and for a while everything is fine but then

anonymous asked:

This fucking guy had like 5 tiny items in a basket and he just props it down on the counter and doesn't empty it? That'd be fine if he didn't have a fucking swarmy ass smirk while I emptied it. Afterwards I go "you can take your basket to the front." And he goes "can't you do it?" I look back at the 5 person line he caused and go "just up front there!" While being smiley and bubbly and he grabs it and sarcastically goes you're welcome and I say Thank you! In an equally sarcastic tone. Fuck him!

I have lost all patience with that bs. I tip the basket over so everything rolls out. I have had numerous people yell and had to get someone to run for a new dozen eggs more than once. But if they plop down the full basket it’s getting tipped.

-Rodney

Guys if you wanna keep any level of integrity within the ks fandom (in the eyes of everyone else at least) can y'all at least AT LEAST cool it with the fucking sangwoo/yoonbum ship art? It’s one thing to read it for the horror and gore (which is fine) but if you start shipping it and romanticizing two gay dudes in an abusive relationship it literally just turns you into exactly what everything thinks the ks fandom is….

Basically don’t claim to be reading it just for the horror and suspense while (in the same breath) posting and reblogging ship art that does exactly what everyone accuses the ks fandom of doing: romanticizing a gay abusive relationship

little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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six of crows characters + cooking

kaz: could probably cook if it came down to that or starving, prefers to stare judgementally while everyone else tries and fails

inej: can manage fine when she has a recipe to follow but isn’t that bothered so will normally just make whatever’s quickest and easiest

nina: cannot cook, is forbidden to go anywhere near the kitchen when food’s being prepared, manages to sneak pieces of food out anyway

matthias: everything he makes tastes like burned cardboard except, for some reason, desserts.  this boy is a baking prodigy.  no-one understands it

jesper: would actually be quite good if he’d only follow the damn recipe but who wants to do that?  also banned from going near the kitchen after that time he and nina tried to make dinner and nobody’s allowed to mention it

wylan: tries his best but can’t cook to save his life.  has set something on fire more than once.  

kuwei: is actually good at cooking but would rather sit quietly and watch the disaster that is everyone else in the kitchen instead of helping

Cookies or Pie: Part 2

AN: This is the demanded part two of I love You! There will actually be a part 3 then I’m wrapping this thing up.

Part 1

I highly recommend playing THIS while you read … . Sorry in advance


    “You certainly left a mess behind Ms. Y/N. Everyone is so very quiet, it’s almost as though we’ve returned to the days right after your grandparents died. It’s much too familiar for my taste. We haven’t seen Master Dick in weeks, but Ms. Gordon assures me he’s fine.

Master Jason has been around quite a bit. He likes to sit outside the door to your room, listening to something on his phone.

Master Tim hasn’t had one cup of coffee since everything happened. He muttered something about a promise, but his caffeine withdrawals have been terrible for us all.

Master Damian was very quiet. Even young Mr. Kent wasn’t able to get him to speak. He’s spending time at their farm now. I’m hoping that being around all the animals would help him.

And your father, your father is a mess quite frankly. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth. He’s gone out to see you every day since the funeral. Spends at least an hour out there with you. He hasn’t been on patrol since it happened.Members of the league keep stopping by, but he refuses to see them. I’m quite worried, Ms. Y/N.”

Alfred pauses to take a sip of tea, considering his words carefully, “We should have told them. We should have given them the option. This isn’t like the other times. You can’t fight back against a disease, you can’t arrest it or find out it’s plot. They’re quite lost without something to physically fight.

And I …I’m quite lost myself. There’s nothing I can say to make them feel better. Nothing I can to do to help them process or bring them back together. That was always you. You were able to stop the bickering, and you were able to make them laugh.

You joked quite a bit about not being a part of the family business but I believe you were an integral part. You were the part that kept us grounded, kept us smiling. You kept us a family, and I don’t think that can be replicated.”

Alfred stares at the picture of you. It was taken only a few months before your diagnosis. He still finds it hard to believe that it had taken you so quickly. He takes another staggering breath before saying, “I will be sure to keep you updated. Same time tomorrow then.” He nods once to himself, before moving out of his rooms.

