#i love putting ales in insane situations that could mean life or death it's so fun

[katiekatdragon27]

I miss my infection AU chat I should work on it more.

I don't care for Ales in general, but I do love him in this AU and his scary dog. He's the boyfailure ever.

Doodles and progress below cut:

For a smidgin of context, Ales is trying to flee the glade after everything went to shit. However, since lums are sort of getting cooked, there is limited energy to go around, especially when you heavily rely on them to do anything. So, he switched to electoons, even if they're less efficient.

However, a wrench is thrown into his plan when his whole electoon supply is eaten by a very hungry hoodray.

Ales is not happy about this arrangement at all (he's a horrid pet owner).

Now, instead of smoothly fleeing the Glade, Ales has to take care of a hoodray who basically acts like a super unpredictable stray dog that's super clingy but could easily kill him. But if Ales pets him enough and keeps him well fed, he could have a very powerful ally for the future.

Have a good one pookies :))

[ellovett]

list of people that made this year pretty neat :)

Hi all

Ok so 2020's almost ending (it just ended i started writing this post like....5 days ago??) and i just wanted to do this thing where i have a message towards everyone who supported me/who i think are just very cool and very epic, i only really got into the twst fandom just at the beginning of the year and im just gonna get straight to the point now messages are under the cut :)

@permanentlyexhaustedowl - AYAAAA ;;;;; bro you're literally one of my first long time friends here in the twst community and i just want to thank you for everything, our convos in either public servers or in pms, your love and support for my content,,or whenever i vent to you,,,,,just- your love and support man i appreciate it so much and i cannot thank you enough, you're just so sweet and caring and supportive and friendly just aghhhhhh ;;;;; even your reblogs make me smile uncontrollably and i explode, also all the brainrots i have about my interests ;;; thanks for listening to all of them,,even tho you really didnt have to ;;;;;; I love how we make our twst ocs interact and the little brainrots we have with them ;;; You've helped me so so so much and in so many ways, I am beyond glad that we're bestfriends, you're one of the nicest most caring people ive ever met and i love you so so so much, beyond belief ;; 💕 pls never stop being you?????? You quacking amazing person??????? 😎🤙💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

@shoujoqueensstuff - AYYYY SHOUJOOOO!!! 😎🤙🤙 hhhh you're also one of the first people ive ever had a long time friendship with here in the twst community, and seriously bitch i love you so much ;;; so so much..i cant go a day without talking to you about literally anything and just vibing, the support and love you've given me over these months is insane i cannot thank you enough for that, all of our rps, convos or just pure brainrot have been so much fun, and i fucking love it that we built our own little world outside of canon,,all the aus we built with our ocs???? I love them. I love them all to death, including your amazing ocs, and even tho we live on literally opposite sides of the world you're always there for me whenever i vent or when im feeling extremely down or insecure ;; ,,im just so so so happy and glad that i met you and that we're bestfriends, i care about you so so so so so much- hhhh i cant put it into words my brain is dying i just- i LOVE YOU BIITCH, I AINT NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU, BITCH.😎💖💕💖🤙🤙💕💕💖💕 TAKE MY LOVE BITCH 💕💕💕💕💕 thank you so much for sticking around ;; i love you and support you in everything you do so much I could never ever thank you enough for the friendship you've given me..

I can literally go forever on how much i love and appreciate the both of you, i can just scream into the void for all eternity,,but i cant put it into words anymore. You both made my year so great and so epic ;;; i love you guys so much

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Now the chaddams 😌

@thetwstwildcard - hi ma :D you're just so cool and so epic lizz ;;; i cant- all of our conversations and brainrots have been super fun and i enjoy your company very much;;; you are just so nice and friendly,, and your ocs (especially staff ocs) are god tier amazing, i will love the nrc mom squad to death. I am honored to be ur child and i love you and father claude (and my four (?) other dads you married) very much 💕💕💕

@alpyssketch - bringer of father claude,,,,i owe you my life alpy,,,,,,but no seriously you're also a very epic person and you're honestly so nice and sweet!!! You never fail to make me feel welcome in any conversation and you're just so damn friendly!!! We may not talk that often but I very much enjoy your company ;;; ily!!! 💖💖💖

@multi-ankin - another very cool and epic person!!!! you're very fun to talk to and you're also pretty funny in the vc fjfjfj, your ocs are all so amazing too! (djdjjd although my staff oc bias makes me go for kas) we should totally talk and make our ocs interact more in the future tho!!!!!! 💖💖

@just-patchy - pATCHYYY!!!! :D hi!!!! you're also a very cool person!! our interactions have been so much fun and i hope we can have more in the future ;;; the ideas you have for your ocs and how you put them into writing is so good!!! like really good!!! And your art has been greatly improving too!!! Never ever think that i dont see you as a friend because i do!! 😤😤💖💖 i care about you bro!! Never forget that!!

@bakujho - :D hi jho!! you're a lot of fun! And I THINK YOU ARE SO DAMN COOL AND BADASS it's unbelievable,,i look up to you jho i wish i could be almost as cool as you when i grow up ;;; the things you've done for this fandom are also very admirable! like the whole gravedigging (jellyfish) situation! But we're not gonna talk about it now- hhhhh you're just so epic jho ;;; seriously 💗💗

@Kurui - hhhhh you're probably not gonna see this ;;; and i cant find your tumblr (if any of the other chaddams could possibly show this to her thatd be so great ;;;) but nonetheless i still think you're just so fun and cursed ;;; and you give so many amazing ideas!!! Your ocs are all also so cool too! Your art is just so detailed you clearly put a lot of thought into them i just admire that sm ;; (also your edits are extremely cursed and epic i love them dearly-)

@twst-the-royals - JULIE :))) HELLO,,,you were actually the first ever person i spoke/interacted with in the fandom! And you were just so nice and friendly and patient with me ;;; im glad that i got to talk to you,,and we dont really talk that much now but pls pls PLEASE know that i care about you so much and that i support you in everything you do ;;; 💖💖💗💖 ill do my best to make you proud!!

@girl-in-the-tower - hey Az!!! ;;;; you're so epic and cool,,honestly i admire you so much, the lore/writing you have for your ocs/fanschools are just so well thought out and so well written ;;; i hope to become a better writer like you in the future, but for now ill just take notes and learn from you ;; you're super encouraging and supportive too!!! I know we dont talk much but i could never thank you enough for all those little yet meaningful moments ;;; 💖💖

@rikanoctrix and @mirrored-pomefiore - hi!!! i know we arent that close but just know that you two are huge inspirations for me when it comes to art, the both of you draw your styles so incredibly well and i admire that so so so much ;;; 💖

@ocean-water-tea - FATHER TEAAAAA QAQ okay so first of all,,,,how can you draw so well using ibispaint, i ask for tips, specifically on how to draw hair and tits 🤲 but seriously though you are so fun to talk to!!! So cursed!!! So ☊⊑⏃⍜⏁⟟☊!!! You encourage me to my true cryptid self (despite aya's protests 👀) and i thank you kindly,,,you are also very funny 😌 a funny little clown simp, and you're super friendly and cheerful too! I almost never feel nervous when reaching out to you ;;; I hope we can have more wacky adventures in the future 💖💖

@zonamemoryverse - HEYYY ZONAAA!!! you're a fairly new person and you've already come so far ;;; you're a very chaotic person to talk to and i enjoy all of our conversations!!! Also our interactions with our ocs were super fun too, and i love hearing any shred of content i can get from ur epic ocs,,,dont stop being epic!!! 💖💖

@namelessfish - Hi fish!!! :DD you've been a very supportive friend to me over these past few months,,and im happy i have someone i can relate my not-so-great experiences with ;;; please know that i care about you dearly and that ily ;; 💖💖💖💖

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@wondersbeyondcompare - JFFJJF BRO DONT THINK I DONT SEE YOU WHENEVER YOU REBLOG MY CRINGY ASS POSTS 👁👁 I SEE THEM AND I CHERISH THEM ALL I REREAD THEM ON SAD DAYS. All the little tags and comments you put on them always make me smile so hard ;;; im just very happy to know that you like whatever the hell im doing and it pushes me to do more!! You're incredibly sweet, dont worry!!! Ill be sure to make you proud!!!! 😭💖💖💖

@circuscarnage - Anna!!!! We dont talk that often but whenever we do it's always so much fun ;;; you're so sweet and i appreciate you so much ;; all the stuff you drew for my ocs are all so incredibly cute and i really have to give back- jUST YOU WAIT ANNA. IM GONNA MAKE FANART OF YOUR LOVELY OCS AND YOU CANT STOP ME- 💖💖💖💖

@twistedapple - hi crow!! :DD again we dont really talk that much but i support you greatly in everything you do!!! You're another epic and cool writer ;;; your writings for your ocs are just sooooo well written and are just so good!! You're also super good at art too!! And i hope to see more from you in the future!!! ;;; 💖💖💖💖

@not-twst-enough - Ellie!!!! ;;; bro you've been supporting me from the very start, from lillet's old ass bio to now, and i very much appreciate it!!!! You're also super friendly in the twst server too ;;; and all the content you have for your ocs is just so exciting! Good luck with the fandorm and all future stuff ;;; ily!!!! 💖💖💖

@fumikomiyasaki - FUMI. DONT THINK I DIDNT FORGET YOU DKDKDK,,,Another cool and amazing person!!! All our brainrots and conversations have been really fun ;;;; thank u for that,, You are very fun person to interact ocs with tho!!! Especially with ships!! MadScientist² will forever hold a place in my heart.,,,💖💖💖

