#big night for raven queen stans

[foldbaron]

[svfttachi]

Would you mind writing reader's childhood crush is Robert Pattinson and after watching The batman she's freaking out.She literally watched The Batman two times in a row?!? How would Itachi react on that?!?

SYNOPSIS: ^ in the request above

PAIRING: Uchiha Itachi x GN!reader

WARNING(S): N/A

TYPE: Modern AU, Fluff

WORD COUNT: 1565

NOTES: Oh boy, it takes me back to when I watched Batman, and I am not even a big Robert Pattinson stan myself. He just looked amazing as Batman/Bruce Wayne, and I really loved writing this. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy it!

SHRIEKING can be heard originating from the master bedroom of your one-story house, and such a sudden noise prompted your fiance to stop everything he was doing in the kitchen to make his way to the bedroom. His silky, raven bangs hung over his face which began protruding sweat from the little sprint he took to reach the bedroom. Eyes were wide when they landed on your figure who was sitting on the queen-sized bed with your laptop resting in your lap. With the heavy footsteps reaching the door, you looked up and raised your brows at the sight of your significant other standing at the doorway whilst panting heavily.

“Oh, hi, Itachi,” you said. Looking back down at your laptop, another squeal left your mouth along with a relieving sigh coming from Itachi who leaned forward to rest his hands on his thighs. Once he recomposed himself, Itachi walked up to the bed and sat down next to you, furrowing his brows at the sight of a random man on your laptop. “Why are you causing a ruckus this early in the morning?” Itachi asked, glancing at your face for a response.

“Lookie! Robert Pattinson is going to play in the new Batman movie! I can’t believe he is going to be Batman. Oh my gosh, can you imagine how wicked this will be?!” you exclaimed, pointing at the screen. Itachi brushed back some of the strands of your hair that fell in front of your face before looking back at the screen, “Who is this random guy, and why am I looking at him instead of cooking breakfast?”

You widened your eyes and snapped your head to the side to look at Itachi, finding him practically glaring at the celebrity on your screen with his charcoal eyes. The nerve of Itachi to not know about your one and only childhood crush on the man displayed on your screen. How dare he not acknowledge your one true love that came before him and played as a vampire on the screen to satisfy your Twilight craze of that time?

“This is my childhood crush, Robert Pattinson. You mean to tell me that you don’t know anything about this beauty right here?” you questioned, continuously and roughly pointing at the screen. Itachi looked taken back when he heard the words childhood crush leave your lips, prompting him to look into your eyes. “Isn’t this guy super famous or something? How do you have a crush on someone you have never met?” Itachi asked, brows knitted with confusion.

“Well it’s not a normal crush, it’s just someone that I love and support for as long as I wish to do, and in my case, I have been following his acting career since 2008,” you explained to your confused fiance, “I should get tickets as soon as possible, do you want to go watch the movie with me?” You started typing away on your laptop finding out where and when you could watch the movie. Itachi dug his chin into your shoulder and rested his head against the side of your face, watching you type away effortlessly. “If it’s about violence, I would rather not watch it,” Itachi mumbled, letting his eyes drift shut.

Violence was never something that Itachi could handle mostly because the screams and blood rising from some of the scenes displayed on TV screens were unsettling for his head and his stomach. In fact, you almost always watch your horror movies with him completely out of the house otherwise you would have to stay up all night to stop the tremors Itachi gets during his sleep. But from the trailers you were seeing of the movie, it didn’t seem too bad for him to watch. However, you didn’t know the extent Itachi could handle.

“Okay, I’ll go with Sasuke, then, if it’s okay with you. Besides, I need more time to bond with my future brother-in-law,” you cooed, patting his head to your hand and glancing down at him. A soft smile came to his lips when he heard you mention Sasuke, knowing you wish to have a cherishable relationship with him. “Go for it. Now, I’m going to go back to making breakfast, any requests?” Itachi spoke calmly, letting out a light yawn.

“Ooh, can you make me pancakes, please?” you asked with your cute, wide eyes that he could never say no to. Itachi chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek, nodding afterwards. He took one last look at the screen before standing up and walking away.

— — —

Months after having that conversation with Itachi, you had already rewatched the new movie two times, the first time with Sasuke and the second time all by yourself. After your second watch, you went all over YouTube finding any sort of video that incorporated scenes and edits from the movie of Robert Pattinson. Watching that movie reawakened your obsession with him, and at times, he’s all you’d think about during the day.

It started to come to Itachi’s attention just how obsessed you had gotten when you kept your eyes locked on a screen any chance you got. The amount of TikTok audios he heard playing overnight was way more than before you had watched the movie. Itachi’s love language is mostly quality time with you, and ever since you watched the movie, he felt you were drifting away from him, slowly. As much as he didn’t mind anything you loved to do, it hurt him to see you obsess over someone that wasn’t him.

One night, you were sitting on your shared bed watching yet another interview of Robert Pattinson, sipping on your iced coffee with your back resting against the backrest. Oblivious to the sound of soft footsteps, the creaking of the mattress coming from next to you was what alerted you of Itachi’s presence. The Uchiha was dressed in his comfy, cotton pajamas, and his silky, raven hair was in a side ponytail resting over his shoulder. Itachi didn’t let you speak when he immediately wrapped his arms around you and rested his head against your shoulder, a smile running on his face.

“I—Itachi? Shouldn’t you be eating dinner?” you asked curiously, looking down at his sleepy face. Itachi sighed and opened his eyes, making eye contact with Robert Pattinson on the screen. He reached out to close the laptop and set it aside before wrapping his arm back around you. “Dinner would be less quiet with you,” Itachi replied, readjusting his head on your shoulder, “Everything… would be less quiet with you.”

“What is this about?” you questioned with a confused look on your face. Itachi sighed once more and pulled away from you, taking your hand in his and rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. You kept your eyes locked on him, wondering what’s gotten into him.

“Now, I don’t care whether you do this or that because at the end of the day, I love you for you and all of your weirdness, but I think you’ve gotten a little out of hand with this Robert Pattinson guy that I’ve been feeling a little left out recently. Before you tease me for being clingy, I know what I want, and that is to be with you whenever I am at home or anywhere for that matter. Plus, you’ve been wide awake at night, feeding this obsession of yours. You don’t have to completely stop, but I would just love it if you'd take a step back, take care of yourself, and focus on the world around you, Y/N,” Itachi replied, looking up at you to meet your eyes, “Again… I’m not judging you, but he is on that screen, and I am sitting right here wanting to eat dinner with you.”

You had to look away from Itachi’s intense, charcoal eyes to completely take in the words he spoke of. Instinctively, your head rested on Itachi’s shoulder, and you brought your intertwined hands into your view, twisting and turning to memorize it. Soon, a light giggle left your mouth at the realization of how stuck you were on this man that doesn’t even know you exist, and you looked up to meet Itachi’s eyes once more.

“Yeah… I guess I was a little crazy for the last couple of days. But, you should be giving the same speech to Sasuke cause he was only feeding my addiction by sending me Robert Pattinson themed TikToks all day everyday! I partially blame him for this,” you added, pointing at Itachi. Itachi chuckled and leaned in to press a kiss to your head. He leaned over you to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, and he carefully got off the bed, pulling you along with him. “Fine, I will talk to him, too, but for now, let’s go eat my fantastic dinner I spent all afternoon making,” Itachi replied.

You got off the bed and were now standing directly in front of the man you were in love with, the one who wasn’t on the laptop screen playing a vigilante in a movie. A smile came to your lips, and you nodded your head, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. You took the lead by dragging him out of the bedroom and to the dining room where you’d share the most excellent dinner together.

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[dreamii-yume]

New Episode Update Let’s GOO!!!

Warning : This is just Yume having a mental breakdown, seriously. This episode update was WHACK.

~ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 68-75 ~

I know we ain’t participating and all but the game reminding you that there’s 10 minutes left to prepare is seriously bad for my heart.

Aah, shiet. Vil is still hurt.

He still has small wounds and scratches that he hid make up. Daddy, I’m worried.

Apparently, yeah, I’m not the only one cause my homeboy, Epel just asked to switch the center role with Vil. THE CONFIDENCE.

Aw, he’s worried about him falling over during stage (And make the performance look bad) Come on, Epel just be honest-

...He finally became the ideal poisoned apple that Vil wanted, huh?

Vil being proud a mom.

But the queen inside him is STRONG.

He’ll embrace the villain in him, OUR QUEEN CAN STILL GO. INJURED, WHO?

...AAND he proceeds to roast Epel again lol Typical Vil.

I love how Epel just accepted a nickname like “Doku Ringo-chan” lol It’s so cute, senior-junior relationship goals right there.

HERE WE GO.

Everyone is actually really confident hahaha

I really wish Deuce’s mom, Ace’s brother, Jamil’s sister, and Vil’s dad were here in person to watch.

HECK I WANT KALIM’S WHOLE FAMILY HERE WHY NOT

T-THEY’RE REALLY LETTING US HEAR THE FULL SONG. 

IS THAT JAMIL RAPPING.

Look at Jamil’s solo SD dancing. LOOK AT IT.

I really fucking love Vil’s singing voice aaa

HIS VOICE IS SO GOOD.

Album when disney.

Is Vil okay.

...aight im hearing some high quality panting here

...dont mind me listening to it a bit too much...

...they’re going to be great reference for some spicy- leave me alone

Vil panting is making me feel SOMETHING.

ANYWAY. THE CROWD IS A MOOD.

IS VIL OKAY.

Unmei no megami is giving me idia ptsd here.

Heartslabyul Senpais are watching their kids, looking all proud *sniff

Oh god, after playing Obey Me, it just occurred to me how similar Cater and Asmodeus’ voices are...

Watch these Senpai dorks act like Ace and Deuce’s second family. Trey being the dad, Riddle being the mom, and Cater being the supportive big bro. It’s so beautiful.

Riddle’s voice is a lot more softer now, I just realized...It’s so soothing...

God i miss u too octavinelle never change

Yeah, why tf did Floyd not audition for this

Bro, can you imagine Nobuhiko Okamoto in the squad as well??? IMAGINE-

Of course, he wasn’t in the mood back then. Of course. Why did i even ask.

IMAGINE FLOYD BEING IN VDC NEXT YEAR.

Omg i miss u too octavinelle never change

Azul’s gonna overblot again with Floyd’s marketing skills lol

Jade coming in like welp i guess thats that. Too bad, huh Azul?

GOD i miss u too octavinelle never change

SAVANA BITCHES HI

I wonder if these mfs knew that Vil just overblotted and malmal was the one who fixed the stage lol

oooh Leona’s sus about something he a sharp boi

Speak up my guy—

still so weird leona taking his job seriously

Malleus looking happier seeing this performance rather than Lilia’s lol

I miss the simpery in Sebek

Silver’s not in the verge of falling into a coma for once wow

Chenya’s so cute.

AND WE’RE BACK TO CUTE HEIGH HO TEAM

fcking shotacons man...im not one to talk

Aw, they didn’t show Neige performance...

The simping in the crowd is a MASSIVE mood.

WHO WINS TELL ME

These night raven fuckers better vote for us and not pull a “oh shie my hand slipped lololol” i swear to god- im gonna throw hands

*me holding my phone and pretending to vote as well

Suspense music intensifies be like-

HAAA

BOIS, ITS ONE VOTE DIFFERENCE WHO IS IT AAAA

WHAT.

HOW DARE- HOW!? HOW DID WE LOSE!?

WE LOST BY ONE VOTE!?

EVERYONE’S SO SHOCKED LOL

vil pls dont overblot again-

Noooo grim’s tuna cans-

WE REALLY LOST TO A LEGIT KIDS SONG.

These children do not have the right to be this cute. I wanna take Timmy, Toby, and Shelpie home.

I swear to god one of these dwarves sounds like Cheka lol Is it Toby?

EPEEELLLL DONT CRRYYYY

KALIMMMM DONT CRRYYYY

KALIM HAVING THE AUDACITY TO SOUNDING LIKE A BIG BROTHER AND THEN CRYING HIS OWN RIGHT AFTER LOLOLOL

I HATE THIS EPISODE YALL MADE MY TWO BOIS CRY IM FIGHTING THIS EPISODE. BURN THIS.

This background music too though im deeeeddd

KALIM IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING A SINFIC ABOUT YOU PLS DONT CRY-

Jamil impressed about Vil being “calm” and Vil just going “h e h. you dont even know.”

....ha...

Monsieur Rook. WHAT did you say.

ROOK VOTED FOR ROYAL SWORD. Are you kidding me. You snek how could you- i loved you

WHAT DID I SAY- Ya’ll night raven fuckers shall not slip by their fingers when voting rook.

Vil is in the brink of passing out aaaaa

I have never heard Ace this pissed before whoa- lol he sounds like Deuce in his delinquent mode

Aw...Rook felt that Neige’s performance carries a stronger bond than theirs :’( it’s hard to put the blame on him when he’s saying all these stuff

It’s just like what they said in the past episodes that it’s really hard voting for your own team when you know the opposing team is better.

Aww...He just wanted Vil to believe in himself more...Rook is such a best man. Im crying-

Oh noooo is Vil gonna cry too nooo- daddy turned to baby really quick SOMEONE GIVE HIM AN EMERGENCY HUG

Well- at least...at least the 100 year record of not being able to win is still going, yeah? Um...bad joke? Sorry, i’ll see myself out-

NEIGE NOT NOW AND YOUR VII-KUN BULLSHIT- we’re having a moment here

Neige is such sweetheart but aaaahh— This makes it worse, we can’t even hate him aaa—

OMG JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THINGS COULDN’T- AAAAA

MONSIEUR ROOK. YOU’RE A FAN OF NEIGE!?

MOTHERFUCKER just got exposed by Neige himself lol

Going to Neige’s shake hand events, sending him letters, buying all his merch and shie- HE’S A FULL BLOWN NEIGE STAN

WTF YOU SNEK GET OUT OF THIS SCHOOL-

OOOOHHH THAT FUCKING ALBUM- HIS “LIFE’S WORK” or whatever bullshit IS FULL OF NEIGE

...actually- my japanese is lacking- im not sure lol what is a ブロマイド??? Lol I feel like a clown.

Rook is sweating profusely LOL

...what do you have to say for yourself, monsieur rook.

Wait- huh is that-

IS HE GONNA CRY-

WHY IS EVERYONE CRYING!??!?!?!

HE’S SILENTLY CRYING AS HE INTRODUCED HIMSELF TO NEIGE WHAT. THE. FUCK IS THIS EPISODE.

Neige fanclub??? Eternal Snow??? What kind of creepy-ass- OH, HE EVEN HAS A MEMBERSHIP NUMBER TOO-

Props to Neige with his :) expression unfaltering.

I’m- I’m speechless.

Vil is just looking down at Rook in disappointment like- “you’re more pathetic than I am”

Queen just went “I think you need this handkerchief more than I do now” THAT’S RIGHT. REPENT MOTHERFUCKER.

Rook crying is cursed.

But damn, I’m kinda liking this new relationship this bitchy relationship they have

Neige just dragged everyone’s ass back on stage and his snow white energy just said “LETS ALL BE FRIENDS AND SING”

NEIGE IS FUCKING GREAT- HE REALLY DID GOT THESE BITCHES TO SING HEIGH HO LOL

ACE’S RELUCTANT SINGING AND DEUCE LOOKING LIKE HE’S HAVING FUN

KALIM IS SUCH A MOOD, SINGING EVEN WITHOUT KNOWING THE LYRICS AND JAMIL JUST HAVING THAT “i want to die” ENERGY

AIGHT. ROOK IS HAVING WAY TOO MUCH FUN AND EPEL IS TRYING HIS BEST. HE’S SO CUTE-

OMG NEIGE AND VIL HAVING SUCH GOOD HARMONY—

YAHOO Y A H O O TANOSHIINDA~~ 

YA’LL SURE ABOUT GIVING ME THIS BLESSED MOMENT??

