#got 8x02

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

I love that we got a parallel to this scene:

In the very next episode:

In both scenes, Dany is feeling threatened but only in the 8x01 scene does she make a threat. In 8x01, she's feeling threatened by Sansa's disrespect and makes the not-so-subtle threat to Jon. In 8x02, she's feeling threatened by finding out Jon is actually a Targaryen and this threatens her claim to the IT. In 8x01, the Dothraki garnered Dany's attention while Jon watched her. In 8x02, the horn blasts signalling the arrival of the WW garnered Jon's attention while Dany watched him.

Not only does this signal the beginning of Targbowl happening (well, it's actually already been happening but with neither of them knowing it was actually that) but it also links the two threats: Dany and the NK (& their armies).

And it absolutely cements yet another Jonsa parallel. This connects their characters but also them together as a ruling entity. Sansa is running Winterfell when Jon & Dany arrive. As if we didn't get confirmation enough from seeing last season and everything in 8x01 & 8x02 to confirm this fact, Dany confirms it herself in dialogue in the library scene between her and Sansa. Jon is now confirmed to be Rhaegar's son, the last male heir for House Targaryen with a claim for the IT, where previously despite being a bastard, he had been named King in the North. While Dany didn't like Cersei sitting on the IT and wanted her removed asap, Jon and Sansa were the real threats she was facing. Jon and Sansa were loved and respected by the people (together and separately), chosen by the people to lead them, and Dany does not have any of that love or respect or people choosing her and this is what pisses her off, what she feels most threatened by. Cersei was simply an obstacle for her, nothing more. And that is why she decides to burn KL when the people are not crying out for their "true queen" in 8x05 but to be saved from her.

Jon and Sansa were the ones she was most threatened by so it makes absolute sense that when she arrives at Winterfell, her devolution picks up its pace and her true self starts to show.

#anti jonerys #antijonerysposts #jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsaposts #got #game of thrones #gotposts #got rewatch #got 8x02

[thefuturewithoutus]

still processing 8x02 transplant. house is in the same room as wilson after a year in prison and can't stop staring at him the whole time. the scenes where we see how personable wilson is with patient and how he knows enough about her life to have opinions about a crappy guy she knows. house breaking into wilson's office to play my heart will go on. saying "this is so our song". when wilson has to call him house ends up flirting with him until he hangs up. the advice house gives wilson working because they both cover each other's blind spots. "i like you. i have fun with you." being a verbatim quote from house to wilson. them getting over their tension through wilson punching him in the face, only to ask house if they could have dinner at his place later. this is like. unserious this is not a real show

#the heart #house md #hilson #8x02 transplant #i already got 🥺 when house was just openly staring at wilson after not seeing him for so long. i have to screencap it later

[winnie-the-monster]

#game of thrones #got #s8 #8x02 #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #jaime x brienne #brienne x jaime #she’s always been a knight and now it’s official

[teruel-a-witch]

they are swapping stories one night, the topic approaching their personal records, the most rounds of sex in one night kind. (because that's totally what platonic bros talk about alright? it's not weird, nope, no siree.)

steve's number is outrageously high and danny refuses to believe it, which gets steve fired up because 'i totally can go that many times how dare you doubt me?' of course danny says 'prove it or are you too chickenshit?' and how can steve back down from a challenge like that. so before they know it they've made a bet that steve can match his number with danny.

they agree on a day because at this point not backing out is a matter of personal pride. steve shows up at danny's place.

'didn't think you'd show.'

'i'm no chicken, are you?'

''m not.'

'so we are really doing this?''

'you betcha.'

'okay.'

except when danny closes his eyes and leans in, steve just looks at him for a moment, his face dead serious, and goes 'nope, I can't, I'm sorry' as he turns to flee.

'what about our bet?' yells confused danny after him.

'i forfeit' steve strangles out without turning his back and he's out the door, leaving danny wondering how his foolproof plan had gone awry.

danny's patience has run thin so instead of letting steve off the hook he has to investigate. when he tracks steve down and demands to know what the hell happened 'how dare you leave me hanging like that instead of just talking like adults, if you don't want me i understand, it's the mixed messages i won't take.'

steve realizes he made danny feel rejected and has to fess up about the real reason he left. because when it came down to it, he didn't want to be with danny just because of some stupid bet 'i didn't care about shallow victory if it meant losing the chance to have something real with you'. steve hangs his head.

danny chuckles 'you noble idiot, i was tired of waiting for you to make a move so i decided to speed the process along'.

that makes steve look up 'what?'

'get with the program, babe, our goals align. it was a good plan, too, i didn't account for one thing?'

'what's that?'

danny tenderly cups steve's cheek 'that you really do love me more than winning. for the record, it's mutual.'

he's rewarded with the biggest smile he's ever seen blossom on steve's face 'i'd say making you my partner was the biggest victory of my life, although tonight might just top that.'

'we shall see' danny winks, and open his arms 'now come here and collect your bounty.'

steve doesn't have to be told twice.

they break no records that night. neither of them minds. they both got what they wanted and more.

#mcdanno #h50 headcanons #myh50 #this was inspired both by their comparing notes in 8x02 and the stamina debate in 5x17 #and i thought what if their competitiveness is how they got together #h50 #hawaii five 0 #h50 5x17 #h50 8x02 #h50 humour #h50 crack #my writing #h50 8x06

[cockworkangels]

like dean was for real going to kill kevin's mom and then sam and dean have the gall to go "what was he thinking running away??" like i don't know could it have been the fact that one of you tried to kill his mom????

