tapping noise. Her brows drew together as she glanced around the room, trying to locate the noise, before drawing close to the window. Just behind that curtain, that was where the tapping noise was coming from.

Could it be a tree branch? No, she was on one of the higher floors. And it couldn't be a bird, it had a rhythm to it. Her body tensing up, prepared to bolt if she had to, she pulled open the curtains.

Only to see a man suspended in midair just outside her window. It took everything in Eva not to scream as she scrambled back from the window. It took her a few minutes to realize it was Red Hood that was dangling outside. Giving him a withering glare, Eva stormed up to the window and shoved it open.

"Are you trying to be a fucking stalker and give me a heart attack?" She snapped as Red Hood took the moment to slid into the room.

"No, I thought I'd drop by and see if you were okay. You did a gutsy move today." Red Hood crossed his arms, glancing around the room. "Small space."

"Yeah, well, the school couldn't exactly afford high-end suites." Eva responded dryly as she watched the vigilante carefully. "Not to be rude, but this could be considered creepy on so many levels; find a woman's hotel room and sneaking in through her window."

"Well I assure you, I'm not trying to be creepy." Red Hood shrugged, then crossed his arms. Eva couldn't help but notice the muscles in those arms, then found herself blushing when she remembered how it had felt being pinned under him at the mall earlier.

God, she really needed to get laid.

"Well you're doing a terrible job at it. Listen, is there something you need, Mr. Hood?" Eva eyed him once again, then promptly turned back to the vanity, taking her hair out of its bun carefully. "Because I've had a very long day and I'd like some sleep."

"I wanted to take you out for an evening stroll." He shrugged, then reached out and took her hand, giving a dramatic now. "A reward for your balls of steel today."

Eva's brows rose, as she weighed her options. On one hand, he could maybe kidnap her or plan to sell her into some sort of smuggling ring, but on the other hand Marinette told everyone she wanted to be left alone tonight, so Eva's only company would be Caline when she gets back. Yeah, the kidnapping was a preferable thing to choose.

"What would be on the agenda?" Eva crossed her arms, mimicking his stance as she felt herself smirk. "Gonna make me watch you beat up a bunch of baddies, hoping I'll get wet simply from the testosterone radiating off of you?"

The choking sound he made was beyond satisfying, a chuckle escaping her before she could stop it. Red Hood straightened and went to the window, pushing it open once again.

"Listen, I just thought you'd like a bit of fun before you head back to boring ol Paris, okay? So you wanna come or not?" He held out a hand to her. After a moment's hesitation, Eva reached out and took his hand.

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Jason had to admit, he wasn't entirely sure why he went after his woman. Maybe it was that 'no bullshit' attitude she seemed to have when he confronted her back at the mall. Maybe he was simply being a hot blooded male and her ass had been on his mind a lot today. Or that he wondered if she had a pretty smile. Ah, the mysteries of life.

Red Hood wrapped an arm around Eva’s waist, her wrapping her arms around his neck in return. He quickly landed near the more questionable parts of Gotham, where he usually dwelled. He set her down on a ledge of one of those multiple stories with the weird gargoyles on them. He motioned for her to wait, before he jumped down into the alley. 

Eva frowned and brushed some snow off of the roof and took a seat next to one of the gargoyles closest to the building, pulling her knees to her chest. She had to be insane to come here, but the sight of the lit up Gotham was a pretty one. She was so caught up in the sight, she barely noticed when Red Hood landed back on the roof and handed her one of the bottles of beer he was holding. 

“Thanks stud.” Eva shot him a dry smile before cracking open the beer and taking a swig. She watched as he sat on the other side of the gargoyle, hiding most of his body, then listened as he cracked open his beer and took a swig. “It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this.”

“What? Have a beer?” Jason’s brows shot up, but a smirk played at his lips. He stared down at the brown bottle in his hand and chuckled to himself. “You never just sit and have a beer?”

“Not really. I try not to drink often, I don’t wanna fall into the habits my father did.” She muttered, glaring down at the bottle, but took another swig and leaned back against the cold, damp stone of the building. “But what I meant was I don’t really get to relax like this. I always have to be this high strung bitch because the supposed teacher of my class is shit at her job.”

“You wanna talk about it? I mean, you ran in after one of those students today and nearly got shot, you looked like you could have used some relaxing or ranting. Shit, maybe I should have taken you somewhere to beat the shit out of someone, that always makes me feel better when I’m pissed off.”

There was a heavy silence in the air before he heard her let out a defeated sigh.

“You know the French class that won that big contest Bruce Wayne hosted a few months ago? I’m the TA for that class, but I wish to God that I could be their teacher because the one they have doesn’t do jack shit. She actually has the nerve to tell everyone to get along, she doesn’t reprimand bullies, and she knows this bitch of a brat Lila is lying, but she is convinced that it’s some disease that causes her to lie. It’s a disease alright, it’s called being a fucking psychopath! She’s accused me of being a pedophile before!”  Eva threw her hands up in the air, feeling her anger rise. Every part of her was suddenly telling her to shove it down, to stomp on it before those flames could blaze, but she let herself get angry, truly angry. She wasn’t in Paris, Hawkmoth couldn't reach her here. “She causes so many fucking akumas, but no one wants her to get akumatized, but there will always be akumas, there’s never not a fucking akuma in Paris! But hey, you think they'd put that in the brochure or something so that a young Canadian teacher who wishes to strengthen her French by going to France, the girl would not choose Paris, but noooo, that’d be bad for tourism, not the literal fucking supervillian that has made it so that Parisians can’t cope with their anger anymore because they’ve been groomed to never be angry ever!”

