i have been waiting to use this screencap ever since i took it

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I wonder if the demons slowed down time specifically for Dean. Like, if they knew they needed him to say yes so they made each month feel like 10 years. Maybe John really was only in hell for 8 months. Maybe Sam was only there for a year. But Dean feels like a failure because he assumes each month felt like a decade for them and neither of them cracked the way he did.

I mean, could be. The other parts of Hell that we’ve seen (specifically Sam’s trip to find Bobby in 8.19, and even their little meeting in 11.09 and the trip to the Limbo Cage in 11.10) have shown no indication that Hell Time overall runs any different from “earth time.” But you’re right on that count– we really don’t know if all of Hell runs on one set time, or maybe different parts of Hell run on different schedules, or even if some of the more powerful demons (like maybe Alistair…) are able to manipulate time or the perception of time to their needs.

For some reason I’m now specifically thinking of this part of Hell and feeling a twinge of agony just imagining it:

(screencap from this post)

I guess in a line that long there’s no reason to make time seem any more drawn out. Probably saves energy to not have to mess with time itself and just create excruciating boredom through natural means… 

But on that note, I can’t imagine that the time dilation wasn’t something that Lucifer would’ve been able to control in the cage either. We just never heard from Sam what his perception of his time in Hell was. It was horrifying enough to know he was there in the cage at all, you know?

Nor do we know what John’s perception of time was. And you’re right– ever since Alistair used the fact that John never broke to torment Dean in 4.16, I’ve wondered about how easily John managed to escape when the Devil’s Gate was opened in 2.22. I mean, I wondered that at the time I first saw 2.22, but didn’t have the context of Dean’s experiences on the rack in Alistair’s care, nor the fact that John had supposedly been receiving the same sort of hospitality that Dean had, tied to the rack and tortured every day and never breaking (supposedly). If that had been the case, then how did John escape through the Devil’s Gate in 2.22?

So yeah, I’ve always tried to find a headcanon that sort of covered all of this, but I’ll give you the fact that “time being malleable rather than fixed” does lend some support to the theory that John’s experience in Hell was in no way similar to Dean’s.

It’s all technically retcon-y anyway, from the point of much later canon (like 4.22 that shows us how Azazel got his orders from Lucifer to find Lilith, and take instructions from her on how to free him from the cage… which started with the “special children” and ended with the opening of the Devil’s Gate to free Lilith specifically… because that’s when she showed up in canon as the “new leader rising in the west,” to quote Tammi the demon in 3.09). Since the apocalypse arc hadn’t been in the plans back when the Special Children and YED were the Big Story of s2, they salvaged what they could and sorta handwaved the rest, leaving us these big ??? moments to fill in for ourselves. Not really fanfiction gaps, but at the very least headcanon gaps. :P

Which leaves us with Dean’s experience of 40 years of torture over four months of Earth time combined with Alistair’s taunting line in 4.16, that he’d had John on the rack and he never broke. Which makes the fact that John not only walked out through the Devil’s Gate in 2.22, but that his soul was intact enough for him to float up to heaven after helping to kill Azazel… How much was he honestly tortured, and for how long?

It took an army of angels to free Dean from Alistair’s tender care, how the heckeroo did John not only stroll out the door, but more urgently how was he not mostly demonized by the experience? He looked pretty… not-horrifically-tortured for near-on a century, you know? (x)

It’s interesting though, because we do know that LILITH had her own agenda after 2.22, to send her mole Ruby to infiltrate the Winchesters’ trust and begin readying Sam to break the final seal. (which again was not the plan at the time 2.22 aired– the original plan was for Sam to save Dean from his deal, but then s3 was cut short by six episodes by the Writer’s Strike and they didn’t have enough time to make that happen, so they went with plan B and sent Dean to Hell anyway… yadda yadda enter the Angels… so we get to find fun theories to explain away Real World Production Issues with wild headcanon. I actually love doing this… just a stroll through my bucklemming canon acrobatics tag is proof of that.)

So we know Azazel was the one who Lucifer tasked with setting up all the pieces and eventually freeing Lilith, but what if Lilith (or even Lucifer) needed Azazel to die after that point? He’d fulfilled his role, and just like Lilith needed to die to complete her role in 4.22, what if Azazel needed to die to complete his in 2.22?

Lilith and Alistair both had those creepy white eyes. What if they were in cahoots with regard to making sure John Winchester was ready and waiting to walk out that Devil’s Gate when Lilith made her escape, knowing that he would be key in helping make sure Dean killed Azazel? Then with Azazel dead, John’s debt to hell fulfilled, he was able to just boop off to heaven in a burst of white light, no demonic damage to his soul at all… Kinda seems weird given what Dean related about his own personal experiences in Hell…

But gosh wouldn’t that suggestion in 4.16 hurt Dean, to think of what he himself became during his relatively short time in hell compared to what John endured and was still able to waltz off to heaven afterward with no stain on his soul. Probably went a long way toward making Dean feel like a failure. Again.

So, yeah, I totally buy the “Hell Time is flexible and not fixed exclusively to Dean’s description of his own experience there.”

Because it doesn’t line up with any other glimpse of Hell we’ve ever had.

