Sam walked into the library, he had fallen asleep on his laptop researching some case and when he woke up it was gone, he stopped in his tracks when he saw you sat at the table engrossed in his laptop with Castiel sat in the corner looking around the room, he cocked his head slightly to the side,
1: he’s sheltered. he has very little concept of normal concepts or objects. He can usually figure them out through context and induction, but he doesn’t recognize them immediately, and it makes him seem off-putting.
2: His main mindset is that he has no equals. Everyone is either far above him, and can hurt him with impunity, or far below him. and he can do the same to them.
3: he attaches to people quickly, despite this. if he fights beside someone, or shares food with someone, or if he feels he owes them a debt, his Nightbrother brain goes “PACK!! this is my new pack-mate. friend. protect.” Except his worldview doesn’t actually allow for this- on a nurture level he has learned that he has no friends, no pack. So he struggles with his feelings immediately, trying to put them into either “master” or “apprentice” boxes when all his instincts want to do is go hunting and share the kill with them.
4: he does have a sense of humor, albeit a very dry one, and he thinks his observations are worth sharing even if he then struggles with communicating them.
1: He’s a caregiver and protector type. He’s stand-between-my-brother-and-a-charging-spear protective, but more commonly, he’s grab-you-by-the-scruff-and-make-you-eat-something-healthy protective. The Mom Friend.
2: he’s very entrenched in his culture. He struggles with making eye contact with women, he splits his food to make offerings, he prays after he eats. fire is sacred, and so is music and moonlight.
3: he struggles with having been given responsibility, and having borne great grief, too early in life. He grew up too fast and it made him solemn and awkward.
4: post-transformation, he’s very confused and very mixed-up. he has a hard time making connections or thinking outside of orders. His good heart bleeds through the confusion, but not much of his personality or his mind makes it through. as the fog begins to clear after he gets away from Dooku, this gets significantly better.
1: he feels an extraordinary guilt for being the voice of the Nightsisters to the Nightbrother tribes. No one wants to see Viscus, bearer of bad fucking news, enforcer of the witches who take our brothers away. It’s seen as an honor and a glory to be their messenger, but it sets him apart.
2: he’s a middle-aged (well, old for a Nightbrother) man with a home and a family. He raised two younger brothers, and he’s been married for probably twenty years. This home life keeps him sane, and piles yet more guilt on him knowing that because he’s the Sisters’ Voice, his husband and brothers are granted immunity. (a thin immunity, that would last only until one Sister spoke against it. but it holds.)
3: he doubts his faith every single day. the Nightbrothers worship the Nightsisters as saints, spirits, emissaries to the Gods (with varying levels of conviction and bitterness, depending on how many family members they’ve lost). Viscus is one of the few who’s been driven almost to atheism, because he interacts with them the most and has occasion to see the Nightsisters at their least godly. He’s not even sure that he can pray to the Moon-Gods anymore, hating them for putting the Sisters in charge of magic and death.
i can’t wait for big sis ryder to wake up and kick my ass. “i was asleep for 600.15 years and look at the shit you got into. who put you in charge even oh my god. dad? i’ll kill him again. hooooly shiiit”
The idea was inspired by Thor’s character, but adapted to suit Lardo’s Vietnamese background.
In Vietnamese mythology, the
chief deity Ngoc Hoang appointed Thien Loi, the God of Thunder as the
Divine Judge, putting him in charge of punishing criminals, blasphemers,
and the seriously immoral. His weapons are two axes, one made of bronze and the other one of stone.
Lardo and her family are his descendants and are duty bound to carry his legacy. She uses the bronze axe.
Dudes, this is an emergency! As the paper in front of you with those crazy drawings that are supposedly words says, a majority of humanity has been turned into a noppera ghosty blobs by the freaky beam of light that shoots out of other noppera-bo-ba or baaa I don't really know how to say it. Tony, my righteous alien friend told me they're pictonians from the planet Picto. For reals dudes, Picto's way in like, way far outer space.
YOUR BRAIN'S IN WAY FAR OUTER SPACE!
Dude, they're born looking like noppera and they want everybody else looking just like what they're doing, HELLO! Listen up! we can't just let these noppera dudes make earth all freaking boringly white, right? This is wack! We gotta stop these dudes ! Who's with me?... Also, what's a noppera?
Oh yes, I know what they are. It is a Japanese monster without a nose, eyes, or a mouth. It's proper name is nopperabo, okay?
Wait a tick, are you trying to say this is all your fault Japan?
No! I was simply explaining what noppera means! No more, no less.
Why do I have to be turned into noppera because of stupid Japan and scary story...
It's not my fault!
Focus countries ! Japan may have screwed things up, but we still have time to fix it ! Now, your ideas will all suck so listen to me. We'll combine all our military strength! I'll be in command so you can all wear the colors of my flag! All heroes wear red, white, and blue!
I think we should gather under the white flag!
Why in God's name would we put you in charge?
Duh, I be the hero, everybody knows that!
I beg to differ...