Jason closed his eyes and listened to this woman rant about stuff that had probably been on her chest for a long time. He smiled when he heard her chug her beer, then sighed. He began to take a swig of his own beer.

“I think maybe I just need a good, rough fuck. Maybe then I’d feel better.”

Her words nearly made him spit out his beer, but he forced himself to swallow. 

“Why would you want that?” He asked after coughing for a minute, setting down his beer. He felt his cheeks heat up as his mind wandered to less than savoury places.

“Because then maybe I’d unwind a bit. I’m always so worried or stressed lately, especially with Marinette almost getting akumatized last month thanks to that class of hers…”

He watched as she walked towards the edge of the ledge, setting a hand on a snow covered gargoyle. She could have looked back, could have seen his face, but she didn’t. Jason smiled at that and put his helmet back on. Slowly,  he made his way up beside her, setting a hand on her shoulder.

“Why did you run after that girl today? You know that was pretty reckless.” He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Because I care about her. Not too many are caring about her right now and every part of my body is telling me to be there for this girl, to be… To be a part of her team. Her entire class excludes her, she’s this social outcast, save for the rest of the school who aren’t sharing one fucking braincell.” Eva sighed and turned, allowing Jason to stare deep into those vibrant purple eyes of hers. “I’m sorry, I went over all of my issues, but I didn’t let you talk once. That wasn’t fair.”

“I have brothers I can vent to, don’t worry about it. Besides, hearing you talk is kinda nice.” He shrugged, then blinked when there was a faint darkening to her eyes. 

“Tell me, Mr. Red Hood…” Eva smiled and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. She could feel the warmth radiating off of his body and it made her shiver in delight. “Why would you bring lil ol me to a roof and get me some alcohol? Hoping to get lucky with a foreign girl?” 

Her smile widened as she listened to him sputter, taking a step back, but grabbing the lapels of his jacket and tugging him along with her.

“I have a proposition for you. I want a week of fun, no strings, kinky as we want sex. I know you don’t know me, and I sure as hell don’t know you… But, what do you say?” At his silence, she let out a chuckle and leaned closer. “Unless you don’t think you can handle it.”

He was silent for the longest time. So long that Eva’s alcohol buzzed brain began to panic. Wait, what if he was ace or gay? Or was already in a relationship? He didn’t know her, why the fuck would he-

“You really sure you want this?” Red Hood leaned close, grabbing her wrists and giving them a light squeeze. “I’m not some gentle giant.”

“Oh, I certainly hope you aren’t.” Eva let out a lustful purr before she could stop herself. 

“... Tomorrow night, I’ll be there around six thirty, got it? I’m taking you somewhere and we can work all of these pent up emotions out of you.” He hissed at her softly, making her tremble. “No excuses.”

“No excuses.” She agreed and grinned.

He took her back to the hotel, giving her a playful bow before he went back out into Gotham, disappearing into the night. Eva smiled as she kept the window open, watching him go.

“Evangeline! What are you doing with the window open, it’s freezing!” Calina snapped as soon as she stepped into the room, scowling at the TA. Eva didn’t respond as she shut the window, the dopey smile still on her face.

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LOST rewatch (season 3):

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episode 1 – A Tale of Two Cities:

Time for Dooooowntooooown!!!

“So I guess I’m out of the book club.”

Aaaah it’s THAT Jack flashback episode aka the lowest he’s ever been aka

It’s not that Matthew Fox is a bad actor… it’s just that everyone else on the show is better than him. It becomes even more apparent with the presence of Michael “I single-handedly invented acting” Emerson being around there to stay now.

Sawyer solving the bear cage puzzle is so cute I wanna hug him.

episode 2 – The Glass Ballerina:

Awwww yaaaaas Ben’s round glasses jkdgnidfgnoidsfg

It always baffles me how long it takes for the credits to finish. Going on minute 8 of this episode and they still rolling.

It’s Sally Slingshot

Only Ben Linus can use a camping chair as a dramatic prop

“My name is Benjamin Linus and I’ve lived on this island all my life.”

episode 3 – Further Instructions:

John being speechless after seeing naked Desmond running through the jungle – #same

Wait… is that the sweat lodge episode? If so it means sweaty topless Terry O’Quinn and my body is absolutely and 100% ready!!!

Charlie just made the same “you don’t call, you don’t write” joke on John that he already pulled on Eko

It’s probably the only totally… useless John flashback. Like… we don’t really learn anything about his character that we didn’t already know. I still enjoy every second of John screentime we get but… I wish they had used this one for something else.

“amendable for coercion” is probably what Ben has written in John’s file as well

episode 4 – Every Man For Himself:

Oh shut up Charlie, you jealous ass.

It’s the episode in which Ben knocks Sawyer out with his phallic baton.

