malevolent thoughts

The Dawn of a New Era

Did this scene in 12x01

remind anyone else of this scene in 11x11?

Because I can’t help but draw parallels between them.

in 11x11 Mildred told Dean that the secret to a long life was to follow your heart. In her case, that meant travelling the world. She asked him when was the last time he watched a sunset without waiting for something to go bump in the night?

In 12x01 Dean watched the sunrise instead, this time with his mother by his side. He provided her comfort and they briefly spoke about the death of John and the hunting life. But I just had to point out the symbolism of this scene.

Throughout last season and the few seasons before it, the themes had been dark, the black eyes of a demon, the mark of cain and ultimately the control of the darkness. In the scene in 11x11, whilst waiting for the sun to set so they can kill a monster that only comes out at night Dean contemplates the secret to a happy life. But at that point, his life is shrouded in darkness (excuse the pun) and there doesn’t seem to be any hope.

Now, season 12 has begun with a sunrise. For Dean, the darkness is over (I’m sorry again about the pun) and he has the one person back whose love he has craved his entire life. They speak about the death of his father. Now, as the sun rises on a new day for Dean, perhaps he can finally put his fathers orders and brainwashing behind him and focus on his mothers love instead. For once, there is hope for Dean. 

He wondered about following his heart as he watched the sun go down. Now, the sun is rising, and perhaps Dean can actually take Mildred’s advice? He has his mother back, he no longer has to play that role, he can begin to break down the ‘daddy’s little soldier’ image that he has been lumbered with his whole life and start taking something back for him. 

In my 12x01 review, I ended it saying how this was a brave new world for Supernatural that Dabb was leading us toward. I think this sunrise was symbolic of that, and with the parallels to 11x11 what else could we interpret from this message? Other than Dean finally getting the chance to follow his heart? 

purpletechtyrtle replied to your post “(Ok so after finally seeing the after TDAS video for Mike and Zoey, I…”

// makes no sense, mostly if you think about it that he didn´t want to push the button - the tower is still a stupid idea - couldn´t they had just talked about what they’re doing with the money? So few ideas Mike or Zoey has.

(The button being used to get rid of the alters is the problem. If it was revealed that pushing the button would just to get rid of the tower -along with giving them a countdown to leave- thus taking away the reason why Mal had complete control -as with it gone Mike was more easily able to bring Mal back into his mind- I don’t think the reaction would of been as bad as it was.

But yeah, you are right that it makes no sense since as you said Mike didn’t want to push it cause he didn’t want to lose them. He was now attached to them, had grown to respect and accept them. To him, losing them was like losing Zoey and Cameron. It was something he didn’t want so again having no care over not having them anymore doesn’t match up with that scene.

And I agree that they should of had Mike and Zoey talk about what they wanted to do with the money or even reflect on their overall experience on the show or talk about what they want to do next, give us some idea on what the next chapter in their lives will be but they didn’t do that and it’s sad that their rush to get these videos out made them miss out on a golden opportunity.)

anonymous asked:

I love your Sith in plain sight au!! What happens next? do Padme Anakin and Obi-Wan begin to plot out Palpatine's death together? Do they have a few close calls with the Council/clones when they try to have to alone time together?I'm happy with anything you give us!!!

Obi-Wan set the rules clear from the get go.

Nothing was to happen in the temple.

Anakin was not to touch him in the temple in an overly familiar way or speak to him in an overly familiar way, nothing that would suggest a deepening of their relationship.

And that was…hard.

Especially when Vos or someone flirted with him.

Because damn it, Anakin was a jealous man.

Of course it made him feel better when Obi-Wan would docilely follow him out of the temple and once they were alone, pounced on Anakin like a ravenous mountain lion. Force the amount of dark alley blow jobs…

“Do you have ANY idea what it feels like in our bond when you glare at them?” Obi-Wan hissed into Anakin’s neck, hand in the others hair, clenching lightly as he nipped and sucked a trail of hickies. “Knowing its because you want me, all for yourself?” The lithe body shuddered against him before Obi-Wan dropped to his knees, hands at the laces of the leggings.

