like did anyone else notice them

anonymous asked:

can you do some Hunk headcanons??? shit I love yours, so perfect <3

you know what else is perfect? hunk

  • shiro: “team this is a serious matter so no joking around” hunk: “or you’ll…….. punish us??”
  • hunk reminds lance of the ladies that work at the salon near his house
    • he’s just got that latina “honey, you would not believe what arturo told me about nina last week” hairdresser vibe
    • sometimes lance gets the feeling that hunk is gonna give him a trim
  • “…okay but has anyone else noticed that coran sparkles sometimes when he talks?? like is this an altean thing or”
  • hunk: “this is such a bad idea oh god please don’t do it” also hunk: [whips out phone to record the proceedings]
  • pidge never actually has to ask hunk for help when coding, he’s just nosy so he’ll pop in and give his opinions whether she wants them or not
  • allura: “hunk i need you to make a bomb” hunk: “uh i’m sorry what did i do to give you the impression that i can make a–…. yeah okay give me like 10 minutes”
  • hunk team ups (as described by lance)
    • with pidge: Nerd Squared
    • with keith: Ketchup and Mustard
    • with shiro: Swole Acceptance
    • with lance: The Best Team (”tbt is in position shiro” “okay codenames are officially banned from missions”)
  • keith, delirious with pain: “hunk you’re so nice, dude. you’re like… like an angel with no wings” hunk: “so like a person”
Bombshell

An anon asked for a Reid fic where the reader is British and he gets turned on by her accent.  The team teases him for it and he eventually has to explain to the reader why he gets so weird whenever she talks.  I love this request, I really hope you like it!  Added in here a classic Spencer Reid Quote, shout out to anyone who can find it!

It gets smutty!  Some fluff ensues at the end, it’s super cute!

UnBeta’d so sorry for any errors, also flood warning!

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“As soon as Agent Y/L/N gets here, we are going to start the briefing,” Hotch said to the team, who were all still sitting around at their desks before disappearing into his office.

“Ready for the new team member, pretty boy?” Derek teased from his seat with a smirk.

“What?” Spencer asked nonchalantly.  He knew Y/N was British.  She’d been in for numerous interviews and when she was in the training field, all the other trainees were talking about the ‘British Bombshell’ that was joining the BAU team.  

“You know what,” Derek replied.

“Does Reid have a thing for accents?” Prentiss asked.  She looked at the genius with playful eyes.

“No, he has a thing for British accents,” JJ said, shaking her head.

“I see,” Emily said with a smirk similar to Derek’s.

“I don’t know if I like the looks on your faces,” Rossi said as he walked up.  After inspecting the teasing smiles of the three agents, he clocked the blush on Reid’s face.  “What’s wrong with you, coffee catching up to you this morning?”

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So Much More (Smut)

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Request: hey, this a stretch but i love your stories!!! Could you write something where you and shawn are FWB but one night you guys have sex but it turns more emotional and fluffy? idk 😭

Word count: 3,118

So Much More (Smut)  

“Shawn Mendes with hit song Treat You Better” James Corden said, after Shawn had finished singing.

The camera pointed at Shawn once again and he smiled widely while hearing the audience applause him. I still found it rather strange watching Shawn on TV, like somehow, I still didn’t get just how famous he’d become. He was still that little Pickering boy to me and to be honest, he would probably always be.

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7 times they noticed (4/7)

It’s time for Coran Coran the Gorgeous Man. Actually quite hard to write. I decided to write this from Coran’s pov also, to just change things up?


Coran saw it. Of course he did, he was a veteran, he was a father, and although he did not understand the customs of their strange world, he remembered being years away from his family. He remembered pacing and fighting because there was nothing else to do.

He remembered the exact same hurt on his own son’s face, the exact same resignation, the same jokes, the same mood-breakers. And if he wasn’t damned by how much he saw his son in the blue paladin’s face, he was surely blessed by it. In a way, he had another chance, another opportunity; although he would be a fool to think they were the same person. To compare them is all too easy, but he shouldn’t in any case. But still, he knew that Lance was hurting, and no matter how much he reminded him of his son, hurting is hurting.

Let it be known that Coran considered himself a patient man, and often a kind one. This was not the case when someone else was hurting.

