#...maybe none of that makes sense idk my brain is soup

[aaapplepie]

"I've never run into a creature so...successful at imitating humans..."

[singularattitudeofasafetypin]

Meet Me in the Pouring Rain

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Summary: Hawkins has had a heatwave for weeks on end, when it finally rains, Eddie and reader dance in the storm.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none.

A/N: I think this is a drabble? I'm not actually sure what constitutes one but it's fairly short and there's little to no plot. Also, if you squint, I was vaguely influenced by this scene from The West Wing. Idk I just really like thunderstorms and got this idea in my head, so I wrote it! I hope you enjoy!

Please don't copy my work!

The sun beat down on Hawkins. Exhausted residents cowered in their homes; windows flung open in a futile attempt to cool them down. The streets were deserted, shops closed early, not a single car on the roads, even the local pool was all but empty. After almost a month of muggy, baking heat, no one had any energy for anything!

It could have been a ghost town.

Nowhere was safe from the merciless temperatures. Far away on the outskirts of town, the dilapidated trailer park wasn’t much different. The earth was parched and cracked and the grass was a sickly straw colour.

While everyone else could take refuge inside, Eddie’s trailer trapped heat like a furnace. The two of you lay sprawled in the meagre shade of the picnic shelter on either side of the bench. Eyes closed, not talking, your fingertips brushing.

Eddie had finally shed his leather jacket, a sure sign the scorch was unbearable. He was clad only in a light t-shirt and ripped jeans, hair pushed off his neck and falling over the side of the bench. Both of you had kicked off your shoes long ago hoping it would lend relief but nothing seemed to. There was only heavy, humid heat.

Conversation forgotten; your brains were soup. ‘It’s too hot,’ and ‘When, please, when will it end,’ were the only thoughts you could form.

At least you were going to suffocate together. You stroked your fingers against the back of Eddie’s hand and pictured the small smile that graced his lips. He groaned softly, which you took to mean either, ‘I love you,’ or ‘Make it stop!’ You went with the former.

People always said Hell was coming to Hawkins and if the temperature was anything to go by, you believed them. What you wouldn't give for even a breeze!

In that moment, or perhaps it was centuries later, something changed. You couldn’t exactly explain it. A feeling? A buzz in the air? A taste in the back of your mouth? You sat bolt upright.

‘Eddie?’

He groaned again. ‘Eddie, it’s going to rain!’

‘No, it’s not!’ he slurred, shifting to get comfortable, ‘They’ve been saying that for weeks! It’s a cold-hearted lie!’

‘I’m serious!’ the feeling had filled you with a new sense of vigour. You climbed over the table and him and started wandering about, staring at the sky with your hands outstretched

‘Come back!’ he complained, ‘I want to die in this sweltering wasteland together!’

‘I can sense it!’ you insisted.

Eddie squinted at the sky, there was maybe one cloud, two if you counted that weird pale whisp of nothing! ‘You’re delusional!’ he retorted; you paid him no heed. ‘At least put your shoes back on! You’re gonna get glass in your feet or something!’ he tossed your sandals in your direction, covering his eyes with his arm and turning over.

‘Come on! Come on!’ you muttered, ‘Ha! I felt it!’

‘It’s a mirage!’ he teased half-heartedly.

‘Come on!’ you went on.

‘Lie back down!’

‘Any second…’

He grumbled your name.

‘Now!’

A crash of thunder split the silence and the sky opened. Eddie nearly fell off the bench, spinning to see your wet grinning face.

‘Woah! What else can you do?’ he scrambled to his feet.

‘I didn’t even know I could do that!’ you giggled at your hands as though they held magical power.

Cool, refreshing rain hammered down on you, splattering when it hit your skin. ‘Come on!’ The two of you scrambled to put your shoes on and raced out into the downpour.

Rolling grey clouds had materialised from nowhere, darkening the landscape; it felt like a whole ocean was falling on the dry, brittle town. You ran through the shower, feet splashing, laughing at the top of your lungs. The scent of petrichor filled your nose. You were wet through in seconds and Eddie wasn’t far behind. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his shirt clinging to his chest. He was laughing too.

An especially loud crack of thunder made you scream, then convulse into a fit of giggles. Eddie caught up to you, grabbing you from behind and spinning you around to shrieks of delight. You were flying, drunk on excitement.

He set you down and pulled you round to face him. Nose to nose, water streamed down your faces. Staring into each-other’s eyes, he cupped your cheeks in both hands and kissed you. It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed Eddie by any stretch, but every time managed to feel different. This one was invigorating, full of relief after so long being forced apart by the heat. It felt just like a movie. Everything was right again, the earth quenched and your love replenished.

The wind began to pick up, tossing spray into your eyes while you danced and jumped in puddles like little children. He kissed you again and again between euphoric giggles.

You were drenched to the bone when a brilliant flash of lightning split the sky. You yelped in surprise and Eddie grabbed your hand, dragging you, still laughing, inside.

He shut the door but the rainstorm drummed on the roof of the trailer so hard it might have broken through. Though the wind rushed and whipped the fragile walls, making the battered trailer creak and groan under the buffet, you never doubted your safety.

