return to the dark side of the moon

Shades of Red and Blue

I’m ruined by McHanzo, y’all. Sorry-not-sorry. Please enjoy these drabbles about a certain surly warrior and his lovestruck cowboy boyfriend (or future boyfriend, in some of these cases). Cut is for length, not for content.

Originally posted by mariejacquelyn


“Full house!” Jesse crowed, delighted with himself as he slapped his cards on the table between them. “Pay up, sugarplum.”

Hanzo let out a deep, concentrated breath, dark brows knit over stormy eyes as he stood up to untie his obi, adding it to the growing pile between them that consisted of his bow, his quiver, both of his re-enforced boots, and his hair scarf. Jesse’s cheshire cat grin widened as he wiggled his socked toes, the only item of his between them being his boots, which now Hanzo was certain was because he let him win the first round.

“I do not appreciate being taken for a fool, Jesse McCree.”

“Aw, c’mon!” Jesse laughed, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey. “We ain’t gotta play much longer.”

Hanzo was unconvinced. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. Just…” He glanced around the table at the remaining pants and tunic that Hanzo wore. “Like two more hands. Maybe three. Never can tell with ya, darlin.’ I have been surprised bef– hey now!”

He just barely caught the empty teacup as it was hurled at his head.

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"He Could Have Pie, He Just Won't Eat It Though...": On the Absence of Pie in Season 12 and the Demystification of Mary Winchester

I am prefacing this by saying that I haven’t watched the most recent episode yet, so if Dean and Co. happen to eat pie in 12x13 “Family Feud” I had no way of knowing it. :)

That said, in the end, even if Dean did enjoy a slice in this week’s episode, it really wouldn’t change a whole lot, because so far we have seen Dean very rarely eat one of his favorite types of food in S12: pie. Sure enough, the reason why we may see Dean not indulge in eating as much pie may be entirely be explained by things outside of the show - like maybe Jensen saying “man, please no more sweet stuff” ;) - still within the context of a show the absence of pie his season feels very telling. Especially so as pie for Dean definitely was a typ of comfort food and held a good deal of connotations and associations that all circled round notions of family, home, safety and love.

In the 12 seasons of Supernatural Dean’s love for pie has become just as infamous as his love for his baby. Even more so Dean’s eating habits as such have been used as an indicator for his emotional state of mind, his longings and wishes and especially over the course of the “Mark of Cain”-arc Dean’s hunger or lack thereof was drawn attention to as it revealed a lot about his emotional struggles (I have written lot on this topic, I’d insert links but as I am typing this on my phone I can’t) as well as the fight he faced within between human and demon. After all, little else is such a direct example of basic human necessities: the need to eat and drink to survive. That entire plot with Dean edging away from being human to becoming a demon was exemplified heaviest when Dean “left that cheeseburger uneaten” as Crowley reminisces before raising Dean as a demon in 9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles”. Dean’s arc was contrasted with Castiel’s, who as a human for the very first time experienced hunger and thirst as two real necessities to be able to function.

The topic of hunger and food as indicators for humanity therefore have been very directly written into Dean’s personal story arcs from S8 onwards. Given this focus of recent seasons paired with the shows adamancy of inserting Dean’s love for pie as a recurring stylistic device over 12 seasons of the show in general, it feels very striking that Dean seems to have lost his taste or love for pie in S12 almost completely - the season in which he sees his mother returning from the dead.

As mentioned above Dean’s love for pie seems to be to a good extent directly connected to the memory and love of his mother. In fact, 5x16 “Dark Side of the Moon” even gives the audience as much of a “starting point” as to how Dean’s love for pie came to be in the first place when we see one of Dean’s memories play out in which we (as much as Sam) learn that the Winchesters’ “marriage was never perfect until after Mary died” and that Dean comforted his mother when his father had moved out for a couple of days after a bad fight (one now has to wonder if maybe that could have been due to Mary disappearing and hunting), told her that “daddy still loves her” and offered emotional support to his mother when he was a mere 4 years old. It’s that memory standing out clearest in relation to Deans love for pie as Mary not much later after she calls Dean “her little angel” offers him some pie. It’s by no means a truly happy memory imo, especially as it does kind of showcase how Mary tries to lighten the mood with the offer of pie. It’s this action really that frames and explains Dean using pie as “comfort food” in the most literal sense of the term. So of course this will sound somewhat over the top, but one could argue that every time Dean enjoyed a slice of pie in his life he remembered this moment with his mom. A moment nonetheless in which he again acted almost like an adult rather than a child (and yes, that is suppose will just always remain the tragedy of Dean Winchester: his lost childhood, that, as the show progresses, it seems was lost much earlier than when his mother died…

Keeping all of this in mind I think it is interesting to take a look at S12. The season of Mary Winchesters return. The undoing of the past. But for sure not the erasure of old wounds, scars or traumas, but rather the start to add a few new on top. Amara giving Dean “what he needed most” was his mother. She gave the Winchesters a chance to re-write their story, because maybe she wished her and her brother could do the same. What Amara wanted - and there is not a single doubt in my mind, because even though Dabb seems to have forgotten what he himself wrote at the end of last season, Amara wasn’t cruel just cause - was for Dean to be happy and find peace. Little did she know that bringing back the Winchesters’ mom would hardly bring that for him.

Now, as I have written about multiple times at the end of last season and prior the beginning of this season with Mary’s return we aren’t just loosely following the possible re-write of the Winchesters’ story (though much of this season to me feels sadly like “same old same old” and plain repeat), most of all we see the demystification of Mary Winchester - and that may actually be one of the most painful ones for the Winchesters and Dean especially as it seems countless times he is proven that his mother really is nothing like he remembered her to be. Of course there are few characters that have had such a “cult” surrounding them on the show as Mary Winchester. Her own children never really got to know her as a person as they simply were way too small for that to be the case, yet over time Mary was stylized, idealized and turned into a symbol that had very little in common with the very real Mary Winchester - as this season explores.

Not a single episode this season didn’t feature some sort of deconstruction of Mary Winchester as a person and character or a realization of who she is opposed to how she was imagined to be. It’s vital to see things for what they are, but there’s no denying it’s tough and eliminates foundations that provided at least some sense of stability - and so far we have not seen any kind of building new ground together for a stronger and more mature foundation. In the first episodes Dean learns that Mary “never cooked” or “continued hunting even when she was already married” and that many of his memories are unveiled to have been “false”. Getting to know their mother really is a constant progression of disillusionment for the Winchesters (and for Dean much more than for Sam since he doesn’t have any memories that could be rendered untrue or incomplete or downright “wrong”) and while I firmly believe that Mary does somehow care about her grown up sons, true emotion and connection doesn’t seem to be there. And one can’t really blame anyone for that because of course for Mary suddenly being alive is hard and she never learnt how to have grown up kids, because well… she never lived to have them in a natural progression.

Still, I think it is fairly well portrayed how much Mary struggles to form a meaningful connection with Sam and Dean. A relationship that could build into becoming the loving relationship that meant safety and home and everything being okay for Dean for example as seen in his memories - and one memory in particular featuring pie. Coming back to the symbolic meaning of pie again I think it’s valid to analyze the absence of it in S12 (I truly only remember Dean eating pie in 2nd episode when all was still fairly “okay” and happiness prevailing over Mary being back rather than the start reality setting in) in relation to the demystification of Mary as a symbol and mother figure. Pie may simply not provide the comfort and safety it once did for Dean, because like so much of his past and memories regarding his mother have been overturned and corrected, but not in a very healing - or worded differently - comforting way.

So in a way this season exemplifies imo rather perfectly the saying “You can’t have your pie and eat it too”, which describes you can’t have two good things at the same time, which seems awfully fitting to the whole Mary Winchester arc. And in that regard I think it is indeed very revealing how now that Mary is back “Dean could have pie”, but we don’t see him eat it…

Moon in the 8th House - My Mother was a Witch

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,

Bless the bed that I lie on.