What a somewhat happy ending, even though Rook just backstabbed us I’m crying Beauté 100 points!!!

LOL Vil realizing he’s having fun singing with Neige- “SOMEONE JUST END ME RIGHT NOW-“ The desperation in his voice-

I love how Neige’s yahoo yahoo is messing with everyone’s head, even Vil wants to pass out lol

haha Crowley is so depressed lol

WHA- WHO-

HEADMASTER OF ROYAL SWORD!?

He looks like your typical grandpa- and his outfit looks like that one mickey mouse wizard outfit but blue—

Old man just went “we won lol” just to piss Crowley off I like this guy’s energy already-

Crowley being most likely as old as this guy—

ooohh this man just sensed something in this stage- Leona did too, didn’t he???

* Damn. Crowley talking so fast sounds like he’s making a load of bullshit lol

Anyway, I’m just glad that it’s not mickey mouse who’s the headmaster— I would’ve lost my shit.

We’re back in our dorms and I forgot that the squad doesn’t live with us anymore. It’s suddenly so lonely now...

Grim is getting the yahoo yahoo ptsd too lol it’s too goddamn catchy

oooohh shiet- mickey is calling us again

YES we finally got a good picture of this motherfucker

It seems like nothing is disrupting our communication this time, so MC thought to call Grim but—

Grim is not here.

Uuhhh...Grim? Where you’ve gone??? We’re getting flashbacks of the first parts of the game.

We went out to find Grim and HE’S CHOMPING ON ANOTHER BLACK STONE ON THE STAGE-

GRIM SPIT THAT OUT YOU LOOK TERRIFYING

AAAAAHH GRIM HAS GONE FERAL— He’s attacking US

Is this because we didn’t win his tuna canss nooo

NoOO SWEET BABY COME BACK.

Legit I’m sad, please baby don’t overblot like this...

He learned a new move though- SCRATCH

Ooh— We’re seeing some Ignihyde scenes here~

P U H I H I

Idia getting a lot of emails from bigshot companies whoa—

THAT OLYMPUS—?! EXCUSE ME??? Ortho what- Are we finally getting that Hercules episode—

Damn getting a hot chance in olympus only to put them down the recycling bin oof— Idia why edit : Yume was informed that olympus is kind of a company that sponsored VDC sorry she was mind-fucked at this moment and the ability to understand proper Japanese just went whoosh lol Thanks to @starshiningsirius for pointing it out for Yume~ ♥︎ HONESTLY YUME’S JUST GONNA WAIT FOR ACTUAL PROFESSIONAL TRANSLATORS AT THIS POINT LOL Don’t trust me for important situation too much lol

Aaaahh...We’re getting this shut-in out of his room in the next episode, are we?

And that concludes the whole Pomefiore Episode! JESUS CHRIST 75 CHAPTERS ALL IN ALL!? How long is the Ignihyde chapter going to be, huh!?

This was a really, really fun episode lol I’d consider this a fan service episode actually cause of all the things we get to experience— The singing, dancing, and the new songs, THE DRAMA. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

But then, the plot thickens, no? What’s going to happen to Grim? In the Ignihyde episode? And those reoccurring memories of us? And our relationship with Tsunotarou lol ALSO WE NEVER REALLY DID FIND OUT WHAT ROOK’S UNIQUE MAGIC IS. DISNEY EXPLAIN—

Thanks for reading this shitpost of Yume losing her shiet lol See you all in the Ignihyde Episode~ ❤

[megabees]

On Pike, Yasha, and Ashley Johnson

so i don’t see a lot of meta surrounding yasha or pike, and while i understand a lot of it does stem from Ashley’s absences on the show, I think there are a lot of similarities between Pike and Yasha and I want to talk about them, as a noted Pike and Yasha stan. this is inspired by meta posts by @c-is-for-circinate​ and @your-turn-to-role​, and i want to just mention that all their metas are great. 

(if you aren’t here for my long meta (and it is long), the TLDR is that Ashley explores interesting things in both her characters, such as how leaving/being left behind affects you, the idea that you can be both soft and hard at the same time, and unknown faith in a higher power, and how we don’t give her enough credit on that)

One of my biggest regrets about Pike is that with Ashley at Blindspot, we didn’t get to see her have the character arc that I feel like she deserved. Playlists for Pike include exploration of her anxiety, the feelings that she is always the one being left behind and that she is too busy tending the hearth to be able to be there for her family, being torn between doing battle and healing (much harder when you’re the only cleric, rather than Jester’s Battle Mercy vibe), and her feelings towards both Scanlan and Percy. 

Those are a lot of nuanced feelings, and I think while Ashley wanted to explore them, she was robbed of some of the ability to do so by Blindspot. Due to this, I think occasionally she falls victim to the fandom trope of forgetting that a character can be complex, and that happens even in the show. Characters like Vax, Keyleth and Percy all come to her with their problems, and she takes their problems, hints at her own, but they are never unpacked. I think a prime example of this comes in Episode 54 of campaign 1, in the conversation following Vax’s trip to the Raven Queen Temple. Keyleth comes to Pike, as she’s confused by Vax and the Raven Queen, and the following conversation ensues. 

Keyleth: I guess I just - I've always respected you and looked up to you, and... you're a cleric of Sarenrae, but you still seem to be very much in control of your life and your destiny, and you seem to know where you're going. 

Pike: It's okay. I feel like maybe I just look that way, because I don't feel like I have much of anything together, or know where I'm going. 

-brief break to talk about Vax and the Raven Queen and how much we hate the Raven Queen-

Keyleth: Would you say you haven't fully given yourself to Sarenrae? 

Pike:(hesitantly) I think I try to, but there's always that little part of me that thinks... or has doubt? So I don't know. 

Pike is in doubt! About her gods, about her destiny, (about the fact that she’s developing feelings for Scanlan and losing them for Percy), but we never explore that! And then Ashley has to go back and we have to fight some dragons and then Scanlan LEAVES, and she’s mad about that, and heartbroken. Remember those issues about being left while everyone else goes off? That factors into why she was so mad at Scanlan. He may have idolized her and hit on her relentlessly, but he made sure to check in on her and her well being, and he grew up once he had a daughter.  

Above all, Pike is a healer, and a devoted one at that. She’s loyal, and she’s kind and she puts others in front of her at all times. But it’s hard to do that all of the time, and it makes her get walked on sometimes. I love VM, but Pike is swayed easily by them, and they don’t talk to her about it as much as they should. (there’s some interesting meta to be done here about the way clerics are treated as not having their own problems and how they tend to repress rather than address, in both the MN and VM, but that’s for another time). She’s painfully aware of each time VM leaves her behind, and how her service stops her from helping her friends. 

On the other hand, Yasha’s exploration looks at how leaving can hurt your friends. She’s off to wherever the Stormlord calls her, but she doesn’t always provide that closure to her friends of where she’s going or how long she will be gone. In a way, the inverse of Pike. It’s explained as “oh that’s just what she does” by Molly in the very beginning, but when Yasha is taken by Obann, it is taken to a whole new level. 

Yasha joins Obann, and she does hurt her friends. She’s forced to kill the Cobalt Soul. She almost kills Beau in the cathedral. She hurts Fjord below the earth. For a while, she is gone and she is hurting innocent people, and that affects her emotional state. How is she supposed to gain these people’s trust back, especially after they are used to her not sticking around? I think this is one of the main reasons (other than Blindspot ending) that Yasha sticks around after the Cathedral. Ashley says in her first playlist that “She realizes it’s better to keep a safe distance from those you care about. It’s better not to care. Leave in the night. Search for more answers. Leave, because where she’s going, she can’t be saved anyway.” This is Yasha’s attitude up until she is let back into the MN after almost killing Beau. They are still kind to her. They pull her up from the depths. In the second playlist, Ashley writes “The Mighty Nein had compassion for her and took her back in, even after almost killing Beau. They showed her love. But forgiving yourself takes a lot more time…In life, it’s so much easier to punish yourself for mistakes than it is to forgive. But sometimes, SOMETIMES, love makes it through the cracks. The greatest balm for certain wounds, for healing, is love and acceptance.” 

Yasha is learning how to let people in, to let herself be taken care of and to take care of others. She is learning how to reconcile the soft parts of her with the hard. That’s the other thing so compelling about Ashley’s characters. Both Yasha and Pike play with the juxtaposition between hard and soft, between strong, loud, angry with timid, quiet, kind. Pike is “a MONSTAH.” She’s small, but she’s tough. A healer, but one who would rather be hitting. Yasha is big, but she’s so tender. A tank, but one who heals immediately. There are no shortage of incredible female characters in CR, but the way that Ashley creates characters who don’t play to type shows me that she knows how to mix up her characters for conflict. A tenderhearted, mild barbarian and a tough, bold cleric provide an inherent contrast within their characters which allows for a more tangible personage. 

In addition, Pike and Yasha both find themselves perplexed by the gods, but leading with unwavering faith. The Stormlord saved Yasha. He plucked her from a rage and reminded her of who she was. Sarenrae saved Pike. She was in a family who had an unfavorable reputation, and she was reunited with Wilhand, who gave her a relationship with Sarenrae and Grog. These interceedings from the gods produce an unrelenting faith, even when it’s hard, and move both Pike and Yasha to a higher mission of growth. 

In summary, Pike and Yasha are incredibly complex characters, and with a brief peek behind the curtain, we can see the ways that they’re similar. Ashley plays quiet sometimes, but her scenes in which she’s in control are spectacular, and her characters are as well. She bides her time, and she knows her characters well, what makes them tick and how they would react to certain situations. It’s a pity we didn’t get more time with Pike, but I’m looking forward to seeing where she takes Yasha. 

[91percentpynch]

the cut that always bleeds - kevaaron au pt 3

kejerejean stans? this one is for you. no seriously this one is out of jean‘s point of view? cuz honestly i love that hoe so much. as always get your tissues ready guys. this is actually kinda long? and a mess? and no one beta read it so if there are mistakes or it doesn‘t make sense i‘m sorry!! this is not that sad? tw: mention of murder, mention of physically hurting someone, mention of stabbing, mention of the nest, mention of trauma

check this out to find the other parts:)

Jean has always been a light sleeper. He had to be in order to survive the horrors of Evermore.

So naturally the sobs - as silent as they might have been - woke him up. His eyes opened at once, he sat straight up. Almost automatically he got to his feet and left the room to get to Kevin.

After all, comforting Kevin was like breathing to him.

Jeremy followed Jean, because he would always follow Jean. Jeremy was like a moth and Jean was the light. Wherever he went Jer would follow.

So they went to Kevin‘s room. The striker laid in his bed, curled up, phone in his hand, uncontrollable sobs escaping his mouth.

„I see you took the call this time“, Jean said, surprisingly gentle.

„I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a clear cut. So tell me, why does the cut still bleed?“, Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

„Because it‘s a cut that always bleeds“, Jeremy told Kevin as he came closer, carefully and ever so gentle placing his hands on the other boy‘s back.

„He said he wants me to come back to him“, Kevin whispered while holding onto himself as if to try to stop himself from falling apart. „He told me he misses me. That he only gets high when he misses me“

It was quiet in the dark room, shadows were dancing, just as Aaron and Kevin used to dance in the dead of night underneath the night sky.

„You did the right thing Kev“, Jean replied in French while he got into the Bed behind Kevin. Just like they used to do in the Nest.

When Kevin was in his arms he began to hum a French lullaby into his ear.

Jeremy joined them after a second of admiring his beautiful boyfriend and the broken boy in his arms.

„Dude, do you want something? Hot coca? A special Knoxian hug? Us to get Andrew to gut that bastard? Wait, hold on. I forgot. Twin brother. Well, I can gut him for you? Andrew and this is a word by word quote told be once ‚You‘re like a little unicorn in a world full of wolfs with razor sharp teeths, learn to gut the wolfs, stay safe‘, so he taught me how to stab someone? Yeah okay that is not the topic right now, I can still gut Aaron though. I mean Andrew would try to hurt me, but then again I‘m his best friend so he does not have the rights to gut me, right?“, Jeremy offered him a toothy grin, while his hand wandred to his neck rubbing it nervously.

„Can you please not gut him? First of all: Andrew already tried to choke me once when Josten was in danger and I told them where he was, cause apparently yOu DoN‘t KeEp ThOsE tHiNgS tO yOuRsElF yOu FuCkInG mOrOn. I think you do keep those things to yourself if the other option is to get fucking murdered by the mafia??? But what do I know, am I right? After all I‘m just a narcistic, Exy-obsessed asshole without a personality. Bonus I have anxiety, panic attacks, probably depression and I‘m unlovable“, Kevin mumbled into his pillow, the voices of the other foxes, of the other teams inside of his head.

„Did they tell you that?“, Jeremy asked, not quite able to hide the sadness and pain in his voice.

„Doesn‘t eveyone think that?“, Kevin asked. „I mean I think they tend to forget that the woman who gave birth to me, the last woman who geniuely loved me besides maybe Abby, invented the job. I think they tend to forget that the fucking mafia killed her when they found out I‘m not theirs by nature, so the only solution was apparently fucking murder. Then they kidnapped me, brainwashed and tortured me to the point where all I knew was Exy. Oh and maybe they also tend to forget that Ravens were only ever allowed to do Exy, if you were privilegded enough sleep, and do more Exy“

„Kevin you are so much more than that“, Jean whispered into Kevin‘s ear while pressing him against his chest. Just as they used to do in the Nest. „I might be mad at you, because you left me alone with those psychopaths. I used to think you didn‘t care about me. But you were just like me, okay with less scars and less you know. However I cannot say I wouldn‘t have done the same. I understand you now, Kevin. And please, please stop saying those things. And now let us cuddle you and let Jer go through his ridiculous post break-up list. We‘re gonna cuddle you and all you have to do is trying to fall asleep. Used to help me when I was alone at USC. Could only sleep properly when someone held me. Well, Jeremy. Tomorrow we‘ll shove unhealthy food down your throat and watch Downton Abbey or whatever those historcial dramas you love so much are called. While stroking your hand or whatever you‘re into big boy. Afterwards we‘ll take the dogs out and force you to watch the fucking sunset. And I‘ll hold your fucking hand“

Kevin supposed the middle of the night was the time of long lost truths. „Okay“, he mumbled while he moved closer to Jean. Replacing his smell with Jean‘s. It took him a while to fall asleep but he managed.

At the same time Jeremy said „Mi amor, I love you, I really do, but that was literally the most romantic thing you said in the past two years? That is way more romantic than ANY date you ever planned for me? Rude? The audacity?“

„Moi soleil, you don‘t have the ‚cult kidnapped me and tortured me‘ card you can pull, you get the bonus treatmeant of any other people. Besides I literally have matching tattoos with you? I drew you like multiply times? I wrote like a dozen poems and at LEAST one short story? I wrote you a fucking lullaby? You have no right to complain right now, or you‘ll loose your kissing privileges and I give them to Kevin“

„Eww gross“, Kevin mumbled.

„I don‘t remeber you saying that back in the Nest“, Jean replied, poking his cheek.

Kevin didn‘t have the energy to answer. It was a long day. Sleep could have him for the day. Death’s little sister might claim him for the night.

This night he dreamed about Aaron. Strong arms around his waist. Golden eyes locking with smaragd ones. They were on some lonely beach, kissing lazily while the water kissed their feet. It was a beautiful day. Not as beautiful as Aaron, but then again nothing would ever be as beautiful as this specific piece of art. Everything was alright. Everything was good. Why couldn‘t it be the real Aaron and the real Kevin on that beach.

