#when a good man goes to war

[ania-tyler]

I don't know why I am publishing so much righ now ... especially because I should be studying...

But I had the idea to mix up my two favorite english show (for now) when I read to poem of "when a good man goes to war" in doctor who. And I realized that it can totally applicable to Merlin.

Because Merlin is a good man, but at the end, he try to much to evode Arthur s fate, that he provoks it.

To quote master oogway: "one often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoir it".

[bookanimeart]

If demons run when a good man goes to war, what happens when a good woman goes to war?

[here-comes-the-moose]

I’m so glad that Season 3 basically confirmed one (well basically two) of my biggest Wrecker headcanons- he would love to fish and would love boats.

[rayan12sworld]

💙demons run when a good man goes to war

By:Miranda_Aurelia

Summary:

In their attempt to consolidate power, Wei Wuxian is framed and executed by the Jin Sect.

A pity, because Wei-xiong was possibly the only person that could have stopped Lan Wangji from razing Koi Tower to the ground, thought Nie Huaisang uncharitably. As for him? They really should have left his brother alone.

Chapter:10/10

Words:20,187

Status:completed

“Between Jin Guangyao and myself, which one of us,” Lan Wangji bit out as his fingers tightened around Bichen, “Is your real brother here?”

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[hella1975]

i cannot stand the aot fandom this is not a new take at all they are universally intolerable but oh my dayssss u are FORBIDDEN from making ANY take about the show it's actually insane to watch. 'aot is perfect' no show is perfect. 'tell me you didnt get the show 😂🫵' people have different opinions/interpretations about things. 'eren is a good guy they could never make me hate him' i think there's actually 4 seasons and two movies explicitely using him as a tool to show that no one is 'good' or 'evil' they are only trying to survive. hello. the fandom r all so far up aot's ass that they actually discredit its writing in the process and it would be laughable if it wasn't so frustrating

[long-song-a]

the eleventh doctor's arc truly comes so full circle! it’s the story of a mad gods hard, angry conflict between responsibility and fantasy. from the moment he crashes into amelia’s backyard, he’s like something of a fairy tale; a phantom, a wise man, a hero. a mad man who can disappear just as quickly whence he came. and when he returns, has the ability to turn one’s entire world around— without a single thought for any damage he may have caused along the way. he didn’t just forget his part in the time war: he’s quick to forget a lot, to go too far, to never look back. to never question himself. he hurries on to the next place, becomes a legacy within a few hours on some planet, in some time, and calls it a day. until he begins again. he is the dreamer of improbable dreams, because he requires that divide from reality.

he is “the man who forgets” because he needs to seperate himself from who he was, he needs this new perspective, he needs the worship, someone relying on him, and only him. “i took you with me because i was vain. because i needed to be adored.” eleven began his life as a goofy, kind soul who would happily spend his first moments eating fish fingers and custard with a child, and promise her adventure. the fantasy. yet he’s also a man who would disappear for fifteen years and never provide a legitimate apology. the avoidance of responsibility. (until the god complex, of course.) he calls the atraxi back to earth because it allows him to fulfil the role of a hero in some fantasy, to show off in front of amy, to be that whimsical, magical figure she saw him as when she was a child. to uphold that image. he wants to be a story, he doesn’t want commitments. not to mention the fact that amy literally dreams him back into existence, that her belief in him made him whole again.

the doctor hates endings. he rips the final page out of his books because he can’t stand the thought, the concept. he doesn’t want the adventure to conclude, he doesn’t want the reality to seep through. he doesn’t want the stories to ever end, because in his mind, he is the greatest story of them all. (i’m not even going to go into his arc in season six because i need a whole separate post for that. season six is the consequences of all these actions. and hoo boy. it is brilliant.)

the day of the doctor, i believe, is really the turning point for eleven. the man who forgets arc forcing him to face the consequences of his actions, to step down from the mad man in a box pedestal he’s reigned on for this entire incarnation. he finally takes full responsibility on trenzalore, by sending the TARDIS, and clara away so he can stand and fight for the remaining centuries of his life. he wants to run, to flee, the idea of staying in one place so very terrible (but he takes responsibility, sees the reality, sees he can't just help out for a bit, then saunter back into his box) and he stays. he sends away the TARDIS because he knows he’ll take the easy way out, and step safely inside her doors.

not to mention the hard, in your face symbolism of the christmas town in trenzalore quite literally looking like it came right out of a fairy tale. visually, this is how the doctor wants to live, he wants the whimsical, to live like a storybook. he wants only the middle of the book, before the conflict, before the hero has to make a hard choice. but when he does achieve it, when he arrives in that fairy tale-esque town, it becomes the reality he’s chosen to live, with more responsibility, more bravery than this incarnation has ever shown. he’s rewarded for his nine centuries of responsibility because he’s no longer running towards the fantasy. he can separate the difference, and can find happiness in staying put. he ultimately becomes the heroic raggedy man amy idolised far too long, he’s earned the title, he’s become the doctor.