Four corners to my bed,

Four angels round my head;

One to watch and one to pray

And two to bear my soul away

The psychic sets up her shop right on the Moon. With incense burning, dusted occult books full of secrets, and a cursed hand of tarot, the seduction toward the dark side of the moon can turn almost erotic. There tends to be a tremendous intuition for unconscious psychology with Moon in the 8th. The individual is a vessel of psychic activity, riding a crescent moon boat into blackened Scorpio waters, searching for a home amongst the unknown. The individual may be voyaging for lost family members she feels carry pieces of her that were never returned. She searches for a mother figure in gods and angels and invisible comforts. The bond with her own mother is likely quite powerful, and possibly symbolizes a bond that traces back centuries. The intuitive and nurturing energy of the moon is an accelerated method of healing in the 8th house cauldron. The individual knows how to inject healing tonic right into the hidden wound. Like all tonics, it stings like salt, but their power is in their venom, and they cradle their darkness whenever the moon, and their life, escapes into void.

The dance with death is graceful and haunting with Moon in the 8th. There is a kind of acceptance toward death that generates an admirable counsel and wisdom. They can hold the hand and hold the soul of people as they cross over, transporting them toward the light, guiding like a midwife of death. There is a treasured, soothing resonance that expresses through the individual. This can bring incredible peace to the disturbed and broken. All forms of sorcery, witchcraft, potions, generational spells, and ancestral healing rituals reside in the 8th house Moon. She is like the descendant of sorcerers, wielding in her hands the knowledge of ancient bewitching. This relates to the individual’s need to continue family legacies, especially those inherited from female ancestors. The 8th house also relates to karmic debt and legacies. The individual may become the power of attorney for the mother, play a strong advocacy role in her final years, and be the recipient of sacred heirlooms. Moon in the 8th house suggests the family history can involve significant mental illness, abuse, unspeakable secrets, premature death, and institutionalization. As the individual looks back on their life, they barely hold it by seasons or events, but rather previous selves that were burned away. The veil between worlds is leaky with Moon in the 8th. The individual may encounter spiritual events, voices of the dead, demonic interference, and the sense they have inherited a curse. The individual may profoundly and destructively fear the death of the mother.

The longing for intimacy is insatiable with Moon in the 8th. There is a real need to unify, beyond body and form on toward the brink of consciousness. The moment of orgasm is somewhat prophetic in terms of the experience the universe they seek, a naked communion with the invisible where everything slips away but love and soul. What they seek, the walk toward the end, puts the moon in a frantic, hysterical, and vulnerable position. The spells of melancholia, paranoia, histrionic storms generate through extreme emotional experiences that erupt without rhyme or reason. These experiences can also transport the individual to the peak of elation, peeling back the world to reveal gold and underworld milk and honey. Even in the underworld, Hades welcomes his children of the moon, worshiping their psychological expertise, intuitive intelligence, and preparing a cavern of safety, a coffin draped in the silkiest sheets, as he presents a bouquet of black washed roses to celebrate their arrival. The tightrope between life and death shakes and withers with Moon in the 8th. One foot is drenched in a blackened sea of symbols, ghosts, treasure, and omnipresent divinity, while the other flails in materialism, feeling split and isolated, longing to be joined by their family dwelling in the azure. Those ancestors who have passed over speak through Moon in the 8th people. They often use the individual as a sacred carrier of their heritage and place hope in them finishing their incomplete duties. From the ledge of the moon they indulge in occult rituals, paying homage to the women that gave them everything. It illuminates the underworld in luscious light, making it a home, shrouded in cryptic tails that become sweet bedtime lullabies. The mother sings a song of protection, as I lay you down to sleep, I pray the lord your soul to keep, and if you shall die before you wake, I pray the lord your soul to take.


Trapped Inside A Haunted Playhouse With Got7 Part 1 (Reader X Got7)

Originally posted by imnevagonnameetgot7

It was that time of the year again. The amusement park,also known as “Creep Zone” opened it’s gate to welcome people, like it does every summer. The park was what kept the small village alive,someone would say. Every year tourists from all over the world would visit it, to ride on it’s crazy rollercoasters or just to see what all the fuss was about. Sometimes us humans let curiosity take the best of us, don’t we? And sometimes it could lead us into making, the worst decisions of our lives.. If you happened to drive by village during winter time,you’d think it’s a ghost town. But every summer it’s small vintage like hotels light up their signs, and stood among the woods full of life. Looking around the park for a while, you’d realize that the queue for each ride was endless, kids crying out of fear while on the rollercoasters or even of the excitement while waiting to get in.

“What are we even doing here?? Do you all realize we’re grown ups??”

Jinyoung sighed looking at all the kids who were running around. You just shrugged not wanting to irritate his already irritated figure even more. Maybe he was right.. Apart from the parents who were walking alongside their kids, you were the only adults here.

“Well we are not leaving..We didn’t drive all the way over here for nothing”

Jaebum said earning “yeah"s from the seven of you. Beginning to walk once more, you wandered around trying to find what to do. The atmosphere cold and impersonal, the light breeze making you shiver lightly. You looked up to see a sky, full of dark clouds that hid the starts and bright moon. The wind blew once more and you shivered again. Wearing a t-shirt might have been a bad decision after all.. A hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and rubbing your sides gently to warm you up. You looked up to smile warmly at Mark who just winked at you and looked away after returning a smile.

Guys look!”

Youngjae exclaimed pointing at a sign.

The House of fear

The guys looked at each other smirking before starting to walking
to the direction the sign was pointing. If it wasn’t for Mark holding your waist tightly you wouldn’t be able to walk, fear taking the best of you. You never were a fan of spooky stuff to be honest and so this so called house wasn’t for you.

“Guys.. Can we do something else?”

You spoke up quietly, but loud enough for the boys to hear. And they all turned to look at you, finding your scared expression priceless and adorable.

“Oi oi lady..Don’t you worry! Sir Jackson will protect you!”

Jackson exclaimed coming behind you, lifting you, to place you up to his shoulders.

“You are going to protect her?

Bambam laughed sarcastically and Yugyeom joined him

“Hyung no offense..But you are afraid of your own shadow..”

“No I’m not shut-”


Mark screamed coming behind Jackson causing him to cry out in fear almost dropping you to the ground.

“Hey! Watch out!”

You said half,scared half annoyed playfully slapping Jackson’s arm.

“Sorry Y/N..”

He apologized before turning to look at Mark giving him the death glance. He just shook his head laughing before continuing to walk. Soon enough you found yourselves outside the playhouse. There was no queue but neither of you questioned it, being happy you wouldn’t have to wait. Some employee with his red bright uniform stood outside the entrance giving you directions.

“..You are not allowed to use your phones in any means so just leave them to me and I’ll return them to you within exiting. Have fun”

He tried to say in the most exciting tone he could master but non the less failed miserably. One by one you gave your phones to him and entered the house. The door slammed shut and in a matter of seconds the lights turned off, taking away the ability to see your surroundings

“I told you guys this wasn’t a good idea…”


You repeated your words once more. Only to realize..You were all alone

A/N: And this is the end of part 1!! I hope you all enjoyed it as much i enjoyed writing it and are eagerly waiting for more!! If you are then, send asks/ submit your ideas on what you think will happen next!! I will read throught all of them and my favourite(s) will be featured on Part 2! Let your imagination run wild, I’ll be waiting to see what you have in store for me!! Good luck to you all! -Admin VanillaKookie

dancing-heart-pony  asked:

I just got the idea of Dark calling Anti "apple of my eye" and Anti getting annoyed but also flustered at the same time.

that is oddly adorable and i love it!

i feel like dark comes up with a lot of witty nicknames like that for anti because he knows just how much it annoys him. but, unbeknown to dark, anti secretly loves them. anti probably attempts at them in return like calling dark “the dark side of my moon” or something 💛

Since a lot of beer meta has been going around, I thought we might talk about the use of the Schultz brand a little, especially since it’s going to feature in the up-coming episode tonight.

