#Gaaaaaaaaaah they just they just get me

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Movie!Tails 🤝 Nine

Getting all 😳😊 when Sonic says that he considers them a friend

[saxandviolins88]

Transformers Skybound #12 spoilers below cut

Yeeees! Final issue of the arc! I thought it was pretty neat, nothing dick-blowing, but I did like some of the things it touched.

This is such a cool sho-

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Why are you a motorcycle...?

HE'S SO FUCKING AWFUL OMG!! I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM LOVE HIM!!!

GAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

(^ This is the sound of a well feed autistic)

Enough about my six awful sons

Nice seeing OP and Elita working together and especially nice seeing Devastator getting fried next panel HA HA.

Do... do these guys have nothing to do when Shockwave isn't there? Like I don't think it's supposed to be interpreted that way, but my first thought was: "Damn you guys just standin' there since SW left? Get a job."

"I'LL TELL MY MUM ABOUT THIS AND THEN YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR BREAKING MY TOYS!!"

Sorry, Skybound Shockwave is a blast to read, fucking cartoon supervillain hahaha.

No comment, just appreciate the art, insanely in love with how anime this is.

Absolutely in love with how Skybound Optimus is written.

He doesn't value life quantitively, he values ALL life and wants to save everybody, this will be coming back.

Michael bay?! Nooooooo!

Joke.

But like, what was that? People are saying Megatron's essence in the arm took over him; I don't know about that, the purple eyes don't exactly convey that for me, but I also have no option but to believe it was (or waiting for a reveal, like a normal person.)

Also, what was that about "Not being like that anymore"?? Guess you don't become Autobot leader without taking a few faces. Speaking of that... urgh Shockwave's death was sooo good, thank Lord they extended that shit through a few panels and it wasn't just a "you blink and you'll miss it" type of death.

OOF! The debacle comes to a boiling point!

Elita wants to save a dying planet using Earth ("The Earth has so much to give, look at all the Energon we already have.") vs Optimus, who cares about life, point. All life is important and Earth needs PROTECTION.

I do think both of them have a point; Elita has been fighting NON-STOP while Optimus was basically in a coma, she can't just abandon Cybertron to die like this, but using Earth is a bit uh... Shockwav-y of her. But I'll give it to her, I'd also be desperate and a little bit pissed if I protected my fucking planet for ages and my husband (Leader of the movement I fought and sent soldiers to die for) disappeared in search of a way to save it and then came back like: "Y'know maybe we should protect this random ass planet you never saw, there are people there too".

Ultimately, none of them are right and none of them are wrong. Optimus's decision was his and now he has to live with it, and Elita too, I'm glad she survived so we get to see MORE of her. (Please DWJ don't forget her too.)

They cut Cybertron's foreskin out.

Optimus had a "Planet of the Apes" moment at the end there so that was cool enough to point out.

OOOH BEACHY SAVES THE DAY, AWESOME!!!

I'm more excited to see how he'll affect the main cast as this goes on, I feel he'll either become an important character or at least bring in an interesting discussion.

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I quite enjoyed this arc a ton, it gave us a look into the Decepticons and I absolutely love how their whole mentality is getting written, I can only hope this gets explored more in the whole Starscream prequel thing (oooh boy I have a funny anecdote for when we read that, based on the preview pages).

Optimus is the character who gets more focus, yes, but he's so well-written and DWJ takes such good care of him I barely feel like complaining; most characters and scenarios that happen serve to challenge his conviction or show another side of him and I really can't complain about how this has been done.

What do I want more of this comic? uuuuuh, more characterization for side characters (come on DWJ, I'm not asking for a fucking arc for every-single nobody; just write Jazz like a person and we're set!)... Hmm... more Constructicon page time would be nice too, but I guess you already knew I was going to say that...

[sol-draws-sometimes]

I HATE AGT, I HATE AGT, I AGT

WHY, WHY, WHY

WHY IS EVERY FUCKING CLASSICAL MUSICIAN LIKE "THEY WERE BORING BEFORE THE SWITCHED TO THE MORE INTERESTING GENERE"

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

I HATE THIS FUCKING TROPE AND AGT LEADS INTO IT ALL THE TIME GAAAAAAAAAAH (btw, I'm not mad at the people who make it their set. It's just how the fucking editing will show how "more cool" it is when the switch the genre instead of, "wow! they have stylstic range!")

Also, fully admiting here that classical music is NOT my fav genre. Neither to listen to or sing to. But like- as a classical musician I just- I hate how classical musicians have to repackage classical music to make it "more palatable" and "less boring" for general audiences like- TRUST ME IT'S POSSIBLE TO GET PEOPLE INTERESTED IN CLASSICAL MUSIC!!!

YALL REMEBER PEOPLE MOSHING TO CLASSICAL MUSIC (another compilation)

I'm not saying we have to only present it in music festivals but like, if you tell people "it's boring" they're gonna think it's boring, like PLEEEASE STOP. PEOPLE CAN ENJOY CLASSICAL MUSIC. IT'S NOT THIS HOITY TOITY ELITIST GENERE. I MEAN YES THERE ARE ELITISM PROBLEMS IN THE SPACE BUT- YOU CAN MAKE ALL PEOPLE CARE ABOUT CLASSICAL MUSIC. AAAAAAAAH

-sincerely, a pissed classical musician

[beantothemax]

Answer this whenever you finish Return of the Great Departed Soul and then tell me your thoughts :3

Because it's just a nifty lil case!

So silly!

