are you sure ed are you sure

Divide: An Album Summary

Eraser: brb dropping all of my responsibilities until i learn this rap 

Castle on a Hill: this is the type of song that if you listen it to while walking, you end up going like 10x your normal pace 

Dive: this song will be sung to every cheesecake i eat (also like idk about you but the beginning kinda sounds like dangerous woman??)

Shape of You: like idk why but all I can think of during this song is somebody bouncing a basketball?? 

Perfect: wedding dance song for 2k17 and beyond

Galway Girl: Irish dance party 

Happier: no i’m not crying. I just have something stuck my eyes. yes, yes, both of my eyes

New Man: okay but literally every line in this song could be put on a t-shirt

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: in which every person listening to this imagines ed singing this to them 

What Do I Know?: what do I know? i know that my boi ed is amazing (also: in which a song can age me back 10 years)

How Would You Feel (Paean): pure cinnamon roll in lyrical form #bless 

Supermarket Flowers: shit i will never be able to buy flowers from walmart ever again without crying 

Barcelona: I never would have thought that I would be attracted to a ginger british guy singing in spanish, but here we are. i can now die in peace. 

Bibia Be Ye Ye: *frantically head bobs* *bangs an invisible drum* *astral projects my body into heaven*

Nancy Mulligan: Irish dance party, pt. II (also super cute)

Save Myself: “’cause she’d just smile and I’m complaining in a song, but it helps” - same, Ed, same

k-ede  asked:

I'm so here for the moment that max ask to magnus; are you my brother's boyfriend? and magnus looking alec like "what do I say?" then alec will take magnus' hand and he will look at max and say "yes, he is my boyfriend"


I’m just imagining everybody decked out in their best, just hanging around, chatting before the ceremony starts. Max comes in with Robert and Maryse through the door and Alec sees him immediately. Alec leans towards Magnus, who’s talking animatedly with Jace, touches his elbow and mutters a quick “be right back” before he stalks towards the door and bends down just in time for Max to run into his arms for a hug. 

“It’s your big day, isn’t it Max?” Alec leans back and surveys his younger brother while adjusting his collar, “Looking good.”

“Woah, you look like you’re dressed to impress. Did Izzy pick your suit?” Max looked at Alec, wide-eyed. Alec was taken aback for a second before letting his eyes drift back to where Magnus was and he gave a soft smile, “Come here. I’ve got someone to introduce you to.”

“Magnus, this is Max and Max, this is Magnus, who owns the house we’re currently in,” Alec introduces them as Jace rubs Max’s head affectionately. Magnus looks down with a tilt of his head and extends his hand, “Why, hello. Nice to meet you, Max. Hope you like the…place,” Magnus remarks while gesturing to the room with a wine glass in his other hand. Max reachs out for a firm handshake with a soft greeting and thanks Magnus for letting them have the ceremony at his place, to which Magnus returns a smile, “Well, you have your brother to thank as well. He helped with the decorations.”

Max looks between Alec and Magnus before something clicks in his mind, “Are you my brother’s boyfriend?” Magnus blinks in surprise as he hears Jace’s snicker in the background and looks towards Alec, who was looking just as surprised. He waits for Alec to catch his eye before raising an eyebrow, as if to say well, what are we and as Alec’s eyes grew wider, Magnus forces himself to glance back at Max and clears his throat to answer when he feels Alec step closer to him, shoulders touching and hand lingering next to his, feeling the reverberation through Alec’s body as he says, “Yes, he’s my boyfriend.”

Canadian Boys l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) managed to go from ‘dream couple’ to a messy relationship in front of the cameras, and Shawn doesn’t seem to accept that his ex has decided to move on with the one and only, Justin Bieber.

Originally posted by ladycucciola

Shawn could feel his cheeks heating up as Ellen started a game of Who’d You Rather.

“Rihanna or Sophia Bush?” Ellen asked and pictures of both women appeared on the screen behind him.

“Sophia Bush, no doubt.” he said confidently.

“Hmm, looks like you had your mind already done,” she teased him. “Okay, Sophia Bush or Kendall Jenner?”

“Sophia Bush.” he answered with a hint of laughter on his voice.

“Wow, you’re very sure of yourself.” Ellen said and he shrugged. “Sophia Bush or Margot Robbie?”

“Oh, no! You can’t do that!” he said making the audience laugh. “Ugh, Margot Robbie.” he answered and the audience ooh-ed.

“Margot Robbie or Camila Cabello?” Ellen asked and Shawn shook his head.

“Camila is a friend, so…” he started but the host interrupted him.

“She sure is,” Ellen said, earning laughs from the audience. “So, Camila or…”

“You didn’t let me finish!” Shawn complained laughing.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s my show,” Ellen joked. “Camila Cabello or (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

Shawn felt his cheeks heating up profusely. “They both are very good friends…”

“Oh, is there something you aren’t telling me, Shawn?” Ellen asked.

“No! Of course no.”

“Then answer the question.” Ellen said smiling and looking to the screen where there was Camila and you.

Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. “(y/n), she’s amazing.” he answered and everyone seemed happy with his answer.

“Then I guess we have a winner!” Ellen announced as another picture of you filled the large screen. “Shawn Mendes everybody!”

