Imagine Allura being the blue paladin. Imagine her trying to connect with the blue lion and getting little bits and pieces of Lance’s feelings and memories cos you can’t connect with a lion without kind of connecting with its previous paladin a lil bit, you know? So she kinda gets these little flashbacks: Lance taking care of his little sisters while his mother cooks, Lance messing around at the garrison with Hunk, you know, that kind of stuff. And then she gets to the feelings: there’s the feeling of Lance missing home and his family, or that little moment of self hatred he gets every time he’s shot down by another girl. And the sadness of feeling like he’s not needed. And imagine Allura just sitting in the cockpit, shocked, because why hadn’t he tried to tell her he was feeling like this? Then she would remember all those times when he’d start to tell a story about something funny his brother did or “that one Christmas where -”, and she would cut him off, telling him to get to work, to train harder. Or all those times he would whine about missing home, and she would tell him to stop being selfish. Imagine Allura starting to understand Lance as a human being a little bit more that day.
first and most importantly for a flashback episode, A PERFECT RECAST OF YOUNG KARA AND ALEX.
(maybe even un upgrade?)
gosh, both of those actors did their homework.
when alex pulled her phone out of her back pocket in that bathroom i just about died.
izabela vidovic doesn’t actually sound anything like melissa, but she did this thing with her voice that is kara.
good job, casting.
also, music: evil. you can’t cold open with HAIM like that. the sweet escape was a terrible song, but the most 2007 song choice they could have made short of 1234 by feist.
SO THIS IS MIDVALE 2017
i love eliza, and i love that house.
but honestly where is midvale???? on the canadian border???? is the drug ring run through a maple syrup dynasty???? how did they drive there so quickly???? (the answer to that question is obviously: flying car.)
SPEAKING OF FLYING CARS: i love that they tried to tell us kara could drive for the opening ~aesthetic~ and let that just sit in the background for the entire episode, and then CONFIRMATION: KARA CANNOT ACTUALLY DRIVE.
for an episode that only has about 5 minutes of current timeline they packed a lot into that small amount of time.
i continue to regret asking for them to focus on kara’s mental health, because she’s just so sad and it makes me so sad.
‘at least alex doesn’t close herself off … you have the most wide open heart for other people, but when you feel weak you punish yourself for it.’
‘if i’m going to do the things i have to do, i have to walk away from certain vulnerabilities.’ okay, not focusing on the “vulnerabilities” because that’s a red herring, but the things i have to do. oh, kara. i wrote something in one of these lists a couple of weeks ago that i think i ended up deleting, but, the opening credits monologue has changed again (kara calls herself a refugee now, which is worth a whole post all of its own) but the line that has always stayed is “an accident forced me to reveal myself”. i hope they’re going to a place where kara can recognise the choices she’s making to live this life. not that there isn’t a lot to unpack to get there, because if we learnt anything from triggers it’s that she probably doesn’t believe she has a choice about this because she was sent here to do this. but that’s not what little kara tells not!alura. there’s always a choice, and at one point she wanted to make that choice.
obligatory mention: alex danvers is probably going to end up with a drinking problem.
and god, she’s mean, but she’s also right about kara’s pathological need to set the rules. and i think to kara they are rules, because everything about living on earth has been a series of rules about How To Live. see also: an accident forced me to reveal myself, and now i have to walk away from certain vulnerabilities.
THAT FIGHT: SISTERS OMG.
but that’s just it: sisters. they got each other. and, it would seem, always kinda have*.
kara’s earth equivalent birthday (disregarding the phantom zone) is between 4 January 1991 and 16 February 1991.
alex’s birthday is between 17 and 20 February 1989.
so in 2007, and let’s say november 2007 to make it easier, even though apparently they live near canada but it looks like summer: alex is 18, kara is 16.
and yet they’re in the same classes?
and yet not!alura j’onn thinks she’s 15.
GOD CAN’T THEY MANAGE TO WORK THEIR TIMELINES OUT???
kara’s been with them for 3.5 years, and jeremiah’s been dead for 1.5.
basically, i just really wish they would stop saying things like “[nice round number] years ago”, because now we have alex and kara apparently hated each other for three and a half years and lena luthor is 25.
