Save the Ring

Dean is having a really hard time reconciling Jack’s power with having saved them…

He hears a noise, and finds Jack…

stabbing himself repeatedly? just to watch it heal…

Dean can’t handle the idea of Jack hurting himself anyway.

And Jack is honestly afraid that he will hurt someone, but Dean still doesn’t believe that Jack can be “saved.”

This just rings ALL the s2 alarm bells.

“Dad said I had to save you, and if I could’t save you, I’d have to kill you…”

But unlike with Sam, Dean doesn’t have any emotional need to try and save Jack.

At least not yet…

“Tony Stark is a villain”.

Tony is the protagonist, the hero of his own movies. A villain is someone who is evil, who is immoral, who hurts people. And although I suppose Tony may have hurt people, it was never intentional, it was never calculated, it was never planned. 

(Although he seems arrogant and closed-off, it is simply a façade to push people away. You only have to look at his interactions with Pepper to see that underneath that, Tony is a complete different person, and a very self deprecating one too - for example, in IM3, when Killian tells Tony that he doesn’t deserve Pepper, he replies with, “I know”.)

Structurally speaking, Tony = hero. Obadiah, Vanko, Killian = villain. 

Tony’s heroism is only reinforced in The Avengers. Steve insults Tony by saying he’s not the guy to make the sacrifice play, only for the movie to later show us Tony doing that exact thing.

It is no coincidence that the story is structured in such a way that we first see the fight between Steve and Tony, and then Tony doing the exact opposite. It is there to reinforce that Steve’s initial opinion was wrong and that Tony would sacrifice himself. (Btw, this “chapter” of the movie is called The Sacrifice Play).

He also shuts down weapons manufacturing as soon as he finds out that they are in the wrong hands (IM1):

Evidence: “And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark International until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be.”

And then flies into Gulmira to save people from the Ten Rings despite having no training or any help. He also tries to track down the illicit shipments to destroy them, and this is the point at which Obadiah tries to kill him.

“He created Ultron.”

No, he did not. And actually, if there’s one thing AOU does well it is showing that Tony did not do that.

First of all, let’s discuss what Ultron was MEANT to be. It was intended to be a program which worked with an AI controlling the Iron Legion as a way of protecting the Earth. In the case that aliens invaded, the Iron Legion would analyse the threat and determine what to do:

Evidence: “This could be the key to creating Ultron. If we can harness this power, apply it to my Iron Legion protocol?”  (Tony Stark, in AOU).

Furthermore, the interface was nowhere near to existing:

Tony didn’t create Ultron, he was nowhere near close to an interface. Ultron created himself. Ultron was ALREADY an AI/alive. When Tony compares Jarvis to Ultron, it is Bruce himself who says it looks like a brain, like neurons. Hence the implication is that there is already some sort of intelligence in the sceptre, which there is - the Mind Stone. 


  • Ultron comes alive instantly, by himself. He is not activated by anything. And if Tony and Bruce were nowhere near an interface, then how did Ultron work? Because he created himself, out of a magical rock - the Mind Stone.
  • Ultron’s words: “This feels weird. This feels wrong”. If Ultron was a brand new consciousness, how could he know whether something is right or wrong? 
  • He then says: “ I’m sorry, I was asleep. Or I was a-dream.” This insinuates he was already alive, and simply dormant. Which he was, as he is from the Infinity Stone, which is “alive”.

And if Tony is to blame for making Ultron, so is Bruce who a) already knew about it, implying he and Tony had already thought about it together and b) helped Tony create it. Furthermore, it is Wanda who planted Tony’s fear in his head, knowing it would cause him to “self destruct” (in her own words). 

And even Ultron doesn’t consider himself to be Stark’s: “You’re one of his.
- What? I’m not…I’m not. You think I’m one of Stark’s puppets? His hollow men?” 

The text then backs up that it is Wanda’s vision that pushed Tony to create Ultron: “Maximoff girl, she’s working you, Stark. Playing on your fear.” - Fury to Tony, at Clint’s farm.

The text then literally tells us that Tony is not to blame for Ultron. Thor comes back from being shown a vision in the pool, and says:

  • Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone.”

And oh btw, if you hate Tony Stark? 

A collection of ancient Roman rings, all of which are gold save for the ring in the middle of the top row, which is gilt bronze. The rings with gems have cabochons of either amethyst, carnelian, or glass. They all date to sometime between the 2nd to 3rd centuries CE. Image from Bonhams.

Six Sentence Sunday (6/18/17)

“The minor details of the case are inconsequential, Molly,” Sherlock said dismissively as they stood at the jewelry counter. “Point is, if you can tell me which of these rings is most likely to appeal to a woman who is intelligent, practical, lovely, and also works with her hands in a sometimes gruesome job…it would definitely help me find the suspect.”

