already too much in love with that show

storysongandstars  asked:

I love the episode Giant Woman so much and I'm glad you like it too! It has the show's first real full-length song and it introduces the concept of fusion which is The Best Thing!

The episode was indeed amazing! You have a good reason to like it.

The song was very cute and i enjoyed the heck out of it, i already memorized the lyrics from listening to it so much holy shit. I hope to see more great songs like this one.

I have a hard time looking at the screen while I type this because of how much I’m crying, and frankly I don’t care if this goes unnoticed or not, but I just needed to say: I will miss Carrie Fisher so much. Today, it feels like I’m losing a close friend to something that has personally already taken too much from me. You know, I love Star Wars, but Princess Leia is not what comes first to my mind when I think of Carrie’s passing. I think of how miserable her only daughter must feel right now. How her own mother, who almost died herself less than a year ago, has now survived her 60 year old daughter and how much this must pains her too. I think of her dog Gary without his companion anymore. I think of her absence on TV shows, her wit and her extravagant stories, I think of her late night tweets written only in emojis. I know it’s silly, I know it’s even stupid to feel this bad after the death of some random actor I’ve never even talked to. I can’t actually believe I feel remorse at the thought that I attended Celebration last summer, and that I refused to pay to get her picture taken with me or her autograph, because I thought it was too expensive and that I’d get other opportunities to meet her in person. I watched her on that stage command the attention of the audience and the host, making everyone laugh just by talking and being herself. She’s done so much for all of us, and if anyone deserved to survive this hell year that is 2016, it was her. She deserved to grow old and tell people who shamed her to go fuck themselves. She deserved to get closure on her most iconic role and write even more books. She deserved to know a little quiet and peace after spending all those decades fighting for her life. Carrie Fisher deserved the world and now she’s gone.

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└ Aiba-chan, bite size does matter afterall~

Cr: Aiba Manabu 30.10.2016 (Koichi Ginger)

Sick, Yet Not Sick

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 777

Summary: The reader has been feeling sick, and it’s got Dean worried. 

This was written in honor of @soaringeag1e‘s announcement a few days ago. :) Love you, Megan!

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i think the reason why scene in even’s room in episode 2 hits me so hard is because it feels so ridiculously…teenage? i don’t know why it took me until my 20th rewatch to notice this, but my go-to flirting tactic is also asking someone what kind of music they like. there’s something incredibly personal about sharing with a stranger the kind of music that makes you feel things and trusting them to feel it along with you. can you imagine even’s excitement when isak hadn’t heard of nas?? like i can show this boy this piece of myself and have him love it as much as i do. and even’s already been showing isak pieces of himself - letting isak into his room, having him see his art. there’s a sense of risk about it too - from the possibility of even opening up to someone when he already has sonja, from isak ditching his friends to hang out with this stranger who he may actually like. being a teenager is all about doing stupid things without thinking about the consequences, even if it’s something as simple as smoking weed in even’s room while eating bad cheesy toast and busting out questionable rapping skills. so much of this scene depends on the little details - isak stubbornly avoiding eye contact except for a few key moments, even sprawled out on the windowsill all casual in his space while isak keeps himself more closed, even looking at isak when he doesn’t notice. i’m used to dramatic bonding scenes in teen shows or movies and sure isak and even have those too (pool scene?? extra as hell??), but i just appreciate skam being able to make these small and mundane moments feel so significant.

Senior Initiate Kenobi

Hello There! I just wanted to thank everyone for their overwhelming response to my first little bit fun with Ahsoka and Tiny BB! Obi-Wan. (That is totally his name now and no one will convince me otherwise.) I am so, so humbled by all of the lovely comments and tags and reblogs you’ve given me and I cannot thank you all enough!

And now, we return to our previously scheduled Adventures of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan!

And if you have no idea what I’m talking about Part One is right here! And you can find Part Three here!

Was Ahsoka losing her mind?

“I’m sorry. What did you say your name was?” she sputtered in shock.

If it was possible, the boy in front of her looked even more crestfallen than before, his blue eyes darting off to the side as he hunched his shoulders defensively and bowed his head. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Yes. Ahsoka decided she was losing her mind.

Or maybe this a dream? Or a Force vision? Yes! Let’s go with Force vision. But what is the Force trying to tell me?

And why did this tiny version of Master Obi-Wan look so terribly depressed?

“It’s nice to meet you, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka finally said, returning his bow with one of her own. “Where were you headed in such a rush?”

