#and they refocused the drawing to be about a different subject. it was very interesting to see how the art changed with that ID

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Hi thank you for the kind words!! I try to put a lot of effort into my alt text and tbh I enjoy the challenge of capturing the mood & atmosphere of the drawing in text form while still being informative

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Salt & Snow - Chapter 5

Ships: Ned Stark x Reader, Brandon Stark x Reader

Summary: The daughter of House Caspian begins to realize her place in a world of strict tradition and hierarchy. A tragedy strikes Winterfell, bringing her closer to the Starks.

The brush slid across the thick paper, making a beautifully straight line. The black paint was bold against the paper, which wasn’t completely white, but it was the closest she’d seen, almost as white as snow. What a wonderful birthday gift. Y/N had a thin wooden palette that she perched on her lap, allowing her to take the paper anywhere and paint what she saw. She already had ideas of what to send Ned, although transporting a painting without damaging it would be troublesome. Maybe it was best to just keep it in Winterfell until he came back? He had to return soon, he was seventeen. It had to be soon.

It’s what Lyanna talked about often, and Y/N didn’t blame her. She wanted him back too, though maybe for different reasons. She was pleased he still kept writing to her, entertaining her childish whims, although she didn’t feel childish anymore. They didn’t talk about ‘childish’ topics, either, it was always… all sorts of things. Y/N  could write to Ned about anything on her mind, and he did the same.

I hope we can talk as easily. What if he comes back and I don’t know what to say? Y/N wondered if that was a silly thought. She refocused on her painting, dabbing a small brush into the paints she’d set up beside her. There weren’t many colors to work with, but that made it an interesting challenge. The training yard was busy this late, so she had plenty of subjects to observe. Painting moving figures was a new challenge. It wouldn’t be a perfect still life, instead, she’d try her own composition of movement and action.

Y/N hummed to herself as she worked. She had only two hours before the sun would set, but she was confident she could finish the rest of it in her room.

“Don’t most girls paint flower fields and vases?”

“I’m a lady,” Y/N responded. She didn’t look up from her painting right away, wanting to finish a few more brush strokes. “You should always be gracious to a lady, especially if you’re a future ‘Lord Stark’.”

Brandon grinned. “I was going to scare you, but I decided to be nice instead. That’s very gracious, I think.”

Now you sound like your little brother. Y/N set her brush down next to the paints. She observed Brandon was still in his traveling clothes. “When did you return?”

“Just over an hour ago. It was a slow ride, Ser Roderick wouldn’t let me go ahead of the escort.”

“There’s a reason for that.” Y/N smiled at his impatience. “How was the Rills?”

“The same as always. Next week I’m going to see Lord Manderly. While I’m there, I could stop by your family’s castle. Perhaps I could bring a gift to them.”

“That would be wonderful. You know they would love to have your company, my lord.”

Brandon’s smile was infectious, Y/N had to admit. Thank the gods he was over that irritating phase he had before, acting like he was too grown-up and superior to bother with Y/N and his younger siblings. Well, he could still be irksome to Benjen and Lyanna, but they paid him back tenfold with their usual mischief. Y/N was just pleased he acted like the lord he should be around her. Pleasantries made things easier, and it really would be kind of him to bring her father a pelt or her mother a rare book.

Right now, he was leaning over to see what she was painting, as he’d often been doing the past year. She knew he had no interest in art, but he still made a point to ask about what she was working on.

It’s good for him to at least feign interest and learn about others. Maybe all those scoldings from Lord and Lady Stark are finally sinking in. Y/N thought. She showed him what she’d been working on, groups of men at swordplay. “They’re finally used to my sketching, I think. At first they gave me peculiar looks.”

“It’s because you were staring.” That charming smile turned to an amusing pout. “You shouldn’t be staring at strange men, Y/N, or drawing them.”

“They aren’t strange at all! I know their names, and they’re sworn men, besides. Are you just upset I haven’t drawn you?”

She was teasing like Lyanna and Benjen did, but he didn’t respond like she thought. Brandon actually huffed. “Better me than some old guardsman.”

“Sit down, then.” Y/N gestured to the seat next to her on the bench, the side not covered in paints and paper. “Portraits are always good practice.”

Brandon looked at the spot, only waiting a moment before taking a seat. He was still windblown from the road, smelling like horses and leather, but it wasn’t too unpleasant. Y/N fought the urge to smooth out his hair — it was such a mess, but he wasn’t a boy. Even Benjen was getting too old for her fussing.

“So you know, I’m not the sort to embellish.” Y/N said, her hand darting across a blank piece of paper. Messy sketches were fine for something like this. “So I will be drawing that unruly hair and those red ears.”

“They aren’t red,” Brandon grumbled and rubbed at the ears in question.

Y/N didn’t look up from her drawing. “They are. So are your cheeks. Are you cold?”

“I’d be a poor Stark if weather like this got me cold. Shouldn’t you be concentrating?”

“I am.” Y/N had to glance up to make sure the eye shape was right. Brandon had such an amusing expression, it was making her work difficult. “If you could be still, it would be easier.”

Brandon said nothing to that, only furrowing his brows further. It was startling how much he looked like Lord Stark, while Lyanna took after her mother. Benjen was a clear mix of the two, but all of them had that long face and dark coloring. She pictured Ned’s face in her mind, trying to remember the last time she saw him. Gods, was that three years ago? Maybe four? He must look so different now. Taller, with a proper sword and the skills to back it up - and what about those grey eyes? Would they be darker or lighter? Did he finally cut that brown hair, to better fit in with the Eyrie, or did he keep it long and Northern?

“What are you smiling about?” Brandon asked.

“Oh, nothing.” Y/N said Someone in the distance drew her attention away, which she was grateful for. She waved at him. “Ben!”

Brandon scowled at his little brother walked up. Benjen was already taller than Y/N, thanks to his spindly limbs. He looked around at the art supplies and Brandon’s awkward posture. “I hate it say it, but you’d be better off with a different subject, Y/N. There’s only so much you can do with this one.”

Benjen dodged out of the way of his older brother’s grip. His reflexes were nothing to sneeze at. “Big words from a skinny rat!” Brandon said, getting up to grab at his brother again, but Benjen was too quick. The older Stark may have been as big as his father now, but he had a certain … lack of grace. No doubt he was tired from the trip, too.

“Should I use smaller words?” Benjen easily danced around him.

“Do this somewhere else!” Y/N laughed. That was the end of the little sitting session, then. Brandon couldn’t be still after getting riled up; he was like a dog in that way. “Be careful, would you?”

“I’m just going to teach him a lesson—!” Brandon said, finally getting Benjen in his grasp. He cursed when his brother easily twisted out of his grip and hit his nose. It wasn’t a real punch, but it still hurt, and Brandon shook his head while Benjen unhooked his sword from his belt.

“Thanks!” Benjen scurried off, carrying the sword that was too heavy for him to actually wield. Y/N rolled her eyes at how Brandon predictably ran after him with a fresh new string of curses. He had only been home a few hours before he was going back to silliness with his brother. Lyanna would have joined in too, had she been here. Their latest pasttime was stealing the beautiful new sword Brandon was so proud of. Benjen just liked to stir up trouble, but Lyanna was sour she couldn’t have steel of her own.

What has she been doing today? Y/N hadn’t seen much of her friend today. Lyanna didn’t enjoy the last feast, which was a small affair - only half a dozen families were there, and not all their members - but she was still put off. Y/N hadn’t known Lyanna to retire before her, but that night, she did. It was usually the fatigued Lady Stark that was the early departure, not her fiery daughter.

Thinking about it now, Lyanna was unusually quiet through breakfast this morning, and she had been riding most of the day. Y/N considered that maybe she should have gone with her, even if being near a horse still made her shudder. She could have at least sat on the edge of the riding field and watched Lyanna. Maybe she wanted to be alone. If she really wanted me there, I know she would have dragged me.

With all her art supplies carefully packed up, Y/N returned to the castle and planned to find out what Lyanna’s mood was. I could be overthinking everything. We’re women now, four and ten years, we don’t have to cling about each other anymore.

Y/N nodded to the servants and guards when she saw them, giving a smile to those she knew well. They had long been familiar, pleasant faces that she relied upon. It recently occurred to Y/N that she knew them better than the servants of Whitetide, whose faces were rapidly disappearing from her memory. Maybe if her parents didn’t visit twice or thrice a year, and if she didn’t love them so much, she’d begin to lose their faces, too.

Their shared bedchamber was warm from a low-burning fire in the hearth. Y/N set her supplies down on her desk before shedding her thick cloak. It was fastened with a lovely silver manta ray that had a tiny pearl for an eye, a gift from Lady Stark herself. Y/N’s name day had passed a few months ago, and while her parents couldn’t visit, her second family was right there beside her. Lady Stark’s hands had become pale and thin, but she still wanted to fasten the pin herself after presenting it to Y/N. Then she patted her head like adults did to children, but Y/N couldn’t mind it.

Y/N was so caught up in turning the little manta ray in her hands, she didn’t hear the bedroom door open and close. The stomping of feet made her jump, and she swiveled to see Lyanna yanking off her riding boots and shaking the snow off them in the most unladylike way.

“So you were riding all day,” Y/N said, setting the pin into her modest jewelry box. She offered a smile. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Lyanna didn’t respond right away. She pulled at her cloak instead, tossing it on one of the chairs by the hearth. Y/N’s smile fell. There was an obvious dark cloud around her friend. Lyanna kicked her boots aside and huffed as she sank into an overstuffed chair. She was becoming too leggy to curl up into it like a child.

“Why in the seven hells can I not wear riding trousers?” She said irritably. “I’m sure the washerwomen are sick of cleaning the smell out of my dresses.”

Y/N sat in the chair across from her, settling herself into it. “And the horsehair.”

“It itches terribly. If I had a tunic, it wouldn’t be so bothersome, nor would the branches in my way.” Lyanna picked a leaf off her sleeve. Trouble was brewing in her grey eyes. There was fire in them even without the hearth lighting her face, a natural energy that possessed her entire person. Lyanna was more wolf than any of them, and when she hunched in the chair with her long legs drawn to her chest, she looked like a trapped one.

Y/N waited for her to speak first. There was something on her friend’s mind, but she had to find the words. Once she had them, Lyanna said, “You weren’t bothered at that feast. The last one, with the Karstarks and Glovers and Cassels.”

It was strange for her to bring it up now, but Y/N had just been thinking about it as well. Overall, Y/N would dare to say she enjoyed herself, even if the Karstark boys were too blunt in their desire to dance with her.

“I wasn’t too bothered. It wasn’t as crowded as it usual; I could hear the music for once. I was able to dance for a while, and the lords and their sons behaved.” Y/N didn’t know what else to say. “You left early. You didn’t want to dance?”

“Of course not!” Lyanna responded so sharply, it startled her old friend. “Why would I? Why would you?”

Y/N had no idea what Lyanna meant by that. That embarrassing dance with Roose Bolton a year ago had made her self-conscience of how clumsy her movements were. Lady Stark was delighted that Y/N took an interest in learning grace and how to carry herself better; and didn’t it make sense to test it out? Now that she didn’t overthink the steps, she could enjoy the exercise and the music. The company was good, and when she was tired, she japed around with Benjen and little Jory.

With all those racing thoughts, Y/N simply said, “I enjoy dancing, if that’s what you mean. What’s the matter with that?”

Lyanna shook her head, her brown hair falling farther out of a braid that was already coming undone. She’d lost another set of silk hair ribbons. “I don’t know how you stand it. You’re just a prize to them, you know, a bauble. You shouldn’t even amuse them. Neither of us should.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The men! The lords or their sons, whichever! We’re just stupid little brides to them. Didn’t you notice them looking at you? Shoving their sons at you? Lord Karstark had them all lined up! And even if they’re married, they’ll leer!”

“That’s… that’s ridiculous, Lyanna,” Y/N stammered. “Where did this come from?”

“Y/N, we’re women grown now!” Lyanna was bursting with energy and frustration that she couldn’t get out fast enough. “My mother married at six and ten! It’s nearly time for us, time for arrangements! Soon every lord will be nibbling at my father’s heels to take me off his hands, and no doubt your own lord father has received letters from all the ones you danced with.”

“Lyanna. Did someone tell you something?” Y/N asked. She was already trying to avoid thinking of the future, and Lyanna had never discussed it with her. She thought her friend didn’t think of it at all. “Before you, Brandon will marry, and that hasn’t even been discussed.”

