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#Jon: not the time for SASS young lady-
rae-raewrites · 8 months
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Hi! First off I love you're writing your very talented! And second how do you think the riddlers would react to finding out they have a teenage daughter they never knew about (how inherited there smarts and sass)and something happened to the mom so they have nowhere to go so they track him down.
Oh geez it’s dad angst time😂 this is just a bunch of boys dealing with the younger versions of themselves. Also sorry this took so long anon!
The riddlers finding out they have a teenage daughter
Warning:mentions of death
Arkham
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It was out of pure annoyance when he actually answers the phone after 13 missed calls from Jonathan crane.
So when Jon casually invites him over saying he needs talk to him he’s even more miffed. And then he finds this kid having tea with the dr, who the hell was she-?
“Ah Edward so nice of you to join us,this wonderful young lady has been trying to find some way to reach you.”
The her in question was a rather well put together 16 year old girl who was like a mirror of his younger years. She certainly had his eyes. Eleanor,her name was Eleanor
He’s not stupid and he puts two together quite easily.
Mom gone to cancer,the youngster was left in Gotham to survive on her own with only the understanding that he was her father. Her mother had apparently kept his tie from the fateful evening.
Apart of him him tells himself to just not bother with her,the other stronger side tells him not to be his father
Things are tense at first with moving in. He’s never really shared a space before with anyone so he’s avoidant at first. Not thinking she’s going to be much help with his projects
He is completely surprised when he finds out she knows her way around electronics
But then he realizes the kid has his photographic memory. And his sass……
“When was the last time you took a shower?” “Please explain to me a how a shower will improve any of my plans.” “Simple: you’ll stop me from dying from gross sewer dad smell.”
It irritates the hell out of him but when she start’s jabbing at the other rouges he’s a proud man.
They bond over getting work done,so much time lost yet there making up for it real quick
She created a rather wacky Rubik’s cube that left Batman puzzled for at least two days
Of course he got a kick out of taunting the dork knight while also genuinely being proud of his daughter
It’s hard to get used to hearing the word “dad” in relation to him but it’s a title he “humbly” accepts in the end
BTAS
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He received a knock on his door one extremely sunny morning
Gina found him after his “reformation” and partnership with wacko toys was announced to the public. It wasn’t hard tracking down a man in the spotlight
Edward is of course absolutely stunned by the realization.
To his understanding the girl from metropolis knew the basics of his criminal career. The off traps and puzzles were something well known outside of the city.
He feels out of obligation to take her in,I mean he’s a villain but not a monster. Kid gets say down with some hot coco
Of course when he is brought back to Arkham the poor kid is quick to go and visit him and calm him down as well as work on a way to get him out
He’s rather surprised when he get broken out by jervis and Jonathan and they have him a letter from his prodigy with little xoxo’s and detailed escape plans
When he does get home he pretty much is dead set on teaching her everything he possibly can,how he got the virtual reality set up to work,his more simple traps
Of course just like her dear old dad she’s quick to design some of her own.
“A nothing machine that actually does something……. Out of the box but I adore the ingenuity.” “At least it’s more safe than the vr incident”
BTAA
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It was another day of Eddie not being able to figure something out using the box method,unfortunately sticking two nuclear bombs and a tricycle and an old Macintosh in the box just wasn’t cutting it that day.
Cue Tuesday getting a phone call from Miss autumn at the behest of scarecrow
“Hey Eddie do you have any kids you forgot to tell me about?? “No….why?” “Oh geez”
He’s basically the surprised pikachu face meme when he meets Tina,kid was smart enough to get the drug king pin of Gotham to listen to her.
She looks so much like him!!
Of course he’s still skeptical! I mean any kid can just say there his! (But still!)
That completely disappears when the kid creates her own gizmos that rival her fathers
Of course rivaling his intellect means also rivaling his ability sass and make fun of everyone else
“A toaster with a tv screen?” “I know,I know not my best work.” “Well duh coulda thrown it in Gotham harbor and it would be more useful.”
Of course him and her quickly put their collective mind brains together and craft some rather complex new plans
Tuesday is totally chill with her around especially considering she’s able to chill him out when he’s suffering from writers block
Really Edward just got another child on top of already having miss Tuesday. He loves his two daughters from their two different origins
Zero year
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Moira visited his cell at Arkham shortly after his defeat at zero year
He was already not in the mood for visitors until the determined teen calls him an idiot in a lime colored pimp suit
Hey! He doesn’t need some red headed brat coming in to his cell like she owns the place!
Oh wait…….
Let’s just say that he smartens up real quick to what’s going on.
Initially wants to tell the kid to bug off,he’s got a criminal career to succeed in but she’s quick to point out he doesn’t have anything right now
So they come to an agreement: get him outta there and he’ll maybe let her crash with him for awhile
So color him surprised when she gets him out safe with minimal bruising
Hell she’s pretty damm smart he has to admit,she certainly didn’t get it from her mother
He does ask eventually what became of his ex,a car crash left the poor kid with barely much. He was kinda her best and only option go figure
He’s snarky with the kid for awhile,of course she’s very quick to throw it right back at him
But they quickly start to getting together quite well especially when they DO get into a fight and quickly realize how stupid it was to begin with
I mean c’mon,kid could probably rule Gotham in less than a week. She’s not someone he wants to scorn
She’s a pretty smart kid he guesses (he totally loves her he’s just got an ego)
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Jon, kicking the door open: You two ARE having sex!
Carrie, reading while Thomas is on his phone: really? Thomas, why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve put my book down
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flibbertigiblet · 5 years
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Episode 1: FORESHADOWING GALORE
Was it a perfect episode? No. The pacing is still a bit iffy, the dialogue bland, and important scenes felt rushed/undeveloped. But did it give me hope and/or satisfaction? Yes. Light on action, but heavy on foreshadowing, this episode lays the groundwork for three of our favorite theories – Dark!Dany, Political!Jon, and Jonsa.
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I never thought that we would get all our theories openly confirmed in the first episode. The showrunners are giving us the last moments of calm before the storm, and it makes sense that they allow the viewers to enjoy Jon’s homecoming and the various reunions between several beloved characters before they hit us with the major twists those theories entail. What they do instead is pepper the episode with strong hints of these outcomes. In this post, I’ll be highlighting the plot points and dialogue that support these theories, rather than going through the premiere scene by scene.
Let’s jump right into it. This is a long one.
Arrival at Winterfell
After a heartfelt hug with Bran (and thank the gods that we finally get a semblance of humanity from the Three-Eyed Raven in this), Jon turns to Sansa, who had been watching their reunion with a small but fond smile on her face. As Jon rears up to embrace his “sister”, the camera makes sure to cut away from them to focus on Daenerys and Jorah, watching them from a distance. Bran is kept in frame, observing their reactions. Sansa too, turns her gaze on the newcomers, even as she wraps her arms around Jon.
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I will admit to being disappointed that the reunion hug between Jon and Sansa was much briefer and less intense than what we got in the HBO trailer, but in retrospect, that fact makes me go “hmm”. After all, they chose that particular sequence to be the first and only snippet from S8 to show in that trailer, despite the episode’s truncated version of the hug (or any other scene from the season, really) being a possible option. A photo of this scene shot from yet another angle from a Spanish(?) publication was circulating the internet only days ago. D&D want us to pay special attention to the relationship between Jon and Sansa.
Podrick Dany certainly is.
Dany and Sansa eye each other from across the courtyard, before the former approaches the Starks. As Lyanna Mormont and Lord Royce stare at her with suspicion, Jon makes introductions.
“My sister, Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell.”
“Thank you for inviting us into your home, Lady Stark,” Daenerys says with a fixed smile. “The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed, as are you.” (You know, one way of interpreting this line was that it was Jon who told Dany that Sansa is beautiful. Because, well. She is.)
Sansa is not impressed by the transparent attempt at flattery. She looks Dany up and down and leans back slightly in thinly-veiled disdain, but her words and voice are perfectly civil. “Winterfell is yours, your Grace.” Take note: neither she nor anyone else in the courtyard bends the knee to their would-be queen.
Daenerys doesn’t buy Sansa’s act for a second, but Bran doesn’t have time for this catfight and tells everyone what’s what. The Wall has fallen, and the Army of the Dead (+ dragon) are marching to Winterfell. That sobers them up quickly.
Meeting the Lords
Everyone is gathered in the Great Hall. Pay attention to the framing. At the head table, Sansa has been relegated to Jon’s right, where Davos, as the Hand of the King, used to sit. Daenerys has taken up Sansa’s former seat to his left, where the Lady of Winterfell typically sits. In this first shot, however, Dany is standing by the fireplace, leaving a visual and metaphorical gap between the Northern pair and Team Dany, represented by Tyrion, who is seated at the far end of the table.
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As acting leader of Winterfell, Sansa is the one running the meeting. She establishes the fact that she has called on all the banners to retreat to Winterfell, and asks for an update from Lord Umber, last of that once-mighty House. A young boy no older than Bran was in season 1 pops his head out from behind one of the nameless Lords. He is small, and cute, and has been singled out by the script, so clearly he is doomed.
He addresses first Sansa - “We need more horses and wagons, my Lady,” – then Jon – “and my Lord,” – who flashes him a quick smile – “and my Queen.” – and only then Daenerys, who does not love being third on this list. “Sorry,” apologizes awkwardly. His business is sorted out, and he is sent off.
Jon instructs Maester Wolkan to send ravens to the Night’s Watch to summon them to Winterfell. “At once, Your Grace,” says the man, out of habit, probably, but it’s all the excuse Lyanna Mormont needs to stand up to sass Jon for renouncing his crown (mostly because D&D have designated her the improbable mouthpiece of the North and have not bothered to introduce us to any of the other lords).
Jon tries to make his case, but nobody is convinced, not even when Tyrion tags himself in. As he tries to sway the Northern lords, the camera cuts to the other three – Jon in between the two women, Stark and Targaryen, black and white. They really couldn’t be more obvious about the symbolism here, but in case you missed it, the showrunners give us more evidence that we’re not about to get The Hair Braiding That Was Promised.
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Sansa is facing the lords, addressing Tyrion, but is clearly speaking to Daenerys when she asks just how Winterfell is supposed to feed Team Dany’s massive armies and the dragons. Like the responsible leader that she is – take notes, kiddos – Sansa had spent the past few months stockpiling supplies to help her people through winter. Was the North expected to support these newcomers too? “What do dragons eat, anyway?”
“Whatever they want,” says Dany.
The two women look at each other with no further pretense at friendliness. Battle lines have been drawn.
(Jon sits there, pretending not to notice.)
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A Proposed Proposal
Davos, Varys and Tyrion are discussing how to salvage the alliance between their respective sides. Davos tells the others that Northerners do not trust easily, that this trust needs to be earned. But he is hopeful that it can happen. “On the off chance that we survive the Night King, what if the Seven Kingdoms, for once in their whole shit history, were ruled by a just woman and an honorable man?”