I think the context in which we see the brands is important, and the Schultz brand is seen in four major scenes that are connected with death and dying.

The first is Dean sharing a cold one with the croat he plugs in The End:

The second is when Sam and Dean are killed in The Dark Side of the Moon. Their bedsides are littered with blue Schultz beers, and like @sandraugiga has pointed, in heaven the colors of the brand are reversed: in heaven the beer is red and gold.

The third major appearance of the brand is in The Point of No Return, the context being that Dean has chosen to say yes to Michael. Essentially he has chosen to die and has been making preparations for his eventual death. The street preacher kneels down to pray for the angels to come and claim Dean.

The fourth major appearance of the brand is in the eleventh hour, in Two Minutes to Midnight, right after Dean has had a meeting with Death. Dean drinks the beer while asking Bobby what he thinks Death will do to people who lie to his face.

There are four major scenes connecting the beer to death, and the name may also contain a clue. Schultz (Schuld) has the meaning of ‘debt’ in Germanic languages, and is furthermore connected to medieval tax-collectors – and the only two things that certain in life, according to the old adage, are death and taxes.

So, I propose that on the show the Schultz brand is connected to death, or the looming presence of death, and the rest of the appearances of the brand might be reviewed against it. At least one other instance where the brand is featured in connection with a major character death is Nightshifter.

Since the beers are behind Dean, it’s possible it also foreshadows the deaths that were to come at the end of the season.

But fact remains that three times that we see a character drink the beer, they die soon after: Jaeger and Dean, Sam and Dean, and Bobby.

Further instances of Schultz beer being connected with death:

Bobby takes it out of the fridge just as he is dying.

A fallen can of Schultz is on the table immediately following Bobby’s death.

Dean kills a man and a demon by throwing him into a whole glass case full of Schultz. In this instance it may also foreshadow the return of the ‘Holy tax accountant’.

Schultz beers are prominently displayed in Van Ness house, a house full of dead people.

Addition following Our Little World:

The episode featured a murder in front of the Schultz beer sign.

This seems to be pretty poignant evidence in favour of interpreting the beer brand as a signal for death (& taxes – and incidentally, often the figure of the “Holy Tax-Accountant”, cf. Dean drinking the beer in The Third Man while he calls for Castiel).

So now we must ask ourselves what it means that both Sam and Dean were drinking Schultz beer in Baby, but that Sam didn’t pack all the beer Dean had intended for them to drink. Because Schultz is the beer of death.

Lustrous (pt 3)

Originally posted by minpuffs

Hybrid!Kook x Reader AU

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

(A/n): The one time I have free time to write I fall asleep OTL I’ll try to finish up writing interference and that request I got asap, I just can’t promise much since school is beating the crap out of me ;;


Jungkook turns away, choosing to ignore your gawking and hisses of confusion. You go to try and catch his attention until there’s a sharp smack upside the back of your head and an arousal of laughter rising from the students around you. Rubbing the back of your head with a pout, you look up at your potions teacher, a witch just like the majority of the supernatural students in your class. She’s a rather young-looking woman, slim and tall with a sort of elegance to her stature, skin milky and presumably smooth, and her long raven hair full and luscious. Who knows, she could be using some kind of spell to enhance her appearances, for all you knew she could’ve actually been one of the cliche old hags with large noses and narrow faces, the chin jutting out tremendously with wrinkled skin and hairy warts.

Hands on her hips, your teacher frowns down at you, “I hope I’m not boring you Miss (Y/n), I sure hope that since you chose this class you are sincerely interested in learning something and not pining after boys.”

“Not at all, I’m sorry,” you deflate under her sharp stare, the weight on your shoulders feeling like lead when you continue to hear the cackles of the other students.

“I would hope so, detention after class Miss (Y/n). Please pay attention instead of talking, yes?”

You nod guiltily, your shoulders sagging as she snaps at your classmates to kindly shut their mouth holes before she does it for them with a threatening wave of her crooked wand. From beside you Jungkook is glancing at you warily, biting on his lip before looking away regrettably.

Once class is over, the room is emptied with the exceptions of you and your teacher. You dread the scolding you receive about talking in her class before she lets you alone to do any homework for the next hour you have imprisoned in her classroom.

You barely get anything done when all you can think about is Jungkook and his eyes, wondering why he would say such a thing. Sure, you knew that according to the creature the eyes glowed a certain color, but was there a meaning behind his?

“You’re free to go Miss (Y/n) I hope you know not to speak during my lecture next time.”

You bow, making a noise of approval, packing up your things before heading out the door. Walking down the deserted hallways, you glance out one of the windows to see the sun in the distance, not quite setting yet but about ready to. The sky is still a vast blue, with a gradient of orange peeking from the horizon where the sun is slowly heading towards.


You startle, jumping out of your skin when Jungkook greets you at the school gates. Has he been waiting there this whole time? Maybe you should’ve realized the sudden radiance of magical aura if it weren’t for your dazed thoughts.

As if reading your thoughts he looks away shyly, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “I- er… Sorry you got in detention… Also I thought it might get dark by the time you get released so…”

Both of your cheeks heat up simultaneously at the realization of his intentions, a small smile gracing your lips as you nod in understanding.

“I see… thank you very much, and no need to be sorry… I guess I was being a little too nosy…” you laugh lightly, the both of you beginning to walk in the direction of your house.

“It’s alright,” he responds timidly, glancing cautiously down at your injured leg.

You notice this and smile, “Don’t worry about my leg, I’m fine now, thanks to you.”

His head bobs in understanding, staying quiet the remainder of the way to your house. Along the trek to your place, you can’t help but cast glances every now and then at the handsome boy walking along side you. He’s truly a walking piece of art, you think with a sigh, looking up quickly when he glances at you curiously. He must’ve noticed your eyes drilling holes into the side of his head by now, or the fluctuation of your heart, or even the scent of your attraction.

By the time you’ve reached your destination, the sky is streaked with an array of orange and pink that mingles with the remainder of what was once the blue sky. Jungkook is about to leave when you exchange farewells until Yahiko yanks open the door and grins widely at the sight of the boy beside you.

“Who might this be?”

“A friend from school,” you start as Jungkook bows politely to her, “…He’s the one who saved me the other day actually…”

“Ah really? Why aren’t you inviting him in then?! Why don’t you stay for awhile for dinner? As thanks for looking out for this little brat,” Yahiko says, not waiting for a rejection and opening the door wider to welcome you both in.

The brunette glances at you reluctantly before motioning for you to enter first and following after you. He’s nothing but politeness and manners throughout the night, answering any question the kitsune has in store for him. He kindly declines the pig liver that she offers and opts for the kimchi stew she made for you.

You’re astounded by the boy, effortlessly capturing the heart of both Yahiko and yours despite his shyness and straight-forward replies.

You catch the ghost of a smile on his pink lips until it’s nowhere to be found as soon as Yahiko asks about his parents. There’s no trace of emotion that crosses his darkening expression at the innocent question. The elder must’ve sensed the change in his demeanor, about ready to wave away her question until he beats her to it.

“Ah… they’ve passed away…” he starts out awkwardly, “I live with my pack…”

Eyebrows furrowing, he quickly raises his hands to wave in dismissal, smelling the dreadful amount of pity and sadness from both you and your guardian, “It’s alright, it’s been years… I’ve come to accept their deaths…”

At this you notice the subtle narrow of Yahiko’s eyes before she nods thoughtfully and expresses her condolences and apologizes for her ignorance.