#also his girlfriend got killed like a couple of days prior like hello?? #s8 rewatch #8x02 what's up tiger mommy

[xofemeraldstars]

a close one!! congrats to the 36.8% that got it 🥳

EDIT APOLOGIES EVERYONE I HAVE MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE!! congrats to the 30.6% that got it right it's 8x2 ✌️😔🥳🎉

#obscurespn #spncreatorsdaily #spndaily #spnedit #destieledit #cowboycoven #emeraldcas #chapeldean #deancaskiss #userda #da.tags #tusersana #altarofrowena #justcastiel #userbeetle #anztag #kedits #spn polls #spn #destiel #testing yalls purgatory knowledge 😜

[dragonsareawesome123]

"I'm sorry I got so jealous, Leela. I just kind of lost it."

Futurama (1999-), 8x02 - “Children of a Lesser Bog”

#futurama #amy wong #turanga leela #futurama spoilers #futuramaedit #animationedit #animationsource #dailyanimatedgifs #animationsdaily #usersitcom #userrlaura #useremz #userbbelcher #userstream #cinemapix #chewieblog #smallscreensource #usersource #userthing #useroptional

[deaftaylorswift]

a semi thorough and completely correct view of the scene in GOT 8x02 when Jaime sees Brienne again

He's simping this WHOLE SCENE.

Tyrion talks about Cersei and Jaime looks back at him blankly, turns his head at the sound of Brienne's voice, spots her and looks like he can't believe his eyes. He stares at her longingly from above and goes down to see her. When she walks away from him the first time, he follows her and clearly doesn't want the conversation to end. He says he wants to be with her during the battle. And when she leaves , he gives more sad puppy dog looks.

This man has CHANGED. He's found his own personality and desires without Cersei's constant venom and manipulation. He wants to be strong and he wants Brienne. Probably one of the only real things in his life that HE alone wanted. Before then, he was buying into Cersei's delulu psychosis that they were the same person, one soul in two bodies. Seeing him away from her, he thrives and acknowledges his wrongdoings including his toxic relationship with Cersei. And D&D ruined it so spectacularly for the sake of "subverted expectations".

Side point: I honestly and truly believe J&B ending up together would have been the most beautiful and meaningful ending to their character arcs, and not in a cliche way.

#braime #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #game of thrones #asoiaf

[writella]

Moments Behind His Eyes 

A moment of adoration, pain, release, then acceptance, and many expressions of love between Rick x reader.

Based upon the events of 8x02/03, reader is afab, lots of internal admiration and worry about Rick from the reader, and there is smut in a few different areas. 18+

“Have you ever had one of those moments…” Your voice trailed off wistfully as you gazed at how the sun gleamed gently off the water. Yet, you also noticed how deep and heavy it looked too, mirroring the weight of thoughts. You let your hands rest on the grass and started up again, “Have you ever had one of those moments that you wished lasted forever?”

Rick had already turned to you, watching as you finished your question, taking in the sight of your profile, admiring how the light touched your skin, similar to the way you looked at the lake. Although his eyes felt weak and tired, he watched you with fondness and a bit of sorrow. It felt like such a relief to have something, someone, so bright and glistening like starlight yellow that was all his among this wreckage of the world. It gave him some semblance of peace, like an exhale in this time when he sucked in so much hate and rage and… shame. 

He tried to push it back down as he quietly listened to you, “And not because it was one of those ‘best day’ moments, but a moment where you knew that after it was over, everything would go back to grey, or black, or nothing.” There was a sadness Rick sensed in that ending. Almost as if you knew what was going on in his mind, of that said shame, the grey and black and nothingness of it. The everything of it. Another weight on the falling side of the scale that made all the other bad deeds resting there tip down further. He wondered what would finally be the last straw; the point of no return; scale shattered. 

Rick felt like he was there a long time ago, like those first weeks in Alexandria, but there was always Carl, and Michonne, and Daryl, and the group, and of course, you who still looked at him the way you’re doing right now. With a kind light as if your face mirrored what you saw in him— the future. He knew the world he wanted Carl and Judith to grow up in, but it was getting to the point where he didn’t see that world within himself. Yet your trusting eyes seemed to say you still did. 

And you were no optimist, of course. At least not completely. How could you be in a world like this, in a war like this? But since you’ve been by Rick’s side, the wonder emerged from you more naturally— to be the anchor, the ever-returning light that never ceased to come out at dawn. Unknowingly, he taught it to you, or just being around him inspired you to be so and you embraced that role. Even after another never-ending day of taking down walkers or gathering supplies for the Saviors, you were the one that smiled with blood stripes on your face and clothes and all. He knew that was your deposition, that’s why he wondered why your words ended so bleakly today, and why nonetheless, you still had a slight, albeit sad smile on your face despite it. What was truly on your mind? Were you keeping something inside too? 

You continue, “Like when I ask for one more look before you leave-“

“Or when you say my name like you’ve got to ask a question, but you really have none?” He interrupts with his natural, gentle charm. His head tilted to the right, chin up and eyes squinting from the sun, those crinkles forming by the corners. His lips look so rosy, the sides curve a little bit, it’s not a smile yet, but he’s being smug. You’ve got his attention, the fond memory musing him. 

“And you say it’s-”

“Because you / I just like being around me.” You both say in imperfect unison. 

He laughs softly. There it is. It’s just three light titters that turn into a closed-mouth smile, mellow and faded, but you saw it. It was there. You made it happen.