He’s a bit surprised to find the lights on and all of his boys sitting around the table. They give him a sad look as he takes his seat at the table. Jason is the first to speak, “Where you talking to her again?”

He nods, “It helps, strange as it sounds.”

Jason gives him a grim smile, “Nah, I understand. I keep listening to this song she talked about in those last days. ‘If I die young?’ Only thing I could think about during the funeral. “

Dick wipes a hand over his face, “Better off than me. I keep listening to these old voice mails she left. They’re silly and short, but they’re her.”

Bruce’s voice is rough, “She never complained. About the late nights or the crime fighting. None of it. She’d just wait up, and when we came up she’d just smile and ask, “Good night or bad night?”

Tim let’s out a little laugh, “Good night we had cookies, bad nights we had pie. And she always tried to switch out my coffee for decaf. Said it was going to kill me before Gotham could.”

Bruce smiles, “Weird she said the same thing about her mom and me.”

Dick’s the one who asks, “You heard anything from Selina?”

Bruce shakes his head, “Not since I had to tell her. I should probably start looking.”

Jason nods, “There haven’t been any major heists, I’ve been checking.”

Dick’s voice comes out in a whisper, “She can’t really be gone, can she? She’s going to walk through the doors in her favorite pajamas any minute right? And she’ll ask, good night or bad night?”

“No.” Damian’s voice is sad, more wracked with grief than any of them had ever heard it. “She’s gone, and there’s nothing we can do about that. What we can do is remember her, and live the way she would want us to.”

“Protect Gotham.” Tim says.

“Protect the innocent.” Jason adds.

“Protect our family and stick together.”

Bruce smiles, as a tear falls down his face, “And remember that there is always time for cookies or pie.”

Smiling, Alfred asks, “So is it a good night or a bad night?”

They exchange looks before saying all together, “Both.”

anonymous asked:

How do you draw the head and bodyplease help!

Okay so, as I said, I’m completely self taught. So I don’t have any awesome tips or whatever.

I usually begin with the chin or a semi circle (which is supposed to represent the skull or a head without hair). Some people start by eyes, that’s fine too. You can start by everything, just do what’s easier for you.

As you can see, I draw a cross which the intersection is “in the middle”. I put eyes on the horizontal line (and use the vertical line as reference to situate the symmetry axis). I draw the nose a bit under the intersection.

Though, I don’t do this anymore. I completely skip it and I directly draw everything. (Still, it’s pretty useful, I used to do this for a while.)

left: starting by the top - right: starting by the chin (well, it’s more like by the cheek)


I use head part as central point of my drawing. Like, I’m too used to drawing the head first, so now I always begin with it.

Then, I always draw the body without clothes. That’s easier for me, so I can check if body proportions are correct.

(speed up x4)

Tip: Women’s hips are wider than men’s. In fact, I try to draw shoulders and hips with the same width (for women). 
As for men, their shoulders are wider than their hips. 

Everybody’s morphology is different, but it’s roughly something like this:

And if you need to vizualise it with geometric shapes:

I suck at drawing men though. lol

So yeah, I always draw bald and naked characters first. Then, I draw their face and add clothes. 

It hits me at the strangest times,” she said. “I’ll be fine for a while and then these overwhelming pangs of loneliness just shoot right through me.”

“And it doesn’t matter how many people are around or how busy I am. In those moments, it takes everything inside of me to stop unwelcome tears from falling down my face. It’s exhausting,” she laughed to no one,“It’s exhausting to never feel okay.”

Her eyes stayed carefully trained up at the cloud filled sky as she willed her tears to stay put. Dark shadows haunted the undersides of her beautiful eyes, dulled by sleepless nights and lonely days.

“The worst part is that I don’t know if this will ever end. If there will ever come a day when I feel like I actually belong. And I don’t know how to keep living like this,” her voice shook with pain,“I keep promising myself that I’ll be happy after this part of my life is over. But what if it’s not just a season?” she paused,“what if it’s just me?
—  L.A.L.
Fights.

