whats happening to him

Cas sitting and reading a book in the bunker’s library - not for business, but for pleasure. He’s lost in the story.

Dean coming in and walking up behind Cas quietly, meaning to surprise him. Cas doesn’t notice, his focus on the story too complete for anything to bother him.

Dean reaching out his hands, meaning to pinch Cas’ shoulders suddenly, and make a loud noise at the same time - just to give him a bit of a shock, see what happens when an angel jumps.

Dean’s hands softening at the last moment - and before he knows what’s happening, the pinch becomes a gentle squeeze. It’s careful and caring, both. He’s the one who’s shocked - at himself, at this impulse to be affectionate. And Cas is turning around to look at him with wide, happy eyes.

“Good book?” Dean says, to cover the moment. His hands haven’t moved. Cas reaches up, and presses his palm to the back of one of them.

“Very good,” he says. “You should read it some time.”

Dean awkwardly patting Cas’ shoulder and heading off on his way.

His hands tingle for the rest of the day.

isak and even chilling in evens room, isak doing his homework, then even gets up and grabs a guitar and starts strumming away, isak is smiling into his books and enjoying the nice sound and then even suddenly starts playing a familiar tune and isaks heart kind of stops and he looks up so fast when even starts singing the first line of “im yours” 

Raúl Esparza drawing Nr. 110: 
Another Frederick Chilton from Hannibal.

It always fascinates me how many people love Chilty as much as I do. I love Barba to bits, but Chilton will always have a special place in my heart. The poor man did not deserve what happened to him.

I didn’t study art or took any courses, I have no clue about theoretical stuff or techniques. I just DO and try to do Raúl and the characters he played justice. 💞 I am also happy about EVERY wonderful comment I get on my drawings. You guys are amazing! I LOVE to draw for our fandom! ❤😘

anonymous asked:

I just thought about what if Jason accidentally fakes his death? Like the batfam thought his still in a warehouse or something when it blew, and his comms destroyed so they can't call him, and he just went to a safe house after to sleep and like he doesn't know until a few weeks later when he shows up at the manor to meet up with Alfred for tea.

would it be better or worse if he wasn’t even really getting along with the rest of the family at that point? either way you play it, jason has a bunch of redundancies for his safe houses, and he was trained just as well as any of them. there has to be at least one or two he’s managed to keep secret from the rest of the bats. 

jay doesn’t really make a habit of carrying explosives in his helmet anymore; that was really more of a one-off when he first came back to gotham. since then, he generally just carries more explosives with him to make up for it. because of that, and because he’s usually fighting standard-grade humans, it’s not all that likely that he tosses his helmet aside in the middle of a fight.

a warehouse blows. red hood was in it, they know that (it all but had “This Is A Trap For Red Hood” written all over it), and when searching it, the bats find the badly burnt remnants of hood’s shattered helmet. no body, but –

it’s easy to assume the worst. it’s already happened once, after all. they hold on to hope for a week, but they haven’t been able to find any sign of jason. he can’t be raised on his comms, he hasn’t been in any of the safe houses that they know of, oracle couldn’t find any sign of him on cameras. 

no sign of him in a hospital or even leslie’s clinic, no body matching his description in the morgue. (that last doesn’t mean anything. no body at the warehouse, but someone had set the trap – they could have easily dumped it somewhere else.)

there’s no sign of him, living or dead, anywhere in the city so far as they can tell.

red hood’s been throwing himself into ever-escalating fights since he came back to gotham, and finally they have to assume that this time, his luck didn’t hold long enough for him to get out. 

the family sinks into some kind of shock. it’s impossible to believe that they lost him again.

it’s not something that can even be explained to the public. how do you explain that you’re in fresh mourning for a son and brother that was declared dead over half a decade ago? 

then again, all the bats are good at hiding how they feel. 

they mourn quietly, but they mourn.