Leading you down the hall Eddie pulled open a draw, handing you some dry clothes and starting to change himself. You pulled on his warm, dry t-shirt breathing in its comforting smell. You took turns squeezing your water-logged hair over his bathroom sink, drying it carefully with a towel. Eddie pulled you into bed, finally able to wrap you in his arms and sleep soundly.

The window was cracked keeping the rain out but letting in the fresh, rejuvenating air in. You closed your eyes, Eddie’s warmth a comforting embrace. Raindrops plinked over the roof, gurgled along the ground, and dripped off of ledges, soothing and guiding you to sleep. Thunder rumbled a million miles away and lightning still flashed but you snuggled into Eddie’s chest, safe and sound from the storm.

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[sevlgi]

believe

requested: no

group: blackpink

pairing: jisoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: guardian angel!jisoo, near death instances, unlucky reader. [22/33].

warnings: none

synopsis: You’ve never believed in guardian angels, but that just might change when you’re saved from certain death 3 times in one week.

a/n: idk if I’ve ever seen anyone do a similar au... tell me if you have! also i’m actually hella proud of this one lmao

word count: 1.8k

Do guardian angels exist?

Well, that’s a subjective question, and there really isn’t a yes or no answer... But if yours does, they’re doing the shittiest job of the century.

The amount of times you’ve been hurt in the past, both physically and emotionally, is stupidly high. You’ve always had an aptitude for getting injured, stories of broken bones and gashes making up basically half of your entire life. Your friends and family pride themselves on having a fully loaded arsenal of embarrassing tales, practically making it a rite of passage to visit the hospital with you. And don’t even mention the heartbreaks- those just seem to follow you wherever you go.

When you move to a different city for what must be the 10th time, you vow that it’s going to be different, no matter how obvious it is that it won’t. You vow that there aren’t going to be any incidents that land you in the hospital, nor any relationships that just end in chaos.

Suffice to say, all of that goes haywire on your first day in town.

Without a car to drive you to work or any friends to hitchhike off of, you take the subway, line #224 to Solace Building. There just so happens to be a new girl group song you’re obsessed with, blasting on the highest possible volume in your earbuds, when you’re shoved from the back right into the subway tracks. “Fu-”

Time slows down as you start to fall, the dusty railways coming too close to your face for comfort before a warm hand wraps around yours, the socket of your arm straining to carry your entire weight as you’re jerked back sharply.

You collide with a warm body, soft curves lessening the impact and delicate, impossibly strong hands steadying you on either side of your waist. By all logic, you should’ve knocked your savior over, should be sprawled on the ground right now with dirty palms and a heat-flushed face. “Are you okay?”

When you step back sharply, you’re met with the sight of the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life. Her heart-shaped smile and delicate features are framed with cascading brown hair, and she has ethereally flawless porcelain skin. She’s the kind of beautiful that makes the plainest outfit look designer, that could make you believe sea glass to be pure diamond. “Uh. Y-yeah. I’m good.”

“I’m glad,” she chuckles, smiling even wider and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Maybe she doesn’t realize the effect she has on you, humming as she dusts something invisible off your bag. “You should be more careful, Y/N, wouldn’t want someone as pretty as you being killed by a train.”

If it was anyone else, the words would sound creepy, especially with the added factor of the girl knowing your name. “How-- how do you know who I am?”

She juts her lips at the card hanging off your bag, your name written in big, bold letters. “Nametag. Y/N Y/L/N, employee in Solace Building?”

To hide the heat in your cheeks, you look to the floor and stutter out, “Well. Since you know my name, uh, isn’t it fitting that I know yours?”

It’s not nearly as smooth as you’d like it to be-- usually, the natural flirt in you would’ve made an appearance-- but the petite brunette extends a hand, tipped with gentle pink nails. “Jisoo. Kim Jisoo, if that’s helpful at all.”

Your next words are interrupted by your train arriving; when Jisoo doesn’t follow you on, you turn to look at her with your eyebrow quirked. “Are you...?”

“Not my train,” she smiles, shaking her head, even though it’s the only one arriving for hours where she stands. “Good to meet you, Y/N. Stay out of trouble!”

It’s an odd way to end a first meeting, but you don’t think much of it as you grab the nearest seat and pull out your phone to search her up. K-I-M J-I-S-O-O, you type, eyes scanning the screen fervently as the train starts.

Plenty of people show up-- after all, Kim Jisoo is not a rare name-- but none of the dozens of profiles you click through are the beautiful girl who saved your life. It’s too late when you look back out the window towards the station, the only thing you see becoming brick wall.

The next time you almost die, you’re just walking to the coffee shop across from your apartment.

The activity should be safe, considering that not many people in the area own cars. At first, you think you are safe, crossing the silent street with no problem and receiving your usual order just fine; you’re on your way back to your lonely little apartment when you hear the screeching of car tires on the road.

“Watch out!” someone screams, but you’re frozen in the middle of the crosswalk. You forget how there wasn’t a single car in the street when you were crossing as you stare at the grill coming close. The car doesn’t stop or slow down, and you scrunch your eyes shut with your arms raised up, just waiting for the impact.