Request: Requested by @neverabandonthejeep: One shot pls :) where some other guy at school is trying to hit on you and stiles gets really mad and picks a fight with them even though he knows he’s gonna lose thanks 😘.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, language, and mentions of blood (not too graphic though).

Fandom: Teen Wolf.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post and forgive if it’s bad, I had a serious writer block till now. Also I changed the request a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

(Not my gif, credit to its owner).

The lacrosse team dressing room was packed. There were boys showering, others changing to head out of the school and others were talking about who knows what.

Stiles and Scott were discussing quietly some supernatural issues while gathering their things to finally go home. Everything was fine until Andrew Jones, one of the team Golden Boys and full-time jerk entered the room.

“Damn it, how can someone with just their presence bother everyone’s existence,” Stiles grunted at the sight of Andrew laughing with his gang of brainless friends. Scott turned his head a little to catch what his friend was observing.

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, I mean yeah, he’s a complete idiot but apart from that, he has never done something bad to you,” Stiles let out a fake chuckle to put on a serious face after. “You, my friend are too good to see that he is a complete asshole with a ridiculous personality, and don’t for-” Scott’s laugh interrupted his best friend rambling. To say the Stilinski boy didn’t like Andrew was an understatement, but this whole exposition of reasons just lead to one main argument: Jones had a thing for you, Stiles girlfriend.

“Are you sure, this has nothing to be with the fact that Andrew likes (Y/N)?”

“Maaaybeee, but after all he’s insufferable,” The two mates felt silent as they stared at the boy in question getting closer to them with his group of friends.

“Look what we have here, the athlete and his loser best friend,” Andrew commented earning a killer glare from Stiles and an eye roll from Scott.

“What do you want, Jones?” Stiles fumed, he honestly didn’t have time for this or anything that involved Andrew Jones.

“Nothing, really. Annoying you just gives me satisfaction,” Scott scoffed, this asshole was being beyond ridiculous and yes, he understood why his best friend hated him.

“Oh yeah? You know what causes me satisfaction? Not facing jerks like you who can’t even understand a proper phrase” And with that Stiles turned around to leave, followed by Scott.

“Alright Stilinski, leave but please say hi to (Y/N) for me and don’t forget to mention that I wish I could see that body of hers,” Oh no, that went way too far. Nobody made that kind of comments about you, not if he was there. His body shifted so now he could face the jerk in front of him.

“What did you say little fucker?” Stiles voice came out low and threatening and his eyes were blind by the anger. The smirk Andrew had just got bigger at this reaction.

“I said, that I wish to see your girl in all her magnificence,” That was it. Stiles curled his hands into fists and punched Andrew with a strength he didn’t even know he had. The boy fell from the force, and everyone looked at Stiles amazed; usually he would attack someone verbally, he never punched and kicked his way out of situations, but this time something really took him to the limit.

“Son of a bitch!” Andrew shouted; now the big bad guy was angry. This wasn’t going to end well. Rapidly recomposing himself from the blow, he pushed Stiles making him fall and started to punch him repeatedly. The blood was starting to drip from Stiles‘ nose and he was sure that his face would be dark purple in certain places.

“What the hell is happening here?” Someone gasped, all the boys in the room getting out of their daze to see a feminine figure standing shocked at the view of the other two guys wrestling on the floor.

“Scott! Do something!” You shouted, was he really watching his friend being beaten and doing nothing to stop it?

“Shit! Right,” The werewolf used his muscles to throw Andrew to the other side of the room, probably leaving him unconscious, and his group of friends flew off after witnessing Scott’s strength.

“My gosh, Stiles!” The boy tried to sit straight but his body was in pain, you rushed to his side and helped him. There were bruises starting to form in his beautiful skin and his nose was bleeding, that sure hurt.

“I’m fine (Y/N). It’s alright,” The comment didn’t make things better, this situation was not fine at all.

“No, it’s not alright you dumbass. What were you thinking? I mean look at you!” You stressed. He stared at your face that even with a frown of worry looked beautiful. By now, Scott was helping you to put him on his feet so you could go to the infirmary.