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Buster’s “Eddie calling Ash by other names” count

“AMAURA” (aka stop playing Pokemon at 3am pls Eddie)

thanks dad

anonymous asked:

can you do a part 2 or add more thing to the dating shawn list? i loooooooved it

(this took me forever, sorry you had to wait for so long) 
Dating Shawn would include pt. 1

Dating Shawn would include pt. 2

  • Him treating you like a princess
  • Stupid inside jokes
  • Always taking cute private selfies no one else get to see
  • Matching hoodies and sweatpants for long flights
  • You wearing Shawn’s dad cap
  • Him struggling not to laugh when you whine about your homework
  • You watching Grey’s Anatomy with him for the second time, pretending it’s not going to break his heart
  • “Lexi is cute” “Shut up, I thought I was cute” “No, you’re cuter” “Nice save, Mendes”
  • Teasingly smirks to each other from across the room
  • Being each other’s biggest supporters
  • Going to the gym on an early Sunday morning together
  • “Remind me why I’m doing this again?”
  • Him giving you nose tip strokes while drifting off to sleep
  • Both wearing black skinny jeans
  • “Twinning” “No Shawn, just no”
  • Breakfast for dinner
  • Him always spoiling you even when you ask him not to
  • Ending every phone call with “see you soon”
  • Him saying “time for cuddles” then just picking you up and carry you to bed
  • Him playing with your hair while you do your homework
  • “Pay attention to me” “Stop with the puppy eyes Shawn” “Then pay attention to me”
  • Going on random road trips with his friends
  • Long walks holding hands to clear Shawn’s head
  • Brian showing up unannounced every other day
  • “I miss you” “I miss you more”
  • You sending him drunk snapchats while hanging out with friends from Uni
  • Him always telling/texting you “be safe”
  • Singing along to Holdin’ Me Back in the car
  • Snapchatting constantly whenever Shawn is gone
  • Late night dance off to Ed Sheeran’s music
  • Popcorn fights while watching Riverdale
  • Him making sure you’re okay when he’s gone
  • Him teasing you when you wake up hunger over
  • Him being overprotective of you when fans or paps get too close and always making sure you’re taken care of first
  • ”Where’s y/n?” “Is someone keeping an eye on her?” “Make sure she’s not in the middle of this”
  • You teaching Shawn different drinking games when he finally has some days off
  • Pranking each other
  • Deep conversations with Karen when your heart feels heavy
  • Geoff making kissing noises when seeing you sneak of together
  • Him always sending your mother flowers on her birthday
  • You picking up the phone saying ”I’ll call you later” when you miss him too much to talk
  • Dealing with him always bringing his guitar everywhere
  • Him texting you the lyrics to Never Be Alone when he knows you’re struggling with him touring
  • Always turning your morning runs into a competition
  • Him stalking your Instagram in bed at 3 am when he misses you
  • Him making you a mixtape with his fave tunes every time he leaves again
  • Sending you sneak peaks of new photoshoot pictures
  • Being spontaneous together
  • Him saying “I just wish I could hold you tonight” when he feels lost 
  • Him teaching you how to play the Harry Potter intro on the Ukulele
  • Going to John Mayer concerts together
  • Stealing his comfy clothes
  • Him saying “I’m so in love with you I can barely breathe”
  • Constantly holding hands
  • Arguing over who gets to pick the music in the car
  • Him always getting up early, you begging for five more minutes
  • Helping him tie his tie before award shows
  • Buying John Mayer merch for his birthday
  • Him kissing you to make you shut up
  • Talking boys with Aaliyah
  • Him trying to teach you the hockey rules
  • Spontaneous sex (bathrooms, cars, dressing room in a store)
  • Kissing and tracing his tattoo
  • Dealing with him when his ego gets too big
  • Blowjobs when he’s feeling stressed
  • Staying in and watching Netflix
  • Exploring the world together
  • Him making inappropriate jokes about your sex life to Matt and Brian
  • Him being a bad loser when you beat him
  • Him being a bad winner when he beats you
  • “Aww babe, smile for me. At least you’re sleeping with a winner”
  • Rough make up sex when having had stupid little fights
  • Him waking you up with breakfast and kisses
  • Him lowkey getting jealous when Brian snaps you
  • Him waking you up when a new song idea strikes in the middle of the night
  • “Sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you”
  • Lots of spooing
  • Him tearing up when he realize he hurt you
  • Neck kisses on Shawn’s vein
  • Cheesy yet romantic date nights
  • Drunk sex
  • Fighting over who cheated in beer pong
  • Listening to music together while making out
  • Him walking around shirtless just to tease you
  • “You like what you see eh?”
  • Waking up completely entangled to each other
  • Fearing his going to stop loving you one day
  • Really cheesy pickup lines Shawn thinks are amazing
  • Him leaving hickeys all sort of places on your body
  • Morning sex to start the day of right
  • Him saying “God, you’re beautiful” every time he wakes up next to you
  • Love hearing Shawn sing in the shower
  • “Can I join you?” “I thought you’d never ask”
  • Kissing the scar on Shawn’s face
  • You being insecure but him reminding you “you’re perfect to me”
  • Having sex multiple times a night
  • Cute texts when he’s thinking about you
  • Him biting into your skin while lying naked in bed
  • Him loving to watch you get dressed
  • Goofy smiles that makes your heart melt
  • “I wrote a song about you” “Can I hear it?” “Not until it’s perfect”
  • “Only 13 days until I’m back in your bed again”
A Letter to Nintendo (I Met My Love on Mario Kart)

Dear Nintendo,

If you didn’t exist I would not have met the love of my life. You’re probably thinking, “So you bumped into someone and realised you both liked Nintendo, who doesn’t? Cool story…” Not even close. 