It never comes. When you hesitantly open your eyes again, you find a familiar figure standing in front of you, the force of her hand having knocked your coffee onto your blouse. The car bumper is pressing into her bare leg, which is miraculously clean of a scratch or bruise, but she doesn’t seem to notice as she turns to grin at you.

“Sorry, I ruined your coffee,” Jisoo frowns, her hand coming up to almost touch the steaming stain on your chest. You stare at her mutely, following obediently when she grabs your wrist and pulls you back to the coffee shop. “Can I buy you another one?” she offers, plucking a napkin off a street-side table.

“Kim Jisoo?” you say disbelievingly, not even feeling it as she dabs the coffee away. “You again?”

“Me again,” she confirms, pulling some more napkins out of her purse with a smile on her face. “I hope you’re not disappointed; after all, I just saved you from dying. Again.”

“No, that’s not...” Taking a deep breath, you smile too, wrapping your fingers around her hand to gently brush her off. “It’s okay. I’m glad to see you, actually-- I searched for your profile to thank you, but I couldn’t find anything.”

Jisoo shrugs, opening the door to the coffee shop for you. “Oh, I’m not really on social media. If you wanted my number, you could’ve just asked.”

You laugh lightly, tossing the crushed cup in your hand into the trash. Of course it’s odd that she isn’t on social media in the 21st century-- with her face, you’d expect Jisoo to be a major influencer. “Then I’ll ask for it. Later.”

“Of course. Order what you want, I owe you one after all that,” she offers, plucking a couple loose 20 dollar bills out of her purse.

Once again, you’re faced with another weird habit of hers, but you order anyway and thank her after she pays. Before you can say anything else, though, she gets a text and frowns at her phone. “Oh, sorry, I have to go. Catch you next time?”

“Sure,” you answer, forgetting to tell her that she still forgot to give you her number. You stand dumbly on the sidewalk and watch her go, taking a deep breath and looking both ways before you set off towards your apartment for the second time that day.

Maybe next time?

The third, and hopefully last time, is the absolute weirdest of all. 

You seem to have a thing for being knocked into ditches-- this time, a group of teenagers barrels into you while you’re walking by the side of the only river in your entire city. You open your mouth to tell them off, but before you can, an especially hard shove from an stocky little boy pushes you right into the water.

Luckily, the fall isn’t high, so you don’t hit the water with much force, but the boats cruising along and the recently terrible weather stir the current strong enough to pull you right under. In the icy water, you feel your fingers let go of the phone in your hand, your lungs slowly being crushed by the pressure of your surroundings.

It’s hard to tell how much time passes while you’re in the water. From what your doctors have told you, trauma is difficult to remember clearly for a while, but you vaguely feel hands linking in front of your chest and forearms bracing under your armpits to drag you out of the water.

The heat of the summer sun warms the stone under your back and you can hear whispers sounding around you as you flop onto the floor. Hands push hard on your breastbone, once, twice-

After maybe 30 pushes, fingers pinch your nose, and soft lips meet yours. It feels more like a kiss than CPR, no air really being blown into your mouth, but nonetheless, you feel water leaving your lungs, and you open your eyes in shock, coughing out loud.

To your (somewhat) shock, it’s the same girl hovering over you. Jisoo’s skirt is wet at her knees where she kneels beside you, her hands still hovering over your chest. She must’ve been the one giving CPR, then. Sitting up, you hack violently until most of the water’s out of your lungs, the other girl waving away all of the spectators. “How’re you feeling?” she asks, once you’re alone on the sidewalk.

Your hands move faster than your brain, pulling her forward by the nape of her neck until you kiss again, something about her tasting familiar in a way you can’t quite place. “Who are you?” you breathe once you’ve pulled away, searching her warm eyes for an answer.

She smiles again, handing you your miraculously dry phone instead of answering. It should be waterlogged and dead, but nothing seems to make sense when concered with Kim Jisoo. “How about you take me for dinner or something before asking the serious questions? Soup should be good to warm you up.”

Hand clasping in hers, you’re pulled to your feet with strength that doesn’t match her petite stature. You barely remember that you look like an almost-drowned rat, your lips purple with cold and your hair stringy with icy water. “Sure. Soup. But you need to answer me first.”

She exhales, hitching her bag higher up on her arm. “I’d say I’m your guardian angel, but you wouldn’t believe that, would you?”

“I wouldn’t,” you answer, eyes narrowing as you follow her down the street. “But maybe you can convince me. Over soup.”

[darrowsrising]

For "Send Me a Character" I gotta ask for Darrow and Virginia!

My faves!🤗

Darrow of Lykos:

First impression: Darrow: 'I would have lived in peace, but my enemies brought me war.' Me: I love you so much, I declare you my favourite.

Honest to Reaper, I loved him from the first sentence. I have felt lust at first sight, but love at first sentence (not romantic love, just...idk, you like a character so much you just...love them, if that makes sense)? Idk, it's one of those experiences that make life worth living.