“Lance?” He asked in a conversational tone as he saw the young paladin pacing in the control room. Lance looked up in surprise.

“Oh! Coran, my man! What’s up?” He clicked his fingers at Coran, who supposed this was an Earth greeting between friends. He was however, unsure whether to return them. He decided against it, simply smiling at the boy.

“Hello, Lance! It has come to my attention that -” He trailed off, squinting his eyes in suspicion. Lance tilted his head in confusion. “What are you doing in the control room?” Coran questioned, raising an eyebrow, mustache twitching.

“Oh…uh…Allura! I was looking for Allura, have you seen her?” Lance stuttered, laughing nervously. Coran squinted his eyes even more, pursing his mouth.

“I ordered the princess to take a day off. She does too much work, I’m afraid.” Coran looked to Lance for his response, raising his eyebrow further.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Lance sighed. He scratched behind his ear in a show of nonchalance. “Well, I guess I’ll just go train. See ya!” Lance turned to go, but not before Coran spoke.

“Wait!”

Lance looked back in confusion at the oddly alarmed tone of the normally eccentric man.

“What is it, my dude?” Lance made a show of smiling, but Coran noticed it failed to reach his eyes.

“Are…are you in good health, paladin?” Coran asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet to quell the anxiety rising within him.

“Uh…yeah? Totally.” Lance laughed, looking in confusion. “Why? Do I look sick? Because I’ll have you know that I use moisturizer, and my skin looks perfect.” Lance put his hand on his chest in mock-astonishment.

“No! You look perfectly healthy, Lance.” Coran stuttered. Lance looked confused at the normally unflappable Altean. “I mean, not physical health.” Coran frowned at Lance. “The health of the mind.” Lance widened his eyes.

“Oh.” Lance looked down, falling silent, his mind working. “Yeah.” He smiled nervously. Coran was not convinced.

“Truly?” He asked, tilting his head, looking down at the anxious paladin.

“Well, I guess I’m homesick, but I mean, who isn’t?” Lance laughed once more, and once more it rang hollow.

“Of course my boy, you’ve just seemed…” He paused, looking for his words. “off.” Lance looked taken aback, letting out an exhale of confused laughter.

“Really?” He raised his shoulder, twisting his face into obviously forced confusion. Coran once again paused, looking for the words. He restarted his original statement with a small shake of his head.

“It has come to my attention you might be feeling…inadequate. And…what did you call it? Homesick.” Lance stuttered in response.

“W-well, I mean…yeah I’m feeling like, homesick, but inadequate? What?” He looked around, and Coran knew that look. It was the look of a child trying to find a way out of a confronting conversation. He had seen it on his children too many times.

“Lance, missing one’s family is extremely natural. And I’ll let you know on a secret.” He leant in as he said this, and Lance raised his eyebrows, unimpressed.

“Yeah?”

“No one feels adequate. Everyone feels they have too much to live up to.” Coran stared at Lance, nodding. Lance let out a bark of laughter.

“Oh, really.” His voice was heavy with sarcasm. “Well then, everyone’s an idiot.”

“Yes, most probably.” Coran nodded with sincerity, and Lance rolled his eyes.

“No, I mean, everyone else actually lives up to impossible expectations, whereas I… I’m just…” Lance trailed off, tears brimming, trying to finish his sentence with unintelligible gestures. This confused Coran.

“I’m sorry Lance, but I do not understand these human non-verbal gestures? Do you also communicate like Glapthorns?” Coran looked to the human for an answer, who let out a small giggle.

“Glapthorns?” He asked. Coran puffed up.

“Yes Glapthorns! They have an entire alphabet of gestures, having no mouths and all. Lovely people, really, I once…” Coran trailed off, snapping his fingers. “You’re deflecting.” He stated, staring at Lance, once again narrowing.

“Uh…no?” Lance smiled. Coran shook his head.

“Do you humans answer everything as questions, or is that just a hereditary thing?” Coran stared at Lance. “Anyway…” Lance groaned. “You say that we live up to impossible expectations. Who is ‘we’?” Coran asked, his voice gentle.

“Everyone else on this ship.” Lance stared at his feet. Coran noticed that this particular human did not like looking into another being’s eyes when stating the truth.