Obi-Wan seemed startled at her kind words and looked up at her, his wide blue-grey eyes doing that squinting thing Master Obi-Wan’s did whenever Anakin was trying to pull a fast one over him. It was almost comical coming from a child half her age.

Comical and heartbreakingly familiar.

“I was on my way to saber practice with Master Drallig,” Obi-Wan sighed, apparently deciding that Ahsoka was to be trusted. “I’m afraid I shall be late now. Master Drallig will be most displeased with me.”

Saber practice? With Master Drallig? Then that meant…

This is the Temple. I’m in the Temple. On Coruscant. This is a vision of the past. Of Obi-Wan’s past.

But why was the Force showing her this?

“Why don’t I go with you and explain it to him?” Ahsoka offered, a smile on her face. “If it hadn’t been for me, I’m sure you would have been right on time, right?”

Obi-Wan bit his lip and looked off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back as he rocked on his heels. “Ah… well, to be perfectly honest, Master Ahsoka, I am already tardy for my instructions.”

“How late are you?” Ahsoka asked, incapable of believing that Obi-Wan Kenobi could be late to anything, let alone to a class on lightsaber instruction. Anakin, yes, but Obi-Wan? Never!

Obi-Wan frowned. “Class started fifteen minutes ago.”

“Fifteen minutes ago?” Ahsoka echoed, shocked. That did not sound like the Master Obi-Wan she knew. “Why are you already so late?”

And why do you still look so sad?

Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan managed to get out a pained but polite answer. “I was talking with Master Sinube and he can be a bit… loquacious. It would have been terribly rude of me to interrupt him! He is a very wise master and I… eh-hem. And now I am even more late, Master Ahsoka.”

Then Initiate Obi-Wan did the same thing that Master Obi-Wan did when it was clear he was done explaining himself: he pulled his hands from behind his back, set his chin, and nodded solemnly. When she had been younger it had been intimidating at first, then amusing and now, to see the origins of that little head nod on such a small boy, it was positively endearing.

“Well then at least let me go with you to explain my part in this whole mess,” Ahsoka smiled, a soft and affectionate laugh following her statement. “Where is the class being held?”

“In the Northern Solar Room,” Obi-Wan explained, marching forward and his head held high. “And thank you, Master Ahsoka, but you need not impugn your honor on my account. I, alone, am responsible for my actions. I chose to offend Master Drallig’s sense of punctuality and I should pay the price for it.”

Ahsoka shook her head, a feeling of warmth and affection for this tiny version of her master’s master suffusing the Force. “I think my honor can take the hit, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan looked back at her, one eyebrow arched in skepticism. He gave her a long look with those clear blue-grey eyes before he came a conclusion and shook his head. “As you wish, Master Ahsoka.”

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Early Christmas Gift


prompt-  hi this is a request! can you please do a smutty Niall one where the two of you are just relaxing at home once he’s come back from doing the jingle ball shows and you’re just watching a movie or something and it gets really dirty? I love your writing so I know it’ll be good ☺️ thanks if you do!

(A/N- thank you so much for requesting! And if any of you are going to the D.C jingle ball on Monday hmu because i’ll be there too.Also if you couldn’t tell already I suck at tittles)

~1,082 words


Playing with the hem of his t-shirt, your eyes on the television that played christmas vacation you thought about how happy you were that you had your boy back with you. He had just gotten back from doing the jingle ball shows a day ago and since then you two has not left the couch and decided to get into the holiday mood by watching christmas movies.

You moved your gaze to Niall, his facial hair starting to become unkempt and his now mostly brunette hair lay flat on his head because he was too lazy to do anything with it. You watched as he brought his beer up to his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed the alcohol. He was just so fucking handsome and you missed him, you couldn’t remember the last time you guys were intimate, all you knew was it was at least two weeks and you needed him. You needed his body pressed against yours and you needed him in you.

Pausing the movie you moved to take the beer bottle out of his hand, catching him by surprise. “What are ya doin’ love?” He asked watching as you started to rid yourself of your shirt and cotton shorts leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra.  

“What does it look like Ni?” You whispered into his ear as you moved so that you were straddling his thin legs.

“Don’t ya want to move to the bedroom?” Niall said, still surprised by your actions but that didn’t stop his hands from finding their way to your bum.

“Nope, i’ve missed your body baby boy. And you did so good performing that i think you can get one of your christmas gifts a little early.” You ran your bottom lip over his neck and jawline until you got to his ear where you took the earlobe in between your teeth and gave it a little tug.