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anonymous asked:

if it's okay, can you tell me what happened between brie larson and casey? does she just not like him or is it something worse?

he sexually assaults and harasses women who work with him (as refused to pay at least a couple female producers on his film for their work) and brie has been an advocate for sexual assault victims after playing a survivor (and winning an oscar for it mind you) in room. they’re literally making a woman who won all of the major acting awards for playing a survivor of sexual assault give accolades to a man who has committed sexual assault. it’s just really shitty.

Do you ever wonder what happened in Mace Windu’s past?

The man is very adamantly anti-attachment, and very by-the-book.

I wonder what his relationship was to the person he had to kill…and how many people died because of his hesitation.

Blue Lion Log: Entry 16


Hunk is awake, and it seems he’ll make a full recovery. It was easier to fix him up with him telling me where and how he was hurting. Thankfully, his injuries are mostly bruising and what appears to be a sprained wrist, but that’s easy to bounce back from. It won’t hold him down for long.

He’s been catching me up on what happened to him and Pidge after they got captured. Apparently they were separated from their lions and sent to a different ship pretty quickly. The Galrans probably didn’t want to risk them breaking out and taking the lions, because they totally would have. Of that, I have no doubt.

Hunk was the only one to get away though. Pidge managed to hack through their cell door and get Hunk into the hangar with the fighter jets, but the Galrans caught on too quickly. Pidge held them off while Hunk escaped. Him finding his way here, to the planet I’d made my own, was pure luck though. He’d just been looking for a place to hide and found me instead. So I guess the universe is still looking out for him, at the very least.

And I… I’ve been better.

Right now, I’m just a little bit of wreck, trying to hold myself together by the thinnest of strings. I can’t afford to fall apart here, even if that’s all I really want to do. Just crumble to the ground and sob. Lose myself in the pain. Let all of the fear and the anger and the sorrow consume me so I don’t have to think about anything beyond this moment. So I don’t have to picture yet another future without Keith by my side.

I still can’t believe Keith’s switched sides on us. I just… it doesn’t make sense to me. He’d said he never would, that he might have some Galra DNA but it would never change his mind, that he couldn’t ever condone what Zarkon was doing. And I trusted him. Like with every other promise Keith made, I trusted him, because I’m young and naive and stupid, and stupidly in love with this reckless boy that I stupidly thought might love me back.

I can’t believe that was a lie though.That everything we went through– all those nights spent curled together, mapping each other’s skin in silent reverence; those mornings spent just drinking each other in, pressing lazy kisses against every freckle, every scar, every inch of bare skin we could get our hands on; the overwhelming relief at seeing each other alive and whole after a dangerous mission; the days when Keith would tackle me onto our bed and not allow me to leave until he was practically glowing from satisfaction– was all a lie.

Maybe I was just easily duped. It wouldn’t be the first time. But, in this case, that doesn’t make sense to me either. I mean, I’ll be the first to admit that Keith and I had a very rocky start to our relationship, and that for the first year and a half of knowing him I didn’t trust him at all. In fact, I didn’t want anything to do with him except to kick his ass.

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before, but Keith was at the Garrison academy at the same time Hunk and I were. He was fighter class; the class I wanted to be in but didn’t have the grades to achieve until Keith got kicked out. I was insanely jealous of him for the longest time. I wanted everything that seemed to come so naturally to him: the position, the skills, the admiration of both classmates and instructors. And maybe I was a horrible person back then, but all I could think when I heard the news about Keith was “thank god” and “finally,” even though I knew exactly why Keith had gotten the boot.

Everyone knew, to be honest. It’s not like Keith had secretly broken into Garrison files or anything, like someone else I know. No, there was no way even the Garrison could keep Keith’s theft of a fighter jet secret, especially after they brought him in for a disciplinary hearing and he chastised all the commanders for just leaving Shiro to die out there. For not even attempting to retrieve him or his crew.

