mr bitter

I should really stop getting so personally offended when tv shows/films feature the Overly-Posh-English-Villain™ 

Dammit I am starting to like Mr. Ketch though, if only for the fact that he’s not pretending to be anything other than what he is - a killer, a grunt who follows orders and gets the job done. There’s something tragic about villains who truly believe they’re doing the right thing, but I do also love the twisted nature of villains who fully accept themselves as who they are, and Ketch doesn’t seem the type to adhere to a cause.

There was another post I’ve just read talking about taking on guilt, Mary’s role in Wally’s death, her and Dean feeling guilt over cas nearly dying etc and Ketch makes a really nice opposition to Dean in this regard. He’s even almost like demon!Dean - any remorse or guilt at causing pain to others or killing others just slips away. 

Dean sees it in Ketch and is appalled, despite on multiple occasions having committed such acts himself. When he goes out with Ketch, I wonder if it crosses Dean’s mind at any point that they are in fact similar, and seeing Ketch’s capabilities is reminding Dean how he too has been to such lengths. And what Dean is capable of has always horrified him - the guilt in this case has kept him human, even if it has driven him mad. (Suddenly reminded of that convo I was having about Michael and why he would create a weapon designed to torture, though we probably won’t hear another word about Michael in the show). When Ketch plans to torture the vampire in front of him, Dean stops Ketch, but when Ketch carries Pierce away at the end of the episode he simply swallows and remains silent. He does not feel that this is good.

The shot at the end of the episode with the Impala standing opposite to Mr. Ketch’s bike also reminds me of Jensen’s idea about Dean riding away on a bike by himself at the end of the series. Not that I think this is necessarily going to happen, it just offers a really nice visual metaphor of Dean standing with his family next to the car that represents his family, his soul, whilst opposite is the lone bike. The prospect of freedom, no ties, no guilt. *Note the Impala is also half in and half out of the warehouse, another visual tie to the Winchester’s current relationship with the BMoL. Maybe it’s gonna be more a case of which Winchester will take the bike…

Side note: What does Mr. Ketch plan on doing when all the monsters are wiped out and there’s no one left to kill? Since this seems to be his one motive at the moment…?


Reign Meme: [1/8] costumes 

Monsieur Le Dauphin François II de France in “Pilot”


The daughter's burden

Batfam X reader
Description: reader is Bruce’s actual daughter and doesn’t know about the “night jobs” that the family has. Requested.
A/n: this can end 2 ways. Really bad or really good. We’ll see. Sorry it’s long

Y/n L/n, the true daughter of Bruce Wayne. The media was having a field day when they realized that he actually had another kid. Your mom had recently died of cancer and you had never known your father. You had found a letter from her explaining your parentage and when you showed it to the woman in charge of your foster home, she had insisted on a DNA test. The results were positive.

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Soooo tonight @americangodsstz finally premieres, based on the amazing novel by @neilhimself, and I am. So. Excited. In honor of Wednesday, Shadow and Mad Sweeney’s meeting at Jack’s Crocodile Bar, I made this concoction I’m calling the Miser’s Dream, after the coin trick. It has mead, of course, the pact-sealing drink of the gods, along with rye whiskey, lime, and thyme-infused agave syrup. I even scratched Odin’s rune Ansuz into the lime garnish. I like to think Mr. Wednesday would approve.

Miser’s Dream

  •  2 oz Rittenhouse rye whiskey
  • ½ oz thyme-infused agave syrup
  • 1/3 oz lime juice
  • @bnektar’s Tuco Style Freakout mead
  •  Peychaud’s bitters

Shake rye, syrup, lime and bitters, then strain into lowball over a large rock. Top with mead, garnish with lime, and wait out the coming storm.

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IZ Issue #17 Discussion - Part 1: ZIM and DIB’s Relationship

Invader Zim isn’t exactly the the type of series people would expect to have multifaceted characters or an interesting story. A lot of people agree that the series is just meant to be taken as a Sci-Fi comedy with a dark sense of humour, and that’s essentially what it is. However, that doesn’t mean that there can’t be more to it. I’m not saying you should go looking for meaning where there isn’t any either, I’m just saying that a good work usually has more to offer than what’s on the surface.

Invader Zim has two well developed leads: Zim and Dib. It’s worth mentioning that Gaz is fleshed out too, especially since issue #!4. Zim and Dib share a peculiar relationship. They hate each other the same way two school children would “hate” each other. One moment you see them fighting, the next they’re out there playing tag or something. The thing is, just like the show, their rivalry isn’t supposed to be taken seriously. Neither of them is mature enough to understand the other, which is one of the main reasons why they are “enemies” and not friends, considering how much they parallel each other. With that in mind, it’s no surprise that an interaction like this happened canonically:

Yep, Dib just invited Zim to a game of I Spy, and of course, Zim eventually plays along. They even have the classic temper tantrums and “I’m not playing with you anymore”s that kids would have. Apparently all it took for these two to get along was to be locked up in the same cell.