Your mind however is still reveling in the realization that Jungkook had been a child who had to grow up quickly in order to survive among his pack. He had to mature in order to get about with no parents to nurture him. Then again you didn’t know exactly when he’d lost his parents.

“Don’t worry too much,” he mouths to you when you catch his gaze on you.

You can’t help it, frowning back at him before nodding and continuing to eat your dinner.

“Thank you for having me over,” Jungkook bows when it comes time that he decides to take off, “Dinner was delicious.” In his hand is a bag full of plastic containers of leftovers, Yahiko having persuaded him to take home to his pack.

The street lamps are flickering to life at this time, darkness consuming the town as the moon replaces the spot of the sun.

“Come over any time,” Yahiko hums, bowing slightly in return with a motherly smile on her face.

His eyes slide to meet yours, the corners of his mouth twitching as he nods at you, “I’ll see you Monday (Y/n).”

You both watch as he begins his trek home to where his pack is, closing the door once his tall stature is swallowed by the shadows.

“Quite a handsome boy indeed~” Yahiko grins mischievously, prodding your side with her elbow and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you.

Flushing, you swat her arm away from you with a weak frown, “D-don’t get the wrong idea, it’s nothing like that, he just saved me okay, it was a coincidence.”

“But you like him?~” she coos knowingly, eyes flashing their usual vibrant shade of orange, “Don’t lie now darling, let’s not forget that I’m also a supernatural being.”

“Did you not say to keep away from other supernatural shifters at my school though?”

She stares at you blankly.

“This is different.”


“He’s quite a handsome young man, strong… with some good manners, his pack members must be well-rounded,” she sighs dreamily, “Darn myself for asking about his parents… aish~”

You frown, flabbergasted by her behavior, “You’re unbelievable.”

“I wanted to ask you something as well.”

Yahiko perks up at this, nodding a go ahead when you look for permission to shoot away.

“…What is the meaning behind blue eyes? Not like human eyes, but you know… er how your eyes glow orange… but is there a special meaning behind blue eyes?”

At this you can see the immediate change in her expression, a certain kind of seriousness crossing over her aged face as she takes hold of your shoulders to face you towards her. She observes your expression thoroughly, a deep frowning marring her aged face.

“Where’d you see this? At school? On the streets?” her voice is low and harsh, stern as she searches for answers in your eyes, “Stay away from that person - whoever it may be. I don’t care who it is - it could even be that boy from earlier - stay away from them.


Yahiko’s sudden change had you startled and reeling for the rest of the weekend. Just like Hyejin, she - although unknowingly - wants you to stay away from Jeon Jungkook. Did his eyes signify evil? What difference were they from other werewolves? Why did it make him out to be a bad guy when he was nothing like the crazed fiend that had attacked you that night?


You glance up and smile weakly at your friend who’s walking you to your last class of the day, “Yeah, I was just thinking.”

“You look like you’re worried about something, I’m sure there’s nothing to worry your pretty little brain over so don’t stress too much, yeah?” Hyejin returns the smile tenfold, surprising you with a hug before beginning to walk off to her class.

“Hey,” Jungkook says softly when he takes a seat beside you, but he stiffens and glances at you worriedly, “Is something wrong? You… reek of anxiety.”

You deflate at this, “I’m sorry that I stink.”

He waves his hand quickly, wondering if he’d just hurt your feelings, “Ah no, sorry… I didn’t mean it like that…”


He falters, letting his hand fall limp as he appraises your slouched form before making a noise of acknowledgement.

“I’m going to ask this once only, say no and I’ll stop bothering you… what’s the meaning behind your eyes?” You hold your breath, staring down at your shoes and patiently waiting for his response. However he remains silent and you are quick to grow antsy and restless at his lack of response.

“If you don’t want to tell me that’s fine… I’m just confused… I… well my friend is telling me to stay away from you… and Yahiko as well when I asked about the meaning of blue eyes on paranormal beings…”

“They’re right,” he answers simply, “I’m dangerous, you shouldn’t really be hanging around me.”


“Do you want to know?” he asks sternly, thick brows knitting together as he scrutinizes your face.

“Y-yes, of course, please,” you say immediately, sitting significantly straighter when he turns away from you.

“I’ll tell you when I walk you home.”

Such words do wonders to your poor heart, beating wildly as you nod silently and can’t wait for the bell to ring. Your heart falls into beat with each tick of second hand, anticipating the end of the school day and being accompanied by Jungkook once again to your home.

Today is a lab day, just a small procedure to teach the class to create the base of most potions. You follow the directions thoroughly, hands moving easily and quickly as if you’ve done these procedures before. Even your teacher gives you a subtle pat on your shoulder to praise you, to which snickers arise from the witches in the room that it’s a miracle a mere human was able to do something like witchcraft.

“Ah… those witches are a pain in the ass, I’m going to have to deal with their snickers for the next how many months,” you groan as you walk beside Jungkook.

“Jungkookie!” a voice calls enthusiastically, halting the male beside you to turn around and be smothered by a flash of black. You blink glancing over from where it came from to see Kim Taehyung casually following after his friend. He regards you with a flirtatious smile, eyes flashing a prominent amber as you glance down at the day ring decorating his hand.

“You’re that girl from the other day,” he points out, eyes looking you up and down, “The one with the delicious scent.”

“Keep away from her Tae,” Jungkook warns lowly, a rumble emitting from his chest as the ravenette that’s attached to him stiffens at the increase of the magical aura that you definitely feel.

“Calm down Kook,” he says softly, gripping the younger’s shoulder and casting him a cautious look.

“Why are you so territorial about a human girl? You haven’t already imprinted on her have you?” Taehyung snorts, although he backs off with his hands raised to show his innocent intentions.

Imprint? You furrow your eyebrows as Jungkook bristles momentarily before breathing in and out heavily in order to calm himself.

“Don’t worry about that idiot,” he sighs, glancing at you softly, “That’s Taehyung by the way, blood-sucker, and the shortie is Jimin, also a werewolf.”

At this he gets smacks and light punches from the two elders. You can’t help but watch them interact in awe, Jungkook seemingly much more comfortable and laid back with the two boys. As previously told to you by Hyejin as his pack brothers. Surely they had a deep bond with each other.

Jimin glances at you, plump lips spreading into a smile that you can only lamely describe as angelic because holy shit how did one look so damn pretty when they smiled? His brown irises however glimmer a shock of gold and you’re briefly reminded that this is no angel, but a werewolf just like Jungkook who could indeed tear you apart effortlessly with his enhanced abilities.

“You’re a cute one, please take good care of Jungkookie, yeah?”

The said male flushes at this and pouts a his hyung, “Hyung, it’s nothing like that… I’m just going to walk her home… I’ll be back soon.”

You’re not sure how, but at some point you two finally manage to part from the pair and head towards your home. Jungkook is rigid and sighing heavily, probably mentally cursing away at his two pack members.

“I guess I should explain to you now, huh?” he finally says after a while, rubbing at the back of his neck, watching you from the corner of his eyes.

To which you nod eagerly and wait patiently for him to finally answer the question that has been bothering you ever since he told you his eyes were nothing pretty.

“You saw Jimin-hyung’s eyes right?”

“Yeah…” you nod, thinking back to the raven-haired boy, how they briefly glinted a prominent golden shine, “They were yellow… more golden I guess.”

“Correct,” he breathes, trying to calm his nerves, “Most betas, werewolves, their eyes are yellow, and I’m sure you know that alphas glow red.”

He stops walking altogether, heaving a huge breath as he looks at you, “However betas with blue eyes… it indicates that they’ve taken the lives of an innocent.”

You freeze, blood running cold at the revelation.