“the big kahuna”

First time appearance of the true star of the show: bunny #8

I love that of all the characters on the show, Sawyer’s the one who reads every book he can get his hands on.

Murder cactus hair!!!

Ben’s Bunny Bag™!!!

episode 5 – The Cost of Living:

Sexy linen outfit, Ben! Love the abundance of chest hair!

“Do you believe in God, Jack?” – “Do you?” – “Two days after I found out I had a fatal tumour on my spine a spinal surgeon fall out of the sky, and if that’s not proof of God then I don’t know what is.”

“I guess he’ll be expecting us.”

episode 6 – I Do:

Yet another bad wig for Evangeline Lilly

Random Nathan Fillion

I love the cage frickle frackle scene

Nice psychological warfare, Benjamin fucking Linus!

episode 7 – Not In Portland:

 I love Juliet’s curly hair <3

“I’m Tom btw.” – nice timing, Tom!

RICHARD ALPERT!!!

Ben just lying there, chilling with his back cut open… getting some fresh air on that spine.

There it is: Angel Hair Pasta story 2.0

“I wanna know what he said. You owe me an answer.” Good God what is it with Jack and this overly possessive behaviour? Why does he always have to know everything about the women in his life?!?!?! That’s not healthy, Jack!

episode 8 – Flashes Before Your Eyes:

More Desmond, hell yes!

istg that blue semi-unbuttoned shirt is such an iconic look for Desmond and it’s also hot as fuck

OF COURSE Charlie is playing Wonderwall

episode 9 – Stranger In A Strange Land:

The worst episode yet it gives us topless Benjamin Linus.

Seriously, I have hardly anything else to say about this one.

“Your bedside manner leaves something to be desired, Jack.”

Good fucking God, Jack you entitled self-righteous asshole!

episode 10 – Tricia Tanaka Is Dead:

Roger Workman!

Where’s Sayid btw?!??!?! Haven’t seen him in a while!

Aaaah there he is my bebe Sayid!!!

“SHUT UP! Red…. Neck… Man….”

episode 11 – Enter 77:

It’s the Mikhail Bakunin episode!!!

Oh wait…. Is that a Sayid episode? The one with the cat that I had completely forgotten about until now?!?!?!

I loves Sayid’s flashback hair in this episode.

NOT EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY, JOHN!!!

Oh John, what is it with you and beeping computers?

episode 12 – Par Avion:

“Remind me why we’re keeping him alive?” – “What do you suggest? We shoot him like a dog?” – “No. I like dogs.”

I love you, Danielle!

“The John Locke I know was…” nice time travel foreshadowing

Claire’s aunt is such an asshole!

John throwing Mikhail through the sonic fence is my jam!

DADDY SHEPHARD!

Okay but… if you can just go over the fence? Then why does Smokey not just… fly over it?!

episode 13 – The Man From Tallahassee:

OH NO NOT THAT EPISODE!!! Right in the feels!!!

John finally reunited with his future island husband.

The bedroom scene! Yassss!!!

“The man from Tallahassee? What is that, some kind of code?” – “No, John, unfortunately we don’t have a code for: there’s a man in my closet with a gun to my daughter’s head. Although we obviously should.” FUCK YAAAAS!!!!

“I know you, John Locke. […] Tell me John, did it hurt?” – “I felt my back break. What do you think?”

I like Tom Friendly – he really lives up to his name.

I can’t believe that Jack – the only doctor the survivors have – wants to leave the island all because Kate fucked Sawyer. Sounds like something a guy would do who’d detonate a hydrogen bomb because his girlfriend left him.

Ben and John out-sassing and manipulating each other is foreplay tbh.

“I was born on this island…” LIAR!

THE MAGIC BOX!!!! Fgnidgnidflsgnlkdd FUUUUUCK!!!! SHIT’S GETTING REAL!!!

Also a very rare occasion in which Ben’s beautiful face has no wounds, scratches, bruises…

You can see I adore this episode by how much I have to say about it even if it’s just a ramble of feels

And now it’s bondage John!

“And then you came striding out of the jungle, John, to make my dream come true.”

episode 14 – Expose:

Wow… I can’t believe I’m already that far down into my rewatch.

Unpopular opinion: I actually love Expose. It’s so… useless and dorky that it’s amazing!

“I’m just a guest star and we all know what happens to guest stars.”

It’s Boone and Shannon *cries forever*

I can’t believe someone called Maggie Grace and told her “hey, we know you got totally screwed over and we killed your character before you could have any substantial character development but… we need you back for an episode, you gotta scream your fucking lungs out of your body once more!”

Seriously…. This is the creepiest death on the whole show.

episode 15 – Left Behind:

Hahahaha it’s the one where Hurley tricks Sawyer into being nice

I loooove Cassidy and I love they mirrored this flashback with the Kate-and-Juliet-are-handcuffed-together episode

“My name is Kate.”

episode 16 – One Of Us:

It’s the one where Ben is very very creepy

That’s probably the only episode in which I can somehow understand the people who dislike Ben…. But I still love my dear rat boy!

episode 17 – Catch 22:

Ooowwww I love Desmond episodes

Oh Kate…why?!?!

