and i don't mean that lightly

I always wondered why the headcanon that Ford drank heavily while dealing with Bill in the 80s never really worked for me and I think I figured out why:

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anonymous asked:

I wonder about the nature of Lotor's exile too. My suspicion is it was an attempt to isolate and control, limiting his access to resources and influence in the empire. I feel like there's more, but I'm having difficulty putting into words. Like, him sure his strained - to put it lightly - relationship with Zarkon and Haggar had a lot do with it. They don't want to discard him, but maybe he's seen as too dangerous to let roam free, so that was their way of bringing him to heel? :/

I mean, I consider frequently that in DotU, Zarkon called Lotor a “tool” for his own purposes.

We don’t see the faintest whisper of Lotor’s presence in s3e7 and Allura really doesn’t react like she had the foggiest idea Zarkon had a son. She doesn’t react to Lotor’s name with any familiarity the way she does Zarkon’s. Which would highly suggest Lotor’s a new addition- he was born at a point when Zarkon has absolutely no use for an heir.

Because of that, and other things, I really wonder that Lotor is really someone Zarkon or Haggar consider as a child, rather than an asset.

Haggar doesn’t suspect Lotor of being a traitor, or up to something. When he doesn’t do what she thinks he should, she takes on a very matter-of-fact, correcting attitude. “This is the improper response and it should be fixed.”

She doesn’t really argue with Lotor because she doesn’t really seem warm to the idea that Lotor should have his own opinions. She knows what he should do (in her eyes), and she’ll take the necessary steps to make sure he does it.

While we haven’t really seen yet how Lotor and Zarkon interact, we know Lotor hates Zarkon and hates being compared to him, and that Lotor really tries to be very diplomatic and compassionate by the standards of his surroundings.

The takeaway is… it’s probably less that Lotor was too dangerous and more that, from the start, in Zarkon and Haggar’s eyes, Lotor had a job to do and his personal ambitions, and, in general, ideas of how he wants to live his life are distractions. 

i don’t know why but i like the idea of college!luke being a musical theater major. maybe because it gives him a chance to showcase his vocals in a different form of storytelling. maybe it’s because it gives him the chance to be someone else, even for a little while, and this is where his confidence thrives and is nearly overwhelming. but then i imagine you and him as scene partners having to practice some romantic song - maybe wicked’s “as long as you’re mine”? with you as elphaba and him as fiyero? - and suddenly his suave facade starts to falter the second, the mere SECOND, the two of you are meant to oh-so-tenderly brush your lips in a sweet kiss while his hands lightly shake as he means to cup your cheek. every time your professor praises him for showing vulnerability in those small moments but doesn’t realize it’s luke’s small break in character where he shows his innermost self, rather than the extension he was forced to project to earn these roles in the first place.

anonymous asked:

on the casting of a female doctor i think some of the more fervent supporters are a bit disconnected from the reality of how tv works. like the attitude of just go ahead and do it and we don't need any of the people who are opposed is all well & good (& i can sympathize) but isn't really practicable w/ a show so crucial to the bbc. if they went for a woman before people were ready & there was sizable backlash the whole concept of gender swapping could have been discredited in the eyes of the bbc

I’m not sure which comment this is responding to since I’ve made quite a few in the last two weeks, so I’ll just go off of what was said here. All have to say is that this took many written responses and deletes before I knew the message I wanted to get across.

This isn’t about how television works. It’s not about getting a specific number of viewers. This is about the heart of the show. The heart of the character who is the Doctor. Look at the possibilities and endless imagination that this show has been able to accomplish in so many different forms in the span of over five decades. I don’t know about you, but it blows my mind with the creativity just one single show has. Yes, certain eras or stories speak more to others than some, but it goes vice versa as well, where those individuals prefer other stories more. That’s one reason why I love it so much. I LOVE the change it goes through, because even though actors change and there are tears when saying goodbye, the heart of the show hasn’t, and it’s told in so many different ways.

The Doctor believes there’s not one life that isn’t important. It’s not how long you’ve lived, but what you’ve done with that life to make even the smallest difference for even just one person that makes a fulfilled life. They believe in fighting for what is right because it’s descent and kind. And the Doctor can change into any form when regenerating. Anything. Imagine the possibilities of ranges of forms we could see in the Doctor take from an ever changing appearance, but is still the same at the heart of it all, which is the real reason the show has gone on so long. The Doctor represents change, and we all experience it whether we like it or not. Doctor Who at its heart embraces that change.

