into complete and utter destruction

Millionth thought about “Burn” I’ve had this month: Eliza goes for Hamilton’s jugular – but not by repeating the insults we’ve heard before, (arrogant, loud mouthed, obnoxious, son of a whore, bastard, etc…) She rips Hamilton up on the thing he’s most known for, what he’s most proud of – his WRITING. His SENSELESS sentences, his SELF OBSESSED and PARANOID tone. She’s tearing him up about not just the CONTENT of the Reynolds Pamphlet, but the way in which he wrote it. She takes the time in the middle of her rage to mock his style, which is such a rap battle move. 

And what is she going to do with all of the beautiful writing he gave her over the years, his letters? 

Burn them. 

It was at that moment that he knew tonight was going to be one of the biggest tests of their already fragile friendship.  He was scared to take a single step toward her out of fear that he would simply toss her over his shoulder, stalk off to his room, and prove to her just how desperate he was to be her willing slave for the rest of his life.  The woman who stood before him, the angel who, for some reason, was forced to live amongst mere mortals, would certainly be the reason for his complete and utter destruction.
—  21-Chapter Seven: Beer Card

anonymous asked:

Here's an idea for world conquest (though it'd require you to go back on your usual mechanical only tactics). Unleash a deadly virus upon all of Mobius that only you have the cure to. Make sure the brainiacs like Tails and Rotor get particularly virulent strains so as to stop them even beginning to try working on a cure themselves and just when things get 'real' desperate...offer the benevolent cure of robotosization!

“Here’s the problem with that little brain tickler of yours.
I often look into new (and increasingly “diverse”) varieties of world domination, be that through complete and utter destruction that levels just about every square mile of this god-forsaken world or something as simple as using puppet governments. The aforementioned problem comes in with the fact that if I make a virus and also create a cure, there will be those who will simply die out of spite. For those who do subjugate themselves, what should I do once they immediately decide to turn against me upon getting their disgusting mitts all over that cure?

Absolutely nothing at all.

Let’s say I release the cure in small batches, only directly to the leaders of the free world piece by piece until I have each one of them eating from my hands. Then the general populace comes along - I again could just as easily lose that power. They must be dominated, completely and utterly. They must know that if they revolt, there will be no kind answer. Taking their health then merely making them beg for a cure won’t do zilch when they’ve all recovered with little more reason to obey than my good will and compassionate humanitarianism standing between us.”

Scrap

Baze Malbus is by and large a simple man. His needs, few: warm clothing and a dry place to sleep, the prospect of food, a good drink, a well-maintained blaster. His wants, even fewer: keeping Chirrut safe, keeping Chirrut happy, also the complete and utter destruction of the Empire.

Oh, and the privilege of being able to ogle Chirrut whenever he pleases. At the moment, this means leaning against a sandstone pillar on the edge of one of Jedha City’s market plazas, idly checking over the wiring in his cannon by feel rather than sight, as his eyes are occupied with the graceful figure of his partner a few dozen feet away going through his morning kata.

Ed tells Oswald a love riddle and even gives him the answer in the shape of an air heart.

Oswald: Omg Nygma! Stop annoying me with your annoying riddles. No body has time for them. I am trying to plan out the complete and utter destruction of my enemies. I can’t just sit down and think about your riddles all day.

*Oswald carries on complaining*

Ed looks into the camera like he’s in the office.

"It's not over for you, Dean."

[prefacing this by saying I am overtired and half asleep, so please excuse me if I don’t make much sense]

You know, there is so much more to be said about this moment when the infected Deputy Harris delivers Amara’s message to Dean, because there are so many ways to look at it, but the one thing that stood out to me in this regard with the focus on utter destruction and complete annihilation within the episode, is how there is such twisted irony in these words.

Because last season Dean was told that he’d witness how everything would fall away, how in the end he’d end up alone with all his loved ones long gone but him still alive curtesy of the mark, how he inevitably then would probably also witness the slow but sure destruction of earth.

And now here we are, one season later, Dean’s no longer immortal, no longer carries the mark, but is bound to the original mark and the prospect of utter destruction is staring down on him just the same. Cause even if all falls away and ceases to exist, Amara would save Dean. He can’t win.

And that’s where it gets interesting. God/Chuck said he thought he could teach his sister and make her see something more in creation, but that it was impossible. That it’s a useless effort. I think he may have been wrong. Cause I don’t think in any of the universes she destroyed that he had built, she had held on to one thing, one being in it that she would save and make an exception for. But now she does. And I sadly think in part that may be her demise, though I don’t think God plans to survive this end confrontation given what he said this episode…