Impression now: I would die for Darrow of Lykos, I would kill for Darrow of Lykos and most importantly, I would live (am currently living?) for Darrow of Lykos. Ok, I may exaggerate, but honestly, Darrow really inspires me and if anything, he made me realize that life is worth living...even when it sucks. And I am not saying that lightly, I just can't evoke properly what Darrow means to me. I read books hyped to 7 dimensions, but none of them actually inspired me like this. And I truly needed it, especially at the time I read Red Rising.

That being said, I can put my bias aside for analysis, but will I stop reminding you that I love him? Nope! Think of me as a brighter version of Sevro, I thrive on your annoyance.

Favourite moment: Every moment, let's not do this, it's a losing game.

Idea for a story: I find it the hardest to write fanfiction from his perspective in first person, although his thought process is a lot like mine. But I would love to dig into a quiet, peaceful day with his family. Or maybe the his and Virginia's first date. If Pierce ever adresses that date again, I will literally hang over every word.

Unpopular opinion: People who say Darrow is overrated are the same who're saying Beyoncé is overrated.

Ok, now a more serious one, this narrative that Darrow is bad...worse take ever! Different reading experiences and interpretations and any other things don't work in this case at all. Idk, the fact that people are unwilling to accept that the majority, and yes, even Sevro, can be very wrong, is kinda scary to me, even though it's fiction.

Favourite relationship: My personal favourites are his relationships with Virginia and Sevro. But every Darrow relationship is great. LET DARROW BE DAD, BLOODYDAMMIT! Even that with his soldiers. You know what my God did even after a heart attack? Went to speak with his soldiers, acrually talk with them, not adress the masses. His bodyguards rotate every hour and they can't keep up with him. I am not saying everyone should love Darrow, but...how can one not?

Favourite headcanon: HE SLEEPS SHIRTLESS. At the very least. Idk, if anyone deserves to wake up to the best slive of man cake of a husband shirtless every morning, it's Virginia au Augustus.

Virginia au Augustus:

First impression: Hot damn, girl, you must be really special if Darrow can't even muster a retort, let alone stop staring at you in the sunset.

I adored their little meet cutes, but I honestly loved her the most at the Institute, maybe because she was the most consistant and I loved to see and piece together who she really is, while knowing certain things about her for facts. I loved her because she wasn't like the other Golds, there was something about her that wanted more but didn't know how to implement it, although she tried. I think that Mustang was the first introduction of a Gold that actually seemed to care, you know. It mattered to me when she actually got that Red analogy.

Impressions now: I love her so much, she my favourite female character, she's just everything I wish I could be, but I also relate to her on a certain level (I am no genius, I wish lol). I love how Pierce writes his main cast, because it never gets boring. They don't just stop at a certain point, they evolve and they feel so real because of that. Virginia is no exception - I have actually taken to calling her Virginia, not Mustang, because I think it now suits her more.

I genuinely love Virginia for everything Kavax said to her in Dark Age. I think of her exactly the same things and...I can't help but love her for that.

Favourite moment: I love all of her moments, but I must say that the Iron Circle and Imperium scenes made my brain tingle the most.

Idea for a story: WE. NEED. HER. POV. HER EVERY OPINION! GIVE US VIRGINIA'S POV SERIES, PIERCE!

Unpopular opinion: I think she is very underestimated. Just because she is peaceful and/or tries to walk the stiletto so that her successors don't destroy the Republic because she slipped once with a certain issue and they exploited it to hell, doesn't make her harmless. To be peaceful is to be capable of great harm and choose not to inflict it. Otherwise you're just harmless.

Favourite relationship: I obviously love her romance with Darrow, but her bromance with Sevro is the very best. I also like how the twins bond was explored, but also how it's dealt with now. Her relationship with Pax? 🥺🥺🥺 I also can't wait for more friendship with Victra, because I think their opposite personalities are the most intriguing thing. Pierce does like that in his characters, there are plenty of characters built like that.

Favourite headcanon: When she was pregnant and missed Darrow terribly, she allowed herself to be miserable only when she was alone, so she tried to keep busy and often forgot to eat, which wasn't really a problem, because she couldn't keep down much. On one particular hard day - Darrow's (fake) execution - she did not come out of her room at all. She woke up, dizzy and sick and it smelled of garlic and okra blossoms and tomatoes. A highRed help was making pitViper egg soup for the mantainance staff. She talked to her over a bowl of soup and it was a bit awkward at first, but she was a midWife, so it ended up being a heartfelt and helpful discussion. They made a deal - the mantainence staff gets to eat whatever they want, as long as Virginia gets served this soup at every dinner. Her baby seemed to like it a lot.

Thank you for the ask! Howl on!🐺💖

[mscurious88]

GOT 8x02

imo Bryan Cogman expressed his admiration for GRRM’s complex work beautifully in his last episode.

Why did Sansa bring up the North’s Independence to D?  In the beginning of the convo, imo Sansa really believes Jon loves D and Sansa is too upset for strategy. I agree D’s “who manipulated whom?” was a pivotal point. Until then, D saw Sansa’s truth: Sansa had been treating D coldly bc she was jealous of D/J.  Now understanding Jon has been playing the game, Sansa recovers herself for the 1st time in S8. Until that point, her jealousy and anger had made Sansa stupid & Sansa realizes how badly SHE had been playing the game. The brain switch goes on & Littlefinger’s lessons again play in Sansa’s mind.  Cogman writes Sansa like LF after this point in the scene. 

