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13x06 quick points

Cas knows Dean would keep the colt under his pillow and is an angry sleeper.

Dean trusts Cas to make him his coffee and Cas knows to “just wait here then” until he’s finished. Cas allows Dean to dress him up in his favourite fetish and eye rolls but goes along with it. When he’s adorably awkward Dean just rolls his own eyes and has another “don’t ever change” moment. #married.

Cas has sat down and watched Dean’s favourite fetish, a cowboy movie, with Dean, likely together on his bed eating salty and sweet popcorn.

That whole scene was an old married couple, they were even more married than people I know who are ACTUALLY married. The writers have no chill.

Sam addresses Dean’s swift mental turnaround now that Cas is back then as Dean no-homos it (again) Sam closes the closet door on the conversation.

Sam automatically splits the group up into Sam/Jack and Dean/Cas with no question and no one bats an eye.

Dean doesn’t make Sam wear a cowboy hat, Just Cas.

Athena looked just like the cowboy girl in the motel room and Cas just like the guy.

The ghoul could not be more of a metaphor for John and yet another facade metaphor for the MotW.

Cas called Dean a bear.

DAVY WAS THERE A QUOTA OF FABULOUS YOU JUST SMASHED OR WHAT?!

So here it is, also, I apologize for the choice of song- someone made me listen to it non-stop on a road trip and it got stuck in my head. 

Yet ANOTHER thing I did not finish, one day though…. one day.

There’s another one of these in progress at the moment!

This is IT. This is your opportunity to awaken. Why not use it?
Do not let another moment go by where you’re sitting there and believing and thinking something is wrong somewhere. It’s interesting, when you stop thinking of joy, when you stop thinking of sadness, when you stop thinking of good things and bad things — again, something wonderful happens to you, for you are no longer attached to anything. Yet in this non-attachment, you feel love and kindness, beauty and joy, in a totally different way.
Why not awaken now? Will you do this for me? Wake up.
Do me a favor. Stop playing these games.
—  Robert Adams
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They fixed the asynchrony of the crowd so now Numb sounds as intended

I still really appreciate the group dynamic Halo: Reach had. Your player character had a clear role in the story and the characters had their own relationships; it wasn’t a character-based game by far but it made sure to show little moments of people patting one another on the back. You go from playing an outsider to the person who shoulders the burdens of that entire squad and gets the gift/curse of its grief handed to you in different ways – Sara’s horror, Halsey’s grim and betrayed responsibility, Jorge’s tags 

So! A little while ago I discovered this little spot in the woods near Vault 111. It’s a Railroad lookout, and from that chair you have a direct line of sight to the vault entrance. We find out later that Deacon has been following Sole’s movements for some time, but I love this because it implies that he (or another agent) could have been watching at the exact moment Sole first stumbled out of the vault. I don’t know if that gets mentioned elsewhere in the game, but this setup tells a nice story in itself. 

The arrow on the map shows the location, for anyone interested: 

Abner

In Love, Serenity

Chapter 36: Hustler (excerpt)

The world is an ugly place while viewing it from behind bars.

Sneers and jeers are thrown into the jail cart. A hacked wad of spit is chucked inside, followed by an explosion of laughter before the men walk away…back to their tents, back to their beds, to their campfires and heroic tales. But no fluids or curses could hurt Abner further than the beating she has already endured. They are nothing, for she has been destroyed repeatedly throughout this life, and the pain has since transcended from the agony of loss into the absolution of hate.

Life may continue outside of the iron bars, but all Abner wants is to watch it burn. Watch as the horses run. Listen to the traitors scream. She would rather see the world aflame, than to live another moment in it as it is.

She can feel her heartbeat in her ears while she focuses on the braziers and campfires, a dark opera of destruction playing endlessly in her mind. Unsure if this world deserves saving, for all it does is spiral into hell at every chance.

But shuffling at the door to the jail cart attracts her glare. What now? A soldier coming in for a real go at her this time? She is ready.

Instead, another sneering face is shoved inside and her blood boils at the sight of him. One of the world’s chief traitors and ruiners. One of the reasons why no Gods dare protect this ungrateful place, whether they exist or not, for men like him are hellbent on destroying their gifts.

“We caught him trying to escape back to Tevinter on foot. Guess the piss ran outta juice, scouts were finally able to see through his fade steps and cloakin’,” says a soldier to the jail guard.