This was one of the first times he had smiled genuinely from the start of Alexandria, the Hilltop, and the Kingdom’s first attack on Negan and the Saviors. Not one of the ones he put on when he tried to put up a righteous front toward the others, giving one of his infamously rousing speeches to bring everyone together. You knew a lot of what was underneath. 

Similar to the slanted plain of grass you two sat on, you felt yourself slowly inching towards a downward fall. In a world infested with the dead, you found it so heartbreaking that it was other humans who could make it grimmer. And you felt Rick falling in that same direction, faster than you and probably anyone else, in fact. You knew you shouldn’t worry, he is always able to make it back. Allow his ‘mercy to prevail over his wrath,’ but it was a wax and wane. His anger, his violence, his undying persistence to go to any lengths to protect, reaching out again, making him commit acts others cannot, or maybe believe they cannot. The ones that make you look differently at a man. The killing, and the sometimes forgetting sympathy because of how many times you have killed.

But as strong as that side of him is, you believe it comes from the side of himself that loves so deeply and earnestly. It’s the stronger side, you know it. It’s what makes him different from the Saviors. It’s what makes various groups stand by him. It’s the side you make sure to remind him of. 

“Rick,” you start, finally gathering up the courage to bring up what you truly wanted to talk about, “What happened the other day? You know, when you went off with Daryl.” 

You saw his eyes leave you, looking down the small hill. “You’ve been quiet,” you say with faint humor. “You’re never quiet. You leaders never shut up.”

He shakes his head, the light laugh returning but leaving just as fast. 

You let your fingers bristle over his ever-growing beard. It was short for now. Not just a fade, but definitely not hovering well under his chin yet. Nonetheless, it was the one you had cleaned the blood out of in the shower two days prior. 

Before stepping in, you had seen him rip up the shirt he was wearing. No knife, but with his bare hands. Popping buttons and tearing the sleeves when he thought no one was looking. It soaked of sweat and was stained red for sure, but you had seen Carol and those on cleaning duty fix and repair much worse. Something was wrong, different from the hundreds of other things wrong, but he wouldn’t say. 

You had been Rick’s companion long before the both of you slept in the same bed, and because of this, the slight shifts in mood and varying inflections on his face were easier to spot. You knew Rick had trauma he has yet to tell you, you only know the larger details about what happened to his old partner, or his late wife, and you knew it still hurt him but he wasn’t feeling this down before the first attack. What was this new hurt? It was almost as if you were sitting with Daryl now, Rick’s eyes were so solemn and sad, his mouth pressed into stoicism.

Even now as his eyes trail your fingers that caress his jaw, you see no answers. His blue eyes looked so dark now, merely mirroring the water he was just looking down upon. You wondered if he wanted to drown in it; be submerged, even just for a second, to forget, or maybe… to be absolved. But for what? Rick always felt pained about the things he did. But you and Carl and everyone in the group know the reasons why, or at least you’re starting to learn more about the fury and charge he took upon himself after his friend’s death. You knew it took sacrifices to one’s mind and soul to make it in this world and that was exactly the cost Rick took up to pave the way to get you all here.

Of course, everyone worked hard and was useful and skilled and powerful in their own right, but you all had an unspoken understanding that none other than Rick has stepped up to take the load and burden of actions you never come back from. All of that work to have a home like Alexandria was exactly why it’s so important that you all beat the Saviors now. Part of you couldn’t understand why Rick still hasn’t gotten to the point of knowing that their love and belief in him is limitless, but the other part of you empathized with how hard it could be to believe so when each day that passes, and the more that humans become like the walkers you were surviving and fighting against, it becomes harder to see yourself as anything other than monstrous for the things you must do to continue on. 

That’s why as you quickly stepped into the shower before Rick saw you watching, you allowed him to touch you, to do as he pleased, let him avoid your knowing eyes and askings of his day, and submit to refraining from saying anything unless it had to do with the way his hands and mouth made you feel, and how he felt inside you. 

Oh, he made it hard to concentrate. And with never knowing when and what time will be your last moment together, it was always hard to say no. The heat of the shower was synonymous to the feeling within your heart. The drumming, the fire, the explosions that happened whenever Rick kissed and kissed and pumped and went deeper as he pressed your back against the wall. 

And just like that, the act happens again. No words about that day, just your loving touch being replaced by his avoidant lips. Avoidant to answer questions, but readily kissing into your hand until he moves it to his own and then over his shoulder as he connects his lips to yours, nuzzling his nose against your own before doing so. Breathing in the warmth of your close proximity. 

Everything within you melts. The sun and him and everything within your body just warms. It’s not heat, though you felt that familiar sensation below start to fire, it’s just the fact that Rick feels just so perfect against you in any capacity. The notion in your mind that it always feels like you two belong that makes you feel warm inside. It’s like he knows, and he probably does if last night was any indicator, that you can’t think when he strikes you with any touch, any kiss, any act of love. That’s why you never got to find out what happened the other day. 

His now free hands reach toward your jeans, undoing the button, teasing you with his fingers above your underwear. Circling until comfortably slotting his pointer and middle finger between your folds, he hummed contently at the feeling, knowing your wetness was seconds behind if not already there. 

“Rick,” you meant for it to sound like a signal to stop, you really wanted him to talk, but it just ended up sounding like a wined sigh. You loved him and it was intoxicating, he was intoxicating. His slow and gentle, but rhythmic movements matched the feeling of peace similar to the meadow you were in, and the soft warming of your cheek that was ever touched by the sun at this moment. It just felt so good. 