I myself wasn’t really sold on the idea of the Doctor being a woman when I first started watching. I understood the history and 50 years is a long time and it might as well stay. But then Missy was introduced. And the character WAS the Master. She dominated the screen and was an absolute delight. It was then I realized if Time Lords can change gender, and if the Master could be that likable and fun as a woman, why not the Doctor? Doctor Who, with it’s huge stage of literally having all of time and space at its disposal to work with, why does the character have to be restrained to always looking like a white man? This is a show that can give anyone the chance to play this amazing role in an even bigger and amazing universe. And Jodie Whittaker knows the character, as quoted from her first official interview: 

“To be able to play someone who is literally reinvented on screen, with all the freedoms that brings.

It’s more than an honour to play the Doctor. It means remembering everyone I used to be, while stepping forward to embrace everything the Doctor stands for: hope.”

This is who the Doctor is, no matter who plays the character, and if people can’t really embrace that this is what makes the Doctor so special in the end, whether they look like a man or woman, it makes me wonder if they understand the heart of the show.

To the anon with he married jeller request, I’m working on it for you. For for now, this. A little bittersweet fluff adjacent drabble.

Anniversary

He calls her into his office , and before she’s fully seated, he blurts out, “let’s get married.”

She chuckles lightly, “you already asked me that. And I said yes. We’re getting married in three months. Please tell me you haven’t forgotten?”

She teased him lightly but the look on his face is serious, lacking any humor. “I haven’t forgotten,” he says, “but what I’m saying is let’s get married this weekend. Just you and me. We’ll go somewhere nice, somewhere warm and sunny with a beautiful beach. And let’s get married.”

“You wanna elope?” She asks, genuinely confused because this is something they’ve never even considered. “What about the wedding we’re planning? Everyone who’s invited? Sarah and the team will be really disappointed if we cancel-”

“I’m not saying we cancel that wedding. We’ll still do it. But let’s have this just for us. No one needs to know,” he says.

“Kurt? What’s going on?” She asks in concern.

“I want us to get married this weekend because I want this date to be a happy memory,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, cracking under heavy emotion.

It’s takes her a moment to figure out what date he is taking about and then she remembers. The memories hit her like a tidal wave. The day Mayfair died. The day his father died. The day he found out Bill had killed Taylor. The day he had arrested her. The day the CIA took her away.

“Kurt,” she whispers and gets up from her seat to make her way around his desk. He sits in his chair, his chin against his chest and she can feel the weight of the pain he carries in the memories of those few days.

Her palm finds his cheek and she brushes it gently, her thumb pressing against his cheek bone. She kneels down in front of him and kisses his cheek. “Let’s get married,” she whispers against his cheek.

He blinks a few times, making sure she actually said those words and that he hadn’t imagined them. “Are you sure?” He asks and looks at her to see her beaming happily at him.

“I’ll do anything if it means getting to be your wife sooner rather than later,” she sighs.

He chuckles lightly and leans in to steal a quick kiss. “I love you,” he sighs against her lips, and she repeats those words, just before she leans in to kiss him back.

anonymous asked:

Ooh you don't have to do anything with this, but I like to imagine mccree giving piggy back rides to his s/o which for this tired gal means I can lightly doze off while he carrys me. (I'm a heavy sleeper so I wouldn't even notice if he moved me.)

You were drifting between sleep and awakeness, head resting on his back as he lifts you to his back. Your arms wrapped around his neck sleepily and he practically cried with happiness as you nuzzled into his neck.

The two of you paddle through the hall as he brings you back to your room, opening the door. He settles you on your bed, tucking you in. You sleepily raised your hands up and he curled up next to you, hand resting on your hip as he falls asleep with you.

anonymous asked:

(TG spoilers) I feel like Kaneki actually had feelings for Hide, however he didn't want to ruin his friendship or make anything awkward. Also the wording in one of the last panels: "I'd be consumed with the desire to see him again." You don't throw those words around lightly! Maybe Ishida is planning on bringing him back in some way?

honestly jokes an shippin aside, i’m more of a suspicious “i’ll believe it when i see it/the author says so” mindset when it comes to lgbt stuff, so i’m p sure that wouldn’t be ishidas actual intention, but. doesn’t mean u can’t see it that way/it doesn’t come off that way.

BUT omg i love the idea of kaneki having a one sided crush on hide!! like it makes sense too?? hides literally the healthiest, most loving, closest relationship he’s ever had in his very sad, lonely life. and he’s the one person kanekis…you know, let close to him, let know him. and kaneki obvs admires him an has a lot of love for him.

i get sad thinking abt bb kaneki, in love, knowing his feelings aren’t returned ;0; only feeling at home when he’s w hide, havin nothing else in his life that feels that good and safe

i’m sure he will at some point tho!! :’D ishda sure is making ppl wait.