“(Y/N). Love. Calm down, please. It doesn’t hurt because it was for a good reason” Stiles half smiled at you, but hell, you were angry at him for getting himself in this situations.

“And what was that good reason?” You asked, scanning his features.

“I was defending you. He was saying bad things about you. And I-” He was interrupted by the feeling of your hand on his sore cheek.

“Look Stilinski, I love that you wanted to stand up for me, but a bump fight isn’t the solution,” And it was true, you’d rather being called things that watching him get severely hurt.

“She’s right man” Scott agreed with you. Stiles smiled lightly, knowing you cared deeply about him.

“Okay, Okay. Now, you two fools take me to the infirmary. This hurts like hell” You and his werewolf friend laughed at his sass.

“Alright, princess” You responded jokingly.

anonymous asked:

So if you wanted some prompts I have some for AvAc Winteriron: 1) Bucky is crushing hard on Tony and is irrationally jealous of Misty, whose arm Tony made her. He also wants an arm spesifically made for him by Tony! Even if the one he has is working perfectly fine already!

2) After arriving at the Academy, Bucky is shown around by Tony, and is really drawn to him. He’s so impressed by everything Tony has done for the academy (not that Tony likes to mention it, he only does so in passing as if it isn’t important), and after staying there for a while he is slightly horrified by how some people treat him/take advantage of him all the time.

3) Every new song Bucky writes has subtle hints about how he is in love with Tony, not that Tony ever notices. Janet, however, does, and confronts Bucky about it to be sure he won’t break Tony’s heart, because she knows how Tony feels about Bucky as well.

These were so cute, I combined all three. This is nearly 6k, so ‘ware the readmore! (I’ll put it up on Ao3 as soon as I get a chance, for easier reading/bookmarking…)

“Hi, welcome to Avengers Academy!”

Bucky turned toward the voice, wary. When someone said “welcome” at Hydra, it usually meant they were planning to humiliate you or get the drop on you with an ambush.

Well, they could try. The Winter Soldier had carved out a niche of respect at Hydra, and he would make one here, if he had to.

“Usually it’s Jan or Pepper doing the welcome tour, but Pep’s off interviewing some potential recruits and Jan’s right in the middle of planning next month’s parties, so I said I’d do it. So hi, welcome – I said that already, didn’t I? – um, I’m Tony Stark, nice to meet you!”

Bucky looked him over. Tony Stark had armored boots and a gauntlet on his extended hand, and was wearing a garish red and yellow jacket over skin-tight jeans. Those jeans did not look practical for combat, but they did an excellent job of showing off Tony’s legs. Tony had artfully fluffy hair that made Bucky want to mess it up, and a scraggly attempt at facial hair that was kind of cute in its utter failure. He’d started off with a bright smile, but it was beginning to fade, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“Uh, okay,” Tony said, dropping the extended hand and rubbing it on his other arm uncertainly. “So you’re the Winter Soldier, huh? Is that… what you want us to call you? I mean, most everyone’s got a codename and, you know, a real name, but we’re pretty divided on what we want people to call us. I’m Tony and Jan is Jan and Pepper is Pepper unless she’s really mad at you in which case she’s Ms. Potts. But you should see how mad Enchantress gets if you try to call her Amora, and man, do not call Hulk Bruce, he smashes extra hard if you do that. And ‘Spider-Man’ thinks he’s maintaining a secret identity, so we pretty much humor him and call him that if he’s got his mask on, you know?”

Bucky considered this. “Names are nothing but words / it is the soul within that hurts,” he tried. Not the best meter or rhyme, but there was a theme there worth exploring.

Tony stared at him blankly for a moment. “Um. So you’re… cool with whatever, I guess. Okay. Well, I’m supposed to show you around the campus, so come on, I’ll make sure you know where everything important is!”

Tony led Bucky around the campus in a wide arc. Bucky already knew the campus layout, of course, having studied it in preparation for attack. But it was very different, seeing things with his own eyes, and Tony’s constant stream of chatter was often amusing.