At about noon Kevin woke up to a drooling Jeremy on his stomach and the smell of waffles and soft French swearing in the kitchen. Softly Kevin woke Jeremy up.

„Sorry I always end up on weird angles and drooling on random guys. Jean used to get so mad when I fell asleep in his lap. But you can‘t take him serious when he looks with you with heart eyes trying to be Mad, can you? Anyways we should probably go to him and help him? Oh wait hold on a hot second there. I‘m banned from the kitche, so we can sleep? Right? Right?“

„I hate to break this to you Jer, but it‘s noon. So, no we cannot sleep. You can choose my clothes, though. I know you love going through my stuff and playing dress the doll, Kevin Day edition“, Kevin almost smiled at Jeremy, when he looked up at him pouting.

Then he remembered another blonde boy, pouting at him when he told him no. Another constellation of freckles around another, straight, perfect nose. Sinful lips softly turned up, trying to look mad. Hazel eyes instead of ocean blue ones. Messy blonde curles, instead of soft badly dyed ginger ones. Strong arms instead of lean ones covered in flower tattoos. God, Kevin missed his Aaron.

No, not his. Not anymore

„Okay, but you have to wear to fab outfit I‘ll throw in your face“, Jeremy gave him another easy, toothy grin.

Slowly the other boy got out of bed and went over to the cabet. Slowly Jer went through Kevin‘s cloths. After a while he slowly turned around, holding a jersey that is obviously by far too small for Kevin in front of his face. „What is that? Why do you still have his jersey? Babe, you gotta get rid of that, rather sooner than later“

Jeremy had the weird habit of calling his friends babe, baby, dude or bro. Before Jean he called his boyfriends bro or dude as well, but Jean was so confused by it he quickly stopped doing it.

„First of all: I‘m a weak ass bitch, it smelled of it. And secondly maybe I wanna stab it once I‘m over the phase where I‘m like madly missing him?. I‘d just put it into a pillow, stab at it like a maniac and then set it on fire. I didn‘t grow up with a psychopath as my supposed best friend for nothing Jer“

„Okay? Well I got your clothes. And you‘ll look amazing, cause it‘s the FOX ONSIE I GOT YOU!!! I‘ll wear my onsie as well, and I‘ll force Jean to wear his one as well!! Much fun!! Much wholesome!!“

So that‘s how Kevin Day, queen of Exy, landed sandwiched between his childhood crush and long life crush on their couch, watching Downton Abbey with a plate of waffles on his lap. This was nice. He might had actually enjoyed it, if this wasn‘t his and Aaron‘s show. They used to watch it, cry over it together, make out while watching it.

Thank God didn‘t actually touch him while watching Downton Abbey, he was good at daydreaming. Kevin would just had preteneded that it was Aaron and he thought him breathing Aaron‘s name was the last thing any of them needed today.

After their Downton Abbey marathon they ordered pizza, against Kevin‘s better judgement. Another traditon Kevin shared with Aaron. At finals Aaron would often forget to eat and Kevin was too big of a mess to be bothered to cook so he would end up ordering something every single day and feeding it Aaron while he studied on the floor. Occasionally he would earn a soft kiss, growing hungrier when the night grew darker. God Kevin missed the soft lips on his own.

Kevin would have enjoyed the beach, wouldn‘t he be dressed in a fox onsie, holding hands with a 6“5 guy who looked like he both could and would kill you in a unicorn onsie holding two tiny dogs in his other hand and with a 5“4 dude in a matching unicorn onsie with two dogs that were almost bigger than him.

At least this didn‘t remind him on Aaron.

Well, actually. The way the ocean softly kissed the sand, reminded him of his dream. And of the endless trips to the beach, sleeping in the car, Aaron on top of him. Lazy kisses and warm hugs. It was the first place Aaron took Kevin after their rehab. It was the first night they spent together, as sober men. Well, not sober per se. But drunk and high on each others love. It might had been the most painful memory of the day. God he missed those strong arms around his waist.

Nontheless the pain got less, he felt almost numb. Kevin liked feeling numb. Nothing hurt when you feel numb.

The sunset was beautiful. It reminded him of golden hairs, freckles standing against golden skin, soft lips at his ears, his neck, the corner of his lips.

„Aaron you‘re supposed to look at the sunset, you shithead“, Kevin used to smile down at him. „But I‘m already looking at the most beautfiul thing this world has to offer“, Aaron replied smoothly, locking eyes with Kevin.

When the moon took the place of his long lost lover they decided to go back.

It was safe to say that no one dared to think that someone would wait for them there. Especially not the one person they tried to avoid by all means the entire day.

„You said to stop calling. Never mentioned face to face conversations“, a husky voice said. And Kevin‘s world stopped.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

okay so i just finished season 8, i can see why people didn’t like it but personally i really did. i feel like the thing people are mad about the most is that dany became a tyrant? watching the series knowing everyone’s endings allowed me to see things that most people probably wouldn’t catch on to. one thing is that arya’s end shot mimics the shot of her sailing to braavos at the end of season 4(i think it was season 4). also that danny’s speech to the dothraki, at the end, and her speeches to the unsullied,,, when paired with her actions(and with what tyrion said about how she kills evil men and we cheer her on i admit i did this too, but those cheers allow her to believe that she is always right and that makes her dangerous) it reminds me a lot of speeches dictators used. “you’re freeing the world” “we’re doing a great good” idk,, i like dany but i get annoyed when people say the signs weren’t there from the start, when they absolutely were. i do think that she could have been great, but people put to much faith in her which made her set extremely high expectations for herself and how people would treat her. and that ultimately led to her downfall. in short, i liked season 8. i like jon going north at the end, i like arya going off to explore, i really like sansa being queen, bran being king is eh but i like it overall. brienne writing jaime into the book of the kingsguard did made me cry, but i like that pod got knighted and i think brienne would have done something like that. even though he broke her heart.

My biggest issue with Season 8 is clear in my head, but difficult to describe with words. 

Everyone seems to have at least one major plot point that hated to the point of feeling like it ruined the show. Jaime going back to Cersei, Arya killing the Night King, the Clegane Bowl, Sansa’s betrayal, the “R + L = J” storyline not amounting to much/the overall path of Jon’s character. And of course, Dany’s conclusion is a big one for most people. I don’t really have anything like that. (Okay that’s a lie, mine is the Grand Council scene. Fuck that scene in fifty different ways.) I suppose what makes Season 8 the “worst” season for a lot of people is that things just feel different. The writing feels different, the characters feel different, the storylines...it all feels just a bit “off.” I’m not even saying that it’s bad-different, but it isn’t good-different either. In hindsight, the fact that the writers were rushing through GOT to get to Star Wars...yeah, I can believe that. 

But there’s a lot to like about Season 8 as well. Several things are carried over directly from Season 7 (which I’ll admit, is my favorite season) in particular, the first three episodes of S8 almost feel like the missing final three episodes of S7. I personally have no issue with Arya killing the Night King. While I did love the echoing of her boarding that ship like she did at the end of S4, and it totally feels like something she would do....I dunno, the line “A girl is Arya Stark from Winterfell. And I’m going home.” just really stuck with me, and I kinda thought she was over all that and just wanted to be with her family. I also have no issue with Sansa becoming Queen in The North. Like, what else was going to happen? Of course she would take up the mantle. Even if she wasn’t ready, who else was left? That said, she was ready and she damn well proved it in the final seasons. Sansa stood up for her people time and again. That was like, the entire reason for her conflict with Dany apart from overprotective sister instincts activating.

But, speaking of Dany...this is something that I always hesitate to talk about, but suffice it to say that I agree with you 100%. Of all the things in Season 8 that bothered me, I kinda saw this coming. Sure, I wish to hell and back that they hadn’t gone this direction, but it’s not even close to being as big a turnaround as Jaime had. I think a lot of fans identify with Dany and have latched onto her for that reason, and she’s a fantastic character to latch onto. But I’d be lying if I said that the signs weren’t there. She always did whatever the hell she wanted, and got away with it by the authority of “I have dragons.” This wasn’t just in the later seasons either. Remember the time she threatened to violate guest right because “My dragons made no such promise?” Tyrion’s speech to Jon in S8E6 was totally him being a loudspeaker for the writers, trying to convince the audience that this made sense...but it’s not like anything he said wasn’t true. As a Jon/Dany shipper, as someone who was rooting for either, or both of them, to wind up on the Iron Throne, as someone who unironically loved Dany’s character...yeah, it broke me. But it could have been worse. Some Dany stans hate Jon for killing her but seriously...at that point, what the hell was he supposed to do? She threatened Winterfell, and his sisters. Plus, y’know, she had murdered most of the population of King’s Landing. She had to be stopped, and Jon was the only one who stood a chance of getting close enough. He clearly hated having to do it, and he got a life sentence for it. So can’t we leave the poor guy alone? He’s suffered enough...

Jaime’s ending...is just depressing, and Brienne did not deserve that. I don’t hate Jaime for it, nor do I feel like it completely reversed all of the growth in his character. But it did yank his storyline in a total 180, and that can absolutely be utilized to tragic effect. The fact is, Jaime didn’t revert to being the asshole he was in Season 1. He simply resigned himself to the inevitability that he would always be that person. That because he still loved someone as wicked as Cersei, and had committed such crimes for her, that he would always be that person and there was no escaping it. The idea of becoming a better person was simply not something he would ever be allowed. This, my good friend, is 100% a symptom of abuse. Jaime and Cersei’s relationship is toxic as hell, not because of the whole twin thing, but because she is an abuser who brings out the worst in him. If Jaime had to die, I wish it had gone a different way. I can respect the full circle, but this is just so not the ending I wanted for him. And hell, seeing him cradle Cersei in his arms, seeing her sob about how she doesn’t want their baby to die...damn it, the character who’s death I was most expecting to cheer at, and I can’t even properly enjoy it. But it was a beautiful death scene, I’ll give them that, and seeing Tyrion’s reaction to finding the golden hand? Kill me now. 

The less that is said about the talking computer pretending to be Bran, the better. I won’t go into my spiel about why this enrages me because we’d be here forever, but I’ll just say that it actually made my knuckles whiten when they had the nerve to play House Stark’s theme over his coronation. Why? Why would they do that? It’s not like a Stark is being crowned King. Because, by his own admission, that entity sitting in the chair is not Brandon Stark anymore. He is the Three-Eyed Raven. Bran is effectively dead, and it low-key drives me crazy that everyone, including his family, just carry on as if that wasn’t the case. But I’ll leave it there. “King Bran” was a terrible idea, but I won’t go into the myriad of reasons why. 

[hipsterfishboi]

JUDGING RANDOMISED MONSTER HIGH/EVER AFTER HIGH SHIPS

Last night I had no internet, so I put the names of 16 MH characters and 16 EAH characters in a hat, shook it around a little and then produced all the names into 16 ships. I will then be ranking them (and maybe adding a couple of headcanons and such because this is mY POST).

Put under the cut because of how long it is.

1.       Raven Queen x Hopper Croakington

Not one I expected for this and honestly, I can’t think of anything for them. They seem like the kind of ones to have gone on one date before Raven decided she doesn’t have time to deal with his inability to talk to her and constant simping over Briar.

3/10. Barely any vibes, let alone good or bad vibes :/

 2.       Frankie Stein x Sirena Von Boo

This one could be cute, Frankie tutoring Sirena in Mad Science and both of them slowly getting crushes on each other, though Sirena not wanting to break the bro code of not dating your friend’s ex. Both have such drastically different dumbass energies and I love it.

6/10. I can see this being a cute little relationship.

 3.       Johnny Spirit x Cerise Hood

Oh damn. Needless to say, Cerise would not take any of Johnny’s shit, perceived bad boy or not. I feel like they are both drastically different when they get into relationships, with Johnny being the type to make big romantic gestures, whereas Cerise is all about the small details. They would probably be p good for each other.

8/10. This is honestly really cute tbh.

 4.       Briar Beauty x Andy Beast

This could be funny, an opposites attract sort of situation. Briar being the extroverted thrill seeker she is, whereas Andy being a more socially awkward technologically-behind guy. I can see Briar sitting with Andy and showing him how to use various different types of teach, and Andy talking to Briar about Skull Shores and carrying her to bed when she inevitably falls asleep around him.

9/10. The Vibes are toit.

 5.       Daring Charming x Gigi Grant

First of all, Gigi deserves better so let’s jot that the fuck down. And I can’t really see her getting along with Daring, who would 100% try and use her for selfish wishes.

0/10. The vibes are rancid.

 6.       Faybelle Thorn x Clawd Wolf

Clawd does not deserve this. Faybelle would use his trusting nature and loyalty to her benefit and then dump him when his usefulness had stopped, smh. She needs to be called out on her shit.

-5/10. No.

 7.       Cedar Wood x Porter Geiss

YEEEEEEEES. The vibes on this are so fucking good. Just- the duo meeting because Porter’s doing some stupid shit and accidentally knocks her art supplies down and then they get started talking on art. They would 100% have dates which is just the both of them painting each other and talking and being wholesome. Porter has her back whenever she may need help and will knock anybody out who insults his beautiful girlfriend. He is the personification of that one Will Smith picture where he’s showing off his wife.

10000000000/10. Chef Kiss.

 8.       C.A. Cupid x Deuce Gorgon

Probably happens in a verse where he and Cleo aren’t a thing. Just talking about Greek shit™ together. The softest fucking dates. Both of them would be so fucking devoted in a relationship. I see them more as friends, but even that potential was wasted.

4/10. I can’t see them as a couple too much, but 10/10 friends.

 9.       Draculaura x Chase Redford.

Okay these two would be adorable, even if just aesthetically. Chase being a soft dumbass who is constantly in awe of his tiny vamp gf. She doesn’t always understand all the rules that are put in place, but she thinks it’s cute he’s so passionate about them.

7/10. Adorable

 10.   Alistair Wonderland x Vandala Doubloons.

Adventure buddies to lovers. Alistair showing Vandala around Wonderland and generally helping her trust solids, let alone humans more. They would probably develop a lot of inside jokes nobody else would get. Vandala teaching Alistair to swordfight for that romantic tension. Dumbasses who just love adventure and accidentally fell in love along the way.

9/10. Pretty hecking sweet.

11.   Hunter Huntsman x Duchess Swan

Unless it’s some sort of Rivals to friends to lovers it wouldn’t happen. They might be interesting with the dichotomy of hunter / animal that can often be hunted. Hunter would probably have his work cut out making Duchess a semi-decent person.

6/10. Sweet concept but I can’t see it from where they are in the series.

 12.   Operetta x Darling Charming

Strong independent lady musician x Strong independent lady knight. I LOVE IT. They would be such an iconic power couple and honestly, we stan. Operetta taking no shite from the Charming family about what a woman should or shouldn’t be and setting them in their places. I adooooore this.

10/10. It’s amazing.

 13.   Maddie Hatter x Venus McFlytrap

Venus would be dumbfounded by most of the shit Maddie says, but probably would appreciate the help that Maddie could and likely would provide for the cause of preserving the flora of the planet. She’d likely love to hear about Wonderland and the plants there.

7/10. Good vibes.

 14.   Heath Burns x Dexter Charming

Awkward nerd x extroverted dumbass is an amazing trope. Heath and Dexter becoming flustered dumbasses around one another, but not realising as all their friends try and explain that they like each other. Heath would 100% be the one to confess first because it’s Heath™. Just… soft, stupid dumbasses.

8/10. Good bois. I’m lov.