I deadass forgot the whole freighter plot, like… I knew Miles & Co. where about to appear but I forgot how this whole thing started

episode 18 – D.O.C.:

Jin’s the only one who has a nice dad and a terrible mother

Also I just typed “John” instead of “Jin” which makes me wonder: where’s my bald jungle baby?

Aaaah first mention of fake 815

episode 19 – The Brig:

Fuuuuuck I’M NOT READY!!!

They made me miss my dear John for two (three?) entire episodes only to come back with this to totally rip my heart out

The “previously on” bit already wrecks me

IT’S THE PINS AND NEEDLES SCENE!!! Also known as: Ben tries this “flirting” all the cool kids are talking about.

Terry’s looking hot as fuck in that entire episode

Ben knocking out Anthony Cooper with his walking stick is my aesthetic.

Danielle causally poppin by to get some dynamite

“little hot for heaven, isn’t it?” – I would looooove this whole red herring if it weren’t for the “they were dead the whole time”-crowd

God that Anthony Cooper = The OG Mister Sawyer reveal is AMAZING!

“I thought I was special.” – “Well, everyone makes mistakes.”

Yes, James, KILL THAT ASSHOLE!!!

“I’m on my own journey now.”

episode 20 – The Man Behind The Curtain:

My precious Carrie Preston!

Uncle Horace

“Call him Benjamin.”

“You are the man behind the curtain – the wizard of Oz. And you’re a liar.”

Namaste!

Sterling Beaumon was the best casting choice for baby Ben!!!

Mikhail Bakunin still running like the devil’s chasing him (literally, kinda, considering Smokey revived him.)

John: [Ben] and I are going to see Jacob. – Everyone else: Wuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

Ben really has a history of very shitty birthdays.

And this is making me very emotional because it reminds me of the “video of tears and pain” which makes me wanna cry my fucking soul out.

“Kinda hard to celebrate on the day you killed you mom.” Oh fuck off, Roger.

Ben’s Bunny Bag™ back in action

“I don’t wanna go back there. I hate it there.”

The way Richard talks to baby Ben is soooo similar to the way Ben talks to John I’m gonna scream!!!

Okay but this is no kiddon the best episode of this entire show so far. Like… Nothing that happened up until this point compares to this!!!

I FORGOT ABOUT BEN SPEAKING TO AN EMPTY CHAIR!!!!

Still baffles me they thought they could slap some fake hair and make-up on Emerson’s face and make him look like a 20yo – when he was already older than Ben is in our now-timeline… like… was there no 20yo actor with a big nose and bug eyes around?!?!

“Goodbye, Dad!”

“The Dharma Initiative. They came here seeking harmony, but they couldn't even coexist with the Island's original inhabitants. And when it became clear that one side had to go, one side had to be purged, I did what I had to do. I was one of the people that was smart enough to make sure that I didn't end up in that ditch, which makes me considerably smarter than you, John.”

John Locke seriously bringing a knife to a gun fight!

alright kiddos, I am #fucked up now.

episode 21 – Greatest Hits:

How many episodes actually start with someone running through the jungle?

Danielle just showing up to blow something up!

According to Jack this is day 90? So it takes another 18 days for them to actually get off the island at that point?!?! Wow.

Guess that’s the end of bunny #8

episodes 22 & 23 – Through the Looking Glass:

OH MY GOD IT’S THE FIRST FLASH FORWARD!!!

“WE HAVE TO GO BACK, KATE!!!!”

“I’m a dentist. I am not Rambo.” – I love these two so much!!

Can you believe they thought it was a good idea to give Ben round glasses that make his eyes look even bigger than they already are? He looks like straight out of a manga.

There really is a lot of fatphobia in this episode.

It’s taller ghost Walt

ALEX AND DANIELLE MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!! WELP!!!

Ben letting himself be tackled and punched by Jack is such a power move. I am 100% convinced he let it happen on purpose because it’s already canon that he can easily knock out friggin Sawyer!!!

NOT PENNY’S BOAT

From Ben’s perspective this is once again John “striding out of that jungle to make my dream come true”

“I don’t wanna shoot you.”

Remember when you watched that finale for the first time and didn’t know all the time it was a flash forward and not a flashback?!?!? And then Kate steps out of that car and you were all like WOOOOAAAAHHHH?!?!?!

Remember when you didn’t know whose funeral they were talking about?!?!?!

That last scene was the first time I found Jack actually likable and relatable!

WE HAVE TO GO BACK!!!

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Rowaelin Pregnancy Headcanons

I have also made some headcanons about the inner circle from acotar here

-A couple years after the war and hopefully with Maeve's decapitated head hung on the wall, Aelin decides she wants to start trying for a baby

-Rowan of course agrees

-Aelin "subtly" suggests it means more sex

-That's a lie

-She leaned over so her hot breath was tickling Rowan's ear and said "it also means more sex for you" and bit his earlobe

-They couldn't get to a bedroom fast enough

-Cue them trying for months and still nothing

-No baby

-Aelin starts to feel like maybe she's incapable of having a child

-Maybe there's something wrong with her

-Rowan wants to smack her upside the head for thinking like that, but instead opts for wrapping her in a hug