“Two nightclubs, in fact,” Tony was saying proudly. “There’s the Galaxy club there–” He pointed toward a garish neon building. “–and the Guardians put on a mean death metal show, I gotta say. But a lot of us prefer something a little more homey, and that’s Club A. Pool table, jukebox, great dance floor.” He looked sidelong at Bucky, then shrugged. “Cap spends a lot of time in there, so…”

Bucky didn’t let himself wince, but he wanted to. His feelings about Cap – Steve – were… complicated. But Tony was looking at him hopefully, waiting for some sort of reaction, and Bucky was oddly disinclined to disappoint him. “The bartender is a robot,” he observed.

“What? Oh, yeah, I made him.”

“By yourself?” It took – had taken – a team of three Hydra scientists to merely perform maintenance on Bucky’s arm.

“Oh, sure, robots are easy. The challenging bit was upgrading him so it didn’t cause any long-term damage when his head comes off.”

Bucky stared at Tony.

Tony shrugged. “Crossbones keeps ripping his head off, and I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to tell him they don’t like that, but he won’t listen, so it seemed easier to just make it so it wouldn’t hurt them too much, you know?” Bucky had no trouble believing that. Crossbones was… unpleasant. It wasn’t enough for him to accomplish his missions. He made it personal.

Tony was still talking about the robot. “… already had some easy-repair joints for the robots at the blasting range, so I just had to find a way to–”

Now that sounded like something Bucky would enjoy. “Blasting range?” He swung his favorite rifle off his shoulder. “Show me.”

Tony’s smile was all teeth. “This way.”

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Snap, crackle, pop!

This technique has been a fun test in timing. First you put your base paint layer down (dark brown), then when that’s dry, apply a layer of clear shellac. While the shellac is still tacky (and there’s a very fine line between too dry and everything is a sloppy sticky mess!) brush on a mix of 1:1 Paint and Sodium Silicate and wait. You can use a wire brush or comb to tease the cracks in the right direction and spray on denatured alcohol on top to make the cracks more dramatic. Not sure yet if I’m going to seal it all.

(The plexi has film over it, don’t mind the mess. Also wear gloves and goggles and be well ventilated. Or else.)

ok the astral plane has been consumed so surely nobody can actually like. go there if they “die” and are just stuck in the material plane chilling out

my point is johann is chilling by his body and when everything’s saved they can grow him a new one and while it’s getting ready he’ll live in something else. just gotta soul jar his shit it’s fine

I Like Girls (Veronica x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do something where Archie (or another victim of your choice) tries to kiss the reader or something, but it turns out they are a lesbian. And so Veronica finds out they have a crush on her and teases them and lots of fluff. (Lol if you don’t do stuff other than jughead that’s fine)

A/N: Literally love this idea so much as I have such a crush on Veronica anyways. I’m going to use Chuck as my wonderful victim. I thought about using Archie but that boy is clueless with everything. Requests are Welcome!

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I Like Girls (Veronica x Reader)

For the past 10 minutes, Chuck has been trying to hit on you while you stared at him with a bored look on your face. You knew you were gay. You’ve known for the past 4 years but as fresh meat in Riverdale, not many people knew that.

Kevin, who was standing next you trying not to die laughing, knew you were gay the second you walked in the school doors. He compliments that he has a great gaydar when in reality, he caught you glancing at Cheryl Blossom’s beautiful ass. (oh my god that ass of hers is heaven)

“So You, Me, and Pop’s?” Chuck asks as you glance at Kevin, who’s actually dying against your locker.

“Um, Chuck, is it? I’m sorry I’m just not interested.” You shrug as Kevin lets out a snort, making you giggle a little.

“Oh Come on, Baby. One night with me, and you’ll be interested!” You and Kev share a look. Should you let him entertain the thought that you could possible like him or tell him there’s absolutely no way you could like him if you tried?

You were too nice and too gay to lead him on so you speak up, “Chuck. I’m gay. Like SUPER fucking gay.” Kevin laughs. “Like I would rather date Cheryl or Veronica than you or any other guy.”

Chuck pauses and the smile drops on his face. “You could have just said you weren’t interested.”