‘Force if anyone knew how hot Obi-Wan burned…’ Anakin moaned, dropping the back of his head against the alley wall. ‘No one would believe me…oh FORCE!’

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Glancing between the two Jedi, Rex blinked a bit.

He had been sure…

But both looked put together, Kenobi focusing directly at him and Skywalker doing something weird with a droid head in his lap, tinkering.

“The report Rex?” Kenobi questioned carefully, smiling at him.

“Oh, yes sir, I was just…” He trailed off again, blinking at Kenobi.

Was that…

“Rex?”

Skywalker was looking at him too but Rex couldn’t look away from the bruising on Kenobi’s neck.

Was that a…hicky?

“Rex!”

()()()

Something has changed.

Everyone knows it but can’t pinpoint it.

There’s a charge of something in the air, itching its way through the entire galaxy as if something has been turned on its head.

And Obi-Wan can’t do anything but hide the smile itching along his lips as the rest of the council debates what this change may be.

‘Well at least its not malevolent.’ He thought as Plo argued that whatever it was seemed to be beneficial to the Jedi Order and the light even if the basis of it seemed dark.

He shifted a bit, a tell tale soreness on his hipbone reminding him of Padme pushing him to the sheets, her grasp surprisingly strong for such deceptively slender and graceful hands. Thumbs digging into his hipbones, her clever eyes staring up at him with seductive charm.

Anakin strong against his back, arms wrapped around him to trap Obi-Wan’s to his sides, leaving him unable to do anything but squirm for them.

‘Honestly, we need to focus on planning.’ He thought to himself as he shifted a bit in his chair, responding to his own memories.

“Councilor Kenobi? Do you have anything to add?” Obi-Wan looked up, meeting Mace eyes as the Korun stared him down.

‘Seeing more shatterpoints Mace?’ He wondered before sitting up and stretching ever so slightly. “I don’t see why. This has happened and there is nothing we can do to change it until we learn more information. The Order can do nothing as of now with the little we have.” He looked around, his voice mild. A negotiator double gilded tongue and slick words with double meaning, it was useful even in the temple.

There were some soft words exchanged but Obi-Wan was right.

They knew nothing concrete now.

‘They’ll learn soon enough…as soon as Padme and Anakin can focus that is.’ Obi-Wan thought in amusement.

He glanced towards the Senate dome and only years of control kept his anger and anticipation masked.

‘Soon.’ He thought.

(Ok so after finally seeing the after TDAS video for Mike and Zoey, I have to say I’m a bit disappointed by it. Though I’m happy to see how they’re doing -though wondering why they’re still on the house and why Gwen wasn’t with them while Cameron was- and that they’re clearly still together. The way Mike said that he might not miss his personalities seemed bit out of character.

There’s evidence via Mike’s audition tape and a few other moments in ROTI that Mike had at least some respect and care for his personalities. After he got control that was shown more with them making a home inside his mind and allowing Manitoba to come out for a challenge -and trying to bring out Svetlana for another-. Then when he’s trapped in his mind he frees the personalities from Mal’s punishments and works with them to get to Mal’s tower.

After that is the scene where Svetlana comes to Mike’s defense which he shows to appreciate. Lastly is the final scene between them in the finale. Now I am not fond of the reset button but the moment between Mike and his personalities before they press it is a very sweet one as it showcases just how much they all have come to see each other as a family. It’s THE defining character moment for them and that bonus scene makes all of it seem like it never happened, that Mike had zero care for them and that his feelings he had for them were all a lie. I’m sorry but I can’t and never will accept that.)

so @bleuczerny had this amazing pynch au where adam is dubbed as “dr. pretty” and ronan is his new patient. he comes in with injuries that start out real, but get increasingly more ridiculous with every visit. (thank you for letting me write this!)


