Sooo, ALL! of this draw is actually Team bonding, they’re having a sleepover in Tendou’s place for the Golden Week, (Holidays week), Kawanishi and Yamagata are playing Persona Q! a crossover of P3 and P4, Tendou is talking about how Tsutomu looks like him when he was a child and that maybe in the future he’ll have his curret hairstyle, Semisemi doesn’t have the heart to deny it, in a previous talk Ushijima promised Shirabu that ‘’Obviously we’ll keep in touch after graduation’’ and Shirabu died, they are just a big family. Save Reon.
Narrative structure as Dean/Cas possibilities/viewpoints in Dabb Era
I’m sitting here trying to remember the “lesson” of all the cases this past season and really I do think it’s all going to point to what’s coming next for Dean and Cas. Besides some mirrors that portray Mary against Sam and Dean’s histories, there’s been a few cases of one sided love (12x07 and the one with the camping couple where the girl was leaving but the guy loved her more than she loved him) , one of a lover “saving” another by dying with them (12x13), one accidentally getting a best friend killed (12x06), two settling for a reanimated sibling instead of living without them (12x11 and 12x20). I’m sure there’s more (but since I mostly stopped caring deeply where Dean/Cas was going I stopped looking at this show through the meta/predictive lens). It all feels like possible depictions and shades of Dean and Cas’ relationship as it has now found itself. Which situation are they most like? We can’t really tell… for one, because the season isn’t done, and for two because we are given multiple relationship avenues/labels for them while simultaneously committing to none. We see no definitive outcome/depiction for Dean and Cas in a way that can be deemed consistent.
This right here is why it has looked like there’s no narrative structure this season (well, this and the fact that the few Mary mirrors we have been given have just seemingly been shown with no greater purpose than to recap old history, PLUS with no brotherly conflict this year the show hasn’t focused any structural efforts towards the Dean/Sam relationship depiction so when it compares Dean/Cas to siblings it’s a bit jarring). In Carver era, for example, the Dean/Cas relationship was ALWAYS depicted by interspecies/interracial relationships or same sex relationships, or sometimes both. Because of this CONSISTENT defining structure you could always tell the “status” of Dean and Cas’ relationship by looking at these particular “C” plot character mirrors/folds.
In Dabb era this is no longer the case.
My mind compares it to a car now being put in reverse (exclusively romantic being dropped for mixed ones), that has hit the metaphorical gas, but is miraculously being dragged forward by something stronger, a narrative burnout if you will. And that something is the text. The mirrors no longer need to be so precise because Dean is being fairly verbal to Cas this season, and Cas’ problems (the main two being he’s still probably suicidal in his need to clean up his messes while protecting Dean and Sam and he’s feeling eternally “put out” by Heaven by which this season human/Angel interaction “rules” gets an extended highlight and a full episode) are what is driving half the story and have been given a fair bit of text/dialogue themselves.
The whole thing feels like a now blended label of what Cas is specifically to Dean. But since the text is creeping towards being more clear, the subtext and structure can theoretically, therefore, be more loose if the storyline was still a possibility on their radar. Really, I don’t know how I feel about it. As many of you know (or hell, might not know since I mostly converted my blog into an art blog), I was a loud canon supporter and structural meta writer who supported Carver hard (I thought we were headed fast into canon text in S9 before I realized Sam’s “cure” was going to derail the storyline), but became fairly jaded because it became increasingly clear that he was going to leave the subtext as subtext. Like Korrasami, Destiel was canon because of the narrative mirror comparisons (which told the story where the characters would not put said feelings into actual words/text), but easily ignored if it wasn’t your thing. Text is harder to ignore, obviously. So here I am making this post because I’m beginning to see talk of canon again.
While the structured narrative subtext is no longer romantic exclusive for Dean and Cas, the text is, somehow, amazingly, getting closer for Dean to either tell Cas explicitly some feelings in text, or for Dean to give Cas a big romantic gesture (whether this will be healthy is unlikely, but let’s face it… Dean loves in unhealthy ways) of some sort (most possibly in a way that “saves” Cas and/or mourns him in death). I always said I’d be honest with how I felt the show was portraying Dean and Cas and this is currently it. This is what it looks like they are currently doing and setting up. But make no mistake, without a cohesive romantic mirroring structure the whole thing looks narratively weaker and all together more unlikely to lead to canon (regardless of SPN’s history with this storyline’s execution or rather lack there of). But on the plus side, those that want/discuss canon will no look as “delusional” when discussing this possible narrative scenario because it’s definitely no longer being told mostly through wardrobe cues/lighting and other characters. Dean and Cas are using words and actions. We just don’t know yet what *exactly* is going to be said/done between them and we still likely won’t know the true extent for some time.
