A (probably unsuccessful) long-term attempt to gif every DVD I own: 9 of ?
So I’m picturing Leia getting escorted from her cell for reasons unknown to her, Darth Vader a step behind her, and she’s trying to figure out what’s happening, and then after a few very lengthy elevator rides she round the corner and sees…
this bitch and she just powerwalks to Tarkin, and Vader’s like, wait what, and Leia is honestly excited because here’s a person she knows and hates, and she’s like, “what should I insult? His hair? His family? His personal habits? Can I insult Vader at the same time?” and then doesn’t flinch when Vader bumps her shoulder like “What the hell, Organa,” but just continues with her lil’ diatribe.
have you ever met a 19 year old girl though? this is like the most true-to-life shit george lucas ever wrote, of course pissed off leia would charge straight up to someone she hates under heavy guard on an enemy ship to tell him he fucking stinks. it’s only because this is sci fi that she doesn’t put gum in his hair as a finisher.
i now firmly believe that, right after the camera stopped, Leia turned around “DAD! you’re embarassing me!”
she never outgrew it, she just becomes more eloquent as she ages. in the novels, some of the things she says in the senate are like
I’ve answered this before, but I’ll go into some more depth.
Militarily, your biggest thing is that you need equipment. Your enemy does not tire, and since they can raise the dead, you must minimize your own casualties as otherwise, you’re just delivering fresh troops to your enemy. You need obsidian arrows to handle the Others, and fire to handle the wights. The Others need careful preparation, but they are beatable, and a skilled general can achieve victory without Valyrian steel or dragons.
What I would use is a fire line. Flaming arrows themselves are very difficult to light before they are nocked, as they will burn your hands. Instead, you want longer arrows which extend much further past the bow than a typical arrow. To fire, you can nock, then step forward, light the end (probably with cloth soaked in oil tied near the head) at the fire line, and immediately release before you singe the hand that isn’t your draw hand.
When aiming, you want to fire at the largest wights you can. As we see in Jon’s chapter, wights that burn tend to hit their flashpoint very quickly, so the larger the burning wight, the bigger chance you have to have that wight catch other wights aflame. This means firing at bears, shadowcats, and other large fauna. I don’t know how the famed ice spiders react to fire, but I’m gonna guess they’re not fans.
Your sharpest shots need to have obsidian arrows, and they are watching for Others. When an Other is spotted, let the cry go up so that any other archers can clear a shot and burn wights so that one doesn’t absorb the shot meant for an Other, as we see in Sam’s chapters, wights are not vulnerable to obsidian.
Given the arrogant nature of the Others (see the first book’s prologue about taunting Waymar Royce), I would say that the first large-scale loss of one of their own where others of their race can view it, I’m honestly not sure how the Others would react to us insects killing one of their own. The wights are almost certainly nothing, the worst emotion that any Other would probably experience to a human general obliterating even an entire wight army would probably be minor annoyance, but killing one of their own? That might cause them to revise their strategems, or attempt to bypass me entirely.
Thanks for the question, BeachBum.
SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King
SLAL and I spent a while discussing the latter point at Ice & Fire Con; the Others’ arrogance (from what we’ve seen of them) could prove a significant weakness.
I keep wondering if wildfire could be utilized somehow… maybe as landmines? Little sealed clay pots of it, thrown by slings into the enemy lines to explode on impact? (Does it explode on impact?)
All girls continue to be taught when they are young, if not by their parents then by the culture around them, that they must earn the right to be loved — that “femaleness” is not good enough. This is a female’s first lesson in the school of patriarchal thinking and values. She must earn love. She is not entitled. She must be good enough to be loved. And good is always defined by someone else, someone on the outside.
bell hooks in Communion: Female Search for Love (via daniellemertina)
We know he speaks in butchered English, simple sentences because English is his second language.
But if you write from his point of view, or if you write him speaking Russian to other Russian people? Write him in fluent, rich English! I’ve seen too many fics where the narration is still simple and butchered, but no one thinks like that in their head!
YESSS.
(My favourite thing is writing when people like Kent or Bitty are trying to speak to him in Russian, so he and other Russian speakers are rich and fluent, but the Anglophones come across as… abrupt, poorly-phrased caricatures. And you have to remember that a language gap obscures a lot of a person’s true personality.)
People are BLATANTLY IGNORING the fact that Tater went after the rat FOR SNOWY and that he would punch anyone who tried to hurt SNOWY so that they can keep shipping him with the rat. I don’t understand the mass idiocracy. I just don’t.