-Might I add the size difference so Rowan basically encases Aelin in his body

-He says they can just keep trying, then continues to bite her earlobe

-More naughty shenanigans, including touches under tables in inappropriate places, Aelin coming to bed wearing only socks, whispering dirty things in the other's ear in public, and a quickie in a carriage ride that emotionally scarred the poor driver

-One day Aelin runs up to Rowan in tears and he asks what's wrong and immediately grabs her arms assessing her for injuries

-"I'm not hurt you stupid buzzard" and she takes his hand, laying it on her stomach

-Rowan's knees almost gave out

-After a year and a half of trying they were finally blessed with a baby

-Rowan sweeps her in his arms twirling Aelin around, princess style, then sets her down to plant a kiss on her stomach

-Aelin grumbles about how she doesn't have a baby bump yet but is actually preening like a peacock

-They told the others together

-Aedion nearly fell out the window when he tried to lean back against the wall in his emotional state

-Lysandra shrieked so loud that guards came running

-Gavriel smiled at him and wished him good luck in fatherhood

-Fenrys clapped Rowan on the back and said the baby would be proof he had sex with the queen of Terresean

-Lorcan smacked Fenrys upside the head

-Elide hugged the queen and both of them ended up in tears

-Both were tackled to the ground by a ghost leopard that wanted to join in on the group hug

--Aelin gets awful morning sickness and Rowan holds back her hair as she barfs in a bucket while simultaneously cussing like a sailor

-Elide brings her some cool towels and saltine crackers to help

-Rowan thanks the gods for Elide in that moment

-Rowan can not stop touching Aelin's stomach

-He leaves kisses on the baby bump when it starts to form and Aelin says he's freaking her out with being all "mushy" but secretly loves it

-Rowan refuses to leave her side especially as the pregnancy progresses

-He's terrified of something happening to her after Lyria

-It's only because of that Aelin bares with it

-she still complains about what a stubborn overbearing bastard he's being, but he's her stubborn overbearing bastard

-Fenrys and Lysandra get into an intense stare down on wether the baby will be a boy or a girl

-Lysandra thinks it'll be a girl

-Fenrys guesses it'll be a boy

-with the help of Aedion they make a bet

-If Fenrys wins Lysandra has to shift into Lorcan wearing a lime green tank top and bright pink shorts and walk around the castle like that

-If Lysandra wins Fenrys has to get a pedicure, complete with nail polish the color or Lysandra's choosing and flower designs

-Lorcan doesn't know about this bet

-For my baby Fenrys' safety you better hope he doesn't find out

-The word gets to Dorian and he sends a trunk full of children's books to read to the child, his personal favorite being "green eggs and ham" by Dr Seuss

-Not recognizing this tale Rowan asks how eggs can be green and Aelin laughs herself hoarse

-Sartag and Nesryn send a gift as well

-A cute stuffed animal that looks suspiciously like Rowan's other form

-Aelin wants to go out with Lysandra and shop for the baby because she needs some time with her bestie

-Rowan insists that he comes with or Aelin shouldn't go at all

-Aelin relents saying that he has to go into every shop she wants to go in, and no complaints

-Rowan scoffs at the request, as if he wouldn't go into a store with her

-He nearly throws up when Aelin and Lysandra enter a store that is a death trap of the most absurd shades of pastels

-he doesn't want to see another onesie that says "I wuv hugs" for the rest of his life

-Aelin's food cravings sends the cadre on errands across the continent

-Because the baby absolutely needed peanut butter covered strawberries from Fanharrow

-When Aelin is in the third trimester Rowan starts snarling at everyone who even comes near her or says one thing with a hint of disrespect

-He even snarls at Lysandra but Aelin flicks him on the nose for it and tells him to cool down or she'll send him to sleep with the dogs since he snarls like one

-speaking of dogs FLEETFOOT!!

-fleetfoot follows Aelin around and makes sure she's okay and brings her "presents"

-Rowan did not find the dead squirrel in their bed amusing

-Rowan is constantly asking her if she needs anything, more chocolate? A foot rub? Help tying her shoe laces?

-Aelin takes the first two and smacks his hand when he tries to tie her shoe laces for her

-Alein starts feeling the baby kick and is nothing short of cranky

-Despite that she lets Evangeline feel the baby kick her stomach, much to the girl's delight

-Aelin doesn't show it but she's both terrified (but excited) about having a baby/being a mother

-Aelin confesses this all to Aedion because she doesn't want any more worry on Rowan's shoulders

-Aedion reassures her she'll be an excellent mother and the child will have the best uncle in the world

-Rowan and Aelin sleep cuddled together in bed

-including massages for her back aches and Aelin melts into pure bliss under his firm hands

-Luckily Aelin wears his oversized shirt to fit over her enlarged belly and not her nightgown

-Rowan always has a hand laid on her stomach as if to assure himself her and the baby are still safe

-Aedion is playing a game of cards with his cousin, because they're both awful at cards so it's an even match of go fish

-Rowan is prowling the room like a panther because she's so close to the healer's best guess of a due date

-Aedion gets her jack of spades much to Aelin's glowering

-Then her water breaks

-She doesn't even tell them until she finished the game

-"Oh yeah by the way my water broke"

-Rowan's head whips around so fast it cracks

-Aedion's jaw drops "What? Just now?"

