he's supposed to be smart

  • Inej: *makes fun of Jesper for not picking up on the strange romantic tension between Nina and Matthias*
  • Also Inej: Kaz went crazy and straight up murdered a guy after I nearly died in his arms because he didn't want to lose his ""investment""

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"Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn't do this again. Baby please wake up."

“Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn’t do this again. Baby please, wake up”

“Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn’t do this again. Baby, please just open your eyes for me” I begged once again, as if he could actually hear it.

I wanted to scream at him, grab his shoulders and shake some life into his heavy body just laying there. Hell, if he wasn’t already fighting for his life, I would kill him myself for doing this to me.

To all of us.

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anonymous asked:

The Sander Sides is pretty much a tv show now. The "first season" arc clearly revolved around anxiety, and how to cope with something that while essential for survival, is detrimental to Thomas. Now looking at the Hogwarts Sorting episode, everyone is making an effort to make Virgil not be the odd one out. But Virgil, Patton, and Roman are all very emotional in nature. While Logan on the other hand is very detached from emotion. He's the odd one out. This season's arc will be about accepting him

im very interested in the development of logan and roman’s (platonic) relationship as well

i mean, you have your logic and your creativity. those two should be working together to make things - fighting like they are isn’t good.

and corresponding to this could be logan’s arc - as virgil’s arc tied in with the development of prinxiety (platonic or romantic, however you want to take it).

logan feels threatened by roman. i think that comes through a lot when you watch the “series” through with that in mind. especially since logan really hates when people go outside the ‘boxes’ he believes them to be in. for example, to him, patton is the comedic relief. he isn’t meant to say profound, smart things. roman is supposed to be arrogant - but never about his intelligence.

virgil, virgil’s supposed to be the one trying to bring the group down, for lack of a better phrase. i think the debate was very important for logan too, as that was when he realised virge wasn’t who he had originally thought. although, there are still moments when he sees virgil as just anxiety (the disorder). for example, in the new video, he calls virgil odd for trying to make thomas less anxious, and he is the first to call him “Anxiety” since the name reveal. the other sides are careful to avoid this.

anyways, back to roman and patton. patton invades on logan’s thing. throughout the series you see him shocking logan with the things he says that aren’t jokes, but rather deep statements or showing an understanding of more things than logan originally realised. however, because it’s happened consistently, i think logan has had more time to begin to accept it.

roman, however, is constantly insulting logan’s intelligence. in my experience, smart people hate it when their mistakes are pointed out because they suffer from impostor syndrome - or, simply, not believing that they’re as smart as everyone thinks. so for roman to point this out is a real knock on logic’s confidence, and combined from the other things thrown his way by the others, he has every right to be insecure and blame roman, or at least resent him, as even though roman has had his flaws pointed out, the sides still accept him and love him.

logan and roman need to work it out. i don’t really understand why roman hates logan, but im sure theres some reason for it. logan’s reason is far clearer for me (all that stuff above whoops).

TL;DR logan resents roman but until whatever grudge they have against each other is worked past, logan’s full development can’t occur.

(i realise this is a mess of an answer, so if you want me to clarify something, feel free to ask)

A Patient Man

Killian Jones x Reader, fluff/angst

Summary: Villains never get happy endings, right?

Originally posted by captainswan-hooked

Everyone was talking quietly, making plans for the next big move on Regina. You stood next to Snow trying to focus on the task at hand, but you could feel his eyes on you. Studying you, looking for clues as to what you were thinking. Head held down, listening to the words being spoken around you, afraid to look up. Afraid to meet his gaze, because you knew it would be all over once you did. 

He was your weakness and strength all at once, the end to you and the beginning to real happiness. You were frightened at the prospect of opening yourself to that sort of thing, because in the fashion this world worked around, it was likely never to work out.

Never to have a true happy ending with the pirate. 

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titanic au

Laurent wasn’t proud to admit that his last thought was probably going to be I went and fell in love like an idiot, and now I’m going to die. It wasn’t his smartest choice, but if he was honest, today was a day for idiots. The captain had been an idiot when he left two bozos in charge of the lookout post. Said bozos were probably drunk off their asses and stupid enough to steer the side of the boat into an iceberg. Jord was stupid enough to lose his room to Damen in a bet, Damen was stupid enough to accept a second class ticket when Laurent knew he was old money, and Laurent… Laurent was stupid enough to go looking for the damn oaf while the ship continued to sink.

If Laurent didn’t have blond hair and Damen didn’t have a smile as warm as the sun, he would never have even been in this situation. He would have been in a lifeboat by now, trading his stack of money for a coveted seat and leaving this dreadful mess behind.

But Laurent’s plans weren’t exactly being respected.

“Damen!” he yelled.

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Love Like A Comic Book || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: your friend gives you a worn notebook filled with a drawn comic that depicts you together with spider-man, however, there’s just one problem.

you can’t draw to save your life, and you have no idea who would be crushing on you hard enough to draw you as spider-man’s love interest.}

inspired by Nathaniel Kurtzberg’s character on Miraculous Ladybug. Pls pretend that peter is somewhat artistic for this story.

also, this is dedicated to my dead laptop. RIP bae, you will be missed as I attempt to type all of my future stories on my phone 。゚(TヮT)゚。

warnings: none

OC mention: David “Dave” Pennington: [Name’s] best friend

[author’s note: okay so Dave has been a long time OC of mine, and admittedly, I drew inspiration from Dave Strider in personality and appearance. However, just to make this a bit more fun, you readers can also picture David Pennington as looking like Harrison Osterfield ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**

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{As she talked to her friend,/ that smile of hers looked so sweet,/ Her form was like the heroine of a comic I drew in my head/ It was love at first sight/ I truly, truly came to like her/ But with the way I look,/ She would definitely hate me.}

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Unworthy

A/N i really dont like how this turned out so im sorry about that.

This is loosely based off of this post: http://trashy–hipster.tumblr.com/post/165866879461/de-is-me-logan-logic-mewsicalmiss

Logan was so tired. He hadn’t slept in 47 hours and 58 minutes and 32 seconds. He had to work harder, he had to prove himself. They took his name, they ridiculed his mistake, they even tried to take the one thing he had left, his claim to intelligence. He was a Ravenclaw he was smart, that was supposed to be easy but they had made it complicated. They had tried to take the one thing he had left. So, he would prove himself. He would sleep every 72 hours and work for all the time in between. He could make this work he could be okay with this. This was logical, it made sense. He could fight his bodies need for sleep and work harder. He could prove that he would be good enough

***

He’d been doing this rigorous schedule of little sleep and lots of work and it was exhausting. He was constantly tired but he still felt so incapable. He still wasn’t doing enough he was still failing Thomas. He wasn’t good enough. it wasn’t until an aborted sob escaped his lips that he realized that big, hot tears were rolling down his face. He couldn’t keep doing this working himself so hard just to fail.