Well, this went through some detours to get to the point. :P

katanacupcake  asked:

yo fam i read ur grifnut/rvbnut tags,,like just make a post, i want to reblog this

OOH u mean my tags on this post yea? i’ll just make it THIS POST 8))) i was just gonna screencap all them juicy tags but since rvbnut [best term ever thank u for that] is otp, i will retype for better readability + i thought of some extra things to throw in, so here we go:

  • as mentioned already, there’s donut’s super secret diary where donut describes"gazing silently into each other’s visors” and feeling a connection, as well has having sat in grif’s lap”. i very much believe donut had a crush on grif at some point
  • there’s some PSA or something that for the life of me I can’t remember the name of, and it might just be a dvd extra cause I found it on youtube not through the rvb channel, where the reds are getting on motorcycles to go somewhere and grif has to share w/donut, and hes Very Hesitant and i dont remember what exactly donut was saying but it was Very Suggestive how he was telling grif to get behind him and hold on tight or w/e, and when grif didnt wanna get on it with him he was like 
    “whats wrong ;(?? dont be shy~”
  • ive pulled out my book now and donut describes the play they put on for tucker as being about “the band of handsome male survivors braving the elements together” so, donut thinks he + the other BGC members are handsome
  • “The first thing the doctor did when we got him back over to our base was pin Sarge against the wall with the Warthog. I always thought if anyone was going to ram Sarge up to the wall, it would be me, seeing as how I’ve been angling for a promotion lately” -another entry in donut’s diary. i honest to god have no idea how this could be taken as an innuendo, bc it straight up sounds like donut wants to fuck his way to the top
  • also in the book, simmons’ self insert fanfiction “Hero In Maroon” has… a special scene with “Donut the Enchanter,” who is “spreading his temptation magic through scandalous dancing.” This is SIMMONS writing this, and simmons has himself say “Tell me what you know about Sarge, else I will have to run you through with my long sword” and, sure, he has donut speak in innuendos and reply to that line with “I like where this is gong. Maybe I’ll keep you here… FOREVER!” but like, simmons literally wrote himself throwing an innuendo to donut. then you have the next few lines “DONUT USES OFFICER HOT PANTS HANDCUFF ATTACK” “”Oh no!” Simmons exclaims. A bed appears behind him. His hands are cuffed to it.” And while the next line is just donut laughing and saying “Now you must watch my rendition of the musical CATS” so while donut wasnt gonna do anything creepy, this really sounds like simmons writing a self insert fic that includes a provocative donut flirting with him while talking about musicals…. simmons dont repress ur crush on donut
  • ^not to mention the officer hot pants comes from donut having dressed up and jumped out of a cake for sarge’s birthday……..
  • at the finale scene of s13, donut says “I love you, too, Lopez”
  • Donut lived offscreen with Doc in valhalla, and then was dropped back off there to continue living in valhalla with doc (and lopez’s head) (i could talk for 60 years about them but anyone who’s followed me long enough has heard it all before and i’m tryin to keep the points b r i e f lol)
  • church has said “I like donut. He’s pretty harmless, man. I-I don’t think he’d hurt a fly.” and upon finding out donut got crushed by a spaceship, he paused his snarking to say “Oh, wait, the pink guy? Oh, I actually liked him!” to which grif replies “Seriously, what’s with all these feelings for donut?” 
  • tucker, thinking donut was a girl bc pink armor, asked donut if he “wanted to date one of us” and then called donut a “tease” when he said he wasn’t a girl
  • donut polished tucker’s codpiece 3 times when he and caboose were helping tucker get the black gunk off his armor, saying something along the lines of “a 3-coat waxing is just my way of saying I Care :)”
  • epsilon!tucker, while not canon to actual tucker, is implied to have jacked off to donut bc he thought he was a girl 
  • seems to be implied that tucker and donut were both assigned to the same desert location when everyone got split up, and donut passed out from thirst/exhaustion trying to get tucker’s distress call to the others
  • in The Best Red vs Blue DVD Ever of All Time, there’s a scene where tucker and donut are introducing “best couple.” Donut goes on about romance, while tucker says couple doesn’t necessarily mean romance, and  that “you[donut] think everything is romance! last week you called it romance when i accidentally took a bite of your sandwich” “was it really an accident tucker? was it?” “YES!” “time will tell” “ugh, whatever-” dudes, donut totally had a crush on tucker at least once
  • i dont have a good source but i remember seeing in a post a while back that there was a scrapped plotline that was gonna be a love triangle between donut, a “confused caboose”, and an unknown third party
  • i’m willing to bet the confused caboose bit is because caboose seems to have thought (and maybe still does? who knows) that donut was a girl, likely because of the armor. in caboose’s mind, donut’s a girl who says things like “I love caboose, and yet, I’m still afraid of him, he’s so scary :)” [cause he seems to think of himself as intimidating to the red team lol], and then in Head Canon, caboose!donut says something like “i like [something] almost as i like to paint my nails and not talk to boys. i would never talk to boys, especially not caboose for some reason!” which… is hard to make sense of tbh lol, but since everyone in caboose’s mind is how caboose perceives them, it maybe seems like caboose doesnt get as much of donut’s attention as he’d like?? lmfao, it sounds like “not caboose for some reason” means caboose doesn’t really understand either. 
  • donut tearily said to caboose way back in KITBFF: “ Mister Caboose, I just want you to know that even though we are on different teams, and we may never see each other again, whatever happens out there today, I’ll always remember the moments we shared together. You are now, and forever will be… my friend.” very emotional if i do say so myself
  • there’s this reconstruction deleted scene where i guess donut had gotten transferred to doing special agent stuff w/wash’s division or something (wash calls him Special Agent Donut so, i guess lol). Wash speaks in donut innuendos the whole time he’s talkin about donut [”He’s a back door expert” “if there’s an unsecured rear entrance, he’s your man” “legend has it he can get through even the tightest cracks-” lmfao and they address each other by name, so i like to think they’ve worked together and donut’s… mannerisms… have been Rubbing Off on wash ;p
  • ^also in that deleted scene caboose goes “DONUT! :D” when donut appears and talks, so he’s clearly excited to see him!!!!!!!!! 

ahem. point being: the bgc needs to embrace the donut love and i firmly believe that if someone didnt have a crush on donut, donut had a crush on one of them at some point in time

Attack on Titan, Season 2, First episode review

(WARNING: I’m one week late and I’m aware of this fact. I just didn’t expect the analysis of the opening and the ending to be this long.)