Freed from her anger, Sansa gets to work. Be nice. Disarm. Size her up.  Sansa acts like D’s gal pal talking boys & bonding over their tough roles.  That act makes sense, but suddenly & firmly bringing up Northern Independence seemed amateurish initially, but upon reflection, it accomplished 2 things.  Sansa now knows how open D would be to releasing the North after the AotD fight and she’s given D a different explanation for Sansa’s extreme hostility other than jealousy which Sansa foolishly made so obvious.  As her jealousy jeopardized Jon’s strategy, Sansa plays up ire over politics to cover it up.   It’s true, but not the whole truth which is the best way to deceive someone.  

Why didn’t the Starks say good bye to each other? - Cogman wrote the Starks saying good bye to their individual pasts rather than the ppl they care about most.  I don’t know how Cogman would describe it, but the thread I saw was Jon, Sansa, Arya & Bran dealing with the parts of their journeys they experienced apart from each other.  Jon & the Nights Watch & the Wildings. Sansa & Theon as Survivors of Ramsay. Arya & the Hound & the Brotherhood w/out Banners, Bran & his fall & Theon’s betrayal of Bran that led to his flight from home.  I feel like it was Cogman tying up that chapter of their separate lives bc going forward will be about being part of the pack. That’s why I didn’t see Sansa & Theon as romantic.  Yes, Theon arrived to Winterfell for Sansa the way Jaime came for Brienne & Gendry for Arya.  And maybe like Jaime & Gendry, Theon did it out of a romantic love, idk, but I didn’t see that on Sansa’s end.  On her end, I felt, it was like Jon w/Sam, Edd and Tormund or Arya & the Hound - the Starks showing gratitude for loyalty & help. 

The soup, I thought was nourishment for Sansa and Theon’s souls the same way Sansa & Jon’s soup by the fire represented nourishment for their souls they gave each other.  Sansa was surely overwhelmed w/gratitude.  Brienne reminded her that she owed her life to her mother sending Brienne to find her, but she also owes it to Theon who stepped up to help her and now, Theon came back for her.  The risk he is taking is not lost on Sansa and Sansa has been let down by SOOOO many, it is a blessing she’s sure to appreciate when someone comes thru for her.

Why did Jon tell D about his parentage? - I think Jon has been using D for her military aid,but finding out about his parentage has played with his emotions. D is now his family, too.  He may be torn & feeling horrible guilt bc now he has to second guess his actions.  How would it be right for him to manipulate & use D to benefit his other family if SHE is also his family?  What about his loyalty to her as a Targaryen.  The Starks have each other.  D is all alone and as Maester Aemon said, that is a terrible loneliness that Jon understands.   I think Jon decided to tell D, not bc he is in love with her, but bc he wanted to give her a chance to be his family, to see how she’d react, to try to create a REAL connection and bring her into his “circle of trust” to use a “Meet the Parents” phrase.  I think Jon felt he OWED D that chance.  It’s frustrating bc just as Sansa seems to have realized Jon’s secret strategy, his position is changing due to information Sansa doesn’t know about.  The lack of confidence/secret sharing btw them, could be dangerous going forward.

Who is going to die? - I think a LOT of ppl are going to die in Episode 3. Spec based on filming spoilers under the cut.

My dead in 803 list:  Theon, Jorah, Missandei, Varys, Gilly, Baby Sam, Edd, Pod, Beric, Tormund, Alys Karstark, Melisandre.

Theon - Theon still has story potential, but I think he’ll die protecting Bran and that will be his redemption for having caused the deaths of so many good guys. He wasn’t seen filming later in the season.. 

Jorah - He’s reconciled w/his House & is honoring his father at last.  I don’t see any point in him continuing on.  His death will bring D closer to darkness.  Plus, he wasn’t seen later in the season.

Missandei  - I would have thought GreyWorm based upon their good bye, but he filmed until the end and she didn’t.  This loss combined w/Jorah would surely bring out the worse in D.

Varys, Gilly & Baby Sam - I think they’re going to die in the crypts bc the characters went overboard saying how safe ppl would be there. Also, they weren’t seen in later filming which doesn’t mean they’re dead, but makes their deaths more possible.

Edd, Pod & Beric - there were spoiler reports of their deaths and none were seen later so I tend to believe them.

Tormund - the actor wasn’t seen in later filming & tbh, now that he served as a romantic foil for Jaime, I don’t see any need for him.

Aly Karstark -  I thought from the get go that her resemblance to Sansa had to serve a purpose, so I’m w/folks speculating that she’ll be killed and someone mistaking her for Sansa will be important to the story.

Melisandre - there are unconfirmed reports that the Red Woman shows up to help fight the AoTD at Winterfell & I feel like that’d be a good end for her so I’m including her in my dead list.

Bronn?  I def. think he’s a goner, but I don’t know whether his death will be saved for a later episode or not.