The year was 2008, a year I’m sure many hold dear in their hearts. The year Mario Kart Wii was released. I don’t know about yours, but my days were filled with holding that wheel (of the plastic kind). MKWii was basically the air I breathed, I still remember my very first online race as crisp as a freshly cut lawn (Grumble Volcano before people realised that glitch existed). After playing the other Mario Kart games over the years against item-lucky computers (and the rare actual person), this blew my mind. However this is barely relevant to the story. The point is, people. There were people out there, just like you and me, casually sitting on the couch with a wheel imprint (perhaps 3.5% of the racing population) left in our hands and soul. Many hours (days, weeks, months), races (thousands, easily), blood sweat and tears went into this game and we all got something out of it I’m sure; fun, frustration, and friends.

Living in that piece of country people may often forget even exists (if it weren’t for the fact we use kangaroos as transport, especially after we realised emus don’t fly nor reverse), the option to play continental was such a blessing as we would often bump into the same people and you’d have that unspoken connection. No words, no contact, you just recognised each other by your Mii and/or name (for those who didn’t change it from John to W4FFLEZ, to SwagMeister89 every day). There was this one player that just stuck out to me, perhaps it was her luscious brown pixilated hair. Or it could have been because we seemed to be completely evenly matched, the only thing that separated us were those items. She’d win one race, I’d win the next. We had formed some unspoken bond, completely without contact, as we wouldn’t hit each other with items but were happy to do so to others. Side by side we’d race until some item-happy player would come along and separate us. So I’d stop at the finish line for her, even if that meant getting last place, just to let her know I saw what happened and she doesn’t deserve to come last because of some item spammer (you know, usually the 3 red shells one at a time). This became a trend and went both ways, I’d see her waiting there at the finish line for me. Then we’d both stop, together, and neither of us would cross. We just sat there at the line, revving our engines, moving backwards and forwards, wanting the other to cross. I still remember so clearly at 1am in the morning we ended up in a race together with just one other person, so the 3 of us. The race started but, simultaneously, we turned around and went backwards, did loops around each other, did the stop start (like when cloud man picks you up and you need a boost) into each other’s vehicles, grabbed items just to hit each other with, not having a single care about the race itself. This lasted for a good while, many laughs were had, and it seemed a true bond was formed - without a single word to each other. At this point, Mario Kart Wii didn’t have the option to add a friend just by clicking on them, or contacting them for that matter. You had to actually converse with them to get their friend code to then become friends, so all this time we were ‘scouring the country side’ to find each other (or more so because Australia is about as big as a 250kb USB, it was easy to bump into each other). Race after race, hour after hour, day after day, week after week we would race.

I didn’t know who this girl was (or even if she was a girl on the other side, let’s be honest) but we were Mario Kart soul mates. It wasn’t just Mario Kart that I loved, it was racing her, through our unspoken bond and silly rituals, that was fun in the purest form. It sounds like a Mario Kart love story… Until that dreaded time came where eventually we went our separate ways. It was time to say that unspoken goodbye, time to let go of that unspoken bond, time to move on. That was it…

So that’s the story, I met the pixilated love of my life and we raced until we could race no more.

…Ah but that’s only the beginning.

 6 years later Mario Kart 8 was released and I wiped the dust off the wheel, reflecting on the past. That wheel was my partner in crime, Epona to Link. It had scratches, bits missing out of it, even bite marks (ahem, sometimes races don’t exactly go your ways…). Those were the times! I jumped online only to find I had people from France, UK and Italy roam my races. Where were my fellow Australians? I played a few races and that was it, holding too strongly onto the past. Down went my trusty wheel and off went the game.

Until one afternoon my brother was bored (or procrastinating) and wanted to know what Mario Kart 8 was like, as we didn’t spend that much time together it was a prime opportunity to chill. So I popped it on, jumped online and went through the motions. A few races with people so far away, whilst fun, I got bored too fast. Almost switching the console off, something stopped me. Those brown eyes, luscious brown hair, big smile, black outfit. Could it be? It was. It was her. In a packed race filled with people from France, UK and Italy there were two Australians. Myself and the girl I raced almost 7 years ago. The girl who stopped at the line for me, the girl who didn’t hit me with items, the girl who who was my racing equal, the girl who I never spoke a word with but shared an unspoken bond. She had the same Mii, same name, there was no doubt it was her. Unlike me I had a different Mii (puberty does things to you) and a different name (I felt now that I was 23 I could level up from nickname to actual name). I knew who she was but she would never know who I am! I was on the tracks riding next to her, beeping at her, bumping into her, all the while knowing she would just think I’m some weirdo who doesn’t know how to handle a bike. It was all so ironic, as well as the fact unlike MK Wii we both didn’t race as our Miis but as Mario and Peach (the helmets covered up our luscious brown hair, y’see). Mario chasing his princess whilst the princess was basically in another castle/didn’t know who he was. I wanted to reach out and tell her who I was; I was that guy she raced almost 7 years ago, that guy who stopped at the line for her, protected her from items, the guy who she stayed up with into the early hours of the morning, that guy she never spoke a single word to. I savoured every race not knowing if I’d ever be able to see her again. I raced by her side race after race, even though I was hit with her items (“And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby” - Ed Sheeran, ‘Photograph’), I even stopped at the line for her. Did she know who I was? Probably not. Next race she was gone. 