 15.   Cleo deNile x Lizzie Hearts.

UTTER POWER COUPLE. The energy these girls have together is wonderful. Two powerful princesses who would utterly rule wherever they saw fit. Someone tries to insult Lizzie, they get roasted to filth by Cleo and if they try anything with Lizzie? Off with their head. They are both so sweet towards each other, with Lizzie making outfits for Cleo whenever she asks for it and Cleo being down to model for her girlfriend whenever she asks. They’re both so in love and soft for each other, though may have a couple of fights because they both have such strong personalities, though would always make it out the other end stronger for it

100/10

 16.   Sparrow Hood x Hoodood Voodoo

I can’t really see this one, I can see them maybe being friends but… anything beyond that isn’t really.

1/10

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S1 E13

quarantine diaries: may 26 2020

season 1 episode 13: “We Are Grounders: Part II”

I can’t believe im already at the season 1 finale

starting strong with raven and clarke cauterizing her wound. are they really going to paralyze raven? no wait please tell me that she becomes a cyborg.

ooo the tension between finn and bellamy. FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT! hmmph. fine clarke be the killjoy and break up the fight between youre boyfriends.

i dont like mama clarke and daddy bellamy fighting and disagreeing. it is not productive for your group of kids especially with the grounders coming. i like that clarke balances out bellamy’s negativity tho. way to stay positive. i could never cuz im quite the cynic if y’all if haven’t figured that out yet 

was that fire and steam scene (3:50) necessary? im not a big outdoorsy person but im pretty sure that that amount of steam of excessive. i mean it did look cool tho and dramatic af

what is this music? what is with all the slow-mo the editing team really be trying to make walking through the forest super cool and epic when it really isnt

honestly these kids are doing better than the adults. cuz its chaos up there in the ark.

shitttt when that grounder throwing star came and killed that guy.

wow they ran back to camp. soo basically the past ten minutes have been useless. like they really be lets move out and retreat then 5 minutes later be like nvm that was a bad idea lets go back to where its safe and we actually have a chance to fight back. and bet bellamy was like I FUCKING TOLD YOU! CLARKE YOU IGNORANT SLUT! *sorry another office reference

haha finn did a double face palm when clarke agreed with bellamy (7:00)

wow these cuts these editors are just adding new styles.

bellamy’s little makeshift war table is too cute. i wonder if he had individual figurines of himself, clarke, and the other main characters. 

also i feel like raven is highly underappreciated. like she is essentially a one-woman show for all things mechanical and weaponry. literally if raven did not come down from the ark when she did. the 100 wouldnt even stand a chance. i honestly think that they’d all be dead already. however then again it was raven’s idea with the flares that ignited this war so......but who am i kidding if it werent the flares the 100 themselves would have found another way to piss of the grounders and start a war sooner or later

ring of fire. i see that raven also watched finding nemo

bbq grounders and raven sayin “ill cook them real good” i thought this was supposed to be feminist show so why they keeping raven in the kitchen? jk jk

finn being a noble dumbass. i stan. but woah! woah woah! finn be out here flirting with clarke and raven at the same time. in the same place. right in front of each other. slow your roll mister. 

that awkward moment when the ark didn’t launch. oof. cant relate.

kane touching everyone's hands very anti-corona. but then it was all for nothing. jaha coming to stealing his thunder leaving kane lookin like a fool. jaha giving me captain america vibez rn. also star trek. 

friendly reminder that chris hemsworth played chris pine’s father

when jaha said “and ill see my son” rip wells rip. the writers did him dirty :(

grounders be confident enough to announce their arrival with their drums. they should be tho cuz this kids. they aren’t reaaaady

raven having a quarter life crisis about she used to always being first and now ending up where she is now. i felt that. bitch me in college is not a good look. but also when clarke said “id pick you first” we love sisters supporting sisters. imagine if this is sparks a relationship between them. like they both realize how dumb finn is and they decide that they should just get together as a big fuck you to finn. 

ooo karma is a bitch murphy. 

i love how anya be a wearing a crown on the battle field. shes a queen and she knows it.

this attack between the grounders and the 100 be like the battle at winterfell in GoT (”the long night”) but just scaled down and with guns. i say this because in both that its seems like an impossible fight but also because its hard to see all the action with this poor lighting

nooooow finn listens to bellamy. thats when you know he’s desperate

wow i can’t believe these kids are actually listening to clarke cuz bitch you know if i saw those grounders coming at me you better your ass that i be running to that drop ship for cover. this kids really do have more balls than me.

they’re playing some hallelujah music while they watch the ark descend to earth. waht? then it cuts to some of the people exploding as some of the ark re enters the atmosphere. may we meet again. 

how the hell did licoln find her in the mist of all this chaos? oh i know. lincoln be that weird ass person that can track a person based on their scent and you know octavia hasn’t showered in days so you know her stench is potent. aaahh the smell of true love. 

aww bellamy apologized about to octavia and his “my life ended when you were born” we love a king that apologizes. really tho. not a lot of male characters apologizes for the messed up things they do/say. i stan.

goodbye octavia may you become a badass next time we meet. 

ooo prettyboy bellamy no and finn too. ooh. i know they have to survive for the plot. but i dont like it when found families get separated 

this was me watching my bois bellamy and finn getting the living hell beaten out of them by the grounders and not making it back to the dropship

did anya really go in there thinking that she could take on all these kids with guns and no supervision. but i mean if anyone could it would be this queen.

“we are not grounders” i think the title of the episode would disagree with you clarke 

props to that stuntman. that fire looks hella hot.

don’t tell me that the air is sweet. put on a damn mask abby don’t you know that its corona season.

welp there goes my ship between kane and jaha. damn it. i mean i guess they could have a really short (timing-wise) but very loooooooong distance relationship. cheers to you thelonius. may we meet again. pour one out for me.

these mountain men have smoke grenades and lasers and guns and gas masks. modern warfare the writers said.

clarke in the good place?

van gogh. starry night. is this just random or is there actual relevance/hidden symbolism behind this. cuz if the latter im picking up on nothing.

monty!!!! He liiiiiivveeeees so...

quarantine ward! Mount Weather?! what the fuck i going on?

[zanrai-kid]

What Your Favorite The Adventure Zone Ship Says About You

Inspired by @spritecranberryofficial, the artist formerly known as @doubleca5t

Taagnus (Taako/Magnus) - You believe that no force on Earth can destroy the bond between a twink and bear who are begrudging allies to best friends to lovers.

Magnus/Merle - Your favorite game of all time is Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator.

Merle/Taako - You see a three-way love triangle in every trio, even when two of the trio only begrudgingly tolerate each other.

Taako/Magnus/Merle - You heard the phrase “Tres Horny Boys”, and took it as a challenge.

Taakitz (Taako/Kravitz) - You describe your love life as “yearning for the sweet embrace of death”.

Taako/Magnus/Kravitz - You believe death is the quickest way to establish common interests. Also, you’re shipping TodoDekuIida.

Magnus/Lucretia - Your ideal relationship dynamic is jock/group mom.

Lupretia (Lup/Lucretia) - Your ideal relationship dynamic is punk/group mom.

Davenport/Lucretia - Your ideal relationship dynamic is group dad/group mom who both joke about adopting all their friends.

Merle/Lucretia - You just want a vacation from other people’s bullshit.

Merle/Davenport - You’re just here for some men under 5 foot.

Magnus/Johann - You unironically appreciate it when someone plays “Wonderwall” well.

Magnus/Lup - All of your DnD characters are Lawful Good, but somehow use Chaos as a means to an end.

Taako/Magic Brian - You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of goofy accents.

Sweet Flips (Carey/Killian) - You want a girlfriend who will kick your ass upon request; you also want to join in when she’s kicking someone else’s ass.

Blupjeans (Lup/Barry) - You believe “hapless nerds falling in love at band camp” are underrepresented in modern fiction.

EDIT for @lesbian-flutist  Lup/Lucretia/Barry - You believe in band nerd/math nerd/band and math nerd solidarity.

Sloane/Hurley - Your ideal relationship dynamic is the film Thelma and Louise.

Johnchurch (John/Merle) - Your ideal relationship dynamic is the film The Seventh Seal.

Istus/Pan/The Raven Queen: You’re a sucker for Mythology shenanigans.

Taako/Barry - Your desire for good things to happen to Lup is outweighed by wanting to see hapless mlm nerds smooching.

Lydia/Edward - This ship being incest is outweighed by how much you think Jesse and James are better protagonists than Ash.

Taako/Angus: Not even entertaining you clowns FBI OPEN UP

Garfield/Taako - Your ideal date includes a Costco trip, after which, regret ensues.

Sazed/Taako - Your ideal date includes a home cooked meal, after which, pain ensues.

Dracula/Taako - Your Tinder bio is “19th century femme seeks creature of the night”.

Magnulia (Magnus/Julia) - You just wanted good things for Magnus, and, my god, does the man deserve it.

Any Characters from (K)nights - I’m not even talking about an anime, and yet, somehow, you would still tell people to read the manga.

Any Characters from Elementary - You also tell people to read the manga, but you also recall the lawless days of Johnlock.

Any Characters from Fur - You reference deep lore in fandoms other fans don’t believe is real.

Nadiya/Irene - To you, “two people reincarnating as the polar opposites of their past life” is just “a second chance at love”.

Irene/Remy - You believe Rebecca Sugar’s best song is “Giant Woman”.

Remy/Nadiya- You believe in the powerful bond of two people trying to reign in a mutual friend.

EDIT for @tombstonedb Kardala/Minerva - You thought, “You know what’s better than one buff magic big gorl? Two buff magic big gorls.”

Errol/Augustus - You liked the Amnesty arc, but wish it had more ghosts.

Dylan/Jeremiah - You believe any modern adaptation of Romeo and Juliet should turn Juliet into a guy.

Errol/Dylan - In a setting full of cryptids, you hard swerve into Team Jacob.

Gandy/Isabella - You’re a sucker for a good meetcute, pun intended.

Ned/Duck - You haven’t recovered from the fact Gravity Falls ended nearly four years ago.

Ned/Boyd - Your ideal relationship dynamic is “Be Gay, Do Crime”.

Ned/Barclay - Your ideal relationship dynamic is “Bigfoot is real, and he tried to eat my ass”.

Ned/Victoria - You think the greatest achievement in cinematic history is the beginning to the movie Up.

Ned/Sherriff Owens - You wish having some yucks with Johnny Law was considered less frowned upon.

Duck/Billy - Your desire to get with the Mothman is only outweighed by your crush on Ryan Gosling.

Duck/Beacon - You just want to date a smug British person, and really, who wouldn’t?

Duck/Juno - You are a huge fan of Camp Camp.

Duck/Leo - If you were a couple years older, you would have previously shipped Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker at the time of the prequels.

Indrid/Ned - You are a monster fucker.

Indruck (Indrid/Duck) - You are also a monster fucker, but softer.

Indrid/Aubrey - You run a monster fucker blog, but are not a monster fucker.

Indrid/Billy - You are a certified card-carrying cryptid fucker, searching on Craigslist to get rawdogged by two in the back of a Denny’s parking lot.

Mama/Barclay - You exude rural boomer energy without the rural boomer mindset.

Danbrey (Dani/Aubrey) - You follow exactly 18 bi pride Tumblogs, but can’t understand why you have so many duplicate posts on your feed. Spoiler alert: they probably reblog each other’s posts.

Aubrey/Janelle - Either your ideal relationship dynamic is student/teacher, or you’re a Janelle Monáe stan.

Hollis/Aubrey - You are a firm believer in the power of calling people who go to the mall “posers”, while simultaneously buying your accessories at Hot Topic.

Aubrey/Jake - You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of sharing dank memes.

Hollice (Hollis/Jake) - You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of early 90s extreme winter sports movies.

Duck/Minerva - You are a firm believer in men 👏 getting 👏 pegged 👏

Sternclay (Agent Stern/Barclay) - You wish Inspector Zenigata and Lupin III would stop dragging their feet and commit already.

Any Characters from Inheritance - This is just the same joke as Merle and Magnus, except you post about Dream Daddy on Tumblr AND Facebook.

Deadbeat Dad/Anyone else from Inheritance - Robert is best Dream Daddy, Amnesty is best arc of The Adventure Zone. To you, these are facts.

Firbolg/Fitzroy - This is just the same joke as Taako and Magnus, but you also desire the fall of capitalism.

Fitzroy/Argo - You, Griffin, and Clint all simultaneously thought “You know what’s better than one fancy himbo fighter? Two fancy himbo fighters.”

Argo/Firbolg - You’re already pushing for a catchy ship name for these two. Might I suggest “Surf n’ Turf”.

Fitzroy/Buckminster - You have a whole blog devoted to scenes of swords under chins.

Buckminster/Leon - You think Arthurian legend can be summed up as “Several bros, sitting round a table, two feet apart from each other ‘cause the church said leave room for Jesus”.

Buckminster/Rainer - You believe behind every man’s facade is a girlfriend of immeasurable power, waiting for her time to shine.

Rolandus/Zana - You believe in big edgy backstory energy solidarity.

Rolandus/Rhodes - This is the same joke as Argo and Firbolg, except I am now suggesting “RoRho”.

Crimson (Crush/Jimson) - Your Netflix viewing habits are, exclusively, She-Ra: Princesses of Power and The Dragon Prince.

[wearethecyclones]

My YEAR END Book Update

I’m an absolute monster and may have a couple to add to this before 2020 but uhhhh y’all, 63 books down.

WHAT A READING YEAR!!! 

2019 Reads:

Always and Forever, Lara Jean - Jenny Han (3/5)

The Diviners - Libba Bray (5/5)

Winter of the Witch - Katherine Arden (150,000/5)

The Vanishing Stair (Truly Devious #2) - Maureen Johnson (4/5)

King of Scars - Leigh Bardugo (5/5)

The Prince and the Dressmaker - Jen Wang (5/5)

The Proposal - Jasmine Guillory (1/5)

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine (4/5)

The Witch Boy - Molly Knox Ostertag (4/5)

The Devil in the White City - Erik Larson (5/5)

They Both Die at the End - Adam Silvera  (4/5)

Inkmistress - Audrey Coulthurst (2/5)

The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt (5/5)

The Hidden Witch - Molly Ostertag (4.5/5, loved it)

The Queen of Attolia - Megan Whalen Turner (5/5)

Sharp Objects - Gillian Flynn (3/5)

The King of Attolia - Megan Whalen Turner (5/5)

A Single Man - Charles Isherwood (4/5)

A Conspiracy of Kings - Megan Whalen Turner (5/5)

On a Sunbeam - Tillie Walden (4/5)

Milk and Honey - Rupi Kaur (1/5)

The Rise and the Fall of Dinosaurs - Stephen Brusatte (4/5)

Thick as Thieves - Megan Whalen Turner (5/5)

To Night Owl, From Dogfish - Holly Goldberg Sloan and Meg Wolitzer (4/5, SO SWEET.)

Red, White and Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston (4/5 but like 5/5 in my heart??? EVERYONE READ THIS, it’s so fun and queer and sweet and sexy lol)

Lair of Dreams (Diviners #2) - Libba Bray (5/5!!!)

SAGA Vol. 1 - Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples (4/5, I stan forever send help)

Before the Devil Breaks You (Diviners #3) - Libba Bray (5/5 send HELP)

SAGA Vol. 2 - Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples (4/5)

The Music Shop - Rachel Joyce (3/5)

Everything I Never Told You - Celeste Ng (5/5!!!!!!!)

SAGA Vol. 3 - Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples (5/5)

Fence Vol. 1 - CS Pacat and Johanna the Mad (4/5, STAN FOREVER)

Spare and Found Parts - Sarah Maria Griffin (3/5)

Fence Vol. 2 - CS Pacat and Johanna the Mad (5/5 STAN!!!)