[littleblackqrow]

Nah, the fandom didn't do anything to me. I just didn't like how hostile and dark vol 6 was. The way the group treated Oscar for a while, and Yang's hypocritical accusations kind of made me lose respect for the characters. If that makes sense

((It makes perfect sense friend. Sorry about the late response, I just got home from work

I can definitely see how the actions of the main cast would be a turn off, and I cant say that they’ve been handling their secret knowledge well in s7, but I think thats partly because there is no good answer to the situation they got themselves in.

I didnt really mean to use your consternation about the main cast to throw a meta word vomit up, but I’ve been thinking about this all day SO-

Oz has very good reasons for keeping things secret, and for involving as little people as possible in this war between him and Salem A war that she initiated and seems to delight in framing so it looks like Oz is building people up to sacrifice them. He’s perpetually on defense here and has been for centuries because offense against an enemy that is immortal and out of any and all weight classes that modern Humanity 2.0 can muster, even with technological advances would be next to impossible. Salem has Humanity 1.0′s magic, and doesnt seem to have an exhaustible supply like Oz does in addition to her cursed, conditional immortality, and what is apparently control over the creatures of Grimm thanks to her dip in the Forbidden Grimm Soup.

What does Oz have to work with? Regular ass humans and faunus with only regular ass semblances, his own dwindling power, and the occasional Silver Eyed Warrior to work with. The Relics are dangerous objects to just have laying around, and none of them seem to have a practical use as weapons. He is outgunned, out-manned, outnumbered, out-planned and instead of launching all out assaults against Salem, he’s been quietly protecting her, trying desperately to outmaneuver her whenever possible.

The Fall of Beacon is when Salem finally managed to find a chink in his armour, probably for the first time since the Great War. And she managed it in part because Cinder has determination and is able to roll with whatever she’s given and improvise, but also partly because RWBY has done as much to stop her as they have to give her an opening. For instance, had Blake told Oz about the White Fang’s involvement sooner, he could have called Qrow back in to poke around and spy on Roman’s operations. Ruby could have given everyone more information on Cinder, like what she was doing in the comm tower, and maybe someone with a brain could have figured out there was a virus being planted in the network.

Our protags are kids, and its important to remember that kids fuck up. Sure they’re 17-21 years old now, and should know more, but god knows I made All of the Mistakes during that age. They’ve gotten positive reinforcement for all of their skulking around, digging up secrets, and kicking bad guy ass, but they’ve never had to reconcile with consequences before. Ozpin has. Yang is being hypocritical, but she’s never been called on it until s7, and even then it wasnt direct. But the effects of it are immediate and painful. Atlas will probably be lost because she went behind the back of a man who has been consolidating power and has been shown to be mentally unstable since the Fall of Beacon and didnt do it in a smart, underhanded way. Clover Ebi was killed because of the things she set in motion. My hope is that next season, the kids will have to reconcile with the damage.

And I know for a fact that when the dust settles, Oz will still be there for them. He’s made more mistakes than any man, woman, or child, and dammit if that doesnt give him empathy for people who also made mistakes with the best of intentions. 

Idk man, to me its a subversion of the “Child Hero that saves everyone because the adults are just doing it wrong” trope. The child heroes here are actually not more competent than the adults, but they’ve been told, especially recently, that they’re the hope that Remnant has, so doing what they feel is right has to be good and right. Right?

[muggle-writes]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

tagged by @elizabethsyson

Nickname: Muggle is my nickname, but when I went by Muggle in person for more than a month at a time, it naturally got abbreviated, usually to Mugz

Zodiac: Aquarius

Last movie I saw: into the spiderverse (same answer as last time. I don't watch that many movies tbh except around Christmas. unless YouTube counts in which case... music of some sort? idk links for the next answer)

Favorite musician: changes by the day. I've kinda been in an acapella and/or folk music mood recently so the Maccabeats and Peter Hollens are in my YouTube and Spotify history a lot recently. also I'm eternally in awe of Forte Handbell Quartet (eta a longer video; i recommend skipping to the techno piece or the Jurassic Park theme)

Last thing I googled: "vine why are you buying clothes at the soup store" (my wife hasn't seen it; also i can't find the vine because apparently it's a much bigger meme than I realized). before that it was "chgrp not root" because work and group permissions are useful when they work

Song stuck in my head: well for most of the day when I haven't been actively listening to something, it's been the Pokemon RSE route-walking music. (but that somehow happens frequently when I'm in the no-music-no-internet room at work, as I was for most of the day, and I don't know how I accidentally trained my brain to make that connection). right now, surprisingly, I don't have any background music playing in my head. I think it's because the humidifier provides just enough white noise that my brain doesn't feel the need to provide its own

Other blogs: my main is @muggle-the-hat and I'm a mod on @why-do-neurotypicals but we've gotten one ask ever so that blog has been dormant for a while. I have a bunch of other sideblogs, but they're all small and I use different screen names on each of them (enby life: no idea which name suits me best so I may as well try them out) so i feel like it would just confuse things to link them.