“I don’t know why the Inquisitor doesn’t just kill the bastard now,” the jailer scoffs.

“Perhaps, because she knows a man of my talents could be of use to her, you insolent peck.” The magister sneers more, but flinches when the guard gestures to strike him. His cowardice brings them all laughter, and they close the iron gate with a reverberating crash.

Erimond settles in the far corner, opposite from Abner. Leaning against the bars with his knees brought to his chest, he crouches in much the same posture as her. He glances over, then pauses before a jarred double-take. “I saw you there,” he says. “Are you not with the Inquisition? What did you do to end up in here?”

The sound of his sniveling voice makes her skin crawl. His beady eyes glaring in her direction infuriates her. Abner shifts and leans toward him, ensuring he can see the fires of damnation raging in her eyes. She speaks slowly so that the demon may understand. “I swear to the Gods…the Creators…the Ancestors…the Maker…to the Lady of the fucking Skies - If you so much as look at me again, I will tear out your eyes.”

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Not in the mood to spend another moment in the showroom, he left his uncle to placating customers, dropped his safety glasses down on his face, and marched out to the shop. “Aay, Angel!” Tito yelled from the back, coming from around an old, powder blue Ford, hoisted into the air. “What’s goin’ on, my man?”

Justin popped his head out from behind an SUV, and nodded his greeting.

Angel shrugged, and stuffed his hands in his pockets, oblivious to the sound of Justin’s air impact gun, and the loud slap of a tire against concrete. “Not much. How’s that Ford comin’?”

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More Hand Holding = Romance

So I wanna thank @wheres-warhol for pointing out in my meta on Bi Mike and Androgyny With a Side of Hand Holding  that there is another hand holding close up moment in the series. And yep, it’s another romantic couple. Max and Lucas. So the hand holding camera shot = romance still stands. I find it interesting that so far all these hand holding shots have seemed to proceed a romantic relationship–Nancy and Jonathan, Lucas and Max, both took place before they got together. So I don’t think it’s crazy to wonder if the Mike/Will one was foreshadowing too. It certainly fits the trend. I am also wondering if there was a hand holding close up that proceeded Mike and El, or not. Because there’s was at the dance, after they already were pretty much a *thing* so it kinda breaks the mold a bit. Hmmm 

There’s a bit in Wonder Woman that I can’t stop thinking about. It’s the part where she walks towards General Ludendorff at the gala. He see her and starts walking in her direction as if to attack, then surges towards her and grabs her in a kind of dance hold. She’s stunned, frozen. It’s probably the only time in the film where Diana looks afraid. 

Why? 

Because she was attacked, but in a way she’s never encountered before. She’s been trained to handle “honest” attacks, where the attacker makes their intentions clear. But here she is attacked in the way women in this world are so often attacked. It’s an unwanted, unwelcome intrusion, a man putting his hands on her without her consent, intruding into her personal space in an aggressive, obtrusive, threatening manner. But to bystanders, they are simply dancing. She doesn’t know what to do. She’s trained her whole life to deal with honest, open attacks, but faced with the sneaky, faux-polite attack of this kind of man, she’s completely lost. 

I thought this was a great moment. It reflects the experiences of so many women so well. 

On a side note, I mentioned it to my (male) partner afterward, and he hadn’t even noticed Diana’s reaction in that moment. He’s a great guy and a good, kind person, but his obliviousness to her confusion and fear speaks volumes about the different experiences of men and women in our society. 

when i was like 14, i once wore contact lenses instead of glasses to school bc i had just learned how to put them on and i wanted to show them to my friends right, and this one guy goes and tells me “i thought girls were supposed to become beautiful when they stopped wearing glasses. something obviously went wrong with you” and that was??? so incredibly rude i wanted to cry but i just stood there not knowing what to say bc i honestly thought we were friends

but the girl sitting in front of him (who was also his crush, mind u) hears him and turns around with the most disgusted expression on her face, and calls him out on it like “omg i cant believe you said that have you even seen yourself in a mirror you have no right to tell her shit” and then she turns to me and says “dont listen to him, you look gorgeous with or without glasses” and she probably already forgot about that but i always remember it whenever i feel self-conscious about myself

so the moral of the story is: if u see someone being a jerk to someone else, dont laugh along and call them out on it. stick together and bring all the fuckboys down