[littlefanthings]

Don’t think about Orym throwing down the locket like he’s throwing away his humanity stop don’t do it

[local-apollo-kid]

We all know the poem 'When A Good Man Goes To War' from the Eleventh Doctor's run, right?

The one that goes like this:

Demons run when a good man goes to war,

Night will fall and drown the sun,

When a good man goes to war.

Friendship dies, and true love lies,

Night will fall and the dark will rise,

When a good man goes to war.

Demons run, but count the cost;

The battle's won, but the child is lost.

I was thinking about it this afternoon and what if the 'good man' refers to Rory going to war for his wife, and the demons are the Doctor?????

Cause after the battle of Demons Run, the Doctor immediately went searching for Melody.

He was RUNNING around the universe looking for her.

And I know some people are gonna be like "but the Doctor is a good man!" and "*insert some other defense here*"

BUT

You forget that in the same episodes, the Doctor literally says:

"Good men don't need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many."

He himself doesn't believe he is a good man. He has killed a shit ton of people AND is dangerous enough to get locked up in the Pandorica sooooo

HURRAY! BYE BYEEEE!!!

[zealfruity]

Howzer, Rex, Hunter, Echo and fuck it Fox too are so transmasc coded to me it’s insane and I can’t even pinpoint WHY. This is driving me crazy. CANNOT believe it’s only possible in non-starwars aus.

[zimszim]

i looooove the horrifying elements of the doctor and river's relationship, like not only did her whole childhood revolve around him, but they essentially trapped each other in their timelines. the doctor gave her her identity as river (and while she found independence within it, still sort of fucked (names are so important)) and river fucking DIED on his ass!! and while time can be rewritten, i feel like the doctor has a certain amount of respect for time that has already been written, that with the fact that she died for him and he apparently trusts her and maybe even loves her in the future........ they literally trapped each other

[screechingfromthevoid]

I made an Orym edit instead of writing or sleeping

[master-missysversion]

I know its just subjective but thinking about how I see people talking a lot about how they wish 13 had got to be even more angry, like proper anguished screaming, but I have to admit I kind of disagree personally. I know its an unpopular opinion but I dont actually like most of the really popular yell-y scenes with the other doctors, there are some scenes that work really well and then there are others that make me cringe 😅

13 does have a scene in the timeless children where she gets like that, it's brief and I think it works well. She still shows a lot of anger at other times and in other ways and personally thats what I prefer. Its just funny to see people talking about how they wish thirteen had been more like the others in this specific way and its actually something that i don't like with the others

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

because im less breakable than you

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

really do love how @magpie-trove went "speak softly and dress as a big bat" about Battinson and then I followed up with "the best thing a man can do is be very serious but have soft eyes" and I think we are hitting on the same topic somehow but I'm not sure how to put it into words aside from something I already said earlier: the thing about this specific version of Batman/Bruce Wayne is that his softness could be his greatest weapon, he just has to learn how to wield it; and The Batman (2022) is a story about him becoming willing to learn.

[adrianasunderworld]

Part Three of Trey being very petty, is making sure he is thorough on his pranks. He waited ten years for revenge, he got everyone in. It took literally a few minutes to convince people to join him. And everyone was in.

So he prepared everything. His stunts of the cakes were now monitors so no more cake shenanigans. But. They never said about literal pranks. So riddle have to go through yearbooks of a couple of years ago, of the previous students who would be labeled “mischievous” or “this bitchass prankster never got expelled nor suspended because he pranked the headmaster”.

So

Riddle told Ace. To bring in his brother.