And that is how I met the love of my life on Mario Kart, twice. Does that count as a real love story? We basically raced into the sunset to live happily ever after, right?

So there may be more to it. Being in a state of excitement, nostalgia, and who knows what, I was a man on a mission. When I’m a man on a mission I usually forget the simple things, like clicking on her Mii to add her as a friend. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. So I literally was a man on a mission. My first resort, google. Obviously no luck. Miiverse! Excitedly I reached ‘Search Users’ and typed in her name, only to realise that it was one of the most common names to exist. After about an hour of searching my hope was wearing thin, my face resembled a Mii who came in at least 10th, head down, lost, reflecting, pondering. Hang on, she had stars in her name! Apparently everyone with the name Lisa has stars in them. No luck. Utterly defeated, I held the power button down for two seconds and just before the third I realised something. Something didn’t look right… That’s right, she had spaces between the stars! I’ve never been more determined to hit that space bar. There she was. I had found her.

“Hey Lisa! I’m not sure if you’d remember me but I used to race as Ed back in the MKWii days! Was good to see you, can see you haven’t lost your touch!” Not even sure if she’d see the message or even reply, it was all in the hands of fate now. Fate it certainly was. She remembered me. We conversed through Miiverse, learning little basic bits about each other. The most important being that The Legend of Zelda was our favourite gaming series (and basically favourite thing to exist). To the point I have a Zelda tattoo and her dog’s name is Link. Destiny? From there, she asked for my email address so she could send me a photo of Link (let’s just say I am very thankful for Miiverse’s lack of characters/ability to send photos). 

One message turned into many, across days, weeks and months. A one sentence message grew into paragraphs, pages, novels, photos and videos. One single message evolved into over 25 000 words combined. Who knew what one message could lead to. I had found someone who I connected with on every level, whom I shared endless things in common with, big to small (to the point of both of us being left-handed and our birthdays being 2 days apart). However she lived a whole state away. This was nothing but a mere friendship over the internet.

I came across the amazing fan book “Legend of the Hero” by Kari Fry and bought one, along with a few other Zelda bits and pieces. A thought crossed my mind, perhaps I could send this to her? I mean it’s just as easy for her to go buy it herself, but it would be nice, right? So she ended up giving me her address and I excitedly made her a Zelda package. 

Off it went, along with my number on the back of the package (as required by the, ultimate wingman, post office). I soon received a very excited text message and from there we conversed through text - although we couldn’t let go of our novel emails straight away, as our recent messages were “Hey, just letting you know the Postman has left something in your inbox (Da na na naaaa)!” Soon after she sent me my very own Zelda package, which was easily the best package I have ever received in my life.

From there I knew I wanted to meet her. I wanted to drop everything, catch a plane, and meet this girl who I shared this abnormally special connection with. Meet this girl who I had raced for many hours, days, weeks and months on Mario Kart(s) (“Oh I lost you once but I found you twice, and my search is over” - ‘Deeper Love’, Mike Mago). Meet this girl who I waited for; not only at the line but, unknowingly, for many years. Meet this girl who I had spent hours upon hours writing to, words upon words, photos upon photos. Meet this girl who seemed to be a destined part of my life. That I did. 

One single flight and a solid friendship turned into thirteen flights (within a month) and a beautiful relationship, with the final flight being a permanent one. I’ve now moved states, transferred jobs, and am living with my best friend, my soulmate, my love. Best decision I’ve ever made was to catch that flight. No, the best decision I’ve ever made was to play Mario Kart. 

Who knew that Mario Kart could forever change your life?

Thank you, Nintendo.

- Elijah 

P.S. We are now very happily engaged - Zelda rings* for the both of us!

*Austin Moore from Earth Art Gem and Jewelry ( made both our rings, with Lisa’s being a custom made design. Absolutely recommend!

P.P.S. Here is a link to the video (also included within post) of me proposing to my now fiancee (with Mario Kart included - as well as a Zelda cake): 

Thank you, Nintendo.

looking at edward nygma during that final scene in 3x14: how it affected him, and how it might in the future.

so I had a lot of feelings while making this gifset and this gifset, and ya’ll might know that I love to take any opportunity to talk about my son edward nygma (and nygmobblepot) so here we go. 

all gifs in this post are from the gifsets I linked above just fyi

starting off with this gif:

maybe I’m just seeing things, but it seems, if you look at ed’s throat and mouth, like he gulps when oswald says that, which just shows that what oswald said affected him in some way, possibly in a way that he never expected. 

if you want to get a little cynical ed’s reaction could just be because at this point he’s still not sure if oswald really does need him, because he’s not sure if oswald is still the selfish person he always believed oswald to be.

either way ed is clearly conflicted and is (not for the first time in the episode) having a visible reaction that displays that. 

then there’s this gif:

sounds very much like that love riddle ed spouted back in 3x04, no? “I can’t be bought, but I can be stolen with one glance. I’m worthless to one, but priceless to two. Love.” not the same, but I would argue a similar concept. and either way, we have ed’s reaction to oswald saying this:

first he has to readjust his grip on the gun, and then he says “you killed isabella” while refusing to look at oswald. in fact he adjusts his grip, pauses for a moment, then looks down as he speaks.

