You’re your father’s daughter, no mistake. Bloody relentless, the both of you.
It’s a new one today. Lots of tricky words. But I think you can manage.
arya stark is not a psychopath
arya stark cares about people
arya stark loves her sister
arya stark doesn’t hate girls/women
arya stark cares about collateral damage
arya stark has morals
arya stark is kind
arya stark makes friends everywhere she goes
arya stark doesn’t kill people because she likes to hear them scream
arya stark didn’t pick up a sword and started killing people just because she felt like it
arya stark didn’t have any other choice
because Allison Argent was a fantastic character and deserves a funeral
"This is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent
slumber, assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken
The lack of basic respect shown for characters who die on TW breaks my heart. Did Allison get a funeral? Did Aiden? Heather? Victoria? Who told the Boyds and Reyeses their children had died? Only Kate is officially known to have had a funeral, but we never saw it—just Gerard arriving with his giant bag of creepy.
Here are a few things that are common in TW fanfic:
- Stiles and/or Scott apologize to Derek for their cavalier attitude toward Laura’s body in the first few eps
- Derek visits his family’s graves
- Stiles and the Sheriff commemorate the anniversary of Claudia’s death (often in unhealthy ways, like drinking too much or avoiding each other all day, but it happens)
These things are common because they’ve never happened in canon.
For a show that likes killing off characters, TW seems remarkably squeamish about the immediate physical and emotional requirements of death and grieving, namely, funeral and disposition. I’m glad fandom creates beautiful art like this. I’m sad the show creates a void that necessitates it.
I’m still torn on whether this is the greatest thing I’ve ever done or the stupidest.
i have had enough adventure for today
that a well-paying job that she was actually perfectly qualified for appeared.
I am so exhausted and we are almost out of our carefully-budgeted money, and this prospect is perfect perfect perfect for me right down to the oddball hours, and it could not be more precisely in line with my education and experience, and it would allow me to support Nicolas and myself easily, and I need it. I’m going tomorrow to talk to my department chair and supervising professor and old director about letters of recommendation, and after that it’s all on me. Please send your good energy. I will need all I can get.