I HAVE BEATEN RETURN OF THE GREAT DEPARTED SOUL AND BAGZGGSGHAYSHSUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok lets start with the good. the characters in this case? Flawless. Harebrayne, Drebber, Toby, Esmerelda, Lune, little german boy, Sithe… all amazing characters that I hold close to my heart

EXTREMELY LARGE mention to Enoch who is now probably my favorite witness period. I do love me some good clockwork hands. and he quite literaly clanks and whirrs into his different poses which is just an absolute treat for the eyes.

the entire premise of the case was great, too! the whole mystery of the experiment and how it was all just an elaborate stage trick had me really hooked, and it was very fun to unravel!

plus, this case just has so so many amazing moments in it. Iris kicking the ‘waxwork’ of sholmes and you seeing him very slowly move into his pained animation in the background… Esmerelda just. having a cauldron of wax on her at all times… the entire Dance of Deduction in Enoch’s room… EVERYTHING IN VAN ZIEKS’S OFFICE!!!!!!!! that was a particular standout moment to me it was very fun :]

and of course, how could we not talk about Van Zieks. it was refreshing to see him not only be willing to help us in our case, but to see him genuinely care about his friend, Harebrayne! Zieks wanting to get Harebrayne back to Germany as soon as possible in order to make sure the Reaper doesn’t get him is… weh……… still experiencing Thoughts about that it was a very nice moment.

and the ending. hooooo boy the ending. I knew before coming into this case that zieks’s apprentice was Kazuma, but that didn’t make the whole experience hurt my heart any less. Kazuma thanking Susato for looking after Ryunosuke, and him then thanking Ryu for looking after Karuma…….. and him slicing the Professor waxwork…. AND THE WAY HIS THEME KICKED IN AS HE TOOK OF THE MASK. GAAAAAAAAAAH THAT MADE ME WANT TO CRY A LITTLE IT REALLY GOT TO ME. LEITMOTIFS MY ONE WEAKNESS

im just glad that with kazuma back, nothing bad is ever gonna happen to anyone again! …what do you mean there’s two more cases

[cherrylight]

i love my f/os so much i dont know... i dont know....... its hard to express love sometimes..... but i genuinely feel so much love for these two gaaaaaaaaaah rfhdjgdfh like i get so smiley seeing them or giggle or have to scroll away from fanart i see because im just a flustered mess........

i sometimes think i really needed a new f/o to be able to get so happy and excited and just overall gushy worthy about......

i still love my old f/os...... but i dont think its as much as i do with these two........ idk these two just make me so happy.... i also cant stop saying i miss them like every 5 seconds T_T but oh well....

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Poor Teruteru!

boohoo... boohoohoooo...! I-I'm so sorry you had to deal with all that, Teruteru!

That teacher of yours from what I heard is the worse, you clearly don't deserve any of that along with the others.

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...Well... I'm sure that the others probably got treated way worse then I did but I just felt scared interacting with anyone in my class after that with only a few exceptions like lunch for example.

But... there was change that happen, it all started with a single phone call...

...

...

...

Date: February 28th, 2011

*Walks into the boys dorm, Teruteru and Yukio walk inside*

God... today was a d'mn tiring day?

Teruteru... you went back into your accent again...

Hu-Huh? 'h shoot, I d'd, d'dn't I?!

*sigh* Sorry, just that it's been so d'mn tiring that I want to get a shower right now and I just can't cook so excuse me.

Yeah... I think I'll do the cooking tonight if you aren't up for it...

Thank you... I swear, your probably the only saving grace in this class, Yukio... well I better head off then...

*Teruteru walk upstairs and was heading to the bathroom*

I hope we have shampoos... I know those brothers tend to use all of it, so hopefully they are-.

*As then Teruteru hears water running*

Wait... is someone using the bathroom, darn... I guess I'll need to wait until they are-.

*sees the bathroom door open which the lights are on* Wait... someone has the lights on...

*Rushes in the bathroom* He-Hey what's going on?! I saw the lights and-!

!!! *What Teruteru witness was Nagito who cut his wrist and it looks like he was drowning himself*

GAAAAAAAAAAH!!! NA-NAGITO?! WHAT HAAAAAPPEN!!!

YUKIO: Teruteru?! Is everything okay!

*rushes over and pulls Nagito out of the water and shuts off the tap* I-It's Nagito...he's... he's...!

*rushes upstairs* What happen, is eve-!?

Wh-What the hell?! What happen here!

I..I don't know but Nagito, he...he... I think he was trying to kill himself! Yukio, wha...what do we do?!

[oh-nxts-and-bxlts]

“Why are you hitting me? WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?”

"GAAAAAAAAAAH!"

If there ever was a single being in the universe that wondered how Io reacted to being startled, they would then find that the answer was poorly.

Io didn't get snuck up on. Not "infrequently", not "rarely" - it was just not a thing that happened. All the advanced sensors for sights, sounds or even smells crammed into the search and rescue Reploid made sure that there wasn't much that escaped her notice at any given time. Sometimes to the point of making the influx of information she had to process slightly overwhelming when she was dragged out of her comfort zone.

Point was, there was hardly a time where something just suddenly... popped into her sphere of awareness. And that something had come to learn that her first reaction, upon having the fur right and proper spooked off her by something suddenly getting into her face, was to lift a front limb (or, an arm, if you wanted to be correct), and repeatedly whack it.

Not that it was very effective, mind you, what with the thick grip pads covering her palm and fingers cushioning the blows. But a scared Io managed however she could the need to get the thing to exit her personnal bubble. Once it did that, though... the more rationnal reality of the situation quickly dawned on her, leaving the bristling Reploid to simply stand there, feeling absolutely mortified.

"...Oh. S-s-sorry, I-I didn’t-! I didn’t mean to- b-but please don't spook me like that again!"

[aeoki]

Sweet Sweet Hunger - Chapter 8

Location: Meeting Space (COS PRO) Characters: Touri, Mitsuru, Kohaku, HiMERU, Niki & Rinne

Niki: Ran-kun!? Didn’t you say you were gone on a work trip!?

Mitsuru: So does that mean Nagisa-senpai was the one who came up with the prank!?

Nagisa: …Yeah. Sorry for deceiving you.

…It was necessary for Niki-kun to believe that “tiantian” existed in order for the prank to succeed. And I was selected to take part.

…I was surprised to see you involved, though, Tenma-kun.

Rinne: That’s what happened. If the prankster was someone from “Crazy:B”, then Niki might’ve had his guard up.

But you wouldn’t think someone like Nagi would trick you.

And those websites can be easily made. Eichi-chan’s got the message from his agency so he’s also in on the prank, of course.

Touri: Oh! Right!

Eichi-sama was surprised because I was with Shiina-senpai.

Nagisa: …Yeah. I think Eichi-kun found it unexpected. It looks like he said some things and went along with it. He must have contacted someone from the filming crew right away.

Rinne: Yup. As expected of Eichi-chan. He’s good at this sorta stuff.

After that, there was a rush to prepare the store so that it would make sense with what he said.

Niki: …………

MItsuru: Uuu, how frustrating~! We got tricked!