@oiseaunoir11 - hey Al!! :) you were one of the many people i admired and looked up to when i first joined the fandom, your art is something im deeply inspired by and your shitposts at like...4 am in the morning always give me the big funny,,one thing i really admire about ur art tho is how you'd draw backgrounds :0 you've gotten so good at them!! And your poses look super natural and effortless, i hope to be almost of a better artist like you 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♂️ also i cant wait to see ur animatics 👀 they look dope- hope we can talk or maybe even interact ocs more! 💖💖

@leonasbitties - luuuu :))) hiiii,,,we dont usually talk on servers that often but that doesnt mean that i dont consider you as a friend! You have a lot of super cool ideas for ocs and your art is just getting better and better and better with each piece!!!! i look forward to seeing more from you ;;; 💖💖💖

@peteza-mozzarella - PETEEE :DDD another very cool and friendly person, you're literally the sweetest person ive ever talked to and i love our little chats!!! Hhhh you're just super nice and your ocs are super cute,,please never stop being you you epic bean ;;;; 💖💖💖💖

@the27th - Hi Andhra!!!!! You've been quite the long time mutual,,and your reblogs always make my day ;;; you're just so sweet and kind and i always feel at ease when talking to you, the hunger games sessions you host are always super fun even though im often asleep to even participate 😂 thank you sm for the love and support ;;; ill be sure to give them all back to you 💖💖 starting now 💗💗💗💗💗

@mamushroomoracorn - MAMUSH :DD we've only really started talking recently but you're just so nice and friendly ;;;; all of our talks have been so wholesome and great and im so happy about that, and your art is really really really good!! Ur art style is just so unique and so cool!!! ;;;; and dw mamush,, ill show the froggies like i promised soon 😔💖💖💖

@rookvonhunt - HEYYYY 👉😎👉 hi hello i would die for your ocs. If theyd ask me to perish then i will 200%,,ur so epic and cool and all of your ocs are just god-tier, i cant wait for what else you have to offer!!!! 💖💖

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@lawlessofdusk - lawless ;;;; aaaaa honestly you're just so kind and sweet, i couldnt thank you enough for all the love and support you've given me!!! And i desperately need more content of ur ocs bc they're all so cool and interesting 😤😤���💖💖💖 i hope to talk to you more soon!!!!

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Fkfjfjfj i think that's all!! Id like to thank you all for sticking around with me with my first year in the fandom ;;; you guys make all the bullshit and drama here worth it 💖💖💖

If i forgot to include you in here then PLEASE DM ME I AM SO SORRY-!!!! I dont want to leave anyone behind!!! So please feel free to confront me about it ;;; happy new year everyone!!!!

[queenxxxsupreme]

Angsty idea I thought of? Lambert/reader- they get into a big fight, shit has been building up and they both just snap... it gets so big and both of them say pretty crappy stuff. Reader cries which they never do? Lambert doesn't know how to deal with fear properly? he is scared that he'll lose reader from this fight? making him even meaner? Reader kicks Lambert out? Some people find out they (reader) is with Lambert? And they kidnap them? And Lambert finds out and GOES apeshit? What happens?? 🦎

A/N: 🦎anon you’re amazing and these little prompt things are amazing<3

Warnings: arguing, domestic arguing, Lambert being an asshole, reader being an asshole, graphic death, angst

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“Lambert, all I am asking is that you just meet my parents-,”

“I already said no, Y/N. Fucking hell, leave me alone about it.” 

The witcher sat across from you at the kitchen table in your home. He was polishing his swords, trying his best to ignore you while you did your damnedest to talk him into meeting your parents. 

You rubbed your brow, propping your arm up against the table to rest your head in your hand. 

“Lambert-,”

He sighed heavily, cutting you off, sending you a brief glare. 

“We’ve been together for four years. You need to meet my family.”

Sure in those four years he had come and gone as he pleased. His guild made it hard for him to stay in one place, but he made it one of his priorities to see you at least every few months. He missed you and feared that you’d forget about him if he stayed away for too long. 

“The hell I do.” He mumbled. “There’s no point in doing that, Y/N.”

“Why? Why do you think there’s no point in you meeting my family?” You looked across the table at him. Anger and frustration bubbled in your veins. The stubborn bastard liked to put up a fight with everything you asked of him. 

Lambert knew what he had to do. He had to push you away just enough to get you to stop asking him to meet your parents. He had to keep you at a distance in order to keep you. His mind told him that the second he became too close to you, you’d decide to run from him, leaving the witcher stranded and heartbroken. 

“‘Cause there ain’t no point if I don’t see myself being here forever.” His eyes flickered up to meet your gaze.

Your lips parted and your chest tightened. 

“Where-Where is this coming from?” You whispered, brows drawing together. 

“Bug, don’t get like that.” Lambert shook his head, dropping his gaze back to the sword in his lap so he didn’t have to witness your teary eyes. Crying was something you didn’t care to do, something you did your best to stay away from. In the years he’d known you, you only cried two times, those both being when Lambert nearly died in a hunt. 

“Don’t get like what, Lambert?” Your teeth were locked together so tightly that your jaw hurt. “Don’t be upset because the man I’ve given the last four years of my life to doesn’t think of me anymore than a whore with a home she’s opened up for you?”

He rolled his eyes and sighed yet again. 

“Bug, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what the hell did you mean, Lambert?”

“I don’t have to do this.” He shook his head, standing to his feet. 

Your heart was pounding furiously in your chest, your throat dry and your eyes welled with tears as you watched the witcher you love sheath his swords and throw them across his back. 

“You’re just-You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I am.” He didn’t care to glance in your direction, to see the look on your face that matched your trembling voice. 

“Good.” You stood up, your knuckles pressed against the wood of the table. “Fucking coward is what you are, Lambert! You run from anything that might resemble commitment!”

“Keep saying shit you know nothing about, Y/N.” He moved across the room to go to the bedroom where his bag was. 

“I know enough to know a fucking coward when I see one!”

“You’re just a bitch.” He shook his head, gathering his belongings roughly. “Who the hell wants a fucking witcher to meet their parents? Huh?” 

He looked up at you. You stood in the doorway of your room, chewing nervously on your bottom lip as you watched him prepare to leave. 

“Someone stupid enough to think a witcher is worth her time.” You whispered. 

He held your gaze for a few moments, not believing he just heard what you said. 

“I knew it. I knew you were just like everyone fucking else.”

“I’ve given you a home for the last four years, Lambert! I’m not asking you to kill yourself for me! I’m asking that you meet my parents! They think I’m insane for being with you but I wanted to prove them wrong!” 

You stepped aside so that he could exit the room. He made sure not to brush up against you or even touch you. 

“I wanted to show them the man I love-,”

“Show me off like some gods damned prize, huh? The witcher you tried to domesticate like some feral dog!”

“Lambert-,”

“That’s all I am to you, right?” He turned just before reaching the front door to face you. “Some fucking lost dog you found and decided to take home?”

You said nothing to him, your lips pressed together in a tight line. 

“I’m not the kinda guy you take to meet your parents, sweetheart.” 

The pet name was cold and made your stomach twist into knots. There was no endearment behind it, not warmth that left your skin tingling. 

“I’m definitely not the guy you fall in love with either.”

“I used to think otherwise.” You said, crossing your arms tightly around yourself. 

He paused for a moment, fiery yellow eyes locking with yours. 

“Then I guess that was your fault, wasn’t it?” His words were cold and emotionless. He’d detached from the situation the second you started raising your voice. 

“I-I just asked a simple thing of you, Lambert. You don’t have to get so shitty about it.”

“I’m the one being shitty when you’re over there trying to make things happen that could never be. Y/N, I’m just being realistic here. There’s nothing good that could come out of me meeting your parents.”

“You aren’t being realistic. You’re trying to get out of a situation where you feel that you’d be trapped-,”

“Yeah, cause I feel like I’m trapped when I’m around you!” He cut you off, shaking his head. “I fucking feel like I can’t breathe when I’m around you, Y/N! I can’t think straight! I can’t–Shit! You make me forget everything! Forget my training, forget what I am!” 

“That’s what being in love feels like.”

He shook his head, running his hand over his face.

“Then I don’t want it.”

Something in your chest burned. 

“You don’t mean that.” 

“You’d be stupid as shit not to believe me.”

“Are you ending this? Ending what we’ve built?”

“Don’t get all sentimental, bug. It’s really not your forte.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. 

“Fuck you, Lambert. You’re a fucking dick.”

“You’ve known that since we met, Y/N! Don’t be so surprised now.”

You turned your back to him, your voice catching in your throat. 

“You know me meeting your parents is a shitty idea. Why would you keep pressing me about it?”

“Because they know I’ve been courting a witcher!” You spun around to face him, jabbing your index finger against your chest. “They don’t believe that you are capable of love but I wanted to prove them wrong.”

“They’re right, ya know.”

“I don’t believe that.” You stubbornly shook your head. 

“Then you’re a whole lot more stupid than I thought.”

“Get the hell out of my home, Lambert.” You demanded, though your voice had weakened and any evidence of anger had fizzled out into an ache in your chest. 

“Gladly.” He pulled the door open and slammed it shut behind himself. 

You put your hand over your mouth to choke back a sob. You couldn’t wrap your head around what just happened. 

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Lambert wasn’t too sure where he was going to go but he knew he couldn’t go back to you even though that’s all he wanted to do. He wanted to apologize for being such a bastard and for making you cry and saying all that he did. 