I think one of the misconceptions about Loki is that he is looking to cause chaos, but rarely have I experienced Loki causing chaos just for the sake of chaos.
Change, chaotic change, serves a purpose as the quickest way to get from point a to b. Or it’s for fun. Or because certain fuckers are asshats and really need to have things go wrong for them. Or because Really, Trust Me, Hold My Beer, This Is Gonna Be Great and you end up with some awesome stuff, or in the same vein it’s “Look these rules suck and if we say, DON’T play by the rules there might be some bumps but it will be totally worth it” and you end up with a foldable ship and a lightning hammer.
And change is fucking scary for a lot of people, especially when the change doesn’t follow rules or connect-the-dots steps or moments to adjust, so really it’s no wonder a lot of people are wary of Loki and I know with all this I sound slightly ridiculous going “No, dude- DUDE. It’s totally worth it. It’s amazing. Just do it it is so much fun oh my gods.” on the subject of working with him.
“Don’t come over, alright?” Stiles pleads to Scott. “And
keep the others away too. Please. He’s okay, I swear, but just… no people.”
“For how long?” Scott asks.
“I-” Stiles’ voice breaks. He powers on before Scott can say
anything. “I’m not sure. Just give me time.”
Stiles hangs up, then gets into the jeep.
Derek’s in an old hoodie of Stiles’. It’s pathetically thin
from age, but better than nothing.
Whatever memories Derek has lost, had taken from him, or
suppressed, he knows enough to have put his seatbelt on already, so Stiles gets
the jeep moving and starts the heating.
“Thank you.” Derek says; softly and without effort.
Stiles can’t speak. The ease of acknowledgement is not Derek.
He nods, then focuses on driving and keeping the wheel
steady though his hands shake.
Derek is quiet on the drive, and Stiles tries not to stare
at him like he wants. To reassure himself over and over that Derek is alive and
breathing and back with him. He doesn’t want to make Derek more uncomfortable
than he already is, a state apparent to Stiles from Derek’s nervous habit of
tracing his thumb in a circle over his palm.
Seems some things go deeper than memory. The question is,
what things? If Derek doesn’t know he’s a werewolf, there’s going to be one
very frustrating conversation in Stiles’ future, and he’ll need outside help,
which he wants to avoid for as long as possible.
First step though, reacquaint Derek with his apartment. With
a shower and a warm bed and his own clothes and enough food that he’ll feel it
for hours afterwards. That’s Stiles plan.
Oh My Gosh! just read your mad sweeney fanfic, I'm obsessed. <3 Can I request as well? Possessive/jealous mad sweeney with reader at the bar, waitress!reader is getting bothered by a customer at the bar. Sweeney sees across the bar, takes matters into his own hands. Can be a little smutty?
Oh Anon I fuckin love the idea of possessive Mad Sweeney, so so much. I know this might not be what you were after, but I like the idea of sweet possessive Sweeney just the tiniest bit more than Sweeney who fucks like he fights. Didn’t end up being all that smutty but I couldn’t write anymore, my brain just went blank, and I like making pretty much every smut scene I write different.
It’s a normal night at the bar, you start your shift at 5.30, grinning from ear to ear as you hear a familiar Irish drawl in your ear. You turn around as you tie a knot in your apron, titling your head up to meet Sweeney’s gaze. He grins down at you with a twinkle in his eye, holding a coin out with his tongue. You get up on tip toes, grabbing it gently before you thank him. He leans down to press a kiss on the top of your forehead before he disappears into the crowd.
You grin to yourself as you make your way behind the bar, smiling at customers, greeting the regulars. The bar gets really busy as the night goes on, Sweeney drops past the bar for a drink every hour or so, checking up on you like the worrisome boy you know he is. You go on serving, taking drinks over to tables when another girl starts the later half the shift, taking over bar duty.
You balance the tray on your forearm, navigating through the crowd, twisting through gaps and muttering polite excuse me’s and sorry’s as you squeeze between people. You stop by a table of four or five men, setting the tray down so you could place the new ones on the table, collecting up the old glasses.
One of them slurs a pick up line at you, clearly getting tipsy. You force a polite smile, lifting the tray full of empty shot and pint glasses, heading back to the bar ignoring the catcalling coming from behind you. It wasn’t uncommon for people to get piss drunk while they were out, although catcallers and assholes were far and few in between shifts. But since it was a Friday night, it seemed like all of them were makin’ an appearance.