I normally wouldn’t say anything, but I get messages so often that literally are a bunch of venting and then end in “pls help” and I know you guys have the best intentions but it just doesn’t come off very well or polite?
I know that you’re basically just asking for advice but it just feels like you’re sort of lightly demanding that I just fix it somehow.
I’m not mad or anything, I just get them so much that I wanted to say how it sounds on my end.

SUBWAY SLEEPER, pt. 11

pt. 1  |  pt. 2  |  pt. 3  |  pt. 4  |  pt. 5  |  pt. 6  |  pt. 7  |  pt. 8  |  pt. 9  |  pt. 10


Stiles makes it home.  Mostly.  He has his hand on the knob but then kind of just sinks down to his knees and starfishes face-down over the threshold, half in his apartment and half in the hall.  This feels like as good a place as any to live out the rest of his life, gets a nice draft and everything.

That’s how Scott and Lydia find him when Scott gets home twenty minutes later.

Scott crouches down next to his head and squawks out an alarmed: “Stiles, Jesus, what happened?”

Stiles turns his head so his cheek is pressed flat to the floorboard and he can see Scott’s concerned puppy expression under his fringe.  “I met him.”  It sounds like a death sentence the way he’s said it, all croaky and broken.  In a way, it kind of is so fair play to Stiles.  “I—We talked.  He asked me to come back tomorrow.”  He props himself up with his hands on the floor, halfway to standing but not that invested in it yet.

Scott frowns at him.  “Why do you look like the world just ended then?”  Stiles flops back down unhappily and Scott points a finger in his face.  Literally in his face, cheek depressed under Scott’s fingertip.  He pokes a few more times, says, “Because that all sounds like really good news.”

Stiles shifts his cheek away from Scott, which puts him squashed-nose-down against their floor again.  He blinks into the darkness from his own shadow.  “I’m in love with him,” he mumbles to himself, groans.  “This is so stupid, I know, Lydia, shut up” he points at where she was standing against the doorframe before he returned to his friend the floor and stabs at her with his finger, “—preemptively shut up—but he actually is it.  He’s my person.”  Stiles rolls over like a depressed seal, sits up and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, making starbursts and orange blobs bloom behind the lids.  “I’m… finished.  I just knew it.  He was sitting there, being all—” Stiles lowers his hands, blinks plaintively up at Scott and Lydia, “you know, with the face and the surliness and I thought, I thought, yeah, this face, this surliness, that’s my new forever.”  He drops back down, floor and spine smushed together again.  “Only it isn’t and I am massively, irreparably fucked because he has a girlfriend.  And even if he wasn’t unobtainable, he’s still unobtainable.  In an ‘I have to invent new words because there aren’t ones that so much as touch him’ kind of way.”

Lydia taps the toe of her high heel into his chest and tells him thoughtfully, “You’re depressing, you know that?”  She carefully sips from the same latte cup she had earlier, purses her lips.  “Also, did you say tomorrow?  Your computer science midterm is tomorrow.”

Stiles pops upright, eyes wide. Nooooo.  That can’t—it isn’t—goddamn it!   “Oh shit.  Shit.  Fuck.  Shit.  I can’t meet him tomorrow.”  His midterm’s not until late evening but he hasn’t even started the studying process yet.  Which consists of downing a bunch of his Adderall pills, holing up in the library, jamming all related information that’ll stick into the folds of his brain where it’ll later leak out to be replaced by song lyrics and Friends quotes, sobbing - bitterly, going to the corner gas station for 5am Red Bulls, an hour or so of unscheduled and repeated cat naps while he slaps himself in the face to try to spark consciousness, drooling, desperate crying, panicked reading and, finally, acceptance that he will not pass.  Until he miraculously does (about an 87% success rate on that).

There was no room for Derek in that.  Derek eclipses everything, even the Friends quotes.  Stiles can’t see him and retain anything to do with computers on the same day.

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theanisplanet  asked:

Yes hello 911? I would like to talk about James McGraw's fab hair pls

911 responding to emergency:  You mean this hair?

OH NO you meant this hair:

So sorry! My mind must be slipping xD Yes, this hair is quite fabulous. The most fabulous in fact, when it’s lightly tussled. And especially after a night with the Hamiltons it’s very tussled. >;) And if you look carefully when the sun hits it just right, the ginger just shines so pretty.

resurrectionofdawn  asked:

Clint/rescuer prompt: Clint growled lightly “Not that I don't mind giving a good show once in a while, but doesn't this violate I don't know, some kind of doctors' ethics or something? Or don't I rate pants?” His rescuer/jailer laughed over the small fire in the corner of the cavern that they hid in. “You've only been fully awake for less than thirty minutes and what has you worried is not having pants?” “Hey I know where my priorities are."

run the world (girls), clint/darcy

Now on AO3. (if you can, please leave a review. It means a lot to me.)

