but this was wielded perfectly

8

2x13 “Houses of the Holy” // 5x01 “Sympathy for the Devil”
5x10 “Abandon All Hope” // 5x18 “Point of No Return”
5x22 “Lucifer Rising” // 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)”

“You’re Chosen…” - Dean Winchester as Michael’s Vessel and the Thing about the Colt

“There was a gun that won the west. There was a man among the best. The fastest gun or man alive. A lightning bolt when he shot that Colt.”

- Lucifer in 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)

So after this episode I just felt the need to make a gifset on Dean’s ties to Michael as well as the Colt, because in this week’s episode both of these themes were directly brought together by the visual of Mary retrieving the Colt from a safe hidden behind the famous painting of Michael striking down Lucifer. And while I have little faith that the show will truly let Dean play an integral role as the one who is Michael’s vessel and should be perfectly able to wield the lance to get rid of Lucifer once and for all and rather think the possession allusions surrounding Mary may frame her possibly being the one heavily involved here , I keep holding on to a tiny bit of hope that probably is ridiculous to hold on to. But what can I say? Dean picking up the lance and taking it with him at least left room for possibility.

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officialpizzagoblin  asked:

What are your thoughts on dual-weapon fighting?

“Dual-wielding is a perfectly reasonable method of fighting for those who prefer an offensive edge. Short-swords and hand axes are typically the weapons of choice for dual wielders as they are easy to control because of their short length. In the right hands, these weapons will feel like an extension of the wielder’s arms, making them fearsome attackers. What’s more, some fighters choose to use a dagger as a companion weapon to their swords, mostly for parrying purposes. Should an opening present itself, these duelists will strike without a moment’s hesitation.”

“Personally, I feel most at ease on the battlefield with my main weapon in one hand and a shield in the other. Dual-wielding is really something that infantrymen and assassins take to. As a member of the heavy cavalry, I’m expected to break through the pikes and spears of our enemies to open up their lines. For that, I need as much protection as I can get.”

“…Though on an unrelated note, one has to wonder: with Lady Lucina and her Parallel Falchion about, it would technically be possible for a member of the Exalted bloodline to dual wield Falchions. Mind you: it would be wholly inadvisable – as the sword is a specially weighted broadsword – but not out of the realm of possibility. Bah, never you mind me; I fear I’ve allowed my mind to wander.”

No one

Kaname Kuran

Jealousy, fluff

Fandom: Vampire Knight

Request: “ •being a prefect with Yuki and zero •The reader and Zero were spending lots of time together •the reader and zero are really close •kaname gets jealous “

Word count: 788

gif is not mine.

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let’s talk tendou satori

so, it is my lovely son’s birthday today (May 20th), and I wanted to take the opportunity, with season 3 approaching, to talk about why i seriously fucking love tendou, and why everyone else should too. so here we go, my top ten reasons, in no particular order, as to why i am in love with tendou satori.

spoilers for the manga under the cut, and many, many manga screencaps. i have over 100 of tendou. what can i say, i’m obsessed with this lovable redhead.

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I love watching Kylo Ren fight because his wielding style perfectly mirrors his personality: it’s frantic and unbalanced and extremely reckless. He has no real technique, shows no mannerism. It’s pure instinct and rage. He’s the exact opposite of how a Jedi should be: self-aware, controlled, free of emotions.

Kylo Ren is all emotion. He’s all desperate, breath-taking passion.

He lets his fragmented, undecided spirit flow through his whole body, in the way he addresses to other people, the way he fights, the way he walks…

The very way he deals with problems shows exactly how he is inside: a rampaging mess of mixed feelings screaming for release - for relief.

Kylo Ren is a complex, infinite-layered character, and I feel sorry for those who can’t see the tormented, angsty beauty in him.

Fair Fight

summary: My Neverland renaissance: we all are pretty sure that Killian threw the sword fight at Lake Nostos. So, the day before the big showdown with Pan to get Henry back, he finally confronts Emma with the fact that her sword fighting skills are not as good as she thought. Is she willing to take lessons from him?

rating: SP for swordplay and UST… well, you know what that stands for

also on ff.net and ao3.


It’s late afternoon, the day before they’re about to confront Pan and get Henry back; the ever-present, oppressive humidity hangs low between the outlandish trees, making it hard to breathe. Emma is pacing back and forth in and around the camp nervously, like a caged tigress. After observing her for several minutes, Hook steps in her way.