Touri: Yeaaaah…! Me and Mitsuru weren’t even the targets for the prank. You’re so cruel~!

Kohaku: Well, I honestly do feel bad for you two.

Rinne: Man, that was great. You looked so desperate tryin’ to find somethin’ that doesn’t even exist… pffft ♪

Touri: Wow, you’re awful!

Uuu. You should say something too, Shiina-senpai! You were the one who was fooled the most, right!?

Niki: …G–Grrr.

Touri: ? H–Huh? Shiina-senpai…?

Rinne: Oh? What’s up, Niki-kyun? Have you gone pale after bein’ completely exhausted?

Niki: Gaaaaaaaaaah!

You’ve really made me lose my temper! I’m boiling with rage! I’m really mad~!

I’m not gonna feel better until I get my revenge~! Prepare yourself!

Rinne: ! Woah. That was close…!

Mitsuru: Shiina-senpai’s amazing, y’know~! He’s so fast. He got right close to his chest in one jump. Hehe ♪

Rinne: Gyahaha ☆ It’s been a while since Niki got angry ♪Well, Rinne-kun’s gonna magnificently run away, though.

Kohaku: Come to think of it, Niki-han gets violent once that switch gets flipped, huh. I haven’t seen him like this in a long time too. Looks like he usually gets like that if he’s starvin’, though.

HiMERU: Well, he hasn’t been starving much recently.

Niki: I’m not letting you get away~! Give me back my innocent feelings for “tiantian”!

The biggest crime in this world is using food to deceive people! Today’s your last!

I’ve got two grudges: One’s from when you insulted my love for good and the other is when you’re stressing me out every day. I’m gonna get rid of all of those grudges today, so prepare yourself~!

Rinne: Niki, you bastard! Don’t add your daily stress onto it!

Kohaku-chaaaan. A human stomach is bullyin’ me~ Save me~

Kohaku: Huh? Don’t hide behind me. Aren’t you embarrassed hiding behind someone younger than you?

Niki-han must have daily stress from Rinne-han… I understand that.

So today, you can do whatever you want to the man hidin’ behind me ♪

Rinne: Ah, how could you, Kohaku-chan!? I can’t believe you’d betray me!

Kohaku: HiMERU-han and I are always telling you to tone things down a notch.

Rinne: Okay, wait. Kohaku-chan, if you let Niki go on a rampage here, then it’ll just cause trouble for the agency, you know?

Then that means “Crazy:B’s” image is just gonna hit the gutter. You wouldn’t want that, right?

Kohaku: …Ugh. That’s true… We shouldn’t cause trouble for others.

I’ve got no choice. I don’t have any resentment towards you, Niki-han, but you’ll have to calm down.

Hah!

Niki: Ugh!

Kohaku: Rest assured. I’ve only hit your solar plexus.

HiMERU: …Um, Oukawa? Shouldn’t you have used less strength…?

The solar plexus is a part of the human body. Were you trying to kill Shiina?

Touri: Hey, is this really gonna be aired on TV…? I hope it won’t be…

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Niki: Woaaaaaah!

Mitsuru: Oh~! Shiina-senpai, you’re amazing, y’know`! The cream in the bowl was whipped in minutes! 

Touri: Hey, Mitsuru, Mitsuru! Try this freshly baked cookie. It’s really good.

Mitsuru: Is it? I’m gonna try it right away.

Touri: I’m gonna have one more too.

Mitsuru & Touri: *Munch, munch…* It’s delicious~♪

Touri: You’re gonna make us cake next, right? I’m so excited~

Niki: Grr… ugh! How could they trick me!? I didn’t know the world was so cruel to me.

I’ve had enough! If “tiantian” doesn’t exist, then I’ll make something delicious that rivals it! Take thaaaaaat!

Mitsuru: Some sorta dessert is being made. It’s like magic, y’know!

Niki: Anyway, you two had it rough too. This sorta prank will definitely make anyone feel frustrated. The higher your expectations are, the lower the disappointment is.

Mitsuru: Hmm~... But thanks to that, we get to eat the super delicious desserts you’re making for us, so I think it’s my lucky day, y’know? ☆

This is way more delicious, way more fun and way more happy than some rare tasty dessert~!

Touri: Yeah. I think all the desserts you’re making here are way better than “tiantian”!

Niki: Guys…

Hehe… Yeah. I’m really glad I’m a chef…♪

Mitsuru: Huh? Did you say something, Shiina-senpai?

Niki: Nope, nothing.

Niki: Alrighty. I, Chef Niki Shiina, will make a bunch of desserts for you two~! I’m gonna fill this kitchen with sweets that are way better than “tiantian”!

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[figofswords]

don’t rb but my stats professor asked the class if we’re glad we’re doing a group project instead of a cumulative final exam and if we prefer that and everyone said yes??? I hate it here what is wrong with you people

[thefriskypanda]

Heyyyyy i head that ur new to Tumblr nice to meet you and I hope u enjoy the experience love❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I was wondering if I could get Zoro with a fem crewmate who have to hide from marines and Zoro pulls them into small tight space. When zoro looks down at reader he could see her breast being pressed up against his chest and he can't control him self.

I hope this makes sense if not I can send it again

Now have a good day or night 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Gaaaaaaaaaah~ I really enjoyed writing this one, I may have gotten a bit carried away, hehe

warnings: again, this contains a female reader, kissing. The following is under the cut: a bit of nipple play, fingering, and sex in a small space.

ko-fi ♥

Enjoy!

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Today started off like it usually would when the ship docked on an island. Part of the crew was in charge of gathering supplies, another was in charge of watching over the ship. You, on the other hand, had one of the most important tasks: looking after Zoro so he doesn’t get lost in case you needed to run. 

The first few times he absolutely hated it, feeling that he was being treated like a child. But after spending most of the time in land with you and realising that you were genuinely worried about his well being, he warmed up to you and accepted your company whenever he was wandering around. 

You two were talking inside a blacksmith shop about whether you should choose a single sword or a double handed one to defend yourself better, just in case you were left alone at any point. In any case, he promised to train you himself, not only to make sure you learnt how to fight properly, but it also served as an excuse to spend more time together.

When you finally decided and walked out of the shop, weapon in its case resting on your back, you heard a faint yell in the distance.

“The Strawhats are around here, search for them!”

