you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”
and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?
and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?
what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.
older Miles is a bit of an ass, complete with snide remarks, a perpetual bad mood, and of course, more lying. he almost reminds me of Felix but more obnoxious. he still has a huge crush on Adrienne though that has only gotten worse over the years. only her bright sunshine behavior seems to bring out the softer side of him
Cas and Dean mulling wine together in the kitchen, and Cas accidentally forgetting to add sugar but Dean says that’s OK. He’ll just kiss it off Cas’ lips and that’ll make it sweet enough. Cas rolls his eyes, and Dean smiles that charming smile.
Cas and Dean chopping logs together for a big hearth fire, breath pluming and sweat steaming off them as they work. Every now and then they catch each other’s eyes; they watch each other.
Cas and Dean going to pick out a Christmas tree together and taking forever because no, this one’s too big, that one’s too wide, this one’s got a branch missing, that one’s got too many branches. When they finally pick one out that they’re both happy with, Dean calls it an actual Christmas miracle. He’s already looking forward to having the same argument next year.
Cas and Dean both sneaking mistletoe behind their backs - Cas awkward and nervous, Dean flustered but cocky - and holding it over each other’s heads, and laughing. Cas’ eyes are all alight; Dean looks soft and so, so happy. It feels so good to hold each other in their big warm jumpers, and kiss and kiss and kiss.
So it’s the last hour of work today and the time is just slugging along and I change what I’m listening to to the Sanders Sides playlist. First off, wow okay. The first vidoes and character appearances just sounded so different than they do now that they’re flushed out.
Not the point, anyway:
I listen to audiobooks a lot and generally the narrator will have grossly different voices for the characters (sans the main one) so it’s easier for the listener to differentiate between narration, character 1,2,3et. Al (jeeze Parker. Stop with the MLA format citation ref) but with Thomas… it’s so strange because of how he designed and set them up. He created the videos to be watched, not listened to as it is with audio books, so the voices should’ve been indistinguishable most of the time, right? WRONG.
Virgil is the easiest for me to pick out. His voice is the lowest and is in the register where it gravels (not particularly healthy for one’s voice but thankfully it changed later on)
Logan is the next easiest, is voice is not as deep as Virge’s, but simultaneously not as high as Thomas’s. Plus it’s monotone. Little if any inflection. (Even when Logan shouts ’NO YOU CANT PLAY WITH US!’ In the losing my motivation video, It’s just louder)
Roman and Patton’s will sometimes blend a bit, but there are subtle nuances in both that help to differentiate them.
Roman’s, while being wrapped in bravado, comes from the chest, like it would if you were singing in your chest voice. I also have a feeling that Thomas tightens his abs while playing him to help project the voice, because his is also typically the loudest.
Patton’s on the other hand, has the most inflection. If Roman’s voice is the chest voice, then Patton’s is Thomas’s head voice. It also just feels the warmest out of all of them, whenever Pat said a line I found myself smiling a little.
Now, something else that took me by surprise was how much each voice sounded or didn’t sound like Thomas’s actual voice. Virgil and Patton are probably the furthest from Thomas’s natural speaking voice, Roman will occasionally sound like Thomas, but Logan’s is incredibly similar (possibly because he visualizes himself closest to what Thomas actually looks/sounds like?) it’s the same pitch and everything, just monotone.
But what also is interesting, is how Thomas has made the right and left brains sound like they…. belong? Together? Wrong word choice but still.
Virgil and Logan, left brain, low, calculated, down to earth.
Roman and Patton, right brain, high, lots of inflection, spontaneous.
Does anyone else have any thoughts? Or am I crazy?
We’re into the final stretch now and, while this episode is
mostly one that builds into the finale, there’s still a lot to be garnered
here. We finally get a view into how
Victor sees his own skating and his thoughts going forward. But I won’t
frontload all the commentary into the intro so let’s delve into the set itself!
Ahh the ring kiss. Along with Yuuri’s, this shot was
completely updated in the release version (so it actually looks like a kiss and
not just pressing their lips against it). Something I love about this is how unplanned it feels. We could tell a minute
prior that Victor kissing Yuuri’s
ring was a spur of the moment thing due to Yuuri’s hand being fully lifted by
Victor’s before Yuuri clued in and clasped it back and this pair ring kiss
feels like a follow-up to that. I always got the feeling of connection through this gesture, like
there was some kind of invisible string linking them together.
I love this second gif for a few reasons. We can spy Yuuri
reflected in Victor’s eyes and that directly mirrors how Yuuri is also in
Victor’s heart. Yuuri’s skating and
determination to push himself further has become an inspiration for Victor. This is the kind of thing that Victor has
long forgotten, since his days as a Junior skater, and it makes him beyond
happy to see Yuuri grasping it here. To me, this moment doesn’t feel like
Victor grasping at inspiration to use for himself,
but instead that he’s overjoyed to see that Yuuri
is the one grasping it.
And with this third gif, we see Victor cheering for Yuuri
while he’s skating. What I love about it is how into it he is. His entire
body moves with his cheers! He’s not just passively clapping or smiling
like he does in earlier episodes. He even jumps when Yuuri does! Yuuri has become his skating, even if he doesn’t
quite realize it himself yet. Yuuri has become his expression of self on the ice. His entire view on his own skating
has shifted; he doesn’t need to be on
the ice anymore if Yuuri can be for both of them.
