this has probably been posted already but eh

12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:

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 its been awhile since I posted art on here and I’ve recently gotten back into Adventure Time and came up with an idea for a character, so heres a doodle dump of them! This is Tate, he is the son of both Gumball and Marshall Lee, aka, I designed a kid that looks like them. This has probably already been done loooads of times but eh, it hasnt been done by me yet. He takes after both parents in looks but a bit more Marshall Lee in attitude, he also probably shares the same secret passion for baking as Gumball does, though he isnt as good as his Dad when it comes to it. I could go on more about him but this is already fairly long so I think I’ll wrap it up here.

Natsume Yuujinchou: Ayakashi Writing

ok so… this is basically just an observation and it’s probably common knowledge but eh, I’ll make a post of it anyway.

I was looking through the manga and I was wondering: Just who can read the writing of Youkai and who can’t? How do you even read it? It’s been stated that normal humans can’t read the letters..but this doesn’t necessarily hold true throughout the story.

We already know for sure that Reiko can read youkai writing. We can base this off of the fact that she can easily read the names of the youkai in the book of friends.

At first I assumed it was because she has mingled with youkai enough to be able to read their written language. I completely discarded this thought when I read the manga for the first time. Unlike the anime, Natsume is actually able to read the writing in the first chapter. (and we all know Natsume actively tried to keep his distance from youkai up until this point)

What caught my attention was the fact that he’s confused as to why he can read the letters in the first place. He’s had the book for a while, but he’s JUST realizing he can read the letters. Which brings me to the question of: “how can someone read the letters?” Does it have to do with spiritual ability?

No…I don’t think it has to do with power at all. Someone from the Matoba clan wasn’t able to read the letters when looking through Natsume’s bag. When Natsume’s  items were inspected after his capture in chapter 35, one would assume that someone for an exorcist clan is able to recognize/read youkai writing. However, the only thing that was brought up was the title of the book (I believe in the anime they also mentioned the “scribbles” inside)

I know, I know, one could argue that “oh! They just didn’t look inside!”. While this IS a possibility, I still don’t think it has anything to do with spiritual power. “Why?” you ask. Well…because of Shibata

Shibata is 100% human and, as far as we know, has absolutely no spiritual ability whatsoever. However, despite youkai writing being illegible to normal humans, he was able to understand the letter that Murasaki sent him. This leads me to a little theory…

Humans are able to read ayakashi letters based off of their understanding of youkai emotions. This would explain why Shibata is able to understand the letter despite being a normal human. Most humans can’t read the writing because they don’t even believe youkai exist in the first place, so there’s no way to understand anything about them. Shibata has met Murasaki and understands her emotions specifically. It can also be why some exorcists are unable to read it. They don’t even bother trying to understand youkai emotions. They just quickly exorcise one and then move on to the next. I also believe that Natsume was able to read the writing because he’s willing to understand more about youkai and what they feel. He’s always wanted friends, doesn’t matter if they’re youkai or human.

tl;dr : youkai writing is not so much as something you read as it’s something you understand.

I Fucked Up, I Fucked Up Good - Part Two - Andy Biersack and Ashley Purdy
Part Two has been requested by a few of my followers..

Here you go, I hope you like it c: I’m pretty sure I’m going to make a part three to this as well ok

The Next Day

I unwrap myself from Andy’s body and sit up. Looking over to him, I see he’s still asleep. A guilty conscience sits upon my shoulder that I know he’s with Juliet… But he looks so peaceful, calm and happy. It makes me smile.

Last night was a turn of events. Andy told me he loved me and… And it just changed everything. It changed my perspective of what we were doing, what he was really like. Firstly, I just thought he didn’t care about me, I thought he used me just for fun. Honestly, my views on Andy weren’t great. I thought he was just an asshole who didn’t have anything figured out. I thought he was an asshole because he just used me for sex.