A shaky ‘oh’ left Niall’s lips as he readjusted his hips to try and get more friction off of you. He allowed you to take his t-shirt off of him and watched as you started to grind into his growing bulge. “I’m so proud of you, getting on that stage all by yourself with only your guitar. If only i was able to see it in person, you would have been getting it every night.” You teased as you started to grind a little harder.

“Don’t ya worry babe, when it’s my own tour you’ll be coming with me.” He said, his big hands gripped your ass so tight you were sure you were going to have bruises.   

“I better be.” Your breath caught in your throat when he pressed his gorgeous lips against the soft skin of your neck, he started to suck so that he’d leave a mark. You hoped it wouldn’t be so bad that you wouldn’t be able to cover it with fondation because you weren’t sure if you could face his family on christmas with a massive hickey on your neck.  

A sharp slap on your bum pulled you from your thoughts, “Stop yer teasn’.” He growled as he flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft cushions of the couch while he hovered above you. You loved it when he’d take control. Placing your hands on either side of his face you pulled him closer to you so your could kiss him. It was such a deep kiss that you seemed to get lost in his heavenly lips.

He pulled away from you and started to pull down his joggers along with his boxers, you followed suit and rid yourself of your panties and unclasped your bra throwing it somewhere across the room. “God you’re so fuckn’ beautiful.”

You layed back down and  relished the feeling of his big warm hands traveling all over your body until they stopped at where you needed them the most.  One long finger teased your bundle of nerves while his other hand held your hip down tightly, “I know it was only a two weeks or so but i missed seeing you like this princess.” Niall gently entered one finger into you and watched your face scrunch up with pleasure. “I missed seeing ya so needy for me.”

His words only turned you on more as you squirmed wanting him to fill you. He did just that and put two more digits into you and pumped them slowly in and out. “Fuck Ni, i need more than just your fingers.” You whined into the couch pillow into that layed next to your head. Much to your displeasure he didn’t take his fingers out of you but started to move them faster making you arch your back of the sofa. “Shit, I’m going to fucking cum.”

“Come on babe, do it. Show me how much you missed me.” He teased, he smirked at how worked up he got you. Listening to his words you reached your high. He allowed you to regain your breathing before he started to prep himself to enter you. “Ya ready for me babe.” Niall asked wanting to make sure you were okay.

You nodded your head and waited for him to enter you which you didn’t have to wait long for. A gasp left your lips as he did so and your hands traveled to his back digging your nails into the pale skin. Niall waited to make sure you were ready for him to continue before he started to get into his rhythm. “Shit, (Y/N).” He grunted. It felt so good you couldn’t help running your nails down his back, no doubt leaving scratches. You loved to watch his face, his eyes scrunching up, his mouth slightly open with grunts and curses spilling out as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” He whispered as his thrust became harder and a tad sloppier.

“Niall!” You all but screamed as you felt another orgasm brewing. You knew you he was close so you tried your best to hold back wanting cum at the same time.

“Fuck, baby.” He finally said as his legs started to shake, finally reaching his peak. You screamed as you did as well, gripping his biceps to steady yourself. He pulled out and sat back to attempt to  catch his breath.

“Merry Christmas.” You breathed out finally making eye contact again.

“Merry Christmas.” Niall laughed as he leaned down to kiss you.


I hope that this is okay, kinda struggled with this.

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Supercorp-Marriage Marks

Tattoos and Kryptonians-Supercorp

Okay imagine that Lena and Kara have been dating for a few months now and Kara only recently told Lena that she’s Supergirl. Of course, Lena already knew about it because Kara is just too obvious about it and Lena is just too much of a genius not to know. Lena gets a small Supergirl tattoo one day(because LOVE AND DEDICATION AND some OTHER REASONS) and Kara notices it when she stops by L-Corp with some food for their usual lunch date. Lena’s just being so casual and showing off but Kara is a fumbling mess because traditionally, Kryptonians use markings to solidify a marriage bond between bondmates. Also even without a formal ceremony, having one’s house crest marked on the skin of a significant other is already binding enough to be considered a legal sort of elopement. Basically, Lena just ignorantly married them and Kara is internally freaking out on how to tell this to Lena.

Anyway, I’m still thinking about Bernie and Serena and how they both use touch in their relationship and how its evolved to the point that it has and I am a literal Wreck over it. Because Serena is generally pretty open with affection with people, and with Bernie from the start of their friendship to show comfort, or love, or care or whatever. But Bernie from the start has been so cautious and inward and careful not to show emotion too often, to show affection too easily. The whole “turns out I’m fussier than I thought about who puts their hands on me” is the way she approaches other people as well. Until. She meets. Serena. 