You roll your eyes and turn to kevin as Chuck walks away. “Why do all guys do that?”

He smiles down at you. “Cause they’re all clueless idiots.”

“So True.”

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uh?? so… an update on what’s been going on for the past few months as you think to yourself “i thought this blog died” asdfg

- my laptop broke not once but twice within the span of a month. i’ve been very careful with it and it seems to be running fine now!

- online school is Hell…… i haven’t been posting due to me always being behind so i wasn’t able to watch the show for the past 2 months!

- i lost everything! all of my gifs / edits / psds that i’ve been working on for the past 2 years got deleted due to my laptop breaking down so this whole blog is basically an archive of all the su gifs ive made! i was depressed when i found out but that’s not gonna stop me!

- ive spent a while looking for a good version of photoshop to use! i finally found one thats nice and runs well so i plan to be making more gifs as school dies down more.

- where is lion?????

i’m setting up a queue again because i really want this blog to be more active again. sorry for not posting!! i love and miss you all so much and i’ll do the best i can to get things rolling again!

  • Robert: Do you think if I got myself locked up, they would let us share a cell?
  • Aaron: Like that's ever gonna happen. All the stuff you do, you just get away with it.
  • Robert: Yeah, must have been born lucky.
  • Aaron: Or jammy. But seriously though, you will be careful, won't you? No one to watch your back while I'm in here. (buzzer)
  • Robert: Feels like I've only been here five minutes.
  • Aaron: Tell me about it. You'll come back soon, yeah?
  • Robert: Like you have to ask. (reaches under the table, touches his knee) Seriously, seeing you, it means everything.
  • Aaron: I know. Same here. I'd better be going, yeah?
  • Robert: You'll be okay?
  • Aaron: I'll be fine. Stop worrying. I'll see ya. (gets up, runs into Jase) Ooh!
  • Jason: Sorry about that, mate. You good?
  • Aaron: Yeah, you?
  • Jason: Never been better. It's turning into a really interesting day.
I don’t know. It’s been interesting to see… Me, Candice, the actress, especially did not expect their relationship to evolve so fast this season, but given the future prophecy, I think Barry has realized what’s truly important to him. He’s watched both his mother and his father die horrifically and I think, more than just trying to save Iris’ life, he wants to take advantage of every moment he has with her while she’s here. That’s kind of caused their relationship to evolve quickly. So I don’t know. I think once she’s saved, if she is saved, it will be interesting to see if they kind of continue in that same vein of progressing their relationship, or if they kind of slow down and enjoy the ride.
—  Candice Patton | E!News: Assuming Iris does survive and everything is fine, will she and Barry go right back to moving as fast as they have been lately, or slow down a bit?
12x11 is so important

Is anyone going to talk about how 12x11 is, at its core, about dementia and Alzheimer’s? This episode is so so so important if you look at it through that lens. 

Legitimately, the slow descent into forgetting who you are is how the disease operates. And, if you’ll notice, Dean was happy for the most part. What people don’t seem to know or understand is that while dementia is awful, most of the time, the person who is ill is totally fine because they’re unaware of what they’ve lost. They have no idea what’s happening, and so will go along with either what people tell them, or what their own minds have fabricated to explain certain things, etc. The people who really suffer because of this, then, are loved ones, who remember the events of the persons life and have to watch them slowly forget everything (i.e. Sam). 

Of course, people with dementia also have bad days or bad times of day. Between the hours of 4pm and about 6pm (give or take), it’s no uncommon for them to experience and exhibit agitation, frustration, aggression and major confusion (this is referred to as “sun-downing”). So, when Dean was looking at himself in the mirror and freaking out because he couldn’t remember who he was? People with dementia really experience that. And they can really freak out. I work in a long-term care facility (nursing home for people who need 4-6hrs of care), and just as I’ve had conversations where I’ve had to gently remind people of things, I’ve had to calm them down because they don’t remember where they are, or who they are, or they vaguely remember something and are convinced they’re in trouble. 

Guys, this episode was so well-written if you’re looking at it from this perspective.