(and also was apparently 15 when superman took down lex. ;_;)
anyway, that weirdness aside, that flashback was filled with goodness:
alex and kara shared a rooooooom and had dumb 2007 flip phones and alex wore totally on trend tiny vests but also very off trend chokers.
ELIZA WAS READING CAT GRANT’S NINE LIVES AND COUNTING.
kenny lee: he died so that alex would stop being a dick to her adopted alien sister.
awkward statutory rape storyline: awkward.
canadian drug ring: seriously, was maple syrup involved?
SOME THINGS WE LEARNT ABOUT KARA, all of which broke my heart:
she never stopped talking about krypton.
calculus at age 4!
she wanted to be a superhero even then.
THIS WAS AN ALIEN PLANET AND SHE HATED IT.
ALL SHE WANTED TO DO WAS LIVE WITH CLARK AND BE SUPER.
she followed all of his enemies omg.
she was really good at gym.
she’s always broken things when she’s angry.
she misses people too but she’s not lashing out at the world.
she had hound blood in her - kara what other trouble were you getting into as a kiddo?
she remembers being alone in the pod.
eliza calling j’onn to come and pretend to be not!alura agent noell neill was awful. that is honestly a terrible thing to do to that poor girl, and i’m lowkey pissed at the writers for thinking that’s a thing people would ever come up with as a possible solution.
aaaaaand yet maybe the most important line in the entire flashback:
no one asked me if i wanted these powers, but i have them and all i want to do is help people with what i’ve been given, and no one will let me.
kara wanted to be a superhero. she wanted it desperately. and maybe soon she’ll remember that.
she called her mom jeju.
eliza’s cardigan in that last scene was awesome and i want it.
‘i am getting better,’ kara says, two seconds before the promo for next week. yaaaaaay……… 😟
A/N: This imagine is a bit different because it starts from the middle, then hops to the beginning and continues as normal, kinda like a flashback. Explaining it just in case anyone gets confused. :) It’s not as complicated as it sounds and I think that as you read it, you’ll understand it. Okay, love you guys! :*
“No! You aren’t going anywhere until I’m through. You fucking tell me what that prick was doing to you. Who is he and why was he fucking touching you? What the bloody hell did he want?”
Eventhough I had expected this outcome, Harry’s angry outburst still planted a small seed of fear inside me, causing me to wince back at the rising volume of his rough language.
I slowly look up into his darkening eyes, rage burning through them as he stares down at me. He has his hands on either side of my head, resting on the wall that my chair is propped up against, sealing me in from both sides so I can’t leave; not that I would. Leaving Harry during his rushes of fury was not a very bright idea.
Harry’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his breath coming out in short pants. The veins on his forehead have become prominent due to what he had seen unfolding just a few minutes before.
What got me into this situation wasn’t anything very harmful at all: a bit of flirting, and not even on my part.
Harry had left me at the counter of the bar, excusing himself to go use the loo. Moments after he had disappeared into the crowd a tall blonde boy around my age had wandered to stand infront of me, pulling my attention to his unknown body standing so close.
“Hello.” He had said, giving me an endearing smile. He seemed like a nice enough guy–he was wearing a pair of bootcut jeans and a dark navy blue button down, his sandy blonde hair styled up into a quiff.
“Hi.” I had answered, returning his polite smile. I wasn’t interested because I’m with Harry, but turning him down when he hasn’t even made a move just seemed too cruel.
"I’m Austin. And you are?“
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I was standing over there with some friends and I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here alone. I was wondering if you’d like to dance?“ He pushes the conversation forward, now stepping it up to a dance request, and I cautiously glance in the direction Harry went, nervousness beginning to weigh down onto my chest.
"I’m sorry. I already have a boyfriend.” I reply honestly, looking up at him apologetically. In another world where I was not dating Harry I would’ve accepted his outstretched hand, but I am dating Harry, and any other guy is nothing more to me than a possible friend.
"Oh, come on. I’m sure he won’t mind.“ Austin prods, giving me a wink and taking my hand from the counter-top, pulling me to up to my feet.