The Sky Fell on Splendor - Emily Henry (3.5/4)

A Study In Charlotte - Brittany Cavallaro (4/5)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid (5/5)

Sadie - Courtney Summers (5/5)

SAGA Book 2 (Volumes 4-6) - Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples (4/5)

The Last of August - Brittany Cavallaro (3/5 - which isn’t to say I don’t like this series or this book, it was just not strong enough for a 4/5)

Haikyu!! Vol. 1 - Haruichi Furudate (4/5, good weeb shit)

Fence Vol. 3 - CS Pacat and Johanna the Mad (5/5, big fan)

The Case for Jamie - Brittany Cavallaro (4/5)

Wilder Girls - Rory Power (5/5)

Haikyu!! Vol. 2 - Haruichi Furudate (3/5, good weeb shit)

American Panda - Gloria Chao (3/5)

The Raven Boys - Maggie Stiefvater (obvs 5/5 still, I’m preparing for Call Down the Hawk lmao)

Dream Thieves - Maggie Stiefvater (obvs!! 5/5 BTW this is the 5th time I’m reading this series)

The Trials of Apollo #4 - The Tyrant’s Tomb - Rick Riordan (4/5, stan for life)

Blue Lily, Lily Blue - Maggie Stiefvater (5/5 lol)

Ninth House - Leigh Bardugo (5/5)

Me - Elton John (the Taron Egerton audio book tbhhh, 5/5)

The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson (5/5)

The Raven King - Maggie Stiefvater (lolol 5/5)

Call Down the Hawk - Maggie Stiefvater (5/5!!!!!!)

The Midwinter Witch - Molly Ostertag (4/5)

Daisy Jones and the Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid (5/5)

Recursion - Blake Crouch (FUCK!!! 5/5)

American Gods - Neil Gaiman (FUCKFUCK! 5/5)

Serpent & Dove - Shelby Mahurin (3/5)

The Unhoneymooners - Christina Lauren (3.5/5)

The Whisper Man - Alex North (4/5)

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me - Mariko Tamaki (3.5/5)

I had two DNFs this year, yikes. Those would be:

Of Ice and Shadows - Audrey Coulthurst (god I hated it...)

Wayward Son - Rainbow Rowell (Literally couldn’t stand a single word of the 30% i read of it YIKES!!)

MIGHT READ THESE BEFORE 12/31 MIGHT NOT??

Post Office - Charles Bukowski

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me - Mariko Tamaki 

[ai-suru-hito-yo]

Waiting For Someone To Release Me (Pt 1.)

Pairing: one-sided Roger x Reader, John x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You met the boys of Queen while working at a pub during one of their gigs. You didn’t expect them all to be so ridiculously talented and attractive (of course that could simply be the fact you hadn’t seen any action in months talking) and you especially didn’t expect them to become a constant part of your life in any way.

Warnings: none really, alcohol (this part takes place in a pub), terrible summary, tags will change as the story progresses

A/N: I started writing this as part of @rogerina-deacon‘s 1k challenge, and y’all, she got away from me. I’m gonna have to post it in at least four parts, the second of which I should have up tomorrow (Saturday). Based on Christina Aguilera’s “Genie In A Bottle”, which is also where the title comes from. This first part is a little shorter, and is mostly just setting the scene. All mistakes are mine. Also, to all you Roger stans, I’m sorry. It gets better, and then it doesn’t. Fair warning, I’m gonna hurt him.

Part 2

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You were working to put yourself through college when you met the boys, a master at the oh so coveted position of server at an absolute dive of a pub, though you did have to admit the music scene there was great. The manager somehow had a knack for scheduling the best bands, though he himself had no music ability whatsoever, and this night was no exception.

There were two college bands lined up back-to-back, and since he claimed you had the most experience and were the most professional, your manager had insisted you help personally take care of the bands. Two others were chosen to help you with the task, and the three of you would spend the night being exclusive servers to the musicians.

The job could either be wonderful or terrible depending on the night and on the talent booked.

Your two helpers for the night, Colin and Rachel, had taken on the task of serving the larger, seven person group and left you with the smaller group, four lads who called themselves Queen.

You took a deep breath and braced yourself for the worst before making your way to the partially hidden booth at the back where Queen had set up camp for the evening.

“Hello, gents,” you called as you stepped up to the table. “My name is (Y/N) and I’ll be looking after you four exclusively tonight. If you need anything at all or have any questions or concerns, I’m your girl. Now to start, could I get you all some drinks, perhaps?”

The raven haired one to your immediate right spoke up first.

“Oh, perfect, darling. We’ll surely have a wonderful night! I’m Freddie, and I’ll have a vodka soda please, dear.”

Freddie was quite handsome and exotic looking. You noted something of an accent to his speech that indicated time spent far from this little corner of London.

“Coming right up, Freddie,” you replied with a little wink, which in turn caused a big grin to spread across the man’s face. He turned to the very tall man next to him and whispered what sounded like, “I like this one!” The man chuckled, his shoulders and his beautiful, dark curls bouncing. You watched as he turned his lovely smile toward you.

“I’ll have a glass of grapefruit juice, please. I don’t like to drink before shows. I’m Brian, by the way.”

“Lovely to meet you, Brian,” you responded. It truly was lovely to meet him, he was very polite and soft spoken. He intrigued you, like there was something much more to this gentle giant, something complex. Your gaze lingered on him perhaps a moment too long before you were brought back to earth.

“'Ere, love, what have you got on tap?” A high, raspy voice came from your immediate left, directly opposite Freddie. You turned toward the source and nearly did a double take.

Are all the members of this band ridiculously attractive? You thought to yourself. The man (for upon closer inspection, this creature definitely appeared male, if not entirely human) who looked up at you was breathtakingly beautiful. His features were even softer and more delicate than those of the other two men you had already spoken to. Waves of shining, blond hair framed a slim face from which huge, very round, sky-blue eyes stared at you. Eyes which looked you down and back up again. Ugh. Could he be any more obvious? One eyebrow was cocked and a smug smile pulled at one corner of the man’s mouth.

“Have you got any cheap pale ales?” The man’s nose even twitched when he spoke. How cute. You mentally shook yourself. Damn invasive thoughts.

“I’ve got Whitbread,” you suggested,

“Perfect, luvvie,” the man said, before shooting you another smirk and slipping his sunglasses back on. Why he needed them inside the dimly lit bar you did not know.

“That’s Roger,” Brian said. “The biggest ‘member’ of them all.”

“Oi! Watch it, Bri! I might have to–!”

“Okay, a Whitbread for Blondie!” you interrupted, sensing already that Roger might be a bit of a handful. Freddie clapped his hand together and laughed as Roger pouted. You ignored them and leaned a little closer to address the quietest member of the group. Once you got a good look, though, you felt your mouth go dry and suddenly felt like your throat was closing up.

The man sitting beside Roger was the most magnificent creature you had ever seen. He was somehow both cute and incredibly sexy as he leaned back casually, observing everything around him. The golden tawny mane that tumbled down the man’s shoulders looked soft and luxurious, and your fingers itched to reach out and touch. He had a strong nose which was perfectly rounded on the end and drew attention to the plush, pink pout of his lips. His green-grey eyes seemed to take in every detail, and when the met your own, you felt as if the man were staring into your soul.

“Uh,” you addressed the man eloquently.

“This is our dear bassist, John,” Freddie offered with a secretive smile. “He’s also our tech wizard and our financier.”

You finally recovered from your small crisis and flashed Freddie a soft smile before turning your attention back to John.

“A Jack of all trades, I see. Well, what about you, love? Would you like a drink?”

“I’ll have three fingers of whiskey. Whatever is cheap will be fine, please and thank you.”

John’s accent hinted at a northern heritage, and his voice was immediately calming to you. He was just as polite as Brian, and you already felt yourself swooning.

“Coming right up, John,” you said with a soft smile, and with one more glance at the man, you turned to make your way back to the bar.

As your poured the drinks, you eyed up the whiskey shelf, weighing your options. Someone who drinks plain whiskey must drink it because they like the taste of it, however John had ordered something cheap, so you reasoned he must be on a budget. You quickly grab one of the top shelf bottles and pour out the desired amount. As you add it to their tab under the price of the pub’s cheapest variety, you told yourself you were simply providing good service and placed it on your tray between Brian’s juice and Roger’s cheap ale.

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The rest of the night passed smoothly, the bar was packed to the breaking point with patrons come to hear the live music, but thankfully no one decided to start any conversations with their fists, and it seemed no one had been sick on the floor, as had happened the past two times you had worked a live show night. Both bands played wonderfully, and except for a small sound problem, which John fixed in about five minutes, the performances went very smoothly.

You found you really liked Queen, they were one of the better bands you had seen perform in your time at this particular pub, and they seemed to have real potential.

Freddie’s voice was clearly very special, powerful and unique to anyone you had heard before. You could tell he was also a very capable pianist.

Brian was a sorcerer on his guitar, able to create sounds you had never heard before, sustain solos you thought would never end, looking like some ethereal creature under the stage lights while making it all look effortless.

Even Roger, you had to admit, left you cheering. You were very impressed by his speed on the drums, moving faster than any drummer you had seen before and creating strong, solid beats for the other three to follow. His voice was also very special. Halfway through one song, you could not seem to recall the name of it, he let out a high, sustained screech that you originally thought came from a distressed patron. When the crowd started cheering instead, you looked to the stage to see Roger eating up the attention. You paid closer attention after that and soon realized the man had an amazing falsetto voice, and could hit notes you had once thought only dogs cold hear.

You were not really sure what to think of John for most of the night. You did not see him sing much, if at all, and he stayed back from the crowd at first. You thought he seemed very shy and nervous which you thought was strange for a member of a rock band. Around halfway through their set, Queen played their longest song of the night, a song Freddie introduced as “Liar”. The song seemed to instill some confidence in John, for soon he started dancing around in place and appeared to enjoy the music more. There came a call and response portion toward the middle, and you found you could truly not look away. Freddie leaned back against John as they shared a microphone and the crowd went wild. You thought you could even hear a few people shouting the words back at the appropriate times. They were captivating, and it was clear to you that John did know haw to work a crowd, even if he was too shy to actually do it. Then came his solo. You watched closely as John went wild, strumming hard and fast, and you felt your mouth go dry again watching his rather large hands coax such raw sound from his bass guitar. You cheered along with the crowd as John executed a slide that sent shivers down your spine. He caught your eye and smirked, and for the rest of the night, John was unstoppable. He danced around the stage, and occasionally jumped up to the drum riser to reconnect with Roger. Together they were clearly a powerhouse, a strong and stable foundation to build upon.

The band had just left the stage and you were making your way back to them to check in and tell them you loved their performance when you thought you heard someone shout your name from across the pub. You turned toward where you thought it had come from, but did not see any familiar faces, only people chatting among themselves and gearing up to move along home for the night. You shrugged it off and made your way to the table where you could see Freddie still clearly hyped up on the adrenaline of performing.

“Hello again, gents,” you said as you approached, trying to reign in your excitement for them and remain as professional as possible. “Just checking in again, can I get you anything else?”

“(Y/N)! Dear how was it? Did you enjoy the show?” Freddie was bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of you, skin and hair still glistening with sweat, a bright, almost manic glimmer in his eyes. “Honestly, please tell me honestly, did you like us?”

“Freddie, yes!” you answered with a laugh. “Queen is wonderful. Really, you are! I’ve seen a lot of bands come through here, a lot of really good bands, but you lot are really something else. I was captivated by each of you from the first note.”

Freddie screamed before grabbing you around the shoulders and smashing you against his chest in a bone-crushing hug. It was a little gross, as he was so sweaty and it had soaked through his stage costume, but you still brought your arms up and returned the embrace. You were finding you liked Freddie more and more as the night wore on.

“Alright, Fred, give the poor thing room to breathe!” came Brian’s voice. “I’m sure (Y/N) would like to go home and not have to nurse any cracked ribs.” Freddie gave you one last squeeze and a quick kiss on the cheek before letting you go and turning to pack up his own gear. “Please forgive him. He’s like a puppy sometimes, he gets way too excited after a show, especially with a good crowd like this.”

“It helps that they had great music to respond to. I mean it truly, Queen is great. You’d have to be dead not to be moved by at least one of your songs.”

Brian laughed at that, shoulders and curls shaking once again, and said, “Well, thank you for such honest and…creative approval.”

“You’re welcome! Now really, is there anything I can get for you gents? Perhaps one more drink to toast a great show?”

“I’ll take another drink and your number,” came that now familiar, raspy voice. You turned around to see Roger, already changed out of his stage clothes, approaching you with a smug look on his face. He was actually a good bit taller than you originally thought he was. Perhaps it was a trick of perception, with him sitting behind the drums for the last hour, your subconscious just assumed he would be significantly shorter than his band mates.

“Seriously, Rog?” Brian cut in before you could answer. “Cool it, eh? (Y/N)’s on the clock.”

Roger opened his mouth to argue, but you cut across him. “I’ll go grab those drinks, eh?”

“Only if you’ll have one with us!” Freddie called to you. “Please?”

You sighed. You really should refrain from drinking on the job, but you were also assigned to take care of Queen and see to any doable request they may have. You figured one little drink would be fine.

“Oh all right, Freddie,” you answered, shaking your head. “Same for everyone?”

“Perfect, darling!”

“Make mine a lager, please? I’d like something a little stronger now, post show.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Yes, please,” came a voice you had not heard since before the show started. John was watching from where he had a long, rectangular case, which you assumed held his guitar, tipped against a wall next to what looked like a plain-looking cabinet speaker. “I’ll come help you.”

“Okay,” you said with a small smile. He gave you a pointed look, and you knew he could tell you had been giving him one of the better quality liquors and passing it of as bottom shelf. “Thank you, John.”

You turned back toward the bar and felt rather than heard John follow closely behind you. He sat on a stool at the end of the bar while you ducked behind the counter, fixing everyone’s drinks and finding one for yourself.

“So did you really like it?” John asked suddenly, his finger tracing through a ring of condensation left behind on the bar. He glanced up at you from beneath his long eyelashes before he looked back down to the moisture on the dark wood. Seeing the confused look on your face, he added, “The show. Did you really like our music that much?”

“Oh! Yes!” you said, putting your drink pouring on hold to lean against the bar in front of him. “I meant every word I said. I truly think you four have a lot of potential and I cannot wait to see what Queen becomes. You really blew me away with that solo of yours, John. I was truly captivated.”

John looked up at you and smiled then, and in that moment, you knew you were in trouble. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges sent your heart aflutter, and you were certain the little gap between his perfect front teeth was the cutest thing you had ever seen. You knew you had to see him again, and were just about to ask when and where their next show was when a familiar voice boomed down the bar at you, making your skin crawl.

“Oi! What’s it take for a real man to get service around here, eh?!”

Your eyes widened as you turned, horrified, to face your absolute prick of an ex boyfriend.

[seven-seas-of-rhye-bread]

Chance Encounters

So I have written a thing; it’s a choose your own adventure type thingy. I NEED AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION. I will explain more at zee end.

Part 1

It was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon but you were already so over the day. You had started off on the wrong foot, waking up with only an hour to get dressed and get to your manager's office in Midtown. The trains were delayed, there was a succession of useless meetings which could have surely been reduced to emails, and to top it all off, you were ravenous.

Luckily, you were mere steps away from the amazing restaurant where your best friend, Kat, tended bar.

"Look who it is!", Kat exclaimed as you walked through the door.

"Hey Kat, how are you?"

She came from behind the bar and slung her arm around you

"Doing just fine, happy to see you! What are you doing in town?"

Kat walked alongside as you went to your favorite spot, a table in the back of the restaurant, hidden from view by the polished oak bar.

"Meetings upon meetings, unfortunately," you glanced around the place, " is it always this empty during the day?" There was only one other table seated, and just 1 person at the bar.

Kat shrugged, "Friday afternoons are always slow. Glass of Pinot?"

"God, yes please!"