-Aelin shrugs. "No about five minutes ago"

-"WHAT!"

-Aelin is rushed to a room filled with midwives and Aedion calls Yrene from her room to come just in case anything goes wrong

-He had sent a message a couple weeks before so Yrene was staying in the castle while Chaol stayed to help Dorian

-Rowan doesn't know if he's breathing as he's waiting for the birth to start

-Aelin is pale and sweaty gripping Rowan's hand for dear life as she goes into labor

-Hearing her scream of pain as she pushes out as Yrene instructed sends Rowan's protective instincts into a frenzy

-He hates not being able to do anything to help take away her pain

-The baby comes out after multiple pushes and Aelin sobs through it, cussing Rowan out because the fucking baby needs to be gods-damned born already

-Rowan sends all the power he can into Aelin, anchoring her to the world, to the him; with their bond

-Then Rowan hears a cry not from Aelin but from his newly born daughter

-Yep it's a girl

-Fenrys is getting a peticure

-Aelin stops sobbing and falls back against the pillows, panting with exhaustion

-Rowan cradles the baby in his arms and hands her to Aelin after being snarled at "give me my daughter you buzzard"

-Aelin looks down at the bawling baby with its scrunched up face and meaty hands but nothing could be more beautiful

-"her name is..."

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Lazarus Theatre Company’s The Taming of the Shrew

Shakespeare wrote his many plays, sonnets, etc over 400 years ago, when times were very different. Should his work, therefore, be judged against current standards of morality and political correctness? Well, probably not but I have a confession to make. There is one Shakespeare play that I have assiduously avoided. This is mainly because I have thought that no matter how the text is treated, the basic premise of the play will always be wrong from every standpoint and, rather than be entertained, I will end up incensed by the production. However, I was recently persuaded to give it a go and so headed to the Jack Studio Theatre to see Lazarus Theatre Company’s production of The Taming of the Shrew.

The production starts before it starts and, there is a great deal going on as the audience take their seats, so it is definitely worth being at the front of the queue to go in when the bell rings. However, once the play proper starts, we are introduced to Sly (Gareth Balai) for whom this production is being staged. Then we are transported to Padua in Northern Italy, Where Baptista (Dawn Bush) has a problem. The problem is, her two daughters. The younger Bianca (Sabrina Laurison) is perfect in looks and demeanor. She is permanently being chased by suitors who would like to make her their wife. Chief among these are local men Hortensio (Shiv Rabheru) and the elderly Gremio (CJ de Mooi). However, Baptista will not let Bianca be wooed or marry until her elder daughter Katherina (Charlotte Dowding) is wed. Unfortunately, Katherina is known locally for being, wilful, headstrong and never guarding her tongue, in fact a ‘shrew’ and her suitors are numbered as zero. That is until an old friend of Hortensio’s by the name of Petruchio (Mathew Foster), along with his servant Biondello (Rachel Smart) arrives in town with the intent of enjoying life and finding himself a wife. Hortensio suggests that Petruchio woo and marry Katherina and this he readily agrees to do, claiming that not only will he marry and tame ‘Kate’ he will get her to love him. Hortensio’s plan is looking good but, in an unfair twist, when the tall, handsome Lucento (Samuel Lane) arrives and falls for fair Bianca. In order to meet and woo Bianca without her mother’s knowledge, Lucentio and his servant Tranio (Evangeline Dickson) change identities so servant becomes master and master become a learned scholar giving Bianca lessons. Of course, nobody will be marrying Bianca unless Petruchio can work his magic on Katherina and that will be no walk in the park for him.

Oh, William, why did you write The Taming of the Shrew? No matter how hard one tries to think like someone from the late 1500s, it is impossible to not to get annoyed by the subject of this play which boils down to this. On marriage, a woman ceases to be a human and becomes her husband’s property to do with as he wishes. Of course, those ideas no longer hold true and – let’s be honest – Petruchio’s actions would now lead straight to a divorce court if he was lucky following a long chat with the folks in the blue uniforms about his physical and mental abuse of his spouse.

Right, I’ve got that off my chest, so let’s turn to the production. I thoroughly enjoyed the whole show from start to finish.The adaptation of the text by Writer/Director Sara Reimers really works. There is so much humour in the show that it is impossible to stay grumpy at the underlying story for too long. Even Kate’s last speech is delivered in such a way that, and maybe this is just hope on my part, made it seem that just maybe, she had been fooling Petruchio and may have actually had the upper hand herself.

Lazarus Theatre Company’s The Taming of the Shrew

There was a nice dynamic to the cast that worked extremely well. It felt as if everyone was constantly supporting each other and if something happened, would jump in and rescue their fellow performer if it was needed. The performances were a nice mixture of styles, from CJ de Mooi’s fabulously over-the-top Gremio to Mathew Foster’s measured performance as Petruchio – the original ‘man with a plan’ if ever there was one, each character was nicely portrayed, though I have to say, apart from the odd moment, Sly didn’t really do much, but he seemed to have a good time so maybe that’s no bad thing. This was true also of Bianca who did surprisingly little. Possibly this was due to the way the story had been abridged but I just felt there should be more to her tale than there actually was. As far as the production went, I loved Rachel Dingle’s set, which actually starts outside the theatre. Played in the round, with some fascinating costume and music choices, this production of The Taming of the Shrew. works very well at grabbing and holding its audience’s attention from the beginning.