He is talking about a possible marriage between Jon and Dany, but at this point the audience knows the truth of their relationship, and by the end of the episode – spoiler – Jon does too. Whether or not the GA realizes it yet, this makes the conversation equally applicable to the Jonsa side of the triangle.
Plus, le gasp! A Stark-Targaryen marriage? How dreadfully romantic.*
*Okay, I am actually strongly anti-Rhaegar, but the show plays them as some kind of grand romantic pairing so I will try to contain my antipathy for the purposes of this review.
A Darker Turn
Down at the courtyard, Daenerys is feeling somewhat put upon.
“Your sister doesn’t like me.”
Jon tries to mollify her. “She doesn’t know you. If it makes you feel any better, she didn’t like me either when we were growing up.”
“She doesn’t need to be my friend. But I am her queen. If she can’t respect me…”
WHAT, DANY? IF SANSA CAN’T RESPECT YOU, WHAT WILL YOU DO?
We’ve been saying it for a long while now, but guys. Dark!Dany is coming. While certain elements of the fandom persist in denying the obvious trajectory of her character arc, the foreboding undertone of this line is hard to ignore. What made this even more chilling was that she said this to Jon, a member of her family, who doesn’t yet know at this point in the episode what Dany’s extreme reaction tends to be for insubordination.
(Oh, but we know.)
When Sam learns of what Daenerys did to his father and brother, he could barely hold it together long enough to excuse himself from her presence before falling apart. Despite what Dany stans would have you think, this is a perfectly human and normal reaction to hearing such dreadful news. Also human and understandable? Mistrusting the kind of ruler who would execute a man for not bending the knee. Especially since Sam has personally seen a more humane sort of leadership before in Jon, who he later urges to take up his birthright as the true heir to the Iron Throne.
Other metas have discussed Dany’s approach to leadership and her increasingly draconian (an apt word, no?) attitude towards what she feels is her rightful position as Queen of the 7K. That she can and will take what is hers. A sense of entitlement not dissimilar to that which she attributed to her dragons earlier in that public display which did not endear her to her Northern subjects…
Side note: We’ve seen the indiscriminate destruction that an unchecked dragon can reap before when one of them – then only half-grown – killed the young daughter of a goatherd in Meereen. We even received a handy reminder of this straight from the mouth of Dany’s staunchest supporter and ally only in the episode before this one: “Dragons don’t understand the difference between what is theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children…letting them roam free around the city was a problem.” – Jorah Mormont, S07E07.
And because it hasn’t been hammered into our heads enough, we are reminded of this again later on, when her Dothraki riders list exactly how much her dragons had consumed just that same day (“only eighteen goats and eleven sheep”, which apparently means “the dragons are barely eating”). This is followed by a powerful shot of said dragons surrounded by the charred bones of the livestock that could have fed dozens of people.
The same people who cowered as the dragons flew over Mole’s Town, and whose fear she appeared to relish.
Foreshadowing much?
That Dragon Flying Scene
Oh boy. I’ll be honest. I wasn’t excited to see this one at all. In the end it was both more and less awful than I imagined it would be. The dragon riding scene is bound to be controversial. Thrilling to some, pandering of the worst kind to others. To me, it smacks of fanservice, but let’s give the show the benefit of the doubt and try to parse its storytelling purpose in the greater scheme of things.
Despite Daenerys’ unsubtle threat towards Sansa in the previous scene – which Jon was conveniently prevented from addressing due to the interruption of the Dothraki – and the sight of Drogon and Rhaegal apparently sulking whilst surrounded by the remains of the food they are “barely eating”, the showrunners made the odd decision to play this scene with a note of levity.
Out of nowhere, Dany oh-so-casually encourages her lover to try riding her dragon, a foolhardy decision based on what, exactly? The one time Jon had a moment with one of her “gorgeous beast(s)”? Dany teases him about his initial reluctance, and laughs at his ungraceful attempts to hang on as the two dragons freewheel over the snow-covered lands of the North before landing in front of a beautiful waterfall for a “romantic” moment.
In dialogue calling back to Jon and Ygritte’s famous cave scene (listen, are D&D just going to troll us by recycling  all of Jon’s best hits?):
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“We could stay a thousand years, says Daenerys, looking back at Jon. “No one would find us.”
“We’d be pretty old,” says Jon with uncharacteristic humor.
I believe Jon’s lightheartedness stems as much from his being home with his family at long last as the thrill of dragonriding with a pretty girl by his side. The two flirt using cheesy lines straight out of bad fanfiction before sharing a kiss which I suppose will please the stans.
Not me, though. Romantic music playing in the background or not, like in boatbang, the supposed passion of the moment is interrupted by a third party which makes the whole thing awkward. The final shot of Jon’s eyes widening as he sees Rhaegal staring directly at him as he kisses the Dragon Queen made me snort, but it is unclear whether it was played for a laugh, is meant to underline the awkwardness of this romance, or be an ominous portent of the revelations to come.
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And Now For the Good Stuff
That terrible unnecessary Disneyfied brightly lit, panoramic, even mildly comedic sequence contrasted sharply with the scene between Jon and Sansa only minutes later. We are treated to a Jonsa staple: a warm, candlelit scene full of tension, fluttering eyelashes, and heaving bosoms. This time, the air is shimmering with a new emotion – jealousy.
The two start off by discussing a message from Lord Glover, who “wishes (them) good fortune but he’s staying in Deepwood Motte with his men.” This immediately sparks an argument between them about Jon having bent the knee. They’ve had variations of this fight before, and to be honest, it’s a little tired. While I fully understand Sansa’s reservations about the presence of Dany and her armies in the North in terms of logistics, I tend to be more sympathetic to Jon’s insistence that the discussion on Northern independence needs to take a back seat for the moment given the gravity of the threats they are facing. But Sansa clings stubbornly to this old argument, and she (rather unfairly) lays the blame for Lord Glover’s desertion at Jon’s feet (let’s blame who is really at fault here, Sansa – the disloyal lord himself).
But of course, that’s not really what they’re fighting about.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to abandon your crown,” she says, voice shaking with anger as she turns her back on Jon.
Jon, frustrated, moves several steps closer. “I never wanted a crown. All I wanted was to protect the North. I brought two armies home with me, two dragons.”
Sansa spins around. “And a Targaryen queen?” she spits out.
Ah, and here we come to what appears to be the true cause of her wrath. Jon reminds Sansa that without Daenerys (and her martial strength), they don’t stand a chance against the Army of the Dead. Sansa is silent. She cannot argue the need for the armies and the dragons, but she takes particular exception to the woman who leads them. Why, Sansa? TELL US WHY.
It’s in their eyes as much as their words.
Jon heaves a deep sigh, closes his eyes. “Do you have any faith in me at all?” (Y’all, this line just about broke my heart cause he just wants her to love trust him.)
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Sansa’s eyes are soft and slightly glassy. “You know I do.”
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Jon takes another step or two towards Sansa, never breaking their gaze. “She’ll be a good queen. For all of us.” His eyes move away briefly. “She’s not her father.”
Sansa looks down, gathering herself with a deep breath. “No, she’s much prettier.”
Jon gives a pained smile of acknowledgment. It is his turn to avoid her stare.
“Did you bend the knee to save the North?” Sansa asks him, her eyes unfocused. “Or because you love her?”
Jon glances up at Sansa, but doesn’t respond.
END SCENE.
(Let’s give a standing ovation to Sophie and Kit for acting the hell out of this scene. I want a hundred gifs of this, people. Please get on it.)
The subtext is rich, rich, rich, my Jonsas. The dream is still alive.
One Last Thought - The Importance of Sansa Stark
Nothing made me happier than seeing our Queen in the North Lady of Winterfell given all the credit and respect that is her due after seasons of anti bullshit. See:
The people’s deference to her position and the role that she plays in the North
Tyrion’s acknowledgment of her survival skills - “Many underestimated you. Most of them are dead now.”
Arya’s steadfast defense of her - “She’s the smartest person I ever met.” - when Jon (Jon???) himself was expressing frustration towards her (check out @athimbleful 's recent ask for an explanation for Jon’s behavior in this scene)
Even Dany’s behaviour towards Sansa (first with that cringey introduction), and later when she singles her out for not “respecting” her, despite the fact that none of the Northern lords were showing her any warmth is an indication of her awareness of Sansa’s alpha status, which is right and just and exactly as it should be.
As recent promo materials, cast interviews, etc. seem be strongly pro-Sansa, I am reasonably optimistic that this all bodes well for our girl. For that alone, I will breathe a little easier...
...at least for one more week.
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kitten1618x · 5 years
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GoT Afterthoughts ep. 08x01 ‘Winterfell’(Part 2)
Okay, well now that I’ve gotten some sleep, let us continue, shall we?
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So we left off with the Great Hall sass-fest between Dany and Sansa, who clearly have gotten off on the wrong foot. Not gonna lie, I’m enjoying this jealous, very snappy side of Sansa. Remember when I told you all last season that it would take the threat of Dany encroaching upon what Sansa perceived as hers — her home, her closeness with Jon and her place by his side — for us to start seeing her feelings begin to emerge? Well my friends, I believe its begun, and it’s only going to get worse as the season progresses. Sophie did say that Sansa’s fight this season was a more passionate one...
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As for Dany’s reply? I’m sure that I don’t have to tell y’all how highly inappropriate it was. Not that i begrudge homegirl a saucy clapback, but that’s probably not the best thing to tell an entire room full of people who don’t particularly trust you yet, and know how dangerous and unpredictable your dragons are. And let’s not forget that the dragons actually have eaten people before, so it’s really nothing to joke and/or scoff about. For me, it harkens on Jorah’s comments in the season 7 finale regarding why the Dragon Pit was constructed...
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“Dragons don’t understand the difference between what’s there’s and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children...”
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So for Dany to make such a flippant statement just to get a one-up on Sansa isn’t a very bright move, imo.
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We move out into the courtyard where Gendry has taken charge of the task of unloading the stock of Dragonglass. Tyrion watches him from the battlements, and spies Sansa and Lord Royce. Their reunion was always going to be awkward due to the circumstances they parted on, but I suppose Tyrion feels like there’s no time like the present to get it out of the way, and approaches them. Bless Lord Royce for watching out for Lady Stark. ❤️ He leaves only when she indicates that it’s alright.
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They exchange some terse pleasantries, and Tyrion learns rather quickly that Sansa is no longer the meek young girl he once knew. While she remains polite, she doesn’t watch her tone nor shy away from saying exactly what’s on her mind. This is her home and he’s on her turf now.
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They share a few barbs about the purple wedding and Sansa apologizes for leaving so abruptly. It’s really just a formality, and Tyrion knows it, judging by his reply. Is he resentful that she left him holding the bag? I’m not rightly sure, to be honest, and she doesn’t clarify on the circumstances she left under, either. He wasn’t back in season 4, but people do change, along with their perspectives.
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“Many have underestimated you, most of them are dead now.”
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Well if that isn’t some kind of ominous foreshadowing shit, I don’t know what is? It’s also the truth, so Team Dracarys beware!