sure, the looking away as he says it could be down to the fact that he’s still clearly broken up over losing isabella, but earlier in the episode we have the scene where oswald is willing to give up his life to protect ed from barbara, tabitha and butch. that’s something ed didn’t expect, when oswald says (while laughing), “does that mean I passed? ed?” to which ed responds with “I don’t know what it means.”

so of course that’s going to play on his mind. before that point (in the gif above) ed’s main motivation and reasoning for being able to go through with the idea of killing oswald, is the fact that oswald killed isabella and also that oswald could never change.

this is ed’s face after oswald tells him he can’t do it (kill oswald):

now oswald has proven he’s capable of change, so ed doesn’t have that reasoning anymore. of course he wants revenge for isabella, what made that easier with butch and tabitha was that he doesn’t like butch, and I’d like to point out that he never intended to kill tabitha. don’t get me wrong, what he did to her was still horrible but he was absolutely willing to kill butch because he thought butch had wronged him, whereas tabitha has never wronged him, they barely know each other. (yes, she wronged oswald, but ed still wouldn’t have killed her for that, because that would take away oswald’s right).

but of course with oswald it’s different. they’re best friends, they’re supposed to care about each other. ed still has motivation: the fact that oswald killed isabella, but he clearly needed more than that. the fact that he believed oswald was seflish and could never really love another person completely destroyed oswald’s excuse/reasoning of “I did it for love” but then oswald proves that he really does love ed, that’s real. and although that’s still not a good enough excuse to kill isabella, ed can no longer rely on the fact that it’s just some throwaway excuse that oswald is using to try and get out of the situation.

I personally would say that ed adjusts his grip on the gun after oswald says “you can’t have one without the other” because it’s just another reminder that his reasoning, his justification for killing oswald has just slipped away. we also see it in these gifs:

in both ed readjusts his grip (in the first one it’s after oswald says “ed, I love you. I know you believe that now), in both (especially the second one) he looks away, and he clenches his jaw in the first one.

really ed didn’t have to kill oswald for killing isabella, and to actually take that final step he needed to justify it (to himself), because oswald is absolutely right. they’re both better together, (well they were before all the drama went down anyway and even then they were fine for a bit, but ed was clueless about what oswald had done). ed knows they’re better together. sure they’ve both grown separately, and no doubt will do in future episodes, but they’ve made a lot of progress because of each other.

also this is going to be the first time since arkham that ed has been on his own. he had oswald, and then arguably he had barbara, tabitha, and butch. and even if he works with those 3 again it won’t be the same, and we don’t know how all of this, and what’s to come, is going to impact ed so really he’s going to be, or at least feel, very much alone.

anyway, moving swiftly on, we have these gifs:

which show something I’ve always said about ed, he does believe in justice, just perhaps not in the conventional way. back right after he killed kristen (during 2x07) a part of him at least considered handing himself in, hallucination/dark ed says “you probably have half a mind to turn yourself in. luckily, I have the other half.” and with jim it’s a fact that ed’s paranoia was the only reason jim (and the gcpd) found out he killed kristen, and I agree it was that, but also that that small part of ed that wanted to hand himself in was still in there somewhere.

flash forward to more current events he punishes butch for killing isabella, now yes this is most likely for pretty selfish reasons, to make ed feel better, but to ed he’s doing it to seek justice for isabella. you could perhaps even use the example of setting butch up for working with the red hood gang. yes it benefited ed anyway because it meant butch was out of the picture, but it was also justice for oswald, someone ed cares about.

I’d say the first gif above is that moment where ed realises that it doesn’t matter if oswald’s changed, he’s still the reason isabella is dead and he needs to be punished, she deserves justice, but that doesn’t make it any easier. 

and I’ll get onto the second gif in just a second, I promise, because it adds to another point.

anyway from this point to the end of the scene/episode ed is more determined that oswald needs to die (or has regained any determination he lost), however, as this gifset shows there are various times in which, although ed has that determination back, he’s still incredibly conflicted, maybe more so.

going back to the second gif above like I said I would, we can see that ed not only went after oswald as justice for isabella, but for himself too. you can clearly see that he genuinely thinks killing oswald will make him feel better. everything else I’ve talked about shows that that’s clearly not the case. on some level ed was aware that killing oswald was not going to change anything or make him feel better at all, hence the times where he looks unsure or stunned, or when he looks away, or when he readjusts his gun, or clenches his jaw, any of the times in the two gifsets (and at other points earlier in the episode).

so when he pulls the trigger, during the bit where he gently grabs oswald’s shirt and pushes him in, ed seems kind of emotionless. he most likely feels some kind of relief at having finally got his revenge and pulling the trigger, but that’s only momentarily, because as oswald sinks into the water he looks like this:

ed is not okay with what he’s done. I really think that him throwing himself into the riddler stuff in episode 15 is going to be partly down to him wanting to distract himself from what he’s done and/or to possibly try and justify what he’s done (to himself). of course I expect the riddler stuff to be about him finally going over the edge in every capacity, but I feel like how he feels about this final act of episode 14 will contribute to that in a really big way.

I could never believe that these facial expressions and actions (and whatever else) are mistakes, cory is too good of an actor for that, I don’t doubt that every single bit of body language was deliberate.

every thing about ed in this scene, no, this entire episode, is so much more complicated and detailed than it first appears. I see a lot of ed hate around, and this post isn’t about whether those people are right or not (I personally don’t hate him), it’s more about the fact that in this episode it’s more complicated. there’s more than just what we see on the surface, and this episode, this final scene, is going to affect ed for a long time to come in some way, shape, or form.

and I think it’s also a clear example of how complex his character is too.