“I’ve killed, (Y/n), I’m a murderer.”

anonymous asked:

I dont know if you've answered this before, but what are your thoughts pertaining Adam? I've seen headcanons saying he was already dead (when Cas Molotov-ed him) and others saying he's probably a demon (tortured souls eventually break and turn)

Castiel: The human soul, it can only occupy a body while it retains a certain … structural integrity, and this vessel, it was … It was ripped apart on a subatomic level by an archangel.
-The Things We Left Behind 10.09

Like many fans, I wanted to be able to apply this to Adam because I hate the idea of him being trapped in hell for so long. But when I did the fact checking that idea fell apart. 

Jimmy’s soul went to heaven because the vessel was ripped apart at a sub-atomic level, meaning it couldn’t contain any life, including Castiel who died along with Jimmy. Adam’s body wasn’t ripped apart, it was set on fire, and we saw in Stairway to Heaven 9.22 that being doused in holy fire can kill an angel but it doesn’t fully destroy the vessel. We also saw that an angel injured by holy fire can be healed, Cas was going to heal Josiah but he refused and chose death. Michael is much more powerful than Josiah. When Castiel moltoved Michael he told Dean “He’ll be back, and upset, but you got your five minutes.” He knew that Michael was powerful enough to survive the fire but he would have to put it out and heal his vessel before returning to the battlefield. A moltov cocktail wouldn’t have been powerful enough to kill Michael or fully destroy the vessel and those are major differences between his situation and Castiel’s.

We also have the issue of consent. If Adam’s body had been destroyed on a sub-atomic level Michael would have been ejected too (Michael probably would die from that kind of damage but, if he did manage to survive, he’d have to return to his natural state since the vessel was destroyed). We know from Rapture 4.20 and Road Trip 9.10 that if an angel leaves a vessel they can’t re-enter it until the human has given new consent that allows the angel back in. This is why angels don’t take dead bodies as vessel, they need consent from a living soul that owns that vessel. In season 5 the only thing the angels wanted was for Dean and Sam to be vessels, they didn’t care about them as people, and in Dark Side of the Moon 5.16 they both died. If Michael and Lucifer could possess a dead vessel then there would have been no reason to bring them back to life, their bodies were laying in a motel room for anyone to use. The angels resurrected them because a vessel can’t be inhabited without consent. The angels rebuilt Adam’s body and shoved his soul back in because Michael couldn’t possess him without consent. If Adam got sent to heaven when Michael was moltoved then the damage would have been bad enough that Adam’s body would have been destroyed. Michael would have to reassemble the body and put Adam’s soul back in it in order to get consent to re-enter. The only way Michael could have returned to that cemetery and fallen into the pit is if Adam’s soul was in his body. 

The only known angels to inhabit a vessel without another soul inside are Anna and Castiel. Anna grew her body from an embryo after becoming human, the only human soul that owned it was Anna’s which means she had the right to use it. As for Castiel, another thing he said in The Things We Left Behind was “I was reassembled.” Specifically, God re-assembled Cas. God had set up the rules about angels needing permission from a human soul to inhabit a vessel, the canon implies that God bypassed those rules when he shoved Castiel into an empty vessel. The thought did cross my mind “What if, while Michael was off-screen, he died and God shoved him into an empty vessel like he did Cas?” but there is nothing in the canon to even suggest that this happened. That question would fall into the realm of “It’s possible because anything is possible” which is too speculative. In Dark Side of the Moon it was clearly stated that God didn’t want to get involved in Michael and Lucifer’s fight and we have to defer to that canon until we’re told otherwise. 

Unfortunately I can’t find anything in the canon to support Adam’s soul being in heaven. I dug into everything I could think of, I really wanted this one to be possible, but everything I found contradicts that idea.

As for Adam being a demon: that happens when a human soul is twisted in hell and the canon examples we’ve been given of how that’s accomplished is through torture. We don’t know how long this takes but it’s probably different for everyone because certain people are easier to break than others. Another thing to keep in mind is that all of Sam’s memories of the pit are of him and Lucifer, we have no clue what Michael and Adam have been doing down there. It’s possible that Adam became Lucifer’s new play thing after Sam was rescued but it’s also possible that Michael is protecting him. When the cage gets opened Michael will still need a vessel and that vessel needs to be inhabited by a willing, human soul. I can’t imagine an angel being able to enter a vessel on the permission of a demon, all of the humanity has been stripped from a demon and they no longer have a soul. I think it’s likely that Michael has been protecting Adam so that his soul will remain human and Michael will be able to use him as a vessel again. 

The canon points to Adam’s soul being trapped in the pit but there’s a chance that he hasn’t been tortured or demonized. For all we know he and Michael are down there playing an endless game of 20 Questions while Lucifer groans at them to shut the hell up.

Ra, the god of the sun, had three important aspects. As the Creator of the universe he was symbolized by the head of a scarab and was called Khepera, which signified the resurrection of the soul and a new life at the end of the mortal span. The mummy cases of the Egyptian dead were nearly always ornamented with scarabs. Usually one of these beetles, with outspread wings, was painted on the mummy case directly over the breast of the dead. The finding of such great numbers of small stone scarabs indicates that they were a favorite article of adornment among the Egyptians. Because of its relationship to the sun, the scarab symbolized the divine part of man’s nature. The fact that its beautiful wings were concealed under its glossy shell typified the winged soul of man hidden within its earthly sheath. The Egyptian soldiers were given the scarab as their special symbol because the ancients believed that these creatures were all of the male sex and consequently appropriate emblems of virility, strength, and courage.

Plutarch noted the fact that the scarab rolled its peculiar ball of dung backwards, while the insect itself faced the opposite direction. This made it an especially fitting symbol for the sun, because this orb (according to Egyptian astronomy) was rolling from west to east, although apparently moving in the opposite direction. An Egyptian allegory states that the sunrise is caused by the scarab unfolding its wings, which stretch out as glorious colors on each side of its body–the solar globe–and that when it folds its wings under its dark shell at sunset, night follows. Khepera, the scarab-headed aspect of Ra, is often symbolized riding through the sea of the sky in a wonderful ship called the Boat of the Sun.  -Many P. Hall  “Secret Teachings of All Ages” (Fishes, Insects, Animals, Reptiles and Birds).

anonymous asked:

Hi! You talk about fan fic a lot- what are your favorites?

Uhh I might have posted this answer before? Maybe not. Here you go!


What if another one of Kai’s victims was trapped with him in 1994? Skye tries to forge friendships with Bonnie and Damon in order to get home, but will she be able to fight against Kai’s machinations? Or will she give into them like always?

by @tjbinx, The Vampire Diaries


but still, like dust, i’ll rise

Elena returns from the Other Side human. With the knowledge that the only thing more valuable than doppelganger blood is human doppelganger blood, and the desperate need to get out Mystic Falls at any cost, Elena turns to the one place she’s sure she’ll be safe: New Orleans.

certain dark things

AU from 2x10. The doppelganger is alive, and ready to surrender. Damon and Elijah are both too late; Elena is taken to Klaus just like she wanted, one month before the next full moon, and one month before he’s going to kill her. It’s a dangerous game she has to play, and Elena knows better than to think she could win it; all she can do is whatever it takes to maybe, just maybe, not lose.

by @alisonhastings, The Vampire Diaries


bewitched me body & soul 

She will not lose herself and she will cling onto the name that has defined her for ten years. Elena Gilbert is not going to be the thief of hearts or a plot-tool. No, she will be her own character in this tale, the heroine who will not let anyone dictate who she should be.

A smile curled her lips, a new one this face has never made.

Write her own story.

She liked the sound of that.