Everybody knows I've got the biggest--
No one asked you, cheesy monkey!
Shut up, black sheep of Europe!
I told you not to call me that!
Ugh. They never stop talking...
White flags! Come on, I made a whole lot of them! See! We can each wave our very own!
Japan, you think I'm right, right?
Uh, well, this is why I sense the mood and refrain from speaking.
Russia! What are you gonna do, dude?
I'm going to do fighting!
Rock out my dog, I've got the perfect job for you to have then! Back-up sidekick!
Yeah, every super-hero needs a sidekick, I should know that, I'm the hero! They even make big-budget Hollywood crazy good movies about it!
We also have top-notch productions in the UK!
Um, time-traveling phone booths can only go so far.
Shut it, Pépé le Pew, just because you invented movie-making doesn't mean you're any good at it! All your films are good for are putting me to sleep!
Just have you know, my movies have been very popular lately.
Dude, you can't compete with Michael Bay sequels.
That attitude is why I restrict your films!
Mine are more quietly artistic with cultural story-telling.
My movies are the most fun ones if you want to ask me!
Grr... rgghh... rggghhhh... THAT IS ENOOOOOUUUUUUGH! WHILE YOU SIT HERE AND ARGUE ABOUT NOTHING, MORE OF MANKIND ARE TURNING INTO THOSE NOPPERA OR PICTONIANS OR WHATEVER THEY'RE CALLED!! NOW LISTEN. IF WE HAVE BEEN TURNED INTO THOSE THINGS, WE'LL LOSE OUR FACES SO WE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE ANY OF US FROM THE OTHER. THINK ABOUT IT YOU DUMMKOPFSSSSSS!
Ha ha ha. No need to argue, 'cause I'm right!
I know my ideas are best because otherwise I kill them.
I'm only allowed to hear my thoughts and those are the ones I like.
Alright then. I'm done here. I don't know why I even thought that we could have a simple discussion. That's not how we work, is it? What a waste. This entire meeting has been pointless. I will do what I have to do and you do what you have to.
(Germany leaves the room; soon followed by everyone else)
That's exactly what I was going to say.
There's too much fighting together to figure out if we should even fight together anyway.
I am far too gorgeous to have been in a stuffy room for so long.
I am far too gorgeous to- Shut up France!
Ha ha ha ha! I was just trying to help! I don't need you guys, I'm the hero!
Ah. My belly. It hurts.
Uhuh! Hey, wait up you guys! Come on, don't leave me here by myself!
[Camera shoots to Canada, who is sitting alone.]
I'm still here. And I hate to complain, but no one even bothered to ask my opinion.
Okay, this is fic #3 of my short, quick, not at all perfect lifetime christmas movie esque fic. I realize now that American Christmases and British christmases are VERY different, so please excuse any horrible discrepancies between the 2 cultures. I will admit that this one isn’t great. It jumps around a lot but it’s cute at least. Anyway, hope you enjoy!!
Imagine as punishment for some mischievous prank during a royal event, teenage Loki is sent away for the summer to live on a farm with a poor family in the countryside of Asgard. Imagine you’re the youngest daughter, Loki’s age, and are put in charge of assigning him his chores.
It seems like a number of friends feel themselves under some kind of trial or test lately. I cannot write all of you, except to say that we are all truly one in this struggle for sanctification and the higher road that is Jesus Christ.
Perhaps, in the case of some of you, the devil is just really angry for no other reason than the fact that you been trying to be a light that shines in the darkness, a salt that flavors the lives of others with love and goodness.
Maybe you touched someone, even on Tumblr, and reinforced the meaning and importance of their life. And if he, the enemy, is somehow getting back at you, know that in some mysterious way we are all going to help each other, a lot, in the next few days. We are going to join our pain to the Passion, the Cross, and the Five Holy Wounds. Not only will this bear fruit somehow for each of us as individuals, but for all of us as a mystical communion of love and compassion, which is the Catholic family.
Anti blogs are full of talk about how shipper's are going to do something horrible at the ECCC. That they need to have extra security because we're so out of control, etc. Yet, the only people I see working themselves into a lather is THEM, over on MM's IG. Policing her IG as if God himself put them in charge of it. Yep, there are crazys in the fandom, it's just not shippers.
Meh… don’t concern yourself with Anti blogs…they are just pissed that:
1. Sam and Cait are going to a con together- it’s probably their worst nightmare lol
2. Sam and Cait seemed genuinely thrilled to be going together
3. It’s not OL production organized (Matt didn’t know), so this is Sam and Cait going by their own initiative in their free time
4. Sam and Cait are choosing to spend their free time together
5. Sam and Cait looked like a couple in that video
6. Tony is not at home taking care of the cat, she seems more like Sam and Cait’s cat
7. It’s in Seattle but Sam is bringing Cait so that sucks for Samzie shippers who probably wanted to read into the geography
Well…when I look at all my points, yeah, maybe I would be unhappy too if I were them…
Actually, no, I wouldn’t be, cause I’m not that petty and bitter… (I am some, I’m human, but not that much, not like them)