***

It kind of all comes to a head one night. Logan had been pushing himself too hard he hadn’t slept in 86 hours and he hadn’t eaten in 37. He hadn’t even noticed, not even bothering to come out of his room. Finally, he stumbled out of his room barely able to walk straight. He would just leave for a couple minutes grab a sandwich or something before going back to work.

The minute he stepped out he was assaulted with bright lights and loud noises that made his head pound. He immediately let out a soft groan.

“Hey Lo!” Patton exclaimed, “Haven’t seen you in a while,” then he tilted his head like a puppy, “You okay?”

“I am quite fine,” he said his words slurring just the slightest bit.

“what’s wrong?” Patton asked again placing his hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“Nothing, I just came to get something to eat,” Logan replied his entire body swaying.

“Logan, you’re starting to worry me buddy. You kind of look like you’re going to pass out and you have lost a ton of weight not to mention the fact that I think you have dark lines under your eyes so thick you’d put Virgil’s eye shadow to shame.”

Logan let out a slurred, “I’m fine” before promptly passing out into Patton’s arms who caught him to keep him from hitting the ground.

***

When Logan woke up he was in his bed and he could see that it had been at least 8 hours since he was in the kitchen. He needed to get up but despite feeling better he was still so tired so maybe just a couple more minutes.

As he started to drift off again he felt a gentle hand through his hair and a soft voice, Virgil he thinks, say, “I’m sorry none of us noticed none of us saw how much pain you were in.”

Logan went to say something in protest when his vision started to go dark again and he slipped into unconscious.

***

When he woke up again light was streaming in through the open door. He let out a soft groan.

“Logan? You’re awake?” Patton asked from a chair in the corner of Logan’s room.

“How long have I been asleep?” Logan asked sitting up.

“Why have you not been sleeping?” Patton asked ignoring Logan’s question.

“I asked you first,” Logan replied raising one eye brow.

“About 36 hours,” Patton said.

“I need to go back to work,” Logan said moving to standing, “Thank you for sitting with me. You should not have slept let me sleep that long however.”

“Logan,” Patton said standing and pushing him back down, “Stop.”

“Patton, I have not worked in 36 hours. I need to go back to doing my job,” Logan said firmly.

“It’s okay Logan. You need to rest. We’ll be fine,” Patton said still not letting him get up.

“I am aware that you will be okay without me but I would like to prove that I am doing something,” Logan said fighting Patton.

Patton straddled his lap to assure he couldn’t get away, “Logan stop. What do you mean by that?”

“I know that I do a very infinitesimal,” he smiled he had used it correctly that time, “Amount but I would like to continue to prove my use. Please let me up.”

“Logan,” Patton said eyes filling with tears, “What do you mean by that?”

“I am sorry. Have I done something to upset you?” Logan asked tilting his head.

“Why have you not been sleeping?” Patton asked voice barely above a whisper.

“It is more efficient if I sleep the needed amount and work the rest. I pushed myself too hard. I apologize, I will not let it happen again, I know my limits now, I won’t push it again,” Logan said.

“Why are you doing that?” Patton asked confused.

“I told you just because I do not do much for Thomas does not mean I would not like to do as much as I can,” Logan said.

“What do you mean? You do a lot for Thomas,” Patton said.

“It is illogical to lie. I am aware that I am inadequate, you remind me enough, it is okay. Please let me get back to work,” Logan said becoming desperate. He needed to work but he couldn’t hurt Patton trying to do it but he needed to prove himself.

“I-I remind you?” Patton said beginning to cry and looking at Logan with wide eyes.

“Yes, I thought you were aware,” he said tilting his head.

“No,” Patton said sounding so sad, “I n-never meant too. I’m so sorry,” he said silent tears streaming down his face.

“It is fine you were not wrong. I was failing. It will be okay. I just need to work harder. Please Patton let me up,” he said sounding despite.

“oh Logan,” he said and hugged Logan, “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed into his shoulder.

Logan stiffly wrapped his arms back around him, “I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you but I am sorry.”

“why are you apologizing?” Patton said pulling back.

“I clearly made you upset and like I said I am sorry,” Logan said looking confused.

“Logan,” Patton’s face softened, “You’ve done nothing to upset me. I am upset that I didn’t see how much I was hurting you.”

“Oh,” Logan said looking more confused and so out of his depth.

Patton climbed off his lap still sobbing silently, “I can’t help you. All I do is make you worse. I-I’m going to go get Virgil. He is better for you right now,” he said speed walking out of the room, letting out a choked-out sob and frantically wiping the tears away. He would fix this.

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Green With Envy- Chapter Two

Originally posted by perfect-storn

Bruce Banner x Daughter! Reader and Peter Parker x Reader

Summary-You and your little brother Wyatt have been living on your own since your mother ran out on you two years ago. You hadn’t seen your father since you were 10 and now 7 years later he shows up on your door step asking for your help. Him and the avengers need a place to lay low for a while. Everyone is shocked to meet you and your brother. They never expected Bruce to have kids. Let alone enhanced ones

Message- Here’s chapter 2! Sorry if it sucks!!!

Warning- Mentions of child abandonment and a drug addicted mom.

Background  Chapter One

Word Count- 1050

“So your Bruce’s daughter?” Tony asks. “Like actual biological daughter?”

“Is me calling him Dad, having green hair and super powers not enough of a clue for you?” You ask. Then you turn to your Dad. “I thought he was supposed to be smart.”

“Ooh, I like you, you’re sassy. You’re my kid now too.” Tony says while grinning.

“Cool, do I get a lab?” you ask.

“Sure, if you want.” Tony says with a shrug.

“Awesome, I love you new Dad!” you say as you fling yourself into his lap. “You’re gonna love Wyatt too!”

“This was a horrible plan, I shouldn’t have brought the team here. Tony’s going to try and adopt both of you!” Your dad says as he plops down in the chair next to you.

“I think Tony would make a great step-dad.” You say tilting your head to the side.

“Y/N, Tony and I aren’t dating!” Your Dad says.

“Why not? He’s your type!” you chirp back.

“Really, Banner, I’m your type?” Tony asks as a grin spreads across his face.

“I-I’m not talking about that right now.” Your Dad stammers out as he blushes. “Come on guys! You must have questions!”