Nonetheless, last night I saw through it. The honesty in his eyes struck me, it triggered my feelings, how I really felt about him. Sometimes I had tweaks of feelings directed at him, but I ignored them. Simply because I had Ashley; he was my bestfriend and boyfriend, he was my world. Was. That was before he decided I was a ‘weak, spineless whore’. Before he decided to break up with me because all he saw me was a ‘joke’. Ashley truly is a self absorbed dick, the more I think about what he said the more hate for him forms in my head.

Moreover, when Andy told me he had feelings for me it unlocked everything I hid from him, Ashley, myself. I had feelings for Andy, strong proper feelings. Not the flimsy ones I had for Ashley. Something about Andy made my heart do somersaults. The three simple words he said lit up my heart that felt like it was shattered last night. He ignited a warm feeling, and then I realised something. I loved Andy.

After I told him those words, he enrolled me in the tightest hug imaginable. Then he cupped my face and he pressed our foreheads together. He kissed me. And I felt on a whole new level with him. I felt special, wanted, beautiful even. It was never like that before; he’s never told me that. He made me feel unexplainable.

Then, after I told him, we cuddled together. He held my body to his delicately when usually we’d roll to opposite sides of the bed. It felt perfect being in his arms, and I fell asleep admiringly.

…And, here I am. The next morning has come. A part of me questions whether Andy really meant what he said. Why would he love me? Maybe he didn’t mean it, and I just confessed my feelings for him. But there was something in his eyes… I hope he was telling the truth.

Shaking the thoughts away, I step out of bed in search for new clothes. I dress in some shirts and a vest top then travel downstairs. As I get downstairs, I decide to make myself a tea. Thoughts of Ashley appeared in my mind as I stirred the hot water. All of the words he said… Did he mean all of that? It hurts knowing that he thinks I was just a joke and that he knew we ‘never would’ve worked out’. Why bother getting into a relationship with your bestfriend if you’re just going to fuck it up anyway? It’s fucked up our friendship for sure, and the words ‘weak, spineless whore’ echo in my head. That’s not the only friendship I’ve fucked up; mine and Juliet’s. I bet Ashley has already told her… He wouldn’t of been able to keep his mouth shut. She’ll hate me, and I don’t blame her. I probably am just a whore, look at me, sleeping with Andy when we were both in a relationship. It’s stupid of me, but I don’t think I can hold back my feelings for Andy anymore, especially after admitting them last night. The thought lingers in my head now, and I’m pretty sure it’s not going to leave anytime soon.

Disturbing my mindset is a knock on my front door. Ugh, the post. I look down, eh, the postman has seen me wear worse. Absently, I walk up and swing the door open. I wince at the sunlight that streams in, and I am very surprised to who stands on the other side of my door.

“Y/N..” Ashley murmurs. “Yeah, bye.” I hiss, trying to slam my door on him. However, he jams his arm and welds his chest, so I can’t close it. “Y/N, please.” Ash shuffles through the door. “Fuck off, Ash, I don’t want to talk to you.” I growl, trying to push him back through. Unsuccessfully, he stands in my hallway and looks at me sarcastically. “I came to say sorry-” He begins, but I interrupt. “Sorry? You’re going to fucking sorry? Oh and that’s going to make this all okay is it? ‘Oh, sorry Y/N.’” I mimic him immaturely. “Sorry does not cover it you complete and utter prick. Do you really think 'sorry’ is going to make up all of the time I wasted on you? Wasted on the guy who’s supposed to be my bestfriend and boyfriend who really just thinks our whole relationship was a fucking joke. Don’t you dare try and fucking apologise for that.” I snap at him. “You can’t fix jack shit.” I add. “Oh for fuck sake Y/N, get over yourself.” Ash mutters. “Me get over myself? Me? Shut the fuck up and go spend your time with some other whore I spit off the end of my tongue. “You are not a whore.” Ash responds. “'You are not a whore’.” I repeat in sarcasm. “I mean it.” He says. “Oh fuck off and get out of my house.” I squint my eyes at him. I grab my door handle and hold the door open, gesturing for him to get out.

