I got a little obsessed with finding out the exact date Kaneki went for a date with Rize and I think I have it. Special thanks to @coromoor and @inthesweetmadness for being just as obsessive over this (we originally freaked at the idea of Furuta killing Rize on her birthday)
First the photo from the tkg movie’s twitter. I consider the movie to be an accurate source given how dedicated the director was and all the other details included.
Zooming in we determined his date was on the 23rd so definitely not her birthday. The next clue is that Kaneki mentions he was in the hospital for weeks.
And we know for certain he was released on October 21 because of Hide’s congratulatory text. That erases any last chance of the accident being October 8th because Kaneki mentions weeks up to his release and the 8th would make it just shy of 2 weeks.
The timeline places the accident between late June/Early July but I wasn’t sure how they got there, but I trusted the meticulous analysis of @randomthoughtpatterns and @smthold when making the timeline. (Thank you for all that work)
I originally zoomed in again on the live action calendar vainly hoping for a 06 or 07 月 on top, but then I noticed there were only 30 days on his sheet. That makes it to be either June or August. At this point I checked the kanji beside the dates and quickly realized his date was Saturday the 23rd.
I quickly plugged in June 2012 on my phone’s calendar and yup you guessed it
The dates match.
So I think it’s now pretty safe to say his date was Saturday the 23rd of June, 2012.
Obviously, lists like these have been done to death (wink, wink) over the years, but I feel like giving my take on it. In honor of Halloween, 2017, here is my list of the zodiac signs as horror movie villains!
Aries: Chucky (Child’s Play)
The flaming red hair, the brutality of his murders, and the rage when he doesn’t get his way, all makes me think of Aries. Chucky is sort of petulant but in a charming way, and his temperamental attitude makes him an unpredictable force to be reckoned with. How can I not think of Aries?
Taurus: Leatherface (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
Skinning someone’s face off and wearing it seems like something a Taurus would do, what can I say?
Gemini: Pennywise the Dancing Clown (It)
We all know Geminis are clowns, so this was an obvious choice. Pennywise is a sadistic creature that trolls the ever-loving-fuck out of his victims, and I think that pretty much encapsulates what a Gemini horror villain would be like.
Cancer: Norman Bates (Psycho)
Okay, honestly, this was a really hard choice for me. I was contemplating both Norman Bates and Jason Voorhees to be Cancer on this list, as I truly think both are total Cancers, but I decided to go with Bates because I think he represents the archetype of Cancer slightly more. Bates is a complete mama’s boy and his love for her borders on creepy sexual innuendo. Throughout his life, he’s had a strong feminine side and has always had, let’s say, a complicated relationship with women, which reminds me of a lot of the Cancer men I know (not like they murder women as far as I know, but you get my meaning).
Leo: Jack Torrance (The Shining)
You can’t deny Jack has an affinity for dramatic displays of insanity. His most memorable line is when he’s hacking down a door with an ax, then sticks his head in the broken-down door and yells, “HEEEEEEREE’S JOHNNY!!” I mean, come on. Leo all day.
Virgo: Jigsaw (Saw)
The well thought out puzzles and the detail Jigsaw put into his whole operation is something I can only see a Virgo accomplishing. The victims of Jigsaw were chosen based on what was deemed to be immoral acts perpetrated by said victims, and who else would have such a sense of moral authority to execute mass murder other than a Virgo?
Libra: Candyman (Candyman)
Candyman is a vengeful spirit that comes back to even the score of his brutal murder hundreds of years prior during the years of slavery. Despite his warped reasoning for doing so, his quest for revenge is an attempt to rectify the injustice he faced, and a lot of the times hurt Libras can use “an eye for an eye” reasoning to justify their internal need for fairness. Candyman most fits that archetype, and his misguided views of his murders make him truly scary.
Scorpio: Hannibal Lecter (The Silence of the Lambs)
A charming sociopath who is irritably elusive and hard to read? Yeah, Hannibal Lecter is probably a Scorpio. Lecter is a brilliant psychiatrist who, despite being a murderer, is also ironically conscious of social mores. He’s sophisticated and an impeccable manipulator, but also has cute side-hobbies such as painting. So multitalented! Oh, and if you insult anyone he cares about, you’re basically signing your death certificate.
Sagittarius: Ghostface (Scream)
Ghostface can barely be taken seriously, really, but it’s sort of part of his appeal. Just like Sagittariuses!
Capricorn: Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)
Patrick Bateman works on Wall Street and is obsessed with maintaining and accumulating money and living his lavish, pristine lifestyle. I mean, right off the bat that is Capricorn, lol. Bateman murders men and women and does various other gross, obscene shit that I don’t particularly want to write out, oh—and, he’s a rude asshole to add the cherry on top. Total Capricorn.
Aquarius: Pinhead (Hellraiser)
A highly intelligent sadomasochist who is basically an alien, Pinhead is sort of robotic and conveys a pure Aquarius to me. He has pins in his head because not having pins in his head would be too mainstream, and he leads a creepy cult that condemns people to eternal suffering. Sounds neat.
Pisces: Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)
Freddy Krueger’s modus operandi of killing people in their dreams has a distinct Neptunian feel that I just can’t shake. Krueger is a complete freak, and to be honest, I always thought that Pisces people were weird.