“Nonsense.” He replied, crossing his arms. “You are just as competent.” Lance laughed in response.

“High praise. Thanks.” Lance subtly rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome.” Coran graciously replied, nodding his head. “Well, it is true. Blue does not choose just anyone.”

“Did…” Lance paused, looking up for once. “Did you know the original blue paladin?” He bit his lip, looking into Coran’s eyes, who was taken aback by the emotion within them. Coran had to look away.

“Yes.” He swallowed thickly, emotion rising. “Yes I did.” Lance looked on, not replying. “They were wonderful. I…I did not know them as well as Allura, but I remember their beaming face. Unfortunately, I remember their last moments the most strongly.” Coran sniffed as tears threatened to swell.

“Sorry.” Lance spoke quietly. Coran drew to his full height, smiling softly.

“Do not be sorry my boy, I just…” He shook his head, trying to get rid of those memories. “They were very good friends with my son.” Coran wiped his eyes. Lance froze.

“Your…your son?” Lance’s eyes were wide.

“Yes.” Coran’s reply was barely a whisper. Then he smiled. “You remind me of him, you know.”

“Oh.” Lance was obviously lost for words.

“Don’t worry, it’s the biggest compliment I can give. You have the same soul, the same passion.” Coran smiled weakly, which was returned by Lance. “If you ever need someone to listen.” He smiled, brighter now. Lance nodded shortly, and walked silently out of the room, before stopping right before the door.

“Same here.” Lance said, with a half-smile. Coran nodded in return, mirroring the action just a few ticks ago.

Coran sighed as Lance left the room. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought his son into it, but…he felt a weight off of his shoulders nonetheless. He only hoped Lance felt the same.


Another done! No one loves Coran enough, imo. By the way, I just want to give huge thanks to @wherethestarsdontshine​ for their headcannons about Coran, because I used a lot of them here in developing his character! They’re such a good writer and you should check out their blog if you like voltron stuff.

(17/4/17: Allura is up along with rest!)

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Ok but like did anyone else notice that when Steve and the others launched Diana off of the car door, Steve was emulating the move that he saw Antiope do on the beach? And he knew that Diana would know how to do it and Diana knew where the move was from and do you think she said a little prayer to the gods after, thanking them for sharing and letting her honor Antiope’s wisdom even after death?

I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self conscious reader, teasing

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Request: Can you do a female reader, where she feels as if she isn’t worthy enough to be in the avengers, she feels as if she’s the odd one out. Nat overhears her talking to her friend on the phone about thinking about leaving and she gets the others to convince her she is worthy?


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Looking at the team known as the Avengers, you had: Two Super soldiers from the second world war, one of which has a metal arm, a Brainiac who makes metallic suits which can withstand a beating, and even made one for his friend, artificial intelligence made by the Brainiac, an assassin trained since birth, another assassin who never misses his shot, a man with mechanical wings a doctor who can turn into a giant green monster who can probably throw a plane when he gets pissed off, a twin pair of super enhanced twins which can move things with her mind and her brother who has super speed, and a literal God… oh, and you, a simple agent.

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What DID is and isn't

Dissociative identity disorder (and another catch-all dissociative disorder) are the only disorders that create systems/alters. Personality disorders/psychosis do not create systems/alters. “Multiple personality disorder” is incorrect and many will find it offensive, it’s not used anymore.

PTSD (more specifically, CPTSD) is required for DID. Everyone with DID has experienced repeated severe trauma before the age of about 8. Dissociation is a core component of DID. To be diagnosed with DID, two or more separate personality states (or alters) must periodically front (or be “in control”). These alters are formed through severe trauma and are generally made to protect the body in some way. Some of these alters are child alters, who are stuck in a state of severe childhood trauma- this is never acceptable to make fun of. The majority of people with DID will attempt suicide, largely due to poor education and help for the disorder. People with DID are no more likely to commit crimes than anyone else.

Actually, you have likely met people with DID before and not noticed. Dissociation is the primary symptom, not switching alters, and typically switches are done without great distinction and few signs.

Sybil is not good representation. Split is not good representation. If you have questions about DID, you are welcome to direct them here.