(Where Elena Gilbert remembers her past doppelganger lives and isn’t going to stand being used as a sacrifice or a martyr this time around. Doppelganger mythology, Original drama, the Salvatores, and a whole lot more come into play. Let the dices roll. Let it begin.)

by SSAerial, The Vampire Diaries


Sink or Swim 

All her life it had felt like a struggle to stay afloat, and she was hell bent on swimming. But when she finds herself completely submerged under water, she doesn’t exactly get a choice in the matter. Jamie Gilbert’s life was a wreck. A complete and utter catastrophe from beginning till end - How’s that for a eulogy?

by EyeballChambers, The Vampire Diaries


Run Like Hell 

Born a city elf, Azry Tabris will fight in her mother’s name to end the Blight and show the entire world that the elven people are still to be respected, and that one person can make every difference.

by @teenytabris, Dragon Age



Luminosity is an AU reworking of the Twilight story where Bella is a rational self-knowledge junkie. Inspired by “Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality”. Requires no knowledge of or affection for Twilight canon.

by @luminousalicorn, Twilight


Adventures of a Line Hopper

The moment Buffy saw the Doctor, she knew she had to kill him.

by secooper87, Doctor Who/Buffy the Vampire Slayer


Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem

The invasion of Konoha during the chuunin exam didn’t fail. Team seven is broken, people are dead, and Sakura is hurt and frightened and a very long way from home.

Alternative summary: In which Sakura carries half of Hidan across two countries, leaving a trail of blood, bodies, and other people’s legs.

Faith and the Devil 

It was eleven AM on a Saturday and I was sitting at the desk, spreading a disappointing Vegemite substitute across an equally disappointing piece of gluten free toast. The only thing that wasn’t innately disappointing was that I’d made a very good cup of tea. It was still steaming in my giant, garish mug and I was counting on it to make this breakfast worth getting up for.

Less than an hour later, Lucius Malfoy would be trying to convince me I was his long lost daughter.

by @tozettewrites, Naruto and Harry Potter respectively


Edge of Tomorrow

The Original Hybrid would not be the first fictional character from a fictional world Amanda Warren would discover was actually terrifyingly real. But when Klaus is snared by the same trap that first captured her, the two are thrown into a whirlwind of parallel universes.

by DayStorm, The Originals (and others)


After Life

A story attempting to integrate Sigyn into the wider 616 universe. Featuring lots about the importance of lady friendships. And Loki. Because he refuses to go away. Starts not long after Siege and ends sometime in between Young Avengers Vol. 2 and Loki: Agent of Asgard

by @barbeauxbot, Marvel 616


Deja Vu and Dreams

This ninja business? It isn’t for the faint of heart. Luckily Aiko is far from faint, even if she did get stuck with a ridiculously girly name.

by @electraposts, Naruto


Hello, Time Bomb

The success of an undertaking is not determined by its necessity. The Lazarus Project was never likely to succeed.

by @omgmussimm, Mass Effect


Aaaand thats all I have energy for. I hope you like them!

High Hopes

(submitted by sunflowerolive)

“Where did we start?”

He had sunlight in his veins and fire on his shoulders. He burned.

He had moonlight in his hair and constellations on his skin. He glowed.

Together, they flourished, erupting fireworks and galaxies throughout their world in celebration and remembrance of each other. Witnessing one another was a rare chore, as they were parallel, created with the bind to never meet.

The moon pulled waves of black, churning sea in its journey across the dimming sky as the sunset bled. From times of blatantly admiring one another through eyes that grinned with mirth from opposite sides of the world, this was their beginning. They passed each other.

The sun brightened with vehemently high hopes of catching the moon’s dark eye. Lips of the latter, ones that curved with affectionate charm, drummed words of magnanimity into the oiled canvas of the sun, who offered a gleeful sentence of broken praise in return.

They parted, a tapestry of forbidden fascination woven by their brushed fingertips.

The sun settled to articulate the appearance of each individual star as they appeared to blink down at the mortal world. He stayed, fingers tingling with nerves from where he had delicately counted the dapples of silver against the moon, wondering to himself just how could someone so alive have hands that were bitten with death?

Even so, I hope we meet again.

I wrote you a little something about Yoonseok during my free time doing a writing challenge. It was only supposed to be 140 words but 140 turned into 230 because of my extra ass, so yeah. I did however try to keep the prose within reason because people aren’t happy with it so this is a thing I did. It’s absolutely awful and I’m really sorry but I figured I should submit it anyway. AND IT’S NOT ANGST FOR ONCE IN MY GOD DAMN LIFE I’M PROUD

[I LOV E YO U!!!!!]

Planetary exploration does not recognize national borders. Planetary science is inherently a collective endeavor that at some level demands a planetary, not national identity of those who practice it, as scientists from Earth try to understand our near neighbors. Many astronauts have commented on the striking absence of political boundaries on Earth when seen from space. Something of the same perspective is demanded of those of us who are stuck down here looking up, sharing resources and attempting to unravel the story of the planets.
– David Grinspoon, ‘Venus Revealed’ 

The photograph above is one of the most profoundly humbling images returned from humanity’s extension of itself since the Apollo 8 “Earthrise” photo taken by human astronauts upon emerging from the far dark side of the Moon. Referred to as the “Pale Blue Dot” image, this photo was taken at a distance of 3.7 billion miles away from our quaint planetary home. The significance of this image, however, does more than compel us to ponder our existence and view ourselves from a baffling vantage point in space. It represents an era of human ambition we reference in passing as the “Golden Age of Planetary Exploration”. 

(Above) Voyager spacecraft; launch day.

During the 60′s and 70′s, the American space program (NASA, JPL) surged with burgeoning technological development, data collection, applicable catalysts of innovation which spurred progress in other industries amongst our society, and at the height of it all, this image was taken of our home during the Voyager 1 and Voyager 2 “Grand Tour” of the solar system. Using gravitational assist to essentially “slingshot” their way through the solar system, the spacecraft duo encountered an assortment of vibrant, enigmatic, and active features amongst the known outer planets while surveying dozens of moons and returning a wealth of iconic data before gracefully exiting the solar system. We’ve had numerous planetary surveillance missions since then, from Galileo, Messenger, and Cassini, to LADEE, Rosetta, Dawn, and the Mars Orbiter Mission. During the 60′s and 70′s however, things seemed to be ramping up, rather than slowing down. 

(Above) New Horizons on launch day.

Now, with New Horizons’ mission to Pluto and the Kuiper Belt, we’re feeling that excitement we once felt not so long ago while surveying these seemingly familiar but not so well understood worlds. It’s important to mention this because our willingness to explore, develop new technologies, and carry out bold endeavors never faded. As legislative seats moved around and Congressional budgets allocated funding to “more important” areas of our society (i.e., election-cycle, shorter-term priorities), the drought for planetary exploration funding - let alone human spaceflight and space exploration funding in general - has become much more pronounced, leading to low visibility amidst the public, which is why the Curiosity mission to Mars, the Rosetta spacecraft rendezvous with a comet, and this New Horizons flyby of Pluto are currently holding the attention of the world. We simply aren’t exploring like we used to (be able to do). Although this appears to be a grim view, I’m optimistic about the future of space exploration with so many countries investing into their own programs and new launch providers at the helm which are already ushering in truly revolutionary new mechanisms from the nano to macro scale.

Read: ‘The dark future of American space exploration: NASA’s golden age is about to come to a thudding halt’ 

(Above) New Horizons spacecraft, November 2005 at Kennedy Space Center.

New Horizons represents something powerful. As we all celebrate this exciting moment in history (which is indeed poised to rewrite it upon arrival), reflect on the near-incomprehensible distance this spacecraft is from its womb. The “Pale Blue Dot” image of Earth was taken at a distance of 3.7 billion miles. Pluto is 4.67 billion miles away. Viewing the Earth from Pluto would be difficult to discern amidst the (Carl’s words) “bastion and the citadel of the stars.” 

After the celebrations fade and the news media withdrawals its coverage of extraterrestrial activity, don’t let your own ambitions and hopes for our discovery and exploration retire amongst the humdrum daily routine we’ve become so comfortable. Demand more from your legislators, government, and yourself. Get involved with a local astronomical society. Explore a career in the STEM fields in preparation for your own activity in the space industry. Launch your own project by funding it through Endeavorist! Above all, stay curious and share your #PlutoFlyBy experience with others. 