Overall then, whilst I haven’t changed my mind fully about The Taming of the Shrew. I will admit that I did have a thoroughly enjoyable time watching this production. The debate over the misogyny and abuse within the story will no doubt rumble on throughout time but, if you do wish to see a highly energetic and entertaining version of the play, then this is the one I would recommend.

Review by Terry Eastham

Lazarus Theatre’s Season of Legacy continues with Shakespeare’s witty and playful, yet dark and dangerous, The Taming of the Shrew.

Kate talks too much; at least, that’s what the men of Padua think. So they persuade Petruchio to marry her and bring his wilful wife to heel.

Part farce, and part tragedy, The Taming of the Shrew dramatises society’s attempt to control and one woman’s bid to resist. Shakespeare’s witty problem play hits the stage in an all-new ensemble production, using text, movement and a contemporary score. This is Shrew not to be missed.

The Taming of the Shrew By William Shakespeare produced by Lazarus Theatre Company ues 18 July – Saturday 5 August 2017 at 7.45pm http://ift.tt/1qxRmry

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Solitaire

-He escaped the Bloodletter’s camp the night the namesake had died in battle and made his way out of the Old Country, not by way of map but through the females he’d plowed through, leaching his needs from boarding to blood to sex. He’d relieved many of their wealth. Females were treated as nothing more than a means to his ends. And there was no reserve within him to stop him from taking the ultimate toll. Some of the human females he delivered unto death. Too concerned with his selfish needs for sex and the vein he had drained his victims with little thought for their lives. Humans were expendable to him, and he boasted of these things. Vampires were hardly left out of his depravity, though at least they had historically survived the ordeal, which made them prone to more brutal sexual acts. Of them he touted their resilience, though I hardly think their perspectives would have held it in the same light. He took tithes from their bodies, and left many with ravaged souls. This had been his legacy. After centuries of exploitation in the old country, he’d crossed the pond and ended up where the population of vampire had been concentrated, Caldwell. My mother had been the only one to catch his eye as more than a Saturday night meal and … the other function for which he used women. My mind stuttered on the thought of him being with her at all, and for her I had cursed my own existence. In terms of the vampire race, I was young. Born in 1969. I had ravaged her body, but my mother had survived. She was forever to suffer the ill effects of my growth in her womb, her internal organs weakened from the strain of carrying me. Despite the affection he suffered her, my father had loathed me, the half-breed son he called too pretty. He found me unworthy of his name, or even one found commonly within his race. He told her to give me a name befitting a rat without a tail. She had ignored him. And so my mother, Evangeline, had named me after one of her favorite musicians. Jagger. Son of Rhuin. Drop the “son of” off, please. My bastard father had kept her cloistered, and she was in no condition to put up a fight; it was some real Flowers in the Attic shit. I was her day and night, her every breath and what energy she had was invested in convincing my father to ensure my best chance through the transition. Though he’d never raised a hand at her, he had subjected her to mental abuse that made my blood boil. He was fond of threatening to wipe her mind of the argument. She never budged, not for twenty-seven years and in the end, she’d gotten her way. I survived. My mahmen had not. A mere month after my transition, she’d succumbed to her weakened condition, the one I’d caused. The one my father had. And I was left with only him. The only blood I had, he who had referred to me as a stain on the race for my impure blood; he who despised the human strands of my DNA. The humanness which he so detested was the direct result of his own predilections. The irony was rife and manifested like an ash in my throat I could taste. He had waited the entirety of a month before he had tried to help rid me of my life, locking me out of the house before dawn. I didn’t try to run. I didn’t seek out cover from day with an unsuspecting family or someone who couldn’t say no. That’s what he would have done and I was not him. Nothing like him. I opened my eyes wide, even though the rising ball of fire burned them, I threw out my arms in total surrender to my fate and… I didn’t turn a smoldering pile of my father’s bloodline. Turned out that human DNA had left me with a quirk he could do jack shit about. With a good pair of shades, yours truly could withstand that otherwise imposing star. I awaited nightfall with a smugness I hadn’t felt before, ready to give my sperm donor the shock of his life. I was the personification of spit in his face, a still-breathing example of his failure to execute. He had slammed the door on me, but left it unlocked. I’d never felt so confident walking back through that door, even with the knowledge it would only be to pack up my shit. His act made him a coward and I didn’t fear him, but I wasn’t sticking around for his next display of cowardice. I loved that my gifts were especially perturbing to my father, a solid kick to the nuts that the half human was more special a vampire than him. The karmic “fuck you” to the horrible male that despised the existence of his own offspring. He was a brute, a bully, one who had preyed on those he could overpower. He’d pillaged his way through women, human and vampire alike, with little respect or regard for how he left them. Rhuin had helped himself to other’s wealth, never earning his way, always taking it. Generosity was not something he had known the definition of, he wasn’t even into sharing knowledge. What little I knew of the vampire race is what my mother had been able to extract out of him, that and the bragging he had done over his conquests, the ones that turned my stomach and manufactured a host of other problems for me. Thank you, daddy. I didn’t know if my kind believed in karma, but