Split is offensive and is capitalizing off of child abuse and resorting to awful, outdated tropes to horrify an audience at the expense of an entire community. This is not okay. Do not support Split.

The BMC boy friends barista fanfic nobody asked for

Yep you heard right a fluffy boyf riends coffeeshop!AU which you can find on AO3 or under the cut!

Name: The way he looked like they were best friends    
Rating: General
Fandom: Be More Chill
Ship: Jeremy/Michael(boyf riends)
a college/coffeeshop/internet friends/no squip AU
Summary: Jeremy and Michael have been best friends since they met each other while playing a shitty game online.
Even though they have never met each other they tell each other everything, that includes meeting the cutest barista they have ever seen.

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there was a science teacher in my high school was was wacky and entertaining. on the first day of class, he had us watch a carl sagan video and i was half paying attention and out of the corner of my eye i saw people enter and leave the room. At one point, i looked around to see if the teacher was looking (so i could go on my phone) and i couldnt find him but then i saw something on the floor: the teacher was lying down, arm in the air, rotating his wrist. I just stared at him and looked around to see if anyone else noticed and like 3 people noticed me staring and looked down. One kid went “uh are you ok?” to which the teacher replied “yep just getting the blood going”. He apparently did that during lunch too as like exercise. 

Another time, i was sitting in one of the science classrooms and I had my legs crossed on the chair and moved them (still crossed) to rest on the edge of the table. It’s hard to describe but it’s a weird position and i’ve been asked multiple times if that’s comfortable (it is). The same teacher walked in and went (very bewildered) “wow you have.. very flexible hips”.

Chameleon [part 3]

Synopsis: [still in construction]
Requested: not at all
Pairing: Bucky×Reader
Warnings: none so far

Preview: Part 1; Part 2; Masterlist

A/N: A lovely reader contacted me last night to know if she could be part of my tag list. I didn’t have one but because of her, I thought maybe other people wanted to be tagged on the following chapters. So if you are interested in making part of my readers list, let me know. 


“Have you ever been in a fight?” Natasha tied her hair in a pony tale such thing she only did when training. Letting her hair down was her thing and everybody knew that.

“A couple of times.” you replied. “But I’ve been in several car chases, so don’t go start of thinking I’m a total inexperienced.” Natasha gave you a half smile because she knew you were being comic. It was the type of line she could imagine herself saying with the same tone you used but not everybody would get her humour. 

It was your first day at the gym with Natasha and you could consider yourself excited for what was to come. You had to admit that you were afraid of pissing her off with your lack of fighting skills. As you told Steve before, you were more of a strategist. Getting physical would be your last option in whatever situation. 

“Come on, show me what you can do.” agent Romanoff expected to see your best moves, total force and impact. She really wanted to have at least one reason to like you, to accept you. 

“What do you mean? You want me to just… like… go?” you had no more time to discuss your questions, next thing you saw was Natasha attacking you and you really did not want to get hit by her. 

You tried dodging her fists, but this woman could really take you down so easily. She was just giving you some beginners level of training and you already failed. She stopped her moves and watched as you panted with your back bent down and your hands on your knees. “What the hell?!”

You got up and Natasha waited so you could take a breath before she attacked you again. She was getting entertained, yes, but she wanted you to succeed and survive this first day like a real woman, like an avenger. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” again you came up with questions and so far this was being the longest dialogue you had since you got there. Natasha smiled. Your mind was only now questioning if tomorrow you would wake up to be alive or just have been gone to heaven after this training session. 

“Don’t be a chicken, Y/N. If you are here, if you are going to stay, there are things you must get through. This is just the beginning.” her crossed arms were now positioned as she would start round two, you got up quickly to your best posture and tried imitating her. “Ready?”

Hell no. You didn’t want to break your whole skeleton that morning but hey, you had a better plan. It would compromise the low profile you wanted to keep, but if you really wanted to blend in the group, to fit in as you had thought last night, you had to start making your moves. Sooner or later this would happen, right? Right. 

“Hell yeah.”

Natasha who was on the other side of the gym, took your last words as fuel to run towards you and do what she thought would be best, teach you how incredibly awesome were her moves and you had to at least learn one third of them until your first mission. 