[Translation] CUT - Yamada Ryosuke x Fumihiko Sori (March Issue: 2/18/2017)

“I said, ‘I don’t want to boast about this role.’” (Yamada)

“It was then that I understood the human being known as Yamada Ryosuke was very masculine, and it made me happy.” (Sori)

“I used to always think, ‘it’s still too early to be able to make this work into a movie yet,’” Director Sori Fumihiko discusses in this talk how, even within numerous Japanese comics, Fullmetal Alchemist is one of the works that [has to cross] the extremely high hurdle of live-action adaptations. At the same time, if Japanese film is challenging the scale and dynamism of Hollywood film head on, wouldn’t the greatest work to do so with be Fullmetal Alchemist? That’s why while taking on this film, both Director Sori and Yamada Ryosuke, who plays the role of the protagonist Ed, along with the rest of the cast, had to heavily prepare and carry a great deal of pressure, but in any case, their words were reassuring in this conversation. 

How will they depict Ed’s character? How was filming carried out in Italy? What sort of concept did they have when introducing the brand new CG technology? How will Al be represented? After finishing the intense photo-shoot, the two of them told us about the various inevitable points that worried them and revealed many precious behind-the-scenes happenings.

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Nygmobblepot (drunk fluff) Please like if you want to read a second smut part!

(big thanks to @nxygmobblepot for encouraging me to write this!)

It’s nights like these that make Oswald question everything. It’s when Ed falls asleep on his couch, his wine glass half full, the bottle nearly empty. His mansion seemed even more huge and dark at night but it was slowly beginning to feel like home. Oswald looked down at the glass in his hand, his pale, slender fingers running over its rim. He wasn’t sure how Ed would describe their friendship. Their… relationship? No. Oswald had never said a word about his feelings. He planned on doing it but… Not now. The right moment would come. It sure would. But then again, there was this voice in the back of his mind, shaking him and yelling at him that this was a bad idea. He mostly tried to ignore it. No, Oswald would be brave. He would—

But the new mayor of Gotham was thrown right out of his thoughts when Ed stretched himself like a very pleased cat. His assistant’s head fell to one side. He faced Oswald with a tired expression and fluttering eyes. That in itself was enough to let him lose sight of all earlier doubts.

“You look exhausted, Ed.” Oswald smiled at him, looking a little tired himself. Sometimes his new job stole him every ounce of energy. They both had one busy day of work ahead. Oswald wasn’t even entirely sure why they were drinking in the first place.

“I must admit that this wine has rather…” Ed drew in a slow breath and carefully rose into a sitting position. He hiccuped once and a grin briefly tugged at Oswald’s lips. “…knocked me off my feet.” Ed finished and stood up. Oswald immediately shot to his feet since his friend’s posture was everything but steady. “Do you want me to bring you to your room?”

Ed looked up. His glasses nearly fell off his nose and he eventually ended up shortly pulling them off, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger before putting them on again.

“That would be nice.”

And that was when he stumbled into Oswald who immediately grabbed his shoulders, their cheeks brushing, their chests meeting. Oswald’s breath hitched loudly and he immediately tried to support his best friend’s weight. Ed’s knees seemed to shake and he was desperately trying to stand upright again. Oswald knew that Ed didn’t handle his alcohol too well but this scenario was entirely new.

The sudden, heavy amount of physical contact nearly made Oswald flinch and by now there was a tender, pink shade on his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Ed mumbled, still trying to hold on to Oswald, his shaky hand gripping the smaller man’s sleeve and clutching it. “Do you want to sit down again?” Oswald asked, his worry marking every word, his voice hoarse and unsure. He was so close. Oswald could smell the stinging scent of alcohol but he didn’t mind. Ed flopped down on the couch once more and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.” he mumbled and simply let himself fall into the cushions. He still had his suit on and he was wearing his glasses. Didn’t he want to get ready for bed? Oswald stood in front of the couch, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“It’s cold in here.” he said and blinked wildly, still trying to look understanding. He wouldn’t mind bringing him upstairs. Or waiting in front of the bathroom to make sure he noticed if Ed fell. “Are you sure? I could—”


The tone in Ed’s voice showed how tired he was but there was also something very… fragile in it. Oswald blinked wildly, gently shifting in his position. “Y-Yes, Ed?” There was this long, very uncomfortable moment of silence. Neither of them moved, even though Oswald’s gaze was fixed on his friend, curious and nervous about what he wanted.

“Can you…” But Ed trailed off.

Can you?

Oswald’s mind was whirring with possibilities.

Can you?

“Can I what, Edward?” Oswald asked, his voice a little sharper but not demanding or bossy. He wanted to know what Ed wanted. His heart was violently hammering in his chest. Damn it, get it together, Oswald! This whole being-in-love thing was still something he had to get used to.

Ed hiccuped anew.

“Can I lean my head against your shoulder?”

The words sounded like something from a dream, a distant reality, something that couldn’t possibly be happening. Oswald froze, his cheeks beginning to burn, his stomach fluttering. “Uh-uhm,” he stuttered, his frown deepening. Ed wanted to lean… his head against his shoulder. They had hugged before but that was frankly all physical contact their friendship involved so far. Oswald opened and closed his mouth, every part of his body telling him to sit down and take Ed in his arms, to stroke his hair, kiss his perfect li—

“Nevermind.“ Ed muttered into a cushion, already drifting off.