His fingers go beneath the band and there is a smile on his face that you can’t see as the side of your forehead nestles in his hair, reeling at the feeling of his fingers touching without the cloth in between. Rick goes lower, gathering your wetness to your clit and going faster with the ease of your slick. Then slowly, his fingers slide down again, his palm now covering your folds. Feeling up against your clit, rubbing up and down against the bone while his fingers push inside you, circling, then curling up, and pushing. 

Your hands and arms move from cupping his shoulders to hanging entirely over his upper back, arms squeezing against his neck. “Rick,” you plead, but again your attempt comes out wrong, it’s a sigh as your eyes roll back at the feeling of his hand everywhere you hate to admit you needed it. “Mm, Rick, please,” you feel embarrassed knowing that was just another response to how good he was making you feel than a demand to get back to what you were supposed to be talking about and yet you let his other hand go under your shirt. 

Your eyes open for a second to see a bunny hopping along over by the trees. The oddity and the fact that you were doing terribly at making him stop or making yourself want him to truly stop made you chuckle lightly, the three giggles just turning into “mms” and a single “ah” afterward.

“You don’t want me to stop,” he chided, you could now hear the smug smile he must have had on. He was right, you couldn’t help it. You laughed, a bit desperately, along with him.

Rick started pumping deeper, thumb now in the area where his palm was. Then, with his free hand, he guided you to help him put your jeans down a little farther and then pushed you slightly by the shoulder, your back now flat on the diagonal grass. Your knees went up instantly but he moved the left one down, moving closer in between. His right hand fingers now solely work on taking you to the edge as his left focuses on your clit. 

It felt so good. You hated how much. How could he create this much pleasure if it was just built from trying to keep something from within him down? It wasn’t right, but god, what he was doing felt so, so right anyway. “UGH,” your frustration snapped both for his wellness and otherwise. “Rick,” you moan once more. You were close. You knew it and so did he. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this to yourself: you got up on both your hands, looked him in his eyes, and said sharply, “Rick.” 

He stopped. 

“Wait,” you reached out for him, but he walked downward to the water, balancing on his toes, cleaning his hands, feeling a bit embarrassed. You watched as he got up and just stared into the lake. He was probably looking at his reflection. Was it light from the sun, or dark from the depth? 

You fixed your clothes as your face filled with worry once more. This was just the start of your war with the Saviors. Right at the beginning wasn’t the time to hold things down, especially between you and him. You wanted to set that precedent starting now. 

But you also didn’t want to push him too hard. Maybe you just ruined one of those yellow moments before the grey. But it seemed the clouds were already in his eyes anyway. You look down, defeated until you suddenly hear Rick’s footsteps walking upwards. His boots meet your eye-line. But before you can look up to face him he finally admits, “I killed somebody’s father.”

You meet his gaze and immediately get up, noticing his watery ones, a tear on the right side so close to falling. 

You didn’t understand, “Everyone is a someone to somebody, Rick.” You were sympathetic, you knew some kills affected a person more than others, but it didn’t make sense. “I’m sure you did it because you had to.”

“I don’t know if I did. I could have asked more questions.” He shook his head, his thumb and pointer turning his head down as they rested on either side of his brows. 

“Did he give you a chance to ask questions or was he trying to kill you first?” you reason. 

“Of course, he was trying to kill me, he was a Savior. We were trying to find guns and I think we came into his home.” He breathes out harshly and then he’s quiet for a moment, but his eyes and head look loud and sad and angry.

You allow him to take a minute until you break the silence. “What are you thinking,” you softly urge, delicately placing your hands in his. “You can say it. There had to be more to this. I’m not going to judge you.”

He doesn’t follow your gaze, his eyes are low and to the side. One hand lets go of yours to wipe the water heavy on his eyelids, a few tears already having rolled down. 

“There was a baby… I- I didn’t know.”

“Gracie?” You say solemnly, but not without a slight gasp of realization, remembering the baby Rick told you he brought back from the failed gun gathering, the little girl he entrusted to Aaron. 

He nods, eyes still following the downward plain. “I killed that little girl’s dad. I killed her only family and now she’s going to grow up in this world alone.” His eyes were at level with the trees now, but still not reaching you. “Imagine if that was me? I would never get to know who Judith would end up to be. I’d never get to see Carl become an adult.” He stops for a beat, “I’d destroy,” his voice sinister,  “whoever tried to take me away from my children,” then it dropped mournfully, “and I was the one who ended up doing that to some other guy.”

You tried to find the right words, but his last sentence left you speechless. You couldn't blame him and you weren’t afraid, but Rick’s anger was one that could sometimes leave a person in shock and his sadness was one that could break your heart. 

“And not to mention Daryl killed Morales.”

Even though he didn’t look at you, he answered your questioning eyes. “He was a guy we were in Atlanta with for a short time. And he killed him for me.” His hand goes to his chest for a second, touching his heart before falling down to his side, “Daryl would never do that to people who were on his team.”

“Daryl wouldn’t do that to the people he loves,” you correct him, ready to speak on behalf of Daryl. “And if that guy was there doesn’t that mean he’s with the Saviors now?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“This technicality does matter.” 

“Well just like that other guy, maybe there was more to it.”

“Was there? Or did this happen fast?”

“Me with Morales? No. Daryl killing him, yes.”

“Well, when you were with him was there more?”

