#the goggles and reflection

[plausible-possible-perhaps]

The day Zoë (or ANYONE, really) recreates this panel for a photoshoot is the day I will truly live

[ethosiab]

I see a lot of designs out there in which tango has red tinted glasses/goggles (mine included) but I don't think enough of us acknowledge how much that would affect his vision

[awsok]

shin hati — season one character study

introduction in the odyssey, emily wilson / ahsoka, 'master and apprentice' / ahsoka, 'fallen jedi' / so we must meet apart, gabrielle bates & jennifer s. cheng / ahsoka, 'far far away' / between dog and wolf, rené-xavier prinet / ahsoka, 'far far away' / ahsoka, 'dreams and madness' / ahsoka, 'dreams and madness' / camp damascus, chuck tingle / ahsoka, 'the jedi the witch and the warlord' / the sun is also a star, nicola yoon

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Cas stitching up his trench coat in one of the motel chairs while Sam and Dean are asleep and quietly talking to Jack about how to him the coat feels as part of himself now as his blade is. That it reminds him that he wasn't always aware of just how deeply humans could feel. How deeply angels could feel. How putting care into something can make it meaningful. The stars were mere pricks of light before humans decided to name them. The more he cares for his coat, the more of his perspective and memory gets sewn into it. The more it becomes his.

"And the pockets," he confides with a deep wink, "Are good for keeping snacks in."

Later, when Dean is asleep again, drooling over an open book of research in the bunker, Jack watches as Cas tucks his coat over Dean's shoulders and sees how he hesitates for a moment before brushing his hand softly through Dean's hair. Dean is transformed, through Cas’s careful attention, from the man who was the gatekeeper of acceptance and goodness to just a man, vulnerable and in need of care.

Jack wonders whether Castiel cares for everyone like they are a precious object. And he wonders what Castiel would transform him into, if he had to be repaired. Jack isn't sure that he likes the idea. He already has a hard time understanding his own morality, how can he also be expected live up to the idea of himself in Castiel's head? The object that Castiel loves? Does he need to be changed in order to become his?

"I could get him my pillow?" Jack suggests, swallowing against the cold mass in his throat when Cas smiles gently at that. He does like it, then, when Jack acts against his own interest.

"That might wake him. We should let him rest."

"He's precious to you."

"He is." Castiel reaches out and puts a hand on Jack's sleeve, expression sincere, "And so are you."

"Right," Jack says, then, "thanks," and holds his smile until Cas wanders back to sit perpendicular to Dean, to watch him until just before he stirred. Castiel and Jack, both, were good at pretending not to feel what they felt.

Watching the angel watch the man, Jack feels like a star. Immense and powerful but also distant, removed. Not special until a real person decides that he is. He is between angel and human. Person and object. Precious and disregarded. He is the blade and the coat, and Jack doesn't know which is worse.

[whereifindsanity]

[huariqueje]

Goggles in Water - Ann Goldberg , 2015.

Canadian , b. 1970s

Oil on canvas ,  24 x 36 in.

[thedeaddandy]

Did you think all this time that I wouldn’t find out about you?

[lord-shitbox]

That fucking poem I wrote like two years ago was right. You are married to the fringes. You are wed to the distance between yourself and another and that isolation loves you like nothing else will in your life.

[kohakhearts]

yeah im thinking about the full version of 1・2・3 again yeah its making my brain a little mushy about The Characters

[alkemylabz]

judging on my fixation with AM you can really tell my favorite characters in homestuck were vriska and caliborn

[hazbinbabbling4ever]

I don’t know why the realizations are hitting me all at the same time, but another thing I just remembered is how bummed out Crowley was to discover that Job had the possibility of asking questions to God without being killed on the spot. Aziraphale told him, just hours prior, that the only good thing of being a demon is that he can do all he wants. But is it really true? As an angel, he couldn’t even communicate with god because god has no “suggestion inbox”, he could just do what he was told, no questions allowed. As a demon? He feels abandoned by god, sure he’s free to do what he wants, to a certain degree: he’s lonely, if he does so much as a small, minuscule good deed, he suffers the wrath of hell (Edinburgh episode). Doesn’t seem like he’s got much freedom, after all.  Imho Crowley does have some sort of trauma from all of this, it’s not just Aziraphale going through religious trauma, they’re just coming from 2 very different places, 2 very differing povs. 

[meat-loving-meat]

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[whereifindsanity]

[darkhorizons]

[seddair]

God

[tiramissyoucake]

Yapping, I'm supposed to be asleep.

Shitpost, straight STOLEN FROM DBZ, mentions of bathing together, Mark is downbad

It was unusual, THE Invincible having trouble with some lame teleporting bad guy? His punches that Mark took didn't hurt but it was hard to hit something he couldn't see, something that was constantly zipping in and out of existence.

"Invincible, can you hear me?" Cecil's voice rang out from the intercom. "I'm swapping you out, head back to base."

"What?!" Him? Benched? "No! I can handle this guy! If I could just—" he grunted as he was caught off guard by a shove, swinging behind him quickly but only swishing through air as that jerk's smug face disappeared. "—if he'd just stand still!"

"That's the problem. He's too quick for you. Head back to base." Mark gritted his teeth. No one's too quick for him, superspeed was on his list of powers damn it. Cecil's demands for him to return went unheard as he swung left and right, narrowly landing any punches or grazes. He wasn't even able to chase down the guy.

They say there's glory in knowing when to give up, but it felt pathetic, and he wasn't about to surrender to some coward who blipped in and out of sight because he's too much of a pussy to take a punch-

"Invincible? You there?" Your voice resounded this time, he glanced up as if talking to you with a confused expression. "Babe? What're you doing there?"

"You're not following orders again!" You dodged the question as you spoke into a microphone that Cecil offered you, watching the large screens. "Come back, now!"

"Tell Cecil to ask me to go back himself instead of getting someone else to!" He argued, you sighed.

"Mark Grayson, if you don't stop fighting this second, I'm never taking a bath with you ever again!"

At the word 'bath', he instantly remembered the warmth of the water surrounding you both, the soap suds that floated around him, some leaking down your naked body and censoring you in such a playful way that it made his heart jump, smiling at him with droplets clinging to your cheek, down your chin and back into the water, causing a smaller ripple unnoticed by your moving forms' back and forth.

Dread. Anguish. Fear. Is this what man felt? Is this what his enemies feel when death looms over the horizon of the knuckles of his fist? Drowning in blood? Mark's body stiffened as he looked up at the sky, goggles reflecting the light of the sun, the destructive flames of the burning star looming over earth.

It was quiet, Mark didn't respond and for a moment, you worried that hurt his feelings or if he didn't even listen.

you and whatever agents were in the room could see how he stopped. You could've sworn the screen glitches because he disappeared, leaving the teleporting foe behind. A whoosh flew into the room as your beloved hero boyfriend stood there, patting off his suit.

"We'll leave you to it then." He told Cecil before holding your hand, pulling you along and out of the guarded facility.