“Of course it has! Why would they tell us? They can marry me off without finding him a bride, and without asking what I think.” Her cheeks were burning with red anger now. “I’m a Stark, so I can’t stay in the North. They’ll send me away somewhere — somewhere South, because where else? I’ll have to leave Winterfell, while my brothers and everyone I love stay!”

Y/N went to Lyanna, taking her hands in her own. She squeezed them tight. “Where did all this come from? Have your parents been talking?”

“No one needs to tell me. It’s the truth, isn’t it?” Lyanna said, looking Y/N right in the eyes. “That’s what we’ve got to look forward to, Y/N. The feasts aren’t meant to be fun for us. Maybe for the men, but not for us. We’re there to be picked and chosen, like prize fillies.”

Lyanna squeezed their hands tight, so tight it hurt right away. She stared at Y/N’s clean nails and smooth palms. Except for the occasional smudges from paint, they were always like this. Lyanna looked at her own, already becoming calloused at the palms and thumb, often edged with dirt around her nailbeds.

Y/N was at a loss. Her friend’s harsh words were true enough; she was well aware of what their duties as women were. It crossed her mind now and again, the thought of marriage and that she’d have to return home eventually so her parents could begin to plan. She’d push those thoughts away, hoping the day would come slowly. She didn’t want to leave Winterfell, or her dear friends.

Still, she said, “It… It has to happen eventually. Our parents aren’t cruel, they wouldn’t give us terrible husbands, and they’d talk to us before any arrangement. When we have to leave Winterfell —”

“You won’t.” Lyanna pulled their hands apart. “You’ll be staying here, Y/N, and I’ll be sent away.”

“What? No, when my parents are ready arrange a match, they’ll call me back to Whitetide.”

“You aren’t going back! Isn’t it obvious? You’re going to marry one of my brothers!”

After that statement, the only sound in the bedroom was the crackling of the fire. Lyanna didn’t back down. In this light, her Stark eyes weren’t grey at all, only hot steel.

“How do you know that?” Y/N said. With the loss of Lyanna’s hands, she nervously tugged at end of her long sleeves. “Did … did someone say —?”

“No one has to! I thought you knew! You’re fourteen, a woman grown, and my parents haven’t sent you back, nor have your’s asked for you. When they meet, they’re always whispering and glancing around. Brandon will marry outside the North, as the oldest son, and Ned will marry inside, as the second. Benjen will serve Winterfell. It’s how these matters are done, Y/N.”

Y/N’s throat closed as she choked up. Her blood was rushing in discomfort. She didn’t want to fight, she wished they could just change the subject. What brought this on? She’d never seen Lyanna in a mood like this. “You don’t — you don’t know that. Maybe my parents will send for me in a month. We don’t know.”

“Maybe they will, but when it’s time for you to leave, they’ll send me away, too. There’s a reason mother doesn’t care if I spurn the lordlings here.”

Lyanna’s anger had broken again, now it was just frustration and sadness. The two girls stood in silence. The flames of the fire made shadows in the room, and that was the only thing that moved for some time. The shadows seemed to grasp at the two of them, little fingers reaching for their dresses and hair. Y/N was the one who stepped forward, wanting to make it better.

“We’ll always be friends,” Y/N said, trying to keep her own choked up voice steady. “No matter what. I won’t ever forget you. I’ll write you a dozen letters a month if you get sent to the south.”

Lyanna was tired. She couldn’t attempt a smile, but she said, “That’s more than you write to Ned. If he ended up in a green field instead of a mountain, would you have sent more?”

“No, the dozen is only for you.” Y/N said, even if she cursed the slowness of her letters to the Eyrie so many times, it felt like a mantra. She touched Lyanna’s shoulder. “Let’s ready for supper, Lyanna. You’ve been riding a long time.”

Lyanna only reluctantly went along with her. After dinner, they changed into their nightgowns and brushed each other’s hair, as usual, but there was no laughter and joking this time. When they huddled under the furs, Lyanna faced away, still deep in her thoughts. Y/N didn’t know what else to say, if anything at all would help, so she closed her eyes.

“What are you reading?” Benjen’s long hair swung back and forth as he hung upside down.  Y/N looked up, wondering when he managed to scramble right above her. Just a few minutes ago he was struggling to get on the first branch.

“A letter,” Y/N said, “Although I think you already knew that.”

Benjen grinned. “I did, and I know who it’s from.” He swung back up on the branch and easily moved himself to a standing position. He reached for another branch and lifted himself with ease, starting his disappearance into the leaves. With each branch he climbed, a few leaves fell down. Y/N pulled one from her hair.

She rested against the trunk and returned to her letter. Ned was writing about Robert’s attempt at jousting. He much preferred the melee, but ladies preferred the jousting, he said. Y/N was pleased Ned stayed out of all that. He also tried to doodle a little manta ray, in response to the direwolves and cats and deer she often drew on the margins of her letters. They were… arrow-y looking. Close enough.

I’ll have to pick up some skills from you the next time we meet. I don’t think I’d be a good student, but just watching you paint with my own eyes would be enough. You’ve written about it before, but I think hearing you talk about it would be much different. I want to you to tell me.

Y/N closed the letter hastily, wondering if her beating heart and sweaty palms were showing on her face. She glanced around and caught eyes with Brandon. She kept noticing his staring in the past hour, even though he was across the training yard trying to practice. It was a little strange. Are there leaves in my hair again? She touched her hair from the top of her head to her pearl. Brandon seemed annoyed, so she’d prefer he kept his gaze to himself.

The tree branches shook above her, and she heard feet scuffling around. “Ben, be careful!” Y/N called upward. “You shouldn’t climb so high!”

Benjen either didn’t hear her, or was pretending to not hear. Y/N sighed, folding her letter, stashing it in her belt and standing up. She craned her head, trying to spy the wiry boy through the leaves. He may have been a year younger, but she fretted over him from time to time, thinking of her little brothers back in Whitetide.

“Maybe he’ll climb high enough to catch a cloud and float away.” Brandon was beside her before she knew it, and Y/N was glad he didn’t seem as bothered as she thought. On the contrary, he was amused.

“Maybe,” Y/N giggled. She heard more rattling, but it didn’t sound like leaves. It was metal chains, and coming from a different direction. Behind the two of them, the maester approached them as fast as he could, the old man breathing hard as the chains swayed around his neck. He didn’t seem to care about the mud dirtying the end of his robes.

“What’s happened?” Brandon asked while the maester tried to catch his breath. In all the years she’d been here, Y/N had never seen the man so harried, and it seemed neither had Brandon. For a panicked, irrational moment, Y/N thought there was a raven from Whitetide. Dark wings, dark words.

“Lady… Lady Stark has … a … an illness.” The maester took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself. “She has been … weak, as you know, but … it’s far worse than I thought. She needs to be kept apart from everyone else at the Keep. When was the last time you spoke with her, children?”

Brandon took a moment to respond. “This morning, I talked with her, she— she hugged me, but —”

The maester shook his head. “And you, Lady Y/N?”

“Last night, at dinner,” Y/N said quietly. “She took my hand…”

She remembered the kind gesture, and now weary and pale Lady Stark looked. That night, her eyes looked especially tired. She’d begun to hold onto her husband or one of the servants when she walked to and from her room, the place she stayed in the most nowadays. No one seemed to want to talk about her worsening condition, not even the Lady herself. Out of respect to her, no one mentioned it openly.

The leaves danced around them as Benjen swooped down from a low branch. “Can’t we see her?”

“I just said you cannot,” The maester said. “She will be kept away from here on, and we will burn her things and anything she has come in contact with. Now, if the three of you will come with me, I’ve already spoken with Lord Stark and Lyanna…”

Lady Lyarra Stark died within a week. The children heard of the passing suddenly, as her husband was the only one who could visit her through her last days. No amount of guards or a maester’s lecturing would keep Lord Stark from her bedside.

Y/N stood next to Lyanna at the funeral, allowing her friend to clutch her as they all prayed in the godswood. Lady Stark’s bones had been kept in a beautifully engraved wooden chest, and they would be moved to a place of honor in the crypts, but that was little comfort to the children she left behind.

Y/N said some prayers aloud, mouthed others, but kept her head down the entire time. She heard the servants of Winterfell crying and praying, and clearer than that, Lyanna’s crying into the fur draped around Y/N’s shoulder. Her voice was muffled, but Y/N could still feel her body shaking. Y/N herself was trying to keep her tears from rolling down her face. The warmth of them stung her cold cheeks terribly.

Benjen was quiet on the other side of her, staring up at the red leaves like he was in a daze. Brandon seethed beside his father, who was as old as the stone lords in the crypts. Y/N was anxious to see Lord Stark’s expression, knowing it would either scare her or make her tears come faster.

The Starks stayed behind to keep vigil while the servants and guards returned to the keep. Y/N didn’t know how long she stayed kneeling in the snow. She listened to Lyanna’s quieting tears and remembering the kindnesses Lady Stark had given her. Anytime Y/N missed her own mother, Lady Stark was ready to speak with her, to teach her something, or hold her for a while. Y/N couldn’t imagine how the others felt. She thought of her mother now, safe in Whitetide, and desperately wished she could see her.

“Return to the keep,” Lord Stark said after some time. Y/N still didn’t know how long they’d been outside. “All of you.”

“Father —” Brandon started.

“Go.”

Their lord father’s voice was hoarse and hard. He didn’t look at any of his children as they slowly stood around him. Y/N’s legs had gone completely numb from both the cold and kneeling. She wobbled, and Lyanna tried to help her stay upright, no doubt just as weak-legged herself. Benjen found his way to his sister’s side, holding onto her like she held onto Y/N. It reminded Y/N of when he was younger, tagging alongside the two of them.

Y/N glanced back, noticing that Brandon was still trying to linger by his father. She didn’t know if they exchanged words, but eventually Brandon caught up to them as they walked back to the keep.

They all walked slowly, and the Winterfell that greeted them was eerily quiet. The kitchen staff worked with no cheer or haste, the smith’s anvil was quiet, there were no carts or wagons being pulled through the gate. At the feast hall, the candles were burning low, and there was only one servant tending to the cleaning the floors. Her scrubbing was interrupted by intermittent sniffling.

Ned couldn’t be here, Y/N thought not for the first time. Her heart sunk into her gut, making her feel sick. She knew the others were thinking the same. What could I say? What could I possibly say?

She mechanically walked to the main parlor, sitting down at the windowsill. Lyanna sat by the hearth, Benjen sat beside his sister, and Brandon had split off from them quickly. Y/N looked out the window, glad it faced away from the Godswood. She had a feeling if it did, she’d see Lord Stark still kneeling in the snow. She recalled Ned told her the Eyrie’s godswood was more of a little forest, and her heart ached even further. It almost made her cry again. How are the gods supposed to watch over him? Or hear him when he’s in trouble?

She would wait for Lord Stark to send word, if it hadn’t already been done, then she’d send a letter to Ned herself. She’d paint something, too, something special. She’d do anything, if only she knew what that was. Why couldn’t he be here? Y/N rubbed at her raw eyes and rested her head against the cool glass of the window, letting the chill hit her dizzying, exhausted head.

Y/N stirred and sat up slowly. Her head was aching from the awkward angle she fell asleep at. She squinted out the window, but there was only darkness. Across the room, the fire was low, and a chill was settling in the room. Y/N pulled her fur cloak closer around her and shivered. Where was everyone?

She slipped off the windowsill and wandered the halls. If it was dinnertime, no one woke her up, and she didn’t smell meats cooking as she entered the great hall. Y/N stepped outside into the fresh snow, wondering if the day had all been a terrible dream.

It wasn’t, though, and she couldn’t hide from it. People died all the time, especially women and children. If it wasn’t this sickness, Lady Stark may have died in childbirth. That was a far more common fate, something Y/N would have to worry about herself one day. Some day soon.

She sighed heavily and hesitated at the edge of the godswood. The darkness was all around her, with the warmth and light of Winterfell far behind. She took a step forward, letting her boot sink into the snow. The moon was waning, giving off the slightest light. The white bark of the trees and the snow glowed on a full moon, but tonight, they disappeared.

One foot in front of the other, the snow crunched below Y/N’s feet. She kept thinking about Ned, imagining his expression, what he would say — she would never know, of course, and that made it worse. She could only write and draw, there was no holding and comforting. The thought of holding him hit her so strongly, her body ached. Lady Stark held her when she worried about her uncle at sea, when she caught sick or when she hurt herself. Y/N wanted to hold Ned like that, even if he was far bigger than she. Maybe this was a stupid, girlish, childish thought. Maybe it was, but stupid words on paper didn’t seem like enough.