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Tyrion attempts to quell the fear he’s certain she must have about the Lannister army coming to Winterfell, and Sansa calls him out for trusting Cersei. He tries to explain that he believes this time is different because Cersei has something to live for now. I know everyone thinks this is a nod to the possibility of Cersei being pregnant — but what if it’s something else? What if it’s her revenge that’s keeping Cersei going? It has in the past... I mean, this is Cersei we’re talking about, and at this point I’m just throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks. lol
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In any event, Sansa gives a subtle shake of her head and leaves him with some striking words that are sure to cut Tyrion deep in his pride (beings that he ‘drinks and he knows things’ and puts a lot of stock in his own perceived cleverness): “I used to think you were the most cleverest man alive.” Ouch.
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My girl is really out here snatching these wigs left and right!
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Sansa walks off leaving Tyrion to ice that sick burn... perhaps he can cool it with that frigid stare Bran is giving him from the courtyard below? Methinks something is amiss, and methinks Bran is gonna be pulling the receipts soon. Either way, it’s hard not to be a little freaked out by Bran, and Tyrion certainly looks the part here.
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We move to the Godswood where Jon stands alone before the heart tree. He looks upset. I mean, he is Broody McBroodster and all, but what’s got my precious snowflake son so pensive? He did manage to secure ‘the greatest army the world has ever seen and two large dragons’ after all, and (supposedly) spent the last month ‘balls deep’ in his auntie D, so what could be troubling him? How long do you guys have? lol AND WHERE THE FUCK IS GHOST?
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Arya sneaks up on him, telling him he used to be taller, and my heart just grew three times its size. 💗 They lunge into a hug reminiscent of the first season when they parted ways as young, naive Starklings, and dear lord, either I’m the grinch who stole Christmas, or I better call a cardiologist!! Jon even squeezes his eyes shut and looks like he’s fighting back tears! Gahhhhhhhh!!!!!
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Of course Jon sees that Arya still has Needle. He asks if she’s used it yet, and she... omits the truth. For whatever reason, Arya isn’t ready to share this part of herself with Jon yet, and it makes my heart hurt so much for her loss of innocence. AND THESE MOTHERFUCKERS BETTER LEAVE MY REMAINING STARKLINGS ALONE IS2G!!
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Jon shows off Longclaw, and jfc, these two dorks look so cute with their matching Ned Stark hairdos and their dramatic-ass eyebrows, here beneath the heart tree in Winterfell, and ahhhhhhhh! Okay, okay, I’m done gushing... for now.
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Anyway, shits about to get a little weird here... Jon gestures with his hand then bends down, placing that hand on Arya’s shoulder and pulls her in as if he’s about to share a secret and asks where she was before, ‘cos he coulda used her help earlier with Sansa. I say weird because that’s the vibe I got, especially when Arya physically turns her head to look at his hand when he places it there, like she’s onto him or something. She even knows exactly what he’s referring to when she states very matter-of-factly, “she doesn’t like your Queen, does she?”
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It’s all very condescending (and cut me some slack, because I’m not even sure that’s the right word here) — but his mannerisms, the way he sort of mocks Sansa about thinking she’s smarter than everyone, then seems taken aback when Arya defends her—when Jon, himself, knows damn well that Sansa is quite smart, and has even said so.
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I was ready to climb into my tv and box Jonathan’s ears until it dawned on me just how isolated he must feel right now. The man has literally given up everything for what he holds most dear: his family and the North, only to be met with disappointment from those he cares the most about. And yes, especially Sansa, whom he constantly seeks validation from. His brooding in the Godswood makes a bit more sense now, as does his need to get his old confidant ‘sibling’ on his ‘side’—however immature it may be.
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I could be wrong, of course, but my opinion only solidifies when Arya tells him that Sansa is only defending her family, and Jon suddenly drops the act and replies softly, “I’m her family, too.”
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With a small smile, she pulls her needy validation-seeking big bro back in for another hug and tells him, “Don’t forget that,” as the camera pans back on Jon’s face and we see the emotional impact her words have on him as he squeezes his eyes shut.
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We cut to Kings Landing where Cersei watches the arrival of Euron’s Fleet. Qyburn brings her the news that the AotD have broken through the wall, as to which she replies with an emotionless, “Good,” before we cut to Euron sharing words with the commander of the Golden Company.
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He goes below deck to taunt Yara a bit — ‘blah blah blah, and balls and first I’m gonna fuck the queen.’ And I do love Euron, and I don’t know why, but he talks way too fucken much and doesn’t really say much of anything.
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Cersei receives them in the throne room and is very disappointed that the Golden Company didn’t bring the elephants she was expecting. She dismisses them, but Euron has other ideas (as he expressed to his niece earlier on the ship). Cersei basically tells him to piss off with an excellent quote if I may say:
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“If you want a whore, buy one. If you want a queen, earn her.”
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But she’s not the only one prone to manipulating situations, and I get the feeling she knows that Euron’s loyalties are sketchy at best — and so we are given the impression that she relents, when she turns back, and Euron makes it past the Mountain unscathed.
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Now we’re in Bronn’s room—whom I guess has taken up residence within the Red Keep? He’s about to get his 4-way on, but the girls keep chatting on about the Lannister soldiers that were maimed by Drogon in the field of fire 2.0 — specifically Eddie, a ginger boy who’s eyelids were burned right off. I assume this was one of the young boys Arya met on her way to kill the queen before she changed her mind? Probably Ed Sheeren.
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Arya is not going to be happy about this.
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Qyburn interrupts this tepid display of GoT sex (still hotter than floppy chicken sex) with a special request from the queen. He’s got the crossbow Tyrion used to kill Tywin, and a mission for Bronn. Will he carry it out? Change sides? Is this possibly how the kidnap!plot unfolds (for those of you who have considered it)? Only time will tell.
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And speaking of such — I’m only 30 minutes into the episode and this has gotten looooooong again. Have I always been this long-winded in my recaps?
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I’m gonna go ahead and publish this since it’s already a day late. Maybe I’ll have the whole recap finished before the new episode airs?! KIDDING! But seriously, I’m sorry guys... battling illness myself with sick kids and I’m trying here, I swear!!
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Septa Mordane - the root of all evil?
In my opinion there is one really underestimated character whenever we speak about Sansa and Arya, their self images and the relationship between them in the books. So can we take a moment here to appreciate the disaster that is Septa Mordane?
Septa Mordane? What’s up with her? You might ask. Isn’t she this nice nun character on the show who has to put up with Arya AND to be subjected to all that adolecent petulance and sass from Sansa? And doesn’t she bear it all with remarkable -if not sometimes exasperated - composure, and in the end stood between Sansa and the Lannister soldiers and told her to run and bar the door?
Yes, that’s the show version (for some reason). And then there is the Septa Mordane of the book, and she is a different creature entirely. All the clever things she told Sansa on the show - Forget about them. Didn’t happen.
Septa Mordane of the books is like THAT teacher or THAT family member. The one who played favourites and liked to put children down by comparing them to other, better children; making the “bad” child resent not only the adult but also the child that it is being compared with.
I’ve tried to find all of the Septa Mordane appearances in AGoT and select the interesting ones. Please let me know if I’ve left something out.
We meet her first in AGoT, Arya I:
“Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands.” When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. “Arya has the hands of a blacksmith.”
That chapter is just full of Septa Mordane being awful to Arya.
“Arya glanced through the room, worried that Septa Mordane might have read her thoughts, but the septa was paying her no attention today. She was sitting with the Princess Myrcella, all smiles and admiration. It was not often that the septa was privileged to instruct a royal princess in the womanly arts, as she had said when the queen brought Princess Myrcella to join them. Arya thought that Myrcella’s stitches looked a little crooked too, but you would never know it from the way Septa Mordane was cooing.”
We now know that the septa sucks up to royalty.
A few moments later:
“”Sansa sighed as she stitched. “Poor Jon,” she said. “He gets jealous because he’s a bastard.”
“He’s our brother,” Arya said much too loudly. Her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room.
Septa Mordane raised her eyes. She had a bony face, sharp eyes, and a thin lipless mouth made for frowning. It was frowning now. “What are you talking about, children?”
“Our half-brother,” Sansa corrected, soft and precise. She smiled for the septa. “Arya and I were remarking on how pleased we were to have the princess with us today,” she said.
Septa Mordane nodded. “Indeed. A great honour for us all.” Princess Myrcella smiled uncertainly at the compliment. “Arya, why aren’t you at work?” the septa asked. She rose to her feet, starched skirts rustling as she started across the room. “Let me see your stitches.”
Arya wanted to scream. It was just like Sansa to go and attract the septa’s attention.
The septa examined the fabric. “Arya, Arya, Arya,” she said. “This will not do. This will not do at all.”
What this chapter shows us:
- Sansa tries to smooth things out
- Arya blames Sansa for attracting Mordane’s attention, when it was obviously herself that did it.
- Septa Mordane puts Arya down in front of others. A lot.
I really wonder who’s the source of
- the discord between Arya and Sansa
- a lot of Arya’s self esteem issues?
- who gave the steward’s daughter the impression that she would get away with calling the lord’s daughter names
(Okay, that’s a lie. I think it’s pretty clear who that was)
But that was just Arya, right. And Arya would have been a handful for any septa. Sansa remembers her fondly, so she must have been much better with Sansa, right? Right?
Nope.
Here we are on the Kingsroad, AGoT, Sansa I:
“”I’ve never seen an aurochs,” Sansa said, feeding a piece of bacon to Lady under the table. The direwolf took it from her hand, as delicate as a queen.
Septa Mordane sniffed in dissaproval. “A noble lady does not feed dogs at her table,” she said, breaking another piece of comb and letting the honey drip down onto her bread.
“She’s not a dog, she’s a direwolf,” Sansa pointed out as Lady licked her fingers with a rough tongue. “Anyway Father said we could keep them with us if we want.”
The septa was not appeased. “You’re a good girl, Sansa, but I do vow, when it comes to that creature you’re as willful as your sister Arya.” She scowled.
“And where is Arya this morning?”
“She wasn’t hungry,” Sansa said, knowing full well that her sister had probably stolen down to the kitchen hours ago and wheedled a breakfast out of some cook’s boy.
“Do remind her to dress nicely today. The grey velvet, perhaps. We are all invited to ride with the queen and Princess Myrcella in the royal wheelhouse, and we must look our best.”
So here we have:
- Basically Septa Mordane teaching Sansa that her sister is bad. So bad that being compared with her is something that should be avoided.
- Sansa covering for her sister. Take note, Sansa haters.
- The septa tasking Sansa with finding and dressing Arya for polite company, while she herself continues her breakfast (a few sentenses down). A task which we know Sansa will fail at (But haters, please try to remember this when you’re nitpicking Sansa’s thoughts on Arya on the next page. It isn’t much of a wonder that Sansa is annoyed with her sister).
(I also note how Sansa sounds like she would like to see an aurochs for herself, and how she stands up to the septa on the wolf’s behalf. She’s not just a docile creature - She has her fair share of defiance that she is repressing to fit into the perfect lady mould.)