Just as I’m about to yank my hand out of his grip, I see a familiar figure clad in a dotted shirt and black skinny jeans enter my peripheral vision. In less then two breaths Harry is standing next to me, his brows furrowed and his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
"I’m sorry, mate. There seems to be a misunderstanding. She’s not single.” Harry’s voice is eerily calm, but as he speaks I can see that he is gritting his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he works on keeping his temper in check.
I almost flinch at the smooth tone of his voice, knowing very well what will come afterwords. His cool composer is an act–the calm before an untamable storm.
Austin sizes up Harry, looking him up and down. Harry is immediately the alpha, having atleast two-to-three good inches over the other boy’s head.
Austin seems to recognize this, letting his fingers go slack, my hand returning to my side only to be wrapped in Harry’s hard grip.
"I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know.“ An obvious lie on Austin’s part since I had clearly stated that I was not alone, but I don’t speak up because the sooner this encounter is over, the better.
Harry gives a stiff nod and Austin takes this as a sign, turning around on his heel and going back the way he came from. Harry stares intently at the back of the other young man’s head as it sinks back into the crowd, almost as if daring him to even as much as look back.
When the boy is out of view, Harry turns his blazing gaze at me, my eyes diverting to the floor to prevent from being trapped in his intimidating glare.
"Come on.” I hear Harry give a rough grunt, my hand being tugged harshly in the opposite direction Austin left.
I follow him, not uttering a word. The situation at hand had not been my fault, but since Harry couldn’t take it out on Austin because he hadn’t technically done anything wrong, he was going to use me as much as possible.
We arrive at a two-seat tall table hidden away pretty well from the people around the club. I don’t wait for Harry to tell me to sit but I climb onto the long stool by myself. Eventhough Harry is upset with me I feel his hand being placed on the dip of my spine, keeping me from possibly falling back from the seat as I position myself accordingly. Harry could be very short-tempered, but it was only because he cared so much, thus describing what is about to go down between us.
"Who was that and what did he want?“ His breathing is starting to pick up pace, signaling that his patience and composer are running thin.
"Can we not do this here, please?” I beg quietly, looking up at him through my lashes.
Harry ignores my question, repeating his own. “Who the fuck was that?”
As the first curse word leaves his lips I know he is going to cause a scene. Harry never curses at me when we fight. He uses that type of language daily, but only in a playful manner, but whenever I tick him off to his limit, he losses control of what he begins to say.
"I said not here.“ I repeat my statement, this time attempting to slide off the barstool to get through to him that I will not be doing this argument in public, but he grips onto my hips, pushing me back onto the seat until my back is pressed against the wall. He places his hands on either side of my head, eliminating any chances of escape.
“No! You aren’t going anywhere until I’m through. You fucking tell me what that prick was doing to you. Who is he and why was he fucking touching you? What the bloody hell did he want?”
"Harry, please–” I try to talk him out of this one last time, but I’m cut off as he slams his fist into the wall behind me, making me wince back from his lanky body as he towers over me, the veins in his neck popping out.
"Tell. Me.“ Harry grits out, his eyes daring me to object one more time.
I shy away from him, fear starting to settle into my blood as I see his state darkening, his eyes becoming clouded with rage. When Harry looses his mind over something he doesn’t recognize what he’s doing until after he’s done it, meaning he could hurt me in the flare of the moment.
"His name’s Austin.” I murmur, daring a glance up at him to let him know that I’m aware of his anger. “He came up to me after you left and asked me to dance. When I said no he grabbed my hand, and then that’s when you showed up.”
"Didn’t you tell him you were with me?“ He asks incredulously.
"Of course I did. He didn’t care…"
"Motherfucker. I won’t care either when I’m pounding his face in.” Harry growls, pushing himself off of the wall and turning around, searching for Austin in the crowd.
He spots him, his gaze zeroing in on his target as he sits on a couch, chatting with a couple of his friends.
“I’ll fucking show him ‘not caring.’"
"Harry, no!” I grab his forearm, tugging him back towards me. “Leave him alone. It’s done. Nothing happened. Please don’t make this a big deal; just forget it.”
