but he just doesn't get things sometimes

anonymous asked:

I told my parents I want a copy of Akira (the 80's anime) for my birthday. They thought I was asking for an Acura car and have been trying to talk me down to a smaller gift, and I can't get the idea of your Bruce Wayne making a similar mistake out of my head.

he wouldn’t even question it tbh, he just buys tim an acura, tim doesn’t even like having to drive in a non-remote-controlled context because it makes him anxious but bruce figures there must be a reason because he seemed like he really wanted it and not even in some weird ironic internet way

In another life, he and the kid would have never met.

He thinks about that sometimes watching his boy walk from one end of the Sanctuary to the other, maintaining order among the Saviors as he’s been doing since he took his place at Negan’s right hand, Lucille as a warning over his shoulder. Kid would’ve grown up in Atlanta, or wherever the fuck his family’s from. Gone to the public schools there and briefly resented his dad for being a police officer, tried out for soccer or some other generic sport his thin waif of a body could handle. One of the only things Negan knows about Carl’s mom, now, still, three months into knowing him, is that she was the only one adamant about his hair being cut, so it’s entirely probable he wouldn’t have the tail, either. Top in all his classes. Whip-smart kid like him, except for that rebellious teenage phase they all go through. Taken a girl to prom, flower in his jacket, big smiles for the camera. Meanwhile Negan would’ve stayed up here, in Virginia, with his wife and any children they might’ve had if the fucking—if what happened hadn’t happened, and coached baseball to those ungrateful shits at the high school, and never known Carl at all.

It wouldn’t have mattered to him, had the apocalypse not happened. He wouldn’t have even known some kid named Carl Grimes existed. But here they are, now, together, and Negan hasn’t felt lucky about anything in a long damn time—

But how great a life would that other one have been, really, with the fucking paycheck and the car note and Carl living over two hundred fucking miles away?

As though sensing he’s being thought of Carl shifts in Negan’s arms, waking. It’s the earliest hours of the morning, no one’s up yet except Negan, who doesn’t sleep much as it is, and probably fuckin’ Fat Joseph, who for whatever reason still lives on pre-apocalypse all-nighter-video-game time. The sky outside the window has just started to lighten and in the soft lilacs and lavenders Negan can just see Carl’s face as he rolls over, opening his eye for a brief moment like he’s checking something before shutting it again and burrowing down against Negan’s chest and into his neck. Small soft lithe perfect thing that he is.

Negan tightens his fingers on the small of Carl’s back. Closes his eyes. It’s rough out there, fucking impossible to live without constantly looking over your shoulder, fucking impossible to trust anyone anymore, but even so he’ll be damned before he’ll ever let this go.

Life would be so much easier if I could hate Furuya you know?



His intentions are so pure and straightforward and what the hell he’s come a long way from that kid from the start who couldn’t even fathom that there are actual people he can trust when he’s on the mound

What the fuck this made me emotional :( Polar bear just wants to be the best for this team. 


Okay but I think here lies Furuya’s mistakes lately? He’s trying to shoulder everything? Am I right? Am I wrong? WHO KNOWS, ALL I KNOW IS T-SENSEI WANTS TO RIP ME APART _(」∠ 、ン、)_

anonymous asked:

I think one of my fav things about Over Heaven Dio is how adamantly he tried to justify his "experiments" during phantom blood. "I did it for science! To test the powers of the stone mask and vampirism!" No you didn't. Stop lying. You totally just wanted to stick snakes in a corpse for shits and giggles don't try to cover it up.

Yeah, Over Heaven’s Dio is sometimes so out of character it’s physically painful to read.  In this case Nisio gets it half-right, because Dio does have a scientific mind, definitely, he’s experimental.  

That whole scene though, Dio lying on that chaise lounge, holding a rose and speaking French to Poco’s sister, surrounded by mancats and catowls and then crushing one of them under his boot on a whim because they weren’t polite to his guest

That’s about Dio’s pleasures, his depravity and capriciousness.

But somehow Nisio’s takeaway from this is this to write what he wrote (”these experiments might seem like grotesque games, but I was not playing around in the least“, etc etc).

The part he misses, what he always misses in Over Heaven, is that Dio isn’t one-dimensional, he can be both serious and playful, often at the same time. Nisio writes him too straight, it’s like Nisio can’t wrap his mind around the concept of a disciplined hedonist so he flattens Dio out and removes the playful nuances that are super-important to Dio’s character.

It’s like you said, Dio genuinely enjoys being Dio.  Refusing the pleasurable part of his ‘experiments’ in his own journal?  That’s not Dio talking, that’s Nisio.