It’s been four years…

And they’ve only announced 12 episodes. 

To be frank, considering the messed up agenda, it’s not that bad. It’s better than having a completely rushed second cour with reused scenes. Remember the mess episodes 22 to 25 were? Yeah I’d rather not have that again.

Considering the openings and the endings, I’ve written a word here. I was planning to do it in the same post but there was useful notes that could foreshadow what was going to happen in this season and later in the manga. I thought therefore it deserved a post of its own.

After a short recap, the episode starts with the capture of Annie.

Annie being taken into custody - Ep. 26

This scene makes me think of the forensics taking a dead body, which implies this might be indeed the last thing we see of her.

The episode then hooks the ending of S1 with the events from chapter 34, with Pastor Nick from last season telling Hange to cover the Wall Titan, before going on with the episode titled The Beast Titan. The opening has been very dynamic, as expected from Linked Horizon. We’re holding our next earworm here.

From what I’ve seen so far, this season does have improved graphics over the first one: character faces drawn correctly, Erwin’s nose being right, Reiner and Bertolt getting beefier, more CG animations added, with titans and horses, which is a nice touch since it doesn’t go into Berserk 2016′s levels of obnoxiousness, to the point of making the animation awkward. There’s still the gross lipstick effect on female characters…

They added an extra Erwin scene, where he indeed expressed his lack of surprise concerning titans inside the walls. Him thinking it might have been possible stays consistent with his character.

They also added a different Hitch and Marlowe scene where both express how all these people died without reason. Needless to say, it’s very different from what the manga had to offer and almost feels… a bit empty.

Hitch and Marlowe’s scene in the manga - Ch. 34

Empty because it seems to happen after Googles took control of the situation, yet it would’ve been nice to see the two of them worrying about Annie, to see at least they care and her being off is a tad suspicious.

The next scene is the famous scene were Hange makes Nick talk. Another segment from the manga was excluded because the civilians did witness the Wall Titan, both in this episode and in the opening. So there was no point in adding it. Kudos to Romi Park’s performance for breathing life into Hange’s character. That scene was tense… however.

I can accept tiny bits being scraped to condense the episode to fit half a volume in it but I’m less forgiving with scraping tiny bits of dialogue that makes even a secondary character relatable. In this scene. While the anime did a good job at making Nick’s faith invulnerable to threats it omitted one of my favourite passages:

Pastor Nick’s backstory - Ch. 34

It was what made Nick human: he had no family left and sunk into alcohol as a result, and faith is the only thing that saved him from his crisis. So instead of a fervent pastor who found a new lifestyle, the anime makes him sound like a crazy fanatic.

His hairstyle is a bit different, not that I mind.

It was also one of the rare, but not unique moment where Hange was downright serious and scary, to the point not even Moblit’s word manages to resonate with them.

Next scene is the garrison member (instead of Thomas, or it’s him but he changed branches or something) rushing to warn Erwin, followed by a neat rewind effect to where the next events are going to unfold.

Shot of Rico and the wonderful Rogue Titan smashing the Female Titan - Ep. 26

As you can see, one screencap that implies the involvement of the Garrison and the other that’s… placed to fit the timeline at which these events happened. Not a bad move. The animation quality however…

Nice to see the apparition of these titans within Wall Rose coincides with Annie and Eren’s fight. There must be something fishy underneath this…

In the past, we have the whole sequence with everybody on standby, till titans appear. We’ve got a nice pack of people isolated to find who has been the conspirator, starring Connie and Sasha slacking, Reiner and Bertolt playing chess with a nice animation, Ymir and Krista discussing next to a table. As Sasha and Mike detect incoming titans with their sixth sense, the episode closes chapter in 10 minutes, opening included, leaving 13 minutes for chapter 35, the ending and the preview.

We’re seeing Nanaba hoping next to the window, looking as beautiful as ever, telling everybody to prepare themselves to rush within Wall Rose’s interior. Some parts have been deliberately scraped as to why members of the 104th have been isolated.

The CG animation - Ep. 1

That’s a pretty one I admit, with the previous preparations from each SL cadet. Too bad they scraped parts as to why these people were retained, which fleshed a sympathetic side to Nanaba’s character.

Nanaba feeling bad for the 104th - Ch. 35

This is the same case as Nick. Even if the reason had to be hidden, that passage could’ve been at least included for further implications.

I loved the break between the moment the titan appeared and the one where it suddenly started running towards the formation. The forte of this episode was without doubt a good action combined to excellent music. Good thing to kick off a 4-year long waiting.

I’m curious about who dubs Gelgar, as well. This part of the chapter ends on Mike in action before going on something completely different… A scene that wasn’t supposed to appear now. Aside from the Eren and Mikasa moment that was mostly added as an extra scene it doesn’t really serve a purpose now. I’ll take it as a foreshadowing for later.

No offense but Eren’s kind of a dick in this scene though. Telling Mikasa to buy another scarf when it was her only memento. Not cool.

Next is an eruri scene kinda similar to the one added much later that lasted a couple of seconds and it was mostly talking about Mike’s situation and that small hope he’ll make it out alive.

But since we’re following the manga and the episode has to end on chapter 35…

We’re introduced to that weird titan that enjoys taking a walk.

First shot of the Beast Titan - Ep. 1

Who also grabs Mike’s horse, abuses it while strangling him and aims for its owner a couple of seconds later.

And who can also talk.