But barely knew Natasha that you had other things in mind. Why learning them if you could only copy everything? Sounded weird if you wanted to say it out loud, but there was where your low profile got ruined and you used your mutant powers to copy Natasha’s DNA in mere seconds just before she threw her first punch and you dodged as if the real Natasha would do. 

“What the f-” she took a look on your face that looked just like her own. The perfect replica, better than any twin could ever look like the other. Agent Romanoff got interrupted by your grasp on her arms that made her spin around and get on her knees. She then found herself in the weirdest situation ever, having to fight against herself, it was’t Y/N anymore. 

Her legs swung to the sides dropping you in an amusing way to the floor. She got out of your grasp seeing an opportunity to go on top of you and just hold you down the way she knew you couldn’t get away. Well, at least she thought Y/N couldn’t get away. “What is that? What the hell is that, Y/N!?”

She screamed at you, she was completely confused so you decided to go back to your own skin, leaving Natasha’s DNA stored in your brain. The transformation was so fast and done kind of magically that under Natasha’s eyes, it was the most incredible thing she could have experienced. 

“Can you now let go of my arms?” you asked and so she did. She got up scared (or was it impressed?), and gave you a hand so you could get on your feet again. 

“So that… That’s what you have been hiding.” she concluded. 

“Well, it has only been a day and a few hours I got here. It isn’t the longest I kept a secrete. But yes, I did not want it to be used like that.” You said. You were pretty talkative today, it was unusual. Maybe it was happening because after so long, you had people around that you could have conversations with. 

“Tony must see this.” Natasha rushed to the door and you couldn’t let her go. 

“No! He can’t. Nobody can know about it now. Just for now…” she stopped to hear you. She wanted Tony to see what you were capable of even though it was scary and dangerous. “I guess I only showed you because we will get to spend some time here with you trying to kill me, while the only thing I have to defend myself is using other people’s skills.”

“Right.” Natasha swallowed your words still thinking about everything that just had happened. “But letting the others know about this” she pointed at you “will change things around here. They will see you as part of the team.”

“Nobody trusts a woman who can ‘change skin’. Don’t you see? They will never like having me around afraid of what I will turn into. Or what I’ll be doing in another skin.” you tried to show your point that was more than valid. Natasha understood. She looked at you, she watched your figure for silent seconds until she came up with something to say.

“Fine. But we need to talk about it. Your first mission is coming soon and we need to know what to do.” 

You nodded. Natasha had a half smile again, it was her best try of making you feel comfortable. She wanted you to trust her now that she knew about your powers, but there were still a lot of things she wanted to know about you. She knew it wouldn’t be easy because, just like herself, you had your past, your traumas, and your deepest secrets.


“How was the first day of training?” Asked Clint as you entered the living room where almost the entire team was gathered. 

“Not bad.” Answered Natasha glancing at you reminding you that she was being loyal to what you have asked her.

You didn’t know why you were there with them, and apparently there was no reason to be chilling in the living room. You remembered why Nick Fury selected you and brought you there and just by the thought of it, you shivered. Why could anyone just chill while there was a huge problem coming towards all of them sooner than they thought? But you, Y/N, thought twice and considered the next few hours your relaxing time. After all, you were tired and really wanted to just give your legs a little break. 

You didn’t know where to sit. So you looked around quickly and found a spot on the comfy couch. Right next to Bucky. You laughed to yourself hoping nobody noticed. How funny was it? He scared you, remember? But at the same time, the scary man was the first one to smile to you, and maybe the only one to give you another look that wasn’t judgmental. 

You walked over to the couch and sat without asking for permission. Nobody minded your movement around the room, but they seemed to be awaiting for something. Or someone. As you have noticed before, not all of them were present so you thought that maybe they were just expecting the others to join them. 

“How actually was your first day of training?” Bucky asked in a whisper not wanting anyone else to make part of this conversation. He saw the chance to talk to you so he took it. 

“I survived all Natasha’s attempts to kill me. I would say I did pretty good.” Your humour wasn’t hilarious, you knew already. But the choice of words and tone was what made Natasha slightly like you and unconsciously you tried to do the same with the soldier. 