“He was trying to kill me or take me in to Negan. He wants me. And Maggie. And Ezekiel. They’ve got some plot going on.”

“Daryl must have done it because he thought he was going to lose you. And that guy must have had a gun to your head. And like you said you’re not the only one wanted, it’s not all on you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he repeats dismissively. “All these things we have to do. All the killing everyone is doing. It’s all my fault.” His accent seems to come out more clearly the more upset he gets, the louder he gets. 

“Negan was terrorizing communities before we got involved,” you argue. 

“But I’m the reason we are involved!” He’s basically shouting, but then, his voice gets low and angry and bitter, “If only I didn't kneel to that motherfucker.” 

“Our friends just died in front of us, we were heartbroken and scared to be next! What could you do, Rick? But you didn’t ask it like a question, there was nothing he could’ve done that he didn’t do. “We were all on our knees. Not just you.”

“Well if I didn’t decide that we should kill his people in that outpost. If I wasn’t so fucking stupid to think the Saviors were that small and that it was all that easy.”

“The world was smaller then. We know more now.” 

“Stop reasoning with me,” he almost sobs. His elbows are on his knees now, closer to the ground, and his hands go on his head. You go down to him right after, hands around his arms. This was your hero and he practically hated himself.

“Rick,” you pause for a second trying to choose your words wisely. You didn’t want to say the same old thing, that it’s okay. It wasn’t. You understood that. 

Going deep into yourself you try to find something he might actually listen to. When you find it, you’re worried about how it might come out, but you start before thinking, “You know what? Yes. You have done awful and dangerous things.” You make sure to continue with solemnity in your voice, you wanted your words to sound firm

but not mean, “You did kill a child’s father, and if the record tracks, I think that was actually the second time, or who knows how many. You put a bullet in your best friend. You never got to tell your wife you loved her one last time; you never got to make those final amends. You couldn’t save Hershel, or Glenn, or Abraham… Your final call for us to help the Hilltop and take down that outpost solidified us in this mess, yes. That’s true.”

He looked up at you, frightened and confused. Did you hate him now too?

“But,” you look into his eyes for a moment, seeing his fear. It was heartbreaking, but you were hoping that start would make him listen to this: “You are among two other leaders who built up an army to take down a man and his group who planned on taking us all as his own, like his property.” Your voice rises, “Do you understand how inhumane that sounds? He’s worse than a dictator, living like this has felt like some wild cult! And I think about the girls who he calls his wives every day. Wondering what would happen if he picked me or Rosita or someone else instead of wanting Maggie. Or those children that live in that compound.” Your voice lowers, “I think about when Carl went there. He’s never told either of us about it… What if he never came back to us? What if Daryl never came back to us?” You push away the thought, “We’re doing this and making the mistakes we, unfortunately, make in the process for them. And all the dads and moms and kids and friends who are like us in there— the workers. The ones who are still alive but can’t actually live because of the hell they must go through living in a place like that.”

You continue as he looks down, “And it’s the fact that you are basically on your knees right now, being real and human and hurting that shows you are not Negan or whatever your head is telling you you are.” You’re holding his head now, “I can take your worst.” The fire in your voice forces him to look up at you, “And I won’t stand for anyone else who doesn’t believe in our cause. Who doesn’t believe in you.”

His eyes try to hold onto your own, but they falter again. “Rick,” you plead. “Your mistakes don't change your heart. Today is a new day. You can be better. I’ve seen you do better.”

“I know I can do better.” He finally answers, his voice matching your own, angry.

“So do it.” He nods lightly, mouth agape. “Do better, but don’t let that stop you from forgiving yourself sometimes. We’re going to fuck up. There’s still so much more to do. More battles. More fights.”

“I know.”

“But you can try. And sometimes you’ll fail, but you can try and then try again.”

Rick’s nods continue, though his eyes are still watery and elusive, some tears slowly escaping. Your thumbs touch his lower eyelids, making the tears spill so you can wipe them away. This tilt of his lowered head makes your palm touch the corner of his lips. “Look at me, Rick,” you whisper, “and keep looking,” his eyes shift upward. “I can take your worst.” 

And then, you kiss him. It’s immersive and safe, passionate but soothing. The warm light transmitted from the sun transfers to your skin, your lips, then his. All the love and hope and belief you had to give, you tried to instill in him like this in this moment.

Both your heads tilt upwards. He’s giving you the same effort but you can tell he’s following you right now; he’s given in. As you both sit down on the plain again, you put your left hand on the ground over his legs. Your right hand is still on his cheek and he leans back slightly but as your forehead nudges against his, he allows it to slowly push him onto his back allowing you to sit on top of him. Absent-mindedly, you start unbuttoning his shirt, smiling into the kiss now, hands feeling down his chest and then to his abdomen. His hands fall instinctively on your hips, rocking you against him down and up and down and deep, deep, deep.

You look up at him then, hands on his neck reaching toward his jaw. His eyes look into yours. “Are we-” 

“We are,” you start. “But I just want to look at you for a moment first.” Your words are endearing and true. You’re seriously your own bloc but it’s that your worry still lingers.

“I’m not going anywhere right now.”

“I know.” You kiss him softly one more time before laying flat against him, holding him tightly, breathing into his neck. 

His arms wrap around your back, one hand going into your hair, embracing you just as tightly. 

You both stay there, it could have been for minutes. Both of you are quiet. Your eyes tilt to the side now feeling the sun on your closed eyelids as Rick stared at the light blue sky.   