It had been a few hours since he left your home. He went into town to the tavern, wanting to give you time to cool off before he slipped back into your bed. If he was lucky, you wouldn’t ask to discuss what happened, to talk things through. When you argued, that’s always what you did. You told him that talking would heal the wounds caused by your arguments. However, the both of you had never had such an explosive and toxic argument. He had never become so cold and cruel that you cried because of him. 

Lambert silently wondered if you thought that the wounds from this could be healed.

After another hour and a half of wallowing in his thoughts at the tavern with an ale in his hand, he decided he needed to suck it up and go back to you.

He walked all the way back to your house, holding the reins to his horse as he guided the stallion through the rain. 

After putting his horse in the stables with your other animals, he went to the cottage. There was no light coming from anywhere in the house. Hesitantly, he pushed the front door open. He hated how it didn’t have a lock but locks were expensive. Unbeknownst to you, he’d been saving up to have on put on the door to your home so that he felt a little more comfort in your safety while he was gone. 

“Bug?” He called, closing the door behind himself. “Hey, bug? It’s…. It’s me.”

He put his satchel and his swords down by the door in case you weren’t ready to welcome him back into your home. 

There was no response to his calling, no shuffling coming from your bedroom that would let him know you had heard him. 

“Y/N?” His boots were heavy but quiet as he made his way down the hall. He could almost hear your voice scolding him for wearing those dirty boots in the house. 

Worry began to set in when he didn’t hear your heart beating. Even if you were sleeping, he’d still hear you. 

“Y/N? Come on, this isn’t funny.” Lambert pushed the door to your room open and looked around. Your bed was empty. The fur blankets and quilts that kept you warm in the winter were thrown on to the floor. It appeared as though someone had ripped the blankets off of you while you slept. 

The worry that had been storming his gut instantly turned to concern and fear. 

Who had gotten to you while he was absent from your home to protect you? Where were you? Were you hurt? Were you even still alive? 

Lambert pushed every swarming and invading thought away. He needed to focus on finding you and the only way to do that was to track you like he would one of the monsters he killed. 

He moved across the room, yellow eyes carefully inspecting every single inch of the room. On the linens on the edge of your bed, there were a few red spots of blood. It wasn’t yours from the scent. He could smell something dirty and musky, like a pig that did nothing but roll around in mud. But the pig scent wasn’t the only scent that didn’t belong in the room. There were three other similar stenches, ones that made Lambert’s sensitive nose burn. 

“Four.” He thought out loud. That was how many came into your home to attack you. That’s how many pulled you so violently away from your bed. That’s how many he would kill. 

He followed the four stenches. Your soft and sweet smell was difficult to pull out from the other odors so he had to follow the four assailants.

He stepped out of the hallway and into the main room. Now that he was paying attention, he was able to see that someone had been rummaging through the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen. Doors were left open and some things were pulled out and thrown to the floor. 

Lambert moved towards the front door, his eyes gazing down at the dirt path that went from your house to the main road. The path was muddy now thanks to the steady rain, which had also washed away any scent of those bastards. 

Luckily, there were boot prints in the mud. They only lasted a short time before they stepped off of the path and cut through the grass. Whoever it was had made their way around the back of your house. 

Once he was at the back corner of your quaint home, the tracks disappeared. Lambert ran a hand over his face, fighting the urge to go into town and start fighting everyone until he found the answers he wanted. He didn’t need to have a mob to deal with on top of your disappearance. 

His mind was going a million miles a second, and yet he couldn’t settle on one thought. He couldn’t make his mind work. His thoughts were too clouded by the thought of what those assailants could’ve been doing to you while he was having drinks at the tavern. 

Finally, Lambert pulled himself together. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, using his witcher senses to listen for things that were masked by the steady rain.

One of the horses in the barn was snorting, digging their hoof into the dirt. In the woods behind your home was a creek. A fawn was knelt down at the edge of the creek. 

“You bitch!” A voice echoed through the woods, loud enough to not be silenced by the rain. 

“Get your hands off of me!” Your voice made the witcher’s heart beat faster. You were distressed, in danger. 

Lambert opened his eyes and turned in the direction the noise came from. He locked his jaw, fingers curling into tight fists as the familiar burn of anger seared through his veins. 

He went into the cottage to retrieve his steel sword before venturing out into the dark. 

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You could see nothing, your eyes covered with a blindfold. Your hands were bound behind your wrists. You rested on your knees, chest rising and falling heavily with every trembling breath you took. Your cheek stung from the hit you received for lashing out and trying to escape. You only succeeded in headbutting one of the men before you were pushed down onto your knees and smacked. 

“She’s pretty, ain’t she?” A voice spoke, hoarse and raspy.

“She fucks with a witcher, Anton.”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun with her.”

“We didn’t take her to fuck around with her. We took her to get back at that witcher.” A third voice spoke. 

You had heard them talk on and off about Lambert. 

“If-If that is your-your intentions, then harming me will do nothing.” You hiccuped, shaking your head. “He doesn’t-I’m nothing-nothing to him.”

“You can’t fool us, lass.” One of them knelt down in front of you. You could feel his presence, massive and reeking of poor hygiene. A rough hand grabbed your chin and turned your head how he pleased. “Saw him with you in town the other day at the market.”

“He’s left.” You said, tears wetting the blindfold. “He-He left me. He isn’t coming back.”

You were trembling with fear, sobbing at the thought of Lambert not coming back. If he didn’t, then who knew what these men would do with you. You, however, knew the witcher wasn’t going to come back. You’d pissed him off well enough to make him leave. 

“Then I suppose we don’t have to worry about the bastard mutant showing up to save his little damsel in distress.”

You fell silent, hanging your head as you tried to get a hold of yourself. Deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth, just like what you taught Lambert for whenever he was angry and needed to take control of himself. 

Deep breath in. Soft breath out. Deep breath in. Soft breath out. Deep breath in.

The revolting sound of a blade slicing through something made you jolt. 

The men began to panic, hurrying around in search of weapons. There was a shrill cry, the sound of someone being stabbed, and then a body hit the ground. 

A hand took hold of your hair in angry fistfuls, a cold balde pressed to your throat. 

“Step any closer, mutant, and I’ll slice her neck clear open.” 

“La-Lambert?” You whispered, your voice trembling. Mutant. It must be a witcher. Your witcher. 

“Right here, bug.” His voice was calm and quiet but you could hear him just fine. 

“What you’re gonna do is put that sword down and get down on your knees.” The man holding you hostage said. 

Any other day, Lambert would refuse and take his chance fighting the bastard. But this bastard had a knife to your throat and one wrong move could result in your death. Lambert wasn’t willing to chance that. 

He tossed his weapon to the ground and got down on his knees. 

“Lambert-,”

“Shh, bug.” He cut you off, keeping his voice calm and even. He didn’t want to scare you anymore than you already were. He could see you shaking from where he was a few yards away and he could hear your heart frantically beating. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

The man let you go with a rough shove. He moved carefully around what had once been a fire in the middle of their makeshift camp they’d set up just behind your house. 

Lambert’s eyes stayed on you. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and tell you how sorry he was for being such a dick. He wanted to wipe those tears as rare as a golden dragon from your flushed cheeks and kiss your temple.

The man walked behind Lambert, foolishly thinking he’d successfully slaughter the witcher. However, Lambert had a plan. The second the man was within grabbing distance, Lambert moved like lightning, grabbing the man’s arm and jerking him down to the ground right in front of him. One arm secured itself around the front of the man’s throat while Lambert’s opposite hand held the back of his head. With one swift motion, he snapped the man’s neck. The sickening crack seemed to echo off of the trees. 

Everything was silent to you. You weren’t sure what was happening. The trickling rain disrupted your hearing and your eyes were still covered. 

Someone kneeled down behind you. Your lips parted and your brows drew together, fearing it was one of the assailants. The ropes holding your wrists together were sliced with one clean cut. Still fearing for your life, you made no efforts to move. Not yet. You’d do so when you felt the time was right. 

Whoever it was moved around to be in front of you. The blindfold was pulled off of your head and tossed aside. The second you saw Lambert, you threw yourself into his arms, burying your nose in his chest. 

“Lambert.” You choked on his name, fisting the material of his tunic. 

“M’so sorry, bug.” He mumbled, cradling your head to his chest. He held you tightly, never wanting to let you go. His arms were safe. They promised no harm and offered what little comfort he was able to provide. “For everything.”

You pulled your head from his chest so that you could look into his eyes. Your hands gripped his muscular biceps, fearing that if you let him go then he’d slip away into the night. 

“I-I was so- I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I was stupid to leave.”

“I shouldn’t have- I was pushing you and pushing you and-and when you said no, I wouldn’t take that for an answer. I-I’m sorry, Lambert. I’m so sorry.” 

Your words were all strung together having come out so quickly and so desperately. You knew he didn’t like to listen so you wanted to get it all out at once. 

“Bug, it’s okay.” He assured you, leaning forward to plant a rare kiss on your forehead. “It’s colder than shit out here. Let’s go home before my balls freeze off.”

You nodded your head, allowing him to help you to your feet. 

Home. He said home. Hopefully that meant he’d be staying when you arrived back at your cottage.

***

The two of you changed out of your wet clothes in silence. You didn’t know what to say, what to tell him. You weren’t sure how to express what you felt for him without scaring him away. He was a flighty man. Sometimes anything remotely close to tender intimacy was enough to have him slipping from your touch. 

You messed with your fingers as you ventured out to the main room where he was. He was leaning against the table, fists pressed against the dark oak. His head hung as he focused on his breathing. You could see his shoulders rise and fall with every breath. 

“Lambert?” You cautiously said his name. 

