#hell yeah it did

[femme--de--lettres]

just wanted to say that if you’re someone who sent in an ask from this post i won’t be getting to them this evening but i definitely will be getting to them tomorrow (likely during class lol) so if you didn’t get to send one in earlier and would like to, i’ll add those to my pile and have fun parsing through all of them tomorrow afternoon/evening!

[pastabrand]

Sometimes I lay awake at night thinking about how fragmented Zuko and Azula are because of their family. With all the constant abuse for literally all their lives, I’m not surprised they turned to unhealthy coping mechanisms (Zuko with anger to hide any perceptions of ‘weakness’ and Azula perfectionism to an extreme degree). They were raised to believe that love was conditional, something to be earned through a rigid set of rules and expectations rather than something they should always have no matter what. How often did Zuko work himself past exhaustion to achieve even a scrap of Ozai’s affection? How much did Azula unintentionally harm herself to stay in his good graces? This can extend to people like Mai/Ty Lee and Iroh. Did Azula ever obsess over her actions to ensure Mai and Ty Lee would still like her before adapting to fear tactics instead? Did Zuko ever hide in the ship to prevent Iroh from seeing him do something that Ozai would’ve punished him for? And most importantly, do they ever learn to overcome this? I know the show has Zuko on the path to recovery, but does he ever actually recover? Does he ever understand, in its entirety, that he has Iroh’s unconditional love? Or, an even better question, does Iroh actually give Zuko unconditional love? Who’s to say that Iroh wouldn’t try to move to someone like Azula should he see that Zuko is inadequate to rule the Fire Nation. Iroh was raised in the same family and same standards after all. There’s nothing to indicate that he’s any different since Zuko’s never had competition for Iroh’s favor.

[xxlittle0birdxx]

WIP: Jaime/Brienne AU fic -- Castle Black

Where Jaime and Brienne meet with an old friend...

Brienne launched herself from the saddle onto a figure Jaime only caught a glimpse of before she slammed him into a wall and wrapped her fingers around his throat.  ‘Do you recognize me?’ She asked in a quiet, dangerous voice.  

His head reared back.  ‘That bitch with the Kingslayer,’ the man rasped, eyes beginning to bulge slightly.

That voice.  Jaime slid from his horse, and the courtyard of Castle Black disappeared, replaced by the sounds of rustling leaves and the scent of the rich, damp soil of the Riverlands with an underlying stench of rotting flesh.  Pain shot up his right arm, and Jaime set his teeth in his lip to keep from crying out.   He clumsily drew his sword and strode to stand behind Brienne, sweat making his palm slick on the hilt.  

Brienne’s eyes darted to Jon.  ‘Has he taken his vows?’  Locke began to struggle under Brienne’s grip.  She rammed a knee into his crotch, then looked back at Jon.  ‘Is he a sworn brother of the Night’s Watch?’

Jon left Sansa and slowly approached Brienne.  ‘How do you know him?’

‘Ser Jaime and I were his prisoners,’ Brienne spat.  ‘He cut off Ser Jaime’s hand for no other reason than for sport.’  Brienne’s lips curled back in a feral snarl.  ‘His men nearly raped me.  They tortured us.  He threw me into a pit with a bear and only gave me a wooden sword.’  Brienne gave Jon another glance.  ‘His master holds Winterfell.’

‘Who…?’  Jon’s gaze swivelled between Jaime and Brienne.

‘Roose Bolton.’  Jaime’s tongue felt thick.  

Jon turned slightly to look at Sansa, clutching the reins of her horse.  The man wilting under Brienne’s grip wasn’t a member of the Watch yet.  He’d come to join them under false pretenses, Jon now knew.  Roose Bolton had been at the Red Wedding.  Wisps of rumors had reached Castle Black that Roose Bolton himself had stabbed Robb through the heart.  Jon gave Brienne a short nod.  

Brienne snatched the sword from Jaime’s hand.  It whistled through the air and she slit Locke’s throat.  ‘Sapphires.’  She took a step back and for good measure, lifted the sword again and brought it down in a vicious slash, severing Lock’s right hand.  

He was dead before he landed in the mud.  

Brienne spun around and found Jaime staring at her, white-faced.  She wiped the blade clean on Locke’s shirt and handed the it back to Jaime.  ‘Call it Honor.’  

[bellasredchevy]

I’ll just say it, Beautiful Creatures deserved better

that’s a texas-sized 10-4, good buddy

have your “i’m just gonna say it” moment and drop your unpopular opinions about twilight anonymously in my inbox

[jillina-marie]

Omg. Omg. Omg.

The Mindy Project got picked up for a third season! HELL YEAH IT DID!!!!!!!!!