The voice came exactly from the nearest path to the port, leaving you with no other choice than to grab Zoro’s hand and run in the opposite direction. He simply stared at you with an almost invisible blush on his face, not questioning your lead. Until he felt a presence coming from the front. With no other choice, he pulled you into an alleyway that came into view. Unfortunately, there was no way out, a simple door in front of you was your only option. Your companion grabbed your forearm, “Come here” he said quickly and pulled the door open, pushing you inside.

Your back met with a few wooden boxes that were neatly arranged in piles while Zoro closed the door behind him. He put his hand on the crate behind you and closed his eye, trying to listen if the Marines had followed you. 

There were voices right outside your hiding spot, prompting you to hold your breath and tightly close your eyes. The swordsman noticed your body going stiff against him, looking down with the intention of asking if you were okay, but he realized just how close the two of you were.

Your body was brushing his own, he could easily feel the warmth radiating from you, and even if he wanted to, he couldn’t ignore the fact that your breasts were pressed against his chest. The softness of your mounds felt good against his hard muscles, enough to make his legs tremble.

A gentle “are you okay, Zoro?” broke his haze, bringing his eyes up to look at your own, stopping briefly at your lips. He sneaked his arm around your waist, pressing you two even more. You felt something poking at your center. “Wha- wait... ” you couldn’t form proper sentences, blood rushed to your cheeks at the realisation of what it was.

When you were about to question him about his strange behaviour, he grabbed your hair with his other hand and sealed your lips in a passionate kiss, pushing your body against the hard wooden crate, your forgotten sword digging into your back. You gently put your arms on his shoulders, gripping on his clothes, overwhelmed by the sensual way his lips were moving. A bunch of emotions exploded, neither of you wanted to let go, not wanting for this moment to end.

The silence of the small storage room was filled with gasps and moans as his mouth explored your neck with intense adoration, sucking and licking wherever he could while his hands roughly squeezed your hips, grinding against them, trying to get some friction.

Low grunts rumbled in his throat at the pleasing sensation, but it wasn’t enough. Your sultry voice caught his attention, making him stop his movements, thinking about a solution for the new problem at hand.

“Hmmm, no. This won’t do” He said as he grabbed your hips with one arm. You shot him a questioning glance as he easily lifted your legs from the ground and pressed you even more against the hard surface. “Z-zoro!” you gasped. “What are you doing now?”. His free hand grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it down gently. “I can’t go back to the ship like this, wanna help me?” His eye was fixed on your face, all his movements stopped. Soon you realized that he was asking you permission to touch you. He didn’t want to hurt you when he got to the main act.

You brought your lips together, giving him a short, deep kiss while you wrapped your legs around his middle. A simple “Do as you wish” made Zoro immediately bring your left breast out of its confinement. Lifting your body a bit further up, he leaned down and started planting butterfly kisses from your mouth, all the way down your neck, chest, and stopped at your hardening nipple, giving it a few tentative licks before engulfing his mouth around it, alternating between swirling his tongue and sucking. The sensation made you feel an increasing tingle on your lower stomach, not noticing that his hand was traveling through your side, tenderly caressing your body, before opening your shorts and sliding them along with your panties through only one of your legs, letting the dangle on the other one.

He gently caressed your clit, drawing a sharp breath out of your lungs. His movements were controlled at first, but he easily lost his patience, driving him to let go of your nipple to watch your expression as he fastened his pace, inserting his middle and ring finger at the same time, curling them up at the right angle. It all felt so amazing, that your orgasm crashed down on your body, juices spilling on the floor under you while you tried to muffle your moans by biting your lower lip.

“The best part is yet to come” Zoro whispered in your ear, giving it a soft bite before grabbing his throbbing member and positioning it at your entrance. He slowly pushed in, engrossed at how deliciously hot and wet your pussy felt. You decided to bite his shoulder as he started to rock his hips into you, desperately trying to hide the lewd noises that resonated in your throat.

You could feel the rumble in his chest as he groaned, too lost into you to think of anything else than how good you felt, completely wrapped around him, as you also thought of him.

He immediately pulled out as his own orgasm arrived, cumming on your stomach, a few droplets joined your juices on the floor.

For a short moment, you could only hear your agitated respiration, but his husky voice broke the silence. “I think we are ready to go now. Can’t feel those marines with my haki anymore.”

He let you stand on your own, allowing you to balance yourself on him as you awkwardly put your shorts back on.

You felt a relief as a fresh wave of air entered the small room when he opened the door to peek outside, just to be sure that it was completely safe to go out. Before heading out, he turned back to you and kissed you once again. “We’re not done, but we better head back to the ship”.

Sudden heat crept its way to your face at his words, but with a smile, you nodded and grabbed his hand to lead him. “Sure, I could use some ‘training’ with you”.

Later at the Thousand Sunny, everyone wondered why you two were so eager to go to the Crow’s Nest, but innocently dismissed it when they saw your new weapon, oblivious at your intertwined hands.

[animebw]

Reading One Piece: Chapters 332-333

-”If this was something we could patch up through talking, it wouldn’t have come to this in the first place.” I gotta start giving Luffy more credit for his emotional perceptiveness. He really understands people.

-”Don’t get off the ship no matter what.” This is honestly scary. Luffy isn’t fucking around.

-God he’s trying to use all his old braggart tricks and it’s not working aaaagh

-”This is how I fight!” GOD THIS HURTS TO WATCH

-JESUS THAT GAS ATTACK

-God, Luffy’s face. There’s so many emotions going through him right now.

-”IMPACT!” YOU’RE GONNA KILL YOURSELF JESUS

-I fucking love how much of this fight plays out wordlessly. No banter, no jabs, just anger and screams and flashbacks driving their actions. It’s insane.

-”There’s no way... you could defeat me!” And just like that, it’s over. Wow.

-”If you start doubting yourself... who will we have faith in?” I. Jesus. Has Luffy ever doubted himself like this before?

-And Chopper still leaves the medicine with him gaaaaaaaaaah

-”We can never... return to this ship.” It’s over. It’s really over. For all of them. God.

[the-littlefangirl]

TFATWS episode 2 rewatch commentary

We should've guessed John Walker was going to be an asshole the moment it was revealed he played football in high school

That remix of star spangled man is my villain origin story JEEEEEEESUS i want to punch something

They literally mass produced a Walker action figure in two weeks what the fuck

"Your new Captain America" GAAAAAAAAAAh * angry noises *

"For those who aren't familiar with John's resume" thank you GMA lady

My face during that whole speech: wtf and indignation intensify

Bucky's face: yep same.