Holy fucking shit, Ace brother (I’m using Jack Hearts, so whoever knows him, good. Those who don’t, he’s from Japan Disney Villain Recruiters.) is the whole shabaam. Endless minutes of pranks to another is everywhere. The office, the teacher lounge, her favorite spot to eat, the entire grounds is rigged to prank her. And Trey was there, filming everything and waited. For the next PTA meeting and showed it live to everyone under the name “Revenge is best served Sweet as a cake”. He wanted justice for his friend and family. He wanted chaos. Peace stop being his option. Most of the Savanaclaw were hyping him into viciousness. But they take what they can get outta him.

I really love these Trey being petty things, just because he's the last one you would expect to do this. He's usually the friendly, dependable, big brother type. So him snapping and being the chaotic prankster is *chefs kiss*

He's never liked Mrs.Rosehearts. He's always resented her for how she treated Riddle and then screamed at his parents in their own shop. It's been personal for ten years, and now that she's here at NRC something in him snaps, and a decades worth of pent up frustration comes out full force. NRC becomes a gauntlet for Mrs.Rosehearts. There is trap pranks eveywhere. He even made sure to magically set it up so only she can trigger the traps. So if she suspects something and makes a student go up to it, nothing will happen. She gets a false sense of security, then SPLAT, a bucket of jam appears over her head and she looks like the end of Carrie.

[10000-paper-nohara-rins]

It's late. Even underground, in the winding labyrinth of tunnels beneath Konoha where no natural light falls, Danzo can tell. There's a scent to the air.

Normally, he works through these quiet hours with the same dedication that he carries at all times. Tonight, however, his stacks of paperwork have all been meticulously combed through, signed, and filed. No one needs his attention. Nothing is wrong.

Danzo picks up his cane and begins the trek back to his old clan compound. He does not visit often. He is usually busy. He is not busy tonight.

His bones ache with a sort of weariness that denotes no real problem. He has learned to ignore this sort of pain. He ascends out of the tunnels, not bothering to muffle the sound of his footsteps with chakra.

He does not blink when he comes out to Konoha's streets. It is just as dark out here as it was in the tunnels. It is late out. A glance at the thin, crescent moon puts the time somewhere around 1.

Danzo makes his way past shopfronts, apartments, and fields. His memory of the layout of the village is annoyingly spotty. The streets have changed too much since the Kyuubi's attack, and he does not spend much time in them.

He walks past Hokage tower. The light in Hiruzen's office is on, casting a dim, yellow glow into the air. Danzo does not stop to see him. Soft, tender moments would ruin the sparks between them. He cannot think of anything more unappealing than stopping to relearn everything about the man who puts poison in his tea once a week.

He used to know Hiruzen. It was a mistake. A good shinobi does not have time for sentiment. Teamwork is a strength- relationships are weaknesses.

He wanders the streets for what seems like an eternity, a ghost in the village he has given and will give everything for. He does not regret it. He does not regret anything. He has done everything right.

Like the dull, distant pain in his hip, something tugs at his gut. Danzo ignores it. He knows what he is protecting. He knows why he does the things he does. He does not regret it.

He does not look back at the light in Hiruzen's office. The hair on his neck prickles- he can feel Hiruzen's gaze, how it carefully avoids him, observing the street around him, but not Danzo. A good shinobi has no time for sentiment. Hiruzen may be starting to fall apart in his old age, but lessons he learned alongside Danzo decades ago still stick to him like wet, rotting leaves.

Danzo finds his way to the Shimura Compound. There are heaps of fertilizer sitting in the garden, ready to be mixed into the soil. The smell of rotting leaves dances around the smell of the night. Crickets, hiding in bushes of nightshade, chirp a quiet, steady song.

The siding of the buildings in the compound is all pristine, brown and orange and achingly unfamiliar. Danzo knows how to ignore aches that do not matter. There are twelve in total, each housing one or two families. Danzo knows every name and face of his clan. He has met sparingly few of them.

He does not miss them. He does not miss the way he used to live. He creeps into the house in the center of the compound, past the rooms where the clan head and her four nephews sleep, into his old, dusty office. He will rest here, for the night, only because there is nothing else for him to do.

Danzo reaches across old scraps of paper with shaky writing and sloppy drawings and turns on his old lamp. A dim, yellow glow fills the room. He leans back in his chair. His hip aches. His hands shake. He does not regret anything, but quietly, because there is nothing else to do, he allows himself to feel very, very bad.

The lamp burns, and the leaves rot, and the crickets chirp. Dim yellow light slips through the window and paints stripes through the garden of poisonous plants. Danzo rests, and lets himself ache, and the night drags on.