He laughed came from his nose. Maybe he also liked your comic side. Maybe. You took the chance to look at him from closer, it was awesome. He went from super villain to a superhero in such short time. You certainly could go from mutant girl to superhero just like he did. That was what Nick believed. Professor Xavier too, you thought.

”What are we doing here?” You asked trying to understand the purpose of being in that room.

“We’re waiting for Steve and Tony.” He said not actually answering your question. 

“Tony doesn’t like me.” But neither did Sam. Bucky had his attention fixed on your face. He watched you frown with the affirmation. 

Tony didn’t like anybody at first sight. He always had the worst impressions of the people until you proved him wrong. But Bucky couldn’t give you any advise since his history with Stark was much more delicate than yours. You knew everything about this drama, part came from the media that couldn’t stop talking about Bucky and his past, and other information came from what you heard at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. 

Tony and Steve finally showed up in the living room and their presence made you pay attention to what was to come. You were curious to know what all of you were there for. It was when Steve held up a dvd case and from afar your couldn’t recognize the cover.

“We’re watching The Great Gatsby.”


A/N: This ending! I kinda hate it but I can also imagine Steve Rogers being all excited to watch a movie.

About Y/N’s powers, guys, you will more details soon. Don’t give up on me! 

Tell me what do you think about Y/N’s superpowers, and what do you think is going to happen from now on. There is still a lot to come. 

-Pearl Writer

Next: Part 4

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I know that Amami and Ouma didn’t interact at all, but have you guys noticed something very curious about these two?

I mean, during the game, they hardly talked to each other, but Kokichi keeps showing some interest about Rantaro after his death, mostly because he believes he was connected to the mastermind somehow (and that’s why he agrees to revive him and only him in the third chapter, when Angie makes the wax statues and the group decides to set a ritual to revive one of their dead friends, maybe that’s why he also keeps his wax doll in his room), not to mention that there’s a huge amount of parallels and coincidences between them.

  • Rantaro is the first victim. Kokichi is the last one.
  • Their deaths were caused indirectly by other people. Amami was killed by Shirogane after Kaede’s trap failed to kill the mastermind. He let his guard down and she took the chance to kill him and get away with the murder until the end. Ouma, meanwhile, was fatally injured by Maki, who shot a poisoned arrow on his back in order to save Kaito. While Ouma takes the antidote, he later agrees to die in order to set up a murder scene to fuck over the mastermind having Kaito to kill him with a hydraulic press, flattening his body beyond recognition (Momota mostly agrees because he doesn’t want Maki to be the blackened).If it weren’t for Ouma’s plan to create the perfect murder and killing himself, Maki would’ve been the responsible of his death, but Kaito was executed instead because he was the one to “give him the coup de grace” (To sum it up, their deaths were caused by other people other than the ones who were executed. While Kokichi preferred to die instead of Kaito, if he died mid execution, Maki was his real killer)
  • Both had their own plans to discover the mastermind. Rantaro went by himself to the library to stop the killing game, which was what had him killed. Kokichi, who knew more than everyone else, used Amami’s death as some kind of example for him and decided to do his own research and investigations in secret without telling anyone else (just like Amami did), he gathered clues from every case, analyzed all the murders by himself… if you check his room you’ll notice that that kid must’ve spent sleepless nights investigating EVERYTHING by himself with no rest, to the point of devising a perfect murder to confuse the mastermind. Kokichi didn’t want to be targetted by the MM just like Amami did, so he pulled ruse after ruse in order to confuse them, had everyone hating him and thinking he was the mastermind and pretended to enjoy the killing game so the real mastermind wouldn’t suspect him just like they did with Amami. 
  • Kaede and Kaito, both culprits in the first and last cases, were very very close to Shuichi and helped him to develop better as a character. Kaede was the first person he met and got attached to, always worrying for her and being by her side. She’d also try to make him feel better about himself, showering him in compliments and always telling him that she trusted him. After her death, Kaito is the one who takes this role, encouraging him with his words and actions just like Kaede did, but in his own special way. Note that Shuichi is incredibly devastated when both are found guilty and die, but he keeps them both in his memory because they both were the most important people in the game for him.
  • Meanwhile, Amami and Ouma are the ones who give Saihara the most “headaches” through the game. Even if Amami is dead, he still is a mystery for everyone, and Saihara is curious about his story, his past, his talent and everything that surrounds him. Meanwhile, Ouma, the little liar, is always there to give Saihara-chan a headache with his attitude but always helping him indirectly by throwing a lot of important clues at him to solve the cases. In his FTE with Saihara, not only does Ouma foreshadow almost the entire story, but at the same time, he becomes a living riddle before his eyes. In Saihara’s eyes, Ouma is as mysterious as Amami, and even through he can be annoying and all at times, I think Saihara is deeply interested in him much like he is with Amami.
  • Their research rooms are the last ones to open. You see, every character managed to access their own research rooms while still alive. However, Ouma and Amami’s were opened after they died, in chapter 6 (Amami died in chapter 1 and Ouma in chapter 5). Interestingly, both rooms have stuff that helps Saihara and the rest through the last trial. Kokochi’s research room had that book filled with pictures from the first danganronpa game (idk if there were pictures of sdr2) and Amami’s… well, it practically hinted his talent and had the video he recorded for himself where he basically reveals his talent and a lot of stuff about the killing game.
  • Their motives and all anyways remain a mystery to the living cast because Tsumugi doesn’t clarify some things about them at the end (correct me if I’m wrong) and spends the whole time talking… welp, about everything y’all saw in the last trial. Fiction, fiction, etc.
  • Both were characters that knew more than anybody else. Rantaro’s profile describes him as someone who “acted as though he knew more than the rest”, Ouma seemingly recovered his memories and directly talked about an “audience” at the end of chapter three claiming that there were people watching or something. Both kept what they knew for themselves and died without telling the rest about what they knew. Yeah, Amami had his video, but it’d have been nice if he had told the rest the truth with his own words.
  • Their plans were ruined by their own “killers”. Ouma’s plan to behave like the mastermind and all was ruined when Kaito decided to poison him to interrogate him and then Maki arrived him and shot him again which indirectly caused his death (he then chose to die as a last resource, because he was dying and there was nothing else to do). Amami’s plan was ruined when Kaede set that trap, got distracted and Tsumugi took the chance to end him with the metal ball. 
  • It might not be relevant but their color palette is complementary and both wear chain-like accessories on the right side of their shirts.