Note: in the manga it looked like he wiped his hand from the midget titan’s blood, but in this episode he waits for it to evaporate, completely unfazed.

That scene is absolutely terrifying. I’ll remind everybody that Mike was supposed to be second compared to Levi as a SL member and he was completely terrified as that titan was stealing his 3DMG, with no horse, his legs broken and four titans surrounding him.

But Mike was someone filled with hope.

Mike screaming - Ep. 1

As long as the fight was going on, nothing was lost. But the Beast Titan, being a troll but not on purpose, sends the surrounding titans to devour Mike. 

And this roar of fight became a cry of despair as Mike’s life ended with titans tearing him apart. Thanks a lot Kenta Miyake for the power put in Mike’s voice. Congratulations, seriously. The visuals made it worse.

And this first episode ends on an ominous ending. That was a nice kick to every SnK watcher to put us in the mood again. I forgot how much I liked this arc and waited so long for it to be animated.

The Babysitter

Prompt: AU where Sam is a well-off business man and a single father, forced to hire a babysitter to watch his little boy due to his crazy work schedule. One night, as the reader is about to head home, Sam discovers there’s no money in the house and offers to settle his debt in another way.

Character: Sam x Reader
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Language, smut, oral sex (receiving), rough/dom/dirty talking Sam (aka fUCK YES GIMME), orgasm denial, I really wouldn’t know what else.

A/N: Pretty unoriginal title, I know. But I hope I can make it alright by bringing you a version of Sam I really, really, really enjoyed writing. So all you Sam girls out there, I hope you enjoy him too. And don’t forget to leave me some feedback, people! :) special shoutout to yoursupernaturalsammygirl bc she’s just the cutest cutie on this planet ^^

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Biba and Ikoma in Episode 12: YOU ARE (NOT) AFRAID

(aka how to understand Biba’s actions in the finale)

I have seen so many complaints and confusion about Biba’s actions in the last episode of Koutetsujou no Kabaneri, and since he’s my favourite character I really want to address that (both in terms of highlighting exactly what happened at certain points and going over some characterisation stuff). The main themes of fear/cowardice and the concept of ‘the strong survive/the weak die’ at last reach their conclusion…

The first time we see Biba in episode 12 is as the episode opens, where he is once more sitting in the Shogun’s chair. His revenge is nearing its completion, but once the violence is over any triumph there was seems muted - the events that have just unfolded don’t seem to have given him any satisfaction. He gives a monologue about the human condition that clearly relates to his own history  (“we reject what we fear” - his father’s treatment of him) and as that speech ends the reason he seems so subdued is revealed.

He says “I know. You’re scared too, aren’t you?”.

His father is now dead and Kongoukaku (which he called “the very symbol of mankind’s cowardice” in episode 9) is in flames, but despite accomplishing what he set out to do, it’s not enough. He still cannot prevent himself, or humanity as a whole, from feeling the fear that he sought to destroy. This line is delivered whilst he’s sitting on the seat his father ruled from, with his face in shadow - he tried so hard to live his life differently to his father but in the end it has made no difference. The scene cuts to a shot of Mumei in her Nue form, but he’s not just talking about her; he uses a plural - he’s talking about the whole world and all the people in it.

Everyone is afraid. His hope for the future (if he ever truly believed in it) is gone. He tried to eliminate fear and cowardice, and he failed. He can no longer believe that the ideal of Liberation - freedom from fear - is possible. The only option left is to destroy everything.

The second time we see Biba confirms this. He has a brief conversation about plans for evacuation, and then looks out over the burning city and says “What will I destroy next?”

That’s an interesting line, because it shows uncertainty - it’s in the form of a question. He’s lacking purpose. Compare that moment to his speech in episode 9, which he delivered with such force and conviction. The revenge he waited so long to take is bittersweet, because it comes with the realisation that even he he himself does not measure up to the standards he has set. Biba at this point has lost his motivation.

And then Ikoma reappears.

And Ikoma gives him back the hope that his ideals are possible after all.

A lot of people have said ‘Biba wanted to die.’ I think that’s oversimplifying it a bit. I’m sure he knew that his death was the most probably outcome (see how he directs Uryuu to evacuate with the remainder of their troops) but what Biba wanted most of all was to be proved right, and to do that he needed to fight and be defeated. He is desperate to prove that his ideology is correct and that the standards he has tried to apply to his own life are possible. This is something that is more important to him than continuing to live - if he has to die in order to obtain the proof he seeks then he’ll gladly do it.

He hands over responsibilty for his troops, removes his restraint, and goes to fight, having found new purpose.

“I’ve been waiting…for a soul that knew no fear. And I am here to hunt it.”

The conclusion of their short and brutal fight looks clear when, after having his remaining arm dislocated, Ikoma uses the blue vectors (borrowing a term from Elfen Lied) to throw his opponent and then advances on a weaponless Biba, intending to kill him.

Biba is about to meet his end, and he’s scared.

This is where the screencap at the top of this post is from - it’s very reminiscent of his earlier scene with Horobi after she had been given the black blood. He took a risk during Horobi’s transformation, testing his fear by standing in place as she advanced on him, and it paid off due to her retaining enough of herself to stop, but here there’s no expectation that Ikoma will do the same. This is the moment where Biba has been bested and is about to be killed.

But Ikoma does stop.

He goes blind.

I watched this scene so many times, and I’m really impressed with the array of emotions conveyed through Biba’s facial expressions and movements alone. There’s that moment where he realises what’s happened, and sees the chance. He starts to get up, hesitates, and then begins to stalk towards Ikoma with his weapon. There’s surprise on his face for an instant when Mumei drops the stone into the water and Ikoma is at last able to turn and locate him, but then it softens to what can only be described as a mixture of regret and acceptance.

