She didn’t try to clarify, just concentrated on keeping her heart from beating out of her chest with his nerves. She hoped she didn’t go into him; that would be awkward and hard to explain. One day, she vowed in the back of her mind, she would learn to control that too. She…
“Most people aren’t really trying to hurt others; they’re just thoughtless and don’t pay attention.” Not that that helped the person who had gotten hurt, but motive did matter. Summer ran her thumb gently along his hand, stroking his knuckles. “It’ll be okay.”
It took her a moment to realise how he’d heard what she said. “Oh — I, um … no, I won’t get mad. I might … other things, but I won’t get mad.” She held very still, as if he was a wild animal that might flee at sudden motion.
“…Other things?” He stated helplessly, clearly…
She didn’t try to clarify, just concentrated on keeping her heart from beating out of her chest with his nerves. She hoped she didn’t go into him; that would be awkward and hard to explain. One day, she vowed in the back of her mind, she would learn to control that too. She closed her fingers over his and squeezed gently. “That helps.”
They actually named Skye on Agents of SHIELD “Mary Sue” … ‘nuff said.
Why is Skye a Mary Sue and Melinda May isn’t? Or Jemma Simmons?
Show your work.
Mary Sue Poots is first introduced as an anarchist hacker, living in a van but still…
If you’re asking me to write a defense of Simmons or May, I can’t. They’re flat, boring characters. The whole cast is boring at best, terrible at worst.
But Mary Sue Poots goes beyond this. The entire character is an abomination.
So you’re engaging in a discussion of a show you don’t like and probably don’t watch any more.
Orchid heard a soft voice. She couldn’t understand what it said, but it sounded scared. “Hello?”
The reply wasn’t…
“Okay, um, you should still probably stay low key. Just in case.” Orchid knew she was close. How close was the question. A small doorway was to her right. A possibility.
“I can’t do anything in here anyway. I can’t see, it’s dark and small and smells funny and I think there might be rats or mice or something.” Her voice was starting to spiral up into fear, and no matter how hard she tried to control herself it didn’t seem to work.
She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. “If there’s going to be an explanation, I guess you can come in.” Her voice was toneless, pitched slightly higher with the crystalline, frozen state of her emotions.
She wanted to say, sharp and hard and with all the worry…
She still couldn’t think what to say. Captive. For a month. Oddly, her mind fixed on the fact that it also meant a month’s absence from school — and then something seemed to click.
“Why did no one know to tell me?” There was still that colourless clarity in her voice. “Am I a secret, Isaac? A shame? You wanted — ” She cut short, to try to reimpose the lack of emotion that shattered the last word. “You didn’t want to be a fling to me, so what am I to you, then?”
And then her throat closed up with incipient tears, and she couldn’t say anything more.
((It irritated me that Merlin like completely forgot about the kindness of others when it came to Freya. HE couldn’t say he wouldn’t save the woman he loved (being put to death or not) because he had done just that and would probably still do it but then he goes and says ‘Oh yeah…
Slow down you two, that’s not how it happened. Arthur tracked Mordred’s footprints; Merlin didn’t give him away. Mordred just believed he did.
