and everything that you do

I’m so frustrated over people (including actual official content creators) prioritizing a ~funny joke~ over what’s literally, canonly, on screen when it comes to Luke’s whining over the power converters line. Literally said on screen, not just “read between the lines”.

Because it’s not cute, or funny, when you have Luke go “oh I never picked up that last shipment from Tosche station” in Heir to the Jedi when Owen, literally after Luke’s whining says “you can waste time with your friends when your chores are done.” It’s not about the power converters.




How hard is it to remember this was said?

How hard is it to read what’s literally said on screen, right out loud, and maybe think for half a second beyond ~lol Luke’s whiny and doesn’t want to work~ and realise that if it actually was about power converters, it’d be part of Luke’s chores and he’d be sent to get them (maybe with a comment of “don’t stay there too long, you waste enough time with your friends as it is”).

I cannot believe this isn’t just a lol funny joke in fandom but now in an actual book. Of course that just makes at least that exchange non-canon because that’s not what the scene in ANH is about but I am so bitter and tired over Owen’s follow-up line being ignored/forgotten.

Road Trip
  • ENFP is driving with ISTP in the passenger's seat because they decided to go on a road trip.
  • ISTP: *humming to music and playing on phone*
  • ENFP: *turns off music*
  • ISTP: Hey! What was that for?
  • ENFP: We have all this time to spend together! Let’s make the most of it.
  • ISTP:
  • ENFP:
  • ISTP: So…
  • ENFP: Let’s play a game!
  • ISTP: What? Are we 5?
  • ENFP: Well I certainly am, I don’t know about you.
  • ISTP: You’re 5? I’d love to that on your driver’s license.
  • ENFP: How old are you, then?
  • ISTP: *monotone* I’m 80.
  • ENFP: *trying to hold in laughter*
  • ISTP: *silly outburst* You making fun of my age!? Huh!?
  • ENFP: *bursts out laughing*
  • ISTP: *laughs with them*
  • A few minutes later -
  • ENFP: So about that game...

anonymous asked:

It's really funny to me how some pro enders always use the argument that we antis are "fake fans" for not accepting the ending. I love how they make themselves out to be superior to us by setting their own standards so that they can put us down

Oh boy in what world do you accept the current, miserable state of your favs and call yourself a “true fan” lmao

Since people ask every now and then, in the Bloodfest universe vampires can be killed/hurt by fire, sunlight, silver, if you damage the brain or heart (head shot, decapitation, stake to the heart) etc. But stronger/older vampires like Cassandra or Frankie are more resilient

(I try to show these things instead of telling, but I understand that people can’t remember everything when I post one page every week)


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Taylor Swift on the media | January 2016 | Grammy Museum 

“it got pretty out of control there for a couple of years. Every article was like ‘taylor swift standing next to some guy– watch out guy!’. Every single article had these descriptions of my personality that were very different from my actual personality. My first reaction was ‘man that’s a bummer, this isn’t fun for me’. But my second reaction ended up being ‘hey, that’s actually an interesting character they’re writing about… like she jets sets around the world, collecting men and she can get any of them but she’s so clingy that they leave and then she cries in her marble bathtub surrounded by pearls’”. X


One year ago I wrote Nightmares

Nightmares was the first fan fiction I ever wrote for Voltron, and it is BY FAR the biggest response I’ve ever gotten for something I’ve created. It’s a year later, and I am still very active in this fandom, and a lot of that has to do with the continuous comments and messages I get from you guys about this fanfic.

Thank you. So much. 

This year has been very difficult for me, but Voltron and talking to you guys has been an important path of escape. Without you guys, I can’t imagine how difficult the past few months may have been for me. 

Here’s to another year of Klance hell and creating content that I find fulfilling and I hope you guys enjoy. 

In the aftermath of it all, Catarina can’t find it in herself to be mad anymore.

At the start, after Magnus had portaled home, staggering and hurt and halfway to death with this boy leaning against him, asking that she help this Shadowhunter first… she remembers healing him – Alexander – and feeling rage. With runes stark on his skin and blood on his knuckles, he had been every inch a Nephilim. The Nephilim who had stolen Magnus’s heart.

She remembers the way she’d frowned at his unconscious face, comparing him to the strip of photographs Magnus left on his desk. Watching him lying there on a makeshift cot in the living room, suffering from the shock of blood loss and broken bones, she couldn’t imagine him making funny faces, couldn’t imagine him looking at Magnus with soft, sweet eyes. Couldn’t imagine that he’d want Magnus’s touch, that he would smile that boyish, lopsided smile with her best friend’s arms looped around him.

She remembers thinking, you don’t deserve him. This Shadowhunter, this lying Head of the New York Institute, didn’t deserve Magnus and his love. Magnus, who had started sleeping exclusively on the right side of the bed, who looked at Madzie with something wistful in his gaze every time she ran toward him, who always protected his people at the expense of his own happiness.

He’s too good for you, she had thought as she glared daggers at the boy in front of her, with his angel blood and penchant for prejudice. But she hadn’t said anything, hadn’t rolled him down the stairs, and had gone to help Magnus instead; her best friend, drained of magic and still stubbornly trying to heal himself. She’d gone to the balcony afterwards to clear her mind for a minute, to rest her hands, and now, as she turns around to check in on Magnus…

The Shadowhunter is missing from his cot. Classic. Rolling her eyes, she opens the door to the master bedroom.

They’re lying in Magnus’s bed together, Magnus’s head pillowed on Alec Lightwood’s chest, nearly asleep as he slowly heals from the wounds of battle. His body still lies stiff from the aches of demon venom coursing through his blood, skin paler than its usual golden hue, bruises littered everywhere, yet his arm is still curled possessively around the Shadowhunter’s waist in a familiar motion.

And the Shadowhunter…

He’s looking at Magnus like he’s a miracle.

His eyes never leave Magnus’s and his face is soft and warm and content, like he’s holding onto something he thought he’d lost forever. He looks young like this, the way he smiles and whispers secrets into Magnus’s ear, the way his fingers trace patterns on his bare shoulder, the way he readjusts the red silk blanket so that it’s tucked carefully under Magnus’s chin.

Magnus can’t see it, with his face buried into the Shadowhunter’s shirt, but from the doorway, Catarina can. This boy… he’s truthfully, honestly, painfully in love. The type of love Catarina hasn’t seen Magnus receive in too long, the type that’s as helpless and natural as the sky is blue. And a part of her still wants to be angry, to shake Alec Lightwood until his teeth click in his skull, to tell him, don’t you ever hurt him, but from the way he’s staring down at Magnus with his heart in his eyes, she thinks he already knows.

Catarina starts to turn around, when unexpectedly Alec Lightwood’s eyes dart up to meet hers at the sound of her loafers swishing faintly against the rug. They stare, frozen for an awkward moment, and she nearly laughs at loud at the way his cheeks go rosy pink. She opens her mouth to say something, to make fun of him maybe, or tell him to let Magnus sleep, but right then Magnus shifts, groaning low in his throat, and the Shadowhunter breaks his gaze, mumbling something into Magnus’s hair that makes her friend smile gently.

Wordlessly, Catarina magics the door closed, staring at the smooth black wood as Magnus and Alec fade from view. In the kitchen, she makes herself a cup of chamomile tea, hands wrapped around the soothing, fragrant heat as she sighs in exhaustion. The two of them… they don’t make sense to her, not at all. They shouldn’t work. But Magnus is Magnus, and he’s never done anything by halves. If his happiness comes in the form of a too-tall Shadowhunter with gentle eyes and a cautious smile, then Catarina will be the very last person in this dimension to tell him no.


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