He says “So you have found a coward…”

Biba is admitting that he’s exactly what he strove so hard not to be. He’s okay with Ikoma being the one to kill him. (There’s a comment from the director that says Biba’s reasoning for injecting Ikoma with the white blood serum is that he wants to entrust the future to Ikoma - that probably comes across most clearly in this moment, but I still believe that the use of the white blood was much more self-serving than that appears to imply…)

If Biba at this point seems to be accepting of his own defeat and death, then why does he later attack Ikoma again?

Ikoma does the wrong thing, that’s why.

Or rather, the wrong thing according to Biba, who is clearly expecting Ikoma to kill him - he falls back into the water, assuming that Ikoma will use the sound of the splash to find him and finish the job, but instead of delivering the fatal blow, instead Ikoma goes staggering blindly across to Mumei (who is weak) in order to save her rather than ending Biba’s life or saving himself. This is what stirs him into such a rage, and to see Ikoma behave in such a paradoxical fashion (at least according to Biba) is the cause of what happens next.

Biba shoots Ikoma with the white blood (this is the green flash when the ‘bullet’ hits, the only time we see Biba fire his weapon in this confrontation).

He does this because his worldview is under threat once more. Because Ikoma, who had come so close to giving him the satisfaction of being proved right, is about to destroy all that by dying and leaving Biba alive. His actions, to Biba, are not logical. The use of the serum here was probably the cause of the most confusion and debate concerning the finale. To me, Biba’s main motivation in using the white blood on Ikoma at this stage is made clearer by the dialogue - he says “What are you doing? Get up, Ikoma. I am still standing. Fight, Ikoma!” 

I don’t think he wants to do a good deed by saving Ikoma (look at him, he’s furious in this scene, and if he only wanted to save Ikoma for the sake of having him live on then he would have used the serum earlier). And likewise, if he had decided to use the serum to ‘weaken’ Ikoma by bringing him out of the Nue state then again he would have done it at the start of their fight (the fact that he didn’t do this is fascinating, and another hint at what he desired for the outcome of their fight).

He is furious because Ikoma left him alive. He’s still standing, and he feels he shouldn’t be. He doesn’t use the white blood as a good deed or in an effort to redeem himself, he wants Ikoma, the “soul that knew no fear” to finish him off so that he can die with the satisfaction of knowing his ideology is correct. If Ikoma dies and he survives, then he was wrong after all.

So it’s fitting, then, that Mumei is the one to end things.

In the end, Biba’s ideals are destroyed by his death at the hands of Mumei. He was wrong to say that the way of the world is that the strong survive and the weak should die. The very fact that the fatal blow is delivered by Mumei and not Ikoma confirms this, as well as her last speech to him. “We are going to live even though we’re weak. We’re going to make rice paddies together, and strive for a future where we can all eat rice. So I’m sorry, brother.”

He says “I see, Mumei.”

So although the realisation that he was wrong after all must be a hard one for him, I do think there’s acceptance at the end, and also recognition of hope for a future that doesn’t involve only destruction, a hope that he could not believe in for himself, and a future that was never going to be his. I will forever be grateful for the fact that Mumei holds him at the end.

Episode 27B: Momma's Little Ed

Today’s title refers to the phrase “Momma’s Little Boy/Girl/Baby/etc.” It’s about Ed and Eddy forging sticky notes from Edd’s parents as a prank.  This episode doesn’t have the emotional depth of the other season 3 premiere, ‘Wish You Were Ed’, and its cruel premise may impair the comedy for some, but it’s still a perfect example of this season’s interest in building stories off of the show’s world rather than scams.  More than any other season, we will see tons of plots centered around previously minor elements– so far we’ve seen an episode about Rolf’s country, now one about Edd’s sticky notes, and later on this season will give us the only stories that take advantage of Eddy’s brother as an off-screen character before the movie.

This title card reminds me of ‘Rock-a-Bye Ed’, another season 3 episode that deepens the show’s lore.

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Pigs’ Feet (Daryl Dixon imagine)

imagine: shortly after meeting a man named daryl, you get attacked and badly injured. daryl takes you back to alexandria where denise needs to give you stitches, but your anxiety bubbles up and you have a panic attack. as clueless as daryl is, he attempts to help you keep calm. (2772 words)

based on this request from anon: imagine where the reader has anxiety and hates needles and anything medical really but while on a run with daryl reader gets cut badly and needs to get stitches so daryls there to calm the reader down and help out. pleeaaase :)

note: so i changed this a little so that daryl doesn’t actually know the reader very well at all so of course they wouldn’t be on a run together! hope thats ok and as always i am sorry for the wait. also writing denise made me so sad i love her so much and she shouldnt be dead tbh. screencap below from here - natasha

  It was all about perseverance. That was my mantra for surviving the apocalypse, and it was what I told myself as I attempted my eleventh handstand. I had a lot of spare time on my hands, not least because the world was over, but also because I had no group to talk to and nothing to scavenge.

  My lack of people had come about gradually. There had been more than twenty of us to start with, but the dead had wiped half of us out within a matter of months. Those of us that were left could deal with the corpses: it was the living we had to fear. Another group infiltrated our camp in the dead of night, murdered everyone in sight and swiped our resources. Three of us survived, myself included. Then my two friends left the world like boats drifting out to sea, their frail bodies clenched tight by illness. And now it was just me.

  I had wandered the earth in a trance in the weeks after their deaths, unsure if it was worth being alive, or even if I was alive. Then I had come across a slice of heaven — a tiny cabin buried deep in the woods, the shelves inside brimming with long-life tins of food. A crystal-clear stream ran steadily just a short walk away, and whoever had lived there previously had stocked up well on weapons: three guns hung on the wall, and a block of sharpened kitchen knives sat on the table. It was almost too good to be true, and for the first few days I was sure someone would return from a hunting trip and shoot me on sight for eating their food, but no one came.