“Give me a minute, bug.” His teeth were clenched together tightly. “I still…. I’m fighting off the….” He trailed off, unsure of what to say. He was still angry, full of rage that anyone would dare to put their hands on you simply because you were with him. 

You knew when he was angry and furious. His broad shoulders trembled just slightly and hands were clenched into fists so tight you feared he’d somehow break his hand. 

Taking your chance, you crossed the room to be closer to him. You placed your hand tentatively on the small of his back, then pressed a kiss against his bicep. 

Feeling you so close to him, taking in your scent, he let out a breath, dismissing all of his anger and allowing it to fizzle out. He turned his head just as you were resting your cheek against his arm. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know you wanna talk.” He spoke quietly. “But not tonight, please. Just let me…. Let me hold you for tonight.”

You agreed, nodding your head and wrapped arms around his neck. His arms closed around you, pulling you deeper into his chest. 

“Love you, bug.” His words were so quiet you almost didn’t hear him but his breath tickled your hair.

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Amazing Spider-Man: Full Circle #1 Thoughts

Well...this was odd.

I’ve never read a Round Robin before, not in comics or any other medium.

I think the first thing to acknowledge is that this wasn’t intended to be taken strictly seriously (let alone canonically) and certainly wasn’t treated as such by the creators. It’s more a creative exercise or experiment, the reading equivalent of a theme park ride I suppose.

That makes critiquing it weird and tricky. Thus I’m going to treat this more like an anthology book than one big story as the creative teams were not put in the best position to make everything hang together. I’m going to briefly talk about if I liked the art, the characterization of Spidey (and any other regular characters who pop up) and really that’s it. I don’t think it’s fair to lambast a this comic for taking Spider-Man into space or into a mystical direction as it’s supposed to be weird, wacky and fun, not taking itself seriously.

Also I’ll be writing about each part immediately after I’ve read it and before I’ve read the next part.

Awaaaaaaaaaaaay we go!

Part 1

Didn’t care for this one. Perhaps it’s because it’s the opening chapter and gets to set the stage, I can’t give it as much slack as everything else.

I’ve never liked Hickman and whilst the stuff about his work that annoys me wasn’t present here, his characterization of Spider-Man was very off. It felt ripped straight out of Brand New Day in how buffoonish and infantilized Spider-Man was (he even unmasks in the corner for no reason), the art not helping in this regard.* The art itself wasn’t very good because...well it’s modern day Bachalo and he’s literally leaving panels blank for no reason. Plus in some scenes I genuinely couldn’t tell what was happening.

The final thing to not about this part is that it might be set in the 1980s as Spider-Man is wearing his black costume and the recap page claims this to be an untold tale for Spider-Man. plus it features Hasslhoff Fury instead of Jackson Fury.

Big take away.

Hickman shouldn’t write Spider-Man in the future.

*Not to mention other people were treating Spider-Man as a joke.

Part 2

I liked this one much better. There was one moment of buffonishness with Spider-Man where he was in his underwear, but the other gags (like Spider-Ham and Fury shooting a ferret) I thought were earned enough. I also liked that Duggan provided a way to allow for the black and the red costumes to appear in the story. I adored the reference to the Florida Spidey theme park ride and the art was beautiful.

The only questionable parts were Spider-Man’s webbing working in space (how, there is no gravity?) and the werewolves kind of coming out of nowhere. Maybe that’s a little too harsh on my part given the nature of this story though.

My takeaway is that Smallwood should draw more Spider-Man and Duggan might deserve another shot at Spider-Man as this wasn’t all that bad.

Part 3

Wow.

In a project that was supposed to just be silly fun Nick Spencer put in way more effort than he had to.

First of all the art is lovely even if the human faces are a tad stiff.

Second of all, if you were in doubt that Spencer is qualified for the job as ASM writer, this should dispel those reservations.

Whilst the story has some wacky comedy ala Superior Foes it also has a dash of depth and plot development too.

In a story that thus far has featured Spider-Ham, falling from space and wacky hijinks, BAM, Spencer organically brings up Spider-Man’s origin in a way that’s logically consistent in a story inherently illogical in the first place.

More than this he throws in another brief yet organic reference to Man-Wolf and even uses the continuity of the book itself by referencing the previous two stories.

He ties this all together with the theme of choice and the random unintended consequences of those choices, thus delivering a meta commentary upon the inherent premise of this comic book. It’s actually rather ingenious and he did it in like 10 pages!*

Also I hope and suspect that werewolf MJ will become a fondly referenced moment in the future of the fandom.

*It also touches upon similar themes of quantum theories present in the current 2099 centric storyline in ASM.

Part 4

Mixed feelings.

I really liked Thompson’s Rogue/Gambit mini-series and whilst I’ve not gotten around to checking out her Mr. And Mrs. X ongoing, I made a point of buying the book.

But she’s never written Spider-Man before to my knowledge and whilst this isn’t awful...my eyebrow was raised.

Putting aside how we’re in Forest Hills when the last story clearly didn’t leave off there, there are some lines early on which don’t ring true to Spider-Man at all.

Case in point.

Spider-Man treats his problems like nails he has to hammer because he’s an Alpha super hero. Um...what character has Thompson been reading for 55 years? How many times has Spider-Man NOT tried t resolve problems via simply punching it, even in the Ditko days?

Peter feels like he’s always been alone? Aunt May and Mary Jane are literally in this story!

And where did the man in the box’s psychoanalysis randomly come from?

A part from that the art was beautiful here and I loved Peter’s upset over werewolf MJ and his consideration in subduing her. I also really liked the ending and the main action set piece.

Maybe Thompson could do better with a second bite at the apple, but this wasn’t a strong first impression for her grasp of the character.

Part 5

Holy shit that was awesome.

Al Ewing to my knowledge has never really written for Spider-Man before but goddam I’d love for him to do it more often!

This was fantastic, the first story in this comic book to dive into who Peter Parker is.

It retained the wacky humour the rest of the comic possesses via the inclusion of the Spider-Hams, but it used them for deeper purposes.

Classic Spider-Ham represented Peter’s more positive impulses, or positive assessments of himself.

Black Spider-Ham represented the more negative impulses, the times Peter has questioned himself and wondered if he’s nuts or doing the right thing.

Bag-Ham represented Peter’s humours side.

Seeing Ham and Black Ham argue over Peter’s nature was rather meta as it has often been debated in fandom about whether Peter’s driven by guilt or by the desire to be good, whether he’s fighting the good fight to make him feel better about Ben’s death because he can’t move on, or if he’d do it regardless. There is an answer to that, but I’d rather not dive into it here.

But it is simply brilliant writing on Ewing’s part to include it at all, and he continues the character exploration in the form of Peter’s conversation with ‘the man in the box’. Apart from some funny dialogue and the further debate about Peter’s life style, the conversation lays new layers of intrigue into the story. Could the Man in the Box be the weapon? Or could it be Peter? What if the Man in the Box isn’t real at all?

Ewing also takes the weird wacky situation thrown to him and actually brings things together a little more with a plan for world domination and world order that, whilst comic book mad science, kind of makes sense. It’s impressive that he made such great lemonade out of the lemons handed to him frankly. I also liked he made the werewolves thinking and rationalizing rather than feral animals, as that’s something you rarely see in werewolf stories.

Aaron again, brings it all back around to Spider-Man’s character though because Peter’s presented with a situation that echos his origin story. He has the chance to stop bad people doing a bad thing, but this time the end result could be something positive.

Like Spencer’s story it’s just brilliant and demonstrates a writer who cares enough to put in way more effort than they had to.

The art was quite nice too.

Part 6

Nice art off the top.

And a funny ending.

Considering this was Zdarsky this wasn’t that bad. The worst stuff I could say involves the idea that Peter was psychoanalyzing and second guessing himself earlier, but of course those stories were not written with the intention of being a future version of Peter.

I guess that makes Zdarsky bad for retroactively screwing stuff up but really I’m not holding that against this type of story.

What did make me confused though was that the idea of Nick Fury being an imposter beginning at the end of Part 3 seems weird because, the story lines up. Fury’s eyepatch was on the wrong eye but does that mean this comic was more planned out that it was letting on??????????

I don’t know.

I do know that I’m not fond of Fury and Logan turning this into a Marvel team-up/Zdarsky Spec Spidey story.

Also I don’t get why Fury was unaffected by the transformation and why Peter randomly reverted to normal.

Finally...fuck...I hate the High Evolutionary in Spider-Man stories. I really do.

Part 7

I don’t know how to feel about this one.

I’ve never been fond of Aaron, and his take on Spider-Man is very much from the BND era of ‘he’s a loser we can trash on’ camp.

He does however embrace the Round Robin nature of this comic book like perhaps no other author before in this story.

He does this by simply upending half of everything up until this point (the man in the box is retconned again and dispatched with little ceremony) and then he throws a hell of a cliffhanger for the next person to resolve.

Essentially he did random stuff that ignored the random stuff before him then did more random stuff to make it harder for whoever to bring it home.

You also got the impression that he was throwing shade at how dumb and insane everything had been up until this point, hence he summed up most of it in the final lines of his story.

All of which can be forgiven due to his utterly hilarious Kraven’s Last Hunt homage.

It totally doesn’t jive with what came before but it’s so great I do not care.

The art though, whilst getting the job done, is the weakest after Bachalo’s.

Part 8

Jesus Christ!

I wasn’t expecting that at all.

Walking into this I thought I might get some good art with some funny moments and wackiness upon wackiness due to everything becoming deliberately convoluted.

I wasn’t expecting great craftsmanship like Spencer’s story or a an outright GEM like Al Ewing’s story.