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Just 10 More Pounds

“Damn it,” Bruce cursed. “I don’t want to have to study. This fucking blows. If I didn’t have to worry about losing the baseball scholarship I wouldn’t care.”

“I know… I know…” Nathan tried to sound concerned. “But you can’t just drop out cause this teacher is a tough grader.”

Bruce sighed. “If I could just actually gain some size I’d probably be doing something else. I’m not good enough for pro baseball and I’m not very good at this shit either.” He motioned toward the piles of paper before him.

“Don’t be like that,” Nathan scolded. “You’re doing fine. This stuff is hard.”

“Not for you. You’ve pretty much taught me everything this semester. If you weren’t helping me then I wouldn’t even have time to practice or work out. Don’t even have time to get a girlfriend. So who’s gong to check out this hot bod?” He flexed his 160 pound body showing off.

“I mean you do look pretty good,” Nathan tried offering the compliment.

“Of course you’d say that,” Bruce gave him a friendly punch, “you think anyone with a penis is hot.”

“Do not!”

“Oh please, you’d get fucked by just about anyone on the baseball team if you had the chance. I’ve seen the way you look at those guys.” Bruce had called Nathan out. It was true. All of it was true.

“Fine,” Nathan hmphed. “But that doesn’t mean you’re bad looking.”

“Thank you,” Bruce rolled his eyes. “The thing is I still want to be bigger. If I was like ten pounds heavier it’d be great.”

“Is that all?”

“Is that all?! Ten pounds of muscle is a lot dude. That’s like a year worth of training!” Bruce shot back.

Now it was Nathan’s turn to roll his eyes. He pulled out his phone. One of his friends had texted him something weird so he figured it’d be as good of time as any to try it out. So he started typing. ‘Bruce weighs 170 pounds.’ His body instantly beefed up with more muscle. His shoulders widened out while his legs naturally separated just a bit more adding room for the new muscle.

“Yeah man if I could weigh 180 that’d be so cool. I’d dominate on the field. The guys would have a hard time keeping up with me and I could throw the ball so much farther.” Bruce’s eyes went wide as he visualized being ten pounds heavier.

“180! You said you’d be happy at 170,” Nathan nearly shouted.

“170?” Bruce looked confused. “I haven’t been 170 for a while dude. You need to update you’re stats.” Bruce laughed flexing his solid arm. Nathan couldn’t help but notice that his arms were definitely thicker and so was his chest. The thicker pecs were really pushing against the fabric as his nipples hardened.

“So you want to just be 10 pounds heavier?” Bruce nodded at the question. Nathan pretended to be texting on his phone again. He went to the app and typed in that Bruce weighed 180 pounds. Nathan looked up to see the muscular man sitting before him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt with sleeves anymore. His arms clearly uncomfortable if confined into something so restrictive.

“But really 190 is just a dream. I don’t think I could ever get that high and still play baseball. These puppies would just be too big,” he held up his arm and gave it a squeeze. The round bicep barely even moved, “But I do love ‘em.”

“Bigger…” Nathan said in disbelief. He typed in his phone again.

“Yeah bigger,” Bruce smiled. “You just don’t get it. If you worked out more or played sports with the guys you’d know. Being at least 200 is where it’s at. The other guys on the football team are so big! Like I get that being a receiver is important but standing next to Big Steve I feel so small.”

“Dude you’re not small,” Nathan stared at the muscular guy across from him. “And did you just say football. I thought you played baseball.”

“Yeah. Played. Emphasis on the past tense dude. Thought you were supposed to be the smart one,” he joked. “Nah man I did it in high school but I loved football more. Able to get to be a lot bigger. Coach kept yelling at me that I’d never play in college but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get bigger. But then I kind of tapped out. I couldn’t gain the muscle. 190 is where it stopped.”

“You have got to be kidding me. You want to be even bigger?” Nathan stared at the muscle god before him. He could have easily been on magazine covers if he really wanted to. But all he could think about was getting bigger. He looked down at his phone and changed his friend’s weight to 240. ‘There’s no way he could complain about that size…’ the thought shot through his head as he hit the enter key.

“Well… I think I might be big enough,” Bruce flexed the 20 inch arm in front of Nathan’s face. It had clearly been hard for him to find clothes that really fit him. “Gotta say it’s nice being this big though. Nobody talks shit back to me.” He put his big hands back down on the bed. Nathan let out a sigh of relief thinking his friend was finally happy with his size. But really Bruce just didn’t think someone so small would know just how happy he’d be if he was 10 pounds heavier.

She Does Now

This is for @mizjoely  simply because I felt like giving her a fic! Anyhoo, it’s T rated for one or two bad words. Post TFP a touch of angst but love abounds! It’s also posted here on AO3 and here on FF.net. Enjoy~Lil~


“Okay Sherlock, I’m here, on my day off, what do you need?” Molly said as she tossed her jacket on the chair next to her and sat across from the detective. It had been an odd request, to say the least, when Sherlock had phoned (not sent a text) and asked her to join him at Screaming Beans, her second favourite coffee shop, but she hadn’t hesitated to meet him.

“Here.” He pushed a large latte towards her before picking up his own mug and taking a drink. “How’s our goddaughter?”

Small talk, really? Another oddity. “Amazing, perfect, beautiful. But I might be biased,” she replied with a smile then took a small sip of her drink. She had been sitting with Rosie when he’d phoned. Saturday mornings were designated ‘girl time’ for her and her goddaughter. “So, what’s this all about? John? He seems to be doing much better if that’s what you wanted to…”

“No,” he interrupted. “This has nothing to do with John.”

That’s when she noticed the contemplative expression on the detective’s face. He looked like he sometimes did when he was working out the last bits of a case. She’d seen that face many times in the lab and morgue. Something about this seemed personal, however. “Sherlock, whatever it is, you know you can talk to me, right?”

Turning his focus on her, he stared like he was trying to figure something out, but didn’t speak.

“Is it your sister? Have you just visited her lately?” Molly asked, trying to pry the information out of the man.

He shook his head. “No. No, it’s not Eurus.”

“Okay, but…” she was going to ask more questions, but suddenly his face changed from thoughtful to determined.

“You didn’t know,” he said.

I didn’t know? Oh, my God… “Sherlock, are you high?”

He waved his hand and shook his head. “I’m clean, Molly. I promise. But something dawned on me this morning and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

“What is it?”

Taking a deep breath, he picked up his coffee cup and drained the last of it. “It occurred to me that if you didn’t know that, which I realised before, then you must not know everything else either.”