MEANWHILE PLEASE GIVE ME:
-Rookie!Tater having a crush on Snowy that translates into him awkwardly harrassing him in lame attempts to flirt
-Tater getting a little turned on every time Snowy swears at him
-ONE TIME SNOWY IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM AND HE DROPS HIS PHONE AND MUTTERS “FUCK” RIGHT IN TATER’S EAR AND TATER HAS TO GO TAKE A COLD SHOWER
-Tater being known for beating the shit out of people who try to fuck with Snowy. On or off the ice
-They’re celebrating at a bar once and someone tries to pick a fight with Snowy and suddenly Tater is THERE. LOOMING. SCOWLING. He sprains his wrist that night and gets benched for a few games because of it
-Tater complimenting Snowy about his beautiful eyes and manly stubble and grace on the ice in Russian and Guy being the only person who understands him
-(Guy honestly just finds all his team mates hilariously dumb)
-Tater showing up with a bear and balloons and flowers at the hospital after a puck gives Snowy a concussion and he ends up in the hospital
-…with bandaged hands because of course he went after the guy who shot the puck at Snowy
-Tater sheepishly standing in the doorway of his hospital room, and Snowy looks up, and instead of the usual swearing on sight, he just kind of sighs and tells Tater to get over there
-Tater doing little thoughtful things for Snowy
-Snowy starting to do them back
-Snowy using duolingo to teach himself Russian and then getting SUPER FLUSTERED as he starts to translate what Tater says about him (all this time, he thought Tater was making fun of him)
-The first time Snowy sits next to Tater on a roadie, he falls asleep on Tater’s shoulder and Tater is so afraid to move
-(Jack totally knows what’s up)
-Snowy showing up after their game against the Aces and asking Tater to come for drinks, and them staying up until two in the morning talking, just talking, for once
-By the end of the night, they’re sitting close enough that Tater can sling his arm over Snowy’s shoulders
-The first time Snowy cusses a guy out FOR TATER
-Tater getting injured and Snowy being there when he wakes up
-A slow, tentative courtship that only really heats up after Jack comes out
It’s a tough game against the Bruins, always is. They play good, hard, old-time hockey, and even though the Falconers are a fairly new team, proximity quickly creates rivals. Alexei’s had a lot of work to do in terms of deflecting shots and keep Boston players away from the net. It’s a tough game for Snowy’s first start, but he’s held off every shot so far. Marty and Guy each have a goal, and the Bruins are starting to play more desperately, taking harder shots and giving harder hits. Laflamme is already out of the game after a big hit from Chara. At 6′4″, Alexei is taller than a lot of guys but definitely not Chara.
At ten minutes left in the game, Marchand comes barreling in with the puck, and Snowy dives out in a reckless save, covering the puck and knocking down Marchand in the process. Alexei goes in on standby. Marchand gets up, shouts at Snowy, gives him a hard shove. He’s got 63 by the sweater before he even realizes it, shouting, “Don’t you fucking mess with goalie!”
“Get the fuck off me!”
“Maybe then don’t fucking push goalie!”
The linemen come in and break it up fairly quickly, but the Providence crowd is cheering and shouting. Alexei still has tunnel vision almost, wants to punch Marchand in his rat face, wants to make him pay for daring to shove his friend. Let him try that shit again. He has a devastating hit planned for him if he does.
“Hey, great game, Snowy!”
“A shutout for your first game! Fuckin’ A!”
Alexei grins from his locker, pride welling up in his chest. Yes, that’s my friend. My roomie got a shutout! A hand claps his shoulder, causing him to turn. Marty smiles at him, says, “That was a great last shift, Tater Tot.”
Alexei blinks at him.
“Marty, what is Tater Tots?”
“Uh… it’s like a food. Tiny potatoes?”
“Why you are calling me tiny potato?”
“I finally thought of a good nickname for you,” Marty explains, “I couldn’t think of anything before, but I think Tater fits pretty well.”
“Tater is like potato?”
“Yeah, and who the shit doesn’t love potatoes? C’mere…”
He leads Alexei over to the rest of the group. Thirdy calls out, “There’s Tater! Tater, you were incredible! I can’t believe you almost kicked Marchand’s ass!”
“Well, since he so much smaller, I thought would be unfair.”
The guys all laugh.
“Yeah, that’s sure gonna teach guys not to mess with Snowy, though…”
Alexei catches Snowy’s gaze, and the two friends share a smile. Good game. Very good game.
just moving along like everyone else 