And I certainly wasn’t expecting a grand summation about Spider-Man as a person or life in general.

Now look...it doesn’t really make sense, let’s not pretend it does. There are plenty of loose ends.

But whilst I was never expecting this story to deliver a coherent narrative (that was if anything the opposite of the point), I was equally not expecting the whole thing to wind up being as good as it was.

Al Ewing’s story set up a debate about the nature of who Spider-Man as a person is and as weird as it is to say once you’ve read through the whole comic book, this final instalment essentially answered it. It folded in the convoluted nature of it’s premise and tied it in with Spider-Man’s origin.

Having read the e-mail chain at the back of the comic the resolution to the story makes a lot of sense.

Essentially Ewing provided the basis for a resolution that Spencer tweaked and then made work via Spider-Man’s character and emotional journey. The hypothetical dialogue he proposes as a resolution is almost identical to the finished product.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the best element of this final part, the part that nails Peter as a person, came from Spencer but there you go.

This story, whilst honestly not worth $10, is very much worth a read.

[kinetic-elaboration]

January 27: Thoughts on The 100 2x09, Remember Me

...For some reason I was really angry at the beginning of this? Also there’s a lot of Lxa bashing. Sorry. And some Clarke criticism but in the latter case, I mean it well.

Also this is really long whoops.

*

So...I miss when killing off main characters was a big deal and people actually reacted to it.

I truly cannot take Lxa seriously I’m sorry. I don’t find her... intimidating at all.

I’ve already complained repeatedly about her complete bad faith deal making at every turn so I won’t go into it again but nevertheless, here she is, again, moving the goal posts of the negotiation. ‘I’ll withdraw my army if you cure the Reapers. No, if you give up your friend. No, if you give me his body.’ Clarke should have double crossed her immediately.

Also I know that I ultimately did think it was reasonable for Finn to face Grounder justice (except insofar as that justice was itself morally untenable--that is, the Torture Porn) but now that he’s dead, I think there’s no real moral argument to be made that the Grounders deserve his body. I understand their traditions, which in fact I found quite moving when I first watched this ep, but surely his people have, or could make up, some traditions for his burial also. He is still their friend. This seems like little more than an excuse to be cruel. And Clarke’s so fucking broken she just goes with it. It’s truly awful. I mean she’s doing the only thing she can do I guess but it’s laughable that she sounds as if she has any sort of upper hand, you’re getting played bitch.

(Yeah I know, Lxa is being ‘groundbreaking’ and ‘revolutionary’ by even semi-accepting capital punishment without torture and taking his body is a way of appeasing her harder line advisers but like cry me a river--she’s either the all powerful commander or she’s fucking not.)

“We want the same things.” Lol if you wanted the same things you would have stuck to the original deal. No I’m not over this at all I guess.

I also still can’t get over how Clarke has literally never earned true leadership in the eyes of her own people and yet she continues to be randomly viewed as a leader by the Grounders and thus retains pretty much full de facto control over her own people’s power structure.

Also Kane shut the fuck up. I completely forgot about this but they really did put him through an off-screen 180 where all of a sudden Lxa is a God to him and can literally do nothing wrong and to this day we have never been given an explanation how that came to be. Guess it’s easier to tell not show huh?!?

ALSO I get we’re suppose to see a sort of racism-corollary to lines like “I don’t think they know what peace is” like obviously this rubs one the wrong way automatically. But Abby’s not really wrong. And despite what Kane thinks, Lxa has given, again, NO indication at all that she is interested in peace. She has given a lot of indications that she wants to do whatever she can to wring as much from the Sky People as she can without giving anything in return and hey we’re only halfway through the season and she’s already psychologically broken Clarke (also the only person she acknowledges as the leader even though she is not, cannot emphasize this enough, the leader of anything... and thus the only person L really has to break) and sunk-cost-fallacy-ed her into submission. Now that Finn is dead Clarke would cut off her own tit to make Lxa happy because anything else is “letting him die in vain.”

...Why am I so angry lol?

I understand the positions of both Clarke and Raven in this scene, which is fucking brutal, but I sympathize more with Raven. Clarke’s basically just a messenger, but what the Grounders are demanding is (I know I already said it) cruel, and cruel to Raven above all. And Clarke is almost all business. I think that’s what she needs to be for herself but it’s not helpful to the situation.

Anyway here are my faves in Mount Weather. It’s almost hard to watch these scenes because I want to, like, memorize them. Partially for the C/M story and partially just because. Today’s adventure is getting to a radio to send a message to the Ark-wide channel, which is a term for a thing that exists. Also I forgot how snarky everyone / Miller was to Maya. Which, I get. But--are they not thinking about how her own people have experimented on her? Like she is expendable to them, this is just a known fact at this time. So yes, there is a real risk to her, Nathan.

“Oh, is that all?” / “No--there’s more.” Monty’s so one-track he didn’t even hear the sarcasm. I love him.

“Their army has been getting their ass kicked by Mount Weather forever.” Bellamy speaking the truth. Do they need the alliance, or do they just need the Grounders to back the fuck off from attacking them? (Spoiler: they do not need the alliance.)

Ah Bellarke, always quick to reassure each other. Blindly, even.

“Since I don’t take orders from you, I’m going to need a better reason” is one of my favorite lines, and underrated. Finally someone reminding Clarke she’s not actually in charge of everyone and everything all the time. (I realize this sounds like I dislike Clarke. I don’t. I just find certain traits of hers frustrating. But this just makes her a good character.) Also you can see that, rather like her moment with Raven, she falls back on being business like and direct and issuing orders to avoid talking about feelings or breaking apart.

The United States War Room survives the apocalypse.

I’m sorry but it’s ridiculous to think that Lxa invented the concept of an alliance lol.

I guess Clarke needs to go all in on the alliance because of Finn, but... I also think this is part of who she is. Her sense of practicality outweighs any human desire to hold a grudge, and I think she assumes a level of practicality in others too, automatically, such that she underestimates wariness in others. Like Bellamy and Gustus and everyone is right to be uncertain about this literally hours-old alliance--not even an official alliance, since L’s latest demand hasn’t technically been met!--and Clarke’s like ‘yeah I’ll sleep next to people who would have killed me six hours ago np!’ because now that she’s in, she’s in. She’s neither angry nor afraid.

Linctavia like “Google Earth, always taking pictures.”

Is Lincoln wearing Ark clothes?

I know Raven is made to look kind of wan and sunken and sad but yet this scene where she’s being disarmed is honestly like peak hotness for me and I don’t know why. I like my women sullen and covered in knives?

Interesting how allegedly only the warriors knew English and yet Lxa’s big announcement re: get in line with me or die is made in English. Just going to point out yet again what a big mistake that throwaway S1 line is.

What a sad life to lead, where random declarations followed by “or death” have to form the entirety of your belief system “Don’t be upset that your wife and child are dead...or I’ll beat you to a pulp.” I truly don’t understand how we were ever supposed to get in line with this society as sympathetic or interesting. So much so that they get a whole prequel I guess???

I’d rather have a Mount Weather prequel except not really, don’t ruin it for me.

I love Miller’s canonical insane superhuman strength. This is a trait often overlooked in fics.

The usual comment on Mount Weather scenes: I love all of it.

The thing is that if everyone were on board with the funeral ceremony, it is touching. Murderer and murdered together, and the people who’ve been hurt, on both sides, saying goodbye as a group. It’s just that Clarke’s people were coerced into this--they weren’t convinced it would be a fitting ceremony, just told ‘well this is how it is and if you don’t like it, we could perhaps... KILL YOU?”

Is this a new revelation that Mount Weather crashed the Exodus ship (still a really satisfying belated explanation imo)? Or did we know that because, unlike Monty et al, we knew about the jamming signals already? Can’t remember.

You can see how L came to believe what she believes but nevertheless this is bad advice lol. “Don’t care about other people.” Okay, I’ll just stop doing that then.

Mmmm, a feast in a subway station. Delicious. Fucking full pig head as the centerpiece. Very DC.

Kane (handing over pure space moonshine probably): Just don’t drink too much of it. Clarke (five minutes later): Guzzles whole bottle at once. #partygriff is officially canon.

Waiting until tomorrow to start the war? Procrastinators. Clarke didn’t kill Finn for this.

I love Certified Dramatic Ho Bellamy knocking the cup out of Clarke’s hand even though she had made no move whatsoever to drink it.

“When you plunged your knife into the heart of the boy you loved, did you not wish that it was mine.” Lxa, also a certified Dramatic Ho.

Clarke kinda deserved to be punched in the face given that it wouldn’t actually make sense for Raven to try to poison Lxa--and make Finn’s death mean nothing? And put them all in danger in enemy territory? Nonsense. Nevertheless it’s hard not to feel bad for her when she follows this accusation up with a psychotic break.

Hmmm, do I think Abby turning in Jake was the same as Clarke killing Finn? Not really. She didn’t directly kill Jake, that was Jaha, and Jaha is who Clarke should really be mad at. That said, I don’t think she was really saving anyone in the direct way Clarke was. So, apples and oranges. Crazy awkward moment to bring it up, though lol. “Oh Clarke, you’ll feel better eventually--remember that time I killed your Dad? I got over that! Wait--does talking about your dead father upset you? That’s a surprise!” Nevertheless I appreciate major actions having consequences as that’s a semi-rarity on this show.

Monty Green: hero.

“Lxa needs this alliance as much as we do.” - True, if she intends to get her people out of MW. “She’s shown herself to be flexible.” - Not true. She’s given the bare minimum of concessions. Kane, please crawl back out of her colon for like 5 seconds, get some air.