Molly steadied herself; it was going to be one of those conversations. The ones where Sherlock seemed to know exactly what was going on, but she’d have to piece it together like a puzzle (or incredibly complex differential equation). Usually, when he was in the midst of one of these broken rambling discussions (using that word lightly, because her input was rarely needed) he was buried in a case; just working out the final component that would solidify his deduction. This was clearly different.

“Sherlock,” she said, drawing his focus once again. “Do you want a refill?” She hoped that she could give him a moment to work out what he was trying to say.

“Please. And see if they have a decent looking muffin.”

Molly rolled her eyes. “Blueberry?”

“Chocolate. Something chocolate.”

Definitely not a case. She took her time walking to the front of the shop trying to shake the feeling of foreboding that was looming in the back of mind. “Coffee and two of these,” she instructed, pointing to the decadent looking chocolate muffins behind the glass. “Do they have nuts in them?” She hated nuts. Well, not all nuts. Almonds were okay and she could tolerate the occasional pistachio, but…

“No,” the ginger teenager behind the counter answered. “But they’re not gluten free.

"O-kay. Um, I have no issue with gluten. How much?”

“Oh, that bloke in the coat opened a tab.”

“He what?”

“I know. Weird, that one. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Said that he’d be here for a while and would need… what did he call it? Oh right, fuel! Needed to fuel himself.” He suddenly looked embarrassed. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to insult your boyfriend.”

Molly laughed. “He’s not my boyfriend and he’s not weird.” He handed her the coffee. “Well, he is a bit odd, I suppose. Just different. Incredibly smart, really. And…” She huffed. “Never mind. Can I have my muffins?”

The ginger had been holding them while she tried to define Sherlock’s personality. It really was a lost cause.

“Sorry, madam,” he said, his voice squeaking as he finally relinquished his hold on the pastry.

I hate getting madam’d, she thought as she made her way back to Sherlock. “Chocolate muffin. No nuts and plenty of gluten.”

He wrinkled his nose at her joke, but let it pass. “You don’t know about when I was shot,” he said as soon as she sat down.

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Oups? [2/x]-Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Summary: You get tagged in an instagram post, which leads to a certain superhero getting a crush on you

Pairing: Female reader x Peter Parker

Word Count: 529

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely feedback, I’m honestly touched <3 

Part 1


“Peter” Ned whispered, leaning closer so the teacher wouldn’t notice. Peter sighed and looked up from his chemistry notes.

“What?” he asked, slightly annoyed from being interrupted. He was in the middle of solving an important equation. 

“I have a plan for your uh, you know “problem” Ned explained, looking around to make sure no one was listening. Everyone seemed to be concentrated in their work.

“My what?” Peter hissed, looking more confused than ever.

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One thing I’ve come to realize about Kepler is that he really isn’t that smart. 

This guy is supposed to be this brilliant tactician, yet never made a plan B just in case the Hephaestus crew did beat him. 

He kept this major secret from Jacobi, his right hand, never considering that this would cause Jacobi to then not trust him, causing a rift between them. 

He didn’t consider for a moment that Minkowski might actually snap and kill Maxwell, so instead of trying to win her back which would have helped him greatly because she was the biggest asset of the Urania crew he just figured Minkowski would give up and let her go.

Also his plan of getting his freedom was to have this group of people who he obviously planned to kill and lied to for days to then trust HIM over the woman that protected them. Like he really thought them finding out Lovelace was an alien would make them be on his side? 

Originally posted by quandtaspasdeviesociale

Finally, and this is the most egregious example, his plan to make the aliens do whatever it was he wanted was to intimidate and threaten them…like for real. Bruh you thought you could just shout at these beings of unknown power and they would just fall over? 

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Honestly I’m trying to figure out how Kepler even still has his job in Goddard. Yes all of season 3 he was being very smart and his manipulative techniques did work but from Desperate Measures to now he has just been making poor decision after poor decision because, like @harpers-mirror pointed out on another post, he can’t read people worth a damn!

I would say he needs to do better but I’m enjoying him being an epic fail at the moment so keep it up colonel. (won’t survive the season being this damn dumb)

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MG said the song for episode 20 is Until You Come Back To Me. The lyrics are sad and it sounds like Oliver's just going to wait some more. And he said it takes 2 to break up: does she think she has to apologise or something? It was his fault! This sounds like a very painful episode...

Are we setting ourselves up for a fall here? Are we looking forward to an episode (20) that’s going to basically tell us why Olicity are the way they are with each other and that’s it? There’ll be no reunion? Just this recognition of what happened and why but nothing more? 

Is that what you actually took from those lyrics and the spoilers?

…Um.

Honestly? (Please don’t be offended) I 100% disagree… (Feel free to disagree with; I could be very wrong).

The lyrics from Until You Come Back to Me… First I need to point out that I think some people take them as a step by step representation of the episode when they really shouldn’t be. Not one of MG’s song choices have been 100% accurate in regards to the contents in any episode. What they DO do is create an overall feel for what might be shown/seen and it’s usually in regard to Olicity. But because they’re taken so seriously they are often misinterpreted and thus the depression starts…

But… sad? THESE LYRICS? I’d say the exact opposite.

I absolutely adore them.

They give me nothing but hope.

To understand why though, you need to look – REALLY LOOK – at Oliver.

Yes, I know, why not Felicity, right?

Well… because Oliver is Felicity.

Let’s look at their respective emotional positions this season.

Now we haven’t been given a lot of detail into this and I feel like that’s for a reason. A good one. As said by @jbuffyangel​ usually the pacing of Arrow seasons has each build up to a climax, usually with the final 5 episodes focused on - and being primarily occupied - by the most important aspect of the show for that season. Something that sends a message. Something that’s been long since coming, something for the protagonist to either earn or realise or require for strength (or a mix of the 3). So it makes sense that Olicity’s ‘confrontation’ is in episode 20, right before the final 3.

But other than this, I bet you’re wondering why it took them so long?

Well, there’s @marcguggenheim​ answer: there were other stories to tell and there were. He’s right: we can’t sacrifice story-lines to propel a romance we KNOW is going to happen. And we also know that once they do happen, they’ll probably be at the forefront of a lot of stories come season 6 (something for which I am greatly looking forward to).

But there’s also a second part to it that, if Marc explained, would probably ruin whatever surprise is coming our way.

At the beginning of the season, we see Oliver + Felicity working perfectly in unison with each other, but there’s an edge. Stephen referred to it as robotic; kind of like how he was throughout season 1. A deliberate way of acting by Stephen and Emily, an unconscious expression of behaviour for Oliver and Felicity.