Finally, Rick decides to speak, “Sometimes I don’t know how much more I can live with myself.” You hear the pain in his voice, it almost cracks. “I don’t know if I can see myself the way you see me. I look in the mirror, even in the water, and there are times that I don’t know what I’m looking at. Or I can tell that it’s me and that I’ve just become everything that I thought I was fighting against.” 

“It’s like I told you, Rick. It’s about how we try moving forward. It’s not about what happened yesterday.”

“Well, can’t you say that for Negan then?”

“Is Negan trying to change? With all the power he has, how many times has he had the opportunity to?” Your anger rises at the thought of him but you digress, “But this is about you right now. You lift so many people up.” Your eyes urge him to truly take in your words this time. “I didn’t know how to believe in people anymore before you came along. You showed me that community is real and that it can still exist. That I could have a family again. You inspired me to believe.”

“Then why can’t I inspire myself right now.”

“Because when we try to be everything to everyone, we fall short for ourselves. Those who inspire need someone to inspire them.” You pause, and ask quietly, “Do you believe in me?”

“Of course I do.” He said it unhesitatingly. 

“Well, I believe in you, so if you trust me, you’re going to have to give yourself some credit then.” You look at him lovingly, and then he returns the expression. “You are the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met. And I will believe it for both of us until you find it in yourself. You can even hate yourself right now if you want to, but I’m not going down without a fight for you. You’re not failing and I’m not letting you fall.”

His eyes meet yours in the way you’ve been hoping for— the tears are gone, you see bits of the sun in his eyes now, and there is finally some hope. 

Seconds pass, possibly a minute and then, Rick is ready to move on: “I’m not okay,” he states plainly, but there is a strange, half-rousing look that slowly comes after it. “And I don’t mean to come off wrong after what we just spoke about, but are you ever going to let me do something? For real?” He smiles now, wide and full, and teasingly. 

“Yes, right now,” you answer with a wild giggling grin. “We’ll do something right now.” 

You and Rick move to the more leveled plain of grass. You take off your shirt and head straight to unbutton his pants. “I’ve got you. For this moment, I’ve got you.”

#rick grimes fic #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes imagine #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction

[theromanticrationalist]

Some Thoughts on Sheldon Cooper. . .

"Leonard, I am overwhelmed. Everything is changing and it is simply too much. I need to get away and think." | 7x24 The Status Quo Combustion

"Dr. Cooper, while you were away we came up with a solution that would allow you to change your field of study." "Wow. Pouting and running away actually worked! Yeah, I must say, that may not be the lesson you want to reinforce with me." | 8x02 The Junior Professor Solution

"I'm not leaving your world. I'm just talking about living across the hall." "I understand. Either way, I want you to know that I'm aware of how difficult I can be. So, I just want to say thank you for putting up with me." | 8x12 The Space Probe Disintegration

"It just seems silly to eat in two groups." "It doesn't seem silly if you think of that group as being lead by a big, evil baby." *a few moments later and everyone situated around the couch* "Well, isn't this nice. Sometimes the baby wins!" | 7x16 The Table Polarization

"Two years ago I got my driver's license." "What?! Why didn't you say anything?!" "I like being chauffeured around. It makes me feel important." | 10x16 The Allowance Evaporation

These are some of the moments where Sheldon shows a level of great self-awareness. I bring these moments up as showcasing that Sheldon's level of emotional maturity is much greater than his friends (and the writers of this show) give him credit for. One of the main problems is how the narrative often treats Sheldon as if he is completely incapable of growth, maturity, or taking care of himself. The truth couldn't be further from this. Even the narrative itself shows how much Sheldon changed during his relationship with Amy. The primary problem is that Sheldon's personality is so big and overwhelming, he doesn't HAVE to change because he is able to get everyone to do what he wants anyway, which he is fully aware of and exploits constantly. I mean if you are Sheldon, someone who has a mind sharper and faster than anyone you meet and prefer to have tight, tyrant-like control over your reality in order to feel safe and secure, pushing and manipulating people around to do your will is going to come naturally with the territory. The problem wasn't that Sheldon is a stunted adult who can't manage life on his own, but it is in the fact that Sheldon rarely got constructive and encouraging push back for his behaviors and choices. For when he did, which primarily came from Amy, he was fully capable of making corrections to his behaviors and expanding his worldview. It just ended up that he was either treated poorly and abusively or enabled and placated. That's why I really love the moment with Mrs. Davis when he comes back from his train-riding "sabbatical". Changing his field of study was a HUGE cataclysmic event in Sheldon's life and was one aspect that was causing him the greatest distress. Yet even in this reality-altering experience, Sheldon realizes that some of his responses to it weren't healthy, and makes a note of it with her, e.g. don't reward my childish behaviors because I will take FULL ADVANTAGE OF THEM. There was SUCH a missed opportunity there at the end of Season 7 going into Season 8. Penny realizing that she and Leonard needed to let Sheldon go, allowing him to make his own choices and do what he felt was right for him was a huge revelation for the characters. It was kind of a significant, paradigm shifting moment! I naively thought that they would build on that going forward in the show, but nah. Of course not. Any moments that would have allowed for such growth from all the characters were usually walked-back or dropped. It is such a shame, and makes the watching of this show frustrating for me. And yes! I know! I realize this is a sitcom! Why am I expecting such highbrow writing from something that is primarily supposed to be comedic and entertaining? Well, I think this subtext was implied in the narrative despite itself, especially with Jim Parsons. I think his acting conveys a lot of Sheldon's complexity through his body language and micro-expressions. There is SO MANY LAYERS to Parsons' performance, I just do not see how you couldn't possibly get wrapped up in dissecting them and having higher expectations of the narrative you are watching. Jim Parsons MAKES this show, otherwise what else would it offer?