Interesting that Raven and Bellamy are chilling near each other. I wonder what they were discussing. Tbh Bellamy’s feelings on everything in this episode are rather opaque. Other than understanding why Clarke mercy-killed Finn and being skeptical of the alliance.

“Kill one person and destroy the alliance” is literally only merciful because the default in this society is “kill everyone all the time for any reason.” Like, I guess??? That’s mercy by comparison?? But forgive me if I am not moved to admiration.

“This time justice will be done” says the woman who used the barest sliver of evidence to decide that a random person was guilty so she could have a public execution. A public execution to replace the other public execution, in fact, not to avenge a death because Gustus isn’t dead. (Yet.)

Kane’s really okay with letting Raven be tortured to death, huh? Gah he’s fucking annoying.

Bellarke: Crime Solving Duo. That’s some satisfying teamwork. Clarke figures out how the scheme worked. Bellamy figures out who’s behind the scheme. With all the evidence put together, the motive becomes clear. (Honesty, they should have been suspicious that the poison not only didn’t kill Gustus, it barely harmed him lol.)

Check out all the Department of Homeland Security stuff on Monty’s computer. This is perhaps Dante’s log in? There’s a set of “personal” files too. And a set of President’s Office files, which one would assume not everyone would have.

Anyway, I have a Thing for tense sequences of hackers...hacking.

When I first watched this season I was often so tense my whole body hurt and it’s mostly because of MW scenes like this one where Monty is caught. Like aaaaah it still gets me. He almost makes it... and then almost makes it again, with his silly little salute... (Never forget that he is A Dork.)

On the one hand, Raven being tortured and then seeing Gustus tortured to death allows her to see why Clarke killing Finn was an act of mercy, to forgive her, and to move on, so the narrative can continue with them as allies and nominal friends. And it works, basically. But I also think there’s something to the theory that they were never the same, that the wound never really healed.

I’m sorry but Octavia’s face when Clarke’s like “Yeah B, you’re expendable, go get yourself killed, have a map!!” is hilarious. Like, he’s just said that Gustus doing anything for Lxa made sense, and Octavia responded with “Look at the thanks he got” which seems to me like She Knows and then 5 seconds later Bellamy is basically thrown away by the person we all know he’d do anything for... I mean the face is fair. Also this is Bellamy’s idea and it’s a good idea and so he was right before and Clarke is also right now, but it’s still so... annoying.... like “okay, I’m done caring about you lol bye.”

And Raven’s just totally confused. It’s been a damn long day I guess.

Why are they all such fucking hotties? It’s hard to pay attention to “the plot.”

So the ashes Abby tries to give to Clarke are the same ashes, perhaps, that Jasper scatters in S3? This vial looks smaller. Why did she not immediately give them to Raven? That would seem to be the obvious thing to do.

And here we see Clarke, under L’s direct influence, becoming Increasingly Insufferable. I love her but this is obviously supposed to be her descent into the abyss: she treats her friends like little expendable minions, she turns her back on Finn’s memory, and then she ends the episode by dramatically walking into a dark room in slow motion to creepy chamber music. I mean this is the hero’s fall guys!! That’s what it always was!!!

If only they’d handled Bellamy’s hero’s fall in 3A, and Clarke’s rise again in 3B, as well.

That ending is a straight up horror movie thanks that’s why this is my favorite season.

[dagenspear]

The “Let’s Save Laurel Lance Fanfic Series”, Part 3: Barbara Gordon, meet Nyssa Al Ghul

Hello, this part of, hopefully at least, a 5 part fanfic series where Barbara Gordon works to save her best friend Laurel Lance, after she was thought to be murdered at the hands of Marc Gug-Uh, I mean Damien Darkh.

Here’s part 1, Barbara goes to Laurel’s funeral: http://dagenspear.tumblr.com/post/146556270322/barbara-gordon-goes-to-laurels-funeral-fan-fic

And Part 2, Barbara discovers that Laurel’s alive: https://dagenspear.tumblr.com/post/159209643047/barbara-gordon-discovers-that-laurels-alive

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Barbara stood, as Batgirl, on the rooftop, arms crossed, waiting. Dick had wanted to come. Bruce had suggested coming intently. But she told that she would do it on her own. Her ear caught the noise in the corner of the roof and she quickly readied her batarang, just in case. But it wasn't a threat, at least not an active one. It was Nyssa Al Ghul. She spoke, with the cautious, intense, but sophisticated tone Barbara expected from an Al Ghul. "It's very difficult for most people to contact me." Barb spoke with a similar cautiousness, "I'm not most people." She still hadn't lowered her batarang. Nyssa rebutted, "Obviously. You were able to contact my sister. To ask me about anyone who would have a reason to kidnap Laurel." Babs heard her voice break for a split second at the name. She was surprised, but not enough to let down her guard. "Dinah. Her name is Dinah." Nyssa could see the emotion behind the masked woman. It fueled her cold resolve, she could tell. So, she was direct. "Laurel has moved on. She's no longer with us. Trust me. I went to her funeral." Barbara was getting angry. "You actually went to that charade? How much of Dinah's death did Oliver make about himself?" Nyssa knew she was hitting a sensitive subject and switched to another. "I know how you feel. If you knew her like I did-" Barb cut her off, frustrated at Nyssa's avoidance. "You don't know anything." Nyssa replied, calmly, "I know that she would want you to move on from her death." Babs took a step back, recognizing the distinct non-aggressive stance from Nyssa, then putting the batarang away. "I know that Dinah would want to have a full life. Believe me, I would be moving on. I was trying to, until I got this-" Barbara took out the recorder and played the recording of Laurel's voice. Barb watched the stoic expression of the assassin shift into sadness, then surprise, realization and finally... hope. But that was all dashed away with, when her expression turned into stone. Nyssa spoke with the voice of disconnectedness. "That's impossible." Babs simply stated, "'You're wrong. And this was a waste of time." She turned away from Nyssa. Nyssa spoke with emotion again, "You expect me to believe something that can't be?" Barbara turned back to her. "I don't care what you believe. You're an assassin. And I'm a lot less merciful than Dinah. I thought you might have information that could save her. Clearly not." Nyssa angrily stepped up to Barb. "Do you think I haven't tried to save her? I spent months searching for another lazarus pit afterwards. Eventually I had to accept her death." Babs immediately replied with, "You mean give up on her, because your magical garbage was all gone. That's not me. I'll never give up on her. But that's to be expected from a member of the League Of Assassins. No heart, right? That's what makes it so easy to kill people on a whim." Nyssa blinked back the teary eyes she was beginning to have and straightened herself. "I haven't lifted a single weapon since Laurel died. I made a vow in her name to never harm another human being ever again." Barbara was surprised. She'd never heard of a LOA member reforming. "Why?" Nyssa, fully done with the facade now, explained with vulnerability in her voice than she'd ever allowed before. "Laurel showed me that I was capable of being more. No one I've ever met thought I could be more than an assassin. No one. It's what I was raised to be. It's all I thought I was. But she thought I could be more. She showed me that hope existed." Barb could see the honesty and realized that maybe they had more in common than she thought. "She's good at that." Babs looked down for a moment and tried to find her goal again. "So, you have to understand how important this is. How important it is to help her. She needs us. She's my best friend." "And she's my only friend." Nyssa stated. "But I have no idea how this could have happened. Or who would try so hard just to get revenge on Sara-" Nyssa stopped at the thought. Barbara caught the pause immediately. "What?" Nyssa wanted to ignore it, ignore the possibility of hoping that Laurel was alive, because it was the same kind of hope that for so many years of her life she was told in word and actions, by everyone in her life, couldn't exist. But ironically Laurel had shown her how stupid and wrong that was. "There was a woman. The daughter of a Master Heung, a man who would murder his children if not born the way he wished. Sara was sent by my father to kill him. She followed through on the order, but she was caught by his daughter. Sara got away." Barbara, skeptical, asked, "What makes you think it's connected?" Nyssa continued, "Master Heung was the father of the Twelve Brothers Of Silk. She was his only daughter and the only person to successfully infiltrate the League and escape with their life, to discover the identity of her father's killer, though Sara herself had already left at that point. Even that wouldn't necessarily mean much if her last words to us weren't that she would use Sara's family against her." Barbara took a step back. The hope that this wasn't an elaborate hoax was what she had before. Now there was an actual real possibility that it was all true. She quickly turned away from Nyssa towards the edge of the roof. "Where are you going?" Nyssa asked. Babs simply said, "To make sure." And with that she dove off the roof, firing her grappling hook and swinging away. STAR CITY. HOURS LATER. Barb dug in another shovel full of dirt. She was nearly there. Her eyes glanced up at Dinah's tombstone, that was now above her head. She was praying to God that it was true, otherwise this wouldn't be pretty. It was raining. She was still sweating though. She was dirty and muddy. But she was more determined than ever. The rain stopped over her, but she could still hear it pouring. Barbara looked up to see Nyssa holdng an umbrella over her in front of the hole she'd dug herself into. "I don't think this is healthy." Nyssa said. Babs looked back down and continued to dig. "Then why'd you follow me?" Nyssa paused for a moment, unsure if she was willing to be open with Barbara, then deciding with, "I guess with Laurel I'm not healthy too." Barb took another shovel full. "It's Dinah. And trying to save someone you love isn't unhealthy if they're still alive." Nyssa was perplexed by her words, as she kneeled down. "Is this love? I know it's nearly impossible that she's alive, but I'm compelled to do this anyway. I've never had a friend like that." She took a moment to contemplate that. Then, deciding to help more efficiently, she closed the umbrella and jumped down into the hole with Barbara. Babs took a step back. "What are you doing?" Nyssa took off her LOA garb and tossed it and her umbrella aside, then taking the shovel from Barb. "You're too tired. To avoid both of us getting sick, I thought I'd take it from here. Rest." Barbara understood, picking up the umbrella and leaning against the side of the hole, opening the umbrella and holding up over Nyssa. Nyssa began taking shovel full after shovel full, as she asked, "Why do you call Laur-Dinah by that name? No one else does." Barb took a moment, then saying, "Dinah told me that her aunt gave her the name and when she got older, her mom told her that it was too old fashioned to have. She learned later that it was just because she didn't want her to have it. Dinah just calls herself Laurel, because that's the way it was ingrained in her to devalue herself, to-" "-Take away her identity." Nyssa finished the thought, with a realization dawning. "Yeah." Babs said simply. Then understanding the deeper meaning, she asked, "How did you know?" Nyssa kept digging. "It's what my father did to me. My mother named me, before he could get me. I had to earn the right to be called Nyssa. It made me grateful when he finally acknowledged me by name." Her voice cracked at that, as she could feel her eyes starting to water at the memory of her as a desperate child trying to get her father to acknowledge her. Barbara stared at her, bewildered at the treatment, wondering how parents could do this to their children. The image was beginning to become clear to her, as she then sincerely told her, "I'm sorry." Nyssa blinked back her teary eyes, responding, "Thank you." She brought the shovel down another time, only to be met with a THUD. Nyssa dropped the shovel. Babs did the same with the umbrella. And they both knelt down to uncover the rest of the mud from the coffin. Whe they did, they both lifted the lid of it open. To find the corpse inside. Laurel's face on it. Nyssa closed her eyes, trying to contain her pain at the sight. Barbara looked away, covering her mouth before dropping to her knees and throwing up. The devestation was deep. That she was wrong. That Dinah was no longer on this earth. But she couldn't help the feeling. That this had to be wrong. She wondered if she was going insane. "I don't understand. What was the call?" Nyssa didn't answer. Barb knew it's because she didn't want ot even think about the situation. But she forced herself to look back at the corpse. Feeling that there was more to this. And she saw it. The discoloration of the body wasn't consistent with the face. It was different. Off. Barbara took a deep breath and reached into the coffin, to touch the face of the corpse that laid inside and she touched it, felt around the edges of it and was able to peel it off. It was grotesque. The face below was deteriorated immensely. She looked at the fake face that was like Dinah's. It was lifelike, so real and in that moment Barbara understood and said it aloud, "It's fake. They must've faked the death, then put this face on a cadaver with a similar height and build when the body was taken to the coroner." Barbara looked back up at Nyssa, seeing her eyes open now, the sadness beginning to fade at the understanding of Barb was saying. Nyssa smiled, for the first time in months, saying, "You were right." Barbara smiled back, empowered with the understanding of her words, "Dinah IS alive." She stood up, face to face with Nyssa Al Ghul, both aligned with the same goal. "Let's go save her." TO BE CONTINUED... Please review and tell me what you think! Have a very great day! God bless you all!