AKA the one where the Avengers are all women, and I don’t mean gender-swap (inspired by this post)

Okay, I’m sorry this took so long. The muse started out on fire but left me high and dry by the end. Also I had to tweak the dialogue a little to make it fit. :)


Darcy fiddled with her bracelet for at least the sixth time, only to be rebuked by a stern voice in her ear.

“Darcy, you need to relax.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes in response. “I’m trying, Maria. This isn’t really my element, you know. I’m much more comfortable stealing things out from under someone in the board room. Except, you know, not literally.”

Another voice chimed in to reassure her. “Which you do very well, Darcy.”

Darcy rolled her eyes fondly. “Thanks, Pepper. Is everyone listening to me suck at this undercover thing right now?”

There was a long pause. With a sigh, Darcy eyed a nearby waiter who was passing out champagne glasses. She flagged him down and huffed, “I guess that’s a yes.”

“You’ll be fine, milaya,” the Black Widow purred in her ear. “Do you remember what your target will be wearing?”

Darcy accepted the glass from the waiter with a charming smile. She took a tiny sip of the champagne. Hiding her mouth behind the slim glass, she responded, “Yeah, he’ll be the guy in a purple suit. Seems a little ridiculous to me, but at least he should stand out.”

One of the Avengers—probably Peggy—started to admonish her for not taking the op seriously when a voice behind Darcy exclaimed, “Excuse me! Are you Darcy Lewis?”

The chatter from the comm abruptly ceased. Darcy turned slowly, hoping beyond hope that it wasn’t the guy in the purple suit. That greeting couldn’t even pretend to be in the same realm as subtle, much less stealthy. She caught sight of him, and—yeah, hopefully the nation’s security was not in the hands of this lost little puppy. He was cute, in a little kid sort of way. And luckily for her, not wearing a purple suit.

Which meant she had no time to talk to him about his superhero crushes. She asked coolly, “Can I help you?”

The young man—surely he wasn’t even eighteen—practically vibrated with excitement. “You’re Darcy Lewis, right?” Without waiting for her to respond, he gushed, “You work with the Avengers! Black Widow and Captain America, and—”

Darcy cut him off sharply, lowering her voice and enunciating clearly. “Look, kid. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m Vice President of Potts Industries, not a superhero.”

He nodded conspiratorially and winked. “Right. By day, you’re VP of Potts Industries, right-hand woman—” he snorted at his own joke, “—to Pepper Potts, who’s only the leader of the greatest superhero team on Earth.”

Darcy’s comm crackled to life. “I like him,” Pepper cooed, laughing under her breath.

Simultaneously, Peggy grumbled, “We’re co-leaders, thank you very much.”

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anonymous asked:

(Sorry long ask) So I've been seriously considering the fact that I'm asexual for a while now, but I'm confused on things because while I don't have the desire for sex or ever think of people in a sexual way I do love kissing and just lightly making out with people, but it's not a "I want your body" kind of thing? It's more along the lines of an emotional thing I guess? But I've had people tell me that means I'm not ace and others say I still am and now I'm back to second guessing myself.

This sounds like an ace experience to me, personally. It’s worth remembering that asexuality is not behaviour–and even in cases where you feel like you behaviour is a factor in your orientation, YOU are the only one who gets to decide where your personal boundaries are. Nobody else gets to decided that for you, or tell you who you are, or argue with the way you experience your life and your feelings. If ace feels right for you, it’s right for you. End of story.

-Dew

but I wonder if the haters who tag stuff in the mon el tag or karamel tag realize that
-they sound simply immature and rude, they are just two seconds of ‘pff this is not true’ before clicking the block button 
-they also come off as… weird at best because 90% of the stuff they write is not even real? 
-it won’t make us ship them less
-in my case, it doesn’t even make me furious or upsets me particularly, because I get, you know, CANON scenes with them together so I enjoy the show just as much, enjoy my choices just as much. If they do it to upset shippers… wow, you wrote a bad post about a ship I like and I read part of it before blocking you. Your missions is complete. I hope you are proud with the enormous effect that your actions had.
-If anything I actually love him MORE because I feel like defending him from untrue accusations and that strengthens my appreciation for the character (Everyone who likes a character or is ambivalent is pushed to like them more when they are hated in an unfair way)
-if one day things went wrong for Kara and Mon El, I’d still cherish the fact that I had so many lovely scenes to look at, hope for the best, and be happy because I got so many good things first, and either I’ll keep watching the show because it makes me happy or, if it doesn’t because I can’t stand a ship, I’ll stop watching it because why watch something that clearly isn’t going my way? unless I like complaining. But because I wasn’t raised in a barn I do it without tagging the character. I use anti-tags.

