Thor Ragnarok DELETED SCENES, Alternate Post-Credits and Rejected Concepts Explained

NOOOOO!!!!! Why did they cut the knife scene?! It was so badass!

Originally posted by thatfangirlwithoutalife

“Freed in the Rain” - Miraculous Ladybug Soulmates AU Fanfic

Guys, I wrote my very first solo ML fanfic!  I usually only do the drawings for fanfic collaborations but this time I wanted to try doing both!  I wrote it for @chocoluckchipz‘s birthday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCKY!!!  @maerynn-blog, @kryallaorchid, @midnightstarlightwrites and myself wrote oneshots all with a Soulmates AU theme.  Here it is on Ao3 (I wrote Chapter 4)  

Author’s Notes:  Everyone knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time you touched.  Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate fidelity.

“I’ve never been to school before.  I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of new to me.”  Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards Marinette.

He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.

An olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over.  Marinette thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.

He hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.

A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.

She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.

Thousands of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot, otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.

The world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl.  A cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.

Adrien felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well. Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black butterfly.

Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes, once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness, abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and defeating a magical giant made of stone.  Sheer pride at seeing her succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love and kindness?  Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and unstoppable.

It lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.   Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and Adrien choked back a sob.  

They had found each other.  Partners, yes, but also something more.  

The light to his darkness.

The calm to her chaos.

Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.  

Marinette jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up for all those years of neglect and loneliness.

He clung to her as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.

Feelings of protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know.  But he did know her, and she knew him.

More than anyone else in the world ever did.

The umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them warm.


Alternative scene 3 “Protect the Barrier” Ghostbusters 2016

This is a longer (and even weirder) version of Erin’s and Abby’s little presentation. Also, Holtzmann’s response is a little different in the end and there’s a super cute Erin/Patty moment at the end. 

Favorite part: 
Abby’s breakdancing. yes. I need about 100000 minutes more of that. 


crying: the comic.

or: a ‘missing scene’ (kinda) (well i used some canon dialogue) (so maybe an alternate scene?) from act ii of the spongebob musical, (chicago version i have no idea what’ll be different in NYC) ANYWAY because i needed there to be a moment where someone – anyone – just asks sandy to stay. and why not the person she puts everything on hold for to help? he woulda owed her that much.


Ghostbusters “Aldridge mansion” Alternative scene!!!!






What Thor & Loki say vs. what I hear
  • Thor: If you were here I might even hug you
  • Loki: I'm here
  • ~
  • Thor: I really wish you were here so I could give you a hug and maybe kiss you and keep you forever and always
  • Loki: I love you too, brother
  • ~
  • i can't help myself because Thorki forever and i'm finishing another fanfic sue me

anonymous asked:

wait, when did Natasha lick her finger in front of Elise?

hhhhh it’s from one of the alternate coverages, the scene were laura wishes carmilla a happy rebirthday or whatever she justs fuckicnng…goes and puts her damn finger into her mouth all the while looking at laura with her innocent bullshit ass face as if she doesnt know what shes doing but believe me the bitch KNOWS what shes doing and i’m so madhdjsfjks

the lip biting too?? what wa sthe fucking need i’m so upset what was the fucking need for her to just??????? do that i’m calling the police

Re-forging Common Ground

My alternative take on the Downworld meeting. What could have happened if the Shadowhunters and Downworlders were willing to play nice.

You’re right.“ Alec said, surprising everyone, not least himself by agreeing with the Seelie Queen ” if it came down to it, the Clave would protect their own over you… every time…. but I’m not the Clave.“ He added, looking Magnus straight in the eye.

Magnus broke the gaze first, memories of how he’d accused Alec of breaking promises rushing in. Despite his anger in that moment, comparing Alec to the Clave had been uncalled for.

“You don’t trust me after what happened with the Soul Sword,” Alec continued, words spoken to the Queen but clearly intended for someone else, “I made a mistake and for that I’m sorry.”

Jace, Izzy and Clary shared looks, all silently asking if Alec had lost his mind or if maybe he knew what he was doing?

“I founded this council to bring the Clave and the Downworld together, because I truly believe that if we put our differences aside we can work together to defeat Valentine.”

The several pairs of skeptical eyes looking back at him proved that this approach wasn’t convincing anyone. He sighed, he only had one more card to play…. and he’d really hoped he wouldn’t have to take it there.

“Ok fine, you don’t believe that I’d be willing to put the Downworld first….I’m not a Seelie, you have no reason to trust my words. But believe this,” He said strongly, avoiding Magnus’ burning gaze, “Magnus is part of the Downworld and I would die before I let Valentine hurt Him……Now look me in the eye, Your Majesty and tell me that that isn’t true.”

“I find that I can’t Mr. Lightwood,” she replied cooly after a moment of uneasy silence all round, “for that I do believe. For as long as you remain Head of the New York Institute, I will ensure your receive the full co-operation of the downworld.”

“Come along,” she sang out, Magnus forcing his feet to follow along behind her as Alec watched him go. If it weren’t for the Queen’s fickle nature Magnus would have refused to leave the room, but he couldn’t afford to threaten this new found balance.

Magnus’ signature knock announced his arrival at Alec’s office door. He stood there uneasy, searching out answers in Alec’s hopeful expression.

“You achieved the impossible today Alexander.” He praised, “I’m sorry that I doubted you …. doubted us.”

“I know,” Alec smiled reassuringly as he closed the distance between them, taking
Magnus’ hands in his. “I had to show you that you can have both, we just need to be willing to work for it.”

Magnus traced the lines of Alec’s arms with his hand as he moved them to rest on Alec’s chest, hips now almost touching. “Well, someone did tell me once that relationships take effort….” he smiled leaving the sentence open.

Alec moved one hand up Magnus’ arm, to wrap around his wrist, the other moving to Magnus’ jaw, gently cupping his face. Leaning in, he smiled against Magnus’ lips… “I’m all for effort.”