Following: blogs matching all the themes of my sideblogs, (including this one, which is writeblr), korean langblr, jumblr, assorted fandom blogs, authors of my more favorite fanfictions (some overlap with other categories), and irl friends and acquaintances (including one fandom blog turned irl friend)

Do I get asks: on my main if at all, which isn't really surprising because i have hundreds of followers there and maybe 60 followers combined among the rest. but I get asks far less often than I reblog ask memes so... I'm always happy to get more. I do get tagged in ask games more on this one, but writeblr is actually vaguely organized about tag lists so that makes sense. also I used to get tagged a bunch on my main and I rarely could find the posts again to follow up when I had time to answer.

What I’m Wearing: pajamas. staying warm and cozy

Lucky number: I don't remember what I said last time, but I like a lot of numbers. 64 is a good number. recently I've been debugging software in which 0x3E is my lucky status number and 0x0E taunts me. (um, decimal 62 and 14). Also my other favorite number i can't share until it's no longer the combination to the lock to the Secret Room. (or realistically never because opsec and i shouldn't make public the types of parents we use for that combination lock), honestly I aim to be like.... ah, I'm sure the anecdote involves G.H. Hardy but i don't remember on which side. anyway one mathematician remarked to another about how the id number of the taxi he rode in was sadly uninteresting, and the one I aspire to be like, argued "what are you talking about, this number is interesting because ______" and I'd like to be able to do that for any arbitrary number thrown at me. (hi yes math is good, history is hard, math history is interesting yet i still forget the people even if i remember the math. except when things are named after people, but that tends to be, like, Euler and LaGrange and other people who did lots of cool science things so i remember the methods and the names of the methods separately which never helps)

Amount of sleep: ....depression both screws with my sleep schedule and means I always feel like I need more sleep except when I wake up at 5pm and feel like I've wasted the day. so yeah. I can never get enough sleep

Favorite food: yes (why do I have to pick a favorite?) uh, chocolate in most forms, many other sweet things, red meats (especially if served with potatoes), curry (especially if it has "too much" ginger), fresh-baked bread, chai the way my favorite local Indian restaurant makes it (spicier with just a little bit of sweet, which is the opposite of what i can get from the mocha machine at work which is wayyy sweet with a hint of spice but that inferior chai is still superior to coffee so i drink too much of it). also vegetables which I really don't eat enough of: sauteed zucchini and onions, roasted broccoli

Dream trip: dreaming requires creativity and tbh I funnel that mostly into my writing instead. I wouldn't mind going back to Korea for another visit though

Dream job: my current job is pretty good when I feel productive and when my debugging tools actually produce data maybe??? (they were not being helpful today. but i still mostly like my job.) dream job is probably this but with seniority and confidence and double the salary (while living in a similar area of the country; I wouldn't want to double my salary by moving to work for Google in California and having less available after rent than I do now)

Describe yourself as aesthetic things:

the smell of old books

the first glow of sunrise (the sunrise painting the mountains pink and gold)

a rainbow in the spray from a waterfall

the flicker of distant lightning (watching a thunderstorm fade into the distance)

this picture

Random fact: about me or about the world?

how about a combination answer: when we got our new handbell music this season, we only looked at half the pieces our first rehearsal and afterwards I tried to look up one of the pieces we hadn't gotten to on YouTube because it's got a weird time signature and I wanted to get a feel for how fast it would go and how strict the counting is...... except it turns out we're the first group to ever play the piece. it was commissioned recently but seeing my conductor's name on the page didn't tell me how new it was because he's super prolific. (the fact that it was on printer paper without the publisher's graphics should have been a giveaway but it's only the second time I've been among the first to play one of his pieces so I think I can be excused for not realizing)

Languages: mostly just English, but I took Spanish for years, so I can hold simple conversations in it. I can almost read sound out Hebrew fast enough to keep up in services, and I know some random Hebrew vocab but comparatively no grammar. and I took Korean in college, enough that I can recognize sentence structure but I can really only speak tourist-Korean, though I can sound anything out (if it's typed. handwriting is hit or miss.) in both Hebrew and Korean (and Spanish tbh but i don't often listen to Spanish music) I'm very proud when I can separate the words enough, listening to a song, to translate them without looking up the lyrics. also I tried to learn Japanese from Duolingo when it was new, but I still hadn't gotten the kana straight when it started progressing to kanji so that was a rough time and I went back to Hebrew.

tbh I "dabble" in "language learning" which really means I start a million courses on Duo and stick with none of them. with the notable exception of French, which I acknowledge is super common and probably a good idea to learn but the spelling and pronunciation seem so arbitrary I'm scared to look close enough to learn it properly, and I've never particularly considered starting the Duolingo course for French

I think I lost a few questions, because that's only 18 answers. whoops.

um... who to tag

@abluescarfonwaston if school hasn't drowned you in work yet and @copperscales I'm interested in both of your choices for lucky numbers especially.

... wow I'm blanking on other mutuals I haven't tagged recently. as usual lmk if you'd like to be edited in, or just answer the questions and tag me back, that's great too.

[gumihoni]

  92 truths                                        

tagged by @risquetendencies (thank you <3)

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose 25 people to tag.