– Rich Evans (sagansense) | Science Evangelist, endeavorist


the stalks bear up
and offer
bits of bloomed sky

shallow that blues the ground
this satin flood

moths lost in this dome
turn in a corflower wash
return to a flaxflower bowl

floated me
all far from my hands

and only when the moths
face at me their shining sides
their dark false eyes

and only if
the moon’s wide trail
may i turn to draw away


Tagalog, the language of the Philippines, is not an uncommon thing to hear in my household. Like many children all over the world, my daughter arrived home from the hospital to find a Filipino baby nurse. Vangie was with her from the very beginning of her life and in time my daughter came to know her son, her daughter-in law, their kids — and in time, an extended family and friends — in New Jersey, Southern California and the Bay Area — and of course, most importantly, Jacques, Vangie’s grandson, her best friend, from whom she has been inseparable since infancy — her older brother in every way but biological. Partners in crime. If I go back through old photos today, at least half will be of the two of them together. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, vacations and birthdays, are celebrated together, our families in and out of each others’ homes interchangeably.

So, I have noticed some things, some features of Filipino daily life that I thought worth investigating. There’s always singing, for instance. Everybody seems to sing — an affinity passed on to my daughter. Family — and church, of course, loom large (even in my otherwise atheistic household). And food. My daughter is no stranger to sisig and sinigang and adobo and holds me in disregard for being unable to procure her the delicious Filipino pastries and breads she finds at her other family’s home. She knows a few phrases in Tagalog and looks at me pityingly when I don’t know what she’s talking about.

Nothing goes to waste around here. Anything, no matter how small, that could be of use to anyone who might need it back home, gets packed in a big box and sent to the other side of the world — if not to family members, to someone in need.

So, that’s what this episode is really about. It’s NOT about the Philippines. How could it be? There are over 7000 islands in the Philippine archipelago and I’m pretty sure I’ll die ignorant of most of them. It’s not even about Filipinos — as my experience, however intimate, is limited in the extreme.
And, as it turned out, our plans to explore beyond Manila were foiled by typhoon.

This episode is an attempt to address the question of why so many Filipinos are so damn caring. Why they care so much — for each others — for strangers. Because my experience is far from unusual. Hundreds of thousands — maybe millions of children have been raised by Filipino nannies. Usually mothers of their own children who they were forced to leave behind in the Philippines. Doctors, nurses, housekeepers, babysitters, in so many cases, people who you’d call “caregivers” but who, in every case I’ve ever heard of, actually care. Where does this kindness, this instinct for…charity come from?

For sure, to go abroad and look after others is a huge part of the Philippine economy. Overseas workers account for an enormous and vital part of the lives of those who remain. The government cannot be counted on to take care of its people — and Filipinos often have had to get really good at a do-it-yourself way of getting by, and hopefully, rising up. You see that attitude everywhere in Manila — in the makeshift Jeepneys that shuttle people to work and back, to the cobbled together homes in the poorer districts. Hammered together scrap wood but swept, kept clean, decorated with flowers or holiday decorations.

Not everyone in the Philippines, I should stress, has such limited options — but it is the overseas worker –and those they have had to leave behind, who interest me most this episode. I guess you could say it’s personal.

You will meet, in this episode, one woman — only one (and there are many, many like her) — who, in her 30 years abroad, separated from her children, raised DOZENS of people up, sent them to school, helped to improve their lives, built homes — before finally returning, her kids now middle aged. It is an astounding story — and not at all an unusual one.

There was one other bit of business I had to investigate.

For years now, in hotel bars in Chiang Mai, in lobbies in Singapore, cocktail lounges in Colombo and Kuala Lumpur and Hong Kong, wherever I go, I find a Filipino cover band able, on request, to play Dark Side of the Moon note for note — before moving on to Happy Birthday (in English, German or Cantonese), Patsy Cline, Celine Dion — and then Welcome to the Jungle.
I had to know more. Where do they all come from?

I hope the overseas Filipinos and our fans in the Philippines like this episode more than they liked the last one on our other show. This is certainly not the definitive show on the Philippines — and it will not be our last show there.

I imagine this time around there will be tears. At least I hope so.

We tried to do right by people who’ve been very, very good to us.

Meta: Let’s talk about drugs in Danger Days.

And I don’t mean hard drugs, I mean prescription drugs.

It’s important to note that I am European, and the reason of this distinction will become clear as I talk about prescription drugs advertisement.

The idea of a medicated future is not a new one in science fiction.
You can notably find it in “Brave New World” with Soma. It is distributed by the government, to keep the population sedated and peaceful.
Huxley says “If ever by some unlucky chance such a crevice of time should yawn in the solid substance of their distractions, there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a weekend, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon; returning whence they find themselves on the other side of the crevice, safe on the solid ground of daily labor and distraction.” It is a drug to fill the down time between totalitarian work-time.
You can see the link with BLI, I’m sure, and its drug culture. You can watch the video of the BLI Chairman talking about BLI quest for quietening the mind and delivering the masses of the burden of unwanted emotions. In Danger Days, BLI is not only a massive corporation, it literally owns Battery City, its news outlet, police forces, laws, medical facilities, and all facets of the Bat City citizens lives.
We also know thanks to the comic book that the dracs mask is actually a psychotropic brain controlling device.

You’ve probably all seen the BLI advertisement video on youtube. There are two of them, one is called Medication, and the other Mousekat in “the miracle worker”.
Now, I’ve always thought that these advertisement were over the top and a clear sign of sci-fi dystopia. Turns out, it’s because I’m not from the United States.
It is legal in the United States of America to advertise prescription drugs, which I only recently learnt. You can turn the TV on and watch drug ads for a whole 24h by switching channels. (And here I’ll ask, why advertise a product you cannot buy without medical prescription? But that’s an other debate I think.) 

My point is, it is not that strange in the USA to see drug advertisement and, rather than inscribing the Danger Days universe in an extreme dystopia as it did with me, it actually gives it a link to present time and reality. In the USA, prescription drugs names are pretty well known while, where I live, over the counter drugs and produces are much more well known, and I say well known but I could probably give you maximum 3 to 5 names if pressed, and it would be for aspirin and bruises cream, because they’re the ones advertised… If I know the names of Xanax or Valium, it is because I watched American TV and movies.

In what little we know of canon, killjoys seems to be absolutely off any sort of medication, and what is consumed is closer to hard drugs, or in The Mad Gear’s case… caffeine.
But it simply cannot be so.

The fandom has a MASSIVE amount of trans characters, and some require hormones treatment. Mental illness is also a huge thing among killjoys OCs, and pills and medication is an important subject. My own OC suffers from depression and chronic pain and does not take anything that isn’t natural remedies for fear of BLI pills. 

Because that’s where the problem of drugs lays in the Danger Days universe.
Medication is not inherently bad. Far from it. But BLI made it something to be feared and, quite often in fanfictions or RPs, a character has to go through detox and withdrawal from unnecessary pills and mood changers from BLI.

How can you trust BLI pills in the desert when you know what they do in the city?
What guaranty do you have that the pills smuggled from the city are safe and devoid of any mood changer?
How can you be sure that these pills you just trades or bought weren’t distributed for the express purpose of being sold in the desert in an effort to subdue rebels.

My point is that BLI and Bat City, or what we know if it, make it impossible to just accept drugs and medication at face value, because there is only one source of production for them, and it is Better Living Industries. The very foe you fight.