#anyway just my two cents #my thoughts #my sheldon cooper thoughts #sheldon cooper #young sheldon #jim parsons #the big bang theory

[carrythatwayt]

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition. (4x01)

You don't think you deserve to be saved... (4x01)

Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul? (4x07)

I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. (4x16)

For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this. (4x16)

We've been through much together you and I. (4x22)

I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you... (5x02)

So, what, I’m Thelma and you’re Louise and we’re just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together? (5x03)

I’ll just wait here then. (5x04)

What? I like past you. (5x04)

Don’t ever change. (5x04)

I rebelled for this?! So that you could surrender to them? I gave everything for you. (5x20)

Dean and I do share a more profound bond. (6x03)

I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time I’d rather be here. (6x10)

So I went to an old friend for help. But, watching him, I stopped. Everything he sacrificed and I was about to ask him for more. (6x20)

And the worst part was Dean, trying so hard to be loyal, with every instinct telling him otherwise. (6x20)

I’m doing this for you, Dean. I’m doing this because of you. (6x20)

I was there. Where were you? (6x20)

Dean, I do everything you ask. I always come when you call. (6x21)

Don't make me lose you too. (6x22)

I'm gonna find some way to redeem myself to you. (7x01)

You just met yourself. I've known you for years. (7x17)

Part of me always believed that you’d come back. (7x17)

I'll go with you. And I'll do my best. (7x23)

I'd rather have you, cursed or not. (7x23)

Cas, we're getting out of here. We're going home. (8x02)

I prayed to you Cas, every night. (8x02)

Let me bottom-line it for you. I'm not leaving here without you. Understand? (8x02)

I have a price on my head and I’ve been trying to stay one step ahead of them. To keep them away from you. (8x02)

Cas, buddy, I need you. (8x02)

Cas... we're gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all three of us. (8x05)

...thank you, for everything. (8x07)

Cas...I got you, hold on! (8x07)

...you can't save everyone my friend, though you try. (8x07)

I don't need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I've failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don't need it! (8x07)

I did everything I could to get you out – everything! I did not leave you. (8x07)

Yes, I am with you. (8x07)

I’ll watch over you. (8x08)

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you're back, I'm thrilled (8x08)

I won't hurt Dean. (8x17)

Cas, fight this! This is not you! Fight it! Cas. I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Cas… It's me. We’re family. We need you. I need you. (8x17)

Dean, I can go with you. (8x22)

Dean. I'm sorry. For everything. (8x22)

Please man I need you here (9x01)

Cas? Cas!.... Never do that again! (9x03)

Dean, you know I always appreciate our talks, our time together. (9x03)

Nobody wants him here more than I do. (9x04)

Sorry I told you to go. I know it's been hard on you, you know, on your own. Well, you're adapting. I'm proud of you. (9x06)

I came as soon as you called. (9x10)

Cas, you just gave up an entire army for one guy. (9x22)

...everyone you love, they could be long dead. Everyone except me. I’m the one who will have to watch you murder the world. So, if there’s even a small chance that we can save you, I won’t let you walk out of this room. (10x22)

Dean. I don't wanna have to hurt you. (10x22)

No, Dean. Please. (10x22)

It?" It's not an "it," Sam. It's Cas...Cas is family. (11x18)

I could go with you. (11x23)

Morning, sunshine. Some coffee? (12x03)

And Cast—Cas is my best friend. (12x11)

My shy but devastatingly handsome friend. (12x12)

I love you… I love you all. (12x12)

It's a gift, you keep those. (12x19)

And I just wanted, I needed to come back here with a win for you. (12x19)

We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back. Okay? You’re gonna bring back Cas... (13x01)

It’s good to have you back. (13x06)

Cas, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it. Just don’t get dead again. (13x19)

Dean. You asked "What about this is real?" We are. (15x02)

Cas, I hope you can hear me… that wherever you are, it’s not too late. I should’ve stopped you. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go. ‘Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong. I… I don’t know why I get so angry. I just know… I know that it’s… i-it’s just always been there. And when things go bad, it just… it comes out. And I can’t… I can’t stop it. No matter how… how bad I want to, I just can’t stop it. And… And I… I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I’m sorry it took me so long… I’m sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I’m… I’m so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me. (15x09)

You don’t have to say it. I heard your prayer. (15x09)

What my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer because the one thing I want... It's something I know I can't have. But I think I know... I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it.

I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're "daddy's blunt instrument." And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you sees it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. (he smiles, crying now) You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.

I love you. (15x18)

Updated to include more quotes. Due to the deluge of script leaks showing edited or censored destiel dialogue, I decided it would be cathartic to collate the dialogue that did make it on the show. Data crunch: Dialogue spoken only by Cas and Dean. 65 total quotes: 34 Cas (52%), 31 Dean (48%).

#destiel quotes #otp i love you #otp profound bond #otp: i need you #dean winchester #castiel

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

I really really wish Daniel Portman's version of Jenny of Oldstones was available for purchase. I LOVE his voice.

I love Grey Worm and Missandei's relationship so much. It's definitely a one of a kind relationship in the show.

Makes it even more heartbreaking with what's to come.

