But like, i can’t really be the only one that considers “The Fortuneteller“ the second (or third)* most anti-kataang episode of the show?
(*Number one is without a doubt “The Ember Island Players“, number two or three, depending on my mood is “The Southern Raiders”)
Like, it’s an episode that dedicates 22 minutes and 43 seconds of it’s 22 minute and 59 second run-time to showing the audience how Aang’s crush is jut that: a crush.
It isn’t even subtle about it:
Her name is Meng, which is phonetically nearly identical to Aang, AS THE SHOW ACTUALLY TAKES TIME TO POINT OUT TO YOU (“That rhymes with Meng!“) and she’s two years younger then the object of her affection.
THIS IS NOT A SUBTLE PARALLEL PEOPLE
Like, it all but rubs in our faces how it’s superficial:
(It even plays the same music.)
Then it has them using the same technique in an attempt to flirt:
Meng: “Hey, Aang. Don’t you think that cloud looks like a flower?”
Aang: “Hey, Katara, don’t you think that cloud look like a flower?”
And getting dismissed.
Then the object of their affections shows complete and utter disinterest:
(Because, they aren’t actually interested at all.)
And so on.
And then this happens:
Meng: “You don’t like me, do you?”
“Of course I like you.“
Meng: “But not the way I like you.”
“Oh, I guess not.”
“It’s okay. It’s just really hard when you like someone, but they don’t think of you that way.”
Aang: “I know what you mean.” Meng: “She’s beautiful, by the way.”
Meng: “That Water Tribe girl. I can see why you like her so much. She’s sweet, she’s a bender and her hair seems so manageable.”
“Don’t worry. You’re going to meet a great guy who’s going to completely fall for you. I know it.”
And it’s just… such a GOOD and PURE scene? and such a good message to send to children?
“You don’t like me the way i like you and, while it’s hard for me, that’s okay.“ What a wonderful thing to put in a children’s cartoon! Especially considering that we live in a world where “first-love-is-forever” is the norm.
I thought that those 16 seconds where Katara actually seems to consider him in a romantic light were there just so that they could milk the will-they-won’t-they for all it’s worth. I thought that there was just no way anyone could spend all that time telling one story, sending one message only to completely disregard it in the end. (aaand looooooool @mini-me what a fool i was, chakra opening rock anyone?)
Like, honestly, the first time i watched this episode I was completely convinced that this scene was foreshadowing the ultimate resolution of Aang’s crush on Katara: Aang realising that it’s one-sided and displaying emotional maturity and self-awareness.And giving his blessing for Katara to pursue other people.
Instead, the poor boy regresses completely, forces a kiss on her and is then rewarded for it by the narrative.
Manila traffic gets worse with each passing day. I doodled this in the car ride home and it came out pretty okay, so I decided to post it here! But come on Cheritz, this man is so bloody blessed, its unfair. Musically-inclined people are goals;; I can’t sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to save my life.
If you’re curious (youprobablyaren’t), the first three days of school were chill, but I can see it escalating pretty quickly. Not too long before I’m basically Jaehee, just y’all wait and watch me scrambling to submit all my science reports on time.
Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.
I miss you.
received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet
flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally
filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.
not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra
preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit
Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that
tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your
perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and
loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you
refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.
took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in
clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved
for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response
for the text message.
wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided
against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled
you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly,
bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh
indentions against your palm.
moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately
set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from
the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable
fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of
trying to forget all about him.
had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.
were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful
and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving
gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew
up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the
heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.
was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was
a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his
parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a
hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie
and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.
and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably
drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.
was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had
hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk
on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he
kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms
entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used
the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.
never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in
your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.
thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent
dependency that held itself with tension.
loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the
balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.
you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to
question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down
the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried
to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly
noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch
to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my
supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”
fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.
a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There
are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after
your life post-Reggie Man—“
Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”
words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria
went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed
you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His
smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your
way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched
on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation
with Chuck Clayton.
couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing
your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your
quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.
thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled
as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves
would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs,
and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of
white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.
was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch
the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go
but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again
with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.
couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding
towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed
back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your
heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every
morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went
to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.
it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole
folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”
young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made
you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating
that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”
the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re
much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”
my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on
your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended
with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’
back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.
the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you
with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of
unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.
was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the
boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes
immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.
Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a
face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his
comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering
fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”
off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner
beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible,
though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend
stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.
other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in
impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”
it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a
circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him
before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.
showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several
scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire
beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.
the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before
Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other
boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where
Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the
other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football
team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything
on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let
out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous
slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the
cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves
as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle
estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and
Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.
is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look
on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you
couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but
trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him
was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing
to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’
tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that
could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“
I fought him, she had nothing to do
with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and
scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his
father—and you had realized that this
could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown
up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you
knew that it was your call to turn things around.
you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up
with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw
me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You
looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.
led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the
sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s
not here, of course.
that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to
his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion,
as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person
who’d heard of what happened.
memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and
your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the
ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even
be caring for anymore.
sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say.
The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“
The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget
silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the
boy you really, just really, really
loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his
façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say
in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated
you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag,
that serpent, just to forget about
you. So, fuck you.”
response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His
fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of
void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t
been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you
from the start if it was going to lead this way.”
me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.
I’ve always been protecting you. I love
you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end
up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at
him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad
caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you
because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“
time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you,
stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You
couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because
I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”
stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning
a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”
could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling
and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.
was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he
would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.
He loved you more than he loved
omg i’m so sorry. whenever i write i’d always get so carried away with excessive details and annoying character musings!!! please tell me what you think! feel free to reblog or like or message me! always open to hear what you guys think huehue. :)
Hi Ann, look at what you’ve done. Thank you for the pain.
1. “I used Corruption because I trusted you”. All this scene is sort of heartbreaking. Chuuya trusts Dazai so much it physically pains me. He hasn’t used Corruption in FOUR YEARS, and then Dazai comes and says “let’s do it like the old times” / “yes, why not, I’ll just put my life in your hands like I did countless of times despite the fact that you betrayed me and I haven’t heard from you in FOUR FRIGGING YEARS and I could literally die in front of your eyes”. WHO DOES THAT????????? Chuuya Nakahara, apparently. That being said, I can’t believe my favorite skk moment is also the moment that makes me raging THE MOST. Of course I’m still outrageously bitter because Dazai literally called him partner, folded his clothes (yes, I’m bringing back the vintage receipts here), washed his face from the blood and then…left him there??? WHAT THE FUCK DAZAI???
2. When they pull the power couple aesthetic. When they actually work together as a team, they are mesmerizing to watch. You can see that the roots of their partnership are still there, that they know each other so much that sometimes they don’t even need words to communicate. They are not Soukoku for nothing, after all.
3. When Chuuya fake killed Dazai (aka, Soukoku in a nutshell). Ah this is such a powerful moment, the cherry on top of a scene where Dazai did everything he could to push Chuuya on the verge of murder, just to see him almost doing it. I can’t help but think how liberating this gesture must have been for Chuuya, he finally let out a little bit of his frustration (that’s why he was there in the first place. After four years he’s still bugged by him, he still wants some sort of revenge, he still needs a closure Dazai is not willing to give him). But that’s it. You can say you’ll kill him all you want, my little Chuuya, but will you really? I don’t think so, because you care and love him so much it’s almost painful to watch. And if you, Dazai, could stop toying with him every chance you get, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you very much.
4. Every time Dazai reminds Chuuya that he knows everything about him. Tell us more about those moves and those thrusts Dazai, we’re all ears.
5. DORKS. First of all, I want Dazai saying “CHUUUYAAAAAA” as the sound people hear passing next to my grave. Second. I feel so robbed because in the manga Dazai actually laugh his ass off at Chuuya’s “little rich girl” impression.