  And so that was what led me to attempting handstands up against the wall of the cabin. There was nothing else to do and I had always wanted to learn ever since I was little. “Persevere,” I whispered to myself as my arms buckled underneath me yet again. Taking in a deep breath, I crouched on the floor, pushed down and lifted my legs into the air. I faltered for a second, gravity tugging my legs backwards, but I finally hit the right angle, and my heels hit the wall.

  “Yes!” I exclaimed, grinning widely. I tapped my feet against the wall in celebration and stayed in position a little longer, enjoying the head rush.

  Without warning, the door burst open. The shock of it broke my perfect handstand and I fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. I grappled for the gun under my bed and pointed it at the intruder, trying to seem threatening even in my current disheveled state.

  “Who are you?” I yelled, my hand shaking as my finger hovered on the trigger. My instinct was to shoot him: as much as I wanted to see and talk to another person, the memories of the massacre of my group were still painfully fresh. It was hard to give anyone a chance when the last strangers I’d encountered had done that.

  “Calm down. What were you doin’?” the intruder said dubiously, his eyes narrowed and a hint of bemusement flitting across his features. The man had long, dark hair; his skin shone with a light sheen of sweat, and he wore a leather vest over a dark denim shirt. The crossbow in his hands was artfully aimed to shoot an arrow clean through my skull.

  “A handstand,” I said matter-of-factly. “Who are you?” I repeated, lowering my gun ever so slightly. The fact that he hadn’t already shot me likely meant that he wasn’t planning to.

  The man’s eyebrows furrowed and he took a few steps further into the cabin. He didn’t make a move to lower his weapon, and I started to regret showing weakness so soon.

  “M’Daryl,” he muttered, his eyes darting round the shelves of the room, taking in the rows of food that still remained even after more than a month of me living here. “You?” he asked, jerking his head questioningly.

  “I’m Y/N,” I answered, finally clambering to my feet. Daryl’s eyes flicked back to me and he renewed his aim. I held out my hand.

  “Nice to meet you,” I said.

  After staring me down for a few seconds longer, Daryl lowered his crossbow and slung it over his shoulder. He wiped his hand on his pants before grasping my hand and shaking it roughly.

  “Strong handshake,” I commented, tightening my own grip to equal his.

  Daryl pulled his hand away from mine hastily, wiping his hand again.

  “Uh, so —” I began, but he interrupted me. I could see it wasn’t out of rudeness, but rather less than polished conversational skills.

  “How many walkers you killed?”

  “Um. A lot,” I said, my face scrunching in confusion. “Too many to count.”

  “How many people you killed?”

  I hesitated, thinking about lying, but decided to keep things honest. “Two.”

  “Why?” Daryl growled.

  “People came into our camp. Killed most of my group. So I killed some of them back.”

  Daryl nodded understandingly and glanced around the room again. “This all yours?”

  “Yeah. Well, kinda. I found this place and all this food was here. And the guns,” I added, gesturing to the line of weapons. “Have you got a group?” I said eagerly, caring less and less about my own set-up in the cabin, and more about the possibility of being with people again. Actual living, breathing people. People who didn’t want to kill me.

  Daryl hummed affirmatively. “Got this place, Alexandria. Couple miles east from here. Y’can come with me. Meet Rick, he’ll have the final say.”

  “Sounds good.” I tried to stay cool and nonchalant, but I couldn’t help the beaming smile that overcame me. “You wanna take some of this stuff with us?”

  “Was just ‘bout to ask,” he said, immediately grabbing tins off the shelves and stuffing them into his bag. I smiled wryly and joined in, putting all five jars of pickles in the bottom of my backpack, and then padding the space around them with instant soup packets. Daryl and I worked our way round the shelves, meeting in the middle. Both of us reached out for the pickled pigs’ feet, and Daryl’s hand brushed the back of mine.

  “You like them too?” I asked, having never met someone in my life who shared the same penchant for the things.

  He shrugged and the warmth of his hand was long gone from mine, but he surreptitiously slid two of the other jars of feet into his bag.

  Daryl told me that he’d hidden his motorcycle slightly off the road, and that it would take us an hour or so to reach the spot. After trekking through the woods for half an hour, we were walking down a long and empty road, Daryl a few feet in front, our bags heavy with tins, jars and guns. I’d suggested taking the kitchen knives too, but Daryl assured me that Alexandria had plenty of knives already.

  “So, how many people live in Alexandria?” I said after a few minutes of silence.

  “A few.”

  “What’s Rick like? Is he the leader?”

  “Yeah,” Daryl muttered, ignoring my first question.

  “You don’t talk much, do you?” I teased.

  “You talk too much,” Daryl said, shooting me an irritated glare.

  As soon as he turned away I raised my eyebrows and smirked at his annoyance. He was one of the strangest people I’d ever met, but I kind of liked it.

  We finally came across the spot where Daryl had left his motorcycle hidden, and Daryl pulled it from a bed of dry leaves, sweeping off the clinging twigs and leaves with the care of a mother cleaning her child’s face.

  Just as I was about to comment on the obvious adoration that Daryl had for his motorcycle, a man tore from within the trees brandishing a knife and ran straight at us. Daryl let the motorcycle drop back to the ground and fumbled for his crossbow, no doubt alarmed at the sudden appearance of the man. I pulled my gun from its holster but before I could even turn the safety off the man had grabbed me round the waist and slid the knife along my stomach. My thick jacket meant that there couldn’t be too much damage, but he’d pressed hard and I felt hot blood gush from the wound.