In what I’ve seen (which albeit, isn’t much) people – ex-partners – usually do this when they’ve either a) been hurt and are defending themselves from further hurt or b) are unable to face something that also/still hurts. See the theme?

It’s about pain.

But, from what I’ve seen floating around on tumblr, a lot of people seem to think Oliver was waiting for Felicity and that he closed the door to ‘them’ after he found out she was dating, but I don’t think that’s correct.

Was he hoping? Hell yes. He’s always hoping she’ll turn around and give him another chance, always hoping he can become a better man for her.

But, was he WAITING?

No he wasn’t. Oliver had fully accepted that Felicity had said no, but he still kept the door open for her to come back through if she wanted to… she didn’t.

But he didn’t close it.

He just decided to further accept her choice and resigned himself to whatever came his way in his life. Resigned. How lonely a word that is. He didn’t go fishing, he didn’t search for romance, he didn’t even glance upwards (he didn’t: watch the episodes).

Instead, he simply said yes to the first offer he received.

After watching episodes 16, 17 and 18; I think I now understand why.

Oliver accepted long ago that he wasn’t worthy of Felicity. I just didn’t know that he hasn’t stopped feeling that way.

Originally posted by klarolicityswan

In season 3 + 4 Felicity got him to see that he did in fact have self worth and he started to see it in himself too; he started to believe. But not once did he think he was truly worthy of Felicity. Did he think he was the luckiest man on the planet because she chose him to love above all others? Very much so. But he considers himself lucky because she chose to love a man who will always be deficit, a man who wears a monster as a mask.

And after they broke up, why earnestly look for that kind of happiness again when he doesn’t feel he’s worthy of the happiness he did receive - because he proved he didn’t by destroying it - because what he wants above all else he knows he can’t have again? 

Why try to win her back, to turn her head around when he feels – in his core – that he isn’t just unworthy of her, but that there’s something very wrong inside of him? Why put that on her again?

She’ll only suffer for it and he’s caused her enough.

So he settled. And accepted. There was no moving on. But there was also no waiting for her to come back. It would be insulting to both of them for him to do that.

And now Oliver has lost what little hope he did have.

Originally posted by arrowsource

It’s as if, without Felicity, he slowly lost sight of the good he can do and everything good that can happen in life.

Which comes to this point: since we know how he feels about himself now – someone sick at the core who ruins lives, someone who takes pleasure in the kill – do you honestly think that episode 20 is going to be about Oliver telling Felicity that he understands now where he went wrong, has grown from it, has dealt with his trauma, accepts her decision and will wait for her as she goes on her dark path…?

Originally posted by giffix

Yeah, I’m going to give a big fat NO on that one.

He isn’t close to seeing that light. It’s right there but he just can’t see the wood for the trees and there are so many

What he wants right now (ep19?) is to keep Felicity from falling down with him because he sees her jumping into Helix’s arms a result of his own darkness infecting her.

Originally posted by emilybuttrickards

He doesn’t realise that she has her own ‘dark’ to experiment with – something she needs to do to understand herself more and her own insecurities. He also doesn’t realise that Adrian’s words are in his head speaking for him.

Who else could possibly make him see through that, other than Felicity? I mean, IT’S FELICITY: the one who taught him that he does have light inside him.

That line Oliver says, about her being the unforeseen force Adrian didn’t count on? Well, maybe he did. Maybe he’s part of Helix, maybe he isn’t. But I guarantee Adrian didn’t count on her influence on Oliver.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Adrian implanted Oliver with a notion that no longer holds true, hasn’t held true for a while now.

Of course he enjoyed darkness. Of course he relished killing. Of course he wanted it.

After five years fighting to live, how else is he supposed to compartmentalise? It only told me that he is one smart cookie.

Oliver feels things deeply. He experiences emotions on levels that could cripple most. How do you think he could ever deal with doing what he’s had to do over and over again in the years he had to survive alone? If he doesn’t learn to like it then he has to admit each time that he hates it and constant hate is extra weight (added to guilt etc) that slows you down. Get’s you killed.

And he promised his father he’d survive.

Originally posted by olivergifs

THAT was how he chose to survive. Subconsciously, his mind knew enough to see he needed to change. To fit this constantly hostile environment. So he learned to like it.

It’s a subliminal, near neurological response: a lot of military personnel – soldiers (usually not officers) front line guys, squad vets and special forces – probably do the same. They learn to somewhat - if not enjoy what they do - then take comfort in their ‘work’ in differing ways and usually, they adapt towards the environments that create such feelings and that can be where the PTSD comes from.

OH LOOK AT THAT! A CONNECTIVE POINT!

PTSD often shows itself most when the sufferer has to return to normalcy. When they have to experience quiet again, kindness again (things that remind you you’re alive and human) and face the creature they’ve been forced to become.

Oliver never did; his PTSD has come out in various ways (hyper vigilance etc) but the most prevalent is his habit towards self destruction. His lies.

His way of hiding his dark.

The Hood.

The problem, was that he split himself down the centre in the hopes of separating himself from it when he never needed to. It’s like being an alcoholic. You can’t split that from yourself; you have to confront it. It’s painful and it can takes years. 

In creating the divide he gave his darkness room to breathe.

think… (guessing) he lied to Felicity about William to protect himself. To unknowingly defend and conceal his weakness/his darkness. A man/woman suffering PTSD is always on the defence. He/she expects the worst of any situation and as such, creates the worse possible outcome each time.

I don’t think we should be concentrating on why Oliver lied, but on why he feels he has to do that, on why he keeps doing it. Why he keeps making that same mistake, as he does every single season.

Seeing it in that perspective, puts what he did in a more sympathetic light. Does it make it right? Nope. Not a chance. But it gives us an understanding as to why he’d do that to the one person he never had to hide from. Here’s hoping we get some clues/answers.

Now, Oliver was the impetus that broke their relationship… but Felicity was the one who broke them up.

That is her mark to bare.

PLEASE! NOW BEFORE PEOPLE START THROWING THINGS AT ME, PLEASE GIVE ME A MOMENT:

Breaking up with him was the right option; what he did required that jolt of reality. She needed that… but it’s her reasons why she did that are the problem.

Notice how she never gave him – her Oliver – a second chance? Why? He’s the love of her life: why hold so steadfastly to something that makes them both miserable? Neither of them have given one honest smile all sodding year!!

So… why do this to them? (Because they’ll never be a ‘him’ and ‘her’. They’re an ‘US’ always and forever. What happens to her happens to him,so why?)