Imagine being Sam and everywhere you go you're seeing your one (1) mistake spit in your face overandoverandover again that's g r e a t

Tbh that sambucky reunion was anticlimatic as fuck but i actually liked that, it was like WELL HERE WE GO AGAIN they can’t look at each other for 5 seconds before they need to start bickering

"You think it didn't break my heart" SAM SWEETIE

YeAH TELL HIM SAM

The way I know this clip by heart help me. It's still hilarious but it's even better now that I know that they literally just met and they're already bickering can you PLEASE stop you children

T H E  B I G  T H R E E

Spoiler it was a thing

Love how nonchalant Joaquín is about this entire situation lmao

"You sure about that"

*Fakes smiles* yeah, * screams *

Congrats at least you didn't rip your arm off this time that's what I call progress

is he… is he wearing high wasted skinny (jeans) combat pants?

Redwing i'm sorry for what's about to happen :(

"Look at you all stealthy" PLEASE

"it's white wolf, actually" n e r d

SAM MATERIALIZING OUT OF THIN AIR SAFHAJSFHA this is the second time that happened it’s so funny

H E LLO H O W A R E Y O U?

GOOD! WHAT DID I MISS! NOTHING

They're literally 5 CHILDREN CHILDREN PLEASE STOP

AND I CAN FLY WHO GIVES A SHIT fsdjhfadjkfh

L e t  m  e   s e e

Four

Yeah

Five!

YeaH

“So they're strong. W h a t e v e r”

SFHJDASKFA we're superheroes ma'am vibes

3 supersoldiers what could possibly go wrong

REDWING MY BELOVED FAREWELL

"I always wanted to do that" *gets punched in the face* you deserved that

YEAH BABEE look at those wings

Why do the knockoff duo have a special handshake jesus fucking christ i hate them

“SAM JOHN WALKER CAPTAIN AMERICA” Sam: *Glares harder*

Sam is having a very shitty day

So are we going to ignore that Bucky did t h e  t h i n g with the shield? Ok? Ok.

You can't tell me he wasn't thinking of just grabbing it like a toy and not returning it in the middle of the fight sfj

LOOK AT THOSE W I N G S

*whispers* t h e e arm thing

*Stares at the wall* I CAN'T WITH THAT SEQUENCE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEJSFHJASFAH PLEASE they didn't have to go that far with the grunting noises PLEASE

John Walker getting his ass served is something that can be so personal<3

Also, I like that they've now established that he CAN lose a fight, which makes me wonder if he's also going to use his political influence as leverage against sam and bucky once he goes berserk

"It's one of the big three" "Aliens, androids or wizards" "pretty sure" lmao yeah I don't think that's the vindication Sam was looking for

"Look, I've done the work, okay" SHUT THE FUUUUUUCK UP

"You ever jump on top of a grenade" bucky finding out about it in the middle of a briefing during the war fic trope intensifies

"It's a reinforced helmet" well you're fucking losing the point there then you naive clown

Captain "Kind of the government" America??? NOPE NOPE GOODBYE N O P E NOOOOOOOOOOOPE

"Usually said by the people with the resources" daaamn

“I'm Battlestar. John's partner" A clown that’s what you are

Bucky: YES I'VE REACHED MY LIMIT STOP THE FUCKING CAR

"It'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingmen on my side" FUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUU

"It's always that last line" yeP

Erin Kellyman is??? So pretty???

"The GRC care more about the people who came back than the ones who never left" love how they keep putting those random bits since otherwise their position sounds??? Extremely reasonable?? BUT THEY ARE V I O L E N T  R E V O L U T I O N E R S fuck off

"Let's take the shield, Sam" oh you BET he's been spiraling thinking about 3224 strategies on how to steal the shield during that flight

Sharon name drop:)

YES I KNOW YOU WERE ON THE RUN FOR TWO YEARS I'D REALLY HAVE WANTED TO SEE MORE OF IT JFC @marvel i hate you so much

The whole Baltimore sequence * chef's kiss *

ELI SWEETIE

Friendly reminder that Isaiah Bradley won a fight against the Winter Soldier. Proceed.

"I'm not a killer anymore" bucky sweetie

"You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be" OOOOF

Carl Lumbly's acting f u c k

"How could nobody bring him up" SAM SWEETIE

I'm going to go ballistic now excuse me:))

This whole scene is so well written jesus fucking christ

Have you praised Anthony Mackie's performance today?

Twitter is this clear enough for you?????

Tbh i'm actually surprised marvel allow them to go there even if the situation didn't escalate.

They put the tiiiiniest handcuffs on bucky lmfao

How many more "bucky"s from Walker's mouth until someone punches him?

"He's too valuable of an asset to have tied up" YEAH BEEP BEEP ALARMS GOING OFF RIGHT THE FUCK NOW UHM THOSE WERE SOME… WORD CHOICES… THAT WERE USED… fuck you Walker

"It's something I use with couples" oh coME ON

SFHAJSDFH this is ridiculous i love it

Malcolm Spellman: * agressively takes notes on Stackie's interviews *

SOUL-GAZING EXERCISE LMFAO

THEY'RE SO STUPID I HATE THEM

Sambucky: *chaotic leg positioning*

Dr Raynor: WOW ALL RIGHT

I love that the staring contest thing is the conclusion of the bucky staring joke lmao

AND DON'T SAY SOMETHING CHILDISH

this is literally not about you bucky

"Maybe this is something you or Steve will never understand. But can you accept that I did what I thought was right?" YEAH!!!! 

Why is everyone, on the show and outside of it too, acting as if Sam made that decision of out the blue and didn't think about it for six months straight, and look what happened! He got fucking played! He's feeling enough remorse as it is jfc

"Thanks Doc for making it weird I feel much better" LMFAO

Oh you KNOW that the shoulder clap is going to come back unironically and it's going to be soft as fuck

"I feel better" "I feel awful" props for the honesty boys!

"It wouldn't make sense to work with you" more like you're the fucking government's lap dog and we wouldn't touch that with a twelve feet long pole. Let's fucking go Sam let's fucking go

10/10 building of Walker actually being a fucking asSHOLE

The Power Broker name drop!