Now that we know they can be in the same room without killing each other, can we just talk about how Zim likes to tease Dib?

This image could easily be taken as Zim being stupid, but just look at his face. He’s teasing him :P This isn’t the first time Zim mentions being confused by human genders btw; it was last mentioned in issue #13, so kudos to the writers for continuity. I’m sure Zim’s referred to Dib as a human boy before in the show, maybe not in those exact words, but you get the idea.

Anyways, remember back in issue #15 where Zim caused Dib to go ballistic over ham?

It’s pretty obvious that Zim doesn’t think Mrs. Bitters is a Ham, he just wants to push Dib’s buttons and see what happens. He even helps Dib get in trouble:

And what does he do when he does?

Clever boy. He knew what he was doing all along.

So yeah, Zim’s a bit more playful in the comics isn’t he? In fact, he seems less angry and more mellow at times.

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

@thinkbusbythink asked me what I thought of the au pair storyline.


-remember back when I asked you all about how Shelagh has certainly pushed beyond her vow of poverty (one to go–next series, Shelagh stages a coup!)?  An au pair kind of smacks of a financial entitlement.  Of course, that could be jealousy talking.  I will admit to breaking the tenth commandment regarding a neighbor’s au pair (and cleaning lady… and gardener).  

-have the Turners become, with their shiny new castle and an au pair, the nouveau riche of Poplar?  

-do we really need another character?  Even a minor one?

-If the Turners are getting an au pair, that does seem to point us in the direction of Shelagh being available to work more, which will take her out of the home and put her in the working world, which is my preference

-how common were au pairs, really, in 1963 Poplar?  I would more likely believe a Mrs Penney in the background character.

As always, my opinion only. What’s yours?

Invader Swap AU

Just a random idea I recently got and I wanted to do a stupid doodle of~

I have no idea how much this has probably already been done, but I guess this is my version of it.

-Professor Red

-Mr. Purple

-Tallest Bitters

-Tallest Membrane




-GAZ *couldn’t do much with her design and make her still look like a standard SIR unit*

If I get the motivation or if enough people want me to, I might do other characters since I have a few ideas for some. :P

Come with me? - Jughead x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first fic to Riverdale, I hope you like it. Please give me some Feedback :)

Summary: You and Jughead are best friends, when he goes to talk to his Dad, he asks you to come with him. Afterwards you tell him your feelings.

You sat in the student lounge, when Jughead came in and waved you over to him.
“Hey Juggie, whats up?” You smiled at him. He frowned a bit and gently pulled you outside in the hallway. “I have to tell you something, can we go somewhere a bit more quiet?” you nodded and while you walked to a bench behind the school, you glanced at him worriedly. He looked tired, his eyes were downcast in an attempt to hide his emotions.
You sat down and waited for him to talk. You knew he always takes his time when he tells you something important and you respected that.
When he started to speak his voice was quiet, like he was embaressed of what he had to explain to you.
“Fred Andrews fired my Dad some time ago because he started to drink and made business with the wrong people. So my Mom took Jellybean and moved to my grandparents.” He let out a shaky breath. “I coudn’t live there any more, so I moved to the Drive-In. Now that they closed it, I live under the staircase in school.” he confessed.
You gasped. “Jughead! Why didn’t you tell me? I could have talked to my parents, I’m sure they would’ve invited you to live in our guest room.” The raven haired boy looked at you shyly. “I thought you already had your own shit to deal with. I mean I know that Polly and Betty were your best friends. And that you and Betty helped each other through it.” He let his head fall down again.
“Juggie…” You hugged him tightly and whispered: “Don’t ever think that again, okay? I’m your best friend, I will always be there for you, do you hear that?”
He responded by holding on to you stronger. “Thank you y/n.” He let go of you and looked in your eyes. “That isn’t everything though. Archie asked his Dad to give mine another chance. But he thinks that he won’t take it, if I don’t talk to him.” He sighed, before he continued: “I haven’t been home since I moved to the Drive-In. I don’t want to go there alone… Would you maybe come with me?” Your best friend glanced at you with a hopefull expression.
You lightly stroked his back. “Of course I’ll come with you, Juggie. We could go there right after school. What do you think?”
He nodded. “Yeah… thank you y/n, really.”