LAST… [1] drink: grain coffee [2] phone call: my gp telling me I have streptococci [3] text message: my mom or Johanna, not sure [4] song you listened to: Ladies’ Code - The Rain [5] time you cried: about a week ago

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: no [7] been cheated on: no [8] kissed someone and regretted it: oh boy, most kisses [9] lost someone special: yes, and it’s already been a year [10] been depressed: : ) [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: do i know my limits? no. do i think i know my limits? yes.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] periwinkle [13] not really a colour but iridescent/holographic [14] rose gold

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: yes [16] fallen out of love: no, i haven’t been in love in ages [17] laughed until you cried: yes [18] found out someone was talking about you?: not sure, i don’t think, but it’s probably happening anyway [19] met someone who changed you: i think most people change you in little ways [20] found out who your true friends are: more like I haven’t been a true friend and super distant [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: yeah and it was dumb

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: hmm, i guess 90% [23] do you have any pets: no [24] do you want to change your name: I don’t feel like it goes with my last name, but besides from that I’m good. oh yeah, and i wish people would stop the porn star allusions *shrug emoji* [25] what did you do for your last birthday: had cake with the fam, met with some friends before going on a trip to Korea, which was a present to myself [26] what time did you wake up: 1pm, which is starting to become a thing after late shift [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: staring into the void after giving up trying to draw after late shift [28] name something you cannot wait for: what’s excitement when you can have depression.. i’m going to be travelling but i wish i was excited already [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: today [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: possibly growing up with both parents and both cultures, my brain : ) [31] what are you listening to right now: Mamamoo - Décalcomanie [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: my friend’s exchange student’s twin brother was named Tom and one of the first native English speakers I talked to [33] something that is getting on your nerves: German bureaucracy [34] most visited website: tumblr probably [35] elementary: oh, a few of us would get to read in the book corner when we finished early, that was nice [37] college: nightmare, especially considering i’ve almost finished but need to redo courses once i re-enroll. it’s not difficult but the organisational stuff has messed me up. [38] hair colour: brown and it bores me, but colouring ruins it [39] long or short hair: long, it’s more low maintenance in my case, though i like shorter styles [40] do you have a crush on someone: what is love (no) [41] what do you like about yourself? i do my best to be kind, i understand a lot of things quickly, i am good with languages [42] piercings: nope, always wanted several but thought my face is too young/doll-ish [43] blood type: who knows [44] nickname: none. well, one friend likes to call me G [45] relationship status: spending all my money on food and loving it [46] zodiac sign: gemini [47] pronouns: she/her, but i don’t really care [48] fav tv show: hunter x hunter [49] tattoos: a clef going into a note, one in korean.. and I saw an amazing artist who is from Seoul, so depending on their prices/my budget i might get my fox at last this year [50] right or left handed: right handed

FIRST… [51] surgery: none [52] piercing: ears, when I was 14 [53] best friend: Marlene [54] sport: strangely enough Taekwondo at 20, and still my current [55] vacation: a small island called Borkum [56] pair of trainers: phew, some cream coloured ones with some coloured accents

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: last thing was potato soup and homemade vegan Franzbrötchen (similar to cinnamon rolls) [58] drinking: water [59] i’m about to: go to bed soon [60] listening to: Last Goodbye by Akdong Musician (can you tell my kpop playlist is running) [61] waiting for: motivation to put on a sheet mask [62] want: tomorrow to be over [63] get married: i don’t see the appeal except for financially and pretty dresses [64] career: god knows, when will someone pay me to draw gay fanart

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: both are nice, but since i am never really in love i’ll go for hugs [66] lips or eyes: eyes [67] shorter or taller: everyone’s taller than me anyway [68] older or younger: mostly older, but depends on the person [70] nice arms or nice stomach: honestly, this makes me think about wanting to work out both my own arms and stomach.. but i can appreciate both [71] sensitive or loud: sensitive probably, since i often try hard to make people feel comfortable [72] hook up or relationship: I’m so rarely interested in people, i’d take either depending on the person [73] troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? yeah [75] drank hard liquor? i like whiskey [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? i wear neither but i keep breaking all my sunglasses [77] turned someone down: yes [78] sex on first date? if you want to count ons [79] broken someone’s heart? yeah, but it was more their issue than mine (in the sense that they made me too important and would have done the same with anyone else in my place) [80] had your own heart broken? yeah and in hindsight they weren’t worth it [81] been arrested? no [82] cried when someone died? yes [83] fallen for a friend: high school crushes, yes, but not seriously

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? some things yes, some things no [85] miracles? no [86] love at first sight? yes but i think it’s unlikely to happen to me personally [87] santa claus? no [88] kiss on the first date? sure [89] angels? not really

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: i haven’t had best friends in ages, i value different things in my friends [91] eye colour: hazel, but i like most eyes in general [92] favourite movie: phew, i never watch any. Movies I want to watch again: JSA, I’m a Cyborg but that’s Ok, The Fox and the Girl

I think most of my tag meme crew has done this. @sirwallahoo in like the next 6 months maybe, @rouvere (idk if you even do these), @the-smallest-kurapika, @caseyvalhalla, @sayoko0, @schwanendreher, @daiousamashittykawa, @pyro-madder