Molly looked suspiciously back and forth between the nervous looking detective and the rings laid out on the counter, but then finally pointed to a wide band with small diamonds embedded in an elegant vine like pattern.

“That one is gorgeous and it’s practical because it wouldn’t get caught on anything like, oh I dunno…gloves…or something.”

Sherlock grinned and exclaimed, “ah ha, yes I thought you’d prefer- I mean yes, thank you, I finally know who the killer is and the game is on!”

Molly smiled to herself as they left the jewelry store in supposed pursuit of a suspect, but she simply couldn’t help adding as they got in the cab, “you are gonna actually ask me out first though, right?”

anonymous asked:

I was just reflecting and thought about the fact that Clarke could kill Finn not only to save him but bc otherwise her people would die if a treaty couldn't be made. She could sacrifice Abby to save her people and the human race. But she couldn't kill Bellamy, even though she believed that letting him live could possibly lead to the extinction of the human race, at the very least much of her people dying. just wow.

Yeah. I think even Bellamy realized that one. 

It was pretty intense. 

Oh, you know what else? Her leaving the bunker, even being left behind the rocket, might actually be what saves them all, because I’m thinking none of them can get back to the surface. Bellamy’s locked on the ring with no way back and Abby is locked in the bunker with no way out. 

They both need someone free on the surface to get them back to the surface. 

Okay, well that’s speculation.

Legolas x Short!Reader Headcanons

A/N: Just looking out for my fellow vertically challenged fans out there (; enjoy!

• This boy has definitely used you as an armrest before. Putting his arms on your shoulder or head has become a common practice between the both of you; and while he knows you could (and probably would) break his arm in a split second, you don’t really mind having his touch on you 24/7.

• Legolas loves carrying you. Because you often grumble about the injustice of his long legs and how you practically have to run to keep up with his long strides, he often lifts you up on his back, slings you on his shoulder, or carries you bridal style to “help you keep up with him”. Not that he minds, of course. The sight of your beet red face and flustered demeanor makes it a worthwhile investment every single time.

• Since Leggy is a literal tree, kissing him can be quite a difficult task. He enjoys watching you try to elongate your body as much as possible to get to him, often standing on top of your toes in an effort to reach his face. To him, the image of your nose scrunched up with frustration in an attempt to make contact with his lips is one, if not the cutest things he’s ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Eventually, you come to the end of your patience and grab him by the collar, dragging him down to your level. Although he misses the entertainment, the feeling of your lips perfectly molded against his is more than enough to compensate for it.

• Your small frame makes cuddling easy. Rather than squirming around trying to find a comfortable position for the both of you, your petite figure allows him to wrap his body around yours with ease. He’ll nuzzle his face into your chest, wrapping his lean arms around your waist and pulling you close, inhaling your scent deeply. No matter how many times he does it, you always flush with slight embarrassment, ears turning a rosy pink at his intimate action. Nonetheless, you’ll swing your hips around his midsection and stroke his hair lovingly, undoing his braids and letting his hair fall free in waves. He’ll hum in satisfaction at the feeling of your fingers gently weaving through his tresses, voice thrumming against your chest and sending waves of love coursing throughout your body at the sound of his voice.

• Legolas is Extra™ when it comes to you. If clothes are ever too long to fit your body, he’ll arrange your closet to be tailored to your size. No matter how many times you claim the length of the sleeves on your nightgown is just fine, thank you very much, he’ll send clothing down to get altered perfectly to your body. Even though Legolas makes a show about the injustice of having no clothes that fit your body type, you know he just wants an excuse to see you in his clothing. His clothing is comfortable and you don’t mind being in it, however, it’s difficult to explain to his father why you show up to the breakfast table wearing his son’s shirt, wrinkly and oversized with sleeves draping over your hands and fabric spilling over your shoulders without receiving raised eyebrows and airy giggles from soldiers and servants alike.

• One of the most rewarding things about being short is that you’re the perfect height for forehead kisses. Legolas is free to shower you with tiny pecks on your head and little displays of affection that don’t disgust or disrupt the people around you. He also uses them as a comforting tactic for whenever your nerves kick in. Being as observant as he is, he memorizes every body movement that signals your discomfort and knows your fidgeting down to a T. Whenever you show signs of distress, he’ll give you little pecks on your hairline and gently brush through your locks with his nimble fingers, coaxing your anxiety away. He knows better than anyone that, sometimes, actions speak better than words.