“Swan, a word.” He speaks quietly, not keen on anyone else to overhear what he has to say. He throws a glance over her shoulder and sees that her mother is still busy sharpening the points of her arrows with a small edged stone. The prince is on patrol with the Queen, and Bae – Neal, they call him – is asleep. Good.

Without a real reason, she glares at him. “I’m not in the mood,” she tries to brush him off. Really, she doesn’t need any of his meaningful talks and frightening confessions right now to confuse her and throw her off track.

“I’m afraid this can’t wait,” he insists, firmly staying in her way.

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anonymous asked:

During the Itchy Armpit scene after Astrid drops in while Hiccup is pacing around (sorry that whole sentence was a trainwreck) she's staring at his crotch ... I bet you five bucks they would have ended up nipnopping if Hiccup hadn't seen the smoke. Conclusion Valka is a clockblock. (I'm sorry English is my second language)

…nipnogging…

NIPNOGGING

That is beautiful.  You wield English perfectly.  Yes.

» This is what would have happened «

Jack likes plans. He feels comfort inside the parameters he lays out for himself, rather than the drifting, untethered feeling of navigating something new or large without adequate forethought. If he fails, at least he knows he did what he could, because the road of second-guessing and self-criticism turns quickly and sharply into a slope, and it is slippery.

So while Jack sits in the Bittles’ comfortable and warm living room, watching football with Coach while Suzanne reads, feet tucked under her like he’s seen Bitty sit before, there’s that unease of inaction. Jack has a plan, but on his last night in Madison, he hasn’t followed through.

The commercials are loud and flashing, and Jack uses them as his excuse. He stands from the worn leather recliner, makes a show of stretching his arms. “I’m gonna see how Eric’s making out in there.”

Coach grunts and nods, declining Jack’s offer of another beer. 
Bitty’s in the kitchen, elbow deep in soap suds as he washes the night’s dishes. Seeing Jack, he admonishes him, waving him back into the living room with a pink gloved hand. “What are you doing in here? Go watch football with Coach so he’ll stop talking to me about it.”

“I’m helping.” Jack stands beside Bitty at the sink, looking at the smattering of freckles that have cropped up over Bitty’s nose and cheeks in the summer sun.
“Then grab that towel and start drying, mister.”

Jack looks over his shoulder into the living room. The TV screen flashes blue light over the Bittles, both too enraptured to look over. From this angle, they wouldn’t see much, anyways. It spurs him on, and he slides one hand from his pocket to the small of Bitty’s back, then down, resting on the swell of his ass. He leaves it there, eyeing Bitty’s expression; he’s gone a bit red on the cheeks, with a smile he’s trying and failing to bite back.  For his part, Jack is grinning a bit too proudly, having thought about this moment more times than he’d admit even to himself, and honestly, it’s as good as he imagined. Better, because it’s real, and Bitty’s smiling up at him, and his ass fits perfectly into Jack’s cupped palm, giving and wielding when he kneads it, just a little. 

“Unless you can dry with one hand,” Bitty starts, knocking his shoulder into Jack’s bicep, “you’re gonna have to take that back now.”

“Ah- right.” 

The Ethics of Work

I have always taken great pride in my job, and in the type of work that I do.

It’s been said that I lucked into my line of work. That may be true, but it is no fluke that I’ve taken it by the reins and become a master. It is sometimes very dirty work, but I never complaine. I’ve always believed that the bad parts of anything must be accepted right along with the good; that applies to one’s livelihood as well as anything else.

I began honing my skills at a very young age. I didn’t know I was doing so, but fate dealt me a kind hand. How fortunate is it to walk into a profession that was naturally developed by things already done in the course of one’s life? Not many can say they’ve been blessed like that.

My job takes no breaks for weather either. Hot, cold, rain, wind, all elements are simply ignored. When there is work to be done, I do it, and I ask no questions. A duty is a duty, and as I said before, I’m proud to perform that duty. I have always had that outlook, from working on the farm and cutting wood as a youth; things had to be done, and I did them with a song In my heart and a smile on my face.

Speaking of smiles, my customers are always greeted with one. I think that is important. Not that the smiles were solely for my clientele; my joy in my work puts those smiles there, and no effort in the world could kept them off of my face.

I guess it was inevitable that I’ve begun taking my work home with me. It’s said that if you love your job, you never truly work a day in your life. That certainly applies to me, and I practice my work as often as I can.