Let’s talk about that.

anonymous asked:

Nate was returning home from a concert,having to carry his backpack and guitar.The moon was already high and full,the light making the path for the musician.Distracted,he didn't notice his bag opened and the contents were spreaded along the floor."G-God damn it"He mumbled kneeling to recollect,leaving his guitar by his side. He felt a cold breeze and a presence behind him. ( @natewantstofuck )

“I enjoyed your performance,” dark spoke, his voice echoing off of unseen walls. He stood tall looking down at the man picking his things up. His hands clasped behind his back. The world around him bleeding monochrome colors tinted with jerking red and blue hues

Chapter 168: HE WILL COME BACK

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Estreline: Big thx to Sae for making this chapter even more beautiful and hoping everyone would enjoy this bittersweet chapter ♡♡"

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Why DON’T I ship destiel?

because I DON’T.

But since THAT isn’t good enough for the destiehellers, I shall elaborate.

In Are you there God, It’s me Dean Winchester, when Dean shows a little attitude towards Castiel, Cas tells him, “You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in.“ Now, in Lazarus Rising, when Dean asked Castiel, why he was pulled out of Hell, Castiel told him, ”Because God commanded it,“ which would make you reason that IF Castiel decided that Dean was being too uppity and he sent him back down to Hell, Chuck would be pissed at Castiel. Regardless of that, THAT line, DOESN’T sound like love to me. Plus Dean is pissed at Castiel in that episode, I do not see any love between them.

In In the Beginning, Castiel is cold and aloof towards Dean. Castiel tells Dean at the end of the episode, “Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we’re not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will”. Threatening Sam? Never a good thing. Let me ask the destiehellers something, if someone threatened YOUR sibling with death (which is what THAT was), would YOU jump in bed with him/her? Think about it.

In It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester, Sam finally meets the person responsible for giving him back Dean, he has a lot of ‘respect’ for this person and this person calls him “The boy with the demon blood”. More Sam insults. More hostility between Dean and the angels (Castiel and Uriel). Still, not feeling the love.

At the end of The Rapture, a re-Jimmy-vesseled Castiel tells Dean, “I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean. I serve heaven, I don’t serve man, and I certainly don’t serve you.” Nope, no love in that line, either.

In Good God, Y'all, Castiel yells at Dean, “I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I’m hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself.” Nope, that doesn’t sound like a declaration of love, either.

In Free to Be, You and Me, Castiel barges in on Dean, who tells him, ”Cas, we’ve talked about this. Personal space?“ Considering how little personal space there is between SAM and Dean at times, THIS screams ‘get the fuck away from me’. But then, it could just be me.

In Dark Side of the Moon, when Castiel tells him that he is in Heaven, Dean asks Cas, where is Sam. Castiel ASSUMES that Sam is in the same heaven as Dean. ”Alright. A road. For you it’s a road. Follow it, Dean. You’ll find Sam.“ Even CASTIEL knows that Sam and Dean are soulmates.

99 Problems, and Castiel says about Sam, ”Sam, of course, is an abomination.“ Yep, keep insulting Sam.

In Point of No Return, Castiel (of his own free will, not being MIND CONTROLLED) beat Dean. Abuse =/= Love.

At the end of Swan Song, after he has healed Dean and they are in the Impala, does Castiel and/or Dean declare his love for the other? NO, they talk and then Castiel leaves Dean. THAT proves that there is nothing canon about destiehell. THAT was the moment for Dean to disregard his ‘promise’ to Sam and NOT go to Lisa, but he didn’t.

When (Soulless) Sam is standing under the lamppost and is spying on Lisa’s house and then walks AWAY from DEAN, THAT was also a moment for Castiel to run and claim Dean as his own. After The Man Who would be King, we find out that Castiel was there all the time, spying on (Soulless) Sam. He would have to know that there was something off about Sam, But he still didn’t go to Dean.

WHO claimed Dean in season 6’s first episode? Soulless Sam, that’s who. We know that Castiel lied and spied on Dean, throughout the 'year’ Dean was with Lisa, and season 6 and still never 'proclaimed’ his love for Dean. When Dean and Sam asked him, how Sam got out of the cage, Castiel tap danced and lied through his teeth that he had no idea.

After Dean gets Death to re-soul Sam, and put the protective wall around the Hell memories, Castiel brings down that wall, to force Dean from coming after him. Only thing worse than insulting Sammy, is hurting him. Nope, Dean is not going to love somebody that hurts his baby brother.

In Meet the New Boss, Dean binds Death, so that he will kill Castiel after he has been souped up on Purgatory souls. Castiel says to Dean, ”You’ve erased any nostalgia I had for you, Dean.“ Dean orders Death to kill him, but Castiel breaks the bind on Death and he doesn’t. Not feeling the love.

At the end of Survival of the Fittest, when Dean and Castiel find themselves in Purgatory, Castiel disappears and leaves Dean to fend for himself. He later explains, that it was to keep the fuglies from Dean, but the fuglies STILL went after Dean, so THAT explanation is bullshit. You love somebody, you don’t leave them alone in a dangerous situation.

Castiel beats Dean (again) in Goodbye Stranger, whether it was mind control or not, it was still a beating. Abuse =/= Love. And definitely doesn’t call for an 'i love you’ from victim to his abuser.

In Clip Show, there is this exchange that screams anything BUT love:

   CASTIEL: Dean. I’m sorry.

   DEAN:  For what?

   CASTIEL: For everything.

   DEAN: Everything? Like, uh… Like ignoring us?


   DEAN: Or like bolting off with the Angel Tablet, then losing it 'cause you didn’t trust me? You didn’t trust me.


   DEAN: Yeah. Nah, that’s not gonna cut it. Not this time. So you can take your little apology and you cram it up your ass.

   CASTIEL: Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing.

   DEAN: Yeah, you always do.

In Sacrifice, When Naomi tells Dean and Castiel the truth in regards to the demon’s trial and that Sam will die, Castiel tries to convince Dean that she is lying. Dean tells Castiel that he needs to get to Sam ‘NOW’. Dean picks Sam over Castiel.

In I’m no Angel, when Gadreel!Sam tells Dean that if Castiel stays in the bunker than Gadreel (and Sam) will have to leave, Dean tells CASTIEL to leave. Dean picks Sam over Castiel AGAIN.

In Road Trip, when Crowley is torturing Gadreel!Sam, and Dean leaves the room. IT IS NOT because he wants 'alone’ time with Castiel. IT IS because he doesn’t like the sound of his baby brother in pain. NOT a damn thing to do with Castiel. That could have been anybody, and Dean would have started talking to them to distract himself from Sam’s screams.

In Soul Survivor, he and Hannah are driving to the bunker to help cure Demon!Dean and he tells her, “Sam is alone in this. He’s attempting to change Dean from demon to human with a cure of sanctified blood, but … There’s no guarantee that will work. If it doesn’t, then Dean is gone and the demon must be dealt with.” So while, Sam is stopping at NOTHING to cure his brother, Castiel has already written Dean off and is ready to kill ‘the demon’. Yep, totes love. 

The Prisoner, Mark of Cain Dean FINALLY gets a bit of payback and beats Castiel and gets thisclose to stabbing his angel ass, but doesn’t. He does tell Castiel afterwards, “You and Sam stay the hell away from me. Next time I won’t miss”. Not feeling the love from Dean either. 

The Bad Seed, and once again Castiel beats on Dean. 


Dean and Castiel are friends and Cas is considered a ‘brother’, but that is it. 

New Moon [Sequel to “Phases”]

<< Phases // New Moon >>

Summary: Jungkook was just a boy who was in love with the moon. And you were a girl who thought you could be his moon, but you were nothing except a phase.

Genre: angst

A/N: OH MY GOD ITS HERE !!! lmao i hope you guys like it~

In the beginning, you believed he would come back. You held that faith so securely in your heart that it became your gravity. In every dream that haunted your troubled slumbers, he was there saying “I’m sorry, it’s all a mistake.” with an breathtaking embrace to fortify the fantasy. You waited, and waited, and waited, hoping that one day the moon will return him back to you just as abruptly as it had robbed him away.

At first it was days.

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