First forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won’t. Habit is persistence in practice.
You know what kills me most about this scene? Aside from seeing Dean waking up on the floor, looking as if he hadn’t slept but only drunk for days, more dead than alive. It’s that he so desperately tries to make himself believe that he is good. And good in two ways here. This whole episode was set up around choices of “good and evil” and this scene of him muttering to himself “I’m good” really just gives me the rest, because it is not just Dean trying to bullshit himself into beliving his own lies that he “is good” as in “I’m fine / Ive got it under control”, but also and maybe even more so in the way “I’m good” as in “I am not evil”, “I am Dean Winchester and I am trying to be a good man”, but just like with the other one he cannot really believe that either - though he is. Right in the end of the episode it gets so clear how he thinks abut himself. And I am so glad that Sam and most of all Mary reminded Dean that he truly is at his core of his very being and always has been good, someone who fights with his heart in his hands, because he loves. So fiercely, so strong, so completely and without any barriers.
will the other rainbow-haired basketball nerds be able to steal shadow boy from tall tiger man and prove their undying love? tune in next week for another exciting episode of the basketball which kuroko plays
Bokuto, Akaashi and Tsukki never realized how easy it is to get swept in Kuroo’s pace until they started living together. Kuroo sits on their old couch, his knees drawn up to his chest, and every blanket in the apartment covering him head to toe as he watches foreign movies without subtitles.
Bokuto comes home, raises an eyebrow at him and says: “Bro.”
Kuroo replies by opening his blanket. “I built a fort. Membership is opened.” Bokuto grins, grabs a pack of yogurt and makes himself comfortable next to Kuroo.
When Akaashi comes home, he tries to pretend he doesn’t see two college students with yogurt on their noses, huddled closely together under five blankets. That is, until Bokuto calls: “Akaashi~” Just like that, Akaashi finds himself warm and content, with a blanket over his head and Bokuto’s hand around his shoulders.
Tsukki comes home last and smirks, “You look like rejected ghost extras in a low budget horror movie.”
“Want to join us?” Kuroo pushes two blankets open to reveal a spot next to him that’s always reserved just for Tsukki.
Tsukki’s already lost the moment he met Kuroo’s eyes and he crawls into the makeshift fort. Three seconds later, he says: “I sat in something sticky.”
“It’s yogurt,” says Kuroo.
“Don’t mind,” adds Bokuto.
The four of them spend the evening like that, just because Kuroo has build a fort and they all wanted to be a part of it.
“Ain’t it great the way it all begins in New York City? Right away, you’re making time, and making friends. No one cares where you were yesterday, if they pick you out, you’re on your way to a ‘Once Upon a Time’ that never ends.”