Again, I might be very wrong but, I think Felicity kept that door closed simply because she saw in Oliver all the things she feared. She saw a man who would one day leave her, who would do as her father did, as Cooper did… and what was so wrong with her that they kept leaving?

So she left him. She left him. She needs to see that. And I think she does.

And because she does - because she’s understanding about her own darkness - she can understand his, she’ll see him. I mean, is it any surprise after seeing season 2, 3, 4 and this season that it’s Felicity who might see the light (metaphorically speaking)? 

I REALLY DON’T think Oliver is in any kind of place to do so, do you?

Originally posted by feilcityqueen

If these two love birds had been ready for marriage, if they’d been ready for each other, if they’d understood the way they thought they’d had. Oliver wouldn’t have lied.

But even if he had (devil’s advocate)… they would have fought. Argued until the walls shook. Eviscerated each other with words if necessary until they’re this raw nerve that bows only to honesty. So they’d inevitably have sex - because that’s always an honest expression of emotion - the kind that wears into the bone, until you feel nothing, until you can’t breathe. Then maybe they’d cry… then laugh.

Until it’s sorted.

They weren’t there yet.

So those lyrics?

I am so sorry that I bothered you
Now I know why you have to hide
I didn’t know what you were going through
All I could see was my own sign

I will just fade away
I will let you be here
I won’t say a word until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me

They just tell me what you’re in there for
How could I know you did not say?
But now I know what I am living for
Tomorrow will be just another day

I will close my eyes
And I hear a quiet peep
I will wait in the shadows until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me, oh

Ah, sweet youth will all too quickly end
And we will never be this free
So all I ask is that we look again
Before we grow too old to see

I will fall alone
My elm was sweet and envy
Still I will be crying until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me, ah
 

I’m not going to analyse it all because there’s no point: it isn’t a bit by bit sketch of the episode.

But it tells me that the understanding we’ve been waiting for Felicity to reach, may finally be here because Oliver knows he fucked up.

He knows he did this to them, knows he destroyed them. But unless she understands his vulnerability, his weakness, his heart - then nothing will change. Maybe it’s up to her. To lead him into the right direction so he can take that step into the light himself. 

“How could I know, you did not say?”

It’s suggestive: in the episode they might both basically say ‘I get it now and I‘m sorry.’

But I’m right here… until you come to me.

It looks like that so-called closed door will get opened waaaaaay wide (about time right?)

Unless I’m completely wrong and ridiculous etc

But MG is kind of genius with this stuff (Oliver and his darkness and the light and Felicity) so I’m remaining hopeful.

I think it might be pretty brutal in regards to honestly; they haven’t talked all season so we aren’t sued to it but that might be the effect that they’ve aimed for: like a kamikaze run. Shock and awe.

Also, I DON’T think there’ll be a reunion in episode 20 and THANK GOD for that. I don’t want it resolved in 1 episode. I do however think it’ll set up the next 3 eps.

I wrote a post weeks ago stating that 1 good, LONG and brutally honest conversation was all it would take for Olicity to get back together. I can’t tell you how unbelievably psyched I’ll be if turns out to being even close to true.

So… I hope that answered that (not quite an ask, ask) for you. I’ve only been receiving asks for a little while (it’s always surprising) and thankfully, it’s only sporadically because I can’t answer some of the few I get and I’m always terrified at the potential reaction I may receive!

no doubt

◇ “My special mate.”

◇ Chanyeol x reader

◇ vampire!au

•••

“Chanyeol,” you hiss under your breath, “Calm down.”

Said vampire inhales sharply from beside you, and you don’t look up at him but you know that he’s clenching his jaw and his eyes are turning black.

“If he looks at you like that again, I’m going to pull out his tongue,” Chanyeol growls, and you shiver as you feel his hand wind around your waist possessively, rubbing circles on you through layers of clothing. “Who does he think he is?”

“A very important warlock whose decision will affect the outcome of your territory wars,” you remind him with a hushed voice, finally turning to meet the eyes of your mate. Your eyes soften as you see the frown on his face. “You have nothing to worry about, my love.”

You see his frown lessen at your sweet words, but his grip on you doesn’t falter. “He must be incredibly stupid if he’s flirting with my mate. I thought he was supposed to be a ‘very important warlock’?”

“I never said he was smart,” you joke, giggling when you see a smile blossom on his handsome face, grinning even wider when he bends his head down to place a sweeter-than-sugar kiss on your lips.

“But seriously,” you remind him softly, “If you want your land back, you’ll just have to bear him.”

“Suho seems to have that worked out already,” Chanyeol comments, seeing his brother sit down next to the warlock. From across the room, Chanyeol can hear them discussing battle tactics that wouldn’t disrupt the mortals living on the land. “Are you sure you can’t just shut him up with magic?”

You scoff, pulling out your phone to check the time. “I have to go now, so no. I wish. It’s against wizarding law for ordinary witches to perform magic against members of the Board, as well, remember?”

“Well, you certainly aren’t an ordinary witch, are you, my love?” He teases, tightening his hold on you to lift you gently onto his lap. After the first time - when you had blushed furiously at the thought of even sitting on Chanyeol’s lap in public - you had gotten used to any type of touching in public (“They know how vampires are with their mates, sweetheart. Nobody minds.”). “You’re my special witch.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, and are glad yet irritated to be distracted from the fire in your cheeks when Chanyeol’s gaze flickers to behind you, gaze hardening and black seeping into his eyes in anger. “He’s talking about you,” he says lowly, and you see a streak of gleaming white emerge from his gums. “He’s lucky you’re with me. I would’ve ripped his head right off if you weren’t.”

You frown at his words, sliding off of his lap and grabbing your bag from beside him. He was always like this, and although it could be flattering, it made you think. Did he not trust you enough to not reject any man that wasn’t him? He was your mate, the only person for you, and he should know that you wanted nobody but him.

“I’ll walk you out,” Chanyeol says, standing abruptly as you start to gather your coat. “It’s not safe this late at night.”

You stiffen at his words, turning to him with a fake smile that has him raising his eyebrows. “I’m only going outside so that I can apparate home,” you murmur. “Not unless you doubt the safety of your home?”

Chanyeol is left speechless, and it allows you to turn on your heel and stride out of the quiet bar, nodding to a few familiar faces. You know that Chanyeol wants to run after you - as he almost always does - but he also knows that talking to you straight after an outburst was one of the worst things he could do. So he lets you leave, frowning at the sight of you upset but knowing you didn’t want to talk at the moment.