"Of course I won’t ‘just leave him alone’, Y/N! He was coming onto you even after you rejected him! That’s considered harassing, and I’m going to go and kick his ass for it. Let me go.“ He doesn’t even look at me as he finishes talking, twisting his arm from my grip and taking a few strides forward.
"Stop!” I jump down from the stool, this time grabbing his face in my hands and sharply turning him to face me, our noses brushing.
Harry’s eyes are flashing with dangerous light, telling me that his body has gone into full-fighter mode; it’s my job to defuse him.
"Harry.“ I breathe out, my lips rubbing over his ever-so slightly. With every word I place a kiss onto his warm skin, trying to get a safe response from him. “Let. It. Go.“
I grip onto the sides of his face, looking into his eyes as I shake my head.
"Forget it. He’s not important.“
"Let me just–”
I silence him one last time by placing my lips onto the side of his neck and beginning to suck gently, earning the desired affect as I feel his body slump forward in a ceasefire.
I smile against his strong pulse, pulling him forward with me as I step back a couple of times until my back hits the wall, then wrapping my arms around his neck to keep it stationed against my lips.
I open my mouth a bit wider, letting my teeth nibble against the delicate skin over his quickening heart-beat, biting down as I hear a hiss stream from his mouth.
I let my hands wonder up behind his head, gripping onto his soft curls and twirling them inbetween my fingers, tugging in the way I know drives him insane. I pull his hips closer, subtly rubbing up against his crotch.
A low moan betrays him, his head tilting down so his hazy eyes lock on mine, the anger dissipating.
“Just forget him.” I plead again in a quiet whisper.
“Fine.” He mumbles back, wrapping his arms around my waist and abruptly flipping me around so that he’s now the one leaning against the wall. Pulling me closer he nudges our noses, then lifting his head and tilting it back. “Keep going.”
I’m immediately surprised by Harry’s demand because he’s always the one to take charge in the relationship, meaning that I’ve never had him in the position I have him in now, even-more-so meaning that I’ve never marked him. I raise my eyebrows at him in question and he nods, stretching out his neck a bit to give me more access.
I obey, connecting my lips back onto his warm flesh and continuing my actions from before.
I allow my teeth to sink in hard, then letting my tongue smooth over the area to soothe the aching skin, sucking gently as one of my hands pulls at his hair, the other hand sneakily wandering down to rest against at the front of his jeans.
The fact that we’re doing this in a club full of people doesn’t really matter considering there are couples almost literally shagging in the middle of the dance floor; plus, we’re pretty hidden in this undisturbed corner, the low lights and dark shadows fogging us out of the immediate view of others. With this in mind, I slowly begin to rock my hand back and forth, palming Harry through his tight jeans.
His head lulls back, a wispy groan escaping him as he bites down onto his lower lip, his eyes fluttering shut.
“So good, baby.” He mutters, his hips jerking forward slightly to satisfy his growing need.
I give him a reassuring squeeze, getting on my tip-toes to press my lips against his.
The bulge in his trousers grows heavier in my hands and I suddenly let out a small moan, the notion of having this effect on him becoming even more intriguing by the second.
Harry chuckles, the breath of his words tickling my ear. “It looks like this is making you hornier than it’s making me.”
I rapidly nod my head, looking up at him as I feel desire leaking into my eyes.
“I bet you want a good fuck right now, don’t you? A good, hard, rough fuck, hm, kitten?” I know the words are directed towards me, but as he talks his eyes aren’t looking at me; they’re focused on something or someone behind my back.
I turn my head to the side and see Austin’s eyes glued on us, his cold glare meeting Harry’s dead-on. Harry smirks at him, cupping my chin with his fingers and turning my head back to face him, his lips crashing onto mine.
“He knows who you belong to now.” He murmurs through the kiss, his fingers snaking around my wrist. “Now let’s go. My cock is literally throbbing to be inside you.”
The warmth of Harry’s body is ripped from me as he steps away, my own body being jerked forward towards his only a second after.