An hour, 2 glasses of wine, and a great big bowl of pasta later, you were ready for a nap. You had spent your lunch catching up with Kat, but now it was getting busier, and you had decided to head out, dreading the hour it would take you to get back to Queens. You took a moment to steady yourself as you stood up and wondered when you had become such a lightweight that 2 glasses of wine made you tipsy. You waved to Kat as she took someones order at the bar and were heading to the door when, "Y/N!" You turned your head, trying to find the source of that smooth voice. It sounded familiar, you knew it well, but-- "Y/N! Over here!" You looked over, to the other side of the long bar and were surprised to see Rami Malek, waving at you from a bar table. You were honestly slightly surprised that he remembered you. You had met Rami while doing some last minute script consulting for Mr. Robot back in the first and second seasons. The two of you had grown pretty close, always having long lunches together; but wasn't like that, the two of you were too alike to ever consider each other romantically. But as you moved on with different jobs, and he took on new roles, you saw each other less and less. It wasn't a bad thing, necessarily, sometimes peoples' lives just took different directions. You hadn't seen him in well over a year, but he had the same beaming smile. "Rami, hey!" You walked over and he instantly enveloped you in a hug. "So good to see you! It's been what? A year? Two?" He sat back down at the table. "Yeah, just about, I think." You were suddenly, very keenly aware of the 4 other men at the table. Not one, not two, not three-- but all four of them were painfully, amazingly gorgeous. You practically turned into a school girl, your cheeks flushing, a small smile on your lips. "Guys this is Y/N" Rami introduced you, " she's an amazing writer, and friend." He then went around the table, introducing his friends, "this is Joe, Ben, Gwil and Seb." They all smiled and said their hellos, all the while you were silently freaking out. “Where are you headed? Can you stay for a drink?" Rami asked, turning his attention back to you. You fumbled for words, you certainly were not prepared for this, "Uh, you know, I can't today, I'm just on my way to a meeting, actually..." " Well, are you free tomorrow night? We were planning a night out, I'd love it if you could come." You hesitated, trying to think of another fib, but your mind had drawn a blank. "Uhm, yeah sure-- I'm free." "Great! Awesome-- I'll text you tomorrow with the details." Walking out of the restaurant you felt a wave of relief, but also, a wave of impending doom. Staying up past 9 was a rarity for you, how would you do for a night on the town? You hurried away down the block, towards the subway and you couldn't tell if it was the wine, or the plethora of attractive men that was still making you woozy. ————————————————————————————————— So yes, it’s BoRhap cast with Sebastian Stan thrown in for good measure. Why? Because I can. Audience participation; if you would so kindly send me an Ask letting me know which two of the guys you would like to angst after Y/N in the next part, that would greatly appreciated. Weeeeee

@clumsybookworm18 @gingersnaptaff @tanya-is-dead erhmmm I know there is more ppl I used to tag but my mind is useless, let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the next part.

[redactedrichie]

A Playlist for the End of the World

Anon request: Hi! Can you please write something about Reddie that’s maybe a little angsty?

Based off of this audio (alternate audios considered include: Dancing Queen, Africa, I Wanna Dance With Somebody, Forever Young, and Heaven Is A Place on Earth

Word count: 3781

Summary: It's been a year since the zombie outbreak started, and Eddie and Richie are all that's left of the Loser's club. Eddie's not sure if he can handle it anymore, but Richie's convinced almost anything can be fixed with a little music, an abandoned mall, and a whole lot of terrible dance moves. (aka I wanted to write a zombie au dammit)

Ao3 link here!

“I can’t believe we’re alone, just the two of us.”

A year ago, hearing that phrase might have made Eddie’s heart soar. In his head, he can almost see it: Richie kicking the bedroom door behind him shut and smiling in that dumb way he does with too much teeth. But he loves that dumb smile, and the stupid tilt of his glasses broken one too many times, and the sharpness of his elbows that nudge him constantly just to remind him that he’s there, and the flickering thoughts in his busy eyes that Eddie can see so clearly now that Richie’s standing too close, but not close enough, never close enough. The bass shakes the floor, music muffled beneath the layers of drywall and the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. And then Richie is lifting Eddie’s hands, lacing them together as he asks dance with me?

But that was a year ago, before horror movies suddenly became reality in the lumbering forms of the living dead. Before the outbreaks and the quarantines, all the investigations for a cure that led to nothing, and before he packed up everything he thought he needed in a bag and abandoned Derry with his friends at his side. The day they crossed the city limits they shed their title of the Losers and suddenly were nameless survivors; just a bunch of teenagers with dead parents and a desperation to live. The last ones standing.

Maybe he could have still loved hearing that phrase regardless of the dangerous times, but not after the accident in May when they lost Bill. After the day Bev sacrificed herself and Ben couldn’t bear to let her. After Stan couldn’t hold the door anymore. After Mike took the night watch.

So when Richie says, “I can’t believe we’re alone, just the two of us”, it doesn’t sound so romantic anymore.

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles. “Me either.”

It sounds like a death sentence.

They had done their best to bar the doors to the outlet mall they stumbled upon with chairs and discarded wheeled kiosks, but ultimately it was pointless. There had to be dozens of entrances, and it was too much work for the two of them to try and board them all up before something smelled them. After all, those things might already be inside, in addition to the horde that’s been following them at a distance in a ravenous pack. Eddie has slept a collective 10 hours this last week, and his stomach has gone numb with hunger.

Trying to shake off the nagging feeling of being chased, he looks over at Richie—his Richie, who drops his tattered backpack onto the floor and attempts to catch his breath after shoving around the kiosks. He won’t admit it, but Eddie can clearly see the darkness hollowing his eyes, the slight twitch of his gaze as he tries to stay awake, the slouch in his step, the way his flannel caked in someone else’s blood now wears him.

He’s exhausted. Eddie’s exhausted.

We can’t run anymore.

Neither of them ever say it despite thinking it everyday. The outlet mall was the only thing dotting the stretch of highway other than rundown mobile homes that had long been looted and probably swarming with more undead. It was a risk to go in somewhere so big as the mall, but they didn’t have a choice anymore.

We can’t keep running.

“What’d you say?” Richie asks, now crouched down to investigate an upturned vending machine. There’s no food in it, of course. It’s as empty as their backpacks and water bottles have been for the last two days.

“Nothing,” Eddie says, biting his tongue. He didn’t even realize he was thinking out loud.

But Richie stands anyway, looking at him for a long second with a scrunched up look Eddie recognizes from too many nights of being too terrified to even whisper. Richie Tozier may not have many trademark talents, but being able to read Eddie like a book seems to be one of them. Sometimes he hates how he loves the way Richie can see right through him.

Because maybe if he was better at keeping his thoughts hidden, he wouldn’t have to see the moment Richie knows exactly what Eddie had said; the way he nearly caves into himself knowing he can’t think of a good reason to tell Eddie he’s wrong. This mall is a temporary bandaid, and there’s only two options:

See what they can find and keep going, or stay here and….

Richie opens his mouth to say something—probably an awful pun Eddie’s already heard before but will gladly take the distraction of something dumb right now—but then he’s looking past Eddie, eyes narrowed and then blown wide with a mischievous grin betraying the somber tone.

“Give me five minutes,” Richie says, patting Eddie on the cheek as he dashes past him with a surprising amount of energy.

“Wait—!” Eddie barely gets a hold of Richie’s shirt sleeve, “We can’t split up!” He jerks on his wrist, making Richie’s sneakers squeak against the slick linoleum tiles as he skids to a halt, flailing to catch himself from falling by grasping Eddie’s elbows. By inertia or intention, their foreheads bump together, pulling them close enough for Eddie to see the hairline scratches from too close of calls hidden beneath the rim of Richie’s glasses. Like their spirits, the marks scarred over crooked.

“I’ll only be a moment, promise,” Richie reassures, squeezing Eddie’s elbows for gentle emphasis. “Just stay right here, okay?”

Eddie swallows down a reluctant groan as he nods, feeling more than helpless watching Richie vault over the counter marked Security and disappear into a darkened doorway. The paranoid part of his heart wants to call after him, but it’s not worth it. If there really is anyone else inside, he’d only be drawing their attention faster.

Uneasily pulling the sleeves of his varsity jacket down over his hands—no, not his. This is Mike’s. This…was—Eddie takes a few curious steps away from the barricaded doors, making sure to not stray more than fifteen steps away from where Richie disappeared to. The main lights are out, but some shops remain lit by single lamps bordering the doorways indicating that a rare bit of electricity still runs here. But it’s mostly daylight streaming from the skylights that illuminate the scuffed tiles, the darkened department stores with shattered windows and overturned shelves spilling their contents across the floor, and a dormant fountain nestled in front of a pair of frozen escalators leading up to what a nearby sign indicates was the food court.

It’s eerie, almost more uncomfortable than the dumpsters they’ve hid in or the abandoned miles of empty fields they’ve trekked through. There’s something unfathomably unsettling about an abandoned mall: a place normally filled with crowds of people and sounds of laughter and overlapped conversations. His footsteps shouldn’t echo here, but they do. Each one sounds like distant thunder clapping down the dimmed hall blocked from view by the escalators.

He shouldn’t feel safer being uncomfortable, but he does.

It means nothing’s here yet.

“Gooooood afternoon to everyone named Eddie, Eds, and Edward Kaspbrak. This is your DJ coming in live with exclusively today’s greatest hits”

Oh, fucking hell—Eddie flinches hard at the crackle of static and the sudden boom of Richie’s voice amplified over the somehow active speakers. It bounces down the vacant halls and calls back at him, muffled and distant and everywhere. If somethings are in here and didn’t know about them taking shelter here yet, they certainly do now.

Eddie might just murder Richie goddamn Tozier himself.

“Today’s playlist, composed by yours truly, may sound redundant at first, and to that I’d like to say: if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it…also, there’s only, like, three tracks in here that aren’t ruined, and I’m not about to blast music from someone named Meatloaf.”

Eddie’s head swivels back and forth like a pendulum, squinting into every window front he can to see if anything is awoken by Richie’s charade. Nothing seems to be moving; only graffiti’d and knocked over mannequins look back at him.

But the rest of the mall could be very, very alive just out of view.

“So grab a dance partner—particularly a handsome one with sick moves and wearing a Journey shirt—because I think you’ll find this track very familiar.”

With another sickeningly loud crackle of static, the muffled sound of a quick rapt of cymbals and a catchy guitar riff filter through the speakers, nearly bringing a grin to Eddie’s face as the keyboard chords come in. Everybody Wants To Rule the World, of course. It was the song he and Richie played every Friday morning on the car ride to school, and always requested anytime they ended up somewhere with a DJ or jukebox. It sounded like the old times, the good times, the days where his biggest worry was if anyone saw him blatantly staring at Richie across the lunch table.

It sounds like his life flashing right before his eyes.

“What’re you just standing there for?” Richie calls behind him, swinging himself back over the counter and sashaying his way over to Eddie with that dopey grin of his. “Don’t tell me you’re too tired to dance with me!”

“Shut up!” Eddie instinctively hushes, planting his hands over Richie’s motor mouth. “Turn this off, Richie, something could hear us!”

Completely disregarding Eddie’s alarm at the situation, Richie pries Eddie’s hands away with an impish wink, “Too late baby, I put it on repeat.” Ducking and twirling under the crook of their joined arms with a flourish, Richie backpedals towards the fountain and motions for Eddie to follow with two fingers. His head bobs to the beat, not even bothering to look around at anything but Eddie.

Dread gathers like a thick knot inside Eddie’s chest as he watches Richie hop up onto the fountain’s edge. He hasn’t needed to tell Richie to lower his voice in months. They both know better. He can’t have just forgotten something so crucial to their survival all of a sudden; no, Richie is curious, but not careless. He’s ignoring the rules on purpose.

“Welcome to your life—”

Richie’s not running.

“—there’s no turning back.”

Eddie scoops Richie’s backpack off the ground, digging with shaky hands for the flashlight hidden in one of the pockets. He refuses to be ambushed due to Richie being caught up in nostalgia, masking his fear with irritation and a middle finger as he trudges past Richie’s mindless dancing.

Of course, Richie simply follows along, determined to keep up his serenade. He jumps into the water with both feet to send a small tidal wave spilling up and over the edges, prancing across the fountain in noisy splashes all the while still singing along in off-key passion. His sneakers are even louder now against the tile floor as he jumps out and swings around Eddie in circles, poking and prodding at Eddie’s tense shoulders.  “—ac-ting on your best be-hay-vur, turn” poke “your” poke “back” poke “on muh-ther nay-chure.”

He grabs Eddie’s arm that’s holding onto the flashlight, swinging it up under Richie’s chin like a microphone, “Ev-‘ry-bo-dy wants to rule the world.”

Eddie jerks his arm away as Richie obnoxiously tries to sing the guitar part as well, turning his attention back towards one of the side hallways that the skylights can’t reach. From what he can make out from his minimal flashlight beam, most of the stores are boarded up. Whether it’s to keep people in or out, he’ll take it over a waiting, hungry horde.

Noticing the absence at his side, he glances back: Richie is doing an impeccable Breakfast Club dance montage rendition in the middle of the main hall, using the skylights as a spotlight for the awkward grace of his one-man show. He’s as coordinated as a giraffe on ice, but he looks carefree under the halo of sunlight. He looks like he did a long time ago.

No, not a long time ago. Just a year ago. It was only a year ago that my friends were alive. It was only a single year ago that we were having stupid arguments over who was the designated driver and where we’d all be going off to college, when only Stan and I were actually paying attention to the CDC press conferences, when—

Eddie shakes ghosts out of his head, trying not to let the memory stick and distract him. Distraction is a silent killer, and he tries to only focus on the sound of glass crunching under his worn All-Stars as he takes cautious steps over the threshold of a department store, shining his light back and forth across abandoned cash registers and displays for shattered perfume bottles. It’d be dangerous going in somewhere so dark, but maybe there’s stuff left untouched that he could—

“Eds!”

Jesus fucking—“What, Richie?” Richie’s hands are on his waist before Eddie even has a chance to turn, getting dragged backwards away from the store against his will. He drops the flashlight in surprise, watching it bounce and roll under a bench.  

“C’mon, dance with me,” Richie coaxes. He tries to make the smaller boy rock back and forth with the rhythm, not even flinching when Eddie shoves his hands away with an aggravated scoff. But he doesn’t let him turn back to investigate the department store, instead intertwining their hands and skipping backwards into the main hall, pulling them back the way they came.

Above them, the song repeats with the familiar trill of synth.

Eddie begrudgingly lets himself be pulled along as Richie swings their arms together, wincing at the blanket of static playing under the music. Everything is so loud and he can’t hear over the grainy speakers for that trademark low groan of lumbering bodies, the terrible scrape of limbs against the tile, the excited growl once they spot their prey and oh god he can practically feel the hot breath on the back of his neck now. The longer they stand around dancing and letting this damn song act as a beacon for the undead, the less time he has to…

What?

The realization that he isn’t searching for an escape route halts him in place, nearly dragging Richie down from his poor attempt at moonwalking. There are exit doors at the end of every hall, and they could easily take any one of them and put this mall far behind them. But he doesn’t turn towards any of them, and he knows he isn’t going to. The thought of going outside, of going one more damn mile, feels like a bullet to the head.

Where am I going?

“Where are we going?” Eddie asks. It comes out less as a question and more of a demand.

“Help me to decideee,” Richie sings along with lyrics instead of answering, snapping his fingers in time and shifting his weight from heel to heel with a pop of his hips. “Help me make the—” He throws an arm around Eddie’s tensed shoulders, forcing him into a makeshift tango as they near the escalators again. Laughing into Eddie’s hair, he twirls them around once before lifting Eddie up and onto the motionless handrails.