We’ll move on.
AGoT, Sansa II
We’re at the Hand’s Tourney now:
““Jory looks a beggar among these others,” Septa Mordane sniffed when he appeared. Sansa could only agree.
Yes, I do wonder where Sansa’s tendency to judge people by appearance came from, and why it wasn’t checked by her caretakers.
“Jeyne covered her eyes like a frightened little girl, but Sansa was made of sterner stuff. A great lady knew how to behave at tournaments. Even Septa Mordane notes her composure and nodded in approval.”
Okay, so the septa isn’t actually doing anything wrong here, I just included it to show how badly Sansa wants to live up to the image of a great lady, and how much she craves approval.
And after the first day of the tourney, there’s the feast:
“Even Septa Mordane was helpless before him; when he sang his little song about the High Septon, she laughed so hard she spilled wine on herself.”
Yep, the septa is drunk.
“She looked for Septa Mordane, and was startled to find her with her head on the table, snoring soft and ladylike snores.
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Sansa could feel the Hound watching her. “Did you think Joff was going to take you himself?” He laughed. He had a laugh like the snarling of dogs in a pit. “Small chance of that.” He pulled her unresisting to her feet. “Come, you’re not the only one needs sleep. I’ve drunk too much, and I may need to kill my brother tomorrow.” He laughed again.
Suddenly terrified, Sansa pushed at Septa Mordane’s shoulder, hoping to wake her, but she only snored the louder. King Robert had stumbled off and half the benches were suddenly empty. The feast was over, and the beautiful dream had ended with it.”
Here we have 11 year old Sansa on her own, having to be walked home, alone with a drunk Hound, because her chaperone has gotten drunk and fallen asleep at the table - Sansa needing a chaperone being the only reason the septa was present in the first place.
So, when she isn’t bullying one of the girls, she is neglecting her duties towards the other.
Moving on again.
AGoT, Sansa III
“Her father’s decision still bewildered her. When the Knight of Flowers had spoken up, she’d been sure she was about to see one of Old Nan’s stories come to life. Ser Gregor was the monster and Ser Loras the true hero who would slay him. He even looked a true hero, so slim and beautiful, with golden roses around his slender waist and his rich brown hair tumbling down into his eyes. And then Father had refused him! It had upset her more than she could tell. She had said as much to Septa Mordane as they descended the stairs from the gallery, but the septa had only told her it was not her place to question her lord father’s decisions.”
This would have been a perfect time to talk to her young charge about how real life isn’t a story, and how looking and acting the part of a storybook knight doesn’t mean that you are the most capable. But no. Sansa gets the polite equivalent of “shut up and don’t worry your pretty little head with things you don’t understand.” Sure, they are in a public place - as we see from Littlefinger overhearing. But surely it should have been talked about when they got back to their chambers. Sansa isn’t allowed to ask questions, and the septa isn’t trying to teach her things about the world she is supposed to live in, other than how to get by on her courtesies.
And later that chapter:
“She turned to Septa Mordane, who was eating porridge with a wooden spoon. “Septa, will Lord Beric spike Ser Gregor’s head on his own gate or bring it back here for the king?” She and Jeyne Poole had been arguing over that last night.
The septa was horror-struck. “A lady does not discuss such things over her porridge. Where are your courtesies, Sansa? I swear, of late you’ve been near as bad as your sister.”
“What did Gregor do?” Arya asked.
Nice one. Septa Mordane is scolding Sansa by liking her with being “near as bad as Arya”. Right in front of Arya.
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Look, it’s not like Septa Mordane didn’t do any good at all. She did teach Sansa one important lesson that she continues to draw strenght from - the thing that she uses to survive King’s Landing:
“Joffrey frowned. Sansa felt that she ought to say something. What was it that Septa Mordane used to tell her? A lady’s armor is courtesy, that was it. She donned her armor and said, “I’m sorry my lady mother took you captive, my lord.” (Sansa, ACoK)
It kind of pales in comparison with all the other things Sansa could have benefited from knowing before being shipped off to the lion’s den. Sansa might remember her septa fondly - clearly, she was more than a teacher to her; she was the adult who was responsible for her most hours of the day during her childhood. But she also seems to have been the source of much of the way Sansa percieves the world. Still, using courtesies to shield her was the only defence she had during all her time in King’s Landing.
And Septa Mordane was put to a hard task with Arya. Even Ned said so. And it’s not like septas were given any education in child psychology before being made to take care of other people’s children. She’s not the only one who doesn’t understand that comparing children damages their self esteem AND the relationship between them - Catelyn Stark does it too.
“Her mother used to say she could be pretty if she would just wash and brush her hair and take more care with her dress, the way her sister did.” (The Blind Girl, ADwD)
Clearly we can’t just blame everything on Septa Mordane. But still, the quotes are there. You judge for yourselves.
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was that [MARINA MOSCHEN]? oh no no, that was just [LYANNA MORMONT], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [GAME OF THRONES]. they are [TWENTY] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.
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how long has your character been here?
around four months.
what is your character's job?
she’s working as a waitress.
where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?
after her death, but aged up.
has any magic affected your character?
well, she’s not dead anymore - which is a great start.
other information?
oh hello it me again.
as stated by the mormont’s themselves, the family/house was a small one, but full of great pride and lyanna was no exception to this rule. more than that, the quote of: ‘the women are the strong ones, truly’ applies to her and the near entirety of her house, which was made up of several strong women who have made the best of their lands and did what was in the best interest of the people on bear island.
she is a half-sibling to her sisters, as the girls would all claim their fathers were bears and none of them would ever admit to whether they were legitimate or not. that was the beauty of bear island and the pride the mormont’s had - it didn’t matter who their fathers were, because the women were the rulers and their house as a whole did things differently than that of others in westeros.
as was custom, lyanna was taught how to be a lady - but also how to be a warrior and how to sharpen her tongue, as well as her appearance. she became a commanding little girl, who demanded attention when she walked into a room, and never once did she let a single person speak over her barring her mother and older sisters, from whom she learned over the years. she proved not only to be skilled with her words and her observations, but also with a bow and arrow, a short sword, and a knife when it needed to be used.
the commanding girl became a commanding young woman in more than one sense of the word. not simply with her words, keenly spoken, and her presence, honed to intimidation - but when her sisters and mother left to aid the starks, lyanna was placed in charge of bear island. she learned much of ruling in her younger days and proved to be a reliable leader, one who wasted little time with small talk and spent more of her valuable time helping those in need. 
it was lyanna who dared give her vote of confidence to a bastard, jon snow, making him a king in the north. it was lyanna who pushed for her people to learn how to fight. and when the white walkers came, she fought as valiantly as any man - and gave her life for westeros and her people.
she knew right away when she arrived in washington that it wasn’t her world. technology, starbucks, instagram - all of it was foreign to lyanna. 
she’s had a little trouble adapting the more she recalls of her history, but she’s still completely ferocious. she stuck out like a sore thumb in a room full of men back in westeros because of her true lack of sugar coating her words and what she thought - and she still likely does in this place, too. she is almost always incredibly unimpressed by what she sees, and has been taking the new technology and advancements in stride, with a little frustration. she’s every bit the lady she was taught to be in some ways - but only when she wants to be. her resting bitch face, brutally blunt phrases and how stubborn she is will turn people off. she’s not for everyone, and that doesn’t bother her. what bothers her is finding a place in this world, because she knew her place in westeros. here, though, it’s new and changed. at least, though, lyanna is the type who won’t waste your time, and her no-nonsense attitude is often tinged with sass, which is fun to play with.
i’ll take everything for her, honestly!! give the ferocious she-bear some love, and she’ll probably... well, just give it to you straight.
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I've been considering writing regency romance for ages, and one thing I can never decide is whether to use more modern language/turns of phrase or try to make it more Jane-Austeny style. (e.g. contractions: "It's too late, she's gone" vs "It is too late, she has gone.")
I have an answer for this!
So! I read a lot of regency because it’s like, the best romance genre. I read three types:
1: Austin and Heyer - these are your technical queens, reading Georgette Heyer will improve your Regency lingo like NOTHING ELSE, she is IMO, the greatest Regency author of all time. Heyer keeps it proper, Austin keeps it readable. Read both. Also if you can stand the fact that it’s unfinished, read Gaskells Wives and Daughters. 
2: Modern sexy-times - Stephanie Laurens and Julia Quinn. These are modern women writing in this genre and they are more story driven, less about the ‘proper’ way of things and more likely to be readable to modern women. ie: Heyers men can be sexist / overpowered because like... men were back then? They also use more modern writing styles because thats how we write now. Def more modern women, they’ve got more spunk and more ‘modern’ attitudes to events than the classics. 
3: Mills and Boon / Harlequin Romances / Bodice Rippers - you know the type. Gimmie that costume porn, basically. They write either OTT proper or modern sass and both are amazing and readable and....
My point is... what do you want to write? I’m going for a modern take on the genre. I’ve got a modern heroine and a non-asshole of a dude. They have conversations that you don’t see in Austin or Gaskell. My first book is all married sex but book 2 sure as hell aint - UNHEARD OF FOR HAYER. I’m trying to keep my ‘spoken’ parts as formal as possible in FORMAL situations and slightly less rigid over breakfast and between friends:
“My father would never have thought to inform me of such matters, My Lord”
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“Shut up, Robert, you’ve never been anything but a pain in my hide,” Jon laughed, dodging the book his friend tossed at his head with an indignant snort.
So what it comes down to is this: just like nowadays, keep the formal language for the formal conversations and for when your characters are not sure how to act, and the informal language for friends and comfortable situations. oldtimey people also code-switched.
If you’ve seen the Kira Knightly P&P, see how Lizzie acts when she’s with Jane vs how she acts with Lady Catherine. 
Also, READ READ READ. You’ll pick up slang and ‘on-dits’ and know when to call someone a ‘cit’ or a ‘toady’ and you’ll know why your hero doesn’t want a pair of highsteppers from Tattersalls, or why your heroine is laughing behind her hand when she sees some young buck trying to flirt with the latest Diamond of the ton....
Book recs: 
The Toll Gate by Heyer - this is my FAVE book of hers, her hero is a giant dork who legit falls head over heels over his lady the instant he sees her. It’s also got a really good mystery plot which is nice too. 
These Old Shades and The Devils Cub by Heyer - I personally don’t rate Shades but it’s about the DAD from Devils Cub which I have read at least 20 times, and it’s also based more in France which might be good for you to get that powdered wig goodness, which you don’t really get in Regency. Cub is just... wanna see a fucking asshole of a dude get shot by a girl? wanna see him get fucking twisted up in love and not know how to cope? reeeead ittttt.
P&P and Persuasion - Austin. Of course you’ve read them, but like, read them again just because. I’ve read P&P so many times I can quote it, but sometimes I think I like Persuasion more because I just.... that sexual tension.... 
