Here’s my breakdown of what happened at C2E2!

I spent Friday attending professional panels for the comics industry, which probably deserves a post of its own, but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking shop. But Saturday was devoted to Agents of SHIELD stuff with Iain and Liz. I had an amazing time and so many awesome things happened. Truly it was the best con experience I’ve ever had and, as @bigfunnywords (HEY Tumblr finally let me tag you!) said, I lived my best life. I’ll try to do the tl;dr version but this will probably get long.

Putting the rest behind a cut for your scrolling convenience.

Keep reading

So I’ve been watching musicals
And I totally feel like
If TFC were a musical
Andrew would be the one to break the fourth wall and constantly question why everyone is singing
Nicky starts up with some upbeat song about him and Erik and how love can span oceans or some shit
And Dan and Matt join in
And it’s at a practice
And Andrew is in goal and is just like
The fuck is happening here
So he grabs a ball
And he aims it
To ricochet and hit all three of them in the head
And all the Foxes just turn to stare at him
‘Practice!’ He yells
But no one moves
So he bangs his racquet against the goal post
‘No more singing’
And suddenly everyone is this flurry of movement
And practice resumes
And Kevin is really smug on the court that it’s Andrew who is yelling at everyone to practice
No one has a musical moment in front of Andrew again

me, last night when I thought my best friend was abandoning me: I hate her and she’s the worst person ever and I’m never going to speak to her again so she’s knows how I feel!!
my best friend, this morning: hey, wanna hang out today
me, now: 💖💖💖💕💕💕❤❤😍😍😍😍✨✨❤❤💕😍😍💖💓😍💓💘💘😍💞💖💕💛💟😍💜❣💙💓💚💓💕❤😍😍💕💘😍💗 YES!!! ABSOLUTELY!! LET ME CLEAR MY SCHEDULE!!

Neil has a song titled ‘What Does a Name Mean’ and it’s kinda sad and slow and he sings it when he’s alone and thinking about running away from the Foxes before the Raven’s game and then there’s a reprise of it when ‘Neil Josten’ becomes legal and official that is the opposite and it’s hopeful and bording on happy but kind of cautious and just like Neil’s soliloquy type thing and this is what my brain does at 1 am ok

Real Or Not Real?

What if, when they finally get Snart back, his mind is mixed up from the Oculus? He saw every possibility in every timeline on every Earth, and he’s having trouble sorting what actually happened.

So, he starts asking people. Not many people, just the people he trusts most. He’ll give them a scenario, and they’ll tell him if it’s real or not.


“My favorite color was blue,” he starts one day, raising his eyebrows. “Real or not real?”

Sara rolls her eyes, not taking her eyes off her punching bag. “Not real. Just told everyone it was.”


“Robert Queen is the Green Arrow,” he tries one day, a headline flashing through his head.

“Not real,” Stein tells him, before pausing. “His son, Oliver, is.”

Leonard’s not quite sure why he’s telling him that.


“Emma Watson is president,” he offers, leaning against the console.

Jax laughs. “Not real, unfortunately.”


“I nearly killed you,” he mutters, and this one almost isn’t a question. Mick answers anyway.

“Real. But you didn’t.”

He’s not sure how much consolation that is, not with the name “Chronos” echoing in his head. A question for another day, perhaps.


“You broke my gun,” he drawls, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ray gulps.

“R-real. That happened after, though. You were gone, and we would have died too if-but I’m sorry about your gun. I know that-”

“Relax, Raymond. You saved my partner. Thank you.”

He can’t believe he’s letting Palmer off the hook.


“Savitar killed Iris West” he says, and he’s almost sure of this one. Relief floods him at Rip’s reply.

“Almost. But not real, not anymore.”


“I killed my father.” He’s pulled Barry off to the side, during a team up with Team Flash. He has to know.

“Real.” The hero watches him curiously, awaiting his reaction.

“I don’t regret it.” This, at least, isn’t a question.


Sometimes, he asks others, but his favorite by far is Sara. He’ll spend hours asking her anything he can think of.


“You and I nearly froze to death together.”