The most interesting of stories seem to always begin with Ronan Lynch.

When he was five, and his father had denied him access to his mother’s ever famous Irish beef stew, he made it his mission to be the first to taste it under any given circumstance. No more than twenty minutes into that mission, the pressure cooker exploded, the kitchen was a mess, and both his parents found him sitting in a puddle of stew looking absolutely betrayed. He may or may not have cried at the loss. 

When he was eighteen, he took his school’s “buddy” program hosted by the local orphanage a bit too far by accidentally adopting his buddy, Opal. A legal adult by then, the school could do nothing about it, and she had been living with him ever since. 

And now, at the ripe age of twenty eight, he was being hauled into the hospital by his best friend due to him having gone through the most embarrassing fight in his life. Being Ronan, though, he had a knack for making anything sound badass, along with being blessed with the gift of threatening persuasion, so surely this wouldn’t be too much of a problem to brush off. 

Until it was. 

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so ive been putting some thought into malevolence and trying to make more sense of it bcus lbr its a little muddled in the game. for me i think that it’s something everyone is capable of and traces of it reside in everyone, amplified by negative emotions more than anything, but what causes it to reach a dangerous point is inner conflict. when someone is overwhelmed by their emotions is when malevolence begins to take over and turn them into hellions. people who don’t have as much of that internal conflict don’t produce as much or any malevolence, something we were shown with several people who did bad things, but were so certain of their ideals they were corrupted.

it’s why sorey having an answer he could stick with was so important, bcus if he began to waver and doubt himself malevolence could have a chance to take hold. rose has also been steadfast and very sure of herself and what she feels she has to do despite the grizzly nature of it which keeps malevolence at bay.

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Sebastian when he gets jealous

Pale moonlight illuminated through the night forest’s leafs creating varius shapes on the grass. The sky was clear, stars shining on its dark surface, refreshing air cooling your redden cheeks and even the thought of all those dangerous animals hidden behind the trees couldn’t scare you right now. The scenery may seemed unpleasing but it was perfect place and time to share a walk with your friend in case to take a break from chatting, drinking and eating on the charity gala you were both invited. Wandering on the narrow path you weren’t talking, simply enjoying the moment of peace and silence interrupted only by the sound of the grasshoppers, resting your minds as much as you could before coming back to the crowded hall.

You, as well as your friend weren’t aware of the third person’s presence near to you.

Sebastian didn’t even have to hide himself. Standing in the shadow, avoiding moonlight he was practically invisible for your weak, human eyes. Dressed all in black he seemed like a flowing shadow, noiselessly looming by your side.

After all, he was the darkness.

And the darkness dwelled in his dead heart once again when he was observing you, choosing company of some mere human instead of him.

The demon rushed deeper into the forest, feeling his rage growing with every second, malevolent thoughts appearing in his mind. He knew his eyes changed, slit pupils allowing him to see even more clearly than before where no alive being could escape his sight. Passing old, gloomy trees he could sense every motion in the grass, every move of the air caused by moth’s wings, every inaudiable bat’s screech. Taking off his gloves he stopped by the nearby tree, placing his hands on its rough bark trying to ignore sudden growth of his long, sharp nails capable to chop off human’s head with a single move. His brain pulsed painfully, mind unable to endure all of the impulses from the surroundings.

He was perfect, he knew it. Not without the reason he had choosen that form of body, but to suit human canons of beauty, to become to they liking, gain their trust. And now, you preffered somebody else, another man whose flaws he couldn’t even count. How was that even possible?

Sebastian rested his forehead on the tree’s bark and closed his eyes calming himself. Not only he was tired of his aweken inhumanly sensitive senses but he didn’t want you to see him in that condition. He knew there was no way he could hurt you, even right now but it didn’t mean your friend was completely safe.

He was a demon, possessive and vicious creature.