Stephaine Laurens writes about the same Family - so Start with Devils Bride. The later ones I’m not so hooked on and there are a couple of ... naaaaah moments at some points, but they are good if you don’t expect Heyers level of amazing.
Julia Quinn also writes about interweaving characters and some are really great - you can pretty much pick any of hers up and start reading, but I like ‘How To Marry a Marquis’ just because it’s almost like ‘girl reads a cosmo article on how to snag a hubby’
ANY purple (these are the ‘historical romances’) mills and boon - time to get to the charity shops and get to buying them for 50p. 
once you read these, you’ll see that HOW you write isn’t as important as WHAT you write and it’ll all just... come together. Don’t fall into a trap of thinking you can’t have a character say - ‘well shit’ or have a lady tell someone she can’t be bothered. write it. then later, if it’s too jarring or you spy someone saying ‘oh, worm’, edit it out for something more appropriate. 
but the important thing.... is to write it. 
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zutaralesbian · 6 years
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top 5 luke moments, top 5 maxanne scenes, top 5 things you'd fix from got
Oooh thanks!
Top 5 Luke moments:
1. “I’m a jedi, like my father before me.” This is such an obvious choice and probably what 95% of the Luke stans on here would say is their favorite Luke scene, but I don’t care. I have to list it is as my #1 because it’s simply the best. It encompasses one of the main reasons that I love Luke so much as a character…he’s a main male protagonist whose biggest strength is his compassion and refusal to give in to darkness. In most other sci-fi adventures this kind of scenario would end with the male protagonist killing both of the antagonists, but with Luke, he wins by doing the exact opposite. The only time he’s provoked into violence during the entire scene is when Vader threatens Leia, but he picks himself back up at the end and stands by his convictions, not allowing the Emperor to drag him into the same trap that his father fell into. And it’s his complete refusal to fall into the dark side that inspires Anakin/Vader, someone whose been completely consumed by darkness for over twenty years, to drag himself out of that hole in order to save his son. It’s just…amdkndknd. I can go on forever about why I love that scene. If I ever have a son, Luke is the kind of character that I would want him to aspire to be like. 
2. The scene in ESB where he completely abandons his jedi training to go save Han and Leia, despite both Obi-Wan and Yoda telling him not to. This is a significant scene that sets Luke apart from the majority of the other jedi…he ultimately follows his heart over what’s “wise” or “responsible”. He leaves,probably very prepared to die, to save the people he loves. He’s mostly untrained but Han and Leia are in danger, so he has to at least try to save them. Further proof that he’d never fall into that “no attachments” BS. 
3. All of those scenes where he sassed Jabba during ROTJ. “I warn you not to underestimate my power”. It’s like, after he found out that Darth Vader is his father, he stopped giving a fuck and turned into a beast lol. 
4. His duel with Vader in ESB. It’s hard to watch that scene because it’s so clear that Luke is physically outmatched, but what I always found admirable about that scene is that he still never gives up. Vader says “it’s useless to resist”  but Luke continues to resist. He gets the “soft cinnamon roll” label a lot but my son is also a fighter. 
5. All of his interactions with Artoo and Threepio. The first time I watched ANH, I actually originally thought that Leia was going to be my favorite character (as of now, she is my second fave) but one thing that stood out to me about Luke in ANH was how he talked to Artoo and Threepio. While everyone else throughout the movie see’s them as droids, Luke treats them like his new friends. “You can call me Luke.” And you keep getting that vibe with their scenes together throughout the rest of the trilogy too (especially with Artoo). Luke is just a genuinely kind person. 
There’s scenes in TLJ that I really liked too, despite how much I complain about it. (That scene with Leia in particular was admittedly beautiful). But i’m too mad about it right now to even think about including any of them in the list lol.
Top 5 Maxanne scenes:
1. “I believe that in this moment, you cannot fathom leaving me.” It might seem kind of weird that I put this one as my first pick because it’s kind of sad in tone. Max is talking about the impending doom of their relationship. But I just love the acting in it. The way they both look at each other throughout it. It’s something you can’t watch without thinking, “god they’re in love with each other.” And the kiss that follows it is the most tender and beautiful kiss in the entire series imo. 
2. “There’s nothing important that does not include you.” I put this as #2 and not #1 because it reminds me that Eleanor died and makes me sad because of that :/ But I really do love it. It’s my main OTP quote for them for a reason. The entire speech just encompasses how much much Max’s relationships with both Anne and Eleanor truly shaped her arc throughout the show. Watching Eleanor’s mistakes, and eventually having to grieve her death, is what pushes Max to realize that she needs to fix things with Anne. And that hand-holding in the snow at the end
3. Anne opening up to Max about what happened to her when she was young and how Jack saved her, and why she feels like she owes him for that :/ Anne and Max both suffered r*pe and abuse at the hands of men, and I love the narrative that they’re both survivors who confine in each other about it and help each other.   
4. That scene where Max is sitting in the bathtub and Anne is just kneeling on the floor next to her and staring at her like she’s the cure to everything bad in the world. “You saying this ain’t real?” “Of course it is.”
5. Their first kiss. It was so emotionally packed and sexy. And thinking back on it now, I think it was kind of funny that Max just assumed that the reason Anne was in such a bad mood was because she was sexually frustrated (because of her). She was obviously right, but damn, I wish I had that much self confidence lol. 
Honorable mention to “I will stand between you and them and I will protect you.”
Top 5 things i’d fix from GoT:
Damn, only five things? Lol. Here’s my attempt at narrowing it down. In no particular order:
1. I would erase Sansa’s season five arc and give her the Alayne Stone arc from the books instead. (For people who don’t know, in the books, Sansa disguises herself as “Alayne Stone”, Littlefinger’s bastard daughter and is still currently at the Vale). The downside to that is that we would have had to watch her interact with Littlefinger even more than we did on the show, but it still largely beats the Ramsay shit. And my girl would have gotten her well-deserved arc of slowly developing into a true player of the game. 
2. Catelyn’s arc. (Which would have included Lady Stoneheart). People who only watch the show would probably be shocked to know that Catelyn was actually supposed to be more important of a character than Robb was because the show let Robb completely sideline her in the arc that was mainly supposed to be hers. Robb was a side character in HER story, not the other way around. She was a POV character for a reason. Smh. So yeah, i’d definitely fix that. 
3. The mess that was Sansa and Arya’s story line in S7. YIKES. Erase, erase. 
4. Speaking of erasing, bye bye J*nerys. (There’s a large chance that this is going to happen in the books as well, which is ick, but i’m at least hoping that it’ll happen in a way that doesn’t make Jon and Dany completely OOC lol).
5. JAIME’S CHRACTER. Holy shit lol. I would give him the development that book! Jaime got, and none of the BS the writers pulled with him in seasons 4 and beyond. 
BIG honorable mention to Dorne too. Dorne is actually a really interesting plot point in the books, but on the show, it’s pretty pointless and boring. 
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We All Want Love - Chapter Two
Roman Reigns/OC
Author’s Note: The visit to Jon’s house is cut off for a reason! Is there really a lot between None and Some? Tags: @lavitabella87 @macfizzle @thenamesaj @cool-snowball-22-blog @romanempressfics
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March 1, 2017
Atlanta, GA – Esperanza’s Condo
3:45 pm
  Esperanza lie across her king-sized bed listening to her best friends, Angel and Monroe go back and forth about what they were doing for her upcoming birthday. She never got a say so in what they did, she liked what they had come up with in the past. While they talked she checked in with Kyla who was at cheer practice for their upcoming competition. It had been a few days since Esperanza had heard anything from Joe but she wasn’t worried, Kyla was worried enough for them both. If he was meant to find her again, he would. And if not, then so be it.
 “How about we go out to Cali? Go to the beach, do some sight seeing.”
 Angel rolled her eyes for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes at Monroe. She didn’t like any of Monroe’s ideas, as usual.
 “Cali? Who is she Kyla? She needs a real trip out of the country, Roe.” Angel explained thumping the younger girl’s forehead. “Somewhere like Barcelona or Brazil.”
 “Do you really think she would like that? What about Germany?”
 Angel looked to Esperanza with an exasperated sigh, “Please get your girl. This fool wants to take you to Germany.”
 ‘You guys know we don’t have to take a trip every time one of us has a birthday,” Esperanza laughed dropping her phone onto the bed. “We could just go out here or drive somewhere close.”
 Both Angel and Monroe laughed at her suggestion. The trio had been taking birthday trips ever since their businesses took off three years prior. They hadn’t spent a birthday in Atlanta since.
 “Oh please. You can’t be serious, Es. I don’t agree with that ragamuffin very often but we agree on this. Birthday trips are our thing, we’re successful we deserve it.”
 “You got one more insult me and I’m knockin’ that cute little accent out of your mouth, Monroe,” Angel playfully threatened. “But she’s right. We’re going. You just worry about packing some real cute shit and we got the rest.”
 Angel was the friend with the potty mouth. She cursed like a sailor and had no cares about anyone who didn’t like it. She was the oldest of the trio, which made her the protector. When they went out they had no worries, they took care of each other and she took extra care of the two of them.
 “We’re gonna take you to a nice island, get you drunk and get you a man cause, chica, you need it.”
 Esperanza rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Shut up, Angel. I do not need a man for nothing.”
 “I beg to differ,” Monroe laughed, “You need one for a few things.”
 “He can’t do nothing for me that I can’t do for myself, Monroe.” Angel and Monroe shared a glance then looked at Esperanza and fell out laughing. She pouted a bit not needing the same lecture from her friends that she had gotten from her mom of all people.
 “When was the last time you were with a guy, Es?”
 “That’s none of your business, Monroe. That’s personal.”
 “Esa mierda,” Angel groaned holding back a laugh, “The last time you got some dick was when you were with Rodney’s cheating ass.” Monroe’s eyes got big as Esperanza playfully slung one of her decorative pillows Angel’s way.  “Girl that was over two years ago. That’s a long ass time.”
 “That’s why she’s so feisty all the damn time. She needs some,” Angel joked blocking yet another pillow.
 “I hate both of you. And I’m not feisty, Angel.”
 During Angel and Esperanza’s bickering Monroe’s phone pinged letting her know she had a message. She quickly gathered her belongings and headed for the open bedroom door. “I’ll see you ladies later. My man is on his way home.” She blew kisses on her way out of the room.
  “Now that she’s gone, I can tell you what happened,” Angel said once she heard the front door open and close. “And before you say anything I didn’t want to say anything in front of her cause I didn’t want her to corrupt you into going back.”
 “Just tell me already.”
 “So, yesterday I’m at the salon working on this wig for a client when my receptionist comes and tells me I’ve got an appointment. So I’m like bring her back, I never really paid attention to the girl’s name when I saw it in my book,” Angel explained quickly. “So, she gets back my private booth and she’s talking her ass off. Telling me about how her baby’s daddy made her this appointment cause he wanted her to look good on their little date for some party they’re going to. And you know me,” she joked, “I wasn’t feeling it but I’m faking it, She pulls out her phone to show me pictures of him and the child. Guess who it was, Es. It was Rodney’s ass.”