Harry weaves through the crowd fast, his quick pace making me stumble every few steps. How he manages to get around all of these drunken people and with such dark lighting is beyond me, but after a few moments we burst through the front doors of the nightclub. A cool night summer breeze is blowing, pushing my hair back from my face as Harry nearly sprints towards his car, unlocking it and shoving me into the passenger’s seat. He runs around the front of the car, sliding into the driver’s seat and turning on the ignition, the car roaring to life.
He leans across the dashboard, his lips finding mine in a heated kiss.
“Fuck, I need you so bad.” He growls, but pulls away anyhow. “We’re going to have to wait because when I fuck you I want to be somewhere where I know you can scream as loud as you want.”
“Okay.” I say, trying to catch my breath from the brisk walking and heavy kissing.
Harry sets the car into motion, pulling out of the parking space and exiting the lot.
As we speed down the highway I can feel anxiousness weighing down on my stomach again.
Harry and I had only had sex a few times, in which he had been slow, level-headed, and understanding, keeping his rough dominance at bay. Not only that, but Harry hadn’t gone all the way in– we’d always stopped at the half-way mark. As I glance at him, I can tell that only going in half-way isn’t on his mind right now, and being gentle has been locked away in the recesses of his thoughts.
No matter what Harry has planned, one thing is obvious:
On the whole "Samurai Jack whitewashing" controversy
Yes, his skin is just a bit lighter, but let’s be honest here.
They never tried to interpret him as any race other than Japanese. Jack being a few shades different than his original doesn’t change anything.
Is it kinda confusing how in the flashback to his younger days in season 5 episode three has him with the same skin tone as Jack now?
Especially when in another flashback two
episodes earlier, they showed him in his original skin tone.
But is it racist?
No, because, again.
His Japanese Identity is not erased, him being a few shades different in skin color doesn’t change that.
I once was kinda worried about that too in the younger Jack flashback in the recent episode, but then I thought about it, and realized he’s still portrayed as ethnically Japanese.
Prompt: You’re dating Dean Winchester and go on the hunt with the guys, things go south and you wake up in a whole new world.
Requested by: No One
Written By: mrs.stankfa - Anna
Reader: Could be any
A/N: Kinda long….. =====
“I really don’t think that this is a good idea.” You comment while raising your gun higher in front of your chest, Dean scoffs while rolling his eyes.
“Y/N, we’re going to be fine,” Dean replies. “It’s just a simple salt and burn.”
“Then why are you forcing me behind you and raising your gun everywhere as if we’re about to get attacked?” You demand.
“Precautions.” Dean comments.
“Lordy Dean! Then listen to my precautions!” You whine, only to be shushed by Dean.
“Do you want to give us away?” He hisses.
“It’s just a simple salt and burn.” You mimic before shutting your mouth, after receiving one of the biggest bitch faces from Dean.
“Y/N! Duck!” Dean screams, fear lacing his tone, at the top of his lungs, you barely roll out of the way of the oncoming spell from the witch in the middle of the room.
“Yeah!! Just a god damned simple salt and burn!” You scream back, anger filling your own voice.
“I said I was sorry like…..four times!” Dean yells.
“Not good enough!” You scream. “Where the fuck is Sam?!”
“I don’t know!” Dean screeches, your whole conversation seems to be cut off as a spell hits you right in the middle of your chest. Dean shouts in anger, along with you letting out a strangled cry of pain. “Y/N!”
“D-dean.” You stutter as your limbs give way, quickly Dean shoots the bitch in the forehead and rushes to your side; catching you right before your head hit the concrete wall.
Everything suddenly started turning black, swirling around and around because everything just seemed dizzy. The last thing you see is Dean’s worried apple-green eyes staring into your E/C ones.
You were confused, that was for sure. You woke up in a hospital bed that you knew neither Sam nor Dean would even consider you to have let alone if you were dying. There were balloons, teddy bears, cards, and everything littering the room; wishing for someone to ‘Get Well Soon.’
There were not enough people that you, Sam, Dean, and Cass knew combined to give enough stuff to even make twenty percent of the stuff that sat around the room. You squeeze your eyes shut while pressing your palm to your forehead because of the pain that came as you sat up.