And I love how Jorah is shown getting ready to fight the WW (that haven't shown up yet) while Dany goes looking for Jon in the Crypt, uninvited. Heartbreaking.

#got 8x02 #got rewatch #missandei x grey worm #got #game of thrones #gotposts #jorah mention

[vaicomcas]

Godstiel 2.0

This part of Moriah was not mentioned enough.

DEAN: All right. So, I guess we got to find Jack. SAM: Yeah. Then what? DEAN: ...Maybe we call Rowena, see if she can put together one of those, um, "soul bombs."

They were going to basically use the nuclear bomb to kill Jack.

In my AU: They went ahead with the plan. Cas caught wind of the plan and desperately searched for ways to protect Jack. He found only one. Just as they detonated the bomb, Cas used his S6e22 spell to absorb all the souls into him.

Except these are not monster/leviathan souls, they are decent human souls who didn't want to be obliterated by the Winchesters as a weapon against a child (we saw from 8x02 that Dean was perfectly willing to sacrifice more than a million souls from heaven to win the demon tablet in an auction). The souls were grateful to Castiel for sheltering them, and they were sympathetic to Castiel having witnessed his mind and his feelings. They willingly powered Castiel and supported him (see my hc about endosymbiosis).

A stable and immensely powerful Godstiel 2.0 now was able to see his and Jack's painful past for what it really was.

I won't write this fic because I don't know what happens next. It would be up to Godstiel 2.0. How would he help Jack recover and heal and thrive? What would he do to the Winchesters? I don't have what it takes to do justice to these tasks, but Godstiel does.

#castiel #Godstiel #dadstiel #Dean critical #anti dean winchester #anti winchesters #jack kline #justice for godstiel #justice for castiel #spn 14x20 #au #fic idea

[thecascast]

No need to get Jensen and Misha on board for Season 16. We’ve got all the talent you need right here in our coverage of 8x02. Btw, what do YOU think when we say imagine a really long hound dog??

#the cas cast #castiel #supernatural #supernatural podcast #spn #spn podcast #cas #supernatural season 8

[whumporpass]

I see someone beat me to sending in one of my CSI Miami boys, but I have one more to submit to the collective whump hivemind!

Jesse Cardoza - CSI Miami

Propoganda incoming:

Exhibit A: looks like a literal puppy 90 percent of the time, pic above is just his default setting

Exhibit B: Got caught up in a hostage situation on his first day at work (episode 8x02)

Exhibit C: Got stung by a dangerous jellyfish and responded to this by having a coworker pour vinegar on the sting, bandaged it, and returned to work (episode 8x09)

Exhibit D: SO MUCH emotional whump. Best episodes for that are 8x14 (a case he'd worked on as a rookie on patrol gets re-examined because of a decision he was talked into by his superior while taking a witness statement) and 8x16 (a man Jesse investigated in LA and suspects of having murdered Jesse's wife after he got away with killing his own is being investigated for another murder in Miami)

Exhibit E: Wears a LOT of white shirts which is an instant siren song to my brain that they would be improved with some blood stains...

#jesse cardoza #csi miami #whump or pass poll

[sanktasansa]

Some potential "Jon Snow" sequel thoughts

Now full disclosure, I predicted that the GOT series ending went down the way it did to make room for a sequel back in 2019, so...I'm invested and may be psychic. BUT ANYWAY: I see a lot of Jonsas and Jon Snow stans in general (of good sense) are nervous about the news that a Jon Snow sequel in the works, so here's what I'm thinking, should this project come to fruition-----

Any Jon-centered show would needs-must address:

-Why Jon went from being uninterested in D@ny to pledging the North to her souvereignity.

-Why Jon defended her BUT emotionally and physically abandoned D@ny from 8x02 to his eventually assassination of her in 8x07.

-What were Jon's actually feelings about his identity of being a Stark bastard being turned upside down with the reality of him being a (ugh) legitimate Targ heir.

-Why EXACTLY he went from arguing with Tyrion to stabbing D@ny in the heart in about 15 minutes.

I can only imagine that Kit Harington's participation in this sequel series is contingent on giving his boy Jon's dumbass behavior S7 & S8 some justification. Why? Because if he was happy with the implied story of S7&8: that Jon fell suddenly fell in love with D@ny and betrayed his Northern people for a woman he knew all of a two months, but also who he was subsequently willing to emotionally withdraw from at her lowest point, and ALSO was ultimately able to assassinate, all because the warnings he IGNORED from Sansa and Arya were proven right? Well, he wouldn't be involved with this project, would he? BUT HE IS!

I personally feel confident that show!Jonsa is coming with this development (because it makes sense for GRRM's true endgame and after all: House of the Dragon will make the promise of a brunet Targ prince and Stark girl marrying a show canon prophecy), but even if that is not the case: this means that show-Jon will have to explictedly to own up to being wrong about D@ny when Sansa was NOT and, in the interest of plot, he will have to grow from where he is as a person at the beginning of the show to be satisfying. This can be nothing but a win for people pissed off about Jon's characterization S7 & S8 (because if he continues being an incomprehensible and stubbornly dumb character and doesn't realistically redeem himself, that's a death-knell for the continuing GOT franchise in the eyes of the general public forever, and if anything, HBO cares$$$ about THAT).

And NO: D@nerys will not be resurrected because there is no redeeming her after killing innocent people, especially children, on screen.

#jon snow #jonsa #game of thrones #kit harington #anti jonerys #anti daenerys targaryen