Give me more scenes where Rin unknowingly uses his demonic strength. I'm not meaning in times of violence or anger, but in everyday aspects. Like his so used to his strength that he forgets it's on a whole other level. When someone has dropped something underneath some heavy piece of furniture he just...lifts the damn thing casually with one hand and just grabs the object. Everyone around him is just internally screaming in surprise like 'how the fuck is he doing that?? What did this damn boy eat when he was younger??' He does it all the time. Someone trips?? He just picks them up single-handily before they fall before setting them on their feet and asking if they're okay. He picks all of the grocery bags up in one go and carries them up flights of stairs no problem. He's accidentally broken off door knobs. Often. More than once at least. There's not a single jar this boy cannot open. Give me more demon powered Rin without the usual violence!!
Sora’s side: a long-winded mystery that is slightly unsettling with the memory-loss and all, but is a story shrouded in nostalgia that sweetly pushes the whole Friendship Is Magic trope. The conflict reveals new depths to the characters (especially Sora), but Sora’s optimism prevails and we result in a hopeful ending.
Riku’s side: RIKU MUST GRAPPLE WITH HIS DARKNESS ONCE MORE ALL WITHOUT ANY SUPPORT FROM FRIENDS, WHILE CONSTANTLY BEING REMINDED OF HIS PAST MISTAKES AND HOW PATHETIC HE IS FOR BEING SCARED OF BECOMING EVIL AGAIN DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE IS A CHILD AND SHOULD NOT HAVE TO SUFFER ANY MORE.
Me, suitably horrified: I thought this was a kids game.
Honestly Griffin McElroy and the boys' acting has totally destroyed me with this latest episode. The implications of the end scenes are so messed up and I really hope we see them come into play later on, but they also give us a lot of insight into what's happened in the other arcs. Taako was already messed up from believing he had killed all those people in the last episode of his cooking show, but Barry's death would've made his guilt weigh down so much more. When he was running away from the ruins of his show, all he would've been thinking about was how much bad luck and death he brought to the world. To him Barry's death was impersonal as he didn't remember him, but the sight of a man falling to his death in front of him was the first coherent memory, the only one that was real in this world and not the filled in ones from Lucretia. So the deaths of all those people from his cooking would've made him remember that man falling to his death in front of him, and the weight of his still warm wand in his hand, the smoking tip pointed at the figure dropping away from him with a pained smile on his face. Lucretia may have thought she was setting Taako up with a happy life of stardom, but the whole time he was weighed down with the guilt of murdering a stranger for some unknown reason. And when he saw Barry in the first arc, there would've been a sensation of fear and guilt weighing on him, despite him not knowing why. Fisher would've blurred the face of the man he killed in order to block his old memories, but the sight of Barry's face still dredged up horror, fear and longing. Longing for a man he once saw as a brother, but who he now associates with the feeling of metaphorical blood on his hands and an empty place next to him. And Merle, every time he saw Davenport in the Bureau, would hear a soft choking echo of a man desperately asking who Merle was. Who he was. Davenport's very utterance of his own name initially brings a swell of emotion that blocks off Merle's airways, ears ringing with a desperate cry of "I'm Davenport!" But Fisher's power quiet end the whispers every time, and Merle is left with a hollow feeling that once crept up on him every time he sat at his beach at dusk, mind tricking him into seeing six figures dancing along the shore, chasing one another with happy shrieks as they hadn't done in so long. Merle doesn't feel guilt like Taako did. Does. But he feels a hollow sensation in his chest where it used to be filled to the brim with joy and love. Worst of all was Magnus, who knew what Lucretia had done before his mind was wiped. Each time he saw the Director, there would be an initial sense of betrayal, a world less scream of despair billowing up inside him, begging her to stop! Didn't she know what would happen? It would all end, they wouldn't be together anymore, Lucretia don't let us go, don't leave me alone Lucretia p l e a s e. The sight of the voidfish, beautiful and ethereal, would soothe the turmoil of emotions inside him, bringing him a sense of warmth and comfort. If only for a little while. Magnus was a happy sort of guy, but there were days when he felt like his skin didn't fit, that the creaks in his bones shouldn't be there. That his time with Julia, his beloved wife, didn't seem real, none of this did. And he would look into the sky with longing, feeling a sensation of the ground beneath him gently rocking, a cool breeze ruffling his hair as the heavens spread out beneath him. And each one felt sorrow when they saw the harsh lines at the corner of the Director's mouth (she should be smiling, she should be happy, we have to protect her), and crinkles at the corners of her tired eyes (little bookworm, so strong and clever, she needs some rest, she always does). But they also felt overwhelming joy when she smiled and laughed, her tired and old visage melting away to reveal a fresh-faced girl who loved to explore the work around her (our journal keeper, our friend, our little Lucretia). But then the power of the voidfish would crash over them, and they would absently smile back at the woman who loved them more than anything in the world, who had to hold herself back from cracking goofs and hugging them tightly. Who gazed into their aging faces and only found emptiness looking back.
I made the mistake of rereading the masterpiece of 'You don't know me' by the angst master @Ferisae Decided I would draw the sweet, suffering summer child in celebration of my own pain.
SO today I went into the bathroom at school and there was writing scrawled all over the wall there. It read Croatoan. Lucifer is coming...again.
Supernatural fandom is already getting ready for the best scenario.
jason: thalia plz help there's this girl i rly like
thalia: k
*piper walks into room*
jason: omfg thalia there she is thalia--
thalia:
thalia:
thalia: ayyy
jason:
jason: thalia
jason: thalia no
thalia: thalia yES
The FMA:B sacred star movie is hilarious because Al, sweet and chivalrous Al, saves the beloved girl warrior of the valley and is almost immediately called a monster and captured. Meanwhile, Ed the absolute bastard rocks on down to the valley, makes mud monsters to capture the valley people, and then takes one as a prisoner at sword-point. Then almost instantly makes friends with his hostage and everyone else around him. Edward Elric is like a DnD lawful good character with an awful personality that somehow manages to get out of every bad situation from the unholy amount of points he's dumped into his charisma.
A collection of badly misspelled names from Starbucks
Is no one going to talk about how good these boys are at dancing? I get that they do dance practice for their routines but these are some sick as breakdance moves that really have no place on the ice.
I've literally only just joined Tumblr and I already know how weird it is.
Every time I watch the Haikyuu stage play I always laugh at the ridiculous amounts of pushing around and generally fighting like toddlers the Karasuno members do. Then I watch the show. Within one episode you get either Hinata or Noya thrown around like a messed up game of catch, Kageyama beating up Hinata in creative new ways, and several creative death threats floating around (either at outsiders or at each other -- Tsukishima I'm looking at you ya salty crow). I swear to the fucking gods I love my fucked up baby birds. Squawking and fighting and all.