Yes Bucky SHOULD beat the SHIT out of Zemo. As a treat.

"We're going to go see Zemo" *CLASSICAL MUSIC STARTS BLASTING IN THE BACKGROUND*

Oh I love that last bird eye's shot at the end of the scene

Overall thoughts: This episode was MUCH MUCH better on second viewing. I do think it’s a little bit too fast paced so a lot of things keep happening and there’s not enough time to process them in between?? Again the best moments are the quiet ones like the flight back and the Baltimore scene, but mad props to everyone from jumping between comedy and drama so fucking well. Even though there are, in tone, some very opposite atmospheres in the episode it never feels chaotic, and the situations that happen are very well connected and don’t feel disjointed at all.

The highlight of the episode was definitely the two different ways Sam and Bucky are (avoiding) grieving over Steve, and how his legacy hangs between them at all times. It makes so much sense for Bucky to take the entire situation so personally because Steve was the One thing he knew he could trust, while Sam is trying to see the bigger picture and not just what Steve demanded of him.

Hope that makes sense!

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Don Carlo (ROH, 2008): Reactions, Part I

It’s been ages since I’ve seen this particular performance of this particular production (although I did just watch the Met 2010 stream of this production about three and a half months ago), but when better to come back to this one than for the annual Don Carlo Watch Party Of One?

here we gooooooooooo

look at her, having so much fun and being so confident and carefree...😭

Tebaldo is being very protective of his princess/crush and it’s incredibly cute

awww, they really are so adorable and happy

and this is one of the MANY reasons why Fontainebleau should ALWAYS be included

that moment when you realize the guy you were talking to is on Undercover Boss

is it just me or does Elisabetta’s dress, other than the small ruff, have more than a faint mid/late 1800s look?

oh no poor kiddo is so excited and he has no idea he is ruining lives

life: ruined

gaaaaaaaaaah this hurts too much

yeah this moment always gets me, whether ROH or Met

I don’t care what anyone says I adore this set

obviously not foreshadowing or dropping any hints at all wink wink

here he iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis

poor Rodrigo thinks Carlo’s talking about him

wait, that’s something he and Éboli have in common

not in common: Carlo actually does love him

“They are certainly very good friends”

shut up, Karen. SHUT. UP.

I feel like this is a good place to end Part I

[beantothemax]

“If I died when my mother did, would anything have changed?”

“Probably not. Your brother is another candidate. You’re just more convenient.”

“…Convenient. Is that what people think of me? Just a convenient person to be around? To use?”

“Oh definitely. I mean look at yourself. You certainly look the part.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hikari, you’re a people pleaser for as long as I knew you. Your father was distant from you, Mugen hates you, and your mother is gone. I would include friends but that seems to be fluctuating on a daily basis. You want people to see you and appreciate you. You don’t help people for the sake of helping them, you help them so you can feel better about yourself and so that they can look at you. Anything for the people is just a lie you made up so that you can justify all of this.”

“What about now? I lied low just like you told me to, and here I am tangled up with all of this, helping people without even trying. What should I call that?”

“Circumstance. You were there at the time so they asked for your help and since you have a bleeding heart, you help them. It escalates and now you’re here.”

“…Maybe I am doing this all for a selfish need to be seen. But at least I’m doing something. If I can help people even for a little bit then the world gets a bit better.”

“Hah. It’s a wonder your the Harbinger of the End. With all the optimism you have for the world, no one would really notice that you could end it in an instant.”

“Stop that.”

“I’m just saying the truth.”

“…I don’t want the world to end Kazan. It’s bad right now but we don’t know if it can get better or worse. And I like to think it can get better. Most people are just that. People. Everyone is trying to get by and I like to think that it’s the small kindness that they do that helps it get better.”

“Doesn’t do much against everything else though.”

“That’s a fault of the system, not of themselves. People are flawed. They’ll always be flawed. We just hope they make the right choices and are kind. We try to be kind to each other and try our best. Because what else are we supposed to do?”

“…Wow. I try to get you to kill me so that the world would end and you still believe things can get better?”

“What else am I supposed to do? I can’t die because, as you said, my brother is always an option. I can’t let the world end because my friends are all in it. And I can’t just hide after my brother is taken care of because what kind of existence is that?”

“All good points. You truly are in a harrowing position.”

“You know, when I decided to talk to you, I thought that you would try to turn me to nihilism. Surprised you haven’t done that yet.”

“No use in preaching to an audience that doesn’t listen. You clearly have your own path you want to follow, so. That leads to the big question. What are you going to do about this?”

“…I don’t know. I don’t know how to stop you and the people you work for but I won’t stop fighting for the Dawn. Does that answer satisfy you?”

“I suppose. Honestly I am just waiting for what will happen. If the world ends then I’m proven right. If it doesn’t then I’m proven wrong and, well. I’ll admit, that option sounds much more interesting than the first.”

KIWI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KIWI IM SHAKING YOU FRANTICALLY HOW DO YOU DO THIS EVERY TIME

HIKARI. HIKARI JUST TALKING ABIUT HOW YEAH THE WORLD’S NOT THE BEST VUT WE DONT KNOW IF ITLL GET BETTER OR WORSE UNTIL WE SEE IT……… GAAAAAAAAAAH I KNOW ITS THE SAME MESSAGE BUT IN THIS NEW CONTEXT ITS JUST… EXPERIENCING TOO MANY EMOTIONS

@throne-anguis

[crystalizedmoon-x]