Taking a deep breath he decided to not to follow you anymore. It would be better for everyone, plus he may be needed in the mansion to serve the guests. Turning around, the butler scratched the trunk with his demon claws, leaving deep furrows on its surface and then headed to the building, vile smile plastered on his pale face.

You, wandering only about five yards away from the demon, suddenly stopped, catching your friend’s arm and staring into dark forest with fearful eyes. The sound you just heard seemed like some wild and probably hungry animal was sharpening his claws on the trees.

“We should come back,” you suggested and when your friend, agreeing with you started leading you to the mansion, you still couldn’t stop looking at the forest, perfectly aware of what kind of an animal could cause a sound like this.

My super macabre AU interpretation of what happened to Sam the Drummer. Because my first introduction to SPG was through aishaneko’s powerpoint in which they said he “ascended reality and became a robot,” that was what I thought of when this prompt was posed. I wanted to do something with Sam turning into Hatchworth, but then I watched the remake of The Thing and it…went in that direction. 8D I incorporated bits of Crosshatch because I thought the malevolent part of him would be likely to initiate a Thing-like merge.

The Tunnel, Part 1

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“Come oooooon Dipper! Watermania awaits!”

Mabel’s pleading cry echoes up the hallway, and for at least the third time in the last five minutes Dipper looks down at his two-sizes-too-small, faded mustard-colored swim trunks, looks up at his reflection in the mirror, and sighs. She’s been anxious to go to the park for weeks now, and now he seriously regrets not tagging along with her last weekend when she tried to get him to tag along on a “Watermania shopapalooza” at the mall.

The contents of the trunks’ pockets lay emptied across the desk: Skipping rocks, a worn calculator, and of course a trio of chewed-on pencil nubs. His eyes are caught by a paper-mache book next to the pencils, the size of a matchbox. He smiles; It’s a tiny replica of Journal 3, the little number smudged from age and mushing up against his hands and the other pocket contents. Was it really two-no, three summers ago when they were last over there?

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My...Lady?

Part 1

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Ladynoir, Adrinette

Words: 3,134

Description: (What can I say without spoilers?) After Ladybug is by a stray arrow in battle she is affected by the akuma’s power. It throws both Chat Noir, the normally suave hero, and his civilian self into a painful situation of scorn and longing. Watch was this hero comes over his fear of disappointing his lady (and not living up to his sexuality standard). Okay so spoilers.

Notes: Forgive me fandom for I HAVE SINNED.


Chat watched in horror as the arrow flew through the air, straight for his Lady. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as he launched himself forward, his feet moving below him long before his voice had even thought of leaving his throat.

He felt every muscle in his legs propelling him, the earth seeming to work for him as he virtually shot over to her. But, for once, he wasn’t fast enough.

He saw the point at which it struck her sternum. He saw the way it dissolved into the dark energy as the akuma’s power took hold of her. He saw the way her eyes rolled back into her head as her body was covered in a black cloak.

He felt the shock wave that knocked him back as she was transformed.

He closed his eyes against the burst, his heart racing and his breath coming short. Don’t cry, he chided himself. Just, see what the damage is, then react.

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The Harrisville Haunting (The Conjuring)

In 1970, the Perron family, comprised of Mr. and Mrs. Perron and 5 daughters, moved into an old farmhouse in Harrisville Rhode Island. The house was a dream come true for the family, until things started becoming strange. The eldest of the Perron daughters, Andrea Perron, has reported that on the family’s very first day in the home a full-bodied apparition was visible to all of the children. Their experiences at the home would later be told through Andrea Perron’s Book series House of Darkness, House of Light, and through the movie The Conjuring (2013).