• Given the elves and their free spirited nature, dancing is a common practice among them. Whether it’s a festival or just an everyday activity, they are often seen gracefully twirling and prancing to the sound of harps and flutes, laughter and banter mingling together with the music to form gentle melodies that drift throughout the forest. Because of Legolas’ status, he was taught how to dance at a young age and is very adept at the art of bodily expression. You aren’t bad at it yourself, in fact, you are quite the contrary, but your parents never told you how to deal with a height difference while maintaining an elegant composure. More often than not, attempts result in the two of you collapsing in fits of giggles, questioning your decision to try it out in the first place. It wasn’t entirely your fault, though. His trademark smirk and slightly raised eyebrow peering down at you does make it hard to keep the regal aesthetic.


she saved us again  raven reyes saved us again


I want to be a Sam.

I want to be a Sam Gamgee. I want to be the friend who stays through thick and thin, who never leaves no matter what. I want to be the friend who is always there, not wanting anything for myself. I want to never give up even if all seems lost. I want to make my friends’ rings easier to bear, even if I can’t carry them myself. I want to be a Sam Gamgee.

I want to be a Sam Winchester. I want to care for everyone, no matter the size or shape or gender or race. I want to listen to everyone. I want to protect those who can’t help themselves, to fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. I want to help people. I want to be a Sam Winchester.

I want to be a Sam Wilson. I want to be ready to fight for my friends. I want to believe them when no one else will. I want to stick by them even when all the odds are stacked against us. I want to be a Sam Wilson.

I don’t want to be the hero. I don’t want to be Frodo or Aragorn. I don’t want to be Dean. I don’t want to be Steve Rogers. I want to be the support. I want to make it possible for someone else to be the hero.

I want to be a Sam.


get to know me meme: [1/5] movies 

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on… when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend… some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold. Bilbo once told me his part in this tale would end… that each of us must come and go in the telling. Bilbo’s story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him… save one.

Loki falls to Midgard from the void and starts getting as high a job as possible so he can have as much money as possible. This just so happens to come in the form of him using his knowledge to work his way up the ranks of Stark Industries, eventually working with the great Tony Stark himself, and forming an attachment to the genius. When he’s attacked by the Ten Rings, Loki outs himself by using his magic to find him and bring him back, saving Yinsen and Tony. Tony was there long enough to have the idea of Ironman form though, and proceeds to make it to save the people overseas. Loki unearths Obadiah’s scheme, and they both balance each other’s mental problems out, finally ending with a healthy psyche for each of them.

my apologies || thomas (smut)

word count: 3214

warnings: shower sex

prompt: collab with @sincerelystiles

author’s note: this is a very steamy thomas smut from soph and i! enjoy!


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You’re Sick

Prompt: you’re sick and Harry helps take care of you.

Who: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 1020

Harry didn’t get it. He didn’t understand how someone could be so kind, so warm, so beautiful. He didn’t understand how she was so smart yet so stupid. She had a future she was in college, she was studying and working towards her dreams, yet she spent her time with him. She spent her nights at his place, she spent nights worrying about him when he was gone.

Harry was amazed. He was amazed at how big her heart is, how she always wanted him to be happy. He was amazed at how just loved everyone and everything. He was amazed at how she could find a positive spin on just about anything.

He loved coming home and seeing her cooking, or sleeping, or studying. He loved watching her sit at the table, her eyes fighting to stay opened as she studied. He loved watching her cooking and singing to herself. Every little thing he found himself more and more in love.

“Hi kitten,” he whispered as he spotted her at the small table that sat in the kitchen.

He hated that he couldn’t offer her more, he hated that he had to worry if the doors were locked at night. He hated that the only place he could afford was a one bedroom in the scariest part of town. He hated that he couldn’t buy her a house like she deserved. A house with a pool and a white picket fence, a house that has a basement, a house with stairs. A house that didn’t have mice running around.

She sat at the table, her head laying on her textbook, her eyes closed. The eyes Harry had grown to love, the eyes that light up every time he walked in a room. The eyes that gave him such a warm welcoming look every time she saw him.

“Kitten,” he whispered softly, gently brushing the hair from her face.

Her cheeks were soft and slightly warm, he pressed his hand on her forehead it was warmer than usual. He frowned, he had seen her coughing and sneezing, her appetite decreasing. He kept telling her she was getting sick and every time she would tell him that she never gets sick.

“Hi,” her warm angelic voice filled his ears. She shifted, lifting her head up and rubbing her eyes. Her eyes met his, lighting up as they usually did. She gives him a small smile and he can tell she’s tired.

“You’re sick,” Harry says, kneeling down in front of her.

“’m not,” she mumbled, her smile fading, “just a little tired.”

“And why is that?” He asked.

“I had lab today,” she answered, and Harry knew how much she just hated the three hour class, “and my partner didn’t do anything, and I had two quizzes and an essay, a-and my shift was so long. It’s so cold outside as well.”

She yawns and Harry chuckled, “y/n,” he sighs, he hardly every called her by her name, it was usually kitten or love sometimes a babe, but usually it was a nickname.

“Harold,” she teased.