“No, no! Please, it’s fine.” Oswald quickly composed himself, his face still burning as he sat down beside him again. Ed straightened his back and cleared his throat a few times, softly coughing when he let the side of his head drop against Oswald’s shoulder.

For a moment, there was absolute, mind numbing silence that was only interrupted by the calming sound of Ed’s breathing and Oswald trying to control his own.

Ed’s forehead nudged against Oswald’s neck, who tensed up but eventually smiled shakily, happily.

Fic: Man Flu, Edward Nygma x Reader, One Shot.

Title: Man Flu

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Request: A Gotham fic, where Ed is very sick and the reader takes care of him.

 Tag: @nex-bestia

Originally posted by savagepatchkidzzz

You hadn’t been working for the Gotham City PD for very long. Your job wasn’t exactly thrilling seeing as you spent most of the day hidden away in the records room. But considering the notorious nature of Gotham, you didn’t mind a little boring.

Grabbing the file that had been requested, you headed for the Medical Examiner’s office. Dr. Thompkins had been one of the first people to welcome you to the department. She was warm and pleasant, which admittedly surprised you since she worked with corpses all day long.

But the file wasn’t for Lee. It was for the curious man who shared her office, Edward Nygma.

If Lee had welcomed you with open arms, Edward made sure to keep you at a distance.

You understood, after all the man was going through a rough time. According to office gossip, his girlfriend had recently eloped with her ex. You were sure to be something of a reminder for him, considering you had replaced her in the records room.

Knocking on the door softly to announce your arrival, you opened it to see Edward hunched over a microscope.

“I brought the file you asked for, Mr. Nygma,” you said brightly, trying to remain positive in the face of his likely indifference.

“Thank you,” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. He only looked up from the microscope when a coughing fit hit him. Burying his face in the crook of his elbow, his body shook with the force of his coughs. After a moment, it finally passed and he was able to take a shuddering breath.

Glancing towards the doorway, he observed that you were still there, but it was the obvious concern in your eyes that caught him by surprise. Not many people bothered to concern themselves with him. He had always been the nerd, the loser, an easy target for all the bullies that ran rampant in the department.

At least he had been until Officer Dougherty’s death. His confidence had surged after that. But Kristen’s death had been a shock to his system. He knew who he was then, who he was meant to be. The opinion of others didn’t bother him anymore.

That’s why it was stunning that the compassion in your eyes caused such a reaction in him. He felt something akin to pleasure at the sight of your worry for him.

“Are you all right, Mr. Nygma?” You inquired with a frown, brow furrowed when you noticed how pale he had become. “You look terrible!” you blurted out, then began to turn red in embarrassment. “I mean, you don’t look terrible, you’re very handsome” you rambled as Edward cocked his head to the side. “You just look like you might be ill. Are you? Ill?”

When the words finally stopped tumbling from your lips, you were sure you appeared as awkward as you felt. Edward looked to be studying you with an intensity you had never seen in a person before.

And then he sneezed.

Feeling a little flustered, Ed scrambled for a tissue, blowing his nose rather indelicately. Surely, he thought bemusedly, you couldn’t think him handsome now.  

It was in amazement that he dared at glance at you from over his glasses and he didn’t see you recoil. Instead you took a tentative step forward and placed a gentle hand on his arm.

“I have a bit of a cold,” he relented, and you smiled in amusement at his put out tone of voice.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you shook your head with a tiny laugh when he looked on the verge of pouting. “I tend to get colds all the time,” you confessed. “It’s the weather in Gotham, I think. I keep a supply of cold medicine in my purse. Would you like me to get it? It might make you feel a little less miserable.”

“That…would be nice,” he cautiously accepted your offer with a tilt of his head.

“I’ll be right back, Mr. Nygma,” you chirped as you spun towards the door. His voice stopped you before you could leave.

“You—you can call me Ed,” he announced, not expecting much of a reaction. The warm smile you gave in answer sent a rush of heat to his chest. But maybe that was just his fever.

“I’ll be right back, Ed,” you practically skipped back to your desk, happy with the progress you had made with your reluctant coworker. He appeared to be warming up to you. You didn’t know why so many people in the department gave him such a hard time. He seemed nice, if a little quirky.

Edward almost didn’t expect you to return. He tried not to expect much from the people he worked with. They were usually total disappointments, not even worthy of his time.

But return you did, with medicine and a fresh cup of tea.

You set the items on the only surface you spotted without a body or a bone saw on it, happy to see a wide, if tired, grin on his face.

“In case you have a sore throat,” you explained. “I thought the tea might be soothing.”

“I appreciate the thought,” he admitted. The two of you stood in an easy silence, before you realized you still had an actual job to do.

“I should get back to work,” you recalled with a self-conscious smile. “But if you need anything, please let me know. I’m here to help.”

“I’ll do that,” he assured you with a tiny sniffle. With a jaunty little wave, you headed out of the Medical Examiner’s office, taking no notice of the eyes that followed your every move.

Only when you were out of sight did Edward turn away, taking a sip of tea and considering the gesture.

He had assumed you were just like the others, unworthy of his attention. But you showed concern over his ill health, offered him aid, and seemed truly pleased when he exhibited any sign of approval. Perhaps he should nurture this connection. No one could replace Kristen, but Ed had begun to put her in the past. She was his old self’s obsession. He was in search of renewed focus.