•••

When you get home to the EXO mansion, you go straight to sleep. You don’t bother staying up and waiting for Chanyeol, because you have somewhere to be tomorrow and you need your sleep. You drift off to dreamland near midnight, wishing for sleep but unable to fall quickly because your mate wasn’t by your side.

You’re awakened a few hours later by the sound of shouting. Frowning, you take a look at the digital clock that illuminates your room softly with green, seeing the numbers 3:oo on the screen. You listen, for a second; the shouting is coming from outside. You shuffle out of your bed groggily, glad for once that your bedroom faced the front of the house, and peered out of the window.

You gasp at the sight outside; two men - Suho and Chanyeol - growling furiously at each other, while their 7 other brothers looked on, stuck between putting an end to the fighting or letting it continue.

You wrap a robe around you quickly, pulling on a pair of slip on shoes and scampering downstairs at full speed. The maids are asleep, by now, so nobody prevents you from interfering in the fight outside. Pushing open the huge door, you stride outside, eyes set on the yelling men.

It’s only as you get closer do you realize two things; Chanyeol is bloodied up badly, but it doesn’t take away from the fury he resonates; and they’re shouting about you.

“What is going on?” You ask loudly, making sure the purple in your eyes is brighter than usual so that they can see how angry you are. “You come back at 3AM covered in blood and about to tear each other’s heads off?”

“Chanyeol decided to attack Lorenzo,” Suho says through gritted teeth, eyes a pitch black and fists clenched tightly. “You’re lucky you didn’t kill him, or else our alliance with the wizards would be completely destroyed!”

At the mention of the same wizard that had been looking at you and talking about you earlier, you stiffen. Furrowing your eyebrows, you finally turn to Chanyeol. He’s already looking at you, as if he knows how irritated and disappointed you are, and you see his eyes return to normal and his fangs retract into his gums at the look on your face.

“Follow me inside,” you mutter stiffly, nodding a goodnight to the rest of EXO, who watch as you storm inside, Chanyeol on your heels.

The atmosphere is stifling, but your bedroom feels colder than usual as you wash the blood off of Chanyeol, not saying anything. You know he wants to speak, to justify his actions by the way he clutches your arms in his grasp as you wipe blood off of his lip, rubbing circles on your skin.

“Do you not trust me?” You question suddenly, feeling tears prick at your eyes despite the strong facade you had put on. You feel Chanyeol’s head shoot up and he stares at you in confusion.

“W-what-?”

Do you not trust me?” You repeat in exasperation, throwing down the tissue onto the bathroom counter angrily. “Is that why you keep doing this? W-why don’t you understand that I don’t want anybody but you?”

“You don’t understand,” Chanyeol argues, standing from where he was leaning against the bathroom sink. He towers over you, but you don’t feel scared - you never have. You just feel angry.

“Exactly!” You cry, folding your arms, “I don’t understand, because I never worry that someone is going to take you away from me because I have faith that you love me-!”

“I’m selfish, ____!” Chanyeol yells, startling you. It’s the first time he had directed his anger at you. “I’m selfish, and I want to keep you to myself. There. That’s the truth. I trust you with my life, but I don’t trust any other witch, warlock, werewolf, faerie or vampire with you.

“That’s who I am,” he exhales deeply, eyebrows furrowing. “And I’m sorry that you got stuck with me.”

Your breath is stuck in your throat and your voice is clogged with tears. “No, no… Chan…” You shake your head, trying to meet eyes with him, but he only avoided your gaze. “That’s - that’s not what I meant…”

There’s a pregnant pause in which tears flow down your cheeks and Chanyeol stares at the ground, jaw clenched and tears welling in his own eyes. You’ve never seen your mate look so defeated - he was normally confident, happy and flirty and this wasn’t who you were used to seeing. You lunge forward seconds later, wrapping your arms around his broad chest and burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Why would you think that?” You demand sadly, sniffling and reveling in the feeling of his arms wrapping around you, his head slowly bending to rest on top of yours. “My love, I’m completely thankful to the universe for letting me be your mate, and I always will be.”

“You’re too perfect for me,” Chanyeol whispers, “But I’m so selfish, I won’t let you go.”

“What did you tell me when we first met?” You ask strongly, lifting your head from his chest. “’Vampire mates are for life’- or did you forget? Even if you did let me go, I would always find my way back to you.”

“How did I manage to find you?” Chanyeol whispers lovingly, cupping your face gently and smiling as he sees your eyes screw shut at his touch. “My special witch.”

“My special mate,” you say back softly, standing on the tips of your toes to connect your lips in a passionate embrace that has your head reeling. Never again did either of you doubt each other’s trust or love.

giraffejoker  asked:

Is Dick a competent police officer regardless of his vigilante work?

Nice question. The answer is yes and no. Dick’s primary struggle with being a cop is he can’t be too good. He constantly holds back, acts like he knows less than he actually does, and “stumbles” into situations where he’s not supposed to be. Despite that, he still comes across as smart, and he does make a difference as a cop. Here’s Dick’s performance evaluation from Nightwing Secret Files.

Even Dick’s instructors can tell he’s competent despite him holding back. In Nightwing Vol 2 #32, Dick is bored in legal and forensics class because he already knows all this stuff.

In combat, it’s the same story.

Dick’s skill on the firing range is interesting.

The reason Dick is skilled with guns is because of Batman, something that I’m sure would surprise a lot of people.

Once Dick is actually a police officer, there’s occasional moments where he has to catch himself for knowing too much, like in issue #50.

Dick tends to act like “Bruce Wayne” in the way he plays stupid. For example:

Notice how Dick’s expression goes from a “carefree smile” to deadly serious. Dick himself is competent as a cop – he involves himself in a way that makes a difference. However, he doesn’t let people know that he’s skilled and taking it all seriously. After Dick helps alleviate the above situation, he plays dumb and doesn’t take any credit for it.

Dick definitely picked up the “playing dumb” quirk from Bruce in addition to the crime fighting skills. He frequently falls back on acting incompetent, but everything he does is toward a definite end. So, he’s a competent cop. It’s just that no one’s aware of it, which is exactly the way he wants it.

Rewatching Dark Side of Dimensions

- What the hell do Kaiba’ s scientists actually think of him spending all this time digitally rendering a guy that looks kind of like Yugi Moto whom he calls “the Pharoah” to duel with and digging up ancient tombs? Are there rumors going around Kaibacorp about Yugi Moto’s weird Egyptian cousin that their boss had a bad breakup with or something?


- Kaiba don’t even bother waiting for his jet to land before he jumps out of it. Show off.


- “Little” Yugi Moto? He’s the same age as you you obnoxious prick. I mean yeah he’s also hella short but still.