“You’re sick, c'mon,” he mumbled standing and helping her up.

“Only a little lap,” she frowned, “do you have to work tonight?”

He did, he really needed to extra shift. He was fighting to make ends meet. He needed the bill to be paid, the rent, the heat had gone up as winter kept approaching, and he had been saving for the ring. It was expensive but when he walked by the shop he could see her. He could see her wearing it, he could see her in the diamond. But the ring was worth at least two years of rent and he had been saving up for a good year now. He was almost there, picking up more shifts, getting a second job.

“I do, I’m sorry love,” he says, helping her into bed.

He pulls the blanket over her shivering body and watches her frown. All she wanted was to rest and lay with him all day.

“But it’s snowing pretty badly,” she whispered, worried. The roads were all icy and it was hard to see, the thought of Harry being out there made her worry.

“I’ll be okay, it’s only four hours.”

“Let me go with you,” she says.

“No, no, no,” Harry shakes his head.

He lays her down and lays next to her, pulling her close. She sighed, resting her head on his chest and Harry could feel her warm forehead. “I’ll be back when you wake up,” he promises.

His shift had gone by slow, no one really showing up the bar. The moment his boss offered him the chance to leave early he was out the door. When he reached the apartment he locked the door behind him. His heart broke at the sight in front of him. She was kneeled in front of the toilet, holding her hair back as whatever she had eaten left her.

“Oh kitten,” he sighed, grabbing her hair and rubbing her back softly.

Tears pulled at her eyes and she sniffled wiping her mouth, “you’re home early,” she mumbled.

“Couldn’t leave you alone,” he says as she flushes the toilet, standing.

He lets go of her hair and she brushes her teeth, “you’re burning up,” harry chuckled as she walked to the bed.

She lays in it, wrapping herself in the blanket, “I missed you,” he hums changing into a pair of sweat pants and taking off his shirt.

“hmm missed you too,” she mumbles, her eyes closing, “do you work tomorrow?”

“No,” Harry crawls into bed laying besides her and shes quick to wrap herself up closer to him. She drapes a leg over him, her head on his chest, and arm draped over his torso. “You have me all to yourself.”

“I like that,” she says, “love you.”

Her breathing slows down as she falls asleep. He enjoyed the little moments like this. He enjoyed keeping her close. He enjoyed the times were it was just the two of you.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

Bat Boys on their Wedding Day (Headcanon)

Anon: “can you do a headcano for the batboys and Bruce in there wedding day !”

Schninner: I’m actually REALLY happy on how this turned out, I hope you like it Anon!

Jason Todd

  • He’d probably be a mixture of nervous as hell and a cocky SOB
  • For example, “Uh, of course they’re marrying me, have you seen how I look?”
  • And “Oh my gods, why is she marrying me?! I’m a freaking mess!”
  • He’d constantly be nervously moving or fidgeting
  • But all that nervous energy fades away when he sees you walking down the isle

Dick Grayson

  • He’s a nervous rambler
  • He just keeps going on and on to his brothers about his paranoid thoughts of how this day could go wrong
  • He is told on several occasions to shut up
  • He’s be the one that would try to sneak away to see you before the ceremony
  • Only to be dragged back to his room by an angry Barbara and Stephanie.
  • He’d write his own vows slipping some sort of cartoon reference or quote that you both think is hilarious

Tim Drake

  • He’d have a timer set of his phone for when the ceremony will start
  • He barely sleeps at all (shocker) he’s just can’t seem to take his eyes off that timer.
  • Spends his waking hours pacing and practicing his vows.
  • Coffee, lots and lots of coffee
  • He can hardly stay awake when he’s standing alone at the alter
  • But he perks up immediately when you begin to make your way toward him
  • He does end up tripping over his words during the vows (and he had practiced so hard to)
  • But a reassuring smile from you melted his worries away

Damian Wayne

  • He has a mask of calm and cool
  • But really, he’d be internally freaking out.
  • His brothers would keep asking him if he’s okay.
  • “TT, Of course I’m okay, I am the son of batman!”
  • Lots and lots of sparring to relieve stress
  • He would also get a lot moodier towards his brothers
  • Translation: Non-stop name calling
  • He gets finicky with his appearance
  • As in lots of tie straightening and hair fixing
  • When its time to feed each other cake, you make sure to smear it ALL over his perfect hair

Bruce Wayne

  • Out of everyone, he would probably be the most nervous
  • He does have 4 rambunctious sons that end to cause trouble
  • He puts most of his nervous energy t good use by making sure his children don’t kill each other
  • Literally
  • He would be freaking out trying to make sure everything would go to plan.
  • Of course, things won’t go smoothly.
  • Tim and Damian got into a fight causing them to lose the rings.
  • He was devastated, terrified
  • But you managed to save the day by using ring pops instead