I'm so tense and I feel so sick. Its like my brain is in constant stress mode no matter what. It won't shut up. The house is cluttered. It's a mess. We are low on toilet roll and my anxiety gives me the worst anxious tummy... And I pee a lot when anxious so automatically my minds creating those things knowing we're short! My minds fucked up I know. I haven't eaten healthy today so I feel poop. I haven't exercised in 2 days, like my usual at home ones I have been doing great at. I haven't been planning healthy meals. My sleep is fucked. I can't sleep for shit. I have a constant anxiety when I leave the house I need to try shut up expecially if I go far away, I go quiet to try stop it. I want out but don't wanna go out. I hate the way I look right now, I hate my weight, I feel stuck. Yet I should be happy, because nothing is really that bad tbh, but my mind won't let me be. I'm in a constant state of tense, my Jaws tensed 24/7 so I have headaches all the damn time. I csnt tell if I'm ill and somethings wrong or if it's in my head. I'm so frustrated. I can't even get myself to book in blood test from abnormal bloods due to being too anxious to do it. I can't shut off for sleep so I sit on my phone until my brain makes me shut off and sometimes I even have to force that. The little things that are nothing to someone are non stop swirling in my head and huge to me that I feel so uncomfortable anxious and stressed. Like I wnana throw up from it. Gaaaaaaaaaah. I need a blissful day, sunshine and vitamin d, exercise so I don't feel guilty, healthy nutritious good good food, clean house, organisation, everything we need in, make myself feel good and not rush it from time, anxiety or feeling unwell so I cba or tiredness. Fresh bedding. Kids fresh bedding. Fresh nice smelling house. Maybe those will create a clear brain for me, my brain is so clouded with so much shit I want a clear brain even just for a day

[hannahindie]

Maple Leaves and Flannel

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned) Word Count: 2,608 Warnings: Cutesy fluff and extreme descriptions of fall. (I don’t think that’s really a warning, but I’m a wordy girl so...maybe?) A/N: I wrote this for @impalaimagining’s Favorite Seasons Gif Challenge! Fall is my favorite time of year, so I was excited to get to write a fic that primarily focused on that.

Beta’d by my wonderful @trexrambling, because without her, a lot of my thoughts would be jumbled: “THIS. HANNAH, THIS!!!!!! YESSSSSSS I LOVE THIS LINE IT IS MY NEW FAVORITE LINE. Gaaaaaaaaaah this is wonderful.”

And my sweet @pinknerdpanda, who encourages me even when I hate nearly everything I wrote and feel like starting over: “ I love this whole sentence sooooo much!”

As usual, tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you’d like to be added!!

Fall has always been my favorite time of year. Summer had its moments, but when the stifling heat finally started melting into cool breezes, when I could enjoy the sun’s warmth on my face without immediate fear of being burnt to a crisp, I was in my happy place. If anyone were to ask me why fall was my favorite, besides the cooler temperatures and the lack of sun poisoning, it would be hard to pinpoint an exact thing.

It could be the brilliant colors the leaves inevitably changed to, a magnificent splash of reds and oranges and yellows all mixing together to make it look like the landscape was on fire. The slow appearance of Halloween decorations that would go up bit by bit; a zombie here, purple and green lights there, fake spiderweb stretching across every available surface. The extraordinary amount of pumpkins that would just appear with no warning on porch steps, balanced precariously on hay bales that also would magically appear, a majority of which had simple faces that had been painstakingly carved into them by excited children who cared less about the carving and more about cleaning out the slimy guts inside.

So, had you asked me what my favorite thing about fall was, I would have told you it was too hard to choose and wandered off with my pumpkin spice latte to find some crunchy leaves to jump in.

Well, that’s what I would have said. But then I saw him.

Right in the middle of town is a large maple tree. Large is really an understatement. This maple tree is one of the oldest I’ve ever seen, and it’s huge. It’s right on the edge of the sidewalk, and the roots have pushed up the concrete slabs like they’re made out of foam. Every year, I expect one of the massive branches to break off and land on top of the old, Victorian-style house that sits empty next to it, but every year it proves me wrong. It also sits directly on the path I take from my apartment to the library, and every time I walk past, regardless of what I might be doing at the time, I glance up at the huge spanning limbs and falling leaves. Most days, there’s nothing remarkable about it. It’s beautiful, yes, and it’s one of my favorite things about my town...but generally speaking, it’s the same scene every single day.

Except one day when there was an addition to the normal scenery.

I had just crossed the street and was making my way down the sidewalk when I glanced up out of habit and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing just under the maple was a tall man, his head bent as he looked down at his phone. His shaggy, chestnut hair hung down and obscured most of his face, and I held my breath as I waited for him to look up. He was wearing a burnt orange coat and a lighter orange flannel; he was like the perfect autumn day in a ruggedly handsome, broad shouldered package. He must have realized someone was staring at him because he looked up and locked eyes with me, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Hi,” he said softly, his voice deep and smooth.

I finally released the breath I’d been holding, my eyes wide. “H-hello.”

He took a couple of steps towards me and pocketed his phone as he did, “Sorry to bother you, but do you live around here?” I nodded but remained quiet. “Do you know much about this house?”

“Oh, yea, it’s one of my favorite places in town. Are you...are you interested in buying it?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded, “Yea, actually. Me and my brother grew up in a house like this, and I just happened to be driving through when I saw it.”

“So do you live close by?” Surely I would have remembered seeing him around.

He shook his head, “No, I'm here on business. I've been kind of looking for a place to start over, and since I was already here, I thought I'd look around.” He held his hand out, “My name is Sam, by the way. Sam Winchester.” I took his hand, and I was unsurprised when his totally engulfed mine.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same.” He smiled again, and just as he opened his mouth to say something else, a muffled ring interrupted him. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After a quick glance, he looked at me apologetically, “I'm sorry, that's my brother. I gotta go meet him...family business stuff to work on. Maybe I'll see you around?”

I smiled at him, “Yea, that would be nice. See you later.”

He gave a small wave and started walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction that I was going. Luckily, that wasn't the last time I saw Sam Winchester.

The second time I saw Sam Winchester I was at the library, coffee in hand as I flipped through pages upon pages of town history. I had just started at the local newspaper, and my first assignment was to put together a large series leading up to the town’s centennial celebration. Most people would have wondered what they had done to deserve such a fate, but I loved stuff like that. There was something about getting lost in old newspapers and books, scattered photographs that lay forgotten in people's attics, only remembered when you ask them if they have anything that would help you. I could sit all day at the library, curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs with a giant book. Most of my days consisted of that, actually.

I had been reading about The Great Flood of 1928 when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see Sam looking at me, one corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Sam,” I said as I shifted into a more upright position. “How are you?”

He shrugged, “Pretty good. I think we’ll be here for a few more days.” He nodded towards my stack of books, “What are you researching?”

I glanced down at the book in my hand, “Currently, a catastrophic flood that destroyed most of the town in 1928. In general, just getting some information for a series I'm writing for the paper. The centennial is coming up. Although I have to say, there's less interesting and happy things than there are devastating natural disasters, murder, and general bad luck.” I closed my book and sat it on the table. “Why are you here?”