 Esperanza screwed her face up wondering why Angel was even telling her that. She hadn’t talked to him since their break up and she changed her number. He was in her past, that’s where she wanted to keep him.
 “So once I’m done I walk her to the front to pay. When we get up there, Rodney’s raggedy ass is sitting out there with this big ass smile on his face. So me being me, I asked him what the fuck was so funny. He tells his little girlfriend to go on to the car so he can pay. And then he tells me how good it is to see me again and asking me about you.” She scoffed flipping her hair over her shoulder. “He was close to me pepper spraying his ass. Talking about he misses you and wants to know if he can have your number like he didn’t just have his girlfriend sitting in my chair.”
 “And you told him what, Angel?”
 “I told him kick rocks and to go back to his busted ass girlfriend.” Esperanza stared at her waiting for Angel to say whatever else she had said to Rodney. “What,” she snapped rolling her eyes. Esperanza raised her brows giving her a knowing look. “Okay, okay. I told him if I caught him anywhere near you or anything you own I would cut his balls off with nail clippers.”
 “You know you don’t have to threaten him every time, Angel. I’m over all that shit. It’s in the past.”
 “I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t, Es. You may be over it but I’m not over how he made you feel. It hurt me to see you like that.”
 “Awwwe, look at you, Angel, being all soft.” She joked hugging her best friend tightly. Angel pushed her off with a laugh of her own. “Yeah, yeah. Cut that cute shit out. “
 March 4, 2017
Atlanta, GA – Esperanza’s Condo
8:30 pm
  Kyla had been in contact with Joe again through Twitter ever since the night he day he left Atlanta. It was small things, him checking up on Kyla and Esperanza and making small talk with the young girl about her and her sister.
 Esperanza and Kyla had dubbed Friday night their Sister’s Night. Neither of them worked and Kyla didn’t have practice—it was their time to take a breather from their responsibilities. They were supposed to watching ‘Dear White People’ but Kyla had her nose stuck in her phone.
 “Little girl, if you don’t get off that phone. Those Tumblr girls can wait.”
 Kyla laughed as she locked her phone. “I wasn’t on Tumblr this time. I was texting this guy.” Esperanza eyed her sister at the mention of a boy, her sister had never openly admitted to texting and talking to boys on her phone even though Esperanza already knew. Kyla caught her sister’s look and shook her head. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s more like my brother—big brother.”
 “Look here, whoever this boy is does not want to be your friend. He’s only saying that because he thinks it’ll get you comfortable with him so he can sleep with you, Ky.”
 “It’s not like that. Seriously. He’s a brother to me.”
 Esperanza scoffed pausing the Netflix series. She turned on the sofa so she was facing her sister. “And what are you to him? Trust me, Kyla. I’ve had my share of boys who say they’re my brother and then try to fu—sleep with me.”
 “He’s way too old to be into me, Es. I swear it’s not like that.”
 “How old is way too old, Kyla Lolita Harris?”
 Kyla ran her hand down her face in frustration. This was not the plan she had worked through with Joe. It sounded so much better in texts, leave it to her to mess it up. “Look, I’ll just call him and you can talk to him. He’s more into you than me, I’m sure of it.” Quickly, she went through her contacts, finding Joe’s name so she could FaceTime him. “See,” Kyla sassed passing her phone to her sister. Giving her sister the side eye, she snatched the phone waiting for him to answer.
 She smiled upon seeing Joe’s brown eyes staring back at her. “Kyla, I’m gonna kill you,” she mumbled, “And you too, Joe. I know you put her up to this.”
 “It’s good to see you too, Tesoro della mia.” His voice was even deeper through the phone, it was nice to hear it again.
 Esperanza allowed herself to dial back her excitement. The last thing she wanted was for Joe to think that she was waiting on him. “What does that mean, Joe?”
 “It means treasure of mine.”
 “Mmhm. You think your Italian is gonna win me over?” She asked raising a brow. “Cause it’s not.” Joe laughed heartily, he started to move around with his phone cuffed tightly in his hand. From what Esperanza could see he was in a hotel room, a nice one. He plopped down onto the full-sized bed still staring at Esperanza.
 “From your smile I think I already have, Doll. You look beautiful by the way.”
 “You almost got cursed out,” she said honestly, ignoring his compliment. “Had me thinking some guys was tryna give her some game about being her brother. And she said he was older than her. You almost got the business, Joe.”
 “You tryna give me the business already, Doll. It’s like that?” Esperanza covered her mouth to contain her laughter, Kyla stood up ready to excuse herself that was much more than what she wanted to hear.
 “Well, alrighty. I’m just gonna go to my room before I lose my dinner all over the floor.”
 “Damn, little sister,” he laughed, “I didn’t know you were still in the room. You were too quiet over there.”
 “Don’t worry, Joe. I’m leaving,” she giggled. “Can you call him on your phone, Es? I need my phone.”
  Esperanza didn’t plan on staying up as long as she did with Joe but he wouldn’t let her hang up. He only had a flight in the morning so he was in no rush. The two of them traded jokes and stories back in forth, their laughing kept Kyla awake but she was happy for her sister. It had been a while since her sister had genuinely laughed like that.
 “I should’ve asked before but do you have a girlfriend, Joe? Cause I’m not trying to be your little road side piece.”
 He smirked rubbing his tired eyes. “Nah, no girlfriend, Doll. Unless that’s your way of askin’.”
 “Nope it’s not. But you look tired, you should get some sleep.” He nodded then bid her good night, ending their call.
 March 10, 2017
Orlando, FL -  Disney Coronado Springs Resort
6:45 pm
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   Kyla’s cheer competition had brought the sisters down to Orlando for the weekend with Kyla’s team. Since Kyla would be with her team the whole weekend, Esperanza and Joe made plans with each other before and after the competitions. They had plans to got to his cousin, Jon’s house, for a little get together during their time off.
 “You’re staring again,” Esperanza laughed snapping her fingers in his face. He grabbed her hand, placing a light kiss on her knuckles. “Can’t help it, Doll. I finally have you in front of me without starin’ a hole through my phone.”
 “Stop it. Flattery will get you nowhere,” she told him moving from their spot on the bed. She wanted to change clothes before they headed out for his cousin’s house. Joe couldn’t help his wondering eyes, he had been watching her every move since he got to her hotel room over an hour ago.
 “I think it could if you gave it try.”
 “I’m not fucking you in a room filled with Mickey mouse heads, Joe,” she laughed taking her clothes to the bathroom. “Not even if I actually wanted to.”
 “Trust me, baby. If you let me in, you wouldn’t be worried about those damn heads,” he yelled out to her.
 “Am I gonna have to put you out, Joe? You know I will.”
 “You’d really put me out,” he asked lying back with his hand behind his head.
 Esperanza snatched the bathroom door open, giving him a mocking smile then went to tuck the clothes away in her bag. She didn’t want to put him out, she was enjoying his company far too much. Even when she acted like she didn’t want him there, Joe brought more laughs and smiles out of her. Joe eyed her as she approached the bed. He knew she was watching him watch her but he had not a care in the world about it. He never made it a secret that he was attracted to her.
 “I didn’t invite you over here for that. If you keep this up you’ll be going to your cousin’s place alone.”
 “Plans change, Es. For the better.” She rolled her eyes trying to pull him up from his spot on the bed. The pair fought back and forth even though Joe could’ve easily overpowered her, it was more fun to watch her try. “We could both just stay here and enjoy each other’s company.”
 “Not happening. I’ve gotten dressed to go out and that’s what we’re doing, mister.”
 “Doll, why go be annoyed by my cousins, their wives and our friends, when you can stay here with Daddy,” he asked grasping her chin with his free hand. Esperanza smirked as she looked into his eyes. She couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t tempting her.
 “I’ll make a deal with you, Joe. We go to your cousin’s house and have a good time now,” she said lacing her fingers with his, “And I’ll show you a good time later. Deal?”
He twisted his lips, thinking about her deal. “What kind of good time, Doll?”
 “I’m still not going to fuck you in this Mickey Mouse room,” she giggled.
 “Mmm, I’ve got a better deal. We go to my cousin’s house for a little while and afterwards we go to my house, I can make you some dinner then you can make me some sweets. Deal?”
 “As long as I’m not the sweets, Joe. I’m not fucking you in your house either.”
 “No one said anything about fuckin’. Just dinner and somethin’ sweet.”
 Joe grabbed Esperanza’s wrists as she got ready to get out of his blacked out Tahoe. Their drive to Jon’s house was quiet but comfortable. Outside of Joe quietly signing along to the radio and Es laughing at him.
 “I’m gonna warn you, Es. My cousins aren’t like me.”
 “What does that mean? I’ve seen them on television, they are not that bad, Joe.”
 “No, seriously, Doll. Josh is alright but Jon is,” he paused trying to find the right word. Before he could, His door was snatched open. Joe groaned as his cousin pulled him out of the driver seat, Esperanza laughed as she grabbed the keys from the ignition before getting out. She walked behind them as they play fought all the way up the curved driveway. Esperanza noticed there were about five or six cars. More than what she thought would be there. They stopped once they were on the porch when Joe was finally able to get out of his cousin’s hold.
 “This is my cousin, Jon,” Joe said slightly out of breath, “Jon this is, Esperanza. My Doll.”
 Jon gave him a cray look as he pulled her into a big hug, spinning her around in a circle until her back was to Joe. Jon looked over her shoulder at her butt with a goofy smile then gave Joe a thumb up. He tried to take a swipe at his cousin but Esperanza ended up getting in his way when she pulled away from the hug. She took her place at Joe’s side, holding on to his arm.
 “Nice to meet you, Jon. Joe told me some stuff about you,” she giggled.
 “Likewise, Esperanza. And whatever Uce told you, it���s a lie he’s a hater,” he laughed.
 “Get your crazy ass in the house before I get Trin on your ass.”
 “Whatever, I ain’t scared of her,” he sulked walking them into the house.
 Joe wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from the back. She giggled feeling his beard tickle her neck. “Stop it, Joe.” She wiggled against him trying to get out of his hold, he groaned in her ear at the feeling. “You better stop. Keep that up and me fuckin’ you in a Mickey Mouse room will be the least of your worries, Es.” At his words, she stopped her movements feeling her cheeks heat up from his words. “That’s what I thought,” he mumbled as he let her go and grabbed her hand.
 “Bout damn time,” Jon complained as they entered the large, open living room. “Alright, yall this is Esperanza, the doll.”
 “MY doll,” Joe playfully glared at his cousin.
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“Yeah, yeah. Anyway. Esperanza, that’s my twin Josh, his wife Kecia, my wife Trinity and our ugly cousins. Come on, Uce.” Jon spoke quickly, grabbing Joe’s arm pulling him away from Esperanza. Before she could ask where they were going, Joe, Jon and Josh were out of sight.
 “Girl, come have a seat. They won’t be back for a while.” The woman she remembered as Trinity patted the spot on the sofa beside her with a welcoming smile.