There were good spirits in the home. One kissed the girls before they fell asleep each night, another smelled of fragrant flowers. One spirit of a little boy played with their toys and grew attached to the youngest daughter. Unfortunately, there were also bad spirits in the home. They would physically torment the girls, pulling their hair and pushing them down at times. One entity repeatedly told one of the children “there are seven dead soldiers buried in the wall”. Of all the spirits in the home, there is only one that the family is reluctant to talk about. In Andrea Perron’s book she alluded to the fact that a male entity may have molested the girls in the house.

In the movie, The Conjuring, an emphasis was placed on the presence of a spirit named Bathsheba. While there was a woman who lived in the house in the early 1800′s named Bathsheba Thayer, the Perrons claim that her spirit acted out because of the way she was mistreated in life (she was accused of killing a child who died in her care). Bathsheba targeted Mrs. Perron, supposedly because she lusted after Mr. Perron. Another malevolent female presence was thought to be the spirit of Mrs. Arnold who hung herself in the barn at the age of 93 in the 1700′s. The family claims to have seen the horrific apparition of Mrs. Arnold and Andrea Perron has said that the image of her was considered too gruesome to portray in the film.

Though the Perron family no longer resides in the house, it still stands today.

VEGAN NOG

ALRIGHT MY BRIGHT-EYED FIENDS OF VICTORY, BARE YOUR FANGS IN PREPARATION FOR A DELICIOUS TWIST ON THE GREATEST SEASONAL DRINK MANKIND HAS EVER SEEN. 

BECAUSE EVEN VEGANS NEED THE NOG! 

MAKE SURE YOUR DRAGON-STEED CAN HANDLE MACH-4, BECAUSE YOU GOTTA GO FAST IF YOU WANT TO SNATCH 1 TEASPOON OF VANILLA PUDDING POWDER FROM YOUR LOCAL GROCER. YES THERE ARE VEGAN VERSIONS. 

CACKLE YOUR DELIGHT OVER THE NEWEST TOLKIEN MOVIE WHILE YOU VIOLENTLY WHIP 1 CUP OF COCONUT MILK WITH 2 TABLESPOONS OF POWDERED SUGAR TO MAKE SOME BADASS VEGAN WHIPPED “CREAM”

TOSS IN 1 AND A HALF TEASPOONS OF VANILLA EXTRACT THAT YOU SQUEEZED FROM THE BEANS WITH YOUR FUCKING TEETH.

SNARL YOUR DOMINANCE OVER THE SPICE CABINET, AND WATCH ¼ TEASPOON OF NUTMEG AND ¼ TEASPOON OF POWDERED CINNAMON LEAP INTO THE BOWL. 

FLICK A PINCH OF SALT IN THERE - JUST IN CASE ANY MALEVOLENT SPIRITS THOUGHT THEY COULD SNEAK INTO YOUR PERFECT FACE THROUGH THIS DELICIOUS CONCOCTION

SET ASIDE SOME TIME TO WEEP USELESSLY OVER A CERTAIN CHARACTER FROM BH6. 

SCAMPER TO THE NEAREST INTERCONTINENTAL PORTAL, TO GATHER UP THE DELIGHTFUL LITTLE SOY COWS, TO HARVEST 4 CUPS OF SOY MILK. (Beware their horns)

TO MAKE EVERYTHING A PERFECT CONSISTENCY, POUR IT ALL INTO A BLENDER OR FOOD PROCESSOR, AND WHIP THAT UP UNTIL THERE’S A GOOD HEAD OF FROTH. 

CROW VICTORY, AND FLICK YOUR GLORIOUSLY COLORED LOCKS IN A MANNER THAT SHOWS YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW BOSS YOU ARE. DRINK. MAKE MERRY, THEN TAKE SELFIES WHILE I COVER MY FACE AND BLUSH STUPIDLY OVER HOW CUTE YOU ARE. 

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if it is whitewashing per se.. I think it was done as part of the design to make his tattoos stand out more. Although I think they should have done it in reverse and made the details darker instead of keep the details as color and lighten his skin.