- bonus: all the official art involving them is a blessing sent from the gods, I think that Bones ships them as much as we do if not more (remember the park date one? HONESTLY). But there’s one that has has a special place in my heart:
LISTEN. L I S T E N. I could talk about this art literally for two days straight because ??? You can try to convince me all you want, but this is made to be somehow romantic. Look at the way Dazai is tilting his chin up, it looks like he’s waiting for a kiss. And Chuuya is looking in our direction but if he was to look down he’ll be right above Dazai’s lips and ???? WHAT THE FUCK??? Not to mention what’s probably the most fucked up thing here that is THE FLOWERS. It’s a Camellia Japonica, or Japanese Quince, and they are the symbol of love, temptation, passion and deep desire. That’s it y’all. I’m out. I don’t even know what to say anymore. Soukoku might not be canon, but sure as hell they are baiting it…a lot.
why i went into guardians of the galaxy vol.2 apathetic & with low expectations and came out with my crops watered, my skin cleared, my bills paid for and the angels singing (or – why everyone should please watch this blessed movie – MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD IF U CARE ABT THAT):
i just rly need to make this post bc this film was just So Good it took over my whole bitter-at-marvel being in under a week k thanks love u byyye:
1) okay, first: the whole movie was character-centric and contained. you had REAL EMOTIONAL RESOLUTION. and you had that real emotional resolution because they BUILT THE PLOT around the characters, rather than establishing a plot and having the characters enter from stage left. for one of the first times ever, I watched an ensemble superhero film where every single character got a decent individual arc that somehow complimented the central arc of the film, also character centric, and it worked. nearly all the arcs felt satisfying, because they were all interrelated, because they whole thing was about family. someone said that it was like, a really good fast and furious film in space but with no casual sexism, and tbh like …. really tru boys. the stakes of the film were in the characters, not the End Of The World or in some MacGuffin device. yes, ego’s machinations would have caused death and destruction on a galactic scale, but that was secondary to the real conflict; peter’s understanding of who his real father was, and, ultimately, who he was, through his relationship with his family – the other guardians. the movie was frickin’ hilarious, action-packed, and entertaining the whole way through, and gave you a unique story structure that didn’t feel like a cookie-cutter rehash of so many other action/superhero films we’re given lately. and when the movie ended, you felt alive. you felt like you really had closure, and that everything came together well, but you were also sad, and yet had also simultaneously had a really!!! fun!! time!!!
just … i’ve seen so many sad attempts at ensemble movies in the past and while it’s obvious that writing an ensemble story is tricky, they really, really, truly, for the first time ever gave me the ensemble superhero film I have always wanted.
I was rewatching “A Date With Markiplier” and going down the first route I did (which got the Chocolate Ending), and I noticed something. I’m not sure whether or not this was intentional, but I think it’s a nice detail.
Dark always acts more serious than Mark, and it’s actually a pretty big sign of Dark’s manipulation. Just listen to the dialogue that both Marks are saying when you have to shoot one of them at the end of the “FREEDOM” video.
Left (Mark):Shoot him! Shoot him now! You don’t have much time. He’s going to kill everybody! …What’re you talk–? Wh-Why are you even debating this?! Shoot him! Shoot him now! He’s Dark, I’m Mark! You have to trust me, not him! He’s a liar! He’s weird, he’s got weird eyes and all that stuff… Don’t trust him at all! Please, shoot him, now!
Right (Dark): Shoot him! Shoot him, now please! Shoot him right now, please. Shoot him. He needs to die. He is Dark, he’s a bad influence. He takes over everything that you ever loved! Please, shoot him right now! Don’t listen to him. He’s a liar. Please shoot him! He is a bad man, and does bad things to good people. You have to trust me…
Mark has said that Dark is a social manipulator, so Dark wants it to seem like he genuinely cares about you by trying to point out how “Dark” is bad and he needs to die, for your safety of course. Dark also seems a lot more… troubled about the situation, I guess you could say. He’s a pretty good actor, but listen to Mark. Even when trying to convince you to shoot someone, he finds it fit to mention that the other is “weird” and “has weird eyes, and all that stuff…” He also actually mentions you in a way other than saying, “Shoot him!”, which I believe shows he’s actually paying attention to you while Dark isn’t. All this seems rather awkward, compared to the relatively charismatic spiel Dark is giving about the other being a truly bad person, at least. It just seems overdone in analyzation. When you look into it, our awkward goofball is rather easy to spot between the pair.
It’s also interesting to note that in this, Mark seems more concerned about the fact Dark’s going to kill others and use you, while Dark is only concerned that you kill Mark so he can take control. When I did this the first time, I was only watching the movements and saw that Dark was on the left before you looked down, and that the Mark on the right (actually Dark) took off the caution tape, which supposedly “Mark” was wearing when he came in (bless Tyler he barely fit into that suit). Thus, I shot the wrong Mark and doomed myself to eternal damnation with the demon Darkiplier.