There was a clear path that let to the heart tree, but the darkness didn’t help her navigate, a strange noise did. It made her jump at first, but there were no wolves in these woods. She listened carefully. There was the distinct sound of someone shuffling around in the snow, like they were standing up. Y/N anxiously wondered if it was Lord Stark. No, he can’t be here still. It’s been half a day …

She jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice call out, echoing off the snow and the trees. “Who goes there?!”

“I-It’s only me,” Y/N started, ready to apologize to Lord Stark, but the voice sounded off. Too young, too angry. “…Brandon? Is that you?”

The person didn’t respond, but she heard boots trudging clumsily through the snow. She felt a presence next to her, and finally she could see his outline. Y/N reached forward and was surprised to not touch a fur cloak or thick surcoat, but a fairly thin tunic that was frigid cold, and the stiff muscles underneath it. Brandon didn’t flinch away from her, so she kept her hold on his forearms.

“Brandon, come inside.” Y/N said. Her own voice was weak, she realized, and she was already shivering. “It’ll get colder, and it’s already so dark. How long have you been here?”

Brandon sniffled, both from the cold and the tears, she assumed. “Father hasn’t come in. I was waiting …”

Y/N shook her head. He must have come right outside after realizing it was dark and Lord Stark still hadn’t returned to the keep. “You can’t stay out here all night. Come inside. Please?”

Brandon didn’t seem easy on his feet, and he was trying to keep his teeth from chattering. “I-I have a vigil to keep. I have to — father is, s-so I should at least try…”

“You’re cold, and exhausted, besides. You ran out here without anything, you fool. Why aren’t you wearing a cloak?”

He mumbled something in return. Y/N pulled the tall boy toward her, wanting to urge him toward the light in the distance. She was ready to give him her modest cloak, just enough to serve until they reached the warmth of Winterfell, but then he wrapped his arms around her. Y/N let out a noise of surprise as his head slumped on her shoulder. Brandon was heavy, but she kept steady. For a moment, it was all still: The godswood around them, Brandon in her arms, the night above them.

Y/N was about to speak, but then she heard a noise, like a deep gasp. Brandon shook from the cold and his own emotion. Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let him cry.

Robert shook his leg impatiently, causing the thick heel of his boot to tap against the floor again and again. Normally Lord Arryn would chastise him for his restlessness, but the two of them had been quiet for days. Robert didn’t like quiet, or gloominess. He didn’t want to stay like this a minute longer.

“Has he left his room yet?” Robert asked for the third time.

“Be patient, Robert.” Lord Arryn replied expectedly. “Recall that terrible day you endured.”

He didn’t have to recall his own parents’ demise. Robert thought about it often, a wound that was still fresh, and it only closed up when he drank enough or when a pretty girl sat by him. It’d come back afterward, though, and then he had Ned to talk to.

He shouldn’t have to go through the same thing, Robert thought irritably. The worst part is, he knew Ned wouldn’t want a drink or a pretty girl, or a fight, or a new horse. He would just sit in his own sorrow, brooding in that way he did. The young Baratheon huffed, shifting his restless energy to tapping his fingers on the table. Ned was always talking him out of trouble and listening to his worries — the only person he’d ever spoken to about them. But what did Robert ever do for him?

The Baratheon heir growled in frustration and stood from his seat abruptly. Lord Arryn only glanced up a moment, but Robert was already gone.

He barged into Ned’s room, and was half disappointed Ned wasn’t there — he’d been sitting vigil at the Eyrie’s godswood for too damned long, but that made this next part easier. Ned had several of his girl’s paintings up around his desk, where anyone could see them, but Robert knew where he kept the letters. He opened the bottom drawer and in a wooden box with the direwolf sigil, and there they were.

Robert had read some before. Sometimes Ned would read things aloud, sometimes Robert snuck in here, but they were never that exciting. Always talking about Winterfell or what the horses were doing, nothing salacious like a proper love letter should be. Still, they made Ned happy. Robert picked a few out and tucked them carefully in his doublet.

The grass crunched under his boots as he entered the godswood. The fiery red leaves and snow-white bark looked out of place amongst the rocky Eyrie, he always thought, especially when there was bright green grass and regular trees around the weirwoods. He spotted Ned at the same place he’d been for hours, kneeling. His head was lowered slightly, some of his long brown hair falling around him, and Robert wondered if he was asleep. Then Ned raised his head and turned it.

“Robert?”

“Brought you something.” Robert said. Ned wasn’t getting up, so he awkwardly knelt beside him. Gods, it was murder on the knees, and even in that position he was far taller than Ned. Robert retrieved the letters from his doublet and handed them over.

Ned looked at them with hope, then confusion.

“They aren’t new,” Robert said, chuckling. “I just … I remembered you liked these ones. Y/N was writing something about a festival? And Lyanna stole a sword off your brother. Y/N wrote about her dress, and something about a horse…”

He trailed off, wondering if this was a stupid idea. He was terrible at this. These were the letters with the most pictures, giving life to what Y/N wrote about, as clear as any maester’s history book. Ned stared at the papers in his hands, lightly touching a rare self-portrait Y/N had done of her new gown.

I worked on it for two weeks, although your lady mother helped me several times over. It’s the first one I’ve sewn by myself, and I hope I do it justice. This may not be interesting to you, but I’m proud. It’s cerulean and white.

Lyanna wanted me to draw her with Brandon’s sword. She thinks it’s very funny. ‘How can he call himself a lord when he can’t keep hold of his own sword?’ I thought Benjen was the thief, but Lyanna can be just as clever. It took him all day to realize she’d replaced his with a dull training sword.

Do you remember when you found my pearl? You couldn’t forget, I know, but I still think about it when remove it to brush my hair. I’ll never forget that kindness, Ned.

He smiled for the first time in a week. To Robert’s excitement, he made an expression for the first time in days.

“You can go back home,” Robert offered, wanting to keep the mood up. “Even if it’s just for a short time.”

They were men grown, ten and seven years old. If anything, they should have left the Eyrie by now. Both of them knew it was only a matter of time, though Robert didn’t want to go back to Storm’s End after all these years, having to finally take his lordly duties seriously. Ned was a second son, his duty would be commanding the household guard or visiting with minor houses.

Robert had a feeling if Ned left now, he wouldn’t come back to the Eyrie.

“Perhaps.” The Stark said quietly.

Their easy days had to end eventually. Why did it have to be on such a damned sad note?

Robert looked up at the heart tree. Its eerie, foreign face stared down at him. He had no prayers to give, only a quiet request that when Ned returned to Winterfell, it would be safely. The only noise for a long time was the wind rustling the branches of the white trees and the shuffling of the letters as Ned re-read them.

[jessicajonesrp]

Rikarah’s revelation

Rikarah Pallaton was not a person who allowed herself to feel much depth of emotion. Emotion was weakness, mentally as well as emotionally. Emotion took away from clear, concise thinking and courses of action, breeding impulsive and often self-sabotaging outcomes. The only way for anyone to maintain full control of a situation, in her view, was to filter it through thought without feelings interfering.

 And so, she had not loved Phillip Jones, however many times they may have shared a bed or living space. She found him fun, interesting, and it was, of course, difficult to find a person who not only had her level of “special” ability, but also whose thoughts and choices ran somewhere close to the dark pathways that hers tended to travel. Rikarah did not love Phillip; she was fairly certain that she had never experienced love before, had neither loved or been loved by another person in her twenty-eight years of life.

 But she had liked him, she had enjoyed his company and his partnership in a life that sometimes seemed unbearably dull and beneath her at times. Phillip and his schemes had provided a new and exciting spark of engagement and intensity in what had become an almost overly routine and focused life she had carved for herself before making his acquaintance.

 Or maybe she was being overly harsh on herself. After all, before Phillip, no one had ever given her a second glance, had ever viewed her as any person of consequence, let alone a genuine threat. And certainly no one, not even Phillip, had fully understood the scope of exactly what she could do.

 Now, thanks to Phillip, Rikarah had been mere inches away from being apprehended by the FBI. Authority figures of any kind were to be avoided at all costs, this was the number one most important rule of her life from the time of her first murder, eleven years prior. And Phillip had not only attracted their attention, he had brought them directly to their door.

 She had tried to warn him. It wasn’t that she couldn’t understand his anger, his desire and satisfaction obtained from seeking out a sense of rightness in the world by setting aflame all those he felt had wronged him or his family. But it was the way he chose to do things- without enough planning, without enough discretion, without erasing all the evidence connecting back to him. No matter how she advised him or reminded him of keeping emotion from taking over, Phillip had, time and again, allowed it to be his primary guiding force. His emotion and impulsivity was the very reason that his new residence was the Raft- the high security, life sentencing prison for the supernatural criminal types of his nature.

 She was only fortunate that she had the good sense to keep her wits about her and play the bimbo girlfriend, harmless and clueless, and so very not a threat that the FBI themselves didn’t even notice her simply walk away from the scene. Had they actually managed to arrest and secure her, they- including Phillip’s PI sister, Jessica- might have eventually managed to connect her back to a very old, very cold case eleven years prior. They may have somehow made the connection between Phillip’s girlfriend, Rikarah Pallaton, and the disappearance of a teenager named Susannah Pallis, on the same evening that her entire family had been murdered in their own home.

 It wasn’t likely; enough time had passed that Rikarah had altered her image considerably with hair dye, multiple tattoos, and occasional use of colored contact lenses. But it was possible, and for that, she could not quite forgive Phillip for his stupidity. It was one thing if he wanted to throw away his own freedom- but to put hers at risk, that was another matter entirely.

 It was almost enough for her to feel some respect towards his sister, the woman that Phillip had talked about with fervent near reverence, almost as much as anger, almost nonstop for all the time that she knew him. Jessica, from what Rikarah understood, had now been responsible for at least two people’s deaths, and yet the woman remained on the streets, free and clear. That was more than she could say for Phillip, and he had nearly dragged her into a similar fate.

 She and Phillip had met by chance nearly a year ago. A casual hook up had become more intense as Phillip, obviously lonely and more prone to emotions, began to indicate trust and affection towards her. He began to slowly confide in her, and Rikarah began to feel just enough of guarded trust to confide a portion of herself as well. They seemed to fit- she, the woman who carefully researched and created the deaths of those she felt deserving of it, including her own family, and he, the embittered, tormented orphan, in search of reconnecting with the family that had been ripped away from him and punishing those he felt to be the cause of it.

 And yet it had become clear to her over time that what had seemed similar in them differed very much in actuality. Rikarah’s actions of causing death to others were impersonal, based on what she viewed logically as low risk to herself, equally balanced with high benefit to others and her own enjoyment. If she viewed a deserving person as overly high of a risk to kill, she left them be. Karma, too, had its role in life, and she could always reassess if risk had changed later on.

 Phillip could not seem to understand this. In his mind, a person deserving of death was deserving, period, and nothing and no one, certainly not risk or self-preservation, would keep him from carrying it out.

 That was his downfall, and her own saving grace. She could only be glad that she had begun to catch on to his flawed view enough to keep from sharing further about herself. Telling him that she had killed, to Rikarah, was far less of a risk than sharing her ability to bring the dead back to life.

 She could only imagine now what would happen, had she made the mistake of giving Phillip this information. Knowing him, he would try to talk her into going to a cemetery and just pulling people up and out of the grave, willy-nilly. He might have her kill people and then resurrect them, just to be able to threaten or control, and worst of all, he might ask her to bring back the parents that he still grieved with such ferocity.

 It had been a good judgment call, keeping this ability to herself. It was not something she used on command, and certainly not lightly. Too many people rising up from the dead in one area, in one time, would draw attention and interest, and if it could be traced back to her, she wanted no part of it. There had been exactly three occasions in which Rikarah brought the dead back to life, minus surgery, CPR, or any other medical means, and each time, it took considerable focus, physical energy, and a damn good reason.

 Phillip wanting to change his life hadn’t been a compelling enough reason for her to consider. But with his imprisonment, she believed she now had found a fourth subject worthy of this treatment.

 In the days after Phillip’s capture, she had taken the time to increase her research of his sister and her associates, expounding upon Phillip’s findings to draw together her own. He had, of course, told her about Jessica’s experience with Kevin Kilgrave, the man whom had captured her and controlled her for eight months about eighteen months back, and whom Jessica had killed, after extended personal torment and persecution from him and numerous murders he committed. The more she learned about the man, the more intrigued Rikarah grew, until an idea began to form in her mind.

 Perhaps she had been hasty in her involvement with Phillip Jones, a man who was still too much of a boy to be worthy of her time. But Kevin Kilgrave was older, more experienced, and certainly much more skilled in his ability, and the influence he could wield, with limited risk to himself or to her, was very high.