“I’m being serious,” Eddie sighs, biting his lip from a traitorous grin appearing. Gnawing terror is still clawing its way up his throat, but for just a wonderful second, all he can think about is Richie ridiculously shimmying his shoulders and throwing out jazz hands. He watches him try to pop up onto his toes like Michael Jackson, but quickly loses his balance and topples forward with enough pride to pretend like he did it on purpose to dramatically drape over the railing. Despite it all, Eddie is bursting out laughing like he hasn’t let himself in months, knowing Richie’s been trying to perfect that move for years. Somehow, he’s still no good at it.

“Everybody wants to rule the world.”

Richie marches past him up the escalator, grabbing Eddie’s hand as he takes the steps two at a time. He scrambles to keep up, too focused on his footing and the back of Richie’s head to be apprehensive about what might be waiting in the food court until they’ve already reached the top. The actual restaurants themselves are barred shut, leaving a dismal collection of overturned chairs and empty tables littered across the floor. It doesn’t take long for Eddie to notice that the escalators are the only way in and out.

As he’s caught up in surveying the area, Richie tugs the backpack from his shoulders, unceremoniously chucking it back down the escalator as if it didn’t hold their last handful of glow sticks.

“Richie!” Eddie protests louder than he intends to, feet already whirling around to go retrieve the bag. But Richie’s hands are cupping his face faster than he can move, pulling their foreheads in close again as Richie hums the fading chorus. His face is calm, an amused smirk pulling at his lips as Eddie fights off confusion. Richie is keeping him on his toes—both literally and figuratively—and always keeping Eddie facing forward. The blaring music and his apathy for how loud he’s being betrays every rule they’ve set, and he’s laughing at Eddie’s wrinkled expression.

A year ago, it would have made Eddie’s heart melt. He would have tugged his head down by his curls and lovingly called him an idiot, blissfully letting Richie be his favorite distraction.

But that was then. Now, it’s all wrong.

“Richie…” Eddie whispers, hands coming up to clench at Richie’s sleeves to still his trembling fingers. He wants to be wrong. Please let me be wrong. “…what’s behind me?”

And there it is.

It’s a fleeting moment that he nearly misses from Richie’s thrown-off fluttering eyelids, but the temporary look of panic taints Richie’s cheek-bruising smile just long enough for Eddie to know exactly what he was terrified of.  “Those things are down there, aren’t they?” He manages a thankful, weak smile. “You’ve been trying to avoid letting me see them.”

Above them, the song restarts again.

Richie bites his lip, confirming Eddie’s suspicions. His resulting laugh is short, dark as he taps Eddie’s cheek with his thumb. “Ah, I should’ve known. You’re far too clever for me, my boy.” But then he’s dropping down to one knee, brushing kisses to Eddie’s knuckles like a gentleman. “Now will you dance with me?”

Eddie backs out of his grip, arms thrown out in exasperation that Richie’s in denial and keeping up his theatrics. “What are we even doing up here? There’s only one exit, we’re cornering ourselves!”

Richie rises back up to his feet, removing the distance between them and looking terrifying neutral. Like someone trying to soften the blow. “Eds, you know why.”

“I don’t,” Eddie lies.

“You said it yourself, we can’t keep running.”

“I know, but… it scares me knowing you think that too.”

“Why?”

“Because…fuck Richie, it means it’s real.” He averts his gaze towards their shoes, unable to handle the pitied look Richie’s giving him. “B-because it means…it—” His words turn into a strangled sound, unable to force the words out and admit defeat; to admit they’ve given up after a year of fighting to stay alive and watching their friends die to protect each other.

He can’t say it. He can’t bring himself even open his mouth. So he’s grateful when Richie’s gently lifting up his chin, brave enough to admit it: “It’s okay, Eddie, I’ve got you. You’ve been stronger than me for so long, always being the one keeping us moving forward. But we don’t have to run anymore. We can just sway.”

Eddie shakes his head furiously. “We can’t.” But even as he says it, he knows that he’s already signed his fate. He knows exactly what Richie is doing. It’s not just a dance, and it’s not just their song.

It’s their swan song, and Richie’s having them sway together toward the finale instead of crawl.

I love Richie Tozier so fucking much.

“Richie—”

“Don’t say it.” Richie grabs Eddie by the hand again, expression soft as he leads him towards the mess of tables. He uses one of the chairs as a stepping stool—“Holding hands while the world comes tumbling down”—careful to test to see if it can hold his weight before tugging for Eddie to follow along. They haphazardly step from table top to table top, moving themselves towards the center of the room until Richie’s satisfied they found a sturdy enough table to hold them both.

It’s not until Richie’s arms are looping around his shoulders that Eddie nearly loses it. Facing away from the escalators, the fear of knowing that they are probably coming up the stairs now sends his nerves into overdrive. Richie tries rubbing soothing circles in the small of his back, guiding Eddie into his chest. He smells of copper and cold.

“So glad we almost made it”

“Just sway with me,” Richie whispers into his ear. He brings his hands up, covering Eddie’s ears with his palms to shut out all the noise. He can still almost hear the muffled approaching groans and hisses mixed with the keyboard chords over his pulsing heartbeat.

We’re going to die here, Eddie wants to say, but he can’t. There’s no point is wasting his breath on something so blatantly, harshly true. Because if he just sways along, everything fades away other than the familiar warmth of Richie’s hands, and the proximity that he could know is him even with his eyes shut. Nevermind the scabbed hands that start brushing, gripping, pulling now at his ankles as they try to climb. Nevermind the sudden quickness of Richie’s breath against his hair, or the silent tears he feels dripping onto his face. Nevermind the fight to live trying to spur Eddie into running. Nevermind the realization that he’s going to die being dragged away by greedy hands desperate for his flesh.

“Nothing ever lasts forever”

There’s still another minute in the song, he thinks. He suddenly can’t remember how it end, and he knows he’s never going to find out. But there are worse songs to die to, and worse people to dance with. And if he shuts his eyes, he can almost pretend it’s just him and Richie, swaying together in that bedroom while the party raged on below them, tuning out the white noise and clinging to each other like lifelines until the record skips—

[moonaft]

Ashes of Honor - Reread

Rosemary and Rue

A Local Habitation

An Artificial Night

Late Eclipses

One Salt Sea

Aka “Let’s get the foreshadowing ball rolling” 

As usual, spoilers up to The Brightest Fell and August 2018 for the Patreon stories. No spoilers for Night and Silence, because my copy from the library is still not in. 

We start with Toby tracking down goblin fruit dealers and proceed right into her getting shot multiple times. Good thing she has an accelerated healing factor now - that probably would have killed her in Rosemary and Rue, even if the bullets weren’t iron. 

I am surprised that not one alchemist has developed a cure or semi-cure for goblin fruit, aside from Toby’s blood candies. Maybe Arden can get Walther on that in the future. 

Hello Officer Thornton, your life is about to get very interesting in a very bad way.  

So Tybalt had to go get Toby because May was in a staring contest with Etienne the entire time? Could he have not been left alone in the house? Or maybe May wanted Tybalt to get Toby because she ships them. 

I don’t think Tybalt knows about Quentin’s parents, his comments notwithstanding. 

Toby, you didn’t make him an accessory to a jailbreak, he did that all on his own. Although it did encourage his parents to have you as his knight, no doubt. 

Props to Bridget and Chelsea for keeping Chelsea’s fae nature under wraps for years. 

Why is literally no one able to hold a straight conversation in this universe? So many problems could have been avoided if people just talked to each other. 

Do changelings who have two changeling/pureblood parents have to take the Choice? I guess not, since Stacy’s kids always knew about Faerie. 

Gillian is older than Chelsea, that has to be screwy for Toby. 

Etienne has cedar and limes - it must have twisted enough to be sycamore for Chelsea. If she had been raised with Etienne, would it have just been cedar? 

I wonder if dawn hits Toby harder than other fae. Why would you stay in the mortal world for years if you stop breathing every morning?

Again, what was Sylvester doing when he was a hero? It’s not like he was off killing Firstborn. 

So the Firstborn working together can create worlds. Are there not enough Firstborn left anymore? Or can they not create homelands out of the Summerlands? 

Oh, this is the book when we learn the Luidaeg’s apartment is actually spotless. I’d forgotten when exactly that was. 

Oooo - if Amandine had to close the holes August’s changeling Tuatha created, she was extremely close to bringing her home. And we never found out the boy’s name either. 

OK, the timeline doesn’t make sense. The Luidaeg didn’t know where August ended up, or she would have told Simon when he came begging for her help. So she didn’t know that August found the changeling in Blind Michael’s land and went to Annwn, even though August came for the candle just before the changeling starting tearing holes in reality. Maybe no one noticed that August was gone yet? What’s a couple weeks for a pureblood? 

OK, TBF says the Luidaeg knew that August went for the changeling, but she couldn’t have known where in Faerie or the mortal world she went. 

That poor kid. He died as a result of all that, whether from the fae or from the teleporting, and August was left stranded in Annwn. 

“Aunt Titania” - I really want to know what the Three + all the Firstborn were like thousands of years ago. It couldn’t have just been Eira and the Luidaeg going at it. 

The “Heart of Faerie” - that hasn’t come up again. Yet. 

So the Tuatha had two Firstborn - Amorica and Elton. Here’s the main question I keep coming back to - who helped father/mother the descendant races? 

There is nothing to suggest that the Firstborn reproduce asexually or by themselves. The Luidaeg more-or-less confirmed in TBF that August would have been part Daoine Sidhe - part of Titania’s line - if Amandine and August herself hadn’t pulled that part from her blood. So it’s not like being a child of a Firstborn automatically makes you a pureblood of that race. So August is - as far as blood is concerned - not actually of Simon’s line because they don’t share a bloodline. Apparently that doesn’t affect genetics or magic since she still has his magic scent and the Torquill coloring. 

But Amadine is only Firstborn who can shift the blood without a hope chest. What about everyone else? 

Blind Michael and Acacia had several children - Luna and Ceres being Blodynbryd - as well as the Dryads. Apparently Blodynbryd are technically a type of Dryad. The kids must have chosen Acacia who is Titania’s daughter. But what if some of the kids had chosen Michael, who is Maeve’s? Could you have members of the same descendant race who are either Maeve’s or Titania’s? 

And what of Oberon’s lines? Did he choose Amorica and Elton, or did they choose him over their mother? Was their mother someone completely different, like Amandine’s mother or the Merrow Firstborn’s sire? 

If the Three created Faerie, then they predate those lands. Who were they before they were fae? What about these other fae-like beings? Who are they? Where did they go?

How did the Luidaeg give birth to the Roane and Eira to the Daoine Sidhe? How many children did everyone have? Theoritically, we could trace Daoine Sidhe like racing horse lines. Are Sylvester and Aethlin’s parents siblings? Cousins? Who knows!

I would love to see Bridget smack one of the asshole fae with the cast iron pan. Maybe in the finale? 

I love that Quentin loves Great Big Sea. I wonder if he likes Stan Rogers too? Could the “song about boats” be The Mary Ellen Carter?

Oh God, Tybalt. The series could have ended right there, at Toby and Quentin’s death via vehicle collision. 

The Court of Cats really has no luck. Poor Raj.

Don’t worry Quentin, you’ll get your not-boyfriend back. I definitely shipped them before I read Full of Briers. 

Sylvester seems at least competent at illusions, even if he’s got nothing on Simon’s blood magic. 

“A man and his boat” sounds more like Man With Blue Dolphin. Or Old Polina? A Boat Like Gideon Brown? 

Hi Li Qin! This is the first indication that you actually exist. 

So she doesn’t get a title by virtue of marrying January? That would explain why Amandine isn’t actually a Countess. 

Li Qin: Abusing fae hospitality for fun and profit. 

Stop cradle robbing, Treasa. 

Technically, Toby is the daughter of a noble. Does she get to inherit Simon’s status eventually?

Toby, why are you not the least bit curious about who Riordan is talking to about you? 

I appreciate Riordan’s ability to set traps for everyone. She really came off the winner in this book, even if it did strand her in Annwn. 

I need to reread Patrick’s side stories - I think Riordan’s coat of arms changed in the last 100 years. 

It is so useful to have allies that can bend space and time.

And we have a new Firstborn: Arawn of the White Stag. Sounds Welsh. Possibly the Firstborn of the Tylwyth Teg?

Hi Raj!

Don’t worry Toby, Quentin will get to see Annwn soon enough. 

We know nothing about Shade, do we? And what do you mean, Kings and Queens don’t live together? Tybalt and Colleen did back in London. Everything you know about the Court of Cats is wrong, Toby. 

Poor Anne. Poor Tybalt, his lovers always die. 

You’re blaming your unborn daughter for the death of your wife, Tybalt? Low blow. 

Can human mothers carry a litter of Cait Sidhe to term? I assume Cait Sidhe as cats can birth a litter but what if they shapeshifted back to human? Do the babies also shift? 

Hi Chelsea!

Raj, you are a horrible assassin. But hey, Toby gets another ally to help search for Chelsea. And this time he’s not trapped in a deeper realm.

Quentin continues to be a good squire. 

Whoops, wrong target, May.

How do skinshifters who aren’t Selkies manage? Does each Raven-person get their own cloak of feathers?

Poor Jazz, this isn’t the last time she’ll be attacked by strange men in her own house. 

Not like May could pass for Quentin’s mother either, Toby. Though it’s not like Officer Thornton knows what May looks like. 

And more of Tybalt’s past!  

Yes Toby, I’m actually sure the High King and Queen are proud their son is a cat burglar. It’s a good skill to have.

Why didn’t Riordan kill Toby when she had the chance? It’s not like Toby’s useful to her. 

And Toby scents August, who must have used one of Chelsea’s portals to escape back to the mortal world. 

Can Tuatha seriously not teleport if they can’t see where they’re going? It seems mighty inconvenient.

Have Tybalt and Etienne ever worked together in such proximity? I don’t think so. 

Hi Officer Thornton. Hi Samson. You are still somewhat less of an asshole than Dugan but not by much. 

How exactly can Riordan use a blood charm to grant Samson access to the Shadow Roads? 

Oh God, I think Toby’s acting like Simon. Beaming and walking in circles around Riordan. This is almost like how he got Dianda and Patrick together. 

Quentin, you really need to learn combat magic. 

Chelsea’s teleportation magic is apparently enough to get Samson into the Shadow Roads. 

“and there’s nothing I can do to make her less stupid” Oh Jin. 

Toby’s near-death count this book is three, I think. 

Hi Sylvester! 

HI Bridget! You get the best of both worlds. Toby, Quentin nearly did the same for Katie, you don’t need to act so surprised. I guess it’s one of those things people don’t talk about. 

Did Samson actually die in Annwn or is he just stranded there? He was still breathing after Etienne hit him with iron. 

Happy ending, minus all the disembowelment and dying. 

Next up: Chimes at Midnight. Is that the one with Arden? I don’t remember the false Queen in The Winter Long but I can’t remember if we meet Arden before or after that. 

[megmyagabby-blog]

12:45

There was only one word to describe Eddie’s week.

Midterms.

Once Eddie found out he was accepted into his dream school he was overjoyed! The weeks spent planning, getting supplies, and just daydreaming had led up to this moment. He was sitting in his bunk surrounded by notes and books. His roommate, a guy named Bill he met a few months ago, was sitting on his desk trying to study his notes. They hadn’t talked in about three hours, only small ruffles of papers, well and the occasional curse word.

Eddie picked up his chemistry book, looking through the pages. He sighed and set it down on his pillow. The clock read 12:20, Bill's eyes were closing when he finally spoke up.

“We need to go do something.” Eddie said getting off of his bed. Bill looked up at him and without saying a word pulled on his shoes.