I’m really frustrated by the response to this, and I feel too white to be having a discussion of what is and isn’t whitewashing, like maybe I’m gonna step where I don’t belong, but also…I just think this is so clearly whitewashing?

He’s whiter than one of the whitest men in the MCU, come on.

And given that Jason Momoa has talked about the fact that “there’s not too many brown superheroes” and he’s looking forward to “representing the Polynesians, the natives,” I think it’s something that we have to accept matters. Jason Momoa’s brown skin and Polynesian heritage matter (if nothing else, it matters to him), and when that’s erased from depictions of his Aquaman, that’s a problem.

Does Funko obviously work from a very limited palette of skintones? Yes. (That’s a problem they need to address, btw, a symptom of the larger problem here and not an excuse.) Were they thinking about making the detail of his tattoos stand out? I dunno, but very probably?

But the problem is the end result.

“Whitewashing” doesn’t mean making someone’s skin lighter with malevolent, thoughtful, racist intent. It means making someone’s skin lighter than it should be. The fact that it can be so easily done and so easily explained away (by white folks, anyways) is indicative of structural racism and colorism, of colorblind racism that fails to understand why brown superheroes matter, and of (mostly) white folks failing to understand why erasing brownness and blackness and color is a problem.

When people do it in art or in making figures like this, it’s usually about something design-y, or not thinking about how the end result would come out, or something that generally makes sense to them. It’s not about some person having evil in their heart and setting out to do something terrible, it’s about a system that favors lighter skintones in art (because it looks “better,” because the tattoos will stand out, because we can see more detail). Because artists are raised in the same culture as the rest of us, where this is all in the air, and where it’s easier to throw out those excuses than just do better at representing people.

But those reasons are all based in structural racism, and the excuses are all based on structural racism, and when we get official representations of people of color that are whitewashed, it helps feed into our larger cultural narratives that prize lighter skin as more attractive/better/etc. And a company like Funko, where there are presumably a lot of people who have a chance to veto a design, absolutely has no excuse for not catching something like this. 

tl;dr: Still whitewashing.

(Can someone tell me if I’m sticking my fucking foot in my mouth here, please?)

By the Light of the Full Moon (SFW)

AN: I thought it’d be all right to spend time on a Laura-Carmilla ‘Carmilla’ one-shot tonight. So I did. Very quick, haven’t edited. Will be back in the morning to edit this one.

“So, full moon tonight.”

Carmilla looks at Laura pointedly from her seat by the window, “indeed.”

“Doing anything?” Laura attempts, clicking away at nothing on the computer and fingering her Tardis mug absentmindedly.

“That’s a rather discriminatory stereotype you have of vampires, cupcake,” Carmilla languidly unfolds herself from the window’s ledge and slips onto her bed soundlessly; Laura doesn’t even hear or turn to watch, “we don’t all lose our minds during full moons, you know. A few of us retain a semblance of self-control regarding general behaviour.”

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Something Unlikely.

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She hadn’t liked the way the men were leering at her from across the cafe while she was just trying to enjoy her late dinner. Oh, they probably thought their malevolent glances were stealthy and mostly unnoticed, but they were wrong. She ended up sort of stuffing down the rest of her meal, feeling too uncomfortable to remain, before slipping out of the cafe.

Once out the door, Emmreth slipped into the alleyway right beside the cafe in hopes of getting as far away from the cafe as soon as possible. But, God, was that a mistake. One which she would go on to not be entirely sure she would live to regret.

“Here, doggy, doggy…” one of those men jeered from behind her.

She stopped and turned around when he did, shocked at the fact they seemed to know what she was. This was her second mistake. Before she knew it, they trapped her against a wall, mocking and making fun of her. But it did not take long at all for the insulting comments to turn into the blows to the rib and the face. In moments, she was knocked the ground, the wind knocked out of her. This prevented her from screaming for help. Mostly, she could only cry out and grunt in pain, her arms coming up to at least protect her face and head as they kicked and punched anything else they could reach.