Ash presses his hand to the door and slams it shut. “No, Y/N.” He yells at me. “For once in your fucking life, listen to me.” He says. I pipe down, simply as I don’t have the effort to shout. Folding my arms disapprovingly, I prepare to listen. “You, are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N.” Ashley begins and I scoff, but he ignores it. “For years now you’ve been my bestfriend. You’ve always been there for me, looked out for me, and I’ve done the same to you. For some delirious reason I thought that meant we were in love.” I roll my eyes. “Because you were such a close friend, I thought it was supposed to be that way. So, we dated and, and it was great. For about 6 months we were together, right? And I was so happy. Spending every moment with you was amazing. It’s just recently, I knew dorm thing was up. And now I knew what.” He says the last word bitterly. “But, I’m sorry, I really am.” He says in a calmer voice. “I, I love you, Y/N. But, but just not in the way I imagined. I know, yesterday I didn’t explain this too well… But you just reacted so aggressively, I couldn’t.” He blurts. “This doesn’t justify what you did.” I grit my teeth. His small speech softened my heart, but I’m still angry as hell.

“There you go.” Ashley shakes his head. “I try to be nice and apologise and you don’t take jack shit of it.” His tone alternates quickly. “You know, I shouldn’t even be fucking apologising to you. What you’ve been up to is far worse. You’ve been fucking someone behind my back. Through half of our fucking relationship. It’s even fucking worse because he’s with someone too. Someone who’s supposed to be your friend. You’re unbelievable. Not taking my fucking apology. At least I tried.” He yells at me again, striking me right in the heart. Ashley looks quite helpless, despite he’s the one having a go at me. Darting, his eyes can’t focus on anything. “I’m just trying to make things better again. I want us to get a long. I fucked up, Y/N. I fucked up good, but-” His eyes fixture on my staircase.

“Y/N,” I hear Andy’s voice from the stairway. I smile at the sound of his voice, but it’s crushed when Ashley speaks. “Are you serious?” He growls at me. “Are you fucking serious?” He repeats, louder. “You brought him home and fucked him? God I thought the both of you had fucking standards.” He yells at me. Bewildered and silent, Andy stares from the staircase. “Oh you really are a whore, aren’t you? You are such a fucking slut it is unbelievable. You’re a pathetic, scummy excuse for a human being. I am disgusted by you.” Ashley spits. The words stab me like a knife in the heart, I want to break down and cry, I want to rip his lungs out. But I just frown and can’t get any words to leave my mouth. “You’re letting him take advantage of you. Letting him fuck you for fun,” He continues, but Andy wanders face to face with Ashley.

“Ash, how about you fuck off and leave her alone?” He growls at him. “Why? Want to protect your little sex toy?” Ashley scowls at me. I feel as if I’m bleeding out every word he’s saying. “She is not a fucking sex toy. So just fuck off Ash.” Andy answers through gritted teeth. “Mhm.” Ashley nods his head sarcastically. “You’re unbelievable, Andy. I actually thought you were decent, you know? But no, you’re just fucking with her head, aren’t you? Like you would actually have feelings for her.” He adds, glaring in my direction. “And what if I told you I did?” Andy answers. “What if I told you I loved Y/N?” He growls. “Because you know what, Ash? I am in love with Y/N.” Andy turns to face me. The glimmer in his eyes mesmerise me and I feel myself falling in love with him once again. “She is not any of the shit you said.” He faces Ashley again, grabbing the collar of your jacket. “She is beautiful, wonderful, amazing, intelligent, respectful. And I’m in love with all of that. So you are not in the place to say shit about her, me or our feelings.” Andy releases the collar of Ash’s clothing.

Turning to face me, Ashley looks destroyed. Admittedly, it hurts me inside, but I keep my stone cold look over him. “Un-fucking-believable.” Is all that leaves his house. Storming out my front door, me and Andy both watch after him. When we lock eye contact, I feel unexplainable. Everything he just said… He meant it when he said it last night…

Reaching for his jacket, Andy hooks it over his shoulders before facing the front door. Without a word, he strolls out, leaving me now alone in my house.