I think that’s what gotten me into trouble.

I’ve been relieved of my job, because of my “off the clock” work. I think that’s unfair, but I don’t make the rules. My job was always to help enforce the rules, and I have to respect that now, even though I’m now on the other side of them.

I hear the grindstone outside, sharpening the big axe; the axe that I wielded so professionally and perfectly. I was state executioner, you see.

In a few hours I get to meet my replacement.

the memory of your hand in mine

also here on Ao3

He wakes up reaching out his hand but finds nothing, it’s not until hours later that the General – Leia, as he remembers Han saying in a soft voice – tells him that Rey has gone.

“Gone? Gone where,” He jerks up and his back spasms in pain, still not fully healed and he has to force himself to breath because it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.

The pain though that Rey would just leave like that might be worse.

“She went to find Luke,” Leia says after he’s settled down again, her hand resting on his arm, “She’ll be back.”

Finn doesn’t say anything, just lets the nurses fuss around him and thinks of Rey; hoping she’s okay out there.

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Sansa and Jamie

I already wrote about how both Sansa’s and Arya’s journeys are stories about loss of innocence. This is probably rather obvious to most fans as most character journeys in the books can be interpreted that way. However the more I thought about it, the more the parallels between Sansa and Jamie came to my mind.

Both characters start out believing in the classical tale of knightly valor that is probably told to all young nobles in Westeros. Because of their privileged status however both seem to believe more in that tale than their siblings. They are not only the noble offspring of two of the most powerful houses, they also fit the stereotypes about what knights and ladies have to be like almost perfectly. While Cersei soon learns that she will never wield true power because of her gender and Tyrion is obviously in no way what people want to see in a noble, Jamie does not have to deal with the harsh reality of Westeros until much later. And in a way he seems (at least to me) much more innocent than both of his siblings. He is one of the few people who stands by his brother no matter what. And like Sansa he doesn’t seem to understand the political implications of his actions. The thought that his appointment to the Kingsguard is meant as a slight to his father does not seem to occur to him until it is much much to late. He also never truly accepted that his job as a member of the Kingsguard entails that he has to protect the king even when that king in horribly cruel. I truly believe that he killed Aerys because he was morally appalled by the mad king and saw it as his duty to protect the city and not because of some kind of political power play to advance his family. After all, he does not have any interest in inheriting Casterly Rock. Even in the beginning of the first book, when he is clearly cast as the villain and he is clearly jaded by his experiences, he still does not think about the consequences of his actions. (Cersei was so not happy with him throwing Bran off that tower and rightly so. It was a dumb and impulsive thing to do.) 

Also like Sansa, Jamies change from naive to cunning does not even truly set in when he sees the hypocrisy of the court, but only once he himself becomes a victim of it. For Sansa it was not enough to see Jeoffrey’s ugly side on the Kingsroad, she had to experience his cruelty herself as the Lannister’s hostage. Similar Jamie only seems to become truly aware Cersei’s nature once he looses his hand. (This carries with it some unfortunate implications that suffering somehow makes people better. However I think there are enough examples to the contrary in the books that show, that this is not a point Martin wants to make. Apart from this, only the future will show wether Jamie and Sansa are truly better people or wether they might also have lost something important; in Jamie’s case his relationship with Tyrion, for example.)

Only in AFfC does Sansa show that she has a mind to understand politics and manipulate people and only in ADwD does Jamie show his true potential outside of being a great sword fighter. And both had to go through extremely traumatic events to get there. And I think this similarity will continue in that they both will play extremely important roles in the survival of their respective houses.

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For anon: Could you maybe write one where clarke and lexa are not a couple yet but clarke offers lexa a back massage after a long day of fighting and lexa has never gotten one so lexa is all flustered cause she can’t help herself for making noises and enjoying it and clarke teases her about it.

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midosakass  asked:

i hc hinata to havE THE CUTEST BUTT. EVERYONE TRIES NOT TO STARE. KARASUNO. NEKOMA. THE SCARY GUYS HE MEETS IN THE BATHROOM. yet all must wield to hinatas perfectly round bubble butt. his thighs, too, are perfect. how many squats do u even do hinata

part 2: bonus for hinata totally knowing his butt is bomb af. he probably wears tight pants and short shorts because DAMN thats nice. thats real nice. i love hinatas bum.