And his emotions show us that too, as we can see with this
fourth (unmoving) gif. His face looks displeased but he’s not actually upset at
Yuuri, he’s upset for him. He knows
that Yuuri isn’t going to be happy with the turnout of that performance, and thus
Victor feels it too. If you check out their expressions at the kiss & cry,
you’ll see that they actually match. They really are on the same wavelength
This fifth gif is easily one of my favourites of the entire
series. It’s the first time we really get a look into how Victor views his own skating. It isn’t some inspiring
thing like it seems to others; it’s literally become like “fetters around his
neck”, strangling him. Saying that he doesn’t enjoy his skating anymore is a massive understatement. It’s been said by
official sources that Victor was lonely and in just this scene you can feel
that crushingly so. He looks so isolated here. And to think of how all the people
in his life only encourage him to stay in/go back to such a place…
However, a lot has changed for Victor since then. He’s found
something, someone, that’s helped him
rediscover joy in his life. While he may still be around skating, he doesn’t
need to be strangled by it anymore as he can sit back and pour his inspiration
and feelings into Yuuri. You can see through this episode that Victor is just
as invested in Yuuri’s skating as Victor was in his own. What he’s saying here
is that Yuuri has helped inspire him and what he wants to do about that isn’t go back to skating with it, it’s pump it back into Yuuri. He doesn’t want
to just take it and run, he wants to become a positive feedback loop to help
Yuuri reach his own, and by extension Victor’s, dreams. Through this, Victor
realizes that Yuuri really has become his
In contrast, we see young Victor who has a very different
expression on the ice than his older self did. This is a Victor that could
still enjoy skating, could still enjoy the challenge that it presented. In
contrast to the earlier gif of isolated Victor, this one has a much brighter
background to show the difference in mindset. Also interestingly, this scene is
cut in through Yurio’s SP. I’ve always believed that Yakov is unintentionally
making Yurio into a Victor 2.0 and this kind of seals that impression in stone.
What that means for right now is that both are talented skaters that have the
self-drive to improve if for no other reason than to one-up themselves.
One key element that can get overlooked about this eighth
gif, before I delve into my interpretation, is the perspective. The moment before, when we saw the close-up of Victor’s
expression from the back (where he looked ‘unhappy’) is actually the same face
that we see here. The moment before was Yuuri’s
POV and, in contrast, this gif is from Victor’s
(or at least an outsider’s). You can see that all the negative impressions that
Yuuri’s POV implies simply aren’t there at all. Victor looks observant, not
upset. He’s just watching and taking in what’s happening. Yet Yuuri, through a
combination of his anxiety and stress (about having decided to retire after the
GPF among other things), has skewed Victor’s expression to mean something that
This ninth gif is also one of my favourite shots because,
combined with the speech overlaid on top of it, it tells us explicitly what
Victor thinks of the current skating scene from
the perspective of an observer. The text says “How does long-time rival
Victor Nikiforov feel as he watches [Chris] perform from the audience?” As we
can clearly see, he’s happy. There’s
nothing about this expression that’s complicated. He’s content being part of
the audience because he’s relearned how to enjoy skating from a different
perspective – from the sidelines.
This last gif, besides exemplifying how beautiful Victor is
as a person, feels “innocent” to me. What I mean by that, besides the fact that
there’s a lot of white and light colours in the image, is Victor has no idea what’s coming. He’s trusting, his guard is down,
and he probably thinks that Yuuri just wants to talk about something regarding
his next program. And he does, in a sense, but definitely not what Victor
assumes. Victor’s finally reached a
happy place in his life, but unfortunately for him everyone else doesn’t seem
to be done with his skating yet…
actually love Victor in this episode; we may not see him a whole lot but we
learn so much about both his current
self and his past self. It really fills in all the gaps. The episode is also a
very interesting study on how character perspective can influence audience
impression (thanks Yuuri). That said, I enjoyed writing this so I hope it’s
enlightening! I’ll see you guys in the finale!
Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)
Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!
warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut! —————————————————————————————————-
You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You
decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about
Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked
closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.
“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the
step below him.
He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get
him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”
“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied,
taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.
“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly
for bringing it up.
You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure
walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the
same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial
features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to
be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping
his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.
“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.
You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being
hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot
going on right now” You tried to justify your words.
“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been
going on for years!” he raised his voice.
“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he
“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked
down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You
don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”
He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind
him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you
didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just
hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally
unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse.
You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that
he wanted to be left alone. ****
You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After
everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had
come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for
Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about
to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and
made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the
door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat
and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.
“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could
come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands
He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his
voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you
and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him
and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.
“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t
know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he
made no move to try and wipe them away.
“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m
sorry” he finished.
He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist,
pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms
around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.
He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on
the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in
the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his
shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen
Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no
emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and
moved his hands to his side.
You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow
pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and
vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a
swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between
you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your
eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring
at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he
“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you
said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him
some clean clothes. ****
You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your
bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked
towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed,
and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on
you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his
muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and
saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the
other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the
shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.
You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.
“What?” he asked.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your
hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He
didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he
warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It
was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything
but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the
pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your
head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against
his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of
protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next
couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you. ****
You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your
shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.
“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was
“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff
“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you
“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”
“What time is it?”
Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch.
“It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back
down onto the bed slowly.
“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can
talk to me and trust me” you whispered.
He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped
your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one
more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once
The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your
sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming
“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined
your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck,
making you feel weak.
“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and
moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on
poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted
and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against
his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms
traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips
upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark
buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the
jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties
to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit
as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit,
making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto
him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still
so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to
lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were
comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself
down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed
his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you,
keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands
roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought
your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.
“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much
for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t
hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded
into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock
throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally
came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.
“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with
“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips
one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the
cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling
him. He sighed as he got it all out, and
it felt like a weight off his shoulders. —————————————————————————————————-