 The woman to her left put a hand to Esperanza’s knee, garnering her attention. “Joe didn’t tell us he was bringing a guest with him. I’m Tamina by the way.”
 “I’m sorry if I’m intruding, Tamina. He told me it would be alright if I came,” she explained confused.
 “Girl, we’re not upset you’re here. Hell, we’re excited he brought you with him,” Tamina laughed slapping hands with Kecia.
 “Why’s that?”
 “Cause he never brings girls to meet us. He hasn’t since his developmental days. He usually just sleeps with them then never talks to them again.” His other cousin added earning glares from her other cousins. “What? It’s the truth and you guys knows it.”
 “Yeah but you didn’t have to tell her that, Nia. At least wait until you’re sure he’s told her that,” Tamina stressed giving her leg a slap.
 Esperanza sat uncomfortably watching them go back and forth, she was glad to hear that Joe hadn’t done to her what he had clearly done to others but on the other hand she wasn’t sure if she liked that he had that in his past. What if it came back to bite him in the ass somewhere down the line? Or what if he left her in dust?
 “Don’t worry about what Nia said. She has a habit of putting her foot in her mouth,” Kecia assured.
 “You guys know him best, it’s better to hear it from you than anyone else.”
 “No,” Tamina asserted, “It’s better to have heard it from Joe. His past relations are none of our business. We shouldn’t have brought it up, especially not on your first visit.”
 “Yeah hopefully we haven’t scared you away from him. Joe would kill us.”
 Esperanza laughed waving Trinity off. They looked extremely worried. “Trust me, him and his mouth will run me away before you guys would.”
“His mouth?” Trinity asked carefully.
Esperanza laughed thinking back to their conversation in the hotel, their phone conversations and texts. He had been throwing out innuendos at her, Joe was good she had to admit but not that good.
 “Joe is just good. He’s a smooth talker and I bet he’s even smoother,” Esperanza caught herself before she could utter the rest of her words. “Sorry, I don’t want to make yall uncomfortable and we barely know each other.”
 “Trust us nothing you could say could make us uncomfortable. We’re all family, hopefully you’ll stick around and become family too.”
  Joe brought Esperanza to his home, getting her settled in his living room while he changed clothes. Him and his cousins had smoked a cigar and the smell had seeped into his clothes. While she waited for him to return, she called to see if Kyla and the team had made it back to their hotel.
 “We’re still out, Es. I know that’s what you want,” Kyla laughed into the phone.
 “I just wanted to check on you, geez. I haven’t heard from you all day.”
 “Because you’re with Joe. I want you to enjoy him without interruptions.”
 “Enjoy him,” Esperanza laughed. “Girl, what do you even know about that?”
 “I’m 16, not 6. I know what couples do when they’re alone. They have sex, Es.”
 “We haven’t had sex, Kyla Lolita! You and I are gonna have a long, long talk,” she scolded playfully.
 “Have fun. Practice making me nieces and nephews,” Kyla blew kisses into the phone then hung up.
 She laughed tossing her phone onto the coffee table. She couldn’t believe her sister was pushing her up to have sex with Joe. Albeit, she was thinking about it but she didn’t need anyone influencing her. It’s the reason she hadn’t told Monroe or Angel about Joe period.
 When she looked up, Joe was coming around the corner, heading towards his kitchen. She followed him, wanting to know what he planned on cooking.
 “Doll, come wash your hands. I’m puttin’ your pretty ass to work,” he ordered popping her butt.
 She poked his chest with her index finger. “Hands, Mr. Anoa’i.” He held his hands up surrendering with a laugh. Moving around her, Joe begun taking the pots out he would need and ingredients he had gotten before going to Esperanza’s hotel room. His mom had given him the recipe to her tomato sauce and meatballs, she was sure he could handle boiling noodles. She wanted to know who her son was cooking for but he had given her some lame excuse about wanting to learn Italian dishes.
 “What do you need me to do,” Esperanza asked softly.
 He had started to open the cans of tomato paste and whole tomatoes. The muscles in his arms were flexing, catching Esperanza’s eye. “Fill that pot with water and add some salt and butter for the noodles for me. Turn the stove on 5, if you will.” They moved in silence, Esperanza finished her task and stood to the side watching Joe chop onions and add them to his pot along with the paste, tomatoes and seasonings. “Come closer. You can help me with the meatballs.”
 “I’ve never made them, I’m not really sure how.”
 Joe rolled his eyes pulling her to him by her wrists, until she stood in front of the counter. He stood behind her, his hands moving ingredients closer to them. “Alright, so we’re gonna crumble the bread first. Like this,” he demonstrated, “Got it?” Shifting in his arms a bit, she nodded trying to focus on the task at hand and not the body heat blanketing her own. Quickly and efficiently, the five slices of bread were crumbled and added to a large mixing bowl full of ground beef. “Next, we need to add an egg. Think you can handle that,” he teased. She pushed back against him laughing then grabbed the egg from him. She broke the egg, tossing the shell into the Walmart bag Joe had thrown the other trash into. “Add some parsley, pepper, garlic powder and parmesan,” he whispered pointing to each. His hands over her hand as she added seasonings to make sure she didn’t overdo it. “Now the fun part—mixin’. My mom says the trick is mixin’ it with your hands.” Without any hesitation, Esperanza dug her hands in, pushing and mixing the ingredients arounds. It felt cold and mushy in her hands but it was kind of cool to her. “Slow down, Doll. You’ve gotta be gentle with the meat. Let me show you,” he spoke moving his body closer to hers and putting his hands atop hers once more. Joe had her body pressed against the counter by his body, his face right beside hers. Cheek to cheek. “See, you don’t have to move so quick. Fast is cool but sometimes it’s better to go nice and slow, Esperanza.” She looked over at him, catching the focused look on his face. The way his jaw clenched and unclenched as they moved the meat around. The focus he had was putting her hormones into overdrive though she wasn’t entirely sure why. “It’s time to roll the balls, Es. Look at the meat, not me,” he joked squeezing her hands.
 Joe placed a handful of meat in her hand then some of his own, showing her how to make a perfect ball. Setting his aside, he watched her do her own. She bit down on her bottom lip, concentrating hard on making hers as perfect as his was.
 “You’re cute when you’re concentratin’,” he whispered pushing his cheek against hers.
 “I just want them to be perfect,” she laughed, “No one wants lopsided balls, Joe.”
 “Mine isn’t perfect, Doll. We’re gonna eat them no matter what they look like.”
 She pouted setting her meatball on the tray beside his. They both did two more before putting them into the waiting tomato sauce. The pair washed their hands, splashing water and suds on one another until they both gave in. Joe led her back into the living room with him, while the food cooked. They sat on the floor in front of his sofa. The Game of Thrones marathon playing before them.
“My balls are gonna be so ugly,” she pouted.
 He laughed pulling her into his lap, he knew she had been sulking over that since they had left the kitchen. “Babygirl, they’ll be fine. The only balls you need to worried about are right here.”
 “You’re nasty, you know that, Joe.”
 “I know it, I’m tryna make sure you know it.”
 “You’re too much. I’m not going there with you,” she laughed pushing at his chest.
 “You’re stallin’ but I’ll go along with it. I see how you look at me when you think I’m not lookin’. If you didn’t want me then you wouldn’t be here.”
 Esperanza had gotten lost in his eyes as he spoke, moving her gaze between his eyes, his lips and his jaw. This man was more than attractive and she knew that he knew it. She bit her lip trying to think of ways to distract herself, reasons not to sleep with him while the food cooked.
 “You wanna kiss me but you won’t. You wanna touch me but you won’t. Why.” He asked dropping his tone.
 She sighed playing with her fingers in her lap. “I don’t want to be like those other girls. I’m not some little jeva that you can parade around cause I look nice on your arm and in your bed. I’m not a jungle gym, Joe.”
 “Where’s this comin’ from, Doll?” Her tone of voice concerned him. Joe didn’t want her to be insecure this early about him, they weren’t even in a relationship yet.
 “Just answer my question, Joe. Is this going somewhere or do you just wanna sleep with me? I’m a big girl, I can take the truth.”
 “Tesoro,” he called out softly. With his index finger under his chin, he brought her gaze back up to his. “If sex is all I wanted from you, I would’ve gotten it the first night I met you. While I’d love to lay you down right here, I’d love to get to know you and make something of this even more.”
 “You’re sure, Joe? Cause honey it’s going to be a long while before you get any of this.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, Joe kissed behind her ear down to her collar bone. “Are listening to me,” she giggled pushing him back, “I said you weren’t getting any.”
 “I heard you loud and clear, Doll. However, there’s a big gap between none and some,” he whispered turning her in his lap. They sat noses to nose, her arms wrapped around his neck.
 “Uhn uhn, Joe. Once that motor gets running, it’s not gonna stop.”
 Their eyes met once again, a smirk on his lips. He knew the food needed another hour and that was all the time he needed with Esperanza. He had been itching to get his hands on her. “Well, there’s only one way to find out. Let’s take your theory for a test drive and find out.”