seriously, some of the tags in this fandoms are full of hate, exaggerations, dramatic statements with words that shouldn’t be used lightly, and it’s so ridiculous? And I mean it in a second-hand embarrassment sort of way. 

anonymous asked:

Damn! Yousana playing like that was so sexy. Sorry, full offense, but they have more sexual chemistry than any of the other couples on skam. They move together so easily. And how Yousef was touching her waist! We don't even need a kiss if they're like this just playing basketball. Don't mess this up, Julie.

honestly…..their chemistry is SO good it’s ridiculous. and that’s exactly why i feel like we don’t even need a kiss, bc it’s all in their glances, their words, their small seemingly insignificant touches. i would literally die if we get to see yousef stroking sana’s cheek while looking into her eyes and sana blushing lightly while trying not to let that cute dimply smile show, but ofcourse it inevitably does. i mEAN…..

sTOP IT you emenefin CERTIFIED CINNAMON ROLL i mean

min yoongi probably.....
  • Yoongi: *asleep*
  • Jimin: hyung
  • Jimin: hyung wake up
  • Jimin: *lightly shakes yoongi*
  • Yoongi: *incoherent grumbling*
  • Jimin: hyung~~
  • Yoongi: *muffled in his pillow* jimin what the fuck what time is it why are you doing this to me
  • Jimin: um it's two am and there's a meteor shower in ten minutes and i really want to see it but i don't want to watch it alone so maybe we could go out on the balcony and watch it together??
  • Yoongi: *sits up*
  • Yoongi: *sighs* alright fine
  • Jimin: really???
  • Yoongi: yeah i mean i'm already awake and.... if.... it would make you..... happy......
  • Jimin: *squeal of excitement* thank you hyung!
  • ~~TEN MINUTES LATER~~
  • Yoongi & Jimin: *watching the meteor shower*
  • Yoongi: *cautiously reaches for jimin's hand*
  • Yoongi: *links his fingers with jimin's*
  • Jimin: *smiles happily*
  • Yoongi: *blushes*
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Vampires in Film-The Non-Traditional

A vampire is defined in its most basic form as a creature that drinks blood to sustain itself. These films take that premise and build their own rules. Many don’t have fangs, can go out in sunlight, and contract “vampirism” from means other than a bite. Some are just humans with a taste for blood while others are supernatural beings. Many of these films are known for their disturbing content.

  • Near Dark (1987)
  • Cronos (1992)
  • Trouble Every Day (2001)
  • Pulse (also known as Octane) (2003)
  • The Hamiltons (2006)
  • Byzantium (2012)

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're taking prompts still but first date with dick Grayson??? Or things you said when you thought I was asleep with Dick ?? Whichever you like best lol

“I know you ate my cereal.”

The statement is so ridiculous you almost bust out laughing, ruining the illusion of sleep. Instead you pretend to roll over and bury your head into your pillow. Dick’s fingers dance lightly up your spine to the nape of your neck where he wraps your hair gently around your fingers.

“I mean, I love and all but you ate my cereal.”

Biting onto your lip, you think back to this morning to when you were staring at the pantry. Dick had limped in twenty minutes earlier from a rough night of patrolling and you had rolled out of bed to get ready for work.

On the left side of the pantry was your cereal, on the right, Dick’s. You immediately reached for Dick’s box of Lucky Charms. So yeah, you did eat his cereal. And you still couldn’t understand why it was such a big deal since you left most of the box behind.

Gently detangling his fingers Dick stretches out on the bed, his right leg thrown over both of yours.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t pull the bag out,” he starts, pausing to let his hand come back down on your back.  “Otherwise you might have found the ring.”

You can’t help it; you shoot up, pushing yourself up so you can look over at him. In the darkness you can see Dick smiling as he tucks his arms underneath his head.

“I knew you were faking.”

Rolling your eyes, you kick his leg off of yours and flop down onto the bed.

“That was rude, Dick.”

With a scoff, Dick rolls over so he can wrap his arms around you; reeling you into his chest he presses his face into your hair.

“Come on, do you think I’d be dumb enough to hid the ring in the cereal box?”