As soon as school was out, you and Jughead made your way to his home. When the trailer came in sight you noticed Jughead was shaking slightly, so you took his hand and squeezed it a little. He gave you a small smile in return. He hesitated a second before he opened the door and walked in. You followed him slowly.
Inside it was shady and messy. You saw various beer bottles and other alcoholic drinks, on the table and also on the floor were cigarette butts and a few mugs as ashtrays. The air smelled like cold smoke, it left you coughing a bit.
You heard heavy footsteps making it’s way towards Jughead and you. His Father looked like he had a few beers to much. He was struggling to walk straight and when he saw you two he stopped, almost tripping.
“The lost son returns…” He said to Jughead, who looked ashamed of his Father and the mess he lived in.
“How you doin’?” his Dad asked.
Jughead mumbled: “Hanging in there.”
“Yeah me too.” His Father put the bottle he was holding in one of the cupboards. “Is this your girlfriend?”
You shook your head. “Uhm… no Sir, I’m y/n. It’s been a while since we last met. Jug and I are just friends.” You didn’t show how it hurt you to say that. You always wanted your relationship to be more than best friends, but you never mentioned it to anyone.
“Yeah, sure. I remember. You go to school together.” Mr. Jones said to himself.
Jughead scrached his neck nervously. “Actually Dad, I came by to ask, i-if you would consider going back to work with Fred Andrews.”
You studied Mr. Jones expectantly. “Yeah, he called me, I said no.” You sighed quietly.
Jugheads shoulders dropped.
“He fired me Jughead.” His father continued. “What kind of man would I be if I went back hat in hand?”
You could sense that Jughead was getting mad. “For starters? A man with a job, trying to fix this family?”
Mr. Jones scoffed. “Talk to your Mom. She’s the one who gave up on us… took your sister.” He turned around to leave the room.
You took a step towards Jughead, who tried to stay calm. “Can you please just go to see Mr. Andrews? He is willing to give you another chance.”
With a bitter laugh Mr. Jones turned around to face his son again. “He’s willing… huh? After all the crap he pulled on me!” With that he walked over to sit in a chair.
Jughead rolled his eyes, before following him. “Dad, do you want to see our family back together?” You gently rubbed his arm to comfort him. “Mom and Jellybean could come home, I could come home too.” He took a last glance at his Dad. “It’s not to late.”
With that he opend the front door and walked out of the trailer. You muttered a quick goodbye before following him and closing the door behind you. Jughead stood there rubbing his face. “I hope he listened to me y/n.”
“I think he did, Juggie. I believe he will at least try.” You lifted his chin so that he could see the faith in your eyes. “You showed him that you still care about him. Now it is his turn and he knows that.”
Jughead put his hand over yours. “Thank you y/n, I don’t think I could have done this without you.” To your surprise he bent down to place a light kiss on your cheek. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach explode with joy and you immediatly blushed.
To hide it you quickly took his hand and dragged him towards the direction of your house. “You will be sleeping in our guest room for tonight. And tomorrow we’re gonna take your stuff from under the staircase to your new home. No ifs, no buts!”
“Okay, okay, I understand.” Jughead giggled.

It was almost midnight. You and Jughead sat together on your bed and watched an old film. Except you didn’t really watch the film, but you stole side glances at Jughead.
“Hey y/n what are you looking at? Hm? Have I something in my face?” He suddenly laughed.
‘Oh crap, he noticed…’ you thought.
“Uhm, no nothing I was just thinking that… you know, it was very brave of you, the way you talked to your Dad today. Not many would give him another chance. But you did.”
“I’m not giving up on him.” Jughead smiled sadly. “Not yet.” he added.
That was what you liked so much about Jughead. He was always so kind and caring.
You just sat there looking into each others eyes, when you pulled all your courgage together to finally say the words that were always present when you were with him.
“I love you, Juggie.”
His eyes opened widely at your confession and you were about to say something to take back what you said, because you were afraid you just ruined your friendship, when Jughead cupped your face and let his lips collied with yours.
You closed your eyes and deepened the kiss by slowly opening your mouth to allow his tongue in. It was a slow and shy, yet passionate kiss. You laid all your love in this kiss to show him how much he is wanted.
When you pulled away, you were both out of breath, but had the biggest smile on your faces.
Jughead looked at you with a loving expression.
“I love you too, y/n.”



So I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes

I watched… “45 years”

wow fandom: we need to push back against this poll … for the sake of representation! everyone go to the comments and tell blizzard what the fans really want! lets get some votes for wranduin!! thassarian/koltira!! asric/jadaar!! garrosh/marcus johnathan!!! khadgar!! 

me, staggering into the room 20 minutes late in stylish high heeled boots, holding a massive grimoire full of all my potential commander lorna crowley femslash ships: hey guys, i brought the - oh, oh we’re just gonna be doing the dude thing here, aren’t we 



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