This makes me think that, had Amami lived, Ouma’s character would be extremely different. Ouma ended up being ridiculously intrigued by Amami’s backstory and motives that he agreed to carry a spiritual ritual to summon his spirit and kept the wax doll of him that Angie made before she was murdered. He was most likely tried to do the ritual by himself and summon his soul to ask him stuff or something to do his own research. If only he had lived enough to watch Amami’s video…

So, to sum it up, it’s just… amazing how they parallel each other, and it’s quite upsetting that both died without enough interaction, but I’m now seeing the point of their lack of interactions and Amami’s sudden death.

turn 4.02 thoughts

— I can’t believe one of the only genuine moments of friendship we’ve seen between women in this series is Anna and Martha Washington admiring a spork

— I forgot to mention this in my 4.01 post, but did anyone else notice Arnold mispronouncing Robert’s name as “Townsley”? It wasn’t as funny as Andre calling Hewlett “Edward,” but I like this little running characterization gag of showing how these snooty-boots underestimate the people around them.

— SIMCOE HAS A SEX LIFE AND I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE NOTION.

— Caleb sassing Arnold has made my night. Like, Turn has let me down many a time, but almost NEVER via Caleb Brewster, who is perfect and good.

— I’m so delighted to have more of Martha Washington, and to be able to see the couple in this domestic, vulnerable, relaxed state … but I’m also cracking up that they brought back their thing about Spanish fly.

— GEORGE WASHINGTON AND THE OAK PANELING. THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS THAN YOUR #AESTHETIC, GEORGE.

— Well, way to go, Caleb. It’s not often that he’s the one in the Ring who really slips up, but I think that little laugh was an in-character slip — in keeping with Caleb’s bravado — and in a way I’m actually very relieved and gratified that Simcoe FINALLY knows whom he’s really after. It’s the final season, so they gotta get that final conflict going, and Simcoe knowing that Abe is Culper is part of that. It does mean that Hewlett’s own knowledge of Abe is less likely to come into play, as he no longer has exclusive possession of that info, but that’s a separate topic. 