 It was a shame that a man with the potential to restore justice, as Rikarah saw justice, to the world had had his life so prematurely ended. But that too was not necessarily permanent. And as for his own ability- mind control, or whatever technical term it could be called- Rikarah was not worried. If she were to resurrect the man, his life force would be owed to her influence, and a piece of her own vitality would be entwined with his, binding their DNA in part. If the man could not command himself, then he should not be able to command the person who had brought him back into life either.

 Kevin Kilgrave, Rikarah came to believe, was far more worthy of her time. Perhaps with the proper attention, encouragement, and refocusing of the impulsive emotions that always seemed men’s downfall, he could be a partner equal or even perhaps above her.

 Kilgrave was a man worthy of standing at her side. And given time, she would make sure that he took his place there.

[stmort]

The Dark Side of the Moon

Brian May x Reader

Warnings: none, it’s pure fluff!!

Words: 2,575

Summary: You and Brian are roommates and he has a little surprise planned for you on the night of a total lunar eclipse. 

Notes:  This came from an idea from @hammettallica-lover and was inspired by the total lunar eclipse that occurred last night. So thanks dearies!! The songs mentioned in this fic appear in this order: Money by Pink Floyd, Brain Damage by Pink Floyd, Your Song by Elton John, and Eclipse by Pink Floyd. For an immersive reading experience start listening to The Dark Side of the Moon album starting on the song Any Colour You Like, as you begin reading it. 

As soon as you hear the familiar scratching telling you that the side of the record is finished, you get up to put the tonearm back in its place. Making sure it clicks in position before you pick up the flimsy vinyl and flip it over to side b. You feel your heart leap as you hear the beginning of your favorite song on the album. Turning up the volume you start dancing around, waving your hips a bit, and singing along seductively with the voice calling out through the record.

Brian happens to walk inside the room just as you start dancing. He stops at the entrance and leans on the doorframe to watch you. He loves it when he walks in on you unexpectedly, you’re always either singing or dancing when you think no one’s around. A small smile comes to his lips as the lyrics come back and you dramatically raise your hand to your head and sink to the floor while singing. You slide back up, slowly, and flip your hair back. And that’s when Brian decides to say something. 

“I made us some hot chocolate...if you’re interested.” He says with a smirk. You look at him, completely startled and breathing a little heavy. A blush comes to your cheeks and he senses your embarrassment.

“Oh, and you might want to put on some more layers.” He changes the subject. “It’s very cold outside.” He walks back into the kitchen, and you suddenly notice what he is wearing. A sweater topped with a heavy coat and a scarf wrapped around his neck. You wonder to yourself what he has planned as you walk down the hallway to where your bedrooms are.

Brian’s room to the right, your’s directly across on the left, and the bathroom at the end of the hallway. You take a quick peek into Brian’s room like you’ve done so many times before when he leaves his door slightly ajar. But this time he is not in there for you to look at. It’s dark but the moonlight is shining through the open window so you can see more as your eyes adjust. You make out the poster of constellations on his dark blue wall and your eyes land on your favorite one, which is placed perfectly in the right spot to be caught in the moonlight. Ursa Major. It was one of the Greek myths that you knew all too well. One of Artemis’s maidens being seduced and turned into a bear for breaking her vow of virginity. You had always had a deep-seated interest in mythology. That and because Ursa Major happened to remind you of the first time you and Brian went stargazing together. It was the first constellation he had pointed out to you, and he absolutely adored that you knew the story behind it. You have always treasured the look on his face when you tell the stories behind his beloved constellations. He looks down at you with these heart eyes and his face breaks into a big, toothy, genuine smile.

You move out of the hallway and slip into your own room. As you get dressed you start to dwell on something you know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help but think about from time to time. You’ve been friends for a while now and you basically unintentionally moved in together. You went through a long period of staying over at his apartment so much that you slowly brought all of your things here until he told you that you could just take the spare bedroom. You had thought that afterward, he would ask you out, but he never brought it up. It’s now been months of living together and you’re happy, but still a little disappointed that nothing has changed in your relationship.

You sigh out loud and exit the room as you pull on your coat and button it up. You notice that the volume has been turned down since you had left, so the music is at a quiet lull. The brighter lights were turned off except for a small lamp and some candles Brian had lit. You began to question where he had gone until he came out from the kitchen again carrying two steaming cups of hot chocolate. He sat them down on a small table and came over to you, smiling.

“Where’s your scarf?”

“What scarf?” You laugh a little.

“I don’t want you to freeze, love.” He unwraps the scarf from his own neck and drapes it around yours. You shiver as his painted fingers lightly graze your cheek.

“See, you’re already shivering and we’re not even outside yet.”

“Well, I don't want you to be cold, Bri. Why are we going outside anyway?”

“You’ll see.” Is all he says as he reaches for your hand and leads you to the door to the back porch. You feel a gust of cold air caress your face as he opens the door and you take Brian’s scarf to hold over your nose and mouth. You instantly melt as you breathe in pure Brian. Not even realizing that you had closed your eyes until you heard a voice. His voice.

“Is it too cold? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” You open your eyes and finally see what he has done. There are what looks like Christmas lights strung about the railing of the porch and multiple candles lit in its corners. You look up at Brian, suddenly flooded with emotion.

“No, it’s perfect. This is-  Brian it’s… you’re perfect.”   

“Well, I don’t know about perfect...see I’ve forgotten our cocoas, silly me!” He scurries out of the door and back into the apartment. You take the moment to sit down in a chair seated nicely in the middle next to another one. You always sat in the one on the left. You feel the cold prickle your skin in an unforgiving manner, but that doesn’t matter much as you gaze up at the clear sky. The stars take your breath away as always but you finally understand the meaning of all of this when you find the moon.

“Oh, Bri come here, look at this!” He returns a few seconds after and smiles at the excitement showing on your face. He has grabbed two blankets and he hands you both of them before giving you the hot chocolate and sitting down. You then move the blankets so you can both be under them.

“Do you like it? I thought that you would. It’s a total lunar eclipse tonight. Not as rare as a total solar eclipse, but still good.”

“It’s beautiful, Bri. You know how much I love the moon.”

“I do.” He reaches over to wrap his arm around your shoulders, drawing you into the warmth of his chest. You relax and take a sip of the cocoa while looking up at the glowing full moon. You can hear the soft music lulling through the open door, just loud enough so you can make out the words. You feel as if you’re in a movie.

“So right now,” Brian whispers in a hushed voice near your ear. “The Earth is right between the moon and the sun perfectly lined up. The Earth’s shadow is completely blocking the sun’s light from reaching the moon, so it’s a total eclipse rather than a partial one.”

“Mmmhm.” You nod slowly as you nuzzle into his chest for more warmth. That scent of Brian comes flooding back into your nostrils and you feel as if you are high.  

“The Earth is casting two shadows on the moon actually, the umbra and the penumbra. And right now it looks like the moon is in the umbral shadow, so we came out at the right time.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, that’s when totality hits.”

“And what gives the moon color?”

“There’s sunlight passing through Earth’s atmosphere that is refracted and refocused back onto the moon. So it looks like it’s glowing. You know, if we were on the moon right now we’d be able to see Earth blocking the entire sun. And there would be a ring of light around the edges of it. That’s what’s reflecting on the moon right now.”

His tone of voice makes you want to curl up with him and fall asleep. You feel yourself start to drift off when he stops talking for a second, but you come back as he taps on your shoulder excitedly.  

“Darling, look! It’s Ursa Major.” You look up in the direction that he is pointing and smile as you see the Big Dipper sitting right next to the moon.

“I wonder if I can find...yep there it is. Do you see Ursa Minor right next to it? Right there?” He points again so you can find the Little Dipper.

“Do you ever think about how many people have looked up at the same stars? The same sky and moon? I mean the moon and Earth have been slowly moving away from each other and the Earth’s axis moves too so it is different, but relatively the same. I mean, we are looking at the same constellations as the people who named them. We can see the same things that Galileo saw! Well not really exactly the same of course but you know what I mean.”

You mumble another soft reassurance that you are still listening to him and pull the scarf over your face again. The two of you staying in silence for what must have been a long time but to you only minutes. You link your arms together and interlock your fingers with his. It’s something you two have done platonically a million times, no need to fear it coming across as something else. He hums softly and looks down to press his lips on your head tenderly, staying there to breathe in your scent. You slowly feel your mind slip away as you breathe in and out. The sound of Brian’s heart and the mellow record playing forms a lullaby, written for your ears only. The coldness of the evening has long been forgotten.

As soon as you had almost completely drifted off, you began to feel a vibration on the top of your head. You wake up slightly and realize that Brian is singing. Your heart leaps into your throat and you almost start crying because of how sweet he sounds. It takes a while but you focus in on the words and notice that he is singing along with the record.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear

And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes

I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

The song finishes off and he breathes out slowly.

“I would love to be able to write songs like that. So simple, yet so complex at the same time. Brain Damage and Eclipse just come together to finish off the album so beautifully. It’s poetic.”

“I just wish I could write music like that.” He sighs and shifts a little in his seat. Bull-shit, you think. You unravel yourself from his body in order to look at him so he can see the look of disbelief on your face.

“What?” He asks in confusion.

“Brian Harold May-”

“Ouch, what’s the middle name for?”

“ -you better be joking.”

“About what?” You scoff.

“I can’t believe you. You could sell a thousand records and do a million shows and you still wouldn’t believe in yourself.”

“It’s called being humble-”

“It’s called recognizing that you are unbelievably talented! And you don’t have to be arrogant to see that.” He stays silent.

“Bri. Brian, baby, look at me.” You cupped your hand against his cheek and moved his face so it met yours.

“What, y/n?”

“You are the most talented musician I have ever met. And I’m not just saying that because you’re my best friend. Your lyrics are the best I’ve ever heard and your voice is so sweet it makes me…” You trailed off not knowing exactly what to say.

“Your’s are the sweetest eyes, I’ve ever seen.” He sang in a murmur as he looked at you.

“What…”

“Oh, you just reminded me of that one Elton John song.” You look at him as he smiles sloppily at you and your heart starts racing. His face is so close to yours. You reach your free hand out and delicately trace your thumb over his smooth bottom lip. Thinking about something that has plagued your mind for ages, but you’ve never been able to act upon. He stops smiling then and you get scared, pulling your hand back down.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You say innocently, in a slightly higher tone than you meant to. He stares into your eyes and you lose all train of thought. All common sense evacuates, and your body starts moving without you realizing it. You tilt your head to the side and part your lips as you move closer to his face. You stop right as your top lip brushes his. Moving your hand onto his chest you feel his rapid heart rate, and his panic calms you.

“Is this okay?” You whisper against his parted lips.

“Yes.”

You move to close the gap and nip at his lips tenderly with yours. He brings his hand up to cup your face and he deepens the kiss. He starts kissing you back and your lips move together as one. You take the first action again and slip your tongue into his mouth. You feel him moan, in response, against yours. Before the kiss becomes too heated you break away slowly and press one more peck to his swollen lips. You open your eyes to see that he still has his closed, along with his mouth hanging open. He looks frozen like you’re looking at a Polaroid instead of the real thing. You smile and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

“How was that?” You ask him in amusement. He opens his eyes, still in a daze, as he answers.

“Sweet. I mean- you um, you taste nice.”

“Thank you?” You laugh a little and he blushes in embarrassment.

“Why did it take us so long to do that?” He chuckles and scratches the back of his head nervously.

“Because we were both too scared.”

“I don’t know why.”

“I don’t either.”

He smiles at you lazily and starts to stand up, offering you a hand to help you out of your chair.

“We’re both falling asleep out here. It might be smart to move back inside where it’s warmer.” You suddenly realize that it had gotten drastically colder since you first came out here. You take his hand and stand up, bringing the blankets with you.

“Since it is so cold,” you say, looking down and toying nervously with a string hanging off of one of the blankets. “Maybe it would be smart for us to sleep in the same bed tonight. You know, for the extra warmth.”

“Of course, well that’s only logical.” He grinned and started leading you back into the apartment, where you could hear the ending of the last song on the album.

And all that is gone, and all that’s to come

And everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon  

I wanna tag you nice people in this: @moreinfinite @proskenion04 @antclottz @thesierradawn @kellypenac @gatsbynouvel

[dracusfyre]

Square R4: Read the Fine Print

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Relationship: Loki/Tony Stark

Summary:  Thor convinces Odin to agree to another punishment for Loki after the Attack on New York, and needs Tony's help. For Square R4: Soul Bond

@tonystarkbingo

Also on AO3

“You want me to what?” Tony said incredulously.