“Real. Wasn’t much of a fan, honestly.”


“You were my nurse in prison.”

“Not real.”

“That’s a shame.”


“You asked me to dance, in the seventies, and I refused.”

“That one’s real.”

“Unfortunate. It could have been fun.”


She knows the questions are coming eventually, but they still catch her off guard.

“You kissed me.” She knows his tones now, knows the different ways he asks. He thinks this one is fake.

“Real,” she admits, not meeting his eyes. Instead, she focuses on sharpening her knife.

“I love you.” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but sure, and she doesn’t know if it’s even a question. Still, she has to answer.


“And you… Love me.” He sounds so awed, so hopeful, that every carefully crafted denial she used to keep her heart in tact after losing him and Laurel in one fell swoop dissolves.



Sometimes he still gets confused.

He remembers being in Juvie for Lisa’s fifth birthday party, but she shows him pictures of him serving her cake.

He doesn’t recognize any version of Harrison Wells, but he greets Julian like an old friend.

He calls “The Wizard of Oz” “Gone With The Wind,” and no one can convince him otherwise.

Yes, he still gets a little confused, but he knows the important things.

I had this dream in the middle of the night the other night, but I dreamed about Fallout 4 and I guess my subconscious made me a fan-OC for it. Of course in the dream I just accepted this as normal and just a new mission in the game but…. subconscious why.

So meet Elmar, Spaniard ghoul-man who works for a super-shady warlord guy as an assassin. His special technique being that he has a transmitter on his person that makes a hologram/projection that makes him look like a normal human again. But in for realzies he’s a ghoul. In the dream Nick was all peeved about further untrustworthiness and bad people hiding in plain sight, but he was also another companion you could get to your side if you got him away from the warlord who had dirt on him.

Both his actual appearance and ghoul appearance as well as his name was totally just copied out of my dream xD 


There are ten beer bottles sitting on his kitchen counter.

All of them are empty, lined up in rows of three with the odd man out lying on its side. He spins this one around, the label blurring as he leans his hip against the granite countertop.

The countertop they picked out together, not so long ago. Dark grey, modern and stylish, just like she wanted.

Around and around the green bottle spins until his eyes can’t take it anymore. He throws the bottle in the garbage can instead of the recycle bin. Partly because he’s almost a full case of beer deep and wasn’t really paying attention but also because she always insisted that they recycle as much as they could.

“It’s better for the environment,” he muses out loud to himself, his words slurring as he starts chucking the remaining beer bottles into the garbage, one by one.

She’s not here to yell at him anyways, so why the fuck should he care.


There are voicemails waiting for him when he wakes up the next morning.

“Bellamy, it’s your sister. What in the hell are you doing not answering your phone for days? Call me back!!”

“Bell? It’s Jasper. Just wanted to check up on you, man. Let me know how you’re doing.”

“Yo, It’s Murphy. Fuck that girl, let’s get drunk.”

“Hey, it’s Monty. I’m sure everyone is calling you but…we’re worried about you. Please let someone know if you’re okay.”

“Bell, honey? It’s mom. Please call me when you get this, your sister and I are worried about you. Love you.”

“Blake, it’s Miller. Octavia is freaking out man, hasn’t stopped calling me since yesterday. I know you’re hurting but…just please call someone back. Later.”

“Mr. Blake, it’s Professor Stanley. I just wanted to let you know that I received your email and am sorry to hear you won’t be able to speak in my class this week. Hope we can schedule something again soon.”

“God damn it, Bellamy Blake! If you don’t call me back, I’m going to tell mom about all the stupid shit you did in high school. And we both know you don’t want that hellfire to rain down upon you. Call. Me. Back!”

“Hey….Bell. It’s me. Look, I know we said we weren’t going to call each other but…I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way that we ended things. I know it was for the best but…I just…please don’t pull away from everyone. They all love you so much. And so do I. I’m sorry.”

He deletes all of them but the last one, sets his phone on that fucking grey countertop and hits the speaker button.

“….They all love you so much. And so do I.”

