It’s crazy how I can watch one season of Luke Cage and immediately see how he and Steve Rogers would be amazing friends. Yet when I watched Iron Fist, when Danny and Luke have decades of comic book history as friends and partners, I was just like “what the fuuuck” the whole time because there is absolutely nothing he and Luke have in common. Danny Rand is the most immature and self-interested child and we’re supposed to think “yup I see how this guy and Luke can hang out”. I seriously think they had Danny listen to rap because they thought shared enjoyment of 90s rap could be the foundation of a deep and lasting friendship….and not like mutual respect and a deep understanding of each other’s needs and motivations.
in which Claire, Peter, and Sylar run away to Cabo and everything is perfect and happy and fine and no one is dead and they eat waffles and Peter wears terrible shirts and Sylaire becomes canon and Niki’s there too because reasons
That guy, I’m standing right behind him and I’m holding the frying pan. But I can’t move. He shoots you, and then he turns and looks straight at me. He’s gonna kill me. I can’t make it stop. It’s never gonna stop.
they sexualize basically every character, and yes, they're all like 15 / 16. it's honestly a shit show, i don't know why i watch it. wait, no -- Cheryl Blossom. that's why i watch it. anyway. yeah it's awful.
and the show keeps backtracking her development to prop up literally all of the other characters so even then it’s like 🤷🏾♀️
Starting a portrait series for A Song of Ice and Fire; I like the show fine but many faces aren’t what imagined when I read the books. Going to combine some of Game of Thrones’ costuming (one of the best things they do) with my own ideas and dreamcasts!!
WIP of Cersei, from my Instagram where I’ll be posting progress! (ASOIAF fans feel free to leave comments there of your own fancasts, anything you felt was missing from the show, character you especially want to see or have a vision for, etc.!!)
criminalcastiel asked: Okay so I love your writing! Anyway ‘Your favorite
show did something really awful to you this week and I, your confused next door
neighbor, must comfort you, as you’ve been crying for ten minutes now’ AU &
all I’m picturing is Dean watching Dr Sexy and 'crying’ over an emotional
character death and Cas coming over to borrow something or hears Dean maybe?
And Cas ends up watching all Dean’s fave episodes w him to cheer him up. :)
Author’s note: I loved this idea! Also, Dean is all of us.
felt a tad self-conscious as he stared at his neighbor’s door, waiting for
someone to answer. Granted, Castiel wasn’t usually the ‘borrowing sugar’ type
of person, but tonight he felt like making an exception. It was nearly eleven
pm, and there were at least fifty more papers that he was supposed to grade
before a new day dawned. If he didn’t want his students to strangle him for
being late with their results, that was. Needless to say, there was no way he’d
manage to do that without at least a
bucket of coffee, and of course he was out of coffee, tonight of all
When no one
was answering the door, Castiel considered moving on to one of the other
apartments on his floor; seeing as he’d moved to this building less than a
month ago, he didn’t know any of his neighbors personally anyway. Just as he
was about to leave, the door of the apartment slowly opened, and the face of a
man about Castiel’s age greeted him, albeit with a forced, watery smile.
his ability to speak; for one because this man was too gorgeous to be real, but
also because there were unmistakable tears in the green eyes that regarded
I can help you with?” Castiel’s neighbor prompted when the silence got awkward.
sorry.” Castiel spluttered helplessly at the sight. “I can see that this is
obviously a very bad time. I’ll leave now.”
the man shook his head as he produced a sound that could either be a sob or a
chuckle. Come to think of it, it was probably a sob.
it’s fine.” He said, rubbing a stray tear off of his cheek. “What’s up?”
passed as Castiel tried to remember why he was here in the first place, but
then his fuzzy brain reminded him that, oh yes, he was in need of coffee.
next door.” Castiel blurted out his explanation, pointing to his left. “I was
wondering if I could borrow some coffee?”
You sat on the bed as Harry packed, a solemn look on your face. He’d only been home a few weeks, and he was leaving again, off on another tour. You watched as he shoved shirts and jeans into his bag, not even attempting to mask the sadness on your face. “What’s wrong babe,” he asked as he knelt in front of you.
“I don’t think I can do this,” you said quietly, not looking at him.
“I’m so proud of you, you know that don’t you,” you looked up, tears brimming your eyes.
“Yes of course I do Y/N, what’s this about,” he asked, confused.
“I can’t handle you leaving anymore Harry. I thought I was strong enough, but I’m not. I love you so much, and each time you walk out that door it kills me,” the tears finally began flowing down your cheeks.
“I know its hard sweetheart, but, but we can make it through this. I call as often as I can, I miss you too,” his voice was thick as he pleaded with me.
You nodded sadly as you cupped his cheek, “I know Harry, and maybe this could work if you weren’t so busy. I just need someone that can be here more. That must sound terribly selfish of me, but the nights without you.. I just can’t keep doing this Harry.”
“No, Y/N, it’s not selfish. It’s selfish of me to try and make you stay.”
“Maybe, when we’re ready we can try again. It just isn’t our time right now,” you say as you stand. “I think I should go, let you finish packing.”
He quickly stood and followed you to the door, “c-can I still call you?” You nodded as you pulled the door open and stepped outside, turning to face him with tear filled eyes. “I love you, Y/N,” he said still standing inside.
“I love you too, Harry, so much. I’m so sorry.”
You kicked yourself as you drove back to your apartment. And when you got inside you realized how long it had been since you’d spent any real time there. Ever since Harry had been home you’d spend every night with him, being home was strange.
The following weeks were gut-wrenching. If Harry leaving hadn’t always been hard enough, him leaving like this was worse than death. Just knowing that he was hurting too made you feel worse.
He did call occasionally, but you weren’t ready to speak to him yet and always let it go to voicemail. You would listen to the messages with a sad smile, you missed his voice. He sounded cheerful and happy, but you could hear the undertone in his voice and knew he was making himself sound happy for your benefit.
You nearly answered one night, pressing the answer button just in time to hear him sigh and hang up. Staring at the phone for a moment, you almost called him back before you received a text: we’re about to go on, just wanted to say I missed you.
Fresh tears fell as you read the message over and over. You waited until you knew he’d be onstage and unable to answer the phone before calling: waiting through the rings you smiled as you listened to his voice, prompting you to leave a message. “Hey Harry,” you started, your voice shaky, “I’m sorry I haven’t been answering… I’m awful I know. Anyways, I hope the show goes well tonight. I miss you too Haz, goodnight.”
A/N again, if anyone would like a second part to this please message me and let me know <3 Please include title in your request