Thor frowned, looking confused. “I want you to be a guarantor of Loki’s behavior,” he repeated slowly. “What part is confusing you?”

Tony blinked a couple of times as he tried to wrap his mind around Thor’s proposal. His eyes went unbidden over Thor’s shoulder to Loki, who was standing with his arms clasped behind his back, face carefully blank.  Too blank, Tony thought, narrowing his eyes at him.  When Loki saw the look on Tony’s face the corner of his mouth curled just the smallest bit, which made Tony’s scowl deepen.  “Why me?” He asked finally, looking back at Thor.  He knew Loki was behind this somehow, he just needed to figure out how.  And why.

Thor started to answer, but then he glanced over his shoulder at his brother and led Tony some distance away.  “Stark, the only other option that my father will agree to is prison,” he said quietly.  “Before my mother and I intervened, he had even spoken of execution.”

“Christ!” Tony blurted. “Execution is a bit much, but prison? I think prison is good, what’s wrong with-”

“I cannot abide the thought of my brother locked away, as if there is no hope for redemption,” Thor said over Tony’s protests. When Tony still hesitated, Thor said, “Please, Stark.  I know I ask much of you, but I believe you are the only one who would treat him fairly.  I would do it myself, but Loki refused.”

Behind Thor, Loki was walking slowly around Tony’s living room as if he were already measuring for drapes, the presumptuous bastard.  Tony opened his mouth to say no, this was a terrible idea, Thor should pick someone else, when he noticed that there was a tense line to Loki’s shoulders that made Tony think that he was not as relaxed as he was trying to appear. “I gotta think about it,” Tony said instead, sighing.

“I can give you one day,” Thor said, clasping Tony on the shoulder. “Thank you, Stark.”

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“I don't want to be his jailer!” Tony complained into the phone, pacing restlessly around his condo.  He grabbed a pair of coffee mugs and a glass and walked them to the sink.

“To be fair, it sounds more like a parole officer,” Pepper said reasonably, like the horrible person she was.

“That's not much better. I still don’t understand why Thor asked me. Why not Steve? Steve’s all about duty and whatnot.”

“Oh, I think it makes perfect sense.”

“What?”

“Aren't you the one who says that no one is irredeemable?” Pepper pointed out, and Tony made a face.  “You think I haven't noticed that since Afghanistan you've started donating to criminal rehabilitation programs? This is your chance to put your mouth where your money is.”  There was a long silence where Tony thought of and discarded a half a dozen responses to that before Pepper said, “That didn't come out right,” sounding embarrassed.

“No, but I understood what you were getting at.” He sighed. It was probably clear to both of them that he was going to do it, as long as it didn’t come with some ridiculous condition like being handcuffed together or something.  “So, how are you and Mr. Potts doing?” he asked, mostly to change the subject.  “Still going to name your first born after me?”

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“Ok, Thor, lay it on me. What does this thing entail?”

Thor’s eyes lightened in relief. “So you are agreeing?”

“Conditionally!” Tony said quickly, before Thor could get too excited.  “I want to know all the details first.  Like, for example, how you are going to ensure that Loki doesn’t just magic himself away? Or kill me?”

“There is a spell that even Loki cannot break,” Thor said.  He patted his pants like he was looking for something before pulling out a carved wooden tube from a pocket.  Tony stared because he didn’t know that Thor’s getup had pockets.  “My mother prepared it,” Thor explained as he pulled out a sheet of paper and unrolled it.  Tony stared at the unfamiliar writing on the paper before they blurred and rearranged themselves into English, revealing what looked like a contract.

Tony grumbled to himself as he got up to find his reading glasses. “This doesn’t look like a spell,” Tony pointed out.  “Also, do you really mean ten years? That is a hell of a commitment to do as a favor.”

“There will be very little required of you.  You probably won’t even notice, most of the time.” Thor tapped the sheet of paper, which had long provisions of what Loki was and was not allowed to do.  One of them, apparently, was ever set foot in Asgard again, which made Tony obscurely sad for Loki and then aggravated at himself that he even cared.  “The spell does most of the monitoring.  If Loki even considers disobeying any of these provisions, you will know.”

“And then what? Do I call you?”

“If you must, but the idea is that you can take care of it yourself. Stop him, talk to him, whatever you must. If the contract is broken, Loki will be taken straight to a cell in Asgard, with little hope of release.”

Tony took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.   Fucking magic contract. “And one of these provisions is that Loki can’t hurt me, right?”

“Of course. Any damage he inflicts on you will be returned to him two-fold.”

“Jesus! You guys don’t fuck around, do you?”

“We do not,” Thor said, face grave though there was a suspicious glint in his eyes.  “Are you still willing to take on this responsibility?”

“So let me get this straight.” Tony leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.  “When we sign this contract, Loki is magically bound to obey its provisions, and if he starts to go wrong, it will let me know?”

“Yes.”

“How will I find him?  What if he’s not on Earth?”

“Magic,” Thor answered. “If you need to go to him, it will take you.”

It physically pained Tony to have to accept magic as an answer, but he knew from experience that trying to understand it would only result in a headache. “And if he’s behaving himself, we both just go about our business as normal.”

“Yes. See, it is not that onerous of a burden,” Thor said cheerfully, and produced an elaborate quill pen from one of his mysterious pockets.

“Honestly, I’m surprised that Odin agreed. It doesn’t seem like much of a punishment at all.” Tony took the pen reluctantly, running his fingers over the soft, unfamiliar feather.  “Not compared to execution.”

“To be honest, I think Loki would rather gnaw his own arm off than have someone monitoring his actions at all times,” Thor said with a small smile.  “That itself is part of the punishment.  But should he decide to try to make amends for his actions, he will be rewarded for it.”

“So more carrot than stick, then.”  Tony sighed and realized that he was just procrastinating signing the damn thing, so he went to the last page of the document, interested to see that Loki had already signed it with a flourish that took over most of the signature space.  “Just sign here?”

“Yes, but it, ah,” Thor cleared his throat, “it has to be blood.”

“God dammit. Of course it does.” Tony held his hand out because he knew Thor had probably come prepared for this eventuality.

Sure enough, Thor pulled out a short, broad knife wrapped in leather, something that didn’t look like his style at all.  When he saw Tony looking at it, he explained, “Loki stabbed me with this some time ago. It aggravates him when I keep them.”  It was sharp enough to draw blood on one of his fingers and Tony used it to painstakingly sign his name, because apparently signing magical contracts in blood with an alien god was his life now.

“Alright, Loki, it is done,” Thor said when Tony put down the pen. It was surprisingly anticlimactic; Tony expected something to happen as Thor rolled up the paperwork and put it back in the wooden tube, but nothing felt any different.

As they both stood, Loki appeared.  “He signed?”

“Yes.  You are fortunate, you get to keep your head for at least one more day,” Thor said, clapping his brother on the back.  “Now behave yourself.”

Loki’s response to that was probably something rude and insulting in Asgardian, judging from the way Thor laughed.

“So that’s all?”  Tony called out to Thor’s back as he walked outside, probably planning on hitching a rainbow ride back to Asgard.

“Like all deals, you have to shake on it,” he called back over his shoulder, and then with a brilliant flash of light and a roaring sound he was gone.

When Tony turned back to Loki he was standing with one hand outstretched, eyebrow raised.  “You planned this,” Tony said accusingly.

“Well, yes,” Loki said, as if it were obvious. “I hardly wanted to be hidden away in Asgard’s dungeon or executed. So I planted an idea in Thor's fertile brain and let him run with it."

“Why me? Do you think I’m a soft touch, is that it?” Tony kept ignoring the outstretched hand, even though he knew it was childish.

“No.  It’s because of all of Thor’s acquaintances, you are the only one who would let me explain myself rather than automatically assume that I am planning something sinister.” Loki sighed.  “Now give me your hand, or the contract is void.”

“Fine,” Tony said reluctantly, and put his hand in Loki’s.  As soon as their palms met and Loki’s long, slim fingers wrapped his, Tony felt a swell of relief, resentment, impatience, and underneath it all, anger like a banked fire.  There was had a brief, disorienting sensation of seeing himself from someone else’s eyes and then, as Loki’s hand dropped away, most of it faded except for the faint undercurrent of emotions that weren’t his.  

As Tony blinked, dazed, amusement threaded through those emotions.  As Tony refocused to find Loki watching him with a small smile, he had the sudden urge to go out and yell at the sky.  No wonder Thor had booked it before they had shaken hands, that fast-talking swindler.

“I take it Thor didn’t mention the soul bond?” Loki asked mildly, still amused by Tony’s irritation.

“He did not,” Tony said, turning on his heel and going straight for the booze.  “Is this permanent?”

“It will last for the duration of the contract, yes.  How else are you to monitor my behavior?”  Loki followed him to the bar, smoothly grabbing the glass of whiskey as Tony poured it. Tony rolled his eyes and poured a new glass while Loki took a sip of his stolen booze. Tony could tell that he was intrigued by the dark, smokey flavor and wasn't that just a kick in the ass.

“God dammit,” Tony said as he drank his whole glass in one swallow and poured himself another.

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THE SQUARE (2017): the truth is more absurd

PUBLISHED as part of the Chelsea College of Arts Publication Vol. 3

note to reader: contains mild plot point spoilers, would recommend watching the film before reading! this is less of a review, more a response.

life is absurd, and the square wants you to know it. or more specifically: society is absurd. social order is fragile, paper thin. we’re indoctrinated into the way things run. the smallest thing can shatter the illusion of civility we live in.

there is nothing scarier than sitting down to watch a film dealing with a subject you live and breathe. i remember watching Whiplash (2014) in a packed Covent Garden Odeon on a saturday night sitting next to my brother, a jazz drummer. everybody in the cinema really vocally loved it. there was thunderous applause as soon as the credits rolled. i remember him physically retching on the street in disgust at the way chazelle had portrayed jazz and music school. ‘music isn’t about competition or violence.’ Whiplash is a great boxing movie, but fundamentally it got jazz wrong.

The Square gets the contemporary art world right. most films which feature ‘modern art’ are cinematic nails on a chalkboard. their sledgehammer-level subtlety criticising it is played for comedy. most are shallow caricatures drawn with thick marker pens and it just comes across as cheap. the square draws with fine, precise ink. details are pitch perfect; from the clothes of the artists, the press releases, the fonts used in the in-world artwork, the atmosphere that exists in galleries. it plays it straight. it plays the absolute truth... and the truth is more absurd than any caricature could ever be.

v early on the film tackles the ‘is it art?’ question it was always going to tackle. our central character, the curator of the museum, is questioned by a journalist about a wordy press release. he summaries it using her handbag as an example- ‘if you place an object in a museum, does it make this object a piece of art?’... the film is clearly interested in refocusing and repositioning the way we see everyday things, and as a result we see everything in the film as such. every major set piece feels somewhat like a performance work, all leading to the climactic monkey scene, which rocked my fucking world. it’s easily one of the best scenes that encapsulates what a film is about i’ve ever witnessed. the ‘presented’, eye-like cinematography gets in your head. when i left the cinema i wandered around central london for hours, looking at things in a refocussed way. most notably, and the most common response from EVERYONE i’ve spoken to about the film, you *really* start to notice how many homeless people there are, and how numb you’ve become to seeing the most desperate, terrible situation a human being can be in on a daily basis.

SO. MANY. FUCKING. SQUARES. count them. really makes you think about framing of things. the frame you’re watching the film in... it seems quite the opposite of ‘a sanctuary of trust and caring. within it we all share equal rights and obligations.’

side note/strange takeaway: anyone who grew up with only 1 older/young sibling gets this. the film REALLY captures what that relationship is like, how you come as a pair although you’re at very different stages in growing, how you both react to the world together, especially in traumatic situations.

the square is not so much a criticism of the contemporary art world, more of modern society, using the contemporary art world as a lens to see it through. besides, there’s no better metaphor for the way we live than an art gallery. solitude, awkward politeness, inherent hierarchy, exclusivity, a common understanding of the way things happen, not *really* looking at anything. one loud noise destroys all of that.

and ughh everyone/everything in this film reminded me of the slade degree show THERE I SAID IT

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During the 2015-16 English Premier League soccer season, underdog Leicester City surprised many by capturing the title for the first time ever. But going into the next season, the team struggled. Coaches and managers were challenged to understand why the team was not dominating as it had the year prior.

Soccer is a complex and strategic game, and common statistics rarely tell the full story of how a team succeeds and fails. But working with STATS LLC, a sports data company, and employing machine learning tools and a plethora of data, Leicester City coaches were able to gain more insight into the team’s performance.