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The sinking

Slowly, one by one, I watched as the life-boats lowered away.  Even more slowly, the TITANIC began to tip, and the passengers started to worry.  Thirty to forty minutes later it was far easier to find women and children who wanted to enter the boats.  There was still the odd lady who went berserk or hysterical, but on the whole, filling the boats went a lot smoother. Albeit, they still weren’t filled to capacity, but at least they had most of the women and children on board. Everyone was finally beginning to realise that we might be sinking. Time seemed to be running out, the ship was clearly taking on water fast. I knew because the porthole down the side of the prow which I could see at 12:50, had disappeared far under the water.  It was slowly dawning on me that we were, most certainly, sinking, and by the time the water was up to the nameplate, I panicked.

     “Get on the bloody boat now!” I shouted to one young lady who didn’t want to leave without her fiancé. Surprisingly, my tactic worked, along with her fiancés assurance he would be fine. I was not so sure. I was also unsure whether he was lying, or if he was really, incredibly still oblivious to the seriousness of the situation. Regardless, he played his part well, and I watched as boat #16 was lowered with her in it.   No sooner had it gotten lowered than I noticed a commotion, the passengers had begun to panic. I heard gunshots. What the hell was that! I thought as I rushed towards the noise. By now most of the boats were gone and the last rockets had been fired, and some passengers finally realised what was happening. Some cowards were even dressing up in women’s clothes so as to get into the boats!  As I arrived at where I thought I heard gunshots, I saw it had to do with lifeboat number 1.  After overhearing the commotion, I was led to believe that an officer had fired his gun to ward off the crowd pressing up against the rails by the boat.  By around 1:30, order was breaking down, and there was nothing more a landlubber like me could do. No one needed to be convinced into the boats by now.  In fact, it appeared that some Italians had been conspiring together to rush the boats. It was also clear to me that now, my final journey was approaching. I knew it would be impossible for me, a young man, to honourably get a spot in the lifeboats now. Besides, other people deserved my spot more than I did, there was no reason to live anyways. My business was going bankrupt, my mother and father were dead, and I had just said goodbye to my family in Poland.  What better time to die than to die now?  Now was my moment, I assured myself.  I went down the grand stairway to the galley of the Al La- Carte Restaurant, the stairs were tilted and quite difficult to climb down, on account of the angle. This was my final journey into the depths of the ship, perhaps my final journey…ever.  I rummaged around and grabbed a few pastries, but wait, who else was down here? I glanced around the corner and saw my friend William, half drunk rummaging around as well, I inquired whether he wanted to have his final snack with me.  

      “Sure!” he gaily agreed as we both brought our sweets and delicious treats to the table.  He, struggling to walk properly on the deck, nearly spilt his brandy all over himself, and would have, had I not helped him to his chair.  I decided to put the plate on my lap where I could balance it, (I didn’t want my food sliding off). After eating quickly and nervously, I checked my watch, if I was going to die I wanted to know roughly what time I would die at. It was 1:48. I gave myself a good 20 mins.  

     “What do you think it's like to die?” I asked William.

      He replied slowly, drunkenly, “Well, it's quite painful to others. I am beginning to wonder if dying is really worth all the trouble….”  What did that mean? Did we even have a choice of whether or not to go through ‘all the trouble?’ I had no reason to live, but I never really thought about dying as ‘trouble’ or as painful either. No sooner had I thought these thoughts when William continued in a slurred mutter, “What does it matter? Dying. Most of us are dead anyway, only difference is some are breathing and some aren’t.  Most people don’t die naturally, they kill themselves, their hopes and dreams too soon. I have lived my whole life, done my hard work!  Only to watch my kids-- young, promising souls, vanish from my hands! My life’s efforts, wasted….”  He then, angrily, despairingly cried out, “Is it even worth living, if everyone kills themselves inside, before their time is up? Why did I have to work and slave?! When death should have been my peace like it was others! I would have been wiser to give up sooner. I thought I was being brave by living… perhaps… but who was I to be brave when others were not? Rather than living and watch as slowly… pieces of me, the loves of my life died. I should have given up long ago. What does life matter, if no one cares for your efforts, your love?  Life is pain, death is peace… I just wish people would have trusted me, and fought on longer… but no, I had to take on the cold world alone. Death is for cowards… but is it really if life’s accomplishments and dreams vanish because of selfishness. Death… what does it really matter if I die today or tomorrow?”  Somehow this drunken man struck me. His words reminded me of how my mom and dad had loved me. I remembered their caring, how much they slaved for me.  Was I just taking the easy way out? Was I the coward he was talking about? Was I killing myself, my dreams, too soon… like Williams’ children had done? Was I ignoring others love for me? Yes, I was letting down all those who ever cared and gave me their time, their effort. I was not only killing myself, I was being selfish and killing others dreams as well.  Now I saw the true pain of giving up, it's not death itself that’s the pain, it’s the desire to be selfish, the killing of not only yourself and your dreams, but everyone else’s love for you.  Ah, the trouble with dying… you have the weight of the world on you…but no matter what, you must not let go. The only reason life is worth living is to be courageous and love, along with the rest of humanity. Dying before a fight, giving up, is not love.  

     “I must fight on”, I whispered as I got up from the table. I realized I was shaking, not from fear, but from shock.  “William come on! We at least have to try!” I urged, but he would not listen. Time was almost out, the lights from the insanely angled chandeliers were flickering. Then I saw it…WATER IN THE RESTAURANT! It was already a foot high at the end.  At that moment, to my surprise, up from the hold came a swarm of steerage passengers on the grand staircase.  They were struggling to climb up the stairs. I, attempting to help, decided to provide some order and went to assist them. I took my final look at that intricate clock. I can’t remember what time it was, but it was after 2:00.  It was even harder now to adjust to the stairs, and to make matters worse, the water could be seen rising just a few feet below us. We were desperate now, and our adrenaline more than helped as we surged frantically up the steps just in front of the torrent of water. I turned back to see if William had come, no…he had made his choice. It was every man for himself, no one could save us but God. To my utter disappointment no sooner had we arrived on deck when we realised that there were no lifeboats left. However, even more disheartening was that there were still WOMEN AND CHILDREN on the deck!

     “Why aren’t they in the d*mb lifeboats!” I screamed at a frightened seaman.