“I know a good coffee shop,” Bill said opening the door, “there’s this really cute guy that works there, I think he’s into me.” Eddie followed Bill to his stupid silver car, Eddie tried to ignore how disgusting it was. They drove him silence, it was normal for them, the only thing making noise was the car. Bill drove down a street he’d never been down before, and pulled into the parking lot for a small coffee shop. They got out and quickly ran inside, noticing a few druggies sitting near the car. He looked at the huge glowing sign ‘Just Coffee.’ The first thing Eddie noticed when he walked in was the loud employee yelling at a costumer.

“We don’t sell fucking food here! Read the huge glowing sign!” The man yelled, he pushed his glasses up and ran a hand through his raven curls. The woman who was obviously enraged screamed at the top of her lungs, “I want to see the manager!” He sighed and called a guy over, ‘Stan’ he slammed his fists down on the counter and glared at the woman. Bill and Eddie looked at each other wide eyed. They took a seat by the door, too terrified to order at the moment. Eddie looked at the clock, 12:45, he made eye contact with the man. He looked away quickly, pretending to look at his phone. Bill got up and ordered, once it was done he came back and sat down. He looked at the sharpie on the cup it read, ‘Big Bill’ He shook his head at the nickname.

“How many times have you been here?” Eddie asked pointing to the cup. Bill only shrugged and pulled out his phone. Eddie looked up at the counter, the man was standing there smiling at him. He got up and walked over, trying to fight against the urge to grab his inhaler. He got to the counter, he looked at the man’s name tag.

Trashmouth.The man noticed he was staring and sighed.

“What can I get you?” He asked looking Eddie up and down.

“Do you have tea here?” Eddie asked sheepishly, his hand gripping his inhaler in his pocket.

“We sure do.” Trashmouth (Eddie didn’t know what else to call him) said.

“Then why does your sign say ‘Just Coffee’.” Eddie asked crossing his arms, he shouldn’t have said that.

“Because, now are you going to order or just stand there and look pretty?” Trashmouth asked folding his arms.

“Chai tea, please.” Eddie said blushing madly, finally giving in to the need for his inhaler, breathing in deeply.

“Who should I make it out to?” He asked leaning on the counter, grabbing a cup and a pen.

“Eddie, please.” Eddie said watching him scribble something down before the manager (his name tag read Stan the man, but who knew what his real name was) took the cup from his hands. He went and quickly sat back down, Bill had a small smile on his face.

“He’s cute right?” Bill smirked staring him down.

“The one with the glasses? Sure, but his personality sickens me.” Eddie said standing up. Bill looked confused, only for a second though.

“No, I was talking about Stanley. Ya know the one with the curly hair?” He said pointing to the guy who was currently making my tea.

“Oh…”

“So you like Richie?” Bill whispered leaning toward him, Eddie blushed looking down at his feet.

“I said he was cute, that does not mean I like him. I might like his face and body, but the rest isn’t working for me.” Eddie crossed his arms walking up to the counter. Richie handed him his warm tea, he reached in his pocket for three dollars. Except there wasn't any money. Eddie sighed, great just great, he didn’t want to look into those chocolate brown eyes.

“It’s on the house,” Richie said noticing that Eddie couldn’t pay.

“Tomorrow I’ll come back and pay you, I swear.” Eddie rambled trying to make up a good excuse along the way. Richie just smiled, Eddie looked down at his cup in shame. Then he saw what he had wrote.

Eds.

“My name is Eddie, it’s not Eds.” Eddie said looking up at Richie who had a smirk plastered on his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Eddie spaghetti.” Richie said as Eddie turned and quickly walked out of the shop. Bill was quick to follow, they made it back to their car unharmed, thank god. The ride to back to their dorm seemed a lot shorter than he remembered. Maybe his mind kept getting lost, lost in thought about Richie. How dare he make him think that way, calling him pretty, he didn’t even know him. He was going to go back and tell him what’s what. He was so lost in thought, that the thought of studying was far away. He put all his notes back in his folders and put his books away. He set his cup down on his bedside table, and let sleep take him away. The next morning before any of his classes he took Bill car and drove down to the shop. It was actually pretty popular, he walked in and noticed Richie wasn’t working. Instead managing the counter was a girl with short  strawberry blonde hair. Her name tag said ‘Queen B’ but Eddie didn’t think that was his real name. Stanley was just leaving, he stopped him.

“What do you want?” Stanley asked staring him down.

“Where’s Richie?” The words came out fast and barely understandable. Stanley just smiled.

“He works at night, if you want to see him come back from eight to four.” He said moving past him. He sighed realizing how hard he had fallen for an guy he just met. He sighed getting out of the crowded shop. He sped back to campus to get to his class. Hopefully Bill wouldn’t mind if he took another midnight run, but he had to see him again.

So that night at 12:20 he got Bill out of bed and into his car. Bill was still half asleep when they pulled into a parking spot.

“Stay here.” Eddie said, making sure the three dollars were in his pocket. Bill nodded, his eyes were slowly closing. Eddie got out and walked into the shop. Richie was standing at the counter. He grinned at him, Eddie blushed slowly walking to the counter.

“Hey Eds,” Richie said leaning on the counter.

“Don’t call me Eds,”

“You’re in my shop, I’ll call you whatever I want.”

“This isn’t your shop.”

“Are we just gonna argue, or are you gonna give me your number, what’s gonna happen?” Richie smirked standing up straight.

“I’m here to give you the three dollars I owe you, asshole.” He put the money on the table. Richie picked it up putting the money in the cash register. Eddie sighed, he pulled out three more dollars. “Ok, a chai tea please.” he mumbled, Richie only smiled.

“Coming right up.” He smiled, Eddie crossed his arms. Richie picked a cup scribbling down something. Instead of handing it off to Stan, he actually made the drink. It was like there was something important about it. He waitd by the counter, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. It felt like he was standing there forever. Then Richie turned back to look at him and handed him the cup. He looked at it, blushing madly. Scribbled in the messiest handwriting he had ever seen was, ‘209-174-6913?’ Eddie looked up at him swallowing the lump in his throat.

“So how bout it, Eds?” Richie asked smiling nervously.

“I’ll call you when I’m done with my classes.” He ran out of the coffee shop as fast as he could.

The next day after Eddie’s last class he picked up his phone with a shaky hand, and dialed the number.

“Hello?” Richie asked from the other side of the phone.

“So how ‘bout that date trashmouth?”

(Yo I had so much fun writing this I hope you guys liked it!)

Tags: @chaosintheory @im-not-psychotic

[keepingup-withthetargaryens]

S7, E5: Eastwatch

More like Bae-fucking-watch. Am I right?

So Jaime is alive and not really very well, but thanks to Bronn, still breathing. I like that he still has the energy to insult Bronn for possibly killing him when, he was literally launching himself at a dragon. I’m really curious as to HOW Jaime and Bronn are somehow magically DOWN RIVER of all of the chaos, and unsure as to how that river is THAT DEEP. Westerosi magic.

Meanwhile, Dany is addressing everyone with Drogon looming over them. She tells them to bend the knee or die, and honestly doesn’t show herself to be much different than Cersei when she just verbalized that she is. But, then again, Cersei didn’t give the people in the Sept of Baelor a choice, did she? Details, details.

Tyrion tries to tell her to give them the option of a cell, and she doesn’t like the idea of slavery - she just freed a ton of people in Essos from that bond, and frankly, we don’t have time for that this season. We have bigger fish to fry. Like Dickon and Randyll Tarly, apparently.

Honestly, this was dumb. Fry Randyll, fine. But Dickon? I don’t like the dude, but I think he could have served more of a purpose if he wasn’t crispy. I really didn’t think she would kill both of them. But - luckily for us, we know that Sam is still alive and just inherited everything that House Tarly was, which he can now do since he’s no longer becoming a Maester - if he survives the war for the dawn. RIP Dicksa fandom (which I just learned about last night and now I feel like it’s ironic that it’s 100% put to rest).

The whole burning people alive thing is 100% a nod to her father, the Mad King, whom everyone compares her to, and she just took one step closer. But I don’t think she’ll remain on that path... D&D just like drama. And I don’t think she particularly enjoyed doing it, by the way she said Dracarys. It was merely a tool to sacrifice two to get the rest of the men on board.

Meanwhile, back in incest-ville, Jaime is SHOOK. Cersei’s like “it’ll be fine” and he’s like, “really? really? let me tell you how it all went down” and she still doesn’t really back down. To be continued.

Back on Dragonstone, Dany and Drogon have landed.

And Jon is conveniently waiting for them on a cliff like ye olde war wives.

Literally my face while watching this scene.

Idk about you, but if I saw a dragon land in front of me and show me its teeth, the first thing I’d do is be polite and take off my glove before touching it. Jon knows his manners.

How expensive was this? Very. But honestly as someone who has been WAITING for Jon to interact with a dragon for 10+ years, this was highly satisfying. Essentially the significance here is that while Dany can semi-control and interact with her dragons, they aren’t keen on letting anyone else do it. They didn’t even let Tyrion all that close to them, although they didn’t kill him either (and that’s an entire other can of worms with the Tyrion as a secret Targaryen theory and I’m not going into that right now) and Jon doesn’t even have any food for him, but Drogon seems perfectly content to let Jon touch him. Typically, only dragon riders, Targaryens, and people who had been around dragons for a LONG time could get this close to them in the books. So - take this with GREAT significance, and more to come once the episode moves along. Needless to say, Dany is also VERY interested in the fact that Drogon lets Jon do this.

Also, if you watch when she’s telling him that no matter how scary they are, they’re still her children, he’s literally heart-eyes-motherfucker staring straight at her before he catches himself and says “you weren’t gone long”.

Dany asks him about what Davos meant when he said Jon took a knife in his heart for his people, and he tells her that Davos often gets carried away - but he doesn’t get the chance to tell her because...

Guess who’s back with a brand new track?

J-J-J-Jorah the explorer! A.K.A. Ser Friendzone.

When she hugged him, all I could think about was that letter that he wrote her when he thought he was going to have to fall on his sword or be taken by greyscale and it was literally the sappiest love letter - and I know sappy love letters because I teach middle school (I know).

That is a HUG and Jon isn’t too excited about it, but Jon isn’t really excited about anything, ever.

The irony here is that Jon carries Jorah’s family sword, and Jon’s best friend rid Jorah of greyscale. One big happy family.

This face literally translates to “what are you doing here with my queen you broody hot asshole?” 

That’s so Raven/Raisin Bran gets a vision and tells everyone, via raven. Like, the entire country. Bran is the mobile CNN update of Westeros.

Annoying old dudes are annoying. Listen to Sam, you assholes.

Jon: babe, I gotta go Dany: so soon? You don’t have any men and I didn’t tell you that you could go Jon: I gotta go Jorah: I AM BIGGER AND STRONGER I WILL GO Everyone: *ignores Jorah* Tyrion: Hold on I have a clever plan, let’s show Cersei white walkers are real and then she won’t want to kill us all Everyone: she will always want to kill us all Tyrion: But maybe not right now - delay it a while Everyone: great plan Jorah: Does this mean I get to be an explorer Everyone *ignores Jorah*

So last time anyone tried to bring a Wight down south, they had that hand that was all rotted out by the time it got to King’s Landing. Also this was the point in the show when I realized the particular reddit spoilers I found were real and correct. Ugh. Like, I’m happy to have episode outlines but I’m also not?

Meanwhile, Bronn sets up a secret meeting, and Jaime is NOT HAPPY. 

Meanwhlie, Davos goes to find Gendry. “I thought you might still be rowing” - DAVOS IS ALL OF US since season 3

Here he is looking like a goddamn Christian Bale but better.

And he has a warhammer.

HELLO, reference to Robert, who fought with one, and killed Rhaegar with it.

“This is Gendry” “He’ll do”  OH HE WILL MORE THAN DO.

Cersei is pregnant with another incestuous child. Joy!

Moving on, I am such a stan for this moment because they are both so great. I like how they talk about how their fathers were friends and I’m just like oh but Ned wasn’t your father but go on being adorable together.

Jorah: bye babe Jorah: *sees Jon* Jorah: *marks his territory* Jon: bye, if I die you won’t have to worry about conquering my territory or me bending the knee Dany: but.... don’t..... go... 

Dany: *watches all baes sail away*

Okay. All jokes aside, THIS is one of the most important scenes GoT has ever shown us. To most people, who are NOT book readers, it was just Gilly talking about some guy who kept a too-detailed journal, and Sam getting fed up with all this shit. 

BUT.

Gilly asks Sam what an annulment is. Sam tells her it’s when a man sets aside his lawful wife and takes another. She says that a prince “Raggar” (Rhaegar) got an annulment and married another in a secret ceremony in Dorne.

HELLO.

OH my god I’m mentally screaming.

Rhaegar Targaryen. Dany’s brother. Jon’s father. He was married to Elia Martell of Dorne (Oberyn’s sister). She had two sons with him, but he knew that “the dragon has three heads” and he believed his children would fulfill an ancient prophecy. She couldn’t have any more children since she almost died having their second, and he got an annulment. From Elia. He MARRIED LYANNA STARK IN A SECRET CEREMONY IN DORNE. 

1) This shuts down the polygamist theories that have been floating around for years

2) If Jon’s parents were officially MARRIED at the time of his birth, he is NOT a bastard at all, but a legitimate Targaryen and the rightful heir to the throne of the seven kingdoms, as Rhaegar was crown prince, and it’s passed down through the male line. 

Like... WHAT. I. HAVE. BEEN. WAITING. YEARS. FOR. THIS. AND. YOU. CASUALLY. DROP. IT. IN. MY. FACE.

Rhaegar and Lyanna are literally my favorite thing about Game of Thrones. If we don’t get a flashback of them, I’m going to freak out. Although they supposedly cast this guy named Wilf as Rhaegar and I’m so much more down with Devin Oliver being Rhaegar but... oh well. I love the people of the internet for these anyway:

So, anyway, reference that back to Jon being so friendly with Drogon - bam. Targaryen blood. Blood of the dragon. Love it, this is amazing, I am living. Go, Targaryen baby, go.

Okay, another thing that needs explaining. Littlefinger is 100% trying to turn Arya and Sansa against each other. What we have to remember is that they DID NOT get along as children, and they haven’t seen each other in years. Yes, they are family, but their bond is not all that great. Arya is already mad at Sansa for not sticking up for Jon when the lords were talking shit about him.

So, remember how they said that Maeser Luwin kept copies of every Raven scroll that was sent to Winterfell? This is the copy of the scroll that Cersei forced Sansa to write back in Season 1, when they told her that her father was a traitor, and that she needed to write to Robb and tell him to swear fealty to Joffrey since Robert had died. If you remember, Cersei painted it so it looked like Ned tried to take the throne from Joffrey, when really, he was trying to figure out why his friend died so mysteriously.

Sansa did what she was told by Cersei, because at that time she was naive and still thought there was a chance she could be queen - and Ned hadn’t been executed yet so things didn’t seem as dire to her as they really were. 

Littlefinger knows that if Arya believes Sansa betrayed their family (and lied about what Ned was doing) it will split them apart, and she will become volatile and dangerous to Sansa - meaning Sansa will have to do something about it.

Honestly, I think this is just a piece of dumb drama, but they have been building up to this for a while. In the S7 trailer, Sansa says “the lone wolf dies, and the pack survives”. I still think Littlefinger is the lone wolf and he’s grasping at straws.

And, we end with the A-team going to find a wight to prove to Cersei that they exist. TBH, when I read this in the reddit spoilers, I was like “what a dumb idea!” but here we are. So, good luck, boys.

Until next week.

P.S. - if you have any specific questions that you want me to answer for next week, feel free to put it in my ask - I got quite a few this week that I clarified in here (hopefully).

Thanks for reading!