"The assumption was they were great offensively, but the data actually showed otherwise. It was actually their defensive prowess that was crucial to their victory," said Patrick Lucey, chief data scientist at STATS. "Their organized defensive structure allowed them to reduce the quality of their opponents’ chances across the different scoring methods. The data highlighted their disruptive game that made them one of the most difficult teams to attack against."

Armed with data, Leicester City coaches and managers honed those strengths and refocused the team.

Data is not just for sports teams. Many refer to data as the new oil and there is much talk about how to apply Big Data insights to the enterprise. But many organizations struggle to implement Big Data programs. Looking at how sports teams are using Big Data could provide enterprises insight into how Big Data can help them find their own winning formulas.

The magic in the data

Lucey believes that because data has already disrupted the status quo in sports, businesses can learn a lot from the sports industry when it comes to determining how to leverage Big Data.

For example, by structuring the millions of data points within video footage, STATS can model how athletes react to others on the field by looking at thousands of prior instances as models — giving them the ability to test new plays through machine learning.

"In sports, the data is big, but it’s granular, so that allows us to model specific applications in context," said Lucey. "It allows teams to answer very specific questions."

For example, in terms of soccer, given a specific shot, what’s the likelihood the team will score?

"The data can tease it out, then we can come to understand the data we have and find the context that leads to those very specific answers," said Lucey. "It’s a tremendous time saving tool that also helps teams and coaches do their jobs better."

Another sports data company, Sportradar, is helping National Football League teams better analyze large data sets with an analytics tool it calls radar360. The web-based, statistical analysis application is currently used by all the NFL teams and by NFL media properties to analyze a combination of in-game statistics, historical stats dating back to 1920 and post-game subjective statistics.

"It provides NFL teams the capability to slice and dice data using endless combinations of filters and scenarios to very quickly gain deep analysis and insight on their team or on their opponents," said Ashok Balakrishnan, senior vice president of product management and technology.

Business Big Data challenges

Clearly, businesses are interested in Big Data and the competitive edge it can provide them. Last December, AtScale found that 97% of businesses expect to do "as much or more" with Big Data over the next three months. Two-thirds of the more than 2,550 respondents said they see Big Data as "strategic," while only 19% said they consider Big Data experimental.

The market is expected to grow rapidly and by 2020, IDC projects revenue from Big Data and analytics to reach more than $203 billion.

Launching an effective Big Data program is not an easy undertaking. Companies often struggle to get enough data to draw reasonable conclusions. But STATS, for example, has collected sports statistics for the last 35 years, so it has had an easier go with its programs because it has all that data at its disposal already.

Even when a company does have enough data, it often remains siloed. "It is difficult to extract meaning or patterns from data as each dataset is categorized differently," said Adnan Mahmud, CEO of LiveStories.

While datasets are usually formatted similarly (i.e. in Excel) they are often like different languages and need to be translated. Once the datasets are translated into the same "language," patterns and important insights are illuminated.

Another challenge to using data is the amount of time it takes to clean and find data.

"Most people spend 80% of their time finding and cleaning the data, leaving little time for exploring and sharing," said Mahmud. "Moreover, even when the data is available, like through the Census, it can be very difficult for non-technical people to use."

Finally, demand for Big Data analytics skills is going up, while a deficit on the supply side is driving salaries higher.

"Companies need people that can take the data they have and turn it into useable information," said John Reed, senior executive director at Robert Half Technology. "What kind of info do we have? How do you package that up in a way to deliver that back to the business to help them in making business decisions?"

Big Data engineers — those personnel often tasked with figuring out what to do with the data companies collect and how to use that data to advance enterprise capabilities and offerings — will see one of biggest non-executive salary jump among all IT professions this year, according to the 2017 Robert Half salary guide.

Practical applications

Overcoming Big Data obstacles is worth the effort. For businesses, drawing new insights from vast data troves can help them stay more clued into customer bases. And provided they can hone in on customer wants and needs, those customers are likely to keep coming back.

Evidence shows businesses are currently using Big Data and analytics in a number of ways, from identifying risk and fraud to creating product insights organizations can act on. Business Intelligence is the number one workload for Big Data, with 75% of respondents planning on using BI on Big Data, according to AtScale.

Though the potential for Big Data is enormous, even in the sports industry the application of Big Data is still very much in its infancy.

"Even after multiple years, we are still just scratching the surface in terms of what knowledge we can derive from all this data," said Lucey.

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Whispered Psychology Theories and Nursing Secrets

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Teaching shouldn’t be contrived and artificial. Assistance may be in the form of teaching, encouragement or physical assistance. Nursing is concerned with the entire individual.

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Two Car [Best Review]

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Two Car [Best Review]

Matt Knodle

Two Girls, One Bike

Episodes : 12

Genre : Sports

Airing Date : October 2017 – December 2017

Studios : Silver Link

Contains Spoilers

Miyata Yuri and Meguro Megumi have a dream: to win their island’s kneeler racing tournament for the eligibility to enter the Isle of Man international competition in the UK! Why? Because they’re both in love with their former coach, Tanahashi. Unfortunately, if they want to compete for his affection, they’ll have to work together temporarily. Kneeler racing requires two riders: a driver to steer and a passenger to distribute balance, and they happen to work well together. Can they succeed in putting their differences aside for the chance to be with their beloved Tanahashi?

While the above is the overall plot, Two Car bounces around from story to story, focusing on the trials and tribulations of Yuri and Megumi’s opponents. You’ll learn about the friendship between Nagai Misaki and Shiohara Chiyuki that transcends social positions, the dominant and submissive bond between Murata Izumi and Suzuki Nagisa, the inseparable twins Yuria and Maria, and even a quick story about kneeler racing’s favorite announcers, Makita Ai and Itagaki Nene. Interspliced between these stories are quick asides about Two Car’s favorite couple, Katakura Mao and Iseki Hitomi, and how they learn about their perfect relationship, which may not be as ideal as it seems.

Two Car ends with Yuri and Megumi attempting to break up Tanahashi and his fiancée Betty Birtual, Yuri and Megumi’s former hero. During a time trial race, Megumi falls off the kneeler and breaks her leg, forcing Yuri and Megumi to switch positions in the determining race. While initially they do quite poorly, a freak storm forces the rest of their opponents to slow down while Yuri and Megumi are able to catch up and win. Betty then confronts Tanahashi after realizing Yuri and Megumi were right about Tanahashi being wrong for her, leaving Yuri and Megumi free to pursue Tanahashi.

The few races that are sprinkled throughout Two Car are well animated. There are some notable, off-putting instances of CGI mixed in during a few episodes, but for the most part, the races are suitably zippy and can be enjoyable to watch. It forgoes a lot of lengthy explanations of techniques used and largely keeps its focus on the pure adrenaline rush of an explosive race. Kneelers blast through the rain, slice around corners with cutting precision, and it captures a sense of momentum and speed through the quick camera work. At the very least, you won’t be disappointed whenever a race comes up.

Two Car is a strange, confusing show. The overall focus of the show is pretty clear: it’s about following the relationships between the different sets of girls as a thinly veiled excuse to ogle them. Every pairing follows a common framing device for just about every kind of yuri fetish you can think of: there’s the wealthy girl/working class duo in Chiyuki and Mizuki, the twins who obsess over being similar in Yuria and Maria, the sadomasochist pairing of Izumi and Nagisa, and so forth. Two Car tries to give everyone some screen time so that anyone who just happened to like a pairing will be happy to see them get their due… except around episode 9, where Two Car dumps its own formula and refocuses on Yuri and Megumi’s desire to score with Tanahashi.

Maybe this dilly dallying with the main plot would be more palatable if the time spent leading up to it were used to build up its central characters throughout each of these stories, but ultimately, each new story passes by only to be completely forgotten by the next set of episodes. There’s no sense of growth to any of the characters because everything resolves by stating that the status quo before was fine. This seems like it’s due less to a sincere message of stating that you’re fine as you are and more that the writers seem afraid of pushing the viewers out of their comfort zones. The girls are there for your enjoyment, so why should they evolve as people? You only like them because you have a kink for twins or dominant-submissive relationships. Why challenge that?

Why You Should Watch Two Car

1. Okay Art Design

第1��では、決勝本選の前の開催記念のお披露目のデモンストレーションが描かれています。…とするとつまり…？時系列にも少し注目してみてくださいね。【振り返り一挙】つうかあ #1〜4 @AbemaTV で視聴中 https://t.co/LFDIMJFzhN #2car pic.twitter.com/rM0Q10TByE

— つうかあ🏎オリジナルTVアニメ公式 (@twocartv) November 6, 2017

The characters are not unattractive. There’s nothing particularly offensive or off-putting about any of the cast that would turn anyone off, so if you haven’t had your fill of cheesecake, by all means. You’ll be rewarded with copious shots of shapely butts in bodysuits. If you’re not a butt guy, then you still have an average of one hot springs sequence per episode to look forward to(this is not an exaggeration). If that’s your thing, then enjoy.

And at least it doesn’t get in the way of the races too much. You’ll get your rear view camera angles during the races, but honestly, if you don’t generally pay attention to pandering, then it won’t be that distracting, as the camera frames their figures off to the side more often than not so it’s not immediately obvious what Two Car is up to. Kneeler racing is at least a unique sport that no anime has made its subject matter, so you might glean something from watching the competitions.

Why You Should Skip Two Car

1. Yuri and Megumi

Watching these two bicker with one another isn’t a charming insight into the struggles of maintaining a partnership as a youth. It’s more of a reminder of the sheer pettiness of adolescence. In episode 11, they tell Betty Birtuall that Tanahashi is an awful person and that she should break up with him. You think that this is going to be the moment where the girls are finally put in their place and realize how much their obsession with Tanahashi is stealing their focus away from their true passion. And, to Two Car’s credit, the show almost does this up until the last few minutes where Betty breaks up with Tanahashi for almost no reason. Yuri and Megumi are rewarded for their moment of blatant sociopathy without any consequence. This is not a reflection of the innocence of a youthful, naïve crush on an elder; this is idolizing and fetishizing a completely unhealthy relationship. They make Two Car as a whole uncomfortable to watch.

But it’s not as if Yuri and Megumi were particularly likeable before this. Most of their squabbles are frustrating because of how needlessly contentious they are. It’s not really funny that Megumi and Yuri are passive-aggressively getting back at one another by eating the other’s snacks because nothing is ever established for either one to make them at all sympathetic. Our sole insight into both characters is their shared love for Tanahashi in the first episode, and that is it. That is a detail of their history, not a character trait, and yet Two Car wants us to accept that as both girls’ defining feature.

2. Needlessly Confusing and Drawn Out Timeline

Around episode 9, there’s a revelation that the first episode was in the future and places a renewed focus on Yuri and Megumi. It’s revealed that reason the two were so particularly contentious in this one race is because Coach Tanahashi had come to watch them. This might have been an interesting twist, but there’s no connection between anything we saw up until this point and how the events of the first episode play out. It’s not like in these first episodes we saw Yuri and Megumi work together as friends, or we saw their deteriorating relationship due to their competing with one another over Tanahashi. We know about their entire backstory right from the first episode.

Which leads to the question of why even spend any time on these other racers if their stories didn’t add up to anything? It defies its own formula and we never get a story about the Osaka pair or, even more shockingly, the goth Lolita pair. It’s as if the writers of the show only had a vague plot in mind for Yuri and Megumi that was only worth about three episodes of content, and in order to stall for time, they used the twist of the first episode more as a weak crutch to justify wasting so much time on all these other characters. There was nothing we gained from revisiting why, for example, Chiyuki was afraid of taking a sharp turn, which helped Yuri and Megumi take the lead. It’s the animation equivalent of a student rushing to get a school report finished by the due date and slightly increasing the margins and font size to hit an arbitrary page limit; they clearly didn’t know what they wanted to do, so this framing gave them an excuse to draw out the length by reusing animation.

3. Poor Messaging

【コミカライズ情報】 本日、無料コミック ComicWalkerにて好評連載中の　しのはらしのめ氏による「つうかあ①」本編コミカライズが、ついに待望のコミック第1巻として発売です📗！

各種、店舗特典もございますので各店舗情報をご確認ください！https://t.co/0RT9EGWxmX#2car pic.twitter.com/wsSqzf57BB

— つうかあ🏎オリジナルTVアニメ公式 (@twocartv) December 13, 2017

Let’s just forget for a moment about our heroines getting away with breaking up a perfectly healthy and normal relationship completely scot-free. Can we point out that Tanahashi is in his 20s while Yuri and Megumi are still in high school? There’s something insidious about how, after all the terrible actions that the heroes have taken throughout the course of the show, we’re seriously supposed to still be rooting for them by the end. Tanahashi’s adult break-up is their reward for realizing that they had become too focused on trying to woo a grown man. Since most of the show is spent ogling its female cast, Tanahashi seems to be the stand-in for its assumed male demographic. We cheer for these two because we’re supposed to desire them, and look, we know they’re cartoons, so no harm, no foul, but there’s something gross wanting us to root for the successful seduction of an adult by two girls who are still mastering algebra.