“Woah woah, Honey!” A red head woman shouts while rushing into the room, dropping her clipboard on the floor.
“What’s going on?” You demand.
“You just need to lay down and rest okay, hon?” The woman orders. “I’m Terri and I’m your nurse.”
“My nurse?” You scoff. “Why the fucking hell would I need a nurse? I hit my head on the wall…..scratch that my boyfriend caught me before I hit the damn wall!”
“You’re not here because of a wall.” The Terri girl worriedly replies. “You were in a car accident, you’ve been in a coma for years.”
“Years?” You question as your breathing increases. “Years?!?!”
“Y/N?” A voice questions, Cass coming into the room with a worried expression. Wearing a sweater that he wouldn’t normally wear with his trench coat.
“Cass?” You question while raising your eyebrows.
“Cass? Y/N I’m your father, Misha? Well, yeah I’m Cass in the show I film but you never liked it anyways.” ‘Misha’ rambles.
“You’re joking right?” You question, your voice going up an octave as your breathing started to increase. “Did Dean put you up to this? Because I swear to god I’m going to shoot him!”
“Y/N?” The man questions as his face falls, the nurse quickly places a hand on your shoulder while giving this ‘Misha’ dude a look to silence him.
“Y/N, I’ll be right back alright sweetheart? You just sit here and relax.” She orders, you don’t reply as she and ‘Misha’ walk out of the room. You wait till you hear the door close before quickly turning to each of the machines, turning them off as quickly as you could.
You take a deep breath before pushing yourself up and off the bed, there was a boot/cast thing on a chair across the room. You hop on your right leg over to the thing before quickly pulling it on, your eyes scan the room looking for something besides the hospital gear you were in to change into.
Finding nothing, you curse yourself for taking so long and quickly walk out of the room, avoiding the Misha dude and the nurse who were discussing whatever down the hall a little ways away from your room.
You quickly limp down the hall, continuing to curse yourself for taking so long and not being able to walk in the correct way with the god damned stupid boot on your left foot.
Sadly you were so distracted that you didn’t notice when you bumped into a rock hard chest, you mumble apologies under your breath before quickly walking past the person but they grab your elbow to stop you.
“Y/N? We’ve been worried sick about you! How are you moving so fast? Did Misha not tell us you were awake?” The guy demands, quickly you turn around with one of your best bitch faces.
“I don’t know Dean.” You scoff while ripping your arm out of his grasp. “Put an end to this damn fucking joke and maybe we can talk about it!”
“Woah woah, what joke?” Dean questions.
“I get that I wronged you when we went out even though you wouldn’t listen to me when I was obviously right but you don’t have to go and do this, don’t you remember Oregon? What you did to Bobby?! You almost killed the poor man!” You angrily explain.
“Y/N? Are you feeling alright?” Dean demands.
“I’m going to shoot you!” You seethe before turning around to try and get away from him.
“There she is! Stop her!” A voice screams from behind you as you try to go faster through the hospital, you make it to the front door before everything suddenly goes black and you collapse to the ground.
“Misha? What’s wrong with her? She called me Dean!” Jensen questions.
“The doctors explained it.” Misha sighs as nurses lift you onto a stretcher. “She has amnesia, her brain is trying to fill in the cracks because it can’t handle it.”
“So, you’re saying that it’s taking the show?” Jensen demands. “I thought that….I thought she hated that thing.”
Annoyed and distant with them, yes. Hating them to the point of defecting and changing sides? Hell no.
She hanged around with the other cadets in Reiner’s flashback, but I got the feeling she wasn’t very… concerned by the discussions.
Reiner’s flashback - Ch. 93
She’s in the group but at the same time you could almost portray her with earbuds and the picture would still be the same. Even in Ymir’s memories from the same chapter, she’s as detached as ever.
Big Bro Reiner - Ch. 93
She isn’t even staring back at him this time.
Only reason why Annie is part of the group is to accomplish her mission and get back to her father. Zeke even underlines it very well: Annie can do fine on her own. That’s why she tried to capture Eren in the forest by herself, and could’ve almost succeeded if it wasn’t for Levi interfering.