I still remember the indignant echo of Keith’s voice in the academy’s auditorium, where the officers had called all the cadets to witness the punishment of their prodigy pilot. He’d stood before the officers, shoulders back and chin lifted in defiance, and calmly listed every infraction of procedure and every way the Garrison had failed Shiro’s crew while the officers sat dumbfounded.

“How could you let them down this way?” Keith had demanded as the officers stared in silent shock. They’d meant to make an example of him, but ended up being made into fools. I, grudgingly, admired him for that.

But even then, even knowing why he’d been kicked out and respecting what he’d done, I’d still been so glad to be rid of him the next year. I thought I’d finally be able to prove myself with Keith, the Garrison’s little darling, out of the way.

At least, I thought that way until I started failing all my classes, and then I hated Keith even more for setting such high expectations that I’d never be able to reach.

Not exactly the best way to begin a relationship, right? Or even a friendship. There were a lot of negative feelings there that took a very long time to go away. Even after several months of being paladins together, any time I saw Keith I couldn’t help but think of him as that rival from my Garrison days, of how much I wanted to beat him and be seen as better than him. I wouldn’t let him close at all, even when he started making attempts at getting to know me better.

So you see, it wouldn’t have been easy to trick me into caring with that much bad blood between us, regardless of whether Keith felt the same animosity or not. If Keith’s interest, if his concern and care, hadn’t been genuine back then, I would have realized. I wouldn’t have let myself thaw to his attempts. I wouldn’t have let myself grow to care.

No, whatever decision that led to Keith joining the Galra must have occurred after he and I had settled our disputes, when I might have possibly been blinded by my concern for him. But I can’t quite believe that either, because once I started caring, once I allowed myself to accept the feelings I had for him, Keith was all I could think about. My every sense seemed to be tuned into and filtered through him and how he viewed our situation.

I just can’t figure out where everything went wrong. What was it that I missed? Was there something happening that I just didn’t pick up on? That I didn’t see? That I could have fixed?

The only possibility I can think of is that at some point after Shiro died, when Keith was at his absolute lowest, he started changing. Started thinking and seeing things differently, but in such a subtle way that it got lost in the rest of the wreckage that he was. After all, there were so many other pieces of him I was trying to pick up and glue back together. This change in his thinking might have completely slipped past me, left to grow and fester until all that was left was this. This Keith that I don’t know or understand.

Hunk says… Hunk says he’s working as a commander under Zarkon now. Or maybe a lieutenant commander. Someone with a decent amount of power and access to a whole bunch of Galra fighter jets that he can order into battle while he stays safe in the command ship.

That doesn’t sound like my Keith though. My Keith would never pass up a chance to fly, even if that chance involves flying straight into the heart of battle. He wouldn’t even stop to think about it, he’d just go. My Keith would make himself the first in line while the rest of us just tried to catch up. He’d take on half the battle’s burden just by himself. He’d never ask anyone else to do what he himself wasn’t willing to.

My Keith never would have left us in the first place.

I guess, in that sense, Hunk was right. This isn’t the Keith I know. This Keith, this new Galran soldier, isn’t my Keith. Was never my Keith. Will never again be my Keith. And I just have to accept that fact and let him go. Let him become our enemy instead.

But god, it’s so difficult. And knowing he’s alive but out of reach makes it even worse. Somehow the unknown of captivity and the assumption that Keith was dead was easier to bear, because at least then I didn’t have to worry about eventually facing him in battle. I could treasure the moments we had together without having to analyze them all. Without doubting the one thing I’d thought I’d gotten right in this life. This is tearing a jagged hole right through my chest. It feels like all of me is just bleeding out and freezing over on the snow floor of our cave. I just want the pain to stop.

How do you forget someone you love? How do you force your heart to stop caring? How do you let go of your other half?

abcdefg123sworld  asked:

I personally think SM shot herself in the foot trying to explain vampire/shapeshifter anatomy/physiology scientifically. It just opened a whole floodgate of inconsistencies we've all found (the whole vampiric reproduction, vampire tears, sleep*, number of chromasones). *I mentioned sleep, because physically and especially psychologically, we need sleep. It's got to be horrible not being able to sleep at all. I'd be comfortable with them not NEEDING to sleep but still being sble to.