Birthdays were always a strange thing to Lance. Not that he didn’t understand them, he totally did. But more so, the feelings a simple day could provoke.
Lance came from a large family, that was for sure. And with that, came parties.
His racial culture brought those anyway.
And, as the baby of the family, he had always had some pretty fantastic birthdays as a kid.
Though when he got older, that changed.
Little kids expect birthdays, so parents throw them together and make the kid feel special.
When you grow up, you have to learn that you’re not that special. At least that was how Lance saw it.
Having so many brothers and sisters, birthdays were close together and it got to the point where they weren’t as extravagant because it couldn’t be afforded.
By the time July rolled around, many things were happening that often led to Lances birthday being overlooked as a teenager.
College funds, school shopping, all of the things that would be happening days after Lance had his special day.
In time it just stopped being special.
Would he get a present?
Sure, he didn’t really need anything but come on, everyone is going to think about receiving a gift on their big day.
Would he get a Happy Birthday?
Would anyone remember?
Did anyone care enough to listen if he mentioned what day it was?
Most birthdays, Lance wanted to just stay quiet and see how many people would acknowledge the day. Or how many wouldn’t, would be most likely.
Birthdays soon just became regular days for him throughout the years. Sure, maybe he would get a book and a happy birthday from online friends, but nothing big or fun.
Sometimes he’d get to choose dinner.
But like was mentioned, it became just another day for him.
Sometimes he was hopeful, maybe this birthday would be different. He’d have a party again or maybe Hunk would bake him something.
Hell, even just family bonding.
But it was just a wish.
Lances birthday just wasn’t that important.
So when his birthday rolled around during their first year up in space, he didn’t say a word.
He didn’t even go on Keith about how now he was older, and rub it in his rivals face.
No, that morning Lance woke up as if it were any other day. Pulled on his clothes, his favorite jacket, brushed his teeth, put on some makeup, and within the next hour was out of his room headed for breakfast.
The blue paladin didn’t notice little mice scurrying into vents, rolls of confetti in their jaws.
“Good morning.” Lance chimed as he entered the dining area, making sure he wasn’t looking around at his friends as he casually went to grab a plate of goo.
In the back of his head, he wondered if anyone knew. It couldn’t be helped.
At the front of his skull, desperately clinging the rest, he knew today was just another day.
It sent a vague pain through his chest but he chose to ignore it. Just another day.
“Good morning, buddy! How is the main man?” Hunk piped up in a cheerful tone.
Lance shrugged, walking to the counter for a fork, not looking up. “Oh, you know, feeling as perfect and charming as ever.”
The dry chuckle that passed the boys lips was unnerving, and the Paladins exchanged glances.
“Hm?” He rose a brow, not looking up as he dug for the utensil.
Finally the boy looked up, “I hear you, what do— you…” His breath flowed out of him in a harsh exhale.
Oh my gosh.
At the table his friends stood, holding a ‘cake’ and smiling fondly, if not a little worriedly.
In front of them, were a few haphazardly wrapped presents, which were in all honesty wrapped in toilet paper.
The cake was blue, shaped like an ‘L’ for Lance which they assumed was only fitting for someone obsessed with himself.
Lance didn’t let it get to his head, even though the situation was obvious and his face was bright ass red.
Keep it cool. It’s just another day.
Lance looked up at Hunk, taking his surprise and making it something fake. “Oh shit, whose birthday is it?”
The synchronization of furrowed eyebrows was something uncanny; Lance would have laughed.
Shiro spoke up, softly. “It’s your birthday.”
Pidge tilted her head, “July 28th, right?”
Hunk looked nervous for a moment, leaning to Keith and undoubtedly whispering, “We didn’t get the day wrong, did we?”
Of course they hadn’t.
Lance took a good look around.
The room was decorated completely, streamers and confetti and even a banner.
Blue lights glittered for Lance.
They had remembered.
They cared and they were having a party.
Lance blinked, then tried to stay cool and shrugged, suddenly way too emotions rushing at once. “Oh, I know. I just didn't…think anyone would care, no one usually does.”
Way to keep it cool.
Suddenly he was rushed with hugs, a swarm of love and caring bodies pressed to his and strong arms around him.
Lance teared up, something he’d been holding back. He chuckled, “Uh, guys?”
“It’s your birthday! Of course we would care!” Pidge exclaimed, squeezing Lances waist tighter in a hug.
“You’re my best friend, how could I forget?” Hunk said next, ruffling Lances hair.
It was happy tears and sniffles after that, and of course celebration and loud.
Birthdays were always a strange thing to Lance, and forever would be. And ironic.
They were just as unexpected as the day each person decides to be born. Sure, you always know it’s gonna happen, but you are still surprised.
Lance was surprised today.
His space family had not only remembered his birthday, no. That wasn’t initially had Lance so riled up.
It was that they had remembered and acknowledged and embraced it. That was more than he’d gotten in years.
He felt special today.
He felt loved.
If only he knew, what was waiting for him behind the fourth wall, and how much love he was worth.
Although they aren’t exclusive, Amelia already feels that pressure to provide intimacy. Amelia still values her virginity but has some guilt for being reserved with Wednesday so she started taking pictures, nothing provocative, just the female form and has been sending them to Wednesday. Wednesday never says anything lewd, in all honest she does not find nude photos arousing but she does find Amelia’s pursuit to be more confident sexy.