We haven’t seen her with Reiner and Bertolt in Marcel’s flashback but I assume she was with them because of that anime scene in episode 2 and because there wasn’t any other opportunity than the breach for her to get in.
Annie taking bread rations - Ep. 2
Makes me very curious about how she reacted to Marcel’s death. Not very well I imagine, and that means she has to bear with two boys susceptible to fuck the mission up. That’s what happened when Trost was breached…
Annie getting mad at Reiner - Ch. 77
And she doesn’t view Bertolt in better regards either, since the latter is constantly stuck with Reiner and doesn’t oppose him when he’s pushing his teammates to fill up their mission.
Nb: Another translation was “you dumb assholes”. Looking at the Japanese raw, the original sentence was “ふざけるな！！クソ野郎！！”. The second word can be either singular or plural there. Since she was looking at Reiner, we can assume the insult was directed to him, but Reiner refers to he and Bertolt as plural, implying Bertolt is just as guilty.
Still, I wonder if Annie and Reiner had a rocky past. Now that we learned how uncompromising Marley is with their warriors, that makes chapter 77 look like the model student is reporting the bad girl to the teacher. Just replace detention by her father being sent as a pure titan to Paradis. After Reiner blamed Annie for saving Connie when he did the same 30 chapters ago, and when doing so in Annie’s case didn’t get her suspected from being an infiltrate, I can’t help but think Reiner went overboard. I mean, his case could easily be interpreted as him willingly giving away information to the devil race as well. Bertolt witnessed him “going overboard” multiple times, yet didn’t use the same tactic.
Threatening warriors with discipline is effective enough and Reiner uses it at his advantage. That whole sequence in chapter 17 can take a whole different meaning because Reiner was imitating Marcel and Annie was aware of how Reiner truly was or at least what his real intentions were. Reiner mostly wants Annie to get in line and not space off in her mission while Annie hates being bossed around.
Reiner commenting Annie’s position - Ch. 17
Annie realizing her failure - Ch. 31
Though her failing to become a Marlean warrior is more due to the fact she was too soft-hearted and should’ve offed Armin when she had the chance. No mistakes are allowed there.
As @suniuz translated, the subtitle says “The revealed secrets of Titan and Reiner’s past…!” and if it is really what I read, that means we’ll see more of Reiner’s past? I dunno what’s left to tell though? To be frank even I, someone who worships warrior chapters, am kinda done of flashbacks, and I don’t see what else left to tell, I’d prefer to roll with present day and focus more to plot. And Beardner? Isa pls?
Isayama-sensei seems to have finish this month’s chapter earlier judging by how they dropped subtitle and how they’re gonna release new chapter at 7th in Japan, so spoilers might drop earlier this month, I am guessing on 4th which hits Monday or next day. But this is not a promise, just a guess.
Hey sorry if your busy or if this request is too negative. It’s totally okay to ignore it if you want, I’ll understand! I’ve just been kinda sad today having some flashbacks. Who do you think would be most likely to step in and stop a group of students from bullying a girl for being too excitable and cheery all the time?
Aww, I’m so sorry to hear that and I hope you’ll feel better really soon! As for your request, I’m more than certain that almost all of the characters we know and love will stand up for a stranger/classmate whenever they see them being harassed by someone. So I’m just going to pick and choose and write for a few of them!
Seeing you being harassed by a group of bullies strikes a chord with him because it brings back memories of the time when he couldn’t stand up for someone that was in trouble. He knows that if he didn’t speak up for you he would come to regret it and goes to tap one of the bullies on the shoulder and tell them to stop because what they’re doing is wrong and downright mean. He isn’t afraid to get a teacher if they brush him off and keep bothering you.
It’s lunchtime and he was heading towards a line to get his meal when he comes across a bunch of people that are nonchalantly bumping into you, messing with your hair, whispering hurtful things to you, and just generally giving you trouble when all you wanted was to get your meal and sit down to enjoy it. Bakugou roughly pulls one of the bullies from the shirt back and tells them to fuck off and leave the girl alone then goes to casually grab his meal.