Her voice is broken but so is his heart so he listens to it a few more times until he feels like breaking his phone.

Keep reading

Okay, so I was just scrolling through Pinterest when I suddenly found this picture. I selected it, (of course), and the caption read;

“Jeremy Brett as Watson with Charlton Heston as Holmes and Suzanne Lederer in Crucifer of Blood at the Ahmanson theatre. L.A 1980″


Ok but I seem to have started some sort of comedy, possible crack fic, whereupon Bernie and Serena are c l u e l e s s about their attraction, or at least what to do/ how to act upon it, and the entire hospital teams up to shove them together, because they’re all frankly sick to the back teeth of interrupting eye sex sessions (Jac is frustrated, frankly, that she’s the only one that seems to think actually shoving them is a good idea, because, well, brusque is best) but they all come up with elaborate, increasingly ludicrous plans, until nothing is working, and they bring in their last resort/ secret weapon, Connie Beauchamp, to pretend to be seducing Bernie to make Serena incandescently jealous, and Bernie, naturally, is oblivious, until… Well, she isn’t.

last night i had a dream that i was getting ready to go somewhere with my parents and i was just about to head out the door, shoes on and everything, and then @catharinaloss calls me out of nowhere and we start talking about how c.lace was forever ruined after they dropped the incest bomb on them and then we talk about how we’d rather c.limon wouldn’t be a thing either bc of reasons and then my parents wait for me for like 5 mins to finish my coversation, but they get impatient so i’m like (while taking my shoes off) “yk what guys u can go ahead i’m staying home” and then they just roll their eyes and let me do my thing

rex501st  asked:

Shallura tired in bed kisses/snuggles

           He fell face down onto the bed. “I am not moving ever again,” he declared.

           Allura snorted, but her sarcastic mirth was marred by a yawn. “Move over, at least. The bed is supposed to be big enough for two.”

           Shiro rolled over to flop onto his back on one side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t even know the last time I slept decently.”

           “It was a long mission,” she agreed, crawling onto the bed and flopping down next to him. She traced a new scar his left arm had acquired. “I’m just glad we all made it through.”

           “There’s nothing this team can’t handle,” he said, smile sleepy and self-satisfied.

           “Still, you scared me for a moment there.”

           He lolled his head over to look at her. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

           “It’s okay. No one ever said saving the universe would be safe,” she pointed out, fingertips still petting the evidence of his recent wound.

           He reached over to take her hand, tugging it over to his lips. “Stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’,” he demanded softly. This was an old routine by now.

           Her answer was always the same. “I can’t help it. If I think about it from every angle, maybe next time, no one will even get hurt. Maybe next time it will be better.”

           “I know how you feel. But we live in this reality, where we all made it through, just a bit nicked up here and there. Slav can chase down every alternate possibility in the multiverse; you just stay here with me.”

           She smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Gladly.” She straightened up again. “Are you going to get under the covers at some point?”

           He released her hand and groaned. “That requires moving,” he protested.

           “Only a little bit more.” She pushed the covers down as much as she could so she could slide in beneath them, tugging the sheet back up over her shoulder.

           “Too much more. No more moving.”

           “Suit yourself. But there can’t be snuggling if you’re not under here with me.”

           He paused. “What kind of snuggling?”

           She grinned at his bargaining. “Spooning.”

           “Who’s big spoon?”

           “Me, if you stop being such a baby and get in the bed properly.”

           He was under the covers in no time flat and she chuckled as she shifted to be larger and snuggled up behind him. He relaxed back against her, practically melting into her arms.

           “You’re safe now, Takashi,” she said softly against his ear. “And I will do everything I can to keep you that way.”

           He sighed in happy contentment and practically plummeted into sleep. She fought with her heavy eyelids to stay awake and watch him sleep, hear his breathing slow and even, but it had been a long mission for her, too. Holding him in her arms comforted her no less than it did him, and she drifted off to his warmth and the knowledge that they’d saved the entire universe again – including each other.

i think i would commit  murder, or at least homicide, to know what ginny says to mike after he says, “never said i was,” at the end of the break