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~`’* To navigate waters & finally answer to Yes! ~ *’✧`🌟
Seriously strange seeing Carl Palmer & Arthur Brown walk about where I work. & it’s like damn, I wish I was casually near so I could at least do a friendly “hi, how are you?” or “good to see ya”, a wave, Something! I only caught the moody blues dude’s sound check. I was seriously buggin’ on not seeing Billy again; I felt so solemn & I was reflecting on these thoughts that felt a little soul-destroying...  Anyway, seeing Arthur Brown stroll, yes, stroll with his lady friend was a trip, & they were so cute too, like sunshine young love, they embraced each other & it was too sugary-sweet. That’s when he walked by where I was & I was just like eurrrhhh, & I ask my coworkers quietly if they knew who arthur brown is & I point him out “discreetly” because, not going to lie, I could not keep cool, I would not shut up. & I was talking to fans, ya know, Rick Wakeman this, Jon Anderson that, Greg Lake this, Keith Emerson that. My coworker chimed in because obviously I would not shut up- he’s either my age or a little bit younger, he’s into classic rock so there was common ground. He’s into The Band & I mentioned Traffic, he mentioned Winwood & my normal response of !! wah..winwood...love !! He just recently got into ELP; it was really nice talking about their albums & the guys. I told him how I “cuh-ried” when Lake died & how he was cute in the early ‘70s (cute, dude... nevermind, but god sooo sexy, I wasn’t going to say that though haha). I was at the vip entrance (which thank you, manager or else I would not have been by, or have had the energy of the stage & I wouldn’t have had carl palmer come through or Arthur brown near.. we also had~famous~ radio dudes, madcow? like I know him but eh, not for me..at all- conservative prick apparently, my coworkers flipped over him, & it’s like uhh, you guys Arthur brown? the P in ELP? hello?). When I could I would sneak out (it was dead anyway) to see Palmer on stage & then I got to watch a little bit of Asia on our balcony when I was covering someone’s spot, which That was beautiful! I watched them perform Don’t Cry & Video Killed the Radio Star. Super great. For Lucky Man I walked off to watch, & it was very, almost nostalgic seeing the footage of Lake from videos I would watch So Often in ‘16, god, he was so attractive... Work discussion during Sole Survivor so I couldn’t pay too much attention. Um, what else.. Oh, Legend of a Mind when the sun was setting in colors of pastel pinks & violets, gorgeous, Major Vibe.~・`✧*☆’☽. I forgot until just now how I would listen to & do cardio to I’m Just a Singer... a few years back : ) Oh, Going For the One- sh*t was happening so I couldn’t pay attention v_v. Hearing Steve Howe’s voice was great. I watched the crowd enjoy themselves since I couldn’t, not yet. When I was clocking out they were doing To Be Over, which it wasn’t until I was in bed trying to sleep I remembered how sentimental I felt for that song when I was getting into Yes. I switched out of my work shirt & hung onto a railing for the rest of their set, which maaan, Steve Howe is too killer. & Billy’s bass sounded so good, I transfixed my eyes on him, kind of sadly that ya know, one time occurrence, someone I would have loved to be friends with, but the bugger doesn’t have a twitter *huff puff* (hours!, I spent Hours with him & got to talk music with someone who does it for a living, man)… I watch Steve swat at a fly & Billy look majestic as his duster jacket billows in the wind, I liked Jon Davison’s velvet jacket. The Gates of Delirium, the gold waxing crescent moon, the stage lighting & the chill wind was a beautiful atmosphere & moment in time to live in.☽♡… Oh! & to think I almost forgot my encounter with Carl Palmer. So! I don’t know why or how he left the venue, but apparently there were security problems. This dude, Carl Palmer & his girl storm through, walking incredibly fast, the guy was like “THIS IS CARL PALMER, SOMEONE GET HIM TO THE BACK OF THE STAGE ALL RIGHT” & we’re all just like uhh, what? because they were nearly run-ning, & to me this guy seemed to be doing a pretty fine job of directing Palmer, so I was confused & my coworker was confused. Carl then, with full glorious sass says, “Not All AT Once!” so like a goon I lift my hand & have to f*cking speedwalk his *ss to the backstage where he can see & basically figure out for himself before leaving me in the dust. I. Could.Not. I was laughing so hard like WHAT THE F*ck! was that!? Delighted, absolutely beside myself. Like I’m still super disappointed I couldn’t see Billy again, but at least I had A moment with sassafras Carl Palmer ^_^ “Not all at once” don’t f*cking storm in on us then! You gave us a fright!
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Game Of Thrones 7: Olenna Tyrell Gets Mic Drop Death Scene And Grand Farewell On Twitter | Olenna Tyrell
In tonight's episode, 'The Queen's Justice', it was Lady Olenna Tyrell, who brought the sass. She was a brilliant, witty truth-teller who used her wrinkles as a punchline. Olenna Tyrell has been known as the Queen of Thorns among the people of Westeros, and while she may not be an actual queen there is very little doubt that she served up the heftiest plate of justice last night. Olenna Tyrell- He really was a cunt, wasn't he.
But Lady Olenna Tyrell will live forever. In a show packed full of pert, pretty young things, Lady Olenna Tyrell never sagged. At the end of the latest episode of Game of Thrones, titled "The Queen's Justice," Lady Olenna Tyrell serves up a rather glorious mic drop when staring down imminent death at the hands, er, hand of Jaime Lannister.Lady Olenna Tyrell, née Redwyne, was found dead in her Highgarden chambers during the year 304 Aegon's Landing. Things were ticking along nicely for Team Cersei until those fatal final moments because despite killing Olenna Tyrell, Jaime's allegiance to Cersei may have been thrown into some disarray.
Twitter is bursting with all sorts of feels, because a) Jon Snow b) Tyrion Lannister and c and most importantly) Olenna, Queen of Thorns, who went out with a bang in an episode titled The Queen's Justice. Even as she faced death, she still had the last laugh.
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Game Of Thrones 7: Olenna Tyrell Gets Mic Drop Death Scene And Grand Farewell On Twitter | Olenna Tyrell
Even as she faced death, she still had the last laugh. Of course, we are talking about Olenna Tyrell and her amazing scene towards the end of the episode. Olenna Tyrell has been known as the Queen of Thorns among the people of Westeros, and while she may not be an actual queen there is very little doubt that she served up the heftiest plate of justice last night. In a show packed full of pert, pretty young things, Lady Olenna Tyrell never sagged.
Olenna Tyrell- He really was a cunt, wasn't he. She was a brilliant, witty truth-teller who used her wrinkles as a punchline. At the end of the latest episode of Game of Thrones, titled "The Queen's Justice," Lady Olenna Tyrell serves up a rather glorious mic drop when staring down imminent death at the hands, er, hand of Jaime Lannister.I'm referring, of course, to the surprisingly restrained treatment of Lannister prisoners Ellaria and Tyene Sand, as well as Olenna Tyrell. Things were ticking along nicely for Team Cersei until those fatal final moments because despite killing Olenna Tyrell, Jaime's allegiance to Cersei may have been thrown into some disarray.
The Queen of Thorns, Olenna Tyrell, had been a fan favorite of Game of Thrones watchers for a long time; there's just something so fun about a no-nonsense old woman who's full of clever lines and dry wit. In tonight's episode, 'The Queen's Justice', it was Lady Olenna Tyrell, who brought the sass.
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Game Of Thrones 7: Olenna Tyrell Gets Mic Drop Death Scene And Grand Farewell On Twitter | Olenna Tyrell
Of course, we are talking about Olenna Tyrell and her amazing scene towards the end of the episode. Things were ticking along nicely for Team Cersei until those fatal final moments because despite killing Olenna Tyrell, Jaime's allegiance to Cersei may have been thrown into some disarray. Lady Olenna Tyrell, née Redwyne, was found dead in her Highgarden chambers during the year 304 Aegon's Landing. She was a brilliant, witty truth-teller who used her wrinkles as a punchline.
I'm referring, of course, to the surprisingly restrained treatment of Lannister prisoners Ellaria and Tyene Sand, as well as Olenna Tyrell. Olenna Tyrell- He really was a cunt, wasn't he. In tonight's episode, 'The Queen's Justice', it was Lady Olenna Tyrell, who brought the sass.Even as she faced death, she still had the last laugh. But Lady Olenna Tyrell will live forever.
At the end of the latest episode of Game of Thrones, titled "The Queen's Justice," Lady Olenna Tyrell serves up a rather glorious mic drop when staring down imminent death at the hands, er, hand of Jaime Lannister. Olenna Tyrell has been known as the Queen of Thorns among the people of Westeros, and while she may not be an actual queen there is very little doubt that she served up the heftiest plate of justice last night.
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Game Of Thrones 7: Olenna Tyrell Gets Mic Drop Death Scene And Grand Farewell On Twitter | Olenna Tyrell
Olenna Tyrell- He really was a cunt, wasn't he. But Lady Olenna Tyrell will live forever. The Queen of Thorns, Olenna Tyrell, had been a fan favorite of Game of Thrones watchers for a long time; there's just something so fun about a no-nonsense old woman who's full of clever lines and dry wit. Even as she faced death, she still had the last laugh.
At the end of the latest episode of Game of Thrones, titled "The Queen's Justice," Lady Olenna Tyrell serves up a rather glorious mic drop when staring down imminent death at the hands, er, hand of Jaime Lannister. In a show packed full of pert, pretty young things, Lady Olenna Tyrell never sagged. In tonight's episode, 'The Queen's Justice', it was Lady Olenna Tyrell, who brought the sass.Things were ticking along nicely for Team Cersei until those fatal final moments because despite killing Olenna Tyrell, Jaime's allegiance to Cersei may have been thrown into some disarray. She was a brilliant, witty truth-teller who used her wrinkles as a punchline.
Of course, we are talking about Olenna Tyrell and her amazing scene towards the end of the episode. I'm referring, of course, to the surprisingly restrained treatment of Lannister prisoners Ellaria and Tyene Sand, as well as Olenna Tyrell.
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jaeame-blog · 7 years
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Game Of Thrones 7: Olenna Tyrell Gets Mic Drop Death Scene And Grand Farewell On Twitter | Olenna Tyrell
At the end of the latest episode of Game of Thrones, titled "The Queen's Justice," Lady Olenna Tyrell serves up a rather glorious mic drop when staring down imminent death at the hands, er, hand of Jaime Lannister. In a show packed full of pert, pretty young things, Lady Olenna Tyrell never sagged. But Lady Olenna Tyrell will live forever. Lady Olenna Tyrell, née Redwyne, was found dead in her Highgarden chambers during the year 304 Aegon's Landing.
Twitter is bursting with all sorts of feels, because a) Jon Snow b) Tyrion Lannister and c and most importantly) Olenna, Queen of Thorns, who went out with a bang in an episode titled The Queen's Justice. She was a brilliant, witty truth-teller who used her wrinkles as a punchline. In tonight's episode, 'The Queen's Justice', it was Lady Olenna Tyrell, who brought the sass.Things were ticking along nicely for Team Cersei until those fatal final moments because despite killing Olenna Tyrell, Jaime's allegiance to Cersei may have been thrown into some disarray. Even as she faced death, she still had the last laugh.
I'm referring, of course, to the surprisingly restrained treatment of Lannister prisoners Ellaria and Tyene Sand, as well as Olenna Tyrell. Of course, we are talking about Olenna Tyrell and her amazing scene towards the end of the episode.
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jaeame-blog · 7 years
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Game Of Thrones 7: Olenna Tyrell Gets Mic Drop Death Scene And Grand Farewell On Twitter | Olenna Tyrell
I'm referring, of course, to the surprisingly restrained treatment of Lannister prisoners Ellaria and Tyene Sand, as well as Olenna Tyrell. Twitter is bursting with all sorts of feels, because a) Jon Snow b) Tyrion Lannister and c and most importantly) Olenna, Queen of Thorns, who went out with a bang in an episode titled The Queen's Justice. Of course, we are talking about Olenna Tyrell and her amazing scene towards the end of the episode. She was a brilliant, witty truth-teller who used her wrinkles as a punchline.
Olenna Tyrell has been known as the Queen of Thorns among the people of Westeros, and while she may not be an actual queen there is very little doubt that she served up the heftiest plate of justice last night. Even as she faced death, she still had the last laugh. The Queen of Thorns, Olenna Tyrell, had been a fan favorite of Game of Thrones watchers for a long time; there's just something so fun about a no-nonsense old woman who's full of clever lines and dry wit.At the end of the latest episode of Game of Thrones, titled "The Queen's Justice," Lady Olenna Tyrell serves up a rather glorious mic drop when staring down imminent death at the hands, er, hand of Jaime Lannister. Things were ticking along nicely for Team Cersei until those fatal final moments because despite killing Olenna Tyrell, Jaime's allegiance to Cersei may have been thrown into some disarray.
But Lady Olenna Tyrell will live forever. In a show packed full of pert, pretty young things, Lady Olenna Tyrell never sagged.
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