Also, as stated in one of the charity livestreams, Dark doesn’t have a shadow. The video annotations popped up before I could even fathom to check something like that that, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oops. Sorry, Mark.
I believe there’s enough stuff there for evidence, but under the cut I go through the actions of the Chocolate and Vanilla endings that show these behaviours as well, as well as a brief mention of Markiplier TV. (I didn’t want this post to appear too long). If you’re interested, I will see you under the cut!
J2 came out coffees in hand and
sat in their chairs. Jared did some
dramatic leg movements that ended with him crossing his legs, which exasperated
Jensen who was like, “would you stop crossing your legs like that??” so
obviously Jared repeated the movements in an even more dramatic manner and
ended up kicking Jensen in the actual face and split his lip. The progression photos I have of this is
pretty hilarious (though I feel bad for Jensen). The incident however, reminded them of the
time Jared accidentally punched Jensen in the face while filming a scene and
they did a little reenactment of it. Then
Jared was like, “seriously though, are you okay?” and Jensen was like, “yeah
I’m fine, I’m in Australia!” and did the tough guy shoulder movements.
Speaking of tough guys, Jensen
did a reenactment of this video he saw of the badass female rugby player who
continued playing with a broken nose while as a comparison, Jared did a
reenactment of overdramatic male soccer players by rolling around the stage,
flailing his giant legs around again until one of his shoes flew off right over
Jensen’s head and landed on the other side of the stage. When he was done, he got up and was like,
“where’s my shoe?” then realizing the opportunity, he raised a finger and
prepared himself. We all knew where he
was going with this and cheered him on while Jensen just shakes his head in
amusement. “I lost my shoe.” The crowd went
Jared was weirdly excited about
showing us his socks that he stole from set.
He liked it cause it went all the way up his calves and he proceeded to
lift up his jeans to show us. Then his
jeans got stuck rolled up his calves like that and he asked Jensen to help but Jensen
goes, “I’m not pulling your pants down.”
Jensen pointed out a hole in his socks (or was it a different pair of
socks he also stole from set?) but Jared was like, “that’s what’s so great
about these socks! There’s a tiny hole, but there’s still a lot of sock!” and
he proceeded to show us again just how much sock there was, just in case we
Jared was being super-hyper and
at some point spilled his coffee all over the chair and his jeans while
simultaneously breaking the chair.
Jensen did his best 5-year-old tattle-tale voice and while looking at
their handlers standing off-stage, said, “Jared spilled his coffee!” while
Jared jumped off the chair to show us the coffee stain on his ass which Jensen
smacked. Jared also did his best
5-year-old voice and said to Jensen, “you wanna swap seats?” Jensen said no. “It’s a really cool seat.” Jensen still said
no. So Jared then wipes the coffee off
his chair with his socked feet then sat back down. A little too late, one of the volunteers
passed a packet of tissues to them but Jared just took it to wipe his nose then
toss it at Jensen.
I think after the Matt-Rich
incident, the balcony was passive-agressively banned from asking questions
because none of the mic-people who were fielding questions were up there, to
the point that one of the attendees from the balcony stormed downstairs to
berate at the volunteers about it in front of everyone. I guess Jared and Jensen saw this because
they eventually took one from the balcony but it was a weird question,
something about asking them to come up there?
The mic was then taken away but the person kept hollering until people
were muttering for her to shut up, and Jensen was like, “what?? I have no idea”
and just moved on to the next fielded question.
They talked about Misha when
answering the question about whether they ever got sick of each other. Jensen said Misha’s arrival prevented civil
war from happening between him and Jared because it gave them someone to join
forces against and they’ve been giving Misha a hard time ever since. Someone shouted out, “what about Mark?” and
Jensen was like, “Mark who?”