4. Lack of Character Growth

Yuria and Maria decide they want to distinguish themselves from one another, only to find that once they develop their own independence, the duo can no longer function as a kneeler racing team. So, to correct this… they have to revert back to being the same person. Or how about Izumi and Nagisa, where Izumi goes so far as punching Nagisa for even daring to question the healthiness of their relationship, only to freak out about how she could have died on the race track without Nagisa’s input. Only to… go back to being Nagisa’s overly dominant master, and so forth.

These are not stories that are interesting because they are not stories about people. These characters feel like they were designed by a committee, all for the sole function of selling cheap merchandise quickly to people who might just have happened to have latched onto the series because they saw a character design they liked. They’re less like characters and more like mascots who have to stay within their pre-defined personality trait, lest they devalue the brand and potentially turn off a customer who might want a Yuria or Izumi keychain.

Two Car is like clicking on a random recommended YouTube video based on a sexy thumbnail image and a lack of judgement. You tell yourself you’re watching because, hey, the concept of the video sounded interesting and there might be something more going on, but you know deep in your heart why you clicked. Like that random YouTube video, Two Car was designed to fill space in an endless void of content that the creators justify as an attempt to make a name for themselves. Don’t be fooled; there is nothing of value to be gleaned from Two Car. There’s no plot, no focus, no drive to anything that’s actually happening. It’s all a façade to trap the occasional man based on their primal instinct to look at boobs.

Disagree? Please, let us know in the comments below!

Author: Matt Knodle

I come from Indiana, where I grew up near a video rental shop that proudly stated “The widest selection of anime in the state”, setting me on a course to enjoy as much anime as possible. I’ve devoted myself to over-analyzing various sports anime and video games probably more than they were ever intended. I currently co-host a weekly sports anime fan podcast called KoshienCast with my good friend, Matt.

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1. Your First OC ever? Oh gosh, I'm fairly sure it was a robot/cyborg girl (I think because I really liked the Androids from Dragonball Z) I annot remember her name I do remember, she had some love interest who was blond, and didn't discover what she really was for a while. Her maker was evil, I think I wrote it when I was like 8-ish ugh how embarrassing.         2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OC's? Oh gee probably Riea just because she is the oldest long term one who I've written for, and recreated and built upon many times, but it's hard to pick favourites out of them all. 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from somebody? I genuinely don't remember ever taking on another persons character, I have made suggestions on how a person could characterise their OC better so I used the, temporarily to demonstrate but never took one on long term to keep. I would though if I thought they were salvageable, or if I felt they possessed a story inside of them waiting to be told. 4. A character you rarely talk about? Does Cyborg girl count ^^' if not, I don't really discuss the Knight Commander with people, even though he's an antagonist. Other than him, there is a blonde female who my succubus character (also female) seduced who I haven't discuss much, mainly because I haven't determined how she's going to be reintroduced yet. I might make her a witch and thus aware of her soul having been stolen. 5. If you could only make only one of your OC's popular/known, who would it be? Viseran ( my deaf/mute character) a scouting party member, from a post apocalyptic future story. 6. Two OC's of yours that look alike despite not being related? That I made similar intentionally? Or I only realised were similar later on? None spring to mind who weren't related. 7. Are your OC's part of any story, or stories? Yes, that's what my entire list of OC's consist of. 8. Do you RP as any of your OC's? No I have never RP'd before. I sort of just work through everything in my head. 9.  Would you ever be willing to give any of your OC's to someone else? I have no idea, perhaps some old, or abandoned ones. It feels weird saying I'd give one to someone else though. 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? Complicated how? Like their character and personality, their story and purpose, or their actual design and appearance? A) Little Empress, B) Riea, C) God knows but probably Aymia Crewe. Little empress is a succubus, on the side of evil, she is a literal empress despite others having turned it into a sort of pet name, much to her distaste, and the story follows her and she sort of ends up working for the other side. 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a 'sunshine'? Zeriste/Rabbit is the only one who springs immediately to mind. 12. Name an OC who isn't yours but you like a lot? Some of the Dragon Age OC's that people have made are super interesting. I saw a thunder god one on deviant art that was pretty cool too. 13. Do you have any troublemaker OC's? Oh yeah I've created a few. Else witch, Blade, Peydion, immediately come to mind 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic background? Aymia Crewe applies due to having become permanently stuck in a child's body of ten, even though she is like nineteen years old. A number of her childhood years were spent as a child soldier, of which she was only one, another character of mine is also a child of warfare, however refocusing on Aymia due to her being highly skilled, and being one of the longest surviving children, as well as children being more compatible than adults, with the experiments to enhance soldiers on the battlefield. Due to being one of the subjects experimented on, a side effect of that was her body ceasing to age, she also has successfully enhanced battle skills, but she kind of feels trapped in a never ending nightmare. 15. Do you like to talk about your OC's with others? I rarely talk about my writing projects unless they are finished and I am content to discuss them. 16. Which one of your OC's would be the best at Biology (school subject)? Uissade, he is driven to seek achievement and learning above all else.  17. Any OC OTP's? Of my own characters - Riea and Blade though they probably will not end up together given the significant trauma in her past, Novice Witch and the Main Character, Aleksis and Vio, Riel and Lief though sometimes it changes, in other words I have several 18. Any OC crackships? Mine or from other media because I have a lot that belong to others. Sometimes I enjoy one-shots of various interactions between my characters, even cross overs from different stories 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) - Riea purely because she was my first OC that I designed as an adult, with a complete story and background and she has morphed and gone through many changes over the time since I created her, so I feel that I know her best and where she is coming from during the story. 20. Do any of your OC's sing? None actually, I have yet to make a musical OC. 21. Your most artistic OC? Out the ones I've created thus far Acera fits this best of all, she's artistic, creative, addicted to bright colours, popular, and collects shiny knick-knacks. 22. Is there any OC of yours who people tend to mischaracterise? No, I don't really mind how people view or characterise my OC’s, as the only one who knows what I had in mind when I created them is myself. I am always intrigued to see how another person might view different characters.  23. Introduce OC who has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? Riea, she's changed several times as mentioned above. 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be, and why? My former slave turned free traveller and fighter for justice, he's kind, sees the best in people and has never become bitter or angry over the hand life dealt him, I admire that. 25. The OC who resembles you the most? Auli, she has some differences from me namely her ethnicity, but she has dark hair and eyes like me, is kind but passionate and fiery whenever defending those she cares about. Also loves her family, culture, good food, and isn't afraid of expressing herself.  Therefore yeah definitely Auli. 26. Have you ever had to change your OC's design, or something else about them against your will? No, I am stubborn when it comes to who I perceive a character to be, or how they firm as a complete person in my head. I take constructive criticism, and allow others to suggest things whether a flaw or a positive trait, but I know who they are overall, and I know the story they are telling, so if they need to be rebuilt, I sift through trying to identify what I need to change for it to feel right. 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? None that I remember ever creating. 28. Your most dangerous OC? Gees, many are quite dangerous in truth, however the most dangerous character I have who isn't a straight up villain/antagonist is probably Aymia, she looks like a small child physically, but is an experienced, capable, killer, seeking a cure to her current condition, or punish those responsible, so definitely Aymia. 29. Which of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they're going? Serafien out of sheer stubbornness, Aymia, possibly Riea too seeing she can be very impulsive and isn't used to involving others in her plans or business. 30. Which of your OC's would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? Sayah because she's always acting tougher and more aloof than she really is. Possibly also Jarei. 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their Tumblr blog would be like? Peydion would reblog the latest fashion trends, she would always be posting hair and makeup tips for others as naturally she has immaculate taste. She would post skincare products, the only other types of things she would reblog would be fundraisers, and anything for a good cause as Peydion despite being vain will always champion the causes of the underdog, she will defend the picked on, indifferent to status. Acera's Tumblr would be a crafty, artsy collage of style and colour, I feel like she would make her own fashion accessories, upload her paintings and drawings, and make eclectic music playlists and suggestions for people, I also feel like she would have sections of her page dedicated to black and white photographs to break up all of the colour every now and then, I feel she would be a sweets and caffine addict to. 32. Which of your OC's would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?  I feel like Jarei, would be a matter of fact and rational protagonist, however she might be far too sensible to end up there in the first place. Therefore...I'm going to say, Iris would be unique in that type of situation. She's extremely different, spends the majority of her time amongst nature, and her powers as an empath would make the entire journey extremely interesting. 33. Your shyest OC? I can't really think of a shy character that I've written, I have expressed pain and distant characters, cautious and uncertain, bold and fiery, I've written introverts and extroverts, good and bad, jealous and vindictive, cruel even but I haven't written shy oddly. I will make that my next OC goal. Out of my characters who exist right now, I guess I would have to pick Iris or Briayla, because they are more introverted, Riea is also. 34. Do you have any twin characters? Yes three sets. Paige and Kat, another set of girl twins who are thus far unnamed still, and then there's Alex and Cole 35. Do yo have any sibling characters? Apart from the sets of twins ^^, not that I can recall. 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends, etc)? Belongs to someone else? Like another writer with their OC? Or who the character belongs to in the story? I wouldn't say any characters belong to, or with anyone in any of my stories, they are each, their own person. But if you mean as in another writer's OC, no. 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human? Riel and Lief both count in this case, essentially both are members of a group of beings who possess roles and responsibilities on the earth, they manage a particular job in everyday like that makes society function. A civil war breaks out, Riel is attacked and almost killed, she manages to escape, but at the same time falls into the mortal realm with a tear in her spiritual essence. Each being has an emergency, corporeal body which they inhabit within the human realm, Riel ends up being trapped within hers, and they are only supposed to be used minutely therefore the reliance upon it weakens her, so she's stuck, and during the initial aftermath she doesn't remember until Lief shows up and restores her memories of this, as they were sealed along with her powers within her. They are a part of her spiritual essence, it's intended to both protect the mortal realm as well as ensure mortals never discover their existence. Other stuff happens, war is being waged by both sides, that's all I'll say. 38. Which of your OC's would be the best dancer? Serafien, Else Witch I assume given the time period both women are from. 39. Introduce any character you want. Nine has white-blonde hair in a styled ponytail, with a messy braid running through it, and red eyes due to being albino. She is scrawny, and badly scarred along her right side and hip. Nine has the ability to kill, but she needs to picture how your organs work, in order to cause your lungs to seize up, she has to know how the respiratory system works, and picture it's inner workings in her mind, only then can she disrupt or shit down how it functions. She also has the ability to increase or decrease the potency of medicinal plants, herbs poisons, and all alchemical draughts she makes, making her both a brilliant healer, or killer depending on the necessity. 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Other than writing for them, being complimented on one or two. One time I made my sisters laugh with one of my OC's. A ghost and secretary working for a organisation of guardians, and although she is incredibly good at her job, she's of course incorporeal. Which means she cannot answer the phone, get the door, sign for packages that sort of thing, so at times she gets frustrated over it and her ghostly abilities act up, so office supplies randomly end up scattered about the lobby and that sort of thing. Also her partner as a receptionist who does answer the phones etc is a male mummy, who roller blades to work because he really enjoys human inventions, of course concerns that he might unravel means that he often puts tape on his bandages to keep them together. That sort of thing tends to make people laugh. 41. Has anyone drawn fan art of your OC's? No. 42. Which one of your OC's would be the most interested in the Greek Gods? Gaia considering her name comes directly from them, I also think she would be interested in her namesake and others among them. 43. Do you have any certain type when you create OC's? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It's time to confess. I lean mostly toward fantasy settings, I confess to liking troubled OC's, and the only physical features that I can say I lean towards is dark hair colours and bronze or tan skin colours. I try to represent as many ethnicities in my writing as possible, therefore I've made, French, English, Greek and Italian, Middle eastern mixed, Asian mixed OC's, a Hawaiian and Samoan OC, Native American, African American, Jamaican, as many as I can because I think everybody deserves representation, in stories and adventures, so it really depends on the setting I'm building, if it's a future society then I use our world ethnicities and say countries and nations have mixed and shifted etc, if it's a fantasy setting then I create and build my OC's and their ethnicities or cultures from scratch, likewise if I make a sci fi story which deals with alien races. 44. Something you like about your OC's in general? I like that they are all uniquely different, I try to explore new personalities and mindsets. 45. A character you no longer use? Well I haven't thought about cyborg girl in well over a decade but I might recreate and build her anew in a future story because I'm feeling some real nostalgia right now. 46. Has anybody ever told you that you treat your OC's badly? I would readily confess to doing so, you have to push characters to their limits, to determine what they are made of, that's how you work out who they are deep down. So yes I do think I act quite sadistically, and I'll kick them when they are down at times. 47. Has anybody ever (friendly) claimed any of your OC's as their child? No, no one has. 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. Mayyyybe Zeriste, she's the only character I can think of who falls into the sees the best in everybody, innocent type. Every other character I've made, ever, has been more complicated and more flawed than that. Zeriste isn't an old creation though she's a relatively new OC. 49. Which one of your OC's would most likely enjoy memes? I feel like roller blading mummy would be down ^^ he likes human creations. 50. Give me the good ol' OC talk here, talk about anything you want. If you want tag your answers as #yetanotherOCmeme so I can check them out too. I don't really know what OC talk is being referred to here. All I shall say is make them as varied, flawed, and three dimensional as possible. Be brave when challenging them with a difficult situation, and never hand OC's an easy way out. They can only build character in the face of adversity.