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Can somebody just stop produce 101 by Mnet?

I don’t watch produce 101 and not loving the whole concept anyway (reminds me too much of gladiator/ hunger games underage-fate-in-public’s-hand type of thing) but putting caste system for food and toilet priority is just too far (just google produce 101 season 2 grade system).

They basically means “A grade trainees got access to better food and priority for toilet/bathroom, and got worse to F grade”.

This is outright discrimination and abuse, how is this getting approved for public broadcast??? (It’s already recording btw) And they put people in hard place because they can’t just ignore the show since it will affect the grade. Mnet needs to put a stop with their drama thirst, these trainees already got their career hang on their editing in this show what else do you want to sacrifice?? Their morals? Their health?

My daughter will ask me for another cookie
after she already had three that day.
And I will start to say “No,
too much sugar, too much fat.”

But I’ll catch myself and remember
my own mother saying “No,
you cannot have those chips. No,
your birthday cake is for the other kids -
not for you.”

And I will remember back to school shopping
in too small, dimly lit dressing rooms;
trying on dresses that showed my baby fat thighs
and shorts that all the other girls were wearing
and my mother saying, “No, wear something longer,
don’t show your shoulders, suck your stomach in.”
Don’t exist, don’t be seen, you take up too much space.

And I will catch myself before I say, “No” to my own daughter,
as I imagine her at 10 years old sucking her stomach in
pinching her skin, missing out on ice cream cones.
I will imagine my daughter at 13 memorizing the calories
in a single grape, skipping meals saying she already ate.
And I will imagine my daughter at 15 wanting to disappear,
I will imagine seeing her – a reflection of me –
slowly wasting away.

And I will catch myself before I say, “No”
And instead say, “Yes baby girl, another cookie won’t hurt.”
And I will let her know she is allowed to take up space
she is allowed to grow out of her jeans, she is allowed
to eat when she is hungry.

I will let her know she is loved
I will teach her how to love herself.
And I will always say yes, to dessert.

—  Why my daughter won’t use “fat“ as a curse word 

Me and you, pal. We’re gonna have big, fancy offices one day, with steel and glass and chairs you don’t even know how to sit in.

NCT as People in the Club (hyungline)
  • Taeil: had no intention of going but got dragged by Hansol. drinks water instead because he doesn't want to get drunk
  • Hansol: went to the club just to dance. he's so into his dancing he can't even notice anyone. forgot that Taeil was with him
  • Johnny: went to the club to get drunk. contemplates on what he did in the last ten years. can't understand why he hasn't debuted yet. wants to forget
  • Taeyong: had to go because the other members said they were going. he had to watch out for them
  • Yuta: already had too much to drink before he went to the club. that's the reason why he decided to follow Taeyong, because he is Taeyong's "protector"
  • Kun: went along to get reciepts on everyone
  • Doyoung: went to the club to meet new people. said he is so done with his members. promotes vroom vroom talk show
  • Ten: king of the dance floor. competes with hansol. loves to twerk
  • Jaehyun: went because he wants to try nightclub food. ends up eating a lot of snacks. prefers eating finger food rather than having drinks
  • Winwin: went along because he thought they were going out for ice cream

when holmes and watson are on their first case together in a study in scarlet, holmes says he’s sure if he showed watson “too much of my method of working, you will come to the conclusion that i am a very ordinary individual after all.”

but watson, who at this point has only known him for about a week, strongly disagrees and compliments him: “i shall never do that. you have brought detection as near an exact science as it will ever be brought in this world.”

i mean, okay, this already makes pretty evident how quickly watson has been completely captivated by holmes, right? but what about him?

well, according to watson’s report holmes “flushed up with pleasure at my words, and the earnest way in which i uttered them. i had already observed that he was as sensitive to flattery on the score of his art as any girl could be of her beauty.”

like. wow. that’s gay, doyle. that is. very gay. queer subtext at its finest. a+ job. glad you didn’t get arrested

  • Mike Lawson: Ginny Baker? Yeah, sure she's a good pitcher, but I dont care about h-*trips* *thousands of pictures of Ginny spill from pockets*
  • Mike: Shit, these aren't mine I swear. I'm just holding them for a friend. I- *slips on a pile of pictures*
  • Mike: fu ck no they're not mine I dont like her I just- *more pictures fall out as he falls to his fucked up knees desperately trying to pick them up*
  • Mike: hang on a sec jUST LISTEN