Yeah the no sleep seems especially horrific to me. SM just sort of frames it as “wow we can get so much more done!” but the idea that you can’t just close down and shut out the world for a little bit is really horrifying to me. To think that like, newborn Carlisle couldn’t go to sleep for a few hours and forget what happened to him–he had to remain ever alert, ever aware, ever thirsty with NO break. That Edward in his lowest points couldn’t just sleep it off and dream of something more pleasant than his eternal angst. That Jasper never got a break from Maria’s machinations. That Esme’s grief over her baby had no respite. Rosalie couldn’t fall asleep and live out the human life she didn’t get to have, even in dreams.  Like, ack. 

But I agree that when it comes to supernatural creatures it’s better to tread lightly with scientific explanations (unless you are coming at the whole story from a science angle, which SM clearly is not. It’s a romance, not sci-fi). It’s also better to remain vague when talking about areas of expertise with certain characters if you’re not willing to do the research yourself. That’s why Alice’s fashion sense and Carlisle’s medical knowledge sometimes fall flat, because SM herself isn’t a fashion designer or a scientist/doctor and has admitted to being lazy about doing the sort of in-depth research that would be necessary to let those characters speak authoritatively on those subjects. 

“Though I have served the royal family for some time, I have no single master. I’ve always been troubled by this fact, but perhaps Lady Mikoto arranged it so that someday, when the time was right, I would serve you, Lady Corrin. If you will have me, then I will pledge myself to you.”

since my green-haired ninja-loving ass had already impulsively married my avatar with kaze, I just now found out what would happen if u didn’t reach A-Support Rank with him before ch. 15 and I had to doodle this perfect couple while crying

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Hey guys, I just fed my fish and I’m not sure what happened but Trevor is super bloated and breathing heavily. Whenever he goes up for air, which he is doing very frequently, it just comes right out his gills. I didn’t know what to do it what exactly happened, whether he got a flake that was to big for him or he got some air in his stomach… can I do anything for him? Every now and then I see something coming out of his mouth that may be food but he keeps swallowing again. 

Deadly Dreams & Slight Screams Part 7

Beginning: Deadly Dreams & Slight Screams Part 1

Warning: Cussing

Deadly Dreams & Slight Screams Part 7

Chapter 13

“Dude, what’s taking them so long?” Dean said, as he kept looking out the window. “I’ve been talking for ten minutes now.”

“Dean, calm down already.” Sam said, shaking his head. “Mia is trying to fix what happened.”

“Nothing happened Sammy.” Dean said, looking over at him. “If something did happened, that guy wouldn’t be breathing.”

“Uncle Dean.” Lucille said, sitting on the couch and looking out the window. “Why don’t you guys like Scott? Did he do something bad?”

“He didn’t Luci.” Dean said, looking out the window. “His brother did.”

“Then why are you mad at him Uncle Dean?” Lucille said, making Dean look at her. “His brother was bad, not him.”

“It’s grown up stuff Luci.” Dean said, looking back out the window. “You wouldn’t understand.”

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Sunday Six

Just as Veronica was savoring the silence, her cell rang. The name lit up brightly – Leo D’Amato – and she glanced up at Logan to see him flinch slightly. Grabbing the phone, she answered.

“Hey Leo! To what do I owe the honour of this morning call?” she said brightly.

“Hey Veronica. Sorry to call you so early,” Leo replied, his voice tired and distant. “But a case came up last night that you need to know about.”

Veronica frowned. Catching Logan’s eye, she gestured for him to come closer. “What happened?”

There was a deep sigh before Leo spoke. “It’s Dick Casablancas. I arrested him for murdering two girls, last night.”

Veronica’s body went cold.