  I managed to flick the safety off and shot the man in the arm just as one of Daryl’s arrows plunged into the man’s head. I breathed in and out shakily and pushed the man away, his limp body thudding sickeningly as it hit the ground. “What… the fuck… was that guy’s problem?” I said hoarsely, already feeling faint from the blood I was losing.

  Daryl looked in alarm from my midriff to the man’s knife that was still clutched in his dead fist. “Shit.”

  “What? It’s… it’s fine, right?” I said quietly, but before I’d even finished the sentence I looked down and saw the blood seeping stickily through my clothes.

  “We need to get back. Now,” he said urgently, picking up the motorcycle and righting it.

  I was barely aware of Daryl pulling me onto the seat behind him, and it was a miracle that I didn’t fall off and die during the trip back. My arms clung to Daryl’s waist weakly and the edges of my vision blurred to blackness.

  “She needs stitches,” said a woman’s voice. The last word brought me back from the bottomless lake of near-unconsciousness. I blinked in harsh white light and found I was sitting on a table in what looked like some kind of doctor’s surgery. Several figures slowly became clear: Daryl was there, taking off his blood-covered jacket and glancing at me anxiously; there was a pretty, kind-looking woman with glasses and a ponytail; and there were at least three people gathered in the doorway, eyes wide and mouths open.

  “No, no stitches,” I mumbled, shaking my head as violently as I could, though the slightest motion made me feel sick. “Please. I don’t… I can’t do needles.” I heard my voice as if I was standing on the other side of thick glass.

  “You’ll die if you don’t let me do this,” the woman said, already pulling out medical equipment from various drawers around the room.

  “Please, I can’t…” I whispered, my heart racing. My breathing was painfully fast and heavy, and my body shook with fear. Sweat glued my hair to my forehead and I couldn’t decide whether I was too hot or too cold. I felt as if I floated a few inches left of my body, and my limbs didn’t feel real.

  “I think she’s having a panic attack!” the woman said, sounding almost excited. Daryl shot her a disbelieving look. “Sorry,” she said guiltily. “But that’s psychology, I know a lot about that.”

  I swayed on the table, close to fainting not only from the loss of blood but also from the attack that was flooding my body.

  “Okay. Okay. I need to stitch you up, I’m sorry, but you need this. Then you’ll need a blood transfusion. Do you know your blood type?”

  “B positive,” I managed to get out before I retched loudly.

  “Daryl, stay,” the woman called, and I managed to turn my head to see Daryl close to the door. “You need to keep her calm.”

  “Me?” Daryl muttered.

  “Yeah, you.”

  “What do I do?”

  “Try and get her to breathe slowly and regularly, and once she’s doing that get her to count to ten. Make her feel safe and in control,” the woman said clearly and confidently. She obviously did know a lot about psychology.

  Denise pulled up a stool and threaded the needle. I sobbed as the point touched my skin and alarm bells rang as I watched it sink in to my flesh. She glanced up at me and yelled at Daryl when she saw that I was watching her work. “Make her look at you, Daryl!”

  “Look at me,” Daryl said in an almost even voice. He was still unsure, but his voice was steady enough to ground me. He gently pushed my chin towards him with his fingers so that I was facing him.

  His eyes were dark pools of blue-grey that beckoned me closer, and I kept my eyes open only so that I could keep looking at Daryl’s. He broke eye contact after a minute and looked down at Denise’s needle, which meant that I did too, and the panic rose again.

  “Daryl!” Denise shouted.

  “Shit, okay; y’need to breathe, Y/N,” he said, twisting my head towards him again.

  “I… am… breathing,” I said as I hyperventilated.

  “Like this,” he said, breathing in and out exaggeratedly slowly.  

  I tried to imitate him, and gradually I stopped hyperventilating, and my breathing felt almost normal.

  “Okay, now… count to ten?”

  I counted, and as I did so Daryl’s eyes bore into mine once more. The counting helped, but his eyes tied me to reality more than any grounding exercise could. Before I got to eight, my eyelids started drooping, and I fell into unconsciousness. The last thing I was aware of was Daryl’s hand on my back, stopping me from falling from the table.

  When I awoke, I was tucked into warm sheets, and the pillows under my head were soft and fresh-smelling. I moved a hand cautiously to my stomach, and was relieved to feel bandages covering my injuries. A tube fed into my arm and I followed its length to a blood bag towering next to the bed. I looked away quickly and covered the tube with the sheets. Another panic attack was the last thing I needed.

  “You okay?” the woman’s voice said from the corner. She was curled up in an armchair with a huge book open on her lap. “My name’s Denise. Didn’t really get the chance to introduce myself.”

  “I’m alright.” I shuffled up the bed and leant against the headboard, trying to ignore the pain that dwelled in my midriff. “I’m Y/N. Thanks for… for saving my life. I’m sorry for freaking out on you. I really can’t deal with needles. Or any of that stuff. Ever since I was a kid.”

  “Don’t apologise for a panic attack; it’s not your fault. You were really brave,” Denise said kindly. She closed the book and stood up, tucking the hardback under her arm. “I’ll come change your bandages in a few hours. Right now just get some more rest.” She opened the door to leave and revealed Daryl standing on the other side. Daryl asked with a look if he was allowed to talk to me, and Denise nodded.

  Daryl ambled into the room and Denise shut the door behind him, giving me one last sympathetic look.

  “So,” Daryl murmured.

  “Thank you.”

  Daryl looked at me carefully. “For what?”

  I resisted from rolling my eyes at his absolute cluelessness. “For helping me through that. The only person that was ever that good during my panic attacks was my mom. Nobody else ever understood.”