“Well, I needed to do some research of my own. The librarian told me you might have a book I need. It's actually a collection of property deeds and stuff.”

I raised an eyebrow, “That sounds…”

“Boring,” Sam laughed. “It is. Which is why I'm here and not my brother.” He sat the books he'd already claimed down, “Mind if I join you?”

I shook my head as I handed him the book he was looking for, “Not at all. I can't promise that I'll be exciting company, though,”

He laughed, “At least we can be boring together.”

And so we sat, the next three hours consumed with what was supposed to be serious research but had quickly turned into us laughing about some of the more ridiculous things that had happened in town.

Sam sat back with a laugh, and I couldn't help but stare at the deep dimples that formed when he allowed himself to truly smile. “Wow, it's been awhile since I laughed that much. That was nice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and his smile quickly disappeared, “But it looks like it's time for me to head out.” He stood and shouldered his coat on, “Hopefully I'll get to see you before we leave.”

I smiled, “I would enjoy that. See you around.” Sam smiled and strode quickly out of the library. I looked down to find that he'd left the book he'd asked for open, and I pulled it around to look at the page he'd marked.

The deed was for the old abandoned house with the giant maple in the yard.

The last time I saw Sam Winchester is a little blurry. It's kind of a long story, and honestly I'm not even sure that I have all the details. I remember seeing the deed for the old house. Curiosity got the better of me and I did the one thing that I'm surprised I hadn't done before but realize now should never have; I googled the address of the Victorian house with the town’s oldest maple tree.

I vaguely recall reading what had to have been one of the more disturbing stories of our town that I had soundly decided not to include in our centennial write up. But even after I sat down to read something else, determined to not focus on the vicious quadruple murder/suicide that had occurred in the house, my mind kept returning to it.

Which had led me to my next question; why was Sam so interested in that house? And what family business was he doing that he needed the deed information? Nothing was adding up, and I was beginning to wonder what that handsome stranger was up to.

I remember leaving the library, bag in tow and determined to figure out what was going on. I had stopped at the end of the sidewalk before taking a big breath and striding up the cracked concrete like I owned the place.

And that's when things get a little fuzzy. All I can really remember is that I saw something that shouldn't have been real. That moment of pause, the shock of seeing a man that was long dead standing directly in front of me, nearly cost me my life. What I do remember is Sam appearing out of nowhere, quickly followed by a shorter man with bright eyes that I guessed was his brother, and a loud shotgun blast.

Then I was outside, my back against the maple tree and a large, rough hand cradled against my face.

“Y/N...hey, are you alright?” Any other time, opening my eyes to that handsome face would have been welcome. As it was, I could barely remember where I was, much less who was in front of me.

“I...yea...I think so...what happened?”

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s a long story.”

I shifted my weight and groaned as my bruised ribs protested at the movement, “What exactly do you and your brother do, anyway?”

He chuckled, “That's also a long story.” He helped me stand up, and I grimaced again. “Are you sure you're okay?”

I nodded, “Aside from the fact that I just saw something impossible, and said impossible thing tried to kill me...I'm pretty sure I'm good. Ask me tomorrow.” He smiled sadly and my chest ached, “You won't be here, will you?”

He shook his head, “No, we uh...we have some other things to take care of.” I stared at him for a moment and tried to memorize the way his hair fell in his face, the little mole on his chin, how his eyes seemed to change color. There were too many details, and I knew it would be impossible to do him justice in my spotty memory. So instead, I put my arms around his waist and pressed my ear to his chest and listened to the strong, steady beat of his heart.

“It was nice to meet you, Sam Winchester.”

Sam didn't say anything, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me a little tighter.

It's been a year since I last saw Sam Winchester. A year since I saw him standing under that maple tree, its bright red and orange leaves falling around him as he looked at his phone, unaware of the dumbstruck girl staring at him.

It's been a year since I let curiosity win out over common sense and I discovered that there was far more to this world than I could have ever imagined, and that the gentle giant that I had laughed with over coffee was responsible for keeping it all in check.

Sam and Dean had driven me home and the ride there was mostly silent. Sam sat in the back with me, his long legs tucked in as well as he could, and I had curled tightly into his side. My ribs complained the entire ride, but I ignored them; I wasn't passing up what could be my last chance to be this close to Sam.

Sam walked me to my door and pulled me into one last hug, and it took everything I had not to beg him to at least stay the night. He'd started to walk away, but at the last minute, turned back and pulled me into him, his soft lips working against mine almost desperately before he pulled back, gave me a tight lipped smile, and walked to the car. The next morning I went to stick my hand in my jacket pocket and found a piece of a napkin containing small, cramped handwriting. There was a number, and under that a single word - 'Sam'.

We had texted quite a bit for awhile; what he and Dean were up to, plans to get coffee when they finally made it back into town to visit, the most recent book we'd read. I knew that with their lifestyle, it would probably be awhile before I got to see Sam again, but I held on to hope. Then, finally, the messages stopped.

I'd like to think that he's okay, that he's saving people from the monsters that linger in the shadows, but I often worry that something happened. I think I'd feel it, though. For that much good to leave the world, I'm sure my heart would know.

I've kept the same routine this whole year. I walk the same path, go to the same job, live in the same apartment. And every day, I walk past the old Victorian, the maple looming over it with its canopy of fiery leaves. I’d always looked towards the house, only now I do so in hopes that I'll see a man, dressed like fall, and smiling. When I don't see him there, I like to imagine that he's off saving the world with his brother, one monster at a time.

That is, until today.

Because today, I walked the same path down the same road, crossed at the same corner, and just like I did exactly one year ago, I looked up at the house and the maple. Under its falling leaves, standing just where he was the first time I saw him, was Sam. Only this time, he wasn't looking down at his phone; this time he was looking straight at me. He was a bit thinner than he was back then, and he'd cut his hair a little different, but the smile was the same. I stopped a few feet away, afraid that if I blinked he'd disappear.

“Sorry I'm late,” he said softly, “things got a little...crazy.”

I nodded, “Long story?”

Sam chuckled, “Yea, you could say that.”

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, my ear to his chest, and sighed happily. I never realized how relieved I would feel to hear someone’s heartbeat. “You know what, I have all day.”

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