in the end one might say that’s what caught up with Rhuin in the end. He had been tracking me, and I was smart enough to know it, but I paid it no true mind, just kept it tucked into my subconscious. Turned out, he hadn’t been the only one tracking. The wind had changed and I caught a whiff of a smell that was part granny’s perfume and part spoiled meat, while instinct told me to dematerialize the fuck outta there, I’d not done it. The Lessers were one bit of history he hadn’t hid, but I’d never come across them in the flesh, they were otherwise legend to me until that night. Why four approached him when only one had targeted me, I’d never know. Even if some small fiber of me had wanted to spare his life, I’d had problems of my own with a lesser that was imposing as hell. Fueled by a rage that had pent up over decades, I wailed on my unsuspecting assailant. An uppercut to the chin. A blow to the rib. Knee to the boys. Head butt. I was a blur of sloppy moves without the fine wax-on wax-off tutelage of a Mr. Miagi type but I survived the skirmish and I didn’t have to stick around to know my father had not. The last memory of my father were a sound, the banshee like wails of a male losing the battle with death. Rhuin’s death shouldn’t have weighed on me at all, but it wore my mind rather than my heart. I hadn’t loved him, but there was something about being without any blood relations that was both liberating and contrarily confining. That night had altered my course. I’d found an outlet for my rage, one that had me seeking that gut-turning stank that spelled lesser. I’d never felt so alive, and it became the driving factor of my existence. I’d returned to the family home with no one to protest my occupancy and it was acquired with ease. The quiet there was permeating, my only company a deck of playing cards and I often ended up passing hours playing Solitaire. It was not lost on me that the game was a damn metaphor for my life. I didn’t like the money that kept me fed and clothed. It was dirty, blood money and it made me sick to rely on it. It was the only link that remained to my father. I wanted more than my shitty paternity and the hole left behind from the absence of the one person who’d loved me. Oh yeah, and let’s not forget the never ending mind fuck from my father’s abhorrent past. Yippee ki yay. It made feeding from a female a real picnic, courses included panic, self disgust and pain for the use of the fairer sex for my base need. Speaking of, sex had been a near no-go for me. I found it hard to extinguish the idea that I was somehow stealing something from a female, something she could never be given back. Jagger son of Rhuin would never keep my cock hard, even when rolled over ruby-stained lips in the throes of climax. It had only happened in conjunction with taking the vein and at demand of the females I’d kept company with, and while my belly got full my soul had emptied every time. The civilian female who’d been the one to help me survive my transition had been my link to the vampire race. I’d sought her out after my father’s death and she had gifted me with books and offered up what she knew to help me get some traction on just exactly the part of me I hadn’t known too well. She was a female of worth, one too good to help me, but she had anyway. I’d eventually learned how to track my own kind, I knew what to look for and where to look, thanks to her. It was lost on me how Rhuin could have done the polar opposite of raising a female up, beautiful, stronger the more delicate sex, and he failed to realize their mettle. Ears open and eyes peeled had landed me at ZeroSum on the cool of a winter night, snow was falling, hiding the the scum covered streets and the stains of black blood humans wouldn’t recognize or pay any mind. My patronage paid off one night in the form of a sighting of a member of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. Eyes like diamonds with a goatee framing his mouth, and a serious “do not fuck with me” vibe; I knew by description he could only be Vishous son of the Bloodletter. Bet he loved that as much as I loved my own lineage, if idle gossip and tall tales held true. It was in that fleeting moment that my yearning to become something more was stoked. I longed to be more than a half-breed playing solitaire in a house abandoned of anything that much resembled life. I’d spent many a night sitting in a booth at ZeroSum until it went kaboom and I’d shifted my local to The Iron Mask. More observation. Casual questions. An unassuming demeanor. All had eventually landed me the knowledge of the Brotherhood training program. I hadn’t lied on the application, why the fuck would I? There was no point in trying to hide my insignificant-to-anyone-else history, only it turned out, history was still chapping my ass. Rhuin had been condemned for what he was, and they had known more about him than I could have ever been aware of. Turned out honesty wasn’t the best policy; it strung you up and hung you out to dry. I wasn’t trying to raise hell but I’d demanded - no - respectfully requested to see the brother Vishous, but was denied. I’d stupidly banked on the hope that if I could get a word in, he’d find some kind of kinship in our histories. They weren’t budging. On anything. Big fat nope. I didn’t need a training program to kill lessers. I didn’t need the Brotherhood to be a fighter. I’d walked out of that place after a shove through the door and with my chin kicked up, shoulders squared proudly. Nobody would have my six, it was me, myself and I. I was a quick study. Learned what worked and what didn’t in seeking the ranks of the enemy of the race. I was fond of keeping a relic for each one of my kills. Black heart after black heart, I committed each death to memory. This was my new game of solitaire. Fifty-two hearts, a full deck, a complete game. In my mind each container that held a soot-colored heart had been invisibly marked, the order of kill according to order of suit. I could roll through the litany of the deaths like flashcards in the mind, the faces of the putrid fuckers blended from one to the next, but the fights could be called up at will. This was the start of my own legacy. And what did ya know, it was time to shuffle a fresh deck.-