  “I mean. It was Denise, really,” Daryl said, his skin flushing slightly.

  “Nah, it was you.”

  Daryl nodded awkwardly and shifted from one foot to the other. “Won’t be doin’ any handstands for a while. What with that bandage and everythin’,” Daryl said, bringing up the last thing that I had expected from him.

  I let out a small laugh. “Guess not.”

  “Rick said you can stay.”

  “Really?” Happiness subdued any pain that I felt, and even the blood bag next to my bed faded to nothing more than a nuisance. “That’s so great, thank you so much.”

  “S’alright. I’m gonna go, then.” He turned to leave.

  I decided to take a risk. “You know, I read this thing once.”

  Daryl stopped and twisted his head to look at me curiously.

  “Apparently, if you make eye contact with someone for two minutes, even if they’re a complete stranger, you can get really deep feelings for each other. Just like that. It’s psychology.”

  Daryl let out a puff of air, which I assumed was his version of a laugh, and he shook his head like he thought I was crazy. Which I probably was, to say something like that to someone I’d met mere hours before.

  But it seemed to have some sort of effect, because the next afternoon Daryl returned to my bedside with two jars of pigs’ feet.

Win a Date With Avatar Korra

Words:  2329

Pairings:  Makorra

Summary:  Bolin enters himself and Mako in a contest to win a date with Korra.  (un)Fortunately Mako wins.

A/N:  For be-the-peaf prompt “Legend”


“Come on bro you should sign up too!”  Bolin said as he typed away on his laptop.  


“I’m not going to sign up for a stupid contest to win a date with a reclusive girl.  For all you know she’s incredibly weird,” Mako said as he scrolled through news stories on his phone.  “Honestly Bo I can’t believe you even want to enter-”

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anonymous asked:

I don't think it is possible to un-drowley this episode. Apart from, i dunno, Dean being all fatherly to Crowley while explaining about family??? And practically admitting adopting him in Winchester Non-Blood Fam Corp? So here, not shippy drowley dynamics? Apart from that, THERE'S NOTHING I CAN THINK OF :/ XD

I KNOW. Guh stop it. I was sitting there with my mouth open as they talked. 

I have another anon ask I’ve been putting off answering that was waiting for me when I logged in:

I just watched 10x17, and I thought Crowley would come back as a scorned lover but apparently he and Dean is still good. WTF?? Dean blatantly lied to him about the Blade but Dean still takes Crowley’s call and Crowley still wants to talk first? They are good ex?? I honestly don’t understand what’s going on. Help?

Like, this was obviously a mirror of their 10x02 conversation.

And then this week:

Same beer logo (is that the Kingdom beer logo or am I muddling that up?) and a return of Crowley’s hilarious favourite drink. No apologies for attempting to get the worst screencap of Dean’s face.

I lay my head on the table and laugh-cried for 5 minutes when this conversation started and had to rewind the whole thing just because of the drink.

Anyway the 10x02 conversation was Crowley trying to talk Dean into killing for him - probably the whole point of everything he ever meant to get himself a Knight of Hell for before all the feelings got involved and messed everything up. :P Crowley had an emphasis on Dean doing it “for us” and overall Crowley emphasising his dealer status to Dean and trying to spell out the relationship and how Dean needed him etc was about as close as these two ever got to actually being a decent team, before Dean messed up the job.

In this episode Dean is the one giving Crowley the open-ended pick your own family speech. Crowley said at the end of the episode that he booted Rowena out for himself, and - we say this after pretty much every episode so I’m losing trust - now maybe will be back to trying to be old Crowley, at least in terms of running Hell…

The found family aspect of his conversation with Dean makes me feel kinda sure that Dean just accidentally adopted the King of Hell. He laid out the terms and conditions of what found family means to them - quoted Bobby, Crowley’s historic weak spot even before he had feelings - and basically, um, accidentally told Crowley what he had with Dean was this found family thing, and…

I dunno.

I jokingly predicted Crowley crashing on a couch in the bunker for season 11 because Rowena booted him out of Hell.

I’m like… 10% closer to actually believing myself, not least because of the flipping around of the imagery with Rowena walking out with her carpet bags and furious look. :P

Actually, this ties into the OTHER Crowley anon I had waiting for me (which I was mostly ignoring while sobbing over huge unmanageable Bobby feels still):

In 10x17, when Bobby’s narration said something along the line of “Good thing can bring bad consequence” I was just really glad that the camera didn’t move to show Cas, although I squinted a bit at Crowley being associated with good. Let the angel’s good intention pave way to good consequence for once! :)

I THINK the “bad is real bad” over Rowena was just meant to emphasise again who the actual threat of the season may turn out to be, and the “good comes at a hell of a price” superimposed over Crowley (heh, innocent ‘hell’ references in front of him are never not funny okay) implies that him kicking her out was maybe him doing a ‘good’ thing… Like, perhaps suggesting that when he took Dean’s words to heart and booted Rowena out he was picking a certain found family, not just doing things for himself like he said. And if Rowena does come around to be the big bad, then bizarrely the threat she poses could end up with, like how Crowley ever got involved with the Winchesters in the first place, put them back on the same side? 

I think Rowena finding out about the Mark and now being determined to beat it (*ominous sounds of her working towards the same goal as Sam after Bobby tells him he’s good and not to work behind Dean’s back*) could be the thing which would put Crowley and Dean weirdly back on the same side, as she would be doing it just to kill Dean, and she now has “destroy Hell and rule it myself” on her to-do list as well, with Dean standing in the way of that since he’s like… the unkillable guard dog sitting in front of the bunker.

Typing all this has not made me any less confused about Dean x Crowley but it was nice to sound out all the plot motivations around it anyway. :P