There was a bunch of other
questions, but a bunch of live-tweets have covered it so I’ll move right on to
the music performance. Rich, Rob and the
rest of Louden Swain crept on stage and Jensen was acting all clueless, but
then he was like, “I don’t know what’s happening, but take out your cameras, I
guess.” And I never whipped out my camera so fuckin fast. Then Jared was given a guitar and I was like,
no way. Then he started playing it and I
was like, NO WAY! It was so cute how
hard Jared was concentrating on playing and the look on Jensen’s face as he
watched his friend play. Jensen and Rob
started singing and got us all to join in and it was such a magical
moment. You could tell Jared was really tense
and nervous about it, and when it was over all the guys gave him a hug and we
all stood up to cheer and applause and Jensen looked so proud as he yelled out “YEAAHHH”
and pointed at Jared.
God, I feel so blessed. Not only did I get to watch Jensen perform, I
was also witness to Jared playing guitar for the first time to a live audience
and I was sitting on the front row, so close to all of them, and got everything
on video and a few photos. Dude what a way to finish off
the panels, this con was so much better than I expected and it was worth every
drop of savings I blew on this thing.
Summary: Steven Anthony Barnes is a precocious child. Smart, funny and loves his parents. But, hanging around Bucky is by far his #1 favorite thing to do. He loved to watch his Poppa cut the grass, workout, and especially shave. Here’s what happens when Steven wants to “shave” for the first time.
Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff (I’m not sorry either), toddler mispronunciations (It’s so adorable)
A/N: As a little kid, I loved to sit and watch momma as she cooked. One Christmas, I got a stove with pots, pans, kitchen utensils and fake food. So, the idea hit me to write a one shot about Bucky, his little man and shaving. Thank you so much for reading and hope you enjoy it.
To my beta, @erisjade you’re a genius. Blessings, peace and love to you.
The pitter patter of tiny feet could be heard on the hardwood floor in the bedroom opposite Bucky and Y/N’s. Steven Anthony Barnes is his daddy’s pride and joy along with his wife of 8 years, Y/N. Bucky tries to set a good example for the tyke because Steven loved to emulate him.
Bucky bought him a toy lawnmower so he could “help” cut the grass. Steven had his own “heavy bag”; a cute blue Silly Bopper along with gloves to match. He loved to workout with his Poppa.
so like my fav thing about matt murdock is that he got beat tf up by some bad guys and barely escaped with his life and hes just walking through dark streets bleedin out and passes a dumpster and thinks ah yes this is where i belong rn and he just climbs into the trash with his open wounds and waits out the bad situation hes in like bless his lil vigilante heart i mean we’ve all felt like climbing into the trash to avoid facing the consequences of our actions but this man actually did it
Mob Psycho 100 - Very nice animation, likable and somewhat down to Earth protagonist, interesting characters all around. The protagonist reminds me a bit of Haruka from Free! and Kuroko. Fun fact: This is made by the creator of One Punch Man. Shoutout to the animation in the opening. Definitely should have won an award. 12 episodes. Hoping for a sequel anime. It has an ongoing manga but..the art for that…isn’t the best…Yeah. I personally find it hard to read because of the art alone. Everything else is fine. But those shaky lines….I wish the fanbase was bigger :/
Pandora Hearts - Great story telling, all of the plot twists will blow your mind, very nice artwork, an emotion experience that made me cry many times, especially during the finale (and not just because it was ending). Will forever recommend to anyone and everyone. Similar to Black Butler. It has 104 chapters and finished in March 2015. Has an anime adaptation, but it ends in filler, doesn’t cover a lot of the bigger twists later on and is quite old at this point.
AKB0048- Think Love Live but more dramatic, in space, battle lolis and with more plot. It’s quite similar to Pretty Rhythm in how there is an plot, the main characters have emotional distress for good reasons plus switches to 3D animation aren’t that jarring.
The Monogatari Series- My current craze. Definitely not for anime newcomers. Follows and deconstructs the harem anime elements at the same time. The harem is very subtle. Excellent character development (Shoutout to Senjougahara), great visuals (SPECIAL shoutout to Kizumonogatari. Holy hell, the quality is almost too HD for my eyes), interesting story arcs and great characters (10/10 lolis). Has quite a bit of talking, so if you enjoy action 24/7 like shounen, this is not the series for you. The timeline can get quite confusing, but its best just to watch the seasons in airing order. This is SHAFT’s passion project, so prepare for some mind screwy visuals at points. Has some very Japanese puns and wordplay. Quite a bit of gore occasionally. The main character has had his asskicked by almost every girl in that image above and more.