- Diva is a diva.


- Kaiba got so pissed off about all the magic shit happening to him all the time he came up with tech specifically to counter it.


- Kaiba is also done being shocked or impressed by your magic bs he is just super done with all of you. “Oh look, he can dissolve my guards and summon demon children and vortexs, whatever just duel me bitch. Oh I have to summon things with my soul? Neat.”


- Kaine wants to see Atem again so bad he pulls a freaking God card out of the ground with sheer willpower.


- I freaking love the Kaiba brothers, Mokuba just rides the damn case with the puzzle in it up to the copter and Seto just yells “To be continued!” And ditches his duel to run off.


- Awww, Yugi gets to speak at their graduation. I have no idea how he got that…probably because he’s famous.


- How the f does that space station thing even work.


- The AI exposited on how the puzzle reassembly machine works just because it figured out Kaiba likes being reminded of how smart he is.


- So is Shadi definitely supposed to be the same guy that shows up later at Pegasus’?


- For all his high horsing Diva didn’t really have a good reason to hurt Joey. Guy was just trying to protect his friend, how is that evil?


- You’re wrong Diva, friendship is the greatest force in the universe!


- You’re one to talk about having glowey eyed goons Kaiba.


- I freaking love how Kaiba just shows up in the middle of a rainy street and holds up traffic to demand that Yugi duel him, tempts him with seeing Atem again, and then Mokuba rides in on a helicopter and is super casual like “Hey Yugi what’s up!”


- And then Sera shows up to give him the box and save him from oncoming traffic and poor Yugi’s probably left thinking “ Why do all my not friends have to be so overdramatic?”


- Look at Mokuba being all tiny and smug.


- Kaiba may be a smug anti social asshole but boy knows how to work an audience.


- Kaiba this crowd doesn’t know or care what the Millennium Puzzle is or why you want it.


- Also look at these kids fighting over who duels first. And when Yugi stands up to Kaiba, he actually backs off and let’s him go first.


- Dimension summoning involves going super saiyan apparently.


- Also why they always call attack names like it’s a Pokemon battle? Those ain’t written on the cards, are y'all just making them up as you go? Does everyone make up their own attack names for them or are there accepted standards?


- Yugi freaking defeated Atem, stop underestimating him.


- “ You talk about a world without hate, but from what I’ve seen that’s all that fuels you.” YOU TELL HIM YUGI BOY


- Also another sister trying to save her bro from doing stupid things out of misplaced vengeance.


- Yugi’s so nice trying to talk down his opponents first. Before he kicks their ass.


- Look at these sassy dorks having way too much fun over-dramatcally playing card games while making terrible puns sound cool.


- “ YOU FIGHT ME WITH FRUIT! DON’T MOCK ME!” is an actual thing Kaiba has said.


- Okay I said this last time but THE FREAKING EMOTION IN KAIBAS VOICE WHEN YUGI WILLINGLY TAKES THE PUZZLE AND HE THINKS HE’S GOING TO SUMMON ATEM FOR HIM I CAN’T HE’S SO UNUSED TO PEOPLE WILLINGLY DOING NICE THINGS FOR HIM WITHOUT HIM HAVING TO FIGHT FOR IT


- Also Yugi getting that under all the anger and “I will defeat him!” Kaiba is missing Atem as much as he is even if he’d never admit it.


- *Giant terrifying monster that used to be human appears* Kaiba: “Oof. He’s looked better.” Boy dgaf.


- They don’t even gotta acknowledge the team up Kaiba is just like, well I’m gonna fight it and Yugi gets it right away. A far cry from Battle City where Atem had to spend half the duel convincing Kaiba to cooperate with him.


- Bitch you think they ain’t dealt with deadly card games before


- Kaiba warns Yugi to be careful aww see he’s not as allergic to friendship as he thinks


- I need to make a post with all Kaiba’s one liners


- (Dad was home at this point and objected to me pausing to type commentary because “I want to see what happens when crimson nova attacks him again!” Shut up dad. )


- Kaiba’s not even pretending to hide that he’s concerned for Yugi now AWWWWW SEE BBY YOU CAN FRIENDSHIP


- AND KAIBA SACRIFICES HIMSELF TO PROTECT YUGI AND OUTRIGHT SAYS HE DID IT FOR ATEM BECAUSE AFTER ALL THAT THAT’S HOW MUCH FAITH HE HAS IN THE BOTH OF THEM


- “Bring him back, Yugi.” ARE HIS LAST WORDS FFS


- (all of the homo!)


- Atem don’t even gotta say anything he just shows up and kicks the guy’s ass in one turn.


- I can’t even say anything about Atem and Yugi just ugh feels


- And Kaiba’s all smug like “I said he’d be back, told ya so.” But like, in a friendly smug way.


- “You have your bond with him, and I have mine. Take care Yugi. Till our paths cross once again.” Now imma go literally invade the afterlife to challenge a guy to a card game.


- And Yugi thanks him AWWWWWWW


- And the ending with Kaiba and Atem smile-smirking at each other I love these freaking idiots so much I can’t even (just kiss already)

anonymous asked:

Could we get Spymaster Coran interacting with Spy Thace?

The Umorna are a suspicious people by nature. It takes him nearly two full moon cycles to earn their trust and move high enough in the chain of intel to meet the broker that funnels their weaponry through the rebel network that opposes the Empire.

His breath freezes in his chest when his hosts lead him into the room and the other male stands from the table.

An Altean.

An actual Altean.

He had heard the rumors that the supposed dead race had returned along with their vaunted metal knight, but to actually see one of the Sovereign’s old allies alive and in the flesh makes his heart stutter. 

Perhaps there is hope after all.

[[Thank you, Che’lli,]] the stranger says in a perfect imitation of the clicking dialect of the Umorna. [[Do you wish to stay for the meeting?]]

[[You have always been trustworthy, Co’ran,]] the leader of his guides replies. [[We will return when you call.]]

Co’ran? That name sounds familiar somehow…

His new host bows politely, and he follows in kind. “I’ve heard good things about you, sir,” the Altean says. “My friends here are not quick to trust.”

“No, they aren’t,” he replies, the synthesizer in his mask disguising his voice. “They were very good at keeping you hidden, for example.”

“Undoubtedly you understand the reasons for that.” Was that a flicker of a particle shield? Smart man. 

He swallows. “Then I suppose in order to gain your trust, I must tell you why it is imperative I met you,” he says quietly.

Hoping he hadn’t just signed his own death warrant, he reaches up to remove his mask.