I was actually pretty surprised bc the nico bar sales dude chatted with me bc SCARY FOREIGNER but I guess he heard me asking the other girls some stuff in jp and realized it was fine?? Maybe that’s it, remove the language barrier and they’re fine with it??
Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.
"You better hold on," Derek advises. He turns his head slightly to the side, glancing at him over his shoulder. "I don’t want to get in trouble if you get hurt."
"Good idea," Stiles agrees, having to raise his voice in order to be heard over the loud engine. "My dad might press charges. Did I mention he’s the sheriff back home?"
I just love this scene. You can see how much Castiel likes his brother in the way he slowly cracks his first smile in ages at the simple mention of his name.
And about that smile? It’s not just that he’s reassured the Winchesters are in good hands. It feels more like he’s remembering a really happy memory, probably one he’s shared with Ez’ and I just— SO CUTE OKAY
There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote… of a soul?