From the New World (Shin Sekai Yori)- This anime is…an experience. This is that one hidden gem. It has various psychological elements that are very well done and leave a sense of eeriness and mystery throughout. Oh, and prepare to question your own morality and humanity afterwards. Basically, humans have evolved to the point of having mind powers like being able to move things with their minds and lighting them on fire with a thought. The main character has just come of age for her powers and in placed in a class to learn more about them/how to control them/learning in general. However, she experiences things that make her question the present and past of her people and humanity that her village has kept secret. But the truth is much darker and morbid than expected. This anime follows the characters from 12 years old to about 26 years old. A very good 25 episodes. Do not take this series lightly.
Kyokai no Kanata (Beyond the Boundary)- One of my top anime of all time and one of the only ones I will always be okay with rewatching. Great story telling, beautiful art and animation (bless kyoani), interesting characters (mostly) and a good balance of light hearted stuff and emotional backstory/plot. There’s a romantic subplot-ish, but its kinda like plot with romantic overtones? idk how to describe it exactly. Has 12 episodes and one movie sequel that everyone should absolutely see and watch the scene after the credits.
Durarara- I could watch it again. VERY big and diverse cast of characters. It’s very easy to lose track of who’s who in the first few episodes. All of them are interesting and have some depth, though. There’s not really a definite main character for this, honestly. The perspective switches quite a bit. Very good story arcs and characters (and development). The animation can get a big dodgy at times, but for the most part, it’s alright. Definitely gets an upgrade in the sequels. This might just be the example of Supernatural Things in Daily Life genre. Plus gangs. Has a second season that’s broken into cours: Duarara!!X2 Sho/Ten/Ketsu. Has a sequel as a light novel series only (Durarara!! SH). Shoutout to Mikado for having the most badass protagonist character development I’ve seen in a long while.
i just watched the wonder woman trailer on youtube for the first time and i debated reading the comments for a long time because i dreaded them, but i did end up reading them, and. wow.
the top 20 comments or so are all about how great the movie is and what a badass diana is and they’re praising patty jenkins. i didn’t expect that at all. not a single “diana is so hot” or “i want her to ******* my ***** and **** ******”
that’s what happens when you don’t oversexualise a female superhero. people actually see her as a superhero and not as masturbation material.
Ahhh yes time to do some hcs of everybody’s favourite Daddy
Otabek’s bike wasn’t his own that he bought with his own money or anything. It was actually a hand-me-down from his uncle, who rarely used or and figured it would be better for his nephew.
He’s not just the master of braiding and working with hair (thanks to his little sister), he also becomes quite skilled with makeup as she gets older. Once he decided to do makeup on Yuri; and the end result was so stunning he nearly went blind.
His favourite band of all time is the Arctic Monkeys. They match his aesthetic and bad boy persona all while being deep and beautiful and so poetic it’s as if he had been cloned into a band.
Otabek’s iconic undercut actually came from winning a bet with his little sister. She bet that he wouldn’t last a week without telling someone the story about some boy he met at a skating program once with really intense eyes. He won, so he was finally able to get the haircut that she hated to see.
Otabek is rather conscientious of the sounds he makes in the bedroom. He’s actually pretty insecure about them; however, he becomes more confident with them once he lays with Yuri for the first time.
Beka rather enjoys singing. He doesn’t do it much outside of the club, but one of his favourite things to do while comforting his kitten is to just sing to him and watch him melt within his arms.
He learned to skate from his mom. He was really young when she first took him to an ice rink just for fun, but he fell in love with it. Sometimes, he and his mom will skate together for old times sake, and he’d thank her endlessly for letting such a blessing happen in his life.
Otabek is the type of person in a group chat that doesn’t say anything. He just observes, waits for the right moment, and then drops the best roast of the year on someone and his DJ friends go absolutely berserk at how savage it is.
He had a poster of Yuri Plisetsky in his room for the longest time. He took it down when they became friends and gave it to his sister, because he had the real thing.
Since they started, Otabek wrote Yuri something every single day. A poem, song, letter, you name it. Sometimes multiple things a day. At their one year anniversary of their marriage, he gave him the box of everything he wrote. Needless to say, many tears were shed.