Having been a victim of being bullied in the past he had to step in and do something when he stumbled across you and a small group of people giving you grief about your bubbly and cheerful personality. He doesn’t understand why anyone would want to harass an innocent, sweet girl since all you do is spread kindness and positivity. Despite his confusion, he doesn’t hesitate to stand up for you even if he comes out with broken bones and bruises in the end.
He has experienced a similar situation with many people making assumptions about him and his villainous-like quirk and doesn’t find anyone, whether if it’s a stranger or someone that he knows, being bullied pleasant whatsoever. He addresses the bullies promptly and calmly and was able to successfully drive them off with ease. Although, his brainwashing quirk gave him an advantage there.
Mirio is a natural peacemaker and whenever he comes across an innocent individual being a victim of bullying he will always jump in to stop the situation from progressing since it doesn’t do anyone any good when they’re being plain assholes. He approaches the situation with his cheery and upbeat attitude and manages to get the group of people to leave you alone and treats you to a sweet bite from the vending machine/cafeteria afterward.
Summary: This honestly doesn’t need a summary. POV: Negan Characters: Negan, Spencer, Olivia, Judith, Lucille Word Count: 4285 Warnings: Cursing and like a buncha sad Negan along with a sad storyline Authors note: After my like two-week hiatus, I have finally returned and I’m here to fuck shit up and make you sad with this fic. Starts out with the bit when Negan and Spencer are chatting and then you obviously know how that episode ends. It’s all about Negan battling with his own self and that battle ends with Spencer’s death - he basically did it to himself by asking what was in Negan’s pocket -, but I’m obviously not going to write that since you know what happens. Just think of this story as a prequel and sequel of those bits of the season finale. The ending is kinda choppy. I wanted to do flashbacks, but that’s too much work. I want you to cry. I honestly had so many gifs to choose from, but I settled for this one. Parts: 1/1 - Completed Quote of the story:“You would think…That beneath the stains of time, my feelings toward you and my sadness would fade away and disappear…But they haven’t” Songs: Cryin’ for me - Toby Keith & Hurt - Johnny CashSeriously, listen to the first one, I’m not even kidding.
ok cophine folks i have a theory about the flashback/dinner scene in ep5.. ( i mean these 4 weeks till the episode are gonna kill me so let’s make theories insteaad xD)
sooo obvs spoilers below..
ok first of all i wanna thank @c0s1m4 for uploading all the screencaps from the 60 sec teaser thanks duuude! :)
let’s begin shall we?
(note: every screencap that i used is in chronological order)
-cosima is taking samples from a tooth
the moment she starts to zone out /daydream
and VOILA we have the first flashback
this is the point where we’re gonna hear the whole
-you were paid to lie to me etc etc
and delphine is gonna answer something that will obviously make cosima happy at the time cause she kinda smiles seconds before the flashback ends
i believe delphine makes a promise -some kind of commitment in relation to their trust issues-that is enought for cosima to completely wipe any doubts about her
and then fast forward and
this is a very UNHAPPY face…i would rather say an angry face…it is obvious to me that whichever promise delphine made at the moment well lets just say she broke it from the looks of it.
so after that we have some plot things going on with susan and rachel aaaand
delphine returns from her trip..they discuss science/plot related things…and then we have the dinner/picking costumes scene
shits are gonna happen with rachel and susan and afetr that cos and delphine return to their room(?) to change(?) sth like that
notice that the moment cosima and delphine approach each other the flashback scene continues
what i find rather amusing AND very promising is the fact that BOTH Cosima and Delphine are shirtless… delphine in the present and cosima in the flashback
so what i really do believe we’re gonna see here in this 360 scene is an intersection of past and present as the camera is going round and round…naked cosima in the past then camera roll and boom we’re in the present where delphine is naked and then back to the past oh man this is gonna be an epic scene i can already tell
also this is gonna be another sort of goodbye scene -cause cosima after that leaves the island…delphine on the other hand? who knows….
B4 victor knows what he said in the past it'd be funny if he saw a picture of chubby bb yuri and was like look how cute u were!! (Freaking out internally) and yuris just kinda having bad flashbacks lol/confused cause he though victor looked down on him for that