And at the very least, you would make for a welcome distraction.




“Are you sure this will work?” Harry asked, looking at the blood seeping from the cut on his palm.

“Of course. Why would you doubt me?”

“Pain can make a man do crazier stuff.”

You dipped your finger in the blood and finished the sigil on the wall. “Pain has nothing to do with insanity. Otherwise, all humans would be considered insane.”

“Are you sure we’re not?” Ed said. He was cradling his own injured hand against his chest, his free hand fiddling with the bandage wrapped around the wound.

You stepped back, examining your work. “When the demons come, I’ll activate the sigil. It will send them into another dimension.”

“And you’re sure they won’t come back?”

“Again, why are you doubting me?”

“Sorry,” both men said. It had been hard for them to get used to having an angel helping them. Ghosts, those were nothing. Angels, though…

You looked outside, seeing the sky shift from blue to orange. “It’s getting late. They’ll be here soon. You should leave.”

“Are you sure you don’t need us here?”

“I appreciate the offer, but you’ve already given up enough for this. I’ll finish the job.”

Harry and Ed nodded. You walked them out to their van.

“We’ll park a block away,” Ed said. “And watch you on the surveillance cameras we installed.”

“If we see you having trouble, we’ll come right back,” Harry promised.

“Thank you, gentlemen. Now please, hide yourselves.”

You watched as the van disappeared around the corner. You liked those two humans, for whatever reason.

You looked up, watching the sky continue to darken. There was a shift in the air; something was coming.

Something other than the demons you were expecting.


You pressed a thumb against the wound on your own palm, sealing it closed. The sigil had worked as planned, causing the demons to disappear with a squeal of pain. You studied the sigil for a moment, wondering if you should attempt to clean it. The house had been abandoned for a while… but you believed it would ‘go on the market’ soon, as Harry and Ed explained.

At that moment, the door flew open. You turned, hand darting in your jacket for the angel blade.

Two men ran into the room, guns raised. The one with shorter hair immediately noticed you, cocking the gun in your direction.

“There you are, you son of a bitch.”

“Excuse me?”

“Stay there,” the taller one said, gun aimed at you but in a less angry fashion than his partner.

“Who do you think I am?”

“You’re the scumbag who’s been taking the neighborhood kids!” the first one said.


“It’s no use lying.”

“I’m not. And the person you’re looking for is no longer here.”

“What are you talking about?”

You stepped aside (noting how the men stepped back, guns raising slightly higher). Their eyes dropped to the sigil on the wall.

“What’s that?” the second man asked.

“Banishing sigil.”

The men looked from the wall to you. “You made that?”

You nodded.

“You’re not bleeding.”


“So how’d you make that?” the first man asked, stepping closer to you. “Did you kill someone else and use their blood? One of the neighborhood kids, perhaps?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “I had assistance.”

“Dean. Sam.”

The three of you turned, finding a new figure in the house.

A figure you recognized.

His eyes found you and narrowed slightly. “Y/N?”


“Hold on, you know her?”

“Yes, Dean.”


“She’s an angel.”

You watched as the men looked at each other in surprise. The taller one, Sam, lowered his gun, tucking it into his belt. “You’re… an angel?”


“Why didn’t you tell us your friend was taking care of this place?” Dean asked Castiel.

“She… I was unaware.”

“I thought all you feathered friends kept in touch.”

Castiel shifted uncomfortably.

“We used to. Before he got all high and mighty and decided that he was the only one worthy of working with humans.”

“Cas? Acting high and mighty? Never.”

“What do you mean ‘working with humans’?” Sam asked.

“I saw how Castiel got along with you two. He provided a great service and… it looked more interesting than sitting in Heaven all day. But when I found my own humans to work with, he got his wings all bent out of shape.”

“It’s dangerous,” Castiel pointed out.

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

“Who do you work with?” Dean asked, holding a hand up and stepping between you two, wanting to keep the peace.

“Ed and Harry.”

“Who are they?”

“Paranormal hunters.”

“Then why haven’t we–” Dean stopped. “Wait. Ed and Harry.” He turned to his brother. “Wasn’t that the pair of guys who…”

“The Ghostfacers?” Sam asked.

“So you’ve heard of them.”

“You’re… working with the Ghostfacers?”

“Don’t laugh. They are highly intelligent. And they have cleared a number of haunted locations.”

“Yeah, sure,” Dean said, trying to cover his laugh with a cough.

“We’re just as much hunters are you are!” Ed said, appearing in the room.

“Whoa,” Dean said. “Where’d you two come from?”

“Down the road,” Harry said, trying to catch his breath. “We saw you arrive on the security feed in the van and ran here to help.”

“To help an angel,” Dean said. “Someone who could undoubtedly smite any creature that looked at it the wrong way.”


“Why’d you two run if you had a van?” Sam asked.

The Ghostfacers looked at each other. “I… guess we just got caught up in everything.”

“Trying to play heroes,” Dean said to his brother.

“How is that any different than what you two do?” you asked, extremely tired of the sass.

Dean opened his mouth but shut it without responding.

“Come,” you said, stepping to Harry and Ed. “The job is done. I believe it is time for us to go get our customary slice of pie at the all-night diner.”

The three watched as you disappeared with your humans.

“Yeah, well… maybe you should consider changing your name to ‘Angelfacers’!” Dean called after them. “Since she does most of your dirty work.”