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#i think i remember someone else providing an ID once before i regularly wrote my own#and they refocused the drawing to be about a different subject. it was very interesting to see how the art changed with that ID#obv it's an accessibility device first and foremost but by getting one from the artist u can also get some additional context#(ie once i had a lot of people speculating in the tags if id drawn a specific object on purpose.. if they'd read the alt text they'd see) - via @sanctus-ingenium

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During each stage, the libido’s energy gets centered on a specific area of the human body. Some could have an excellent sense of humor, some can be perpetually fearful, and others might have a strong defiant streak. The person is the principal focus but how each theorist defines the nursing metaparadigm gives a distinctive take specific to a certain theory.

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While the parlance of normal language suggests that a theory is merely a hunch, the word has a rather different meaning in science. If you’re knowledgeable about a theory and would like to make and maintain a page, please get in contact with us to speak about your ideas. A great deal of distinct theories are developed in a try to spell out the many facets of human growth.

Personality is such a complicated concept that there is actually nobody specific definition within the area of psychology. term paper writing The important concepts of a particular theory are its constructs. With adequate research, the writer gains deep understanding about the topic and hence it is simpler for them to choose the best topic for their essay.

It is crucial to comprehend how borrowed theory can help you in your everyday atmosphere for a nurse. The essential concepts of a certain theory are its constructs. The significant concepts of a particular theory are its constructs.

It is extremely important to not forget that the interest of the individual ought to be the focus of care too. term paper writing It depends upon preventative measures. Additional a significant portion of superior patient care is dependent on preventative measures.

As his company grows, he might add some components of management theory so as to formalize the decision making and leadership qualities of management. It is critical to bear in mind, that most jobs consist of multiple sub-sets of tasks from several domains, requiring a variety of skills. Therefore, the very best aim of education is reaching to the previous limit of the individual growth potential.

It could just remain a hypothesis. Often theories develop over time, which often means you may discover a wide array of iterations. Parsimonious theories reduce the reach of variables to take into account when making moment-to-moment decisions.

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Nursing is concerned with the whole essay writer individual. You will also conduct wellness examinations. Additionally, it’s helpful to go through two or three samples of essays in Social Reform and Law.

The term paper writing nurse assists anybody to adapt many unique stimuli. Gaining a comprehensive understanding on a particular subject is important to selecting the best suited topics because the writer completely knows what the subject entails and thus it’s hard for them to choose a topic that’s irrelevant. At times the essay’s topic is supplied for the students.

The plan and evolution of training programs to deal with priorities with an organization is a specific pleasure for me. You’ve got to wish to be the absolute best and change a portion of that progress. Although, it’s often simpler to describe development than to explain the way that it occurs.

Whispered Psychology Theories and Nursing Secrets

The nursing field is booming, and an increasing number of nursing professionals are required in the present workforce. There are a number of nursing positions for various branches of the armed forces. Finally, the nursing faculty shortage has produced a distinctive chance for men and women that are well prepared to undertake the challenge.

Range of nursing The essential aim of nursing is to aid people achieve their greatest health potential. There are three major challenges in the area of community health nursing. The perfect way to begin your career in hospitality management is with the most appropriate education.

Still some courses would incorporate the next. In their professional education nurses will study a variety of interconnected subjects that can be put on the practice setting. Thus, the normal approach in teaching the children isn’t suited to adult education.

The authors draw on their experience in nursing that will help you develop your knowledge, understanding and abilities of mentorship practice which can be applied to numerous workplace environments. Knowing current facets to take into account when delivering nursing care is a vital element of refocusing nursing practice to stay current in a dynamic healthcare environment. The care structure considers the person’s spiritual and societal wants and healthcare requirements.

Vital Pieces of Psychology Theories and Nursing

Teaching shouldn’t be contrived and artificial. Assistance may be in the form of teaching, encouragement or physical assistance. Nursing is concerned with the entire individual.

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[thecoroutfitters]

During each stage, the libido’s energy gets centered on a specific area of the human body. Some could have an excellent sense of humor, some can be perpetually fearful, and others might have a strong defiant streak. The person is the principal focus but how each theorist defines the nursing metaparadigm gives a distinctive take specific to a certain theory.

term paper writing

While the parlance of normal language suggests that a theory is merely a hunch, the word has a rather different meaning in science. If you’re knowledgeable about a theory and would like to make and maintain a page, please get in contact with us to speak about your ideas. A great deal of distinct theories are developed in a try to spell out the many facets of human growth.

Personality is such a complicated concept that there is actually nobody specific definition within the area of psychology. term paper writing The important concepts of a particular theory are its constructs. With adequate research, the writer gains deep understanding about the topic and hence it is simpler for them to choose the best topic for their essay.

It is crucial to comprehend how borrowed theory can help you in your everyday atmosphere for a nurse. The essential concepts of a certain theory are its constructs. The significant concepts of a particular theory are its constructs.

It is extremely important to not forget that the interest of the individual ought to be the focus of care too. term paper writing It depends upon preventative measures. Additional a significant portion of superior patient care is dependent on preventative measures.

As his company grows, he might add some components of management theory so as to formalize the decision making and leadership qualities of management. It is critical to bear in mind, that most jobs consist of multiple sub-sets of tasks from several domains, requiring a variety of skills. Therefore, the very best aim of education is reaching to the previous limit of the individual growth potential.

It could just remain a hypothesis. Often theories develop over time, which often means you may discover a wide array of iterations. Parsimonious theories reduce the reach of variables to take into account when making moment-to-moment decisions.

A Secret Weapon for Psychology Theories and Nursing

Nursing is concerned with the whole essay writer individual. You will also conduct wellness examinations. Additionally, it’s helpful to go through two or three samples of essays in Social Reform and Law.

The term paper writing nurse assists anybody to adapt many unique stimuli. Gaining a comprehensive understanding on a particular subject is important to selecting the best suited topics because the writer completely knows what the subject entails and thus it’s hard for them to choose a topic that’s irrelevant. At times the essay’s topic is supplied for the students.

The plan and evolution of training programs to deal with priorities with an organization is a specific pleasure for me. You’ve got to wish to be the absolute best and change a portion of that progress. Although, it’s often simpler to describe development than to explain the way that it occurs.

Whispered Psychology Theories and Nursing Secrets

The nursing field is booming, and an increasing number of nursing professionals are required in the present workforce. There are a number of nursing positions for various branches of the armed forces. Finally, the nursing faculty shortage has produced a distinctive chance for men and women that are well prepared to undertake the challenge.

Range of nursing The essential aim of nursing is to aid people achieve their greatest health potential. There are three major challenges in the area of community health nursing. The perfect way to begin your career in hospitality management is with the most appropriate education.

Still some courses would incorporate the next. In their professional education nurses will study a variety of interconnected subjects that can be put on the practice setting. Thus, the normal approach in teaching the children isn’t suited to adult education.

The authors draw on their experience in nursing that will help you develop your knowledge, understanding and abilities of mentorship practice which can be applied to numerous workplace environments. Knowing current facets to take into account when delivering nursing care is a vital element of refocusing nursing practice to stay current in a dynamic healthcare environment. The care structure considers the person’s spiritual and societal wants and healthcare requirements.

Vital Pieces of Psychology Theories and Nursing

Teaching shouldn’t be contrived and artificial. Assistance may be in the form of teaching, encouragement or physical assistance. Nursing is concerned with the entire individual.

from Patriot Prepper Don't forget to visit the store and pick up some gear at The COR Outfitters. Are you ready for any situation? #SurvivalFirestarter #SurvivalBugOutBackpack #PrepperSurvivalPack #SHTFGear #SHTFBag

[thecoroutfitters]

During each stage, the libido’s energy gets centered on a specific area of the human body. Some could have an excellent sense of humor, some can be perpetually fearful, and others might have a strong defiant streak. The person is the principal focus but how each theorist defines the nursing metaparadigm gives a distinctive take specific to a certain theory.

term paper writing

While the parlance of normal language suggests that a theory is merely a hunch, the word has a rather different meaning in science. If you’re knowledgeable about a theory and would like to make and maintain a page, please get in contact with us to speak about your ideas. A great deal of distinct theories are developed in a try to spell out the many facets of human growth.

Personality is such a complicated concept that there is actually nobody specific definition within the area of psychology. term paper writing The important concepts of a particular theory are its constructs. With adequate research, the writer gains deep understanding about the topic and hence it is simpler for them to choose the best topic for their essay.

It is crucial to comprehend how borrowed theory can help you in your everyday atmosphere for a nurse. The essential concepts of a certain theory are its constructs. The significant concepts of a particular theory are its constructs.

It is extremely important to not forget that the interest of the individual ought to be the focus of care too. term paper writing It depends upon preventative measures. Additional a significant portion of superior patient care is dependent on preventative measures.

As his company grows, he might add some components of management theory so as to formalize the decision making and leadership qualities of management. It is critical to bear in mind, that most jobs consist of multiple sub-sets of tasks from several domains, requiring a variety of skills. Therefore, the very best aim of education is reaching to the previous limit of the individual growth potential.

It could just remain a hypothesis. Often theories develop over time, which often means you may discover a wide array of iterations. Parsimonious theories reduce the reach of variables to take into account when making moment-to-moment decisions.

A Secret Weapon for Psychology Theories and Nursing

Nursing is concerned with the whole essay writer individual. You will also conduct wellness examinations. Additionally, it’s helpful to go through two or three samples of essays in Social Reform and Law.

The term paper writing nurse assists anybody to adapt many unique stimuli. Gaining a comprehensive understanding on a particular subject is important to selecting the best suited topics because the writer completely knows what the subject entails and thus it’s hard for them to choose a topic that’s irrelevant. At times the essay’s topic is supplied for the students.

The plan and evolution of training programs to deal with priorities with an organization is a specific pleasure for me. You’ve got to wish to be the absolute best and change a portion of that progress. Although, it’s often simpler to describe development than to explain the way that it occurs.

Whispered Psychology Theories and Nursing Secrets

The nursing field is booming, and an increasing number of nursing professionals are required in the present workforce. There are a number of nursing positions for various branches of the armed forces. Finally, the nursing faculty shortage has produced a distinctive chance for men and women that are well prepared to undertake the challenge.

Range of nursing The essential aim of nursing is to aid people achieve their greatest health potential. There are three major challenges in the area of community health nursing. The perfect way to begin your career in hospitality management is with the most appropriate education.

Still some courses would incorporate the next. In their professional education nurses will study a variety of interconnected subjects that can be put on the practice setting. Thus, the normal approach in teaching the children isn’t suited to adult education.

The authors draw on their experience in nursing that will help you develop your knowledge, understanding and abilities of mentorship practice which can be applied to numerous workplace environments. Knowing current facets to take into account when delivering nursing care is a vital element of refocusing nursing practice to stay current in a dynamic healthcare environment. The care structure considers the person’s spiritual and societal wants and healthcare requirements.

Vital Pieces of Psychology Theories and Nursing

Teaching shouldn’t be contrived and artificial. Assistance may be in the form of teaching, encouragement or physical assistance. Nursing is concerned with the entire individual.

from Patriot Prepper Don't forget to visit the store and pick up some gear at The COR Outfitters. Are you ready for any situation? #SurvivalFirestarter #SurvivalBugOutBackpack #PrepperSurvivalPack #SHTFGear #SHTFBag