— I love this random Setauket guy being like, “Abe Woodhull? Fuck yes I’ve been dying to punch that guy, let’s go”

— As I mentioned in a separate post, I’ve been told by a couple people that Simcoe’s backstory was actually originally included, in a very similar manner, in season 1. I’ll have to check my DVD for that to verify, but although not a historically accurate backstory, it’s an interesting one. I’m glad that we’ve been given it eventually, but honestly, I would rather have been given it in season 1 as was apparently originally planned. It has long been a point of discussion in the fandom that Simcoe’s motivations, and his reasons for being so zealous and brutal, have always been unclear. It would have done a great deal to help us understand his brutality if we’d known this from the beginning.

— Also, though, is it TERRIBLE that after the initial concern passed, all I could think was that now Caleb’s nice furry man chest is gonna have a big broad horizontal stripe where nothing grows

— THAT SCENE IN THE PREVIEW IS THE HEWLETT SCENE FUCK YESS!!!!!!!

Did anyone else ever notice how truly WTF some of the promos for supernatural have been? Like you look at them and think “just what the everloving HELL are they trying to say here??” 

Take for example the very first season’s extended promo that aired in the UK. Known by many Padalecki enthusiasts as the boner promo for Jared’s obvious… uh… enthusiasm about the proceedings, it starts out with the standard Supernatural set up: the boys chilling in a generic abandoned house. Right from the opening shot, it looks like they maybe just had a fight. Perhaps they were playing an intense game of gay chicken that went a step too far and got confusing: 

Then out of nowhere, Sam gets groped by a ghost:

See what I mean? ENTHUSIASTIC. Dean is presumably still hanging out over by the wall on the other side of the room divider watching. It’s not voyeuristic or weird for one brother to watch another get felt up by a spirit, is it? Nah. But then she disappears abruptly and after some mutual sexy glowering, Dean heads in Sam’s direction perhaps to help him curb that enthusiasm:

No idea what the network was trying to say here but I LIKE IT VERY MUCH. 

Then you have season 6 promo photo shoot. Once again, it features brothers smoldering in a filthy flophouse.  

Sam’s knowing little smirk. The way he’s sitting with his legs spread wide. The fact that they have their hands resting right around the crotchal region in almost every picture. The prominently featured mattress. Really, CW? REALLY??

And finally just to prove they are still capable of providing us with wonderful confusingly sexual promos, we have season 12′s sizzle reel. 

Because why not make sexy eyes at your brother while pulling out your -ahem- sword? And if he reciprocates by whipping his own (larger) sword out, the least you can do is express how impressed you are, right?

Of course. It would be rude not to. One can only assume that they’re sauntering off for further phallic comparisons at the end there. 

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I was just reading your stage play cast top 5 and was wondering if anyone else noticed this because I NEVER see anyone talking about it... but stage play Noya is not short? Like he just stands with his legs really far apart and knees bent to look shorter than everyone else? And his performance as Noya is spot on but it sort of makes me laugh every time I see or think about it. I guess if that's the only sort of criticism I have on casting, they did a damn good job lol

OMG I’VE NEVER NOTICED IT BUT YOU’RE SO RIGHT MY BEAN HE DOES THAT! He is shorter that most of them, but still…not that short! 

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Sunday 2nd April, 2017.

This was by far the funniest, most enjoyable performance I’ve seen. I actually laughed more than I cried which is a first! There were a lot of young kids in the audience today who were so enthusiastically honest and loud with their reactions and the cast just seemed to feed off that energy. I loved it. It meant I pretty much made notes on everything though. Well, I say that. This is really 80% Scorpius and Albus, and 20% Draco and me crying over how much I don’t want Alex to leave. You have been warned.

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I pissed off a regular older man that I don't like so I hope to God he never comes through my line again. What I did? I didn't put his two sacks in his cart. Even after he demanded I do it while pointing at where to put them. instead started on the next order behind him even with him in their way because I had 7 people in my line. I nearly asked him if his arms were broken. He eventually dumped them into his cart, and idk if anyone else has noticed this, angry people run out of the store?