      “I… I don’t know how they got here!!! Get out of my way!” was his panicked reply as he ran down deck.  I presumed he was going to help with the collapsibles which were still tied to the roof of the ship… but to my astonishment he jumped into the sea! He was abandoning ship to swim for one of the more recently left boats. There was no more time to gawk, I ran to a few Swedish steerage ladies and in my best Polish tried to explain that they had to get into one of the collapsibles. To my dismay they didn`t understand…. I haplessly motioned to them to follow me, and finally resorted to taking one by the hand down the deck, the others followed. Collapsible A was ready, and it was floated off the deck with the two Swedish ladies and a few young men. I tried to climb aboard, but the people all around were crowding the boat, it was getting swamped with water. After some panic, I chose to sacrifice my spot for the sake of keeping the boat afloat longer… and as a result, over the edge I plunged, into the icy depth’s.

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Just who is Maurice Symonette aka Donald Trump's 'Michael the Black Man'?

Who is Maurice Symonette? In another charlatan tactic employed by the Trump administration, the individual also known as "Michael the Black Man" is a political propaganda character that serves as a distraction, making Trump and the Republicans look grossly incompetent and devastatingly desperate.

  Since his Phoenix rally earlier this week, Trump has reintroduced us to his new campaign tool – Symonette, a.k.a Maurice Woodside. Many outlets have already profiled the man holding a sign that said, “Blacks for Trump,” digging deep into his background as a criminal, cult follower, and militant negro. Along with holding his perfectly placed sign (right behind Trump in view of all the cameras) Symonette also wore a t-shirt that let the world know, “Trump and Republicans are not racist.” The one-time cult member who belonged to Temple of Love in the 90’s, looks to be a reformed pro-black activist who now makes YouTube videos about the goodness of white people, the dangers of Cherokee Native Americans (who are the real KKK racist slave masters per Symonette) and the evils of Hilary Clinton and her Islamic State connections. The man also considers white people “White Gentiles who are Black Peoples Republican Emancipators,” which is why I am sure he fits right into Trump’s overall plan to win the White House a second term. While I understand but do not agree with, white people’s move in having a token black person as a means to show other black people that they aren’t that bad, it rarely ever works. And when you use any ole person for the sake of “representation” it becomes more of a joke than a serious attempt to reach minorities. Such is the case with Michael the Black Man and Trump.

  A part of me doesn’t even put all the blame on Symonette. The man clearly has signs of someone who deals with mental illness. I would not be surprised if he genuinely believes what he says and Trump and his people happened to stumble upon him and said, “Just go with it.” The other part of me believes that Trump has paid this man to be the face of his 2020 campaign that is aimed at getting black people to finally accept him. But speculation aside, this just looks bad on all sides because instead of focusing on dealing with the issues this country is facing, Donald Trump is on the campaign trail… for 2020.

  The real focus should not be on the black man holding the sign because anyone in their right mind isn't paying him any attention. I actually laugh at the fact that Trump's people thought it was a good idea to let him be on camera. The outrage, anger or however people are feeling about the situation should be aimed at the man who 53% of college educated white women voted into office. Why is the president of the United States, who just took office a little over eight months ago, spending time at campaign rallies? You won Trump! You should be focused on leading this country to greatness, not maintaining or getting support for 2020. I mean, if you were smart, you would understand that being presidential and acting like an adult who holds the important position in America is what will secure a bid for you in the next election. But I digress because the key word here is “smart” and from what I’ve seen, intelligence is just not something at work in the White House right now.

  As I said earlier, this is a distraction. We have become so consumed with the things Trump does, that weighs no kind of significance to the overall well being of the nation, we don’t see these antics for what they are. I 100% guarantee you that white people are laughing at Symonette and if they were wise, they would have no business with him. His presence only adds to the lack of credibility already associated with #45’s presidency. Michael the Black Man is a conspiracy theorist who no member of the sane voting population gives any real thought to because he’s so all over the place. Nothing he says can be considered valid.

  All of this just speaks to the absurdity that is our country’s leaders right now. This is embarrassing. It is not funny and from my point of view, only serves to show how lost we truly are under Trump’s rule. Nobody who is serious about their position as president of a country would embrace this foolery let alone allow it to be a fixture at his rally.

  Alas, what more can you expect from the circus that is America 2017? Maurice Symonette is a non-factor who doesn’t deserve our attention. He doesn’t represent on any level how black people feel now or will in the future about Trump.

5 Facts About Michael Symonette

His Site Gods2.com Leads Visitors to HonestFacts.com, a Site Listing Conspiracy Theories About the Cherokee Indians

Symonette’s site Gods2.com leads visitors to HonestFacts.com. That site is one long page listing strange conspiracy theories about the Cherokee Indians and Hillary Clinton. The first one claims that the “Real K K K Slave Master Revealed & is the Cherokee!” Symonette claims that Trump will “Solve America’s debt” and “make all Indians pay Taxes!” The page also alleges that President Barack Obama, Clinton, and Senator Al Franken are Cherokee and Republican Senators John McCain and Jeff Flake, along with Mitt Romney are “White hidden MORMOM/CHEROKEES.” “ Republican Senators who’re against Trump’s HealthCare Policy & all of his Policies are Mormon Cherokee’s. They are the Racist that believe White Gentiles & Black Republicans are Idiots & are not worthy to Rule,” the site reads. Symonette also has a YouTube channel, where he has videos that go with many of his theories. He also refers to the Confederate Battle Flag as the “Cherokee Democrat Flag.”

Symonette Was a Member of the Violent Yahweh ben Yahweh Cult Led by Hulon Mitchell Jr.

According to the Miami New Times, Symonette was a member of the Yahweh ben Yahweh cult. The cult was led by Hulon Mitchell Jr., who adopted the name “Yahweh ben Yahweh” and spent 11 years in prison from 1990 to 2001 on violating the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act. Mitchell and other members of the group were convicted of conspiracy in over a dozen murders. Symonette himself was charged with allegedly conspiring in two murders, but he was found not guilty. During the trial, his brother claimed Symonette helped beat a man who later died and stuck a stick in another man’s eye. The Southern Poverty Law Center called the cult a “notorious black supremacist religious sect” and feared it was growing after Mitchell’s death in 2007. Symonette, who was “Maurice Woodside” before joining Yahweh Ben Yahweh, explained to the Miami New Times in 2011 that he first met Mitchell around 1980, when he was 21 years old. He also said he was inspired by seeing Roots. “I was shocked and I was upset, so I became a warrior against the whites,” he told the paper. “I went insane.” Yahweh Ben Yahweh is still a major influence in Symonette’s life, as evidenced by HonestFact.com. He even includes a disclaimer to show that he was not convicted of criminal charges related to the cult. “BLACKS FOR TRUMP founder Maurice Symonette/Michael the Black Man was found innocent in YAHWEH Case after witnesses admitted they we’re lying to get a good Deal from the Gov. So after being questioned by YAHWEH Atty,” his site reads. “Congressman Alcee Hastings who caught Rosier lying about seeing an incident Sept.17.1983 but could not have seen this because Atty. Hastings proved that he was in Jail between Feb.1983 until Jan.1984 in Jacksonville Fla. at the time of of the made up incident in that never happened in Miami! google this!”

  Symonette Also Organized Blacks Behind Obama & Claimed Obama Wanted to Kill Him

In 2008, Symonette made a name for himself as the leader of “Blacks Against Obama.” In an October 2008 interview with the Miami New Times, Symonette also claimed Obama wanted him assassinated. “This was supposed to be an assassination,” Symonette told the Miami New Times. “Obama’s people were behind it.” Symonette claimed that on September 25, he was getting on a bus to go to Mississippi and protest the first presidential debate with 30 other men. A man ran out of the shadows with an AR-15 and grabbed Symonette’s brother. “I bit his leg, right above his knee. He screamed and let the AR go,” Symonette claimed. Symonette told the New Times that two other gunmen came out. He described the scene as if it was an action movie. “I got up and started running in a zigzag, and one of my shoes done came off,” he told the paper. “One of the bullets … grazed my head, on the right side. When I put my hand there, I felt all the blood.” Police did report a shooting and Symonette’s brother Al was taken to a hospital because a bullet went “straight through his arm.” The gunman was identified as Taytreon Edwards, 25, and the two other gunmen were never found. Symonette told the New Times that a friend heard one of the gunmen say, “Where is the guy that Obama wants dead?”

Symonette Said He ‘Completely’ Despises Hillary Clinton

After appearing at Trump’s Lakeland, Florida rally in October, Symonette explained to the Miami New Times why he couldn’t support Hillary Clinton. “One reason is because Hillary’s last name is Rodham, and their family members are Rothchilds, who enslaved 13,000 slaves as collateral,” he told the paper. “She’s also on camera kissing the head of the Ku Klux Klan and saying, ‘That’s my mentor.’ That’s all on my website.” He added, “I completely despise Hillary. I hope the very worst for her chances for the presidency.” Symonette has been charged with four felonies in his life but never convicted. In 2009, he was charged with grand theft auto. In January 2017, he was charged with violating a city ordinance for a noise complaint.

Symonette Once Opened a Rick Santorum Rally & Was Praised by Glenn Beck

Symonette earned the attention of other conservatives before Trump. Back in 2010, MediaMatters noted that Glenn Beck praised him and other “black conservatives taking a real stand in the face of adversity.” The Miami New Times also notes that Symonette was invited to a January 2012 Rick Santorum rally in Florida. Symonette, who was gaining attention among the Tea Party, told the audience that Democrats are “Nazis” in disguise. “The Democrats, they’re the worst thing that ever happen to the black man,” Symonette told the crowd. “They’re the slave masters.” In 2011, The Miami New Times reported that one of Symonette’s nephews, Adolphus, was accusing him of trying to create another cult. “Adolphus is just telling you what he thinks will get him out of prison,” Symonette told the paper.

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